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DEALER … sam winchester & demon!reader

── ⭑ MINORS DNI

warnings 🧺 sam’s is in his demon blood era, mocking, kinda smutty, submissive!sam, pussy eating, demon!reader, mean!reader, hint of tears, a bit of angst??

“oh come on whore, you want blood don’t you?” she hissed out, tugging on sam’s hair. he whimpered for what felt like the 100th time that night, tears building up in his waterline while his tongue kept stroking her clit.

up and down, side to side but each time, it felt like she wasn’t happy about it. all what sam wanted was her demon blood, he was being a good boy, a real good boy but she was being so mean to him.

“hey,” she snapped out suddenly. sam immediately looked up then, realizing that he stopped licking at her cunt. his stomach dropped, going right back into eating her out, his tongue now in her hole. thrusting in and out.

“there you fucking go, you’re so pathetic y’know? eating my pussy just for some demon blood.” she moaned out, biting her bottom lip gently while her head hit the pillow resting underneath it.

sam whimpered, mumbling something out quietly. it made her furrow her brows and pull him away from her skin. his eyes glazed over with drool connecting sam with the demon’s flesh. “what’d you say?” she asked, burrows furrowed.

“not pathetic’.” sam slurred out breathlessly, a small pout on his lips but the demon just rolled her eyes and shoved him back into her cunt. “jus’ wan’ blood.” sam muttered into her clit as he sighed and kept licking.

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#ICANTEVEN … dean winchester & fem!reader

── ⭑ MINORS DNI

warnings 🧺 fem!reader cheating, slight mocking, use of baby, smutty, guilt mid fuck.

why the hell am i doing this? she thought to herself. she had a great boyfriend, he never treated her like shit, was amazing but she couldn’t focus on that when dean kept fucking her with such great precision.

“fuck baby, can’t stop thinking of me huh? that amazing boy toy of your can’t fuck this pussy like i can right?” he huffed out, one strong hand on her hip while the other pressed down in the middle of her shoulders.

she whimpered softly, noises being muffled by the pillow underneath her cheek. she just couldn’t help herself, dean was everything she needed even though she claimed that he was nothing months back.

“shhh baby, it’s okay. every woman wants a piece of me, you know that.” he whispered out soothingly, even if it was mocking her deep down. maybe she’ll cum soon, she needs to or dean may become a nightly routine soon. 

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girlywinchester —> honeytexas 🫶🏼🥺

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thinking of changing my user…

[amourflores]

　　　 ♱　 　𓂃　　𝒑𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 ! reader 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝒔𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝒃𝐨𝐲 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗒　.

⌗ ⠀ soldier boy ‘benjamin’ ⠀ ✗ ⠀𝒇 ! reader , O.963k . ⠀ 𓊈 ⠀reader has long hair ༝ reader has tits + pussy ༝ abled - bodied ༝ reader was written with a black woman in mind but there’s no description of her ethnicity here ༝ 6Os ! alternative universe ༝ crude language ( its sb after all . . ) ༝ sex working ( self explanatory ; reader is a pornstar ) ༝ degrading language ༝ slut shamming ( kinda ) ༝ mean ! soldier boy ? ༝ no use of y / n ⠀𓊉 ⠀ ✴︎ ⠀ 𝒎𝓲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!

⠀𓊈 ♰ 𓊉 ⠀݁⠀⠀⠀˖⠀⠀ 𓃭 ⠀゛⠀𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 , you hadn’t expected to see Soldier Boy manspreading over the overly expensive couch occupying the middle of the room . His face was smooth , freshly shaven . He held a whiskey glass in one hand while the other rested loosely on his thigh . You lifted a brow and kept your words to yourself . Your silk ponytail danced gracefully as you walked towards the vanity . The loose baby blue baby doll dress floated beautifully around your body , conceiting the defined curves of bust from being seen. All except your bouncing tits he couldn’t dart his gaze away from .

“ What are you doing here ? I thought you had an event at noon . “ You inquired. Two fingers held the cotton pad you were using to rub off the heavy make up you wore for today’s filming . Vanessa had been fond of make over, looking good, neat, presentable . . But that funky make up you was forced to use to look decent on screen always bothered you more than the creepy men you had to film with from time to time . 

“ I still do .” From the mirror you watched him rise from his seat with a grunt . He strode his way , wrist twirling the brown liquor sitting at the bottom of its glass . “ Told them to go fuck themselve . I’m not a fucking preacher .”

“ Oh .” Was all that exited your lips . Many religious associations had been built off from normal people, choosing supes as the faces of many . Of course, the skilled PR team engaged by Vought America thought it was a good idea, and pressed many supes into accepting even though many of them didn’t care as much about God as they pretended to . Ben wasn’t a pretender . This was useful in many ways but so bad in so many others . 

You could feel him stand tall behind you thus even with the wedged sandals in your feet . 

“ Smell good, babydoll.” 

“ I smell like a kid who played too much in the mud .” Vanessa easily brushed off the compliment . Who knew pretending to have sex and enjoying it could be more exhausting than the real thing ? “

A hand grasped your hip and soon enough his lips met the behind of your ear where he pressed a kiss. “ Forgot you were a fucking slut .” He huffed and released your hip to roughly get a hold of your tits . A hum escaped from your lips, your hands reached for his, helping him to feel your breast through the layers of fabric .

“ I don’t really have sex with them . It’s choreographed , it’s more . . aesthetically pleasing . We actually have standards to respect-”

“ Same shit as a stag . Shit gets it done because you’re cock hungry . Hm ? “ He sets down his glass and forces you to look up at him . His grip tightens slightly where he holds her under your jaw . His hand squeezed your tit hard and you let out a small whimper that made him smile and he bowed over to press a kiss to your mouth . It wasn’t soft , sophisticated . It was rather messy ; his mouth swallowed yours and his tongue found itself entangled with a confusing and sloppy dance you weren't one to ever refuse . It turned you on , your cunt throbbed furiously in the panties that soon clung to your lips due to the wetness already soaking the lace . When he parted away he gave you an abrupt jolt as he released you free from his grasp . The voluminous lashes battled at him through the looking glass and you dramatically fanned yourself with your hand .

“ Jesus, I’m already hot. You aren’t helping.”

“ Stop fucking whining.” He spits harshly and you're quick to give him a tap on the arm while he settles next to you and examines the make up scattered across the vanity with indifference. He doesn’t look at you but he knows you’s still looking at him as if he’s a fucking puzzle.

“ Why are you here ?  I’ve had a busy day . I just wanna go home . ”

“ I can call someone and ask them to drive us to your place .” He said it so casually you almost thought he had already done it before . With other girls . Her eyes followed every move of his .

“ No . I’m good .” You turned around and grabbed the hem of your dress to pull it over your head _ while also making sure your slicked back hair stayed impeccable- and threw it over the back of the chair. His eyes immediately went to your butt , his tongue darted out to swipe the alcohol from his bottom lip . “ You’re gonna walk home ? ”

“ I have my own chauffeur and I bet he’s as impatient as me to drop me home so he can go about his evening . “ Ben admired both your backside and the bit of attitude you were giving him . Women would throw themselves at him , eyefucking or sweet talking him into falling in his favor which always worked because he liked being liked . He was a fucking national treasure . Whenever you refused him , that made him hard . Painfully hard . He lifted a brow at the sight of you stepping into a yellow dress . Your hands went behind your back and You managed to zip it up. You flipped your ponytail in place and faced your counterpart again .

“ I don’t like that dress on you.” He comments . 

“ I . . . don’t really want you to like it ? ” 

Like the spoiled kid he secretly was, he rolled his eyes and walked to you . 

“ When will your movie even come out ?” He asks and you blinks a few times.

“ Oh , somewhere about November .” Ben huffed and quietly walked towards the exit without adding anything else .

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I LIKE HOW I LOOK … sam winchester & fem!reader

── ⭑ MINORS DNI

warnings 🧺 fluff, swearing, one ass slap.

“baby wait!” sam called out while chasing his girlfriend down the park.

ever since came to stanford, he thought he'd be hanging out in the library, his classes, or his apartment 24/7, but that wasn't his experience. he had a girlfriend that he met at a too loud party he was dragged too.

"we're late sammy! hurry it up!" she yelled back, her arms full with textbooks for doctor andersons class. sam let out a huff as he caught up to her finally, lightly smacking her ass as quick punishment.

she let out a soft squeak of surprise, smacking his arm in retaliation. he let out a quiet chuckle before his hand grabbed hers. "I should punish you for that y'know?" sam mumbled out.

his girlfriend blushed at that, shaking her as they finally walked inside the campus. "later." she whispered softly. sam smiled at that, squeezing her hand before letting go.

[pittsick]

DEAN DI LAURENTIS ﹏ KARAOKE PARTY.

ft. college!reader.

summary ﹏ What's better than a karaoke party to hide the loud noise of moans and whines coming from Dean's room? And what's better than wearing his hockey jersey after sex?

cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / no plot smut fic. afab!reader. friends with benefits vibes with mutual attractions. semi-public. flirting&teasing. petname (baby). praise. dirty-talk. oral fixation. body worship. breasts / nipple play. unprotected piv. clit stimulation. voice kink (being loud)&exhibitionism-adjacent fantasy. overstimulation. squirting. external ejaculation. aftercare. “you look better in my clothes” trope.

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Your voice was loud in Dean’s room, vibrating against the wall just to hit back in your ears; and for once, you were glad for whoever was in charge of the music for this party.

The music was so loud tonight, so many people came to celebrate the guys’ victory, alcohol flowing in red cups, laughter in every room. But you were here, inside Dean’s room, behind fucked against his desk; his sweaty torso against your back as he thrusted his hips against your own, slapping your butt at the same time.

The skin slapping skin noise echoed in the room, the desk creaking under both your weight but Dean didn’t seem to care much about it. “Come on baby, show me how much you love my cock, yeah?” He groaned, one hand grabbing your hip tightly to pull you back onto his cock while the other cupped your jaw, tilting your head up just so he could see the expression on your face due to his tall height. 

His thumb had slowly slipped inside your mouth, pressing against your tongue; your saliva coating it, dripping down to the palm of his hand. “Mmmfuck baby, you take me so good… That pussy’s squeezing me.” You heard him say, and even though you were unable to reply, a whine escaped your mouth.

Dean chuckled at the noise, before snapping his hips against your ass; his fat cock stretching your gummy walls open, making you coat his shaft with more juices. 

He pressed his torso fully against your back then, sweat and skin touching, and you arched toward him. The angle changed then, as Dean’s tip rubbed against your entrance each time he pulled out of your sloppy pussy; a moan so loud left your mouth and you were sure everyone downstairs had heard it, which was impossible with the volume of the music. “Fuck, y’want them to hear us or something? Want them to come take a look?” He joked, groaning as you clenched around his cock.

The hand Dean had to cup your jaw moved away, his thumb leaving your drooling mouth in a wet pop before traveling down to your tits. Saliva coating his digit and he used it to rub around your areola, making your nipple peak up. “Y’so fucking pretty… Goddamn.” He whispered in your ear, cock buried deep inside you for a second, tip kissing your cervix so gently.

“Dean fuck…” You voiced back at him, head all dizzy from the way he was fucking you. The hockey player had always taken his time to make sure and pleasure you first, watching what made you moan and come. You sighed as his hand on your hip also moved to your tits, and he groped both of them in his large and warm palms; he squeezed the fat, pinched your nipples, rolled them in between his fingers before tugging softly.

Moans and whines escaped you, showing how good you felt at that moment.

“You like it, pretty girl? You like me touching you like that?” He asked, both in a mocking and genuine tone—like he wanted to make sure you were having fun like he did. You nodded at his question, panting while replying. “I love it so fuckin’ much, yeah. I love when you touch me.” And it was enough for Dean to get cocky again, snapping his hips in fast and quick thrusts against your ass, making it bounce. You gasped, arching up to feel him more inside you. 

“I want to make you come on my cock, what do you think? You want to come on my cock?” He asked, pinching your nipples again and you struggled to reply for a second, and especially when the room was filled with squelching noises coming from your sloppy pussy. The noises were perverted, mixing with skin slapping skin and moans from the both of you.

Dean’s hands ended up moving to your hips, grabbing them to pull you back onto his cock faster. Your juices were coating his balls, making them slap and stick to your clit each time he thrusted back inside you. 

“Yeah, yeah, I want to come on your cock!” You cried out, one hand searching backward to grab Dean’s forearm just to feel him. He groaned, cursing under his breath when you clenched around his shaft once more. His tip rubbed and pushed against your g-spot as he lifted your hips up slightly. “You’re such a good girl, yeah? Y’want to come where? I can’t hear shit with the music.” He asked, mocking you just so you’d repeat it. 

You groaned in annoyance, turning your head to look at him from above your shoulder; he had his usual cocky smile on, face sweaty from the efforts, blonde hair falling on his forehead. “Fuck off, Dean…” He laughed out-loud at your answer, nodding his head before fastening his pace. The thrusts now sent you forward, your weight making the desk creak as Dean fucked you.

One of his hands also traveled between your thighs, his fingers teasing your clit with a feather-light touch before he started rubbing circles onto it, digits smearing wetness around with how slick you were. Your thighs shook as the pleasure coursed through your body, your mouth opening wide and you cried out Dean’s name; thankfully the loud volume of the music and karaoke behind the doors covered it. 

“Y’so fucking loud, baby, you really want them to hear you, uh? Just tell me if that’s what you want.” You heard Dean say as he kept snapping his cock inside your pussy; juices covering all his length to his bushy base and making his skin glisten. You didn’t reply, too busy focusing on your orgasm coming.

Warmth pooled inside your stomach, your pussy clenched tight around Dean’s cock and your thighs started to shake. He must have realized, because the circles he rubbed onto your clit fastened and his thrusts were quicker.

“Dean, fuck, I’m about to come!” You whined, arching toward him again and he cursed, his hips making your ass bounce. “Yeah, I can feel it, baby.” He said, his tip rubbed the sweet spot at the entrance of your pussy.

You only needed a few more thrusts before crying out loudly, muscles trembling as you came onto the hockey player’s cock; his fingers still rubbing at your sensitive clit. You squirmed, mouth wide open and drooling onto Dean’s desk while being overstimulated. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to—” He groaned, hips slapping your ass, the tip of his cock still rubbing your g-spot. “Dean! Dean, fuck!” You cried out, pussy clenching as you suddenly squirted from the amount of pleasure you felt.

Your juices flowed out, drenching Dean’s cock, his thighs, both your feet and the floor of his room. He gasped, cursing as he kept going just to bring it all out of you, his fingers rubbing your clit faster. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, good girl.” You heard, before your upper body fell onto the desk, you were all spent.

Only then, you felt Dean pull out of your sloppy hole, him groaning behind you before you felt the warmth of his semen hitting your lower back; the ropes of it slowly dripping to your ass. You were both breathing loudly, silence took over—if you forgot about the loud music of the party—before Dean’s hands moved to grab your hips. “You were so fucking good.” He said, pressing kisses to your sweaty skin; from your shoulders to your nape.

“Was I?” You chuckled at him, looking at his face from above your shoulder. “Yeah, you were, duh. You always are.” He only replied.

You watched as he moved away, grabbing his boxers and putting them on before turning around to grab tissues from his bed table. He came back, slowly hit the floor to be on his knees and started to clean the mess between your thighs and the semen off of your skin. You smiled at his actions, feeling his lips on your skin; kissing your thighs or the back of your knees, you waited for him to give you the go before moving away from the desk too. 

He got up from the floor, grabbed your panties before giving them to you. “You staying a bit or you want to get back to the party?” 

You hummed, still half-naked and now sitting on his bed. “Thought about staying here for a bit, what do you think?” He smiled, throwing the tissue away before grabbing a hockey jersey with his name and number on it. He threw it to you, licking his lips like he already thought about you in his shirt. “Here, you can keep it or whatever.” He shrugged, sitting next to you in the bed.

You chuckled before putting the shirt on, and rolled to lay on your stomach. Dean imitated you, blue eyes focusing on the view he had of you. He hummed before speaking again. “Yeah, I like that view. You’re pretty like that.” You rolled your eyes at the compliment even though you knew they were genuine coming from Dean.

“You know I made a mess on the floor, right?” You simply replied back to him and he shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll take care of that, don’t worry about it. Right now I’m just having ideas with you wearing my jersey.” He leaned over, pressing his lips against yours for a single kiss before pulling away. 

“Yeah, I think you should wear it all the time, just saying.” 

“In your dreams, Di Laurentis.”

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Hear me out

I'm not sure if you write for sub Sam but I've been hyper fixated on a specific scenario for him

Pegging Sam, and he gets so worked up and fucked out that he's begging reader to cum inside of him, begging reader to put a baby in him despite reader wearing a strap and Sam obvs being a guy so he couldn't get pregnant anyways but reader thrives on it.

After he cums he gets a bit pouty. He actually does want kids with reader, in the back of his mind, and he ends up feeling a bit vulnerable, and eventually he ends up fucking reader and putting his seed in her. Kinda like kinky to vulnerable (but also still very kinky)

Yes I have a HEAVY breeding kink, and I'm ovulating rn, but I feel you could write it really good, but take all the time you need babes :)

holy shit

okay, OKAY. this is such a good fucking idea hon, I CANNOT.

just imagine! sam’s girl fucking him all softly, making him beg and that’s what comes out?!

“come on baby, tell mommy what you want.” she whispered softly, her hands running over his arched back. sam whimpered then, a little puddle of drool right beside his lips. “wan’ your babies mama, wan’ you to breed me.” he begged out quietly, eyes rolling back at the stretch the dildo was giving his hole.

she didn’t respond to that, just kept rolling her hips into sam came all over the sheets. for a while, they stayed quiet. even when she pulled out, sam’s stomach flipping with nerves because of what he had said. had he took it too far? was that a weird thing to say?

“mommy? can i…can i breed you?”

when that question hit? everything changed. so sam had his girlfriend in a breeding position, deep in her cunt as she cried out for him.

“yes, gonna breed you so good mommy. gonna make you a mama, gonna give you all of my babies.” sam huffed out, rolling his hips into her cervix. “oh fuck! yes, want your babies!” she squealed out, eyes rolling back from how good sam was fucking her. he couldn’t wait to make her a mommy.

[doll2kiss]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ CRASH THAT FUCKING IMPALA 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

what 󠀠⠀ ⠀ do we ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ have here? ⠀ ⠀ 𝜗ৎ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ your boyfriend dean loves to take you out on some night drives after your classes. but mostly, he adores crashing out his dad's car just to— later on, fuck you silly inside of it.

should ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ we be scared ⠀ ⠀ of it? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝜗ৎ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ mature content ahead, inspired by crash (1996), fucked up!dean winchester, kinda inspired by vaughan's character, female fingering, mentions of wounds and car crashes, hook up inside the impala, overstimulation undertones, car crashes as a foreplay, dean being a bit meanie but lowkey filthy at the same time.

the smell of gasoline and a burnt rubber sensation was like a second skin under his nerves. dean's hands, big and dirty looking, were gripping the steering wheel of his dad's car like it's the only thing tethering his feets to earth. engine rumbling, deep sounds traveling through the worn leather seat.

you were by his side. you've always been by his side no matter what. it had become a habit to have these same rides in his father's car every night after your classes ended, looking for you with a smile plastered on his face because yes—dean is an excellent boyfriend, however, his mind often makes them deviate from the path just to, according to him, experiment a bit.

he did in fact loved driving that car, but what he enjoyed most was damaging it. countless was those times you both had been involved in all sorts of accidents throughout your relationship and dean drove it like it was a fucking speed competition, the speedometer needle pushes past ninety, trembling as the V8 engine roars.

the local hospital already had its nurses sighing with exhaustion they attended to patients killed in a crash and saw your bodies on the gurneys. your footsteps were already recognized in the corners of that waiting room— smothered sighs, whimpers of pain, soft whispers that could only be heard from the beds closest to yours, and the imminent feeling that when they were discharged… that impala would be replaced in time for yet another adrenaline rush.

and oh boy, this night you both surely wanted to escalate more than before.

as you looked up into the sun visor above your boyfriend's forehead, a faded polaroid is tucked half-haphazardly, a overexposed shot of a crumpled chasis from a month ago or so clipped with tape on its frame.

"you'll like this, sweetheart," dean says without asking. a filthy and undeniable tone was rasping on his voice who was barely audible over the roaring wind and the constant screech of the tires as he takes a long and wavy curve too fucking fast, more than you could ever thought.

your heart is racing, bumping so fast it might actually be able to escape from your chest as he, without any doubt, slams the car's hood onto the brakes. it jerks so violently, throwing your whole body foward the seatbelt roaming your figure. the locking mechanism slowly digs painfully into your collarbone once more, leaving you gasping for a bit of air. something, anything, but to live it.

dean then shifts into a parking lot near the zone, leaving the engine running and the ligths casts an eerie, green tinted glow across his smug and dumb face, pupils dilated making the green color of his eyes disapear completely. just pure blank and dark-colored orbs looking at the front.

"look at me, eyes on me angel."

and when you turn your head his hand was already taking the skin of you neck, pulling you closer to him as you cried over the pain on your chest and stomach. his fingers hold your throat, but not enough to make you choke on air, just to claim it as his once again. as he always does. his dirty and sweaty thumb drags over the pulse on your soft skin, smudging its sweat and motor oil on it.

his kisses were always so open, wet, messy, even vocal as he tastes your trembling lips and the tears that fell on them seconds before. his tongue slipped past your white teeth with desesperation that it could border on violence.

dean's free hand drops into one of your thighs. he pushes your skirt up your waist. he's not soft, he goes straight foward into the damped and slicky jagged line on your underwear near that specific scar another of your night drives with him left you, pressing hard enough to send a jolt of phantom pain and intense, pooling heat straight between your legs.

"just look at how deep a car impact can penetrate the skin," dean breathes against your open mouth, his front teeth grazing your lower lip. "i could break the driver's side window and cut the same circle they left when they closed the wound, it would feel so good, wouldn't it, doll?"

"dean—" you gasp, nails sinking into the heavy leather of his jacket, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.

he groans, hiking your wounded leg up, hooking it over the center console to open you out entirely—your soaken cunt now facing the cold night air. once he finally moved the fabric of your panties to the side, his fingers were now rubbing themselves against your slick with such vile slowness that you cursed him under your breath while his other hand continued to press on the wound on your thigh.

the angle was so fucking awkward. the space too fucking tight. yet it was perfect somehow.

"that's it," he snarls softly. his fingers dig more bruises among the wound, anchoring you into him as your sight slowly began to blurs into the heat, the pain and the pleasure he was giving to you. "take it all the way in, feel that? that's me ruining you, just the way you love."

you let a broken, loud and snarky noise escape from your throat. the car cabin was filled with your moans, the way your slick was echoing within the thrusts of your boyfriend's fingers, the slapping sound of his palm over your wet and shaky lower body.

it was a mess: fogged windows, a claustrophobic feeling that was choking you as your waist moves and rides his fingers as much as you could because of the pain, too sweaty, too much friction, and dean loved it.

"dean, fuck!" you choke out, your voice unraveling into a breathless, filthy whine.

"look at me," he growls, yanking your leg up once more enough to force your gaze on him. a little sheen of sweat coats his forehead, matting his short blondish hair and his eyes that were practically black into the dim light. he keeps thrusting into you, lifiting your body off the passenger seat.

you shatter around him so easily it was pathetic. tears were running down your cheeks as your pussy clenched around his fingers, stripping away any coherent thought, just moaning his name countless times like a plead to be free from his torture.

for a long minute after that, neither of you moved from its position. your synchronized, ragged breathing was the only thing echoing inside the impala.

dean doesn't reach out to help you adjust your clothes again, but simply… leaves them exactly as they are. panties moved to the side, your pussy dripping after an orgasm, and your legs open still— as if it were already a common command between you.

"buckle up, we're heading home."

[diorrrouge]

Secretary - 2002

[honeytexas]

i just want to SCREAM because this new theme is everything, oh my god! i love it so much 😽🫶🏻

eeeeeee! thank you so much! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[honeytexas]

SEXY BOY … dean winchester & fem!reader

── ⭑ MINORS DNI

warnings 🧺 pussy eating, submissive dean, use of puppy, he calls reader mommy & momma, soft sex, lots of care, sappy praise, mention of breeding.

“there you go puppy.” you slurred out, hand buried in dean’s once done up hair.

he was whining into your cunt softly, tongue softly flicking your puffy clit. dean had made you upset so now? he had to be the pathetically good boy he was.

“momma?” dean whimpered quietly as he pulled away from your pussy. his chin covered in spit and bodily fluids. “yes puppy?” you answered, now stroking his hair. his body immediately leaning into the soft touch.

“c-can i please fuck you?” he asked, giving you his signature puppy eyes. “of course puppy, such a good boy for asking.” you praised, hand letting go of his hair so he could crawl up.

dean was already undressed from earlier so he was in between your thighs almost immediately. slowly, he pushed into your pussy. moaning at how tight you were.

“thank you mommy, love you so much momma.” dean babbled out, burying his head into the crook of your neck and nipping at the skin there. his thrusts were slow and careful, not wanting to hurt his mommy.

“that’s it puppy, just like that. so perfect for mommy.” you moaned out, burying your hands into his strands again. dean moaned at that, his tummy on top of yours as he rutted into you gently.

“mommy, gonna…wanna cum.” dean slurred, his breath hitching. then you nodded, feeling his body melt and spurt out strings of cum until he collapsed right on top of you.

“than’ you momma. gonna carry my pups.” dean whispered against your heated skin as his eyes fluttered shut.

[honeytexas]

SOMETHING IN YOUR MOUTH … dean winchester & fem!reader

── ⭑ MINORS DNI

warnings 🧺 ass eating, butt plugs, impatient dean, fingering.

dean knew damn well what kind of bullshit he was pulling when he asked his precious girlfriend to let him fuck her ass.

she had said yes though so maybe that counted.

so here they were, in a motel dean brought after convincing sam to stay in another room, with his girlfriend lying naked under him, with a plug in her.

“you sure baby?” dean asked her, his hands spreading open her cheeks. his thumb was making circles on the pretty gem that was attached to the plug.

“if i wasn’t sure, i wouldn’t have prepped myself for two weeks straight. just do it.” she commanded, looking over her shoulder with that damn pouty lip and puppy eyes.

“you’re evil, i hope you know that woman.” dean huffed out, leaning over back just to kiss that pout off her lip before pulling back.

dean slowly pulled the butt plug out, his girl moaning softly as he did. he smiled at that slightly but focused on his movements, on the way her rim gripped the toy before it let out a soft pop.

“god…i can wait.” dean breathed out suddenly. his girlfriend furrowed her brows, about to ask what he meant before gasping when he shoved his mouth between her cheeks.

“fuck!” she moaned out loudly, back arching immediately while he jaw dropped. dean slowly thrusted his tongue in, his hands still gripping onto her ass while doing so.

“god, taste so good baby.” he moaned out, her eyes rolling back at the vibration. dean sneakily moved one of his hands, to her pussy, shoving a thumb in softly and thrusting it in.

“oh…oh baby.” she moaned softly, the tip of his tongue now tracing her puffy rim with precision. pressing kisses to it while his thumb bumped into her g-spot.

“gonna take me time with you tonight baby.”

[honeytexas]

DOWN IN MEXICO … soldier boy & fem!reader

── ⭑ MINORS DNI

warnings 🧺 oral sex ( male receiving ), usage of puppy, bunny, puppy, and bitch, mean ben, degradation.

it’s been hours or it seemed like it.

when ben found out his precious bunny was very quietly trying to sneak out of the house in a short skirt? he quickly shut that down.

“c’mon doll, you were jus’ bout to show off the body i own, off to a couple of stupid boys, you can take my cock deeper than that.” ben scoffed out, thrusting his hips up a bit more faster as he inhaled the smoke from the blunt he rolled up earlier.

she whimpered and gagged around him, her hands gripping onto his thighs for some type of comfort. she wasn’t even trying to do anything wrong, just a girls night with her friends but ben was just being a dick to her.

“aw, jus’ whimperin’ like a little puppy down there huh? that whatcha are? a little bitch?” ben mocked, shoving her down even further. his dick was touching her uvula while her nose was down in his pubes.

she gargled around him, slapping his thighs but he didn’t let up, wrapped a thigh behind her head and kept her there until thick ropes of cum shot out of his tip.

“there we go, jus’ sallow me up like a good girl.”

[honeytexas]

I've been loving your work !! Could you do a nasty smut fic with Sammy and age!gap reader with sum fluff at the end ?? Sending love ur way !!!!

sam knew it was wrong, of course he did.

she was only in her early twenties but she was under him right now. His beautiful girl was under him in her baby blue bed, she was completely naked. drool was dripping down her chin to her neck and he completely licked it off of her like a dog without water.

the way she moaned and gasped was music to his ears, the way daddy left her lips made him feel so wrong but so good. she wasn’t old enough to be his daughter but sam was old enough to know better.

he couldn’t help it though, the way her pretty cunt fluttered around his cock when she came was addictive, like a drug. it was even better when she came down from his orgasm, her face digging into his chest when they cuddled, the way she giggled when he tickled her.

he wouldn’t have it any other way.