Call me anything and everything, I don't care, I usually call myself angel, but come up with your own nicknames since I don't use my real human name.
I'm a full grown adult, but don't be weird dude, I will freely block you if you make me uncomfortable especially if you're liking my stuff and saying how you could financially support me.
Unfortunately, yes English is my first language, and if some of my writing seems a little shitty it's probably because I usually write either when I'm half asleep or half self aware.
Masterlist
Characters I write for
Joe keery characters! (I have limits for him since I'm not gonna watch every movie/show he's in)
What I will write for is
Gator tillman
Walter "keys" mckey
Steve Harrington
Kurt kunkle
Lewis pullman characters! (Any and all I've watched it all)
Literally all of Lewis Pullman's characters, I've quite literally watched it all, except the ann lee one
American horror story characters
Everyone except season past s6 because I haven't finished it yet, yet again I've been busy and lazy
MCU characters
Majority of the characters in the MCU ngl
I will write for DC but specifically peacemaker since I don't know everything about everyone and it wouldn't be fair to make something and be ass at it.
Peacemaker himself
Vigilante obviously
Harcourt
And practically anyone in peacemaker.
Shadow and bone (show ver, haven't finished the books)
Everyone. I love them all.
Freddy Carter
Peter "pin" Hawthorn
Michael Afton
Kaz Brekker
Scott Williams
Tom Rhys Harries
Jason Ripper
SUPERNATURAL
I write for all for all spn characters, but I will NOT write wincest, I don't write any kind of incest. Just get off my my fucking page if you think I'd write anything of that sort. But anything else is fine, well it depends . But I won't write anything involving incest, I'm not a fucking weirdo.
⧽ summary: you get caught drawing questionable pictures of sam in your sketchbook, and, to your surprise, he seems more than interested to show you more of him.
⧽ tags/warnings: sam winchester x fem!reader, no use of y/n, fluff, smut (oral f!receiving, some sort of camera/mirror sex, fingering, dirty talk, light dumbification, grinding, penetrative sex, creampie, light sub/dom undertones if you squint), aftercare, i imagined s1 sam while writing this.
｡˚ a/n: still figuring out how to properly write smut, i hope this will still be enjoyable!
cross posted on ao3
The chewed pen between your lips hasn't been useful in a few minutes.
Its cheap taste of wood is leaving an awkward feeling on your tongue, but you couldn't care less. Despite your poor attempt at remaining concentrated, your mind still remains somewhere else.
A few minutes prior, you decided to do something of your extreme boredom. So, you took the first pen available, one that already carried deeply engraved bite marks, along with your sticker decorated sketchbook, before searching for an idea, or a muse.
Your gaze directly drifted to Sam, carefully lounged on his side across the rough covers of his motel bed, surrounded by newspapers. He has this concentrated frown on his face, one that makes him furrow his eyebrows as he hastily types on his laptop.
Minutes passed, and your burning gaze is still resting heavily on Sam's figure, as if your brain was trying its absolute best to memorize every single inch of his skin, every micro-expression resting on his face, just all of him.
You finally come to your senses as Dean gets up from where he was sitting, near the small table in the corner of the room. He walks towards Sam, probably to show him some piece of information he found about the ongoing case they are working on.
You're not always directly involved in the cases or hunts. You provide some help if needed, but your current job matters most than those side quests your friends take you on. Although you can't help yourself but follow with a smile when they forcefully grab you to join them on simple, less dangerous hunts, as Dean claims it can only do you good to have some fun from time to time. Even if his notion of fun is quite foreign to you.
At this point, you feel totally disconnected from the real world, not hearing any of their shared words as you roughly trace Sam's shape in your sketchbook. The current atmosphere makes it easier to focus, the warmth of sharing a room with your friends always offered a familiar, home-like feeling.
The irregular sketch slowly transforms into a quite accurate drawing, perfectly portraying Sam's soft yet focused traits. The way you outlined his body is almost immodest in the way you emphasized on your favorite parts of him, according more details to his arms and hands and the way those dark wash jeans sit low on his hips, the waistband of his underwear attracting your attention.
By the time you snap out of your trance, Dean is watching you, a mocking smile plastered on his face.
"You okay?" There is no actual concern in his tone, just obvious amusement. His eyes rapidly shift between you and the black notebook sitting in your hands.
Your muscles only freeze for a few seconds, but that's already too much. You look suspicious, and Dean is definitely not going to let that slide.
Staring at him with a clueless expression on your face, you straighten up, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the couch as you actively attempt to figure out if you should just throw that book out the window, or pray that he won't try to snatch it.
He only hums, and Sam lifts is gaze towards you. His hair is messy, a sign that he must've ran his fingers through it at least a couple times. He blinks slowly, daylight streaks reflecting on his pupils. You almost drown in them before Dean snaps you out of it by waving his hand in your direction.
"Yeah, why wouldn't i be?"
You grimace for a millisecond, realizing that this second poor attempt at keeping your composure is only making you look more questionable.
Leaning back against the couch, you make an effort to relax despite the heat radiating off both Sam and Dean's heavy glances. A soft hue of pink rises to your cheeks as you hopelessly try to not meet their eyes.
The two brothers share a look, a hint of mischief coating the air. Dean approaches you slowly while your eyes wander away, then abruptly snatches the sketchbook out of your grasp.
"Alright, what do you think you're doing?" You suddenly get up, ready to steal your belongings back.
"Nothing, just curious," He walks as far as he can away from you, holding the book in the air as if it were a sacred item no one was allowed to touch, then waving it at you with a smile. "What do we have here?"
You determinedly stomp towards him, a groan escaping your lips. "Just give it back man, it's not funny."
He turns his back on you, and before you get the chance to fight him to retrieve your book, he has already opened it on the last used page.
A ridiculous, annoying smile appears on his features, one that clearly hints he's trying not to laugh. You can't tell if he's just entertained, deeply concerned, or a few seconds from making fun of you.
"Well, would you look at that, Sammy," Dean holds the book wide open towards Sam, who lightly squints to make out what's happening in front of him. "You look like those chicks in the playboy magazines."
A laugh escapes his lips as he throws the notebook at Sam, then turns around to face you, opening his mouth like he's about to say something stupid, once again.
"Shut up, Dean."
Sam's voice rises, words escaping in a huff from the other side of the room as the corners of his mouth rise upwards. He's still laying comfortably on his bed with your book in his hands, his fingers roaming on the graphite coated page.
He takes a few seconds to register the amount of care you gave to details. Surely, this is a more explicit depiction of reality, but Sam doesn't seem to mind it. In fact he likes it, knowing that you think about him beyond what you can only see.
What else could you have possibly drawn before? How far does your imagination goes when you think about him? So many questions flow, and grows more curious by the second.
"Sam…" The awkwardness of the situation doesn't even allow you to finish your sentence.
"Don't worry. It's really nice," He replies quietly, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
His words play on repeat in your mind as he carefully closes the book to hand it to you, which you accept with almost trembling hands and pink cheeks.
You decide to cut the moment short, storming to your room like a scared puppy. The heat radiating off Sam's presence, the strength of his perfume clinging to you as you leaned close to retrieve your belongings was too much.
As you get back to your room, you sit in silence, flipping through the pages of your sketchbook, and your realize that most of them are only picturing Sam in many different scenarios. You remember all those time you spent hours at the library with him, pretending to be focused on the random book you picked up upon arrival, when you were in fact focused on your small purse-sized sketchbook hidden between its pages.
You would spend most of your time at the library to examine Sam, remembering him as if it were the first and last time you laid eyes on him, just to doodle the scene of him awkwardly sat on a chair, his long legs spread out as a perplexed expression froze his features.
You loved taking advantage of those quiet moments to properly look at him, the way his bangs sit perfectly on his forehead, how often he tilts his head to one side in confusion, or even the look he'd give you every time you were too deep in your thoughts to notice him staring back at you. Those round, shiny eyes highlighting his puppy-like gaze.
Tonight isn't particularly on Sam's side. His mind's racing, and has been for long minutes, or even hours, reminiscing about today's events.
Sam calls himself stupid for feeling that way, curious and strangely aroused by the thought of you, sitting in silence, imagining every curve of his body, each one of his muscles, while filling the pages of your sketchbook.
He wonders how you would feel if he did the same, staring at you while he smudges graphite on a large piece of paper, laying each one of your beautiful features on it. He wonders if you'd pose for him, a seductive look on your face as his bitten pen marks the pages.
He's desperately trying to hold his thoughts back before they send him waking to your room, banging on your door in hope that you're still awake.
He didn't try hard enough.
In a few seconds, Sam is already standing in front of your motel room door, gathering up the courage to knock on it. His eyes only widen in shock as the handle twists open. The look on your face, taken aback by his unexpected appearance, makes him take a step back.
It gives him the perfect view to really take a look at your figure, his cheeks tinted with a soft, pink hue as he notices your bare legs, the long shirt you're wearing barely covering up your thighs. Wait, is that his shirt?
"Sam?" you breathe out, your eyes follow his gaze, settled on your upper body. He gives you a hint of a smile, visibly amused by the situation. It definitely is his shirt. "What are you doing here?"
Sam scratches the back of his head, unsure if he should say the truth. "I, uh, couldn't sleep. You?"
"I was gonna go grab my book. Left it in Dean's car," you respond simply while giving him a look, one that says i know you're lying.
"At three in the morning?"
You groan at his question, already defeated. You did leave your book in Dean's car, but thats's definitely not what's keeping you up so late.
Your facial expression must've betrayed you, since Sam leans forward, his forearm resting above your head on the door frame. Your breath itches as his face appears slightly closer to yours, the disappearing scent of perfume on his clothes coating the air between your bodies. "Can I come in?"
You nod in response, shifting just enough to leave space for him to enter the room. He does so, looking around the room as if he's never entered it before, while you face the door, shutting the it quietly before you lock it to prevent the outside air's coldness to enter.
When you turn around, you expect him to be sitting on the edge of your own bed in an ungainly manner, with a certain shyness he always carries around when spending alone time with you.
To your surprise, he's facing you. Not too close to be all over you, but enough for his warmth to caress your skin. You both stand there for what feels like a minute or so, his eyes traveling along your features. From the way your eyelashes curl, to the shape of your lips. Your heart finds comfort in the weight of a deafening silence, until Sam breaks it.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks, smiling. Unexpectedly confident in a way that makes your pulse throb.
You nod, and Sam is already all over you. His mouth crashes against yours, hot, starving but still sweet. The sudden weight of his lips on you, along with his large hands cupping your jaw is dizzying in the best way. He takes his time with it, tasting and feeling every inch of your body you allow him to touch.
Slow sweeps of his tongue accompanied by light nips to your bottom lip make you gasp just right, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, the both of you exhaling deeply at the burst of hotness emanating from the shared kiss.
His hands wander, tracing the curve of your hips beneath the fabric of his shirt, settling there before you push his wrist down, urging him to get a better hold of your body until he reaches your ass, squeezing the flesh softly as you hum. His free hand slides up to tangle in your hair, acting as a cushion when he pushes you against the closed door.
He growls as your bodies collide, your messy licks and bites working him up in the most delightful way possible. Your skin is hot, every tiny movements burns: the wet caress of his tongue against yours, his bangs tickling your skin, the way his fingers curl around your ass, pressing you flush against him as his hips desperately grind against you.
Quiet whimpers of desperation slip into your mouth like he just can't help it, and you moan at the feeling. The reciprocated sexual longing tastes absolutely wonderful on your tongue. He breaks the kiss just enough to trail open mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking on your sensitive spot to tear a soft gasp away from you. Each one of the marks sucked into your skin pull at your arousal like a leash, his groans traveling directly to your core.
"Fuck— I need you Sam," you succeed to mumble between gasps, voice thick with desire.
Your fingers fumble at the hem of his shirt, impatient. You tug upward on the soft material, and his hands only leave your body for a split second before he's grabbing you again. He hums in return when he manages to get rid of the only piece of clothing you were wearing, revealing your underwear. Your hands find his hair again, tugging on the soft stands as your lips crash onto his.
"Need you too. So fucking bad," Sam mutters between breaths, eager to taste you better.
"God you're so beautiful," he whispers as his fingers tangle in your underwear. He could just sit there and watch you all night, all pretty and needy for him. "I wish you could see yourself, how good you're gonna look while taking me."
His words make your head spin, and you moan at the thought: you in front of a mirror, slightly bent over with Sam's big hands covering your hips, grounding you as he slides in and out of your cunt like there's no tomorrow.
"The bathroom mirror is broken," you whine at the eventuality of mirror sex with Sam vanishing right in front of you.
His hands settle on your waist, guiding you until the back of your knees hit the sharp edge of your bed. You sit, not breaking the kiss, hands still tangled in his hair.
"Wait for me," Sam whispers, and you already miss the feeling of his skin against yours when he backs away. You can't exactly make out what he's doing, your eyes are too focused on his back. His broad shoulders are glistening, already affected by the warmth of the room and his excitement.
Sam fumbles an attempt at opening your laptop, which was sitting on the edge of a small table standing across the room, perfectly aligned with your bed. He manages to open the camera app, and a green dot appears next to the webcam as his reflection appears on the screen.
You smile when he makes his way back to you, and you slide your panties down your legs as he watches your every movements, lustfulness written all over his face. He licks his lips before getting down on his knees, hands groping your thighs as soon as he hits the floor.
You close the distance between your faces, sliding your tongue in his mouth, so fucking impatient for him to touch you more and more. He hums in satisfaction when his long fingers reach your back, unhooking your bra in one single motion.
His lips trail down to find your chest, and you rest your hands on his shoulders. He drags two fingers along your inner thighs, teasing as he mouths at your breasts. You close your eyes, gasping as his fingers graze your folds lightly.
Sam thumbs at your slit, dragging it up and down your folds before settling on your clit. His lips wrap around the soft skin of your breast, stealing a moan from you as he sucks a dark spot. Your legs open up even more as your vision blurs.
"That's it, baby. So pretty opening up for me." he murmurs, a cool puff of air hitting the wet spots his lips left behind, a gasp tumbling from your lips at the sensation.
"Fuck, Sam—"
He wraps a massive hand around your body, fingers splaying over your back. You're wet. Really wet. You can feel it as he spreads you open with his middle and index finger, eyes blown wide, eaten alive by his arousal.
You whimper when he teases your folds, and it quickly turns into a moan as he leans down to lick the wetness of your cunt, his tongue flat against your sensitive part. "So wet and pretty for me," he hums.
His lips form a seal around your sensitive bud, sucking like his life depends on it. You don't get the time to respond before he dips further, humming against your clit as a thick finger slides inside you, stretching you out beautifully. Your lashes flutter when he drowns in it until the last knuckle, fire pulling at your core.
A second finger enters you, and Sam pumps in slow, wet squelching sounds echoing in the quiet room as he hits your favorite spot, making you whimper as he stuffs you full.
He smiles against your pussy. Your pretty sounds make his head spin, and he can't help but moan against you, the vibrations of his voice electrifying every nerve in your body. "Come on, look at yourself baby. Already a mess."
The tone of his voice makes you shudder. Your half-lidded eyes find your reflection on the laptop's screen. The sight alone could make you cum on the spot. Sam kneeling in front of you, his arm going back and forth as he fingers you eagerly, and those broad shoulders covering the view of your pussy, making it only his to see.
He's right, you are a mess, your eyes are glossy, jaw open, and eyebrows pulled in silent pleasure, waiting for more. "Oh god, Sam!"
Your fingers comb through his hair, unconsciously tugging on it as his pace fastens, pushing his tongue into your throbbing cunt as he rocks his face back and forth. He drags your orgasm down until you're just a wet, moaning mess under his touch.
"Want me to fuck y'like this, baby?" he prattles, curling his fingers to tear another loud moan from you. "Take you right in front of that camera?" Your pussy clenches at his words and he groans, "So you can see how much of a good girl you are?
"Y-yeah," you sob, trying your absolute best to contain your orgasm.
"Say you want it." Sam urges, lapping at your folds. He can already taste your juices on the tip of his tongue, threatening to flow out.
"I— Fuck, want you to fuck me, Sammy. Just like that." You nod frantically.
This was everything you needed to send you over the edge. Sam's fingers curl and thrust deep inside you once again, as his lips find your sensitive clit.
Your climax washes over you, breaking you apart as the overwhelming pleasure makes your brain go numb. You can only babble Sam's name, all over again."God, Sam— Don't stop," you cry out.
"Go on, Sweetheart. Cum all over me." He moans when your juices drip down his fingers, coating them alongside his tongue. He licks and suck on your arousal, tasting you as a low whimper escapes him.
His fingers escape free, and he looks up at you with big caring eyes. Your release coats his chin and lips, and you can see a few drops sliding down down his neck. He drags his fingers to his mouth without hesitation, sucking them clean.
"You taste so good," he grins shamelessly, more than turned on by the sight of you, all broken, thigh open wide for him.
You're barely able to bite back a moan as he bends to capture your lips. His long fingers wrap around your throat, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. His free hand skim over your trembling thighs, soothing you.
Sam is hungry, desperate. He wants to bury himself inside you and stay there forever, he wants you to beg for him, all pliant and starving, ready to swallow him whole.
Soft giggles escape your lips as he picks you up, making you stand in front of the camera. God, how he loves it when you sound like this, so happy and full of light. He can't help it but smile, white teeth showing as he places himself behind you before kissing your cheeks.
You melt against him, leaning you back against his chest as he wraps his long arms around you. The feeling of his restrained cock against your ass makes you shiver, "Look at you," he whispers. "So fucking hot."
You hear the clink of his belt buckle as he takes his remaining clothes off, not wanting to waste a second before he pushes you flush against him, his hardness pressing against your back. You gasp softly and hear a low chuckle coming out of his throat. "Are you ready for me, baby?"
"Don't tease me, Sam. I need you right now," you whimper in desperation.
"So needy," he whispers against your ear before lightly biting your lobe.
Sam slowly shifts and rubs his cock between your folds, you slightly bend over to give him easier access. He lines himself up with your entrance and stays still for a few seconds, taking in the moment. You, on the other hand, can't bear to live another second without him inside your pussy. You suddenly bore down, splitting yourself open on him with a deep moan. "Fuck."
He grunts, then choke on a whimper as you continue, taking him almost to the hilt in one go. "You're so— Big."
"Oh Fuck," he breathes out, your name escaping his lips a he tries to keep his composure. "You didn't even give me a moment to—" His voice breaks again as you rock against him.
His forehead drops to your shoulder, grunting as he rolls his hips back. And, when he thrusts back in, you feel the entirety of him pushing against your walls, the curvy shape of him fitting into your cunt in the most appetizing way. The throaty sound it pulled from you both is obscene. Each one of your moans come out louder than the previous one.
"I'm so full, Sam," you almost cry, already overwhelmed by the fullness of your pussy as Sam's hips collide with your ass.
"Yeah, feels good?" He bites the skin at your shoulder, before licking on it to ease the soft, but delightful pain. "Look at us, baby. You're taking me so good."
The sound of his voice, raspy, burning with desire, has almost the same effect on you as his cock. You feel yourself dripping, your arousal sliding down your thighs as you come closer to a new orgasm. You whimper as he slows down, not far from crying of pleasure and desperation.
Sam wants to take his time with you, not ready to let go. He presses your knees together, closing your legs. He feels even bigger like this, taking you apart entirely. You almost taste him, and you start to think that you might be losing your damn mind over him.
He looks at you through your reflection on the laptop screen, "Let me savor you. 'M gonna take you slow and deep, and I won't stop until you cum all over me." His hand wraps around you face, holding your chin to make you face him. "Would you like that, Sweetheart?"
You nod with half-lidded eyes, and he kisses you. It's slow, full of care and affection. You grab his wrist, guiding his hand near your clit, urging him to touch you. The most broken sound of pleasure escapes you, feeling deep pressure everywhere you needed, craved.
He gently fucks you in return, slow enough to drag long moans from your lips, and your legs start to tremble again. "I wanna cum— Please, Sam"
"Fuck. Me too, baby. I got you," he mumbles, brain completely shutting down as he reaches his high.
You buck against him, meeting each one of his thrusts as he thumbs at your clit before circling it harder. Your eyes flutter open to watch him thrust into you, gasping, cheeks carrying a hot pink color. "Cum in me," you mumble, smiling at the hot frown on his face.
This is too much for Sam. He instantly goes dumb, thrusting harder while keeping a painfully slow pace.
You never thought you could ever be more full until he came inside your pussy, the both of you moaning and panting loudly, as his warmth brings you back to the real world. "That's my girl," he coos, leaving delicate kisses on your skin as you reach the end of your orgasm.
"That was fucking amazing," you pant, and he puts a reassuring hand on your waist. The both of you exchange a look as while coming back to your senses, flashing a smile to each other.
He wipes away the tears pricking at your eyes with a brush of his lips, before wrapping his arms around you. You stand there for a moment, looking at your reflection, until a flash of amusement makes itself known in your eyes.
"You look a mess, Sammy," you giggle, messing with his hair even more as he chuckles before giving you a sweet peck.
"Your fault for being so beautiful." His grip tightens around you, and he picks you up before setting you both on the bed.
You lay comfortably on his chest, sticky and glistening with sweat. You're too lazy, too exhausted to even think about getting into the shower right at this instant. You'd rather stay here, with Sam, the sweetness of your shared moment being more important than anything.
Unfortunately, your body gets the best of you. As Sam draws peppers kisses all over your face while whispering sweet, heartfelt words that sound like the most perfect melody to your hears, the comforting feeling of his presence lulls you to sleep.
The next morning, you wake up to an empty side of the bed. The room is clean, too clean as even Sam isn't here anymore.
You sit up carefully, looking around the room until your eyes catch the shape of a piece of paper, folded and lying on the pillow next to you. When you pick it up to open it, you read:
Left with Dean for the day :(
You looked so pretty asleep, i couldn't wake you up
please, wait for me.
— SW
On the other side of the paper is a surprisingly accurate drawing of you, asleep, with a soft smile on your face.
older!dean winchester meeting (slightly) controversially younger!reader in a town he's working a case on and getting wayyyyy too obsessed with you. finding out you have a boyfriend, and then finding a way to convince charlie to hack into your phone and change the boyfriend's number in your contacts to his. getting you to send him nudes and home-made porn. sending you the most filthy texts and having to fuck his cock into his hand in a shitty motel bathroom because he knows that you're probably in your parent's house, getting all wet and squirmy about his dirty, dirty words.
dean deluding himself into thinking that he's keeping you safe like this, from all the monsters in the world. you shouldn't be talking to boys this way at your age, anyway.
You’d spent hours getting ready for this. The white lace lingerie was sinful, thin straps framing your tits, sheer panels that hid nothing, garters snapping tight against your thighs. A little red bow sat between your breasts with a handwritten tag: Happy Birthday, Ben Unwrap me. Candles flickered across the apartment. Whiskey waited on the counter next to the steak you’d made. The second the door opened, you perched on the dining table, legs crossed, heart racing.
Soldier Boy stepped inside, still wearing his suit, shield dropped with a heavy thud. He looked pissed off from whatever shit day he’d had. “What a fucking joke of a birthday,” he muttered, flipping on the lights.
Then he saw you.
He raked his gaze over every inch of you slowly, appreciatively. “Well, damn. Look at you, sweetheart. That’s the best present I’ve gotten in decades.”
You smiled softly. “Happy birthday, Ben. Thought you could use something good after today.”
He stalked toward you, peeling off his gloves. “You thought right. Been surrounded by idiots all day. This… this is what I needed.” He stopped right in front of you, towering, and snapped one thin strap against your skin. “On your knees. Now.”
You slid down between his thick thighs without hesitation. He unzipped and pulled out his heavy cock, already hard and leaking. You wrapped your hand around the base and leaned in, licking a slow, wet stripe from balls to tip before taking the head into your mouth.
“Deeper. Don’t half-ass it. Take more, there you go. Relax that throat. You can handle it. I know you can. Good fucking girl, choking on my cock like you were made for it.”
His grip tightened and he started rocking his hips, feeding you more with each thrust. Spit ran down your chin as you gagged slightly, but he didn’t let up.
“Tease the head with your tongue. Fuck, that feels good.”
He kept up the steady stream of rough commands and praise, guiding you exactly how he wanted. After several long minutes of you working him with your mouth, he pulled you off by the hair, breathing hard.
“Up,” he ordered. He lifted you onto the table like you weighed nothing and yanked your thong to the side. Two thick fingers pressed against your lips. “Open. Suck.”
You took them into your mouth instantly, swirling your tongue and sucking messily while he watched with dark eyes.
“Get them nice and wet.” He pushed them deeper, fucking your mouth with his fingers aggressively. “...just like you were sucking my cock. Don’t stop.”
When they were dripping, he pulled them out and shoved them straight into your pussy in one smooth motion. You gasped, back arching.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he grunted, pumping his fingers deep and hard. “This pussy’s been waiting for me all night, hasn’t it? Tight as hell.”
He curled them perfectly, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust while his thumb rubbed rough circles on your clit.
“Fuck yourself on my fingers. Don’t be shy. You’re doing so good for me, doll.”
Your moans grew louder, legs trembling around his arm. He finger-fucked you relentlessly, never letting up, eyes locked on your face the whole time.
“Ben...” you whimpered.
“Not yet,” he growled. “You come when I’m inside you. Hold it together.”
He pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and aching, and freed his cock again. He lined up and pushed in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he groaned, gripping your hips hard. “So goddamn tight.”
He started fucking you deep and aggressive, the table creaking under you with every powerful snap of his hips. One hand stayed on your throat while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you wider.
“Eyes on me,” he barked. “That’s it. Take this cock. You feel how deep I am? This pussy belongs to me. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” you gasped, voice breaking as he pounded into you.
“Louder.” He slammed in harder, talking you through every thrust. “Relax your legs, let me in deeper.”
His pace was relentless, aggressive, hips snapping against you as sweat beaded on his chest. But between the rough commands there were those softer moments, his thumb brushing your cheek almost tenderly, the way he leaned down to growl praises right against your ear.
“You’re mine. All mine. No one else gets this. No one else makes me feel like this on my shitty birthday. Good girl, you’re making it all worth it.”
He shifted angles suddenly, hitting even deeper, and you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.
The orgasm hit you hard, walls clenching around him as pleasure tore through you. He fucked you through it with deep, punishing strokes, groaning low.
“Fuck, that’s it. Squeeze me just like that. Good fucking girl.”
Only when you started to come down did he pull out, stroking himself fast. “Open your mouth. Tongue out.”
You obeyed instantly. He came with a deep, satisfied groan, thick ropes painting your tongue and lips. You swallowed what landed in your mouth, looking up at him with hazy eyes.
Soldier Boy who comes downstairs every morning just to find you already making breakfast for the two of you. He also always follows his good morning kiss up with a slap to your ass, almost like clockwork.
Soldier Boy who lets his hands get extra cold when working outside in the winter so he can bend you over his workbench and pull your snowpants down to finger you with his cold fingers. He loves seeing you shiver and warm up his fingers.
Soldier Boy who learns how to build everything you need him to, a cage of your little chickens? Done. A bench for you to sit on to watch the sunset every evening? Done. He just loves feeling useful in any way possible.
Soldier Boy who wakes you up with kisses and a heavy arm around your waist almost every morning. The ones he doesn’t he does it by rubbing his already hard cock against your ass to relieve some tension. If you don’t wake up he takes that as an invite to just pull your cute little cotton panties down.
Soldier Boy who hated dancing when he first met you but after moving in together and watching you dance in the kitchen after cleaning up changed him a little. He started letting you take his hand and spinning you around from time to time but sometimes he just watches you.
Soldier Boy who loves to fuck you all around the house. On every surface possible, doesn’t matter if it’s the kitchen island or the bathroom over the sink while some of your stuff fell down.
Soldier Boy who started getting a little softer with you after some time. When you first met it was all about sex and reliving stress and getting back to work right after. But now the two of you had all the time in the world so sometimes it was just slow and passionate sex with actual intimacy.
Nesting instincts are kicking ig. I really want a baby but I’m definitely not old enough for one :(
yet again another oc x canon!! this is exclusively for my very close friend, please don't ask or request anything unless it is about "reader"
Genre: angst, smut, angst no comfort, kinda makeup sex?? But it doesn't really do jack shit
WARNINGS AAHHHHH: Andrew x Steve Rogers, Male (Andrew) x Steve Rogers, anal, anal sex, gay sex, unprotected sex, lube because we know Steve is a big boy 👀👀, BOTTOM ANDREW BECAUSE NOTHING WAS SPECIFICED LMFAO
Paradise in hell
Everything was wonderful, absolutely wonderful, you and Steve were doing amazing, until..well being an avenger and saving the world happened, you loved Steve a lot, he was wonderful to you but him leaving like this broke your sweet heart.
"Steve please— baby do you have to leave?" You croaked, voice trembling, eyes absofuckinglutely watering up. "Andrew.. you know I have to do this, to save people, to help others—!" Steve stared, cupping your face gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Steve...c'mon stay for me? I'm sure the avengers wouldn't mind one lost stray" you murmured, leaning closer, your hands wandering..to a beautiful place called Steve's crotch (Mr Big Steve). "Andrew—.." Steve paused..he thought about it, maybe one more time before he had to leave..after all he did love you.
Steve gasped, and groaned as you palmed him through his sweatpants, his hips twitching up, "Andrew—..oh—!" Steve groaned, forehead falling onto your shoulder, you could hear how needy he was.
Of course through a lot of fumbling.. and tripping, you were now bare , laying flat on your back, as Steve gently applied some lube onto your asshole, and his own cock, gently pushing himself inside you.
"Oh— sweetheart—!" Steve groaned, hands gently gripping your thighs, not forcing himself deeper but just to make himself not fall on top of you, of course logically you weren't any better, sweet whines and moans out of your own mouth, cock twitching against your tummy, Steve took this as an opportunity, gently stroking you as he thrusted deep inside.
you were a moaning mess already this beautiful man had worked his way with you, as his cock was hitting your sweet spots, and making you see stars, hell you could've came all over your stomach right there, but Steve leaned down whispered softly in your ear "Andrew..you know this isn't gonna fix the fact I'm leaving right?" Steve kept moving but that ruined the whole mood.
"Steve..stop—" you said abruptly, because now you felt just all wrong inside, Steve stopped because he would never force you to keep going. "Yes Andrew..?" Steve blinked with those big blue eyes. "you don't get it steve— I can't handle being alone whilst you're just away—! I thought maybe if we did some last bit of romance or love you'd see that what we had was worth more than being some stupid avenger!" You croaked, tears streaming out, hot and heavy. "just get off me!" You screamed, as Steve hurriedly got off you worried eyes watching you.
"JUST FUCKING GET OUT!" you screamed, tears pouring, everything was blurry as Steve hurriedly pulled out and got dressed. "sweetheart we can talk—" Steve stared but you cut him off. "We can talk? No— get the fuck out! Just leave damnit!" You shrieked, Steve grabbed his stuff and headed out, wanting to say more to you but you shut him out, leaving you all alone again.
A/N: that's all for today folks, uhhh I'm so tired bruh @onyourl3ft here you go
ben makes reader so oral fixated that she can't stop herself from giving him love bites all the fucking time.
she falls asleep with her lips around his neck and her tongue against his skin, teeth slightly grazing. augh she just need to have her mouth on his all day every day and he wears the hickeys like a fucking badge of honor 😛
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Mmm yes he's encouraging you so bad. Every time you get your mouth on him he's calling you his 'needy little thing' and winding his hands in your hair to lock you in place. If you're doing something where you're a little too busy to have your mouth open on his neck he'll give you his fingers to suck on, a fond smile that he would never admit to pulling at his lips. Your mouth is so warm, so active, he feels like it's only fair to keep it nice and busy.
He's taken to muffling your whines with his neck, becoming uncharacteristically obsessed with the way the noises spill against his skin. It doesn't matter how hard he's fucking you, ben still expects a perfect little bruise sucked into the side of his neck to taunt you with later.
I beg of thee… write something for Rowena anything you want at all!! she’s just so babe to me
hmmm.. what about rowena macleod trying to teach you spells? that totally doesn't bleed a little into smut at the end omg not me not the gay..
"it's not that difficult, darling. just need to repeat after me." and the thing is, you do try to repeat what she says. but it's one thing for the spells to be in languages you don't understand, but it's another thing when the heady scent of her perfume infiltrates your senses as she leans in closer; one hand on the back of your chair, the other resting on your shoulder. and as you being to try and attempt the spells again, rowena's hand slides down over your chest. she palms your breasts through your shirt, making you stutter a little. but you keep going.. and so does she.
it's not until she's pressing her fingers against your cunt through your wet panties and rubbing your clit that you finally make it to the end of the spell you're reading back to her. you're trying not to clamp your thighs around her hand, to keep her there indefinitely, and definitely trying not to whine when she pulls her hand away entirely. "mhm, good girl. you did so well for me at this. maybe i should teach you some other things whilst we have the time.."
Your werewolf Dean au has been… doing something to me. Asking the expert here, how many places do you think Dean would try to fit his knot
LOVE what you’ve done with the place
oh, werewolf!dean winchester would definitely try to fit his knot anywhere and everywhere.
in "normal" sex, he's 100% trying to keep the dog in him (lmao) at bay. he'll still fuck you like a feral animal, but he's able to restrain himself if he starts to get out of hand. the one thing he's never going to do to you, especially in sex, is push you too far or hurt you in any way. he'd never forgive himself for that.
but when he's in a rut and can't control himself? oh LORD. like. he's losing his damn mind because all he wants to do is fuck you. of course he's fitting his knot in any hole of yours he can. once he's more comfortable with you, and (finally) tells you that he's a werewolf, that is.
i think younger!dean would definitely have a harder time with it all, still trying to get used to be a werewolf + also very insatiable, panting as he whines "'m sorry, sweetheart; jus' hurtin' so bad," into your sweat-slick neck as he makes sure to fuck you at least twice in every hole you have.
however, with older!dean, there's more control. he's gotten used to the whole rut thing by now, and will 100% resort to masturbation if you don't want sex because of the whole knotting thing. i think he'd still have good stamina (even as an old fuck, lol), but he's got enough experience by now to know not to push it. but when you do want sex, he'll literally be balls-deep in you before you shyly tell him that he can knot you anywhere. "y'sure, sweetheart? 'cause 'm not gonna do it if you're jus' wantin' to make me feel better.." and, of course you mean it. so, he does. he fucks you in every hole (if he's got the energy + control for it), filling you up as he praises you, "so good f'me, baby. so good for lettin' me use you like this. gonna fill you up nice with my pups; as a reward."
