𝒮tevie 𝜗𝜚

Now playing . . . ─•─── 𖦤 Angel of Mercy MDNI. 18+

❥︎ Stevie! she/her pronouns. 23. Aries sun, Sag rising, Aquarius moon. Argentina. Soft spoken, big hearted. English teacher in the making.

INTERESTED IN. . . supernatural, the boys, the office, true blood, anything jensen ackles, jared padalecki or jdm, red dead redemption, resident evil, joel miller, my candy love, and a lot more that I’m probably forgetting about.

This is a strictly 18+ blog, make sure to have an age indicator if you want to interact or I will block. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I won’t write weird kinks, w*ncest, pedophilia, rape or anything that I’m not comfortable with. this is a safe space for everyone!

❥ sam winchester x fem!reader

summary: you get SO jealous, you need to let everyone know Sam is yours.

cw: unprotected p in v, super jealous reader, sub sam, praising, dirty talking.

wc: 1k+

You had lost count of how long you’d been waiting for Sam to come back from a hunt that shouldn’t be taking him this long. It was just one werewolf, nothing new. Your nails were practically nonexistent by how much you had been chewing on them —something was not right.

The bright screen of your phone in contrast to the dark motel room almost blinded you, and you had to squint to see properly.

Nothing.

After a few seconds of staring into complete darkness, you sat up on the bed and dialed Sam’s number again.

…

…

…

Right before you were about to hang up, someone finally picked up; but you knew it wasn’t him, you could feel it. Still, you asked,

“Sam?”

“No, it’s Dean,” the eldest Winchester’s deep voice replied. “Sammy’s a little out of it right now..”

“What?” you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. “What does that even mean?”

“Well, y’know…”

“Fuck no I don’t, Dean” you cut him off, “Where the hell is he? I’ve been waiting for hours, you weren’t supposed to go drinking and not tell me.”

“Damn, okay Dana Scully, calm down,” he sighed before talking again, “I’ll take him back to the motel safe and sound, don’t worry.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.”

“Thanks for worrying about me too,” you could feel his sarcasm through the phone and it made your eyes roll, “see ya, Dana.” before you could get back to him, the line went dead.

The yellow light of the lamp that rested on top of an old wooden bedside table was the only thing illuminating the room. It captured your anxious figure pacing back and forth close to the door.

Just then, the familiar sound of the impala pulling up in the driveway made you almost run to the door, opening it to find Dean dragging his little brother out of the car.

“Sam?” you asked as you approached them, hands going straight to your boyfriends face. “Are you okay?”. It was so unusual to see him like this, you and him were the ones who had to normally take care of Dean.

He glanced at your face, hair sticking to his forehead, and he just giggled. No answer. You looked at Dean, waiting for a response but he just shrugged.

Almost as if he was dragging himself in, Sam made his way into the motel room you shared, and dropped himself on the bed.

“I’ll leave you two kids alone, you need it.”

“Thanks.” you watched him get into the impala again and turn on the engine before winking at you and leaving the place.

When you got back into the room, Sam seemed to be more conscious. Big hands holding his own head, you could hear him grunting and cursing under his breath.

You stood in front of him, arms folded across your chest, foot tapping against the maple floor. He could hear you; feel you, but he didn’t raise his head.

“‘M sorry..” he mumbled, head still down.

Your hands reached for his head, gently lifting it up until Sam was looking directly at you. He looked sick.

“We went out after the hunt, had some drinks,” his hand flew up, resting on his forehead before continuing. “Dean disappeared with some girl and I guess I had too much beer.”

“There were women there?” that’s the only thing that stuck with you.

Hazel eyes scanned you as if saying “Duh, yes”. You nodded your head slowly, feeling the heat coming up to your cheeks. Sam was still visibly woozy, but you were not about to let other women get near him, at least not for a while.

Pushing him back against the cheap headboard, you straddled him, knees on each side, pressing into his thighs from the sides.

Sam opened his smart mouth to say something, but you quickly shut him off by crashing your lips against his. Your tongue pushed all the way into his mouth, not gently or slow. That made him whimper and melt under you.

His hands rested on your waist, gently pressing every time your hips rolled on him and you made him moan into your mouth. You could feel him pushing his clothed length against your ass.

A string of saliva still connected your lips once you pulled away; his hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts on their way before stopping on the straps of your shirt, wanting to pull them down.

“Ah-ah,” your smaller hands stopped his, making a little disapproving noise. And just like that, his sad puppy eyes were ready to beg.

“Please, I need you..” his hands were back on your waist, but they were pressing harder now; letting you know how much he wanted you.

“You should’ve thought about it before looking pretty in front of other women,” you rolled your hips, pressing down harder, making him almost cry out for you. “Now I’m gonna have to make myself visible on you, don’t you think that’s fair, baby?”

Sam quickly nodded his head yes, but your look of disapproval made him stop. “Use your big boy words…” You pressed your hips down on him as punishment, this time dragging your ass all along his hardness.

“Yes, yes please mark me up, please.”

That made you smile, you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. You leaned in, close to his exposed neck, and licked it all the way up to his jaw. His cock was so hard under his clothes, you were starting to think they’d magically rip off and let it sprung out free.

Under you, Sam was a whimpering mess. He was trying to hide it by grunting every now and then, but you knew the sounds he really made when he was desperate, and it almost made you feel sorry for him.

Your teeth bit down on the exposed skin of his neck, sucking with all your strength, hollowing your cheeks to apply more pressure with your tongue. Meanwhile, your ass kept pushing down on him, pressing against his hard cock, until you felt like you had had enough.

While still leaving marks on his neck, you undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a loud clink, followed by the sound of the zipper being pushed down; all of this until you could wrap your warm hand around his hard cock, already leaking with precum. Sam pushed his hips up instinctively, wanting to fuck your hand.

“Do you want to be inside me, Sammy?” you said, sitting up straight so he could see your swollen lips and you could admire the dark marks that now covered his neck and shoulders.

“Yes, please baby I need to feel you squeezing me, I’m yours only yours.” his eyes were almost teary, his hands were still gripping you with the force of a mad man, but he kept it together because he wanted to be good for you.

“Attaboy.” You lifted yourself up just enough to be able to push your shorts and panties to the side, letting him help you put his cock right at your entrance, nudging his head in.

Both of your moans and grunts filled the room as you slid down his length, nails digging into his marked up shoulders — and you made damn sure you were keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

“Who else could ever get you this hard, huh?” you whispered, thighs lifting up as you started to ride him. The filthy sounds of skin slapping on skin flooded your ears and it made you feel dizzy with want.

Sam’s cock was buried so deep inside of you, he kept touching that sweet spot that made your toes curl and cunt squeeze him.

He threw his head back, hitting the headboard, letting out all kinds of sounds. You suddenly grabbed his jaw, made him look at you. “You’re gonna stare at me while you spill inside, I want to see you.”

The younger Winchester held your hips, guiding your movements; holding you still whenever he needed to thrust up into you, all of this while staring at you.

“Baby, can I?” he mumbled in between hard breaths, “Please.. I need to fill you up..” you could feel his fingertips digging into the skin of your hips, and you nodded.

Your hips stilled, he kept pistoning into you a few more times before letting it all out, coating your insides with his warm seed. Nails still holding his jaw, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his.

“I’m gonna have you walking around with your neck fully exposed tomorrow”.

hope today brings you lots of joy!!!

❥ dean winchester x fem!reader

summary: you call Dean to comfort you after a hard day at work.

cw: nsfw, fingering, smut!!

wc: 1k+

Toys were scattered all over the floor. You had lost count of how many kids were running around, crying and pulling the edge of your dress to get your attention. Being a kindergarten teacher, you knew, kids were not easy at all, but today you were particularly sensitive. 

You had already scolded them, twice. Had already separated them, had taken their toys away and even threatened them to replace nap time with extra classwork, which, for four year olds only included drawing, and they loved it, so it wasn’t really a punishment. 

When the clock finally ticked, and the little ones got their things back to reunite with their parents, you could finally breathe. Of course, you had to wear the biggest, most fake smile to say goodbye, but by now, the art of faking smiles for parents had already been mastered. Sitting down on an impossibly small red chair that was stained with chocolate, your slightly uneasy hands reached for your phone, dialing his number almost instantly. 

“Hey,” you chuckled, holding back tears so he wouldn’t worry. “I know you’re probably busy but I really need you to come pick me up,” taking a deep breath in, you stopped for a second. “Is that okay? I can wait for you outside.”

“Honey, are you okay?” he mumbled, soft-spoken. You could hear, even sense him stop and think for a moment before continuing, “I’ll be there in five, yeah?”. You nodded your head slowly, as if he could see you, and hung up. 

Picking up your stuff from the little table seemed particularly hard that day. The room was an absolute mess that you’d usually pick up and leave spick and span. But today was different, you felt completely drained and needy. 

By the time you were outside after walking the school’s empty corridors, Dean was already there, leaning against the impala, cleaning himself up. His hair was messy, his clothes were full of dirt and oil and something you weren’t sure you wanted to know. But he was fixing himself up, for you. 

As soon as he heard the familiar clicking of your kitten heels, he looked up, his face softening at the sight of you, his eyes recovering that familiar little sparkle that made you fall in love with him. 

Without saying a word, you threw himself into his arms, and he closed them just as your bodies hit each other. You could feel his lips pressing against the top of your head, and you melted right there and then. Some tears started rolling down your cheeks, staining his shirt, and you didn’t want him to see you like this so you pressed harder into him, but he had other plans.

“Hey, hey..” his big rough hands cupped your face and made you look up through wet lashes. “You’re too pretty to be crying over some little rascals,” his thumb softly wiped the tears away, as if you were a delicate doll he had to take care of. A very big contrast to how he was used to act because of what his job required. “Do you want to sit in the car with me?”. His eyes searched for yours, his fingers still tracing the soft skin on your jaw.

“Yes, please,” your voice came out weak. “I want to sit on your lap”.

With that, Dean took you around the car to the driver’s seat and let you sit on top of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder while he held your legs and kissed your head. 

“I’m sorry I look like this,” he sighed, still trying not to startle you. “I even ruined your pretty little dress..”. That made you glance down at the white cotton dress you had decided to wear today, not a smart choice whatsoever. 

You shrugged, hiding your face into his neck even more, peppering some lazy kisses there. He stayed silent for a few minutes, letting you adapt to whatever you were feeling. His pants were getting tight right behind you, and the way he pressed against you was noticeable. 

Suddenly, you adjusted your position. Knees on either side of him, pressing down gently. Dean just stared at you, letting you take the lead, hands resting on your thighs patiently.

Ass pressing down on him even harder, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you as you started to move. Back and forth, and again, and again. He pushed your dress up, keeping the fabric tight in his fist as your hips danced on him. “That’s it baby,” he whispered into your mouth before pressing it against you. Your tongues danced together and you felt that pang of pleasure low in your belly. 

He thrust up in you, once, hard enough to make your head spin, and you whimpered into his mouth. The sweet friction of Dean’s rough jeans against your drenched cunt was sending you into a loop, and you were so busy with your head up in the clouds that you didn’t notice him pulling the wet silk of your underwear to the side, to slip a finger in. “I’ll take care of you, hm?”. His soft lips kissed the shell of your ear as he fucked you with his middle finger. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder, drawing little crescent moons as your hips went up and down, trying to keep up with his rhythm.

Your gummy walls sucked him in viciously, filling the car with obscene sounds every time he slid his finger out. You desperately grabbed his face and kissed him while another finger was added to the mix, making you chew on his lower lip. “You can take that, can’t you doll?” thick fingers scissored your stretch walls as you let him take care of you, resting your forehead on his. “‘Course you can, you're a good girl,” another finger was added, and you opened your mouth as your fingers pressed down into his skin again. 

That tight knot in your lower belly was starting to untangle, your legs were starting to shake and you felt like a ticking bomb about to explode. Dean noticed, of course he did, and his thumb took care of your swollen clit. 

His free hand rested on the back of your head, holding you against him as you came undone on top of him, coating him and yourself in your juices. 

Those emerald eyes you loved so much stared at you while he brought his hand up to his lips, licking your essence off his fingers. You watched Adam's apple bow up and down before humming. 

“My pretty girl, always so sweet”. With that, he kissed your temple, and you wished you could stay like this, with him, forever.

❥ OLDER!sam winchester x fem!reader

CW: virgin reader, unprotected p in v, soft dom sam, innocent reader.

WC: 1k+

You were used to not seeing Sam for days, months even.

Begging him multiple times asking him to take you with them on hunts always ended up the same way. No. But sometimes, when you begged too much and Sam was tired of denying you, he’d play with your ‘pretty little head’, as he liked to say.

“Please, I’ll be okay, I know how to defend myself” you begged, chin resting on his hard chest as you used the kind of puppy eyes that always got to him.

“You know I can’t let you come with us,” he said, voice soft, thumb tracing your cheek sweetly. “You’re my sweet girl and I can’t let you get corrupted like that”.

“But I want to be with you..” you pressed him impossibly closer against you, hoping that would make him stay. “Pretty please?”.

He sighed, brows furrowing with that familiar expression you recognized as his focused face; his warm breath brushed some hairs away from your forehead.

“Here’s what we’ll do, ‘kay?” his hazel eyes locked on your face, thumbs now holding both cheeks. “I have a lead on this case,” he started, and that already made you pout. One of his thumbs quickly pressed against your puffy lips as he shook his head, baby hairs falling on his forehead. “We’ll go — Dean and I — get that done, and then I’m all yours for the weekend”.

You hesitated, shiny eyes staring up at him, chin pressing against his chest a little harder as his words wandered through your head. And he didn’t push you — he just waited patiently for your response, long fingers playing with your hair. He knew what he was doing.

“Fine”.

After that, things always went down the same way for you two.

Sam treated you like you were a delicate doll — his own delicate doll. He’d carefully place a hand on your waist from behind, guiding you back towards his hard body, kissing the soft skin on your neck, making you melt. Then he’d kiss you, one hand holding your jaw delicately, the other resting on your hip; never lower. Tongue gently tracing your lower lip until you opened up for him, always so obedient.

This weekend, you wanted to try something different. You wanted to take things to the next level.

Sam knew you were still a virgin. You could tell he treated you like a porcelain doll because, to his eyes, you were pure — purer than the angels he was used to see almost every day.

You were going to change that. You wanted to change that.

2:15 AM.

A knock on your door. Hard enough to startle you; soft enough to let you know it was him.

He walked into your apartment like he owned the place, hands immediately reaching out for you, his little dolly.

“Hi sweetheart,” rough palms cupped your face, almost covering it completely. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late..”

Sam opened his mouth to say something else, but he stopped midway. He knew that look on your face, you were thinking, thinking a little too much.

“What is it, baby?” his hands pushed your chin up, making you look at him.

You didn’t even hesitate, “I want you to fuck me”.

As soon as that filthy unfamiliar word left your lips, you felt embarrassed. Heat rushing up to your cheeks, tinting them a pink color.

“I’m sorry, I mean-“

“Shh,” Sam’s index finger rested on over your sassy little mouth. He had noticed the pink color of your cheeks, and the way your feet kept anxiously tapping against the ground. “I won’t fuck you, I’ll make love to you, yeah?”

You nodded your head slowly. Eyes staring at him like he was about to explain the meaning of life to you.

Without another word, he led you both to your bed. He sat down first, pushing you into his lap.

You looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for his next movement. That made him smile.

His big hand circled your head again, resting on the back of it, bringing you closer to press your lips together. His free hand slid down your oversized shirt, cupping your breasts — gently pinching your nipples until they were hard enough to notice through the thin fabric that still covered your chest.

You whimpered against his mouth, and that made him feral.

An unfamiliar tingle between your legs made you push your thighs together, desperate to ease that feeling. Sam stopped, looked down at your exposed legs, then back at you again. “Are you tingling, angel?”.

And just like that, your cheeks were hot again, your thighs pressed even harder.

“It’s okay,” his hand were on your back as he soothed you, lying you down on the soft mattress. “I’ll help you with that”.

Knees firm on each side of you, he got rid of his flannel, exposing his toned body — that made you tingle, again.

Then he unzipped his jeans, unbuttoned, slid them off along with his boxers. Sam’s cock was already hard, flushed, and leaking something unfamiliar to you from the tip.

You stared at him, wide eyed. The heat building up between your legs was almost unbearable now, and you wanted him to ease it, now.

“Please..” those words escaped your lips before you even realized you were begging for something you weren’t sure about.

Sam just nodded, once, and rolled the oversized shirt you were wearing all the way up, until it was off your body. The only thing covering you now, were your panties, which had a visibly big wet patch right in the center.

“Beautiful.” he whispered.

His head dropped to your chest. Tongue darting out to taste your nipples, teeth dragging along the soft skin to make you arch your back against him.

His hard, warm cock pressed into your inner thigh as he sucked on your nipples. You were too aware, and it made you beg even more.

“Sammy, please…” you tried, eyes watery from the sucking session — he seemed to be enjoying the sweet sound you made a little too much.

You didn’t need to say any other word. His hands were on your hips in a second, disposing of your panties, exposing your wet pussy, and he could almost cry at how perfect and completely untouched you were.

A string of his own saliva coated his large cock, and he stroked it twice before positioning it right at your entrance; one leg resting on his hip to keep you open.

“It will hurt a little, yeah?” he spoke softly, prepping you with the swollen tip. “You need to take it like a big girl, can you do that baby?”.

“Yes, yes please,” you nodded, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

The first push was slow, gentle. Hazel eyes watching over you to check how much you could take. You were so incredibly tight he let out a pornographic moan. Your nails dug into his arms, mouth open, back arched.

“That’s it, princess,” Sam grunted as he searched for one of your hands, intertwining fingers, holding them down right next to both of you as he kept pushing in.

The feeling of him, thick and hot filling you up had your eyes rolling back and your whole body trembling with anticipation. It’s true that it wasn’t a pleasant feeling at first, but he was patient and he was making you feel so good.

You cried, just enough for him to catch it, and his thumb gently caressed your hand as his hips stilled.

“You’re doing so good,” he breathed out, leaning in to kiss your cheek, careful not to move another inch until you were comfortable. “Taking me so well,” he continued. “Breathe, baby”.

The stretch was almost too much, but you nodded your head, you obeyed, focusing on your breathing.

“Keep going, please,” you whispered, both legs wrapping around his waist now.

Before resuming his movements, Sam held both of your hands above your head, his thumbs caressing you as his hips pulled back before going back in, until he bottomed out and started again; trying find a rhythm.

The obscene squelch your pussy made every time he pushed back in, was making you dizzy, making you want more and more.

One of his hands let go of yours, running all the way down your body until it rested on your clit, rubbing it in tune with his thrusts, making you almost scream in ecstasy. You felt as if you were in heaven.

“You gonna cum for me, doll?” he whispered, audible enough for you to hear. “Let me fill you up?”

“Yes, yes sam please,” you cried out, desperate, free hand flying down to his shoulder, clinging onto him as your lower belly started to burn an you felt like you were about to explode.

Your body tensed, kept still as you let go, clenching hard around his cock, milking him dry by just making that involuntary movement.

He laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your sweaty body, bringing you closer to kiss your forehead.

“Rest now, angel,” he mumbled, “You were perfect”.