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internationalfandomgirl · 7 years

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The Winchesters Changed My Life Pt. 6: Movie Night with Sam

Characters: Sam x reader

Length: 2,279 words

Warnings: Fifty Shades of Grey smut

Summary: You and Sam decided to have a movie night together. The choice of movie takes its toll of both of you, so you might as well explore those feelings together.

A/N: I admit it, I suck. I post chapters all willy nilly. If you want to read the whole story it is fully published on AO3. I messed up posting this and put it on the wrong blog. Sorry!

It has been about a week since you and Dean had spent the night together. Dean was out with an old friend tonight which left you and Sam alone in the bunker. The two of you decided that you wanted to have a movie night. Sam went out and got a bunch of food from different places so you guys could eat while you watched the move. You decided to have the movie night in Sam’s room since he had the biggest bed and actually had a TV in his room unlike you. You had thought about using Dean’s room, but decided against it.

You went to your room to get into something comfortable. You decided on a black tank top with your favorite pair of leggings. You could smell all of the delicious food Sam had brought back as you walked out of your room. You couldn’t quite tell what Sam had decided to pick up because there were so many different smells. You knocked on the door before letting yourself into Sam’s room. He was sitting on the bed with foods from all of your favorite restaurants laid out. He was wearing his favorite pair of sweatpants and a body hugging t-shirt. “Wow Sam, you really went all out for this, didn’t you.’ "Well, I didn’t know what you wanted to eat so I decided to get a little bit of everything” he said smiling at you. His dark eyes always sparkled when he smiled, and you couldn’t help smile back at him. “So, what movie are we going to watch tonight” he asked looking at you.

“Well, I thought we could choose together. I didn’t want to choose something that was too girly for you or anything.” He chuckled at you as you said this. “I made that mistake last time Dean and I had a movie night.” Sam looked at you suspiciously. “Okay,” you admitted, “I did that one on purpose just to see what he would do.” You smiled at Sam.

“Well, I’m sure he loved it. Here take a seat, we can choose something then eat.” He patted the bed next to him. “What are you in the mood for? We can literally choose anything.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what I’m in the mood for” you said as you sat on the bed next to Sam. Your eyes looked at the screen. You could see at least five movies just on the first screen that you wouldn’t mind watching.

“Let’s see…Trolls, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Fifty Shades of Grey…” Sam started to list off different movies. You laughed at the movies Sam was listing off to you. “What” he asked hitting you on the shoulder.

“It is just a funny list of movies you are giving me. You went from children’s animation, to horror, to kinky awfully fast!” You smiled at him as he shrug his shoulders at you.

“I’m just reading what’s on the screen. See anything you like?”

“Well…” you blushed a little “The next fifty shades movie is coming out soon. I do need to watch the first one before I see the second one” you admit to him. “I read the books and I always like to compare the books to the movies. See what they changed and kept the same, you know?”

“Actually, I do. I do that all the time” he said, “I read those books too. Fifty Shades it is!” You couldn’t believe it. You were about to watch a smut movie with Sam Winchester while sitting in his bed.

“Ummm…I don’t think I can eat food while watching this movie, especially if it is anything like the book. Could we maybe watch an episode of Buffy while we eat and then start the movie” you ask looking at Sam sheepishly.

“You have a point” he said smiling down at you. “Sure, any specific episode or should we keep going from where we left off last time?”

“Let’s keep going” you say as you grab a piece of pizza from the box. You guys eat while watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Sam tells you about different stories of hunts they have been on and tells you how Buffy would have died if she tried going after the creatures the way she does. You listen intently enjoying listening to Sam happily telling story after story.

The episode ends and you have finished eating. “Let’s put the leftovers away before we start the movie.” Sam agrees and picks up some of the food from the bed. Once all the food is put away you head back to Sam’s room to get comfortable on the bed.

“Okay, are we ready for a little smutty goodness?” He gives you a wink as he leans forward and presses play. You blush at the comment but lean into Sam as he puts his arm around you so that you both are more comfortable. The movie, and being so close to Sam, effects you more than you were expecting. You find yourself getting worked up and wanting to touch yourself. There is no way that you can do that without Sam noticing though. You look to the hands in your lap for a moment and something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You realize Sam is also being effected by the movie and the evidence is the bulge in his pants. You stop yourself from choking as you realize how big Sam is. “Makes sense, his hands and feet are huge so why wouldn’t other parts be” you think to yourself and give off a little snort. Sam pulls your shoulder into him. “What’s so funny? What I’m seeing on the screen isn’t funny, unless you find whips and chains funny.” He peers at you with those dark eyes and raises an eyebrow at you.

You cough a little, “No! I was off in la la land thinking about something else. No whips and chains are not funny, I find them kind of hot.” You cover your mouth quickly realizing what you just said. You would never admit that to Sam or Dean, and yet you just did because you couldn’t tell Sam you were thinking about him and his cock doing the same things that the characters were doing on the screen.

“Really Y/N? You like this kind of stuff? Wow, I learn more about you every day.” He gives you that sexy smile and you feel like he is peering into your soul. You give a little smile before turning back to the screen. You feel like Sam is watching you more than he is watching the movie. After a while you feel Sam’s hand on your leg. He is gently stroking your thigh with his hand but he is back to watching the movie. During a rather hot scene you don’t realize that you open your legs a little more until Sam’s hand brushes up against your mound. You let out a small gasp when you feel the connection.

“Y/N I’m pretty sure this movie is effecting you just as much as it is effecting me.” You look up at Sam and give him a quizzical look. He grabs your hand and places it in your lap so you can feel his hardness in your hand. Your gaze follows your hand to his lap. “Y/N from what you said earlier I take it you like these kinds of things. Is that true? You nod your head yes, all of a sudden you are shy and can’t seem to say anything or make eye contact with Sam. "Have your tried any of this stuff before?” Once again you nod. “Y/N look at me and answer me with your words.”

You look up at him, he is looking at you with lust in his eyes. “Yes Sam, I like this. Yes I have been a sub before” you say quietly before you look down again. “Y/N I also enjoy Dom/sub relationships and everything in this movie so far. We are both turned on, and you seem to have started to slip into a sub headspace. Is this something you want to do? With me? Now? Answer me Y/N.”

“Yes.” Sam gives a light cough before you add, “sir.” A smile breaks out across Sam’s face that lights up the room. In a flash Sam is on top of you kissing you as he pulls you down to lay on the bed.

“Y/N, I want you. If you don’t want to do something you need to tell me and I will stop right away. I will ask you for a color you answer me with red, yellow, or green. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir” you respond breathlessly.

“Good girl” he says and give you a wicked grin. “What is your color right now?”

“Green.” Sam smiles before he rips his shirt off and throws it into the corner. “We won’t use any whips today, we will save that for later, but I would like to tie you to the bed.” You nod yes. You can’t take your eyes off of Sam, his dominance radiating off of him. He pulls your shirt off and throws it away and his lips are back on you licking and nibbling every inch of flesh he can reach. He roughly grabs your breast needing them in his large hands before he pulls off your bra and throws it away as well. You hear the drawer next to your head open and close. Sam ties your hands above your head without his mouth ever leaving your body then pulls away. “Color” he asks.

“Green sir.” He looks proud when you say that.

“Christ, you are beautiful Y/N. We are both going to enjoy this.” He checks his knots before sliding down your body. “These leggings are nice Y/N but I want to see what is under them.” His mouth is hovering over your waist and you gasp as his teeth grab hold of the offending clothing and pulls them down your legs. He sits up on his legs looking at you naked except for you panties. “Nice” he smirks. “I should have known you would have fun panties.” You blush as you think about what pair of panties you are wearing. You always enjoy having sexy and comical undergarments. Today you were wearing Rocky and Bullwinkle panties. “Moose and Squirrels, cute, but they are in the way.” He rips the panties off of you before dipping his head between your legs.

“Don’t move” he commands you before sliding his tongue through your slit. It takes all of your might to not move at the sensation. “You taste delicious.” He raises your legs up and over his shoulders positioning his hard cock at your entrance. Slowly he enters you filling you much like Dean had done in the bathtub. “Do you feel how hard you make me Y/N? You do this to me all the time. Around you I can’t help it. I have wanted to do this for a while now.” Same leans down to kiss you before he starts pumping his hips into you harder and faster. He spanked your bouncing ass leaving a burning red mark which made you moan. “I never thought that you would be so submissive Y/N. We are going to have a good time together.” You moan at his words unable to answer him. He reaches his thumb to your little bundle of nerves circling it. You can feel yourself climbing higher and higher. “Please sir, may I cum?”

“You want to cum? Not until I give you permission.” Sam continued to make you climb higher his pace getting faster and harder circling his thumb around your clit. Moans continuously spilled out of your mouth. He spanked you again and again each time earning a moan from you. “God Y/N you make the prettiest sounds” he exclaimed. “Y/N cum for me now.” As soon as the words left Sam’s mouth you unraveled around him. You clamped down on him as you reached your release which set him on his. He let your legs down and laid by your side. “You are an amazing women Y/N. I mean it” he said as he untied your hands from the bed.

After a moment you felt him nudging you to turn over. “Sam, I can’t right now. It’s too much.”

“Just lay on your stomach baby.” You do as you are told and Sam sits up and straddles you. He starts to massage your shoulders working out the tightness from being held over your head so long.

“Mmmm Sam that feels good.” He kisses you right between your shoulder blades and you feel him smile. He continues to work on your shoulders and back relaxing your muscles.

“I’m serious about what I said Y/N. You are amazing. I really needed that, thank you.”

“Thank you Sam. I needed it too.” You feel Sam’s weight leave you as the bed dips to your side under him. His arm snakes around your back and he hugs you tight. You turn to look at him and he kisses your fore head.

“Sleep baby. I will be here when you wake up.” Sam smiles at you as you drift off to sleep. What are you going to do. You are falling for both of the Winchesters and you don’t want to hurt either of them. That would be something you would have to work out later, for now you need sleep.

#WCML

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intrepidmare · 7 years

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Dragonsworn - Extended excerpt

“Remi! You can’t kill Daimons at the front door!” Dev Peltier shot across the main bar floor of Sanctuary at a dead run, with his wolfwere brother-in-law Fang Kattalakis hot on his heels.

“Sure I can,” his identical brother snarled in his earpiece. “Watch me!”

Dreading the scene of his shapeshifting twin ripping the heart out of a demon on the busy streets of New Orleans underneath a closed circuit police camera, Dev considered teleporting to stop the coming disaster, but that would only worsen this fiasco.

And guarantee them both some special quality time in a high security government lab some place where they’d never be seen or heard from again.

He and Fang barely reached the open front door in time to grab the tall, muscled mountain that sometimes passed as a human being before Remi ate the petite blonde standing nonchalantly under the outside streetlight.

And that bastard fought them with everything he had as they pulled him back from his would-be victim. A victim who didn’t appear concerned at all that she’d narrowly escaped certain death.

Remi even bit Dev in the shoulder as he struggled against them.

“Dammit!” Dev snarled. “You better have had your rabies shot, boy!”

Growling in that unique way that only a shapeshifting bear could, Remi continued to try and throw them off so that he could reach the woman who still hadn’t moved.

In fact, the Daimon yawned. Then checked her watch as if the entire event left her bored out of her mind. “Can I go in now? You two have him leashed, right?”

Fang’s jaw dropped at her nonchalant tone. “You know, Medea, given what happened the last time a bunch of you showed up here, you’ve got a lot of nerve.”

“‘Course I do. It’s what makes me the bad guy. And I’m told my half-brother’s upstairs, playing poker with your little brother. So if you don’t mind …” She headed inside as if she didn’t have a bar full of shapeshifters who’d love to make her their lunch.

Remi continued to curse them both. “They killed Maman and Papa! How could you let her waltz into our bar like that?”

Dev kept his brother in place with his forearm across Remi’s throat. “Because if you harm one hair on her head, we’ll lose our sanctuary license again. Think of your nieces and nephews!”

All of them had lost too much during the last battle that had shattered their family.

Finally, the fire went out in Remi’s eyes as he stopped struggling against them.

“We good?”

Remi nodded.

Releasing him, Dev stepped back to eye Fang. “So what idiot put hothead on the door tonight?”

Fang cast him a disgruntled glare. “I be said idiot. Thank you very much. Thought he was you. Could one of your bastards cut your hair so that I can tell you apart?”

Dev rolled his eyes. Then pointed to the double bow and arrow tattoo on his biceps. “I do have one mark that distinguishes me from the other idiots, you know?”

Fang scoffed while Remi started for the door.

“Hey, hey!” Dev caught his arm. “What’cha thinking, punkin?”

“That Maman should have eaten you when you were whelped.”

Dev snorted. “You can’t go in there and start a fight with her. Need I remind you there’s a shit ton of human tourists in that bar and Max is a bit preoccupied tonight with his dragonswan. That boy ain’t been up for air in days so we can’t count on him to help us out with the humans.”

Remi’s nose twitched in that way that said he was hellbent for blood. “Can’t his brother mindwipe them, then?”

Good question. Falcyn might have the same powers as Max. Then again, he might not. Even if he did, there was no guarantee he’d use them as helping others wasn’t exactly the surly dragon’s priority. “No idea. You want to ask Falcyn?” That shapeshifting bastard was the only creature alive with a worse attitude than Remi.

Unless you counted the former Dark-Hunter Zarek. Though to be honest, Dev would run Falcyn up against Z any day. Thrice on Sundays.

Proof to the point? Remi backed down immediately at the thought of speaking to Falcyn, and that was something his brother never did.

“I’m going to go watch her,” Remi grumbled before he headed inside.

Dev growled low in the back of his as he met Fang’s irritated smirk. “I know. Dev, go watch your brother.”

“And find me someone else to guard the door.”

“Where’s your ear p …” Dev’s voice trailed off as he remembered that one of Aimee’s favorite things was to nibble Fang’s ears in the backroom when no one else was around. Disgusted with the thought of his baby sister touching anything male in a sexual way, he grimaced. “Never mind. I’ll grab Cherif. You can’t miss him. He’s the one who looks like me, but isn’t.”

“That could also be Quinn.”

“Don’t remind me.” It was hell to be one of four identical quads. Only Aimee and the Dark-Hunter Acheron had ever been able to tell them apart.

And Dev’s wife, Sam. She’d never once confused him with his brothers, which was one of many reasons he loved her.

“Double time, Bear!” Fang snapped. “Don’t need your brother starting some shit while we’ve got humans around to witness it!”

Letting out a bear growl in his throat, Dev went to find Remi before the bear really did eat the Daimon, and start another war they didn’t need to fight.

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Medea screwed her face up at all the humans in the dark, noisy bar as they swayed to the music of the Howlers. Gah, how she hated them. Though to be honest, it would be quite a feast for her should she choose to indulge, not that she needed their blood to feed— unlike the others of her kind.

For her, it was just fun payback …

More tempted than she ought to be, she forced herself to ignore all the throats that would be so easy to rip open and searched for her half-brother’s familiar face. Though she and Urian were technically enemies who fought on opposite sides of this war, he was still one of the few people she considered her friend.

Right now, she had dire news he needed to hear.

“Hey baby! You looking for me?”

Medea curled her lip at the cheesy come-on line. Worse? The filthy human stank of cheap alcohol and some cologne he must have bought off a clearance drugstore aisle. “Out of my way.”

“Ah, now, why you want to do me like that?” He put a rough grip on her arm to hold her by his side.

Laughing, she bit her lip seductively. “Sugar, you have no idea what I really want to do with you …”

His eyebrows shot north. “Oh yeah?”

“Ummm-hmmm.” She stepped into his arms as she dreamed of gutting him on the floor.

An instant later, he was snatched back and shaken like a dog would do its favorite toy. “Take a hike.”

The human started to attack, until he caught sight of the man who’d grabbed him. That took every bit of bluster out of him and he quickly dashed away.

Not that Medea blamed him. This Were-Hunter was huge, even by their inhuman standards. Tall. Well-muscled. His caramel skin would make any woman’s mouth water. And to her instant horror, she wasn’t immune to his charms.

In fact, she was strangely breathless as her gaze went to a pair of silvery blue eyes that practically glowed. Between that and his black hair, she’d almost think him a Dream-Hunter. Indeed, his powers were strong enough to be godlike.

The air around her was rife with them. It crackled in a way that was reminiscent of Acheron Parthenopaeus— an Atlantean god who pretended to be a Dark-Hunter for reasons only he knew. More than that, she couldn’t even tell what breed this particular Were-Hunter belonged to. Bear, wolf, bird, lion, leopard, panther, tiger, dragon, jaguar, cheetah or jackal. He was that powerful.

“What are you?”

Falcyn felt an odd half smile curve his lips. A rare, rare thing for him. But then it’d been a long time since he’d seen a morsel as tasty as this one. Her white-blond hair was an unusual shade, but natural. And it contrasted sharply with her black eyes.

And she wasn’t just a Daimon. There was something a lot stronger inside her. Something he could taste and smell. The scent of it was like honey to his tongue.

“Hungry,” he whispered.

She actually rolled her eyes and stepped around him.

A sound rumbled out of him that was even more rare than his smile. Took him a few seconds to realize it was a laugh.

No one had ever been so dismissive of him. Mostly because he ate those idiots and picked his teeth with their bones. And before he even realized what he was doing, he was after her.

She paused in the crowd to turn around and glare at him. “Oh, I see. You’re a dog. Well, Fido, I’m sure there are some nice little humans over at the bar who’d like to take you home and pet you. I’m not one of them. So go on, boy.” She clicked her tongue like a human would do their pet or a stray they were trying to get rid of. “Go on! Shoo!”

As she started to leave, Falcyn licked his lips. “So you’re the queen bitch of the Daimons. They told me you were something else. But how many of them know you have demon blood inside you?”

She quirked a brow at his question, then gave him an insidious smile that made his cock jerk. “Before or after I kill them?” Her gaze narrowed as she swept a gimlet stare over him that said she was sizing him up for battle. “And you’re wrong about my title. The queen would be my mother.”

“Then what would that make you?”

“Daddy’s most precious little girl.”

He belly-laughed. Something that made every Were-Hunter near them step back and gape.

That finally took some of the bluster out of her as she caught sight of their uncharacteristic actions.

And fear. Especially since they never feared anything.

Except him.

“Who are you?” she asked with a note of reservation in her voice.

“Wrong question.”

“How so?”

“It’s not so much who am I … as what am I.”

Medea felt a tremor of fear finally roll down her spine. “You’re not one of them, are you?” The Were-Hunters had been created aeons ago by the king of Arcadia in a desperate attempt to save the lives of his sons from a curse placed upon their mother’s race by the Greek god Apollo— Medea’s own grandfather. Seeking to elongate the lives of his sons, the king had bargained with a Sumerian god to magically splice their DNA with animals.

It’d worked and the Sumerian god and Arcadian king had created two races of shapeshifters. Those who held human hearts, called Arcadians. Human in their base forms, they could take animal form. And the Katagaria who had animal hearts and were able to shift into humans.

The “man” in front of her shook his head slowly to indicate that he fell into neither group. As he said, he was something else entirely.

Yet he bore the scent of a Katagari warrior. An animal at heart and in base form. She knew the raw, preternatural musk that permeated their breed. It was unlike anything else in the world. And though tinged with something else, it was unmistakable.

This wasn’t a man she was dealing with, but a creature of immense power.

“Like you, princess, I’m something much, much older that those half-Greek byblows… Deadlier. And unpredictable.”

“I know you’re not a god.”

He approached her slowly, and while it wasn’t in her to ever retreat, she found herself stepping back to keep from being overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. By the magnitude of his arcane powers that seemed to grow stronger the longer she was here.

“Nay, love,” he breathed in her ear with that deep, resonant baritone. “But there are things in this world that even the gods fear.”

And he was definitely one of them. She knew it with every single molecule of her being.

#dragonsworn #dark hunter series #dark hunter #were hunter #lords of avalon #sherrilyn kenyon #book excerpt #oh my! this book is going to be soooooooooooooooo freaking good #i'm already loving medea and falcyn bickering #can't wait for the rest #is it august yet?

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