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sorry i haven't posted in a bit, my inbox is always open if you want me to do something for you

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the parallels of these two characters are kinda uncanny.

free my man he did nothing wrong except experience the horrors

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free my man he did nothing wrong except experience the horrors

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bite me // sam winchester x reader

"hnn—fuck," sam arches his body as you prod your tongue into the heat of his ass, pressing at the rim of his hole. it's savory and warm in the best way, and to have all six feet and five inches of sam winchester writhing below you in simple pleasure? you might come untouched from the thought.

you feel him push towards your tongue as you pull away, tutting before taking the meat of his right asscheek between your teeth and biting down.

now, you weren't expecting the moan that elicited from sam, the way he shifted under you to readjust his leaking cock against the bed.

"oh, sammy," you coo, breath fanning over the skin where you bit him, thumbs rubbing into his hips. "did you like that?"

sam whines and tries pushing his ass against your face again.

"use your words, boy," you say, kissing his soft skin.

"oh—yes, so good."

you knew that was going to be one of the more sensible responses you would get out of him, so you work yourself up his body, planting kisses as you go, til you're breathing in his shampoo and nuzzling into his neck.

sam was gorgeous like this: quietly panting, skin glistening slightly from a thin layer of sweat that perspired itself as you pressed your finger on the rim of his hole, still slick with your saliva, his hair was disheveled and his whole body twitched with need.

"such a good boy for me. all for me," you say as you push yourself in.

you loved how keen he always was for you to be on top. he liked being useful, but he loved being used.

as you push in a second finger, you sink your teeth into the juncture of his neck, almost hard enough to break skin. you don't know if it was from the second finger, or the bite, but sam yelps before moaning and coming with a small, final thrust into the bed.

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you're a dog, and im your man. // wincest

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you fell in love with america when you were twelve years old and by seventeen, you knew you had to see it all you loved your dad and the love he had for your mother, so you had to get out and go chasin' its sweet call‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road in some torn-up clothes with a pistol in my pocket i didn't trust no one, but you said, "baby, don't run, i'll take you anywhere" So i hopped right in, outta luck to spend, and at least your truck beats walking and you said, "hey, do you wanna see the west with me? 'cause love's out there and i can't leave it be" and i said, "honey, love's never meant much to me but i'll come with you if you're sure it's what you need".

wincest // thoroughfare

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poor Sam absolutely covered in blood after coming home from a bloodbath of a hunt, his bangs sticking to his head. he can feel it in every crevice of his body and though he should feel disgusted by the vile filth he is doused in, he feels revered by it all, a carnal feeling when the blood taste is on his tongue and smeared across his face, the scent of copper fogging every bit of humanity that still remained within him in that moment. all he can do is unzip his bloody pants and palm himself through his stiff boxers, thinking of Dean fighting alongside him, them moving in utter sync with each other. it's uncomfortable but so so grounding

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wincest // gibson girl

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ㅤsam winchester 𓂃⋆.˚