When Sam is in Madisons place he is SO STIFF he is obviously crushing on her and he just can't find anything to say or make a move or let her know IN THE SLIGHTEST WAY that he likes her / finds her attractive. Like I think the only saving grace in that is Madison liked him and noticed he was nervous around her but if she was any more clueless they wouldn't have had sex
cas coming home to the bunker every night and having to go dean and samâs room like a little guardian angel and heal the like twenty combined concussions they get every day so they donât get post concussion syndrome
This is so cute. I'd like to think the reason why they don't have many scars or huge problems like that is Bev of divine intervention. Like having people there whole lives watching over them
How Supernatural Characters React When They Pound You Senseless (Face-to-Face Position) đ Explicit sexual content, NSFW, 18+ only, rough sex, penetrative sex, ass grabbing, dirty talk, explicit language, wet sounds, overstimulation, my brain is so freaky.
DEAN WINCHESTER .á
Dean grabs your ass with both hands the SECOND you're in his lap, giving it an appreciative squeeze before pulling you down onto his cock. "Fuck yeah, c'mere sweetheart," he growls, and then he's thrusting up into you so hard you can barely breathe. Your face is pressed against his neck, your moans muffled against his skin as he absolutely POUNDS you. The wet sounds are obsceneâskin slapping, the squelch of how soaked you are, Dean's grunts mixing with your desperate cries. "Listen to thatâlisten to how fucking wet you are for me. You love getting fucked like this, don't you?" You can only moan in response, your voice high and broken: "Deanâoh fuckâDeanâ" He SMACKS your ass while still gripping it, the sting making you clench around him: "Answer me, baby." "Yes! Yes, I love itâ" "Damn right you do." His pace is brutal, hips snapping up to meet you, hands controlling your movements as he uses your ass to pull you down harder onto his cock. You're practically SCREAMING against his shoulder, overwhelmed by the friction, the fullness, the way he hits that perfect spot with every thrust. "That's it, let the whole fucking bunker hear how good I'm making you feel." Your thighs are shaking, your whole body trembling as pleasure builds unbearably: "Dean, I'm gonnaâI can'tâ" "Come on my cock, sweetheart. Wanna feel you squeeze me." When you shatter, you're moaning his name over and over against his neck, and he fucks you through it: "Fuck yes, that's my girlâso fucking perfectâ" His rhythm starts getting erratic, his breathing ragged, and suddenly his hands leave your ass to grip your waist TIGHT, pulling you flush against him. He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling against your skin, and his cocky facade cracks just slightly: "Fuckâsweetheartâyou're gonna make meâ" His hips stutter, thrusts becoming desperate and uncontrolled: "So fucking goodâyou're so fucking goodâ" He comes with a broken groan muffled against your throat, holding you like you're the only thing keeping him grounded, his whole body shuddering as he spills inside you.
SAM WINCHESTER .á
Sam pulls you into his lap with those HUGE hands gripping your ass, spreading you open as he positions you over his cock. The moment he pulls you down onto him, you're gasping against his neckâhe's so fucking BIG and the angle has him hitting spots that make your vision blur. "That's it, baby, let me hear you," he groans, and then he starts THRUSTING upward and you lose your goddamn mind. His hands grip your ass cheeks hard, using them as leverage to slam you down while he pounds up into you, and the wet sounds of skin slapping skin fill the room. You're moaning uncontrollably against his shoulder, your face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent while he absolutely RUINS you. "Fuck, you're taking me so wellâcan you hear how wet you are for me?" The obscene squelching sounds make you clench around him and he groans: "That's it, squeeze my cock just like that." His pace is RELENTLESS, powerful thrusts that have you crying out with each one, your voice breaking: "Samâoh godâSam, I can'tâ" "Yes you can, baby. You're doing so good for me. Let me feel you fall apart." His fingers dig into your ass, spreading you wider, and the stretch combined with how deep he is makes you SCREAM against his skin. You're trembling, overwhelmed, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as he fucks you harder: "Pleaseâpleaseâ" "I've got you. Let go for me." When you come, you're sobbing his name against his neck, your whole body shaking, and he keeps pounding through it, his rhythm getting erratic as he chases his own release. Suddenly his hands shift from your ass to your waist, gripping you TIGHT, pulling you impossibly closer as his thrusts become desperate. He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling against your skin, his breath hot and ragged: "Fuckâyou feel so goodâI'm gonnaâ" His voice breaks and you feel him shudder, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a deep groan muffled against your throat, holding you like he never wants to let go.
CASTIEL .á
Cas pulls you onto his lap with surprising strength, his hands immediately gripping your ass possessively as he guides you onto his cock. The intensity in his blue eyes is OVERWHELMING as he watches your face contort with pleasure. Then he starts thrusting upward and you're GONEâyour face drops to his shoulder, moaning helplessly as he pounds into you with barely-restrained angel strength. "You feelâ" his voice is wrecked, "âincredible. So tight around me." The wet sounds of your bodies meeting fill the air, obscene and raw, and you're whimpering against his neck: "Casâoh god, Casâ" His grip on your ass tightens, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he uses his strength to slam you down onto him while thrusting up. The combination has you CRYING OUT, your voice breaking: "Too muchâit's too muchâ" "You can take it. Your body was made for thisâmade for me." His usual composure is completely SHATTERED, replaced by this feral need as he fucks you harder. You're moaning uncontrollably, the sounds spilling from your lips without permission, your whole body trembling from the intensity. The friction, the fullness, the way he hits so DEEPâit's overwhelming. "I can feel you getting close. Let me feel you come apart." His voice is commanding and desperate at once. You're sobbing against his shoulder, pleasure building to an unbearable peak: "Cas, pleaseâI needâ" "I know what you need." He adjusts his angle and you SCREAM, coming so hard you see stars, your body clenching around him rhythmically. He groans your name, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate, and suddenly his hands leave your ass to grip your waist TIGHT, possessively pulling you impossibly closer. He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling against your skin, and you feel his lips moving against your throatâhe's PRAYING, broken fragments spilling out in a wrecked voice: "PleaseâFather, pleaseâI can'tâ" His hips stutter, the feral angel intensity cracking into something raw and vulnerable as the prayer dissolves into desperate whispers: "Mineâyou're mineâblessedâso perfectâplease, please, Iâ" His voice breaks completely against your throat, spiritual and physical overwhelm colliding as he follows you over the edge, still gripping your waist like he'll never let go, his whole body shuddering as he spills inside you with a broken groan muffled against your neck, your name and fragments of Enochian prayers tangled together on his lips.
Could you make a smut story of Sam winchester? Preferably younger Sam but if not that's alright, where he finds reader in dozens of playboy magazines, established relationship maybe- go crazy. *:-)
(It doesn't have to be smut if you don't feel like writing it)
Bunny Ears
àŒ.° summary Sam helps you move into your new apartment and accidentally finds your old Playboy magazines. Seeing his girlfriend dressed in nothing but bunny lingerie, sucking cream off her fingers, turns your usually sweet boyfriend instantly feral.
àŒ.° warnings smut, dirty talk, slight dom!Sam, hand over mouth, possessive Sam, light choking vibes, lingerie kink, very filthy talk, creampie.
a/n: tysm for the request!! Rlly hope u like it bc this was so fun to write!! <3
The last box thudded onto the living-room floor of your new apartment, and Sam straightened up with a groan, wiping sweat from his forehead with the hem of his t-shirt. His arms were corded from hauling your shit down from your momâs attic all afternoon, but he was grinning that boyish, proud grin that always made your chest feel too tight.
âDone,â he announced, dusting his hands. âYouâre officially out of that house and into big-girl territory.â
You laughed, shoving a cold water bottle into his chest. âCouldnât have done it without my favorite pack mule. Iâm gonna run and grab sandwiches before the deli closes. You want the usual?â
âExtra pickles,â he said automatically, flopping onto your second-hand couch like he already lived there. âAnd chips. I earned it.â
You rolled your eyes fondly and left, keys jingling.
Sam meant to sit still. He really did. But five minutes of staring at the ceiling turned into boredom, which turned into âIâll just organize a couple boxes for her.â He knelt by the one marked ATTIC â MISC and popped the flaps open.
Magazines. All Playboy.
He blinked, puzzled. Why the hell would you have a box ofâ
His thumb brushed a page corner. The corner was dog-eared, the paper slightly worn, like it had been handled a lot. Heart thumping, Sam opened the top one.
And nearly dropped it.
There you wereâon glossy paper, wearing nothing but black bunny lingerie, the satin corset pushing your breasts up, little white tail on your ass, matching ears perched on your head. You were holding a cherry pie, smiling that same smile you gave him every day, but this one was pure sin. On the next spread your index finger was coated in thick white cream and you were licking it off slowly, lips wrapped around your knuckle, eyes half-lidded like you were imagining something much filthier than pie.
Samâs cock stiffened so fast it hurt.
He flipped another page. Different issue. Same bunny set, but this time you were on your knees, cream smeared across your tits, finger deep in your mouth, sucking with hollowed cheeks. The look on your faceâJesus Christ.
He was painfully hard, breathing ragged, when the front door clicked open.
âBabe, Iâm home,â you called cheerfully, kicking the door shut with your foot, paper bags in both arms. âThey had that spicy mustard youâSam?â
Heâd slammed the magazine shut and shoved it behind his back, but his face was flushed, pupils blown, and there was no hiding the very obvious bulge straining against his jeans.
You set the bags on the counter, tilting your head. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â he croaked, voice cracking like he was fourteen again.
You raised an eyebrow, walked over, and plucked the magazine from his hiding spot before he could stop you. Recognition flickered across your face, followed by a small, unbothered chuckle.
âAh. Found my retirement fund.â
Sam stared. âYou⊠posed for Playboy?â
âNeeded money for textbooks and rent last year,â you said casually, flipping through the pages like you were checking a grocery list. âPaid really well. The frosting thing was the photographerâs idea. Messy, but whatever.â You glanced at the tent in his jeans, then back up at his face, smirking. âYou okay there, Sammy?â
He swallowed hard. âIâyeah. Just⊠surprised. You look⊠fuck.â
You laughed softly, the sound warm and a little wicked. âYouâre cute when youâre speechless.â
The rest of the evening passed in a haze of sandwiches and questions. Sam couldnât stop. How many shoots? Did they touch you? Were you nervous? Did you keep the bunny ears? You answered every single one with easy laughter, watching his cheeks stay pink and his cock stay hard.
Eventually the food was gone, the sun was long down, and Sam stayedâbecause of course he stayed. You were both unpacking in the dim lamplight, clothes and books scattered everywhere. Sam was mid-ramble about the LSAT, how heâd crushed the entrance exam, how Stanford felt real now, when you pulled something soft and black from a box.
âOh my god, I still have it,â you said, holding up the lingerie setâcorset, thong, garters, and the stupid little bunny ears. You grinned at him. âWanna see if it still fits?â
Samâs mouth went dry. He sat up straight on the floor so fast his back cracked. âIâuhâyeah. If you want. No pressure. But also yes.â
You disappeared into the bathroom. Sam sat there trying not to hyperventilate, palming himself once through his jeans just to take the edge off. It didnât help.
The door opened.
Holy fuck.
The corset hugged you like it had been poured onâyour tits spilling over the top, waist cinched, black satin gleaming. The thong disappeared between your cheeks, white bunny tail sitting right above them. Ears perched on your head. You did a slow turn, looking over your shoulder at him.
âHow do I look, Sammy?â
Sam made a broken noise. His hands flexed on his thighs. âYou look⊠obscene. Like every wet dream Iâve never admitted to having. Jesus Christ, come here.â
You stepped closer until you were standing between his spread knees. He reached up, reverent, and ran his palms up the back of your thighs, under the corset, squeezing your ass.
âYou wore this for strangers,â he muttered, talking more to himself than to you, voice low and rough. âSmiling pretty while they jerked off to you...â
He yanked you down into his lap. You straddled him, gasping when you felt how hard he was. Samâs mouth crashed into yoursâmessy, desperate, all teeth and tongue. His big hands roamed, squeezing your tits until they bulged out of the corset, thumbs flicking your nipples through the satin.
âBeen hard for hours,â he growled against your mouth. âEver since I saw you sucking that fucking cream off your finger. You have any idea what you do to me?â
You whimpered, grinding down on the thick ridge of his cock. Samâs hand shot up, clamping firmly over your mouth.
âShh. Quiet, baby. These walls are thin and Iâm not explaining to your new neighbors why you're screaming my name.â His other hand shoved the thong aside, fingers sliding through your slick folds. âSo fucking wet already. You get off on me seeing you like this? My dirty little centerfold?â
You nodded frantically against his palm, moaning into it as two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning. Sam pumped them deep, curling, thumb circling your clit while he whispered filth right against your ear.
âGonna fuck you in this outfit. Gonna bend you over and watch that little bunny tail bounce while I wreck this pussy. You wore it for moneyânow youâre gonna wear it for me. Gonna fill you up until youâre dripping down your thighs, then make you lick my cock clean like you licked that pie.â
You cried out, muffled by his hand, hips rocking desperately. Sam pulled his fingers free, shoved his jeans down just enough, and lined up his thick cock. He thrust in hardâone brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt.
âFuckâtightâperfect,â he groaned, biting your shoulder. His hand stayed over your mouth as he fucked up into you, deep and filthy, the slap of skin loud in the quiet apartment. âThatâs it. Take it. Take every inch like the slutty little model you are.â
Your eyes rolled back, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your cheeks. Samâs rhythm turned punishing, hips snapping, cock dragging against that spot inside you that made you shake.
âGonna come in this pretty cunt,â he panted, voice wrecked. âMark you up so every time you look at these pictures you remember who you really belong to now.â
You came hard, screaming into his palm, pussy clenching around him. Sam followed right after with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding you with hot, thick pulses.
He didnât pull out for a long time. Just held you there in the ruined bunny lingerie, breathing hard against your neck, thumb stroking your cheek.
âBest moving day ever,â he whispered.
You laughed breathlessly behind his hand.
Sam smiled against your skin. âWeâre keeping the ears.â
a/n againn: also, i already wrote something pretty similar for dean, in headcanons!! If u would like to read it just click here
