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Don’t Call Me Sammy - Sam x Reader (One Shot)
A/N: It’s been ages. I’m not going to use my taglist, because idk if they all still wanna be on it. But, I was feeling smutty. And daydreaming about this little one shot all day. I can’t begin to describe how good it felt to put it on the computer. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3
PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.
*Gif not mine*
Warnings: Oral sex- female receiving. No plot, really. Short sweet, and straight to the point. No real editing. Read at your own discretion.
Word Count: Roughly 1,000
“Sammy!” Dean waved his meaty palm directly in front of glossy, shadow rimmed hazel eyes. Catching the taller, youngest man’s attention finally. “Come on, man. What’s gotten into ya, Sammy?”
“I really need you to drop the nickname, Dean.” Was the answering groan. Large, calloused fingers rubbed over a too straight nose. One that somehow had been spared in the chaos of hunting. Attempting to clear his head from the memories assaulting him.
“Yeah, okay.” The elder of the two huffed. Bringing his mug of jet black sludge to his pouty lips. Caffeine to counter the night of driving they’d undergone. “This ‘bout that girl back east?”
“What girl?” Those hazel eyes whipped back to the menu. A smug smile tugging the corner of his dimple.
It was definitely about the girl. But Sam would drop dead before giving his brother the dirty details. Just under twenty four hours ago she’d walked in and wrecked everything he’d thought he’d known. About her. About himself. About sex. God, the sex. His fist shook against his thigh as his mind traveled back to it all.
Dean had ditched him and y/n at the bar. On the prowl for his own piece of ass. One shot of tequila was all it took for Sam to get brave. He’d grabbed her hand, tugging the quietest girl he’d ever met out into the snow chilled air.
They hadn’t made it far. Sam’s room was right around the block. Already, her laughter flowed easier. Her walls caving in the quiet of the night. And as suddenly as it’d started? Reality swept in. “What are we doing, Sam?”
The slight uncertainty hidden in the undertones of a tease pierced his gut, “That depends…What do you want to do?”
He watched the wheels turning in her head. It should’ve been an easy answer, he thought. In his mind? It was simple. He wanted the night with her. Wherever it took them. As long as he got to hear that light peal of laughter, again.
She was laid across his bed. H/C tresses haloed around her head. A sight so sweet, he could’ve died again, right there and been okay. He watched her chew her bottom lip until it swelled. E/c eyes taking him in.
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” She finally sighed. Turning to the ceiling. He hated the sudden distance between them. He’d known her mere days, and yet? It felt like he knew her. She’d never choose something for herself. Too used to pouring herself into those around her.
“Yes, it does.” He couldn’t stop himself if he’d tried. The tips of his fingers trailed down her shoulder to her hand. Raising goosebumps along her flesh. Watching the way her breathing shifted. He could practically hear her heart racing. Or maybe that was his. The innocent touch igniting something feral inside of him.
His brain couldn’t quite decide on who’d made the first move. All he knew was the sweetest kiss he’d ever experienced turned filthy in an instant. One moment he’d held her close, comforting without words. The next? He was staring down the prettiest pussy he’d seen in his life. Drooling over the dampness that coated each fold.
Glancing up, he watched her hand tighten on the comforter. Every breath she took made him ache harder for her. Kiss stained breasts straining against the cool air. He blew the teeniest bit against the heat that radiated off the slick flesh in front of him. And then he dove deep. “Sam!” Y/n’s hips writhed at his first taste. The perfect blend of sweet and salty. “Oh, fuck,” Another buck against him was his reward as he flattened his tongue against her. He pulled back for just a moment, pressing his forearm down over her belly. His other hand searching for entry. “Sammy, please!” The desperate plea was broken and cracked. He’d have handed her his soul right there, if he could’ve. Just to hear it again. Instead, he licked back up to her clit. Sucking deep as a reward just as he pressed into the wet heat of her. Hunting for that little ridge that made her thighs shake. “There!” His quiet girl was no longer in sight. Instead, she told him just what he’d done right. Moaning out while her pussy pulled him deeper. Clenching as they both begged him for more. Her fingers wrapped through his hair. Tugging as his bruised her thighs and inner walls. “Sammy, don’t stop. I’m…I’m so close. Please, Sammy.”
She chanted his name. Praising the way he’d taken her over. Demanding everything from him and more with every twist of her body. He applied more pressure just how he’d learned she liked it. Both inside and out, until his name peaked from her lips in a final scream of bliss.
“Sammy…” “Sammy.” “Sammy!” Dean’s bellow broke him out of the memory. “Dude, gross. You’re drooling.”
“Shut up,” Sam huffed. Shifting in his seat. Attempting to reduce some of the friction he was feeling below the belt. His dick begging to remember what had followed after. “And-”
“Stop callin’ ya Sammy,” Petulant as always, his older brother looked him dead in the eyes. Mischief gleaming in the green. “Is that what gave you a woody?”
“Dude,” Sam’s head whipped so fast, his chestnut hair whipped him in the eye. Making his brother cackle like a full blooded hyena. Trying to see who heard as his arm covered as much of the evidence as he could. “Shut up.”
“I knew it.” The wheezing drew more eyes their way, as the bitch face took over the younger of the two. Scowling deep did nothing to curb the mission Dean was on. “She pavloved your ass.” Another dry cackle echoed as he slapped the table.
Sam sighed. Knowing that he was doomed. Dean was right. She’d ruined him. And the second he was given another chance? He’d dive right in headfirst. Desperate to hear that throaty “Sammy” leave her lips as he pumped into her. Over and over, again.
This is why no one should call Sam, Sammy, except Dean 😂
This was 🥵 and funny 😆
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Tattered: Spit and Sinew
A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series
Featuring: Alpha!Soulless Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader
Written for: @spnabobingo
Square filled: Free Space: Claim Stealing
Written for: @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Bingo
Square filled: Something Unexpected
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5374
Warnings, etc: Show level violence and injury. Hurt/comfort. Smut. Oral sex. Knotting. Claiming. Cheating. Jealousy. Kind of voyeurism. Masturbation. Soulless Sam is an ass and a creep. Special thanks to @lastactiontricia for all her support. xoxo
Soulless Sam
Dean’s huffy when I meet back up with him. I got there as soon as I could, I don’t know why he’s so bitchy all the sudden. Maybe I should have showered again, but I like to have some of her left on me. It makes me feel good to smell like her. And Dean comes back from Lisa’s smelling like bland beta pussy, so it’s not like he’s one to talk. Who knows, all I care about now is the hunt: werewolves, a whole pack. Dean’s been busy, I’ve got to hand him that.
"You’re not walking into the morgue until you shower; the stiffs are even gonna get hard with all the slick stank you’ve got on you,“ Dean decides. Called it.
"Fair point. Give me 15 and we can grab coffees on the way,” I agree. But now Dean’s looking at me like I’m speaking in tongues. “ What?”
Dean rolls his eyes.
"What?!“ I repeat.
"Look, man, I know you’ve had a year to do what you want. But disappearing on me like that for some tail? Not cool. Even if she tasted as good as she smells. You get that, right?"
I look at him, trying to figure out how honest I can be without being a dick. "It was a friend in need, Dean. You would have done the same.”
"I?! Come on! Friend in need?! Really, Sam? Whatever, get cleaned up, I’m getting the coffees now. Don’t take too long, Mr. I’m Worth It.“ He storms out of the motel room and I kick off my shoes. I wash and condition my hair, just for that L'Oreal jab. I wish I cared that he’s pissed, but it’s actually kind of funny.
Soulless Sam is a dick but I think this may become a problem later on.
The smut was so sweet and tender and extremely hot 🥵
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Tattered: The Cabin
A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction
Featuring: Omega!Female Hunter Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester, Alpha!Dean Winchester, Omega!Reader x Soulless!Alpha Sam
Written for: @crashdevlin for my 1k Jam Basket Fic Exchange
A/N: This got out of hand, therefore it will likely be three parts in all. But I wanted to get something posted by the deadline for Cassie. I hope I hit the mark! xoxo
Warnings: Medically suppressed Omega, Soulless Sam, talk of oral, rough sex, hair pulling, jealous Dean, First Person POVs all around, love triangle.
This fulfills my SUPPRESSANTS square for @spnabobingo
Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~2500
Big Shoutout to @lastactiontricia for helping with this from square one. Seriously your enthusiasm helped this to see the light of day. Thank you!
Reader
It all started with Sam. I hadn’t noticed them walk into the Roadhouse; I had too much to put together for the case I was a day’s drive out from. But when you turn to leave and a lanky moose of a young Alpha covers you from chest to steel toes in bourbon, you can’t help but notice him. He was all apologies and puppy dog eyes back then. I had yet to see his vengeance.
Then Dean swooped in, cocksure and cavalier, prettier than Jo herself. If I had known better, I would have let them pay my tab and left it at that. Trouble is, well, trouble. It found me, I found it. And that is all a Winchester is ever good for. It was destiny.
I didn’t think much more about them until Dean, fresh from the grave, came bursting into Bobby’s place. I had been making my monthly check in with the old hunter before holing up on the outskirts of civilization to ride out my heat. At that point I had made it ten years without anyone learning the bullshit biology had dealt me and I wasn’t going to change that any time soon.
Bobby had Dean back, which meant I didn’t have to worry about walking in to find he drank himself to death. They went chasing Sam, I went to my usual spot. That entire heat was unsettling, either from the height of summer or the strain the years of suppressants had put on my body. Either way, I took it easy for a while, just until Bobby called in a favor.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Dean’s tone broke through my charade. I quickly excused myself from questioning a small town deputy and circled back to, unwillingly, share the case with Agents Lee and Peart.
It was a case that wasn’t. There aren’t many, but sometimes people are crazier than we give them credit for. So once we read the writing on the wall, we cleared out, let the locals clean up after their own. Two more numbers added to my contacts and two more scents burned into my memory.
Naturally, a lonely, brutal heat followed.
Intriguing start… love a bit of jealous Winchester and Soulless Sam 💜 though I don’t think this is going to end well for any of them.
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Pretzel Crumbs
A Supernatural Fan-fic
Featuring: Sam Winchester x Reader
A/N: Porn Without Plot, seriously just SMUT below the cut. Fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex, a good ol’ pounding. This was written with wine, edited the next day, but not really justified. ;) xoxo Stu
The damp coldness of the Bunker floor stung your bare feet, sending you scampering in the early morning quiet. You didn’t bother to get dressed, instead you hid your body beneath an oversized hoodie on the way to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Time was confusing underground, midnight snack was close enough a description for a mouth full of whipped cream and a handful of pretzels.
After affectionately patting the stash you tucked inside your pouch, you turned to head back to your room. It was season release day of your favorite show, you had hours to go before you let your beloved characters go for another six to eighteen months. You froze, quickly retracing your steps to grab a bottle of water to wash down the salt when a heavy, yet warm arm reached over your head.
“Ahfn!” You ducked, swinging an ankle out in attempt to sweep the leg on whoever had you pinned against the fridge door. Hunting instincts were impossible to turn off. Sam hopped back, one hand on the door and the other on the fridge frame. He tilted his head down at you as he noticed your pants-lessness.
“Didn’t think you’d be up yet.” Sam teased, grabbing the bottle next to the spot left by yours, which was now clutched to your chest like a sacred stuffed animal. His Lanky-ness reached down with his left hand and dragged you back on to your feet.
“Yet? You underestimate the power of a good Netflix binge.”
“Really, Y/N? We just got back from four days on the road and you’re already not sleeping?” Sam gave you the ‘take better care of yourself’ leer.
“We got back after eleven last night and you’re already up and running. Don’t “at” me with those eyebrows, Samuel.” You retorted, pointing your finger into his broad chest. His chin dropped as he tried to soften his forehead, you held his ever-changing eyes and suddenly you were both in fits. A deep belly laugh from him, something so warm and rare that it actually hurt a bit to hear. A half snort, half chuckle from you as you both acknowledged your respective hunting head-space coping mechanisms.
Oh my god!! This was some beautiful smut, it was sensual and hot 🥵 as hell!!
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Rating: Explicit
WC: ~2000
CW: sex, smut, dirty talk
A/N: While I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten WIPs, this decided to go ahead and just manifest itself. Thank you @thoughtslikeaminefield for the beta read! Enjoy, my dears ❤
My back hits the door as he towers over me. That look - the glint his eyes that’s a flash of intensity, hunger, and concentrated lust all at once - it makes me weak. I’m caged in with nowhere to run except headfirst into him.
Dean drags his knuckles along my cheekbone, following the curve of my jaw until his fingertips tilt my chin up. In the empty space of a heartbeat, I wonder what flavor he’s craving tonight - soft, slow seduction, contentedly pretending he needs to learn my body all over again? Or are his eyes fixed on the prize, schemes and strategies set in place to break me wide open with practiced ease?
I barely have a chance to meet his gaze before his lips are on mine, telling me which it’ll be.
I wanted to quote my fav lines but I’d just end up quoting the entire fic!!
Steamy, poetic, beautiful and sweet!! I’m totally satisfied but want a million more word of this at the same time!!
Bravo 🎉 👏🏻
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Mirror, mirror
Summary: Choose your own Winchester and have sex with them whilst looking a mirror
Pairing: Sam x F!Reader or Dean x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut
Word Count: 1074 words
A/N: I’m trying to finish my @spnkinkbingo card. Square filled: Mirror Sex
Expect more short smutty one shot, mini fics coming your way!
Feedback always appreciated as is a coffee should you feel so moved! https://ko-fi.com/thinkinghardhardlythinking
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A/N : Hello everybody. This story was written in almost half an hour which I think could be counted as some kind of a record for me. O course it is unbeta’d but I got a good feeling about it. It is my first submission for @cockslut-padalecki ’s #Eleven sentence challenge and the prompt I chose is highlighted.
Hope y’all enjoy my story. If you do, don‘t hesitate to let me know. Your comments are the thing keeping me alive.
Warnings: I don’t really now if they qualify as warnings but it’s sex against a motel door. So, ya know. Not much talking is taking place. I can’t really think of anything else.
Pairing : Dean x Reader
Summary : Check “Warnings” above.
Word count : 520
The pic was found on Google and the dividers are by @firefly-graphics and @talesmaniac89
My hands are all over her body, touching, squeezing, bruising as she is kissing me hungrily with her legs wrapped around my waist and feeling thankful for her pretty white dress that is covering her, hiding her bare, dripping pussy shamelessly grinding against my painfully erect and leaking dick.
I don’t even know how we manage to get inside the motel room because what we are right now is two bodies tangled in each other, two mouths devouring hungrily one another, two people who are starving, needy and burning with desire.
I kick the door shut with my foot and I pin her against it not wanting to break this filthy entanglement that we are in, not wanting to miss the heat of her skin on mine for even one second.
Beautifully dirty 🤤🤤🤤
I was going to partake in this challenge but after reading this I don't think I will cause I'll never be able to get any where close to this deliciousness.
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Heard: Cursed and Blind
Part One of a Supernatural Fan-fiction Mini-Series
Featuring: Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: After a messy witch hunt, you call your roommate desperate for some help with the aftermath. Everything changes between you.
Warnings: Sex curse, sexual medical aids, semi-clothed sex, insecure reader, angst, first person pov.
Written for: @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Bingo
Square Filled: Fuck or Die
Word Count: 2650
Infinite gratitude to MJ @thoughtslikeaminefield for her help with and encouragement for this series.
“Tell me you still have that Viagra you nicked from the old folks’ home?” I forget to say hello.
“Well, good evening to you, too. I guess that case wrapped better than you hoped?” Dean teases, misconstruing my words.
I breathe deeply as my knees lock in place. My body burns and I cannot get comfortable. “Not, really, no. I— look, this is going to sound nuts. But bear with me, alright?”
“What’s up? Something happen on the hunt? You’re back, right? I thought I heard you come in.” Dean’s moving now, the hunter in him never truly rests.
“Yeah, I’m back. Listen. So, I need your help. Sam’s gone, and this isn’t something I think he’d do. Not that you would either, but I’m calling in all my favors, okay?”
Suddenly there’s a knock at my door and I spin. “Uh, give me a minute.”
I struggle to get my pajama bottoms back on, my knees and shoulders locking me onto all fours. Every joint hurts and I just feel like a black hole, a mindless, hungry void. I get the phone back to my face, feeling somewhat better suited for company. “Dean, did you bring the pills? Because— and I am sorry in advance— but I think I got hit with a sex curse. So— if you can and are willing, do you think— can you have sex with me?”
Dude yes!! I loved this! The dialogue and angst and just 👌🏻😍🥰loved it!!
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Stripped
Word Count: 5,100ish
Characters: Sam x Reader x Dean (NO wincest)
Warnings: NSFW, smutty smut, crack, drinking
A/N: This is my offering for Smut Appreciation Day. I was wanting to write more sam x reader x dean, but didn’t have any inspiration, until I ran across this post x. Thank you @eyes-of-a-disney-princess…your reblogs are the Lord’s work.
Beta’d by three of my favorite favorites - @wheresthekillswitch @hannahindie and @amanda-teaches - thanks for keeping me on track and for fixing my words. Sorry for murdering you. ;)
Stripped
“Oh come on, Sammy! Don’t be such a fun hater!”
You smirk, bringing the plastic cup to your lips again, the burn of the liquid sliding down your throat muted by its repeated application. Sam tilts his head forward at a slight angle, his jaw set and his eyes narrowed at his older brother.
Dean mimics the expression for no more than a brief second before dissolving in a fit of alcohol induced giggles. Sam rolls his eyes, turning his attention to you.
“You really think this is a good idea?” He shoves another book into his bag before grabbing his laptop. “You two aren’t exactly the best influence on each other when Jack and Jim are involved.”
OMFG!! The teasing and dancing 🤤 I was literally squirming in my seat like “touch her already!!” !!! but the pay off 🥵 holy hell this was delicious 😋
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Need Me
Summary: Sam is gone. Dean isn’t coping well but Emily can’t leave him.
Warnings: Grieving, smut, angst, smangst, angry Dean, alcoholism, toxic relationship, language, cheating (maybe),
W/C: 2.6k
Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: Free (smangst)
Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester mentioned.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (Emily)
Notes: First-person POV (OFC). I don’t specify what happened to Sam but I do mention the bunker so let’s go with Season 8-ish.
A/N: I was listening to Need Me - Eminem ft. Pink and this fic happened as a result. I’ve no idea where it came from if I’m honest, or why I wrote it in first person.
Betas: @pinknerdpanda // @cockslut-padalecki // Though they are both wonderful all mistakes are my own.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Master Lists: AFG Bingo // Dean Winchester
He’s drunk. Again.
The room is trashed. Holes in the wall, the white plaster showing, chairs toppled over, lamps laying in pieces where they fell, the tv smashed. It smells like someone died drinking copious amounts of whisky, smoking cheap cigarettes while sweating buckets, and then decided vomiting uncontrollably would be their last act of destruction.
What is that? Fuck. The carpet is burned. A small black patch at the side of the bed. Just another thing we’ll have to pay for.
I fling open the curtains and crack the window.
It’s dark outside so no light filters in but Dean grumbles something from the bed. He’s on his stomach, face squished against the pillow and I don’t quite catch it.
“What?”
He lifts his head enough to mumble, “Fuck off,” a little clearer this time.
This is so well done!!! The pacing and point of view are excellent. It’s pretty scary having Dean like this, but it felt real.
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Babe, thank you 😊 so much. Honestly, I was worried I’d get a bit of backlash so for you to say that I felt real is a real compliment. Thank you ☺️
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Tequila
Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dean x Reader WC: 715 Warnings: drunk sex*, sex in public, squirting A/N: Awhile ago, I’d put a call out for some prompts to give my muse a jumpstart. This is for the lovely @crashdevlin who submitted this delicious gif along with the prompt: “Tequila?” “Tequila.” All of my undying love and thanks to @there-must-be-a-lock for giving this a read through, and my Slack Squad for being so awesome ❤
This was hot as fuck in just a few words 🤤 now I want to drink tequila and make some bad, but good, decisions 👌🏻
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A/N : It all started yesterday when I posted the pic you see above. Then THIS transaction took place and what you you will read further down happened.
This is completely unbeta’d and written in a hurry so whatever you find wrong with it is completely my fault.
Pairing : Dean x Reader
Warnings : The fic has nothing to do with speaking and everything to do with this man’s tongue. We have oral ( female receiving ), public fingering (although pretty well hidden ), and pretty much being the hot motherfucker we all know and love, unprotected sex ( don’t do it kids ). Also, there’s a small mentioning of a panty kink.
Summary : Nothing but Dean and his skilful tongue.
Word count : 3039 of pure pwp. No plot in sight for miles so don’t even try to find one.
He had started turning you on since the moment you sat down at the small diner.
He had chosen the booth that was furthest from the rest and not so well lit, making you take the seat that was in the corner, sitting beside you and not across from you. When you had both placed your order to the waitress who was ogling at him, he leaned closer and whispered in your ear : “Baby girl, will you do me a favor?”
His tongue licked the shell of your ear and his breath was hot.
“What do you want, Dean?” You answered, your skin prickling with goosebumps.
“I want you to reach under your skirt and take off your panties.”
I didn’t read this when the tag came through because I knew it’d be hot and I’d need to be alone when I read it and hot. Fucking. Damn.
It was delicious 🤤
I’m so glad I poked 👈🏻the dragon 🐉 😉
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becs-bunker
Study Session
Summary: Studying with Sam Winchester comes with all kinds of perks.
Pairing; College!Sam x Female Reader
Warnings: language, smut, 18+, oral sex [male receiving]
Word Count: 560
| Kinktober Day 17. Casual Sex |
“I can feel you staring,“ Sam said with a grin, trying not to lose track of the line he was reading in his book while you were sitting with him in his room, your legs draped over his thighs.
"M’ just thinking. Carry on.” He could hear the playfulness in your voice and he looked up just as you pushed yourself off the couch to kneel on the floor right in front of him.
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Pit Stop
A Supernatural fan-fiction
Featuring: Dean x Reader
Written for: @crashdevlin for my 800 Words or Less 800 Follower Celebration
Warnings: Outdoor sex, unspecified past tension, ran a bit over 800 words
His lips are sloppy on the hinge of my jaw, nudging me up and away, and I see the stars framed by the fir trees that line the wayside. Sam’s asleep in the passenger seat and we have to make this quick, but Dean is nothing if not a tease. My hands tug at his shirts to get at his belt, but he’s too fast for me and my hands are pinned above my head before I slide leather from buckle.
“Somebody’s eager,” Dean taunts. “Sitting there all pretty, alone in the backseat, must have been torture.”
“Shut up,” I snap, strung up and needy. “You don’t get to eye fuck me all night and then take your damn time.”
Shamelessly, I roll my hips into him, seeking his heavy heat.
His eyebrows shoot up and the devilish smirk on his lips has me biting mine. I wiggle against his hold on my wrists, my shirt is all bunched up and my back is gonna be raw come tomorrow.
Dean leans in, close enough I can taste him. He doesn’t kiss me, instead he just whispers, “you want me to stop?”
Holy. Fuck. That ending. 😯
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Three
Word Count: 500 (on the NOSE)
Warnings: NSFW, Smut
Characters: Dean x Reader
Beta’d by: @hannahindie and @wheresthekillswitch - thank you lovelies. xoxoxo
A/N: Written for Smut Appreciation Day 2018. Look, guys! I can drabble! Enjoy!
Three
Dean’s grip on your hips is bruising as the clink of his belt buckle keeps time with his rhythmic thrusts. His teeth graze your shoulder and you clutch the edge of the counter tighter as you near your third release of the night.
🥵 this was hot!!
He doesn’t say it - part of you knows he never will - but as he grins at you in the mirror, his cheeks rosy with satisfaction, you know
All it would take is a look, let’s face it, actions speak louder than words!!
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Bad Blood
Summary: Coming face to face with an ex is always tough but when the ex in question is infamous criminal Sam Winchester, things get a little… heated.
Characters: Mob!Sam x Cop!Reader.
Words: 1899.
Warnings: knife threat, very minor blood consumption, slight smangst, rough hate fucking :)
A/N: I got inspired by this GIF set (more specifically the first two) and immediately had to write something. I initially had something else planned out, but this idea struck me and kinda wrote itself; Sam’s neck muscles really release the whore in me. GIF credit @gabrielokun. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.
“How am I supposed to trust you?” You whisper, swirling the curved blade against the dip in Sam’s neck and drag it up the column of his throat. Sweat glistens over his tanned skin and his chest heaves with deep breaths. The tip rakes through his stubble, your thighs clenching at the memory of it prickling across your skin. You breathe through the moment and continue to smooth the knife over his jaw until it comes to rest just below his bottom lip.
“Guess you can’t,” he replies with a shrug, but his voice wavers just enough for you to notice. The slight hesitation makes heat flood your veins, the sight of the indestructible, ruthless Sam Winchester almost crumbling beneath the edge of a blade. “C’mon, put it down,” he adds and this time the quiver in his tone is gone.
“Why? Afraid I’ll do some real damage this time?” Your eyes flicker to his shoulder, envisioning the puckered flesh where a bullet once penetrated it.
@ne-gans yeeeeeeeeees!!!! 🤤 loved where you took this 😘
Suddenly I have an urge to try and kill Sam. 🤷🏼♀️ 😂🤣