Explicit/16+ - biting, switch Sam and reader, rough sex, blood - gn!reader
Sam Winchester is a biter.
When he's kissing at your neck, he's leaving as many bites behind as possible. He'll drag his teeth over your pulse again and again, nipping at your sensitive skin for so long, getting hard just from that.
When he's inside you, it's only worse. He spreads his bites down your shoulders, over your chest, all while thrusting deep inside you.
When he's close, desperately close, he'll bite down on the place where your neck and shoulder meet, hard.
He'll have your crying out, holding onto him for dear life as you clench down around him, pulling his release from him.
And when you bite? Dear. God.
If you bite him hard, leaving teeth marks all over his biceps, he's hard every time he sees them, cumming without you paying any attention to his cock when you give them to him, your tongue soothing over the marks as his panting slows.
And if you ever bite him hard enough to break the skin, if he looks up and sees his blood on your lips, he's either a beautiful, whimpering mess underneath you, or his throwing you down on your back and railing you until you both physically can't take any more.
└➤ WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE THE AUTHOR OF IN PASSING
SUMMARY -`,✎ Lars yearned for any update from the author of In Passing which happens to be her, the one whom he bought a crepe for. In exchange for the sudden reveal, he decided to tell her a secret of his too! It's only fair.
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— brainrot said go and make a fic or suffer and i simply dont want to suffer so write it is. the crustacean mind is full of mysteries, but the only mystery i need to solve is if i should be impulsive and gacha ! okay anyways enjoy or something roro my shining star !!!!
Ben, Butcher & Hughie when you ask them to cum inside....
☁︎ Paring: Soldier Boy, Billy Butcher & Hughie Campbell x GN!Reader (separately)
☁︎ Summary: How Ben, Butcher and Hughie react when you ask them to cum inside you.
☁︎ Warnings: FILTH - cum play, cum eating, oral sex (reader receiving but not described), cock-warming, dirty talk, rough sex, dub-con w/ Ben, *sigh* feelings, Hughie's an adorable puppy but he's dirty too - yay!
☁︎ Word Count: 800
☁︎ Rating: Explicit/16+
☁︎ A/n: Yeah....we're not gonna ask questions here we're just gonna enjoy, okay?
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Ben -
"That's the plan, doll"
Listen to me when I tell you Ben only fucks raw. Condoms are some new bullshit invention he's never gonna fuckin' touch and you'd better not even dream of asking him to use them.
If you were a bit resistant to it, he'd keep fucking his cum back inside you long after his release, getting hard again almost purely just to teach you a fucking lesson and make you learn to love his cum, or you'll be choking on it before you have time to suck in another breath.
He will however, pull out. But not if you're asking just so he doesn't finish inside you. He prefers that, but he also loves cumming all over you, if you call out for him to cum on your face or ass or anywhere else, he gets the smugest fucking grin on his face and does just that gladly.
He'll also just surprise you with it some nights. You might be in missionary and just as you're about to cum, he'll pull out, flip you over, make you clench around his dick from behind and pull back out just in time to spray your ass with his seed, sealing the deal with a little slap to go with it.
Butcher -
He gets soooo cocky about it after a while "Yeah love? Want me t' fill ya up? M' perfect little cum slut"
But somewhere in there, there is meaning, especially the first time.
He freezes the moment you say it, a momentary blip, barely enough for you to realize he stopped thrusting. But he starts back up twice as hard. Just a little faster, but far deeper, making sure he's filling you completely.
He always talks dirty during sex, he's gotta be damn tired or one of you has gotta be upset about something and using the other as a distraction for him to keep his fucking mouth shut, until tonight. He was telling you how good you were taking him, getting you to pull his hair and scratch up his back more, all the dirty little things he always said, but after your lips brushed his ear as you begged him to fill you up, all words left him.
He bit and licked at the skin of your neck, marking you in every way he could manage before his thrusts faltered, spilling into you with a rough grunt that trailed off softer than usual.
After, he rolled onto his side but didn't pull out, tugging you against him. He tucked your head under his chin, hand flattening over your spine, movements gentle, tender even.
And there's no way in hell he ever says it, but he feels a little different after that, holding onto that moment of you trusting him and wanting every part of him as close to you as possible.
Hughie -
He either cums or almost cums the second you tell him not to pull out. If he doesn't just explode then and there, he's trying so fucking hard not to. He pumps inside you a few more times before falling over the edge, filling you up. You can't be sure, but you think it might be more than ever before.
He grins against you afterwards, keeping his cum deep inside you for as long as possible, not daring to pull out until he absolutely has to. When he starts to feel it dribble out, he let's out a perfectly pathetic little whimper.
He'll bury his face against your neck or shoulder as you both come down, panting against each other, your arms weakly holding him close, tired in the best way but not wanting to let him go.
When he does pull out, it's almost painful for him, wanting to stay inside you for as long as you'll let him. But, he's not all slow missionary, hand holding and long kisses. He has another side to him and when he sees his cum leaking out of you? You finally get to see that side.
He dives down, watching the white mess sliding down before pressing his tongue against your hole, licking it all up and shoving it back inside you before eating you out like a man starved.
He'll clean you up after, scurrying to the bathroom to get a damp cloth, wiping away the stickiness coating your thighs, keeping his eyes down. He's precious, he's worried about what you think of him, he hasn't really let go like that with you before.
You grab the back of his neck, scruffing him like a little pup, pulling him up and into a deep kiss, tasting the mix of you and him on his tongue.
"Y-you're not- weirded out?"
"Baby" You cup his cheek, thumb brushing ever so softly "You just fucked me and ate me out like a champ, I'm floating"
"Yeah? You-you liked that?"
"Loved, pretty boy"
And he just grins, cuddling up to you like an adorable little thing. He even manages to make eating his own cum out of you seem wholesome and sweet.
You and Sam had been pushing yourselves through back to back hunts for weeks, staying up late to research, waking up early to get a jump on going over crime scenes and talking to family members of victims. You'd been pushing yourselves too hard and it was finally starting to catch up to you.
You were sorting through the bloodied up clothes you had to fit in your bag somewhere away from the clean ones, when you felt a hand clamp down on your arm, tugging you back until your feet got caught behind each other, landing on the mattress with a thud.
"Sam!" You batted at him arms, feeling both of them close around you.
He didn't respond, merely humming as he brought you into his chest, caging you in.
"Baby, we need to clean up, and shower, and get ready for bed-"
"We're in bed, honey" He mumbled, nuzzling closer, lips against your temple, too tired to even press a kiss there.
"You know what I mean"
"Gimme five minutes. Then you can get up"
"Sam, I just need-"
"You need to stay, for four and a half minutes"
"C'mon, I-"
"Four and a half minutes, that's all I'm asking"
"Fine" You huffed, pretending not to be tempted to stay.
Your forehead shifted to rest against his shoulder, his warmth beginning to soak in, luring you to rest.
"Four and a half minutes" You slurred, melting into his hold "Tha's all"
"Four and a half minutes, baby" Sam's hand smoothed up and down your back, keeping you close.
Participants: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Requirements: All observers should be over the age of sixteen and come to the study with an open mind
Let's put this theory to the test, shall we?
Castiel -
Cas gets even more unimaginably clingy. Once he experiences touch with you, how kind and gentle and perfect it can be, he craves it. In every setting. But when it comes to sex, he's a hell of a lot worse. He can hold your hand and stand ridiculously close to you in public, that's fine, sweet even, but when he gives you that look that you know means trouble, that's when it gets complicated. You can't count the number of times you've fucked in broom closet or bathroom stall. He doesn't really like quickies, he prefers to take his time and show you how he worships you through his touch, but when he always wants to feel every part of you and more, behind the back of an abandonded gas station is the only option some days. He sees his relationship with Sam and Dean to be extremely close and trusted, so he doesn't quite understand that he can't just haul you into his lap in the back of the Impala, despite his sound reasoning that if you're just sitting there for hours on end, you may as well enjoy yourselves. Dean might get on board with the idea, but that's a story for another day. Whenever you do have enough time to properly feel each other, his face is always pressed up against the side of yours or in the crook of your neck when he's been needy. When he feels that pull for you deep inside his vessel, he has to be as close to you as possible. He usually needs to look into your eyes, but when he's desperate for you, he just needs to feel as much of your skin against his as he possibly can.
Dean -
Dean is such a subby little thing. He goes one of two ways when he's desperate. Either he gets whiny, pressing up against you, playing with your hands when you're near him, leaving messy, wet kisses all over your neck and blabbering nonsense at you just so your pretty eyes will look at him- or he's a brat. He'll sass you any chance he gets, disobeying you in every small way he can, arguing with you over dumb shit just for the sake of it. He'll ask you why he has to pick up the towel he left on the floor, what difference it makes, why can't you just do it, everything he knows will piss you off. Just to work you up enough to slam him against a wall when you get back to your room. Enough to get you to use that tone that sounds like you hate him despite it being the exact opposite. Enough to get you to force him to beg and whine and cry for you to touch him, even for you to just let him rut pathetically against your foot, humping your leg like a fucking dog. When he needs you, he needs you. He needs you to fuck all the worthless thoughts out of his pretty little head and use him like your own personal stress-relief toy, and he fucking melts under your touch.
Sam -
When Sam gets needy, he craves you. It's animal, carnal, all-consuming and insanely hot. His desire is pure and raw and only for you. Nothing else will satisfy him. He just needs to slide into you, to come home. He'll bury himself inside you, all the way to the hilt, and just still for a moment. It's overwhelming like this, your wet heat wrapped around him, the feeling of your body pressed up against his, your sounds filling his ears like a sinful symphony. And when he moves, it's with everything he has and is. No shallow thrusts, no rocking of his hips, he's pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making sure you both feel everything humanly possible. There are those few times where he'll let you take over, the days when he needs to get lost underneath you, but more often than not, what he really needs is to know he's enough for you. To know he can make you feel every pleasure in the world with nothing but his own body. After all, he'll always be the little kid trying to prove himself, no matter how many times you tell him he's more than enough. Which isn't always a bad thing.
Participants: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Requirements: All observers must be over the age of sixteen and come to the study with an open mind
Let's test this theory, shall we?
Castiel -
He's confused at first. He's done his…research. Which has come up inconclusive. Porn shows people who enjoy internal and external ejaculation, and when he asks what you prefer, you almost spit out your drink. "I-I mean, internal? I guess? Cas just fuck me" He looks at you funny, like you're the one asking a very odd question in an even more strange manner "I just want to know what your preference is so I can do exactly as you like" you have to pull him close, enough for him to feel you pressed against his body "My preference is you, Angel. However it cums. Get it? However it-" and before you can continue, he whisks you to your bedroom, kissing you deeply. He might not really understand your humor, but it means a lot to him that you still make jokes and share your thoughts with him, so he fucks your brains out as a way of saying thank you. For trusting him with your mind and body, considering every time he says it you ask him why he says weird shit like that, but you smile like he's your world, so he sees it as a good thing.
Dean -
It depends on the day, really. Dean likes cumming anywhere he can see, because he loves laying his claim over you. He's pathetic and clingy when he really falls for someone, desperate to keep them and make sure they really are his, so any form of claim, on you or him, is a must. He's just a sad little thing that needs love, so if he can cum over your chest or face when you give him head, if he can see the sticky white substance dripping over you and see you looking up at him with those eyes, those eyes he fucking adores, he's over the moon. But when he's buried to the hilt inside you, feeling you clench around him and hold him there like you actually want him to stay? He'll cum so deep inside you, so far you didn't know he could possibly go that much further, but he does and when his pretty green eyes find yours, you don't remember feeling anything like it before, feeling so much just from his eyes.
Sam -
The poor thing feels fucking guilty. When he's thrusting into you, hitting that spot inside that makes your eyes roll back, he lets out this half whine of a sound when he's close. He stutters, eyes glassy as he tries to keep his composure, voice breathy and broken as he whispers against your temple "Gonna- gonna cum, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna-" and on the rare ocassion he isn't wearing protection, knowing he'll just pull out, sometimes it's too much and he buries himself deep, shooting ropes into you, more than usual, feeling your walls drag him in so fucking tight. He apologises and apologises, feeling like he's killed your puppy he's such a wreck, but he gets addicted. He'll pull out if you ask him to, it's just those very few random times after a hunt when he almost lost you that make him this desperate and needy, wanting nothing more than to keep you as close as possible, but he's a gentleman. He always eats his cum out of you after, he cleans up after himself.
Sleepy sex might very well be Dean's favourite type of sex.
See how he rests his cheek on the pillow and keeps one arm under it? You're the pillow. That's your stomach or chest and his arm is around you, tucking under your ass and back, holding you there like his perfect pillow person.
Explicit/16+ - grinding/dry humping, spooning sex - gn!reader
We've got two scenarios here:
1, you wake up first.
If this happens and you're burrowing even further into his arms, seeking out warmth and just him. He'll subconsciously tighten his arms around you even in sleep wanting you to be as close as possible.
If you throw a leg over his, you can feel him half hard through his boxers. You start to push closer, grinding just a little, and Dean mimics your movements, still asleep.
He wakes up eventually, eyes barely fluttering open, just quietly chasing friction with you.
When you both cum, it's with a little moan of each other's names into the others mouth, pressed together in a sleepy, lazy kiss.
or
2, Dean wakes up first.
He hums as he pulls you closer, slotting his body against yours.
He wakes up half hard, and he starts grinding into your ass, just enough to alleviate the pressure when you wake up.
"Hm" You stir, looking back over your shoulder "G'morning to you too"
"Mornin' Sweetheart"
He leans over for a quick kiss when you both fall back to the pillow, too tired to do anything proper.
He leaves sloppy, barely there kisses to the back of your neck, hands sliding under the old shirt of his you're wearing, hands slightly chilling against your skin, reaching up.
"Dean" You murmur, eyes shut again.
"Y'wanna have some fun, Sugar?"
You don't answer, merely pressing your hips back into him, brushing your ass over his bulge.
He lets out a low, quiet chuckle, fingertips hooking under the band of your underwear, pulling it down just enough to free your ass.
He rocks into you slowly through the morning, easing you both into the day, a calm release overtaking you. No screaming, no shaking, just like a nice, comfortable breath out, all fuzzy and even more cuddly after
Theory: What are their favourite positions in bed?
Participants: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Requirements: All observers should be over the age of sixteen and come to the study with an open mind
Let's put this theory to the test, shall we?
Castiel -
Cas is a missionary man Angel through and through. He loves any position where he can see your face, the way it contorts with pleasure, each expression you make when he touches you here or kisses you there. If he had to pick his favourite part of you, it'd have to be your eyes. Being able to see everything inside you with one glance. Your eyes will never lie to him, and he loves looking into them when you fall apart. He does like having you in his lap sometimes because then he gets to look up at you, as he should. He's happy to do whatever you want to do, but he does love being in control. Not in a way that makes you powerless, never, but in a way that makes him feel like he can finally do something right. He proves himself with every thrust, he's there to make you feel good, and he'll do absolutely everything in his power to do that. Sometimes even using his Grace, but that's a story for another day.
Dean -
Dean and riding go together like Dean and cowboys. If you throw on a cowboy hat, he's borderline whimpering, if you bust out the boots too, he's burying his face in your neck to keep his pathetic little sounds down. He's more than happy with reverse too, which sometimes leads to doggy if you're starting to get tired and he gets needy. He is a huge fan of dry humping too, but let's not get ahead of ourselves here. Dean likes pretty much every position really. Though he is partial to sleepy morning sex with your leg throw lazily over his waist. Again, face to face or from behind, as long as he gets to slowly rut into you and whisper the most surprisingly sweet words against your skin between kisses. In the mornings, he's hazy enough to let his guard down and say all the things he means but never lets out.
Sam -
Mr Puppy Eyes loves doggy, who here is surprised? Sam's an ass man so he loves doggy. He's too much of a control freak for reverse riding though. When he fucks, he fucks. Very randomly he'll submit to you, but there's gotta be mountains worth of trust between you for him to even consider it. Generally, whether you're a lifelong soulmate or a once in a blue moon hookup, he's in control and he'll break you apart. He needs to. He can't feel anything unless you're cumming at least three times. Bare minimum. But, he gets off on connection. He craves it. That's why mirror sex is a must for Sammy. He can see you, the way you moan and cry while he drives into you, and still lean over your back to lay heavy kisses and bites along your neck and shoulders, hips pistoning into you from behind. Maybe a hand in your hair for good measure.
