#dom!sam x sub!reader

[octoberclidan]

Giving Up Control

Request: can you do one with sam as a top and being rlly rough, and one (SEPERATE FANFICS OFC) as dean rlly submissive w/ lots of wimpering

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Note: this is 18+. Do not read this if you're under 18.

Dean's Version

Masterlist

Story:

"Sam, I said I was sorry", [Y/N] said as she followed him through the door into their motel room. He didn't look back at her as he set his bag down on the bed and began to route through it. She sighed and closed the door behind her. "Sam?" She said as she walked over to him. She lifted her hand, hesitantly, before reaching up to place it on the back of his shoulder, but he immediately shrugged it off and continued to look through his bag. "The silent treatment? Really?"

He scoffed at her and pulled out a clean shirt and boxers, shaking his head and he closed the bag again. He turned to walk towards the bathroom but she grabbed his arm. He turned around and glared down at her, his nostrils flaring. "Do you have any idea how fucking stupid your little stunt back there was?"

"Yes, I do, that's why I said sorry".

"Oh okay, yeah, you said sorry, that makes it all better".

"I don't know what else you want me to say. I made a mistake Sam, it's not like you've never done that".

"That's not the issue and you know that! The issue is I don't know if I can trust you, [Y/N]. When I take you on hunts with me, I need to be able to trust you to use your fucking head and not step right in front of danger just because you have this need to be the one in control all the time. I told you to stay put and you didn't, you made your own wreckless decision and two vampires got away".

"I know! I fucked up, and anyone they hurt will be on me, I know that Sam, I don't need you to tell me!"

Sam sighed and turned away from her, running his hand down his face in frustration. "It's not just that, [Y/N]. You nearly got seriously hurt too, and it would've been on my watch".

"You're not responsible for me. I'm responsible for my own actions. If I get hurt, it's on my own watch".

"That's not how this works", he said, turning back around to her and pointing between the two of them. "We're supposed to work together, you're supposed to follow my orders when it gets dangerous".

"Okay, you need to back up a bit", she said, settling her hands on her hips and furrowing her brows at him. "I'm your girlfriend, not your soldier, I'm not 'supposed' to follow anyone's orders".

"Would it kill you to follow direction for once? Give up control for once?" He was breathing heavily, his fists clenched to keep himself still.

"And just let you control everything? Tell me where to go, what to do, what to say?"

"Yes". He stepped towards her and she instinctualy stepped back. "Just let me look after you, keep you safe".

"I don't need you to look after me, I need a partner".

"I am your partner". He took a few more steps towards her, and she backed up until the motel room's wall stopped her. "I've been hunting since I was a kid, you've been hunting for less than a year, don't you trust me to know what I'm doing?"

"I do, but-"

"But you want to be the one in charge all the time. I know, it's part of your personality. I bet you couldn't let someone else take control even if you wanted to". He was staring down at her now, forcing her to look up, her head against the wall and his hips only inches from her stomach.

"I bet I could".

Before she could comprehend what was happening, Sam's lips were on hers and she was being lifted up by her thighs and pressed into the wall. His tongue instantly forced its way into her mouth, not that she made any attempt to block it, and she reached up to grab his hair, causing him to groan into her mouth. He kept his grip tight on one thigh, digging his fingers into it, while his other slipped under her ass, squeezing it. He smirked against her lips as she moaned, trying to grind against him. He pulled back slightly to kiss her jawline up to her ear. "Stop moving, you're giving up control, you're only going to do what I say you can do", his low voice rumbled against the side of her face and she nodded enthusiastically. Sam wasn't exactly gentle or cautious in bed, but she'd never seen this side of him before, he'd never been this dominant with her, and she'd never been so turned on.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he let go of her other thigh to hold her ass with both hands, hoisting her up and stepping away from the wall. He turned around and walked towards the bed, not letting his lips leave her neck as he did. She squeaked in surprise as he threw her down on the bed and ripped her flannel open, scattering buttons all across the room. As she stared up at him she could still see anger and frustration, and she thought for a moment that if she were a vampire or demon looking up at Sam Winchester right now, she'd be terrified. She wasn't scared at all as he leaned over to man-handle her arms out of the flannel and throw it across the room; she knew that even though this was about Sam being in control, one 'stop' from her and he'd be off her without a second thought.

He crawled on top of her, shoving his thigh between her legs as he pulled her bra down to pinch her nipples. He smirked as she gasped and grabbed his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something that would help ground her. He leaned down to kiss her, biting at her lips and groping at her breasts. Her hands moved up to grasp his hair again, pulling slightly and making him moan into her mouth. He leaned back and knelt, one knee still between her thighs, applying pressure in just the right spot. He stared down at her and trailed his fingers from her neck, down between her breasts, down her stomach, and stopping at the top of her jeans. He unbuttoned them and began to pull them down her legs, letting her wiggle her hips to help him, taking her panties with them. She lay there completely bare in front of a completely clothed Sam, but when she reached for his belt he grabbed her hands and chuckled, shaking his head.

"You don't get to touch me tonight. This is about me being in control, not you. This is about me taking what I want, and giving what I want. Roll over, stick your ass up for me and keep your head on the pillow". She looked up at him, slightly shocked by his demanding tone, and when she didn't answer, he raised his eyebrow at her. He pinched her thigh and she squealed before scrambling to turn over and do as he asked. She could feel how wet she was, she never thought she'd be so turned on by being submissive, but here she was. She felt Sam grab her ass cheeks and squeeze. She could tell that he was almost hesitant as he let go with one hand, and she was about to try and look around to see what he was doing when she was pushed forward slightly by a smack.

"Sam!" She gasped, and he smirked to himself, feeling relieved that her tone had obvious hints of pleasure in it, and he soothingly rubbed the place that his hand had just hit.

"Count".

"What?"

"Count for me. That was for this hunt, but you've acted wrecklessly on at least the last four too. Count".

"...one?"

"Good girl", he gently rubbed her ass again and she good feel herself blush. Sam didn't typically use pet names in bed, and when he did, it was usually something like 'baby', or 'sweetheart'. Hearing his deep voice call her a good girl for doing as he ask triggered something inside her, a need to please him again, to be praised by him again. She bit her lip in anticipation as his hand left her ass again, and this time when he smacked her she moaned.

"Two!"

"So good. You're being so, so good for me", he said as he lifted his hand again, this time smacking down a bit harder.

"Sam!" She shouted, grabbing the pillow beneath her in her fists.

"You having trouble counting?"

"No! Three, Sam, three!"

"There we go, just two more, can you do that?"

"Yes... yes, I'm ready", she nodded, tightening her grip on the pillow as Sam's hand slammed into her ass. "Fuck... four!"

"One more..." He said as he lifted his hand for the final time, looking down at the red mark he'd left and making a mental note to put some cream onto it later. He had to admit though, he liked seeing his handprint on her ass. He smacked her one last time, a bit lighter than the last one so as to not cause too much pain.

"Five", she breathed out, the stinging lessening as Sam rubbed gently circles on her.

"Thank you, [Y/N], you did so well", he said. She could hear his zipper going down, and she breathed in deeply in anticipation. She usually preferred to be able to see him when they had sex, to kiss him and look at him, but in this moment, she was finding it easier to be submissive while not looking at him. One of his hands slipped down under her, and his finger circled her clit, applying just a little bit of pressure. She moaned as his finger left her clit, trailing through her wetness until he dipped it inside of her. "Fuck, you're soaked", he groaned, slipping a second finger inside. He curled them and dragged up and down her walls, reaching his free hand under to pay more attention to her clit.

"Sam... please fuck me".

"You asked so nicely, how could I say no to that?" He chuckled as he took his fingers back and pushed his jeans and boxers down to around his knees. He was already completely hard and standing tall, and he immediately pushed into her, filling her up completey. They moaned in unison at the familiar feeling of each other, and Sam began thrusting in and out as far as he could go, slamming into her hard and making her scream his name, which only encouraged him more.

He reached over her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, his other hand reaching under to wrap around her breasts as he pulled her upwards, pressing her back against his chest and nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. He continued to pump in and out of her while nipping, licking, and kissing at her neck and shoulder, his fingers taking turns between playing with her nipples and reaching down to play with her clit. "Taking me so well... fucking perfect".

"Sam... I need to cum", she groaned, feeling herself tighten around him as she felt her climax getting closer.

"Then cum... cum around my cock, be good and make me cum with you". He breathed heavily against her neck as he felt her come undone around him, the waves of her orgasm pushing him over the edge too as he released inside of her. "Fuck", he breathed out, trying to catch his breath as she did the same. He slowly pulled out of her and let her down onto the bed, before falling down beside her. She turned her head to look over at him, and was surprised at how sweet and kind and full of adoration he looked. He reached over to brush her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear as he chuckled. "That was something".

"Yeah", she sighed. "Definitely something".

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, his brows furrowing together in concern, but she was quick to shake her head.

"No, you didn't. Well, I mean my ass is definitely gonna be sore tomorrow", she giggled, "but I really needed that. I didn't know I did, but I did".

"Yeah... about that", he smiled, leaning over to press his lips to her forehead quickly before sitting up and reaching down to pull his boxers and jeans back up. "I have some cream in my hunting bag, I haven't used it yet but it's supposed to help calm bruises and stuff, I'll put some on you, just stay on your stomach while I get it". Before he could get off the bed, she grabbed his wrist and he looked back down at her.

"I love you, Sam".

"I love you too [Y/N]", he smiled down at her, noticing how tired she looked as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "Let's take care of you, then get some sleep".

The end

Dean's Version

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[negans-lucille-tblr]

Go Easy | Sam Winchester Oneshot

Summary: Sam’s hiding a part of himself from his new, inexperienced girlfriend, but maybe he doesn’t have to. 

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Tags: teasing, flirting, mentions of virginity, mentions of liking younger women, angst, mentions of BDSM, Dom/sub vibes, mild BDSM, bondage, fingering, p in v

WC: ± 2.8K A/Ns: This was commissioned by someone who would like to remain anonymous! Hope you like it!

Sam Winchester Masterlist

“So, how did you two meet again?” 

There’s a sparkle in Dean’s green eyes that Sam knows only too well means that Dean hasn’t forgotten at all, and he’s only asking the question for one reason; to tease the living fuck out of him. 

“Urm, at the college library,” Y/N replies softly, clearing her throat and offering his brother a polite smile as she reaches for her glass of wine. 

“Of course you did,” Dean chuckles, “so you’re one of these brainy young professors too?” 

“Urr…” Y/N glances nervously at him, and Sam knows it’s his turn to step in and save her. 

“No, actually, Y/N is a student,” Sam needlessly reminds his brother, unashamedly. 

The smirk instantly curls over Dean’s lips as he chuckles, shaking his head. “A student, Sammy? You’ve been working there for two months and you’re already sleeping with the students, why am I not surprised?” 

Sam’s brow instantly pulls into a frown as he shakes his head. “No, it’s not like that, De,” he protests, looking over to see Y/N is also confused by Dean’s comment. 

“What does he mean?” she asks, blinking at him. 

“Nothing,” Sam insists. “He’s just being an ass.” 

Dean continues to chuckle, reaching for his beer and taking a long swig before swallowing hard and licking his lips. “Listen, we can just address the elephant in the room, okay?” he grins, looking between them. 

“Dean, no,” Sam warns, hoping his brother will realise he is barking up the wrong tree completely right now and will back off. 

“Oh c’mon, Sammy, we shared a bedroom wall long enough for me to know what you’re into. You’re hardly shy about it. And we’re all adults here… at least…” his eyes land back on Y/N, and Sam’s jaw clenches. 

“Jesus, Dean, she’s more than legal,” Sam grunts, wishing his legs were just a few inches longer so he could kick his brother under the table. 

“Relax, I’m teasing you both,” Dean laughs easily, lounging back in his chair with his beer in hand. 

Sam glares over at his older brother for a moment, before looking across at Y/N to make sure she’s okay. She seems a little flustered, but before he can reach out to take her hand in hopes of relaxing her a little, she rises to her feet and softly excuses herself. Sam watches her leave, heading towards the bathroom, and then turns his attentions back to his brother. 

“Seriously, dude?” he huffs. “Now she probably thinks I’m some pervert.” 

“Well, from what I’ve heard–” 

“Dean, I’m serious,” Sam interrupts. 

“Oh, c’mon Sammy, you’re not exactly quiet about your… tastes,” Dean argues, smirking slightly. “I’m just saying that she’s exactly the kind of girl I thought you’d date.” 

“It’s not like that, De,” Sam protests, “not with her.” 

Dean cocks an eyebrow as if he doesn’t believe him. “So you’re telling me you’re not dating a younger woman who’s all quiet and reserved because she’s exactly the kind of girl who obeys your every command?” he mocks. 

“She’s not like that,” Sam continues to argue, and he thinks maybe Dean is finally believing him, because a small frown pulls on his brow.

“Wait… really? This isn’t one of your… kinky things?” 

“No, Dean,” Sam scoffs, still amused by Dean’s naivety even after all this time. Sam’s tried on more than one occasion to educate his brother on the lifestyle, but Dean couldn’t be further from Sam when it comes to things like this. “We’re actually dating, she’s actually my girlfriend,” he explains. “My very inexperienced girlfriend you’ve probably completely freaked out, so thanks for that.” 

“Inexperienced?” Dean blinks, but then another cheeky smile lights up his face. “Sammy, you dirty dog!” 

“Dean–” 

“Well, in my defense, dude, you don’t date much.” 

“You didn’t think it was weird I’d asked you to meet her?” Sam questions. 

“I don’t know what happens between you and these girls,” Dean protests, shrugging. He’s quiet for a moment, but then he seems to get a little more serious, playing with his beer bottle. “So, is she open to what you like, or…”

Sam can tell that it’s a genuine question, so he doesn’t roll his eyes or complain, instead he takes a deep breath and decides to answer honestly. “I doubt it, we’ve never talked about it.” 

“So you’d pack it all in for her?” he asks next. “Do you like her enough to do that?”

“Yeah, I think I would,” Sam nods honestly. 

“Well then, I’m sorry dude, didn’t mean to freak her out.” 

Sam looks towards the door leading down the hallway towards the bathroom and takes a deep breath. “I’m sure she’s fine,” he tells his brother, realising he’s only trying to convince himself more than Dean. 

Y/N has been even more quiet than usual as they clean up after dinner. With Dean now gone, Sam was hoping she’d be a little more confident, like he’d noticed her becoming in the recent weeks, but she doesn’t say much as she clears away plates and carries them out into the kitchen, placing them alongside the sink. He watches her begin to run the hot tap, filling the sink up with warm, soapy water, and leans in the doorway just observing for a moment or two, wondering how he’s going to approach this. 

“Hey, let me do that, it’s my place,” he protests, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle. 

“It’s fine,” she insists softly. Sam places a soft kiss to the back of her head, and he watches as her movements slow and she clears her throat. “Sam, what did your brother mean when he said he’s not surprised that I’m a student?” 

“Nothing,” Sam half lies. “He was just being an older brother and trying to embarrass me.” 

“So you’ve not been with other students?” she checks, turning herself around and stepping out of his embrace to face him. 

“No, not since I was a student myself,” he tells her honestly this time. 

“Students your own age?” she asks next, almost challengingly. 

“Pretty much,” he nods. “Y/N, I’m not into young girls or anything,” he laughs awkwardly. “There’s not even ten years between us, it’s not about that for me. Look… can we just forget the whole dinner, please?” he pleads, already exasperated. 

She’s been spooked enough for one night, she doesn’t need to hear all about Sam’s twisted, kinky fetishes too. He’s kept those a secret for a reason. He didn’t know it when he first started dating her, but Y/N had been a virgin before they met, and he could still count on one hand how many times they’ve had sex. If he was ever going to show her that side of him, it wouldn’t be now. 

“So you’re not into young virgin girls?” she asks bluntly, blinking at him. 

“No, absolutely not,” Sam protests immediately, the very implication making his skin crawl. “Firstly, I didn’t even know you were a virgin when we met. Secondly, you’re twenty two, you’re not even a teenager anymore–” 

“Okay,” Y/N interrupts. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to accuse you of being a perv or anything, I just… when Dean said he knows what you’re into…” 

“He didn’t mean that,” Sam tries to explain. 

“Then what did he mean?” she presses, blinking at him again. 

Sam sighs heavily, not sure he can answer that honestly if he wants to keep her in the dark about his fantasies and desires. 

“Is it bad? Is that why you won’t tell me?” she implores. 

“No, it’s not bad,” he argues weakly, shaking his head. “I just don’t wanna freak you out, I know you’re new to all this.” 

“Maybe physically, but one of the perks to being late in the game means I’ve done a lot of research,” Y/N admits coyly. “So I’m not as naive as you think.” Sam’s eyebrows rise at her implication. “Just tell me, Sam, please?” she begs softly, a lot more seriously than before. 

Sam huffs a breath and licks his lips for a second, gathering his thoughts. 

“Usually, I like a certain… dynamic in the bedroom,” he tries to explain briefly. “But, I would never expect that from you, so I’ve never brought it up. I’m fine with the way things are between us,” he rushes to add for reassurance. 

“What kind of dynamic?” Y/N asks, seeming to ignore the second half of his comment. 

“Urm… me in charge… in control… y’know, pain for pleasure kind of thing,” he admits, feeling his cheeks heating up at his admission. Normally he’s a lot more sure of  himself, oozing confidence as he explains exactly how he expects it to go down between him and the girl he’s about to fuck. But Y/N is different, and he doesn’t want her running for the hills because of this. 

“So BDSM stuff?” she clarifies, biting her bottom lip. 

“Yeah, that stuff,” he nods. “So are you freaked out?” he asks, unable to stop himself. 

Y/N doesn’t answer at first, she just stares at him and swallows hard, and Sam’s pretty sure she’s about to break up with him, leave and never come back. But what actually happens takes him off guard, as his eyes follow her as she drops to her knees at his feet and settles into a kneeling position, looking up at him through her lashes. 

“What… What are you doing?” he stammers out, afraid that maybe she feels like she has to do this for him. 

“Something like this?” she checks. 

“You don’t have to–” 

“You don’t think I don’t know exactly what you want… Sir?” she asks softly, a tiny smirk beginning to spread over her lips. 

Instantly Sam’s cock begins to harden behind his jeans. It’s been a while since he’s seen a girl on her knees at his feet, and while he hears people call him Sir a lot thanks to his job, it feels so different hearing it come from her lips in that tone. 

“A-are you sure?” Sam checks sincerely for a moment. 

She doesn’t reply to begin with, she just reaches out, softly running her hand up his leg, over his thigh and towards the now obvious bulge in his pants. 

“Like I said, I’ve done my research, I know what I like the look of,” she explains, her hand now cupping his cock through the denim, making Sam’s head a little foggier. “I wanna know if it’s as good as it looks, I want you to teach me,” she purrs, blinking at him seductively. “Just go easy on me?” 

Sam reaches forward, cupping the side of her face. “I’ve got you, baby girl,” he confirms, feeling her lean into his touch. “I’ll guide you through it.” 

Your POV

Holy fuck. 

Sam’s teeth drag down your throat, his large hands finally releasing your wrists above your head, smoothing down your arms. 

“Leave them there,” he growls against your skin, his hands now finding your breasts, fondling them for a moment or two before reaching around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You moan, arching your back into him, your hands finding his long hair so you can card your fingers through it. “I said, leave them there,” Sam growls, instantly pinning your hands above your head once more. “Don’t make me tie them up.” 

Just the very thought of him tying you to the bed, making you completely at his mercy makes your insides flutter with even more arousal that pools between your bare legs. 

“Please do,” you find yourself gasping, your brain foggy with arousal and desperation. 

“You’d like that, hm?” he smirks, leaning back to look at you. “You’d like me tying you up, using you however I want?” You instantly nod, desperate for just that. “Use your words, baby girl… always use your words with me,” he commands. 

“Y-yes I want that,” you confirm verbally. 

“Sir,” he adds for you. 

“Sir,” you also add, breathlessly. You’d always liked the idea of calling a guy Sir in the bedroom, but you never thought it would be this much of a turn on.

You watch him climb off of you, now standing at the foot of his bed as he reaches down for his jeans on the floor, and without taking his eyes off of you, he grabs the belt still in the loops and pulls it free. The sight is near enough orgasmic as you once again arch your back and moan, desperate for some attention between your legs. 

Sam uses the tail of his belt to trail up your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake as you squirm underneath him. 

“Maybe one day we can use this for something a little more entertaining,” he ponders, a wicked smirk curling over his lips. “But for now, we can make good use of it in other ways.” 

You feel him wrap the leather around both your wrists, and with only a few tugs, you find yourself bound to the headboard, unable to move your hands very far; unable to touch him anymore. And suddenly, you want nothing more. His cock is hard and practically dripping with precum on your thigh, and you want to wrap your hand around it, to give him some relief. But he seems unfazed by the lack of attention it’s receiving, instead focused on your body, and the way it’s writhing underneath him. 

His hazel eyes scan over what feels like every single inch, and he hums in appreciation, his hands beginning to ghost over your skin. When his touch begins to trail lower than your belly button, you find your legs widening as if to encourage him between them. He seems to oblige without any further teasing, which you’re grateful for, because you’re not sure how much longer you can take this. Your head feels like it’s going to explode. Being at someone’s mercy is so much better than it had been in your head all those times you’d gotten yourself off to the fantasy, or touched yourself to those videos you used to be so ashamed about liking. 

“Someone’s wet,” he notes, a smug grin on his lips at the fact. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” 

You nod desperately, bucking your hips against his fingers, feeling him rub your clit as you begin to moan. 

“Yes, Sir,” you rush to confirm, just about mustering enough sanity to remember to use your words like he’d commanded. 

“If you like this, wait until I train you to be the perfect little slut for me,” he growls, and you gasp for air as his fingers push inside you with his words, your head spinning with the mixture of the sensation and the very thought of his words. “This body is perfect, and it’s all mine, isn’t it?” he asks, his eyes landing on yours. 

“All yours, Sir,” you confirm, breathlessly. “Please… please fuck me,” you find yourself begging, unable to take much more. You just want to feel him inside you; it’s a feeling you’ve grown to love, and you only wish you’d have met him sooner. 

“That’s not how you beg,” Sam growls, curling his fingers and making you cry out in pleasure. “Ask nicely, or I won’t fuck you at all.” 

“Please, Sir. Please will you fuck me? I need you to fuck me, please.” 

“That’s better,” Sam hums, removing his fingers and stroking his cock, slicking it with your juices from his fingers. “Such a good girl, I can tell you’re going to do so well,” he praises. 

He leans over you, teasing the tip of his cock through your arousal, softly pressing against your opening as he chuckles at your desperation. You buck your hips in hopes that he’ll slide deeper, but he holds back, smirking almost evilly down at you, clearly relishing in just what he’s driven you to. 

“Please, Sir,” you beg one last time, barely audible through your gasps for breath. 

Sam leans down, bringing his mouth close to your ear, his cock still only just inside you. “I love the way that sounds on your lips,” he breathes out, his cock throbbing as if to prove his point. “I can’t wait to show you exactly how I like it.” And just the thought of this getting even better, has you on the edge.

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sam [ WINCHESTER ] ▬▬▬▬ ❝ It doesn't matter who you are, it only matters what you do . ❞

[ WARNING(S) ¿ ] bot!sam, ftm!sam, marking, amab reader, squirting, reversed cowgirl, car sex, semi-public sex, breeding kink, exhibitionism kink, multiple orgasms, creampie, not proof read - short .

How'd you end up in this current situation? You've got no idea. One minute you're on the way back to the motel to meet Dean with Sam. And the next.. You have Sam WINCHESTER bouncing on your cock like a mad man, car shaking harshly.

His Back was facing you, but by the way he sounded you could definitely figure out what his face looked like right now. His hands on the dashboard holding him up, the street lights on the dark road shining on you both.

Sam WINCHESTER who's moans were so loud you didn't even hear the first few times Dean called your phone, millions of texts being sent after each call asking if you two were okay, alive.

Sam WINCHESTER, the 'quiet but smart brother' wasn't any of those as of right now. Sam couldn't even form a from how hard he was being fucked, pussy squeezing around your fat cock occasionally. Moaning so loud that it's practically like screaming, his throat burning from such.

Sam lost count of how long you've been going at since his 4th orgasm, Pussy fluttering as he squirted again. Body convulsing as waves of pleasure hit him, begging you to cum inside of him again as he felt your cock twitch inside his cunt.

Sam WINCHESTER, a man of few words, but not currently, begging you to fill him between moans and whimpers falling from his mouth, hands gripping the dashboard so tight his knuckles turn white.

Sighing in relief as he felt your hot seed filling him again, wet squelching sounds filling the car, his moans getting higher pitched as you snaked your hand around him, fingers roughly circling his clit. Pushing him over the edge again, body shivering from pleasure.

Sam WINCHESTER who looks more than satisfied as you two finally drive back, tiredly smiling as he fell asleep in the passenger seat from exhaustion, listening in on your conversation with Dean on the phone, making up every excuse possible.

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[st4rrth0ughts]

okay but like sunday and aventurine are cool and all but sam!!! he's a robot/suit of armour!!!! the possibilities!!! having such a feared warrior on his knees calling you mummy or sir, as he creates himself a fake pussy for you to use....gah imagine him getting flustered and accidentally activating his flames....the temperature play holy shit?? i need to pleasure my pookie sugarplum so so much it's fucking unreal....

YES YES ARF ARF ARF RAHHHH

ok

i am gong to assume Sam is a separate entity from Firefly herself (rumours, nothing confirmed in actual 2.0 quest, whether this happens in the updates is not up to me)

but yeah, robo/ mech fucking!??!? This robot will get on his knees, and he will call you master, sir, mistress, whatever you want him to call you, he'll obey, afterall, he's just a good lil puppy following your orders <333

omg wait, i hc that he's easily flustered bc mechs either are emotionally detached or emotionally 'high'? sensitive? So the suit heating thing happens more times you can count and its so fucking adorable as he stammers while his processor goes into overdrive.

and the pussy thing is so good??? like, imagine he just- has a dick and cunt, you can jerk him off while fucking his pussy so hard that his wiresget fuckin rearranged!!

overall i love this i may expand more on it yum yum

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[midorisplash]

Your Private Dancer.

Pairing: Striper!JakeWebber x OwnerDom!Reader.

A/N: Based of @samandcolby-ownme Story. I wanted to switch the roles so I had to write this real quick. Link to their story.

Warning: Praising, handjob, Gn!reader but use of ma’am once, name calling, Finger sucking.

“Jake!” You yell. He looks around a moment then over to you, as soon as he saw you face a smile plastering over his own sliding his hand down the staircase from the stage.

You smiled back watching him almost bounce his way over to you. “You looked amazing tonight sweetheart!” You spoke reaching a hand out and placing it at his waist.

“Did i?” He giggled feeling your hand run down along his waist to his ass slapping it while pulling him closer. He yelped and bit his lip. “Come with me.” You spoke pulling away grabbing hold of his hand and walking to your office.

He nodded quickly and let you drag him along, down a dark hallway to your office.

You walked over to your desk sitting down in your chair pulling him so he was standing infront of you.

“You wanted a private dance Huh?” Jake smiled. You nodded putting your arms on the chairs rest looking him up and down.

“I’ll do it. If you promise you'll touch me.” He whispered bringing his hands to his belt swinging his hips to the faint music being heard from the club. He started to slowly undo his belt turning his back to you pushing his butt out before sitting down on your lap wiggling his hip.

“You’ll touch me right?” He moaned letting his head fall back on your shoulder. You couldn't help smile.“You’re such a horny slut jake.” You whisper one of your hands coming to his neck as the other came around his waist taking his belt off and unzipping his pants.

“I’m your slut.” He whispered back.

You used your hand to pull his pants down enough his hard dick was exposed Jake lifting up his hips to help you. He groaned quietly at the cold air of your office hitting his tip while dragging his hand to the one you had on his neck bring it up to his mouth to suck your fingers.

“I’ll touch you, if you beg for it like the slut your are.” You whispered.

His hips thrusted up at your words pulling two of your fingers out his mouth. “Please touch me. I’m a horny fucking slut that needs your touch.” He whined. “Fuck I need it so bad. Please.” You smiled pleased with his begging pushing your fingers back into his mouth using your other hand to wrap around his dick, finally reliving some pressure.

He pushed his butt into your lap as your hand started to glide up and down his shaft a sticky layer of precum making you hand slide effortlessly. His eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you..” Jake groaned around your fingers. You kissed his shoulder up to his neck starting to suck barely, pulling your fingers out his mouth down to his pierced nipple rubbing at it with small circles. He smiled and wiggled his hips thrusting up in your fist.

As a warning you squeezed his dick biting his neck. “Fuck y/n!” He giggled through a moan.

“Tell me how good I did today. How much you love watching me.. Tell me I’m your fucking favorite.” You rubbed at his tip pinching at his nipple. “You did so good today, everyone couldn’t keep their eyes off you tonight. I’m so glad I get to have you all to my self.” You whispered close to his ear. His mouth hung open soft moans spilling out of him as his hips wiggled against your lap.

You pulled off his dick to flick his tip listening to him whine out in pleasure. “Ugh! Keep going please!” He whined. You flicked his tip one last time before wrapping your hand back around him jerking him off quickly.

With you one of your hands toying at his sensitive nipple and the other stroking his thick dick he couldn’t help get unbelievably close, his moans getting higher pinched with each stroke.

Jake brung his hand to his stomach rubbing at it in search to help ease the rough orgasm he was getting closer and closer too. You looked up to him watching his eyes squeeze tightly closed and his mouth fall open he was quiet for a short while before groaning loudly.

“I'm cumming!” He moaned.

You then pitched his sensitive nipple roughly leaving his shaft to stroke only his red tip cum spraying into the plam of you hand. He wiggled around gripping at the arm rest of your chair with his free hand. “fuck me! oh my god!” He whined rubbing his stomach before wrapping his hand arm around his waist.

He slowly opened his eyes squinting to watch his dick shoot a few more ropes of cum onto your hand.

You kept rubbing his tip until you noticed he was starting to settle down, then you pulled away holding your hand away from his body and yours. “look at the mess you made Jake. You know you have to clean up after yourself right?” He nodded weakly grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips sucking at your fingers still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. “Good boy.” You giggled patting his head.

He licked your fingers clean and smiled turning on your lap to look at you. “Now cover up and and get back on the stage for me? They all probably miss the best dance of the night.” He beamed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am..”

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[zapernz]

the way his chest is so pale 😵‍💫 i wanna mark it up, marks would show so easy

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[havensins]

okok sex with sam wilson and calling him "captain" (ex. "does my captain feel good?") while just softly fucking him after he accepts his captain america role

waittt i love this.

giving sam a confidence boost, bc i’m sure when he’s in the beginnings of taking the shield and adjusting to the added pressure and scrutiny of the public.

of course he’d never utter a word to you about his qualms, though they were faulty obvious. it wouldn’t be hard to show your appreciation to sam, especially one night when he’s wound up after a long day.

he’s riding you; puffy lips bitten and slicked with saliva. your hands are all along his skin, allowing yourself to just feel. “such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” you’d murmur, grinning breathlessly when you notice how his cock heads with precum at the praise.

“my pretty captain.” you continue, teasing him and smiles dreamily down at you. “does my captain feel good?” you’d ask, rolling your hips up into his. your hand trails down to his cock, thumbing at his tip.

“you can’t say things like.. like that,” he whispers, doubling over and planting his hands by your head. you can tell he won’t last too long. and the way he tries to hold off for you is adorable.

“why not? are you not my pretty captain?” you tease, and only groan.

“go, go on, captain. i want you to cum for me sweet thing.” you urge, moving your slicked hand up and down his clock. he can barely hold himself up, nearly flush against you as he stops the movement of his hips and sits against you with his hips pressed to yours.

he cums so much, making a mess of his tanned skin. and his orgasm triggers your own; promptly filling him up as he’s breathless against you.

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[horny-winchesters]

What the Winchester Brothers are like in bed.

(A/N: this is just my opinion and evaluation of their character and sex scenes in the show. please let me know what you think!)

Warnings: SMUT (duh), bdsm, dom/sub, filth lol

Dean Winchester

* MOST SUBBY SUBMISSIVE BRAT WHO EVER LIVED!!!

* He’s also a fan of just normal sex with no type of power play/equal power play. But still. Sub. Dean.

* Such a motherfucking tease it’s not even funny why the heck-

* Straight up gets a boner when you scold him for being so horny.

* Yeah literally so thirsty 25/8 it’s sad.

* You’ll be on ur computer and he’ll start whispering dirty things into your ear.

* He wants to be ruined by you, tied up, choked, spanked. Buuut he is a brat and a bit of a pillow prince. 👑

* You’re dominating him but HE IS IN CONTROL. Dean tells you what to do and he gets it. He’s only obedient if you are.

* “Choke me harder. Faster, bitch. Do I look like glass? Break me.”

* Honestly, being tied up and at your mercy is one of the sexiest things he could possibly think of.

* MARK THAT BITCH. There’s nothing more that would make Dean feel superior to everyone than having your love bites all over his body. Maybe just above his shirt collar so everyone can see. It tells them that he belongs to someone and he finds it super fucking sexy.

* Boasts about his sex life to literally everyone and their mother and honestly its creepy.

* Goes on about how he gets away with being bratty but then u double cross him by forcing him to wear a vibrator while on a case…shit.

* SEXY RULES ENTHUSIAST!!!!

* Give him a bunch of rules to obey in your daily life and if he breaks one, punish him.

* An massive fetish for boobs and god damn does he love a motorboat.

* I think he’d really enjoy you in high heels and looking like a badass.

* And it’s not just in the bedroom he loves your dominance, Dean soooooo has a thing for you bossing him around whilst on a case or literally anywhere.

* Honestly after sex, even though Dean is the one getting used lmao, he always cleans you up nice. He wouldn’t do it for just any girl though. So you’re definitely special.

* Dean is soooo misunderstood by a lot of girls. Yeah he’s in it for the good sex but really just wants someone to take care of him. To be in charge and to protect him for a change.

* In conclusion Dean Winchester horny baby.

Sam Winchester

* Sam is mostly Vanilla, but if it had to be one, I’d say he’s more on the dominant side.

* He enjoys both slow, sweet sex and rough as fuck sex. Though he prefers rough. If you’re okay with it though.

* PASSIONATE AS HECK.

* He’ll choke you and pin you down, all because you asked. But Sam will be so careful with you, always asking if you’re alright.

* Very scared that he might hurt you while being dominant.

* This man likes to BITE. Yes, bite. So be prepared to have to cover up a looooot of hickeys.

* He uses his mouth. Both ways. He’ll not only go down on you like a good boy but he’ll also whisper the dirtiest things in your ear when he’s really in the mood.

* “Fuck, just like that, baby. I want my cock inside you right now. You would want that, huh?”

* Super romantic type so he’d set up candles and flower petals and all of that cheesy stuff to please you and make the experience as pleasant as possible, especially if it’s your first time.

* Sam likes to edge you for hours; your pleasure is his pleasure and edging is just amazing and your moans would be music to his ears, and enough to make him come untouched.

* He wants to make you feel so safe and loved during sex, so he loves the fact that he’s so tall and muscular so it’s almost like he’s protecting you.

* Definitely prefers missionary/being on top of you but wouldn’t object to other positions you wanted to try.

* Will let you dominate him because he thinks it’s cute. How you’re this tiny girl in comparison to him and you telling him what to do just makes him fall in love with you even more.

* If you try and come onto him during a case though, he’ll make sure to tell you off. Angry sex is the result.

* Overall Sam is the cutest bean but also the roughest man ever. He’s just so passionate and loving I need a Sam in my life.

(A/N: Thank you all for reading 🥹 this was my first post so I hope you like it 😊)

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[purple-babygirl]

Hi! I just discovered your blog and i love your writing so so much! I wanted to ask if it's not too much work if you could give us a Sambucky version of something lent instead of it being Sebastian and Anthony? It's totally fine if you don't want to or don't have time. I hope you have a wonderful day!

something lent (SamBucky version)

Pairing: Mob!Sam Wilson x f!reader x Mob!Bucky Barnes Word Count: 8,326 (i know) Summary: Sharing is caring, no? Warnings: 18+ content. pure smut with little plot, nsfw, Mob AU, mention of a safe word, petnames, use of a butt plug, oral (m and f receiving), deep throating, vaginal and anal penetration, fingering, cuckolding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome (m x f x m), multiple orgasms, squirting, one face slap, slight degradation. This is nothing but self-indulgent filth. A/N: thank you for being so patient, nonnie i know it's been a week. i understand that not a lot of people are comfortable reading RPF especially smut and that's okay. i rewrote you a SamBucky version like you asked. please enjoy xx💜 ~~~~ She didn’t mind being Bucky’s pet. She actually loved it. She was a nobody when he first found her, an innocent, feeble soul for him to corrupt and own. She didn’t put up much of a fight when he told her he wanted her because back then she needed what he’d offered. But now she couldn’t imagine being without him.

Bucky stole her heart and she gladly let him, never having felt safer. He gave her a life, made her the princess of his mansion and heart. He had all that he could possibly want in the palm of his hand but she remained his most precious possession.

“Do you trust me, puppy?” Bucky asked, his hand cupping her cheek gently.

“With my life, sir.” She gave a genuine smile, leaning into his warm touch. She was in position, on her knees for him by the front door just the way he liked. Bucky had told her to wait there and she obediently has been for the past hour, just awaiting his arrival to their home.

She was his obedient, little puppy; his submissive, good girl. Bucky loved her more than anything in the world and he never thought a day where he’d want to share her would come. But Sam needed to be persuaded if Bucky wanted any part in that new deal. They were friends, yes, but business was business. And it wasn’t like Bucky missed how his girl would secretly check the man out whenever he would stay for dinner. How dare he deny her whatever her heart desired?

So maybe for one night, just one, for these ‘compelling circumstances’, Bucky could manage to share her with Sam. Just one night.

“If I wanted you to do something, you’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? You’d make me proud?”

Sam was at the end of the room with a devious smirk on his face, knowing he had Bucky right where he wanted him. This deal wasn’t going to be his unless Sam let him have it and Sam’s price was high. “Babygirl, come to the office. Daddy's angry.” Bucky said into the phone and the man before him swallowed harshly. In less than a minute, there was a shy knock on the door and she peeked before sauntering inside, but Bucky tsked, shaking his head. “You know better, puppy.” She dropped to her knees on the hard marble at the mention of her pet name, crawling like an animal till she reached Bucky's chair. “Good pup, open,” he ordered, tapping his hard cock on her cheek. “Sir, is this really necessary?” The man gulped when he heard her gag under the desk. “I'm putting my cock down her throat so I won't put a bullet down yours. Would you like that better?” Bucky growled, withdrawing from her mouth briefly before sliding back inside, making her gag. “N-No, sir. Forgive me.” “Continue talking then.”

Later that day, Sam got the courage to ask for what he really wanted while he had the chance. “What's it gonna take for you to give me that deal, Wilson?” he asked, stretching his legs out on his large desk. “A taste of your puppy.” “What!!” Bucky let his legs down, his eyes throwing daggers at Sam. “I want a night with her.”

“She's no whore and she's mine.” “I know. Makes me want her even more.” Bucky only glared in reply. “Just one night, have her at my mercy and do whatever I want with her, and then we'll talk about that deal.” “Yes, sir. Always.” She didn’t know what he was talking about, but no matter what he wished from her, she knew that would be her answer. She existed to make Bucky pleased and proud.

“Sam is with me. He’s waiting outside,” Bucky informed her, thumb caressing her cheek and soft blue eyes gauging her reaction.

“Would he be staying for dinner?”

She was kind of screwed if that was the case because she’s only prepared dinner for two, knowing how much her sir hated it when they wasted food.

“If you’re the meal, yes,” Bucky chuckled darkly.

“W-What?”

“I’m thinking about lending you to Sam tonight, baby girl. It’s business-related. What do you say?”

Lending. It was only fitting, considering she was Bucky’s property. She knew that and she treasured it. She didn’t need him to explain how this was related to his work or why she was expected to help. She trusted Bucky. She also couldn’t deny that Sam was hotter than the hell she might end up burning in because of all the things she let and continues to let Bucky do to her.

“Whatever you want, sir. You know best,” she echoed his words to him, wanting him to know she trusted him and was up for whatever he wanted to do with her. And if what he wanted just happened to be lending her to Sam Wilson, whatever that meant, then who was she to say no?

“Baby girl, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, tell me now,” Bucky calmly told her; wanting her to refuse now if she had it in her.

He didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything, especially this. If his girl didn’t want to do this, then to hell with their deal; he was sending Sam home.

“It’s okay, sir. I want to,” she muttered shyly.

“What was that?” Bucky smirked.

“I-I want you to lend me to Sam tonight,” she stuttered.

“You’re one good slut, puppy.” Bucky sighed in pride, his touch leaving her.

“Sir,” her smaller hand got hold of his before he could walk to the front door to let Sam in, “you’re gonna be there, right?”

“Of course, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her coconut-smelling head.

“Okay.” She nodded and let out a relieved huff as she watched him welcome Sam inside.

“Hey, baby,” Sam warmly smiled at her, as if she wasn’t literally kneeling at his feet and he wasn’t there to bang her brains out.

“Hello, Sa-” She stopped herself, not sure if she was allowed to call him Sam.

“Sir?” Her lost eyes found Bucky’s, not wanting to be anything but good for him. He immediately understood.

“She wants to know if she can call you by your name,” Bucky explained to a slightly confused Sam.

“Oh, yeah! I was hoping you’d be screaming it tonight, babe, so,” Sam shrugged flirtatiously, giving her a lopsided smirk that made her heart flutter. Bucky felt a minor tug at his own when he saw her bite back a smile.

Was this a good idea? Even if it wasn’t; it was sort of too late to go back now.

“Alright, do you remember your rules, puppy?” Bucky asked, changing subjects.

“Yes, sir.” She nodded with a smile.

“Wait, what are her rules?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you tell Sam about our rules while I get a drink, baby girl?” Bucky suggested before reluctantly walking to the kitchen to fetch glasses. He needed something to help him bear what was about to happen.

She looked up at Sam with her wide, puppy eyes, waiting for him to second her permission to speak. He realized that must be where she got her pet name from now. “Go ahead, baby,” Sam told her, his thick fingers twirling some of her waves around his fingers, playing tenderly with the hairs.

Shit, she was nervous.

“I- um- I’m not allowed to speak unless I’m spoken to, or move unless sir tells me to. I’m not allowed to touch sir or myself without permission,” she recited like the good girl she was for Bucky, and was soon to be for Sam, “not allowed to address sir by his name, and I’m not allowed to- to cum without permission either.”

Her face was flushed when she got to the last rule as Sam’s fingers, now fully immersed in her scalp, moved her head upwards to face him. She wondered if Sam’s eyes were originally this dark or if they were darkening like her sir’s did during their scenes.

“Good girl. And you know you can stop us both at any point, any second, just whenever you feel like it’s too much or if you’re overwhelmed,” Bucky reminded her. He was very protective of her, and her safety was his first priority.

“I know, sir.” She nodded, smiling lovingly at the caring man reappearing before her.

“What’s your safe word, puppy? He asked her, handing Sam his drink.

Sam let go of her hair and took the glass, sipping on the drink as he intently eyed her sundress-clad body.

“Red,” she said her word out loud.

She was so proud of herself for never having used it before, and she wasn’t intending on using it anytime soon either. Bucky never pushed her to the point where she needed her safe word. But it made Bucky feel better to know she remembered she had a way out; the option to stop. It was important to him that she knew that he would never let anything happen to her without her consent and desire, so she didn’t mind when he did this every time before a heavy session. If anything, the anticipation of what she presumed to come made her leak in her panties.

“That’s right. And you’re gonna use it if you need to, yes, puppy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And what if you can’t talk?”

Sam raised an eyebrow at the question.

“I tap your nearest body part 3 times.”

“Show Sam how you do it.” Bucky nodded towards his friend.

She obediently lifted a hand up and tapped the back of Sam’s thigh three consecutive taps.

“Did you feel that?” Bucky asked him, wanting to make sure her touches were recognizable.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Okay, and what if you can’t move your hands, baby girl?”

“I close my eyes shut and sir will stop right away.”

“That’s right. And other than that?”

“I’m never allowed to break eye contact with sir if my mouth is busy,” she told him her last, unofficial rule.

“Good girl. Now go wait in the bedroom while I have a word with Sam, puppy.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

Without another word, she got up and left, her heart beats racing her up the stairs.

“What kind of shit do you do to your girl, man? Why wouldn’t she be able to talk or touch?!”

“Be a little patient and you might find out tonight.” Bucky downed the rest of his drink.

“Now, for your rules,” Bucky started.

“My rules?” Sam chuckled.

“You’re not allowed to cum in her pussy. That’s mine to fill,” Bucky continued, looking as stern as Sam’s ever seen him.

“Alright, fair enough.”

“I want you to make sure she’s using please and thank you or else you punish her.”

“Copy that.” Sam smirked. He was almost as sadistic as Bucky was. Almost.

“If she says her safe word you stop at once. I don’t care what you’re doing, you stop it.” Bucky’s tone left no room for messing around. He was serious about this. If they were going to do it, they were going to do it right.

“Alright, man. If she says stop I stop.”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I said.” Bucky smirked, shaking his head.

“Wha-”

“If she says stop, keep going. She doesn’t mean it.” Bucky smirked wider, “if she says red, however, your touch instantly leaves her.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sam frowned.

“Yeah, she loves to beg.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his perfect girl pleading before walking to the stairs, “You comin’?”

~

When both men entered the room, Sam’s eyes darkened even more at what they were met with.

She was out of her dress. Her hair was now tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks glowing, arms bent behind her back and her folded knees parted. Her rounded breasts were on display, hard nipples hiding behind the thin lace. She looked delicious, ripe and ready for the taking. And boy was Sam ready to take.

Her heart was thrumming in her ears. She knew all the gentleness from downstairs was about to vanish. She knew she was about to be treated like a fucktoy by both of these mob men and she couldn’t wait.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Sam whispered, taking in the simple, rose lingerie hugging her body and licking his lips.

“Show Sam what you got for your birthday, puppy,” Bucky ordered, closing the bedroom door behind him.

She swallowed shyly before turning around and bending forward to give Sam a full view of her ass and the red jewel peeking out from between its cheeks, the thin string of her thong doing nothing to cover it.

Bucky’s gotten her a lot of stuff on her birthday, but this glass butt plug was among her top favourties. It was big enough to hurt just the right amount. He knew she couldn’t feel pleasure without it being mixed with a little pain. He knew everything there was to know about her inside out.

She had no idea why Bucky told her to slip the plug in that morning but she knew better now and she was dripping wet with excitement. Her face was hot because she knew this wasn’t a mere show. Bucky was letting Sam know he could fuck her ass if he wanted to and she was more than ready for him to do just that.

“Holy fuck.” Sam felt his pants tighten when he saw the toy held inside her ass. The grown man almost made grabby hands at the sight.

“You can turn back around now, baby girl.”

She did and her eyes looked up to Bucky as a matter of habit, her heart running a marathon in her chest.

Bucky couldn’t help but smirk proudly at Sam’s reaction, jealousy no longer that present in his system. He gave his girl one adoring, reassuring smile before walking and sitting down on the couch facing the side of their bed. He was more ready than he’d realized he was to sit in the only front row seat available and enjoy the show that was about to start.

She, on the other hand, didn’t move a muscle, her eyes looking back down at the floor after meeting Bucky’s, focusing on Sam’s shiny shoes. Her hands remained behind her back and her thighs remained open while she kneeled on the floor by the end of the bed.

“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” Sam whispered lustfully, one finger lifting her chin up.

Her eyes wanted to flicker to Bucky for permission, but she reminded herself she was Sam’s for the night. Bucky has lent her to him. She was to take her orders and get her permissions from Sam now.

“Sam asked you a question, puppy.” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her trance, indirectly reminding her of the rules she was supposed to follow. She had to focus if she wanted to make Bucky proud. She had to be his good girl even if it meant being so for another man while he watched. Especially if it meant being so for another man while he watched.

“A-Anything you want, Sam.” Her answer drew a wicked smile on Sam’s full lips.

“You know I respect you, right?” He asked, his tone serious, confusing her for a second.

“Yes?”

“Good, remember that ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t tonight.” Sam smirked and patted her cheek before walking and taking a seat next to Bucky on the couch. She swallowed at the not-so-subtle warning, anticipation rising inside her belly and wetness rushing out of her core.

“Com’ere,” Sam called for her, remembering her rule: she wasn’t allowed movement without permission.

She was quick to get her hands on the floor, crawling to where Sam sat, kneeling by him and waiting for more instructions. She could feel two sets of eyes burning holes into her as she got closer to the couch but she refused to let it intimidate her.

Sam kept her kneeling before him, just basking in his newfound feeling of authority. He then took his jacket off, finding his Cuban cigars and a lighter before leaving it on the arm of the couch.

She looked so innocent even in such revealing lingerie and Sam wanted nothing more than to see that innocence ruined. He lit up his cigar, watching her closely, waiting for her to look up without permission; to break a rule. But she didn’t.

“Bring me that ashtray.” He pointed to the ashtray on the bedside table.

“Yes, Sam.” She instantly crawled back to carry out the order.

She stared up at the ashtray for a second, trying to figure a way to get it back to Sam. She knew she couldn’t get up on two feet, and she couldn’t carry the heavy ashtray in her mouth either. So instead she lifted one hand up to get hold of the glass object, and then carefully placed it on the center of her back. She put her arm back on the ground as slowly as possible before crawling back to Sam.

“Fuck me,” Sam breathed lowly but Bucky heard him.

“Come’ere, sexy,” he smirked, beckoning her with his finger.

She eventually arrived by the man’s knees, not moving a muscle; her body serving as Sam’s own table, offering him the ashtray and everything else under it.

“You’re such a good pet. I see why your sir never wants to leave the house.”

“Thank you, Sam,” she whispered shyly, giving a shy smile.

Sam removed the heavy glass from her back, setting it between himself and Bucky on the couch and tapped his cigar over it. She sat back on her knees in her default position.

“Take those off, baby.” Sam ordered, the tip of his shoe rubbing between her legs over her baby pink thong, “you don’t need ‘em.”

Keeping herself from whimpering, she did as she was told and kneeled back, feeling the air hit her wet cunt. She was more exposed now and a chill ran through her back when she felt Sam eyeing her wetness.

“Look at your pussy glistening when no one’s even touched you yet!” Sam mocked, bringing the tip of his shoe back under her core.

“So you’re not allowed to move without permission, huh?”

“Yes, Sam,” she mumbled.

“Not allowed to cum either?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“Let’s see how good you are at following your rules then.” Sam smirked devilishly, taking a long puff from his cigar as he brought his foot up, nudging her clit with the front of his shoe, “eyes on me.”

She bit her lip and looked at the man, trying not to squirm as the frictionless leather shoe started slowly moving back and forth between her thighs. Sam glided his foot all the way back and her clit got caught on the pointed tip again, making her breath hitch in her throat.

The patent leather was sliding so smoothly under her pussy, almost making squeaky sounds with how wet she was. A shiver slightly shook her thighs when her bud was nudged again but she kept her posture and let out a pleasured sigh. She was getting close and her face and neck were hot.

Bucky knew that look too well and he bit down his lip at the thought of Sam getting his girl so flustered so fast. He hated watching her get teased by another man and hated the raging boner it was giving him.

“Maybe you are as good as Bucky tells me after all.” She didn’t even notice the shoe was no longer touching her until Sam’s impressed voice filled her ears.

“Th-thank you, Sam.” She smiled proudly, finally able to breathe, though her clit still throbbed.

His shoe was now glossy with her arousal and she stared at it in slight embarrassment. She wondered what Bucky was thinking. Was he proud of her? Was he going to punish her for getting so wet for Sam?

“I also heard you were good with your mouth.” Sam cupped her cheek and traced his thumb along her lower lip. She nervously nodded in confirmation.

He took his touch away from her, “show me then, clean the mess you made on my shoes.”

Her mouth opened and closed at the instruction, but she quickly got back on her hands, bowing by Sam’s feet to lick a strip on top of the shoe she’d dirtied. She nearly made a face at the taste of herself tainted with the taste of leather.

“Don’t forget the other shoe too.”

“Yes, Sam.”

She was licking and slurping like his shoes tasted of her favourite ice cream, switching left and right between both shoes. She just wanted to be good. When Sam eventually let out a low “enough”, his pair of shoes was shinier than it ever was with her saliva coating it.

She lifted herself up and involuntarily looked at Bucky for approval. He gave her his ‘good girl’ smirk and she bit back another smile of her own, licking her lips and casting her eyes down.

“Good girl, so obedient,” Sam voiced Bucky’s thoughts for her before taking her by the neck to press his lips to hers, licking her taste off her tongue.

The kiss was gentle despite the tight hold he had on her neck. It was Sam’s way of emphasizing that she shouldn’t keep looking at Bucky. She could taste the cigar on his tongue and hoped hers didn’t taste of leather.

Sam’s dark eyes gazed at her hungrily when he pulled away, “now get that mouth on me, baby. Show me what it can really do,” he whispered against her lips, letting her neck go.

Not needing further urging, she sat up on her knees and her fingers did quick work of the man’s pants. He lifted himself up, helping her push his pants and boxer briefs down his knees. And once his hard dick sprung free, she sat back and stared with a slack jaw. That was one beautiful cock right there and it was about to be in her mouth. It was hers to suck for the night.

Bucky noticed and his jaw clenched as he made her a silent promise in his head to remind her who she really belonged to later.

“What? Too big for you?” Sam teased cockily, pushing her chin up and closing her mouth for her.

She licked her lips and shook her head. Yes, Sam was longer than Bucky, but she could definitely take him.

“What are you waiting for then? Get to work.” Sam opened his legs and sat back and she had to fight the urge to look at Bucky again.

Given permission to touch, she moved her warm hands up Sam’s strong thighs, trying to stop herself from imagining riding them to focus on the real prize in between.

One of her hands wrapped around his hard length and gave a small squeeze, hearing him sigh already. She started slowly moving her hand up and down his cock, more sighs leaving Sam’s lips as he relaxed more into the couch. Her mouth watered at the sight of precum dribbling out of his head and she gave no warning before she flattened her tongue and licked a strip along the underside of his cock and over the tip. She closed her lips around it and let her tongue flick over Sam’s slit, softly humming at his musky taste with the tinge of saltiness she would always remember as Sam’s. It was different from her sir’s but it was fucking tasty. Sam moaned at the sudden warmth surrounding his sensitive tip and bucked his hips.

She managed to take most of Sam in her mouth, her hand stroking what she couldn’t yet fit. His big hand was on the back of her head, below her ponytail as he gently thrust half of his length in and out of her mouth.

“Keep going. She can take it.” Bucky could tell Sam was holding back, but he knew what his girl could handle. He knew she loved to be used. And he also knew he needed to stroke himself over his pants to the sight of her deep throating Sam.

“She’s so good. Fuck!” Sam groaned, keeping eye contact with her all the while as his hips snapped deeper. She looked admirable with tears gathering in her wide eyes, and his cock filling her mouth.

Sam pushed himself deeper and she did her best to relax her throat but he had her gagging anyways. Definitely longer than Bucky.

She hollowed her cheeks and held on to Sam’s thighs, letting him use her throat and hearing the sexiest groans leave his. Her clit was tingling with need.

“Oh yes, baby. Choke on it,” Sam growled when he held her by her ponytail and gave a deep thrust, making her gag again.

Tears left her eyes as she focused on sucking and breathing through her nose. Her tongue teased the now very prominent vein on the underside of Sam’s cock and his hands tightened around her locks; it almost hurt. She loved it.

Sam pulled out for a minute to let her breathe before grabbing her head again, pushing her mouth down his cock until the hairs above it tickled her nose. He kept her there, his cock deep-seated in her throat and she held still. She didn’t dare do anything other than relax her throat for him.

Sam let up, giving her a minute to breathe before getting himself sheathed back down her warm throat again.

“Look at you chocking on another man’s cock like the little slut you are,” Bucky whispered, leaning forward, his hand finding the jewel peeking out of her tighter hole and lightly tapping it.

She gasped but it turned into a gurgle around Sam’s cock, making him moan and Bucky laugh.

“She’s drenched just from having your cock down her throat, Sam.” Bucky chuckled when his friend groaned, his index pushing down on the jewel and circling slowly, making the tip of the plug twirl inside her. He intentionally avoided checking how wet she was, depriving her clit of any relief his fingers could possibly provide.

Her moans around Sam were muffled and she could do nothing but kneel there and take it. She knew better than to squirm or try to move away from Bucky’s torment or Sam’s cock.

“Shit, make her do that again,” Sam panted, feeling himself get close to release.

Hearing them talk about her like she wasn’t there made her pussy pulse. Bucky pulled on the jewel, only getting an inch of it out before shoving it back inside her again, holding down hard and rolling the jewel. The bulbous head of the plug massaged circles inside her tightness.

She choked on another moan, the sensation of the glass dildo swirling on the inside of her ass was maddening. It was all new to her. It felt so good but not at all enough and she could feel her wetness ooze down her thighs as her cunt clenched around nothing.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Sam grunted as she continued sucking and mewling around him. “You know what to do, puppy,” Bucky warned, although he knew she wouldn’t spit, pushing the toy further in her.

Sam’s hot cum shot down her throat and she moaned when she tasted more of him. Her swallowing around Sam’s tip made his hips stutter through his orgasm. He tugged her head back by her hair, slowly slipping his cock out of her mouth, but she still bent forward and cleaned him up with her tongue.

“Thank you, Sam.” She licked her lips and smiled timidly at the man.

He just chuckled, still having trouble breathing, “my pleasure, you perfect little thing.”

“Good girl.” Bucky possessively slapped her ass, making her whimper before sitting back and smirking down at her state.

Her face was hot, cheeks slightly moist with her tears and chin with her spit. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess, ponytail no longer in place.

“Very good,” Sam gulped, “goddamn, girl!”

She smiled wider at the praise as Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“Fix your hair so we can take a look at that wet pussy, baby girl.” Bucky interrupted.

Her gaze alternated between his face and strained cock, silently asking what about you?

“I’ll have my fun with you, puppy. Don’t you worry your greedy, little holes.” Bucky grinned and she blushed, raising her arms to her head to redo her ponytail.

~

When Bucky went back down to get himself another drink, thinking it’d help him cool off, and it was just her alone with Sam, he told her to get up and stand by the bed. He loved watching her ass as she walked now that he knew she had a plug in. He walked over to her after pulling up his boxers, shoes and pants off and forgotten.

“What do you want, baby?” Sam asked, his fingers playing with her right bra strap.

“I wanna please you, Sam.” She knew her answer, her tone hushed as his hands started kneading her soft boobs.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Sam tilted his head to the side with a smirk, the pads of his thumbs swiping over her barely covered nipples, circling and teasing.

“O-only if you want to.” She was trying her best not to squirm under his touch or at the thought of his lips on her. Sam’s lust-filled eyes kept eye contact with her wide doe ones while his hands pushed her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly reaching back to unclasp the whole thing. He let it slip down her arms as his stare moved lower to take in her naked chest.

“You’re too perfect,” he whispered to himself, squeezing her boobs again as Bucky opened the door and walked back in, but she heard him and blushed.

Bucky’s jacket was gone and his cock was tenting in his pants. Cooling off didn’t work.

Sam pulled hard on her nipples when he saw her get distracted by Bucky’s entrance, making her gasp. Sam wanted to punish her. He wanted to see her break a rule but she was too good, so well-trained. She didn’t squeak the ‘please’ that was on the tip of her tongue at the feeling. She didn’t let herself beg for more. She didn’t stumble forward.

Bucky smirked, knowing she would always want him and only him no matter who was with her. He sat on his spot on the couch and sipped on his drink, dark eyes watching her naked body be played with by Sam.

“Get on the bed, baby.” Sam ordered with a nod, “on your back.” And she wasted no time before obeying.

“Open your legs for me,” Sam murmured after positioning a pillow under her head. He wanted her to watch him devour her.

He circled the bed and a shiver ran through her when the chill air hit her wet core again as she did like she was told and spread her legs.

Sam held her ankles, getting on his knees before her at the end of the bed and setting her shins on his broad shoulders.

“Turns out I’m in the mood to return the favor, so let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back,” Sam said, giving her permission to make noises as he slowly pulled the plug out of her ass.

She let out a soft whine that had him craving more. Sam didn’t waste a minute, immediately diving in between her legs, licking up a stripe from her opening to her clit before slipping his tongue in her pussy.

Sam moaned at her sweet taste and she threw her head back, mewling as she felt his tongue poke inside and his lips vibrate on her.

Sam’s thick index traced her rim, filling the place her plug has been, feeling around before being joined by his middle. He sucked her clit between his lips as his fingers scissored inside of her ass. Her back bowed off the bed with a loud whine, the coldness of his rings strongly felt against her hot insides.

She didn’t have permission to touch Sam so she grabbed on the sheets under her instead, whimpering and trying to remain in place.

“Sam,” she moaned when he slowed his movements on her holes.

“You like what I’m doing to you? You like getting your ass fingered while my tongue flicks your little clit?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she whined desperately.

“Please what, baby? Be specific.” Sam smirked before licking up and down her taint.

“Please don’t stop,” she squealed, opening her legs as wide as they’d go on the man’s shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Sam said as he slipped a third finger next to the two already inside her ass.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, dreading that her attention was no longer on him, completely hoarded by Sam at the moment. She was squirming and mewling like a bitch in heat, and palming himself over his pants did nothing for him. He put his glass down and got on the bed by her head, noticing her eyes already looking glazed over. Her mouth unstoppably let out the softest pleads and whimpers.

Bucky unbuckled his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his dick out, desperate to feel her mouth around him.

“Open wide for your sir, puppy,” Bucky demanded and she promptly let her tongue out as he guided himself closer to her face.

Bucky was straddling her head, his back to the headboard, and when he sheathed his entire cock down her throat, he swore he could see it bulging on the outside of her neck. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, but wrapped her lips around him still. Bucky threw his head back, feeling her wet throat hug his cock. She was so good for him. She was always so good for him; he’d burn down the world for those teary, doe eyes.

“I wanted to hear her,” Sam complained when he lifted his head from her pussy to see her mouth stuffed full, fingers reaching deeper inside her ass. She mewled and gagged more around Bucky’s cock, making him groan before smiling smugly at Sam.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to fuck her throat.” Bucky smirked, thrusts going languid and deep.

“Fine, have it your way.” Sam put his tongue back inside of her, and started sliding it in and out of her heat, lapping at her like a starved man.

She would gasp Sam’s name every time Bucky paused and took his cock out for her to breathe, making him shove himself back in her mouth with little gentleness. He stopped using her mouth when he saw her stomach tensing though. He knew when she was about to cum; he knew all the signs.

“Can I please cum, Sam?” She gulped as Bucky caressed her face, wiping any residue tears.

Looking into her teary eyes, Bucky felt himself fall in love with her all over again. She always looked so beautiful when she was about to lose it.

Sam’s merciless stimulation of her two holes and Bucky’s cock stuffing the third drove her to a near edge quicker than ever. Sam was everywhere. His fingers fucking her ass and his tongue fucking her cunt all while his lips sucked her clit.

“Cum for me, puppy.” Sam purposefully used Bucky’s pet name for her to rile him up before sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers deeper in her and curling them.

Bucky, naturally, slid his dick down her throat once more, forbidding Sam from hearing his name be shouted.

Her thighs shook, involuntarily closing around Sam’s head. With a scream muffled on Bucky’s cock, her ass fluttered around Sam’s fingers as she came, feeling him drink her release right up from the source.

“That’s a good puppy.” Sam smirked up at Bucky, who still stood with a hard cock on him, only now it was wet with her saliva.

“Thank you, Sam.” She panted, feeling her toes uncurl and her muscles start to relax.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He pecked her clit one last time before towering over her, caging her between his muscular arms. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and let her taste herself again. She tasted much better on his tongue than his shoes.

“Do you mind?” Sam broke the kiss, “I’m gonna fuck her now, go back to your couch.” He pressed his lips back to hers again, swallowing her shocked gasp.

She knew she’d probably be the one to face Bucky’s wrath later and the thought left her whimpering against Sam’s lips.

Bucky scoffed and got off the bed, giving her a menacing smirk. He’d let Sam take what he needed for the night because he knew whose cock she’d be begging for later anyway. A deal was a deal and he wanted to get this over with too.

Sam slid down her body again and gave her pussy another kiss, “gonna fuck this ass real good,” he whispered to her core.

“Let me see you live up to the name, puppy.” Sam pinched her side and got off the bed.

She heard her order loud and clear, getting on all fours for Sam and looking at herself in the mirror. Her ponytail was ruined once more from her squirming on the bed and the baby hairs on her forehead were stuck there with sweat. Her cheeks were burning and lips puffy. She whimpered and her limbs shook, her stare lowering as she blushed at how hungry she felt for another man.

“Eyes on the mirror.” She looked back up obediently and saw Sam taking his shirt off.

The man looked like museum art. His defined, muscular arms and buff, sculpted chest had her pussy drooling all over again. And good god that ass was just exquisite.

She watched Sam climb on the bed behind her form, pulling her ass to him and grinding himself on her. He was rock hard as if she hasn’t touched him all night. Then his tip nudged her tighter hole and she bit down.

“You got lube?” he asked, alternatively slapping his cock on both her holes.

“F-First drawer.”

“Gonna fuck you so good your little puppy holes would be gapin’ for days.” Another rush of wetness left her cunt at Sam’s promise; she ached to be filled. Sam lubed his cock up, poking her ass with the tip before carefully pushing it past her rim. She let out a shaky breath, head dropping as she felt her muscles stretch with little resistance to accommodate Sam’s length. The man was blessed.

“Eyes on the mirror I said,” Sam grunted, bottoming out inside her ass.

She instantly lifted her head up and her eyes met the reflection of his dark ones.

“Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He smacked her thigh, rolling his hips to push himself deeper in her ass, “you’ve been good so far.”

“’M sorry, Sam.” She whimpered. “Such a good puppy.” Sam began moving in and out, taking his time with her, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hips, most likely bruising the soft flesh.

“Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.” Despite being previously stretched on the plug, she was still so tight and her walls gripped Sam so needily every time he buried his dick in her.

When he felt she’s gotten used to him and heard her breathing get louder, Sam stilled and locked eyes with her in the mirror while his middle and ring fingers pushed inside her wet pussy without warning. He smirked when he watched her breath hitch in surprise, mouth falling open further and eyes struggling not to shut. She’s never felt so full. “You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet?” Sam asked, his cock delivering a harsh stab to her ass, fingers moving in and out of her cunt.

It took everything not to turn her head to Bucky to seek his permission for what she knew she was supposed to say. “I asked you a question, puppy.” Sam took his cock out of her ass and before she could even register or protest, he shoved it in her pussy, filling her up in one thrust.

She screamed out, pain mixed with pleasure just the way she liked and there was no way stopping her mouth now, “you, Sam, you. You made me wet. It’s all for you.”

Her squealing was a bucket of ice on Bucky’s head. It’s all for Sam? Was it now?

“That’s a good puppy,” Sam grunted behind her, fucking into her in hard, fast thrusts. She could feel his tip kissing her cervix with every push of his hips. She was floating, unable to silence or manage her screams.

Sam switched again, sliding out of her wet cunt and plunging his cock back in her ass, “who’s making you scream?” he slapped her ass before his fingers found her swollen clit.

“Y-You, Sam! You!” She clutched the sheets, barely able to keep herself up.

“Damn right.” He gave one harsh thrust and her orgasm peeked at her from around the corner.

“Can I please cum? Please.” Her teary eyes pleaded with him in the mirror.

“Gonna cum for me again already?” Sam chuckled, his fingers relentless on her clit.

“Yes, Sam, p-please.” She whined, pussy clenching around nothing as he filled her ass.

“Cum.” One word and her orgasm was washing over her in waves.

Her arms involuntarily stretched above her head and clutching the bedding, her face lowered and hidden in the sheets as her ass pushed back against Sam. Her orgasm rippled through her and her thighs quivered again.

Sam bit his lip at the sight of her cumming with his cock stuffing her ass, fingers still playing with her clit to keep her trembling until she whined, chest heaving and tummy still clenching.

“So it’s all for Sam?” Bucky’s voice echoed throw the room and she could barely breathe now.

“Sir-” She forced her head up from the mattress, teary eyes already begging for forgiveness.

“Do I need to remind you who owns you, pup?” Bucky gently touched her cheek, “do I?” he slapped her before painfully gripping her jaw.

“No, sir, I-I could never forget.” She shook her head, instant tears filling her eyes. Shame filled her as she could still feel herself fluttering around Sam’s cock.

“Seems like you did, puppy.” Bucky let go of her jaw, his own clenching in held in ire.

“Get off her.” He nodded to Sam, who was still snug inside her.

“I thought you said I was in charge tonight? C’mon now, you don’t wanna confuse this poor puppy, my cock is already fucking her dumb enough.”

“Get off,” Bucky said between gritted teeth.

“Not before she gives me another one from her pussy.” Sam smirked coldly, making a growl vibrate through Bucky’s chest.

“Dangle your head off the bed, puppy,” Bucky ordered her instead and she looked back at Sam, silently pleading that he pulls out of her.

Sam pulled out with a chuckle as she whimpered. He moved off the bed and let her lay on her back, hanging her head off the mattress like Bucky wanted. As soon as Bucky's thighs were around her head, Sam straddled her waist, rubbing the head of his prick over her drenched pussy lips. She could feel the heat of both men’s gazes as they stared at each other challengingly.

“Open up.” Bucky tapped his dick on her lips without sparing her a glance, his hard eyes on Sam.

She obeyed and Bucky was shoving himself down her throat in no time, Sam simultaneously pushing himself inside her slippery cunt. She gagged and moaned as both her throat and pussy contracted around the huge cocks filling her up.

“If you wanna act like a cock slut so bad, might as well treat you like one, puppy,” Bucky growled, thrusting in and out of her throat with a punishing force. The harder Bucky fucked her mouth, the harder Sam went on her poor pussy. She was soon reduced to a whimpering mess around Bucky, her cunt sensitive but still insatiate as it swallowed Sam and clung to his cock.

Bucky momentarily pulled out of her mouth, “who do you belong to?”

“You, sir. Only you.” She could only say as much before he was back to filling her throat.

“That’s right, puppy. I own you. I fucking own every inch of this body.” Bucky’s fingers danced over her collarbones before pinching her nipples.

She squealed, choking on his cock as she felt herself getting close again. “Oh, you like being stuffed from both ends?” Sam taunted when he felt how hard she was clamping down on him.

Bucky left her throat and she coughed a little, her neck slightly hurting from the position she was in. Sam took the chance that Bucky was letting her breathe and drove his cock inside her, his tip hitting her spot.

“Ah, Sam!” She cried out, making Bucky push back in her mouth with minute sympathy.

“At least make me cum first before screaming another man’s name, you dirty little puppy,” Bucky growled, slapping her breasts, making Sam smirk as he fucked her throbbing pussy.

His words, though uttered in a moment of lust, made her heart lurch. She didn’t want Bucky to think she’d put her pleasure before his or that she was enjoying Sam’s treatment of her lower half more than choking on his dick.

She started sucking harder, ignoring the tension building in her lower abdomen and turning all her moans to hums on Bucky’s cock. She did all the things she knew made her man’s eyes roll and his ringed fingers wrapped about her throat in confirmation. She stretched her arms past her head, her fingers trailing up Bucky’s inner thighs, making him shiver. Her fingers gently played with his balls and Bucky groaned, his hand squeezing her neck more. Soon enough, he was filling her throat with his cum, his mouth agape and his rings bruising her neck. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips and gasping when Bucky pulled out, “thank you, sir.” She panted, her lungs greedy for oxygen.

Bucky only nodded, kicking his pants off before sitting beside her head. Sam grabbed her by the waist so her head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore before he resumed the movements of his hips.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered, more tears leaving her eyes.

Bucky sighed, leaning forward to kiss her trembling lips and she knew she was forgiven. His hands roamed her chest, thumb rubbing over one nipple as he watched her cries grow loud for Sam again. Her throat was sore and her whines were weaker but she was much happier knowing her sir wasn’t mad at her anymore.

“Please,” she whispered when Sam’s fingers flicked her abused clit again.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please let me cum, Sam,” she begged, her hands clutching the sheets as her tummy tensed.

“Cum all over my cock, puppy,” Sam groaned and thrust his cock harder in her.

Her back bowed, clit chasing closer to Sam’s fingers before she saw white and it all became too much. Sam pulled his cock out of her and a rush of her release followed.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” Sam breathed as he watched her quiver and squirt, fingers still rubbing her clit to help her ride it all out.

She quickly became sensitive and her waist jerked, her body settling on the bed, aftershocks buzzing through her core.

“My turn, baby,” Sam said before sliding back in her ass, her wetness helping him glide right in.

“You gonna let me cum in your ass, puppy?” he asked as he fucked her through the aftereffects of her orgasm, her pussy and ass still fluttering.

“Yes, Sam. Please cum inside me, need your cum,” she moaned, letting Sam fuck her into the mattress and loving it.

“Such a good puppy, letting me use you to please your sir- ahh,” Sam grunted, pushing her legs to her chest to have a better view of his cock disappearing in her ass.

“Please, Sam.” She felt herself get close again.

Sam could see her toes curling again before him and a smirk drew itself on his face, “cum for me, puppy. Cum with me.”

Her muscles tensed yet again and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she felt Sam’s warm cum fill her up.

“Thank you, Sam,” she let out, her voice above a whisper.

“Thank you, baby.” Sam carefully pulled out of her and kissed her forehead sweetly, “that was amazing.”

“It really was.” She smiled tiredly and the man chuckled.

“Okay, get out,” Bucky said impatiently.

“Woah, I’m not walking out of here pantless. Chill.” Sam patted his shoulder as he walked to the couch to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“How are you feeling, pup?” Bucky cradled her face and she turned to kiss his hands.

“Really exhausted.” She smiled, “did I do good?” “You did perfect, baby girl. Like always.” He kissed her swollen lips softly.

“That deal is yours by the way,” Sam interrupted as he shrugged on his coat.

Bucky just nodded with a smile in appreciation as he watched Sam walk himself out. He got up to carry her to the shower and saw Sam’s cum leaking out of her ass hole.

“You just love getting your ass fucked, don’t you?”

“I guess I do.” She blushed.

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I would love to write more until dawn & the quarry as well so send in your requests :)

TW: praise kink (sam, jess), body worship (jess), bondage (emily), pet play(ash), rough sex(ash)

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• Sam •

- Out of all the girls Sam is the most vanilla one. It's not like sex with her is boring, it's anything but. She's just pretty tame when it comes down to it. Would take a bit of convincing if you want her to try something new but she definitely won't venture to far on the kinky side. She, not so secretly, loves it when you call her 'good girl' but that's as far as she'll go with pet names during sex.

- She's a switch with no specific preference. You want her to top you? Get ready for your legs to turn into jello. You want to top her? You'll watch her whimper and moan beneath you as she begs for you to touch her just a bit more.

- Absolutely loves marks. It doesn't matter who they're on. She prefers it when you leave hickeys on places that aren't visible, just so she doesn't have to go through the hassle of covering them up. Her favourite place to mark is your thighs. Her favourite place to spend her day is between your legs and the amount of purple marks on your soft skin are a constant reminder of that.

• Jessica •

- Sex is one of the best things in your relationship with Jessica. She is super energetic and horny most of the time so you two have sex on a regular basis. She isn't too vanilla or too kinky. Middle is good. She would have trouble getting out of her comfort zone though. It's a given that she would be hesitant to trying new things in the bedroom because of her underlying insecurities.

- Speaking of her insecurities, she loves when you show her how much you love and appreciate her through sex. She'd definitely be into body worship and would be delighted to spend just as much time loving your body as you do with hers.

- She's a bottom leaning switch. She's also very vocal in the bedroom and you definitely know when you're doing a good job. One of the things that get her going is praise. She loves the feeling especially when it's paired up with some good old dry humping. If you whisper sweet praises in her ear while she's riding your thigh she'll absolutely melt.

• Emily •

- Much like many other things in your relationship, sex with Emily is a wild ride. She might seem like the dominant top that will roughly give away control, but she's a power bottom at heart.

- She's quite a kinky person. Em is a goner the moment handcuffs and gags appear. It surprised you at first, how such a strong and blunt person had the desire to be topped and dominated. It would take time for the both of you to find a balance but when you do, get ready for the best sex you'll ever have. Em will act like a brat on purpose just to rile you up. It's one of her favourite past times, considering how much she enjoys the punishments that always follow.

- Another thing that Em surprisingly loves is when you pay special attention to her tits. They are very sensitive and playing with her chest never fails to make her whine and whimper while she writhes and rubs her thighs together. Em is neither loud nor quiet. Her sounds are mostly breathless moans and whimpers. She will almost never beg you to touch her, you must driver her crazy for her to reach the beginning point.

• Ashley •

- Undoubtedly the kinkiest one of them all is sweet and quiet Ashley. You know what they say, it's always the quiet ones.

- She's definitely into pet play and adores it when you call her 'kitten' during sex. She is a bottom and cannot top anyone for the life of her. She has a normal sex drive but when she does get horny she's very needy. You're going to immediately know when she's in the mood, she can't hide it even if she wants to. She'd want you to be rough with her. Spank her, slap her, pull her hair, bite her. She's into that shit. She also loves face sitting. Preferably with you on top. She has a lot of secret fantasies, as your relationship progresses and she starts to trust you more she'll let you in on them. She would be very happy if you tried them with her. She would also be excited to bring cameras in the mix.

- The idea of filming a video of you fucking her just so you can potentially jerk off to it makes her so incredibly wet. She would also take a lot of nudes and would on purpose send them to you when she knows you won't be able to do anything about it.

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[menmuncher]

anything you say... sub!ethan landry x reader

reader is afab! i will make a amab one soon :D

a/n: the last time i made fics was in middle school..... im a senior...

warnings: smut, dubcon?, profanity, degrading, knife kink, mommy kink

"I always wanted to stick something inside of you, y/n!" He yelled from beneath me, his knife going close enough to cut me a couple times as I hung from the balcony. Sam had took down Quinn, dying in the process to her bleeding out wounds. Next was Tara against Bailey, shot each other at the same time ending in her fate along with his. It was only me and Ethan.

"Fuck you!" I tried to swing my leg up and catch myself onto the railing, throwing me off my balance in the process. It was no use. I could only kick down at him.

"Fuck you!" he yelled. I skimmed his head a couple times before I felt sharp pain in my ankle. I yelped, dropping down from the balcony and landing right on top of Ethan who was now on his back. He struggled and attempted to throw punches at me. But I kept strong, it was satisfying to see the way I overpowered Ethan. I was waiting for him to lift his arm and take a deep stab into my chest angrily. A stab for the death of his father, his sister, his brother. Why was he waiting?

He turned enough that I was switched onto my side, falling off him slightly. My leg hit the ground and the physical pain deeper than before as blood gushed out of my leg. Wait.....

I sat up quickly launching at my ankle, Ethan stopping me abruptly as he grabbed my hair in the process and tugged it. "And where are you going, you sweet dumb thing?" He pushed, as a soft groan escaped his throat.

I grunted as I pulled the knife from my ankle and flipped myself onto him. The knife right in front of his eye, now he was scared of me. I took his hands out from under me, pinning his wrists above his head. He trembled nervously under my grip.

"Now you die a virgin...." I lifted the knife to stab right into him, carve this fucker's eye that took my friends. His eyes began to tear as he started to sob.

"Please..... I'll do anything!" He exclaimed, his hands struggling to reach out and hide himself. He was out of breath, tears streaming his face as his nose and cheeks a dark red.

"God... you're crying?" I mocked him, spitting on to his messy face. His nose runny and his lips trembling. What happened to his dominate side, the side wanting to kill me?

I took the knife to his cheek, not breaking skin but enough that it stung as I slid it down. His adam's apple bobbing with a gulp as his eyes followed the object. A tear dripping onto the metal.

"Anything you say..... so I could carve my name into this pretty face of yours?" he whimpers, cautiously nodding. The knife dragged down to his lip as I poked the edge into it. The punctured hole in his lip now dripping with crimson blood. I felt something raise from underneath me.

I felt a soft throb against my core. I shifted on top of it eliciting a mewl from the black haired boy. He was stuck now. His eyes gave me a quiet look of help.

"Awww and what's this, whore?" I grinded down onto his bulge with force. He knew I wasn't just shifting anymore. He sucked in a sharp breath, licking the blood dribbled from his lips as well the spit. Nervousness in his face.

"It seems like you want this." I said, rising from his belt area and unzipping his jeans. My fingers grazing the soft bulge in the process.

I brought the knife down from his face and with it, cut through his boxers. His length being exposed now to me, rock solid with pre cum dripping down the shaft. He flushed with embarrassment. The way the knife traced his pelvic bone, the heavy breathing-

"P-please I can't take it!" He shouted out. Was he gonna pussy out now and let me kill him? Or was he intending that he needed me to go through with it already?

"You're gonna need to use your words, sweet boy." I grabbed his chin tightly between my palm as his cheeks squished, a slow nod coming from him. If Ethan was wearing mascara, his whole face would be black by now with the way he wept. The mixture of spit, drool and tears blended together on his face into a messy wet glob.

"I just...." He throbbed as he spoke, stuttering "I need you please. I haven't done this before." he grew more ashamed as I laughed in his face, mocking him. I placed the knife in my back pocket as I ran my hand down his toned abs, rubbing his member softly. He licked his lips.

"So you're gonna let your mommy teach you?" His lip trembled as I wrapped my hand around the base and began to stroke up and down slowly. Little whimpers left him as his hands struggled against the restraint holding his wrists together, which were my hands. His eyes jammed shut.

I was going so slow with his cock, making sure he knew I was the dominant one here. He didn't reply to me until the strokes came to a halt. His eyes now wide open as he looked at me, confused. Dumb little puppy didn't even realize what was wrong.

"If I'm gonna do this instead of sticking a knife right down your throat, you're gonna have to be good and be obedient when I'm speaking or asking questions." I said angrily, landing a harsh slap across his face. I bit into his neck and sucked, a soft yellow had formed slowly into purple as I pulled my lips off.

"Y-yes mommy, I want you to do this to me." He muffled and my hand repeated it's pace, him settling back into the ground as the tension spouting from his lower region had lessened at the pumping around him.

I bobbed my head down wrapping it around his dribbling cock, sucking him off while my hand gripped and twisted the base of it. My hair fell in front slightly blurring my vision though when I looked up, I could still see Ethan's glossy eyes. I moaned at the sight of him looking so helpless, the vibrations erupting a reaction from his throat.

He hadn't stopped moaning as he watched curious. This was just like he had seen in porn videos. Though even then, he had hardly jerked himself off. He was just a shy, nerdy virgin - just not so much when he was costumed.

"I-I'm gonna cum mommy." He mumbled in between groans, he was about to explode. Not just his cock. All of him. From his tomato red face, his trembling body.

I was wet but not wet enough. I pulled my mouth and hand from him as he mewled, beginning a protest about how I couldn't just give up and pull away before he came. His tip was cherry red, face twisted in anger until I shot him a look.

I took my hand away that was pinning his wrist as I used it to stabilize myself over his body, his eyes wandered my body as I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my breasts to him as I moved his hand to touch them. He was so shy about it, groping them slowly.

"I'm not wet enough baby. You'll have to use your tongue." I lifted from him temporarily, removing my pants and underwear as I placed my cunt onto his mouth. Grabbing at his hair, he began licking. It was messy, he wasn't a professional of course but the way he really was going in to get it all wet felt good.

I moaned out as he took me by his mouth, the slobbering even making a slimy glow on my thighs. I didn't want to sit on him too hard, that was until he found my clit. Riding him, now I was the one desperate for attention.

"You did such a good job baby" I said signaling I was wet enough now. When I shifted off he whimpered, though his bratty attitude was only for a second as I lowered myself onto his cock. He breathed heavy and even though I was not fully sunken onto him, he jolted up into me as I gripped his needy bucking hips.

"I'm doing the work you stupid whore, not you." I said through gritted teeth, faced with a muttered apology. I sunk down to his base and began to bounce, fucking myself on his cock as he whimpered louder than I'd heard.

He wasn't really thick but he was long, the feeling of him almost being in my stomach made me moan his name. He produced a soft grin, it didn't really matter if he was gonna die now. He got to lose his virginity, he wasn't the last one of the core four to be without-sex because of you.

"Look love, you're in my tummy. Aren't you?" I placed my hand over the lump that was now going in and out and he was unable to even speak out a response. His mouth open like a fish, only moans and groans were audible.

I felt the feeling build up in my stomach, Ethan stuttering to me how he was gonna come. I bounced on him faster as he played with my breats and then, I was milking him. His hot cum squirted inside me as I did the same, his noises errupting louder than mine.

"Good little Ethan." I shifted off him as he trembled, putting my clothes back on. It took him a few minutes before he was able to stand again, yet he still grinned. As he looked down to zip his pants, I reached for the knife in my back pocket.

Stab. Right through his head until I felt it reach his brains. My face now soaking in blood, while panties dripping in cum. Remember, this was to my advantage; not his.

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[kittenofdoomage]

Body & Soul

Summary: Sam plays just as hard as he works.

Pairing: Dom!Sam Winchester x Sub!female!reader

Word Count: 3586

Warnings: two smutty stories in one, told through flashbacks (in italics), elements of BDSM, BDSM specific club, voyeurism, public smut, smut with an audience, shower sex, dominant/submissive, use of toys, restraints, paddling/impact play, marking, biting, bruising, rough smut, nipple clamps, dirty talk, no daddy kink, squirting, slight size kink, possessive!Sam, CEO!Sam vibes, no hunting AU, praise kink

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The pipes rattled a little when you turned the shower on, and you snatched your arm back to avoid getting the cold water on your bare skin. It always took a few seconds to warm up, so you stepped away, leaving the door ajar as you finished removing your underwear, wincing when you caught a bruise. Steam slowly curled out from the stall, filling the already warm room, but you didn’t rush to get in, drawn to the spot that had hurt.

It was on the inside of your thigh, one of many, each one crafted with precision, exactly where he wanted it. You smiled, rubbing your fingertip over the spot, shivering as a delicious thread of pleasure accompanied the pain this time, a reminder of all the things he’d done to you.

The Black Garter was a private club, one you’d been to before, though that didn’t make you any less nervous as the sleek black car pulled up to the curb and Sam’s hand covered your knee, his fingers long enough to stroke the sensitive inside of your thigh where the stockings ended.

“Are you ready?” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips across your shoulder, covered by the long coat that hid your sultry and minimal clothing from the chilly New York air.

“Yeah,” you croaked, remembering yourself at the last second, “yes, sir.”

Sam chuckled, and you felt his other hand slide underneath your ass to squeeze it. “Good girl.”

Warmth swelled in your chest at the praise, and when he climbed out of the car, you followed dutifully, trying not to worry about what lay ahead. In all the times you’d been here, you had only observed, for the most part. Tonight, Sam wanted you to be the observed party, and you knew you had to give him a good show.

Stepping into the stall, you tugged the sheer door behind you closed, humming as the warm spray washed over you. Your muscles ached, and you could still feel the pressure of Sam inside you, the stickiness of his seed on your skin where he had marked you. There was a disappointment inside you at the thought of washing it away, but he’d been clear when he’d sent you in here, you had to clean thoroughly.

You couldn’t stop reliving the night. Every single movement provoked the discovery of another bruise, another mark, all of them his, along with all of you. Sam worked hard, and he played just as hard too.

He kept you close as you entered the club, one large hand almost encasing yours. When you reached the cloakroom, he helped you out of your coat, and you tried not to duck your head bashfully as your outfit - chosen by him - was put on display for every other attendee.

Sam liked you in black, specifically lace. He liked the delicate look of it, how it made patterns on your skin. You had no preference in material and before him, you hadn’t bought anything more exotic than a front-clasping bra; he’d introduced you to more than just pleasure.

“You look beautiful.”

The water was soothing to your tired muscles, so you leaned against the tiled back wall, enjoying the warmth. You inspected yourself, running your fingers over the marks on your forearms from the cuffs, smiling to yourself. Those marks were ones you’d inflicted yourself by thrashing in the restraints, too high on pleasure to care..

Your careful exploration halted when the bathroom door opened and Sam slipped in, his gaze searching you out, lips curling into a grin as he saw you. He was only wearing a pair of low-slung sweats, and his bare feet made no sound as he crossed to the stall.

“Room for one more?”

“Always,” you whispered, lifting your chin with a smirk. “Sir.”

He chuckled, stripping out of the sweats before opening the stall door. “Just Sam,” he corrected, climbing in and closing the door behind him. Joining you under the spray, he tugged you close, cupping your jaw with one hand. “No rules… I think you earned it.”

It was warmer inside the club than outside, so the amount of skin you had exposed didn’t seem to matter, though you could feel eyes on you as Sam led you through the familiar corridors to the main rooms of entertainment. The lights were all low, coming from half-covered lamps on the walls, with only a few spots highlighted in whiter, starker luminance. Soft music filled the air not occupied by conversation or gratuitous moans, and you chanced a look around, spotting numerous couples and throuples engaged in everything from light teasing to full sex. Alcoves in the corridor were filled with harnesses and toys, and as you walked along, you made eye contact with a woman wearing a bit between her teeth, her eyes half-shut and face contorted in pleasure as an older man fucked two thick digits into her cunt.

Sam’s hand was hot against your lower back, rubbing through the thin fabric of your teddy, pressing just enough to keep you moving forward. Your senses were buzzing with apprehension and nervousness, and his touch helped to ground you, guiding you towards the middle of the crowd. You’d watched this happen a hundred times before, now it was you who would be the center of attention.

“Just remember,” he breathed, sliding his hand to your hip, “you say the word and I stop.”

You nodded. “I know the rules, sir,” you whispered, turning your head to look up at him with a smile. 

He returned the affection, squeezing your hip gently. “Would you like a drink first?”

His fingertips danced over your skin, adding to the sensation the water was already creating. He didn’t rush, watching his own hands move, and you smiled as you realized what he was doing - exactly what you’d been doing when he walked in. Every time his fingers stopped, lingering on a spot, you felt a tingle of pleasurable pain, sudden and briefly sharp, leaving you with only a gasp and a yearning for more.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, dropping to one knee. You bit your bottom lip, unconsciously spreading your thighs to allow him whatever access he wanted. He chuckled up at you, watching your face as he pressed his thumb into the same large bruise on your thigh that you’d found earlier. “Does that feel good?”

“They’re yours,” you hummed. “I love them.”

The club rules were simple: no alcohol, no drugs, and consent was compulsory. Sam’s rules aligned with that, aside from one - he never allowed anyone else to touch you. It wasn’t unheard of for some dominants to be happy with others around their sub but Sam was far more possessive than most. This was a performance but as far as you were concerned, the only person you were out to impress was Sam.

You could feel your whole body trembling as he helped you onto the raised platform, and you let your gaze wander over the plush leather upholstery of the table. Sam allowed you to get comfortable, waiting for you to stretch your arms out either side before he fastened the soft cuffs around each wrist. Your legs were split open by the table, and he was quick to secure your ankles in similar cuffs to the ones on your wrists, and once he was satisfied, he stepped between your thighs, resting one hand over your sex. The crotchless panties did nothing to hide either your modesty or your arousal, and you tried not to emit a sound as he held his hand there, the warmth of his palm soaking into your pussy.

“Gonna make you scream for me, baby girl.”

The water had drenched his hair now he was lower down, and you watched him inspect your thighs, not even trying to conceal the sound of your pleasure when he grazed a bruise. His lips replaced his fingers, getting closer and closer to the apex of your thighs, and you tipped your head back when his nose pressed against your folds.

“Sam -” you whined, resisting the urge to grab his head and force him where you wanted him.

“Patience,” he ordered softly, a low chuckle vibrating against your thigh. “You’ll get everything you want.”

You hummed, biting your lip as he continued his torturous path upwards. One of his hands cupped your thigh and lifted, and you allowed him to manipulate you, wobbling slightly when he left you on one leg to hook the opposing knee over his shoulder. His grip held you firm, and in the next second, his tongue stroked over your folds, coaxing a desperate mewl from your lips.

The toys were provided by the club. You hadn’t gotten a good look at the selection on an adjacent table before Sam had tied you down, but you trusted him to know what you liked and what your limits were. He abandoned you for only a minute or two, though it felt like an age under the bright spotlight with the air conditioning making your nipples stiff underneath the lace covering them.

Despite the crowd, only a few paid attention to the stage. Most were engaged in their own pleasures; you could hear snippets of dirty talk, and the occasional climatic wail but you didn’t stop looking at the ceiling, avoiding the spotlight. Sam appeared a few seconds later, looking down at you with a soft smile.

“Lift your head,” he commanded, loud enough for you to hear, and you obeyed, finding a small measure of relief when he slipped a blindfold over your head. “Keep it up,” he added, and you did, ignoring the slight ache in your neck. A gag pressed against your lips, so you dutifully parted them, letting him slot the soft rubber ball between your teeth. “Good girl.”

He paused, fingers grazing your jaw purposefully, asking if you were okay with a tap against the curve below your left ear. You nodded at the practiced signal, and answered his question by clicking your fingers twice, smiling as best as you could.

It didn’t take long for him to make you cum with his tongue. Your pussy was still sensitive, almost raw from how he’d used you that night, not that that stopped your body craving him again. You cried out as he sucked at your clit, keeping up the pressure even when your knee buckled, leaving only his strength to hold you up. Even then, he sought more, easing one, then two thick fingers inside you, dragging them back and forth slowly.

He pulled his mouth away to look up at you in amusement. “You’re still all full of me,” he commented. “That tiny pussy holding all my cum… let’s see if we can’t make you drip.”

You whined loudly, clawing at the wall behind you as he held you in place, driving his fingers into you over and over. Each stroke made your whole body shudder, and your pussy clenched around the intrusion, hips canting forward in search of more.

A second climax almost fried your overstimulated nerves, and you could barely scream. Sam chuckled as you grabbed for his wrist, staring at him with lust-drunk eyes. “Pl-please, Sam,” you whimpered, still rocking yourself onto his hand even though your fingers pried at his wrist.

His lips curled upwards into a hungry smile that made you shiver. “Tell me what you want.”

He didn’t take long in unlacing the teddy, exposing your breasts to the audience. You moaned, lifting your chin slightly.

“They’re watching you,” he murmured,, fastening a clamp around one stiff nipple, forcing you to whimper through the gag. “I’ve already had an offer.” His hand cupped your breast, squeezing lightly as the clamp pinched at the swollen peak. “They didn’t realize that I won’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”

You shuddered, perspiration already beginning to gather on your forehead. Sam’s low chuckle was barely audible over the music, and you had to pay attention to figure out where he was when he wasn’t touching you. Another clamp tightened around your other nipple, tingling jolts of pain mixing with pleasure and only adding to the arousal between your thighs.

His fingers tapped at your jaw again. You swallowed around the gag, clicking your fingers twice again. Moving his hand to your thigh, he held it in a tight grip, rubbing his thumb deep into your flesh. You could feel him leaning over you, the fabric of his shirt brushing against your painfully hard nipples, jostling the clamps just enough to make you gasp around the gag.

“I want to hear you,” he instructed. “I want them to hear you.”

He moved away again, leaving you almost breathless. Deprived of his touch, you could only focus on the throb of each clamped nipple, the pleasure of it making your fingers curl. Something hard and cold patted against your thigh; you recognized the sensation, eyes rolling under the blindfold.

“Want you inside me,” you whined, looking down at him again.

He crooked his fingers inside your cunt, almost making you choke on a cry. “I am inside you.”

“No,” you gasped, shaking your head, trying to articulate your need as he kept working his digits against your deepest spots. “I wa-want your cock inside me.”

“And?”

You moaned low in your throat, struggling to think through the fog of desire. “Want you to fuck me,” you stammered out. “Want you to cum inside me.”

“You want another load of my cum, baby?” he teased, slowly rubbing his thumb against your clit. “You gotta earn that.” You groaned in frustration, releasing his wrist as he began to move a little faster. “Cum again, and I’ll fill up that pretty pussy just like you want.”

The gag stopped you from vocally keeping count of the blows of the paddle but you counted in your mind out of reflex. He started with light impacts to your thighs, twenty each side, keeping to the inner, softer flesh, until each tingled with the repeated impacts. Your tits were next, and you keened loudly every time he struck you, feeling your nipples fight against their prisons as your skin darkened with bruises. 

Every hit was another burst of pleasure, and though you knew you wouldn’t cum from this alone, it never stopped Sam from trying. You could feel how wet you were, certain you’d soaked the table underneath you, and he would no doubt show everyone just what a dirty little painslut you were. After ten on each breast, he stepped back, letting you writhe in the haze of arousal, unable to get friction from anything.

“You want more?” he asked, voice suddenly right by your ear. “Two clicks for yes.”

You released a shuddering breath around the gag, desperate to please him, and then clicked your fingers twice.

Sam’s mouth covered a bruise on your thigh, sucking at it. You cried out, finally obeying the urge to grab him, running your fingers through his thick, damp hair. He moaned against your leg, working his thumb harder against your clit as he buried his fingers deep and stroked the tips right against your sweet spot. Your eyes went wide, cries turning silent, and your hips began to rock faster, your orgasm right at the peak.

You could feel fresh warmth gush around his fingers, and he moaned again, releasing your thigh to look up at you, a pleased smile on his face.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, and you gave him a dazed smile as you pulled your hand away from his head, drunk on the burst of pleasure hormones. He withdrew his fingers, letting your foot drop back to the floor as he got his feet, and your gaze lowered to his thick erection, feeling the blunt tip brush your belly when you looked back up at him. “You earned this.”

Orgasm after orgasm had been wrung from your body. The clamps around your nipples were slick with sweat, and you could feel your own drool on your face from the gag. Sam had only used his fingers so far, making a spectacle of how little he needed to render you limp.

But he wasn’t done. 

Releasing your nipples from their prisons, you felt a small measure of relief when he sucked at each one, letting his tongue soothe the ache. His teeth scraped against him, making you moan again, and when he started to suck at your breast, you squirmed, unbearably desperate for him to fuck you, unable to beg.

“Look at you,” he chided, lifting his head. “So desperate.”

You jumped in surprise when his hand curled around your head, long fingers making easy work of the gag. He tugged it out of your mouth, and you gasped, quickly realizing what he was expecting as he moved away.

“Turn around,” Sam ordered softly, tapping your hip. You smiled and turned, putting your back to him, arching and sticking your ass out. He hummed in approval, placing one hand over your left cheek and squeezing. “Hmm, we’ll need to even this out. Paint your ass as pretty as your tits.”

You moaned as he thumbed his cock between your cheeks, letting the tip catch on your aching hole. He still wasn’t rushing, teasing you with only the head, chuckling when you squirmed impatiently and whimpered.

“I’ll stop teasing,” he promised. “Can’t help myself sometimes.”

A reply popped into your head and fled the next second when he pushed forward, impaling you on another few inches. You gasped, forced up onto tiptoes, and you placed your hands against the wall to brace yourself when he pulled back only to penetrate you more.

“How are you always so tight?” he moaned, repeating the action until he was balls deep, holding you with the entirety of his thick shaft inside you. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against your shoulder. “This pussy was made for my cock,” he muttered. “It belongs to me, just like the rest of you.”

You hissed out a yes in agreement, pressing your forehead against the cool tiles. “Body and soul,” you gasped, unable to stop your pussy clenching around him. “Oh, god, Sam -”

It wasn’t surprising that he made a show out of how well you took his cock. Sam was more than well endowed, intimidating almost - it had been when you’d first experienced it. Now you craved it, prided yourself on how easily you could take him. You heard someone gasp when he finally revealed his favorite toy to torment you with, slapping the solid column of flesh against your sensitive cunt until you let your desire get the better of you.

“Please, Sir,” you cried out, so desperate now that you were choking on the need.

“Poor little cockslut,” he teased, bumping his cockhead against your clit. “Is that what you are?”

“Yes,” you whined. “I’m a cockslut, Sir.”

He hummed, pressing the tip further down, threatening to enter you but holding back. “Why don’t you tell everyone exactly what the little cockslut wants?”

Your mouth felt so dry but you know he would only torment you further if you didn’t do as you were told. “I want your big cock inside me, Sir,” you mewled. “Want you to fuck me full.”

The water cascading over you made the sound of your bodies colliding echo against the tiles, and your cries soon followed, mixing with Sam’s grunts as he fucked you up against the wall. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as the intense pleasure in your belly started to get stronger all over again. Pushing back against Sam got harder with each brutal thrust, and he moved one arm around your waist, cupping a breast as the other slipped underneath your hips until he was practically holding you off of the stall floor, using you like he wanted.

“Cum on my cock,” he growled, biting at your shoulder again. “Lemme feel it, baby, and I’ll fill you up, just like I promised.”

You gasped against the tiles, barely able to form a coherent thought as he kept fucking you. Every moan was punched out by the force of his thrusts, and you didn’t need to put any effort into obeying, letting bliss wash over you. He felt it, groaning loudly as your body tightened around him, and when he finally came, he held himself as deep as he could. Warmth flooded your cunt and dripped down your thighs, and your high simmered in your veins as you relaxed in his hold.

You were shaking when he released you, but he didn’t wait for you to stand up, scooping you into strong arms. His seed was drying on your thighs and pussy, his marks still buzzing as they developed into bruises, but you ignored it all, settling into the warmth of his arms.

“You were so good tonight,” he whispered, carrying you through to the quieter rooms, away from the applauding onlookers. “My perfect girl.”

Your legs trembled as Sam let you down, his strong hands helping you to stay upright. He smiled as you lifted your chin to give him a dazed grin, and when his hand cupped your jaw, you leaned into it, raising your own hand to cover his.

“You’re mine too,” you whispered, the words breaking apart as a yawn disrupted your composure.

Sam chuckled, nodding lightly. “You know I am,” he assured you softly. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

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[enderfenderdragon]

bro why is there none?

bro am i the only one who wants just one sub!colby brock x dom!reader smut?

please

if your gonna make one or post one

tag me please!

:D thanks for letting me get this off my chest/mind

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[i3bucky]

sam wilson x top male reader? :0 i barely ever see any sam fanfics 😭

“five minutes” sub!sam wilson x dom!male!reader

content warning! bottom!sam, top!reader, handjobs, mirror sex, mentions of punishment, d/s dynamics, reader is a little mean in the dominant way that sam loves.

not proofread!

sam was due on stage to accept the shield in five minutes. he had to be out on that stage, collected and together, in five minutes.

sam couldn’t have cared less about that damned shield in the moment. he was partially bent over the sink, staring at you through his own reflection in the small mirror.

everything going on outside the bathroom was like background noise to the both of you, something simply to occupy the silence. “let’s make a deal, sam,” you propose, draping your body over his and kissing along his neck.

“if you can cum within these five minutes, then you’re gonna be rewarded after the ceremony.” you sucked gently on his neck, careful not to leave any marks. if you can’t, then… let’s just hope you can cover your hard-on well enough,” you whispered, pressing against him.

your hand reaches down toward his dress slacks, unzipping them and pulling out his hardening cock. he breathed heavily, heat coursing underneath his skin as you touched him.

the clock was ticking, you made quick work of working his cock in your hand. the sudden pace and roughness of your hand makes him close his eyes and suck in a sharp breath.

your other hand finds his neck, forcing him to look at his reflection. “c’mon, watch yourself,” you tell him, jerking his cock. “you got around 4 minutes now, sammy, clocks’a ticking.” you hum, applying subtle pressure around his neck, constricting him just enough.

“i-i can’t,” sam grits, hands gripping the sink. “‘s not enough,” and sam with the way you’re so rough with him, sam doesn’t know whether to lean into your unforgiving hands or away from the touch.

“not enough? i would hate for you to go out there all hard and desperate, sammy,” you murmur, faux sympathy dripping from your tone.

his eyes fill with tears, but he doesn’t look away from you in your reflection. he’s crumbling underneath you, moans being pushed from his lips while his eyebrows furrow.

there’s a pit of warmth brewing at the in sam’s stomach, cock twitching in your head. “getting close, baby? ready to cum all over my hand?” you ask, the slick sounds of his precum making everything so much more filthy.

his eyes start to roll and his grip begins to falter on the sink. he starts whispering unintelligible curses under his breath, hips twitching against you. his lips twitch and his mouth falls open, and before you know it, his orgasm washes over him.

his cum makes a mess of your fingers, and his moans turn into soft whines as he rides out his orgasm. “good,” you smile against his neck, retracting your fingers and releasing your grip along his neck.

he breathes heavily, catching his breath as you clean your hands in the sink and tuck him back into his pants. “you’re evil.” sam mutters, turning around and leaning against the sink to face you. you smile, pecking his lips a few times.

“but, enough with my rambling! i present to you, sam wilson, our own captain america!”

sam breathes, looking and you and pecking your lips once more before rushing out of the bathroom.

“‘m proud of you!” you call after him, grinning to yourself and listening for the sound of erupting applause for sam.

< my endings are always so horrible pls 😭 >

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[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 7

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

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Summary/Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Just filthy Subby Bucky Smut.

7 Days Before Christmas

Bucky twitched anxiously every time you even looked at him; you were chattering away as if you didn’t know he was rock hard—and had been for hours.

You and Yelena had returned home about an hour ago, both of your hands full of bags. He hadn’t even noticed the slight bruising on both of your faces. 

Bucky waited patiently for you to hold up your end of the deal, but you didn’t. 

He was staring at your ass as you bent over the table to adjust a falling gumdrop on Yelena’s gingerbread house. 

“Does that sound good, baby?” 

“Huh?” Bucky snapped out of his trance and frowned slightly at the glint in your eyes. 

“Yelena’s never been on one of those carriage rides. Do you wanna go? Sam will be back soon.” 

Bucky didn’t want to go–he wanted you to send them away so he could finally get what he actually wanted. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

Bucky’s stomach twisted in desire when he saw the smirk on your face at his concession–you knew exactly what you were doing. 

She’s gonna fucking kill me.  

**

You and Bucky were settled in a horse-drawn carriage; Sam and Yelena were a few feet ahead. The carriage walls were high and long to shield you from the wind, and you had brought blankets along to keep warm. 

You knew Bucky was extremely on edge–his hands were balled into fists, and you weren't even touching him yet. You caressed his thigh under the blanket, and he turned to you with the most desperate look in his eyes. 

“Were you a good boy for me?” You asked in a sultry voice that made him whine. 

He nodded frantically. “Please.” 

“Please, what?” 

“Need you.” 

“I’m right here.” Your hand moved higher under the blanket and just sat there, burning a hole through his jeans. 

“Please,” he whined. “Need you to touch me—to make me come—please.” 

Your hand slid over his crotch, and you heard the sharp intake of air as he tried not to react. You moved your hand with more pressure but slower, and he groaned lowly. 

“Touch you like this, baby?” You asked sweetly. 

“Yes, but—" Bucky groaned louder as your hand sped up. “Can we—go—oh—go back home?” He rushed the last few words out before biting his lip to hold in his moan. 

“Thought you wanted me to make you come?” You undid his pants quickly and shoved your hand inside. 

“Oh god, not here.” Despite his protests, Bucky spread his legs further apart under the blanket. He dipped his head back, breathing hard, as you pushed him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

You sucked the sweet spot on his neck and moved your hand with the sole purpose of making him come. 

“Doll—please stop,” he huffed out, thrusting his hips gently into your hand. 

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.” 

Bucky shuddered as your warm tongue trailed over his neck. The adrenaline pumping through his veins every time the carriage passed a group of people wasn’t helping his situation.

“I’m—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, please!” 

“It’s okay, baby, just pretend you’re filling up my tight little cunt,” you whispered as you sucked his earlobe into your mouth. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Bucky couldn’t stop picturing that. His brain was no longer working as his hips chased the orgasm his body so desperately needed. 

You giggled and kissed his flushed neck as you pulled your hand away. Bucky looked at you like he was about to cry, his chest heaving rapidly. “Please,” he said brokenly. 

“Soon.” 

You called for the driver’s attention and asked him to take you back. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief when you exited the carriage and headed back home. 

“So, I got Sam and Yelena tickets to see the Rockettes tonight–” 

Your sentence was cut off as Bucky picked you up and threw you on his back as he ran through the park. He hailed the first taxi he saw, and you were home before Sam and Yelena even realized you had left. 

Bucky pushed you up against the door, already pulling your clothes off. 

“Bucky—slow down.” 

“No,” Bucky groaned. “I’m so fuckin’ hard—can’t wait anymore.” 

You pushed him away. “You said you were gonna be good for me.” 

Bucky followed you like a puppy to the bedroom and frowned when you picked up your shopping bags off the floor. “Doll, please, please, I’m dying over here.” 

You ignored him as you took items out of your bags, all clothes, and then one small black box. “Strip and lay on the bed.” 

Bucky quickly did what you said, looking at the sleek black item in your hand with curiosity. He laid against the headboard, his abs tight and his cock leaking precum all over his stomach.

“I got you something if you want to try it.” You knelt next to him on the bed. 

“What is it?” Bucky was already twitching with excitement as you poured lube over the toy. 

You pushed a button, and the toy vibrated in your hand—Bucky’s hips involuntarily flexed. 

“Think you can handle that?” You asked as you started prepping him with your fingers. 

“I—fuck—I don’t know.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut, wanting so badly to feel the toy inside him but so close to losing control just from your fingers. 

“Tell me if it’s too much; I just want you to feel good, kay?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you slowly slide the toy inside him. He groaned when it was fully settled, nuzzling right against his prostate. 

You got off the bed and dangled the remote in his face. “Touch yourself for me, baby. But no coming until I say.”  

You made him watch you try on all the clothes you had bought, keeping the vibration against his prostate low. His hand moved slowly over his cock until he couldn’t handle it anymore, begging you for release. But all you gave him was the mercy of turning the toy off until he could start again. 

He was trying so hard to be good, but as you got to the last bag, he was squirming and grinding into his hand. He could smell how wet you were—you were enjoying this maybe more than you should be. 

You came back out of the bathroom, and he whimpered as he thrust faster into his hand. A tiny red skirt with a white fur trim fluttered around your hips, only highlighting the little piece of lace between your legs. A big red bow covered your breasts. 

“What do you think?” You twirled for him before climbing onto the bed and sitting between his legs. 

“Please,” he muttered as his eyes admired every curve and line of your body.  

You leaned forward and moved his hands out of the way. “You’ve been so good, baby,” you whispered as you wrapped your delicate hand around his shaft. 

“I have—please, wanna come,” Bucky sighed as you turned the toy up and worked your hands over his cock. 

“I’m gonna let you come.” 

Bucky relaxed at the promise, letting you build him up.

“One more thing.” You left the bed and came back with a red silk ribbon. “Give me your hands.” 

Bucky didn’t hesitate; he held his hands out for you, and you quickly tied them together. 

“Is this okay?” You placed gentle kisses on each of his wrists. 

“I’m okay,” Bucky assured you. He’d never done anything like this, and part of him was surprised at how much it turned him on. 

“Does that feel good?” You asked as you stretched his arms above his head and attached his tied hands to the headboard. 

“Ye–yes,” Bucky stuttered. 

“What’s your color, baby?” You settled between his legs again. 

“Green, very green.” Bucky flexed his muscles, testing the restraints. 

You took a moment to admire him, his muscles taut and glistening as he tried to regulate his breathing. Of course, he could easily get out of your restraints, but that just made it so much hotter—he was allowing you to do this to him—trusted you enough to allow it, to want it.

“So sexy, Buck. I’ve been so wet for you all day.” You leaned forward and gently sucked the tip of his dick, your tongue kitten licking him. 

Bucky couldn’t speak; only desperate moans would come out of his mouth. 

You kept your mouth on his tip only as your hand worked the rest of his shaft. You could feel him swell in your hand and knew he was getting close. You slid your mouth down a little further and moaned at the broken whine that left his mouth. 

“I’m gonna come—don’t stop.” Bucky managed to get out between moans as the plates in his vibranium arm whirred with the effort to keep his hands where they were.

You pulled your mouth off and slowed down your hand. “You wanna come in my mouth or my pussy?” 

Bucky groaned and threw his head back. “I—I don’t know, please!” 

You turned off the toy and pulled a condom out of the bedside table drawer, slowly rolling it onto his red cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Bucky panted as you straddled him and teased the tip of his dick at your dripping entrance. 

You slowly sank down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him. “So big, Bucky. You feel so good,” you moaned. 

His fingernails dug harshly into his palm. He was about to come, and he needed it more than he needed air. 

“Gonna come, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he sighed as he bottomed out in you. “So fucking tight. Move doll,” he groaned.  

Ignoring his begging, you leaned forward, keeping him stuffed inside you, and kissed him. You traced his bow-shaped lips with the tip of your tongue, making him groan when you bit his plush bottom lip. How was it possible for someone to have such a pretty mouth? 

“You been thinking about filling me up all day?” 

Bucky nodded. “Please, please! I—oh fuck I’m right there, doll, please.” His eyes were screwed shut in frustration. He wanted to scream—he was finally buried in your warm, velvety walls; his balls were heavy and tight in anticipation of the orgasm that was seconds away—and you wouldn’t fucking move. 

“So hot when you beg—beg a little more, baby, and I’ll let you fill my teasing little pussy with all that hot cum.” You reached back and gently squeezed his balls to punctuate your sentence. 

Bucky shouted nonsense as he squirmed underneath you. 

“Use your words, Buck.” You drug your fingernails down his chest, just hard enough to leave light red marks. 

“Please! I’ll do whatever you want—need you so bad—been going fucking crazy since this morning.” Bucky groaned when you still didn’t move. “Please, I’ve been so good—I wanted to come so bad when you were gone.” 

“Did you touch yourself?” You picked up the remote and teased your finger over the button, smirking when Bucky’s cock twitched inside of you. 

“Yes,” Bucky sighed, his arm whirring again as he fought the urge to break free and take what he needed from you. “I—I—fuck, let me come!” Bucky’s dominant side started to seep through as he practically growled the words out. 

Unamused with his outburst, you leaned back, resting your hands on his trembling thighs. The position put you even more on display for him. His eyes raked down your body, starting with the displeased frown on your face, pausing briefly on your chest, wrapped up like a gift from God, down your stomach, over your soft hips—he squeezed his eyes shut when he caught sight of the space where you were joined together, afraid the view alone would send him over the edge. 

“Open your eyes,” you snapped, just barely rolling your hips. “Look at how perfectly you fit inside me.”

“I can’t,” Bucky groaned when you moved your hips again. “I’m gonna come,” he whispered with a slight tremble. 

“No, you’re not. Only good boys get to come.” 

Bucky’s eyes flew open; he was about to argue but swallowed it. You wanted his submission. And fuck, he would give you whatever you wanted. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.” 

“Do what I told you.” 

Bucky reluctantly dragged his eyes down to the lacy thong shoved to the side, making room for his thick cock to stretch you out. you lifted your hips just enough for him to see the base of his cock, drenched in your juices.

Bucky couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes again, straining against his restraints. “I’m sorry, it’s too much! I can’t fucking think about anything but pounding into your pussy until my cum is dripping down your thighs.” 

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned, your body clenching on reflex. “Gonna make my good boy come, kay?” You started bouncing yourself on him hard and fast. 

Bucky grunted as he lifted his hips, meeting you with every thrust. “Thank you, oh please,” Bucky’s face screwed up in pleasure as he thrust up into you. “Oh please, don’t stop. Please, please, gonna come.” Bucky didn’t realize he was shouting as he begged you for his release. 

You were nearly as wound up as he was, and looking down at him—every muscle in his colossal body flexing—begging you for his release was too much for you to take. 

You moaned his name as you reached your peak. “Come, baby, fill me up.” 

The combination of you turning the vibration on the highest setting and your walls fluttering around him was it for Bucky. He broke the tie around his wrists and dug his fingers into your hips hard as his cock twitched wildly inside you. No sound came out of his mouth as he came. The pleasure was too much; all he could do was hold your hips flush against his as he let rope after rope of cum fill the condom. 

As he came down, he groaned, “god damn, I can’t feel my legs. That was so—so,” Bucky lost his train of thought; his eyes were slightly unfocused as he stared up at you.  

you giggled and kissed his lips. “Glad you liked it—it was hot as hell.” 

Bucky’s chest was still heaving; he couldn't form more words. His hands roamed over your body. Once he caught his breath, he sat up to kiss you properly. 

“You definitely owe me more than one orgasm after that.” Bucky grabbed the end of the bow around your chest with his teeth and pulled it off.

“We’ve got two hours,” you sighed, pushing Bucky’s head closer as his teeth grazed over your nipple. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you come again.”

Bucky groaned and laid back on the bed, ready to submit to you as many times as you asked.

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[havensins]

Eating Sam out after a mission

let’s rlly talk about it tho..

sam who’s been acting like a brat bc he’s all pent up and frustrated, though you know whenever he’s bratty it’s just him not knowing how to ask for what he wants.

you’d tell him to get on his hands and knees, and he’d talk back until he sees you’re serious. he’d do it with some grumbling, though it’s when his pants are pooled at his knees and your hands are spreading him wide that all the anger melts out of him.

he can feel his frustrations leaving his body and and soon enough his arms get too weak to hold him up. he’s face down in the pillows, head turned to the side to let his moans free.

his words slur into “thankyouthankyouthankyou’s” as he feels himself on the verge of cumming. everything melts around him and he can only think of you as he does. he’s still thanking you as he comes down, grateful that you knew exactly what he needed.

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