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Nobody told me about Animal Crossing's wasps.

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Drinking together

Warnings: swearing, sex

Some kinky shit

Y/n's POV

I'm at the bar, drinking with some guy that I've never met before. He seems nice, but I'm keeping my distance. You know...except for accepting drinks from him.

But it's ok. I'm watching the bar tender make the drinks. This guy doesn't even touch them. He just asks me what I want, and tells the bar tender. He doesn't seem that bad. Maybe he just needed a drinking buddy.

As far as I know, he's here by himself. Maybe he just needed somebody to sit and drink with him. Maybe I needed the same. It's been a long week.

Guy: So, what brings a chick like you to a place like this?

We've been talking, but he hasn't asked me anything personal yet. But I don't know if I count that as a personal question.

Y/n: Long week. You?

Guy: Weird brother.

Y/n: You got one of those, too? I'm glad I'm not alone.

Guy: Mine has a drinking problem. What's wrong with yours?

(This is placed in Sam's demon blood era)

Y/n: Mine stole my boyfriend. I never had a problem with him being gay, until then.

I didn't think that would make him spit his drink out, in a fit of laughter. Maybe it's funny from somebody else's perspective. But it still hurts me.

Y/n: Dude.

Guy: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He finishes laughing.

Guy: I really needed that laugh. I'm sorry about your boyfriend, though.

Y/n: It's ok. I didn't think we were gonna work out anyway.

Guy: That sucks. I'm Dean, by the way.

Y/n: I'm Y/n. You can call me Y/n/n.

Dean: It's nice to meet you, Y/n/n. You want another drink?

Y/n: I've actually had enough for the night. I should go home and check on my cat.

Dean: It was nice talking to you. I hope these you around, before I leave town.

Damn. I meet a cool guy, and he's about to leave town? Just my luck.

Y/n: I hope to see you, too. Later, Dean.

He nods and I start leaving. Of course, a guy starts following me to the door. And no, it isn't Dean. I wish it was, but it's not. It's some dork, who's mother obviously never taught him personal space. I try to ignore him, and keep walking, but he eventually grabs my shoulder, causing me turn around to face him.

Y/n: Can I help you?

Guy: Give me your number.

Oh he's drunk. Reeeeeealy drunk.

Y/n: No. You're drunk. You should go.

Guy: Or maybe you could give me your-

Dean: Or maybe you could leave her alone. She already said no. So get lost.

Guy: Damn. You could've told me you had a boyfriend.

He huffs and walks away. He might've been a dork, but he was a really big dork. I'm glad Dean was here when he was. I probably wouldn't have been able to fight that other guy off.

Y/n: Thank you.

Dean: Don't worry about it. I forgot to give you my number.

He hands me a piece of paper, with his number on it. Awesome. I got the cool guy's number. Maybe my night's actually gonna go somewhere good.

Y/n: Thanks. I was wondering how I'd find you again.

Dean: You got a ride?

Y/n: No. I was just gonna call a cab.

Dean: Or I can give you a ride. My car's outside.

Y/n: I spent all night with you. I think I trust you enough to give me a ride.

I let him take me home, and invite him inside. One thing leads to another, and now we're in my bedroom, where he's letting me do whatever I want to him. Of course, there are some things that I still ask permission to do. Like putting his dick inside me.

Y/n: Can I?

Dean: Whatever you want.

Y/n: I'll take that as a yes.

I put it in me, and start riding him. I'm not used to being the dominant one. I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. The guy is always on top of me. Not the other way around. But I guess there's a first time for everything.

This actually isn't that bad. Being dominant for once. I'm riding him, and he's moaning my name. I'm hitting just the right spot with his dick, causing myself to moan his name.

Y/n: Fuck, Dean.

Dean: You're doing great. Riding me like a champ.

He might be the sub in this, but he still talks like a dom. Maybe he's not used to his role in this, either.

Y/n: Oh fuck. I'm gonna-

Dean: Cum for me, Baby.

He sure does have a way with words. A way that makes me cum. He pulls himself out of me, and cums on my bedsheet.

Dean: You lay down, I'll clean this up.

He gets up from where he was laying. He leaves the room for a second, going in to my bathroom, and coming back with a wet towel. He cleans me off, and wipes off the sheet as best as he can. Then he lays down with me, holding me in his arms.

Don't let strangers take you home from the bar. But Dean's a good stranger. I'm glad I let him take me home.

Dean: You ready for round two?

Y/n: Fuck yeah, I'm ready for round two.

Mr. Mittens: Meow?

Y/n: After I feed my cat and close the door.

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Smaller Than Him

Warnings: Swearing, sex.

Some kinky shit

Y/n's POV

I'm in the bunker's library, watching Sam effortlessly get a bunch of books off of a high shelf. That shouldn't be a turn on. He's literally doing one of the most basic things ever. But I'm turned on by it.

It turns me on to see him grab things that I can't reach, and hold lots of stuff in his arms. His big, strong, muscular arms. I'm growing wetter by the second, just thinking about all the things I'd let him do to me.

Being smaller than him doesn't help me any. It actually makes things harder for me to hide. I live with him. I can't not be around him. It's hard to hide the fact that his size turns me on.

He's huge, and I want him to do things to me. I want him to fuck me so hard, my legs bruise. I want him- No. I need him to fuck me. I need his big arms to hold until we both pass out, after hard sex.

Dean: You're drooling.

He whispers to me, from behind. I forgot he was home, honestly. I was too busy drooling over his brother, to care. His very large brother.

Y/n: No, I'm not.

I whisper back, actually having to make sure that I wasn't drooling. That would've been embarrassing for Sam to see.

Dean: You might as well be.

Y/n: You're just mad that I'm not looking at you like that.

Sam: Looking at who like what?

He asks as he puts the books down on the table that I'm sitting at.

Y/n: Nothing. It's nothing.

Dean: Besides Y/n drooling over you and your arms.

And with that, Dean's gone. He literally said that, and then ran away like a child. What the fuck.

Y/n: Fucking child.

Sam: My arms, huh?

Y/n: I wasn't-

I look up at him, noticing the look he's giving me. That's the look that I give him when he's not looking at me. You know what? I'm actually horny enough to tell him, right now. I actually want him bad enough, to tell him what's on my mind.

Y/n: Yeah, I was thinking about your arms. And what I'd let them do to me.

Sam: Really? What would you like my arms to do to you?

Y/n: Everything. I'd like them to do everything.

Before I know it, he's got me in his arms and we're violently making out. Our tongues are fighting and he's walking me to his bedroom.

Sam: You don't know how long I've waited for this.

That's a shock. I always thought he'd want somebody around his size. Or close enough to his size. Bigger than me, at least. Maybe he's got a size kink, too.

Y/n: Me, too. Fuck, Sam.

Once to his room, he makes sure the door's locked, and we get to work in bed. Now we're both fully naked, and he's looking for permission to enter me.

Y/n: Whatever you want. Do whatever you want. I'm yours, right now.

Sam: I just wanna make sure you're ok with this.

Y/n: Absolutely. Just fuck me. Please. Please just fuck me, Sam.

He takes the yes, and enters my tight hole. Or maybe I was relaxed enough to become loose for him. I don't know. I'm not paying attention to what's going on down there. I'm only paying attention to who's down there, and what he's doing. And how much I'm enjoying it.

Sam: You're so wet for me, Sweetheart.

Y/n: I've waited for you for a long, long time. Of course I'm wet for you.

He starts moving in and out, and eventually quickens his pace. It started out as a normal day. Now I've got Sam Winchester fucking me hard. My day couldn't have ended better.

Sam: I'm not hurting you, am I?

Y/n: No. No, keep going. I'm so close.

He starts going faster. And soon enough-

Y/n: Oh fuck, Sam. Fuck.

Sam: You're so good to me, Y/n. Fuck.

Well, you know what happened. He pulls himself out of me, and falls next to me, pulling me close. He holds me close to him until we both fall asleep.

I've gotta thank Dean, the next time I see him. His comment might've been dumb, but it got me what I wanted.

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INCORRECT QUOTES (SUPERNATURAL EDITION)

Dean: Who do we know that has handcuffs?

Sam: Well Y/n and I-

Y/n: *elbows Sam*

Sam: ...wouldn't know.

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Favorite coffee cup

Dean Winchester Smut

Pairings: Dean x Y/n

Warnings: Some kinky shit.

Size kink

I'm in the bunker's kitchen, where some asshole's put my favorite coffee cup on a high shelf. Again. It wasn't me. Of course it wasn't me. It's my favorite coffee cup. Why would I put my favorite coffee cup on a shelf that I can't reach?

I think one of the guys is fucking with me. Maybe I did something and they're trying to get back at me. Or maybe they're just being dicks because they're tall. I've noticed that they like to use their tallness against me.

Why?

Who knows. Who knows why the Winchesters do what they do. That includes using their tallness against me.

"What are you doing, Short Stack?"

There's that stupid nickname. One of them. One of the million short related nicknames that the guys have given me. I turn my head and see Dean, standing in the doorway, watching me.

"Some asshole keeps putting my favorite coffee cup on the highest shelf."

"Some asshole?" He asks, sounding a little offended.

"Yeah. Some asshole. I'll refer to them as something else once they stop doing this shit."

Seeing that he's got no interest in using his tallness to help me, I get a chair from the kitchen table and bring it to the counter. I stand on it, immediately getting a concerned look from Dean. Now he's concerned? He wasn't concerned when I was telling him about my coffee cup. But he's concerned when I'm standing on a chair, to get it down?

"You don't think there's a safer way to get it?"

"Probably. But this way works, too."

"Or-"

He pauses, but I don't really worry about it until I feel him lift me from the chair and put me on the ground. That was hot. He just lifted me like I weighed nothing. To him, I probably do weigh nothing. He's pretty buff. The things I'd let him do to me... I want this man to do unholy things to me. He's so big and so strong and I really just want him to manhandle me. What? Uh...I mean... No. I said what I said.

"Here." He says while handing me my coffee cup.

"Um, thanks."

He nods and leaves the room. Did he only come in here to get my coffee cup for me? He didn't do anything else. He came in, watched me struggle for a bit, then got the cup down for me. Then he left the room. Whatever. I have my coffee cup. Now I can make coffee. As I'm making coffee, Sam walks in, dressed like he's about to go somewhere.

"Where are you going?"

"Supply run. You need anything?"

"No, I'm ok. But we're running low on coffee."

"Alright. How'd you get that cup down?"

"Dean got it for me."

"Really?"

Why's he sound so shocked? I mean sure, sometimes it's shocking when Dean's nice to people. But why's it shocking that he got my cup down for me?

"Yeah. Why so shocked?"

"Uh, no reason. Just-"

"Don't lie to me."

"Look, I'm sorry, but Dean told me not to-"

"I don't give a shit what Dean told you. What aren't you telling me?"

"Dean, may or may not have, put your cup on that shelf."

"What? Why?"

"Because he knew you'd have to ask for help. And he thought it would be funny."

"Funny? What's funny about putting my things on high shelves?"

"Dean's just got a funny way of flirting. That's all. I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

Flirting? With me? No. Dean's not flirting with me. He's just being a dick.

"Flirting?"

"You still haven't figured it out?"

"Figured what out?"

"Dean's got a crush on you. I thought you'd have figured it out by now. It gets more and more obvious every day."

"If Dean had a crush on me, he'd tell me."

"I think this is something you should talk about with him. I'll be back later."

He leaves the room, then the bunker, leaving me to wonder why Dean wouldn't tell me if he's got a crush on me. He's Dean. If he's got a crush on you, you're gonna know. He'll make sure you know. Maybe he's been giving me signs, but I just haven't noticed them. I've always been a little slow when it comes to romance and love signals.

Thinking back on it, Dean's definitely been giving me signals. I thought that was just the way friends or siblings act, but I'd be a little concerned if someone treated their sibling like that. He's definitely been giving me signs. I'm not sure how to feel now. I'm not mad about it. I've actually been crushing on Dean for a while. It's nice to know that he feels the same.

I just don't know how to bring this up to him. How do I talk to him about it? How do I talk to someone about their crush on me without seeming self absorbed? "I know you have a crush on me" Ew. You can't say that without seeming self absorbed.

"Hey."

I turn my head and see Dean. Only this time, he's right next to me. How did I not notice him approach me?

"Um, hi."

"You gonna drink that or just stare at it?"

I look down and see my coffee, in front of me, which still hasn't been touched. I was so lost in thought that I had completely forgotten about it. So how long have I been standing here? More importantly, how long has Dean been standing next to me?

"Um, I'm gonna drink it."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking."

"About me again?"

"What?"

"I know how much you think about me. Like when you're alone in your room at night."

There's no way he knows about that...

"I don't know-"

"Do you think about me when you're touching yourself, Y/n?"

Yes. Every time. Every. Single. Time.

"Uh, I, yes."

If he knows about it, I might as well tell him the truth. I think about him while I touch myself. I'm thinking about him right now, while worrying about the growing wet spot in my pants.

"You're thinking about me right now, aren't you? All the things I could do to you? All the things you want me to do to you?"

How in the fuck is he doing that? It's like I'm under a spell, just from looking into his eyes. A good spell, that gives unholy thoughts... They might be unholy, but they sure are pleasant.

"Um, well, I mean-"

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you."

"Want me to what?"

Ok. Now he's teasing me. And I'm not even mad.

"I want you to fuck me."

And before I know it, we're both naked and I'm layed out on the table. I don't know how it happened, but it happened fast and I'm not complaining. One of Dean's hands is massaging one of my breasts while his mouth works the other. After a few seconds, he moves down my body, to my wet core.

I thought he was gonna finger me, but no. He's tongue fucking me. I didn't know someone's tongue could make me feel so good. That's the magic of Dean Winchester. It doesn't take long for me to cum on his tongue, with seems to amuse him. The best part was when he licked my thighs clean.

"Now I want you to do that on my dick."

"Ok."

He lines himself with my entrance, just in time for Sam to walk in and drop everything he was holding.

"OH, MY GOD! DEAN!"

We both freeze, not exactly sure what to do. I'm absolutely positive that Sam's gonna be having nightmares for a while, now. This, ladies, gentlemen, and anything else you might identify as, is how you give your best friend nightmares and possible life long trauma.

"ON THE TABLE?! ARE YOU TWO FUCKING SERIOUS?!"

"Uh, Sam, do you think maybe you could, uh, get out?"

"GO TO A BEDROOM! PLEASE!"

He rushes out of the room, tripping on the way out, and Dean and I look at each other.

"You wanna take this to my room?"

I nod and he picks me up. He carries me to his room and locks the door. We finish what we started and end up cuddling in his bed. I like this. Being held in Dean's arms while he presses gentle kisses to my head.

"We're still friends after this, right?"

"I was hoping we'd be something more."

"You want me to be your girlfriend?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

"Then I'm your girlfriend."

All because of a coffee cup on a high shelf. If I had known that would get me a boyfriend, I'd have complained about it way sooner. Coffee cups on high shelves = giant boyfriends. Who knew?

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Hands

Dean Winchester Smut

Pairings: Dom!Dean x Virgin!Y/n

Warnings: Some kinky shit. Nothing too serious. If you find something that needs a legitimate wanting, let me know.

Summary: Y/n's got a thing for hands and Dean's using it against her.

I'm sitting in the bunker's library with Dean. I'm supposed to be helping with research, but I keep getting distracted by his hands. His big, grease covered hands. For whatever reason, he chooses to eat the messiest things while doing research. And somehow, the mess never gets beyond his hands. I'm watching him eat and lick his fingers, when I'm supposed to be doing research. He's caught be staring at him, a few times, but he just have me a cocky comment like "I have that effect on people" or something like that. I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy looking at his hands. The man's already perfect, without looking at his hands. His hands only add on to the perfection.

"Watching me won't get anything done, Sweetheart."

Shit. Busted. Again.

"I'm sorry. I was just-"

"Staring at my hands again. I know. It's alright."

He stands up from his chair and starts walking towards me, abandoning his food and research.

"You know. If you want something, all you have to do is ask."

"Uh, what?"

"I've seen the way you look at me, Y/n. I know what you want. But you have to tell me. I'm pretty big on consent."

"I don't know what you-"

"Hey, look at me real quick."

I look at him, not sure what he's about to do. Then he dips his finger in his plate, getting grease on his finger. I watch as he shoves his finger in his mouth, licking it clean. There's an audible gasp, catching Dean's attention, which was already on me.

"See that? That look you give me when I use my hands?"

"I'm sorry. Really. I didn't mean-"

"No need to apologize. Everybody has kinks, Y/n."

The hell's a kink? I feel a little embarrassed, not knowing what he's talking about. I think it relates to a sexual turn on.

"Everybody gets turned on." He says, probably noticing the confused look on my face.

"Oh. So hands can be kinky?"

"Anything can be kinky. It depends on the person."

Wow. The things you learn. I didn't even know what a kink was. And now I know that anything can be kinky.

"You wanna take a break from this?"

"Um, sure."

I close my laptop and stand up from my chair. I'm not sure what to do with myself. I should probably get rid of the hot feeling in my...area. I start heading to my room, but Dean steps me.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room. I thought you said we were taking a break."

"We are. In my room."

Why would we be taking a break in his room?

"Oh. Ok."

He gently grabs one of my hands and leads me to his room. Once there, he closes the door and leads me to his bed. I look up at him, still confused as to why we're in his room, and he motions for me to sit down. Or maybe he was motioning for me get on the bed, in a way that's not sitting down. I don't know.

"I'm ok standing."

"You wanna do this standing?"

"Do what?"

"Damn. I guess I read the signs wrong. I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to-"

"What signs?"

"When we were talking about turn ons and your thing with my hands, I thought you wanted to do something."

"I do, but, um-"

"Not with me. I get it. It's ok."

"No. I've never done anything before."

He just looks at me for a second. It looks like he's trying to see if I'm being serious.

"Seriously?"

I nod, embarrassed that at 28 years old, I've never had sex or done anything sexual.

"You're a virgin?"

"Is that bad?"

"Being that we're about to go on a hunt for a witch who kills virgins, yes. But any other time, no. You were probably just waiting for the right person. But I hate to break it to you, if you're still a virgin in the next 8 hours, you're not going on this hunt."

"I was kinda hoping that you could, um, help?"

"You want me to help you? Help you what?"

The smirk on his lips tells me that he knows exactly what I want his help with. I think he's teasing me.

"Tell me what you need help with, Sweetheart."

"I need you to fuck me."

He nods and motions again for me to get on the bed. I lay down, on my back, and Dean slowly gets on top of me. He's kissing my neck and making his way down to my shirt.

"Off." He commands.

I usually don't like being told what to do, but that's usually with basic shit. I've never been in a sexual situation before. I've heard of people liking to be told what to do in bed. Am I one of those people? Doesn't matter. I do as he said and take off my shirt. He takes off his own and starts taking off my pants. I help him with his own pants and he starts kissing my body. This feels nice. I like this. He eventually makes his way back up to my bra, and I take it off. I've never been so revealed in front of someone else. But I'm oddly comfortable, probably because I know that Dean's not judging me for how my body looks.

"You're beautiful, Baby."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I mean that. I'm about to show you just how much I mean it."

He leans down to kiss me, which I've also never done before. This all seems so easy. How have I never done this before? He slips my underwear off, then slips two fingers into me. He's pushing them in and out and it feels fucking amazing. This feels a lot better than I thought it would. Dean's fingers feel a lot better than I thought they would. I wouldn't think that such big fingers would feel so good inside of me. If anything, I'd think they'd hurt. But it doesn't hurt. It feels quite nice, actually. It doesn't take long for me to feel like I'm gonna cum. Can I do that? On his fingers? Would he be mad about that? I don't know how to control it, so it's gonna happen. Is he gonna be mad?

"That's it, Sweetheart. Cum on my fingers."

I guess not. I cum on his fingers and he slips them out of me. He leans forward and shoves his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I lick his fingers clean with no hesitation, and he takes them out of my mouth. He takes his underwear off, revealing his hard dick. How is he hard already? I seriously don't know how any of this works.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

I nod and he lines himself up with my entrance.

"If I hurt you or you just feel like you wanna stop, you let me know and I'll stop. Ok?"

"Ok. Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Please go gentle."

"Of course."

He slowly pushes himself into me and I let out a shocked moan. This hurts, but not in a painful way. You know?

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ok. Keep going."

He pushes himself deeper into me until he can't fit anymore of himself into me. He gives me a second to adjust before he starts thrusting in and out of me. It slowly stops hurting and starts to feel really good.

"You're doing so good, Sweetheart. So good for me."

He's going slow, a little too slow. I want him to go faster, but I'm afraid it might hurt. But I really want him to go faster.

"Faster."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Go faster."

He's thrusting really fast now and I'm pretty sure I'm about to cum. Again. I can't describe how I'm feelings, but I can say that it feels good. Like, really good. He places both of his hands on each side of my head as he starts breathing really hard.

"Dean, I think I'm-"

"Cum for me, Baby."

I cum on his dick and he pulls out of me, cumming on the floor. I'm so glad that the bunker isn't carpeted. That would be a sticky situation. I'm sorry. I think I'm funny. Anyways, we're both breathing really hard and Dean's kissing my head and telling me how good I was for him.

"I did good?"

"Good? You did great, Baby."

He walks to his bathroom and comes back with a towel. He cleans the floor and my thighs, then throws the towel in his laundry basket. He lays down next to me and pulls me close to him.

"That was awesome."

I smiles and he kisses my forehead again.

"We should get back to research."

"We have time. And you should rest for a little while."

He's right. I should rest for a little while. That might've been awesome, but it was also tiring. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep in Dean's arms, happy that of all the people in the world, he was the one who took my virginity.

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When Sam shot his niece

Why do so many people ignore the fact that Sam shot his niece? Season 7, episode 13, he literally shot and killed Emma, Dean's daughter. Like ok, she was a monster, TECHNICALLY, but BIOLOGICALLY, that's their blood. Dean's daughter and Sam's niece. Sam's always the one to try and figure out calm solutions for shit. SO TELL ME WHY HE SHOT HIS NIECE WITH NO HESITATION???

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Same Time Tomorrow

Sam Winchester Smut

Summary: Y/n tells her therapist, Sam, about her cheating boyfriend. He's got some ideas on how to make Y/n feel better.

Pairings: Therapist!Sam x Y/n

Warnings: Nothing too serious. If I missed something, please let me know.

I'm sitting in my therapist's office, trying not to have yet another break down. I swear, this man's seen me cry more than anyone. Even my cat, Mr. Beans. But he's gone now, so the only one that I can cry to is my therapist, Sam. He's the only person that I feel like I can trust, now. My boyfriend, Thomas, cheated on me with my sister. I don't know what to do. I kicked him out of my apartment, but I don't feel any better. I still have those images in my head. Him and Angela, on our bed, going at it with each other.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. Really. You didn't deserve that."

"And to make things worse, my cat died, last week. He was like my child."

I'm actually having a hard time keeping myself together. First my cat died, and now my boyfriend cheated on me? What's next?

"Hey, I know you don't wanna hear this, but things are gonna get better. They will. You just have to stay positive. Don't let these negative things get to you. I know they hurt, but it's gonna be ok."

"But how? How is anything gonna be ok for me?"

He stands up from his desk and walks over to me.

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"Don't apologize. You haven't done anything wrong. I think I can make you feel better."

"Really? How?"

He leans in and kisses me. I know this is wrong, but to be honest, it feels so right. I kiss him back and eventually, we're making out.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

"Please?"

He nods and starts kissing down my neck. When he gets to my shirt, I let him take it off. He looks at my body for a few seconds, making me a little nervous, but it doesn't look like he's judging me. It looks more like he's admiring me.

"You are absolutely beautiful. You know that?"

"You don't mean that."

"Of course I do. Let me show you how much I mean it."

He kisses down my body and his hands find their way to my back, unclamping my bra. He starts massaging my breasts while I'm taking his shirt off. I help him with his pants, then take my own off.

"If you want me to stop, say something. Ok?"

"Please don't stop. I want you to keep going."

He nods and I let him take off my underwear, revealing my wet folds.

"You're already wet for me, sweetheart."

And that pet name didn't help anything. It only made me wetter for him. It's just something about him. He's so big, yet so gentle. He slips two fingers into me and starts working them, causing low moans from me. I never thought that fingers as big as his would feel good inside of me. His hands look like they'd hurt, even if he didn't mean to. But this is the best anyone's made me feel in a long, long time.

"Think you can take something a little bigger?"

"I know I can."

He slips his fingers out of me and I help him with his underwear, revealing his massive cock. This isn't what I imagined when he said "A little bigger". I didn't think it would THIS big. But I should've expected that, given Sam's size. The guy's huge. I should've expected his dick to be the same. He lines himself up with my entrance and starts pushing himself into me. It hurts, but in a good way. When I woke up this morning, I didn't think I'd end up getting fucked by my therapist, on his office couch. I didn't think it would happen, but I'm definitely not complaining about it. I can feel myself getting that tingling sensation and I know I'm about to cum.

"S-Sam, I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Let it all out."

I do as he says and cum all over his cock, gaining moans of pleasure from the both of us. He helps me ride out my high and after a few seconds, I help with his own high. He pulls out and cums on my stomach, them we both take a minute to catch our breath. Once we're both cleaned up and dressed, Sam sits with me on the couch and we cuddle for a little while. This was the best therapy session ever.

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow. And Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, sweetheart. I'm happy to help."

I never thought that my therapist would be the one to make me feel special.

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She Can Stay

Finally wrote something that's not porn.

Summary: When you show up to the Winchester palace in jeans and a sweat shirt, John decides that you're not a good fit for his son.

Pairings: Sam x Y/n

Warnings: John Winchester.

I'm on my way to Sam's place. I still feel kinda weird about wearing jeans and a sweat shirt, but Sam said to dress in whatever made me comfortable. He knows I don't do dresses and shit like that. So I think he's got a pretty good idea of what I'm wearing. My only real worry is John, Sam's father. He's got this weird image in his mind that all women in the kingdom are supposed to "act like women". Whatever the hell that means. I know that means he's not gonna be pleased to see me. He never is. I've heard him telling Sam that I'm not good for him. But Sam's told me not to worry about his dad. He likes me just the way I am and that's all that matters. Once at the palace, I see Dean, Sam's brother, outside working on his car. We've met a few times and he seems nice.

"Hey, Y/n. You here to see Sam?"

"Hey. Yeah. Is he here?"

"Yeah, but my dad's here, too. You sure you wanna go inside?"

"I think I can handle your dad."

"I can't even handle my dad. If he gives you any trouble, I'll be here."

"Thanks, Dean."

I nods and I walk to the gate. Before I can even open it, John's yelling about how bad I am for his son.

"Look, I'm only here to see Sam. I'm not here to argue with y-"

"You're not gonna be here much longer if I have any say in the matter! Why'd you even come here dressed like that?! You look like a guy!"

"And you look like a sexist, entitled son of a bitch! I'm not here to argue with you, John! I'm here to see my boyfriend!"

"Women like you aren't to be seen with my son!"

"Women like me?! What the hell's that even supposed to mean?!"

"Dad, what the hell are you doing?" Sam calls as he walks over to the gate.

"Son, you're not bringing this women in my castle."

"And why not? Did she do something wrong?"

"Look at her! Look at what she's wearing!"

"So? She's comfortable."

"Women don't need to be comfortable! They only need to serve-"

"Dad!" A voice yells from behind me.

I turn around and see Dean.

"Dean, I'm not in the mood to argue right now."

"You don't wanna argue with me, but you wanna argue with an innocent girl who just wants to visit her boyfriend? You wanna say rude and sexist things to her, just because you don't like what she's wearing? But you're not the mood to argue with me?"

"Look-"

"No you look. As your oldest son, I'm next in line for the castle. That means that when you're gone or if you leave for whatever reason, the castle will belong to me. And I don't appreciate you trying to throw out my future sister in law."

Sister in law? I like the sound of that.

"So either she stays or we're all going."

I knew that he and John didn't get along, but I didn't know it was like this. They'd really leave their castle behind for me? I've only known them for a year and a half. And they'd leave their home for me?

"Fine. She can stay." He says with a huff.

He storms passed me and Dean, then gets in his ugly ass truck and drives away. I turn to face Sam and Dean, who look happy to see their dad leave.

"He's not coming back, is he?" I ask while looking up at Sam.

"I guess we'll find out." Sam says to me.

"But if he doesn't, that's ok. We can have the castle to ourselves and we won't have to worry about him."

It's nice to know that Dean would let me stay in his castle, rather than John. I guess with John gone, it's Dean's castle know. I guess that makes him the king now.

"Y/n." Sam calls to me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?"

"You ok? I know you don't like yelling and we were all-"

"I'm ok. Just a little shocked. That's all."

"You two should go inside. Have some privacy."

"But first"

He steps closer to me and takes a small box out of his pocket.

"Since Dean dropped the "future sister in law" thing. I guess it's time."

"What? Time for what?"

He gets down on one knee and looks up at me.

"Sam?"

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of making me the luckiest man alive. Be my bride and become Y/n Y/m/n Winchester. Will you marry me, Y/n?"

He opens the small box to reveal a ring. Holy shit. Sam Winchester just asked me to marry him. And I'm just standing here like an idiot.

"Are you sure? I mean, me? You wanna marry me? Even after seeing all the weird shit I do? I'm weird and I say weird things and I don't even dress like a woman."

"That's why I wanna marry you, sweetheart. You're smart and you're funny and you're absolutely beautiful. And you dress in jeans and sweaters rather than dresses and heals. Not many women in this kingdom do that. You're not like everybody else, Y/n. And that's what I love about you. You're one of a kind and I want you to be mine."

Not many men are willing to look my way, but Sam, he wants to marry me? He wants to spend the rest of his life with me? Me? ME? I might be dumb, but I'm not dumb enough to pass up such an amazing opportunity. I have the chance to spend the rest of my life with this man. And I'm taking that chance.

"Yes. I'll marry you, Sam."

He slips the ring on my finger and I look at it for a few seconds before wrapping my arms around his neck. He hugs me back and I think I can see Dean starting to tear up. I might've had to face John Winchester, but it was worth it in the end. Now I'm gonna marry the love of my life.

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Fuck Me

Dean Winchester Smut

Pairings: Dom!Dean x Sub!Y/n

Warnings: Some kinky shit.

Dean and I are in the motel, waiting for Sam to get back with dinner. Dean's been eyeing me up and down since the moment Sam walked out the door. I can't tell if he's mad or if he wants to fuck me.

"Dean."

"Hm?"

"You ok?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you keep looking at me like you wanna rip my clothes off."

He stands up from his seat at the kitchen table and starts walking over to me.

"And you keep looking at me like you want me to rip your clothes off." He says as he gets to me.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb, Y/n. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off me lately. If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask."

"Um, well-"

He cuts me off my cupping my pussy, making my breath hitch.

"You want me, don't you, sweetheart?"

God yes. I want him to fuck me so hard. I want him to make me scream his name. I want him to shove his tongue so deep into my-

"I'm gonna need an answer, baby."

"Yeah, I want you."

"You want me to what?"

"Fuck me."

"Beg."

"Please? Please fuck me, Dean. That's all I want. I just want you to fuck me. Please?"

"I'm not convinced."

He slips his hand into my pants and into my underwear, and slips two fingers inside me.

"You're already so wet for me, sweetheart. Beg for me and I'm all yours."

"Please just fuck me, Dean. My body aches for you. Please?"

Without saying anything, he pulls his fingers out of me, then takes off my pants and underwear.

"Dean?"

"I'm gonna fuck you, Y/n. I'm gonna fuck you good and hard and you're gonna scream my name. You're gonna let everybody in this motel know who that pussy belongs to."

He attaches his lips to mine, kissing me hungrily. Of course I return the favor. He starts kissing down my neck, then moves back to take my shirt off, revealing my bare chest, as I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Beautiful."

He latches onto one of my nipples, sucking gently, while massaging the other. He stops for just long enough for me to take his shirt off, revealing his chest. I've wanted to see this man without his clothes for so long. I've wanted him to fuck me ever since the day I met him. And I've finally got that. I'm finally gonna have Dean Winchester's dick inside me. He kisses down my body until he gets to my pussy. He slips tongue between my wet folds and starts working. I knew he was good, but I never could've imagined that he was this good. I'm pulling on his hair, causing him to moan as he eats me out. Once I cum on his tongue, he cleans my thighs with his tongue, then stands up. He takes his own pants and underwear off, revealing his dick, which my eyes are stuck on.

"Big, huh? Think you can handle it?"

I nod, only wanting him to fuck me until I'm begging him to stop.

"Words, princess. I need words."

"Yes. I can handle it."

"Good girl."

The praise makes me even wetter than I already was. I think Dean knows that. He lines himself up with my entrance and slowly starts pushing himself into me, causing moans of pure pleasure to escape my mouth.

"Say something if I'm hurting you, sweetheart."

"I'm ok, Dean. I'm ok. Keep going, I can take it."

He pushes what's left of his dick into my pussy and starts thrusting in and out of me.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're good. You're so good."

He definitely knows that I have a thing for praises. He's on top of me, fucking me and pulling on my hair. I'm pulling on his hair while he thrusts in and out of me, hard, but not too hard. I think he's afriad to hurt me, but I want him to go as hard as he can.

"Harder."

"Sweetheart-"

"Dean, harder."

I starts thrusting harder, causing me to moan at the sudden change of pace. It doesn't hurt. I just didn't expect him to go so hard. I knew that a man as big as Dean could fuck hard, but I didn't know he could fuck this hard.

"You're doing great, Y/n. So great."

With that praise, I feel myself about to cum.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum."

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Scream my name as you cum for me."

"Oh, God, Dean!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I cum on his dick and the mattress. We ride out our highs together and he pulls out before he cums. He cums on my stomach and kisses me on the cheek. He walks away to get a towel, then cleans up what he can. Just as I'm about to say something, the door opens and we're both met with Sam, who's...shocked. And probably a little scared of the sight that he walked in on. Can you blame him? He just walked in on his brother and his best friend having sex. Well, we just finished, but I'm pretty sure Sam didn't wanna see this.

"Uh...Hey, Sammy." I say, not really sure what else to say.

"I-I was gone for 15 minutes."

"A lot can happen in 15 minutes, Sammy." Dean says while we're both trying our best to cover ourselves.

"On my bed. Great."

"You can have the bed we were gonna share." I say, feeling bad that Dean and I...sinned on his bed.

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Think You Can Take Us Both?

Sam and Dean Winchester Smut

I'm definitely going to hell after writing this absolute masterpiece.

Summary: Y/n's been admitted to a hospital for sex addicts, run by Sam and Dean Winchester.

Pairings: Doctor!Sam x Patient!Y/n, Doctor!Dean x Patient!Y/n

Not wincest, being that Sam and Dean aren't intentionally being sexual with each other. Just with Y/n.

Warnings: Patient/doctor abuse, Size kink, Degrading kink, Sex addiction.

No One's POV

It was a seemingly normal Thursday afternoon for Y/n. Or at least, it was normal considering that she's in a hospital for sex addicts. She's in Dr. Dean's office for her daily therapy session. Even though Y/n has therapy every day, her sex addiction only seems to be getting worse. Her need for sex isn't getting better, like Dr. Sam and Dean had hoped. Y/n was one of the people they had seen hope for. They hoped that Y/n would get better, but she's been in this hospital for 6 months and still, no progress.

Y/n's POV

I'm in another stupid therapy session, with Dr. Winchester. I hate these therapy sessions. They don't make my need for sex any weaker. Probably because my therapist is one sexy son of a bitch. His brother's pretty hot, too. They're this hot and decided to open up a sex addict hospital?

"Y/n, are you with me?" He calls, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Um, yes, doctor. Sorry."

"It's alright, sweetness. Just try and stay focused."

I nod, looking into his green eyes. I want him to fuck me senseless while making direct eye contact with me, making me stare into those perfect eyes. How does someone get blessed with such perfection?

"You're addiction, it's not getting any better. Most patients we've had have gotten better within a few weeks, or maybe one or two months."

"So?"

"You've been here for 6 months, Y/n. We need to find a fix for you. My brother and I, we've talked about your case multiple times. And we just can't seem to understand why you're still here. Why you're not getting any better."

Because I want you and your brother to do unholy things to me. I want you to make me scream your names. I want you to shoot hot cum into my pussy. I wanna bob my head up and down on your dicks. I wanna-

"Y/n, you're doing it again."

"Huh? Doing what, doc?"

"Giving me that look. My brother and I have talked about that, too. The looks you give us. Is there anything you wanna say?" He asks while standing up from his desk.

He walks around his desk and stands in front of it, in front of my chair. I can't help but look at his dick. Or, his bulge, being that unfortunately, he's wearing pants.

"God, you really are a slut, aren't you? I mean, you get admitted to a hospital for sex addicts and you eye up your doctors? You really do have a problem, don't you. Or maybe, you just wanna get laid."

What?

"What? You can't talk to your patients like this."

"I can when my patient's a massive slut."

He walks over to the door of his office and opens it.

"Excuse me a minute, please."

Dean's POV

I'm on my way to go get Sam, so that we can talk to my patient together. "Talk". We've both had a thing for her for a while now and I think it's time something got done about it. She's a sex addict anyway, so does it really matter if we fuck her? When I get to Sam's office, I find him talking to one of his patients.

"You're doing great, Marie. You should be able to go home in no time. I'll see you same time tomorrow. Ok?"

The girl nods and leaves my brother's office.

"Dean, what's up?" He asks as he notices me standing in the doorway.

"You remember that talk we had about my patient? Y/n?"

"Of course. The hot chick that's probably never leaving."

"Yeah, that one. I was thinking, since she's addicted to sex, and we both wanna do her, why not now?"

"What? Seriously?"

"Hell yeah. I mean, I don't have another therapy session for about an hour and a half."

"The things we could do to her in an hour and a half." He says with a smirk.

"So, you in?"

"Hell yeah, I'm in."

We both start heading back to my office, where Y/n's hopefully still waiting for me. Once there, we find her still waiting in her chair. We both walk in and I close the door to my office.

"Alright, Y/n, Sam's got a few questions for you. Then you'll be done for the day."

"Questions? What questions?"

"Just some simple questions." He says, looking at her with a seductive look in his eyes.

"Um, ok."

"So, first question. Think you can take us both?"

Her eyes light up as she looks between us, trying to see if we're messing with her.

"I'm sorry, take you?"

"As in, in the pussy, the ass, the mouth." I speak up.

Y/n's POV

I'm not sure what game Dr. Winchester's playing, but if he's being serious, I wanna play along. I'd take both of these men in every hole I've got. Pussy, ass, mouth. All of them.

"Of course I can."

Dr. Sam walks to my chair and squats down to my level. He drags his thumb on my bottom lip, which is turning me on, as if I wasn't already already turned on. This man's like twice my size. That's a huge turn on for me. He's huge and he could so many unspeakable things to me.

"You wanna suck my dick, slut?"

I nod, anxiously hoping that he's being serious. I look over and see Dr. Winchester locking the door to his office. I don't think they're messing me. Dr. Sam starts unbuckling his belt and once he's done, he undoes his pants and pulls out his massive cock. He teases the tip on my lips before I open my mouth to take him in.

"You're a good little whore, aren't you?"

I nod as I take his full length into my mouth and start sucking. It might be huge, but it's nothing I haven't seen before. I'm sucking Sam's dick while he pulls on my hair, making me moan in pleasure.

"Dean, you should get in on this. She's good."

I'm tearing up a little, because Sam's so big, but it's nothing I can't handle. While I'm not really paying attention, he slips out of my mouth, causing me to whine a little, and Dean steps in front of me.

"Stand up."

I do what he says and he undoes his belt and pants. Both men pull their pants and underwear down, revealing their large cocks, which I can't look away from. Who'd wanna look away from this? It's like I'm in some kind of dream. The best dream ever.

"Take your clothes off, sweetness."

I follow his instructions again and take my clothes off. Most people would feel some kind of shame or embarrassment, but I don't. I only feel the urge to let these very large men use me.

"She's beautiful, ain't she, Sammy?"

"A beautiful little slut."

"You wanna get fucked by the both of us, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, doctor."

"It's Dean, today, whore."

"Ok, Dean."

"And he's Sam, today."

"And we're not gonna hurt you. We're only gonna gonna satisfy the needs you've been feeling."

I don't know how, but I ended up on Dean's desk, with his dick inside my pussy, and Sam's in my mouth. I'm not complaining. Like, at all. When I got admitted here, I was absolutely furious. Why would my best friend send me to a place like this? But now, now I'm beyond thankful that he sent me to this place. And I never wanna leave. With hot doctors that fuck you, why would I wanna go anywhere?

Sam's POV

I'm about to cum in her mouth and I guarantee she's gonna love it. That's why she's here, isn't it? Because she likes sex too much. She's addicted to it. She's here to get help and that's all we're doing. Helping her. Helping her satisfy her needs. Her aches for us. This pretty little mouth has been aching to suck me off since the day she laid eyes on me. And I'm only satisfying her needs. As her doctors, that's our job. To satisfy her needs.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, slut."

She lets out a groan that sounds almost excited as I let go in her mouth. Her throat clenches around my dick as she swallows what I just spurt into her.

"My turn." Dean says as he releases into Y/n, who's absolutely loving every second of this.

She's probably dreamed of it since day one. She lets out a loud moan as she cums all over Dean and the floor. I'm so glad these doors are sound proof.

"Switch." I say and we switch places.

Now it's my turn to make her cum while she sucks Dean off. I line myself up with her entrance and slowly slip inside her pussy. I'm aware of how big I am and how small she is. While she's addicted to sex and has probably been through bigger dick than mine, I don't wanna hurt her. I wanna be careful with her. This pussy's to pretty to hurt. Once I'm all the way inside her, she moans happily against Dean's dick.

"You're living your dream right now, aren't you, you little whore?"

She lets out a faint "yes" as she can't speak clearly because her mouth is...kinda busy at the moment. After Dean's cum in her mouth, he comes over to me and slips two fingers passed my dick, into Y/n's pussy, stretching her to make room for him.

Y/n's POV

This is fucking awesome. I've got two dicks inside my pussy and I'm living my dream. This, right here, what's happening right now. This is all I need in life. Not food or water or coffee or whatever the fuck else. I only need to be fucked senseless by these two men, at the same time.

"I'm gonna cum." I moan so that they both know I'm about to cum on both of their dicks.

"Cum, sweetness. Cum hard on our dicks."

I do what he says and let go. I cum hard on both of their cocks and they moan in pleasure. They fuck me until they both cum as well. Then they both slip out of me and put their pants back on.

"You should get cleaned up, Y/n. My next patient's gonna be here soon."

"Y/n?"

"Y/n?"

No One's POV

"Y/n, are you with me?" He calls, snapping Y/n out of her day dream about...well, you know what it was about.

"Um, yes, doctor. Sorry."

"It's alright, sweetness. Just try and stay focused."

Tags: @supraveng Might not be what you were expecting, but I'll most likely write more of these.

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So now might be a good time for a threesome for the reader with both brothers.... please 🥺

Don't know how to write that but I've read some smuts like that. I'll try my best. No promises on when it'll be out, but I'll definitely write it.

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I really need someone, in a dominant way, to tell me that I'm a good girl.

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I want, no, I NEED someone who's twice my size to choke me and tell me to lose my attitude. I NEED IT!

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why

Why not?

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My eyes are up here

Dean Winchester Smut

Warnings: Sex, swearing, Dean's big...self

Pairings: Dean x Y/n

Size kink

I'm by the stairs, trying to convince Sam to let me to go with him, rather than Dean. I'd much rather spend an 8 hour drive with my best friend than his asshole brother. We're going on a hunt and for whatever reason, we're taking different vehicles.

Sam's taking his truck and Dean's taking the Impala, obviously. I, for whatever reason, am about to have to spend 8 hours in the car with Dean. We don't hate each other, let me just make that clear. But we don't exactly like each other, either.

I actually like him, but he obviously doesn't feel the same. Unless his love language is being mean. Then he must be absolutely in love with me. I most certainly do not wanna spend 8 hours alone with him. Well, maybe if he was nicer. Then it wouldn't be a problem. Then I'd love to ride with him.

"I think it's about time you two started getting along. And it's one car ride. It won't kill you."

That's what he thinks. It could very well kill me.

"You don't know that."

"Y/n-"

"Sam, your brother's a dick and I don't wanna spend 8 hours alone with him. I'd much rather go with you."

"But with all the supplies for this hunt, I don't have room for you, in my truck. I'm sorry, Y/n. If I had room for you, I'd take you with me."

Before I can say anything, Dean walks in and motions for all of us to go outside. Well, let's get this party started. I get my bag, which may or not be a little too full, and start carrying it up the stairs.

"Think you might've over packed, short stack." Dean says from behind me.

"Think you should mind your own business."

"Here."

He takes my bag from my hands and starts carrying it for me, like it weighs nothing. I'm gonna act like that wasn't a total turn on for me.

"You don't have to."

"I'd rather carry it for you than watch you struggle trying to do it yourself."

He's being nice to me? He probably wants something. That's usually how that works. He's only ever nice to me when he wants something.

"Ok. Um, thank you."

"Don't mention it."

He's actually pretty hot when he's not insulting me or picking at my height. Once outside, we put our bags in the trunk and I start to get in the backseat.

"You know you can ride up front."

That makes sense, being that Sam's not gonna be in the car, so if I'm not in the passenger's seat, Dean would be sitting by himself. But he's usually fine with me sitting in the back.

"Just don't fuck with the radio, ok?"

I nod and get in the passenger's seat. He gets in the driver's seat and starts the car.

"Anybody ever tell you how small you are?"

And he's back.

"Yeah. You. Every day."

He smirks and starts driving.

"It's honestly kinda cute."

Is he gonna be nice to me or bully me? Because I'm getting mixed signals here.

"Thank you?"

It's fine either way, being that I'm used to him bullying me. But he's never a total dick, so I guess it's ok.

"I'm surprised you didn't wanna ride with Sam. Something happen?"

Why would he think that?

"What?"

"You usually ride with Sam when we can't all take one vehicle. So what happened? You two get a fight or something?"

"No. He said there was no room for me in his truck, with all the supplies. I thought you knew that."

"Supplies? You mean his bag and personal weapons, that'll barely take up the backseat?"

"He lied to me?" I say in kind of a hurt tone.

Sam never lies to me. So why would he lie to me now?

"He lied to both of us. He told me that you wanted to ride with me."

"Why would he lie?"

"We'll find out later. Unless you wanna call him and ask him now."

"No. No, I'm ok."

"Are you? You look a little upset."

Why would I be upset? It's not like best friend, who never lies to me, lied to me. So why would I be upset?

"Do you actually care?"

"Of course. Why would you ask that?"

"Because you're being unusually nice to me, today. And it's starting to freak me out."

"What? I'm always nice to you."

"No, you're not. You've been a dick to me since day one."

"Are you upset about it?"

Yes. I like you and you're a dick to me, most of the time.

"No, but I kinda wish you'd be nicer. Like now. I like how nice you've been today. But I know it's only because you want something. That's usually why you're nice to me."

"Well this time, I just wanna be nice. Ok?"

And it's hot. Being nice is hot. I really want him to fuck me. Right here, in this car. Or at least let me suck him off.

"Hey, if you keep looking at me like that, things are gonna go in a whole different direction."

I hadn't realized that I was staring at him...with my mouth somewhat opened.

"I wasn't, I'm not-"

"You're almost drooling, short stack."

I'm trying to figure out what to say. He caught me staring at him like I want him to fuck me. I mean, I do, but I didn't want him to know that.

"I won't know what you want unless you tell me, sweetheart."

I look down and see that he's rock hard. And it's only now that I realized I'm a little wet.

"My eyes are up here."

I look up at him, knowing that my face is now bright red. He doesn't seem to mind. He honestly seems a little amused by this.

"It's ok. I have that effect on people."

I open my mouth to say something, but he brushes my bottom lip with his thumb.

"I wanna see this pretty little mouth at work. You wanna work for me, sweetheart?"

I nod, no longer feeling the need to hide my feelings towards him.

"I need words, princess."

"Yes."

"Then get to it."

He spreads his legs a little, making his dick easier for me to access. I undo his belt and then unbutton his jeans. I was completely unprepared for his size, which should've been expected, being that he's huge.

"Too big?"

"No, just unexpected."

I take in what I can and start bobbing my head up and down. I take what I can't fit in my mouth in my hand and start pumping. Dean's groaning and trying to keep from throwing his head back from pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/n."

He's brought one of his hands to my hair and started not so lightly pulling. It hurts, but in a good way. It doesn't take long for him to cum, and I swallow what I can. The rest just spills out, onto his jeans and the leather seat. By this point, he's pulled over, on a dirt road. I lift my head and tuck his dick back inside his pants. I look up at him and he's got this look in his eyes. A look that says he's about to fuck me. Right here, in this car.

"I'm about to fuck you, right here on this seat." He says as he starts taking off his clothes.

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You're So Small

Sam Winchester Smut

I've never written smut before, so try not to judge too hard. Ok? Ok.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Y/n, Dom!Sam x Sub!Y/n

Warnings: Swearing, Sex, Sam Winchester's gaint...you know.

Um...it's smut. And Supernatural. I think that's all the warning you really need. So read at your own risk.

Not warnings, just things involved:

Size kink. Don't know if that bothers anyone, but if it does, don't read this.

Daddy kink. Because I have daddy issues and if you haven't notices, Sam is daddy.

Praise kink. Don't even ask.

I'm in the bunker's library, trying to figure out a way to get that stupid book down. Some asshole keeps putting it on a high shelf, knowing that I can't reach it. I hate asking people to reach things for me, but I think I might have to, this time. Even standing on something, I can't reach the book. This is so stupid. I just wanna read my favorite book, but some asshole just had to put it on that shelf.

"Need help?"

A turn around and see Sam standing behind me, looking almost amused by my situation. He's got that stupid smirk on his face, as if this is funny. I turn back to face the bookshelf, annoyed with the fact that he's amused by this.

"I just wanted to read a book, but some asshole keeps putting it up there."

All of a sudden, I feel him press against me as he reaches for the book. I'm trying my best to act like this isn't a total turn on for me. The fact that he towers over me is a huge turn on and I'm pretty sure there's a wet spot in my underwear now. He's huge and I really just want him to man handle me. Like, I want this man to hardcore- Wait a damn minute.

"How'd you know what book I wanted?"

"Because I'm the asshole that put it up there."

Why the hell would he do that? He knows that I hate having to get help to reach things. So why would he put my book up there?

"Why? You know I hate asking for help."

"But it's cute."

What's cute about constantly asking him and Dean to get things off high shelves for me? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's frustrating and stupid. But he obviously doesn't feel the same way. While I find it annoying, he finds it...cute?

"What's cute about having to ask you to reach things?"

"You're so small. It's cute."

Is he flirting with me? Sam Winchester? Seriously? I mean, ever since I met him, I hoped that it would happen one day. But now that it's actually happening, I'm not sure what to do.

"You think that me being small is cute? Seriously?"

"Yeah. You're just so, tiny. It's adorable."

I can't tell if he's flirting or teasing.

"Right. Well, I'd like my book."

He looks me in the eyes and holds my book above my head, just out of my reach.

"Come on. Don't be a dick."

"What do you say?"

"What?"

"When you want something from someone, what do you say?"

"Sam, give me my book before I kick you in the dick."

"Not even close."

"Please?"

"Of course. But only because you said please."

He hands me the book and smirks at me as I sit down at one of the tables in the library. He walks away after a few seconds of staring at me. That was weird. I'd expect something like that from Dean. But Sam? I wouldn't expect him to randomly tease me or flirt with me like that.

"Y/n." A voice calls to me from the doorway.

I turn and see Dean entering the room. He's got the Impala's keys in his hand, so I'm assuming he's leaving. Probably to go on a run. We're running low on a lot of stuff. I was starting to think I'd have to make a run, myself. Since apparently two grown men can't keep the kitchen stocked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going on a run. You need anything?"

"No, but can I ask you something before you go?"

"Sure. What's up, short stack?"

"I already told you to stop calling me that."

"Right. What's your question, shorty?"

I roll my eyes, but decide to just let it go, being that Dean could tease me all day long and not get tired of it.

"Sam's acting weird and I was wondering if you knew anything about it. Like why."

"Weird how?"

"Like, I think he was flirting with me. He never does that."

"You still don't know? God Y/n, isn't it obvious?"

"What?"

"Sam's crushing on you. He has been for a while now. I'm surprised it's taking you so long to realize."

So it's true? Sam likes me? I've had my suspicions for a while now, but I didn't think it was true. Especially because of our size difference. He's 6'5 and I'm 4'11. I didn't think he'd wanna be anything more than friends with someone that much smaller than him. Big height differences are a turn on for me, but I wasn't sure if Sam felt the same.

"You're joking, right?"

"You can't tell me you haven't seen the way he looks at you."

He's right. I've seen the way Sam looks at me. Looking back, it's not the way that someone looks at a friend. It's more of a look that you'd give someone you wanna fuck senseless.

"You're serious? You're not messing with me or something?"

"Now why would I do that?"

"Because you're a bit of an asshole sometimes."

"Am not."

"Yes, you are."

"Look, just trust me on this. Sam likes you and he was trying to make a move."

"By teasing me about being short? That seems like more of something you'd do. Did you put him up to it?"

He doesn't say anything and starts heading for the door. I think that's my answer. He definitely put Sam up to it.

"You sort out your feelings on that. I'll be back later."

He leaves and I start thinking, well fantasizing, about Sam. I do that a lot. Mostly when he's not around. I spend a lot of time fantasizing about the things he could do to me. About the things I want him to do to me. Most people would see someone twice their size and sex would be the last thing on their mind. But me? I just want this man to manhandle me until I'm begging him to stop. These are the things I fantasize about when I'm alone and I know for sure that no one's gonna walk in on me. Now that I know my fantasies could come true one day, I only want Sam more. I want him more than I've ever wanted anyone.

"You day dreaming about me again?"

I jump in surprise as Sam walks up behind me.

"Sam, um, I was just, um-"

"Admit it. You want me."

How in the fuck does he know? There's no way in hell he knows. He's gotta be fucking with me. Yeah. Yeah, that's it. He's just fucking around.

"I want an answer, sweetheart."

"Um...I was just reading my book."

"Then why's it still closed?"

Dammit. Busted. I got caught day dreaming about his dick inside me, sucking him off, letting him fuck me while we pull on each other's hair. But he doesn't know exactly what I was fantasizing about. So I think I'm good.

"Thinking about the things I could to do you?" He asks in a husky voice.

Damn that's hot.

BUT HOW THE FUCK IS HE DOING THAT?! IT'S LIKE HE'S READING MY MIND!

"Yes."

I blurted it out like I've been wanting to say it since I first laid eyes on him. I have.

"I knew it. You have all kinds of dirty thoughts, don't you, Y/n? You have all kinds of thoughts about letting me fuck you senseless. Don't you?"

If he only knew the thoughts going through my mind right now. He'd probably call a priest.

"Um, well, I don't-"

"Don't lie to me."

His dominant voice is so...hot.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

He's so close to me now that there's no space between us. I can see his bulge and I'm fighting every urge to suck him off. He's so dominant and so big and so...I want him to fuck me until I can't walk.

"Yes, daddy."

"Tell me what you want."

"Um, I think I'm gonna finish my book in my room. It's kinda crowded in here, don't you think?" I ask as I nervously stand up from my chair.

Now he's towering over me and all I can do is look up at him, hoping that he slams me on this table and fucks me like I've never been fucked before.

"Y-You're really big."

"I've got something big I wanna show you, but only if that's what you want."

Even while being dominant, he's so gentle and sweet.

"Tell daddy what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, daddy."

"As you wish, princess."

The next thing I know, I'm being slammed on the table. Yes, the same table that I was reading on. But this is way more interesting than my book. Sam's pressing small kisses on neck and making his way down. When he gets to the collar of my shirt, he pulls on it slightly.

"Off."

"Yes, daddy."

I follow his instruction and take my shirt off, revealing my lace front bra.

"Good girl."

Well that definitely did something to me. It soaked my underwear. That's what it did. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. I slip it off and Sam latches his lips on to one of my nipples.

"Don't you think we should take this somewhere more private?" I ask, afraid that Dean could walk in on us.

"No. I want you right here, on this table."

And I want him to fuck me right here, on this table. He continues nipping at my nipple, then gives the other one some attention. He starts kissing my breasts and makes his way down to my pants. He looks up at me for consent and I nod. He takes my pants off and starts slipping my underwear off.

"You're sure you wanna do this?"

"Positive. I've wanted this for a while."

"Let me know if I'm going too fast and I'll stop."

I nod and he takes my underwear off. He slips two fingers into my pussy and smirks at me. That smirk does things to me. It makes me wanna cum on his fingers.

"You're already wet for me, princess."

I let out a small moan and he starts pushing his fingers in and out, curling them in all the right ways, hitting all the right places. This is nice, but I'd rather it be his dick. He's watching my facial expressions change and listening to me moan in pleasure.

"I want you to come on my fingers, princess. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, daddy. I can do that for you."

His pace gets faster and I start to reach my high.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. Cum for daddy."

I cum on his fingers and let out a really high pitched moan, which I think pleased him.

"Good girl." He says as he puts both of his fingers in his mouth, tasting me.

Is he trying to make me explode?

"Think you can take something else? Something a little bigger?"

Oh God yes. I nod, anxiously waiting for him to slip his dick into me.

"Words, princess."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Sam, just fuck me already!"

It came out as a really loud moan and I think it sounded desperate. But it got the point across. He nods and takes his fingers out of me. I watch as he starts unbuttoning his jeans. He slips them off, revealing his huge bulge, and then takes off his boxers, letting his dick spring free.

"Woah."

I didn't mean to say that out loud, but his size is...impressive, to say the least. I kinda saw that coming, being that he's a literal giant. But I never thought I'd actually get to see it. It's just like what I pictured in my fantasies about him.

"Think you can take me?"

I think he could split me in half with it, if he really wanted to. And I want that thing inside me.

"Yeah, I can take it."

He aligns his tip with my entrance and slowly pushes himself into me. He starts teasing me, only using his tip, causing me let out a desperate moans of impatience. Somehow, him teasing me is extremely hot. It's probably because I know what he's doing. He's letting me know that he's the one in control. I like the idea of Sam having full control over me. I want him to use me for his own sexual pleasure.

"Daddy-"

"Patience, princess."

He slowly pushes himself deeper into me, then leads my hand to what I can't take.

"You're gonna help me, ok?"

"Ok, daddy."

He starts slowly thrusting into me, trying not to hurt me. But he's not hurting me. If anything, I want him to go faster. Harder.

"Faster."

He slowly gets on top of me and starts going faster. This is exactly what I wanted. This is a feeling that I've wanted Sam to give me for a really, really long time. He's on top of me, thrusting into me and it feels so...awesome.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, no, please don't stop. I'm ok."

He nods and leans down to kiss me. I grab on to his hair while our tongues fight for dominance. His won, being that his is definitely stronger than mine.

"You like that, don't you, princess?"

"Yes, daddy."

I'm moaning at volumes that I didn't think I could go.

"You're doing great, princess. You're doing so good."

I'm pulling on Sam's hair and he's pulling on mine. I can feel myself about to cum and I think he's about to do the same.

"Daddy." I try calling to him, but it comes out as a moan.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so damn good."

The praises only make my urge to cum worse. I'm about to say something when Sam stops me.

"Cum for me, princess. Cum for daddy."

And with that, I'm cuming on his dick. And the floor... Sam's helping me ride out my high and praising me, telling me how good I'm doing.

"Sammy, you'll never- HOLY SHIT! SAM!"

We both jump, realizing that Dean saw...everything. Sam's still inside of me and I'm pretty sure neither of us know what to do. Shit. The last thing I ever wanted for was for my best friend to walk in on me getting fucked...by his brother.

"ON THE TABLE, DUDE?! SERIOUSLY?!"

"We'll clean it up." Sam says, trying his best to keep his cool and not freak out.

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves. If you're gonna have sex, do it in a bedroom, like normal people. NOT WHERE WE SIT AND EAT!"

"Right, Dean. Um, could you maybe, get out?" I say, only really focused on Sam's dick, motionless inside me.

"Go to a bedroom. Please."

He quickly leaves the room and Sam slips out of me, making me whine a little.

"It's alright, princess. It's only until we get to the bedroom."

We both smile and he picks me up and starts carrying me to his room, leaving our clothes in a pile on the ground, in the library. Once in Sam's bedroom, he closed the door and made sure it was locked. Then he put me down on his bed and climbed on top of me. We got right back to work and by the end of the night, we were cuddled up together, in Sam's bed. He's holding me in his huge arms and I'm just laying here, taking in the moment.

"You're so small." He says before planting a kiss to my head.

"And you're so big."

He really did fuck me senseless. I won't be able to walk tomorrow, but it was totally worth it. I'd let Sam fuck me like that any time.

"Are you alright? I didn't go too hard, did I?"

"No, you didn't. I'm ok."

"We should do that again sometime."

"You don't mean that."

"Why wouldn't I mean that?"

"Because you don't like me like that."

"Y/n, I don't fuck people that I don't like like that."

"So you don't think it's weird? Our size difference?"

"No. I think it's cute. And I'd love to show you just how cute I think it is. After you get some sleep."