We have decided, after low participation, to retire the SPN Rare Ship Bingo.
If you're upset, WAIT!
Even though the bingo isn't going to continue in this form, we are still going to be helping curate content for our favorite SPN Rare Relationships.
How, you ask?
First of all, please join our Discord! This is a shared server between many different rare ship challenges, and we'd love to have you there for discussion, link sharing, and shenanigans.
Secondly, we are merging with the SPN Poly Bingo in January 2022 to begin a new kind of creation challenge over at @spnrareships. On that blog we will be hosting different celebration weeks, bingos, and events of all kinds throughout the year for different rare ships (both duo and poly).
Oh, and don't worry about losing us completely - this blog will stay as is so that the archive is here for you when you want to peruse it.
We hope that you will join us for our new future of SPN Rare Ships. This is not the end, this is just a new beginning!
The goal of SPN Rare Fic Friday is to create content for relationship pairings that have less than 500 works on AO3. Visit our Rare Ship Spreadsheet to see the latest numbers we've gathered, or see if you can find a pairing that we haven't included! (The Orange and Green Labeled Pairings are fair game for Rare Fic Fridays.)
When is it?
Our Rare Fic Fridays in January are the 14th and 21st. This is a often-occuring event, so check out the calendar for even more Rare Fic Friday dates!
What are the prompts?
There are no prompts for Rare Fic Fridays - you get to create anything you want for the rare AO3 relationships.
How do I participate?
No sign ups are required! Post any and all rare fic fills on any Rare Fic Friday. Be sure to include #spnrareficfriday and tag us @spnrareships in your post. We will reblog everything we see, but if we haven't reblogged your work within 24 hours please send us an ask.
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A weekend to celebrate the Angel and Demon rare ships in Supernatural. Any rare ship relationship works for us, as long as at least one angel or demon is involved. (Except, of course, Destiel, which is not a rare ship unless you add a third to make a poly group.) Whether it is platonic, romantic, familial, or any other kind of relationship is up to you!
When is it?
January 7-9, 2022
What are the prompts?
Friday, January 7 - Missing Scene / Episode Tag
Take this opportunity to fill in the empty spaces of episodes with your headcanons of what happened. Whether you have an idea of a scene in the middle of the episode or something that should have been added to the end, share with us your ideas! (Tag the episode number in your posts, too!)
Saturday, January 8 - Flangst
Flangst - the perfect balance of Fluff and Angst. Maybe it starts fluffy and gets angsty, or maybe we're angsty and a little fluff pulls us out of our bad mood. Let's be flangsty with our rare ships today!
Sunday, January 9 - Alternate Universe (AU)
Let's take those angels and/or demons to another dimension! Maybe Crowley is a grumpy coffee barista, or Anna owns a pet shop. The sky is the limit when you write AUs!
How do I participate?
No sign ups are required! Just post any and all Supernatural Angels and Demons Rare Ship content and be sure to include #angelsanddemonsweekend2022 and tag us @spnrareships in your post. We will reblog everything we see, but if we haven't reblogged your work within 24 hours please send us an ask.
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Summary: Meeting Gilda led to one of the best nights of Jo’s life. The morning after… weird, but worth the weirdness. Eventually.
Tags: Apparent but not Actually Underage, Soulmate AU, When One Night Stands Change Your Life
Note: apparent underage tagged because Charlie, though twenty, appears to be twelve because of magical influence, and Jo isn’t sure at first which is her true age.
Pairing: Dean x Claire x Alex x Sam
Warnings: Incest (Wincest, plus adopted sister x adopted sister)
Tags: Wincest, Daddy Kink, first lesbian experience, lots of making out, voyeurism, everyone is subby af for Dean, especially Sam, Claire is a slut, Alex is a slut in training, thigh riding, oral (f and m rec) p in v, unprotected sex, belly bulge, Dean likes souvenirs
WC: 4.7k
Bingo Squares: @spnkinkbingo - Orgy | @spnrareshipbingo - Free Space | @samwinchesterbingo - Polysexual | @spndeanbingo - Voyeurism | @j3bingo - Free Space
“Dean, you don't think we're taking advantage of them?” Sam and Dean moved straight to the kitchen after they’d waved Jody off. Dean pulled two beers out of the fridge and popped their tops, passing one to Sam.
“Taking advantage?” he scoffed, shooting Sam an incredulous look. “Dude, Claire has been practically begging me for this for weeks. She’s got the hots for you little bro,” he flashed Sam a lecherous wink and Sam rolled his eyes back.
“And that’s another thing, since when is it up to you whether or not she gets to sleep with me?” Sam leaned back against the kitchen counter, levelling his older brother with a serious, inquisitive look.
“Since she decided that she wanted to be a good girl for her Daddy, and let me decide what’s best for her,” Dean grinned. Sam choked a little on his beer.
“You got Claire to sub for you?” The shock was evident in his voice. He never would have believed Claire Novak, of all people, would submit to someone. The surprise dulled the sting of the revelation that Dean had someone else calling him Daddy now too. They’d always had an open relationship when it came to women, Sam and Dean both enjoyed messing around and changing things up, but Sam had always thought he was the only one who Dean let use that nickname. The disappointment must have shown on his face, because Dean moved across the room and pressed himself into Sam’s personal space.
“You’re still my only baby boy,” Dean cooed gently, rubbing his thumb softly over Sam’s temple. “That’s never gonna change, yeah?” Sam nodded placidly, nuzzling into Dean’s palm as it carded through his hair.
“So, Claire’s been asking to sleep with me?” A ghost of a smirk twitched on Sam’s lips.
“Begging me for it,” Dean reiterated. “Wouldn’t shut up about it last time I fucked her.” He set his beer down on the counter and caged Sam in between his arms, slotting their hips together so he could press his thigh up between Sam’s legs. “She wants to know if you’re bigger than me,” Dean scraped his cheek against Sam’s, whispering against the shell of his ear. “Wants to know if she could take both of us at once.”
Sam groaned into Dean’s neck, unable to keep himself from grinding over Dean’s thigh, his cock twitching in his jeans.
“You want me to fuck her, Daddy?” Sam breathed his words against Dean’s mouth, tilting his chin forward to catch him in a teasing kiss.
“Wanna watch you stick that big cock straight down her throat,” Dean growled, nipping at Sam’s lips. “Shut the bitch up for once.”
“You gonna fuck her pussy while she sucks me off?” Sam dug his hands into Dean’s back pockets so he could pull their groins together, and now Sam could feel his brother’s cock hard against his own.
“Gonna fuck her until she squirts all over Daddy’s cock,” Dean groaned heavily, bucking his hips against Sam. “Then you’re gonna suck me good and clean, would you like that, baby boy?”
“Shit,” Sam groaned, dragging his erection slow and dirty over Dean’s, their zippers catching on each other. “Want that Daddy. Want that so fucking much.”
“Then when you’ve cleaned me up, I’m gonna stick my cock in that little virgin you deflowered in my fucking car.” Dean punctuated his words with a harsh bite to Sam’s neck, making him cry out. “Thought I wouldn't find out about it? I could practically smell it," Dean growled. "Bet you gave it to her nice and gentle, didn’t you Sammy? Showed her sex could be sweet, and caring? Someone’s gotta teach her how to really fuck.” Sam whined, pulling Dean’s mouth back to his and kissing him desperately. He was so close to coming in his jeans just from riding Dean’s thigh in the middle of Jody’s fucking kitchen.
Wrapped up in his brother, Sam didn’t hear the footsteps in the hallway or Alex and Claire traipsing in with a stack of dirty dishes each.
“Holy shit!” Claire gasped, dishes dropping loudly onto the table in her surprise. Sam and Dean broke apart, their lips sticking to each other with spit as they pulled away. Sam tried to extract himself from Dean’s arms, but his brother didn’t budge.
“Hey ladies,” Dean grinned at Claire and Alex, who were still standing frozen in the doorway, while he continued to work his thigh against Sam’s hard-on.
“Dean, knock it off,” Sam groaned, trying to squirm out of his grip, but that only wound up rubbing his erection more thoroughly against Dean’s jeans.
“Nuh-uh little brother,” Dean smirked lecherously, nipping at Sam’s throat when he threw it back in a mixture of pleasure, desperation and embarrassment. “You’re not finished yet, would be rude to leave you hangin’, wouldn’t it?”
Sam moaned, still struggling, but not with any concerted effort to break away from his brother’s touches.
“Claire, sweetheart, c’mere,” Dean grunted, still grinding dirtily against Sam as he spoke. Claire complied quickly, moving to Dean’s side obediently and leaving Alex still hanging back nervously in the doorway.
Sam glanced toward Alex, their eyes catching, and he saw her blush deepen even further, but he didn’t think it was from embarrassment or discomfort. It looked like the flush of arousal he so clearly remembered seeing on her face a few weeks before, when his cock had been wrapped up in the soft heat of her cunt. Unconsciously, Sam let out a little whimper, bucking against Dean harshly.
“You gonna be a good girl for Daddy today?” Dean was asking Claire when Sam tore his attention away from Alex.
“Yes, Daddy,” Claire nodded eagerly, biting her lip a little as her eyes roamed over Sam and Dean. Dean reached out and grabbed her chin, tilting her face up towards his own and smirking down at her.
“Take that top off for me, baby girl. Show Sammy your tits,” Dean directed, dropping a quick kiss to Claire’s lips before releasing her, so she could follow his instructions.
“Like this, Daddy?” Claire asked innocently, pulling her t-shirt over her head to expose her lacy black bra. She pulled the cups down to expose her breasts and pinched her nipples a little, getting the small pink nubs to stand more sharply out from her chest.
“So pretty, baby girl,” Dean nodded approvingly. “She’s real pretty, isn’t she Sammy?” Sam nodded mutely, his words stuck in his throat and eyes glued to Claire’s flushed chest. “Tell her what you want to do to her,” Dean smirked, reaching down to rub over the front of Sam’s jeans, squeezing his cock through the denim.
“Fuck,” Sam bit the inside of his lip, hoping to distract himself with enough pain that he wouldn’t cum in his jeans like a teenager in front of two actual teenagers.
“You wanna fuck me, Sam?” Claire smiled up at him teasingly, her fingers still playing with her nipples. “I want you to fuck me.” She closed her eyes, moaning a little as she dropped her hands to the waist of her jeans and began unbuttoning them. “Daddy said you could if I was a good girl.”
“Have you been a good girl, Claire?” Sam asked skeptically, brow arched.
“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, smiling and chewing on her lower lip to make it all puffy and wet.
“What do you think, Alex?” Sam surprised himself with the question, but his eyes had caught sight of her standing in the doorway, looking very clearly nervous, and he wanted to get her involved. Especially because the idea of watching Dean fucking ruin her was unbelievably hot. “Has Claire been good lately?”
“Um,” Alex stuttered, blushing hard, and tucking her hair behind her ears just for something to do with her hands. “She hasn’t snuck out the past two weeks,” Alex offered, unsure if that’s what Sam was looking for.
“That is good, baby girl,” Dean cooed at Claire, condescending but proud. He stepped away from Sam, leaving his little brother’s hips jerking forward, not wanting to lose the contact, but Dean ignored him and went over to Claire instead. Dean flicked her long, blonde hair back over her shoulder as he walked around her, pressing himself against her back and meeting Sam’s eyes over her head with a wicked grin.
“Alex,” Dean called back to the youngest girl without looking behind him, keeping his eyes firmly on Sam’s, “why don’t you come over here and give my brother a kiss?”
Sam gulped, breath coming into his lungs short and sharp, and he felt his dick twitch at the sheer dominance that was radiating off of Dean right now. Alex walked forward hesitantly, eyes darting over Claire’s half naked body as she passed, Dean’s hands kneading Claire’s tits under his fingers. Sam saw the small shudder that ran through Alex at the sight, and he wondered what caused it. Desire to be where Claire was? Or desire to be where Dean was? Sam had known Claire swung in all manner of directions, just like he did, but he hadn’t asked Alex if she ever thought about more than just men. An image of Alex and Claire together sprang into his mind and Sam felt his knees buckle against each other in a moment of weakness. Fuck, he wanted to see that, if they were into it.
Alex had reached him now, and Sam looked down at her with a gentle smile, encouraging and warm. She smiled back at him, placing her hands on his chest and pressing up to her tiptoes to give Sam a soft kiss. Sam wound his arms around her, pulling her small frame into his body tightly as he slipped his tongue out of his mouth and teased it across her lips, feeling her open willingly beneath him. Sam’s kiss was all consuming, passionate and confident but not desperate – not yet, anyway.
“Aw, look at that,” Dean’s voice broke through the silence that had settled in the kitchen, as Sam pulled back from Alex sharply, leaving her gasping against his neck. Sam’s eyes darted to Dean’s over the top of her head. “My little bro and your little sister,” Dean stage whispered against Claire’s ear, and she grinned at them from her place in Dean’s arms. “They make a sweet couple don’t they?”
“Very cute,” Claire agreed, her words taking on the same mocking tone as Dean’s.
“Spin her around, Sammy. Wanna get a good look at her,” Dean instructed.
Sam turned Alex around in his arms, so they were now mirroring Dean and Claire, with Sam’s arms tucked around her waist, cradling her back against his chest. Alex ducked her head, embarrassed under the attention but Sam pulled her chin back up, petting across her hair lightly in comfort.
“It’s okay, baby. Let them look at what a beautiful girl I got.” Sam couldn’t help himself, showing her off like this. He wanted Dean to be proud of him for sleeping with such a cute, innocent thing like Alex. He wanted to show her off; wanted to show Dean what he’s taught her.
“Well, we can’t see much of her right now, can we?” Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam, clearly indicating that he wanted Sam to strip Alex down for him. Sam dropped his hands to the hem of Alex’s shirt, running the soft grain of the cotton through his fingers while he ducked his lips down to her ear.
“Can I take this off for them, baby?” he checked, and when he felt Alex nod, he lifted the material up and over her head. Her dark hair fanned out over her shoulders when the top came off, and Sam loved how it looked framing her milky white skin. He brought his hands up to the back of her bra and paused for a moment, giving Alex the chance to protest, but when she didn’t he pushed the hooks together to undo the clasp, and let the material drop to the ground, leaving her chest bare for Dean and Claire to admire.
“Well ain’t you a pretty little thing?” Dean grinned, unhooking Claire’s bra now and tossing it to the ground. “Do you want to touch her, baby girl?” Dean asked, his lips against Claire’s neck, teeth jumping out to give her a little love bite, and Claire nodded eagerly. Dean walked Claire forward, keeping his hips pressed flush with hers the whole time. They stopped just in front of Alex and Sam, the older siblings bracketing the younger ones against the counter.
Sam reached out and took one of Claire’s hands in his, guiding it slowly to Alex’s chest and laying her fingers against the bare flesh. Alex’s eyes fluttered closed, and her head fell back against Sam’s chest, mouth parting in a small sigh as Claire brought her other hand up to touch Alex as well. Sam watched Claire’s small fingers teasing across Alex’s breasts and couldn’t help tugging Alex’s hips back against his, needing more pressure on his erection which had gone too long being neglected at this point.
“Why don’t you give Claire a kiss too, Alex?” Dean pressed Claire a little closer to the younger girl, Claire’s hands traced up Alex’s body and wrapped behind her neck.
“You can touch me,” Claire said, nodding at Alex’s hands, which were hovering nervously around her waist. Alex swallowed a little and nodded, more to herself, Sam thought, then she brought her hands up to Claire’s shoulders. Sam reached out and covered Alex’s hands with his own, dragging them down over Claire’s breasts and squeezing tightly, wedging his fingers between Alex’s so he could touch Claire’s skin too.
Claire groaned happily, arching her chest into their hands, and Dean pressed her body even closer into Sam and Alex. Sam ground himself harshly against the small of Alex’s back, searching for some modicum of relief. It pushed the girls chest to chest as he did, so now their tits were rubbing against each other in the centre of the mass of bodies. Claire leaned in and broke the stalemate, sliding her lips over Alex’s dominantly and tangling her hands in her dark hair. Sam could see their tongues shifting together every time Claire pulled herself back, teasing.
“Fuck, it’s always better live,” Dean groaned, wicked smile on his face. Sam saw his hands disappear behind him, and he wasn’t surprised when Dean pulled out his phone. God knows how many photos of Sam he’d taken in compromising positions. Sam wondered how many he had of Claire, too. The flash went off above their heads as Dean took a birds-eye-view of the girls making out between them. Alex’s hips had started to squirm back against Sam, and Claire’s hands had migrated to his chest, trapping Alex against his body.
Phone now discarded or returned to Dean’s pocket, Sam hadn’t seen what he’d done with it, too distracted by the girls writhing against him, Dean’s hands now found their way to the back of Sam’s neck, pulling his face around to look at his older brother. Knowing what Dean wanted, Sam leaned forward and let Dean capture his own lips in a kiss, their mouths mirroring what was happening about a foot below them. Dean pushed his fingers into Sam’s hair and tugged harshly, pulling a whine out of Sam that he was too turned on to be ashamed of.
“Fuck, Dean, please,” Sam grunted, teeth clenched shut as Dean pulled back from their kiss, his own teeth locked tightly in Sam’s lower lip; predatory, and way too gleeful.
“I think it’s time we move this somewhere a little more comfortable,” Dean laughed, pulling Claire off of Alex with a cute little whimper. Alex landed back against Sam panting, snuggling into Sam’s embrace when he wrapped his arms around her once more.
“That was so fuckin’ hot, sweetie,” Sam whispered the praise in her ear, and gave her neck a little kiss. “Can’t wait to see them take you apart.”
Dean had a slightly different goal to Sam’s, however.
Sam’s sense of time evaporated some time between his first orgasm and Claire and Alex’s fourth.
Once they’d moved into the bedroom, Dean had been kind enough to let Sam cum down Claire’s throat, and it hadn’t taken him long. Claire was on her knees before Sam had even gotten his jeans down, and the second her lips were sucking on the tip of his cock he hadn’t been able to resist wrapping his hands in her hair and fucking her face just like Dean had told him he’d wanted.
Dean had pulled Alex down onto his lap, shimmying her jeans down before spreading her legs on either side of his, holding her open and bare on top of him. He gave her his phone to record Sam and Claire, freeing up his hands to play between her legs, running his fingers through the slick that was very clearly beginning to drip out of her.
“Think you can handle that?” Dean had asked Alex while they watched Sam bury himself in Claire’s throat. One of his hands crept up her body to circle gently around her neck.
“I–” Alex sucked in a breath when Dean’s fingers tightened briefly over her veins. “I wanna try,” she admitted. When Sam had heard that he’d looked up to Alex, spread wantonly across his big brother’s lap, phone still recording their homemade porno, her eyes locked on his dick, still pistoning in and out of Claire, her lips puffy and dripping; and he came hot and hard down her throat.
Now, Claire and Alex were each straddling one of his legs, their pussies grinding wetly over the thick muscles of his thighs. Sam’s wrists were bound over his head with Dean’s belt, and Dean was circling around the trio on the bed, jeans hanging low and open on his hips without his belt to keep them up. His phone was out and recording again, egging the girls on, taking turns zooming in on their blissed out faces. Their tits bounced temptingly, and they left trails of slick in streaks on Sam’s legs.
“How’s it feel to have these two little sluts using you to get off, Sammy?” Dean waved his phone in Sam’s face, getting a close up of what Sam was sure was an expression of unfettered bliss. “Daddy get you some good little whores to play with?”
“Fuck, yes,” Sam groaned, hips bucking uselessly into the thin air that surrounded his dick.
After Alex had suckled him back to hardness, neither of the girls had been allowed to touch his cock – much to Sam and Claire’s annoyance. Dean had made Claire and Alex get each other off, leaving Sam to sit on his own, not allowed to play with himself or anyone else. The sight of Dean with his head between Claire’s legs, showing Alex exactly how to eat a girl out so good she screams, had been torture to Sam. Scorching, sinful, fucking hot torture.
“Please, Daddy,” Sam whined, hips jerking again into emptiness, the movement of his legs jarring Claire and Alex into whimpers as their clits caught on his skin.
“Please, Daddy,” Claire echoed Sam loudly, hips pulsing quickly over Sam. “Wanna cum Daddy, please.”
“Go ahead, baby girl,” Dean leaned forward and gave Claire a quick kiss on the forehead, his tenderness clashing with the debauchery of the scene, and sending another surge of burning arousal to Sam’s groin. “Gotta get you nice and wet for Daddy’s cock, yeah?”
Sam’s eyes dropped to Dean’s crotch, where finally, he was reaching into his clothes and pulling his cock free. It was stone hard, veins jutting out against the skin angry and purple, trailing up to the slick, red crown that was begging to be sucked. Sam craned his head towards the member unconsciously, and Dean grinned down at him in delight.
“You hungry for a little cock after all this pussy, baby boy?” Dean dropped his knees to the bed and shuffled so he could tap his cock against Sam’s mouth, which was open and begging desperately to be filled.
“Shit, you guys are so hot together,” Claire whimpered, her grinding on top of Sam starting to stutter, but she pushed herself to keep going.
“Yeah? You like watching my baby brother suck on his Daddy’s cock, princess?” Dean slipped the head of his dick past Sam’s lips and he latched on reflexively, his tongue curling under the head to fit it against the top of his palette, pulling Dean’s cock into a soft, wet home. “You gonna cum watching me fuck him?” Dean started to thrust shallowly in and out of Sam’s mouth, his cock dragging against Sam’s cheek with every stroke.
“Fuck, yes, Daddy, yes I’m cumming, I’m cu–” Claire’s words choked off in her throat as she pressed herself harder against Sam's thigh, shaking as she came. He could feel her pussy spasming against him, could feel the slick of her orgasm dripping out of her and down his thigh.
“Good girl, baby,” Dean stroked the back of her head comfortingly, phone left on the bed covers for the moment, forgotten. “Why don’t you help get your sister off?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Claire sighed, still recovering from her pleasure. She climbed off of Sam’s leg shakily and crawled over to Alex, straddling Sam’s body in reverse and ducking down to get her head between the girl’s legs.
“Oh fuck, Claire,” Alex moaned, her hands going to Claire’s head to pull her in closer. Sam could feel Claire’s tongue lapping at Alex’s clit enthusiastically. “Fuck, you’re so good at that.”
Claire encouraged Alex to sit taller on her knees, and she snaked her fingers between her legs and got two up inside her.
“Fuck my hand, Ally, c’mon,” Claire urged, before diving back in with her tongue. Alex did as she was told, bouncing on Claire’s fingers, eyelids drooping in pleasure. Sam felt his dick give an aborted twitch as he watched her spiral closer to her edge, Dean’s cock still fucking lazily into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, fuck, yes…” Alex whimpered, her hips convulsing as she came under Claire’s capable hands.
“Shit, she looks so wet,” Dean groaned, eyes fixed on Alex’s pussy. “She get your hand all messy, baby girl?” Claire nodded in response to Dean’s question, pulling out her fingers slowly. “Sammy, I think you should help Claire with that.” Dean pulled his cock out of Sam’s mouth and Sam gasped, able to breathe a little better now.
Claire moved herself up Sam’s torso, sliding over his dick and pulling a moan out of him. She dropped her glistening fingers to his lips and Sam sucked them in eagerly, devouring the sharp taste of Alex’s pleasure from her sister’s hand. Claire ground her pussy on top of Sam’s cock, coating him in her own slick while he cleaned her hand and arm with his tongue.
“Daddy, I want to fuck him,” Claire whined petulantly, twisting herself over the head of Sam’s cock and making him groan.
“Well, what does Sammy want?” Dean asked, like he didn’t already know. Sam knew he just wanted to hear him beg – and he wasn’t above that.
“Let me fuck her Daddy,” he hissed, bucking his hips against Claire’s core. “Wanna ruin your baby girl f’you. Stretch out her tight little cunt just for you, Daddy,” Sam begged. He needed to be inside something, now.
“Fuck her good, baby boy,” Dean granted his permission, “make Daddy proud.” Claire reached down between them, Sam’s hands still tied above his head, and grabbed his dick, running the head against her pussy a few times before teasing him inside. Once the head of his cock was in she sank herself back, whining high and loud as she spread herself wide on his dick. “Your cunt looks so fucking good all stretched out like that, baby girl.” Dean admired the view.
Claire fucked herself on Sam happily, burying her head in his shoulder as she rolled her hips back on his cock, obviously showing off for Dean. Sam lifted his head to watch her ass bouncing on his lap and saw Dean bending Alex over onto her hands and knees while he positioned himself behind her. Alex peeked up at him through her hair, flushed and messy looking but so fucking pretty. Sam’s hips bucked up off the bed, pushing a startled moan from Claire’s lips. Then Alex cried out, head dropping to the mattress and her ass pushing back against Dean, who had just slid his cock inside of her.
“Oh, God,” she pressed herself back on his cock hungrily, looking back up to Sam as she did. Her eyes were hooded, her lips dropped open so Sam could see the glint of her tongue catching the light.
“Shit, you’re fucking tight,” Dean grunted as he started to fuck Alex, hips slapping against hers loudly in the room.
“Feels so full,” Alex whimpered, eyes locked with Sam’s as Dean fucked her.
“That’s right, baby girl,” Dean snapped his hips forward, punctuating his words. “Gonna fill you right up.” Dean grabbed her hair and yanked Alex off her hands so she was just on her knees, resting back against his chest. Sam could see the motion of Dean’s cock poking at the base of her stomach. “Gonna cum so hard inside you, you feel it all the way up here,” Dean laid his hand over the spot Sam’s eyes were fixed on, where Sam knew he must be able to feel his dick through Alex’s body.
“Oh my god, please, Daddy,” Alex moaned, and Sam felt himself buck even harder into Claire at the words. Alex hadn’t called Dean ‘Daddy’ before, and after a moment Sam realised she wasn’t now, either. She was talking to him. Her eyes hadn’t left Sam this entire time.
“Oh fuck, baby girl,” Sam thrust himself harder into Claire, but his attention stayed glued on Alex. “You’re doing so good for me, baby, look so hot letting Dean fuck you like that.”
“Daddy, please,” Alex moaned again, fingers clutching at Dean's arm as he fucked into her harshly.
“I know you wanna cum baby, just hold on for Daddy, just a little longer,” Sam panted, his own head falling back to alleviate the strain on his neck. “Fuck, Claire, do that again,” Sam squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the feel of Claire squeezing her cunt around his dick.
“You want to cum baby boy?” Dean called from across the sea of limbs between them, and Sam could hear the smirk in his voice, even if he couldn’t see it.
“Please Daddy, fuck, gonna–” Sam held himself back, biting the inside of his cheek, not wanting to cum without permission.
“Open your eyes Sam,” Dean barked, and Sam’s eyes flew open, and he leaned to the side so he could look at Dean and Alex again. “You’re gonna cum with your girl, you got that?”
“What about me Daddy?” Claire whined, probably starting to tire on top of Sam.
“Shut up and wait your turn, slut,” he growled at her before turning his attention back to Alex. His fingers drifted down between her legs, and he circled one finger slowly around her clit as he thrust into her. “You gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart? Be a good girl and squirt all over me for your Daddy, huh?”
“Oh fuck, please Daddy, please,” Alex was close to sobbing now, waiting for Sam to give her permission to break.
“Cum for Dean, pretty girl, cum for Daddy.” Sam groaned, keeping his eyes fixed on Alex’s face and watching as she twisted apart in Dean’s arms until he couldn’t stand to keep his eyes open any longer, crushing them closed against his own pleasure. He felt himself shoot, hot and wet, inside of Claire, and heard her moan as she felt his cum start to drip out between her legs.
“Please can I cum, Daddy, please?” Claire whined, still fucking back on Sam’s increasingly sensitive dick. Dean leaned across Alex and slapped Claire’s rear sharply, making her squeeze around Sam and causing him to issue a pained groan.
“I told you to wait your turn, bitch,” Dean grunted as he pulled out of Alex. “Pick that phone up, you’re gonna watch me fuck Sammy, and maybe, if you’re good, I’ll let you make yourself cum to the video later.”
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Pairing: Sam x Alex
Tags: teenage angst, loss of virginity, nerves, gentle!Sam, car sex, dry humping, oral (m rec), fingering, p in v, praise kink out the wazoo, size kink
WC: 6.3k
Bingo Squares: @spnkinkbingo - Virginity | @samwinchesterbingo - Dry Humping | @j3bingo - Virgin | @spnrareshipbingo - Alex
Sam walked into the hallway out of his and Dean’s room at Jody’s house only to be met with two very annoyed teenage girls storming away from each other. He watched Claire stomp toward the living room where he knew Dean was watching one of his soaps and caught the ends of Alex’s hair flipping around as she plunged back into her room and shut the door with a bang. Sam’s eyes flicked to the doorway Claire had just disappeared through, then back to the door that was now concealing Alex. He considered for a moment which girl he should check on first, but when he heard Claire beginning to rib Dean for his choice in TV shows from the next room, he decided she sounded fine. Better check on Alex first, Sam concluded; after all, she was the more sensitive of the two.
Sam paused outside Alex’s room, ears straining to hear whatever might be happening inside, but all he heard was silence. He raised his hand and gave a brief tap against the wood, the hollow door making a reedy echo. There was no response.
“Alex?” he knocked again hesitantly. “It’s Sam,” he added, like she wouldn’t have been able to tell that already.
“What?” Alex’s voice bled through the door, thin and watery.
“Can I come in?” Sam’s voice was low and gentle. There was silence for a moment, and Sam thought maybe she would turn him away, but then the knob turned and the door creaked open slowly.
Alex’s face was a little blotchy, and her eyes were puffy and rimmed with bright red. She’d dried her tears, but she hadn’t been able to disguise that she’d been crying. She peeked around the door cautiously, eyes darting past Sam’s hulking figure, likely checking if Claire was still in the hall.
“Can I come in?” Sam asked again.
“I’m fine Sam,” Alex tried to reassure him, but he knew she was lying. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Well, it’s too late for that,” Sam’s smile was meant to be comforting but it came out a little sad. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
“It’s really not a big deal, I’m just being stupid,” Alex shook her head, sniffling a little and wiping at her nose delicately. Sam hated to see her so upset.
“If you don’t want to talk about it we don’t have to,” Sam promised. “Let’s get out of here, get you some fresh air. We could go grab some coffee?” he offered, jerking his thumb in the general direction of the outside world.
“Um, yeah okay. That would be nice, actually.”
“I’ll grab the keys,” Sam smiled, glad he was able to help even if it was just a hot drink and some silent companionship.
“Wait,” Alex grabbed for Sam’s arm, stopping him before he could leave. “Can we go out the back door? I don’t want to see her right now.” Her eyes darted in the direction of the living room, and Sam knew she was talking about Claire.
“Sure, whatever you want,” Sam agreed, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Grab your shoes and I’ll meet you out back.”
The little coffee shop in town was crowded, so Sam got the drinks to go and brought them back out to the car. Alex held them in her lap as Sam pulled the Impala out of the parking lot and drove a few blocks to a lookout point in one of the parks that ran alongside the Big Sioux River. Rain slid across the glass, blurring the windshield with a patchwork of tiny droplets, all falling and seeping into each other now that the wipers had been switched off. Beyond the flooded windshield was just more water, the river running fast and strong under the rain they’d been having the last few days.
Sam left the car running, the radio on something low and unobtrusive, letting the heat blow gently out of the vents on the dashboard. Fog crept slowly up the windows as the two of them sipped their coffees, listening to the rain and the river outside. Alex had undone her seatbelt and tucked her legs up underneath her on the seat, curling up between the black leather of the seat and the door. Her eyes were aimed out the window, but Sam could tell she wasn’t really looking at the view.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Alex looked over at Sam now, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.
“I thought you said I didn’t have to talk about it.” Her fingers picked at the lid of her coffee cup, tracing the outline of the small circle pressed into the plastic.
“You don’t,” Sam allowed, taking another sip of his own drink. “But it usually helps.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Alex shook her head and looked away again but not before Sam had seen the blush spreading across her cheeks. The pink looked quite pretty against her pale skin, he noticed.
“I’m not here to judge,” Sam shrugged. “I promise you I’ve been just as embarrassed at some point in my life; maybe even more.”
“Doubt it,” Alex scoffed. “It’s just…” she trailed off, searching for the right words to start. “Claire’s just such a bitch sometimes, you know?”
Sam couldn’t hide his laughter.
“Yeah, I know the feeling. Dean has his moments,” Sam smiled knowingly. Being the younger sibling could definitely be tough sometimes, and it was probably more difficult given that Alex and Claire weren’t even related.
“Like she thinks just because she finished school already and goes hunting sometimes that she’s better than me for some reason. I mean, of course she finished school first, she’s older. That’s how it works.” Alex tumbled through her complaints. It was like now she had started talking she couldn’t stop.
“And she’s only one year older, it’s not like she’s got decades of experience on me or anything,” Alex huffed. “Just because she’s always been a slut doesn’t mean I have to be one, too.”
“Whoa there,” Sam startled at the bitterness behind Alex’s words. “Is that maybe a little harsh on Claire?”
“Are you kidding? She called herself a slut,” she rolled her eyes. “She was proud of it. And she was making fun of me because I’ve never… um…” Alex trailed off awkwardly, taking a quick glance at Sam, who was surprised by her confession.
“Oh,” Sam cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortably warm in the close confines of the front seat of the car. “I thought, uh… didn’t Jody find those birth control pills in your bag last year?” he winced at the memory of the incredibly awkward dinner conversation that had followed.
“Well, yeah, me and Henry were talking about it, and I wanted to be prepared, but then he turned out to be a vampire,” Alex laughed bitterly. “I’ve had crappy luck in the guy department since then.”
“I’m sorry,” Sam tried to sound sincere, and not like he was imagining Alex and her now-deceased vampire ex-boyfriend going all the way in the back of Jody’s Jeep.
“It’s fine, I got over that a while ago,” Alex shrugged, knocking back the last of her coffee. “I kinda wish I had gotten it over with though. Then I wouldn’t be some lame eighteen year old virgin when I go to college next year.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin,” Sam raced to assure her, knowing that’s what Jody would want him to say. “I was a virgin when I was eighteen. It happens,” he tried to sound casual, make her think it really was no big deal.
“No way,” Alex clearly didn’t believe him.
“I didn’t even have my first kiss until I was fifteen,” Sam confided conspiratorially, and Alex grinned.
“I bet Dean was real understanding,” she giggled softly.
“Oh absolutely. I totally didn’t hear about it everyday for a month after he found out,” Sam rolled his eyes, remembering the time fondly despite his sarcastic tone.
“I know you said it’s cool but, is it bad that I still kind of want to get it over with?” Alex peeked up at Sam through her hair, nervous.
“It’s... not bad,” Sam hedged. “Wanting to have sex isn’t bad, and losing your virginity probably shouldn’t be as huge a deal as society makes it out to be.” His hands were twirling his coffee cup between them as he spoke. “But you still gotta be smart about it; and sex is better with someone you care about, at least, it always is for me.” Sam shrugged, finishing off his own coffee and crumpling the cup.
“So you don’t think I should wait around for ‘the one’,” Alex checked ruefully.
“Well, not if you don't want to. I didn’t, so it would be a little hypocritical of me to say you should,” he admitted with a smirk.
“What if I don’t even want a boyfriend right now? I just want something… I don’t know, just something.”
Sam looked at Alex carefully. She was keeping eye contact with him now, less embarrassed, though she was still blushing fiercely. He wondered if he was reading her right.
“I’d say that’s your choice to make,” Sam nodded cautiously. “But I would also say don’t do anything you aren’t ready for just 'cause Claire said so.”
“I was ready ages ago," Alex smirked, "I just lost the other interested party.”
The silence stretched between them tensely, the fog on the windows seeping into Sam’s thoughts, clouding his judgment. Sam had always felt some kind of duty of care for those they saved, and Alex was no exception. So despite the fact that it should be wrong for him to want the things he was thinking about now as his eyes darted from her hair to her lashes, to her lips, it almost felt like his responsibility to help her through this; to help her feel better about herself. Alex looked at Sam steadily, and he was pretty sure they were both on the same page right now, but he needed her to be the one to say it.
“You know, I found Claire out at a bar last week?” Alex changed the subject abruptly. She pulled her knees up to her chest and turned completely sideways on the leather bench of the front seat, gazing intently at Sam. He shifted to look at her, throwing his right arm over the back of the seat. It was so long it stretched nearly to Alex’s shoulder. If he dropped it now, his hand would land on her knee.
“It’s not that weird for her to sneak out like that, is it?” Sam knew Claire wasn’t one for family movie nights or curfews.
“No, it’s not, that’s why I followed her. She’s been sneaking out way more since she graduated and Jody’s started to notice lately and I’m sick of covering for her, so I followed her out this last time and…” The blush that had subsided a little from Alex’s face in the past few minutes flared up in full force again. “And I found her in an alley behind the club giving some stranger a blowjob,” she grimaced.
“Wow,” Sam blinked widely, he hadn’t quite expected that.
“That’s what we were fighting about,” Alex admitted. “She wouldn’t talk to me for ages and I finally cornered her about it and told her it was dangerous to go out alone like that, and that’s when she said that I was just jealous because she’s having sex and I’m not. Because boys want 'a slut like her and not some prude' like me,” she trailed off bitterly, looking down at her knees instead of at Sam.
“She shouldn’t have said that, Alex. I’m sorry.” Sam let his hand slip to her knee, giving it what he hoped was a comforting little pat, his thumb rubbing little circles across the stringy tear in the denim.
“Is it true?” Alex asked quietly, talking to her knees.
“What?”
“That guys only want to sleep with slutty girls, not with, you know…” she glanced through her lashes toward Sam, and he swore he could feel his pupils dilate at the picture of innocence before him.
“Um,” he swallowed, already berating himself for what he was about to say. “No, it’s not true. At least,” Sam took a breath and brought his eyes to meet Alex’s seriously, “that’s not what I want.”
“She was right,” Alex breathed, gaze glued to Sam’s, unwavering. “I was jealous. I am jealous… I wanna know what it’s like.”
Sam could see her throat bob as she swallowed nervously, and he imagined what she would feel like swallowing around his cock. He realised then that he was definitely half-hard in his jeans, and he wondered if Alex had noticed.
“Sam?” Her voice was small, plaintive. “Can… can you show me?”
Sam cocked his head to the side, considering her words carefully.
“Are you sure that’s what you want, Alex?”
“Yes,” she nodded firmly, and there wasn’t any hesitation in her eyes. “Like you said, I don’t really want it to be with some stranger and… I trust you.”
Sam smiled. He liked that she trusted him that much, that she wanted him to do this because she knew he would take care of her. His hand slipped off her knee to grab one of her smaller hands in his.
“C’mere,” he pulled her to him, and she came willingly. Their legs now pressed together, thigh to thigh, Alex looked up at Sam nervously. He squeezed the hand he still held reassuringly, and raised his other hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear gently and pulling his fingers down her jaw to tilt her chin up towards him.
Sam bent to her, softly pressing his lips to hers. Their skin caught against each other, a delicate buzzing pulling at his nerves as he tilted his head and let his tongue dart out to lick his lips, catching hers too in the process. Alex matched his movements, tilting her head in the opposite direction and flicking her tongue out to tap against his bottom lip before she slotted her lips back over his. Sam let his fingers drop to her collarbone, and brought the hand he was holding up to his shoulder, encouraging her to wrap herself around him.
Sam knew this wasn’t Alex’s first kiss, but he was still surprised at the vigour with which she fell into his arms. She scrambled into his lap, her legs straddling his hips as both her arms wound around his shoulders, her small, delicate fingers burying themselves in the thick flannel of his over shirt. Alex poked her tongue back out from between her lips and Sam latched on to the chance eagerly, twisting his own tongue around hers and drawing it into his mouth, moaning as he did.
Alex let out a cute little whimper when Sam pushed their tongues into her mouth next, licking at the back of her lip before he caught it in his teeth, biting gently. She moaned again, short and breathy, high in her throat, and Sam smiled into the kiss. He made a mental note of the things that produced those sweet sounds and stored the information for later. Sam slid his hands up into her hair, holding her face firmly against his and she moaned deeper, the noise now bubbling up from her chest.
Her knees spread wider, sinking her hips down onto Sam’s, and this time he was the one to groan. The heat between her legs was radiating through her jeans and felt overwhelming against his erection as she ground down on top of him eagerly. Alex canted her hips, shifting back just a little to catch a different angle and then sighed heavily, now very obviously grinding her clit over the hard column of his cock through their clothing.
“That feel good, baby girl?” Sam whispered against her lips, breaking away for breath and dragging his mouth down to her neck, to test what sounds he could get her to make by biting there.
“Mm-hmm,” Alex hummed, tossing her hair back so Sam could reach the column of her throat more easily, still the pace of her hips unfaltering. Sam pulled his hands down her back and tucked his fingers into the back pockets of her jeans, squeezing her ass as she rubbed off against him. Alex’s breath came out in a rush as Sam guided her hips against his more harshly.
“You’re not gonna break me, sweetheart,” Sam whispered in her ear, punctuating his words with another squeeze of her ass. “You go as fast as you need to. Want you to cum for me just like this.”
“Oh my god.” Alex dropped her head to Sam’s shoulder, rutting her hips quicker and quicker against his. Sam felt like he was hard enough to slice through his jeans at this point. She was so hot, writhing around on top of him like this, desperate in her pursuit of pleasure.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Sam cooed, cradling her head against him, and bucking his hips a little to give her some extra friction. “Such a good girl for me, Alex. Want to see you cum like this, whenever you’re ready, baby, c’mon.”
Alex gave a choked off little wail, her hips jerking against him furiously until she cried out, pressing her face hard into his shoulder and stilled against him, chest heaving with the exertion of her orgasm. Sam stroked his hand from her hair all the way down her back, then up again, letting her breathing settle before he nudged his face into hers again, kissing slowly but deep, like his tongue was trying to reach into her lungs and draw out her breath. They broke apart with a gasp, Alex blinking up at him in a happy daze.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Sam spoke reverently, smoothing his hands over her hair again before drawing them down her arms, fingers coming to settle on her hips, toying with the hem of her shirt. “Can I?” he asked gently, tugging it away from her skin just a little and letting his fingers dip beneath the fabric to trace across her skin.
“If I can do yours?” Alex drew her hands around Sam to the column of snaps down the front of his shirt. He nodded, smiling, and let her undo his flannel first, shrugging it off to get caught between his back and the seat. He brought his hands back to Alex’s top and carefully rolled it up her body, watching intently as he revealed more and more of her soft, pale skin, still flushed with the heat of her climax.
Sam dropped her shirt to the floor and ducked his head to nuzzle along her collarbone, drawing his lips wetly down to the tops of her breasts. He could hold each one beneath one of his hands, and he adored how tiny she felt against him. It made him feel powerful, like he could break her if he wanted to, and it made the fact that she trusted him with her body even more meaningful. To Sam, that kind of faith was a better high than any drug could give him.
Alex breathed in deep, pressing her chest further into Sam’s grasp, and he moaned against her skin, needing even more. His hands traced the band of fabric around to her back and deftly unhooked the cage that was keeping her from him. She sighed happily when it was gone, and Sam’s mouth was on the first nipple he could reach as soon as the fabric had fallen away. He suckled and laved and teased until she was keening against him, pressing his head sideways in an effort to get him to shift his attentions to the neglected breast.
“God, I didn’t know this could feel so nice,” she sighed happily, fingers carding through Sam’s hair.
“You think this feels nice, just wait,” Sam smirked up at her, finally releasing her from his lips.
“Can I, um,” Alex swallowed, trying to find her words as a blush flared in her cheeks. “Can I try, uh, going down on you?” Sam groaned, the hesitance borne of her innocence turning him on far more than it should.
“You’re not gonna find any guy that says ‘no’ to that, I promise you Alex,” he chuckled, planting a short kiss on her lips before helping her off his lap so he could undo his jeans. Sam hoisted himself off the seat and pulled his jeans down his hips, toeing his boots off on the floor of the car as he did, so he could get the denim all the way down. Glancing sideways, he saw Alex’s eyes glued to him, tracing the bulge in his underwear hungrily. Smirking, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her hand to his crotch, placing it gently down on his erection and guiding her fingers around its girth to give it a squeeze.
Sam couldn’t keep back his moan at finally touching himself after he’d been hard for so long, and touching himself with Alex’s hand just made it so much hotter. He kept his fingers wrapped over hers, dragging them up and down his length, still trapped behind dray grey cotton. The pink skin of her hand made such a lovely contrast against the fabric, and as he admired it he saw a small dark spot bloom under their fingers where he’d started to leak precum already.
“See what you do to me, baby girl?” Sam asked breathlessly, pressing up into her hand. “Already leaking, you turn me on so damn much.” Alex moved her fingers under his, dragging them across the wet patch at his crown, and Sam let out a shuddering groan. “Want your mouth on me, baby.”
“Me too,” Alex whispered, looking up at Sam eagerly. He smiled back at her and pulled her hand by the wrist to the waistband of his briefs. Alex pushed her hand beneath the material, trailing her fingers along the soft velvet of his cock before she pulled him out, finally freeing his cock from the confines of fabric. It stood tall and red, jutting up against his stomach. Alex blinked down at it, eyes wide. “Fuck.”
Hearing her curse had Sam’s heart racing, and he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his fingers around his cock and starting to jerk off.
“C’mere, Alex,” Sam groaned, still stroking himself steadily. Alex shifted on the seat so she was sitting on her knees, bracing one hand on the leather visible between Sam’s spread legs, and reaching out to grasp his cock with her other. Her fingers felt so small in comparison to his.
“Do I just… suck on it?” Alex asked timidly.
“How about you start by giving it a kiss sweetheart?” Sam suggested gently and Alex nodded, leaning forward to touch her lips gently to the tip. Sam’s breath hitched when her lips brushed over his slit and she noticed, kissing the spot more intently and letting her tongue dart out like she was kissing his mouth. “Mm, yeah, that’s nice,” Sam praised, trying to keep his hips from pushing up for more.
Without being told, Alex moved down, kissing along his shaft, using more and more tongue as she got used to the feel of everything. She wrapped her lips around the base, swirling her tongue in senseless patterns against the skin and Sam pushed his hips against her, rutting against the pocket of her lips.
“Try sucking on the head, baby,” Sam instructed, using his hands to guide her back to the tip of his cock. Alex wrapped her lips around him gingerly and gave a small suck, her tongue and her palette fitting closely around the bulbed head of his dick, and Sam relaxed back into the seat, feeling a little weightless with the arousal flooding his system. “When you’re ready, start moving up and down,” Sam’s voice came out tight, breath caught in his chest.
Alex complied, instinctively pulling her lips in to wrap over her teeth as she sucked more of Sam into her mouth. She only made it about half way down before her mouth tightened around him reflexively, and Sam reached out to run a hand over her head comfortingly.
“Don’t make yourself go further than you’re comfortable with, just use your hand on the base honey.” Sam continued to run his fingers through Alex’s hair as she sucked on his cock. She wasn’t really moving up and down, just keeping him in as deep as she could manage and suckling around the intrusion, her tongue rubbing back and forth along his skin, and fuck, it was so hot just having her kneeling there, nursing on his cock like she was too hungry to let it go, her fingers massaging over the length she couldn’t fit.
Sam would have happily let her suck on him until he came down her throat, and part of him was tempted by the prospect of feeling her mouth fill with his cum while she stayed exactly where she was, not moving, just sucking his dick amidst the pool of warmth he would spill into her. He nearly came just from the idea. His hand shot out to cover hers and squeeze tightly around the base of his cock, pinching just a little to claw himself back from the edge of his climax.
“Fuck, okay, that’s enough baby girl,” Sam hissed, and Alex released him instantly.
“Did I do it wrong?” she sounded worried.
“No,” Sam laughed breathlessly, “the opposite. We can’t have sex if I cum down your throat.”
“Oh,” Alex blushed, tucking her hair out of her face. Sam could tell she was pleased with herself.
“You did so good, sweetheart,” Sam pulled her forward for a kiss, tasting something deeper on her breath that hadn’t been there before she went down on him. “In the glove box behind you, there should be some condoms,” Sam nodded to the dashboard when he pulled back, silently sending out a thank you to Dean for always being boy-scout level prepared when it came to hooking up.
“I’m still on the pill,” Alex offered but Sam shook his head, smiling tightly.
“Better safe than sorry.” Alex found the foil wrappers and grabbed one before handing it to Sam. He took the condom from her and placed it down on the seat next to him. “Now it’s time to get you out of those jeans, baby girl,” Sam grinned.
Alex quickly unbuttoned them and shimmied out of the jeans and her panties in one go. Sam didn’t remember her taking off her shoes, but those were gone now too. Sam’s eyes were glued to her pussy the second it was bared to him, eyes searching out the glint of arousal he knew would be there.
“Lay back.” Sam climbed over Alex as she laid down on the seat, head leaning against the door. He grabbed one leg and pulled it up over the seat, leaving her spread wide in front of him. She was so wet he could smell it in the close, humid air of the car. “You’re so fucking pretty,” Sam whispered hoarsely.
He turned his head to kiss the ankle that was hiked over the back of the seat, and then kissed his way down her leg, sucking and nipping the skin along the base of her belly.
“Sam?” Alex spoke softly, but it wasn’t a sigh of pleasure, it was worry. “Is it gonna hurt?”
“I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you Alex,” he smiled reassuringly, moving his thumb in soothing circles on her hip. “If you don’t like how it feels, just tell me and we’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay,” she nodded meekly and forced a little smile, but Sam could tell she was still nervous.
“I’m gonna get you good and ready sweetheart, don’t worry.” Sam leant down to kiss her, and he could feel when her body finally relaxed beneath him. He kept kissing, sucking her lip into his mouth and biting on it gently, how she’d liked earlier, and while she was distracted he slowly crept his hand down her thigh and between her legs. She gasped into his mouth when he slipped a single finger inside, and he swallowed her sound, licking into the open space she’d created.
Sam moved his finger gently in and out. He didn’t try anything fancy, just wanted to get her used to the feeling, and from the sound of it, she liked the feeling quite a bit. He brought his thumb into the equation next, dragging it from its place in the thatch of curly hair she had on her mound down to the little bundle of nerves it was concealing.
“Mmm,” Alex whined high in her throat and gasped for air.
“Feel good?” Sam checked, and she nodded vigorously, her eyes cinching tight as he drew another quick circle over her clit. “When you touch yourself, do you put your fingers inside? Or do you just play with this right here?” Sam pressed down with his thumb and up with the finger he had inside of her, like he was trying to get them to touch through her body. Alex twitched against him, groaning and spreading her legs wider to give Sam more room to move.
“I tried using my fingers inside, but the angle was always a bit weird,” she confessed breathlessly. “Feels better, what you’re doing.”
“Have you ever used anything bigger than your fingers?” Alex shook her head no. “Okay, I’m gonna add another one now, make sure you’re nice and stretched out for my cock, yeah?”
“Yes. Please.” Alex arched her hips into Sam’s hand as he pulled his wrist back and re-entered her with two fingers. She was nice and slick from her orgasm earlier, but Sam wanted her to be wetter, so he ducked his head down to his fingers and licked around her entrance.
“Oh my god!” Alex shouted, hands flying to Sam’s head and burying themselves in his hair. She pressed his face harder against her core and he let her direct him, dragging his mouth up to her clit, where he latched on happily, sucking and flicking his tongue over it in a senseless pattern. Sam hummed against her, not wanting to pull away to speak, but wanting to convey that he liked what she was doing. He liked her bucking against him, hips begging for more when her words failed her.
Sam teased a third finger into her when he felt like she could take it, and she clenched around him at the wider intrusion.
“It’s okay,” Sam soothed, withdrawing the offending fingertips and teasing them lightly around her entrance instead. “Breathe for me, yeah? Take a nice deep breath.” Alex did as he said, drawing in a great deep breath and letting it out again slowly. Sam let some spit drip onto his fingers, then pressed them back to her entrance, slowly teasing two in before bringing the third alongside them. “Just relax and let me in sweetheart,” Sam murmured against her, and he felt her take another deep breath as he pushed his fingers back in.
Alex was still tight, but she let him in this time. Sam praised her softly, telling her what a good girl she was, how amazing she felt clenching around his fingers like this, how much he couldn’t wait until he could feel her around his cock.
“Feels so full,” Alex sighed, but it was a happy sound, content. Sam quickly withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom from behind him, tearing into the packet and rolling it across himself. He was happy to find it was one with some lube on the outside, that should help things along. When Sam looked back to Alex, he saw her staring at his cock, now wrapped tight in latex, his hand holding the base steady.
“You ready?” Sam asked, and Alex nodded jerkily. “I wanna hear you say it, baby girl.”
“I’m ready, Sam, please,” Alex breathed out the word in a desperate rush, and Sam smiled.
Moving his hips closer to hers, Sam lay himself over her gently, bracing one hand on the door behind her head while the other lined himself up with her entrance. He dragged the tip of his cock through her folds, getting her used to the feel, even tapped the head against her clit a few times, sending shivers up her body in ripples.
Slowly, gently, Sam eased himself inside, Alex’s tiny body quivering below his as he pressed smoothly forwards. She was clenching around him tightly, and though it felt amazing on the head of his dick, he couldn’t manage to fit himself inside if she kept doing that.
“Just relax sweetheart, look up at me.” Alex tilted her head back towards Sam, her eyes opening hesitantly. “There she is,” Sam smiled down at her, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek. “So beautiful,” he breathed, dropping a kiss to her forehead lightly. “You’re doing so good baby, just a little more, just relax.”
Sam began to buck his hips in infinitesimal thrusts, trying to move just a little deeper every time he pushed back in, and after a few minutes he finally felt their hips press flush together as he bottomed out.
“Fuck, there we go,” Sam groaned against Alex’s neck, pressing kisses up along her throat until he reached her lips, capturing them beneath his. As they kissed, Sam pulled his hips back and tried his first full thrust in. Alex whimpered against him, her core clenching hard around the intrusion, but she pushed her hips up to meet him on his next stroke out and back in.
“Sam,” she breathed against his lips, air coming out in sharp bursts.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sam panted against her, fucking himself back in hard this time.
“Oh my god,” Alex’s eyes went wide and Sam chuckled, brushing his fingers over her face admiringly.
“You feel so good, Alex,” Sam kept up his litany of praise as he fucked her, leaning back on his knees to get a different angle, and pulling the ankle she had thrown over the seat onto his shoulder.
“Oh my god,” Alex cried again, using the foot she had left on the floor for leverage to meet Sam’s thrusts as he picked up the pace.
“Good girl,” Sam grinned down at her. “Look so pretty fucking yourself on my cock, baby.”
“Sam, oh my god, oh–” she was nearly sobbing from the pleasure. Sam bent down and looped his arm around the leg she had braced on the floor, bringing her other ankle up to join the one already on his shoulder. “Fucking hell, don’t stop Sam, don’t stop!” Alex had braced her hands over her head on the door behind her, pushing back into Sam’s cock with everything she had.
“Not gonna stop until you’re cumming for me baby. Want you to cum on my cock, can you do that sweetheart? You gonna cum for me?”
“Fuck, yes, yes yes, fu–” Alex lost her breath as her whole body seized up against Sam, her cunt squeezing him like a vice as she spasmed through her climax, mouth falling open in a pretty little ‘o’.
“Fuck yes, good girl, such a good girl cumming for me. Gonna make me cum baby,” Sam fucked Alex through her orgasm, punching his hips into hers, the slap of his thighs against her ass loud in the tiny space of the car as he reached his peak, grunting and then going completely silent, holding himself against her as his body screwed up against the pleasure.
When he opened his eyes, Alex was staring up at him, face beet red and eyes wide and hungry.
“That was so hot,” she breathed, her face growing even more red in embarrassment.
“So were you,” Sam grinned, leaning down to kiss her gently before he eased himself out, leaving both of them hissing at the loss of sensation. He tied off the condom and stashed it in one of the empty coffee cups along with the foil wrapper, not wanting to leave any evidence in Dean’s car. If he knew Sam had fucked Alex he would have a field day, let alone if he knew they fucked right where he sat for several hours at a time most days of his life.
“How do you feel?” Sam checked as they got redressed, with a little difficulty given the cramped quarters.
“Good,” Alex considered for a moment before adding, “really good, actually.”
“I’m glad,” Sam laughed, relaxing back into his seat and scrubbing his hands through his hair in an attempt to make it look less freshly fucked than it did currently.
“Thanks, Sam.”
“Don’t mention it,” Sam smiled warmly, then hesitated. “We, uh, we probably don’t want to mention it, right?” Alex giggled, shaking her head.
“Definitely not,” she agreed. “Our little secret.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Sam nodded, starting up the Impala and driving them back to Jody’s house.
They arrived not long after, peering out the window to see if they could detect movement from Dean or Claire in the living room, but the house looked still.
“Okay, so if they ask, we went to get coffee and nothing else, yeah?” Sam clarified before they stepped out into the rain.
“Yep,” Alex nodded, bracing herself against the door to make a run for it before pausing a moment and looking back at Sam. “Hey, um, do you think we could go get coffee again, you know, some other time?”
Sam blinked at her for a moment, a little surprised, before he nodded his head. “Yeah, anytime.”
Written for @ficfacers$ 2021, prompted by @ladylilithprime
Prompt:
Michael has averted the Apocalypse, much to Raphael’s consternation, but the reasoning was sound and now Michael can try to focus more on getting to know and wooing his prospective mates…if Zachariah would stop hijacking one of his prospective mates away from his side with complaints.
Michstiel, pre-CaSaMichael, with Castiel and Michael getting together and discussing their mutual desire to woo Sam. Bonus terrified!Zachariah.
Written for @castiel-bingo
Square: Redemption
Written for @spnsongchallengebingo
Square: No Doubt About It
Written for @spnfluffbingo
Square: Free Space
Written for @spnrareshipbingo
Square: Free Space
Rating: T
Pairing: Castiel/Michael, pre-Casamichael
Word Count: 3146
Summary: It looked promising, but then Michael discovered the truth. It wasn’t time for the Apocalypse. It took him longer to find the answers to why, but when he did, he found so much more as well.
Tags: Zachariah is Not The Smartest Angel in the Heavens, Angry Michael, Castiel’s Love of Humanity, Michael Relearning How to Be Prince of Heaven, Accidental Mate Claiming
Summary: Jody thinks having Sam and Dean around is a good influence on Claire and Alex. Claire has stopped acting so aggressively and Alex is starting to come out of her shell a little more; if only she knew the real reason why…
Pairing: Dean x Claire | Sam x Alex | Dean x Claire x Sam x Alex
Rating: 18+
Tags: MoC!Dean, teenage angst, dirty talk, age difference, daddy kink, orgasm denial, pussy spanking, fem masturbation, loss of virginity, orgy, and so much more!
Title: “Dean gets DPed”
Fandom: Supernatural
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33267007
Ship: Castiel/Dean/Meg
Rating: Explicit
Tags: AU - Human, established Cas/Dean/Meg, double anal penetration (Dean)
Summary: What it says on the tin
… or Dean finally tells his partners what he wants
Word count: 2148
No archive warnings apply
Made in response to a prompt on @ao3spnkinkmeme
Created for @spnkinkbingo
Square filled: F/M
Created for @spnrareshipbingo
Square filled: Castiel/Dean/Meg
Created for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo
Square filled: Worrying neveer did anyone any good
Dean’s stomach is a knot of nervous anticipation. He has been dreaming of this for years – has tried to repress it for nearly as long – and now, at long last has he been able to get the words out, to share this deepest, darkest secret of his with two of the most important people in his life.
Five years of gentle coaxing and stubborn pushing to convince him he’s allowed to voice his needs, wants, desires; five years for this one thing to claw its way out of wherever he’d buried it long ago, to crawl to the forefront of his mind until he had to tell them, voice barely above a whisper and the words stumbling over each other as he rushed to get them out, neither of his partners making any sound while trying to make sense of them.
Written for @gabriel-spn-bingo
Square: Gabriel and Baby
Written for @spnsongchallengebingo
Square: Lonely – 2NE1
Written for @spnrareshipbingo
Square: Jack
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack Kline/Harper Sayles, Jack Kline & Gabriel
Word Count: 972
Summary: Gabriel would love to say that he has some special connection to Baby - after all, he stuck a human soul in it once, and now that human’s married to his favorite brother. Sadly, it’s just that a 1967 Impala kind of sticks out when you see it driving down the road.
Tags: High School!Jack Kline, Gabriel is Still an Archangel, Background Sastiel, The Impala (Supernatural), Breaking Up, Getting over a Breakup
Written for @spnladiesbingo
Square: “The preparation for the ritual is the ritual.” – Kate Green
Written for @spnfemslashbingo
Square: Magic powers
Written for @waywardsistersbingo-blog
Square: Body swap
Written for @spnrareshipbingo
Square: Alex/Kaia/Patience
Rating: T
Pairing: Alex/Kaia/Patience
Word Count: 1600
Summary: Alex, Patience, and Kaia were visiting Claire for Makeover, Mario Kart, and Movie Day. They had just finished up round 1 of Mario Kart when suddenly Claire wasn’t quite herself anymore. Of course, being good little witches and hunters, they immediately set to work researching and preparing a bodyswap reversal ritual.
Tags: Child Abuse, Sibling Sillies, Elaborate Preparation, Claire Is Not Organized, Accidental Murder, Original Nonbinary Character
Written for @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem
Square: Friends to Lovers
Written for @spnrareshipbingo
Square: Alex
Written for @spnfemslashbingo
Square: Friends to Lovers
Written for @spnladiesbingo
Square: Steampunk AU
Written for @waywardsistersbingo-blog
Square: Werewolf/Vampire AU
Rating: T
Pairing: Alex Jones/Claire Novak
Word Count: 866
Summary: The potion was disgusting, and Alex had told her that adding anything to help the flavor would make it useless. Shame, really. At least Claire was safe - and could hear what Alex had to tell her.
Tags: AU - Steampunk, Werewolf Claire Novak, Vampire Alex Jones, Werewolf Anti-Transformation Potion, Blood Drinking (In Tea), Friends to Lovers, Fluff
Written for May Trope Mayhem
Day 30: Sports Setting
Written for @spnrareshipbingo
Square: Jesse
Written for Jack Kline Bingo
Square: “These aren’t tears my eyes are sweating”
Written for @gabrielbingo
Square: Frosting
Written for @spnaubingo
Square: Free Space
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack Kline/Jesse Turner, background Sastiel
Word Count: 903
Summary: Ice skater Jack Kline, son of skaters Sam Winchester and Castiel DiAngelo, has a huge crush on his rival Jesse Turner, son of pairs skaters Denise and Tom Turner. Surprisingly, his coach doesn’t tell him to forget about it.
Tags: AU - Ice Skaters, Bad First Meeting, Castiel and Sam Winchester are Jack Kline’s Parents
Written for @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem
Day 29: Reverse Verse/Trope Inversion
Written for @spnrareshipbingo
Square: Jamie
Written for @spndeanbingo
Square: Cabin in the Woods
Written for @spnpolybingo
Square: Jamie
Written for @spnaubingo
Square: Ruby 1.0
Rating: T
Pairing: Jamie/Ruby, Jamie/Ruby/Dean/Sam
Word Count: 1046
Summary: The cabin in the woods was so cheap, Dean figured there had to be a catch. He was expecting bugs or something. Those he could deal with. Ghosts? Not even a possibility that entered his mind - not until he was watching people shoot them.
Tags: AU - Winchesters are Civilians, Hunter Jamie, Hunter Ruby, Referenced Murder, Referenced Rejection by Family
