currently thinking about how the first time you let incubus!johnny into your bed (in his human form btw), you don’t let him stick it in whatsoever despite his begging and pleading.
so he resorts to rutting his leaking cock against the sticky fabric of your underwear, whimpering brokenly about “how fuckin’ good ya feel, bun—s-so bloody warm” as his blunt nails dig into the heated flesh of your thighs. literally doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his entire existence, doesn’t think he’s ever been with a mortal who has the ability to bring him to his knees and make him beg. johnny’s an incubus, for fuck’s sake—he’s never not been in control.
but you—christ, you could tell him to lick the floor beneath you clean, and he’d do it with a beaming smile on his face. ghost had started calling him a loyal mutt, snickering at the smattering of bites and bruises lingering on his throat after he’d spent the night with you. sure, he had stopped seeing as many clients as he usually did—but he just couldn’t stop seeing you, couldn’t stop lingering for longer in your apartment every time he came over, couldn’t stop.
so when your throat lets out the prettiest moan as his cockhead nudges just right against your covered clit, it’s enough to send him spiraling into his orgasm, ropes of his sticky ichor splattering across your underwear and heaving out warbling apologies.
remember when sam signed up for the exact same fate with lucifer and everyone around him agreed that sacrificing himself was Correct since the apocalypse was His Fault
remember how he spent the entirety of s5 being made to feel utterly worthless and not a single person in his life intervened or even asked him how he was coping
remember how he DID spend an eternity trapped with lucifer and michael who had nothing to do to entertain themselves besides torture him (and adam, oops)
im on the frontlines of the royjamie daddy kink war but i take a hit. i go down. my fellow knight fighting on the frontlines beside me races to my side. in my final moments they take off their helmet, finally revealing themself to me after our hard won battle. but, with my dying breath i look up to see… it’s phil dunster himself. he takes up his sword and avenges me. i die with his voice in my ear… saying he’s probably more daddy than he is father…