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What the Winchester Brothers are like in bed.
(A/N: this is just my opinion and evaluation of their character and sex scenes in the show. please let me know what you think!)
Warnings: SMUT (duh), bdsm, dom/sub, filth lol
Dean Winchester
* MOST SUBBY SUBMISSIVE BRAT WHO EVER LIVED!!!
* He’s also a fan of just normal sex with no type of power play/equal power play. But still. Sub. Dean.
* Such a motherfucking tease it’s not even funny why the heck-
* Straight up gets a boner when you scold him for being so horny.
* Yeah literally so thirsty 25/8 it’s sad.
* You’ll be on ur computer and he’ll start whispering dirty things into your ear.
* He wants to be ruined by you, tied up, choked, spanked. Buuut he is a brat and a bit of a pillow prince. 👑
* You’re dominating him but HE IS IN CONTROL. Dean tells you what to do and he gets it. He’s only obedient if you are.
* “Choke me harder. Faster, bitch. Do I look like glass? Break me.”
* Honestly, being tied up and at your mercy is one of the sexiest things he could possibly think of.
* MARK THAT BITCH. There’s nothing more that would make Dean feel superior to everyone than having your love bites all over his body. Maybe just above his shirt collar so everyone can see. It tells them that he belongs to someone and he finds it super fucking sexy.
* Boasts about his sex life to literally everyone and their mother and honestly its creepy.
* Goes on about how he gets away with being bratty but then u double cross him by forcing him to wear a vibrator while on a case…shit.
* SEXY RULES ENTHUSIAST!!!!
* Give him a bunch of rules to obey in your daily life and if he breaks one, punish him.
* An massive fetish for boobs and god damn does he love a motorboat.
* I think he’d really enjoy you in high heels and looking like a badass.
* And it’s not just in the bedroom he loves your dominance, Dean soooooo has a thing for you bossing him around whilst on a case or literally anywhere.
* Honestly after sex, even though Dean is the one getting used lmao, he always cleans you up nice. He wouldn’t do it for just any girl though. So you’re definitely special.
* Dean is soooo misunderstood by a lot of girls. Yeah he’s in it for the good sex but really just wants someone to take care of him. To be in charge and to protect him for a change.
* In conclusion Dean Winchester horny baby.
Sam Winchester
* Sam is mostly Vanilla, but if it had to be one, I’d say he’s more on the dominant side.
* He enjoys both slow, sweet sex and rough as fuck sex. Though he prefers rough. If you’re okay with it though.
* PASSIONATE AS HECK.
* He’ll choke you and pin you down, all because you asked. But Sam will be so careful with you, always asking if you’re alright.
* Very scared that he might hurt you while being dominant.
* This man likes to BITE. Yes, bite. So be prepared to have to cover up a looooot of hickeys.
* He uses his mouth. Both ways. He’ll not only go down on you like a good boy but he’ll also whisper the dirtiest things in your ear when he’s really in the mood.
* “Fuck, just like that, baby. I want my cock inside you right now. You would want that, huh?”
* Super romantic type so he’d set up candles and flower petals and all of that cheesy stuff to please you and make the experience as pleasant as possible, especially if it’s your first time.
* Sam likes to edge you for hours; your pleasure is his pleasure and edging is just amazing and your moans would be music to his ears, and enough to make him come untouched.
* He wants to make you feel so safe and loved during sex, so he loves the fact that he’s so tall and muscular so it’s almost like he’s protecting you.
* Definitely prefers missionary/being on top of you but wouldn’t object to other positions you wanted to try.
* Will let you dominate him because he thinks it’s cute. How you’re this tiny girl in comparison to him and you telling him what to do just makes him fall in love with you even more.
* If you try and come onto him during a case though, he’ll make sure to tell you off. Angry sex is the result.
* Overall Sam is the cutest bean but also the roughest man ever. He’s just so passionate and loving I need a Sam in my life.
(A/N: Thank you all for reading 🥹 this was my first post so I hope you like it 😊)
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Body & Soul
Summary: Sam plays just as hard as he works.
Pairing: Dom!Sam Winchester x Sub!female!reader
Word Count: 3586
Warnings: two smutty stories in one, told through flashbacks (in italics), elements of BDSM, BDSM specific club, voyeurism, public smut, smut with an audience, shower sex, dominant/submissive, use of toys, restraints, paddling/impact play, marking, biting, bruising, rough smut, nipple clamps, dirty talk, no daddy kink, squirting, slight size kink, possessive!Sam, CEO!Sam vibes, no hunting AU, praise kink
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The pipes rattled a little when you turned the shower on, and you snatched your arm back to avoid getting the cold water on your bare skin. It always took a few seconds to warm up, so you stepped away, leaving the door ajar as you finished removing your underwear, wincing when you caught a bruise. Steam slowly curled out from the stall, filling the already warm room, but you didn’t rush to get in, drawn to the spot that had hurt.
It was on the inside of your thigh, one of many, each one crafted with precision, exactly where he wanted it. You smiled, rubbing your fingertip over the spot, shivering as a delicious thread of pleasure accompanied the pain this time, a reminder of all the things he’d done to you.
The Black Garter was a private club, one you’d been to before, though that didn’t make you any less nervous as the sleek black car pulled up to the curb and Sam’s hand covered your knee, his fingers long enough to stroke the sensitive inside of your thigh where the stockings ended.
“Are you ready?” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips across your shoulder, covered by the long coat that hid your sultry and minimal clothing from the chilly New York air.
“Yeah,” you croaked, remembering yourself at the last second, “yes, sir.”
Sam chuckled, and you felt his other hand slide underneath your ass to squeeze it. “Good girl.”
Warmth swelled in your chest at the praise, and when he climbed out of the car, you followed dutifully, trying not to worry about what lay ahead. In all the times you’d been here, you had only observed, for the most part. Tonight, Sam wanted you to be the observed party, and you knew you had to give him a good show.
Stepping into the stall, you tugged the sheer door behind you closed, humming as the warm spray washed over you. Your muscles ached, and you could still feel the pressure of Sam inside you, the stickiness of his seed on your skin where he had marked you. There was a disappointment inside you at the thought of washing it away, but he’d been clear when he’d sent you in here, you had to clean thoroughly.
You couldn’t stop reliving the night. Every single movement provoked the discovery of another bruise, another mark, all of them his, along with all of you. Sam worked hard, and he played just as hard too.
He kept you close as you entered the club, one large hand almost encasing yours. When you reached the cloakroom, he helped you out of your coat, and you tried not to duck your head bashfully as your outfit - chosen by him - was put on display for every other attendee.
Sam liked you in black, specifically lace. He liked the delicate look of it, how it made patterns on your skin. You had no preference in material and before him, you hadn’t bought anything more exotic than a front-clasping bra; he’d introduced you to more than just pleasure.
“You look beautiful.”
The water was soothing to your tired muscles, so you leaned against the tiled back wall, enjoying the warmth. You inspected yourself, running your fingers over the marks on your forearms from the cuffs, smiling to yourself. Those marks were ones you’d inflicted yourself by thrashing in the restraints, too high on pleasure to care..
Your careful exploration halted when the bathroom door opened and Sam slipped in, his gaze searching you out, lips curling into a grin as he saw you. He was only wearing a pair of low-slung sweats, and his bare feet made no sound as he crossed to the stall.
“Room for one more?”
“Always,” you whispered, lifting your chin with a smirk. “Sir.”
He chuckled, stripping out of the sweats before opening the stall door. “Just Sam,” he corrected, climbing in and closing the door behind him. Joining you under the spray, he tugged you close, cupping your jaw with one hand. “No rules… I think you earned it.”
It was warmer inside the club than outside, so the amount of skin you had exposed didn’t seem to matter, though you could feel eyes on you as Sam led you through the familiar corridors to the main rooms of entertainment. The lights were all low, coming from half-covered lamps on the walls, with only a few spots highlighted in whiter, starker luminance. Soft music filled the air not occupied by conversation or gratuitous moans, and you chanced a look around, spotting numerous couples and throuples engaged in everything from light teasing to full sex. Alcoves in the corridor were filled with harnesses and toys, and as you walked along, you made eye contact with a woman wearing a bit between her teeth, her eyes half-shut and face contorted in pleasure as an older man fucked two thick digits into her cunt.
Sam’s hand was hot against your lower back, rubbing through the thin fabric of your teddy, pressing just enough to keep you moving forward. Your senses were buzzing with apprehension and nervousness, and his touch helped to ground you, guiding you towards the middle of the crowd. You’d watched this happen a hundred times before, now it was you who would be the center of attention.
“Just remember,” he breathed, sliding his hand to your hip, “you say the word and I stop.”
You nodded. “I know the rules, sir,” you whispered, turning your head to look up at him with a smile.
He returned the affection, squeezing your hip gently. “Would you like a drink first?”
His fingertips danced over your skin, adding to the sensation the water was already creating. He didn’t rush, watching his own hands move, and you smiled as you realized what he was doing - exactly what you’d been doing when he walked in. Every time his fingers stopped, lingering on a spot, you felt a tingle of pleasurable pain, sudden and briefly sharp, leaving you with only a gasp and a yearning for more.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, dropping to one knee. You bit your bottom lip, unconsciously spreading your thighs to allow him whatever access he wanted. He chuckled up at you, watching your face as he pressed his thumb into the same large bruise on your thigh that you’d found earlier. “Does that feel good?”
“They’re yours,” you hummed. “I love them.”
The club rules were simple: no alcohol, no drugs, and consent was compulsory. Sam’s rules aligned with that, aside from one - he never allowed anyone else to touch you. It wasn’t unheard of for some dominants to be happy with others around their sub but Sam was far more possessive than most. This was a performance but as far as you were concerned, the only person you were out to impress was Sam.
You could feel your whole body trembling as he helped you onto the raised platform, and you let your gaze wander over the plush leather upholstery of the table. Sam allowed you to get comfortable, waiting for you to stretch your arms out either side before he fastened the soft cuffs around each wrist. Your legs were split open by the table, and he was quick to secure your ankles in similar cuffs to the ones on your wrists, and once he was satisfied, he stepped between your thighs, resting one hand over your sex. The crotchless panties did nothing to hide either your modesty or your arousal, and you tried not to emit a sound as he held his hand there, the warmth of his palm soaking into your pussy.
“Gonna make you scream for me, baby girl.”
The water had drenched his hair now he was lower down, and you watched him inspect your thighs, not even trying to conceal the sound of your pleasure when he grazed a bruise. His lips replaced his fingers, getting closer and closer to the apex of your thighs, and you tipped your head back when his nose pressed against your folds.
“Sam -” you whined, resisting the urge to grab his head and force him where you wanted him.
“Patience,” he ordered softly, a low chuckle vibrating against your thigh. “You’ll get everything you want.”
You hummed, biting your lip as he continued his torturous path upwards. One of his hands cupped your thigh and lifted, and you allowed him to manipulate you, wobbling slightly when he left you on one leg to hook the opposing knee over his shoulder. His grip held you firm, and in the next second, his tongue stroked over your folds, coaxing a desperate mewl from your lips.
The toys were provided by the club. You hadn’t gotten a good look at the selection on an adjacent table before Sam had tied you down, but you trusted him to know what you liked and what your limits were. He abandoned you for only a minute or two, though it felt like an age under the bright spotlight with the air conditioning making your nipples stiff underneath the lace covering them.
Despite the crowd, only a few paid attention to the stage. Most were engaged in their own pleasures; you could hear snippets of dirty talk, and the occasional climatic wail but you didn’t stop looking at the ceiling, avoiding the spotlight. Sam appeared a few seconds later, looking down at you with a soft smile.
“Lift your head,” he commanded, loud enough for you to hear, and you obeyed, finding a small measure of relief when he slipped a blindfold over your head. “Keep it up,” he added, and you did, ignoring the slight ache in your neck. A gag pressed against your lips, so you dutifully parted them, letting him slot the soft rubber ball between your teeth. “Good girl.”
He paused, fingers grazing your jaw purposefully, asking if you were okay with a tap against the curve below your left ear. You nodded at the practiced signal, and answered his question by clicking your fingers twice, smiling as best as you could.
It didn’t take long for him to make you cum with his tongue. Your pussy was still sensitive, almost raw from how he’d used you that night, not that that stopped your body craving him again. You cried out as he sucked at your clit, keeping up the pressure even when your knee buckled, leaving only his strength to hold you up. Even then, he sought more, easing one, then two thick fingers inside you, dragging them back and forth slowly.
He pulled his mouth away to look up at you in amusement. “You’re still all full of me,” he commented. “That tiny pussy holding all my cum… let’s see if we can’t make you drip.”
You whined loudly, clawing at the wall behind you as he held you in place, driving his fingers into you over and over. Each stroke made your whole body shudder, and your pussy clenched around the intrusion, hips canting forward in search of more.
A second climax almost fried your overstimulated nerves, and you could barely scream. Sam chuckled as you grabbed for his wrist, staring at him with lust-drunk eyes. “Pl-please, Sam,” you whimpered, still rocking yourself onto his hand even though your fingers pried at his wrist.
His lips curled upwards into a hungry smile that made you shiver. “Tell me what you want.”
He didn’t take long in unlacing the teddy, exposing your breasts to the audience. You moaned, lifting your chin slightly.
“They’re watching you,” he murmured,, fastening a clamp around one stiff nipple, forcing you to whimper through the gag. “I’ve already had an offer.” His hand cupped your breast, squeezing lightly as the clamp pinched at the swollen peak. “They didn’t realize that I won’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”
You shuddered, perspiration already beginning to gather on your forehead. Sam’s low chuckle was barely audible over the music, and you had to pay attention to figure out where he was when he wasn’t touching you. Another clamp tightened around your other nipple, tingling jolts of pain mixing with pleasure and only adding to the arousal between your thighs.
His fingers tapped at your jaw again. You swallowed around the gag, clicking your fingers twice again. Moving his hand to your thigh, he held it in a tight grip, rubbing his thumb deep into your flesh. You could feel him leaning over you, the fabric of his shirt brushing against your painfully hard nipples, jostling the clamps just enough to make you gasp around the gag.
“I want to hear you,” he instructed. “I want them to hear you.”
He moved away again, leaving you almost breathless. Deprived of his touch, you could only focus on the throb of each clamped nipple, the pleasure of it making your fingers curl. Something hard and cold patted against your thigh; you recognized the sensation, eyes rolling under the blindfold.
“Want you inside me,” you whined, looking down at him again.
He crooked his fingers inside your cunt, almost making you choke on a cry. “I am inside you.”
“No,” you gasped, shaking your head, trying to articulate your need as he kept working his digits against your deepest spots. “I wa-want your cock inside me.”
“And?”
You moaned low in your throat, struggling to think through the fog of desire. “Want you to fuck me,” you stammered out. “Want you to cum inside me.”
“You want another load of my cum, baby?” he teased, slowly rubbing his thumb against your clit. “You gotta earn that.” You groaned in frustration, releasing his wrist as he began to move a little faster. “Cum again, and I’ll fill up that pretty pussy just like you want.”
The gag stopped you from vocally keeping count of the blows of the paddle but you counted in your mind out of reflex. He started with light impacts to your thighs, twenty each side, keeping to the inner, softer flesh, until each tingled with the repeated impacts. Your tits were next, and you keened loudly every time he struck you, feeling your nipples fight against their prisons as your skin darkened with bruises.
Every hit was another burst of pleasure, and though you knew you wouldn’t cum from this alone, it never stopped Sam from trying. You could feel how wet you were, certain you’d soaked the table underneath you, and he would no doubt show everyone just what a dirty little painslut you were. After ten on each breast, he stepped back, letting you writhe in the haze of arousal, unable to get friction from anything.
“You want more?” he asked, voice suddenly right by your ear. “Two clicks for yes.”
You released a shuddering breath around the gag, desperate to please him, and then clicked your fingers twice.
Sam’s mouth covered a bruise on your thigh, sucking at it. You cried out, finally obeying the urge to grab him, running your fingers through his thick, damp hair. He moaned against your leg, working his thumb harder against your clit as he buried his fingers deep and stroked the tips right against your sweet spot. Your eyes went wide, cries turning silent, and your hips began to rock faster, your orgasm right at the peak.
You could feel fresh warmth gush around his fingers, and he moaned again, releasing your thigh to look up at you, a pleased smile on his face.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised, and you gave him a dazed smile as you pulled your hand away from his head, drunk on the burst of pleasure hormones. He withdrew his fingers, letting your foot drop back to the floor as he got his feet, and your gaze lowered to his thick erection, feeling the blunt tip brush your belly when you looked back up at him. “You earned this.”
Orgasm after orgasm had been wrung from your body. The clamps around your nipples were slick with sweat, and you could feel your own drool on your face from the gag. Sam had only used his fingers so far, making a spectacle of how little he needed to render you limp.
But he wasn’t done.
Releasing your nipples from their prisons, you felt a small measure of relief when he sucked at each one, letting his tongue soothe the ache. His teeth scraped against him, making you moan again, and when he started to suck at your breast, you squirmed, unbearably desperate for him to fuck you, unable to beg.
“Look at you,” he chided, lifting his head. “So desperate.”
You jumped in surprise when his hand curled around your head, long fingers making easy work of the gag. He tugged it out of your mouth, and you gasped, quickly realizing what he was expecting as he moved away.
“Turn around,” Sam ordered softly, tapping your hip. You smiled and turned, putting your back to him, arching and sticking your ass out. He hummed in approval, placing one hand over your left cheek and squeezing. “Hmm, we’ll need to even this out. Paint your ass as pretty as your tits.”
You moaned as he thumbed his cock between your cheeks, letting the tip catch on your aching hole. He still wasn’t rushing, teasing you with only the head, chuckling when you squirmed impatiently and whimpered.
“I’ll stop teasing,” he promised. “Can’t help myself sometimes.”
A reply popped into your head and fled the next second when he pushed forward, impaling you on another few inches. You gasped, forced up onto tiptoes, and you placed your hands against the wall to brace yourself when he pulled back only to penetrate you more.
“How are you always so tight?” he moaned, repeating the action until he was balls deep, holding you with the entirety of his thick shaft inside you. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against your shoulder. “This pussy was made for my cock,” he muttered. “It belongs to me, just like the rest of you.”
You hissed out a yes in agreement, pressing your forehead against the cool tiles. “Body and soul,” you gasped, unable to stop your pussy clenching around him. “Oh, god, Sam -”
It wasn’t surprising that he made a show out of how well you took his cock. Sam was more than well endowed, intimidating almost - it had been when you’d first experienced it. Now you craved it, prided yourself on how easily you could take him. You heard someone gasp when he finally revealed his favorite toy to torment you with, slapping the solid column of flesh against your sensitive cunt until you let your desire get the better of you.
“Please, Sir,” you cried out, so desperate now that you were choking on the need.
“Poor little cockslut,” he teased, bumping his cockhead against your clit. “Is that what you are?”
“Yes,” you whined. “I’m a cockslut, Sir.”
He hummed, pressing the tip further down, threatening to enter you but holding back. “Why don’t you tell everyone exactly what the little cockslut wants?”
Your mouth felt so dry but you know he would only torment you further if you didn’t do as you were told. “I want your big cock inside me, Sir,” you mewled. “Want you to fuck me full.”
The water cascading over you made the sound of your bodies colliding echo against the tiles, and your cries soon followed, mixing with Sam’s grunts as he fucked you up against the wall. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as the intense pleasure in your belly started to get stronger all over again. Pushing back against Sam got harder with each brutal thrust, and he moved one arm around your waist, cupping a breast as the other slipped underneath your hips until he was practically holding you off of the stall floor, using you like he wanted.
“Cum on my cock,” he growled, biting at your shoulder again. “Lemme feel it, baby, and I’ll fill you up, just like I promised.”
You gasped against the tiles, barely able to form a coherent thought as he kept fucking you. Every moan was punched out by the force of his thrusts, and you didn’t need to put any effort into obeying, letting bliss wash over you. He felt it, groaning loudly as your body tightened around him, and when he finally came, he held himself as deep as he could. Warmth flooded your cunt and dripped down your thighs, and your high simmered in your veins as you relaxed in his hold.
You were shaking when he released you, but he didn’t wait for you to stand up, scooping you into strong arms. His seed was drying on your thighs and pussy, his marks still buzzing as they developed into bruises, but you ignored it all, settling into the warmth of his arms.
“You were so good tonight,” he whispered, carrying you through to the quieter rooms, away from the applauding onlookers. “My perfect girl.”
Your legs trembled as Sam let you down, his strong hands helping you to stay upright. He smiled as you lifted your chin to give him a dazed grin, and when his hand cupped your jaw, you leaned into it, raising your own hand to cover his.
“You’re mine too,” you whispered, the words breaking apart as a yawn disrupted your composure.
Sam chuckled, nodding lightly. “You know I am,” he assured you softly. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”
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AO3 may be down but that doesn't stop the samifer train from rolling.
Here's an old wip that i finished up just now. probably not perfect given that it's currently midnight and im half asleep, BUT. it is sweet.
So uh. nothing worth more than a PG-13 rating here. contents include cuddling. so much cuddling. gentle kissing. praise. lucifer getting loved on a ton. but also this is all sort of framed in the context of a non-sexual soft CNC scene. (aka Lucifer tells Sam to stop/says no and is ignored. Safewords are pre-established, used, and respected later on though.) This is peak 'fic that appeals only to me' moments.
There are rules for a reason. Lucifer’s not supposed to mess with them when they’re hunting because the power imbalance here is already well and truly fucked, and Sam isn’t about to invite Lucifer to interfere where he shouldn’t. Although, maybe he should have been less focused on Lucifer hypothetically being too helpful and making their efforts obsolete and more on the fact that Lucifer can make himself into a nuisance when he really wants to. Between him showing up when they were talking to the survivors, and distracting Sam when he was trying to research, and what happened at the morgue (which he is not thinking about ever again,) he’s more than proven that he can be a pain in the ass.
And where Dean took it at face value that the devil was getting his kicks pissing them off, Sam’s not angry. He’s worried. Lucifer is, without a doubt, arrogant and difficult and petty, but he doesn’t act without reason. Sam takes a step back, breathes, looks at how he’s acting. Only then does he approach Lucifer with the knowledge in hand to take care of the problem.
Or, maybe more accurately, Lucifer comes to him. Sam’s in the shower when he hears something in the other room fall and shatter on the floor. He nearly slips when he snaps towards the noise. He’s barely gotten out of the shower when he hears it happen again. A third time as he’s pulling the bathroom door open, on edge and expecting a fight. All he gets is Lucifer sitting at the tiny table the motel provided them with, staring at a pile of glass on the floor. Sam’s about to ask what’s happening when Lucifer blinks, and the glass reforms on the table. Lucifer looks up at him. Makes eye contact.
He knocks the glass off the table again. It shatters.
Sam sighs.
“Clean that up,” he says. Lucifer looks at the shards on the ground.
“Why should I?” As though he hasn’t broken and remade the same glass three times now. Sam goes to his bag to start getting dressed. He feels uncomfortably damp, but he’s got the sneaking suspicion that if he leaves the room now to go get a towel, more things are going to start breaking. Things that are more valuable than a cup.
“Because if you don’t, I’m probably going to forget about it and step on a shard.” Sam has had glass pierce his skin more than enough times in his life, thanks. When he turns back after having pulled on his pants, there’s no more glass on the ground and Lucifer is frowning at nothing. He turns his gaze on Sam like it’s a challenge. Sam doesn’t falter. “Is there a reason you’re being a brat?” Lucifer doesn’t answer, only narrows his eyes. Sam shakes his head and tries to approach him.
“Are you going to punish me?” Lucifer says, glib and sharp, but the way he tenses when Sam comes closer betrays him. Sam can’t hurt him, except in the ways that matter. Lucifer waits for rejection like it’s a blade against the back of his neck. This is him goading Sam to swing.
“Yes,” Sam says, and the way Lucifer actually relaxes at that breaks his heart. It's as though one of these days, he thinks Sam will actually follow that up by trying to hurt him. Sam reaches out to touch him instead. Lucifer looks confused when that’s all he does, hand resting against the curve of Lucifer’s jaw, feeling stubble prick against his palm. Sam lets it stay there for a minute. Lucifer remains frozen under the touch. He will understand that this is how Sam will punish him. Sam strokes his cheek. “Come lay on the bed with me.” Lucifer tilts his head away from Sam’s hand, but Sam follows, pressing warmth into Lucifer’s chilly skin.
“What?” Lucifer asks.
“Come lay down,” Sam repeats, slower. If Lucifer feels condescended to, then tough, Sam has to be as clear as possible to get through to him.
“That isn’t a-”
“You don’t get to decide.” Sam withdraws his hand. For all that Lucifer was trying to lean away from it, he still looks miserable that Sam’s not touching him anymore. Sam turns and walks back to the bed. He always gets one big enough for Lucifer and him to share, now. (And Dean gets to have a whole room to himself. It’s a win-win.) For a minute after he lays down, he’s not sure Lucifer will follow him. He’s stuck sitting across the room, staring at Sam like he’s lost it. He stands slowly, unsure, and he stills again.
Sam pats the empty space next to him. Lucifer jerks forward like Sam just-
Yanked on his leash is not a thought Sam should be having about Lucifer right now.
He far more dressed than Sam is. The first step is getting him on the bed. The second is getting his coat and over-shirt off. His jeans have to go, too, and that leaves Lucifer half-naked and kneeling in front of Sam on the bed, fists clenched against his bare thighs. Sam reaches up and touches his face again. Lucifer’s confusion returns, though now there’s a touch more panic in his eyes. Sam holds back from shushing him like he’s a scared animal. Instead, he lets his hand slide back, under Lucifer’s ear, brushing the short hair at the bottom of his skull, and then holding firmly onto the back of his neck. When Sam pulls him down, Lucifer resists. Sam pulls him down anyway.
Sam keeps his hand on the back of Lucifer’s neck, firm and unbreakable. If he really wanted to leave, there’s no amount of force Sam could exert to stop him, but when Lucifer struggles, he doesn't make Sam's hand budge an inch. Eventually, he stops. He stays tense against Sam. Sam promised punishment, and punishment for Lucifer has only meant pain and isolation for a long time. This, Sam knows, will be much harder for him to bear and far more effective. Sam settles back.
I want to be kind to you. I want to be gentle. I know you can’t believe this because you don’t know what it looks like, but that’s all I want for you, forever, but Sam can’t say any of that. Lucifer will lash out at it as a lie or recoil from it as pity, and so this is the only way Sam can get him to accept it. They dress it up at a struggle and ignore how badly Lucifer wants to let him win. He lets the hand at Lucifer’s neck drift up through his hair and then back down again, one slow stroke. Lucifer doesn’t make a break for it, and so Sam does it again and again.
“Stop,” Lucifer says. Sam can barely hear him, even though there’s not an inch between them. He keeps petting Lucifer’s hair.
“It’s a punishment,” he says. “You don’t choose when it stops. I do.” Lucifer breathes. It’s unsteady. Sam keeps petting him. He drinks in Lucifer through every sense, feels the coolness of his skin under his palm as he smooths his hand a little further down to his spine, smells the overwhelming scent of magnolias mixed with something that leaves an aftertaste like pennies on the back of Sam’s tongue, hears the way Lucifer struggles to keep himself breathing slowly.
“Stop,” Lucifer begs a second time, even softer.
“No.” Lucifer shudders. Sam wraps his hand over the back of Lucifer’s neck again and squeezes. “You want me to forgive you for being frustrating all day, right?” Lucifer doesn’t answer, but his head is bowed, his forehead pressed to Sam’s shoulder. Sam shifts to move his leg before it cramps from the odd position he put it in, and he bumps Lucifer’s, dropping his hand down to Lucifer’s thigh to help him get comfortable. As he moves Lucifer, he feels the devil go limp like a ragdoll in Sam’s arms. He’s soothingly heavy. (Angels are dense, in more ways than one.) “This is how you earn that. Be good for me, Lucifer. Hold still while I touch you.”
Lucifer makes a strangled noise, muffled against Sam’s shoulder. It sounds like no.
He needs more if Sam is really set on breaking him down. Sam massages behind Lucifer’s shoulders as he turns his head to kiss him. They’re only soft butterfly kisses that Sam lands on his temples and the top of his head. Even that makes Lucifer squirm, reeling back against the barricade of Sam’s hand. Like it’s nothing, Sam’s touch stops an archangel in his tracks. Seeing Lucifer’s face lets Sam know how well this is working. He still looks confused, but he’s relaxed, eyes glassy. Some part of him knows to trust Sam. In return for that trust, Sam leans in and places kisses all over Lucifer’s face. His nose deserves a few, and so do his cheeks, and his eyebrows, and his forehead, and finally, his lips. Lucifer doesn’t have the time to kiss back with how quickly Sam leaves a smooch there and backs off to find a new spot for his next one.
“Good,” Sam praises between kisses, “good, so good...” and though it’s simple, it’s effective. Lucifer tries to escape from the praise, but he has nowhere to go and looking away only exposes more untouched spots for Sam to kiss. Sam trails kisses over Lucifer’s chin and jaw and down his neck.
“Sam, please.” Sam has fucked Lucifer harder than anyone else he’s ever been with. He’s pulled his hair, bitten him raw, bruised him black and blue until his vessel heals. He’s spanked Lucifer over his lap, and he’s tied him up, and he’s used every other trick in the book to make him behave. None of those punishments could make Lucifer sound like he does right now.
“I think you deserve more,” Sam says, merciless. Lucifer exhales, overwhelmed and as desperate for this onslaught of affection to end as he is to never be let go. Sam starts kissing him again, but he lingers on each kiss now and he varies up his praise, sprinkling in more and more specifics, like “You’re such a beautiful angel,” and “See how lovely you are when you’re not trying to pick a fight?” He kisses just next to Lucifer’s ear and whispers to him, “Next time you want attention, I expect you to say something and not start breaking things. Understand?” Lucifer swallows. “If it happens again, I’m going to punish you even worse next time. How would you like me to massage your wings and groom out all the messy feathers?”
“I’m sorry,” Lucifer says, and there’s a lilt to it, like he’s wondering if all it’ll take to get out of this is to admit his guilt. Sam doesn’t plan on letting up any time soon.
“Apology accepted. You still have to earn your forgiveness. We’re almost done.” Sam begins running his hands over Lucifer’s entire body, seeking vulnerability and since he knows exactly where to look, he finds it. Angels wear vessels strangely, connect to nerves in odd places more than others. Lucifer has patches of skin at his hip and his belly and the back of his calf that are more sensitive than anywhere else on his body, excluding right between his shoulderblades, which Sam is already using to make him melt in his arms. Lucifer isn’t trying to get away anymore (if Sam could even call it that with how little effort he put into it.) He’s shaking like he can’t help it, full-bodied tremors every time Sam grazes a sensitive spot, accompanied by gasps that rush Sam’s ears.
He wraps his arms around Lucifer in a hug and pulls him in tight.
He squeezes and squeezes. Lucifer makes little noises like he can’t stand it that slowly quiet as Sam’s body heat radiates into him, his soul drawing in Lucifer's grace. Sam feels himself calm down, too. Lucifer’s grace always has that effect on him. Sam savors it, and the way Lucifer finally gives in. This is exactly what he needed. “I love you,” Sam says. “I forgive you. You’re so good for me.”
Sam holds him for a few long minutes. This, plus what they’d done beforehand, was the longest Lucifer had ever gone.
So it doesn’t surprise Sam when Lucifer finally says, “Cage. Sam, cage, now.” Sam instantly releases Lucifer, no hand on the back of his neck, no arms around him, nothing keeping him still. He looks extremely overwhelmed as he falls back out of Sam’s lap, and for a moment, Sam thinks he’s taken it too far.
“Lucifer-” Without thinking, Sam reaches out a hand to touch Lucifer’s arm. Lucifer flinches, withdrawing his arm, and Sam makes a soothing noise. He doesn’t try to touch Lucifer again. That’s not the kind of comfort he needs right now. Sam gets off the bed, giving Lucifer a minute alone to reorient himself. He searches around in his packed bags for first, a blanket Sam bought for Lucifer, one he showed interest in because of the texture, and second, one of Sam’s shirts. It’s washed, but it still smells like him from being tossed in with the rest of his clothes. Sam offers them to Lucifer, and they’re taken gratefully. Lucifer wraps the blanket around himself, but he doesn’t put on the shirt. He holds it close to his chest instead. With that, Sam gives him space.
He just put Lucifer through a lot. He needs a minute to recover.
“The hug was a nice touch,” Lucifer says when he’s a little more put together, though Sam still doesn’t put a hand on him, wary of setting him off.
“It wasn’t too much?”
“No. It was nice, until-” Sam grins at being reassured that he did the right thing for Lucifer.
“Until it wasn’t?” he asks.
“Exactly.” Sam sits down on the bed near Lucifer. He still leaves a firm boundary of personal space between them. Touch will be overwhelming to him right now, but even having Sam’s soul too close, automatically trying to tangle up with Lucifer’s grace, might be too much. “You were right. I should have asked for it.”
“You’re forgiven,” Sam reemphasizes, and Lucifer hmphs. “If we’re trying to set more realistic standards for you to meet next time, than I’ll settle for you not disrupting a hunt. You can’t do that.” Lucifer pouts, clutches Sam’s shirt closer to his chest.
“I... will try not to. Next time.” Sam gets the urge to lean over and kiss him. He doesn’t, but he lets his gaze linger on Lucifer’s mouth and stores it away to do later, when Lucifer’s more open to touch.
“Good,” Sam says, “because I will do worse to you. I don’t make empty threats.”
“How terrible. You’re going to pet my wings if I misbehave.” Lucifer’s words are flippant, but his tone is a little more unsure.
“You can handle it,” Sam reassures. “If you can’t, one word and we stop, but I know that you can. Trust me.” Lucifer smiles.
“I do.” Sam’s already got plans spinning in his head for the next time Lucifer needs Sam to be gentle with him and can’t accept it. He’ll really get Lucifer squirming. Maybe Sam will even get him to beg for it to stop as his wings flex and beat and submit. All while knowing that if Lucifer wanted it to actually end, he’d safeword. There is something so intoxicating about having the devil under him, pleading for Sam to stop showing him how much he’s loved. Sam is never going to get over it.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t plan to stop loving Lucifer anytime soon, than.
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Sub!Bottom!FTM Sam Winchester x Dom!Top!Male Reader
☆ Word Count: 3,617 ☆
AFAB Language Used
blacked out every time i wrote this like jekyll and hyde 😭 /j
CW: Non-Con, Sexual Coercion, Drugging, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Creampie, Pregnancy Mention, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Puppy Play (Collar, Puppy Sam), Nipple Sucking, Riding, Corruption
“Excuse me, are you [Name]?” Sam walks up to you as you're smoking outside a bar.
“What's it to you?”
“I’m Joseph Johnson. I'm a detective.” Sam shows you his badge just long enough for you to believe him. “I’d like to ask you some questions about the recent incident.”
“Then you’d better give up and ask someone else.”
Sam looks at you in dismay. “You're the only living witness, we won't be able to get anywhere without you!”
“I’m not sharing anything without something in return.”
He perks up. “I've got about 60 buc-”
“I'm not looking for money. I want you to get on your knees and give me a blowjob.”
He looks at you in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Completely. Make your choice, Sherlock.”
There is no choice. He needs this information in order to save the town. He has to do it. “Fine…Just don't make me swallow.”
You stub out your cigarette. “You're not in a position to make demands, sweetheart. You're gonna swallow it if you want me to talk.”
Chills run down his spine. You're so assertive, it's…..sexy. He almost slaps himself. He lets out a big sigh. “Okay.”
You smile. “Hold on.” You enter the bar and come out a few minutes later with a bottle of beer. It's already been opened. That makes Sam suspicious but in your defense, he doesn't have a bottle opener on him. Against his better judgment, he chugs the bottle.
He notices the chilling grin on your face but hopes it's not because you drugged him. You lead him to a secluded alleyway. “Kneel.” You unbuckle your belt.
“Here? Are you serious?”
“Didn't you hear me, pretty boy? Kneel.”
Sam frowns and gets down on his knees. He gulps upon seeing your hard cock. He’s never seen one in real life before, after all, he's never gone far enough for that.
“Open wide.” You tug on his hair. He looks at you with contempt but opens his mouth anyways. The feeling of your cock entering his mouth is completely foreign. It's way different than sucking on a popsicle or some other iced treat. It’s warm and pulsing. And it's thick, so thick his jaw hurts. “As I thought, you look much better with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”
Sam shivers. He can't believe that turned him on. His body suddenly begins to rise in temperature, as if he's come down with a fever. You don't seem to care about his reddening face as you slowly drag him back and forth on your cock. He stops worrying about it, even as he starts to feel more aroused than he should. He just closes his eyes and discreetly ruts against his hand as you do all the work for him. He feels so wet that his slick is probably bleeding through his underwear. He desperately needs to touch himself but he's sober enough to feel embarrassed about doing so. It's so hard for him to feel pleasure through his pants that he's started whimpering. You don't know why he's doing that but you're not complaining about the new sensation you're feeling.
“Shit- I’m already gonna come-” You moan. “Your mouth is amazing, sweetheart, you're better off selling it than being a detective.”
Sam moans as you come in his mouth. His mind is so hazy and high on whatever you drugged him with that he actually feels happy to swallow your seed. He’s completely out of his mind.
You pull him away from your cock and pry open his mouth with your thumb to make sure he's swallowed everything. “Good boy.”
He looks at you almost demurely.
“It’d be a shame to stop here, don't you think?” You run your fingers through his hair. The drug seems to have kicked in completely so you know he’ll agree.
“Mhm..”
“It’d be nice if I could fuck that sweet ass of yours...”
“Not there...” He shakes his head.
“Why not? I’d make you feel real good.”
“Isn't my pussy better?” Sam smiles, unbuckling his belt.
“It definitely is.” You smirk.
Sam shakily gets up on his feet and drops his pants and boxers to his ankles. He walks over to the wall and bends over, giving you a drunken smile. You look at his pussy and feel your cock immediately come back to life. He's so wet that his slick is on the inner corner of his thighs. You can't wait to dive into that.
You stick two of your fingers inside him, not caring for how that makes him feel, and explore his insides. He's soft, warm, and oh so fucking wet. Sam moans, too drugged to consider the fact that he's in public.
“Th- there!” His voice and legs are shaking. “Yes-yes-yes–”
“Already gonna come, darling?” You find his g-spot and immediately cause him to squirt. You watch in awe, painfully hard thanks to this mesmerizing display. You pull your fingers out and slowly inch your cock inside him. “Sorry, I just couldn't wait any longer. You don't mind, right, baby?”
Sam moans, eyes half lidded. “Mm- deeper~”
“The drug’s really changed you…or maybe it's just allowed your real personality to show?” You smirk, going deeper as he requested. “I might have to keep drugging you if it means I can fuck this sweet pussy of yours.”
He shivers, leaning further against the wall as you make him experience his pussy stretching to accommodate your girth for the first time. “Bi- big~” He bites his lip, absolutely blissed out.
“You like how big I am? Or how good your cunt feels stretching to fit me?”
“Ye- yes~ so good~” He answers both of your questions. “My pussy feels so good, [Name]~”
“Yeah? I’ll make it feel even better.” Once you bottom out you start fucking him at a rough pace. The warm and slippery feeling of his cunt is making you too aroused to control yourself. You cover Sam’s mouth with your hand, knowing he won't even try to keep quiet. Your hand quickly becomes drenched with his saliva, a constant vibration thanks to Sam moaning. You can still hear his moans, albeit muffled, but at a much better level that suits your location. “You're such a good boy, you know? Taking my cock so fucking well. If we were at my place, I’d be happy to hear you moan.”
Sam’s body reacts to being called a good boy, his cunt clenching around you once again.
“I wish I could have you, a cute puppy like you should have an owner. Although, I don't know if I have the strength to actually let you go.” You pull down the collar from the back of his shirt and bite him, making a mark that’s sure to last a while. You can tell just by hearing him and feeling the way his cunt reacts that he liked that. “How about you touch yourself for me, pup? I want you to feel extra good.”
Sam brings his hand down to his t-dick, gently stroking himself and accelerating the amount of time it’ll take him to have an orgasm.
“Look at you, following orders so well.”
He whimpers in response.
“You’d be better off belonging to me than some agency, don't you think?” You move your hand away from his mouth.
“Ye- yes- wanna be yours!” He moans, squirting again on your cock. In his current state of mind, he feels overjoyed at the idea of abandoning his dangerous “career” for a life full of pleasure and submission. He won't have to think or put his life on the line anymore. Right now, he doesn't have the ability to think rationally and being your dog is all he wants. “Tak- take me! I wanna be your puppy~!”
You bury your head in his shoulder, slowing down. “I’ll hold you to that. Gonna make sure you can't change your mind and leave me.” You come inside of him despite knowing he wouldn't want this if he was sober. At this point you don't care what he thinks, you just want him. Maybe the whiskey you had earlier is finally getting to you...
Sam wakes up on his motel bed, feeling something inside his underwear, a painful feeling in his neck, and a sharp headache. He closes his eyes and tries to recall what happened last night. He soon starts to remember everything, even after the drug kicked in. He should be angry but he isn't. He's horny. He sits up on the bed and looks around.
“Dean?” He calls out. No response. He leans back and brings his hand into his pants, sliding his index and middle finger down his slick cunt. He feels your cum and pushes it back inside him, fingering himself with your cum. He doesn't want to get pregnant but he can't help himself. Just doing this makes him so horny…He feels like a perv.
Sam leans back and moans, feeling extra sensitive. He remembers how you made him squirt for the first time and how it’d probably feel even more amazing if he could do it sober. He starts to think about all the compliments you gave him and how you wanted to make him yours. He knows he should be focusing on hunting, especially because of his powers, but he can't help but yearn for a safe life with you. He doesn't even really know you. He did a background check on you but he didn't look at anything that would’ve given him any information about your personality. He can't believe that a one night with you is making him feel like this. Making him want to relinquish his autonomy to a stranger.
He murmurs your name, absolutely enamored with you. Are you even human? You have to have some special power to make him so infatuated with you. Right?
Before he can reach his climax, the sound of the doorknob twisting stops him. Sam quickly takes out his hand and rubs it on his clothes. Dean opens up the door and immediately looks at Sam.
“Where the hell were you last night? And why are you in the same clothes?”
“I- I uh…got drunk.” He looks at him sheepishly.
“Why?!”
“[Name] didn't want to talk unless I won a drinking game…I won.”
Dean looks surprised. “That guy must be even more of a lightweight than you are.”
Sam laughs awkwardly.
“So what's the story?”
“I don't know–” Sam stops thanks to Dean’s expression. “Yet! I’ll call him today.”
“You got his number?”
Sam vaguely remembers you putting something in his pocket. He digs into his right pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He opens it up. I’ll talk. I left you hangover medicine, the morning after pill, and a pregnancy test. Let me know the results when the time comes. [Your Number]. “Yeah. I got it.” He turns to the bedside table and sees a bag with the logo from the local pharmacy. His heart flutters from your consideration. Which is ironic, considering what you did to him.
“Good. Take a shower and eat something, then call him.” Dean grabs the remote, gets onto his bed, and turns on the tv.
At around 11, Sam called you and now you're sitting outside a café with “Joseph” and his partner, “Francis”.
“There's two of you.” You raise your eyebrow. “Looks like you're not Sherlock, but one of the hardy boys.” You chuckle.
Sam laughs awkwardly. “This is my partner–”
“Wait, let me guess, Frank?”
“Francis. My friends call me Frank.” He smiles, impressed that you got the reference.
“Joseph and Franics. Interesting coincidence.” You’re tempted to inquire further but you decide not to. You're not too excited to recount the story but you’d rather just get it over with.
“And that was it.” You lean back into the chair. You noticed Sam was staring at you the entire time but you ignored it, you don't want to bring anything up with Dean around.
“Thanks for telling us. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” Dean stands up and shakes your hand. “Alright, let's go.” He turns to Sam.
“I- I actually have something to do, go without me.”
“What? What the hell could be so important?”
Sam looks away and doesn't answer.
Dean sighs heavily. “Fine. But don't let me find out you're trying to meet some girl or something.” He shakes his head and walks over to his car.
“So, what’s more important than your investigation?” You tilt your head in interest.
“I remember what happened last night.”
“I sure hope so, that's the whole reason I’m here.”
“No, I remember that you drugged me.”
You’re a little surprised, that wasn't supposed to happen. You know he won't turn you in though. You’re sure of it. “Are ya gonna turn me in, Mr. Hardy?” You smile teasingly.
“Not if you do something for me in return. It's only fair, right?”
You give him an amused look. “Of course, puppy, it's only fair.”
Sam blushes at the name.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Drive me to your place and you'll find out.”
“Alright, we'll have to make a quick stop though.” You grin and lead him to your car.
Sam enters your home, anxious for two reasons. One, because you went to a sex shop and told him what you bought is a secret. And two, because he's about to request something that nobody in their right mind would do after being taken advantage of in such a way.
He sits on your bed and watches you as you place the bag on your desk and reveal what you bought. A collar that closely resembles one for a dog, but clearly made to be worn by a human. Sam’s entire body heats up.
“Just a little something to remember me by.” You hand him the collar
He frowns slightly, he doesn't want to leave you. He doesn't know why he's so obsessed with you but he brushes away the thought and puts the collar on. He looks adorable. “Now you have to do my request.” He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. “I want you to eat me out.” He's been fantasizing about this in the shower. He can't leave this town without experiencing this at least once.
You lick your lips. “That's it? If that's what you want, I’ll be glad to do it.” You pull his pants and underwear off for him and kneel in between his legs. You slowly drag your tongue up his pussy, tasting him for the first time. You let out a soft noise of pleasure before wrapping your lips around his t-dick and slowly easing two your fingers into his cunt. Sam throws his head back and moans unabashedly as you suck him off, his body heating up. This is so much better than just fingering himself. Your mouth feels so good.
“Like that- yes~” Sam rolls his eyes back. It won't take long for him to come. “[Name]~!” He gasps when your fingers reach his g-spot. “Oh my God–” He falls back onto the bed, quickly climbing towards his orgasm. You add a third finger and continue to finger his wetness while sucking his cock more passionately. Sam can't even manage to get any words out, he feels too fucking good to even think about anything. He instinctively wraps his legs around your head and squirts, drenching you. He takes a few moments before letting go of you.
You pull away and lick your lips. “Now, how about a round two?”
Sam nods, removing his clothes. “I wanna ride you.”
“I’d love that.”
Sam hovers above your hard length, his left hand holding it in his place and his right on your shoulder. He lowers himself onto your cock, gasping when he feels you stretching him open. Despite his memory being mostly clear from that night, the pleasure he remembered wasn't enough to prepare him for this. “Fuck–!” He moans, continuing to lower himself down. Tears run down his cheeks thanks to the painful pleasure he's experiencing. “You're- so, so big-” He's breathless.
“You're adorable, puppy.” You hold his cheek in your hand. “I know you can handle it though, keep going.”
Sam moves further down until you're completely inside him. He looks at you, tears still streaming down.
“Good boy.” You kiss him. His eyes widen for a moment before closing his eyes and reciprocating the kiss. You briefly pull away to open your mouth and Sam is quick to catch on. You return to kissing him but now with your tongue. Sam considers himself a master at kissing, since it's the most he’s ever done. At least when it comes to receiving.
Sam finds himself grinding down on your cock, finding pleasure in the way you feel inside him.
You pull away from him and move down to his neck to bite and kiss it. You now move even further and wrap your lips around his nipple, happily sucking on it while your hand goes to massage his other breast. Sam whimpers and squeezes your cock happily. He could get used to this. Just being a dumb, slutty puppy for you to use sounds great to him. Sorry Dean and the greater good, Sam is giving up on being a hunter and choosing to become a simple toy.
You reluctantly leave his breasts and look at Sam with a smile. “Why don't you try riding me now?”
“Okay..” Sam places both his hands on your shoulders and slowly rises. He whimpers at the feeling. He never had the confidence to try using a dildo so he had no idea how intense this would feel. He quickly lowers himself, missing the feeling of your entire cock inside him. Even losing a few inches is upsetting for him.
“You don't want to do it anymore? Is it too hard for you, puppy?”
He looks away from you. “I want all of you inside me…”
“Aw, you can't even stand a few seconds? I promise you won't even feel it as long as you keep up a fast pace. It’ll feel much better than just having me inside you…although I do enjoy having you keep my cock warm.”
Sam tries riding you properly but he's still feeling weak and can't do it fast enough. He stops and looks at you.
“Let me help you.” You grab his waist and lift him up and down at a fast pace. Sam rolls his head back and moans in pleasure. “See? It feels good.”
“So- so good!” He cries. He feels so good that he barely even feels the painful slapping of his breasts against his chest. He can't even focus his sight, pain is nearly obsolete to him. He brings his hand down to his dick, stroking it as best he can. You can tell he's about to come.
“Come on, puppy, come for me.” You smirk. It doesn't take much longer after that for Sam to come. He squirts, making a mess on your body. “Good boy. Now it's my turn.”
Sam gasps as his body is suddenly pushed onto the bed, your hands squeezing his wrists tightly. “Just a little more, I know you can take it.” You roughly thrust into his cunt, indulging in the lovely wet warmth of his pussy. Sam doesn't mind, on the contrary, he’s happy to be used just to get you off. “You're so obedient, sweetheart, so perfect.” You start to act more like a dog than Sam, your horniness compelling you to rut into him like a wild beast. He can barely handle it thanks to the previous activities but he's fighting to stay awake. Seeing you in this state is much too arousing to miss.
“Tha- thank you~” He smiles stupidly.
Just hearing him say that with an expression like that makes you come. You briefly grip his wrists harder then loosen it as you come down from your high. “I don't want to let you go..”
“Me neither…I like being your puppy.” His eyelids start to feel heavy. “Wanna keep getting used…” He falls asleep. You kiss his forehead and pull out. You've never given an unconscious person a bath but it shouldn't be too hard.
Dean pounds angrily on your front door, a gun in his pocket ready to shoot you if necessary. Thanks to an eyewitness report from the café employee, he found out where Sam went. He doesn't know what's going on but he's furious. He hasn't answered his calls and he hasn't seen him since yesterday.
You open the door. “Ah! Francis. Here to pick up your partner?” You pause.
“What the fuck did you do to my brother?”
“Nothing he didn't like.” You reply plainly. “He's perfectly fine and drinking some tea. I’ll show you.”
Dean looks at Sam in shock. He's just wearing a big shirt and probably underwear. “Sam! What's going on?”
“I’m sorry, but I want to stay here. I love [Name] and I don't want to leave him.”
“WHAT?!” He's completely taken aback.
“You heard him. You’ll have to head back on your own. I’ll get his stuff for him.”
Dean doesn't trust you at all. He's going to be doing a lot of research on whatever monster you might be. He's convinced you're not human. “I’m staying longer. You probably did something to him…I don't trust you.”
“That's fine.” You smile. You have something else to worry about. “So…who's Sam?”
Sam and Dean both look at each other. Looks like they're going to have to reveal the truth, at least partially...
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sam [ WINCHESTER ] ▬▬▬▬ ❝ It doesn't matter who you are, it only matters what you do . ❞
[ WARNING(S) ¿ ] bot!sam, ftm!sam, marking, amab reader, squirting, reversed cowgirl, car sex, semi-public sex, breeding kink, exhibitionism kink, multiple orgasms, creampie, not proof read - short .
How'd you end up in this current situation? You've got no idea. One minute you're on the way back to the motel to meet Dean with Sam. And the next.. You have Sam WINCHESTER bouncing on your cock like a mad man, car shaking harshly.
His Back was facing you, but by the way he sounded you could definitely figure out what his face looked like right now. His hands on the dashboard holding him up, the street lights on the dark road shining on you both.
Sam WINCHESTER who's moans were so loud you didn't even hear the first few times Dean called your phone, millions of texts being sent after each call asking if you two were okay, alive.
Sam WINCHESTER, the 'quiet but smart brother' wasn't any of those as of right now. Sam couldn't even form a from how hard he was being fucked, pussy squeezing around your fat cock occasionally. Moaning so loud that it's practically like screaming, his throat burning from such.
Sam lost count of how long you've been going at since his 4th orgasm, Pussy fluttering as he squirted again. Body convulsing as waves of pleasure hit him, begging you to cum inside of him again as he felt your cock twitch inside his cunt.
Sam WINCHESTER, a man of few words, but not currently, begging you to fill him between moans and whimpers falling from his mouth, hands gripping the dashboard so tight his knuckles turn white.
Sighing in relief as he felt your hot seed filling him again, wet squelching sounds filling the car, his moans getting higher pitched as you snaked your hand around him, fingers roughly circling his clit. Pushing him over the edge again, body shivering from pleasure.
Sam WINCHESTER who looks more than satisfied as you two finally drive back, tiredly smiling as he fell asleep in the passenger seat from exhaustion, listening in on your conversation with Dean on the phone, making up every excuse possible.
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This is an 18+ NSFW blog. Minors, Do Not Interact!
Supernatural Masterlist
📝 = ask/request
🏳️🌈gender neutral reader
🏳️🌈Blood in Heaven and Hell Dean x OFC x Sam. No Wincest. Poly/ENM. Warnings per chapter! Fluff. Crack. Smut. NSFW/18+. Show level violence and more. On Hiatus.
🏳️🌈OFC Inserts (Set AFTER BIHH) Dean X OFC X Sam. Dean x Cas. Sam x OFC. Dean x OFC. No wincest. Poly/ENM. Fluff. Smut. Crack. Warnings per fanfic!
Worldbuilding series. Background information on stories that either are or could be published on ao3 and tumblr.
🏳️🌈Romancing the Hunter (ao3) Poly triad/ENM. Destiel x AFAB enby psychic witch hunter Reader. Set after S15E19.
Domestic Destiel series (ao3 link)
Domestic Destiel #1 Fluff. Crack. Smut! NSFW. 18+.
Coffee No pairing.Dean, Reader. Crack.
Kiss Destiel. Fluff. Implied smut.
📝 Vampires in New York Dean x Reader. Fluff. Show level violence. Rated T.
📝 Checkers Jody Mills, Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves. Fluff. Crack.
📝 Magic dust Dean x Reader. Fluff. Smut. NSFW/18+.
📝 Of mice and men No pairing. Dean, Sam, Castiel. Angst. A bit of Crack. Fluff. Rated Gen.
📝 Glomping Destiel. Crack. Implied smut. Rated M.
🏳️🌈Imagine waking up in the middle of the night (Dean x GN!Reader) Fluff. Rated Gen.
📝 Ruin (Dean x F!Reader) Fluff.
Pie (No pairing. Gif Story) Crack.
Smile (Sam x Reader) Fluff. Rated T.
📝 Sam x fem!reader with high pain tolerance Rated T. (Ask/Request) Fluff/Slight Angst. TW: Unknown Injury due to high pain tolerance.
🏳️🌈The Throuple. (destiel x reader) Implied smut. Established relationship. D/S undertones. Rated M.
Alternate Scene Ending for 11x03 The Bad Seed Destiel. First kiss. Canon divergence. rated M.
📝 AU. Sam x Female Reader. Angst and Fluff and Smut. Happy Ending. NSFW/18+. Rated E.
Rated E. Destiel. Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean. Mating. Smut. 18+.
Happy Valentines’ Day (2024). Destiel. Celebrating 3rd wedding anniversary. Led Zepplin. Ao3 link Rated Gen.
Prompt: You accidentally cross a witch, and she curses you, saying “You can only speak lies”. Unfortunately, this makes it so you can only say the word “lies”, and the witch admits she’s an apprentice that screwed up the spell. Now you’ve teamed up with her to figure out how to undo it. By @writing-prompt-s Rated G. Destiel.
Fledgling Castiel tries to fly with Archangel Gabriel. Balthazar sasses the whole time. Rated Gen.
Continued story of Fledgling Castiel series. Enjoy!
🏳️🌈Rated M for partial nudity, implied smut, and dialogue. Destiel/Reader. They /them pronouns for Gender Neutral Reader. Polyamory. A/B/O. Alpha Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester/Omega Reader.
🏳️🌈 Beau Arlen x GN!Reader. They/them Pronouns for Reader. Rated Gen. Prompt 👆. Angst.
🏳️🌈 Dean Winchester x GN!Reader. They/them pronouns for Reader. Rated Gen. Prompt: 👆. Angst.
Destiel (Cas x Dean) arguing who’s the best boyfriend while Sam is fighting vampires. Rated Gen. Prompt. Crack. Angst. AO3 LINK.
🏳️🌈 Castiel’s wings (Castiel x Reader). Castiel gets hurt saving you. Prompt. Hurt/Comfort. A touch of angst. Second POV (You).
📝 Request by Anon. Dean x Female Reader. Bar AU.
@deancaskiss ‘s August 2022 mini drabble event
Day 1: Summer (Fluff, Crack)
Day 2: Beach (Crack, Angst)
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Day 4: Memories (Angst, BIHH OFC insert)
Day 5: Kiss (Fluff; Cas x Dean)
Day 7: Thunderstorm (Fluff; Sam x Reader)
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September Gif Story
Any Fandom Mixed Bingo Card
JAcklesverse Bingo Card
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Dean is an ex-smoker (2)
Dean is an ex-smoker (1)
Chuck/God’s Blorbos
Only one Castiel CAN fall for Dean (response)
Cas learns human psychology
Dean babysits a five y/o
What if the author lived in Supernatural // Part 2
Dean has multiple pet names for Cas while Cas has two (Not mine)
Dean is neurodivergent (Not mine)
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graphics: @firefly-graphics and Warner Bros Discovery/The CW
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Giving Up Control
Request: can you do one with sam as a top and being rlly rough, and one (SEPERATE FANFICS OFC) as dean rlly submissive w/ lots of wimpering
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Note: this is 18+. Do not read this if you're under 18.
Dean's Version
Masterlist
Story:
"Sam, I said I was sorry", [Y/N] said as she followed him through the door into their motel room. He didn't look back at her as he set his bag down on the bed and began to route through it. She sighed and closed the door behind her. "Sam?" She said as she walked over to him. She lifted her hand, hesitantly, before reaching up to place it on the back of his shoulder, but he immediately shrugged it off and continued to look through his bag. "The silent treatment? Really?"
He scoffed at her and pulled out a clean shirt and boxers, shaking his head and he closed the bag again. He turned to walk towards the bathroom but she grabbed his arm. He turned around and glared down at her, his nostrils flaring. "Do you have any idea how fucking stupid your little stunt back there was?"
"Yes, I do, that's why I said sorry".
"Oh okay, yeah, you said sorry, that makes it all better".
"I don't know what else you want me to say. I made a mistake Sam, it's not like you've never done that".
"That's not the issue and you know that! The issue is I don't know if I can trust you, [Y/N]. When I take you on hunts with me, I need to be able to trust you to use your fucking head and not step right in front of danger just because you have this need to be the one in control all the time. I told you to stay put and you didn't, you made your own wreckless decision and two vampires got away".
"I know! I fucked up, and anyone they hurt will be on me, I know that Sam, I don't need you to tell me!"
Sam sighed and turned away from her, running his hand down his face in frustration. "It's not just that, [Y/N]. You nearly got seriously hurt too, and it would've been on my watch".
"You're not responsible for me. I'm responsible for my own actions. If I get hurt, it's on my own watch".
"That's not how this works", he said, turning back around to her and pointing between the two of them. "We're supposed to work together, you're supposed to follow my orders when it gets dangerous".
"Okay, you need to back up a bit", she said, settling her hands on her hips and furrowing her brows at him. "I'm your girlfriend, not your soldier, I'm not 'supposed' to follow anyone's orders".
"Would it kill you to follow direction for once? Give up control for once?" He was breathing heavily, his fists clenched to keep himself still.
"And just let you control everything? Tell me where to go, what to do, what to say?"
"Yes". He stepped towards her and she instinctualy stepped back. "Just let me look after you, keep you safe".
"I don't need you to look after me, I need a partner".
"I am your partner". He took a few more steps towards her, and she backed up until the motel room's wall stopped her. "I've been hunting since I was a kid, you've been hunting for less than a year, don't you trust me to know what I'm doing?"
"I do, but-"
"But you want to be the one in charge all the time. I know, it's part of your personality. I bet you couldn't let someone else take control even if you wanted to". He was staring down at her now, forcing her to look up, her head against the wall and his hips only inches from her stomach.
"I bet I could".
Before she could comprehend what was happening, Sam's lips were on hers and she was being lifted up by her thighs and pressed into the wall. His tongue instantly forced its way into her mouth, not that she made any attempt to block it, and she reached up to grab his hair, causing him to groan into her mouth. He kept his grip tight on one thigh, digging his fingers into it, while his other slipped under her ass, squeezing it. He smirked against her lips as she moaned, trying to grind against him. He pulled back slightly to kiss her jawline up to her ear. "Stop moving, you're giving up control, you're only going to do what I say you can do", his low voice rumbled against the side of her face and she nodded enthusiastically. Sam wasn't exactly gentle or cautious in bed, but she'd never seen this side of him before, he'd never been this dominant with her, and she'd never been so turned on.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he let go of her other thigh to hold her ass with both hands, hoisting her up and stepping away from the wall. He turned around and walked towards the bed, not letting his lips leave her neck as he did. She squeaked in surprise as he threw her down on the bed and ripped her flannel open, scattering buttons all across the room. As she stared up at him she could still see anger and frustration, and she thought for a moment that if she were a vampire or demon looking up at Sam Winchester right now, she'd be terrified. She wasn't scared at all as he leaned over to man-handle her arms out of the flannel and throw it across the room; she knew that even though this was about Sam being in control, one 'stop' from her and he'd be off her without a second thought.
He crawled on top of her, shoving his thigh between her legs as he pulled her bra down to pinch her nipples. He smirked as she gasped and grabbed his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something that would help ground her. He leaned down to kiss her, biting at her lips and groping at her breasts. Her hands moved up to grasp his hair again, pulling slightly and making him moan into her mouth. He leaned back and knelt, one knee still between her thighs, applying pressure in just the right spot. He stared down at her and trailed his fingers from her neck, down between her breasts, down her stomach, and stopping at the top of her jeans. He unbuttoned them and began to pull them down her legs, letting her wiggle her hips to help him, taking her panties with them. She lay there completely bare in front of a completely clothed Sam, but when she reached for his belt he grabbed her hands and chuckled, shaking his head.
"You don't get to touch me tonight. This is about me being in control, not you. This is about me taking what I want, and giving what I want. Roll over, stick your ass up for me and keep your head on the pillow". She looked up at him, slightly shocked by his demanding tone, and when she didn't answer, he raised his eyebrow at her. He pinched her thigh and she squealed before scrambling to turn over and do as he asked. She could feel how wet she was, she never thought she'd be so turned on by being submissive, but here she was. She felt Sam grab her ass cheeks and squeeze. She could tell that he was almost hesitant as he let go with one hand, and she was about to try and look around to see what he was doing when she was pushed forward slightly by a smack.
"Sam!" She gasped, and he smirked to himself, feeling relieved that her tone had obvious hints of pleasure in it, and he soothingly rubbed the place that his hand had just hit.
"Count".
"What?"
"Count for me. That was for this hunt, but you've acted wrecklessly on at least the last four too. Count".
"...one?"
"Good girl", he gently rubbed her ass again and she good feel herself blush. Sam didn't typically use pet names in bed, and when he did, it was usually something like 'baby', or 'sweetheart'. Hearing his deep voice call her a good girl for doing as he ask triggered something inside her, a need to please him again, to be praised by him again. She bit her lip in anticipation as his hand left her ass again, and this time when he smacked her she moaned.
"Two!"
"So good. You're being so, so good for me", he said as he lifted his hand again, this time smacking down a bit harder.
"Sam!" She shouted, grabbing the pillow beneath her in her fists.
"You having trouble counting?"
"No! Three, Sam, three!"
"There we go, just two more, can you do that?"
"Yes... yes, I'm ready", she nodded, tightening her grip on the pillow as Sam's hand slammed into her ass. "Fuck... four!"
"One more..." He said as he lifted his hand for the final time, looking down at the red mark he'd left and making a mental note to put some cream onto it later. He had to admit though, he liked seeing his handprint on her ass. He smacked her one last time, a bit lighter than the last one so as to not cause too much pain.
"Five", she breathed out, the stinging lessening as Sam rubbed gently circles on her.
"Thank you, [Y/N], you did so well", he said. She could hear his zipper going down, and she breathed in deeply in anticipation. She usually preferred to be able to see him when they had sex, to kiss him and look at him, but in this moment, she was finding it easier to be submissive while not looking at him. One of his hands slipped down under her, and his finger circled her clit, applying just a little bit of pressure. She moaned as his finger left her clit, trailing through her wetness until he dipped it inside of her. "Fuck, you're soaked", he groaned, slipping a second finger inside. He curled them and dragged up and down her walls, reaching his free hand under to pay more attention to her clit.
"Sam... please fuck me".
"You asked so nicely, how could I say no to that?" He chuckled as he took his fingers back and pushed his jeans and boxers down to around his knees. He was already completely hard and standing tall, and he immediately pushed into her, filling her up completey. They moaned in unison at the familiar feeling of each other, and Sam began thrusting in and out as far as he could go, slamming into her hard and making her scream his name, which only encouraged him more.
He reached over her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, his other hand reaching under to wrap around her breasts as he pulled her upwards, pressing her back against his chest and nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. He continued to pump in and out of her while nipping, licking, and kissing at her neck and shoulder, his fingers taking turns between playing with her nipples and reaching down to play with her clit. "Taking me so well... fucking perfect".
"Sam... I need to cum", she groaned, feeling herself tighten around him as she felt her climax getting closer.
"Then cum... cum around my cock, be good and make me cum with you". He breathed heavily against her neck as he felt her come undone around him, the waves of her orgasm pushing him over the edge too as he released inside of her. "Fuck", he breathed out, trying to catch his breath as she did the same. He slowly pulled out of her and let her down onto the bed, before falling down beside her. She turned her head to look over at him, and was surprised at how sweet and kind and full of adoration he looked. He reached over to brush her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear as he chuckled. "That was something".
"Yeah", she sighed. "Definitely something".
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, his brows furrowing together in concern, but she was quick to shake her head.
"No, you didn't. Well, I mean my ass is definitely gonna be sore tomorrow", she giggled, "but I really needed that. I didn't know I did, but I did".
"Yeah... about that", he smiled, leaning over to press his lips to her forehead quickly before sitting up and reaching down to pull his boxers and jeans back up. "I have some cream in my hunting bag, I haven't used it yet but it's supposed to help calm bruises and stuff, I'll put some on you, just stay on your stomach while I get it". Before he could get off the bed, she grabbed his wrist and he looked back down at her.
"I love you, Sam".
"I love you too [Y/N]", he smiled down at her, noticing how tired she looked as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "Let's take care of you, then get some sleep".
The end
Dean's Version
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| mdni 18+
| SUPERNATURAL headcanons
please give requests.
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RATED: NSFW
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STATUS: You're already in a relationship.
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Request: none, I wrote it myself on February 23rd.
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Dean:
1 - He might not admit it, but god does he love being bent over;
2 - He is SO FUCKING LOUD. When he's on top, he mostly groans, occasionally moans, but when he's on bottom,, the whimpers, whines and moans that escape his mouth is unbelievable;
3 - Praise him and he's on his knees for you;
4 - If you EVER put on a cowboy costume and you have the cowboy boots on... he's hot and bothered the moment he lays his eyes on you;
5 - LOVES pulling on your hair during intercourse;
6 - If the two of you are having sex and he's overwhelmed, he'll grab a pillow to hold onto or grip the sheets;
7 - You two have fucked in the back of Baby.. per Dean's request.. (surprisingly.);
8 - Once, in the heat of the moment, you started facefucking Dean while he was giving you a blowjob and ever since that happened, it's been his favourite thing about sex;
9 - You manhandling him is his guilty pleasure;
10 - At the start of the relationship, Dean believed that it would kind of be a switch-switch situation during sex. When you fucked for the first time, Dean was riding you and his legs started shaking. At that moment, he was thinking about getting off of you, but when you grabbed his hips and made him ride you up until the end, he gave up on that thought.
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Sam:
1 - He is not loud at all. Sure, a couple moans here and there but it's mostly just heavy breathing or grunts. Unless he's overstimulated;
2 - Whenever he's horny, he won't make it clear to you. He just gets all grumpy and grouchy;
3 - Unlike Dean, when he's overwhelmed, he'll hold onto you. And he'll scratch the living hell out of your back;
4 - If you mess with his hair during sex, so much as pull on it, he will moan;
5 - Once, when Sam got back from a hunt with an unconscious Dean, you scolded him and he got hard. (involuntarily);
6 - Sam insisted on trying mirror sex - lo and behold, he had his face buried in the sheets for the majority of it (when you didn't hold his head up). Why? He was embarrassed;
7 - During a hunt, Sam got really grumpy. You had to do something about it because Dean's taunting demeanour would set him off immediately, so you just dragged Sam into the bathroom, when Dean was out, for a quickie. It worked wonders;
8 - You had a habit of not caring about shortness of breath when kissing, so when you first made out with Sam, he thought he was gonna pass out. (He was overreacting, he was nowhere close to passing out);
9 - He LOVES it when you're bold and straightforward, it turns him on so much;
10 - His whole body starts shaking due to pleasure if you focus on his chest and neck too much.
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Castiel:
1 - If he's in the mood for it, he won't tell you. He will just stare at you until you figure it out yourself;
2 - If there is a moment when Castiel doesn't put his hands on your chest or stare at it, consider it a miracle;
3 - He cannot comprehend why he can't form coherent sentences during intercourse. He says "it must be some kind of curse". In reality, he's just too into it to care enough about speaking properly, but he does not realize it;
4 - Castiel does not realize how much you being rough with him turns him on. Degrade him for a couple seconds and he's hard;
5 - During sex, he holds onto you so tightly with his hands that a lot of the time, they leave bruises. Once, he noticed them and asked what happened. When you told him that they were from him, he just looked at you confused and said: "I never hit you?";
6 - Even though you being rough riles him up a lot, he prefers soft and gentle sex.
7 - When the four of you, you, Sam, Dean and Castiel were riding in Baby (you and Cas in the back seat), you decided to just lay your head in Castiel's lap and get comfortable. He was your boyfriend after all. It was fine at first, you even closed your eyes. Then suddenly, Castiel pushed you off. You sat up looking at him puzzled. He just gave you glare as he looked out of the window and covered his crotch. (Inconvenient places to get hard #2);
8 - He knows how mad it drives you when he gives you that soft innocent look during sex, it just makes you want to go rougher on him;
9 - He once asked you to 'rail him' without knowing what it meant. When you explained it to him, he replied with "oh, okay. So will you?";
10 - He finds your hands (minus your chest) the most attractive thing in the world. He WILL stare at your hands during intercourse because he wants them on him 24/7.
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A/n: if you want any of these headcanons to be made into a oneshot, please let me know. <3
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Your Private Dancer.
Pairing: Striper!JakeWebber x OwnerDom!Reader.
A/N: Based of @samandcolby-ownme Story. I wanted to switch the roles so I had to write this real quick. Link to their story.
Warning: Praising, handjob, Gn!reader but use of ma’am once, name calling, Finger sucking.
“Jake!” You yell. He looks around a moment then over to you, as soon as he saw you face a smile plastering over his own sliding his hand down the staircase from the stage.
You smiled back watching him almost bounce his way over to you. “You looked amazing tonight sweetheart!” You spoke reaching a hand out and placing it at his waist.
“Did i?” He giggled feeling your hand run down along his waist to his ass slapping it while pulling him closer. He yelped and bit his lip. “Come with me.” You spoke pulling away grabbing hold of his hand and walking to your office.
He nodded quickly and let you drag him along, down a dark hallway to your office.
You walked over to your desk sitting down in your chair pulling him so he was standing infront of you.
“You wanted a private dance Huh?” Jake smiled. You nodded putting your arms on the chairs rest looking him up and down.
“I’ll do it. If you promise you'll touch me.” He whispered bringing his hands to his belt swinging his hips to the faint music being heard from the club. He started to slowly undo his belt turning his back to you pushing his butt out before sitting down on your lap wiggling his hip.
“You’ll touch me right?” He moaned letting his head fall back on your shoulder. You couldn't help smile.“You’re such a horny slut jake.” You whisper one of your hands coming to his neck as the other came around his waist taking his belt off and unzipping his pants.
“I’m your slut.” He whispered back.
You used your hand to pull his pants down enough his hard dick was exposed Jake lifting up his hips to help you. He groaned quietly at the cold air of your office hitting his tip while dragging his hand to the one you had on his neck bring it up to his mouth to suck your fingers.
“I’ll touch you, if you beg for it like the slut your are.” You whispered.
His hips thrusted up at your words pulling two of your fingers out his mouth. “Please touch me. I’m a horny fucking slut that needs your touch.” He whined. “Fuck I need it so bad. Please.” You smiled pleased with his begging pushing your fingers back into his mouth using your other hand to wrap around his dick, finally reliving some pressure.
He pushed his butt into your lap as your hand started to glide up and down his shaft a sticky layer of precum making you hand slide effortlessly. His eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you..” Jake groaned around your fingers. You kissed his shoulder up to his neck starting to suck barely, pulling your fingers out his mouth down to his pierced nipple rubbing at it with small circles. He smiled and wiggled his hips thrusting up in your fist.
As a warning you squeezed his dick biting his neck. “Fuck y/n!” He giggled through a moan.
“Tell me how good I did today. How much you love watching me.. Tell me I’m your fucking favorite.” You rubbed at his tip pinching at his nipple. “You did so good today, everyone couldn’t keep their eyes off you tonight. I’m so glad I get to have you all to my self.” You whispered close to his ear. His mouth hung open soft moans spilling out of him as his hips wiggled against your lap.
You pulled off his dick to flick his tip listening to him whine out in pleasure. “Ugh! Keep going please!” He whined. You flicked his tip one last time before wrapping your hand back around him jerking him off quickly.
With you one of your hands toying at his sensitive nipple and the other stroking his thick dick he couldn’t help get unbelievably close, his moans getting higher pinched with each stroke.
Jake brung his hand to his stomach rubbing at it in search to help ease the rough orgasm he was getting closer and closer too. You looked up to him watching his eyes squeeze tightly closed and his mouth fall open he was quiet for a short while before groaning loudly.
“I'm cumming!” He moaned.
You then pitched his sensitive nipple roughly leaving his shaft to stroke only his red tip cum spraying into the plam of you hand. He wiggled around gripping at the arm rest of your chair with his free hand. “fuck me! oh my god!” He whined rubbing his stomach before wrapping his hand arm around his waist.
He slowly opened his eyes squinting to watch his dick shoot a few more ropes of cum onto your hand.
You kept rubbing his tip until you noticed he was starting to settle down, then you pulled away holding your hand away from his body and yours. “look at the mess you made Jake. You know you have to clean up after yourself right?” He nodded weakly grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips sucking at your fingers still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. “Good boy.” You giggled patting his head.
He licked your fingers clean and smiled turning on your lap to look at you. “Now cover up and and get back on the stage for me? They all probably miss the best dance of the night.” He beamed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am..”
#dom!reader#jake webber smut#sub!jake#sub!Jake Webber#jake webber x reader#jake webber x you#sam and colby smut
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sam calling dean mommy while dean rails him senseless
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Dean's a service top who would take any position and role to make you happy and pleased and make everything fun and awesome unless you are sam winchester who is his birthright, then it's not all about making *you* satisfied but also about claiming what's HIS and keeping it for himself and owning it and devouring it and having it fused with him because fucking sam is not just about sam, it's not just about dean making himself useful and memorable, it's about feeding the visceral hunger inside, it's about fixing a dislocated joint, it's about carving up a space in shape of himself inside sam's body, the home where he belongs, and it's about permanently residing in what belongs to him forever and ever.
#wincest#i love the service top dean but i think with sam he becomes more feral and insane and in need of taking it all#spn#dom top Dean except its mainly with SAM
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the way his chest is so pale 😵💫 i wanna mark it up, marks would show so easy
#zapz yaps#sam monroe#sam monroe smut#anakin skywalker#sub!anakin#anakin skywalker smut#anakin smut#sub anakin#dom reader#dom!reader#anakin x reader#hayden christensen smut
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sub!sam
thinking about sub!sam being a completely mess when it comes to nipple sucking, he just loves it. He enjoys it the most when you start to play with them gently or suck them roughly while you are riding him or giving him a handjob like no one else has ever before. You love it just too much to see him as a complete mess, completely at your mercy moaning and sweating like a whiny little bitch. Eyes rolling back, fingers digging into the matress begging for some sort of fritcion. Trusting his hips against your clothed thigh like a dog humping shamelessly to just get the release he needs so badly, and you know it. you know he needs your lips against his sensitive nubs so called nipples. You know it too well to not tease him about, breathing against it after you lightly licked it, laughing as he squirms, whimpers, beggs. Sam monroe is a mess, a whiny little bitch.
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