#sam maybe has a pussy and Dean cums in it and it's so tight he can't pull out and he goes is your pussy made out of titanium

[angelsberrymilk]

sam "is your pussy made out of titanium" winchester

[leatherednlace]

Jolene

Dean Winchester x Male reader

Tags - Drinking, Tipsy, Sad, Phone calls, Mentions of Sam x Male reader, Revenge, Kissing, Dean Winchester puts the P in A, Riding, Hickies, Dirty talk, Praise, Slow sex, Aftercare

You watch as the man of your dreams, sam winchester fall in love with a women...you out of your mind, angry, upset for him leading you on, you call Dean to take you home...by telling Dean, now’s your chance to get back at sam...

A/N - Thank the “slowed” version of Jolene for this...

Taglist - @flamencodiva @wonder-cole @superfanficnatural @that-one-gay-girl

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You took the last swig of your drink, the glass slightly cold in your hand, but the feeling was so comforting...the numbness.

“Another”

You slurred. Your eyes set on the pair in the far corner, you could already feel your blood boil, stomach turning, mouth twisting in disgusting.

There he was, hands on the strangers hips, moving there bodies to the music, he was heavily intoxicated clearly by the empty sets of glasses on the table they were once sat at.

You sigh...music filling the void, the drink making your head fuzzy with each beat. You continued watching them closely. Sam was never like this with you, his hands never travelled up your back, never wound up in your hair, lips never met yours...

Shaking your head...you had enough, you wanted more, anything.

You heard the regular knock of the glass being placed infront of you, the whiskey sat at the bottom, the brown liquor making your mouth water, you needed it.

You bring the glass to your lips, taking a swig, you feel the burn which was very addictive, your throat already revelling in the contact, but you wanted to go home, to feel those soft blankets wrap around your body keeping you warm.

Sam wasn’t paying any attention to you at all, as if you were invisible, non-existent. You could feel the usual pang in your chest, the hurt, the empty feeling, everytime you thought of him.

One of your hands steadily dove into your left trouser pocket, you pulled it out, as soon as the phone screen turned on, your eyes flicked over the 2 missed calls from Dean...why Dean?

Your eyebrows furrowed, without thinking, presumably letting the alcohol take over, you tap call. A wave of nervousness travelled across your body, hands standing up on your arm, why were you having this reaction?

“Hello?”

The deep, gruff, slightly soothing voice echoed in your ears, you couldn’t help the groan that left your lips, not only was it Dean...but his voice...

“D-Dean...”

He could already tell, a sigh sounded from the speaker, you don’t blame him, you had told him you wouldn’t get drunk, but he can thank Sam for that.

“Are you drunk?”

You nodded, but blurted out a sloppy “y-yeh”. You couldn’t help think why Dean hadn’t hung up yet, but you were glad he hadn’t, nothing ever compared to how...horrible you felt right now...

“You want something?”

You paused, to regain a somewhat “sober” state.

“D-Dean can y-you come p-pick me up...Sammy left me alone f-for some woman.”

You awaited an answer, clearly he was annoyed, not at you, but at his brother. He felt kind of sorry for you, Sam had been leading you on for all these months...it’s not right...he would treat you so much better.

“Hold on...”

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Silence.

The silence was like a heavy weight, both you and Dean keeping your eyes on the road. You tried mustering up some kind of plan to forget about Sam and what he was doing...what his deal was with kissing that woman.

But you couldn’t, every touch, every kiss, they were like memories imprinted into the back of your head, everytime you closed your eyes, you saw the way Sam was with her...he was never like that with you.

You could feel the tears brim at your bottom lids. You could feel anger course it’s way through your veins, taking over your body.

“What Sam did...” Dean paused, correcting himself “is doing...it’s not right, it’s not fair” Dean kept his eyes on the road, glancing back at you and forth to see if you were okay.

“It isn’t...D-Dean nothing’s fair...not in this life, we are hunters, we hel-“

You were cut off by Dean pulling off the road into a lay by, he couldn’t handle seeing you like this, the guilt he saw in your eyes every time he looked at you, Sam has broken you.

Parking the car he switched the engine off, twisting the keys and sliding them into his pocket. Placing a warm, comforting hand on your thigh he shook his head.

“Listen...I can’t control my brother or his actions, what he did tonight shouldn’t really be any of my concern but I can’t bare to see you like...”

His voice had you shivering, it was a comfort at this point, deep, quiet, much like a whisper but loud enough to not be. You looked to his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, smiling weakly to yourself.

You look up into his green orbs, everything stilled as if time itself switched off, if only for mere seconds. “It’s nice to know i have someone fighting in my corner...”

Your words were rather breathy, both of you close...too close to be friends. Dean’s hand squeezed your thigh, his eyes asking if this was okay...there was a slight pause as you watch Dean closely, hungry tongue lapping over his dry bottom lip.

“I-Is this okay?”

Removing his slightly warm hand from your thigh, he brought it up to cusp your cheek, pulling your face towards his own, nothing could prepare you for the way his lips crashed against your own, this wasn’t needy...this was want.

This kiss was wet, deep, everything you had dreamed of...with Sam. But what was this feeling? Butterflies? Maybe...Maybe Dean was the problem solver here, What if it was Dean all along?

Dean sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it. A whimper escapes you as Dean took charge, his tongue sliding against yours in a fight for dominance, clearly he’s won.

Soft grunts left his lips at the sounds of your whimpers, they sounded oh so heavenly. You move closer wanting to feel more, his hands pulling you into his lap. You were now situated on his lap, knees at either side of Dean’s thighs, his tongue still in your mouth.

He pulled away, eye’s now getting a good look of you, your features. “God your more beautiful then I remember”. Dean already managed to make you feel good with just words…you wonder how else he could do that.

You feel yourself blush underneath the street light, Dean chuckled deeply, clothed cock brushing against your ass. “D-Dean please make me f-feel good” you moan sloppily, hoping he would take charge of the situation and make you forget.

His hands pushed down your rather loose bottoms past your hips, your bare ass on show. You hiss at the cold air now surrounding you, hands clinging onto his shoulders as he manoeuvres your trousers and boxers.

Your cock sprung free and rested against his clothed stomach. Dean smirked knowing it was him doing this to you, making you hard under his touch.

“I’ve always wanted to make you feel good…fuck” he groans into your ear, his deep gruff voice forcing a shiver out of you. Your hands wonder down to his belt, unlooping it from it’s confines, finding it easier to unzip his trousers.

He buries his face between the crook of your neck, hiding away as he nibbles on the soft skin. One of your hands dive into his now open trousers, grazing the plump hard on he was sporting.

You pull him out, now feeling the heavy weight of it in your hands. Dean moans at the slight friction your hand gives his aching member…god he was a mess.

“I-I need to feel y-you”

You place his aching tip at your wanting entrance, plunging into you.

The low rumbling moans that leave his lips make you clench around him, squeezing him tighter, “oh my God.” Dean can’t even find the words. 

You whimper in pain, the feeling of his thickness stretching you to accommodate his size.

Chanting your name over and over, whimpering as he sinks further into your warmth, as deep as he can possibly go. He grips onto you for dear life, as if he’d loose you.

His lips circle the shell of your ear, nibbling the soft area, breath fanning against it. “So fucking tight” he groans, using his hands to force your hips up and down, bouncing away in his lap.

Holding each other, you stay connected for a little while, enjoying the moment as Dean continues his harsh thrusts, rocking his hips into your tight heat, whimpers sounded out into the now fogged-up car.

“So much better then Sammy” you groan, this only had Dean slowing his hips, now pointing his aim at your sweet spot. “Love feeling myself deep in you…balls pressed to this ass” he gives it a smack, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure.

“Thought about this for years…’bout plunging my cock deep inside your little boy pussy…”

That’s all it takes for the coil to snap, you cling to Dean, hands squeezing his skin tightly as you scream his name, your cock twitched as you released your load onto his flannel, vision turning white.

“That’s it…squeeze around me, milk m- shit” Dean cums deep within you, load after load filling you making sure you knew who you belonged too. His eyes closed tightly…you could hear him pant, hardly able to catch his own breath.

He chuckles, half blissed. His eyes watched you closely, one of his hands coming up to cup your left cheek, taking in your features.

“How was it…” he mutters.

Your too fucked out and slightly tipsy to even open your mouth, instead you kiss him to show how much this actually means to you. Dean held you against his chest, kissing back with the same amount of passion.

Sammy was now a distant thought, everywhere you looked there was Dean…this felt right.

[holylulusworld]

The washing machine incident

Title: The washing machine incident

Square Filled: friends to lovers

Ship: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You wanted clean clothes. Sam wanted more.

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, sex on a washing machine, dirty talk, creampie, possessive Sam, unintended voyeurism, Dean is just done

A/N: Inspired by the scene in 15x20.

Word Count: 1,9 k

Written/Created for: @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​​​​

2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

“Sam,“ groaning you pinch the bridge of your nose. Sam leans against the washing machine, reading another book while you try to get his attention. While the hunter keeps on reading his book, you admire he’s taller than the shelf on the wall.

“Sam Winchester?” he still doesn’t react. Maybe the machine is too loud, or you are not loud enough but he keeps on reading his book, frowning when it starts to shake considerably, and so is Sam until he gives it a kick.

“Hey, you can’t just kick the poor machine,” he finally looks up from his book, smirking when you stand in front of him, your laundry tugged under your arm. “I was talking to you, Sam.”

“OH, it was your voice calling for me,” he husks, eying you up and down. “I thought Dean was watching porn or something. You sounded so—"

“I sounded like what, Sam,” you wonder. “I wanted to wash my clothes, but I see you are busy washing yours.” 

“You could’ve told me so,” he closes the book, placing it onto the shelf behind him. You use the momentum to admire his ass, whimpering when he sticks it out. “Next time, holler, and I will take care of your cute panties and bras.”

You blink a few times when Sam slowly moves toward you. He still has a smirk on his lips when he stands in front of you to cup your chin with two long fingers. 

“I think—,” you swallow thickly. His gaze too intense you drop your eyes to his throat, watching it contract. “I should wash my underwear, Sam.”

“I don’t mind,” he dips his head to look you deep in the eyes. A whimper escapes your lips, and you wonder if your panties will survive another moment close to Sam. “I wouldn’t mind taking it off first to sniff at it.” 

Your knees buckle the moment his lips claim yours. The kiss is soft at first. Sam’s large hand cradles your cheek gently, and you get lost in his taste and the way his lips move against yours. 

“Sam—” you moan against his lips, press your body closer to Sam’s to feel him against you. “What are we doing here?” you are friends for as long as you remember, and you don’t want to ruin your friendship for a stupid crush.

“I don’t know what you are doing, baby doll,” he pecks your lips, tongue licking into your mouth. He groans when you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at his silky stands. “But I will fuck you on the washing machine until you scream my name.”

“What?” an odd noise leaves your throat when Sam easily picks you up to place you onto the washing machine. He steps between your legs, already tugging at the plaid you stole from him. 

“I said I will fuck you,” he kisses you again, more demanding this time, “fuck, use your tongue,” Sam breathlessly moans, urging you on to explore his mouth just like he does.

“Sam, we are friends and—” one large hand cups the back of your neck to force you to hold his gaze.” Saaam…” his other hand deftly unbuttons your plaid, or rather Sam’s, but who has got the time to define ownership when his large hand gropes one of your breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you on this washing machine, fill you up so good with my cock you’ll never want anyone else. I waited long enough,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m a patient man, but my patience is wearing thin for months.”

“You want to fuck me,” your hands shoot forward to grip his plain grey shirt, tugging harshly at the fabric to bring him down to your eye level. “Sam Winchester, if that’s a bad joke I’ll castrate you in your sleep.”

“Y/N,” he grins while shoving the plaid you are wearing down your shoulders to reveal your chest  to him, “you have a way to get a guy hard.”

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you squeak when Sam fists your bra to rip it into two halves. He ignores the pout on your lips, simply kisses it away. “SAM!”

“I told you,” he shoves one hand down your panties to toy with your swollen clit, “my patience is gone. I fantasized about fucking you for a month now.” he grins wolfishly, before he shoves two long fingers into your slit, causing you to jolt backward, hitting your head on the shelf behind you.

“Fuck, Sam. Oh god,” you move to the edge of the machine to grind against his fingers. The washing machine vibrates underneath your ass, and you suddenly know why so many of your friends told you they love to fuck on a washing machine.

“You’ve got such a nice and tight little pussy,” the way Sam talks to you is more than filthy. Not in your wildest dreams did you imagine Sam Winchester is a dirty talker. “I will fuck you so deep and hard you’ll walk funny for days.”

“What if Dean walks in on us,” you fight to unbuckle Sam’s belt, cursing when Sam slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt to help you shove his pants and boxers down. 

“Impatient much, kitten,” you furrow your brows at the pet name but don’t mind, too busy to get Sam out of his clothes. “What do you want to see first?”

“Fuck me,” you lick your lips when Sam’s cock springs free. He’s thick, veiny, and all you want from a cock. “How do you hide that monster in your pants?”

Sam moans deeply when you gently start to run your hand up and down.

“I—fuck me,” Sam groans. He throws his head back, hands grasping for your thighs to dig his blunt nails into your flesh. “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum right here all over you.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” your cheeks heat up when Sam looks down at you, snickering at your boldness, “but I want you inside today. We can talk about the other thing later, when you filled me up so good I will walk funny—”

Dean is washing the dishes in the kitchen wondering why you didn’t come back to help him like promised. “Sammy? Y/N?” grumbling Dean grabs the next plate. “Where are you? I thought they wanted to help me.”

Miracle looks up at Dean, whining when the hunter puts the plate aside. “I bet they are hiding from me to leave me to the dirty dishes, Miracle. How about we go and look for them. I won’t clean the kitchen alone…”

“Sam,” you grip his shoulders, dig your nails into his flesh when he hastily spreads your legs. For a moment he just looks down at your chest, watches it rise and fall. “Fuck me.”

“I’m on it, kitten,” he grips the base of his cock, runs his large hand up and down his length. “Do you think you can take me?”

“I want to feel that monster split me open,” your lips part the minute Sam runs the wide head up and down your clit, teasingly slapping your little nub with his cock. “Please.”

“Beg me again, baby girl—” you whine, wanting Sam to finally give you what your body is craving. “I want to hear it.” the washing machine makes an odd noise, just like you when Sam grips his cock to push the tip in.

“Fuck—” you watch Sam grip the shelf above your head with one large hand to get more leverage to shove himself into you. He’s too engrossed to watch his cock disappear inside your body to care about your nails scratching down his bare chest. “OH, fuck, Sam.”

“There you go, Y/N,” he grins down at you, watches you pant heavily. Your body fights the wide stretch, tries to accommodate Sam’s size but it’s no use. “So, fucking tight for me.”

“You’re simply too big,” you complain, still, you wrap your legs around his waistline to tilt your hips, taking the last inches of his length. “I think, I never felt so full.”

“Good,” his other hand grips your right thigh, squeezes your flesh hard enough to hurt. “You’re mine, just like your tight little pussy. No one will touch you ever again.”

Sam moves slowly at first, gives you shallow thrusts while his hand grips the shelf tighter. You fear he will tear the shelf off the wall sooner or later if he doesn’t stop using all his strength. 

The veins in his arm stick out, sweat runs down his chest and you are sure, no other guy ever looked so good while fucking you.

While your lover is busy cupping your face with his free hand to force you to meet his intense gaze, you try to focus on anything but his hazel eyes watching you. 

You rock your hips, legs still slung around Sam’s waist while he just watches you take his cock as he dreamed of so many times.

The rhythmic rocking of the washing machine and the way Sam moves inside of you already have you on the edge. The heat in your abdomen rises; turns into a raging fire when Sam angles his hips to hit that sweet spot letting your vision white out.

“Fuck, I wanna have you over that machine,” you whine when he pulls out to help you turn on the machine. “Always wanted to hold you down and fuck that pussy when you bent over the table at the library.”

“Ah, Sam—” he kicks your legs apart while you grip the edge of the washing machine. “Fuck, I wanna cum.”

“You will,” he slowly inches his way back inside your body. “Right fucking now, kitten. I will fuck you over that machine and later, on any surface. My bed will be the endgame.”

“Y-you thought about this a lot, huh?” Sam grips your hips, to drag you onto his length with every thrust. “Shit, you did…”

“Yeah,” he states, hips crashing into your ass. Sam is by all means not gentle anymore. He roughly slides into you, groaning when you take every punishing thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

D-dito,” you cry out. Your walls grip his length tightly, clench painfully around his cock to milk him dry. “Ah, shit. You just came inside.”

“I will always fill you up,” Sam states. “I marked this cunt, and no one will ever take it away from me.” 

While you lie on top of the washing machine, catching your breath, Sam leans over you to kiss your neck softly. 

“Fine, but no funny business at the kitchen, we eat there, Sam.”

“Oh kitten, I will christen every room at the bunker with you, fuck you everywhere. Even on top of my brother’s car…”

“No, you won’t! Keep my Baby out of this—” Dean grunts, covering his eyes with the dishtowel. “Whatever this is. Guys, we wash our clothes here. Can you just not?”

“It was an accident…” you lie. “Sorry, D’.”

“Oh, did Sam slip and end up inside of you?” turning around Dean whistles for Miracle. “Boy, don’t look at them. They are disgusting and this is not for your eyes. Let’s go.”

“Sorry, Dean,” Sam snickers when his big brother storms out of the room. 

“About time you fucked, but you won’t do it at a room we share ever again. And hands off my car!”

In the coming years, Dean will bring up the washing machine incident whenever he wants you or Sam to clean the bunker…

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Always With The Scissors

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader / Dean Winchester x Reader / Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: sloppy seconds, voyeurism, angst, objectification of women, slut shaming, dirty talk, cum play, pining!Dean Word Count: 2.9k  Created for: @spnkinkbingo​ - Objectification | @negans-lucille-tblr​ - Man Crush Monday: Sam and Dean / Two for Tuesdays: Smangst / Sinful Sunday: Sloppy Seconds  A/N: Super big congratulations of 7,000 followers!! You deserve every single one and many many more ❤️

Dean has a very specific kink. He knows it makes him sound a little creepy... okay, a lot creepy – okay, he is actually a full-on creep – but he never cums harder than he does when he's inside a girl his little brother's just fucked. And it’s not that his brother has awesome taste in girls and Dean is just jealous and wants in on the fun too. It’s not even that he has a big kink for sloppy seconds. It had never appealed to him before they started playing this sick sort of game they’ve been playing since Sam decided he was over Jess enough to start sleeping around again (he knew Sam was nowhere near ready for another relationship).

Dean remembers eyeing up a petite little thing at the bar once and then noticing Sam checking her out not too long after. Ever the gracious big brother, and not creepily concerned with Sam’s sex life, Dean figured he’d bow out and let Sam take the swing at this one — but then Sam caught Dean looking at her too, and tried to back down to let Dean have at it. Dean couldn’t have that. So he suggested the ploy that got them where they are now, they play Rock Paper Scissors for the chance to shoot their shot; Dean always loses Rock Paper Scissors.

The part of the night they hadn’t anticipated was the girl they’d been ogling spotting them playing a game for the chance to fuck her, and suggesting that they don’t need to choose, they can just take turns. That had been the game changer.

Listening to Sam fuck her stupid through the wall of the motel room is seriously hot, and Dean has to fight to keep his hand out of his pants the whole time he sits waiting, hearing Sam grunt out filth that he never imagined he’d hear from his little brother’s mouth. And when Sam lopes back through the adjoining door between their rooms with sex ruffled hair and a smirk, with a quick aside of ‘She’s all yours’ before he ducks into the bathroom for a shower, Dean swears he feels his knees go weak.

Quick as he can, he makes his way into the ‘sex room’ as he decided to call it in his head, and found the girl laying in the centre of the bed, legs draped open, playing with the cum leaking out of her pussy. Dean has to grab himself through his jeans, scared he’ll come on the spot if he doesn’t cut himself off.

“You gonna fuck me or what, big boy?” The girl leers at him, and Dean strips down like he’s being timed and slots himself between her thighs and pushes home in one go. He finishes embarrassingly quickly, with Sam’s cum sloshing around his dick and leaking into his mouth where the girl had painted it on like lip gloss. He devours every drop.

Dean catches Sam’s eye from across the bar and nods towards the girl he’s picked out as a target. It’s a college bar, so Sam does the approach, seeing as he's the one who looks like he could still fit in here. Dean drops himself in a chair and watches Sam work, proudly — he’s the one who taught the kind everything he knows after all. He watches as Sam charms her easily, gets her a drink, asks if she wants to come sit down and motions to the table Dean’s sitting at.

“Dean, this is Y/N,” Sam introduces her, smoothly pulling out a chair for her and pushing it back to the table — a true gentleman. “Y/N, this is my brother, Dean.”

“Hey there,” Y/N smiles at him easily, and Dean can tell they’ve picked someone up for a good time.

“Hey yourself, sweetheart,” Dean gives her a wink and leans in closer. “So, Sammy tell you how we’re hoping this night’s gonna go?”

“He did,” Y/N nods and shoots a smirk at Sam, who reciprocates, and Dean feels his guts churning. “Said the back seat of your car was real comfy too,” she grins mischievously.

“Sam even puts a blanket down most of the time, real class act,” Dean laughs, gulping down more of his drink.

“Wow,” Y/N is sarcastically amazed, “you fellas know how to treat a lady right,” she sounds bitter but Dean can tell she’s joking. She wouldn’t have followed Sam over here in the first place if she wasn’t.

“We try our best,” Sam grins at her charmingly, and Dean can see Y/N melt a little looking at his baby bro’s eyes — he can’t blame her.

Several drinks later, Y/N starts getting handsy with both of them, and Sam suggests they think about moving their little party of three outside. They show Y/N out to the car, Dean opens the back door with a flourish and she slides gracefully inside, glancing back out with a hungry look in her eyes. “So, who’s joining me?” she flutters her lashes seductively, like we need any convincing, Dean thinks to himself.

“Sammy,” Dean grunts, making a ‘come here’ motion with his hands and then holding one out flat and the other on top in a fist in preparation. Sam sidles over to Dean, gait smug, like he already knows he’s gonna win and get first crack at Y/N — which of course he is, because that’s how Dean likes it. He holds up his hands in a mirror of Dean’s, and eyes not leaving each others’ they both beat their fists against their palms. 1, 2, 3.

“Ooh,” Sam hisses in mock sympathy when they look down and see Sam’s ‘rock’ beats Dean’s ‘scissors’. “Always with the scissors, Dean,” Sam gives him a condescending pat on the shoulder, like he doesn’t know what Dean’s doing, and maybe he doesn’t, Dean thinks. Maybe Sam truly doesn’t realise how fucked up I am.

Dean turns to head back into the bar as Sam slides himself into the backseat next to Y/N, but he stops in his tracks when she calls out the window — “Sure you don’t wanna watch, handsome?” Dean freezes, the possibility of actually getting to see Sam fuck this girl, not just imagine it, is more intoxicating than the drinks he’s downed tonight. To actually see Sam, stripped and vulnerable, losing himself inside some cunt… Dean had never even considered that as a possibility before, but now that the thought is in his mind he needs it, craves it. He spins on his heel, looking back at Sam, inwardly praying that his little brother will be gracious enough to grant him this one thing.

“I don’t mind,” Sam smirks, eyes darting back to Y/N and raking down her body. “If she wants you to watch her get used like a little fucktoy, she can have that.” Dean is back by the car in a heartbeat. Sam pulls the back door shut as Y/N climbs on his lap and starts kissing him, while Dean checks around furtively and slides into the front.

Y/N moans start to fill the small space of the car’s interior as she grinds enthusiastically down onto Sam. Dean watches Sam run his hands down her back and up under the hem of her skirt.  He wishes Sam would take her skirt off so he could see Sam’s hands on her ass, see his  fingers tearing into the lace panties that Dean had gotten a glimpse of when she slid into the backseat earlier on. They pull apart and Y/N pushes Sam’s shirt up and over his head, messing up his hair, before she runs her fingers through it and holds on tight, earning a pleased groan from Sam. Dean catalogues that knowledge for later use – not that he thinks he’ll be in a position to test it out on Sam, but it will be a nice detail to add to his tragic imaginary Sam, the one that knows how sick he is and doesn’t care.

Sam’s hands sneak up the back of Y/N’s top and Dean watches as he removes her bra with practiced ease, and he nods to himself – respect. Sam must be feeling her up now because his arms have disappeared to her front and she’s letting out some pretty little whimpers and arching into his chest. Y/N pulls her top off, then reaches for Sam’s jeans, undoing the belt, button and zip quick as she can. Sam pushes her off him and she sprawls to the side, facing Dean now, and her eyes seek him out.

Her chest is heaving, her breasts shuddering with each rise and fall of her chest, and Dean spends a moment taking in her body, appreciating the curves, before he notices her hands have snuck beneath her skirt and she’s clearly touching herself while she watches him. Dean flushes, reaching down to adjust himself in his jeans. “Enjoying the show?” she winks at him, and Dean nods wordlessly.

“Get back over here, and let’s give him a real show,” Sam grabs Y/N and drags her back onto his lap, still facing Dean. She straddles him and rubs herself over his crotch. Sam snakes his arms around her waist and pulls up the front of her skirt, so Dean can see Sam’s cock thrusting between her thighs, against the glistening satin and lace panties she’s wearing. Dean feels his dick leap in his jeans, and he reaches down to adjust himself again before he decides to just give in and let down his zip, pushing his hand inside his boxers to fist himself out of the material. “Wanna see me fuck her?” Sam grunts, eyes flicking up to catch Dean staring at their grinding hips.

Dean feels his cock leak across his fingers at Sam’s words. “Fuck yes,” he groans, stroking himself harder. “Fucking give it to ‘er Sammy.”

“Want me to give it to you sweetheart?” Sam breathes against Y/N’s neck, tucking her hair tenderly behind her ear and nipping at her earlobe. She squeezes her eyes shut and whimpers, Sam’s way with words clearly affecting her. “Gonna be a good little slut and take my cock? Let me use you up and then hand you over to my brother to finish you off?”

“Fuck, Sam please, please, just use me,” she pulls her panties to the side and tries to get Sam to slip inside her but she can’t quite find the angle, and she whines, desperate and frustrated.

“Wow, for someone who just wants to be a set of holes you sure are needy,” Sam growls and gets his cock in the right place and pulls her down his shaft slowly. “Thought you told me inside you’d let me do whatever I want to you, and you wouldn’t put up a fuss?”

“Just fucking fuck me already, please Sam,” Y/N is begging, grinding down onto Sam’s cock like a whore.  

Sam finally stops teasing her and follows through on his promise to use her. One of his hands comes up to wrap around her throat while he uses his other arm to keep her body pressed close against his, and he punches his hips into her hard, without abandon. Dean nearly chokes every time he catches a glimpse of Sam’s cock, bare and shiny with her slick, before he pushes back into her. It’s better than he could have imagined, watching Sam actually rail into a pussy instead of just hearing it through some flimsy drywall. It’s much easier to picture what Sam would look like fucking into him now that he’s seeing this.

“She feel good Sammy?” Dean is horrified to hear how strained his voice is when he speaks. He sounds like a goddamn girl with how fucking breathy he is.

“Uh huh,” Sam fucks into her quicker, like Dean’s question has spurred him on. “So wet, can feel her soaking into my thighs,” he moans. Dean refuses to let out the whimper that’s trying to escape his throat. “Gonna be even wetter for you,” Sam continues, leering up at Dean through his lashes, chin looped over Y/N’s shoulder. “She’s gonna be all messy when I’m done with her. But you like ‘em like that dontcha? Like ‘em strung out and used up?”

“Fuck,” Dean does almost whimper.

“Oh god,” Y/N whines, dropping her hips down in earnest against every one of Sam’s thrusts, and she snakes a hand down her front to start rubbing over her clit.

“Oh you wanna cum, do you? Think you earned that yet?” Sam bites against Y/N’s neck and bats her hand away from her core. “I think you’re gonna have to do a bit more before you get to cum. Gotta let me cum in you first, huh? Then you’re gonna be a good little cocksleeve for my big brother to get off in, and then, maybe, if you’ve been a good girl, we’ll make you cum.”

“Fucking hell,” she moans heavily, dropping her head back onto Sam’s shoulder. “C’mon then fuck me, want your cum inside me, please,” she whines, voice piercing in the small space.

“Yeah, that’s what Dean wants too,” Sam smirks, but he’s not looking at Dean now, he’s got his eyes closed tight and his head buried against Y/N’s shoulder. Dean thanks fuck for that, because when he heard Sam say that he knows Dean wants him to cum inside Y/N, Dean thought he was going to die of embarrasment. Obviously he wanted that, and in the back of his mind he knew Sam must know that he likes fucking the girls second, but they’d never talked about it. What did Sam think about the fact that Dean got off on fucking his little brother’s cum back into whatever warm body they’d picked out that day? He must be okay with it because they keep doing it.

Dean’s existential crisis is cut short when he hears the tell tale gasp and cut off whine that means Sam is cumming, and he looks up just in time to catch the  pure fucking bliss on his little brother’s face. His eyes flick down to where Sam and Y/N are joined and he watches, mesmerised, as Sam pulls out, his cock laced with the white of his release.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” Sam grunts, and shoves Y/N off his lap and onto her hands and knees so she can suck the cum back off his cock. Dean’s breath catches in his throat, desperately hoping she doesn’t swallow.

When she pulls off of Sam with a wet sound her mouth stays open and Dean can see the cum slipping from her lips. He reaches over the seat impulsively and grabs her hair, yanking her towards him and slamming their mouths together. Dean sucks her tongue into his mouth like he wants to bite it off, and he can’t keep in the moan that bubbles up from his chest when he tastes the bitter edge of Sam’s spunk on his tongue.

“C’mere,” Dean grunts against Y/N’s lips, dragging her over the top of the seat. It’s not graceful, it’s not attractive or sexy, it’s born of the intense desperation Dean has to feel something hot and wet around his dick, and when he pushes into Y/N’s cunt he knows he’s not going to win any records for stamina tonight. She’s tight, but it’s an easy fuck because she’s so so wet. Dean can feel Sam’s cum squeezing out of her every time he fucks in, pushing the creamy liquid out around his dick and grinding it into his jeans. They’re going to be ruined but he doesn’t give a fuck because this feeling is always worth it.

Y/N’s head is buried in the crook of his neck and Dean’s forehead is smashed into her shoulder as they cling to each other. Dean jumps when he feels hands on his shoulders, because the fingers are facing the wrong way for them to be hers – they’re Sam’s. He leans across Dean to kiss Y/N roughly, then yanks her head back by her hair, holding her out in front of Dean so they can watch her tits bounce while Dean fucks into her mercilessly.

“What d’ya think Dean, do we let her cum?” Y/N whines at the words and Dean can hear Sam smirking. “You’re gonna cum anyways aren’t you, you fucking slut. Gonna squeeze his cock real good for me? That’ll make you a real fuckin’ whore won’t it, going home with two guys’ loads in that pussy, huh?”

Sam’s taunts are cruel and mocking and fucking hot and Dean has never had to listen to Sam’s dirty talk while he was actually fucking something and he can’t handle it. He stills inside Y/N, gasping as he pumps his release inside her, mixes it up with Sam’s. Y/N is shaking around him and Dean thinks she must have cum too but honestly he’s so far gone he can’t even tell.

When Y/N climbs back over the seat to find her clothes, Dean stays put, still trying to catch his breath. He hears Sam open the door and walk her out, back to the bar. He shakes himself from his reverie and rushes to tuck himself back into his boxers. His jeans feel sticky, and they probably are ruined but he still doesn’t care. It was absolutely worth it.

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[herstarburststories]

Shut up

Kinktober day 6: face sitting

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: You find a way to shut Dean up.

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), hate/love relationship, making out, hint of daddy kink, consent is sexy, mentions of humping

Dean Winchester gets on your nerves sometimes.

No, scratch that. He always gets on your nerves. You don't know what irks you most about him: the stupid, lopsided smirk; the constant teasing sarcasm in his words, if he were incapable of taking anything seriously; or, maybe, it was how he was so impossibly gorgeous even when he was bleeding out. 

Dean irritates you more than any other being, from the poor excuse of a president of your country to the stupid demons that you face from time to time.

So, it's good to finally shut up his mouth. Even better, you’d put it for a good use for once.

His green eyes glow as he looks up to you, naked body impatient on the mattress as he nibbles on his bottom lip in anticipation. Dean's cock is already completely hard only from making out and some humping. It’s so easy to get him all worked up for you.

You throw your shirt away, and Dean lets out a quiet grunt his response. His idiotic lips are parted slightly as he watches your boobs. You aren’t wearing a bra. Fuck, he just wants to touch you, but for right now, this isn't about him. Well, not directly. This is about how furious you are because Dean Winchester has no right to make you feel like a high school girl discovering how a crush felt. You were always surrounded by a light-hearted feeling that made you want to do a dumb thing like kiss him in the back of a bar or jump in front of a bullet to save his ungrateful ass.

How did you, of all people, develop a crush for Dean? Dean is Dean -- a selfless, cocky son of a bitch. Come on, you're smarter than that! You’ve gotta be a masochist. 

Nonetheless, you get rid of your pants and underwear, pussy almost dripping for this idiot. The Winchester whimpers at the sight, licking his lips. The only thoughts revolving around in his head are: I need to taste you.

You glance at him, the beginnings of a smile lightening your features. The big, bad hunter certainly doesn’t have the usual arrogant look on his face now.

You still have your boots on when you climb on top of the bed, and Dean doesn't seem to care one bit. If anything, his livid, forest-green orbs catch a glimpse of you, naked and climbing on top of him, only wearing those fucking boots. He gulps, not remembering the last time he’s been this turned on. He is a goner.

You place your hands on his shoulders, and you're sitting on his legs. The wetness of your needy cunt makes a mess there. Part of you wants to ride his thigh, rubbing until you achieve your share of relief. You have a thought or two about just taking his length inside you — how couldn't you? The tip of his hardness is pressing against your belly, his desire palpable from the precum sluicing your skin. When Dean groans, it's almost silent; animalistic, even. He grabs your hip as if you were his. God, you want to be, but not today.

Dean leans in to capture your lips in another savage kiss, but you pull back. He gives you a confused look. “You okay?”

You know he's going to stop if you tell him to because Dean's a decent man. The thought just turns you on even more. “Come on, Dean. Your thigh’s a hot mess because of my pussy. I think I'm more than okay.”

Once again, he offers your that signature, lopsided grin. It’s filled to the brim with confidence. “Well, sweetheart,” he breathes, and you groan at the stupid nickname he gives to every single woman he meets through the road. Son of a bitch. Fucking womanizer. “What's it to you, then? You want me to get on top of you so I can fuck you nice and slow?” You are about to laugh at his face over the implication of being dominated by him, but Dean's fingers slide into a clandestine meeting with your clit, carefully caressing it as if you were lovers. All you can do now is sink your nails into his skin and moan, shamefully loud. “Or you want to ride my thigh? Come without even touching my cock, all for daddy?”

That wasn't your plan, but it felt so good. If Dean's fingers are that heavenly, fucking his cock might turn you into a goddess, but you can’t.

You aren't going to give in that easily. He tried to give you orders through the whole hunt. Sam might have a high tolerance for his control-freak brother, but you don't. You're going to teach him a thing or two about shutting the hell up.

You push his hand away, your body aching as if you broke a bone. Yet, you persevered as you took a deep breath and grinned impishly at Dean.

“You talk way too much, Winchester.” Your fingertips trace a line from his jaw to his neck, trailing down his chest; always following his foolish, adorable freckles. You catch a glimpse of goosebumps rising under your touch. It only causes your smirk to go wider. Dean is glaring at you with slightly raised brows, and you push him to lay on his back.

His cock twitching is proof enough that he enjoyed that.

You press your warmth on his length, retracting your hips when he tried to get inside you. Dean lets out a beautiful, frustrated grunt.

“Y/N…” Now that's better. He's groaning your name, fully aware only you are giving him pleasure. This is personal, this is dwindling, it's everything you both have been craving.

“You talk too much, Dean. Always trying to boss everyone around or joking as if you don't take anything seriously.” You're basically climbing on him now, your pussy enjoying the small relief of friction from Dean's hips, his stomach, his chest. You opt to sit there. “Someone should shut you up.”

Dean wishes he could answer. He wants to smirk at you, bring up other teasing comments only to get more of this. You were frisky and dominant -- everything his body and soul begged for. Yet, he can't bring himself to do anything other than lean his head forward in an attempt to catch your pussy with his lips. You smell so good. He can't wait to taste you. He just wants to eat you out, but you pull away from him with a laugh as if you found amusement in his suffering. Fuck, he’s getting even harder

Dean is so touch-starved for anything you're willing to give him.

You rise from his chest, your wetness leaving him soaked. He can't complain, though. Not when you blessed him with the sight of paradise.

That's it, Dean decides. I'm dead and in heaven… Again.

Because you're over his head, literally. Knees to the mattress on each side of his head, your pussy is right on his face, so appetizing and wet all for him.

“Y/N-” he tries, but you are quick to stop him. It’s a good thing. He'd probably make a fool out of himself from begging to let him touch you, just a little.

“Shh, sweetheart. Just shut up.” Dean barely catches a glimpse of pleasure for that before you sit on his face. “Now eat me out.”

Nevermind, this is his heaven.

You bite your lower lip, trying to regain some composure as you coil your fingers around the bedpost, nails pressed so strenuously into the hardwood there that you wouldn't be surprised if you left marks carved there. What else are you supposed to do? Dean doesn't waste any time when you sit on his face, eating you out like you’re a fucking meal and he’s a starving man. His chin and lips and nose are all wet from you.

This man really loves women.

“I knew that pretty mouth of yours could go to good use, baby,” you mumbled amidst his pornographic groans, grinding your hips down to ride his face. Dean shoves his tongue inside your warmth, finding comfort between your tight walls. “Mmh, Dean. Yes.”

He pulls away, but only because he needs to breathe. Dean nibbles on your inner thigh, smirking when you whine for him. So gorgeous and delicious. He gets your clit between his teeth carefully — this isn't supposed to hurt.

You inhale sharply, looking down to catch him in the act. He looks so hot like his, eating you out with his viridescent gaze fixed on your face as if you were his grand enlightenment. You look like everything he never thought he could have when you were like this: sitting on his face and giving yourself to him, glancing at Dean with your hands fixed on the headboard and tresses of your hair falling on your face.

After this, he has to kiss you some more. He just has to.

For now, though, the hunter is more than happy eating out his prey. He enjoys every aspect of this. You taste as if you were made to be this good for him. The tip of his tongue brushes your G-spot, and he can't wait for you to come. 

The idea of tasting your orgasm makes his cock ache deeply in the best ways possible. Dean's freaking sure he's about to come untouched because of your needy cunt.

He licks your clit before enveloping you with his lips, sucking on you at your neediest. You begin to lose your cognitive senses, melting into a screaming mess and pressing your pussy closer to him. Dean's almost suffocating, and he couldn't be happier. 

Your thighs tighten around his ears, a cry leaving your lips as Dean focuses all his attention on your clit. He only pauses to sink his tongue into your warm wetness before coming back to your sensitive spot.

You clutch the bedpost as if you are holding onto dear life as you come all over Dean's face. He tries to catch all of you — not because he doesn't want to get dirty, but because he ain't gonna miss one single drop of your juice. 

You taste so fucking good, much better than anything he has ever put on his tongue. Dean is an addict now, and he can't get enough of your cunt, your cum, or you.

He licks you clean, getting the most he can of you, and you whine through the intense sensation of freedom that comes with it. Fuck Dean and his spoiled tongue.

You get up with trembling legs. Your hand slides to find his hard cock and offer what relief you can, but you just find milky come on his stomach.

Did he come only from eating you out?

Holy fuck.

You make the mistake of looking at his face after that realization. He's breathless, glancing at you and licking your juices off his lips. He looks flushed and satisfied, smirking with dimpled cheeks. You can see your come on his chin and nose. “Remind me to never stop talking if this is how you're gonna shut me up.”

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[saxxxology]

Freedom | oneshot

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader WORD COUNT: 2,446 WARNINGS: spoilers for “Inherit the Earth,” character death, drinking to cope, minor trauma processing, smut, post-sex feels, stress/anxiety NOTE: This fic is set post 15x19 - “Inherit the Earth.” Do not save or repost my work without my consent. This work is 18+ only.

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“So we’re free.”

Sam glances up, casting his eyes over the rim of his beer bottle to where you’re perched on the edge of the counter. Legs slightly parted under the hem of your knee-length nightshirt, back slouched, eyes boring into him like you can see right through his skin and into his soul.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Chuck’s gone, Jack’s… doin’ his thing, I guess. There’s nobody calling the shots for us anymore.”

You hum, tipping back your bottle of vodka to take a long swallow. The clear alcohol burns your throat, and you let out a sigh that turns warm in your chest. “Where’s Dean?”

“Holed up in his room.” Sam swipes his tongue over his teeth. “He hasn’t really been able to process Cas, I figured we could give him a few days.”

“Yeah.” You swallow thickly and raise the bottle to your lips again. “Fuckin’ Cas, man.”

“I know.” Sam chuckles. “He was one of the good ones.”

You nod in agreement. “I’ll second that.”

There’s a long silence, interrupted only by the dull clink of glass on metal, the swish of liquid in an almost-empty glass, and a repetitive shuffle of paper as Sam flips absentmindedly through a two-day-old newspaper.

“How are you?” you ask, eager to break the quiet. Sam’s eyes flicker up to you once again, and you shift a little on the counter. “I’m just asking because you haven’t said much since we got back.”

Sam tightens his lips and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know, really. I feel numb. Like, I don’t know if it just hasn’t hit yet, but… yeah, I feel numb.” He rolls his shoulders back and downs the rest of his beer in a single swallow.

“Same here.” You sniff, screwing the cap back onto the tall vodka bottle and setting it aside. “I’m so tired of it. Dean said Cas died and I felt nothing.”

“You’re in shock,” Sam excuses, “and we’ve been dealing with so much shit, we can’t process all of it at once. Cas deserves to be… he deserves for us to grieve for him, without thinking about anything else.”

You chew on your lower lip, surveying him as he rubs his forehead with one hand. He’s tense, the relief of having Chuck gone only half-there. All three of you are used to things being too good to be true, only for shit to hit the fan right after you’ve booked a beach vacation or a weekend in Vegas.

But hell, you deserve to take a little bit of this newfound freedom for granted. Besides, it’s been a while since you had the time or energy to get laid. Sam’s hot, you’re needy… one night of not considering fallout from anything might be nice.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?”

You take a quick breath, leaning back to brace one hand just behind your hip. “If I asked you to fuck me, would you?”

He stiffens, unable to keep his gaze from drifting over to you. He looks beat; tired and lost and just a little scared of the world. For a second you regret asking, thinking he might just say no and get to blame it all on the alcohol.

“I…” he blows air through his lips as pink stains his cheeks. “Are you drunk?”

“Not really.” You speak a little too soon, as your focus begins to drift and you blink twice to clear your vision. “Well, maybe not enough.”

“No, don’t drink any more.” Sam stands up, abandoning his empty bottle on the table as he shuffles over to you. The toes of his boots drag on the polished concrete floor; he’s so cautious about it, like he’s scared to indulge in something other than people prying him for answers or questions. He hates selfishness, and taking this, taking you… it’ll be the ultimate self-indulgence that he may or may not come out of feeling like he deserved it.

“You scared of me?” you tease, tipping your head back as he leans a hip against the side of the counter.

“Never.” He chuckles softly. “You really okay? You want this?”

You lick your lower lip. “Am I ever okay?”

“That’s true.” He sighs heavily, raking his eyes down the column of your neck, over your nipples pressing through the dark blue fabric of your shirt, your stomach, the rise of your thighs, and then right back up to yours…

It’s like he’s a virgin all over again, you think to yourself. He needs a little help getting into it.

You reach for his hand. He lets you take it, guiding his fingers under the hem of your nightshirt. The tips of his fingers are still cold, chilly from his beer, and you shiver a little when he guides them against the inside of your thigh, creeping closer and closer to your core.

He inhales sharply through his nose when his fingers slip against the smooth, warm lips of your pussy. Your thighs part a little more, and you let out a little sigh when he takes the lead, nudging the tip of his index finger down into wet heat.

“Why are you not wearin’ any panties?” he asks.

You arch an eyebrow. “Why are you questioning it?”

He chuckles, bracing his free hand on the metal countertop next to your hip, and slips his fingers a little farther into your folds. You shimmy a little to encourage him, and he lowers his head, the tip of his nose pressing against your cheek to nudge your head back.

He kisses you hungrily, humming against your lips as you reciprocate eagerly. You can taste the beer on his lower lip, and he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth as his fingers explore deeper between your legs. He finds your clit, targeting smooth, gentle rolls over it as your hand wanders over the front of his jeans.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, “please, Sam, I need you.”

He growls, stepping quickly between your thighs. “Not here.”

He scoops you up, striding towards the steps and feeling his way into the hall. You wrap your legs around his waist. The door to his bedroom is open, and you giggle when he kicks it shut, lips still glued to yours. He lowers you to the ground, waiting for you to stand still before running his hands under the fabric of your nightshirt.

“Get this off,” he murmurs, stripping it roughly over your head and tossing it to the floor. He palms your tits, thumbs rubbing over your nipples, and you arch into the sensation, pulling at the buttons of his flannel, popping each metal clasp until he can shrug it off. He cups your face with both hands, pushing his hips closer as you tug at his belt. His jeans fall to the ground with a dull thud, leaving him in just a pair of navy blue boxers.

He pulls back when you slide a hand into the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your fingers around the hard length of his dick. His pelvis jerks into your touch, and you grin up at him, stretching up onto your toes to claim his mouth in a deep, dirty kiss.

“Condom,” he whispers, “in the nightstand—”

“No,” you reply breathlessly, “I’m on the pill.”

Sam smirks, his hands sliding down to grope your ass. “That works, too.”

He kisses you hard, lifting you up just enough to dump you on the bed. He crawls over you eagerly, reaching down to stroke himself, and you whimper when the thick tip drags through your folds.

He sinks inside with a loud sigh, fisting his cock to push deeper as you squirm underneath him. Your knees fall open, giving him as much room as possible, and his hand falls beside your waist to brace when he gets himself deep enough to thrust comfortably.

Your nails dig into his hips on the first deep, desperate grind. He hisses at the sting and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, panting hard as he thrusts into a rhythm that has the frame of his bed shuddering under the force.

He feels like heaven. Thick and hot and hard as his belly slides against yours, skin already dotted with sweat. His hand comes up to cup your face, fingers curling against your hair as his lips dot a line down your throat, over your chest, and then wrap around a swollen nipple. Your head falls back against a pillow, and you plant your toes firmly against the mattress for leverage. He grunts when you push up against him, allowing him to move even deeper inside until he bottoms out.

“Stay right there,” he mutters. He heaves himself up in one smooth motion, eyes locking on your face as he drops his entire weight into his thrusts. The loud slap of flesh on flesh echoes through the room, and you’re unable to stop your gasps and moans when you feel the ache of it. He grabs your wrists when you try and touch him, pinning them down on either side of your head, and you let out a long sigh of his name that earns a feral growl in reply. The roll of his hips changes when you squeeze around him, deep scoops that have your belly clenching.

“Oh my God, don’t stop,” you breathe, “make me cum, baby, please…”

“That’s the fuckin’ plan.” Sam dips his head to kiss you, and you wiggle playfully in his grip, the tease only making his fingers curl tighter. “You need to touch yourself?”

“No.” You catch a breath when he pauses, lips feather light against yours. “Just keep movin’ like that.”

He chuckles, shifting his weight for balance before resuming the same delicious, expert strokes. His eyes drift down your body until they land between your legs, and he groans at the sight of his cock plunging in and out of your cunt, shiny with your slick.

“Yeah, that’s it, honey,” he murmurs, “c’mon and cum for me.”

You push up against his thrusts, mouth falling open as the hot skin above his dick rubs against your clit. You’re almost there, you can feel it brimming in the pit of your belly, and when Sam’s thrusts turn into hard, bestial shoves, you spiral into bliss, convulsing between Sam’s body and the mattress as he fucks you through it. His grip on your wrists loosens, and you wrap your arms tight around his shoulders, dragging him down on top of you. He slows, then stops, lifting his head from the crook of your neck to press a lazy kiss to your cheek.

“Good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reply breathlessly, “you didn’t—”

He stops you with a kiss. “I will. C’mere.”

He rolls onto his back, keeping you close with an arm looped around your waist. You situate yourself on top of him, eyes falling closed as your head spins.

“Whoa, there,” he chuckles, “here, baby, put your hands right here.”

“I know how to ride a dick, dummy.” You arch your back, leaning forward far enough to brace your palms over his shoulders, tits just inches away from his kiss-swollen lips. He huffs, fingers splaying out on your hips as you begin to ride him, rolling your hips and bouncing down on his cock. He grunts, mouth opening in a soft O, and you moan when he gives an instinctive little push of his hips, meeting you halfway as you find your own rhythm.

“Fuck,” he moans, craning his neck to lap his tongue against one nipple. You pull back before he can get a real taste, scraping your nails over his chest as you work him harder, faster, until his soft pants and grunts turn into full-fledged moans.

He cums with a strangled groan, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. You keep moving, giggling when he arches and bucks underneath you, breathing high in his throat as he crosses the brink from pleasure to overstimulation. Unable to take any more, he pushes you off with a hoarse laugh, and you collapse beside him, giggling with your lower lip between your teeth.

“Fuck, I needed that,” you sigh, turning your head to gaze at him.

“Me too.” He stretches one arm under your head, allowing you to scoot close into his side and rest your cheek against his chest. His heart is a steady beat, thumping slower and slower as his body calms, and you tip your head back to kiss under his jaw. He smiles, allowing his eyes to flutter closed, and skims his thumb over your shoulder.

You lie together in silence for a long time, calming down with soft kisses and touches. You’re the one to break the silence, running a hand over a small scar on his opposite shoulder.

“I don’t know why we never did this before,” you comment.

“Me either.” Sam kisses you tenderly. “It was good.”

You sigh against his lips, gazing up into his eyes as an ache suddenly builds in your throat. “Cas died.”

He nods slowly, exhaling long and slow through his nose. “Yeah. You wanna talk?”

You shrug. “I guess.”

“Tell you what.” Sam props himself on one elbow, leaning down to nuzzle your shoulder. “How about we take a shower, put something on the TV, we can take our time.”

“Uh… yeah,” you sigh, trying to keep your voice steady. “You go ahead.”

Sam gives you a soft, sad smile. “Don’t take too long, ‘kay?”

“I won’t.” You let your head roll back onto a pillow and close your eyes. “I just… I need to cry for a few minutes and I wanna be alone.”

He clicks his tongue and grazes his fingers over your cheek. “All right. I’ll save some hot water for you.”

“Don’t steal it all.”

“I won’t.” He kisses your cheek. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You sigh deeply. “I know. Go on, I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.” He slides out of bed, and you watch him tread slowly to the door and disappear into the hallway. Rolling onto your side, you bury your face against his pillow, sucking in a deep, shuddering breath and holding it.

Your strokes of luck lately have been too good to be true, and there’s a weight in your stomach that usually only means one thing. All the big, heavy-hitting players are gone. It’s just you, Sam, and Dean now, left alone to form your own little path in the world for the first time ever. It’s terrifying.

Shit’s going to hit the fan, and when it does, this time, it’ll be the worst thing to happen to you.

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[spnwriter]

I lied, apparently

Summary: The reader goes on a hunt alone despite the boys protests. She get his with a spell and, the boys help her out. 

Warnings: Language, Foursome, Oral (Female reviving) Unprotected sex, (Wrap it before you tap it) Anal, sexual harassment (Kinda), public masturbation, voyeurism, Dirty talk, 

A/N: as promised, this is the nastiest fic I’ve ever written. I hope you like it :)

Sam was right. He told me not to go on the hunt alone. Even though I had been hunting just as long as he has, he begged me not to go. I was stubborn. I broke the golden rule of hunting, never hunt alone. It was one witch. I hunted alone before I met the brothers. I didn't see a problem with it. Dean even protested the idea. Dean didn't argue with me as long as Sam did. Sam followed me around while I was packing. He felt the need to tell me all that could go wrong if I went alone. Before I left, I promised him that it would be perfectly fine. I promised him that I would come back in one piece and, not cursed.

I lied, apparently. Before I shot her, she threw purple powder at me. Whatever she threw at me hasn't affected me yet. I know it will eventually. I had planned on staying at the motel until whatever this is passes. Sam called. He didn't want to sound worried but, I could tell he was. Cas asked to talk to me. He told me to come home before the spell starts to take effect. He said he could sense my anxiety. I hear Sam cursing in the background. I knew I would get the I told you so. It was only a few hours drive from the motel. On the ride, I started to sweat. Like more than normal. I strip off my flannel as I drive. I suddenly regret the choice of wearing jeans. I blast the AC in attempts to cool off. Dear God, it's sweltering in here. I tied my hair up messily. I did whatever I could to cool off. I'm sweating threw my jeans. Why am I so hot? I groan as I try to crank the AC up. It's on full blast. I pull in front of the bunker. I need a change of clothes. I need a cold shower. I grab my bag before locking my door. I slowly walk down the stairs. Sam is waiting for me at the war room table. As soon as my boots hit the floor, Sam is on his feet. He wraps his arms around me tightly. "I was so worried. What happened?" He asks. "She hit me with something before I shot her. I'm fine, Sammy." I reassure. His hands move to rest on the small of my back. Arousal shoots down my spine. It's not unusual for me to be turned on by Sam. The massive secret (not so secret) crush on him. I push the thought out of my mind. "I knew you shouldn't have gone alone."  Sam utters. His grip tightens on me. The feeling of his hands on me feels better than normal. God, does he always smell this good? He lets go of me but, I don't let go. "Uh...Y/N?" Sam asks. I run my hands down his back. He's so muscular. How can someone have muscles on their back? My hand grazes the top of his ass. He flinches and, jumps away. Suddenly, I realize what I'm doing. "Oh God, Sam. I'm so sorry." I step closer without realizing it. It's like I'm craving his touch.My skin feels less on fire when he touches me. He grabs my hands to keep me from touching him. "Y/N? What's wrong?" Sam questions. "I don't know. I just need you." I whine. "Want to touch you."

Sam calls for Cas while he's fighting to keep me at arms length. Cas and, Dean come running from somewhere. I'm too focused on trying to touch Sam. I want to run my hands all over his body. "What the hell is happening?" Dean asks loudly. "She said she got hit with something." Sam explains while I try to move my hands to his crotch. He catches my hands. "Someone help me." Dean walks over. He picks me up under my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist. My hands run down his back. I caress as much skin as I can. He sets me on the war table. My legs tighten around him. I run my hands through his short hair. "Hmmm. Have you always been this attractive?" I ask Dean as I nuzzle into his neck. My lips graze his pulse point as he physically unwraps my legs from around his waist. He jumps away from me. "What the fuck is wrong with her?" Dean turns to Cas. Cas steps between my parted legs. I grab him by his tie to pull him closer. Has his lips always looked this good? I bet they'd feel amazing on my skin. I pull him in for a kiss. He freezes at the action. He pulls back as quickly as he can. He takes a step back as he observes me. "She's been hit by sex pollen." Cas informs.

"Fantastic." Sam rolls his eyes. I whine as I reach out for Cas. "Please. I need it." I cry. The three of them exchange a look. "No." Sam exclaims "She can't consent. Her judgment is clouded."

I need someone to touch me. While the trio argues, I slip off my jeans. I have no shame as I begin rubbing myself from outside my panties. I moan as my fingers catch my clit. All three of them turn their heads to look at me. "Fuck." Dean whispers. I look at them as I put my hands into my panties. I whine as I slip in a finger. This is what I need. Dean steps closer but, still out of reach. "Sweetheart, you need to stop. I know you need it but-

I cut him off. "Dean, Please. Touch me." I moan. "I bet your fingers feel better than mine." I hear him groan. Obscene sounds fill the room as I continue to play with myself. It feels good. It's not enough. Dean stays grounded as he watches. I turn to the younger Winchester. "Sam." I moan loudly. "Please. Need you to touch me." His hands clenched into a fist. I can see both their resolve breaking.I look to the angle. He's already looking at me. He visibly swallows. "She does need it." Cas voices. I notice the obvious bulges in the boys pants. They all stay in place staring. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." I announce. My back arches as I let go. The fire in my stomach didn't die down any. As I'm coming down from my high, I feel warm hands wrap around my waist. I get pulled into a hard body. Lips start nipping at the hollow of my throat. I don't care who it is. I just want someone to touch me. "So pretty when you cum, sweetheart." Deans breathy voice says. "Dean." I moan as his hands reach the edge of my tank top. He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes. He's silently asking for consent. "Please. I whimper. He yanks the tank top off my body. I vaguely hear the sound of ripping fabric but, I don't care.  Dean reached behind me. He clips my bra with one hand. Fuck, if that ain't hot. "Always wanted to see what these beauties look like." Dean groans as my breast bounce free from the bra. He doesn't hesitate to take them in his hands. God, his hands feel amazing. He hasn't touched me yet. I feel sated already. I feel a second set of much larger hands run up my thigh. Dean takes that moment to suck my nipple into his mouth. I look to my right and, see Cas standing there. He slowly lowers his lips to the side of my neck. Dean moves to make room from him. "I want to taste you." Cas says in my ear.

"Yes." I answer quickly. This spell has reduced me to a bitch in heat. I don't care who's touching me. I want to be touched. Dean pulls me from the table. He presses himself behind me. He's holding me still while Cas gets on my knees. Cas runs his hands up my thighs teasingly. Has his eyes always been this beautiful? He nibbles at my hip. He gently slides my panties down my legs. He flings them behind him. I see Sam sitting in a chair where Cas had slung my underwear. Sam leans forward to grab them. He lifts them to his face and, inhales deeply. There's something so incredibly hot about the dirty action. Cas picks up my right thigh. He drapes my leg over his shoulder. "She's so wet." Cas moans. Dean reaches down from behind me. He dips his fingers into me. God, I was right. His fingers feel amazing. Dean brings his finger to his mouth. He sucks my slick off them. "Wet and, sweet." Dean hums in my ear.

Cas buried his head in between my thighs. He's nibbling lightly on my clit. He's using his long tongue to fuck me. He's sucking at my lips. When he pushes a single finger inside me I lose it. "Fuck, Cas." I yell as I cum. Dean's holding my still while I come down. His hands run down my sides. Cas is rubbing my thighs. "You okay, sweetheart?" Dean asks. He's asking if I'm up for more. I push my ass agianst his hard-on. He groans in my ear. "You want something?" Dean questions. He takes my ear lobe between his teeth. "Want you." I moan as he grinds his impressively big hard-on against me. He comes around to face me. He gives me the patented Dean smirk before he presses his lips to mine. His tongue caresses my mouth. Fuck, he's a good kisser. I didn't even notice him moving me back to the map table. He pulls away as I push his flannel off his shoulders. He pulls off his shirt as I unbutton his pants. I press kisses down his throat as he slips off his jeans. His length is resting on my lower stomach. Dean pulls back. He runs his cock through my slick. Who knew he was packing this much? Seven inches and, thick. "Cas," I whine at the angle. "Want you in my ass." The angle appears beside me completely naked. He has a bottle of lube in his hand. I don't even question it. Dean lifts me off the table. "Wrap your legs around me." Dean grunts. "Gonna fuck that pussy while Cas gets you ready for him."

Dean slowly pushes in. "Fuck, sweetheart. Maybe we should have opened you up. You're so fucking tight." Dean moans as he pulls back. The response I had died on my tongue as I feel Cas' fingers circle my tightest hole. I had only done anal once. It wasn't a pleasant experience. Somehow I trust Cas to make this feel good. Dean slowly pressing more of himself in me and, pulling back. I don't know what to focus on. The stretch of Dean's cock or the feeling of Cas' fingering my ass. Finally, Dean gets all the way in. He lets out a grunt at the feeling. "Shit. I'm not going to last long." Dean groans as he pulls back. Cas begins pressing into me from behind. "God, neither am I." I moan loudly. They work in perfect sync. Dean pulls out, Cas pushes in. I lean back against Cas. "Fuck, Dean. Right there." I whimper. He's perfectly hitting my g spot. "Yeah, you like my cock in you baby?" Dean asks. "Fucking love it." I respond. "You feel so good." I hear Cas say from behind me. Cas reaches around to thumb at my clit. "Are you getting close?" Cas asks in my ear. I nod unable to talk. It just feels so good. I moan loudly as my climax hits me. Dean groans into my neck. He bottoms out one last time before he cums. Cas grasps me from under my thighs.   "Where do you want me?" Cas asks with his voice wavering. "In me." I groan as Dean pulls out. I feel his release trickling down my thighs. "In your tight little ass or in you pretty little pussy?" Cas questions as he pull on my ear lobe. I've never heard the angle talk like that. Fuck, that's hot. " I don't care." Cas pulls out of my ass. He presses into my wetness. Shit, he's thicker than Dean. His length is shorter but, thicker. The stretch feels amazing. "Even after Dean fucked you, your still tight."

Cas thrusts three more times before he cums. He shouts my name as he releases. I've never felt so full before. Cas pulls away slowly. "Sam," I whine at the youngest Winchester. "Want you." "Look at that, Sammy. Our little cum slut wants you to." Dean taunts. Sam stands from his chair. His length is already out. Holy shit. He's fucking packing. Nine inches and, thicker than Castiel. He wraps his hand around it. He smirks as he sees me eyeing him. He picks me up effortlessly. He sets me back on the table. "You want this, baby?" Sam runs his tip through my lips. He stops to tease my clit. "Fuck. Please." I whine. "Not satisfied yet, are you?" "No, sir. Want your cock." Sam moans at the tittle. "Hm, you are a little cum slut. Aren't you?" He snickers. "Yes, Sir. Love being so full."

"I'm not going to last long." Sam warns as he slowly presses in. "Shit." I whine. He pauses. "Are you okay?" I nod frantically as I grab his hips to pull him closer. "So fucking big." "I'm not even in all the way yet." He groans as he bottoms out. "Shit. Such a tight little pussy." Sam moans in my ear. "Hm, maybe we need to fuck you lose." My response comes out as a loud gasp. Sam had pulled all the way out and, slammed back in.He pauses. My head thrown back. "You feel so good." He takes that as his cue. He continues his rough pace. The obscene sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. "You like it rough? Huh, baby?" "So good." "Yeah, you like my cock? Like having everyone fuck you like the whore you are?" "Yes. Fuck. Use me." "Yeah, you like being our little fuck toy?" I moan his name loudly as I climax for the final time tonight. Sam isn't far behind. "So fucking tight. So fucking wet. God." Sam groans as he slams into me one last time. I feel his release paint my walls. He rests on my chest while he catches his breath. Suddenly, I'm clear of the mind. The realization of what just happened hit me. Holy shit, I just slept with all of my friends. What does this mean? Will it affect our friendship? Sam slowly pulls out. He places a loving kiss on my lips. "Don't overthink." He whispers. Dean hands me his flannel to cover myself. Sam disappears into the kitchen. The pair get dressed quickly.Dean wraps his arms around me. "Don't worry, Y/N. This doesn't change anything." He whispers as he presses a gentle kiss on my cheek.

Cas takes Dean's place when he steps back. He runs his finger through my matted hair. "Dean's right. This doesn't affect your relationship at all." Cas kisses me on the side of the head. "I won't protest to a repeat performance." Dean smirks. "Keep it in your pants, Winchester." I joke. He laughs loudly. Sam comes back into the room. Dean and, Cas leave. Sam gently spreads my legs. He takes the damp, warm rag in his hands and, wipes away the mess between my legs. He's careful to avoid any sensitive areas. He sets the rag beside us. I reach out to grasp his flannel. I never did get him naked. That's something I would have loved to see. Of course, I like Sam. I think I may have ruined everything by sleeping with his brother while he watched. I don't know how I'm going to be able to look him in the eyes. Sleeping with Dean and, Cas didn't mean anything to me. I happened because I needed it. That stupid fucking spell may have just ruined my chances with the guy I'm in love with. He gently picks me up. He carries me bridal style to the bathroom. He sets me on the cold ground. "I thought you'd like a shower." He says while he rubs the back of his neck. Alright, now or never. Don't be a wimp. This maybe your only shot. I give Sam the most seductive look I can manage. I drop the flannel to the floor. He looks at me with wide eyes. "Why don't you join me?" I ask as I play with the hem of his shirt. "If that's what you want." He utters. "What I want is you." He looks at me with surprise on his face. "What?" "Before all of that...which we'll talk about later. I had feelings for you. I know I may have just messed that up back there but, I had to let you know. I felt like this was my only shot." He's silent. He's just looking down at me. "Sam. Say something, please." I beg. He grabs my hips and, pulls me into his hard chest. He dips down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. He allows his tongue to roll with mine for a while before he pulls away. "You didn't ruin anything. If I'm honest, it was kinda hot." "Oh, someone likes watching." I tease "I like watching you." "Come watch me some more then."

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A Deal’s a Deal - No Nut November

Ship:  Reader x Sam; OFC x Sam Rating : Explicit A/N: anon request Enjoy!! Submit? Warnings: 18+ NSFW,  unprotected sex, dub!con, non!con, witch curse Summary: Sam and Dean try to do the challenge and the reader (who has a crush on Sam does everything she can to make him lose/fail! Word Count: 1594

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“SAM!”  Dean shouted as the younger brother was tripped by an unseen force and then thrown against a wall.  Dean pulled his gun out as he turned around, but it fell from his hand as the force slammed him into an opposing wall.

“Tsk tsk tsk,”  The witch shook her finger as she stepped out of the shadows.  “You boys are in an awful lot of trouble.”  She grinned menacingly.

“What are you waiting for, kill us already,”  Sam groaned as the forcing holding him to the wall got tighter.

“I don’t want to kill you,”  Elayne said looking between the two men.

“No, you just want to bore us with your monologue right, Pussy Galore?��  Dean taunted.

“How about you not talk?”  She brushed her hand over Dean’s mouth.  He looked at Sam, opened his mouth, and then closed it with a ticked off look to the witch.

“I know you’ve been hunting me,”  She said twirling the end of her hair absently.  “But I think you can help me.”

“We would never help you,”  Sam said seconds after Dean’s mouth opened again.

“No voluntarily,”  Elayne agreed, nodding her head.  “But that got me thinking.  You guys give you DNA away like candy.  Why wouldn’t you give it to me?”

“What are you talking about?”  Sam asked confused as he looked to Dean.  The older brother shrugged.  “Why do you need our DNA?”

“I need the DNA of a possessed human for a spell,”  The witch swatted the air in front of her like it was a stupid question.  Dean threw his hands up in the air.  “Fine, you can talk.”

“Thank you!  We don’t just go around throwing our DNA around willy nilly,”  Dean crossed his arm as he spoke, not seeming to care that his feet weren’t touching the ground.

“Oh! Really?  I must have you boys confused with other hunters then,”  Elayne laughed at her own statement.  “I’m sorry,”  She giggled one last time recovering her composure.  “I’ll make you a deal, if you spill your DNA anywhere I’m going to be there to collect it.  So if someone cuts you,”  She walked over to Sam and scratched a nail across his upper chest until there was a bright red line, but no blood.  “You won’t bleed but I’ll come to you and take your DNA then.  Prove me wrong and I won’t cast my spell,”  She looked between the brothers.  “You have one month.  Trick or Treat.”

The brothers fell to the ground and Elayne disappeared.

“What the hell?”  Dean asked when they had recovered.

“I don’t know.  But we should get out of here,”  Sam said.

“We need to stay in the motel,”  Sam said as they got back to their room.

“For the whole month of November?”  Dean asked in disbelief.

“Not only that,”  Sam said quietly as you came running and threw your arms around his neck.

“I was worried about you, what happened?”  You asked pecking him on the cheek.

“Nothing important.  But Dean and I are gonna challenge ourselves this month,”  Sam said feigning chipperness.

“We are?”  Dean asked unexcited.

“We are gonna participate in -ahem- No nut November,”  Sam said awkwardly as he gave Dean a pointed look and pulled himself away from you.

“Wait what?  Why?  You’ve never done anything like that before.  What’s really going on?”  You asked looking suspiciously between Sam and Dean trying to figure out who would crack first.

“No, Sam’s right.  We really want to do this,”  Dean said, trying to cover the monotony in his voice.

“Fine,”  You said with a snarl, hating to be left out.

True to their words Sam and Dean stayed in the motel room all the time.  You went out for food and even slept in a separate room.  Despite your best efforts, Sam would barely even look at you, and when he did he looked sad.  After not seeing the brothers for thanksgiving you’d had enough.  Something was going on and they weren’t telling you what it was.  You knew they had secrets but this was the last straw.  You called Sam’s cellphone and told him you needed him, claiming it was urgent.  You put on a see-through teddy and displayed yourself on the bed.

“I came as fast as I could, what’s wr- oh,”  Sam stared at you and let the door close behind him.  You spread your legs to give him a full view and watched as he swallowed hard.

“I needed you desperately,”  You whispered huskily.

“No- I can’t, I’m sorry,”  Sam said shaking his head.

“November is over tomorrow, I won’t tell Dean.  Just come here and see how wet I am for you,”  You tweaked a nipple through your clothes as Sam took a step toward you.

“Well, I guess the month is up,”  Sam took his shirt off.  

He laid with his face between your legs before lifting your hips.  He licked at your dripping pussy and suckled your clit, forcing a small cry to leave your lips.  You had never cum so hard on his mouth before, and your legs were red and tingling from his slight scruff.  It was obvious that he hadn’t been shaving very closely.

“Sam I want you so badly,”  You said as Sam crawled up your body and kissed you hard.  He groaned as you felt his cock against your leg throb.

“I can’t,”  Sam pulled himself off of your body and grabbed his shirt before running out of the room.

“What happened to you?”  Dean asked as Sam came back into the room panting.

“Nothing,”  Sam said fixing his shirt.

“You went and saw her didn’t you?”  Dean asked knowingly.

“What are you talking about?”  Sam asked looking at his brother.

“You missed a spot,”  Dean said pointing to his mouth and then at Sam’s face.  Sam’s face dropped and he wiped desperately at his face.  “I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold out.  At least she’s not suspicious about our job yet?”  When Sam looked at the floor Dean stood up.  “You get back over there and convince her everything is fine.”

“Fine,”  Sam said walking back out of the room.

“I’m sorry for rushing out like that,”  Sam said as he came back into your room.  You had curled up and rolled to look away from him.  “Can you forgive me?”

“Maybe,” you said twirling the end of your hair.  “Make it up to me?”  You got up on your knees and showed off your glistening cunt and backside.

“Fuck,”  Sam groaned as he palmed his crotch through his denim.

“That’s what I was thinking,”  You giggled.  Sam pulled his pants off and curled himself around your backside letting his cock press at your entrance.

“God you’re so big,”  You groaned as he started short thrusts to ease his way into you.  “Why did you wait so long to fuck me?”  You asked.

“Needed to get through November,”  Sam grunted as you squeezed him tight.  “It’s so close, I promise to make you cum, and then after midnight we can do this for real.”

“What?”  You asked incredulously.  

“What’s the matter?”  Sam asked pulling out and slamming back in.  “Is that not soon enough for you?”  He chuckled at his joke.

You pulled yourself off of him before spinning around on the bed and pushing him back.  He fell so that his head was hanging off the bed as you straddled him to keep him from falling off the rest of the way.

“It’s not soon enough,”  Elayne’s voice came from where you had been a moment before and she took Sam’s cock in her hand pumping him several times.

“You bitch,”  Sam said as he closed his eyes to keep himself under control.

“I’m a witch, thank you,”  Elayne said rolling her eyes.  “Why can’t you just give me what I want?!”

“Cause you’re a witch,”  Sam said breathing hard through his nose as Elayne teased him and did things to him that brought him closer to the edge than he thought he could be.

“You were so close when you were here with your little friend earlier, but then you changed your mind.  Apparently, she’s not enough for you and you need something more,”  Elayne snarled as she bent her head to lick at the crown of Sam’s cock.

“What did you do to her?”  Sam asked temporarily drawn away from his orgasm as you were mentioned.

“Cum for me and I’ll give her back,”  Elayne taunted as she took Sam’s cock all the way to the back of her throat.  Sam yelled in his sexual frustration.  He was so close and felt like he was going to explode, but he knew he couldn’t, even as Elayne moved to slide his full length inside of her.

“Get off of his you bitch!”  You cried from the doorway as Dean kicked the door open.

“Yeah, witch, what she said!”  Dean yelled awkwardly.

“He’s mine, it’s too late,”  Elayne grinned as Sam’s hips rutted up into her heat.

“Shit,”  Sam groaned as his control slipped.

“I’ve got her,”  Dean yelled as he lifted his gun and shot at her.  She disappeared into thin air and Sam cried as his orgasm was ripped away from his grasp with her.

“Sam!”  You sobbed as you ran over and covered him.  “You’re going to be okay.  I’ll help you,”  You whispered so that Dean wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go to the bar,”  Dean said as he looked at a clock that read 11:58 p.m.

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Mine...

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader lives with Sam and dean they are best friends. The reader and dean have a secret relationship and dean gets jealous of the reader and Sam hanging out all day. So Dean shows the reader who she belongs too in the bedroom.

Warnings: SMMUUTTTT!!! LOL, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom!dean, hint of breading kink, biting, daddy!kink, hint of praise kink, rough sex, jealous!dean (yep he has a warning lol.) language. a little bit of edging, orgasm denial. I think that’s about it. 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (friends) Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2226

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Please don’t copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one! Trying to knock down some of these requests because they kind of piled up on me lol.

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"Looks like we're going to get another 8 to 10 inches by nightfall," Sam announces as he flops down at the table in the kitchen of the bunker you have been calling home for the last two years. "So it looks like we're going to be stuck here a little longer, all the roads are closed going in and out of town, and the DOTD says just about everything is not passable."

"Great! More time indoors! Just what I wanted to hear! Did I mention how much I HATE winter?" you complained as you sit down a cup of coffee in front of Sam, and took a seat across from him with your own. 

Dean was leaning up against the island in the middle of the kitchen. Looking at the two of you silently. He'd about reach the end of his rope with sitting inside and doing nothing. Dean was used to hunting, and if this snow blast didn't clear out of here soon, and he wasn't able to blow off some steam by chopping the head off of some freak he was going to eat the business end of his favorite pistol. 

"Well we could use the time to go through some of those old documents in the file room, or we can lay up all day long and watch crap TV, up to you." Sam suggested, and while you normally didn't' mind research, today you just weren't into it.

"I vote for crap TV," you said. 

You could almost feel Dean's eyes boring into the back of your head. 

"What's up Dean?" Sam asked his brother, noticing his change in demeanor, and the murderous look he was giving the two of you currently.

"Nothing. I'm just going to go work on Baby," he mumbled, slamming his coffee cup down into the sink and stalking out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked, and you just shrugged it off. 

"No Idea. Cabin fever maybe?" you suggest, knowing damn well that wasn't the problem.

See you and Sam were best friends and had been since the day you'd meet the Winchester brothers. You just clicked. You both loved research and were a bit nerdy if you were being honest. 

Dean on the other hand, well, you and Dean were something else altogether. 

For the last few months, you and Dean had been secretly in a relationship that started after you fell in bed with each other on a particularly bad hunt where you lost a child that drowned in a bathtub before Dean or yourself could stop that particular nasty poltergeist. 

You'd both walked away a little shook up from that hunt, and when you got back to the motel room and Sammy went out to get food Dean had confessed his feelings for you, which ended up with the two of you in the bed, then the shower, then in the backseat of Baby later that night while Sammy was in the room sound asleep. 

Dean always was a little bit of a jealous type, and your decision to keep this a secret for a little while so that you didn't have a giant Chuck sized target on your back until this war with him was all sorted out had been anything but easy for Dean.

Lately, he seemed to be getting more and more uneasy about the platonic friendship with Sam, as much as he'd been trying not to show it. Still, you weren't going to blow your friend off because your boyfriend was in a mood. 

So for the rest of the day, Sam and yourself watched crap TV and ate junk food. Dean stayed hidden in the garage with his car, he didn't come in for lunch and when he came in for dinner all he did was glare at you.

After dinner, you were standing at the sink washing dishes when Sam came up, gave you a hug, and told you he was turning in for the night. You told him good night and thought you were alone. 

Until you felt Dean press himself into you from behind and grab your hair with his free hand, while the other wrapped around your middle and held you to him as tight as he could. 

As soon as you felt him against you it's like something shot straight to your core, and you wanted nothing more than to have him take you right there over the island in the kitchen, but that would be too risky.

"You, me, bedroom, 15 minutes," he husked in your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to send a wave of pleasure shooting through your body.

You had to bite down on your lips to stop the moan from escaping you that almost slipped past your defenses. 

"Yes sir," you mumbled, and he released you, stalking off towards the shower to clean up from the day. 

Quickly as you could with anticipation pumping through you like electricity, you hurriedly finished the dishes and all but ran to Dean's room. Slipping into the room and shutting the door quietly behind you.

You didn't even know he was in there in the dark until he slammed his body into yours, pressing your face first against the door, one hand wrapping back up in your hair, and the other slipping inside the waistband of your leggings and underwear, running his fingers lightly over your slick folds, but avoiding where you wanted him the most. 

His mouth attacking your neck and the sensitive skin behind your ear, leaving deep purple bruises and bite marks as he went. You knew you'd never be able to cover those up, but also didn't care. 

"Dean," you whined, pressing your ass into his already fully erected cock, taking note that he was completely naked. 

You were answered with a deep growl in the back of his throat and a tightening grip on your hair as he spun you around to face him, his eyes almost glowing, even in the almost completely dark room.

"You think you can just lay around on the couch with my little brother all day watching TV like you two are a thing. You're mine, you belong to me, and by the end of the night you're going to know it." 

God if you weren't wet before you were now. 

Before you could even open your mouth and respond to him Dean's lips found yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His hands make quick work of stripping your pants and underwear from your body, before breaking the kiss just long enough to rip your shirt off your body. 

"No braY/N?" he all but growled, his teeth grazing against your neck as he picked you up by your thighs and started to rut his leaking erection through your wet folds. Your body jerking at the contact of his spongy tip with your swollen clit. 

"Daddy please!"

"Shhh. Daddy has rules, and you've been a very bad girl, haven't you? Laid all up on the couch with my little brother. I don't fucking think so, baby girl. It's time Sammy learns just which one of us you belong to." 

Carrying you over to the bed he drops you onto the memory foam mattress, his eyes roaming your body like a prize. 

"Hands and knees. Now," he commanded you, and you scampered onto your hands and knees for him as he positioned himself behind you on the bed, The familiar clink of a belt buckle sending had your core already clenching around nothing, and he hadn't even touched you yet.

One of his big hands came down on the supple rounds of your ass, massaging the skin there and examining his blank template of flesh that was presented before him.

"Safeword," he commanded.

"Impala."

No sooner had the word escaped your lips when the thick leather of the belt that had just been on Dean's body a little while ago came down hard on your ass, causing a sound that was a squeak, and a moan falls from your lips.

"Count!" he yelled at you, his deep voice sending shivers down your body.

"One"

"Two" 

"Three" 

"Four"

"Five"

Each slap of the belt got harder and harder. He was pushing your limits and you knew it. Your moans between counting growing louder and louder and you were sure that if Sam couldn't hear the two of you he must be dead. Slick was literally sliding down your thigh as Dean continued to punish your ass.

"Nine" 

"Ten"

Finally, he seemed to be satisfied that your as was a delicious shade of red. Running his hand over your heated skin he hummed in approval. 

"Good girl," he praised you, pressing his body against yours running his fingers through your dripping fold, pressing his index and middle finger deep inside of you while his thumb rolled over your clit at the same rhythm he was curling his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot deep down inside of you that only he could

"Look at you all wet for Daddy. Do you want Daddy to fuck that pretty little pussy, full you up with my cum until it's dripping out of you, and down that pretty red ass? Make you mine." 

He growled in your ear, your walls starting to flutter around his fingers that he had buried deep inside of you, your release so close you could taste it.

Right before you were thrown over the edge of your release he pulled himself from you completely knowing you were close, leaving you cold and shuttering on the bed, still on your hands and knees. You could hear him chuckle almost darkly as he rounded the bed pumping his thick length as he admired you. 

"Dean please!" you begged him as he cocked his head to the side, watching you, his eyes lust blown, and a look that reminded you of his time as a demon on his face. 

"Please what, baby girl? What do you want Daddy to do to you, all you gotta do is ask?" 

You whined as he continued to work his tick length slowly keeping himself ready.

"Please Daddy, fuck me!" you whined and he was on you faster than you expected him to be. Grabbing you by your hair and maneuvering you to your back and he crawled over your body. Settling himself between your legs. His tip pressed into your waiting entrance.

"As you wish, Sweetheart," Dean whispered before slamming into you in one quick deep thrust, not giving you any time at all to adjust to his thick girth as he pounded into you as a punishing pace. The coil tightens in your stomach quickly as he fucks you almost flat onto your stomach, his hand slipping around you, and rubbing your clit in harsh circles matching his pace. 

"Dean," you moaned, feeling your release so close that your body was shaking under him. You knew better than to cum without his permission, not when he was this dominant. 

"Not yet," he growled feeling your walls flutter around him. lowing himself down as his lips met yours, his thrust deep and slow, his whole demeanor changing as he slowly drove his cocking into your clenching walls, the tip hitting your cervix almost painfully, but in the best way.

"Look at me, Sweetheart," his voice was so soft that it threw you off guard. You looked at him and for the first time, you saw more love and softness in his eyes than you even saw. 

"I love, Y/N." 

For a moment you were so stunned you didn't know what to say. Tears welling in your eyes surpassing the almost unbearable need to cum for a moment.

"I love you too, Dean." 

"Let go, baby girl," he whispered to you as his lips met yours in a tender, passionate kiss. Your walls clamp down around him and his seed spilling deep inside of you as you both feel over the edge together as your orgasms sweep through your bodies, hitting your very soul, Dean's name a prayer on your lips as he grunted into your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin, and sweat damping both of your bodies.

As soon as you both had control over your breathing Dean pulled out of you slowly, kissing you on your lips before disappearing and heading to the bathroom, coming back with a warm damp rag, and a bottle of lotion to soothe your overly red skin of your ass that was still stinging lightly, and you were pretty sure you'd not only be walking funny, but sitting funny tomorrow as well.

Once Dean was done with the aftercare he climbed back into bed and pulled you tight to his chest. 

"I'm sorry I lost control like that baby, I was too rough with you tonight," Dean mumbled, pressing a chased kiss to the top of your head. 

"You weren't too rough with me Dean. I would have used my safe word if you had been." 

"I was jealous of you hanging out with Sammy all day. I can't handle this sinking around. I don't care who knows we're together. I'll deal with whatever happens, and I'll die protecting you if I have to, but I don't give a damn who your mine." 

He tucked the covers protectively around you, pulling you even tighter against him.

"I love, Sweetheart."

I love you too, Dean. I'm all yours."

"Mine," Dean mumbled. Kissing you softly. "And I'm all yours."

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Dive Bar, Ch 3/?

Pairing: Dean x OFC (Dany) x Sam (brief), Dean x Sam (eventually) 

Rating: 18+

Prompt/Summary: @spnkinkbingo square - Gay Panic (eventually, I don’t know how to write short things, so the gay panic comes later). Dany and Dean hit it off at a bar and Dean is confident it’s a sure thing. But Dean doesn’t know that Dany’s has a dare to complete, and he definitely didn’t imagine his night would end with his pull inviting his little brother to come home with them too. 

WC: 2690

Warnings: slight d/s tones, oral sex (m receiving), incest, p in v, orgasms, threesome, emotional constipation 

Chapter 2

*** Dean’s eyes were wide and glassy, flicking from Dany to Sam, Dany’s slick still shining on his chin. 

“I don’t think he’s touched anyone else’s cock before,” Sam smirked. “Maybe I need to show him how it’s done.” He was still lazily stroking himself, a lusty smile spread over his lips. 

Dean didn’t think he should feel any better about that prospect than Dany’s request but he also knew if he thought too hard about it he would stop, he would back out, and he wasn’t about to stand down. Goddamnit, Sam wasn’t gonna scare Dean off now. If he did he’d never let Dean hear the end of it.

Screw it. Dean didn’t exactly say ‘sure, go for it’ but Sam correctly took his silence to be the green light.

Dean crawled up the length of the bed and pulled Dany down to kiss him. She could taste herself on his tongue, thick and cloying. Dean tried to devour her, kneading her breasts and losing his fingers in her hair, desperately trying to distract himself from what he knew was coming. He grunted when he felt fingers dance over the head of his cock and drag down its length. Nervous about what he would see, he looked down, relieved when he saw the clearly female hands rather than Sam’s. Sam’s hands that have apparently done this before, touched another dude’s junk before. Hang on.

“Wait, Sam,” Dean panted. Trying to collect the thoughts he’d had just a moment ago was harder once Dany started jerking him off. 

“Yes Dean?” Sam had been expecting the protest, the hesitation, and he sat by their feet, gently stroking up and down Dany’ legs. 

“You’re gonna ‘show me how it’s done’?” The air quotes were heavily implied in his voice. “When the hell have you touched someone else’s dick?” Dean was agitated, almost indignant. Sam knew he’d be nervous about it but this felt like more than that for some reason, not that Sam could fathom what that reason was. 

“I told you,” Sam shrugged, “I’ve done this before.” He nudged his way between the tangle of legs on the bed and clasped a hand on Dean’s hip. Somewhere deep inside he questioned whether that was to steady Dean, or himself. “So just, let me do this, okay?” And without any more preamble Sam was sinking his mouth over Dean’s cock, chasing Dany’s fingers down his shaft, and not stopping until his nose was pressed against the skin of his brother’s waist. 

“Shit!” Dean nearly choked on how good it felt. He had to fight to keep his hips from fucking further down Sam’s throat, scared he’d hurt him somehow. He’d never had anyone able to take him that deep. 

Dany was kissing down Dean’s neck and chest, leaving small bites in her wake, but all the while keeping her eyes locked on Sam bobbing up and down on his brother’s cock. Christ, she didn’t think she’d seen anything that hot in her life before. Every time Sam pulled back, his lips dragged across Dean’s skin and she could see his tongue twisting around the shaft the whole way, leaving trails of spit to drip back down into the curls his nose had just been pressed against. And all the while, Sam was moaning, humming every time he got Dean back down his throat. Dany didn’t have a dick but she would have bet a whole lot of money that that felt incredible.  

“Fuck,” Dean whined, high in his throat and breathless. 

“Hey Dean,” Dany whispered against his ear. “I think Sam was being serious when he said he knew what he was doing.” 

“Yeah, no sh- shiiit.” Dean’s scoff was bitten off in a moan when Sam pulled back and sucked sloppily on his tip. “What the fuck did they teach you at that college?” 

Sam pulled off with a laugh and shook the hair out of his eyes, but he didn’t let go of Dean, still pumping his hand firmly up and down. 

“I didn’t just learn out of books at Stanford.” Flicking his gaze to Dany for a moment, Sam drew her attention away from her assault of Dean’s neck. “Condoms?” 

“Yeah,” Dany panted and spun to grab them out of her bedside drawer. “How many-” 

“Two,” Sam grunted and reached for them. Dropping one aside for the moment, he tore into the other packet and rolled it quickly down Dean’s length. “C’mere sweetheart,” Sam grabbed Dany’s hand and pulled her up into an earnest kiss, taking his time to twist his tongue into her mouth and kiss until he’d taken her breath away. When he pulled back she just stayed there, eyes closed and swaying a little. 

“Get on,” he smirked, nodding at Dean’s cock, still standing tall and hard in his hand.

Dany climbed over Dean’s lap happily, still facing Sam. Dean grabbed at her ass and pushed her apart so he could watch his cock disappear between her legs, groaning as her hot, tight, pulsing cunt sucked him in greedily. 

“God you look good like that,” Sam grinned, brushing her hair out of her face. Dany whimpered at the compliment, shifting minutely back and forth, trying to adjust to Dean inside of her. Sam noticed and smiled. “He’s big isn’t he?”  

“Mm-hm,” Dany sighed. “How did you fit him in your mouth? Jesus.” 

“How’s she feel Dean?” 

“Awesome,” he grunted, grinding his hips up a little harder, trying to get into a rhythm of fucking up inside her. “Fuckin’ tight.” Dany squeezed around him, dragging another expletive from his lips. 

“Stop teasing ‘im now, come on,” Sam laughed, smacking her on the ass.  

“But it’s so fun to tease him,” Dany pouted and ground down in a slow circle. Dean couldn’t even make a coherent word this time. 

“Yeah but we both know how desperate you are for more.” Sam reached forward and wound his fingers in the hair at the base of her skull, pulling himself up to his full height on his knees so she had to look up to his face. “You’re so desperate for cock you wanted two of us here,” he sneered. “Dean here is just your warm up. Show me what I have to look forward to.” 

Dean groaned again when Dany clenched around him instinctively at Sam’s words. She quit teasing and did as Sam said, starting to move in earnest now. With each bounce up and down she picked up her pace, gasping when she tipped back just enough to get Dean to fuck right against her g-spot with each pass. 

Sam stroked himself as he watched Dany take her pleasure, using Dean as a means to an end. And Dean was more than happy with his role if the look on his face was any indication. His eyes were scrunched, his mouth open and panting, head tipped back with the strain of focusing all his energy into his hips. He’d planted his heels in the mattress for extra leverage so he could pound into Dany as urgently as she was fucking back on to him. Her fingers groped behind her, looking for purchase on something but slipping off the sweat beading on Dean’s chest. 

Dean circled his arms around her waist and pulled them back up the bed, miraculously keeping his dick inside her as he did, and ended sitting up behind her, chest to back, so she could drop her head onto his shoulder while he took control, setting a punishing pace. His hands moved to her breasts, pinching at the nipples until they stood hard and pink and made Sam’s mouth water. Sam watched Dean bury his face in the crook of her neck but he didn’t have the energy to kiss it. His mouth just hung open, teeth scraping over the damp skin every time Dany lurched upwards. 

In this new position Dean felt even deeper and Dany was so close to falling over her edge a second time. She reached between her legs to rub at herself, not caring enough to put on a show for Sam, who she knew was still jerking himself off as he watched them, just wanting to feel that release as quickly as possible. As her whines crept higher and higher in her throat Dean’s eyes flickered open and he noticed her hand between her legs. With renewed vigour, he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her, chasing his own high. 

He didn’t know what made him do it. There were so many moans and whimpers saturating the air around them he couldn’t really have been able to tell that one was Sammy’s but he thought he heard it, and he opened his eyes to look up to his little brother, still sitting on the end of the bed watching them, and when their eyes met, Dean broke. 

His eyelids crashed down again as his hips stuttered and bucked erratically into Dany, who had hit her own edge moments before. Dean’s breath caught in his chest as he came down still rocking up into Dany’s warmth reflexively, letting the last pulses of pleasure squeeze out of him into the condom. 

Sam didn’t give them much time to relish in their moment, nearly on the verge of cumming himself after watching their little performance. He quickly ripped into the second condom packet and rolled it on. Then he reached out for Dean’s legs and pulled the recovering pair back down the bed, so Dean was lying flat again. 

Dany pulled off of Dean with a groan and leant forward to kiss Sam. He indulged her for a moment before he manhandled her off Dean’s lap to flip her around and reposition her, this time hovering over Dean on all fours. He straddled Dean’s thighs and leant down to lap at the slick pooling on the lips of Dany’s pussy, and flicking his tongue further down over her clit, which drew an agonised gasp from above him. Dany braced her forehead against Dean’s chest when she felt the tip of Sam’s cock nudge against her, pushing gently into the silken heat his tongue had just been probing. Sam had been right before; Dean was just a warm up. 

As soon as he’d bottomed out Sam broke into a brutal pace, his position allowing him to fuck into Dany harder and quicker than Dean had been able to from beneath her. He was rewarded with Dany’s keening and small, mewling whimpers that filled the heavy air around them. 

Sam folded himself over her back and laced his fingers through hers on the bed. Each thrust pitched Dany harder and harder against Dean, who was still beneath the pair, holding Dany’s head against his heaving chest, stroking her hair softly.

It didn’t take Sam long to build up to his own orgasm and when he was close, he pulled his head up and locked eyes with his brother over Dany’s shoulder. 

“Touch her Dean,” he grunted, pushing faster and faster to reach his peak. Dean complied without hesitation, fumbling between Dany’s legs until her whine told him he’d found her clit, and seconds later it was over, Sam’s eyes finally leaving Dean’s when he came, slamming shut as he choked out a groan and went rigid inside Dany’s body. Dany was twitching between Sam and Dean, breath leaving her in shudders that rocked her whole body. Dean kept petting her hair, waiting for her breathing to even out. Eventually Sam relaxed and slumped down over the pair, struggling to regulate his own breathing. For a moment, the silence was comfortable and soothing, but that quickly became too much for Dean.

“Dude, not to kill the moment, but get your behemoth body off’a me.”

*

In the end, Sam was glad Dean had insisted on driving the Impala over to Dany’s; it saved them the walk back to the bar at the ass-crack of dawn. 

After the three of them had untangled on the bed, they’d gone through the standard motions in a state of semi consciousness. Tying off condoms, grabbing glasses of water, hunting for lost underwear and t-shirts. Dany convinced them to stick around for the night. The bed was a bit small for three people, especially when two of them were the size the Winchesters were, but it did the job for a few hours.

Sam jerked awake in the grey light of an autumn predawn when Dean’s arm accidentally whacked him in the face. He retaliated in kind, flicking Dean perfunctorily on the forehead to wake him from his snuffling sleep. Two bathroom breaks and a hurriedly scribbled note later, the brothers were staggering across the blacktop and settling onto the black leather bench they called home. 

At first the silence was easily explained away by lack of sleep and the early hour. Their post-case exit strategy was routine enough that the stop-off at the motel to retrieve their bags and extract a cup of coffee from the vending machine in the lobby was all handled non-verbally, without complaint or complication. 

And for a while, they just drove. The grey light of the morning had turned into a grey day, the clouds hanging low over their heads and their mists creeping out across the countless fields that lined the highway. But the further away from that small college town they drove, the heavier the silence hung around them. By lunch time it became apparent that Dean hadn’t been driving anywhere in particular and while he breezed through a Gas-n-Sip to scrounge up some food, Sam scoured the newspapers he’d managed to find out front. 

Dean’s first attempt at speech caught in his throat, and he had to hide it behind a cough before he tried again. “Anything interesting?” He nodded at the paper Sam had spread across his lap, tossing him a bottled smoothie. What a girl. 

“Uh,” Sam glanced at Dean, who was resolutely picking through a packet of jerky, then cleared his throat. “No, um, nothing that looks like our sort of thing.”  

“Awesome,” Dean grunted and cranked the ignition. 

Sam chanced another look at his brother as they drove down the main street of whatever sleepy town they’d stopped off in. Dean was staring out at the road in front of them, seemingly concentrating on driving, but Sam could tell his eyes weren’t actually taking in anything in front of them. Whatever he was seeing it was only in his head, and he didn’t seem inclined to share with the class. 

“Do we need t-”

“Nope.”

“Were you gonna let me actually finish my sentence?” Sam griped. 

“We don’t need to talk about it, Sam, there’s nothing to talk about.” 

“Oh, really? That why you’ve been all ‘Silence of the Lambs’ since we left this morning?”

“Oh and what, you’ve been Mr. Chatty Cathy?”

“I’m just saying-”

“There’s nothing to say, Sam. So we banged the same chick last night, so what? She was hot, it was fun, end of story. I don’t need a damn debrief.” 

“Come on, Dean, that is not all that happened last night. You really expect me to believe nothing’s up with you?”

“You play 20 questions with all your one night stands or am I just lucky?” Dean sneered, glancing to his right for the first time since Sam had started talking and immediately regretting his decision. Looking at Sam only magnified the chaos he’d been slowly descending into since last night. 

“Newsflash, Dean, what we did last night wasn’t exactly your typical Saturday night.” 

“Sorry, didn’t realise you need a psych eval every time you get laid.”

“I’m not the one refusing to talk about my feelings here Dean!”

“I said drop it, Sam.”

Sam rolled his eyes and slumped back in his seat, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie. Dean let him close himself off, relieved that at least for now, he would be left alone with his thoughts. He reached forward to turn up the radio in an attempt to drown them out, but it still wasn’t quite loud enough to cover Sam’s soft exhalation of ‘jerk’. 

***

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[jackandthesoulmates]

The Fox, The Serpent and The Vulture

Author: jackandthesoulmates / tintentrinkerin

Title: The Fox, The Serpent and The Vulture

Created for @winklinebingo, @spnkinkbingo, @deanandsambingo, @samwinchesterbingo

Squares filled: Bisexual (winklinebingo / deanandsambingo), gender swap (samwinchesterbingo), cunnilingus (spnkinkbingo)

Pairing: Winkline & Wincest

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, bdsm themes

Additional tags: fem!jack, threesome, squirting, top!sam, dirty talk

Word count: 4,975

It was a joke, really.

Neither Sam nor Dean meant anything by it when, in a whiskey driven conversation, they told Jack about the "girl thing".

"What’s the girl thing?", Jack asked, totally unimpressed by whiskey.

Alcohol never affected him really. Sam and Dean laughed about it, nudged each other, like they sometimes did. Looking at each other sneakily. It made Jack jealous and happy at the same time. Dean leaned forward and almost fell off the couch but Sam had his back.

"Easy."

"I’m easy."

"Yeah, I know."

Dean snorted and brushed Sam’s hand away.

"So, listen, Jackyboy. Sam and I once opened one of the locked rooms here in the bunker. The whole room was full with black magic stuff. We found vials with cum-"

Sam interrupted, "How about you leave the gritty details and tell him about the girl thing."

"Yeah, right. The girl thing."Dean chuckled.

He had a slight squint when he was drunk and Jack loved this detail about him a lot.

"We’ve found something that looked like a normal wooden box. Well, I thought it’s just a damn wooden box, what could happen? It had no symbols, no runes, nothing that would tell you to keep your frickin’ hands off the thing, you know? And it felt light, nothing clattering inside. So I opened it. And whoosh! Next thing I know is Sam and I had boobs."

Jack frowned.

"Just boobs?"

Sam cleared his throat and intervened before Dean could say any more.

"No, not only boobs. We were kind of… sex swapped. We were girls."

It looked like Sam wouldn’t like the topic of having boobs and Jack didn’t ask any further. He knew Dean would spill more information sooner or later like he always did when he had half a bottle of Jim or Jack or whoever.

"Yeah and it was awesome, kid. Having boobs is the bomb, you can just, you know? Touch yourself all day? I spent a lot of time playing with my nipples."

"He did."

"Sam, did you play with your nipples, too?"

A fine, sticky spray of whiskey blew across the room when Sam spat his drink in surprise. Dean had to help him, pat his back and make him drink some water before Sam could really answer to that.

"He didn’t", Dean laughed, still rubbing Sam’s back, "I played with his nipples. And his p-"

"Dean! Jack, you go to bed, I think we shouldn’t have any more whiskey."

Sam was still coughing up and Jack worried he might really swallowed too much alcohol. Jack once choked on soda, it was icky.

Later when Sam brought Jack to his room, Jack waited five minutes before sneaking out again. As usual, Dean’s door stood open just enough to peek through. Jack sometimes did that. He didn’t mean to peep on the brothers, it just happened one day and now here he was. Again.

"Damn, I would kill to eat some pussy", Dean groaned, rolling in the sheets.

He was naked completely and obviously horny, his cock was hard and Jack’s mouth watered at the sight. Now he could see Sam come out of the ensuite bathroom, naked as well. Sam’s cock was bigger than Dean’s, and when Jack compared it to his own, he also outclassed the Nephil. Jack loved looking at Sam and Dean like this, he loved seeing them fuck.

He could hear Sam sigh, see him rub his full, deliciously hard length two times before crawling on Dean’s bed.

"Yeah, sometimes some pussy would be nice."

Sam gripped Dean’s hair and bent his head back. Jack could hear Dean groan and saw his toes curl when Sam’s hand wrapped around Dean’s cock and jerked him in a hard and fast pace.

"Fuck, Sammy…"

"I would love to have some pussy, too, brother. Your pretty hole is so tight and hot, but it’s not wet itself, lubricating is so time consuming."

Sam spat in his hand and then continued jerking Dean, who was whimpering now, burying his face on Sam’s broad, heaving chest.

"Sammy, I’d love to see you fuck a girl…"

"I know, I know, you dirty little cuck… you nasty pervert. It’s never enough for you…"

The way Sam talked to Dean made even Jack painfully hard.

And that’s when Jack tiptoed back to his room. First he got off on the sight of such a subby Dean and a dominant, calm, and adamantine Sam. When Jack would focus on it, he could even hear Dean’s whimpers and moans, and for God’s sake he could hear these dirty things Sam whispered in Dean’s ear, about what a filthy whore he was. Jack could hear the grunting, oh fuckfuckfuck, the grunting made him cum twice. Usually, when the brothers were done having sex, Jack would always retreat and let them have their cuddling and whisper the sweeter nothings in privacy.

In this very heated and whiskey drenched night Jack decided to give it a go.

It was easy, way too easy, when Jack thought about it thoroughly. Sometimes Sam was maybe right, using his powers for shenanigans like this was a bit risky, stupid, useless?

They said, they missed a girl in bed.

The only logical conclusion to Jack was, if he wanted to please the brothers (and he wanted to!), to become a girl. Finally make them notice Jack as a sexual being.

God dammit, all Jack wanted was to finally get fucked.

Dean draws his gun first when he sees the girl sitting in the library. She’s buried in a book, glossy honey blonde hair falling down like a curtain, hiding her face.

"Who are you? Show yourself!", Dean commands.

Weapon on the ready, Dean steps down the stairs and approaches her, but when she looks up he feels like he is in some weird dream. He lowers the gun and opens his mouth. It takes a breath or two before he processes what he sees.

"Jack?"

Jack, or the female version of Jack, smiles at him and gets up. She’s slender, but has well rounded, big breasts and wide hips. Dean gulps. Jack is a pretty boy, but he is a hell of a stunning woman. If it’s really him.

"Yes, it’s me."

His voice is high and clear as a bell, hair is long and thick, reaching down to his hip. Jack turns around two times and shows off his body to Dean.

"Do you like it, Dean?", he asks.

Dean raises his eyebrows and he feels a tingle. That’s not possible. He’s not hot for Jack. No no.

"You look pretty, but-" Dean must lower the gun. "Why are you- I mean? How? Did you touch a cursed object?"

Jack laughs. Oh dear, that sounds so sweet.

"No, I wanted to try it. Be a girl. You made me curious, to be honest. With the boobs thing."

"Yeah, right. The boob thing."

Dean roughly remembers this night a few days ago when he definitely dropped too much information. Again. It always happens when he gets drunk, comfortable and maybe a bit horny. What really puts Dean off here is that female Jack wears a mini skirt and a crop top. Overall he reveals a lot of his body. Sam would definitely act all motherly now and give Jack something to put on. Just so Sam could hide he’d be turned on by that sight as well. It was like Jack could read minds. That Sam and Dean just didn’t get the girl thing out of their heads. How could he know?

Dean has even downloaded a dating app to maybe look for a girl interested in having a threesome with him and Sam.

"I’m glad you like it. Pink is my color, I think. And white. Oh, and gold. Doesn’t it suit me? What do you think?"

"Uh", Dean says. Very clever, Winchester.

This is when Sam finally comes to the rescue.

"What’s going on here? Dean what- What is that?"

"That is Jack", Dean says.

"I see that", Sam replies, also a little confused, "but why are you female all of a sudden?"

They settle the argument about why and how Jack became a girl, just like that. He told them he just wished for it to happen and after an hour of sleep he woke up like this.

Both Winchesters are intrigued. Dean can’t even hide how attracted he is to Jack’s appearance, Sam is more distant, but Jack is able to feel both of their heartbeats if he wants to. And their bodies are ooze sex hormones in doses that would even make humans smell and jump at it.

They smell sweet and tangy. Jack knows it, he smells it a lot around the bunker. He would describe it like the smell of black berries and juniper if someone asked him to put it in over-embellished words.

It’s deeply satisfying to see them squirm and reek of lust. Jack needs to be careful though. He knows it’s a very fine line he’s tumbling along.

It’s the same evening and the mood shifts.

Whiskey time again for Dean. He’s chugging lots and Sam is doing a lot of booze, too. Jack is pretty sure it’s their way of coping, soften the edges of the new situation but all they do is go deep down the rabbithole. The inhibition threshold sinks with every sip of whiskey.

Jack didn’t change his clothes, he’s still wearing the white crop top and the pink tartan miniskirt, his thighs decorated with stockings. He likes the golden jewellery, it’s shiny and warm in the dim light of the lamps in the library. But what he did… he put off the bra and the thong he was wearing this afternoon.

So far, he’s modest, or appears so, legs crossed and clinging on his whiskey tumbler. He’s a trap and ready for one of the Winchesters to finally take the bait. He’s here, he’s willing and both of them lick their lips by just looking at him. Sam is so disciplined, avoids Jack’s gaze but Jack knows he’s looking between Jack’s thighs. He imagines how warm and wet Jack would be.

It’s Dean, who breaks the seal then, like Jack thought. Maybe he would’ve done it himself, if Dean didn’t go forward.

"I wonder what your boobs feel like."

Sam’s breathing stops. Jack rejoices.

"You want to touch them?", he offers, bending forward, now revealing his cleavage to the brothers and it’s obvious he doesn’t wear a bra.

There’s a moment of insecurity, Dean and Sam exchange a very telling look.

"Yeah wanna", Dean slurs.

Jack looks over to Sam.

"You wanna touch them, too?", he asks hopefully.

Sam just looks at him with dark eyes, his jaw clenched, lips a thin line.

"I guess that’s a no?", Jack now teases.

He gets up and climbs in Dean’s lap, grabs his head and presses Dean’s face in his cleavage. There’s half hearted fightback before Dean leans in and utters muffled curses on Jack’s skin. Jack is sensitive, even more than as with his male body, and he can feel Dean’s excitement grow in his pants. With a satisfied sigh Jack looks over to Sam.

Invites him. Lures him.

Come on, Sam. I know you want it. You want me.

Dean’s hands wander over Jack’s skin, makes him sigh and tingle between his legs. One hand is worming under the seam of Jack’s miniskirt, slides down the curve of his mound and then stops. Dean moans and pulls back. His green eyes are beaming with arousal. Jack grins.

"Shit, you’re not wearing panties."

"No, I’m not. You like it?"

"You bet I do!"

Dean’s hand is warm and rough, feels strong. Jack unzips the miniskirt at the back and loosens the seam to make it easier for Dean to slide his hand deeper. Both gasp at the sensation when Dean rubs Jack’s clit, just slightly. Jack’s hips jerk up. It feels great. Raw. Intense. Jack’s hand cups Dean’s, encourages him to continue.

"Dean", Jack whispers against Dean’s cheek. "It feels so good."

Sam gets up. It’s a sudden movement and Dean and Jack flinch simultaneously. Jack looks up in Sam’s face and he damn, he looks angry. Barely containing something primal, rageous.

"Sammy, you good?", Dean slurs, looking up at his brother.

He’s swaying gently, like in a subtle breeze. Without another word Sam drags Jack away from Dean and throws Jack over his shoulder. Jack is so surprised, he can’t even fight back or resist.

"You’re coming with us, Jack", Sam says, his voice sharp and low.

Oh God, yes. That’s the tone Jack wants to hear.

"Where are you taking me?", he asks, head dangling down, nose brushing Sam’s back.

Sam’s hands hold Jack tight, one on his thigh, dangerously close to Jack’s buttcheeks, the other around Jack’s now tiny shoulders.

"To bed", is all Sam says.

Jack is let down. Not in a soft or gentle way, it’s more another throw on the bed. He feels like he’s become prey and Sam is the predator.

The mattress is hard, harder than the one in Jack’s bed. He doesn’t mind at all though. Lying on his back Jack gets up on his elbows and looks over to the brothers. Sam towers over Jack like a dark broad mountain. Jack loves the sight of Sam, he always has. Since the day Jack was born. Sam was the first person he did ever see. His picture would always be the first thing he’d think about when he woke, when he fell asleep and all the daydreaming in between. He gasps softly while Sam takes off the skirt that’s already hanging on his hips crookedly. Sam looks up. Oh this grin. It gives Jack violent shivers.

"Dean? What do you think? Who should eat this pussy out first? You? Me? Hm?", Sam purrs while he gets up to peel himself out of his shirt and plaid. Dean does the same. His ears are beaming red and Jack feels for Dean’s heart, beating like a hummingbird. He’s nervous. That’s cute and unusual, Dean didn’t lose his cool that easily. Only Sam would always appear even calmer. Even now.

"I want Dean first", Jack whispers.

Sam raises an eyebrow. Looks at Dean. Dean smirks and says:

"I don't mind."

Jack reaches for Dean while Sam lays down beside them. Dean's weight feel calming for Jack, who gets shivers and an ohsobeating heart himself. When their lips touch and Dean's tongue slides in Jack's mouth both start moaning. Jack's hips thrust up in a sudden jolt of heat. He knows it's arousal, he kept jerking in his hand when he masturbated to the thought of Sam and Dean fucking. But this feeling is so much more intense. It's a heat that feels like his belly is swelling first, then clenching together. Dean tastes of whiskey and honey, it's a pleasant taste mixed with his sweet heavy scent of desire. Jack pulls Dean closer and moans softly in his open mouth. His legs open freely for what's to come.

"Damn, Jack… you make me feel all dizzy…", Dean groans.

Jack chuckles quietly and combs his hair.

"Please go down on me", he says. "Show me how you treat a girl."

There's a growl. It's Sam's. Jack is wildly aware that he's watching them, rubbing his cock through his pants. And Dean does what Jack pleads him to, he slides down Jack's now soft body, covers it in kisses. It makes Jack thrust up again and sigh in pleasure. This is his first time, it doesn't scare him at all. He's aroused, he's hot, enjoyable shivers all over. Dean's fingers feel over Jack's thighs, rub gently. He takes his time to explore Jack a little. Kiss his belly button, his hips and over Jack's hairless mound.

"You even shaved for us, look at that", Dean purrs.

Sam's hands pull up the crop top and reveal Jack's full and round breasts. His nipples are hard already and when Sam bends over to suck them Jack jerks up again.

"It's so good", he moans, breathless. "Don't stop. Claim me."

It makes Sam growl again, show his teeth and bite Jack's sensitive nipples. Dean's face disappears between Jack's legs. Jack has of course basic knowledge of the male and female body, he knows what Dean is about to do. He read that some women like, some don't.

Dean's warm and pliant tongue slides between Jack's labia, exploring slowly but it's enough for Jack to whimper and cover his mouth with a hand. He's so loud!

"No, no. Don't."

Sam forces Jack's hand away.

"You sound so sweet, Jack. Your girl voice is as wonderful as your usual one."

Oh how is Sam so gentle and so cruel at the same time?

Jack can't answer, he's too distracted by Dean's warm tongue licking up and down his labia and then meeting the clit. Jack feels like he's about to die. Explode. Combust. He fists the sheets and his legs kick helplessly.

It's wonderful, agonizing. Jack wants to get away from Dean's tongue that licks along his pussy and on the other hand he wants grip Dean tighter, force his tongue inside and make him fuck Jack. Slowly, Dean's lips cup Jack's clit. He sucks on it. Just slightly. There's not much suction needed to make Jack go crazy.

"Fuck… oh…"

Dean's fingers brush along Jack's trembling thighs and then, Jack feels one finger sliding inside. Dean groans against Jack's clit and pulls back for a moment.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

Dean slides finger in and out, slowly, enjoyable and arches it.

"Is she now? Let me feel it."

Sam's hand lingers down and pushes Dean's hand away. Sam's finger is bigger. Longer. But Dean's is deliciously thick. Stretching him. Sam feels for Jack's vagina and rubs his insides softly.

"You're right. Jackgirl here is soaking wet. Damn, I bet you taste like heaven. Come, have a lick."

Jack licks his own juice off Sam's finger, sucks it, while Dean sucks on the swollen and sensitive clit. He adds another finger. It hurts a bit, but Jack is too excited to give a damn about it. Dean's finger and his tongue make him lose control over his voice.

"More", Jack whines, "gimme more, Dean, I wanna cum… I wanna cum so bad…"

Both brothers utter their pleasure noises, soft moans from Dean and a guttural deep sound coming com Sam. Dean’s fingers stretch Jack apart and after a few thrusts that feel like he’s still holding back, he starts fucking Jack with his fingers. It’s a hard rhythm and the arched fingers rub a sweet spot inside Jack. The pressure builds and builds and he’s thrusting against Dean’s fingers, wants to feel them deeper, harder, more. His tongue circles around Jack’s clit, and that’s what drives Jack crazy the most. It feels like an open flame held against sensitive skin. His fingers tangle in Dean’s hair, pulling it. Pulling them closer together. Dean’s grinding the mattress now, moans dripping over his lips while sucking and licking Jack into new heights.

"I’m gonna cum", Jack cries, "oh God I’m gonna…"

Dean’s movements are almost frantic now and his moans turn into hoarse and deep growls. Jack’s eyes roll back, but Sam forces him to look him in the eyes.

"Look at me, baby", Sam whispers, "Let me see how you cum…"

Jack moans loudly, too turned on to care. The tension in his body reaches the maximum and then, with a sudden and heavenly feeling of release Jack cums. He looks in Sam’s dark eyes while his body arches and his legs kick, his hips thrust against Dean’s face.

It’s a feeling of being blown away completely, the convulsions of his body shake him violently and then, after the first big boom Jack falls back in the sheets, fingers still entangled with Dean’s hair.

The mattress feels wet around his buttcheeks and when Dean looks up, he smirks and says, obviously very pleased, "Who thought Jackgirl would be a squirter."

"He is?", Sam asks and looks down at Dean.

He notices Dean’s wet face and when Dean pulls out his fingers - Jack winces and feels empty - he shows that his hand and arm are wet. Jack’s juices are running down Dean’s wrist and chin and drip on the mattress.

"Not much, but… yeah. We can work on that."

Jack feels embarrassed and covers his face with one hand.

"Is that good or bad? Oh God I ruined the sheets."

Sam chuckles and kisses Jack’s forehead.

"It’s nothing bad, not at all. It turns us on, actually."

"A lot", Dean adds.

Jack sighs in relief.

"Oh, good. I was worried for a moment."

Dean gets up and lies down beside Jack, he’s in the middle of the Winchester’s now, Sam nibbling on his neck and Dean’s hand gropes Jack’s tits, which doesn’t feel bad at all. It feels great. He gets to kiss each of them, feel their tongues and hungry mouths. Their aching for more and Jack is aching as well. There’s so much he wants to try while the spell lasts.

"Fuck me", he mumbles at Sam’s lips, feeling for Dean’s hand. "Both of you."

They need to contain themselves but Jack can sense their heartbeats, jumping wildly and oh god, that sweet heavy smell they ooze from every pore. He turns to Sam, one hand is still wrapped around Dean.

"You first", he whispers, "you get to have your cock in my pussy first.."

"As you wish, sweetheart", Sam coos, pressing a kiss on Jack’s lips.

It’s such a tender gesture, Jack wonders how Sam manages to stay that calm when Jack and Dean are the ones being over excited. Sam gets up and pulls his pants plus underwear down and damn, he’s big. Jack has only seen him from afar until today but now he sees how thick he is. Oh, holy son of God, will he be able to take it? Dean kisses Jack’s shoulder, but Jack feels how he peels himself out of the rest of his clothes, too.

When Sam mounts Jack, it feels like the room gets suddenly darker, Sam is just huge in every sense of the word. It’s thrilling and Jack feels his hips grind against Sam’s. They share a breathless kiss before Sam pulls away and spreads Jack’s legs.

"Damn, you’re so wet, I bet that’s not gonna hurt at all. But if it does, tell me."

Jack nods. He doesn’t mind a bit of pain if that means to finally feel Sam all the way inside.

Sam looks at Dean.

"And you, babe. Look closely how I stretch her for you. Are you jealous already?"

They exchange a glance and a hint of a smile. It’s their game, Jack knows. And he loves to be part of it and give both something they desire. It’s more than just about the sex, Jack knows.

Dean then looks down on himself, slightly stroking. He’s even thicker than Sam; the sight makes Jack shiver in anticipation.

"Yes, a bit, Sammy…"

"I wish you had such a tight wet pussy, it’s so much better…"

Dean’s eyes turn wet, but he loves it, Jack can see it all over, Dean is beaming.

Sam wraps his cock, holds it steady. Jack watches him closely, how he comes closer and then Sam’s tip rubs over Jack’s clit and he moans. It feels good, the friction itself is already making him ache for an orgasm again.

Sam’s cock slides in, inch after inch. The stretch hurts, but Jack is indeed so wet, so slippery, Sam goes all the way in. He groans and Jack’s fingernails scratch his arm.

"Oh fuck,... Sam…!"

Dean moans and almost squishes Jack’s long thin fingers with the pressure. Jack wraps his legs around Sam’s hips and even lets him glide in a tiny bit deeper.

"Hurts?"

"Yes, but not very much. Keep going…"

Jack relaxes, but his legs press Sam close, there’s no way he can retreat much now.

"Come on, touch her clit, babe", Sam whispers to Dean.

And he does as wished, Jack loves it and encourages Dean "Yes, touch me, please, I wanna cum again… feel my swollen clit, rub it."

It drives Jack crazy, how both of them now stimulate his body, rub and circle his clit and Sam’s delicious big cock is pounding inside him.

"Sam.. Sam, I wanna… I wanna ride you", Jack moans, feeling the climax coming, but it’s not enough just yet. He needs more.

"Hmmm, yes, sure, baby… Can do that…"

Sam pulls out and lies down, Jack straddles him and uses his hand to let Sam penetrate him the right angle. He puts his hands beside Sam’s hips and starts moving, starts showing off his boobs and Sam touches them while thrusting up. Fuck, Sam is a sight! It makes Jack even wetter and Dean kneels him now, reaching forward and rubbing Jack’s clit through two of his fingers.. Jack cries and leans against Dean’s chest. He’s covered in sweat already. Dean’s other hand fists Jack’s hair. It’s all over the best thing Jack could ever think of, being in the middle of the men he wants so bad.

"You’re so big, Sam, so fucking big… I can’t…", Jack cries and gasps for air, "I’m gonna cum already…"

"That’s it, baby, yes that’s it, cum on my cock… Make me wet, babygirl."

Jack shudders, the nickname makes him feel girly and small, but also divine. Sam loves it. Dean loves it. Jack loves it! The feeling of pressure and tension grows and grows, Jack’s movements stagger, but he needs more and more. Harder. Dean’s fingers are drenched in Jack’s wetness and his clit feels like it’s bursting. And then Jack cums on top of Sam. Dean holds him up that he won’t fall over, presses his fingers in Jack’s sensitive, now over stimulated skin. Sam’s fingertips dig deep in Jack’s hips as he thrusts up. He looks like he’s about to break into violence, Jack knows this facial expression. When Sam is hunting a thing down and he owns it, before breaking its neck. Jack shudders and mumbles sweet and encouraging nothings.

"Yes, Sam, please fill me up, I want your cum inside me... Give it to me!"

Sam growls and then slams his cock inside Jack, it makes him tumble and needs to grip Dean's hands to hold him steady, then Sam cums. His sounds are animalistic and raw, Jack loves every second of it. From behind, Dean’s raging erection presses against Jack’s ass and he knows it’s time also for him. Jack crawls off Sam, who is breathing heavy, hissing when he slides out of Jack’s dripping wet and stretched vagina. But he rolls to the side and lets Jack have the space he needs. He’s on all fours now, wiggling his butt against Dean.

"I know you want it, come here and fuck me… use your brothers’ cum as lube, huh?"

It’s a surprise - Dean pushes Jack’s back down, makes him to arch it and then even forces his face in the pillows. Jack moans, overwhelmed, but definitely turned on. Dean is way rougher than he appears, his cock slams into Jack’s dripping vagina like a battering ram, makes Jack cry and plead. Not to make him stop. Jack wants more. Needs more. God, he wants it to hurt, he wants to feel Sam and Dean until tomorrow.

"Yes, like that… Dean! Yesyesyes… FUCKYES!", Jack cries out, muffled through the fabric of the pillow.

"Yeah, fuck her thoroughly", Sam coos.

Kissing sounds.

"Ruin her for everyone else but us…"

Dean grunts and with a few hard thrusts he spills inside Jack, his fingernails must leave marks on his hips and ass, like Sam’s did already. He collapses onto Jack’s back and Jack relaxes, breathing heavy but he’s fine.

"Sammy", Dean whimpers, "Oh no, ah,... yes!"

"What are you guys doing?", Jack asks, there’s too much weight on him right now to turn around.

"Ah, just fingered him a bit through his orgasm."

Sam sounds utterly pleased with what he did and obviously it’s the right thing, because Dean is still shaking, his softening cock slowly slips out of Jack’s pussy.

"Damn, you guys are kinky…"

Dean laughs in a low croaky voice.

"You have no idea, sweetheart. Not yet."

When Dean finally gets off Jack and rolls beside him, Sam behind Dean, spooning him, Jack breathes in and out, eyes closed. His long glossy hair is a mess and when he opens his eyes for a moment, he looks at Dean with a satisfaction that’s beyond anything Jack ever hoped for.

"It’s pretty awesome, being a girl. I mean, being a girl in this household."

Dean brushes some strands of blonde hair out of Jack’s face and grins.

"Yeah, that was pretty amazing…", he admits. Sam kisses his shoulder and nods.

"It was. Thank you."

Jack blushes.

"No need to thank me, I wanted it as bad as you."

The brothers look at him, at first Jack thinks, they’re smug, but actually they just look very satisfied. Lush.

"How long will you stay like this?", Sam asks.

"I can uphold a shapeshift up to the next new moon", Jack adds. "It’s nothing that causes me a lot of work, it’s a simple spell."

"Simple, yet effective."

Jack laughs.

"Effective indeed."

After a few moments of silence, Jack feels wetness all over his body and when he gets on his arms to stand up, he feels it running down his legs.

"I’m oozing", he says, looking at Sam and Dean.

This time the grin is damn smug.

"Just the way we like it."

Another breathing silence.

"So, when’s the next new moon?"

[herstarburststories]

Eat me (or something else)

Kinktober day 10: foodplay

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You get turned on by a mere thing Dean does.

Warnings: mentions of eating out, dean loves food, dean also loves pussy, turned on reader, mentions of foodplay, probably crack here

There's something about the way Dean eats.

He's savoring a hamburger. He’d told you plenty of times about the select differences of his favorite foods, x-salad and x-burguer per example, and everytime you mistake one for another he acts as if you were insulting his last name and not forgetting a cheap meal name. He’s in the middle of his lunch now like a starving hunter finding helpless prey in the forest. Dean pulls away from his burger, chewing the meat and bread with much gusto. The eldest Winchester wipes off the mayonnaise that stains the corner of his lips before sucking it off of his middle finger, clearly not wanting to waste a single bite. He purses his lips, as if he's about to lean in for a lover's kiss. You press your legs together under the table.

You've never felt that weird before, but you can't help it. He looks so hot doing almost anything, but especially when he eats. God, if Sam could read your mind, he'd say that this was a weird kink, and maybe Dean's porn brain was more contagious than previously thought.

This is completely, entirely, and utterly Dean's fault. How can he bite a sandwich with the same tender ease he sunk his teeth into your soft flesh? When marks are spread all over your body to make sure everyone, especially you, know who you belong to? It's like he's doing it on purpose, making you all wet and dirty in the middle of a cheap diner to turn you on. 

Soon enough, he’s chowing down again. He attacks it like an animal but appreciates the greasy mess like a man. It’s so similar to how he eats you out, ravenously hungry for your pussy and enjoying every drop of cum that he can get his tongue on.

You lean in without even realizing you’re doing it, hands clasped together on the table as you watch him carefully. Dean leaves the meal again, his mouth slightly open as a moan reverberates his vocal chords. You know the look on his face well enough to recognize it anywhere. 

Dean's brows are knitted together, mouth contorted in pleasure as his breath slowly leaves his body like he has all the time of the world. Pleasure is written all over his face, clouding the sense of craving and relief. It's the same face he makes when he comes or eats your pussy, his tongue dancing from your clit to the inside of your tight walls while his green eyes are focused on you. 

What the hell? You're wet because Dean Winchester is a food enthusiast and also loves to eat your cunt. You can't believe yourself.

Now his lips are dirty with the white sauce that reminds you so much of your wetness when it paints his lips and face a hot mess as he's going down on you. To make matters worse, he’s completely obvious, making a joke about Sam’s penchant for vegetarianism. Son of a bitch.

“Y/N?” Sam calls you again, unable to discern if you were glaring at someone suspicious, lost in your own mind, or just ignoring him. You are always so hyper aware of your surroundings, so your lapse of connection with the present is strange.

Dean arches his brows, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of what you'd be glaring at, but he doesn't find anything there. His glance lands on you again. “Earth to Y/N? Hello?”

His lips calling your name brings you back to reality; gravity, the noises of plates clinking as they were lifted from the tables, and people talking to each other.

“What?” You are in a restaurant in the middle of a lot of people and eating with Sam. There’s no time to get turned on here. “I need some french fries.”

The boys give glance at each other before glaring at you again, amused smiles on their features. You just sigh.

For Sam, it's because of how clearly you had been lost in your own thoughts, the silliness of the most mundane things entering their decidedly unique lives striking him as oddly sweet, but for Dean, it's because he very much noticed your particular reaction. The Winchester couldn't wait to add some food play to the bedroom. 

You just want french fries and a big cup of water for now.

ps: I don't know what I've done. But I don't regret anything. Don't lie to me, I know Dean eating is a turn on to you too.

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[saxxxology]

Daddy (oneshot)

In an effort to spice things up with Sam, you confess your need for him to occasionally take on a different role in your relationship. 

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Native American!Reader

WARNINGS: relationship anxiety, brief fluff, daddy!kink, oral sex (female), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie

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Things with Sam are good. Not great, not shabby… just good. 

He’s been busy working hunts back to back, which you understand, and it’s fine when he’s too tired to have sex of any kind, but when you do have sex, it’s just been… good. You’re younger than he is, nineteen to his thirty-five. You like things rough and kinky, roleplaying, biting and scratching and marking. Sam always makes you cum, thank God, but the last few months you’ve barely gone beyond vanilla. It’s like he’s bored and just isn’t into it anymore. 

And you don’t like it. It makes you nervous. 

Finally, the boys get a weekend off. Dean promptly heads out for a day and night on the town, leaving you and Sam alone at the bunker.

You find him in the kitchen around noon, poring over the daily newspaper and a cup of coffee. He smiles when you perch on the edge of the table. Before he can say anything, however, you launch into your questioning.

“Am I good enough?”

He furrows his brow. “What?”

“In bed,” you murmur, “am I good enough for you?”

“Baby,” he bites his lower lip and reaches for your hand, “what’s going on?”

“Please just answer me.” You shift to face him and fold your hands in your lap. “I know the last few months have been rough, but… I don’t know, I feel like I’m not good enough.”

He purses his lips and chews on the inside of his cheek. “Okay, um…” he looks down briefly, eyebrows pinched before he returns his gaze to you. “I feel like there could be more,” he says, “I want more. I love being with you, don’t get me wrong, but we could be better together. I got it in me, but I’ve been afraid to ask you if you can take more than what I’m giving.”

Your heart lightens just a bit, but there’s still a bit of a twinge in your gut. If you’re really open with him about what you want and how you want it, it could change everything. “I want more, too,” you say, trying your best to appear confident. 

“Great.” Sam smiles and folds his arms on the table. “Do you wanna tell me what it is?”

“It’s…” your voice trails off, and you dip your head, “it’s weird, what I’m into, can you promise that you won’t be mean about it?”

Sam nods slowly. “Promise.”

“I—” you swallow thickly, “I wanna call you… I wanna c-call you Daddy. When we’re in bed… y’know…”

A look of astonishment flits across Sam’s face. It’s only there for a second before his mouth stretches into a wide grin. 

“What?” you feel your heart sink into your stomach. “If it’s bad you can just tell me, you don’t have to—”

“Baby.” Sam pulls one of your hands into both of his. “I don’t think it’s bad, I don’t think that at all.” He stands up and moves to stand in front of you. “Is there a reason why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why you wanna call me Daddy.”

You shrug. “Call it therapeutic?”

He nods and lowers his head to kiss your forehead. “Okay. How about we order some pizza, put a movie on?”

You tip your head back and trail your fingers over the buttons on his shirt. “Sounds good to me.”

He chuckles and kisses you, slowly and tenderly. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“You know I love you, right?”

Your cheeks burn warm. “I love you, too.”

Three hours later, you and Sam are curled up in bed, watching the end credits to Age of Ultron. It’s the latest update to the MARVEL binge the two of you have been completing, and it feels good to have settled back into a semi-normal routine. 

Sam clicks the TV off and sets the remote on the nightstand before turning to you. You’re half naked already, down to just a flimsy crop top and the pair of pink panties that Sam loves. 

“Come here.” He pulls you into his lap, cupping your ass in both hands. You brace your palms on his chest and tip your head forward, allowing it to rest on his shoulder while he starts to touch you. His hands roam over your skin, creeping up underneath your top to pull it over your head. You let him push you up, and then his tongue drags warm and wet over your nipples. 

“You have the cutest tits,” he praises, grazing his teeth over your areolas. “So soft and sweet… my pretty baby girl…”

You shiver as the words leave his lips and rock your hips down against the bulge in his jeans. He’s getting harder by the second, and when you feel him throb you let out a girlish whimper that makes him growl with arousal.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Rub your pussy on my cock, baby, get yourself all nice and wet for me.”

You lean back, hands splayed out on his stomach as you grind your pelvis down. Sam watches, groping your breasts with an expression of complete, animalistic awe. You keep going even when he’s so hard it has to hurt when you move. 

“D-Daddy…”

Sam grunts when he hears the soft whisper leave your lips. “Yeah, baby girl?”

“Can I please cum like this?” You meet his gaze, your pace slowing.

Sam instantly understands the question; you want to have to ask permission to cum. “Yes,” he replies, the ‘s’ sound clipped as you give another swivel of your hips. “You can cum for me, baby, show me.”

He spreads his legs slightly, bare heels digging into the mattress as he holds your waist. Your thighs quiver, and you look down at him through half-closed eyes. 

“Wanna cum,” you whine, “wanna cum so bad, Daddy…”

“C’mon…” Sam smooths his hands over your thighs. “You can cum for me, baby girl, it’s okay.”

Your orgasm is stronger than any you’ve had in weeks. Your pussy clenches tight around nothing as you rub your clit against the denim of his jeans. It builds hot and wet in your belly until it explodes in a shower of heat and indescribable pleasure. 

“That’s it,” Sam watches you fall apart, head tipped forward as you desperately hump his bulge. He whispers to you until you’re shaking, spent, and slump forward onto his chest. He takes advantage of your temporary inability to move and rolls, coming to rest on top of you in the center of the bed. 

“That was beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss against your parted lips. “You ruined your cute little panties.”

You don’t stop him as he kisses down your body, not stopping until his head is level with your hips. He traces a finger over the soaked fabric, chuckling to himself as he pulls it aside to expose your bare pussy. “Oh, baby girl, you’re so wet…”

He kisses your smooth mound before lapping through your folds, performing your favorite swirl of his tongue over your clit. You whimper loudly and roll your hips, still sensitive from your orgasm not a minute before, but Sam doesn’t let you go. He holds your thighs open, fingers digging into your smooth skin as his tongue and lips torture wet, tender flesh. 

You cry out when he slides a finger inside you and holds it there, knuckle deep. Both of your hands move to hold his hair, and he groans when your nails scrape over his scalp. His eyes are closed, brow furrowed as he focuses every ounce of his being on pleasuring you.

“Yes…” you choke on your speech as Sam runs his tongue against your clit, over and over and over again. Your legs are still shaking, and you throw your head back against the covers in frustration as Sam sends waves of pleasure coursing through you without actually making you cum. “Daddy… oh, please, lemme cum…”

Sam kisses your clit before looking up at you. His lips are shiny with slick. “You wanna cum?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, “I need to cum really bad.”

He nuzzles the inside of your thigh. “You can cum, honey, I’m not stopping you.”

It only takes a few more licks of your clit and a crook of his finger to send you into another orgasm. This one isn’t as intense, almost right off the back of your first one, but your eyes still roll back in your head as it burns through you before sputtering out. Satisfied that you’ve cum for the second time, Sam wipes his finger on the covers and leans back to pull his shirt over his head. His belt opens next, and he unzips his jeans, pushing them down far enough so he can free his cock. The cold metal buckle taps against your thigh, and you wince playfully as he leans over you. 

“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, letting his cock rub against your wet folds. “Want Daddy to stretch your tight little pussy out?”

“Yes.” You grip his shoulders, biting your lower lip. “I want your big cock in my pussy.”

“What do you say?” he asks, teasing your entrance with the swollen crown of his dick. “Magic words, baby girl.”

You swallow, trembling at the dominance Sam’s asserting over you. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

He rolls his hips sharply, his thick cock sliding into your pussy with ease. You’re used to taking him by now, but you still wince as he bottoms out. His balls press against your ass, and you revel in the sensation of him almost impossibly deep. 

“Good girl,” he says, his voice a soft husk against your ear. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you stutter, “p-please…”

Sam holds himself over you as he pulls back, waiting until just the tip of him is sunk into your cunt before pushing forward again. You close your eyes, biting down on a knuckle while he settles into a steady, passionate rhythm. 

“Lemme hear you,” he says, “lemme hear how good it feels, baby.”

He curls over you, caging your body in with his. The sudden heat and weight of him coaxes a high-pitched gasp and several “ah, ah, ah” moans from your throat. He focuses on that, keeping quiet save for the odd grunt or moan as he continues to fuck you.

You don’t work right for the orgasm this time, just settle back into your role and let Sam provide the control you’re desperate for. He keeps it steady, fucking with long drags and rolls that make your head spin. You forget how long it takes, maybe five, six minutes, before he’s pausing, leaning back to watch his cock slide in and out of your wet, sticky pussy. 

“Gimmie your leg,” he instructs breathlessly. Once you’ve lifted one leg up, he maneuvers you onto your side and rests your ankle on his shoulder. The angle changes, and Sam growls loudly when your cries and gasps grow louder. “That’s it,” he encourages, “rub your little clit for me, baby girl, make yourself cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

He quickens his pace, the loud slap of his hips against your ass filling the room. You slip a hand down between your legs and rub your middle and index fingers over your clit. Sam grunts loudly as your pussy squeezes his cock tight. 

“It feels so good,” you whisper, “Daddy, your big cock feels so good inside me…”

Sam leans over, keeping your leg on his shoulder as he kisses you. “I can tell, baby, you’re getting all messy.”

You moan against his mouth as his thrusts grow even more vigorous. He’s desperate now, bucking his hips urgently into the cradle of your body. When he gets like this you know he’s not gonna last much longer.

“Cum with me, Daddy,” you sigh, “fill my pussy up.”

Sam grits his teeth, moving your leg to his other shoulder so that you’re spread up and open for him. “Oh, baby girl,” he grunts, “I’m gonna cum so hard…”

You arch your back, moaning freely against his mouth. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy, please—” your words choke off as he replaces your hand with his, rubbing hard and fast with his thumb. His hips are beginning to stutter, and you let out a loud cry of pleasure as your third orgasm rips through you. Your vision goes foggy, and you barely discern Sam climbing to his peak with several sharp, borderline-painful thrusts that only make you gush over his dick. 

“Cum inside me,” you sob, “c’mon, Daddy, cum…”

Sam shoves forward with a loud yell, muffling the sound with a wet, sloppy kiss. He’s cumming so hard you can feel it, every individual throb of his cock as he spurts warm and thick. It’s over fast, but he shudders through the aftershocks as he pulls out, already starting to go soft. His cum flows out in a thick white line down a cheek of your ass, and he hastily grabs his shirt, tucking it underneath your hips before it can stain the sheets.

“That was…” he slumps over beside you, pulling you close. “You okay?”

“I’m good.” You sniff and bury your face in his chest. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Sam feels his blood burn hot as the word settles in his mind. “You’re welcome, baby girl.”

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