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Needy Puppy/dog!Dean under Rowena’s dog spell.

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puppy!Dean, mommykink, smut tbh, dry-humping, I mean it is what it is, sub!Dean

That stupid fucking dog spell. Of course Rowena would punish Dean in the most humiliating way possible.

Dean huffed and heaved, whining and jerking his hips in small circles against the corner of the mattress. His back was hunched and his knees were planted firmly on the stained motel carpet.

“M-M-Mommy. Mommy, please. I need you, Mommy.” He whimpered in a high pitch whine. His invisible tail wagging in steady motion with the sways of his pelvis. “Uh-uh-uh”

Repetitive. Repulsive. Rough.

The pre-cum staining his worn out black boxers outlined his pretty pink cock. The fabric clinging to the fuzz of his thighs and riding up the plump curve of his ass. He moans like a scolded pup, trying to suppress a full bark coming through as his cheeks puff up and out.

His pace quickens and his hips start bucking. “M’good boy. I promise, Momma.”

White. fuzzy. Blank.

His briefs are soaked and sticky with thick ropes of cum. Dean pants. When will this spell be broken?

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okay don’t hate me this is kinda shit first fic kinda nervous put me down like a sick dog.

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cursing , mentions of weed, reader smokes weed , soldier boy x read , slight dumbification of reader , gender neutral reader (fem. nicknames) , dom soldier boy x sub reader

Your thighs burned against the rough material of his Supe suit. Nosing at the hollow in the middle of his neck, you let the whiskey stench caress your nostrils. You’re straddling him, thighs caging that broad, toned waist. “C’mon, Papa. I’ll be so fucking good.” you whine as your hips roll, seemingly primal instinct. The smoke wafting from Ben’s joint, which he has been purposely blowing away from your face, (he wouldn’t want his poor innocent doll tainted) has stuck and pricked into your pores like small glass shards. It was so, so fuzzy and your eyes brimmed with static as a soft void rocks your head in a gentle lullaby. The frequencies of his low rumble vibrate your ribcage and pierce through the static. “You with me, hm? What’s wrong, bubs?” He says. He knows exactly what he’s doing. You’re just so needy. His calloused hands find the baby fat of your cheeks as he pinches them together and abruptly brings you closer to his sweet, weathered face. His crows feet are deeper than you remember. He’s starting to get some grey in his hair. “Aw, pup. You want some? You gonna be good? My good girl?” It’s embarrassing. You just nod. Simple. He leans in softly, almost lovingly, takes a drag from his joint, presses his lips to yours. His hand runs up each individual vertebrae and reaches the base of your neck where he squeezes as he pours the smoke into your mouth. You move your mouth superfluously with his, he taps your hip roughly to get you to steady. You inhale the smoke deep into your lungs, allowing it to diffuse through your alveoli. Your blood softly tainted by Ben in every way now. When you both pull back, you exhale the smoke, letting it blanket his face. “Such a good little girl f’me.” He grunts out with effort as his hands knead the fat of your ass.

yo Kirk me real quick.

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Puppy!sam, use of mommy, mommykink, pathetic whiny sam, dirty smut tbh, phone sex, Sammy being a slut.

His leg was bouncing impatiently. Two days. You had been gone for two whole days. Some stupid vamp nest up in Milwaukee. He missed your sweet scent and he just wanted cuddles. He wants his mommy to take care of him.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“C’mon, Sweetheart. Pick up please.”

“Sammy?”

He is instantly hard at the sound of your sweet, lilting notes. He releases a breathy moan as his body stiffens up and he ruts into his own hand.

“I miss you. I missed you so much, Baby, you don’t understand. I need you, please. Please, Mommy, come home.” He whines and whimpers, already pumping his lengthy cock. You stay silent on the phone. You know he will just entertain himself. You want to enjoy the show too as he drivels on.

“Momma. Mommy. Sweet girl.” He chokes out in between short whimpers, cut off by the threat of cumming already. There’s so much pressure on his poor little pelvis. Poor pup. And, surprise, surprise, he starts crying.

“Baby” *sniffles* “I miss you so much. I’m being a good boy. I promised I would.” He chokes out in between sobs. You can practically imagine him, like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Except this time it’s his cock.

He swallows a mouthful of phlegm and snot that has built up from his whining. His tip is sticky and his pre-cum is acting as a lube. He bounces on the bed like a slut. Literally bounces while bucking into his hand. Phone discarded. But you are always on his mind.

He goes silent. He always does when he’s about to cum. Thick ropes spew out as his pornographic moans awaken the dead. It’s all over his own tummy :(

“Night, Night, Sweet boy” you hang up.

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