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chiaraanatra · 11 months ago

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Thief | Part 2

Summary: Sam has been stealing your panties for a while and you finally decide to confront him.

Warnings: SMUT! Characters are 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), teasing, dry humping, scent kink (kinda?), cumming untouched (m), panty stealing, mentions of male masturbation, dom!reader & sub!sam vibes, Sam and reader are both pervs, pet names (good boy), no y/n. Let me know if i missed something.

Word Count: 2.3k

AN: I'm back! sorry for being MIA. But we are coming back strong with Sam the panty sniffer! Inspo hit me then left then came back with a vengeance! Hope you like!

《 Part 1 》《 m.list || ao3 》

"I'll be right back, why don't you find us a movie?" You watched as Sam made his way to the bathroom.

You were up in a second, digging through his drawers in hopes of finding what you were looking for. You scoured his dresser with no luck before turning to his bedside table.

A smile spread across your face when you opened the drawer and were met with the site of Sam's stash of your panties, 5 to be exact. You giggled to yourself, grabbing a pair and closing the drawer.

You quickly walked over to Sam's collection of VHSs, pretending to choose a movie for you two to watch. One movie caught your eye, Thief (1981). You wanted to burst into laughter but stopped when you heard approaching footsteps.

"What did you decide on?" Sam took a seat on the edge of the bed looking in your direction.

"How about this one?" you tossed the box over to him.

He caught it, looking at the cover then back at you, "Thief? In a James Caan mood?" He chuckled to himself.

You smiled at him, "I just think it's appropriate."

Confusion spread across his face, and he let out a breathy laugh, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I think you know." You brought your hand in front of you revealing the panties you took from his drawer, the lacy cloth dangled between your fingers.

"Uhh- what are you- I mean why are you-"

"Sam, have you been stealing my panties?" You tried your best to hide the smirk threatening your lips.

"I- umm... I don't know what you're talking about..." He thought about his words and quickly backtracked, "I-I mean wh-why do you think they're yours? I have... girls over all the time..." Sam's eyes drifted to the ceiling, cringing at his words.

"Sam, I know for a fact these are mine, just like the others in your drawer are also mine." You nodded in the direction of the nightstand.

"Fuck... I- I uhh... Fuck..." He shook his head. You were on to him; you had seen the others and there was no use in trying to cover his tracks. He was spiraling. What would you think of him? Would you hate him? Of course you would!

You looked at the purple lace in your hand, "What do you do with them?"

Your words broke him out of his spiral, "Wha-What?" Were you seriously asking him that?

"You heard me," you toss a pair at him before walking over to stand right in front of him, your eyes staring down into worried pools of blue.

He swallowed thickly. "I-I... Look, I'm sorry! I won't do it again! We can just forget this ever happened..."

"Sam," you bent at the waist, leaning in closer to his ear, "Answer my question."

At this point, he was fighting for his life. Half the blood in his body was flushing his cheeks while the other half went straight to his cock. "Please don't make me admit to this shit..."

"I won't ask again." your voice sounded so different, much more stern, demanding, and God was it hot!

"Fuck... fine! I jerk off with them... I'll wrap them around my dick, or... shove them in my mouth." He covered his face with his hands falling back on his bed. "I'm a sick pervert and I understand if you never want to speak to me again..."

"So would you steal just any girl's panties?" Sam swore he could hear a touch of disappointment in your voice. "Wha-What?" He looked up at you in confusion. "Well, no I..." You fought the smile that threatened to grace your lips, "What makes mine so special?"

"I- umm, well I..." he refused to meet your gaze.

You took his stuttering as an opportunity and climbed onto the bed before maneuvering yourself so your legs were on either side of his hips. Your skirt began to ride up, exposing more of your thighs and you could feel his cock straining against his jeans.

His eyes shot open, "Fuck..." he had never seen anything so perfect; he had imagined you in this position a million times, but his imagination could never live up to the real things.

Your voice once again brought him out of his thoughts, "Do you like me, Sammy?"

He spoke before he had a chance to think his words though. "Of course I do! I've liked you since you moved in next door..."

Did he seriously just confess to his best friend that he liked her?

Sam wanted to cry out of embarrassment and fear. Embarrassment that he just confessed to being an absolute pervert and liking his best friend, and fear that this would cause him to lose you.

When his gaze found yours again, he was greeted with the sight of you biting your lip and smiling. He stared at you in confusion and disbelief. He figured you would be running for the hills, not straddling him and giggling. "Why are you laughing and not freaking out? Also, why are you on my lap? It's really not helping this situation..."

You leaned forward, maintaining your gaze as you rested your head on his chest, "Sammy, I've known for a while that you've been taking them."

"Yo-you've known?!" He tried not to focus on your body being pressed up against his, or the softness of your breast, or the smell of your perfume, of how he wanted nothing more than to kiss you…

"Mhm. At first, I thought I was crazy, so I started leaving them out on purpose. A little experiment. A pair on the floor of my bathroom, another meticulously placed just outside the hamper. Lo and behold, each time you came over they were gone."

"If you knew then why didn't you say anything?!" It had been well over a month since he started this perverted escapade, and not only did you know but you were practically encouraging it.

"I was waiting for the right time," you paused trying to hide a smile, "and I also needed proof."

His gaze met yours, his mouth felt dry, “And now that you have your proof..?”

A smirk came to your lips. You leaned down, your chest pressing into him even more while your lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “I find you guilty of theft Sam Monroe.” You felt Sam waver under you, on edge as he anticipated your next words. “And I think you deserve punishment. And I think I deserve retribution.”

“P-punishment…?” Sam didn't know how to feel. Turned on? Yes, beyond turned on. He had never seen you like this so in control and demanding.

Rather than respond to his question you chose to lick the shell of his ear before moving to his neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.

Sam didn't recognize the needy sounds that were coming from him. Whimpers escaped his lips as you continued your torturous pursuits.

His hands appeared to tease their way under your skirt. However, the moment he was able to feel your soft flesh under his fingertips, your assault on his neck stopped.

"When did I say you were allowed to touch me, Sammy?"

"Fuck, you can't be serious...?"

You lifted your body slightly so your eyes could meet his. "Dead serious." You leaned in, lips so close to his own but not quite touching. "Punishment and retribution." Your breath ghosted over his skin. "If you don't want it, I'll stop. But if you do, and I have a feeling you do, you'll have to beg for it."

A small part of you was anxious, worried that Sam would take the out you had given him. But those fears were quelled by desperate words.

"God, please let me touch you... I'll do anything! I'll be good, I promise... I jus- I just want to make you feel good... Please!"

You had wanted to hold out longer, really make him beg for it. But the need in his voice propelled you forward, connecting your lips to his. His were softer than you expected and he tasted like cigarettes and mint gum.

Sam wasted no time placing his warm hands back under your skirt, reviling at your softness and grabbing at the exposed skin of your thighs, causing your skirt to hike up even more.

You couldn't help but grind your hips against his. He let out a soft groan and your tongue took that as an invitation, dipping into his mouth. The muscles swirled together, feeding off the need you felt for one another.

You could feel Sam's hand tug at your shirt slightly. When you pulled back from him, a sting of saliva connected your lips. You took the opportunity to remove the unnecessary clothing item, revealing the purple lacy bra underneath.

Sam couldn't help but look up at you in awe. You looked like a goddess atop her thrown and he begged whatever deity that might exist that he could forever be that thrown. "God, your so fucking hot..."

You smiled biting your lip at the comment, “What do you want, Sammy.”

His hips bucked slightly upwards as his fingers played with the hem of your skirt, skimming the soft skin of your thighs. His eyes met yours, hoping this would suffice as an answer to your question.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Fuck..." he bit out, "You, I want you…”

You didn't respond. Instead deciding to look down on him and wait for a proper response.

He looked away out of embarrassment. "C-can I taste you?"

"Good boy." You removed yourself from his lap, removing your skirt to reveal matching lace panties.

Before you could make your way back to the bed, Sam was on his knees in front of you, looking up with dark, pleading eyes.

"Look at you... so desperate to please me?"

All Sam could do was nod his head before looking at your clothed core. "Yes, please..."

"Go ahead, baby. Make me feel good."

Without hesitation, Sam pushes himself between your legs, inhaling your sweet scent before kissing the lacy fabric that leaves little to the imagination.

He kissed the fabric a few more times before pulling it slowly down your legs. A low 'fuck' leaves his lips before he is attacking your core. Kissing, licking, and sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your fingers rake through his dark hair, pulling him in closer and grinding yourself against his face.

During his assault, Sam's hand found its way to your already-soaked hole. The tip of his index finger traces your entrance. He wasn't doing it to tease you, but rather waiting for you to tell him he could.

"Mmmm-fuck, Sam...!" Your grip on his hair tightened and he took this as permission.

His long digits took no time at all, curling inside you and finding the soft spot inside you that made your legs shake and your body feel like is crumbling beneath you. "Yes! Right there," you gasp.

Sam was in a trance. Your taste, your scent, the noises you were making, all had him on edge and he had yet to touch himself.

You could feel his hips buck against one of your legs as he reviled in the taste of you on his tongue and a bit of friction on his cock.

He could tell you were close. Your silken walls contract around his finger and he supports more and more of your weight as your legs start to give out. The pace of his hips increased as he tried to chase his high with you.

Your moans went silent as your body curled into him, the band in your stomach seconds away from snapping. "Oh God!"

Sam looked up just in time to watch you cum and he was met with a heavenly image that would play over and over in his head for the rest of his life. He felt a flood of your juices coat his face just as he came undone in his boxers.

You fell forward, trying and failing to support yourself.

Sams's fingers made their exit before his hands firmly held your hips and led you to sit on the bed.

You expected him to undo his own pants, wanting you to return the favor. When he didn’t you could only look at him with curiosity and a little confusion, "Do you want me to help you out...?"

"Umm... actually I'm already taken care of..." He stood, looking at the floor, far too embarrassed to witness your reaction.

You couldn't help the tired giggle that escaped your lips, "Like me that much, huh?"

"More than you know..." He mumbled as he shifted uncomfortably in his now damp boxers.

Your head fell back against his pillows, "Well then, I guess you'll have to explain it to me."

You watched as a not so subtle nervousness took over his features, "In due time, of course."

You reached over to his nightstand, grabbing a clean pair of stolen panties to replace the damp ones currently residing on Sam’s bedroom floor. "Why don't you clean yourself up and we can get back to our movie night?"

Sam bit his lip and stared at his white ceiling. "Yeah okay..." Was all he said before bolting out of his room.

While in the bathroom his mind was spiraling, hoping that this wasn't a dream or even worse a mistake. Sam liked you a lot. Hell, he loved you but he was not ready to admit it to himself. But when he found you with open arms, clad only in his t-shirt, and still on his bed, his anxiety seemed to melt away.

He crawls on top of you, head resting between your breasts. You couldn't help but kiss the top of his head and whisper into his hair, "I like you too, Sammy."

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fandoms--fluff · 10 months ago

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Good Boy

Dom female reader x sub Sam Winchester

Summary: Subby Sam Winchester with a mommy kink

A/n: I wrote this with season 1-2 Sammy in mind but read for whatever season you like

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As you trail kisses down his chest, Sam squirms from where he’s laying underneath you, head resting back into a pillow, and hands gripping the scuffed motel sheets. Your cool hands travel up and down his torso, making him shiver from the cool touch against his warm skin.

You make your way down till you get to his pants, the only article of clothing still left on one of your guys’ bodies. “Should I take these off?” You teasingly ask, getting fervently nods in reply from a flushed Sam. His eyes scrunching closed, feeling your hand breezing over his crotch ever so lightly.

Softly smirking at his eagerness, you quickly unbutton his pants, pulling them and his boxers off, tossing it somewhere in the small space of the motel where the rest of your clothes are scattered about.

Holding out a hand, you lightly trace the bottom of his length up and down. Emitting a moan, Sam bucks his hips upwards into your hand, wanting to feel more.

“You want more Baby?” you ask, teeth biting into your lip.

“Y-yes” he moans out when he feels your hand wrapping around him. “Yes what, Sam?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yes Mommy” he answers, calling her a name that if anyone knew about would surely get a laugh from his brother at the least. Since all men should always be the dominate one compared to a woman, at least that’s what his dad had said scarcely before he left for Stanford and his brother hinting at through the years when he’d talk to him about the girls he went out with. Though he couldn’t give any reason to listen to that crap spewed out, you’re gentle and care more about him than anyone it feels like. Well, except maybe his brother, but that’s a whole different thing with his brother basically raising him instead of their actual dad.

“Good boy” you lean over and whisper into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Lifting your hand up to your mouth, you spit into it before placing it back. You start slowly moving your hand up and down his hardened cock, causing him to whimper and grip the sheets tighter to the point where his knuckles are starting to turn white.

Seeing his reaction, you decide to speed up your pace immensely, “Do you like it when Mommy touches your cock?” She asks after nibbling on his neck, a bruise starting to appear on his pale skin. “Mhm, Mommy it feel good” he answers, clear he’s going further into sub space.

You smile, gently kissing his flushed pink lips a couple times. Sitting back up, you stop stroking his cock, which in return, Sam lets out a whine. Except before he could say anything, you lean down and place a soft kiss on his tip, before taking him into your warm, hot mouth.

You start sucking the head of his cock, progressively taking more of him into your mouth. And with that, has Sam moaning loudly from the amount pleasure you’re giving him. He exhales a loud moan as you suck him all the way down your throat.

Reaching down, Sam takes a handful of your hair splayed against his abdomen, loving the way your hair is so soft against his fingers. You smirk, cupping his balls into your left hand, applying just the right amount of pressure, making his back arch and mouth open in an o shape.

“M- I’m gonna cum” he calls out.

You pull your head back up, “My baby needs to cum?” You ask, a smirk set on your face. Sam nods, turning his head to the side, digging into the musty pillow to hide half his face.

You start pumping him with your hand, going at a fast rate, getting him to moan louder with each stroke. “First I need to see your pretty face, baby” you tell him.

Sam obliges and turns his head back, showing his entire face, watching as you move your hand up and down his cock. “There we go, now Mommy can see her baby’s face. Cum onto Mommy’s hand, sweet boy, cum for Mommy” you say, speeding her hand up magnificently.

“’onna cum, Mommy” he moans, while watching how your big breasts bounce along with your hand movements.

“Go on, baby” you tell him, smiling at the way his brows cutely furrow.

A couple seconds later a rope of cum layers your hand and his lower abdomen. “Good job baby boy, you did so good” You praise him.

He huffs out long breathes, catching his breath while coming down from his high. “Good?” He questions, looking up at you with still glossed over eyes.

“Yeah, my good boy” You move up the bed and lean down, placing a kiss on his lips.

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supernaturalfreakout · 7 months ago

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— Serve you (Sam Winchester x fem!reader)

Summary: Sam is completely infatuated with you, so much so that he practically lays his heart at your feet. He is the most selfless, tender, and attentive lover you have ever had, but he also loves to taunt, tease, and demand, a side of him reserved solely for you, and you can't get enough of it. OR: Sam brings you to orgasm with your bullet vibrator whilst you cockwarm him. Plus some emotional revelations and some ever-so-appropriately-timed philosophical musings. In other words, you're just a couple of hot, horny nerds with a soul-bending emotional connection (emphasis on the horny).

CWs: 18+ MDNI 🔞 Smut, BDSM, dom!sam, sub!you, dom!sam, confessions, mutual longing, cockwarming, vibrator, multiple orgasms.

Notes: This may eventually make an appearance in my longfic, History on Your Side, which I wrote this adjacent to, but I haven't got there yet, and I'm too impatient to keep this to myself. This can also be read as a one-shot. I hope you enjoy!

Sam’s eyes meet yours, the thin band of hazel ringing his pupils glazed with pleasure. The gold flecks in what was left of his irises appear to dance in the lamplight, swimming with desire as he reclines against the headboard, chest rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.

He looks dazed: his lips wet and parted, the sweat on his skin making him glow like a god. You’ve never seen him so...

So...?

He is blinding, angelic, gazing down at you with... what?—adoration?—awe? He’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. How can he even exist? He is beyond comprehension.

Your heart beats a little harder in your throat and you swallow around the lump that has formed, the salty tang of Sam’s release still fresh on your tongue. What is he seeing as he takes in your state: naked and disheveled, what you have just done, what you are planning to do? You can’t be sure, but the way it makes you feel when he looks at you… The way he makes you feel. Him wanting you, desiring you, basking in the afterglow of your ministrations. You feel like the most powerful woman on the planet.

Chancing a smile, you shuffle your already-grazed knees in the blankets.

“I wanna be the best, and worst slut you’ve ever had,” you rasp without thinking, but stop yourself short before saying, I want to be your everything. It’s too much to ask—you know—but fuck, it doesn’t make it any less true.

You watch his eyes widen, then... soften slightly. He is all hard muscle and bone, but you know that beneath that rough exterior is a softer terrain he’s sheltered behind the barricades of his lifestyle for too long. Just like you have. He’d taught you that, no matter how unintended.

“Shit,” he says, his breath hitching. “You already are.”

You already are. It sounds like a confession to your unvoiced thoughts.

“And I,” he continues, leaning forward and cupping your cheek with his palm, “want to be the one to fulfil those desires.” His thumb brushes a gentle stroke against your jaw, making your hairs stand on end, electric. “Every depraved, little thought. Every dirty fantasy. Every desire you’ve been too afraid to ask for—including the ones you deem you don’t deserve.”

He isn’t just talking about sex anymore. This is.... personal. He knows. Somehow, he knows. He’s always known—the way you view yourself—how you’ve deemed yourself unworthy of love. Because... He feels that way too, you realize, your heart breaking a little. This man. This perfect, selfless man, has never deemed himself worthy of love. At least he hadn’t, until—

Sam’s hands find your waist, his calloused hunter's palms gliding over smooth skin, and he pulls you towards him, guiding you onto his lap. You let your knees fall on either side of his hips, his bare skin a warm, familiar comfort against yours.

��I,” Sam says, your face now level with his, “want to be the one who gives that to you, Y/N. It’s my greatest honor to serve you.”

“Serve me?” Your voice is but a whisper, but the question sits heavy on your tongue. It tastes foreign, but sweet, a flavor you’ve never encountered, but now that you have, you’ll never forget the aftertaste.

“Yes,” he says, matter-of-factly. “As your dom, it’s my duty to serve you.”

Duty. That word again. It's come up a lot in your conversations. What is it with this man and his superior sense of moral responsibility? For a seemingly non-religious man, he attaches a lot of reverence to it. For him, it is an imperative. He is attracted to it like flies to honey. He did study for law school, you reflect. Maybe he's read too much Kant?

He cups your cheek again, his gaze flicking between your eyes and lips. “Everything I do is to serve you, Y/N. Even when I’m commanding you, I do it to serve you. Thank you for trusting me to do that.”

A sense of revelation washes over you at his words. Although you’ve never doubted him, not even for a second, trusting someone to anticipate your needs—to know when and how far to push your boundaries, and when to pull back—is not something to be taken lightly. Now, you realize, that putting your trust in him should have been harder than it was.

But he makes it so easy; you’ve never once felt pressured, put on the spot, or coerced. As counterintuitive as it may sound, being his sub—being commanded by him, at his mercy, even being restrained at times—actually makes you feel more free. Liberated. It all suddenly makes so much sense, like a lens snapping into focus.

He looks you in the eye again, steady, analyzing, and you know that he is asking for permission. That look, coupled with the strained sensation against your thigh— You know that this conversation isn’t over, but yet...

You can feel him beneath you—again—hard and insistent. Undeniably desirous. You’ve never known such stamina.

You nod—yes—and that is all the confirmation he needs.

His lips meet yours in a heated kiss, his tongue shortly following, as if he’s savoring every note of your taste.

You shift your weight and your bodies move together as you rise to angle yourself against him.

You join together slowly, deliberately, the stretch of him a welcome pressure that makes you gasp into his mouth. You sink deeper, deeper, until you are held-fast against him. He fills you so completely, so perfectly, you can feel it in your soul. It is more than the physical—you’ve never felt so whole, so complete.

Sam smiles against your lips as he holds you there, unmoving, seemingly happy to just sit here inside you.

“You see?” he says. “We fit perfectly together, you and I.”

“You’re such a romantic,” you tease.

“Maybe. Maybe it’s just the effect you have on me.”

Playfully, you roll your eyes, start to say something, but are stopped short as Sam’s lips attach themselves to the base of your throat, causing you to let out an embarrassingly breathy moan.

“You were saying?” He chuckles, continuing to explore your neck with his lips and tongue.

“I..." you sigh. "I can’t remember.”

He chuckles again, smugly, then moves his lips to nibble at your earlobe. The way his body presses against yours angles his cock even tighter into your sweet-spot, and the desire below your belly cascades with liquid heat.

“Fuck,” he growls, low and deep, his breath hot against your ear. “I can feel you baby—what this is doing to you. You’re so fucking wet. So fucking responsive. Such a good girl for me.”

You don’t even bother to hold back your moans now, it is all too much—he knows exactly what to do, knows exactly what to say to get you going. Always has.

“Yes,” you mewl. “And it’s all for you, Sir. All for you...”

You begin to grind your hips, chasing that high only he can give you, but Sam clearly has other plans.

“Hey,” he whispers, placing his hands on your hips to still you. “Not yet. Slow down.”

As frustrating as it is, you comply. Sam has a way of testing your patience like no one else. It has always been worth it, though.

You watch as he extends his arm to the side, rummages around in your bedside dresser. Immediately, you know exactly what he has planned, and you throb around him at the thought.

His hand emerges grasping a small, silk, drawstring pouch, and you watch as he slides out your small-but-mighty bullet vibrator.

It may not look like much, but it is powerful, versatile and lends itself perfectly for situations like the one you currently find yourself in.

You’d told him about your toys—this one especially—seeing as it had kept you company most recently whilst he was away.

He sets the empty pouch back in your drawer.

“So this is what had you screaming my name down the phone?” he says, smirking.

You whole body flushes at the memory: Sam’s voice in your ear as you both got yourselves off; you at home, Sam in some dingy motel room when he’d managed to steal some time alone.

“It might be small,” you say, “but it’s very effective.”

“Hmm,” Sam says, considering. “I think it’s about time we get acquainted, then.”

You watch open-mouthed as Sam brings your vibe to his lips, letting the tip enter his mouth.

“Cold,” he says, then pushes it in further, coating the entirety of the metal with his saliva.

You continue to gape as he removes it, then after three testing clicks with his thumb, sets the vibe alive.

The sound of the buzz alone has you tingling, especially at the thought of Sam controlling it.

“May I?” he asks, holding the device between you, always asking for permission, always the gentleman, even as he plans to torment you.

Your nod is urgent, but Sam’s actions are anything but as he brings it to rest lightly against your mouth. The sensation is strange, but not unpleasant, and it sends a tingling sensation right through your brain.

“Open,” he demands, and you comply, letting the vibe buzz against your tongue for a minute before he drags it down your chin and across your jaw, painting your combined saliva in a shiny, wet stripe across your flesh.

When it meets the side of your neck, you flinch, giggling. You’ve always been ticklish there. Sam knows that, and he only looks amused.

After that agony, he drags it over your collarbones, then over your chest, taking a moment to circle the tip around your already-erect nipples, making them pebble even further.

“That good?” he asks with a smile, no doubt in response to your increasing moans, and you nod, biting your bottom lip.

“Good,” he says, satisfied.

After another few moments, he slowly trails the vibe down your stomach, as if the tip were a knife skimming the surface of your skin, too light to scratch the surface. You are ready, itching with anticipation, desperate for the ache between your legs to be quelled, but before it reaches its destination, it veers of to the side, snaking its taunting vibrations along the insides of your thighs. Not where they're meant to be.

A groan of want erupts from your vocal cords, a pathetic, audible manifestation of all your sexual frustration and tension. It is torture, and just like Sam to add salt to the wound.

Your clit is throbbing, pulsing with need, and you can’t stop yourself from rocking into his pubic bone for a fragile semblance of relief.

At that—and in true Sam fashion—he pulls the vibe away completely, stealing a kiss before you can do so much as protest.

His free hand moves to tangle in the hair at the base of your skull and tugs with just enough force to let you know that he is in control. As if you didn't already know, as if you weren't already completely possessed by this man.

He’s throbbing now, too, you can feel it—aching inside you—yet his kiss is anything but urgent; it is controlled, completely deliberate, and utterly frustrating. You want to be devoured.

His tongue glides against yours at an agonizingly slow pace, and you have no choice but to let the feel and taste of him flood your senses, completely override your nervous system. He is soft, and sweet, and tender in all the right places, though sharp, hard, and demanding in equal measure, in a way that is so uniquely him, and the combination is intoxicating. Your own personal class A.

Is it possible to be addicted to a person? you wonder in earnest, because you're now certain that what you've been experiencing when you're away from him is nothing less than withdrawal symptoms.

When he finally pulls back, you are breathless, but his breath is steady. How does he do it? you wonder. Stay so calm? You suppose that is why he is such a good Dom for you: he is the gravity keeping you in orbit in an otherwise chaotic universe. The steadying force, keeping you from spinning out of control. Without him you’d either combust, or float around aimlessly like you had done for the past several years.

When you are least expecting it, Sam finally acquiesces, resting the shiny surface shyly against your swollen clit—so shyly that you are still forced to chase—and it drives you fucking crazy. You know how much satisfaction he derives from making you so uptight and needy, and the sound that leaves your body at that moment is bound to have pleased him with now desperate you sound.

Shifting your hips, you press up into him, wedging the vibe snugly between your bodies, and this time, he lets you. The rumble is ecstatic, and you gasp as the sensations take over, dissolving every rational thought inside your skull.

It doesn’t take long. After all that apprehension, you are a loaded gun; quite literally cocked and ready to blow.

Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back, and in pure ecstasy, release another high-pitched squeal of pleasure.

Sam laughs at that—actually laughs—and then it's his lips on your throat again, his voice in your ear.

"That's it, moan for me, baby. Ah—fuck—you're so tight, so close already, I can feel it. Come around my cock, princess. Yeah, that's it. My beautiful, beautiful girl..."

His words. His voice. His lips. His tongue on your neck. His cock inside you... It's all so... perfect. He's perfect. So—

You start to tremble uncontrollably, so overcome by all these emotions it would feel demeaning to name, and then it hits you, all at once, like a freight-train derailing, again, and again ...

“Fuck!” you scream, as your climax seizes you, grasping you by the throat and throttling you blue. And as quick as the first one leaves, another simmers in it's wake, surging towards you like a lightning bolt—sharp, intense, and impossible to escape.

As the high of the second also fades out, your head is left hazy with endorphins and you are sweating buckets despite the goosebumps that have also risen on your skin.

In addition to your dizzy satisfaction, you also feel clammy and sticky, your skin sticking to Sam's with the liquid heat of your combined bodies. It's undeniably gross, but Sam doesn't mind in the slightest. In fact, he can't seem to get enough.

"Sam—" you cry, trying but failing to bat him away as he returns the vibe to your clit, assaulting your bud with a force that makes you hiss through clenched teeth. "S-sensitive!"

"I know, baby," he says, and he does know, but he's also using his dom voice, and that can only mean one thing.

"C'mon, baby," he says, as you continue to squirm and squeal against him. "Please, let me give you another. You've got more in you, I know it."

"But Sam I—I can't—" you whine.

"Yes you can," he says adamantly. "You can, and you fucking will."

At that, you have no choice but to give in, clawing your nails into Sam's shoulders hard enough to mark as he turns the vibrations up to the max and tears well in your eyes and dribble down your cheeks.

You're so sensitive from your first two orgasms that the stimulation is almost painful, but you're also so enthralled by him that any pain you feel is secondary to the overwhelming pleasure you feel being at his command.

You could always safeword if you wanted, you both know you could, that's why he feels so comfortable in pushing you, and you in letting him. You do in fact have a choice; you always have with Sam. There's always a way out if you wanted; a way to escape this vulnerability, this powerlessness. But, despite yourself—despite everything—you don't.

Instead, you resume your chase, rocking your hips frantically into his to meet his demand, pushing yourself to the edge of overstimulation and then over, finally manifesting in a pleasure that is threefold and leaves you reeling in catharsis. In control. In power.

"That's it, baby," Sam growls, almost aggressive now in his devotion as you buck against the vibe, practically wailing his name as hot tears zizzle down your cheeks and evaporate against your skin.

"That's it. My good fucking girl. My perfect little slut. Fuck—you're so hot—screaming like that. Fuck—you're gonna make me come. Please," he groans. Pleads. Begs. His restraint finally fraying. It's always so satisfying to watch it break.

"Please make me come. Princess deserves it. Princess deserves all my cum."

And you're not a religious person by any means, but dear god, this... This feels like worship. Like reverence.

And sure as hell, it is enough to do it, and he is right. Again.

Is he always fucking right?

The tangled knot inside you frays, and then finally breaks, and you can't contain yourself any longer.

Whiteness spreads behind your eyes and your body trembles with an intense, visceral relief that leaves you unable to do anything but cling onto the only man that has ever made you feel weightless. Who knows you better than anyone should have the right to. Who always makes you feel powerful, even in vulnerability.

Gauging your reactions, Sam clings back, cradling you to his chest and rutting his hips upwards as you both come together in a writhing ball of orgasmic bliss.

A few, sweat-soaked minutes later, collapsed and tangled together in euphoria, Sam concedes with a grin, “Very effective, indeed.”

Even he is breathless now.

#sam winchester x reader #fanfic #supernatural #sam winchester #x reader #sam winchester smut #dom!sam #sub!reader #sam winchester x you #smut

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zapernz · 2 years ago

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hello, back at it again with another request <333

sub!sam monroe with an alternative dom!reader? like eyeliner, edgy music, piercings, the works

reader absolutely degrades the fuck out of poor sam and perhaps overstimulates him?? i mean he did cum from literally just kissing in the film so it does not take much to make the poor boy riled the hell up

i’m sorry if this is weirdly specific or too broad, this is purely self-insert for me as an alternative girlie whose spirit animal is sam monroe

sugar honey ice & tea

warnings: heavy degradation, dracyphilla, handjob, overstimulation

a few months ago sam decided to brat out big time which resulted in you giving him a lesson by giving him a new rule - that he cant get off without your help, which leads us tonight.

you sit on the edge of your bed, finally taking off your platform boots, standing back up to your dresser taking off your various necklaces and bracelets.

your phone buzzes, it’s ts sam texting you. what on earth does he want at 1:28am?.

you open the text from sam that reads “need your help”, you smirk to yourself and respond with a simple, “come here then.”

you swear it hadn’t even been five minutes when your door bursts open, you look at him, panting, flushed, and a prominent outline in his pants. “oh baby, cmere”, it takes him a moment to process your words but once he does he slams the door behind him and immediately sits down on the bed.

when you dont immediately start kissing him he looks at you and pouts “please”. you usher him so he’s lying down comfortably, and so you can straddle him. he lets out a whimper at the feeling of you sitting on him.

you start putting your hands under his black shirt, making him shiver from the cold rings on his hot body. you pull the shirt over his head, and immediately start kissing his neck, he starts squirming, he can’t hold on this long, he held on all day. you pitch his nipple making him whine, “stop squirming bitch”. you start harshly sucking on his sweet spot making him moan out “please”.

ignoring his plea, you start moving down to his collarbones, leaving marks here and there, you make your way down to the top of his pants. holding your fingers over the button of his jeans looking up at him until he mumbles an, “off”. you get his jeans off just leaving him in his boxers, with a clear precum stain, you chuckle, “what do we have here hm?” he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to somehow avoid you. “jesus you’re hard as a rock sam.” you move your hand to run it over his dick sitting uncomfortably hard in his boxers, he whines “please”.

in one quick motion you remove his boxers, running one finger lightly up his shaft, making it twitch, you hold your palm up to his mouth, “spit”, he spits into your palm. “you’re a dirty little thing sam.” you say, as you move your hand back down and finally wrap your fist around his aching dick. he hisses and throws his head back, you start to jerk him off quickly, making him jolt. you slow down your movements giving him a moment to breathe before speeding up again. “f-fuck” he cries out.

you use your spare hand to push on the bruises you made earlier, making him wince. “you like that dont you? such a little slut for me, arent you?” his fists are gripping the sheets, his chest is all red, along with his face. “are you gonna be a good little whore for me sam?” he starts nodding frantically unable to form a coherent sentence. “show me how good then. cum for me.” at this he lets out an absolutely whoreish moan, and cums hard, painting your fist white, he’s letting out breathy moans and whimpers as you stroke him through it.

you leave a kiss on his hip bone as you keep stroking him, his legs start shaking, and he looks at you pleading, his eyes begin to tear up at the overstimulation hits him. “be a good slut for me sam, you can give me another one.” he starts shaking his head in disagreement, you grab his chin with your free hand, “it doesnt matter what you want, youre gonna give it to me, because thats what whores like you do.”

the tears fall out of his eyes, the eyeliner that was once on his eyes, is now falling down his cheeks, staining them.

he lets out a hiss as you swipe your thumb across the tip, “oh- im” his dick starts twitching, legs start shaking even more, with your free hand you grab one of his, letting him hold onto you. he starts letting out incoherent babbles, and you squeeze his hand. “you can do it sam, cmon give it to me” and with that, he’s cumming for a second time, moaning, whimpering, whining, the whole lot.

#mortalheartache 🕸️#zapz writes #sam monroe smut #sam monroe #anakin skywalker #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #sub!anakin #dom reader #anakin smut #dom!reader #sub anakin #anakin x reader

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midorisplash · 1 year ago

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Your Private Dancer.

Pairing: Striper!JakeWebber x OwnerDom!Reader.

A/N: Based of @samandcolby-ownme Story. I wanted to switch the roles so I had to write this real quick. Link to their story.

Warning: Praising, handjob, Gn!reader but use of ma’am once, name calling, Finger sucking.

“Jake!” You yell. He looks around a moment then over to you, as soon as he saw you face a smile plastering over his own sliding his hand down the staircase from the stage.

You smiled back watching him almost bounce his way over to you. “You looked amazing tonight sweetheart!” You spoke reaching a hand out and placing it at his waist.

“Did i?” He giggled feeling your hand run down along his waist to his ass slapping it while pulling him closer. He yelped and bit his lip. “Come with me.” You spoke pulling away grabbing hold of his hand and walking to your office.

He nodded quickly and let you drag him along, down a dark hallway to your office.

You walked over to your desk sitting down in your chair pulling him so he was standing infront of you.

“You wanted a private dance Huh?” Jake smiled. You nodded putting your arms on the chairs rest looking him up and down.

“I’ll do it. If you promise you'll touch me.” He whispered bringing his hands to his belt swinging his hips to the faint music being heard from the club. He started to slowly undo his belt turning his back to you pushing his butt out before sitting down on your lap wiggling his hip.

“You’ll touch me right?” He moaned letting his head fall back on your shoulder. You couldn't help smile.“You’re such a horny slut jake.” You whisper one of your hands coming to his neck as the other came around his waist taking his belt off and unzipping his pants.

“I’m your slut.” He whispered back.

You used your hand to pull his pants down enough his hard dick was exposed Jake lifting up his hips to help you. He groaned quietly at the cold air of your office hitting his tip while dragging his hand to the one you had on his neck bring it up to his mouth to suck your fingers.

“I’ll touch you, if you beg for it like the slut your are.” You whispered.

His hips thrusted up at your words pulling two of your fingers out his mouth. “Please touch me. I’m a horny fucking slut that needs your touch.” He whined. “Fuck I need it so bad. Please.” You smiled pleased with his begging pushing your fingers back into his mouth using your other hand to wrap around his dick, finally reliving some pressure.

He pushed his butt into your lap as your hand started to glide up and down his shaft a sticky layer of precum making you hand slide effortlessly. His eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you..” Jake groaned around your fingers. You kissed his shoulder up to his neck starting to suck barely, pulling your fingers out his mouth down to his pierced nipple rubbing at it with small circles. He smiled and wiggled his hips thrusting up in your fist.

As a warning you squeezed his dick biting his neck. “Fuck y/n!” He giggled through a moan.

“Tell me how good I did today. How much you love watching me.. Tell me I’m your fucking favorite.” You rubbed at his tip pinching at his nipple. “You did so good today, everyone couldn’t keep their eyes off you tonight. I’m so glad I get to have you all to my self.” You whispered close to his ear. His mouth hung open soft moans spilling out of him as his hips wiggled against your lap.

You pulled off his dick to flick his tip listening to him whine out in pleasure. “Ugh! Keep going please!” He whined. You flicked his tip one last time before wrapping your hand back around him jerking him off quickly.

With you one of your hands toying at his sensitive nipple and the other stroking his thick dick he couldn’t help get unbelievably close, his moans getting higher pinched with each stroke.

Jake brung his hand to his stomach rubbing at it in search to help ease the rough orgasm he was getting closer and closer too. You looked up to him watching his eyes squeeze tightly closed and his mouth fall open he was quiet for a short while before groaning loudly.

“I'm cumming!” He moaned.

You then pitched his sensitive nipple roughly leaving his shaft to stroke only his red tip cum spraying into the plam of you hand. He wiggled around gripping at the arm rest of your chair with his free hand. “fuck me! oh my god!” He whined rubbing his stomach before wrapping his hand arm around his waist.

He slowly opened his eyes squinting to watch his dick shoot a few more ropes of cum onto your hand.

You kept rubbing his tip until you noticed he was starting to settle down, then you pulled away holding your hand away from his body and yours. “look at the mess you made Jake. You know you have to clean up after yourself right?” He nodded weakly grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips sucking at your fingers still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. “Good boy.” You giggled patting his head.

He licked your fingers clean and smiled turning on your lap to look at you. “Now cover up and and get back on the stage for me? They all probably miss the best dance of the night.” He beamed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am..”

#dom!reader #jake webber smut #sub!jake #sub!Jake Webber #jake webber x reader #jake webber x you #sam and colby smut

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purple-babygirl · 1 year ago

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Hi! I just discovered your blog and i love your writing so so much! I wanted to ask if it's not too much work if you could give us a Sambucky version of something lent instead of it being Sebastian and Anthony? It's totally fine if you don't want to or don't have time. I hope you have a wonderful day!

something lent (SamBucky version)

Pairing: Mob!Sam Wilson x f!reader x Mob!Bucky Barnes Word Count: 8,326 (i know) Summary: Sharing is caring, no? Warnings: 18+ content. pure smut with little plot, nsfw, Mob AU, mention of a safe word, petnames, use of a butt plug, oral (m and f receiving), deep throating, vaginal and anal penetration, fingering, cuckolding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome (m x f x m), multiple orgasms, squirting, one face slap, slight degradation. This is nothing but self-indulgent filth. A/N: thank you for being so patient, nonnie i know it's been a week. i understand that not a lot of people are comfortable reading RPF especially smut and that's okay. i rewrote you a SamBucky version like you asked. please enjoy xx💜 ~~~~ She didn’t mind being Bucky’s pet. She actually loved it. She was a nobody when he first found her, an innocent, feeble soul for him to corrupt and own. She didn’t put up much of a fight when he told her he wanted her because back then she needed what he’d offered. But now she couldn’t imagine being without him.

Bucky stole her heart and she gladly let him, never having felt safer. He gave her a life, made her the princess of his mansion and heart. He had all that he could possibly want in the palm of his hand but she remained his most precious possession.

“Do you trust me, puppy?” Bucky asked, his hand cupping her cheek gently.

“With my life, sir.” She gave a genuine smile, leaning into his warm touch. She was in position, on her knees for him by the front door just the way he liked. Bucky had told her to wait there and she obediently has been for the past hour, just awaiting his arrival to their home.

She was his obedient, little puppy; his submissive, good girl. Bucky loved her more than anything in the world and he never thought a day where he’d want to share her would come. But Sam needed to be persuaded if Bucky wanted any part in that new deal. They were friends, yes, but business was business. And it wasn’t like Bucky missed how his girl would secretly check the man out whenever he would stay for dinner. How dare he deny her whatever her heart desired?

So maybe for one night, just one, for these ‘compelling circumstances’, Bucky could manage to share her with Sam. Just one night.

“If I wanted you to do something, you’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? You’d make me proud?”

Sam was at the end of the room with a devious smirk on his face, knowing he had Bucky right where he wanted him. This deal wasn’t going to be his unless Sam let him have it and Sam’s price was high. “Babygirl, come to the office. Daddy's angry.” Bucky said into the phone and the man before him swallowed harshly. In less than a minute, there was a shy knock on the door and she peeked before sauntering inside, but Bucky tsked, shaking his head. “You know better, puppy.” She dropped to her knees on the hard marble at the mention of her pet name, crawling like an animal till she reached Bucky's chair. “Good pup, open,” he ordered, tapping his hard cock on her cheek. “Sir, is this really necessary?” The man gulped when he heard her gag under the desk. “I'm putting my cock down her throat so I won't put a bullet down yours. Would you like that better?” Bucky growled, withdrawing from her mouth briefly before sliding back inside, making her gag. “N-No, sir. Forgive me.” “Continue talking then.”

Later that day, Sam got the courage to ask for what he really wanted while he had the chance. “What's it gonna take for you to give me that deal, Wilson?” he asked, stretching his legs out on his large desk. “A taste of your puppy.” “What!!” Bucky let his legs down, his eyes throwing daggers at Sam. “I want a night with her.”

“She's no whore and she's mine.” “I know. Makes me want her even more.” Bucky only glared in reply. “Just one night, have her at my mercy and do whatever I want with her, and then we'll talk about that deal.” “Yes, sir. Always.” She didn’t know what he was talking about, but no matter what he wished from her, she knew that would be her answer. She existed to make Bucky pleased and proud.

“Sam is with me. He’s waiting outside,” Bucky informed her, thumb caressing her cheek and soft blue eyes gauging her reaction.

“Would he be staying for dinner?”

She was kind of screwed if that was the case because she’s only prepared dinner for two, knowing how much her sir hated it when they wasted food.

“If you’re the meal, yes,” Bucky chuckled darkly.

“W-What?”

“I’m thinking about lending you to Sam tonight, baby girl. It’s business-related. What do you say?”

Lending. It was only fitting, considering she was Bucky’s property. She knew that and she treasured it. She didn’t need him to explain how this was related to his work or why she was expected to help. She trusted Bucky. She also couldn’t deny that Sam was hotter than the hell she might end up burning in because of all the things she let and continues to let Bucky do to her.

“Whatever you want, sir. You know best,” she echoed his words to him, wanting him to know she trusted him and was up for whatever he wanted to do with her. And if what he wanted just happened to be lending her to Sam Wilson, whatever that meant, then who was she to say no?

“Baby girl, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, tell me now,” Bucky calmly told her; wanting her to refuse now if she had it in her.

He didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything, especially this. If his girl didn’t want to do this, then to hell with their deal; he was sending Sam home.

“It’s okay, sir. I want to,” she muttered shyly.

“What was that?” Bucky smirked.

“I-I want you to lend me to Sam tonight,” she stuttered.

“You’re one good slut, puppy.” Bucky sighed in pride, his touch leaving her.

“Sir,” her smaller hand got hold of his before he could walk to the front door to let Sam in, “you’re gonna be there, right?”

“Of course, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her coconut-smelling head.

“Okay.” She nodded and let out a relieved huff as she watched him welcome Sam inside.

“Hey, baby,” Sam warmly smiled at her, as if she wasn’t literally kneeling at his feet and he wasn’t there to bang her brains out.

“Hello, Sa-” She stopped herself, not sure if she was allowed to call him Sam.

“Sir?” Her lost eyes found Bucky’s, not wanting to be anything but good for him. He immediately understood.

“She wants to know if she can call you by your name,” Bucky explained to a slightly confused Sam.

“Oh, yeah! I was hoping you’d be screaming it tonight, babe, so,” Sam shrugged flirtatiously, giving her a lopsided smirk that made her heart flutter. Bucky felt a minor tug at his own when he saw her bite back a smile.

Was this a good idea? Even if it wasn’t; it was sort of too late to go back now.

“Alright, do you remember your rules, puppy?” Bucky asked, changing subjects.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded with a smile.

“Wait, what are her rules?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you tell Sam about our rules while I get a drink, baby girl?” Bucky suggested before reluctantly walking to the kitchen to fetch glasses. He needed something to help him bear what was about to happen.

She looked up at Sam with her wide, puppy eyes, waiting for him to second her permission to speak. He realized that must be where she got her pet name from now. “Go ahead, baby,” Sam told her, his thick fingers twirling some of her waves around his fingers, playing tenderly with the hairs.

Shit, she was nervous.

“I- um- I’m not allowed to speak unless I’m spoken to, or move unless sir tells me to. I’m not allowed to touch sir or myself without permission,” she recited like the good girl she was for Bucky, and was soon to be for Sam, “not allowed to address sir by his name, and I’m not allowed to- to cum without permission either.”

Her face was flushed when she got to the last rule as Sam’s fingers, now fully immersed in her scalp, moved her head upwards to face him. She wondered if Sam’s eyes were originally this dark or if they were darkening like her sir’s did during their scenes.

“Good girl. And you know you can stop us both at any point, any second, just whenever you feel like it’s too much or if you’re overwhelmed,” Bucky reminded her. He was very protective of her, and her safety was his first priority.

“I know, sir.” She nodded, smiling lovingly at the caring man reappearing before her.

“What’s your safe word, puppy? He asked her, handing Sam his drink.

Sam let go of her hair and took the glass, sipping on the drink as he intently eyed her sundress-clad body.

“Red,” she said her word out loud.

She was so proud of herself for never having used it before, and she wasn’t intending on using it anytime soon either. Bucky never pushed her to the point where she needed her safe word. But it made Bucky feel better to know she remembered she had a way out; the option to stop. It was important to him that she knew that he would never let anything happen to her without her consent and desire, so she didn’t mind when he did this every time before a heavy session. If anything, the anticipation of what she presumed to come made her leak in her panties.

“That’s right. And you’re gonna use it if you need to, yes, puppy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And what if you can’t talk?”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the question.

“I tap your nearest body part 3 times.”

“Show Sam how you do it.” Bucky nodded towards his friend.

She obediently lifted a hand up and tapped the back of Sam’s thigh three consecutive taps.

“Did you feel that?” Bucky asked him, wanting to make sure her touches were recognizable.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Okay, and what if you can’t move your hands, baby girl?”

“I close my eyes shut and sir will stop right away.”

“That’s right. And other than that?”

“I’m never allowed to break eye contact with sir if my mouth is busy,” she told him her last, unofficial rule.

“Good girl. Now go wait in the bedroom while I have a word with Sam, puppy.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

Without another word, she got up and left, her heart beats racing her up the stairs.

“What kind of shit do you do to your girl, man? Why wouldn’t she be able to talk or touch?!”

“Be a little patient and you might find out tonight.” Bucky downed the rest of his drink.

“Now, for your rules,” Bucky started.

“My rules?” Sam chuckled.

“You’re not allowed to cum in her pussy. That’s mine to fill,” Bucky continued, looking as stern as Sam’s ever seen him.

“Alright, fair enough.”

“I want you to make sure she’s using please and thank you or else you punish her.”

“Copy that.” Sam smirked. He was almost as sadistic as Bucky was. Almost.

“If she says her safe word you stop at once. I don’t care what you’re doing, you stop it.” Bucky’s tone left no room for messing around. He was serious about this. If they were going to do it, they were going to do it right.

“Alright, man. If she says stop I stop.”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I said.” Bucky smirked, shaking his head.

“Wha-”

“If she says stop, keep going. She doesn’t mean it.” Bucky smirked wider, “if she says red, however, your touch instantly leaves her.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sam frowned.

“Yeah, she loves to beg.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his perfect girl pleading before walking to the stairs, “You comin’?”

When both men entered the room, Sam’s eyes darkened even more at what they were met with.

She was out of her dress. Her hair was now tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks glowing, arms bent behind her back and her folded knees parted. Her rounded breasts were on display, hard nipples hiding behind the thin lace. She looked delicious, ripe and ready for the taking. And boy was Sam ready to take.

Her heart was thrumming in her ears. She knew all the gentleness from downstairs was about to vanish. She knew she was about to be treated like a fucktoy by both of these mob men and she couldn’t wait.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Sam whispered, taking in the simple, rose lingerie hugging her body and licking his lips.

“Show Sam what you got for your birthday, puppy,” Bucky ordered, closing the bedroom door behind him.

She swallowed shyly before turning around and bending forward to give Sam a full view of her ass and the red jewel peeking out from between its cheeks, the thin string of her thong doing nothing to cover it.

Bucky’s gotten her a lot of stuff on her birthday, but this glass butt plug was among her top favourties. It was big enough to hurt just the right amount. He knew she couldn’t feel pleasure without it being mixed with a little pain. He knew everything there was to know about her inside out.

She had no idea why Bucky told her to slip the plug in that morning but she knew better now and she was dripping wet with excitement. Her face was hot because she knew this wasn’t a mere show. Bucky was letting Sam know he could fuck her ass if he wanted to and she was more than ready for him to do just that.

“Holy fuck.” Sam felt his pants tighten when he saw the toy held inside her ass. The grown man almost made grabby hands at the sight.

“You can turn back around now, baby girl.”

She did and her eyes looked up to Bucky as a matter of habit, her heart running a marathon in her chest.

Bucky couldn’t help but smirk proudly at Sam’s reaction, jealousy no longer that present in his system. He gave his girl one adoring, reassuring smile before walking and sitting down on the couch facing the side of their bed. He was more ready than he’d realized he was to sit in the only front row seat available and enjoy the show that was about to start.

She, on the other hand, didn’t move a muscle, her eyes looking back down at the floor after meeting Bucky’s, focusing on Sam’s shiny shoes. Her hands remained behind her back and her thighs remained open while she kneeled on the floor by the end of the bed.

“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” Sam whispered lustfully, one finger lifting her chin up.

Her eyes wanted to flicker to Bucky for permission, but she reminded herself she was Sam’s for the night. Bucky has lent her to him. She was to take her orders and get her permissions from Sam now.

“Sam asked you a question, puppy.” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her trance, indirectly reminding her of the rules she was supposed to follow. She had to focus if she wanted to make Bucky proud. She had to be his good girl even if it meant being so for another man while he watched. Especially if it meant being so for another man while he watched.

“A-Anything you want, Sam.” Her answer drew a wicked smile on Sam’s full lips.

“You know I respect you, right?” He asked, his tone serious, confusing her for a second.

“Yes?”

“Good, remember that ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t tonight.” Sam smirked and patted her cheek before walking and taking a seat next to Bucky on the couch. She swallowed at the not-so-subtle warning, anticipation rising inside her belly and wetness rushing out of her core.

“Com’ere,” Sam called for her, remembering her rule: she wasn’t allowed movement without permission.

She was quick to get her hands on the floor, crawling to where Sam sat, kneeling by him and waiting for more instructions. She could feel two sets of eyes burning holes into her as she got closer to the couch but she refused to let it intimidate her.

Sam kept her kneeling before him, just basking in his newfound feeling of authority. He then took his jacket off, finding his Cuban cigars and a lighter before leaving it on the arm of the couch.

She looked so innocent even in such revealing lingerie and Sam wanted nothing more than to see that innocence ruined. He lit up his cigar, watching her closely, waiting for her to look up without permission; to break a rule. But she didn’t.

“Bring me that ashtray.” He pointed to the ashtray on the bedside table.

“Yes, Sam.” She instantly crawled back to carry out the order.

She stared up at the ashtray for a second, trying to figure a way to get it back to Sam. She knew she couldn’t get up on two feet, and she couldn’t carry the heavy ashtray in her mouth either. So instead she lifted one hand up to get hold of the glass object, and then carefully placed it on the center of her back. She put her arm back on the ground as slowly as possible before crawling back to Sam.

“Fuck me,” Sam breathed lowly but Bucky heard him.

“Come’ere, sexy,” he smirked, beckoning her with his finger.

She eventually arrived by the man’s knees, not moving a muscle; her body serving as Sam’s own table, offering him the ashtray and everything else under it.

“You’re such a good pet. I see why your sir never wants to leave the house.”

“Thank you, Sam,” she whispered shyly, giving a shy smile.

Sam removed the heavy glass from her back, setting it between himself and Bucky on the couch and tapped his cigar over it. She sat back on her knees in her default position.

“Take those off, baby.” Sam ordered, the tip of his shoe rubbing between her legs over her baby pink thong, “you don’t need ‘em.”

Keeping herself from whimpering, she did as she was told and kneeled back, feeling the air hit her wet cunt. She was more exposed now and a chill ran through her back when she felt Sam eyeing her wetness.

“Look at your pussy glistening when no one’s even touched you yet!” Sam mocked, bringing the tip of his shoe back under her core.

“So you’re not allowed to move without permission, huh?”

“Yes, Sam,” she mumbled.

“Not allowed to cum either?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“Let’s see how good you are at following your rules then.” Sam smirked devilishly, taking a long puff from his cigar as he brought his foot up, nudging her clit with the front of his shoe, “eyes on me.”

She bit her lip and looked at the man, trying not to squirm as the frictionless leather shoe started slowly moving back and forth between her thighs. Sam glided his foot all the way back and her clit got caught on the pointed tip again, making her breath hitch in her throat.

The patent leather was sliding so smoothly under her pussy, almost making squeaky sounds with how wet she was. A shiver slightly shook her thighs when her bud was nudged again but she kept her posture and let out a pleasured sigh. She was getting close and her face and neck were hot.

Bucky knew that look too well and he bit down his lip at the thought of Sam getting his girl so flustered so fast. He hated watching her get teased by another man and hated the raging boner it was giving him.

“Maybe you are as good as Bucky tells me after all.” She didn’t even notice the shoe was no longer touching her until Sam’s impressed voice filled her ears.

“Th-thank you, Sam.” She smiled proudly, finally able to breathe, though her clit still throbbed.

His shoe was now glossy with her arousal and she stared at it in slight embarrassment. She wondered what Bucky was thinking. Was he proud of her? Was he going to punish her for getting so wet for Sam?

“I also heard you were good with your mouth.” Sam cupped her cheek and traced his thumb along her lower lip. She nervously nodded in confirmation.

He took his touch away from her, “show me then, clean the mess you made on my shoes.”

Her mouth opened and closed at the instruction, but she quickly got back on her hands, bowing by Sam’s feet to lick a strip on top of the shoe she’d dirtied. She nearly made a face at the taste of herself tainted with the taste of leather.

“Don’t forget the other shoe too.”

“Yes, Sam.”

She was licking and slurping like his shoes tasted of her favourite ice cream, switching left and right between both shoes. She just wanted to be good. When Sam eventually let out a low “enough”, his pair of shoes was shinier than it ever was with her saliva coating it.

She lifted herself up and involuntarily looked at Bucky for approval. He gave her his ‘good girl’ smirk and she bit back another smile of her own, licking her lips and casting her eyes down.

“Good girl, so obedient,” Sam voiced Bucky’s thoughts for her before taking her by the neck to press his lips to hers, licking her taste off her tongue.

The kiss was gentle despite the tight hold he had on her neck. It was Sam’s way of emphasizing that she shouldn’t keep looking at Bucky. She could taste the cigar on his tongue and hoped hers didn’t taste of leather.

Sam’s dark eyes gazed at her hungrily when he pulled away, “now get that mouth on me, baby. Show me what it can really do,” he whispered against her lips, letting her neck go.

Not needing further urging, she sat up on her knees and her fingers did quick work of the man’s pants. He lifted himself up, helping her push his pants and boxer briefs down his knees. And once his hard dick sprung free, she sat back and stared with a slack jaw. That was one beautiful cock right there and it was about to be in her mouth. It was hers to suck for the night.

Bucky noticed and his jaw clenched as he made her a silent promise in his head to remind her who she really belonged to later.

“What? Too big for you?” Sam teased cockily, pushing her chin up and closing her mouth for her.

She licked her lips and shook her head. Yes, Sam was longer than Bucky, but she could definitely take him.

“What are you waiting for then? Get to work.” Sam opened his legs and sat back and she had to fight the urge to look at Bucky again.

Given permission to touch, she moved her warm hands up Sam’s strong thighs, trying to stop herself from imagining riding them to focus on the real prize in between.

One of her hands wrapped around his hard length and gave a small squeeze, hearing him sigh already. She started slowly moving her hand up and down his cock, more sighs leaving Sam’s lips as he relaxed more into the couch. Her mouth watered at the sight of precum dribbling out of his head and she gave no warning before she flattened her tongue and licked a strip along the underside of his cock and over the tip. She closed her lips around it and let her tongue flick over Sam’s slit, softly humming at his musky taste with the tinge of saltiness she would always remember as Sam’s. It was different from her sir’s but it was fucking tasty. Sam moaned at the sudden warmth surrounding his sensitive tip and bucked his hips.

She managed to take most of Sam in her mouth, her hand stroking what she couldn’t yet fit. His big hand was on the back of her head, below her ponytail as he gently thrust half of his length in and out of her mouth.

“Keep going. She can take it.” Bucky could tell Sam was holding back, but he knew what his girl could handle. He knew she loved to be used. And he also knew he needed to stroke himself over his pants to the sight of her deep throating Sam.

“She’s so good. Fuck!” Sam groaned, keeping eye contact with her all the while as his hips snapped deeper. She looked admirable with tears gathering in her wide eyes, and his cock filling her mouth.

Sam pushed himself deeper and she did her best to relax her throat but he had her gagging anyways. Definitely longer than Bucky.

She hollowed her cheeks and held on to Sam’s thighs, letting him use her throat and hearing the sexiest groans leave his. Her clit was tingling with need.

“Oh yes, baby. Choke on it,” Sam growled when he held her by her ponytail and gave a deep thrust, making her gag again.

Tears left her eyes as she focused on sucking and breathing through her nose. Her tongue teased the now very prominent vein on the underside of Sam’s cock and his hands tightened around her locks; it almost hurt. She loved it.

Sam pulled out for a minute to let her breathe before grabbing her head again, pushing her mouth down his cock until the hairs above it tickled her nose. He kept her there, his cock deep-seated in her throat and she held still. She didn’t dare do anything other than relax her throat for him.

Sam let up, giving her a minute to breathe before getting himself sheathed back down her warm throat again.

“Look at you chocking on another man’s cock like the little slut you are,” Bucky whispered, leaning forward, his hand finding the jewel peeking out of her tighter hole and lightly tapping it.

She gasped but it turned into a gurgle around Sam’s cock, making him moan and Bucky laugh.

“She’s drenched just from having your cock down her throat, Sam.” Bucky chuckled when his friend groaned, his index pushing down on the jewel and circling slowly, making the tip of the plug twirl inside her. He intentionally avoided checking how wet she was, depriving her clit of any relief his fingers could possibly provide.

Her moans around Sam were muffled and she could do nothing but kneel there and take it. She knew better than to squirm or try to move away from Bucky’s torment or Sam’s cock.

“Shit, make her do that again,” Sam panted, feeling himself get close to release.

Hearing them talk about her like she wasn’t there made her pussy pulse. Bucky pulled on the jewel, only getting an inch of it out before shoving it back inside her again, holding down hard and rolling the jewel. The bulbous head of the plug massaged circles inside her tightness.

She choked on another moan, the sensation of the glass dildo swirling on the inside of her ass was maddening. It was all new to her. It felt so good but not at all enough and she could feel her wetness ooze down her thighs as her cunt clenched around nothing.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Sam grunted as she continued sucking and mewling around him. “You know what to do, puppy,” Bucky warned, although he knew she wouldn’t spit, pushing the toy further in her.

Sam’s hot cum shot down her throat and she moaned when she tasted more of him. Her swallowing around Sam’s tip made his hips stutter through his orgasm. He tugged her head back by her hair, slowly slipping his cock out of her mouth, but she still bent forward and cleaned him up with her tongue.

“Thank you, Sam.” She licked her lips and smiled timidly at the man.

He just chuckled, still having trouble breathing, “my pleasure, you perfect little thing.”

“Good girl.” Bucky possessively slapped her ass, making her whimper before sitting back and smirking down at her state.

Her face was hot, cheeks slightly moist with her tears and chin with her spit. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess, ponytail no longer in place.

“Very good,” Sam gulped, “goddamn, girl!”

She smiled wider at the praise as Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“Fix your hair so we can take a look at that wet pussy, baby girl.” Bucky interrupted.

Her gaze alternated between his face and strained cock, silently asking what about you?

“I’ll have my fun with you, puppy. Don’t you worry your greedy, little holes.” Bucky grinned and she blushed, raising her arms to her head to redo her ponytail.

When Bucky went back down to get himself another drink, thinking it’d help him cool off, and it was just her alone with Sam, he told her to get up and stand by the bed. He loved watching her ass as she walked now that he knew she had a plug in. He walked over to her after pulling up his boxers, shoes and pants off and forgotten.

“What do you want, baby?” Sam asked, his fingers playing with her right bra strap.

“I wanna please you, Sam.” She knew her answer, her tone hushed as his hands started kneading her soft boobs.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Sam tilted his head to the side with a smirk, the pads of his thumbs swiping over her barely covered nipples, circling and teasing.

“O-only if you want to.” She was trying her best not to squirm under his touch or at the thought of his lips on her. Sam’s lust-filled eyes kept eye contact with her wide doe ones while his hands pushed her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly reaching back to unclasp the whole thing. He let it slip down her arms as his stare moved lower to take in her naked chest.

“You’re too perfect,” he whispered to himself, squeezing her boobs again as Bucky opened the door and walked back in, but she heard him and blushed.

Bucky’s jacket was gone and his cock was tenting in his pants. Cooling off didn’t work.

Sam pulled hard on her nipples when he saw her get distracted by Bucky’s entrance, making her gasp. Sam wanted to punish her. He wanted to see her break a rule but she was too good, so well-trained. She didn’t squeak the ‘please’ that was on the tip of her tongue at the feeling. She didn’t let herself beg for more. She didn’t stumble forward.

Bucky smirked, knowing she would always want him and only him no matter who was with her. He sat on his spot on the couch and sipped on his drink, dark eyes watching her naked body be played with by Sam.

“Get on the bed, baby.” Sam ordered with a nod, “on your back.” And she wasted no time before obeying.

“Open your legs for me,” Sam murmured after positioning a pillow under her head. He wanted her to watch him devour her.

He circled the bed and a shiver ran through her when the chill air hit her wet core again as she did like she was told and spread her legs.

Sam held her ankles, getting on his knees before her at the end of the bed and setting her shins on his broad shoulders.

“Turns out I’m in the mood to return the favor, so let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back,” Sam said, giving her permission to make noises as he slowly pulled the plug out of her ass.

She let out a soft whine that had him craving more. Sam didn’t waste a minute, immediately diving in between her legs, licking up a stripe from her opening to her clit before slipping his tongue in her pussy.

Sam moaned at her sweet taste and she threw her head back, mewling as she felt his tongue poke inside and his lips vibrate on her.

Sam’s thick index traced her rim, filling the place her plug has been, feeling around before being joined by his middle. He sucked her clit between his lips as his fingers scissored inside of her ass. Her back bowed off the bed with a loud whine, the coldness of his rings strongly felt against her hot insides.

She didn’t have permission to touch Sam so she grabbed on the sheets under her instead, whimpering and trying to remain in place.

“Sam,” she moaned when he slowed his movements on her holes.

“You like what I’m doing to you? You like getting your ass fingered while my tongue flicks your little clit?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she whined desperately.

“Please what, baby? Be specific.” Sam smirked before licking up and down her taint.

“Please don’t stop,” she squealed, opening her legs as wide as they’d go on the man’s shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Sam said as he slipped a third finger next to the two already inside her ass.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, dreading that her attention was no longer on him, completely hoarded by Sam at the moment. She was squirming and mewling like a bitch in heat, and palming himself over his pants did nothing for him. He put his glass down and got on the bed by her head, noticing her eyes already looking glazed over. Her mouth unstoppably let out the softest pleads and whimpers.

Bucky unbuckled his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his dick out, desperate to feel her mouth around him.

“Open wide for your sir, puppy,” Bucky demanded and she promptly let her tongue out as he guided himself closer to her face.

Bucky was straddling her head, his back to the headboard, and when he sheathed his entire cock down her throat, he swore he could see it bulging on the outside of her neck. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, but wrapped her lips around him still. Bucky threw his head back, feeling her wet throat hug his cock. She was so good for him. She was always so good for him; he’d burn down the world for those teary, doe eyes.

“I wanted to hear her,” Sam complained when he lifted his head from her pussy to see her mouth stuffed full, fingers reaching deeper inside her ass. She mewled and gagged more around Bucky’s cock, making him groan before smiling smugly at Sam.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to fuck her throat.” Bucky smirked, thrusts going languid and deep.

“Fine, have it your way.” Sam put his tongue back inside of her, and started sliding it in and out of her heat, lapping at her like a starved man.

She would gasp Sam’s name every time Bucky paused and took his cock out for her to breathe, making him shove himself back in her mouth with little gentleness. He stopped using her mouth when he saw her stomach tensing though. He knew when she was about to cum; he knew all the signs.

“Can I please cum, Sam?” She gulped as Bucky caressed her face, wiping any residue tears.

Looking into her teary eyes, Bucky felt himself fall in love with her all over again. She always looked so beautiful when she was about to lose it.

Sam’s merciless stimulation of her two holes and Bucky’s cock stuffing the third drove her to a near edge quicker than ever. Sam was everywhere. His fingers fucking her ass and his tongue fucking her cunt all while his lips sucked her clit.

“Cum for me, puppy.” Sam purposefully used Bucky’s pet name for her to rile him up before sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers deeper in her and curling them.

Bucky, naturally, slid his dick down her throat once more, forbidding Sam from hearing his name be shouted.

Her thighs shook, involuntarily closing around Sam’s head. With a scream muffled on Bucky’s cock, her ass fluttered around Sam’s fingers as she came, feeling him drink her release right up from the source.

“That’s a good puppy.” Sam smirked up at Bucky, who still stood with a hard cock on him, only now it was wet with her saliva.

“Thank you, Sam.” She panted, feeling her toes uncurl and her muscles start to relax.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He pecked her clit one last time before towering over her, caging her between his muscular arms. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and let her taste herself again. She tasted much better on his tongue than his shoes.

“Do you mind?” Sam broke the kiss, “I’m gonna fuck her now, go back to your couch.” He pressed his lips back to hers again, swallowing her shocked gasp.

She knew she’d probably be the one to face Bucky’s wrath later and the thought left her whimpering against Sam’s lips.

Bucky scoffed and got off the bed, giving her a menacing smirk. He’d let Sam take what he needed for the night because he knew whose cock she’d be begging for later anyway. A deal was a deal and he wanted to get this over with too.

Sam slid down her body again and gave her pussy another kiss, “gonna fuck this ass real good,” he whispered to her core.

“Let me see you live up to the name, puppy.” Sam pinched her side and got off the bed.

She heard her order loud and clear, getting on all fours for Sam and looking at herself in the mirror. Her ponytail was ruined once more from her squirming on the bed and the baby hairs on her forehead were stuck there with sweat. Her cheeks were burning and lips puffy. She whimpered and her limbs shook, her stare lowering as she blushed at how hungry she felt for another man.

“Eyes on the mirror.” She looked back up obediently and saw Sam taking his shirt off.

The man looked like museum art. His defined, muscular arms and buff, sculpted chest had her pussy drooling all over again. And good god that ass was just exquisite.

She watched Sam climb on the bed behind her form, pulling her ass to him and grinding himself on her. He was rock hard as if she hasn’t touched him all night. Then his tip nudged her tighter hole and she bit down.

“You got lube?” he asked, alternatively slapping his cock on both her holes.

“F-First drawer.”

“Gonna fuck you so good your little puppy holes would be gapin’ for days.” Another rush of wetness left her cunt at Sam’s promise; she ached to be filled. Sam lubed his cock up, poking her ass with the tip before carefully pushing it past her rim. She let out a shaky breath, head dropping as she felt her muscles stretch with little resistance to accommodate Sam’s length. The man was blessed.

“Eyes on the mirror I said,” Sam grunted, bottoming out inside her ass.

She instantly lifted her head up and her eyes met the reflection of his dark ones.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He smacked her thigh, rolling his hips to push himself deeper in her ass, “you’ve been good so far.”

“’M sorry, Sam.” She whimpered. “Such a good puppy.” Sam began moving in and out, taking his time with her, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hips, most likely bruising the soft flesh.

“Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.” Despite being previously stretched on the plug, she was still so tight and her walls gripped Sam so needily every time he buried his dick in her.

When he felt she’s gotten used to him and heard her breathing get louder, Sam stilled and locked eyes with her in the mirror while his middle and ring fingers pushed inside her wet pussy without warning. He smirked when he watched her breath hitch in surprise, mouth falling open further and eyes struggling not to shut. She’s never felt so full. “You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet?” Sam asked, his cock delivering a harsh stab to her ass, fingers moving in and out of her cunt.

It took everything not to turn her head to Bucky to seek his permission for what she knew she was supposed to say. “I asked you a question, puppy.” Sam took his cock out of her ass and before she could even register or protest, he shoved it in her pussy, filling her up in one thrust.

She screamed out, pain mixed with pleasure just the way she liked and there was no way stopping her mouth now, “you, Sam, you. You made me wet. It’s all for you.”

Her squealing was a bucket of ice on Bucky’s head. It’s all for Sam? Was it now?

“That’s a good puppy,” Sam grunted behind her, fucking into her in hard, fast thrusts. She could feel his tip kissing her cervix with every push of his hips. She was floating, unable to silence or manage her screams.

Sam switched again, sliding out of her wet cunt and plunging his cock back in her ass, “who’s making you scream?” he slapped her ass before his fingers found her swollen clit.

“Y-You, Sam! You!” She clutched the sheets, barely able to keep herself up.

“Damn right.” He gave one harsh thrust and her orgasm peeked at her from around the corner.

“Can I please cum? Please.” Her teary eyes pleaded with him in the mirror.

“Gonna cum for me again already?” Sam chuckled, his fingers relentless on her clit.

“Yes, Sam, p-please.” She whined, pussy clenching around nothing as he filled her ass.

“Cum.” One word and her orgasm was washing over her in waves.

Her arms involuntarily stretched above her head and clutching the bedding, her face lowered and hidden in the sheets as her ass pushed back against Sam. Her orgasm rippled through her and her thighs quivered again.

Sam bit his lip at the sight of her cumming with his cock stuffing her ass, fingers still playing with her clit to keep her trembling until she whined, chest heaving and tummy still clenching.

“So it’s all for Sam?” Bucky’s voice echoed throw the room and she could barely breathe now.

“Sir-” She forced her head up from the mattress, teary eyes already begging for forgiveness.

“Do I need to remind you who owns you, pup?” Bucky gently touched her cheek, “do I?” he slapped her before painfully gripping her jaw.

“No, sir, I-I could never forget.” She shook her head, instant tears filling her eyes. Shame filled her as she could still feel herself fluttering around Sam’s cock.

“Seems like you did, puppy.” Bucky let go of her jaw, his own clenching in held in ire.

“Get off her.” He nodded to Sam, who was still snug inside her.

“I thought you said I was in charge tonight? C’mon now, you don’t wanna confuse this poor puppy, my cock is already fucking her dumb enough.”

“Get off,” Bucky said between gritted teeth.

“Not before she gives me another one from her pussy.” Sam smirked coldly, making a growl vibrate through Bucky’s chest.

“Dangle your head off the bed, puppy,” Bucky ordered her instead and she looked back at Sam, silently pleading that he pulls out of her.

Sam pulled out with a chuckle as she whimpered. He moved off the bed and let her lay on her back, hanging her head off the mattress like Bucky wanted. As soon as Bucky's thighs were around her head, Sam straddled her waist, rubbing the head of his prick over her drenched pussy lips. She could feel the heat of both men’s gazes as they stared at each other challengingly.

“Open up.” Bucky tapped his dick on her lips without sparing her a glance, his hard eyes on Sam.

She obeyed and Bucky was shoving himself down her throat in no time, Sam simultaneously pushing himself inside her slippery cunt. She gagged and moaned as both her throat and pussy contracted around the huge cocks filling her up.

“If you wanna act like a cock slut so bad, might as well treat you like one, puppy,” Bucky growled, thrusting in and out of her throat with a punishing force. The harder Bucky fucked her mouth, the harder Sam went on her poor pussy. She was soon reduced to a whimpering mess around Bucky, her cunt sensitive but still insatiate as it swallowed Sam and clung to his cock.

Bucky momentarily pulled out of her mouth, “who do you belong to?”

“You, sir. Only you.” She could only say as much before he was back to filling her throat.

“That’s right, puppy. I own you. I fucking own every inch of this body.” Bucky’s fingers danced over her collarbones before pinching her nipples.

She squealed, choking on his cock as she felt herself getting close again. “Oh, you like being stuffed from both ends?” Sam taunted when he felt how hard she was clamping down on him.

Bucky left her throat and she coughed a little, her neck slightly hurting from the position she was in. Sam took the chance that Bucky was letting her breathe and drove his cock inside her, his tip hitting her spot.

“Ah, Sam!” She cried out, making Bucky push back in her mouth with minute sympathy.

“At least make me cum first before screaming another man’s name, you dirty little puppy,” Bucky growled, slapping her breasts, making Sam smirk as he fucked her throbbing pussy.

His words, though uttered in a moment of lust, made her heart lurch. She didn’t want Bucky to think she’d put her pleasure before his or that she was enjoying Sam’s treatment of her lower half more than choking on his dick.

She started sucking harder, ignoring the tension building in her lower abdomen and turning all her moans to hums on Bucky’s cock. She did all the things she knew made her man’s eyes roll and his ringed fingers wrapped about her throat in confirmation. She stretched her arms past her head, her fingers trailing up Bucky’s inner thighs, making him shiver. Her fingers gently played with his balls and Bucky groaned, his hand squeezing her neck more. Soon enough, he was filling her throat with his cum, his mouth agape and his rings bruising her neck. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips and gasping when Bucky pulled out, “thank you, sir.” She panted, her lungs greedy for oxygen.

Bucky only nodded, kicking his pants off before sitting beside her head. Sam grabbed her by the waist so her head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore before he resumed the movements of his hips.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered, more tears leaving her eyes.

Bucky sighed, leaning forward to kiss her trembling lips and she knew she was forgiven. His hands roamed her chest, thumb rubbing over one nipple as he watched her cries grow loud for Sam again. Her throat was sore and her whines were weaker but she was much happier knowing her sir wasn’t mad at her anymore.

“Please,” she whispered when Sam’s fingers flicked her abused clit again.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please let me cum, Sam,” she begged, her hands clutching the sheets as her tummy tensed.

“Cum all over my cock, puppy,” Sam groaned and thrust his cock harder in her.

Her back bowed, clit chasing closer to Sam’s fingers before she saw white and it all became too much. Sam pulled his cock out of her and a rush of her release followed.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” Sam breathed as he watched her quiver and squirt, fingers still rubbing her clit to help her ride it all out.

She quickly became sensitive and her waist jerked, her body settling on the bed, aftershocks buzzing through her core.

“My turn, baby,” Sam said before sliding back in her ass, her wetness helping him glide right in.

“You gonna let me cum in your ass, puppy?” he asked as he fucked her through the aftereffects of her orgasm, her pussy and ass still fluttering.

“Yes, Sam. Please cum inside me, need your cum,” she moaned, letting Sam fuck her into the mattress and loving it.

“Such a good puppy, letting me use you to please your sir- ahh,” Sam grunted, pushing her legs to her chest to have a better view of his cock disappearing in her ass.

“Please, Sam.” She felt herself get close again.

Sam could see her toes curling again before him and a smirk drew itself on his face, “cum for me, puppy. Cum with me.”

Her muscles tensed yet again and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she felt Sam’s warm cum fill her up.

“Thank you, Sam,” she let out, her voice above a whisper.

“Thank you, baby.” Sam carefully pulled out of her and kissed her forehead sweetly, “that was amazing.”

“It really was.” She smiled tiredly and the man chuckled.

“Okay, get out,” Bucky said impatiently.

“Woah, I’m not walking out of here pantless. Chill.” Sam patted his shoulder as he walked to the couch to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“How are you feeling, pup?” Bucky cradled her face and she turned to kiss his hands.

“Really exhausted.” She smiled, “did I do good?” “You did perfect, baby girl. Like always.” He kissed her swollen lips softly.

“That deal is yours by the way,” Sam interrupted as he shrugged on his coat.

Bucky just nodded with a smile in appreciation as he watched Sam walk himself out. He got up to carry her to the shower and saw Sam’s cum leaking out of her ass hole.

“You just love getting your ass fucked, don’t you?”

“I guess I do.” She blushed.

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older!m!reader x sam winchester smut drabble . . .

the four of you, you, sam, bobby and dean were sitting at a table. you were a friend of bobby’s and you agreed to help them. it has been two weeks since the siblings have been working with you, and safe to say that, the younger one of the two, sam, has taken a fond liking of you.

using the word liking might be a little vague, but, it doesn’t excuse sam’s foot pressing to your crotch under the table, moving it subtly yet with purpose. you did your best to keep a neutral facial expression as bobby spoke, listening to his words. both of your hands were under the table, gently holding sam’s ankle, fingers rubbing against the sock. sam was nodding along to what bobby was saying. what a fuckin’ minx.

his foot was moving deliberately, pressing harder against your bulge from time to time. your brows furrowed at the feeling, yet you made no sound. your hand trailed up to his calf, lightly massaging the muscles. you were so soft with him, it was driving him crazy. sam kept rubbing his foot up and down, riling you up. he was quite surprised yet pleased at how well you managed to hold your stoic expression. he took the time to really look at you; at your face, your eyes, lips, nose, your throat — admiring every single feature. you were older, but that just made it better for him.

as sam’s foot managed to press just on your tip through the fabric, you groaned quietly, covering it up by clearing your throat. dean was only listening to bobby, so he didn't notice. the only one who did was sam; and of course, he did it again. you clenched your jaw, grasping his ankle tighter as a warning. you gave him a small glare, too. with a raise of his eyebrows, sam smirked barely, turning his attention back to bobby. he kept it up throughout the whole conversation and you were turned on beyond belief; also, painfully hard. you'll make sam take care of that later.

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deniable-masterpiece · 4 months ago

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unfortunately i think i may have unlocked a new kink: crushing and flattening

not in the sense that they successfully crush or flatten you, but like, imagine you’re in bed with a man significantly taller and bigger and he decides that he wants you to be his pillow for the night and sleeps on you, basically covering you. it could be him laying on his stomach or laying on his back, either would work, just so long as you’re fully covered

also, this fully has to do with feet too, like a big foot covering and pressing hard against your face. like no holding back and truly smothering and crushing any area he presses his feet to. or, if you’re a tiny, he does crush you entirely with his foot (but again, you come out fine, it’s just that he’s gonna try to smash you under his heel or sole or toes and won’t go easy on you)

orrrr he could also do it with his ass- as both the same size as him and as a tiny. but i already yap enough about face sitting soooo

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slxtarchive · 4 months ago

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐌!𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

⌗ 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 ! there will be both sfw and nsfw content in these headcannons but there will be a warning beforehand!

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ! dom!sam just gets me. these headcannons are like mini blurbs i got carried away.

𝐬𝐟𝐰 !

dom!sam who is constantly trying to help you distress

you rubbed your neck harshly staring at the computer screen. you bit your lip and sighed in frustration when you heard sam speak up. “close it.” he said.

you looked up and furrowed your eyebrows. “what?” you weren’t sure you heard him right.

he gave you a look — one that left no room for argument. “said close it. you’ve been at it for an hour and you obviously need a break, so close the computer and c’mere.” you bit your cheek before sighing and closing your laptop. you then got up from where you sat and sat beside sam on the couch. as soon as you sat down he tugged you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead. “see? what wasn’t so hard hm?”

dom!sam who can always tell when you’ve had a stressful or bad day and is always there for you.

your shoulder were tense and your jaw was tight as you walked through the front door. you had a rough day at work and still felt frustrated even when you had dealt with the situation. sam noticed and immediately wanted to help, “hey baby.” he approached with caution moving forward to grab your bag out of your hand.

you muttered a hey and not long after you started cleaning up. finding anything to organize or distract yourself with. you were moving to fast and sam noticed. before you could spiral any further sam stopped you, “hey…” he spoke up catching your attention. “deep breaths. calm down.” he put his hands on your shoulders.

you inhaled sharply but it wasn’t enough. your gaze was elsewhere when sam rested his hands on your cheeks. “look at me.” he said softly. you slowly looked at him visibly relaxing. “breathe with me, c’mon.” he guided you but you got emotional and felt your eyes water and throat close. “c’mere baby.” he pulled you in for a hug.

when you had calmed down he felt satisfied. “good girl.” he lifted your chin up to look straight at his eyes. “now tell me what’s wrong.”

dom!sam who before you guys had started dating made sure you never ever felt uncomfortable on his watch as a good friend.

he stood there as you were approached by a guy, his eyes scanning him. he felt a pang of jealousy as you spoke to him but then realized your facial expression wasn’t a pleasant one. you seemed visibly uncomfortable and that’s when you spoke up. “oh um sorry… i’m not looking for anything right now. thank you though.” you brushed him off.

the guy seemed to take offense, his ego getting smaller by the second. the guy stepped forward toward you. “c’mon, just let me get your number.” he insisted and sam was quick to intervene. “i’m pretty sure she made it clear she’s not interested.” he said sternly. the guy took the hint and walked away giving you a sense of relief. sam was quick to look at you. “you okay?”

you gave a appreciative nod. “yeah, thank you so much.” you said and in that moment you knew what you said was a lie. you just weren’t looking for anything if it wasn’t with sam.

dom!sam who pays very much attention.

walking on the sidewalk sam quickly made his way to the curb side, making sure you were away from the road. you smiled to yourself before visibly shivering. he noticed and questioned you, “you cold?”

you shook your head. “n-no i’m fine. just underestimated the weather.” you gave a tight smile but sam knew better. he quickly offered his jacket but you declined. “no sam it’s okay. i’ll be okay.” but he didn’t take no for an answer.

“take it yn.” he said wrapping it around your shoulders before you could protest. you sighed and gave in putting it on. “good girl, can’t have my girl freezing.” he said putting an arm around you and kissing the side of your head.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 !

dom!sam who needs to constantly repeat and tell you who you belong to just in case you forgot.

watching you with a dark while you checked out what you were purchasing was sam. he was quiet watching as the cashier scanned your items. sam decided to stay back and wait by the door but he still saw. he saw how the cashier had a gleam in his eye. how he flirtatiously smiled. sam’s jaw clenched at the interaction.

he knew you wouldn’t flirt back. he knew you didn’t feel the same but the burning sting of jealousy in his text needed to remind you of that. later that night you were sitting on sam’s lap while you both laid in bed. he twirled a strand of your hair in his hand as he looked at you while you looked down at your hands. you were intimidated and he loved it, craved it.

he smiled and spoke up, “you know i saw that right?” he questioned you. you knew what he was talking about and no matter how tough it seemed, you loved how sam had a control over you so all you did was nod. that wasn’t good enough for him so a few minutes later he had you with your thighs open and three of his fingers deep inside you. “who do you belong to baby?” he purred, thrusting them in and out of you at a relentless pace.

you were squirming under his touch hiding your face in his neck as little whimpers and moans fell from your lips. “y-you sam, you.”

he let out a dark laugh. “mhm, that’s my good girl.”

dom!sam who made your first time special.

you were nervously sat on sam’s lap with his hands on your waist. you wanted — needed — him so badly, you wanted to show him you were ready so you just didn’t think much and leaned in capturing his lips. he felt the urgency in your kiss and although he liked it, he felt it was wrong. he pulled away and took a breath. “hey, just relax.” he whispered, kissing your lips softly before laying you down in your back. “no rushing. i’ve got you.”

you bit your cheek and nodded. “i’m sorry.” you whispered back in the dark.

he chuckled at how cute you were. “no need to apologize baby.” his voice was small but filled with a sense of lust. “just follow my lead, i’ll make you feel so good.” he purred starting to pull down your underwear. seconds later, you felt your stomach tightening because of how deep his fingers were. “just needed to warm you up. you sure about this?”

you nodded, that uncomfortable feeling in your stomach sitting there. “yes sam. i’m— i’m ready.” you tugged on his arms. he muttered an okay, searching your expression for anything he should be warned about before he inched forward. it wasn’t pleasant but sam moved slow and steady until you felt comfortable enough to continue. as soon as that moment came, your head was thrown back at the new sensation while sam was trying so hard not to cum because of how tight you felt around him.

he let out a few guttural moans trying his best to hold back. “good girl, such a good girl wrapped around me. look at that.” he praised you. “my girl. my girl.” he repeated his words over and over again until you were coming undone on his cock.

dom!sam who loves giving

your hands were in his hair as sam took your legs and put them on his shoulders greedily taking what’s his. he looked up meeting your gaze as your eyes struggled to stay open. “oh fuck— sam feels so good. i…” you felt helpless. you don’t know what to do with your hands and you didn’t know what to say. your brain was solely focused on the pleasure.

sam smiled as he pulled his lips off your clit with a pop. “just be my good girl and let me make you feel good yeah?” he hummed, taking your clit back in his mouth and licking up your arousal with his tongue.

dom!sam who was patient and when you felt comfortable, guided you to help make him feel good.

“mhm, right there. that’s it.” he praised as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. his hand made its way to your hair making a makeshift ponytail. “take your time baby. jus’ be careful with your teeth that’s all.”

you nodded moving your head down to wrap your lips around his tip. his jaw dropped slack at the feeling of your mouth instead of his hand on his cock. “god, you have no idea how many times i’ve touched myself to the thought of you.” he whispered, his words making you wet as if you weren’t pooling arousal in your panties.

he moaned as you pulled off his tip and wrapped your hand around his cock once again pumping up and down. “spit on your hand f’me?” he asked and you obeyed before returning to your actions. “yeah that’s it. good girl.” you repeated your actions then sunk your mouth down on his cock once again, nice and slow. he couldn’t take much longer. he was about to let go so he spoke up, “gonna make me cum so quick baby. fuck — look at me sweetheart. let me see those pretty eyes.” obeying his request, you looked up as your tongue swirled around his tip and before he could even protest for you to lift your head he released himself in your mouth.

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