pairing : Sam Winchester x tipsy!Reader.
warnings : sexual content. drunk sex, allusions to dom/sub dynamics, spanking, light humiliation kink, size kink if you squint, p in v, doggystle, unprotected sex. 18+ only !!
Based off of a request.
You didn't mean to get so drunk. You really didn't. But you couldn't stop it either with the way Dean was coaxing shot after shot of the bar's strongest tequila down your throat. And like he always did after a while, he abandoned you, leaving you thoroughly sloshed and pouting while he went looking for a bar chick to hook-up with.
And that pretty sums up how you ended up this way— soft, pliant and wrapped up in the arms of the younger Winchester as he carries you full-bridal style, all the way down to the motel because you're too drunk off your ass to even walk straight.
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You're flirting shamelessly with him, your inhibitions shot to hell as you giggle the most obscene things without a single ounce of remorse. "Oh my god! Is this really how tiny everything appears to you? You're like so tall Sam, so big." you gush, amazed at how the world really does appear smaller from this height where he's carrying you. And you could've stopped there. But you obviously didn't, continuing to rattle off every single thought that came into your alcohol addled brain with a severe lack of filter. "Bet you're this big all over, huh ?" you add with a squeal of delight.
His jaw clenches, his self- control stretching thin with each ditzy word spilling from your lips. "Watch it." he warns and you just hum contentedly, enjoying the way you're toying with any shred of restraint he's left cleaving to in desperation.
"I've always wondered what you'd be like in y'know...bed." you slur casually like you didn't just make his jeans tighten even more with another shameless comment. Sam stops. Right there, in the middle if the road and looks down at you, his dark, lust-blown pupils meeting your happy gaze.
"Say that one more time and I'll make you find out."
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The headboard slams against the wall with every thrust of his hips behind you, each one driving his cock deeper inside your dripping pussy, making you feel so full that you know you can't take anymore.
His hand is fisted in your hair, your face — flushed pink and fucked-out already— smushed into the pillow beneath your head, your ass up and legs spread indecently wide open like a filthy little present just for him as he fucks into you with a force that has you clawing at the sheets, your moans— muffled and obscene— echoing in the motel room coupled with his grunts of pleasure and exertion from how hard he's rutting into you.
"Dyin' to know how I fuck weren't you, baby ? Yeah ? Dirty little girl." he rasps, his hand coming down sharp and heavy on your ass, landing a slap that makes you cry out— high-pitched and whiny, your hips bucking backwards in desperation.
"Tell me how it feels, sweetie. Tell me how it feels when I fuck you. " he grunts, his pace picking up, cock pounding into your sweet spot hard enough to make stars burst to life behind your eyes. "F-feels sooo good, Sammy. Please don't stop, m'gonna cum!" you moan, your voice slurred and incoherent as you babble the words, "please, so good. ", "right there. " and "just like that. ", on repeat.
A few more thrusts later, you cum, your moans turning into screams as you clench around his girthy shaft, slick dripping down your thighs from the way he fucks you utterly dumb...even through your climax. Sam spills into you with a deep groan that rumbles straight out of his chest, wrecked with pleasure from the way your pussy clamps down tight around him, milking every drop of his release, his hips pumping into you with stuttered thrusts.
You both collapse into each others' arms, your limbs aching— heavy and pleasant, your mind blissfully empty. "Go to sleep, baby." you hear Sam murmur, his lips pressing affectionate little kisses across your neck and shoulders making you smile— all sleepy and adorable.
And just before you drift off, you mumble, "We are so doing that again. Soon."
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Anon requested : " hi. sam winchester being an absolute beast at oral. like him spending hours and hours in between reader's legs just over stimming them because he's too addicted to the taste of them :( and while he eats them out he looks up at them with his cute puppy eyes and his face is flushed messy with their come. and he's eating away at them like a starved, desperate man. and ALSO PLEASE. while he's at it he's grinding against the pillow trying to pleasure himself too :( he's so pathetic and gets turned on by the reader's reaction that he grinds himself into the bed and he's so rock hard he's whimpering into them as he eats them out, and he cums in his pants."
a/n : y'all really love pussydrunk!Sam <3
Pairing : Sam Winchester x Reader.
TW : sexual content. cunnilingus, pillow fucking, needy Sammy (again), orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, (m) cumming untouched.
Sam's face has been buried between your thighs for hours—hours of his tongue working you over in a relentless frenzy, like he’ll never be satisfied no matter how high-pitched or pitiful your whines turn with the need to come, no matter how wet you get, no matter how desperate. His lips are swollen from sucking your clit with an intensity that has you clawing at the sheets as your thighs tremble, his mouth glistening with your slick while his cheeks are flushed a pretty shade of pink that makes him look both feral and fucking angelic. His puppy- dog eyes flick up to meet yours— wide, desperate and needy— like he’s begging for your approval even as he devours you like he’s starved, turning you into a moaning, writhing mess. He’s groaning into your cunt, lapping at your folds, greedily, like he physically cannot bear to waste even a single drop of your arousal…like he’s so addicted to the taste of you that he can’t even think straight. The vibrations his steady moans send through you, have you tugging at his hair harder while you moan— loud and pornographic, teetering on the edge of another climax he won’t let you have.
“Sammy baby, pl-please lemme come.” you whine, your body arching off the bed as he sucks your clit, slow and deliberate, his tongue flicking against your dripping pussy in broad strokes, so precise that they should be illegal for a man like him to know. He’s been at this so long you’ve lost count of how many times he’s brought you to the edge, his mouth sloppy and eager against you, making your moans rise to fever pitch before he pulls you back, his pace turning languid and barely controlled to make sure you don’t come yet. But he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. His hands pin your hips to the bed, his broad shoulders forcing your quivering thighs apart as mumbles— all pathetic and teary-eyed— “Not yet, sweetie. Just need you a little longer.”. He doesn’t even fully pull away to speak, just enough for you to make out his slurred plea before his mouth is back on you with a stuttered groan that rumbles right out of his chest— like he wouldn’t survive if he spent even a second longer without his mouth on you.
He’s grinding against a pillow wedged between his legs, his hips pumping forwards in sloppy, desperate thrusts. You can see the bulge— thick and obscene— tenting his jeans, the denim soaked through and dark where he’s leaking with a slutty amount of precum…just from tasting you. He’s so hard it’s painful, his cock straining against his jeans like it’s got personal vendetta against him but he doesn’t care—your pleasure is his fucking religion. Every moan you let out, every single cry of unadulterated pleasure, makes him whimper, his cock twitching eagerly as he fucks into the pillow harder. His eyes stay locked on yours, hazy with lust, and when your next orgasm builds, you see him rut harder, chasing his own release as he re-doubles his frenzied assault on your soaked cunt.
“Sam, m’gonna—” you start, your words cutting off into a cry as you finally shatter, your orgasm rushing through your body— hot and blinding— as you come, your moans subsiding into whimpers when you hear it. Sam grunts into your pussy, grinding his hips harder into the pillow when he suddenly stills, his moans turning frantic, his hips jerking erratically, and with a choked, pitiful whimper, he comes…right there, in his jeans. Like some horny teenager.
But he doesn’t stop even then, licking you through the aftershocks, softer now but no less eager, making you gasp from the intense overstimulation . “One more,” he promises,“Please, just one more.”
ꕤ summary: a few drinks in and you’re just tipsy enough to tease dean a little too much. he notices. and when you get back to the hotel? he makes sure you remember exactly who owns you.
♯ warnings: mdni!! explicit content, dom! dean, rough sex, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, light choking, heavyy dumbification, name-calling (slut, good girl, etc.), spit in mouth, creampie, messy messy messy, dean is a certified munch™.
♯ notes: bitch idk what came over me i wrote this with my hand down my pants i’m not even kidding. girl i need help. this fic should not exist but here it is.
The door had barely slammed shut behind you when Dean was on you like a man unhinged. You barely had time to let out a gasp before his hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, dragging you backwards, practically throwing you onto the edge of the hotel bed.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growled, sinking to his knees between your legs, yanking your skirt up so fast the fabric damn near tore. “I knew you were acting up for a reason. All needy ‘n squirmy in the damn car. You should’ve told me you were this wet, sweetheart.”
Before you could say a word, his mouth was on your cunt. No warning. No teasing. Just pure hunger. Dean fucking devoured you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. His tongue worked deep, curling and dragging inside you like he was licking into the core of your soul, while his nose pressed tight against your clit, giving you no room to breathe.
“Oh my God, Dean—”
Your voice cracked into a high, wrecked whine, legs trembling, back arching off the bed, but he just growled, shaking his head slightly while he sucked at your clit until your vision went white. The sounds were obscene— wet, loud, filthy. Slurping like he wanted everyone on the floor to hear just how messy he could get for you.
“Keep your legs open,” he grunted into you, voice muffled by your pussy. “Wanna feel you cum on my tongue. Right fuckin’ now.”
You came so hard it was embarrassing. Back bowed, thighs clamped around his head, moaning so loud you swore the damn windows rattled. But Dean didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.
He dragged your limp body further up the bed like you weighed nothing, and before you could even catch a breath, he was on top of you, cock already out and rock hard, brushing against your overstimulated pussy.
“You thought I was done?” he rasped, eyes burning into yours. “Nah, baby. You’re gonna take all of it.”
And he shoved inside, one brutal thrust, balls deep, stretching you open until you cried. He didn’t give you time to adjust. Just filthy, obscene rhythm, skin slapping, your juices soaking the sheets beneath you. Every inch of you shook as he pounded into you like he hated you.
His hand came up to your throat, gripping just enough to make your head spin, while his hips snapped forward in ruthless, punishing strokes that left no space between your bodies. You were wrecked, babbling nonsense, mouth open but no sound coming out.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Fuckin’ take it. You love this, don’t you? My good little girl, so tight, so fuckin’ wet for me.”
His other hand snaked under your knee, pinning your leg up high, and the new angle had his cock hitting deep, right against that devastating spot that made you scream.
He was using you now, chasing his own high, dripping sweat onto your chest, panting through gritted teeth as your pussy clenched around him like a vice. “Fucking hell,” he growled, slamming into you harder. “This pussy’s mine. Say it. Say it, sweetheart.”
“M–Mine— No, yours! It’s yours, Dean, I swear—!”
“Damn right it is.”
And then he spit in your mouth. Without warning. Hot and slick and degrading— and your whole body shivered with how nasty it made you feel. He kissed you right after, tongue deep, like he couldn’t get enough of your taste mixed with his.
“I’m gonna cum so deep you feel it tomorrow morning,” he hissed into your ear. “Maybe I’ll fuck you again at breakfast, bend you over that goddamn minibar while you’re still wearing my shirt.”
His thrusts turned sloppy. Desperate. He bit your shoulder, your neck, your jaw— marking you like he wanted the whole world to know who you belonged to. And when he came? Oh, baby, he roared.
Pressed in all the way, cock twitching as he filled you up, hips grinding in slow circles to make sure not a drop slipped out, buried so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach, rutting through every spasm like he wanted to mark your womb with his name.
When he finally pulled out, he looked down at your used, twitching body with the dirtiest fucking smirk.
“Drunk little slut,” he whispered, dragging two fingers through the mess between your thighs. “Let’s see how many more times I can make you cry tonight.”
──★˙. Dean loves to come up with the weirdest, stupidest pet names for you. It's like it's a game for him.
──★˙. Once, he took off his jacket in slow motion just to see your reaction. You rated him a 6.5/10 and he had tears welling in his eyes.
──★˙. You always catch him staring at you during hunts. Dean always says he's "just admirin' the view."
──★˙. He almost crashed the Impala once because you winked at him. He says it's your fault for looking so damn hot.
──★˙. Dean always finds a way to brag about you to anyone. He'll change the topic just to talk about you. "My girl can gank a wendigo with one hand and still look hot doin' it."
──★˙. Dean gets really flustered when you flirt back. He always mumbles something about needing holy water and a cold shower.
I'm in a Jensen Ackles community, and someone posted that they wanted a fic about the reader liking Jensen's hands. I love your writing and think you could do it justice. If this isn't something you'd want to do, you can ignore this. 😊
They also said they wanna be tagged, @/deanwinchestersgirl8734
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pairing: jensen ackles x fem!reader
summary: jensen catches you staring at his hands which gives him a cheeky little idea
cw: 18+ smut/fluff.ᐟ soft dom!jensen.ᐟ reader has a hand kink.ᐟ teasing.ᐟ praising.ᐟ breast & pussy play.ᐟ pre-established relationship [married].ᐟ jensen is a teasing menace.ᐟ
word count: 987
julia yaps: thank you so much @multiversefanfics for thinking about me it’s so sweet and considerate of you. i didn’t get much details about what you wanted so I hope this is okay
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“you’re staring sweetheart” said jensen with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his gaze focused on the script he was currently reading through.
you snapped out of your thoughts and went back to cutting the vegetables for dinner, your cheeks catching on a slight shade of pink, feeling flustered that he caught you staring at his hands. “sorry” you murmured.
but at least he couldn’t read your mind right? he couldn’t tell you were imagining his hands roaming all over your body in a meaningful and sensual manner, his big hand wrapped around your throat as with his other hand his fingers work you open, slowly, one finger then two, maybe three. his thumb circling your swollen clit.
he couldn’t tell you were thinking all that right?
but come on can you blame yourself? his hands are so pretty but at the same time so masculine, decorated with age, kissable freckles and veins, a watch on his wrist, tattoo on his thumb and a silver wedding band on his finger that represented his undying love and loyalty for you. you shamefully worshipped your husbands hands as if they were sculpted my michelangelo himself, and he secretly knew it despite you trying to hide it.
he glanced up from his notes and couldn’t help but smile softly as he noticed just how embarrassed you were at him catching you gawking.
an idea popped in his head, he cleared his throat, putting down all the papers onto the table and he stood up, taking his empty coffee mug and walking over to the kitchen counter. his walk was slow, almost like a predator creeping up on it’s prey.
you looked up and flashed him a smile before going back to focusing on not cutting your fingers off with the kitchen knife.
jensen put the coffee mug down by the drip machine, pressed the button to make more coffee and walked behind you, his broad physique towering over your smaller one. his front pressed up against your back.
he gently placed his hands on your hips and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, then another one on your neck and lastly onto your shoulder.
“babe~” you let out a giggle as his beard tickled your delicate skin, your cute little giggle making him smile. he gently squeezed your waist before snaking one of his hands up your shirt, moving higher up, just below your bra.
your breath hitched slightly as you tried to focus on slicing the vegetables and not his hand placement, but jensen made it real hard when he sneaked his hand under your lace bra to cup your breast. his hand big and warm.
his other hand gradually shifting lower and lower, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts. “babe wha-what are you doing?” you managed to stutter out with a smile.
he hummed in your ear, a big smug smile on his face. “nothing” he replied with an innocent tone which you didn’t fall for. “mhm sure” you chuckled and playfully rolled your eyes.
his hand softly massaged your breast, his thumb brushing against your hardening nipple which made you let out a shaky breath. you had to put the knife down in order not to hurt yourself or him by accident. your lips parted as your breathing became heavier.
“you know what i’m thinking of right now?” jensen whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your neck which sent shivers down your spine.
“n-no?” you accidentally whimpered out. he couldn’t help but smirk at how worked up you seemed to already be.
his veiny hand suddenly leaving your breast and gripping you teasingly by the throat, his fingers wrapping round you deliciously.
“having my hand wrapped round your throat as my other hand plays with your pretty little pussy” his other hand sliding into your shorts and panties, his middle and ring fingers finding their way between your folds with practiced ease. “oh would you look at that, sooo wet, already?” he teased in a slightly mocking tone as he spread your arousal with his middle finger, using it as lube.
you gasped out as he suddenly brushed against your bundle of nerves, your hands weakly grabbing a hold onto his wrists which only made him chuckle. you tilted your head back, resting it on his muscular shoulder. his facial hair brushing against your temple.
his hand teasingly tightening around your throat as his thick digits circled your clit painfully slow, a soft moan slipping your lips. your eyes closing as your back arched leading to your ass brushing against his crotch. “j-jensen..” you breathed out his name like it was some secret.
“shhh shhh it’s okay sweetheart” jensen cooed into your ear, his fingers sliding up and down your slit. “just focus on my hands, in your panties and around your neck…you’re doing so good for me sweetheart” he praised, his words making you melt right there on the spot. he gave your cheek a soft kiss and continued to play with you.
as tension was building up in the pit of your stomach, your grip on his wrists became gradually weaker. jensen could tell that you were getting close by how your body tensed up underneath his touch.
then suddenly his phone started ringing, jensen couldn’t stop the small smirk forming on his face, he was waiting for this important call for a while now, knowing damn well he will leave you waiting, on edge and unsatisfied until later.
“i gotta get that, it’s important” he whispered with a smirk before giving you another soft kiss on the cheek and slowly pulling away, reaching into his pocket for his phone with one hand and licking off your arousal from his other.
“i’m not finished with you yet” he said, giving you a cheeky little wink before picking up the call and walking away into the living room.
thank you so much for reading! feedback and reblogs are always deeply appreciated <3
summary: you share an intense intimate moment with your boyfriend
cw: 18+ smut.ᐟ missionary.ᐟ unprotected pnv [for the love of god wrap it up].ᐟ creampie.ᐟ pre-established relationship [dating].ᐟ cuss words.ᐟ breeding kink if you squint.
word count: 373
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sam absolutely loves fucking you in missionary. the way you claw and scratch at his back with each snap of his hips, your face contorting in pure bliss as his tip continuously kisses your cervix, the way you look at him with the most lustful puppy eyes.
the moans that constantly slip those pretty lips of yours, god, he loves it.
the way your shaky legs try to wrap around his waist to pull him even closer, deeper inside of you, as if that was even possible since he already was balls deep inside you, filling you up to the brim.
and as soon as you get drunk on his cock? when you can’t seem to form a single proper word, let alone a sentence? it’s honestly the most adorably pathetic view he has ever witnessed, he fucking loves it, he’s so addicted to turning you into a hot mess.
watching your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he hits that sweet spot over and over and over again, earning incoherent mumbles as you try to tell him how good he is making you feel, trying to beg him not to stop and whining about how close you are.
but no words need to be spoken for him to know he is doing a damn good job because the sight of his woman falling apart beneath him is more than enough to feed his ego. he just can’t get enough of watching you struggle to kiss him back as he fucks your brains out.
and when he finally spills his seed inside of you, his thick ropes of white covering your warm gummy walls? he lets out a choked up groan against your skin, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he places gentle worshipping kisses, his hips rolling slower but not stopping until he’s pumped dry, as if it was his mission, his purpose in life to give you all his seed.
then after the two of you catch your breaths, he slowly pulls out, watching his cum drip out of your used hole. he can’t help but smirk, a primal instinct kicking in as he enjoys the view of his woman being marked by him.
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