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«Is it a kinky thing?» (less than 3k words)

Cursed Sex curse and marathon sex. 1.2k words

Record Sex tapes, established relationship, Sam burping the worm (sorry). 1.7k words

Quick Quickie in the bathroom with boyfriend Sam. 1.4k words

Last Cheating and guilt. 1.1k words

Share Sharing a bed with Sam and getting naughty at night. 2.2k words

Back Pegging Sam. 1k words

Sam's nudes Taking classy nudes of Sam, written from an ask. 1.2k words

Lie Ruby possesses you and offers you to Sam. Non con elements. 1.9k words

Depollute me, gentle angel Cockwarming with Sam in the bunker library. 1.2k words

Pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape Sam blindfolds you for a taste test. Smut inevitably ensues, cause duh. 2.5k words

Late night call IT Support!Sam, high powered businesswoman!reader & phone sex. 2.4k words

Wallpapers Sam suffering from erectile dysfunction, reader showing him she is crazy about him despite it all. 2.1k words

7 minutes in heaven Stanford!Sam and you finally give into your passion during a game - with all your friends just outside. 2.6k words

Thinking of you Sam pining for you and jorkin' his peanits. 1.3k words

Your fingers part my lips and teeth You bite Sam and both of you are into it. 2.7k words

Red Sam plays Santa and you tease him a bit too much. 1.1k words

Six foot four (more than 3k words)

I dreamed of the places I've been with you Sexy dreams and mutual masturbation in the Impala. 4.1.k words

Sense Boy king Sam, blindfold and submission. 3.7k words

Says I'm his favorite (yeah, I better be) The King plays with you while you sleep. More submission and a bit of cockwarming. 3.6k words

Treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate Priest Sam and you desecrate a church. 5.4k words

Baby giraffe Birthday sex, drunk Sam, effects of drunk fucking. 5.5k words

A temporary bandage on a permanent wound After Sam loses Dean in "Mystery Spot", you find him. Rough and desperate sex, some angst. 8.1k words

Sam Winchester cries his way through sex Subby, tied up Sam, hook up turned so much more. Lots of edging. 10.9k words

A moose on the loose Jealous, pining Sam turns into confident backseat fucker Sam. 10.1k words

You got me good (I knew you would) Reader's first time, lots of communication. 9.6k words

Squeaky clean Naughty bath time, fingering and masturbation, soft pleasure-focused Sam. 5.3k words

Egg-knock knock, who's there? Sam and you pining for each other and then getting it on in the bathroom. Set during "A Very Supernatural Christmas". 5.7k words

Be cool and warm my heart Dom!Sam comes after sub!bratty!reader on a cold winter night. 4k words

Holiday Cheer Sam and you celebrate Christmas with something special you haven't tried before. 6.2k words

A Knight to remember Challenge piece, female!knight!Sam x princess!reader. 8.1k words

Blood Sugar Sex Magik Sam x witch!reader, sex magic, blood kink. 4k words

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Anon requested: Priest!Sam or Priest!Dean who jerks off in the confessional booth while you confess your sins -🫎

A/N: Giving Priest!Sammy a bit of love

They call it a dog collar.

He's never known why, he's never cared to.

But right now he gets it- he's a fucking mutt.

He's already got his belt undone, the small clink of metal hidden by your voice.

He feels the guilt eating at him, like he always does. That festering guilt that tells him he's wrong, perverted. It's not gonna stop him, not when he's got you only inches away.

He can only see your outline, your lips parting as you talk, your chest rising and falling when you take a breath. Your modest white dress- pure.

He wants to ruin you. Wants to cut your pretty white dress off your body, wants to push his crucifix into your hands and make you beg for forgiveness as he fucks you. He can picture it, the way your palm would bleed as you clutch the cross. He wants to press his tongue to it, lap at your blood like a dog licking its wounds.

He stuffs the bottom of his shirt into his mouth, half to muffle his moans and half to stop it getting ruined by the sin he's about to commit.

His hand goes into his pants, a tight hiss only just suppressed. It's disgusting how hard he already is, just from hearing your voice- just from picturing you on your front as he mounts you, just from imagining his hand wrapped over your mouth to stop you making a sound. No- no he'd wrap it around your throat, he'd make sure you can't make a sound.

For a moment there's silence. You've stopped talking. You're waiting for him- for his voice, for his encouragement, for his forgiveness. But he knows that's not everything. Pretty, innocent girl like you- you have more sins to spill.

"Keep going-" he murmurs, voice hitched, his shirt tumbling back down his body. He pulls it back up, biting down on the fabric hard.

You wouldn't suspect the illicit acts being performed only a touch away. You never could- sweet Father Winchester who reads sermons from the heart and has eyes like a doe. He could never be so twisted, so desperate to corrupt.

warnings: ftm!dean & sam, sub!dean & sam, cunnilingus, squirting, fingering, mommy & mama kink, creaming.

A/N: i love ftm sam and dean sosososo much. so here’s some more nsfw headcannons i have for them <3

18+ MDNI!

‎ꫂ᭪݁ i think dean would definitely be a squirter, especially when you use toys on him. “h-hah…please….mommy..” he moans, almost pathetically. you’ve been edging him for god knows how long, your fingers working in and out of his tight cunny, hitting that sweet, spongy spot inside of him. you have a vibe to his cute clit, it’s on the highest setting, of course, the combination both torture and bliss to him. his hips buck as he lets out another slutty moan.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ “fuck mommy! ‘m gonna cum!” he groans. you figure he’s had enough for tonight, so instead of withdrawing your fingers and vibe, you keep them there. “fuck, thank you! thank you!” dean babbles as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he squirts all over your fingers and vibrator, his arousal splashing your hands and forearms.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ as for sammy, he’d definitely be a creamer. he loves when you eat him out like your life fucking depends on it. “holy fuck..baby.” he groans, his strong hand coming down to tangle in your hair, his toes curling as he wraps his soft thighs around your head. he can’t get enough of you, he feels like he has to hold onto you for dear life so he doesn’t float away from pleasure. you’re tongue fucking his slutty hole, while your nose bumps his soft clit, making him feel so gooey inside.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ hot pants and groans escape his throat, his fingers tightening in your hair. “oh fuck, right there.. mama…gonna cum..” he warns you, his strong legs trapping your face further into his cunt. this makes you speed up your actions, your tongue now pistoning in and out of his hole as you reach one of your arms up to his pelvis to play with his clit as he creams on your face, his hips bucking and grinding against you.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ sigh….i love them so much.

Summary: Your dad asks you to run next door and borrow a wrench from your neighbor, Beau Arlen. When you return home, you find your dad fast asleep on the couch. You head straight back to Beau’s garage where you end up getting a lot more than just a wrench.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, NSFW, age gap, thigh riding, finger sucking, praise, unprotected sex, risky, public setting, mild power imbalance.

wc: 1.3k

“Hey hun, can you ask Beau if he has an extra wrench?” your dad yelled from under the truck, his voice echoing in the garage.

You were sitting on the tailgate of the pickup, legs dangling, sipping cold lemonade. The ice clinked against the glass as you sighed.

“Yeah,” you called back, jumping down and sliding your feet into your sandals.

“Thanks, kiddo.”

You crossed the yard to Beau Arlen’s house, the grass warm under your feet. With a quiet knock, you waited on his porch steps, nervously fiddling with the thin strap of your tank top.

The door swung open and there he was, tall, easy smile, flannel shirt unbuttoned just enough to be distracting.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Beau drawled, his grin widening when he saw you.

“Hi, Beau,” you said, still tugging at your strap. “My dad was wondering if you had an extra wrench he could borrow?”

Beau’s eyes flicked down to your hand, then back up to your face. He reached out and gently caught your fingers, stopping your fidgeting. His touch was warm and steady as he tugged you inside.

“What kind of wrench, baby?” he asked, leading you through the house toward the garage, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

You shrugged, heart beating a little faster. “I don’t know… a normal one?”

He chuckled as he opened a large metal toolbox. Tools clinked inside as he searched. After a moment he glanced back at you.

“Why don’t you go ask your daddy exactly what type he needs?”

You sighed, turning on your heels, cheeks already feeling warm.

“Okay, be right back.”

You jogged back across the yard, but when you reached the garage, your dad was already passed out on the old couch inside, snoring softly with a rag still in his hand. A small smile tugged at your lips. You turned around and ran straight back to Beau’s house.

“Hey Beau,” you said, slightly out of breath as you stepped into the garage. “He said any wrench will do.”

“Oh yeah?” Beau shook his head with a knowing smirk, walking back over to the big toolbox. He popped it open, pulled out a wrench, and handed it to you.

“Here you go, baby.” He patted the top of your head gently, his hand lingering for a second.

You took it, then immediately shook your head. “This isn’t the right one.”

“Oh really? It ain’t?” He scoffed, clearly amused.

“Mhm. It’s not,” you giggled, hopping up to sit on his workbench, legs dangling.

Beau watched you for a moment, eyes darkening. “It’s hot as hell out here. Why don’t you run inside and grab yourself something cold? While you’re in there, get me a beer. Then you can tell me which wrench is the right one.”

You smiled and hopped down, hurrying into the house. You grabbed a beer from the fridge for him and a cherry popsicle for yourself from the freezer. When you came back out, you handed him the cold bottle.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You hopped back onto the workbench and unwrapped the popsicle, swinging your legs as you licked it slowly. Beau’s eyes followed every movement.

“Hm, is this the right one?” 

You shook your head, deliberately letting the cold red juice drip down your chin.

Beau let out a low chuckle. “I think you’re just enjoyin’ the view, darlin’.” He stood up with a grunt and walked over to you, stopping right between your knees.

“Maybe,” you said, still kicking your feet playfully. “But I really do need to bring the right wrench back to my dad.”

He reached up and wiped the sticky juice from your chin with his thumb. Instead of pulling away, you looked him in the eyes and slowly licked the popsicle again, slow, deliberate, and suggestive. Beau’s jaw tightened, his gaze locked on your mouth.

“Careful now,” he warned, thumb still brushing your bottom lip. “You keep doin’ that and I’m not gonna let you leave this garage for a while.”

“And what if I want that?” you said with a shrug, voice sweet and a little breathless as you looked up at him.

Beau’s eyes darkened instantly. “Fuck, baby.”

He didn’t waste another second. His big hands grabbed your hips and pulled you forward on the workbench so your core pressed right against his thick thigh. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against you through your thin shorts as he guided your hips in a slow roll.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, voice low and rough. “Look at you, already so needy for me. Grind on my thigh like a good girl.”

You moaned softly, rolling your hips harder, chasing the friction. The popsicle slipped from your fingers and fell forgotten to the floor. Beau watched you with hungry eyes, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw.

“Open up,” he murmured.

You obeyed, parting your lips. He slipped two thick fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them instantly, tongue swirling around his digits just like you’d done with the popsicle. Beau groaned deeply.

“Atta girl, just like that. Suck my fingers nice and pretty while you hump my thigh. You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

The praise made you whimper around his fingers. You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks, while your hips moved faster, grinding desperately against the hard muscle of his thigh. Wet heat soaked through your shorts as pleasure built quickly.

Beau’s free hand gripped your ass, helping you move. “That’s my good girl. So fuckin’ pretty like this. You gonna make a mess on my leg before I even get inside you?”

You nodded eagerly, moaning around his fingers. He pushed them deeper into your mouth, gently fucking them in and out while you rode his thigh. The pressure, the praise, and the filthy sounds of your own wetness had you trembling.

“Come on, darlin’. Let me feel you come like this,” he growled, eyes locked on your face. “Be a sweet girl and soak my thigh.”

The orgasm hit you hard. You cried out around his fingers, hips jerking as you came undone, thighs shaking against him. Beau kept praising you through it, voice warm and filthy.

“Good girl, that’s my baby. So perfect. Look at you makin’ such a pretty mess.”

You were still panting when he pulled his fingers from your mouth, slick with your spit. He kissed you deep and hungry, tasting you on his tongue. Without breaking the kiss, he yanked your shorts and panties down your legs in one rough motion.

He freed himself from his jeans, hard and heavy, and pulled you right onto him. You sank down with a broken moan as he filled you in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned against your neck. “Tight little thing… takin’ me so well.”

He fucked you right there on the workbench, deep, steady strokes while he kept whispering praise against your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that. Such a good girl for me, lettin’ me have you like this.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm built fast. Beau’s grip on your hips tightened, thrusting harder.

“Come on, sweetheart. Come on my cock this time. Let me feel you.”

You shattered again with a loud cry, clenching around him. Beau followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning your name as he came inside you, hips stuttering.

For a long moment the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the distant birds outside. Beau stayed buried in you, pressing soft kisses along your neck and jaw, hands stroking your back gently.

“You okay, baby?” he whispered, brushing damp hair from your face. “Did so good for me.”

You nodded, still dazed and glowing, a shy little smile on your lips.

mdni

soldier boy x reader <3

“it's too big .” you say, your eyes looking up at him . in the night, your eyes are bigger than ever, with the way the moonlight reflects up off them . “ben, ben baby-” you say, but he silences you with a finger in your mouth. you're trained well, ben has this way with most people … with you. you talk a mile a minute, and yet he knows how to shut you up immediately . your lips wrap around his finger, gently sucking at it. 

your eyes go hazy, it's nice being taken care like this, ben's good to you. he keeps his other hand firmly between your thighs, playing with your clit, his beard scratching against the soft skin of your neck . 

“jus' a minute,” he says, and you can feel his leaking cock press against your thighs, hot precum beading out, “ain't too big, just a little thing, can take it, can't ya?”

you nod, happily , course you can. especially when he has a gentle hand easing you open, keeping you wet and warm. 

“that's my girl,” he grins, and his cock presses into you, deep and hot, leaving your clit pulsing desperately. you let out a whine against his finger , but he keeps pushing, until you can feel him kiss your cervix with his tip, “take it all in .” you will follow him to the ends of the earth , that you're convinced .

dean likes loud little sis who’s greedy and wants more of her big brother cause he feels so good

- 🤍

And that's because when you act out dean thinks you're just needy but sam thinks you need to be comforted.

soldier boy fucking your ass raw with no contempt for you. not stopping, even for just a second, to make sure you're okay, to ask what you want. each stretch of your ass making it feel like you're being seared, your protests being manipulated into moans. he doesn't even have to give you that panty-dropping smirk like he usually does to have you falling apart under him. not when you're like this, begging for him to stop keep going.

Do whoever you think would fit this best

i like vanilla sex sometimes. do you guys like vanilla sex sometimes??? cute little morning sex?? tee hee

sam is lowkey the best candidate for this. he’s definitely submissive enough to let you use him however you need AND his dick is long enough to get you where you need to go without much effort yourself. lazy girls unite

he pretty much just lays there and lets you ride him. if you ask him to angle his hips or to rub your clit he’s on it asap! for these moments, his whole purpose is to make you feel good.

you’ve learned over time that the best part of the day to do this is fresh off the wake up. you can sit up, roll over onto him and slip his boxers off of him easily. sam’s a light sleeper and typically wakes up as your fingers slip under the waistband.

he turns his head, arms coming beneath the pillow he’d been using and lifting his head to peer down at what you’re doing. “sorry..” you’re not really, but you say it anyway. he hums softly and plants his feet onto the sheets to lift his hips up for you. he’s not hard yet but just the thought of you needing him first thing in the morning is enough to get the blood pumping.

“mm.” sam reaches for your shoulder and grabs your arm gently, tugging your body upwards. “come up. let me kiss you, baby..” he says it in that groggy, scratchy little tone of his that makes it evident he woke up unwillingly—it’ll forever be something you can’t resist.

you climb up and straddle him, the boxers previously being fiddled with tossed onto the edge of the bed where they’ll eventually be shaken onto the ground. one hand gets firmly planted onto his chest—accompanied by his own attempting to intertwine with yours—and the other is used to cup his face. sam’s quick to pull your head down towards him even within his tired state into a sweet, slow dance of a kiss. his growing stubble scratches at your chin and every time your lips meet there’s at least one or two hairs that stab at you (not that you mind whatsoever).

his breathing gets heavy midway through, a clear and direct indicator of his arousal; all of your thoughts are confirmed the moment you feel the tip of his cock randomly bump against your ass.

a soft whine of irritation comes out of him when you pull away, his hand flopping back onto the pillow as if it were a dead weight the entire time. his next reaction only comes when you grab at the base, gently gripping his still-hardening shaft and pumping it a few times.

sam sucks in a breath right through his teeth. “fuck..” he exhales, shoving both hands behind his head in a way that says ‘have at it’. so you do.

the feeling of finally sinking down onto him is heavenly. he’s throbbing a little bit and perfectly curved to hit every sweet spot like he was made for you. his brows furrow as his muscles tighten and his eyes squeeze shut. “feels like i’m gonna cum already.” he chokes, clearing his throat. your smile is a little lopsided but it still conveys how humorous you find that statement. yes, sam winchester cums prematurely sometimes. it is embarrassingly true.

“you’re dramatic.” you grunt, blinking rapidly as you take in that last inch of his. you let out this breathy, whiny moan of something almost akin to pain. “i-i’ve barely even done anything.” he shakes his head and lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding for the last few moments when you finally sink all the way down onto him. his body shivers and he bottoms out with the sweetest little moan of your name you think you’ve ever heard. “does.. doesn’t matter.” he pants, rolling his head to get a better look at you. “you know how i am.”

that’s true. you shrug at him, burying your knees into the mattress next to his hips and lean back to place your hands on his thighs. that first roll of your hips is like a spark coming to life, the second somewhat overwhelming. to sam, he thinks he might be dying by the third.

his hips jerk up into you, a once lax expression turning into tight lipped concentration. you groan softly into the air, jaw falling. his cock is so long it practically makes your cervix burst open—you can’t even make a deep breath without it getting caught in your throat midway through. you bear it anyway, digging your fingers into the meat of his legs and lifting your hips.

“guh—!” he gasps once you sink onto him, hands shooting out from under his head to your hips instead. he squeezes you tight, each moan becoming louder and louder as you find yourself giving into an easy rhythm. his perfectly smooth nose turns bumpy from how he scrunches his face up, his hands slide up your hips to your waist and the soft curves of your breasts to hold as they bounce with the rest of you.

there’s this short moment where you can feel him twitch inside you, like a small explosion against your gummy walls. it almost forces you to curl into yourself but you hold back from doing so. sam brushes a gentle thumb against your hardened nipple, mouth widening to whimper and moan like he got kicked in the balls. “i-i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum!” he blubbers, turning his head to look up at you. he has these sweet little puppy eyes that you can’t resist—well, no one can resist them actually.

you nod and sit up straighter, switching your hands to press on his chest. “it’s okay, just cum.” you murmur. your voice is slightly strained from the amount of effort you’re putting in just to be on top in the first place. you can feel a droplet of your own sweat sliding down your back, and right as you’re going to hiss about it with that same practiced annoyance you always have, he cums. and it isn’t some little jitter, no, he practically spasms. the whole works. he arches off the bed, sobs like a baby and fondles your breasts and he’s only cumming!

you ride him through his orgasm, let him squeeze you like a stress toy until his hands drop and he’s limp. “oh, come on. not even gonna make your lady cum?” you tease breathlessly, sliding your hands across his sweat-slick chest. “rude much.” he whines and nods, fingers twitching. “i-i’m not rude, m’gonna do it. gonna make you cum.” he continues, sliding one hand onto your thigh and the other just close enough that he can thumb your clit. even if it’s a half-assed job, it’s still pretty damn good. you don’t even really need much right now.

“god, that’s perfect. so perfect.” you twist your head around. “just keep doing that and i’m gonna cum!” you squeeze around his half-hardened cock, shivering somewhat when you begin to feel that tight ball of ecstasy forming in your gut. “please, please cum.” sam sounds like you put him through the ringer. he’s breathless, reddened, and shaking like a leaf. you didn’t notice how hard he was squeezing the fat of your thigh until just this moment as you stare down at him in awe.

an orgasm is inevitable. there’s no way to avoid what’s coming, and you don’t want to. when it comes out it flushes through you in waves like a tsunami. your whole back straightens out of some weird reflex you don’t realize is there until it just happens; it only stops once you collapse onto him without warning.