You punishing sam for teasing you and being bad when you were in an important meeting (daddy kink)
(tw. crying, daddy kink.) this idea was so hot and i didnât even mean to make it this long!
it wasnât out of character for sam to tease you, not at all. he enjoyed toying with you in more public settings, he loved the rush it gave him and the punishments youâd give him when you finally got the chance to be alone with him.
he had assumed that this time, his punishment would be something heâd expect or could predict â poor thing had no idea how wrong he was.
heâd be face down ass up, thighs spread wide apart as you kneeled on the bed yourself. your hands found his hips and you got a good look at the downright sinful image that is sam.
the lube you had used to stretch him open dripped slowly down his balls. admittedly, you had used more than needed but the both of you enjoyed how messy it could get.
you grin as your tip breaches samâs tight hole, using his hips as leverage as you push all the way in. sam is breathing heavily against the sheets, with his head turned so that he could see you.
you stay seated in him, and at first sam believes that youâre just giving him time to adjust but after a couple minutes of simply staying put, he chews on his bottom lip after you still make no move to fuck him.
âare you gonna move?â he asks, attempting to shift his hips and press his ass back against you in an effort to get some friction. âi donât plan on moving just yet. i think iâm gonna stay right here until iâve deemed youâve learned your lesson,â you reply to him, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.
you press into him as deep as you could go and stay there. he groans, planting his face within the sheets. he tries to push back against you and fuck himself with your cock but it doesnât doesnât work out.
after a few failures, heâs nearly in tears. ââm sorry, okay? i-i need you, please? fuck daddy, please,â he whimpers in earnest, and you hum. he doesnât seem to have noticed he let the honorific slip out, letting the tears fall freely down his cheeks.
your hand moves to the globe of his ass, spreading his left cheek to see where the both of you were connected. âsee, sammy? when youâre good, i donât have any problem giving you what you want,â you mutter, finally starting move.
he whines and whimpers beneath you, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets below him. âthatâs right baby, let daddy take care of you,â you mumbled, and he groans â a deep, guttural sound that erupted from his throat. you could feel it in the way he clenched around you that he was close.
calling yourself the honorific while fucking him that good had him quivering and cumming onto the sheets below him.
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I have currently only written for Sam Holland, Tom Holland, Harry Holland, and Harrison Osterfield, but I'm trying to expand! so send in requests of any characters + celebrity's and ill try my best to write for them!Â
Harry Holland
Fics
Harry taking photos of you- You find out harry is in love with you when you discover all the sneaky photos he takes of you.Â
And they were roommates- Roommate!harry slowly falling for you, basically what it would be like to be roommate with harry Â
Sketches- Harry Holland x artists!reader, a moment in time where harry catches you drawing him
The Baby Dilemma- You find out your pregnant with Harrys child, freaking out it takes Harrison to push you to tell him. Â
BlubsÂ
Making out with Harry
Dating harry and meeting the family for the first timeÂ
Sub!Harry *
The boys spanking you *
Roomate!HarryÂ
The boys dating Australian readerÂ
Reader being afraid of elevatorsÂ
Meeting harry while travellingÂ
Protective! Dad to be, HarryÂ
Wedding night*Â
Protective! Harry while you sleepÂ
Moving in togetherÂ
Taking a bath together*
Telling him your Bi
Photo competition*Â
Pool daysÂ
Baby feverÂ
Him dating someone from the US
Its bed time*Â
Sam HollandÂ
Fics
Miscommunication- Sam is in love with you, but he thinks your in love with Harry.Â
Vampire!Sam x reader *- Steamy sex with vampire Sam, biting kinkÂ
Lonely conversations- While Sam was away you would talk and cuddle with Tessa, when he comes home he finds you there, having a lonely conversation with the dog.Â
Bad boy, Good girl *- You have the schools bad boy wrapped around your finger. Sub!SamÂ
Sub Bad boy sam *
Blurbs
Roomate!SamÂ
Needy sub!Sam
The boys spanking you *
The boys dating Australian reader
Long distance, reunitedÂ
Pool dayÂ
Sub sam! First BJ*Â
Best friend!SamÂ
Collabe with anon âď¸ - Sub!Sam, Sam gets cocky in front of his friends, you need to show him whos truly in charge. (this one goes off the rails haha whoops)Â
In life, there were facts. Things that were irrevocably true. The grass was green, the sun came up each day, we need oxygen to live...
Sam belonged to him.
All simple facts of life.
The thing was, sometimes Sam seemed to forget that, especially after he had a few drinks in him, and right now Dean was sat at a table in the roadhouse watching Sam flirt with some buff hunter guy.
And Dean was on the verge of losing it.
The guy said something, punctuating it with a wink, and got one of those giggles out of Sam that were usually reserved for him.
He didn't catch whatever Sam responded with, but his younger brother must be saying something good because then the guys filthy hand was moving to cup Sam's slim, perfect waist and pulling him in slightly.
Dean threw back the rest of his whiskey and pushed himself up fast enough to almost send the chair toppling.
He stormed up the bar, fully ready to punch the ever living fuck out of this man for having the sheer damn audacity to touch something that belonged to Dean, but then he saw Ellen's warning look in his direction.
He gritted his teeth, body tense. Right, he couldn't exactly beat the guy bloody in the middle of the bar. It would only cause issues for her, and the last thing she needed was the cops sniffing around here.
Dean could do without it too, considering he was technically a wanted felon.
He still approached regardless, sending the guy a glare.
"Hey Sammy, ready to get going?" Dean asked carefully, his eyes being dragged to that hand still resting on Sam's hip.
He forced himself to take a breath and calm down. It didn't really work, but at least he tried. He just needed to get Sam out of here and as far away from this guy as he possibly could, immediately.
"I'm good actually."
Dean's head snapped up. That was the last thing he expected Sam to say, but maybe he was getting too used to Sam following his every request. Maybe Sam was starting to fight back against it but well...
Sam was his, and he could fight against it all he wanted but that fact would never change.
Dean wouldn't let it.
Sam wasn't even looking at him, eyes clouded slightly but fully focused on this guy in front of him, and Dean gritted his teeth so hard it fucking hurt.
Those eyes, full of lust and want were meant to be saved only for their motel room. Fuck. Dean had God damn taught him that fucking look, the little shit.
"Sam, now." Dean hissed, tone low.
He was vaguely aware of Ellen hovering nearby, her expression partly exasperated and partly nervous.
She fucking should be, because if Sam didn't come with him right now? Dean was going to quite literally kill this bastard in the middle of her bar, cops be damned.
"You heard the kid, he's having fun. Aren't you, Sammy?" The guy smirked, radiating smugness as he leaned closer and pressed a kiss just below Sam's jaw.
Dean knocked him clean off the chair before he could even pull back, landing a kick to his chest as soon as he was on the ground.
"Dean! Jesus, stop it now!" Ellen hissed, but Dean kept kicking at the man until his boot had blood splattered on it.
He had touched Sam, he deserved it.
Speaking of, Sam hadn't said a word. He was still leaning on the bar, watching with an almost bored expression as the scene unfolded, with his chin resting on his hand.
"Dean, get the hell out and cool the fuck down!" Ellen seethed as she pulled him back.
"Fine. Sam, now" Dean gestured to him as he left, and he could hear Sam following close behind.
They got to the impala and Dean shoved Sam up against the side of it.
Sam went easily, putting up no resistance as he was slammed up against the car.
"You're being dramatic." Sam said, but he didn't sound mad.
"Am I? You knew what you were doing, rubbing up on that guy like some slut, letting him believe he would get to take you home..." Dean seethed quietly, gripping Sam's waist in the same spot his hands had been.
He tightened his hold, hoping Sam would have bruises in the shape of his finger tips tomorrow. Maybe if he covered him in marks like that he'd get the message that no one else got to touch him. Not like how Dean did, no one ever could.
"Maybe I would of let him." Sam bit, a sudden indignation in his tone as he stared at Dean with determination.
Dean's mind was instantly filled with images of Sam and this guy. Of Sam on his knees in some back alley, sucking his dick like it was his last meal. Of Sam on some unfamiliar bedspread that smelt nothing like Dean, legs spread open and ass in the air and ready. Of this guys fucking hands shoving Sam face first into the mattress while he fucked him.
It set off something primal inside him, and he tossed himself forwards and kissed Sam hard, their chests hitting together as Dean shoved his leg between Sam's to make his younger brother part his own.
Sam moaned into his mouth loudly, clearly not trying to suppress a thing as he groaned on Dean's tongue like a hungry slut.
"You wouldn't fucking dare." Dean snarled, nipping at Sam's lip hard enough to draw blood. Sam didn't so much as wince, letting his head fall back slightly.
"Say. It." Dean hissed, bringing a hand up to Sam's hair and janking his head back down, squeezing his jaw and forcing him to lock their eyes.
"Say what?" Sam asked innocently, eyelashes fluttering, and Dean was convinced there and then that Sam would be the death of him someday.
"Sam," Dean said, a warning, and Sam seemed to melt beneath his hands.
"I belong to you. All yours, Dean."
Dean smirked, pressing their lips together again, tongue sliding over Sam's lips to swallow up the blood he had brought to the surface.
Square Filled: Omegaverse for @spnkinkbingo & Wincest for @spnabobingo
Characters:alpha!Dean x omega!Sam; Sam x Brady (past)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Dom/Sub; punishment; butt plug; paddling; orgasm delay; jealous Dean; mention of sex clubs, cock ring, orgasm denial, voyeurism, name calling; praise; handjob; hurt/comfort; aftercare
Summary: Dean is not very pleased with Samâs past activities while he was at Stanford. When he acknowledges the role he played in what happened, he has a change of heart.
Word Count: 2510
A/N: This is smutty, angsty, fluffy Wincest. Dean safe words out without saying the word. Itâs unbetaâd. Any mistakes are mine. If youâre interested in being a beta for any future Wincest, message me. Itâs a specific taste, I know. The same for A/B/O. Message me if youâre into A/B/O and would be interested in beta reading for me.
Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spnabobingo
âYou did what?â Dean put down the gun he was cleaning and turned to stare at Sam with a hard and disbelieving look.
Sam continued to work on engraving a devilâs trap into the bullet in his hand, looking up only briefly at Dean. He was unfazed by his Alphaâs disapproval. It wasnât that Sam was a rebellious Omega, just the opposite. Pleasing Dean was his top priority, and he was a dutiful and submissive Omega; but he hadnât been Deanâs Omega when he was at Stanford.Â
Sam repeated, âI went to sex clubs.â His statement was nonchalant at best and defiant at worst to Deanâs ears.
Dean sat back in his chair, his head shaking back and forth and his mouth hanging open. âYou got up on a stage and let people look at you being fucked by...byâŚ.â Dean flung his hand up into the air and let it fall back to the chair arm with a thud; his eyes began to darken with an intensity that meant he was ready to punish Sam for what heâd done and his attitude about the whole thing.Â
Sam heard the tone in Deanâs voice, causing him to look up from what he was doing and see the dangerous expression in Deanâs eyes. He made an attempt to right his mistake, knowing he was walking a very fine line. âI didnât say I was an exhibitionist, Dean. Just because you go to those places, doesnât mean you perform for the crowd. Even if I had, you werenât my Alpha then. We were still denying that.â
Dean stood, moved into Samâs space, and somehow managed to tower over his 6â4â brother. âWhat did you say to me? I have always been your Alpha, Sam.â Sam knew he was in trouble, and it was causing the slick to begin to pool in his pants. âIf anyone touched or saw whatâs mine, you should be punished, shouldnât you? Did that happen, Sam?â
Deanâs voice had dropped into a deeper register, and Sam had dropped the bullet heâd been holding. He lowered his head. âYes, Alpha, it did.âÂ
Dean put his hand under Samâs chin and tilted his face up. âI think you know what that means.â Samâs eyes were already pleading for Deanâs forgiveness. âGo present yourself on our bed and wait for me.âÂ
The walk through the bunker to their room seemed longer than usual to Sam. Anticipation was humming through his veins, and his cock was hardening more with each step. By the time heâd stripped, climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself on all fours his breathing had gotten faster; and his heart was pounding. He knew whatever Dean had planned for him was going to hurt, and it would make him come unbelievably hard.
Sam lowered his head so his cheek was resting on the bed and reached back to spread his cheeks and wait for Dean. By the time his Alpha entered the room, his cock was bobbing in the air, and the slick was running down his thighs. He shuddered when Dean spoke. âLook at you. So gorgeous, Sam. Needy and waiting for me to do whatever I please, whatever I think you deserve.â Without warning, Dean pushed two fingers into Samâs opening. Sam was so wet, he took them with little resistance, and Sam gasped. âYou like the way that feels, my Omega?â
Dean found Samâs prostate and rubbed it, causing his brother to keen. âPlease, Dean.â Sam wanted to all out beg, but he knew better. He was being punished; that meant taking what Dean gave him and nothing more.
Dean pulled his fingers from Samâs body as abruptly as heâd pushed them in. âDid I tell you that you could say anything?â
âN...no, Alpha.â Sam was still holding himself open for whatever Dean wanted to do to him next, and he dug his fingers into his own skin when he felt the blunt head of the plug against his hole. He had a good idea of what was going to happen next.Â
The plug was wide, not nearly as big as Deanâs knot, but it was stretching Sam nicely and pushing into his prostate. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. If Dean wanted to hear him, heâd say so. âDrop your hands, Sam.â Deanâs voice had gone quiet and heavy with purpose. He was an Alpha intent on reclaiming his Omega and teaching him a lesson. Sam let go of his ass and placed his hands palms down on the bed on either side of his head.
Dean cupped Samâs right cheek in his hand and squeezed. This ass belongs to me, Sam. It belonged to me when you were at Stanford. Do you know how I like my ass, Sam?â Unsure if Dean actually wanted an answer, Sam stayed quiet. It was the right decision because Dean kept talking. âI like it a nice dark pink and sore from my spanking when I fuck it.â Dean gave Samâs ass a practice swat with his hand, and then added a few more to warm him up.
When the first strike of the paddle came, it was right over the center of Samâs ass and pushed the plug deeper into him to crash against his prostate. Dean varied the location of the blows to get an even color over the entire surface of both cheeks, but wherever the paddle came down it always hit the plug, stimulating Samâs prostate. âDonât you dare come, little brother. Your orgasms belong to me too, and Iâll tell you when you can have one.â
Samâs ass felt like it was on fire, and his cock was throbbing by the time Dean stopped. Heâd thought again of begging his Alpha for release, but it wouldnât have done any good. Everything was up to Dean, his Alpha. Dean dropped the paddle on the bed next to Samâs head. âOmega, I want you to tell me exactly what it was you did in those clubs. How many times did you go? Who took you there? Who dared to touch whatâs mine?â
Sam had clawed at the sheets the entire time Dean was spanking him and taking him right to the edge of orgasm without giving him that gift, and he was grasping a fistful of the bedding in both hands. It kept him from reaching back to rub his well paddled backside to try and soothe it. âIt was only a c...couple of times. Brady took me there. It was him.â
Deanâs next words sounded tight, in a way that let Sam know heâd been clenching his teeth. âWhat did you let him do to you there, Omega?â
âWe were in one of the private rooms. A few people were there, and they watched.â Sam closed his eyes and attempted to block out the memory. He had known he was Deanâs, knew Dean was his Alpha from the time he was fifteen and his first rut had hit him. Thatâs when heâd smelled it, Deanâs scent. Heâd taken that smell all the way to California with him; he couldnât run away from it. Sam woke up at night smelling cedar, bourbon, and vanilla.Â
That scent was heavy in the air right now, and Sam inhaled it deeply. He wished he could wipe those days with Brady away, make it so they had never happened. He couldnât, but he could show his Alpha his loyalty through his submission now. âWhat did they watch, Sam? What did you allow him to do to you?â
Sam took a deep breath. He wanted to cry, not because of how much the spanking had hurt or because he needed to come so bad his balls ached. Sam wanted to cry because he was ashamed heâd let Brady do those things to him when he had known he belonged to Dean, even if Dean hadnât claimed him yet. âI let him tie me up and fuck me while they watched. I let him use me while I wore a cock ring and never got to come. I let him humiliate me. I let him call me names. He said I was his slut.â Samâs voice broke when he said this last because he believed it.Â
His eyes were still closed, and he wasnât expecting to feel Deanâs fingers brush his hair from his face and comb through it. âOpen your eyes, Sammy, and look at me.â Sam slowly opened his eyes and saw that Deanâs expression had totally softened. âYou are not a slut, Sam, and you never belonged to him. Youâre my Omega, only mine.â Dean put his hand over Samâs that was still holding tightly to the sheet. He rubbed his fingers over Samâs clenched hand. âLet go, Sam.â Sam let his hand relax. âYou were so good for me, Omega. You are always so good.â
Dean stretched out onto the bed next to Sam, his hand still over his Omegaâs, and whispered to him gently. âLie down on your side, Sammy. Let me take care of you.â Dean helped Sam settle on the bed beside him, their faces only inches apart. Dean saw that Samâs cock was just as red as his bottom, and it was leaking pre come that was running down the side of his shaft, making it unnecessary for Dean to use Samâs slick as lube.Â
Dean circled his hand around his Omegaâs cock and started to stroke while he touched his lips to Samâs in the tenderest of kisses. âDonât hold back, my âMega. Let me hear you. Come for me whenever youâre ready.â Dean speeded up the motions of his hand, causing Sam to moan deeply and call out his name over and over when he came. The come spurted from the end of Samâs cock in long ropes that painted the flannel and t-shirt Dean was still wearing in white stripes.Â
Sam blacked out from the force of his orgasm and didnât hear Dean tell him he was a good Omega, but when his eyes fluttered open and he saw the look on Deanâs face; he knew. Dean didnât say the words âI love youâ much out loud, but the way he looked at Sam said it every bit as effectively; and Sam felt it.Â
Dean took off his shirts, dropped them to the floor, and leaned down to kiss Samâs temple. Sam was in a sex blissed haze, and there was only one thought in his mind. âKnot me, Alpha.â
Dean kissed his forehead again. âI will, baby. Thereâs nothing I want more, but let me finish taking care of you first.â Dean moved behind his Omega and pulled the plug from Samâs ass; Sam moaned as the plug left his body, leaving him open and ready for the knot he wanted. Next, Dean took the salve from the drawer in the drawer in the bedside table that he kept there for times like these. He rubbed the cream into Samâs flaming behind to ease the burn and lessen the heat.Â
The Alpha stood and removed the rest of his clothes before he walked back around the bed to take his waiting Omega into his arms. Dean kissed Sam, tasting him, moving his tongue around Samâs, and touching every spot in Samâs mouth until Sam was saying through the kiss, âAlpha, knot, please.â Dean entered him fully with one smooth thrust and continued to kiss him up until the moment he filled his Omega with his seed. Thatâs when Dean broke the kiss, panting and growling. He put his mouth over the claim mark at the base of Samâs neck and closed his teeth around it, but he didnât bite him hard.Â
Dean let go of Samâs neck when his knot started to inflate, locking them together while more of his semen pumped into his Omega. He nuzzled against Samâs scent gland and inhaled the rich sweet smell of caramel, coffee beans, and cinnamon. âYou okay, âMega?â
âIâm sorry, Alpha.â Samâs voice was tinged with sadness.Â
Dean lifted his head so he could look into his mateâs beautiful golden green eyes. âWhy, Sam?â
The emotion was raw in Samâs eyes. âI never should have let Brady touch me. It was wrong when I knew I was yours. What kind of Omega does that?â
Dean cupped Samâs cheek in his hand. âHey, donât blame yourself for that. You would have never been with him if I had claimed you like I should have. Thatâs on me. I wasnât the Alpha you needed.â Dean paused, and his gaze held Samâs. âI wasnât faithful to you either back then.â Deanâs knot was still at full size and caught on Samâs rim. Dean was thankful for that right now, afraid that those words that reminded Sam of how Dean had rejected him and what was between them to turn to a meaningless string of women would make Sam want to pull away from him.Â
Sam responded in a whisper. âI know, Dean. Thatâs why I left. I couldnât stand to see you with someone else, knowing you were taking them to your bed. It hurt too much.âÂ
Dean could feel his knot beginning to shrink. If he could have willed it to stay the way it was, he would have. He wanted to keep Sam close, prove to him it was different. âIâm faithful to you now, Sam. I have been since I claimed you the first time we were together. Iâll always be faithful to you, Sam. I promise you that.â
Deanâs knot had completely deflated. It was time for him to separate his body from Samâs, prompting the first words from his Omega. âStay, Dean. Please donât move yet.â
âOkay, Sammy. I wonât. Iâve got you. Itâs okay now.â He ran his fingers through Samâs hair some more; it calmed them both. âThe way Brady treated you? If he was still alive, Iâd want to kill him. You deserve so much more than that. I was just jealous before, Sam, but I didnât have any right to be. I canât stand the thought of anyone else being near you.â
âI have more than that now, Dean, so much more.â He kissed his Alpha on his full lips, and when Sam pulled away Deanâs deep green eyes were shining with love. âAnd I feel better now. I didnât think about using my safe word even once. Every time you mark me, I like it. I wanted you to do what you did.â
Finally, Dean slipped from his Omegaâs body. Sam closed his eyes, and Dean kissed his eyelids with feather light kisses. âIâll be the Alpha Iâm supposed to be for you, Sam, the one I always should have been. I should have protected you from people like Brady.â
When Sam opened his eyes, Dean could see the peace in them. âI feel safe now, Dean.â Sam was so open, so trusting, just like he had always been. Dean heard those words, and he felt forgiven.Â
Sam going out of his way to flirt with a witness. Riling up his big brother. Knowing that when they get back to the bunker Dean's going to have to teach him a lesson.
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theres just something about needy whiny subby sam that just Gets me. this enormous mountain of a human being, 6â˛5âł and jacked as hell, reduced to a whimpering little mess? begging and pleading and ready to do anything just to be touched and get some relief? sign me the fuck UP yall
Just finished 5k of filthy sambucky smut đł have a taste:
"Get on your knees."Â
Sam's gaze is dark when he looks at him, travels all the way down Bucky's bare torso to his slacks and lingers on the way he unloops the belt. Then Sam nips his bottom lip between his teeth with something like hungry, begging reverence.Â
"Make me." Comes Samâs reply. Like a symphony, a language all their own. Permission to proceed.Â
The sudden snap of Bucky's leather belt against the tile resounds brutally through their apartment.Â
"I said, on your knees, Captain."Â
And with a sly, satisfied, lopsided smirk Sam goes down.