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Let Me In - Eddie Munson X Virgin!Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary - Yours and Eddie's first time together

Warnings - Strong Language / Corruption kink (?) / Mentions of Breeding / Oral (F Receiving) / Fingering / Mentions of Spitting / Praise Kink / Protected Sex / Choking / Riding / Multiple Orgasms

Word Count - 3k

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#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #virgin!reader

wonderlanderings

Patron Saint of hellfire | Eddie Munson x reader

stranger things masterlist / inbox

summary: Eddie treats you like you're the only virtue worth holding, but it's his vices you're trying to bring to light

word count: 3.1k

tags / content warnings: basically porn with minimal plot, I swear I tried to synonymise more but then i gave up, again, i cannot reiterate how little plot this has, it's just me being self indulgent

a/n: the grammer checker keeps saying my writing lacks clarity but i'm done trying to fix it

#this needs to go in a museum #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things smut

sacr1ficialang3l

✞︎Did you feel that close to God when you had me on my knees?✞︎

SAM WINCHESTER X READER

SUMMARY: Sam, Dean, and reader are working a case in Nebraska. But when reader sees her boyfriend in that priest outfit, things get a little wild. 4.0k

WARNINGS: smut (MDNI). oral m receiving. blasphemy (lots, please don't read if you're extremely religious or if you don't like things like this). mentions of religious trauma (Catholic guilt folks unite). priest kink (?). the word father is said multiple times but this is not daddy kink.

NOTES: extremely self-indulgent. I feel like there's not enough religious trauma readers. this doesn't focus on that anyway. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! this is also my first time writing straight smut, so pls be nice. Enjoy<3

You are trying to act normal, you swear.

It was a quite simple case, a ghost had been hunting down people in a small town in Nebraska. The only connection in between all the victims was that they all attended the same church, which only meant one thing.

Priest outfits.

Sam was standing there before you, hair carefully styled, black suit jacket over his broad shoulders and black pants making him look taller than he already was. But the most important part, the one that made your breath hitch and thighs press together. The clerical collar.

There was something about it, something sinful about the white stripe of fabric against Sam’s tanned skin. You always thought your boyfriend was hot, but watching him carefully talking with the families of the victims, watching people calling him father. Watching him in that church, bible in hand, a cross looming over you as it rests in the wall behind you, it was driving you insane.

Your relationship with religion wasn’t the best, that was obvious, but you had never expected for all that guilt and trauma to transform into… this.

But here you are, sitting on a church bench, watching as Sam and Dean talk to the Pastor. You had refused to put on the nun costume Dean had gotten you. (You were sure he bought it at a sex shop. You went to catholic school, nun’s attires didn’t show that much cleavage. Or any cleavage at all.) Therefore, they had decided you were going to be just a new girl in town. A good christian girl.

You were dressed up in a flowy, lacy white dress. It was delicate, and sweet, and pure. You had added some frilly socks and a pair of mary janes. Your hair was wavy and long, falling over your eyes as you looked down at your hands when Sam was handed the communion wafers. There was a dainty chain around your neck, the silver crucifix almost burning where it touched your chest.

You feel a sense of disappointment when the pastor asks for the communal hosts back. You kind of wished he had made Sam direct the Eucharist. You imagined yourself, walking to the altar to receive communion like a good girl, kneeling in front of Sam. You imagined blinking your big eyes up at him, parting your pouty lips softly, letting him place the host in your tongue. Maybe his fingers would brush against your lips, maybe he’d let his thumb press down on your tongue, making sure you’re receiving The Body of Christ correctly.

You look up quickly when the pastor announces in a loud voice that Mass would start soon. He invites anyone who wants to confess to do it now, so they can be ready for the Eucharist. The pastor looks down at you, having noticed how his sudden words echoing all around the church had startled you. Your hands were folded as they rested on your lap, and your eyes were so focused on the floor under your feet that they looked closed. He thought you were praying. He smiles at you with kindness, almost as if admiring how you were nothing but a sweet little lamb, so devoted to your faith and so easily frightened.

Oh, if he only knew.

Before the shame and something else you refused to name wash down your spine, someone stands up behind you. The lady, her shoulders hunched and her eyes red, walks directly into the confessional. You and Sam seem to realize at the exact same time who she is. The widowed wife of one of the victims. You watch as your boyfriend quickly walks into the confessional, his big frame squeezing into the priest's compartment.

The door quickly closes, but not before you can admire Sam’s face, beautiful as ever, being covered by geometric lines that criss-cross his face, the shadows created by the small window in the wooden panel that separates him from the woman.

Dean comes over to you to give you a quick rundown on all the information they had gathered. Which is to say, not much. You had to admit that Dean also looked good in the costume, but not as good as Sam. But to be fair, you were a little biased. The older Winchester tells you about how he met one of the victims’ daughter, a young woman that was very distressed and asked him if he would want to come pray with her at her house.

You throw Dean a look of disbelief.

“Seriously, Dean? The mourning daughter?”

“We’re just going to pray! You know, a little guided spirituality to heal the heart.”

“Recite one prayer you know, right now.”

Silence. Utter and definitive silence.

You sigh, rolling your eyes as Dean gives you a wink and leaves the church, that classic mischievous smirk on his face.

How does he always get so lucky?

Your thoughts are interrupted when the woman in the confessional quickly walks out of her compartment, but the other door stays closed.

An idea crosses your mind, but it is crazy. It is insane, and dangerous, and sacrilegious.

It takes you about five seconds to get up and walk into the confessional.

“Hello, father.” You whisper, hands balled into fists in your lap.

Sam says your name, confused. “What are you doing?”

You take the courage to turn to him, and you end up breathless. It was quite stuffy inside the confessional, the smell of wood and velvet from the curtains overbearing. It reminds you of Sunday Mass, and Catholic school, and it makes heat pool in your stomach. You can barely see his face through the dumb window, but for what you could see, this was going to stay engraved in your mind forever.

“I’m here to confess, Father.” Your voice is soft and innocent, but there was a slight smirk on your face that made Sam blink quickly, looking completely lost.

“What-”

You don’t let him finish. “The pastor said to confess before Mass, and I’m just following his orders like a good girl.”

That makes Sam choke on his next breath. He looks at you through the grille, but there is something creeping in around his eyes. Lust.

If I wasn’t going to hell before, I am now.

Sam says your name again, but this time there is a strain on his voice.

“Y-you come to confess?” You could tell he was trying to follow your lead, to play the role you so desperately wanted him to, and in between all the desire, you feel a wave of love for your boyfriend hit you.

Hell, you were going to kiss him so hard after this.

“Yes, Father.” You whisper, eyes low and focused on your hands. Your voice was small, pure. You were just playing the role Sam and Dean assigned you, after all. “I’ve been bad, Father. I need to be redeemed.”

“I am sure I can help with that.” Sam’s voice still sounds slightly strained, but there was something different. It was the same voice he used when talking to the victim’s families or when he was forced to greet the morning Mass earlier today. Calm, velvety, but with a hint of authority. Of power.

“I am here to help you find peace,...” He almost says your name, but quickly corrects himself. “Tell me about your sins, and I will guide you in how to repent."

You press your thighs together, biting your lip in the darkness of the confessional. You still don’t face Sam, but you can feel his eyes on you.

“I- I’ve been having sinful thoughts, Father.” You whisper, voice wavery and full of shame. Damn, maybe you should’ve been an actress.

You hear Sam swallow harshly in the quiet, small box you were both in. No sounds were filtering in, which made you wonder if they would filter out.

“So you’ve been a bad girl, hm?” His voice is so deep, so rumbling. You were sure your panties were already soaked through. “You look so innocent, though.” Sam sounds almost disappointed, and it makes you squirm. “Tell me about them, you little lamb.”

“I’ve been possessed by lust, Father.” You confess, and you have to bite back a smirk when Sam lets out a shaky breath. “I just- there’s this guy, and we’re dating. He’s tall and big and handsome.”

“Sounds like quite the catch.” You can hear Sam’s smile in his words, and it makes you smile too.

“He is, yeah.” You giggle, but quickly get back into your role. It wasn’t every day that you got an opportunity like this, and you were going to take it. “But when I look at him, father. I just- I feel… things.”

“What kind of things, little lamb?” He asks, back in his priest voice.

“I- I want him to do things to me, Father. Things I shouldn’t want. Things that are not of God.” You murmur, thighs pressing together with more strength.

Sam stays quiet for just a second, breathing heaving. Maybe you weren’t the only one into this.

“That’s- that’s bad, little lamb.” He declares, when he finally gets a grasp on himself again. “Remember, you must confess everything to get redemption in the eyes of the lord.”

“I- I’ve done things too.” You confess in a small voice. “I’ve touched myself, Father. I just get so… so-” Your cross your legs, the ache on your lower half almost unbearable. “So wet and hot and I just… I fall into temptation.”

Sam’s breath is ragged by now, and you can’t really see his face, but you know what he must look like.

“You’re quite the naughty one, aren't you?” He murmurs, voice hoarse. He leans closer to the grille, his voice almost in your ear.

You lick your lips slowly, nodding even if he can’t see you.

“Yes, Father. Please, help me to be pure again.” Your hand moves from where it was gripping your own thigh and starts to run along the outline of the window that separated you from sam. This one was quite big, it went from over the top of your heads until a few inches away from the ground. It was enough. “I will do anything to be holy again.”

You had learned a thing or two in catholic school, and… you found it. The lock that kept the grille closed, but that could be opened when the priest and the penitent wanted to “talk face to face.” You think the situation is deserving

“Will you, now?” Sam, who was often collected and calm, always in control of his impulses, sounded wrecked. “Your sins are grave, little lamb.” He murmurs. “But lucky for you, the Lord wants me to be merciful to you.”

You swallow harshly, hands wrapping around the lock of the grille. You wanted Sam, you needed him. You had never felt hornier in your whole life.

“Please, Father.” Your voice is almost unrecognizable, whiny and pleasing. “Save me from sin, please.”

“Fuck.” You hear him mutter under his breath.

I just made a man of the lord swear.

Obviously, you knew Sam wasn’t really a man of God, and he swore like a trucker, but all your mind could think of was the clerical collar around his neck.

“If you want me to purify you, you’re going to have to follow my every word. You’re going to let me do what I need to do for this cleansing, do you understand, little lamb?”

That was the last straw.

You quickly unlock the window and pull it until it hits the door of your compartment.

There he was, Sam with his hair slicked back, a few rebellious strands falling into his eyes. He was sitting in the little bench of the confessional, eyes a little wild and breath heavy.

And a big bulge in his pants.

As soon as the grille hits the door of the confessional, Sam stands up, his head almost hitting the top of the cramped wood box you two were in.

“What the fuck?”

Before he can say anything else, you kneel down, still on your side of the confessional. Your knees hit the few inches of wood that still separated the two of you, but didn’t mind. And finally, you were there, surrounded by the smell of wood, velvet, and Sam.

You look up at him through your lashes, eyes big and innocent. Your hands were carefully placed on your lap and your thighs pressed together where they were visible, your little white dress riling up your legs, the lace border contrasting against the dark flooring of the confessional.

“I’ll do whatever it takes, Father.” You lick your lips slowly, mastering the look of naivety and fear in your eyes. “Purify me.”

“This is blasphemy.” Sam chokes out, but he still takes a step closer to you, standing right at the edge too. Like this, your face is right in front of his crotch. Your mouth waters.

“Since your sins are so… deeply rooted,” His hand reaches down to you, but he doesn't touch you. His hand hovers over the top of your head, down to your cheek. “I will have to use some unconventional methods.”

His hand brushes your neck, and you think he was going to brush your hair behind your shoulder, maybe even grip your chin and make you look at him.

Instead, Sam hooks a finger on the cross necklace around your neck and pulls you closer.

You don't recognize the sound that comes out of your mouth. The back of the chain digs into the soft skin of your neck, and when he lets go of the necklace, the cross falls back against the skin of your collarbones.

“You know what you have to do, don’t you?” he says gently, slightly condescending. His hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over your lower lip.

You nod, almost in a trance, and your lips part slightly. San presses his thumb inside your mouth, and you immediately wrap your lips around him. You suck softly on his finger, eyes never leaving his.

“Jesus, you were made for this.” He breathes out, thumb pressing down on your tongue.

He moves his hand away, and with a little whine, you lean forward until your face is pressed to his clothed cock.

This was all your idea, and you had loved to watch as Sam’s control slipped as you talked dirty. But right now, you couldn’t come up with anything to say. The hard wood pressing against your knees, the cross burning around your neck, Sam’s words, it was too much. You were getting hazy, and all you could think of was your boyfriend.

You open your mouth and press your tongue over Sam’s bulge over his pants. He hisses, still looking down at you. Almost desperately, you reach out and unbuckle his belt. You pull the clothing piece low enough that you had access to his aching cock, covered by his boxers and big.

You mouth at him over the fabric, little kitten licks over the bulge, soaking the fabric with spit.

“Come on, little lamb.” He murmurs, voice strained and breathy. “Show me how penitent you are.”

You pull down the fabric of his boxers until his cock sprang free. It curved up against his stomach, a little dark and huge.

Spit pools in your mouth at the sight. It didn’t matter how many times you saw your boyfriend’s dick, it was a religious experience every time.

Especially this time.

A whiny little sound comes out of the back of your throat, and you immediately lean forward.

You lick up the shaft, from the base to the tip. You savor every vein under your tongue, relish on the little choked gasp Sam makes. You continue to give kitten licks all over his cock, almost reverently.

“Yeah, just like that.” Sam whispers under his breath, and you finally wrap your lips around his tip, bulbous and angry red. His head drops back and it hits the wall of the confessional with a loud bang. “Good girl.”

You whimper around Sam, the vibrations making him moan as low as he can, not wanting to get caught. You suck on the tip gently, tongue sliding over the slit, tasting his precum in your tongue.

You moan again at the taste. You loved it.

Slowly, you move your head down, taking more and more of him as you go. Sam moves one hand into your hair, not pushing down but pulling at the roots gently. You suck a little harder, tongue pressing against a particularly pronounced vein. He pulls harder, so hard it makes you move one hand from where it rested on your knee to press it against your pussy.

Soon, you’ve taken all of Sam. He was nestled against the back of your throat, your lips stretched and puffy. You stay still for just a second, giving you throat time to accommodate as it contracts around his length. Sam’s chest rises and falls quickly, his eyes shutting close for just a second before his eyes return to you.

“You’re sinful.” He chokes out, pulling on your hair, trying to get you to move.

And you do. You move your head back until only the tip is in between your lips, and then sink back down.

Your knees ache from where they press against the hard, cold wood. They will probably bruise, and you couldn’t wait for it. Sam continues to suppress moans and groans as you continue to move your head. You don’t use your hands, you let your mouth do all the work.

You swallow around Sam when he hits particularly deep inside your mouth, and it has him whimpering. Oh, you need to hear that again.

You lean back, catching your breath for a moment. Sam fists his cock and rubs it on your lips, leaving them glistening with your own spit and his precum.

“Am I doing it right, Father?” You have half the mind to continue your little roleplay, and it is worthy when Sam’s eyes shut down and his fist tightens around himself.

“Fuck. Yes, darling. You’re perfect. So good for me, so… devoted.”

You lean forward again, swallowing him down. This time, he uses the grasp on you hair to hold you still and starts to fuck your mouth.

He couldn't move much in the small space of the confessional, but his hips piston as his cock hits the back of your throat again, and again, and again.

Your hand presses down into your pussy harder, a wet patch staining your panties where you were soaked through. You press on your clit as Sam’s thrusts quicken.

“Fuck, yeah. So good for me, such a good girl.” He was clearly close, his glassy eyes focused on you, his voice wrecked as he babbled a little. “So- mmph, so desperate to be pure, to be good.”

As Sam approaches his orgasm, you double down on your efforts. You circle him with your tongue, contract the walls of your throat around him, let your moans vibrate through him every time you press your hand a little harder against yourself.

“Come on, Father.” You say, leaning back until your lips brushed his tip with every word. “Let me please you. Give it to me.”

Sam’s grip on your hair tightens when you sink back down on him. His thrusts become sloppy and discoordinated. He was a whimpering, groaning mess.

Finally, with one last thrust that left him settled deep in your throat, Sam comes with a shudder. His shoulders shake, and his head drops back, leaving you with a very clear sight of the clerical collar still around his neck, white fabric against flushed and sweaty skin.

The image makes you shiver as your fingers press more firmly against your clit, drawing desperate circles over the fabric of your panties. When the first rope of cum hits your tongue, you feel your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Your loud moan is only silenced by the cock still in your mouth, but it causes Sam to shake with overstimulation.

“Swallow.” He demands, and wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.

You stay there, suckling on his softening length as he comes, almost moaning at the glorious taste of your boyfriend. Your head is hazy with the situation and your own orgasm, and Sam has to practically peel you away from him. You whine as he slips out of your mouth, the last bit of cum landing over your lips.

“Sorry, pretty girl, but I need a break.” Sam says gently, with his normal voice.

You look up at him, still kneeling down in the confessional. His breathing was already ragged, but his chest hitches at the sight of you.

Your eyes were glossy and wide, cheeks flushed, and lips puffy, glistening with spit and his cum. You swallow whatever was in your mouth and slowly lick your lips, tongue swiping up all of his release. He groans, head dropping forward.

“You’ll be the death of me, you little vixen.” He rubs a hand over his face, and you struggle to stand up. Your legs were shaky from your orgasm and your knees were sore from kneeling.

You had never felt better.

Sam quickly notices you struggling and grabs your waist, helping you stand up and holding you carefully against his chest.

“I can't believe I got you to do that.” You whisper, biting your lip as a sense of embarrassment and adrenaline washed down your back at what you had done.

Sam snorts. “I can’t believe it either.” He huffs, looking at you with that warmth and sweetness you loved so much. His hair was even messier now and his lips were raw from biting back sounds.

Your hand moves up to fidget with his collar, fingers brushing against his skin, and you feel yourself getting worked up again.

“Don’t even think about it, you insatiable little thing.” Sam’s hand wraps around yours and pulls it away. You look at him and pout, which only makes him laugh and press a peck to your lips. “Who would’ve guessed you were so freaky.”

Sam’s teasing makes you blush furiously, and you take a step back from him. It is his time to pout, but he is way too big to be able to reach past the little window opening. You giggle at his dejected face, and after fixing your hair and dress, and making sure there wasn't spit or cum on your chin, you lean over to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Dean is ‘interviewing’ one of the victims’ daughters.” You inform him, pressing your hands to your cheeks to try and dissipate the blush.

“Is that what kids are calling it nowadays?” Sam jokes, crossing his arms. It made his chest look even bigger, and you need to physically restrain yourself from leaning in and taking a bite off his bicep.

“Apparently.” You shake your head. “You need to wait until Mass ends and then meet us at the motel. If Dean is back by then, we’ll debrief all the information we’ve got.” You lean forward once again, squeezing past the little opening until your nose brushes Sam’s. “If he’s not back yet, then I will be waiting for you in our room.” You press another kiss to his lips, this time a little more lingering. “Make sure to bring the priest outfit with you.”

Before Sam can even say anything, you grab the grille and close it again. You make sure to lock it, and walk out of the confessionary as quietly and carefully as you can when your legs are still a little shaky. You slip out the small wooden box, not before hearing Sam’s almost pained groan.

Thankfully, everyone was still focused on Mass, so no one paid attention to you. You slip out of the church and walk back to the motel, still in disbelief that you and Sam got away with something like that.

The next day, when the pastor asks you why your knees are bruised badly, you can’t help but smirk as Sam blushes behind him.

“Just prayed a little too hard, sir.”

NOTES: I can't tell if this is terrible or not. Here it is anyways.

#im going to hell #supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester smut #sam winchester imagine #spn #spn smut

somethingxy-deactivated20260404

Deans Hugs language:

Come here, I want you in my arms

You look okay, but i need to hold you close, pressed to my chest

I love you, you are mine to hold whenever i want you

Please be okay for me

Your arms is my happy place

radioactiveparker

I love that, even though Sam is taller, Dean still hugs with his arms over rather than under.

Sammy's still his little brother 🥹

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam and dean #the winchester brothers #spnfandom #spn

sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth

Cursed (Sam Winchester x female reader)

Sam and you are struck by a sex curse. That’s it. That’s the summary.

Read it on AO3

My 2024 Kinktober series

Rated E. 1.2k words. Sex curse. Marathon sex. Everyone needs to hydrate after this.

“Oh God,” you gasp, as Sam enters you again.

#fuck 🥵#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #supernatural #spn smut #spn

holdinggrudges

oxytocin

pairing: sam winchester x reader

content: EXPLICIT 18+, porn without plot, genuinely there is no plot, fem!reader, established relationship, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, edging, dom/sub dynamics like..a little bit, soft dom sam, size kink but also only a little bit, no use of y/n

word count: 2.3k

summary: Sam has a thing about control. So when the pieces don’t quite fall into place—when a hunt goes a little sideways, for example—Sam can get a little…twitchy. Antsy, irritable. What you’ve learned, though, is that it’s all too easy to give him back that control. To let him take it from you.

notes: i thought this was finished two days ago and then ended up writing, like, a thousand more words. whoops. anyways uhhh...i've never written anything quite like this before (this is my first ever legit pwp lmao) so uhh if it sucks don't tell me i'll cry

crossposted on ao3

#sam winchester #sam winchester smut #sam winchester x reader #supernatural

ambiguous-avery

Read for Me

Sam Winchester x fem!Reader/You | WC: 3408

Summary: Researching with Sam was always a treat. Unlike most hunters who did it simply as a means to an end, Sam always seemed to genuinely enjoy having a nose in the books. He was a kindred spirit in that way. Maybe that’s what made you fall for him. Turns out, he’s felt the same way about you. Who said researching couldn’t be fun?

Tags/Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI, no use of Y/N, she/her pronouns, femme nicknames (baby, pretty girl), reader is AFAB, oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V sex (remember to be safe, friends), spanking, PWP (Plot? What plot?), no beta we die like men

A/N: I may be a Dean girlie through and through, but I’d have to be absolutely blind to not appreciate how damn good Sam looks. I’m a sucker for guys with longer hair. I’ve never written for Sam, and I don’t feel like I have as solid of a grasp on his character. But hey, we all gotta start somewhere yeah? I am apparently incapable of writing a short smut piece. Also in my head, Sam is a kinky fucker, and no I will not hear otherwise.

It had been far too long since you sat in the library of the bunker, nose-deep into a lore book. The last several months had seen you taking hunts all across the west coast with little to no reprieve in between jobs. Such was the life, though. There was always something else to hunt. Always someone else to save. Always some threat that needed to be put down. It was a hectic way to live, but you couldn’t deny that it was fulfilling. You helped people. And that would always make it worth it.

But that only made the quiet moments that much more precious.

The Winchester’s bunker was hardly home, but any hunter worth their salt would be hard pressed to find a library of this caliber. You may have been a decent hunter in the field, but texts and manuscripts were where you really shone. Sam and Dean had answered your call for help on hunts before, and you had done the same on occasion. There had always been a hint of something between you and Sam from the beginning, but neither of you acted on it. The life of a hunter wasn’t one that afforded either of you the luxury of getting attached to any one person. So the two of you simply existed in the orbit of the other, occasionally passing close but never touching. Never breaking that physical barrier.

But the both of you could appreciate being around the other without the need to directly interact. Which is why you were sat across the table from Sam in the bunker library, each of you engrossed in your own book. You peeked over the top of the pages, sneaking a glimpse of him in his zone. He had no right looking as handsome as he was. The way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. The way his lips moved silently as he read. It was all too captivating. You quickly averted your eyes back to your own book, cheeks flushing with a warmth that had nothing to do with the bunker's heating system.

A creak of the chair across from you broke through your focus, and you looked up to see Sam closing his book. His hazel eyes met yours, and there was a flicker of something unnamable that passed between you. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to the bookshelves, running his fingers over the spines of the ancient tomes as he searched for a specific volume. You watched him move with a quiet grace, admiring the way his muscles shifted beneath his flannel shirt. Sam finally pulled out a thick, leather-bound book and made his way back to the table, sitting across from you again. You went back to focusing on your book.

Sam glanced up from the tome in front of him, catching a peek of you engrossed in the text. A soft smile played on his lips as he let himself admire from afar. No one read like you did. The way your eyebrows rose and fell when you read something new. There was always a glint in your eye when you stumbled upon a particularly interesting passage, and Sam couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through his chest. When you turned the page and chewed on your lip, Sam made the executive decision that he was done with the unspoken connection.

He cleared his throat, his breath briefly catching when you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Can I be honest with you for a moment?” he asked slowly, steeling his nerves. You set your book down, your heart racing at the vulnerability in Sam’s gaze. His question lingered in the air, heavy with unvoiced feelings that danced between you.

“Of course,” you nodded, urging him to continue. There was a flicker of uncertainty in his expression before he took a deep breath.

“I… I know that we’ve kept each other at arm’s length. For good reason,” he started, his eyes never leaving yours. “But every time we’re in the same room, it’s like there’s something unspoken between us. Am I reading that right, or am I completely off?”

You took a steadying breath, tension crackling between the two of you. You simultaneously wanted to thank whatever god might have been watching over you and punch them for encouraging Sam to drag the truth out into the open. You had been content letting whatever there was between you and Sam just sit in the dark, never touching on what it could be. But here it was. Brought into the light at last, waiting to be explored. You swallowed.

“You’re not completely off,” you admitted softly, feeling a rush of both fear and exhilaration at finally acknowledging the undercurrent of something more than had been threatening to pull you under. “There’s always been something, hasn’t there?”

Sam let out a long, slow exhale, relief evident in his eyes as he nodded in agreement.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice just barely above a whisper as if the moment would shatter to pieces if he spoke too loud. “I’ve tried to ignore it. Thought it would just fizzle out over time. But it didn’t. And it’s not just me, is it?” he continued, standing from his seat and moving around the table to your side. He reached out tentatively, his fingers grazing yours on the table. “I don’t want to ignore it anymore,” Sam confessed. You intertwined your fingers with his, a rush of raw desire and emotion breaking free from behind the dam you had built up.

“I don’t want to ignore it either.” You looked up at him.

Sam dipped down and pressed his lips against yours in a long-overdue kiss. It was soft and gentle, a tender exploration of something that was simultaneously both familiar and foreign. But as you both grew bolder, the kiss deepened with a fervor that threatened to overtake you all at once. Sam’s free hand came up to cup your cheek, and his tongue swiped at your lower lip. You responded eagerly, parting your lips as his tongue slid against yours. The library melted around you, only leaving the sensation of Sam’s warm touch and the taste of desire on your lips.

When you broke apart, both of you were breathless and flushed with a newfound desire that coursed through your veins. Sam rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he found instead was a mirrored reflection of the same yearning that burned within him.

“I’ve wanted to do that for longer than I care to admit,” he confessed. You smiled softly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair away from his face.

“Me too,” you replied, abandoning the book in your hand entirely and twisting in your chair to face him better. You pressed another soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t suppose there’s anything else you’ve wanted to do for a long while, hm?”

The playfulness in Sam’s eyes winked out and was replaced by a smoldering intensity that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that hadn’t been there before. His hand left yours and instead, he tangled his fingers through your hair, carding them through the strands.

“There might have been one or two other things...” he mumbled against your lips. He straightened up, pulling you out of your chair with him. “Up on the table.”

“Wait, here?” You spoke in a hushed tone, even though you knew that you were the only two in the bunker. Dean had left who knew how long ago, grumbling something about the ‘nerd convention’ being in town. You hadn’t caught the full extent of the conversation, mainly because Sam and his brother could converse with glances alone, and you had given up trying to figure it out forever ago.

“Yeah, here,” Sam confirmed, his voice low and husky with desire. The thrill of it all coursed through you, charging the atmosphere between you further. You didn’t hesitate as he helped you up onto the sturdy wooden table, unceremoniously pushing books and papers aside to make room for you.

Sam stepped between your legs, his hands coming to rest on your waist as his lips found yours once more. It was fervent and needy and full of the promise of more. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath his shirt. His lips seared yours, branding you with the heat of his passion and desire. Your lips parted with a quiet moan as his lips trailed down your jawline, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your neck. Your head fell back in a silent invitation, willing to give him access to every inch of your skin. He took it, backing off just long enough to yank your shirt up and unclasping your bra with practiced ease. Although, he couldn’t even be bothered to fully remove anything, just shoving your shirt and bra out of the way as he sucked and nipped at a spot just beneath your collarbone.

And his hands – God his hands. One kept a hold on your shirt and bra, keeping them out of his way as he teased a nipple between his teeth. The other ran up your back, grabbed a handful of the hair just above the nape of your neck, and pulled, still bracing his arm against you to serve as counterpressure. You arched into his touch, your hips pressing against him in a silent pleas for more of his attention. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of you as though he was making up for lost time and memorizing your shape with his fingers alone. Each kiss was slow and deliberate as he took you apart piece by piece. His fingers trailed their way down your sides, grazing your hips and sending a shiver through you. When he finally moved to trail kisses back to your lips, you met him halfway, pulling him closer until you felt the length of him press against your center.

“Fuck, I want you,” you breathed against his ear, voice breathless with need. Sam paused, lifting his head so he could meet your gaze.

“I want you too,” he echoed back to you. “But I don’t know that I want to make it that easy for you.” Your breath hitched at his words, heart pounding in your chest as need swept through you, pooling at your core. The thought that Sam could very well leave you like this, wanting and waiting and so fucking turned on was simultaneously terrifying and thrilling. The playful smirk that crept onto his face told you everything you needed to know; he wouldn’t leave you like this, but he was certainly going to drag it out.

He tugged at the button of your jeans, and there was no elegance in the way he helped you shimmy out of them and your panties. The surface of the library table was cool against your skin, and just when you thought that Sam couldn’t possibly be any sexier than he already way, he sank to his knees. Watching a man as physically imposing as him drop to his knees before you was a sight that needed to be imprinted on the back of your eyelids so you could see it again and again and again. His hands were steady on your hips as he tugged you to the edge of the table, his eyes only leaving yours when he pressed a kiss to your knee. The heat of his breath ghosted across your skin as he kissed and licked his way up the inside of one thigh. Then, avoiding the spot where you wanted him most, he sucked a bruise on your other thigh, trailing kisses back down until he was at your other knee. You reached down, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and urging him on.

“Beg when you’ve had enough,” was your only warning before his mouth was on you, tongue stroking along your folds and fingers digging into your thighs to hold you at his mercy. You whimpered and whined and moaned. Every gasp and sigh and plea only fueled him more, and when he sank two fingers into your wet heat, your back arched and you cried out his name. You bucked against him, desperate for more – desperate for him. You felt him smile against you, before he swirled his tongue around your clit and twisted his fingers in you to curl them up towards your belly. You clawed at him, torn between pulling him closer for more of that delicious friction or pushing him away to escape the overwhelming sensations.

“Sam,” you groaned, legs tensing on either side of his shoulders.

“Hmm?” he hummed against you, the vibrations adding to the tension that coiled inside you.

“Please.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled because you were pretty sure that the only words in your vocabulary were ‘Sam’ and ‘please’ anymore. He took pity on you and sucked your clit between his lips, laving it with attention while he pulsed his fingers against that sensitive spot inside you.

“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl.” You shattered beneath his touch, your orgasm crashing over you. Your legs shook, and the hand you have placed behind you to brace yourself just about buckled as Sam continued his assault, drawing out your climax and setting every nerve alight.

Sam didn’t relent. You whimpered and patted his head with urgency as things moved into ‘too much.’ He soothed you with his tongue, his movements becoming gentler as you came down from your high. He stood, his lips meeting yours in a hurried kiss, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You moaned into him, and he ground his hips against you, his cock hard and demanding.

“Sam, please,” you begged. “Please fuck me already.”

“Don’t worry. I’m far from done with you, pretty girl.”

He urged you forward, coaxing you off the table and onto unsteady legs. Mercifully, he helped steady you before prompting you to turn around. He pressed a hand between your shoulder blades and gently nudged you forward until your front was pressed flat against the table. There was the vague clinking sound of his belt and zipper before Sam was crowding you. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of relief. He kept his hand on your back and steadied your hip with the other as he pressed forward, filling you with the entire length of him.

“Fuck…” you breathed, arms braced on the table in front of you and arching into him. His thrusts were slow and measured at first, giving you time to adjust. Then, he sank fully into you, leaning over you to grab for one of the books that had been scattered across the table. He was so goddamn tall that he reached over you effortlessly.

“I’m gonna make you work for it, pretty girl,” he said, the tone in his voice unlike anything you had heard from Sam before. You barely had a moment to try and figure out what he meant by those words as he cracked open a book and propping it up in front of you. “Read for me, baby. Out loud. Any time you make a mistake, I’m gonna punish you for it.”

You might have laughed if the moment were different. Reading was as easy as breathing for you, and if he thought that this was a challenge, then he didn’t know you as well as you thought. You took a deep breath and read over the first line on the page. And then he moved, and all the wind was knocked out of your sails. On the initial thrust, you managed to keep your composure, but somewhere between three and four, you stumbled over the Latin name for some creature you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to. His hand met your ass, and you yelped, jolting forward. The hard edge of the table dug into your hips, a stark reminder that Sam had you entirely at his mercy. Trapped between the solid form of him and the cool surface of the library table. And you realized that the Sam behind you was an entirely different side of him you had never experienced before.

Sam chuckled – fucking chuckled – as he soothed his hand over the placed where he had just spanked you.

“Keep going, pretty girl,” he said, amusement in his voice. You could hear him smiling as he spoke. If you didn’t enjoy this, he might have sounded cruel. Thank god you were into this as much as he was. You took another deep breath, doing your best to ignore the stinging. “Don’t worry, we can go slow.” And he kept to his word. The languid way he moved his hips gave off the impression that he could do this for hours if he had the time. You continued reading, faltering again when his hand slid from your ass to your clit. He made a ‘tsk’ing sound before spanking you again, striking the same spot he had before. You squealed under him, excitement coursing through your veins, and he picked up his pace, every thrust making it just a little harder to get through the next sentence.

Your words stumbled and faltered as his movements grew more urgent. Sure enough, when your voice caught on the phrase ‘Ad libitum’ because of course it would on a phrase like that, his hand connected with your skin again. You gasped, pushing yourself up onto your toes in an attempt to meet his thrusts. The pleasure and pain mingled together in a heady mix that would no doubt fry your circuits if you lingered for too long. You whimpered as the cycle continued. You read as best as you could, but your mistakes grew closer and closer as Sam’s thrusts grew harder and faster. It was like being on a tightrope between desire and frustration helpless under his dominance. But you couldn’t think of anywhere else you would rather be. Occasionally, his hand would leave your clit to spank your ass again, both a punishment and incentive to do better next time. Every smack echoed loudly in the room, adding another layer to the symphony of sounds.

He slid out of you, just long enough to hoist you up and sit you back on the edge of the table, the book completely forgotten as he sank back into you. Sam’s breathing became more labored, his movements more urgent as he drove into you deeper and harder. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, realizing that he had been so desperate to have you that he hadn’t wasted extra time stripping. Your name tumbled from his lips in a low growl, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, meeting his thrust for thrust, desperately needing to feel him closer. Your orgasm was building again, and when his lips found their way to your neck, he bit and sucked a love bruise there. You came shuddering around his cock, and your name left his lips once more in a hoarse cry as he buried himself deep inside you, finding his own release moments after.

The library was quiet again, filled only with the sounds of yours and Sam’s ragged breaths. As you lifted your gaze to meet his, your breaths mingled in the stillness, and you could feel the connection between you settle into something more comfortable. More steadfast. Like the roots of an old tree. He leaned in to kiss you savoring the moment with a gentle intensity before slipping out of you.

“You are something else, you know that?” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. And just like that, the Sam you had come to cherish reemerged – the sweet and caring gentle giant. His hand cupped your cheek tenderly, and he kissed you once more, a soft and chaste touch that spoke volumes. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” he suggested with a warm smile. “I think we’ve spent enough time among the books for now.” And his words were a gentle breeze, guiding you back to reality. The life of a hunter might have been unpredictable and fraught with danger, but, really, it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle together.

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This but make is steddie x reader 🫣🤭

An Elephant Never Forgets - Steddie X Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary - Steve arrives at Eddie's trailer expecting to hang out, but finds himself spying on his two friends.

Warnings - Strong Language / Threesome / Soft to Rough / Boot Riding / Oral (M & F receiving) / Cum Eating / Perv!Steve / Sex Toys / Praise Kink / Unprotected Sex / Spit / Degradation / Cum Play / Hair Pulling

Word Count - 2.3k

A/N - This (nsfw) had my jaw on the floor oml

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#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steddie #steddie smut #steddie x reader

wendichester

⭒˚.⋆ sacrifice,

summary. you make a deal to save dean's life but he's not having it

pairing. dean winchester x reader ; angsty

wordcount. 558

The second Dean walks into the room, you know you’re screwed.

His eyes are wild, shoulders tight with rage, jaw clenched so hard you’re surprised his teeth don’t crack. He storms toward you, fists balled at his sides, and for a second, you think he might actually punch the wall.

“What the hell did you do?” His voice is raw, shaking.

You swallow hard, but there’s no point in pretending. He knows. He must’ve found out. Maybe from Sam, maybe from the demon itself—doesn’t matter. The secret’s out.

“I did what I had to,” you say, keeping your voice steady even as your heart hammers in your chest.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester angst #supernatural

sofreddie

Line in the Sand

Summary: When Sam and Reader meet, he lays down a line, letting her know nothing would ever happen between them despite the deep connection that was felt. It doesn't take long for him to regret that decision.

Characters: Sam Winchester x F!Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel

Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst, Fluff, Hunting, Injury to Reader, Smut (Unprotected Sex)

WC: 6,809

A/N: Hey, all! I know it's been a million years since I've been posting. Life, ya know? Anywho, here's a fic I've been gradually working on for longer than I remember. It was supposed to be a little fic and grew into this (sorry, I'm so wordy). I'm really happy with how it came out in the end. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated. : )

#sam winchester smut #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural smut

jaredpadonlyyyy

𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙎𝙀𝙓 𝙋𝙏. 𝙊𝙉𝙀

• 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙔, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏 𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏

• 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙔𝙊𝙐

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙓 (𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆, 𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃 𝙎𝙀𝙓, 𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙐𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉, 𝙎𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙀, 𝙁𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙀𝙄𝙑𝙀, 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙑𝙀, 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂.

You have been known Sam has been soulless when Dean called you and told you that if Sam makes an appearance at your house not to let him in. But you would always fold like a cheap suit for Sam, always have, always will. And Dean knew that as well, since you both had a beautiful connection when they both saved you three years ago. You would’ve loved to have a relationship with Sam. But you were always so busy and Sam was always busy with hunting down the supernatural. That day three years ago, you both had a night filled with sweet slow passion that you will never forget. And you were completely and utter devastated when you learned that Sam was gone for good. You had gotten depressed for almost a year.

Currently you were in your office, working on your computer, when your phone rang. “Yes, Claudia?” You answered. “Some man with the name Jason is here to see you.” She said through the phone and you sigh hoping you had no one else come in so you can eat your lunch. “Let him in.” You told her as you hung up. A few moments later the door opened and you smiled at the man that entered your office but it fell the moment you made eye contact with those hazel eyes you’ve missed. But they didn’t look like the sweet ones you knew. They looked empty like no one was in there. You stood up so fast. “Sam?” You said as he closed the door behind him. “I’m guessing he told you I’m soulless?” Sam said as he walked over to the seats in your office. You gulped as you looked at the Winchester man. “Yeah, he did.” You told the man

“I wanted you to see you.” He said as both of you look into each other’s eyes. “You know, my soul might not be there. But I do remember our sex.” He said as your breath hitched. “It was great sex, the way you rode my cock.” He said as he walked around your desk and you didn’t move. You couldn’t, no matter who was in there. It was still Sam. Soul or not. “I just get hard thinking about it.” He said as he got closer to you as your hands leaned back on your desk as he got close

“W-What are you doing?” You asked him. You weren’t scared of him. But he did make you nervous and a little bit turned on. You haven’t been with anyone ever since Sam. You were that into the hunter that it didn’t feel right hooking up with anyone else. It still made you cringe when you remember how you left a guy hanging with a raging boner because you could not do it. It felt like you were cheating on Sam, but you weren’t since you hadn’t seen him since the last time. But you just couldn’t help it and now here he was. Grinding his clothed cock on your thighs as he groaned. “I need to fuck you, and I need you to ride me.” He whispered against your ear making you gasp

You felt his hand start going up your thighs as your breathing started to pick up. You didn’t want to fall for it. But it was Sam. Even though he doesn’t have his soul, it was still him and you missed him so much and you couldn’t help it. As much as you tried to take control of yourself, you will always fall for the hunter.

You couldn’t help but spread your legs more open to give him more access. Since you were wearing a dress it was way more easy for him to get access to your pussy. “You want to give it to me, don’t you my little slut.” Sam groaned as he felt your thong and he grazed his fingers on it. Making you hum in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy as it just clenches over nothing. “Mmm, that’s right, my little slut wants it, don’t you?” He asked as you nod your head. You spread your legs more open for him letting your skirt fall onto your hips giving him a show of how wet he was making you. “Sam, please.” You said

Moving your thong to the side. He slowly entered his thick, long fingers inside of you making you gasp as your head falls back. “Fuck.” You tried not to moan loud, as you didn’t want anyone to know what you were doing. Especially since you were known as a virgin. People thought you were a virgin as you never hooked up with anyone, when you went out with them. Sam’s eyes were on you as he went in and out of your pussy slowly. Curling his fingers inside as your body jerked. The way his fingers would grazed your G-Spot, making your leg shake, your eyes roll, it was so good, your hips started to roll as if riding him.

Taking out his fingers you slumped as you hungrily looked into his eyes. Your chest falling up and down as he puts his fingers inside his mouth humming as he looked at you. “Just as sweet as I remember.” He told you. You looked at Sam as he got on his knees. He grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulder. Reaching to the hem of your thong and ripping them off your legs making you gasp as he literally ripped them off. He looked at you as he grabbed one of your legs and started kissing you, from your feet all the way to your inner thighs making you gulp as you watch him. Both your legs over his shoulder as you lean back on your hands watching him tease you so much. Your body jerked making you gasp as he blew air against your hot pussy. Then he lightly licked you.

“Oh, fuck.” You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt his tongue flicker your bundle of nerves.

Sam’s tongue teased your pussy hole as his fingers worked on your clit in a fast pace. His tongue going in and out of your tight little pussy as you became a complete mess. Breathing heavy as you watched him pleasure you in ways you couldn’t even comprehend. It was driving you insane at how close your orgasm was. How fast he was able to get you to your climax. Your legs shaking as you gripped your desk hard as you stopped breathing altogether as you let out a gasp. Your body shaking as your pussy fluttered as you orgasmed so intensely. “Aah!” You couldn’t help it. It just felt too good and you couldn’t control the moan that escaped your lips as your body jerked around as he kept on going. Making you push him away because it was too much. But he wouldn’t let you. So, you came three more times so sensitive.

Until you finally squirted. “Holy shit!!” You gasped in undeniable pleasure as you squirted as he took it all in. His fingers plunged inside of you fingering you fast and hard making you whimper as it became way too much. “Sam, please! It’s too much!” You whined as your body was producing another incoming orgasm. Your body tensing as your head falls back. Your mouth wide open as your legs open so wide. Sam’s fingers curling inside your pussy as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot. You could feel the sweat rolling off your head. “Ooo!!” You squealed loudly as you squirted again on his hand as he slows down. Finally you slumped against the table as you lazily looked into Sam’s soulless eyes as he smirked.

Sam stood up and his mouth was glistening in your juices. He leaned down, placing his lips on yours as you taste your on his lips as his fingers traced your perfectly smooth skin, the curves of your tight fit body. The way he rolled his hips making you gasp as his hard cock grazed your sensitive clit. Catching your breath. You sat up looking into Sam’s eyes as lust filled your eyes. You didn’t care how soulless Sam was. He was a sex god and damn you couldn’t get enough. You quickly took off his belt throwing it somewhere across the room and taking off his pants.

His boxer shorts hitting the ground next as his long, big cock springs out, leaking with pre-cum on it as it throbbed with how bad he wanted to fuck you so hard, it made you scream his name over and over again. You pushed him back into your chair and got in between his legs and get on your knees as he watched you, grab the base of his cock as kitten licks it all the way up to the tip of his cock and you didn’t even give him time and put almost all his cock in your mouth making him gasp as he watched you do it to him. You looked at the hunter through your eyelashes as you started bobbing your head up and down as he groaned. His hand gripping your seat hard as he looks at you. “That’s right, my little slut, sucking on my long big cock.” He grunted as you went down on him more. “Fuck, just like that.” He grunted again.

You bobbed your head up and down as Sam grunted, he pulled your hair into a ponytail and he pushed your head more down making you gag and your eyes watering, and Sam grunting as his cock twitched in your mouth. Sam pulled you up as you gasped for air. Your saliva connecting from your lips to the tip of his dick. Breathing heavy Sam ran his thumb against your plumped red lips as he looked at you with the desire of eating you alive. You felt how his cock was twitching in your hand as you looked at him in the eyes. Your hands slowly moving up and down on him.

He then grabbed your arm standing you up with him and he turned you around. Your chest on his back as his fingers reached down to your clit rubbing it fast as your eyes fall close, your legs almost giving up on you at how sensitive but good it felt. Sam grazed his teeth on your shoulder. Kissing it and sucking on your skin leaving his mark on your skin and biting down on your skin as he rubbed your bundle of nerves. He then bend you over your desk as he slaps your bum making you whimper at how it hurt, but it felt good at the same time. He pumps his cock a few times as he plays with your clit making you moan.

He then lines himself up, and didn’t waist any time, and thrusted inside making you let out a loud accidental moan. You had forgotten how big he was. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Sam moaned, his hands gripping your hips as he started to slam into you in a fast pace. At that point you didn’t care who was listening to you and Sam fucking in your office, it was your office building either way. “Sam, oh, god!” Your legs shaking, they were jelly at how many times he made you orgasm over and over again in the span of a few minutes. The sweet loving Sam, he knew how to make you orgasm a few times as well, but the soulless one made you squirt not once but twice.

You couldn’t even keep yourself up anymore. So, Sam hugs you from your waist and just kept on slamming into you so hard, you forgot how to even breathe. Your hands were gripping your desk so hard your knuckles were turning white as Sam groaned on your ear, talking to you dirty and how he was going to fill up your pretty tight pussy with his cum. His hand moved down your clit and he started to rub on it so fast you squealed trying to get his hand away from your clit because of how sensitive you actually were.

“F-Fuck! Oh god!” Your nails dig into his wrist as you shook so hard, Sam groaning as your pussy clenched around his cock. “I’m going to cum.” Sam announced to you. But you couldn’t even speak because of how overstimulated you were and how sore you were going to end up. “Don’t let do until I say so.” Sam told you, you nodded yours head laying it on the desk as he kept his hard, fast pace, hitting spots you didn’t know existed. Your legs about to give out on you as they wobbled, but Sam kept you held up by your waist. “Sam, Sam, Sam!! Oh fuck!” You couldn’t hold it anymore and you felt like you were about to let it all go. “I-I can’t! I can’t! I can’t anymore!” You moaned.

Sam felt his balls tighten and his cock start to twitch and he grunted. “Go argh!” Sam lets out a grunt biting onto your shoulder hard as your pussy started fluttering as his cock twitched and he released his cum into you filling up your pussy. Your legs shaking as Sam’s body shook from pleasure from behind you.

His nails digging into the skin of your hips as he kept on slamming into you, letting you both ride out your orgasm’s. Finally stopping, Sam laid his head on your back with his soulless eyes closed his body was still shaking a little bit as your walls still clenched and his cock still twitched from the orgasm aftermath of it.

With his still hard grip on your hips. He lifted his head letting out a deep breath as he watched as he pulled out his softened cock out of your sore pussy, he watched as his cum drips out of your hole, his fingers gliding through your folds making your body jerk as he collects his cum with his fingers stuffing it inside your walls making you let out a painful gasp at how sensitive you were and you couldn’t do it anymore.

You felt his fingers deep inside your walls touching your sweet spot. Even with how painful it was you couldn’t help but moan because it felt good as well. “You like that, don’t you, you fucking slut.” He said as he took out his fingers, bringing it to your mouth to suck on them. His mouth dropped open at how you did it. “Fuck, you’re going to get me hard again.” He whispered as he grinds his soft cock on your behind.

Finally he lets you go, he pulled his jeans up and since your legs were complete jelly, you fell back onto your chair as you watched the Winchester man buckle his belt. His face expressionless as he did it. You started to feel disgusted with yourself at how much you loved getting fucked by soulless Sam. With sweet Sam, it was sweet, slow and you loved it, you just never thought you would love getting fucked like that. You stood up stumbling a little bit as you went to go look at yourself in your bathroom mirror and saw how your baby hair’s were sticking to your face because of all the sweat from all the activities you did

You looked at your neck and your eyes widen at the three purple marks on your skin, along with his bite makes on them. You didn’t even feel that and that really did ashamed you that you enjoyed it so much and that you wanted more from soulless Sam, you knew he’s dangerous, but that’s what turned you on.

That’s what made you want to ride him until he couldn’t cum inside you anymore. But it was so, so wrong. Because even though it was Sam, it really was not Sam. Dean told you his soul was still in hell with Lucifer and it made your skin crawl that you enjoyed having sex with a shell of a man, with no emotions.

After you were done fixing yourself, you walked out and you found the office empty from the Winchester man. You frowned knowing it was going to end up like that. It broke your heart knowing very well, he used your body for his own pleasure and his only.

You sat on your chair as there was a knock on your door. “Come in.” You said as you put your hands on your head. “Um, are you okay?” Your secretary asked you. “Yes, Mindy I’m fine.” You looked up and saw her blushing, which made you blush knowing they all most likely heard your very loud moans coming from your office. “I am so sorry you had to hear all that.” You apologized. “I really don’t know what got into me.” You told her as she shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, I mean at least you got laid.” She said cringing, making you cringe as well. “Yeah, but I could’ve done this in the privacy of my own home.”

“Hey, he was hot and office sex is even hotter.” Mindy said making you laugh at her lightheartedness

“Yeah, but next time use your home.” She said as you started to laugh along with her, Sam nowhere near your thoughts as you got back to work to finish so you can go home and wash up all the stink of sex.

It was now seven months since the last time you saw Sam or heard from Dean. You sat back on your office chair as you looked down at your huge pregnant belly. Yeah, Sam left you with a little gift a two weeks later. It was a girl and you couldn’t wait to meet her. You didn’t know if you wanted to tell a soulless man he was going to be a father. And you haven’t even decided if you wanted to tell his big brother how you enjoyed getting bent over your desk and getting fucked on it. That was not going to happen at all, no way. No matter how much Mindy tried to convince you to tell them. You didn’t want a soulless man to be her father. That’s not the live you wanted for her.

Your office phone rang and you groaned sitting up as you reached for it. “Yes, Mindy?” You asked as your smile fell at hearing the name’s Jason and Dean. “Y-Yeah, send them in.” You gulped as you hung up the phone. “Fuck.” You whispered as the door to your office opened. The brothers walked inside of your office. And what surprised you, was that you didn’t see soulless Sam standing there, it was your sweet, sweet Sam. “Hey.” He sweetly greeted you as your breath left your lungs. “Hey, Sam.” You said as you stood up. His hazel eyes immediately went to your belly. “You’re pregnant.” He said sounding a little bit disappointed. You didn’t know what to say to him.

“Hi, Dean.” You greeted the big brother as he looked at your belly. “Hey.” He said back as he looked into your eyes. “Can, I, uh.” You swallowed your throat. “Can I talk to Sam alone.” You said to him and he nods as he walked out of your office leaving you both alone. Flashbacks from that day came into mind.

“Look.” He started before you could open your mouth. “I’m sorry by the way. . . I, uh.” He blushed as he didn’t know how to word it. Making you blush as well. “It’s okay, but Sam, this baby. . .its yours. . .”

Ooo should I make a second part to this one? Like a dad Sam making sweet love with the reader? I think I might lol anyways enjoy! 💋

#sam winchester smut #sam winchester #supernatural #supernatural smut #spn smut #spn #sam winchester x reader

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Pairing: bff!Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 12.3k words Warnings: NSFW, smut, protected sex (birth control), virginity loss, friends with benefits, Eddie talks you through it, constant consent, humor during sex, Eddie calls you "mama" but no mommy kink, fondling, slight hair pulling, oral (f!receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, a million different positions, slight edging?, L-bombs but not romantically, swearing... A/N: So I wrote this as a best friends with benefits thing and not a best friends to lovers, but the line gets blurry sometimes with besties. I really fucking loved this one because they're like...they literally never stop being besties, they're so fucking dumb, I love them. So yeah, this is platonic in the least platonic way possible, and I love that for them. Thank you so much and enjoy! A/N #2: While I was writing the first author's note, my typing kept popping my ears. *cries in adhd like a little bitch*

Eddie finds you in his bedroom doorway moments after hearing the front door close. He half expected Wayne to be coming back home early from work, but that didn’t make sense because he only left an hour ago and he probably would have called ahead.

But, no. You stand there with damp hair from a fresh shower and dressed down in some shirt you stole from his drawer and pajama pants. He raises a brow. He hadn’t been expecting you, but he isn’t surprised in the slightest. He doesn’t even bother to move from his spot, leaning back on his bed with an arm behind his head and a book in his hand.

“Hey, there,” he mumbles.

#im feral #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things #eddie stranger things

I need Eddie to edge me because I don't have the willpower to do it myself

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #stranger things

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౨ৎ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐮

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: steddie x only fans reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your boyfriends, wake you up with something better than cake.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, mdni 18+, fem reader, food play, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink if you squint, this is reader centered so no mlm action.

𝐚/𝐧: ITS MY BIRTHDAY, BUT THIS BLURB IS MY GIFT TO YOU.

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The sun rays beam through your curtains, making you groan and stretch before burrowing your head into your fluffy duvet. You’re not ready to face the day yet, although it is your birthday. But if the empty spaces beside you are anything to go by, then your boyfriends are probably downstairs preparing something special for you.

Just as you suspected, loud pots clank together along with Steves barely audible shushing, making you giggle as you continue snuggling into your warm, comfy bed.

#i need this so bad #steddie x reader smut #steddie x reader #steddie smut #steddie #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington

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If the sex doesn't feel like rolling a Nat 20, I don't want it.

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#eddie coded #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #stranger things

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Melting - Eddie Munson x Reader

Melting - (30's) best friend-Eddie Munson x she/her reader

Summary: Post-Vecna. And Eddie is alive and well. It’s a heatwave. Reader is desperate for some air conditioning, which her tiny little apartment does not have. Desperate for some reprieve, she pays Eddie’s trailer a visit, hoping his air conditioning was working.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, Lots of smut, nasty, swearing, LONGEST SMUT EVER, a lil bit of fluff at the end.

Notes: When I say this is longest smut ever, I mean it. This is the longest smut I've ever written, not that I've written much. But holy shit, this was long. I never thought it would turn into something this long. Like not after just from a spark of thirst. I hope you enjoy this! I've been fighting to finish this after working on it for 3 weeks. But when you get these brain fog moments, no matter how much you want words to come out, it's just impossible. So glad this is finally finished! I hope you all enjoy reading it!

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Sweltering. The smell of burning tar filled the air. Sweat dripped down from her forehead, seeping into her eyes. The sting instantly burned her eyes, but she harshly wiped them away with the back of her hand. Eyes focused on the road, seeing the air seem to dance and ripple off the asphalt. Her hair flew wildly in the wind, yet it hardly did anything to cool her down. There was one place she could go to for some comfort from this heat.

“Eddie!” She shouted, fist banging repeatedly on the door to his trailer.

Eddie, the heat slowing him down to answer the door, despite hearing her banging relentlessly.

“Eddie, open the door! Don’t leave me here to melt in this heat!” She continued to shout.

“I’m coming, damn it!” He bit back, swinging the door open.

She sighed in relief, about to push her way in when she noticed he was wearing a sweat stained tank and boxer shorts.

“Don’t tell me your air conditioning is not working…” Her voice filled with dread and her eyes widened in disbelief.

“What do you think, sweet-cheeks?” He sarcastically retorted.

She groaned, defeated by the revelation. He rolled his eyes and stepped back inside, away from the burning sun. She sighed and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. At the very least, the inside of his trailer felt a bit cooler than outside.

#this is so hot #pun intended #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie stranger things

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