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need more gooner!rafe and innocent!reader

Innocent!Reader being needy for Gooner!Rafe texts.

Summary: It had been more than two weeks since you and Rafe began talking and you were getting tired of just texting with him.

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That’s how you ended up hovering over Rafe’s chest as he pounded his fingers in your pussy. You desperately grinded against his fingers, pushing your body back onto his face, and he latched his lips to your clit sucking then going back to fingering you.

“Look at my girl, looking like a bitch in heat.” He laughed and grabbed onto and spread your ass. He spat straight onto your hole and kissed it. “Would you ever let me play with that pretty ass baby?”

“Yes Rafe, you can do anything to me! I’m yours.” You rambled on as you saw Rafe’s hips bucking and precum leaking from his tip. You leaned down and grabbed his cock and licked the tip with your tongue gently.

“Fuck princess-“ He hissed. He was already close from just pleasuring you but now you were helping him get there quicker. “Where’d you learn this shit from, huh? Whose cock been in that mouth?” He groaned and sped up his fingers in your pussy.

“Just you Rafey.” You moaned and wrapped your lips around his tip while you stroked the rest of him that you could barely fit in your hands. “You’re such a slut ma.” He threw his head back and pulled his fingers out completely and gripped your hips pulling you onto his mouth completely.

“Rafe..” You dragged out as you felt your orgasm coming. His hand came down on your ass and smacked it hard. Rafe let out moans and vibrations into your pussy as his hips began stuttering up in your mouth. He started to release loads of cum into your mouth.

Soon after, your grinds got faster and Rafe moaned as your juices filled his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your clit slowly a bit more before pulling away from you. You took his cock out your mouth at the same time and cum dripped down the side of your mouth.

Rafe turned you around and pulled you down to kiss you. You both moaned into the kiss as your orgasms mixed together. He pulled away and smiled up at you. He swiped the side of your mouth with his thumb and entered it in his mouth, sucking it clean.

“You did so good mama.” You pecked him on the lips and rolled over. You started to put your gown back on as Rafe watched admiringly. “So you gonna stop being shy when I see you princess?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“Me shy? You barely look at me at the Country Club.” You scoffed playfully. He rolled his eyes and pulled you under him. “Your parents won’t be back for another week right?” You made a sound of confirmation and he smiled, excited that he’d be able to have you for a week. He started thinking of all the things he’d corrupt you with.

idk how i feel abt this yet, hope yall like it🙃

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lorde was right it does drive you crazy gettin old

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DOE-EYED BOY S.W

Summary Dean drops Sam off at the Harvelle Roadhouse after a vamp nest. The older Winchester isnt oblivious about Sam’s feelings towards you, he just thinks his brother needs a little push.

Content warnings SMUT!! piv, dirty talk, pet names (Angel, Sweetheart, baby, Sweet girl.), Fem!Harvelle!Reader, based on Jo & Dean from s2, Reader is Ellen’s daughter, semi-public sex, ?rough? sex, Fear of getting caught, teasing, creampie, Dean being an ass, slight plot + more.

notes wow, I have so many ideas and this is one that I actually completed!! 1200+ words.

xoxo, roro!

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After a vampire nest, Sam and Dean stopped at the Harvelle Bar. Yeah, the motel was in the complete and opposite direction of where your bar was, but Dean knew, despite Sam not admitting it, that he wanted to see you.

Dean tried to hit on you first with cheesy pickup lines, but you didn’t have eyes for Dean. The younger Winchester was more in your view. He was doe-eyed, his brown locks were shaggy, along with his shyness around you in general. He was educated though, he was intelligent. He was skilled as well, you could see why he was the one who made the plans most of the time on hunts.

You became close with the other brother, the doe eyed boy captivating in almost every way.

The Impala came to a halt outside the bar. Sam’s head perked up, his eyes immediately narrowing at his brother.

“Dean-“ The older Winchester cut him off, “C’mon, Sammy! Go talk to her.” Dean had that smug, classic smirk on his face. Sam knew Dean wouldn’t leave it, or back off about it. So, he got out of the car and walked through the door. Dean muttered something inaudible under his breath that Sam couldn’t quite make out. He wasn’t sure he wanted to, though.

When the door pushed open, signaling the bell to ring, your head perked up. The smile that curled up on your lips was contagious, one forming on his as well.

The bar was empty, Sam had a feeling your mother was upstairs since she wasn’t located in the area. Even with a dirty apron wrapped around your hips, you looked beautiful. Sam already had the urge to brush that stray hair out of your eyesight.

“Sorry, we just got out of a Vamp nest and Dean decided to come here so-“ His eyebrows raised when he was cut off with your lips pressing against his. He froze for a moment, before melting into it. He could feel your smile against his lips.

Sam pulled back just a mere inch away from your lips so he could speak, “What about Ellen?-“

“If you’re scared of my mother, she’s upstairs.” You teased, your hand reached down to interlock with his. Pulling him to the backroom behind the bar area.

Once the door shut (louder than it should’ve been), Sam met your lips again. Leading you over to the desk in the middle of the room. He lowered you down onto it, without disconnecting your lips.

Your hand slid the Carhartt jacket off his shoulders while Sam clumsily fiddled with the buttons of your jeans. He spoke again, “Lift your hips f’ me, Angel.” You obliged quicker than you would to do a chore.

Sam slid your jeans off your body, leaving them discarded on the floor. His fingers slid down to your clothed core, instantly feeling the arousal that soaked through your panties. He let out a groan, “Fuck, baby… you’ve been waiting for me?” Sam only got more desperate when he heard your whine. When your hands went to fumble at his belt, he assisted you. Sliding the leather out of its loops and unzipping his jeans quickly.

Your eyes looked up at his, your lips were parted slightly. You trailed your hand into his boxers, Sam let out a hiss at the contact. He was so hard already, and he didn’t think he would last for any foreplay.

“As much- as much as I’d love it, can’t wait, Sweetheart…” Before you could even mutter out a reply, a moan ripped from your throat when Sam flipped you onto your stomach. His fingers teasingly tracing the hemline of your panties before he finally pulled them down. You clenched around nothing just at the cold air hitting your cunt.

Sam wrapped a hand around his length as he guided himself closer to you. His tip brushed up and down your slick entrance.

“God- you’re soaked, baby… ‘s because of me? Or ‘cause you know your mom could come down and see us?” You mewled at his teasing, “Please… Please I can’t wait anymor-“ The moan that came from you was so loud, so pornographic. Sam was stretching you in half… and he was only slightly past the tip. Sam groaned as he sheathed himself inside of you, watching each inch of his cock fitting snugly inside of your pussy.

Sam’s hand slapped against your mouth, trying his best to muffle your noises.

“You’re so loud, Sweet girl… you want us to get caught? You want someone to see my dick inside of this pretty little hole? Stretching it wide?” Sam let out a moan when you squeezed him, despite his dirty talk on being quiet, he wasn’t doing any better. He gave you a few more moments to adjust before he pulled out and slammed back in.

The vulgar whines and cries of his name falling from your parted lips had Sam feeling as if he could combust at any moment. The cool metal of the desk against your stomach made you shiver.

Sam’s thrusts were rapid, rough. He was chasing his own orgasm, using your body like a sexdoll. And you didn’t mind it, fuck, you loved it. You loved it more than you should’ve.

“Mm- Sammy… ‘s so good, need it- auh! Need it harder…” You pleaded with him, Sam let out a dark chuckle at that. You were getting off on this, getting off on his dick slamming in and out of your cunt, on how he used you like you were nothing but a whore.

“Fuck- you want it harder, baby? Shit, i’m gonna give you it.” He said between heavy breaths. Both of your breathing combined was harsh and heavy. And the way you were squeezing around Sam, gave him a clear idea of how much you wanted this.

Your whimpers and whines became more pitched, more frequent. Not that far away from each noise you made. You were close, and that drove Sam to move faster. His hips were set to a bruising pace, and the grip he had on your own was hard. Designed to leave a mark of this encounter.

“Fill me up, Sammy.. I wan’- wan’ to feel it. Need to feel your cum inside me... ple-ase!” The plea was so broken sounded. You sounded like you were on the verge of tears as he destroyed you. Sam grunted hearing your plead for him, just the words you spoke had him pulsing.

He groaned again, “Yeah- Yeah… that’s it. Gonna let me fuck it into this pussy, huh? Need my fucking kids, don’t you?” You nodded, saliva smeared on your lips and the corner of your mouth. Your brain turning to mush.

Your orgasm hit you hard, your vision blinking white as you let out a broken scream of pleasure. Sam followed behind you, moaning at the sensation.

He was careful when he pulled out, your mixed juices threatening to spill. Sam didn’t hesitate in lifting his middle finger and shoving it back inside of your abused cunt. You let out a whimper at the sudden intrusion.

Sam helped you put your clothes back on before he did his own, he constantly kept asking if you were okay or if it was too much.

“Did I do too much- hurt you or anything? You’re okay right-“ You cut him off with a smile, “It was perfect, Sam. You didn’t do anything, I promise.” Sam sighed in relief, before a thought came to his mind.

“You’re sure your mom didn’t hear…?”

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save me sam's big naturals save me

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— s4!sam who fucks his brother’s girlfriend to the point that she’s practically cockdrunk.

Content warning heavy dom!sam, cheating, degrading, crying (sexual), dacryphilla, overstimulation, piv (unprotected), rough sex, blowjob, deepthroating, sir kink (1x), degrading use of names (slut, cockslut, cumslut), breeding kink, sam turns soft at the end, sam winchesters dick (it deserves a warning), and other.

16+ (I am not responsible for the content you consume under 16. That is your own responsibility.)

A/N i am so sorry for the sin i have committed.

Dean left you and Sam alone. You were Dean’s girlfriend of a few months, who was so happy to see him return from hell. But something was different, something was different about Sam, and you felt this attraction that you knew you shouldn’t have about your boyfriend’s brother.

He was more commanding, more dominant over anyone he encountered. He was just… he was ruthless. He took what he wanted when he wanted it.

And you were what he wanted.

Sam had you down on your knees. Unzipping his jeans and revealing his boxer briefs to you, along with his thick cock straining against the light fabric. You didn’t remember how you got in this position. But right now, you were completely at his mercy.

Sam chuckled darkly, looking at your wide, needy eyes. Pupils full with lust and a hidden desire behind them.

“You really are a slut.” He commented, noticing how your gaze was trained on the bulge in his boxers. He was obviously much, much larger than your boyfriend.

He pulled his cock out, your tongue lolling out. He smirked at your eagerness. He thought it was funny how he had you begging for him after trying to resist him a few minutes ago.

“You gonna suck it like a good girl? Hm?” You nodded, but he wanted words. He slapped your cheek and you let out a whine at his hand hitting your face.

“Answer. Me.”

“Y-Yes, Sir..” Your lips quivered, and he slid his cock in between your waiting parted lips. He groaned as he felt the warmth of your mouth surrounding him. But he held his composure.

“Suck.”

You had your hands behind your back, you knew better than to touch him. And you sucked on his tip first, before taking a half of him further in your throat. He felt your throat tighten.

“Use your hands.” He added, you lifted your hands to stroke the rest of his length as you eagerly bobbed your head. His rough fingertips brushing against your red cheek before he tangled them in your locks.

He then pushed your head further down his cock, he could hear the lewd noises of your gagging. And he smirked again. Your nose was pressed against his base. Tears welling up at your eyes as he held your head there for a few moments.

When he finally pulled you off, you gasped for air. But you were already missing his heavy cock on your tongue. You started to trail your tongue underneath his head of his dick. He groaned, tugging at your hair, making you look up at him.

“Don’t tease me, baby.. you don’t wanna be a bad girl, do you?” You whimpered, nodding your head before engulfing him in your mouth again. Moving your head at a steady pace, your hands reached back up to stroke the parts you couldn’t fit.

He let out a grunt, his hips bucked. Making you take more of him.

The sounds of your gagging around his cock were vulgar, but you still didn’t stop.

When he felt himself getting closer, he grabbed a fist of your hair firmly. Making you look back up at him. Your mascara was running down your cheeks, spit drooling down on your chin.

He chuckled, “You really are a cockdrunk, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of this big dick shoved down your throat? Is that it, Honey?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He grabbed your arm, forcing you to stand up as you tossed you on the bed. Your legs parted by his hands. You mewled at the cold air hitting your pussy.

He didn’t bother in prepping you, you were obviously fucking wet. Dripping like a goddamn faucet.

Before any warning, he plunged his cock into you. The current position he had you in, face down and ass up, had you thinking he was impossibly deep.

He smacked your left ass cheek before moving to the left one. Earning a cry from you.

“You’re gonna fucking take it, aren’t you, Sweetheart? Gonna let me fill this pretty pussy?” You moaned in response, and as much as he’d like to punish you, his cock throbbed for your tight cunt fluttering around him.

He began to thrust, pulling you up against his chest with his hand wrapped around your throat. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you feel just the right dizzy feeling.

The sound of his balls hitting your ass was loud. And your moans, your cries.. Whoever was within a few feet would probably think you were in pain. But oh, it was the complete opposite.

You sobbed out pleas, tears welling up in your eyes at his rough, relentless pace. He felt your pussy clench around his cock and he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re crying, baby? Crying because you can’t take it?” He teased, turning your head by your jaw to look at him.

“S-Sam.. I- I can’t- auh! You’re too big- please, I can’t-“ You sounded pathetic, your tears streaming down your cheeks. Sam couldn’t help but feel his cock pulse inside of you, a mix between a grunt and a growl escaping his lips as he fucked up into you.

“But you were begging for it, Honey.. Begging for my dick to spilt you open, right? You can take it.. You will take it.”

Fuck, he had you in a trance. He grunted when he felt your cunt flutter around him, signaling you were close. The room smelled of arousal, and the squelching sounds of his cock pounding your soaked pussy was obscene. Your cries got louder, his name falling from your lips in an attempt to get him to be more gentle. But he ignored them, sneaking his hand down to rub at your swollen bud as his other cupped your neck. Applying a new intimacy just by his rough treatment.

You were so close, so fucking close. He knew it.

“Pl-Please.. Can.. Can I cum? Can I cum- please, Sam!” You screamed when he slammed against that spongy spot that your own fingers couldn’t reach over and over again. You were crying, crying at the stimulation of it all.

“Fuck, you are a cockslut huh? So drunk on this big, thick dick stretching your little pussy open? C’mon.. make a mess on my cock.” You cried even louder, your eyes rolling back in your head. White streams of pleasure rushing to your core as you saw stars.

He fucked you even harder it seemed, and it felt good for the first few thrusts- but he didn’t seem to slow down. He was chasing his own impending orgasm.

The overstimulation was starting to sink in. His hand let go of your throat, turning your jaw to make you look at him. He watched as the tears streamed down your face.

Your lips swollen from his previous assault of kisses, and he once again smashed his lips against your own. Your mouth partinh instinctively to let him dominate the kiss with his tongue.

He knew he was gonna cum, and he wasn’t going to stop pounding your pussy until he did.

You knew better than to complain, but that didn’t stop your tears from flowing. Your pussy was still gushing down his length. He groaned again, his thrusts faltering as he whispered in your ear, “Fuck.. You’re gonna feel me for days, Everytime you look at Dean, you’re gonna remember this.. Remember how I made you feel. Gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum, huh? You’d like it wouldn’t you? Fucking cumslut.”

You nodded, too fucking dazed to think about what he was about to do to you. How he was about to claim you.

“Y-Yeah- mm.. want you to fill my pussy, Sammy.. wanna be your good girl-“ You moaned, your body still wasn’t used to the overstimulation, but it was enjoyable. Even if you were gonna be sore for a week.

“That’s it- Fuuuuucckk.. take it- take it..” His hips stilled as he came, groaning as he watched your previous orgasm mix with his own.

He pulled his cock out from your hole carefully. And despite the mean demeanor from just a few moments ago, he still checked on you.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He questioned, tucking his softening cock back in his boxers.

“No.. it was perfect, Sam.” You managed a lazy smile, and he chuckled.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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god, i need desperate sex with sam- I actually can’t.

16+

He knew this was wrong, and he knew he shouldn’t have even pissed off that witch, but here he was, rutting into his hand trying to make himself come undone.

And he really- he really didn’t want to annoy you.. but that stupid- pollen.. it just made him want to fuck you until his cum leaked out of your pussy.

And when you showed up at his door. He barely could keep it in his pants (well boxers). You looked so goddamn perfect, your lips parted as you tried to speak. You knew what had happened to Sam.. but he didn’t know that.

Before he could even react, you were on him. shedding the silk nightgown off, and he groaned against your lips, his hands tangling in your hair.

His was practically dragging you to the bed, and throwing you onto it as he climbed over you.

“Fuck, you came here for this, didn’t you? You wanted me to fuck you, huh?” You squirmed underneath him, and nodded. He saw how wet you were, you were practically dripping with arousal. And he knew he didn’t even have to prep you.

He’s already shed his boxers, and pushing into you. Your lips parted again, mouth going agape as you finally felt him filling you up.. just how you wanted it.

“Fuckin’ tight- pussy.. shit-“ He groaned, beginning to rut his hips against your own. Sam heard those mewls, those moans, those precious whines.. and he was already getting off just by them.

“I’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum inside you, that’s what you came here for, isn’t it?” Your nails scratching down his back as you moaned a response.

“Pleasepleaseplease… I need it- god, yes!” Sam grunted as he neared his peak. And you felt his thrusts getting more and more intense. And you enjoyed it so fucking much.

Your legs shook as you came. Sam looked so damn pretty, sweat dripping down his forehead as he finished. You pulled him closer to you, leaning your forehead against him.

“Don’t you dare stop now, Winchester.” You teased in a breathless tone.

He kissed you hungrily, you moaning against his lips in the motel room.

The rest of the night was pure bliss.

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₊˚⊹♡ assistance | sam winchester x reader

a/n - not for kinktober just a fic i wanted to get out!! i’m unsure whether i like the dialogue on this im sorry if it sucks i feel i can never write dirty talk right *sobs* but i really hope you enjoy!!! <3

cws - fem!reader, 2k, nsfw 18+, phone sex, mutual masturbation, kind of softdom!sam, long distance, fluff, comfort, kinda unedited

other fics can be found on my masterlist

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It was later than he’d liked by the time he finally got back to the motel. With muscles that ached from the day’s strain, brain fogged from how tired he was, Sam honestly just wanted to call his girlfriend and talk to her until he fell asleep.

He’d meant to text her a couple of hours prior to let her know the hunt was dragging on longer than expected, but his phone had fucking died when he and Dean were two hours into their trek into the woods to find the pack of werewolves they were hunting, and he’d been pretty miserable ever since.

Dean had disappeared off to the nearest bar after dropping Sam off at their room so he thankfully had the place to himself to mope around as he plugged his phone into the charger and showered whilst he waited for it to get some power. The shitty water pressure and barely lukewarm water did nothing for his aching back, so he was even more agitated by the time he got himself settled onto the uncomfortable mattress twenty minutes later, hair wet and skin still damp beneath his clothes with his eagerness to call her.

As much as he hated being away from her for so long, and too often, it was the safest thing to do. Sam wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to her because she was too close to his shit. He still had dreams about Jess, about how that was all his fault. He couldn’t let it happen again.

His phone hadn’t even reached twenty percent but he was impatient and shuffled over to the edge of the bed so the phone cord would reach and held the phone to his ear as he called her, propped himself up against the headboard.

The phone didn’t even ring twice before she answered.

“Sam?”

“Hey, baby.” The words came out in an exhale, most of the tension left him just at the sound of her voice, the ache seeping out of his bones like a relief. It was what kept him sane whenever he was away. Her picture in his wallet, her hair tie on his wrist, her voice in his ear.

“Hi, Sammy. Got worried when you didn’t call on time.”

He winced at the thought. She worried for him, of course she did. Sam understood how horrible it must have felt for her, knowing what he was going off to do. He could only imagine the dread that must’ve curled inside of her whenever he was late calling. Too many things had happened in the past, too many things could still go wrong.

“Sorry, my phone died when we were still out, didn’t get back until way later than I thought,” he groaned, sank down the headboard a little to stretch out on the bed. The agitation still hadn’t quite left him, the stiffness in his muscles prominent. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with her in his arms and he couldn’t have it. “Miss you, honey.”

He could hear the smile in her voice as she responded, “Missed you more. Wish you were here, it’s cold at night without you in bed too.”

He snorted a quiet laugh. “That’s why you miss me?”

“Mhm,” she giggled, though her voice turned a little coy as she murmured, “among other reasons.”

“Yeah?” An automatic smile was curling at his mouth.

Another little giggle through the receiver. He didn’t even need to see her to know that she had that little bashful smile on her face. He also knew exactly what was on her mind, it was on his too.

It wasn’t the first time they’d have done this. He was on the road so often that their sex life wasn’t as amazing as it could have been, and it wasn’t like he didn’t pleasure himself when he was away on hunts anyways.

There had been many many evenings he’d spent in the shower, hot water rolling down his back as he had one hand pressed to the tiled wall whilst the other pumped his cock until his cum was washed down the drain along with his shampoo bubbles. It wasn’t ideal — bottom lip tucked between his teeth to stifle the heaving breaths and quiet groans, trying to get off as fast as he could before the hot water could run out or Dean could get back to the room. It was even worse when it became a result of having her on the phone. There had been many occasions where her soft voice and giggles in his ear had been enough to get him hard, on nights when he was really missing her and it had just been too long since he’d kissed her.

It turned out she did the same as him. Though when Sam pictured it, it was a lot more graceful than his time in the shower. Laid out all pretty on their bed, legs spread, fingers wet with her own arousal as her head tipped back against the pillows. Sometimes if he got a little selfish he pictured her voice all whimpery saying his name as she came, but he couldn’t get lost in that daydream often, or he’d get hard over that, too.

“Miss you,” she breathed again, and the shift in her tone was palpable. “I… I tried touching myself earlier but I couldn’t cum without you on the phone.”

The groan that left him was automatic and his cock throbbed, hardening beneath the material of his boxers. The idea that she couldn’t even get off without his voice in her ear did wonders for him, it was a wonder his ego wasn’t too big already.

“You need my help, honey?” He crooned into the phone, settled into the tone of voice he knew she liked to hear, the voice he used more often than not when he was whispering in her ear, hips slotted between her thighs, rolling in a rhythm that left her whiney and panting.

Her soft little “mhm” was enough for him to move his other hand down and palm himself, hissing in a breath through his teeth.

“Go ahead and lay down for me, pretty girl. Wanna tell me what you’re wearing?”

There was the rustling of sheets over the phone before her voice spoke up again, “Just one of your shirts.”

Another groan. “You trying to kill me, baby?”

She giggled and his cock twitched beneath his palm. Jesus Christ he needed to get back to her, he needed her in person, to sate the need that wouldn’t be doused thoroughly enough over the phone.

“Go ahead and spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he breathed, palming his cock again as he spoke, eyes squeezing shut as his head knocked back against the headboard. “Did you get yourself all worked up earlier, hm? Are you all soaked already?”

There was another hum, though he could hear the way her breathing had deepened, deep and heavy in his ear. He could picture the tickle of her breath on his face, the shape of her lips, the taste of her mouth after she’d just brushed her teeth. He needed her.

“Why don’t you start touching yourself for me?” He murmured, voice low with his arousal. Her resounding moan was enough for his cock to throb again and his hand finally dipped beneath his waistband, freeing himself with a quiet groan.

“Are you touching yourself too?” She whimpered, and it was a miracle he didn’t just cum there and then.

“Yeah,” his hand lifted and he tipped his head down to spit into his palm, groaning softly the next time he pumped his cock. “Yeah I am, dolly. Your pretty voice got me all worked up— fuck.” He breathed out the word between his teeth. He was already leaking pre-cum, thumbing over the head of his cock in a move that made him shudder, though it felt nice when she did it. Stroked his cock with her pretty hands, her pretty lips that wrapped around his head when she was on her knees for him, licking along the length of his dick in a way that always made him weak in the knees.

She moaned again and his hips jerked, rutting into his hand with a filthy groan. “How’re you feeling, honey?”

She whimpered, and Sam felt another dribble of pre-cum slide down the length of his cock. “Good— mm, good, j’st—” she took in a shaky breath, “feels better when it’s you, baby.”

“Oh yeah?” He grunted, pumping his cock just a little faster. “Why’s that, dolly?”

“Bigger hands,” she breathed. “longer fingers.”

Sam moaned, the idea of his fingers nestled deep in her wet heat enough for his cock to throb in his hand, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. But from the sounds of her pretty little whimpers, neither would she. “Can’t fill that pretty pussy up as nice as I can, hm?” He took in a shuddering breath. “Play with your clit for me, sweetheart.”

He could hear the moment she did, the sharp inhale, the whimpery moan, the rustling of the sheets as she, undoubtedly, spread her legs wider. “Oh god, Sammy—”

“Are you close, sweetheart?”

All he got in response was a high-pitched “uh-huh.”

“That’s it— shit, that’s it, baby,” he panted, pumping his cock faster, moaning softly as his head arched back. “Go on, dolly, make some pretty sounds for me as you cum, won’t you? M’gonna cum just thinking about you making such a mess of yourself, c’mon, baby—” he was practically begging between sharp breaths.

It only took a moment before he heard her sharp inhale and the whine that followed, and all it took was a few more quick ruts into his hand and the sounds of her before he groaned her name, toes curled and eyelids scrunched as he came. He could feel the evidence of his orgasm dribbling down his cock and his fingers as he shucked a few more times, hissing through his teeth as he finally stopped.

“Oh sweetheart,” he breathed, panting, not unlike her heavy breaths into the phone. “You sounded so fucking pretty, honey. That feel good for you?”

She took a shuddery breath and hummed again. “Yeah, thanks baby.”

Sam couldn’t help the breathy chuckle. “Don’t need to thank me,” he murmured. “M’always gonna take care of my girl, even if I’m not there. You made quite a mess of me, too.”

She breathed a laugh, and a moment passed of just their shared breathing as they both calmed down. Sam’s cock had softened completely against his abdomen, and he’d have to change his clothes and have another shower, but fuck was it worth it.

“I’ll be on my way back to you tomorrow,” he promised once his breathing had mostly evened out. “Should be with you before dinner, then you get me all to yourself.”

She yawned into the phone before mumbling, “Good, want you back to me as soon as possible.”

The sound of her so sleepy just left him so soft. “I promise I will be,” he breathed. “Why don’t you get some sleep, okay honey? I’ll call you in the morning when we’re on the road.”

“Okay,” her voice had completely softened, coated in a sickly-sweet fondness that left him putty in her hands. “I love you. Get back to me safe, okay?”

“I always do,” Sam smiled. “I love you too. Night, gorgeous.”

She yawned her own goodbye before the line went dead, and he let the phone drop back down onto the mattress with a heavy breath.

Just one more day, then he could have her in person, help her in all the ways he wanted to on the phone.

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sam would’ve loved having a latina gf just saying…

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stanford!sam winchester being a bf <3

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tl cleanse cause i had to erase my religious!reader x sam fic

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sam winchester who grips ur waist when a sleazy guy at the bar makes a move on you and then reminds you who you belong to when you’re back at the motel. after he fucks ur brains out he asks if u want a bath and washes ur hair for u. that’s all.

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“i’m a sam girl” “im a dean girl” ok???? im both sam and dean girl????? i want them both????? at the same time?????? idk polyamory or some shit idk?????

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pretty girl | s.w

warnings; smut under divider, creampie, roughness, dirty talk. i think that’s all. inspired by my previous post 🫡

an: this is my first time posting any work so take it w a grain of salt…enjoy my lovelies

you couldn’t look at him even if you wanted to. his veiny hand was holding your face down into the heart-shaped pillow you sometimes humped when he was gone on hunts, preventing you from looking at how he was fucking you.

“sammy–” you moaned, trying to reach behind you and grab his arm but he quickly used his free hand to pinned your arm back down to the bed.

he groaned at the sound of your voice. he was fucking you from behind, rough, just how he liked it. “yeah, baby. that’s it. being such a good girl ‘f me.” he pulled out slowly, teasing you like he knew you liked it, and rammed back into you all at once.

you couldn’t help but moan louder at the sensation, his massive cock hitting you in places you swore couldn’t be reached before you met him.

“shh, be quiet sweetheart, don’t want anyone to hear you. want those pretty little moans all to myself.” he said as he slapped your ass, and you knew there would be a big mark there tomorrow when you woke up.

sam’s cock wasn’t the only big thing about him. his hands were huge, often wrapped around your neck when you were on your back and taking his cock, and his shoulders? oh, how you loved scratching them while you begged for more. they were your canvas, broad enough to have a story to tell. your place to show that he was yours, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

he picks up the pace, the tip of him hitting you in the right place once he lifts your ass up a little higher on his cock. “f-fuck! baby, you’re so deep!” you whined, loud enough for him but quiet enough for anyone else outside the motel walls.

he could tell by your whines you were gonna cum soon, his free hand snaking down to the front of your pussy and circling your clit. his other hand still kept your head down, lost in the need to make you finish first. “milk this cock, sweetheart, it’s yours. let go.”

you see stars. his voice, his words, the sensation of his big fingers on your clit, his cock slipping in and out of you, all allowing you to reach your high and moan his name out repeatedly. you don’t even hear his words, the only thing in your brain right now being sensation.

“oh shit, i’m gonna fill this sweet cunt up, baby. gonna–f-fuck, give you my load. pretty girl deserves it.” he says, and empties himself into your hole, his seed already so deep inside you as he continues to moan sweet nothings.

he lets go of his grip on you, pulling out and hissing. “you okay, baby? too rough?” he asks after catching his breath. you can only grin out of bliss, too fucked to even manage to say full sentences.

“never better.” you laugh, he places a kiss on your lips and gets up to find a towel, cleaning the spilled cum that drips out of your hole.

“you’re so beautiful” he places a kiss to your inner thigh, and you blush, still not believing how sam could be so thoughtful yet rough all at once.

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hi new moots ily im gonna start writing soon cause i can’t get sam and dean out my head and ive had fics in my drafts for the past 4 years…never had the courage to publish until now 😔

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btw this was him during that poker game

smart as fuck and also pretty i mean it’s literally no surprise he won lbr

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sam winchester and his big hand holding your head down into the pillow while he pounds into you from behind mumbling how you’re such a good girl🫠🫠