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: ̗̀➛ Runaway

pairing: teen!billy butcher x m!reader

theme: angst + fluff

cw: weed and alcohol

happy pride month 🍆

Friday night, the basement is filled with the smell of smoke and booze. The old radio was playing music in the background, static occasionally interrupting the electric guitar solos of some local station that was playing bad punk music. With a huff you reached over, trying to adjust the antenna.

"You really gotta have to update that ol' thing." Billy chuckled from the other side of the couch, a bottle of cheap alcohol placed between his legs and a badly rolled joint dangling between his fingers. He looked really out of it, giggling at everything and anything. But you didn't even mind, automatically joining in his fits of giggles. It's not like you were any more sober than he was.

"Do you have any money?" You slurred, turning your head to glance at him with a wobbly grin.

"No." Billy huffed, raising an eyebrow at you. "What does that have to do with your radio?"

"If you have a problem with my radio, you could at least buy me a new one." You responded, still grinning at him. It was just a silly joke, and seeing the confusion on his face made it even funnier. You swore you saw the wheels turning in his head before he fell into another fit of giggles.

You don't even really remember how Billy started being your friend. Is he even your friend? Well, he's sitting in your basement, your parent's basement, drinking some cheap beer and smoking some sketchy weed you bought from your local dealer. Or maybe stole. Same thing.

The other boy had been your classmate for a while, an outsider, a troublemaker, or whatever teachers liked to call him. But eventually, you started talking, maybe because he was so similar to yourself. A sad teenager with a lot of psychological problems. Just that you didn't see yourself or him like that. The world just didn't understand you or whatever teenagers liked to tell themselves.

You got along well, well enough that you shared everything with him. Not just your booze and drugs but even your bed whenever he was running away from his father again. He was your friend, or best friend, or maybe something else. But during times like these, too high to function, it didn't matter much to you. Neither does he seem care.

"Do ya' sometimes just wanna run off?" Billy murmured, his accent thicker, his voice slurred. At this point, you weren't 6 feet apart anymore. Your limbs were tangled together, his head leaning on your chest. You were sure he was going to fall asleep sooner or later, right on top of you. Hopefully, your father won't walk down the stairs; he really doesn't need to see you huddled together with another boy.

"Run to where?" You muttered back, staring up at the ceiling. There was no more weed to smoke, and you felt too sick to have another sip of alcohol.

"Anywhere." Billy's breath was calm, his arm wrapped around your middle. Was it considered gay to lay together like that? "I thought of going to the military."

"Why would you do that?" You almost felt bad for laughing, but the thought of running away just to join the army and roll around in mud just felt odd to you. But maybe that was just you. Because a lot of boys your age were talking about joining the military. Maybe you thought about it once or twice as well.

"Dunno." Billy hummed as he shifted even closer to you. "Would you come with me?"

"Sure." Did you really think about it? No. Did you just agree because you're high out of your mind? Probably. But you also meant it at the moment. You would go anywhere with him right now, even if you had other plans with your life.

"Cool." It was the last thing that came from him before you felt quiet snoring vibrating through his chest. Maybe life will be kinder to him in the future, that's what you hoped. It doesn't matter if he's your friend or not; you do care where he went and how he was feeling. At least you do in this moment, with his weight pressing you into the old basement couch.

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your fics are so tasty like i love love love them so much

thank you 🥹 i really wanna write more but im kinda busy rn </3

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alcohol and a sore throat made me lose my voice. why can't a man bring me into this situation?

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maybe a too freaky BUT what about pe teacher!dean and male reader, where's dean is def a pervert and reader is legal ofc

the whistle makes me their god !

pairing: gym teacher!dean x male!student!reader

theme: mlm, smut, drabble

cw: student teacher relationship ,, semi-public sex ,, rimming ,, clothed!dean ,, naked!reader ,, oral fixation (kinda)

reader is of legal age (or not, whatever u want 🤷‍♂️), don't have inappropriate relations with your teachers. (or do, im just some random person on the internet)

english is not my first language :3

Dean told himself that it wasn't really his fault. Those gym shorts were just so damn short, and his eyes just magically were drawn to his student butt every time the young male bent down or stretched, or ran. It also wasn't his fault that his body was reacting automatically like he was actually the hormonal teenager, in this case, who was only thinking with his dick.

And you weren't so innocent either. His name rolled off your tongue whenever you asked a question, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks when you spoke. He really shouldn't listen to what his cock was telling him, especially after Sam's reaction to his little cheerleader comment.

But it was too late. He had you pinned to the tile wall of the shower stall, his hands squeezing your hips, and waist, trailing down to knead your ass like some stress ball. He just enjoyed the noises that spilled from your mouth, the way you arched your back, and the look of your knees buckling as Dean teased you. Maybe he also has a small obsession with your ass.

Dean was kneeling behind the younger man, your arms bracing against the cold tile wall, his tongue licking and circling your hole. He should just do this quick, should quickly get you and himself off.

But he wanted to savor this moment. All the other students were gone anyway, you two had all the time in the world. At least, that's what Dean told himself.

"Taste so good.." He hummed against your hole, the vibrations making your hips buck back against his face. Dean definitely didn't mind. He could stay buried between your cheeks all day until his jaw was aching. He lapped and sucked eagerly, his tongue fucking into your hole like a man starved. The wet noises bouncing of the walls sounded obscene and perverse. And you both loved it.

His name slipped from your lips and Dean almost came on the spot. His own erection was still trapped in his red gym shorts, just begging for some friction. But he ignored it, wrapping one hand around his student's weeping cock to jerk you off while his tongue continued to delve deeper into your warm hole.

"'m close—" came from above, your shaky voice echoing in the small closure of the shower stall. It was looking very attractive to just stop right here and then, to listen to your begging, but Dean decided to kept on going instead, licking and sucking around your rim, his wrist flicking as he continued to jerk your cock.

It didn't take long until your legs started shaking and you were spilling all over his hand, moaning his name and almost tumbling to the floor as your legs threatened to give out. But Dean kept you steady on your feet, with one hand gripping your hip, lazily stroking you until you started whining from the overstimulation.

He listened to your panting, his hands going back to squeezing your ass, leaning forward to bite into one of your cheeks. The sudden sting made you yelp, glancing over your shoulder with hazy eyes.

"Just giving you a souvenir," Dean stated, his thumb brushing over the bite mark before standing up from the floor, giving your ass one last smack. "You should clean up and head to your next class, shouldn't you?" He hummed, looking down at you with a smirk. He almost felt sad leaving you behind when he finished this hunt. Almost.

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babe u need to turn the bsf soldier boy drabble in a fic!! is soo good, we need it

✧.* — precious boy

pairing: dbf!soldier boy x male!user

theme: 1980s ,, smut and a teeny tiny bit of angst (maybe)

cw: nsfw ,, age gap ,, size difference ,, soft!ben (probably out of character) ,, slow sex ,, overstimulation ,, creampie ,, prais kink

wrote this half asleep 💔 this isn't so good and its not really that detailed but its everything my brain could come up with! hope u like it :3

english is not my first language!!

Ben is an asshole. He knows it, everyone around him is very aware that he really doesn't care. No one actually matters to him; the only one that matters is he himself, his fame, his glory. And you.

He always wanted his own kids, and he watched you grow up. You weren't his, and he was glad about that. It would make things ten times worse if you were his own biological child. Because normally, he wouldn't care about who he pisses off, but he also doesn't want your dad to know about any of the things you two do.

Ben definitely doesn't want anyone to know that he's fucking a barely legal boy behind his best friend's back. Not that he cares about the public. Vought would cover it up for him. But he cared about you, cared about what might happen to you if anyone finds out about your.. relationship. If he could even call it that.

It was almost routine now. Picking you up from your home, small talk with your parents before driving down old dirt roads in one of his fancy cars that Vought buys. Just to make him happy and groan less about whatever is pissing him off.

He loved watching your smile and the way your hair was getting messed up whenever he rolled down the windows. Sometimes, his eyes stay glued on you longer than necessary. Every time his hand stays on your thigh a little too long, and every time, he pulls over and fucks you in his backseat.

This was everything he didn't stand for. Having his arms wrapped around another man, a boy, his cock buried deep inside of you. He isn't fast or hard like he usually is with any of the cheap whores he takes home to forget about the feeling of your walls squeezing his dick so good.

He's slow. Deep, steady thrusts as he coos and praises every little noise that comes from your kiss-swollen lips. His hands fit perfectly around your waist, his eyes watching the way his cock stretches your hole. He was fascinated by you, treating you like something breakable, his hands skimming your skin to memorize every dip and curve all over again. Like he has never touched you before.

"So perfect.." he murmurs against the corner of your mouth, placing hot, open-mouth kisses on your cheek and jaw, down your neck before gently nibbling on your collarbone. Every gasp or breathy moan was sending a spark of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching inside your hole, making your walls clench around him again.

If he could he would keep you here forever, wanting to forget about everything outside the little bubble he created in his own head. He could just watch you break apart all over and over again, putting you together, just so he can watch you come undone once more. It was addictive.

"You're my precious boy, aren't you?" Ben hummed, gently cupping your face in his hands, smiling as he watched your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. "You don't wanna talk to me?" He was just teasing, grinding his hard length into your fluttering walls, placing another sloppy kiss on your lips whenever you whispered his name. You were too fucked out, only whining and moaning in response.

Of course, he always counts how many times you come on his cock. Maybe he secretly wrote it down. Maybe he secretly wanted to take a picture of every orgasm that was playing on your face. Ben just couldn't get enough, even as the body underneath him was shaking and wailing. Sometimes, he needed to remind himself that you, indeed, weren't a Supe. Your body couldn't take as much as his could.

"Too much, sweets?" He cooed, voice low and soft, brows furrowed in concern as he waited for an answer. Every time he got a simple nod of your head, and every time, he gently pulled out, wincing at the friction. Maybe he was still hard, but this was about you. He wants to do something right once in his life, he wants to take care of you. It made everything worse in his mind. He's taking advantage of such a young person just to handle whatever was going on in his own fucked up head.

But he pushed those thoughts down, watching his own cum dribbling out of your puffy hole. He had the urge to swipe it up and push it all back inside, but instead, he grabbed some tissues, gently cleaning you up while always making sure to praise you, telling you how 'good of a boy you were, taking him so well.'

He shouldn't care, he never cared about anyone's well-being except for his own. But as he watched the small body on his backseats melting into his touch, breathing so softly, he couldn't help but get soft. He wanted this to be a forever thing, to take you and run away. But he won't.

And it hurts. Thinking about you growing up, meeting new people, and eventually forgetting about him. Maybe, someday when you're all grown up, he'll just be a bitter old man who gave you a few good fucks in his backseat

But he doesn't like to think about that now; he just cradles you in his arms, gently rocking you as he feels you falling asleep. He will eventually return you to your home again, facing your parents like nothing happened, and in a few days, he'll repeat everything again. And he's okay with that right now. He's okay with the thought that this might be a forever thing.

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married life w logan?

— Married to Logan Howlett !

(i hope u actually meant logen howlett o-o)

pairing: logen howlett x gn!reader

theme: headcanons !

cw: bad writing, some nsfw content, creampie, pain kink, i think thats all...

This MIGHT be out of character (probably is) because it has been a while since I've watched the x-men movies or watched anything remotely close to it (last thing was wolverine and deadpool and that was while i was half passed out on a plane) so this might be kinda bad </3 also didn't know which logan to use, so this is open for whatever logan you want i guess.

english is not my first language!! :3

husband!logan, who moves with you into a cabbin, somewhere in the woods where you two would be all alone. the man likes his privacy. and even if he loves his friends, he probably doesn't wanna stay at the x-men mansion with you.

husband!logan, who isn't that affectionate in public, maybe too scared he might lose you as well, but is all over you when you are home alone. just touching and kissing, mostly acts of service tho.

husband!logan, who loves making small gifts. sometimes he buys you flowers, or maybe clothes or just makes you breakfast. maybe he also starts working with wood, and little wooden statues are just placed around all over your house.

husband!logan, who is your personal heater. he wraps his whole body around you (if that's physical possible) whenever you mention you are cold.

husband!logan, who loves picking out outfits for you. half an hour or maybe even an hour of your mornings are wasted with you giving logan a fashion show and he decides what you wear for the day. (he probably gets hard lol).

husband!logan, who is a little possessive. he rubs himself against you, like a cat or dog, to scent you. he tells you it's his animal instinct. but you think it's cute.

husband!logan, who loves manhandling you when thinks get heated but also enjoys getting bended in half. this man is a switch!

husband!logan with a breeding kink. just moaning into your ear how much he wants to fill you up, grinding his hips against yours as he shoots his load into you. he also probably begs to get creampied when you bend him over the next surface, babbling and whining as you pound into him. he see's stars when he feels you painting his walls white.

husband!logan, who carries a picture with you everywhere. just sitting in his pocket whenever he does everyday normal things. and you definitely have a picture of him, too, always carrying each other around when you are apart.

husband!logan, who loves eating meals with you. he actually likes being somewhat domestic, maybe even cooking together and then giggling and feeding each other at the table like some lovesick teenagers.

husband!logan, who loves being scratched. he is always afraid to hurt you with his claws but he himself is a whore for pain. slap him, scratch him, spank him, and he is putty in your hands.

husband!logan, who gives you the cheesiest nicknames known to mankind. of course, also the basics like "darlin'" or "sweetheart". but also things like "sweat pea" or "snookums" in some sing-sang voice whenever he's looking for you around the house.

its like 11 pm, and i drank too much bubble tea. This is all my brain could fart out,,, im sorry 💔

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i have a question

what it's like being one of the best mlm writers?? because everything you do is soo good

I JIST WOKE UP AND THIS IS SO SWEET THANK YOU. i try to do my best 🫡🫡 because there is a big LACK of male readers and male povs 💔💔 everyone always forgets about the gays! BUT AGAIN thank you <33

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Headcannons of being married to sam?

Being married to Sam Winchester

pairing: sam winchester x gn!reader

theme: headcanons ,, being married to sammy :3

cw: little bit of nsfw, one mention of jealousy, little bit of dacryphilia, generally just fluff ! :3 (also not always canon to the original spn timeline)

english is not my first language!! :3

i did think about it a lot, when sam would get married and if he gets married, would he still hunt? seeing it as canon, dean would be already dead when sam gets married, but that would be boring, so i will make this so it won't make sense in the canon timeline 👍

husband!sam, who definitely cried when he saw you walking down the aile. obviously because you looked absolutely stunning but also because he realized that maybe now, after all this time, he can live a normal life without thinking about himself as a freak. (maybe you also don't walk down the aile, and you just get married quietly, but he would cry either way).

husband!sam, who was on you as soon as you got to your motel room after the wedding and the party. he just wants to get your clothes off you, even if you looked gorgeous in them.

husband!sam, who only has slow sex with you during your honeymoon ☝️he wants to savor every moment, and I feel like he's a patient man because he already spent a lot of years with you.

husband!sam, who gets teased by his older brother but also blushes whenever dean says something like "can't believe you are married before I am!" (all just jokes, of course <3... I guess).

husband!sam, who feels like he just fell in love with you all over again, wanting to be around you all the time, clinging to you like a needy (and big) puppy.

husband!sam, who is jealous sometimes. but he won't say it out loud. if he does see someone flirting with you, he will stand as close as possible to you, puffing out his chest before intertwining his fingers with yours. of course not to show off his and your wedding band... never.

(of course, you always reassure him, and he denies that he's jealous... you better reassure him).

husband!sam, who loves worshipping your body. maybe during your comfortable married life, you did get a bit chubbier. but he loves it, reassures you that he loves you no matter what you look like. he kisses all over your body, especially your stomach and thighs. he's just grabbing and groping everywhere.

husband!sam, who can not cook at all. he loves eating healthy, but that's something like a salad or a healthy sandwich. as a kids dean always did the cooking and during hunts sam and his brother ate fast food. there was no time to learn how to cook. he's probably also embarrassed to ask you and also enjoys watching you cook.

husband!sam, who also gets submissive, especially since he's trusting you and settling down. sometimes, he just enjoys you taking control because he knows you won't hurt him. he leans back and watches you do all the work, and he enjoys it too.

husband!sam, who loves trying out new things because he has time now. obviously, he loves trying new things in the bedroom but also daily things. maybe he can find new hobbies and has more time for fitness! (he probably can't work or at least not with his actual identity because officially, he's already dead in every register. i think).

husband!sam, who just wants to hold you all day and night. sometimes, he still can not believe that he has the applepie life he always wanted. so he holds you, fingers digging into your skin because he doesn't want to let go of you and your life.

husband!sam, who cries during slow and emotional sex. like full-on sobbing, tears streaming down his face when his cock is inside you (or when you are fucking him).

husband!sam, who makes his own little library in your house. (if you get a house, maybe you also stay in the bunker) and he has definitely had sex with you in that library. multiple times.

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baaaaaabe i love your writing so much, give some of cordell walker x male reader please???

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

pairing: Cordell Walker x male!reader

theme: just some headcanons

cw: mature/nsfw content, size difference, mention of possessive behavior, a little bit of degration

i have not watched the show yet! so sorry if this is out of character :'D. but YAY my first ask!!

english is not my first language!! :3

Cordell Walker, who watches closely whenever you took his hat from his head and put it on your own, his expression not changing even as you grin at him. He doesn't even mind your antics and turns bacj to di whatever he was doing before.

Cordell Walker who makes you bounce on his cock the same night, his hands behind his head, watching his hat tipping off your head with every roll of your hips. Occasionally, he reaches out to fix the hat before returning back to his position, leaning back against the headboard, just watching you and the way your legs start shaking.

Cordell Walker, who's very overprotective, always wants to know where you are going and who you go with. He knows you're a grown man, but he doesn't want to lose someone important all over again. He doesn't stop asking, even if it annoys you a little.

Cordell Walker, who teaches you how to handle a gun or rifle (if you didn't know that already). Or watches you as you ride a horse for the first time. (Which wasn't really hard after a lot of practice on Walker heueheuheu)

Cordell Walker, who's much taller than you (the man is 6'4.) and loves the way you get on your tippy toes whenever you try and give him a kiss or try and whisper something into his ear.

Cordell Walker, who also likes to throw you around or lifts you up as if you don't weigh anything, manhandling you the way he wants to. Of course, only because he knows you like it just as much as he does.

Cordell Walker, who definitely has a size kink. Not just in height, but he also likes to compare dick sizes with you. If you're smaller than him, he'll definitely be a little degrating and mean about it. But he makes it up with a good blowjob.

Cordell Walker, who puts his whole body weight on top of yours after some good sex, probably falls asleep and leaves you squashed underneath him.

Cordell Walker, who loves to cuddle. He would never admit it out loud, but he loves having his arms around you, his hand gently roaming and squeezing your body. He whispers sweet, nothings into your ear as he squashes you more and more into his chest.

Cordell Walker, who loves seeing you in his clothes. He watches you closely when you put on his jeans and grins when he notices that the flannel shirt you are wearing is his. It suits you, makes him feel warm and fuzzy.

Cordell Walker, who especially enjoys slow sex. He keeps his hands on your waist, your legs wrapped around his hips, as his eyes switch between your face and the way his cock disappears into your hole.

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dbf!soldier boy drabbel/headcanons

pairing: soldier boy x male!reader

theme: you can imagine this taking place in the 70s or something when ben was still in payback

cw: age gap, slight nsfw, size difference, corruption, mention of unprotected sex, just a totally fucked up relationship lol

don't have inappropriate relationships with your father's friend. or do. who am i to tell you what to do and to not do.

english is not my first language! :3

dbf!soldier boy who had been friends with your dad during his days in the army or because your dad works for vought.

dbf!soldier boy who watched you grow up, treating you better than he ever would've treated his own son. giving you sweets, buying you gifts, cherishing you like you are the most precious thing.

dbf!soldier boy who does feel a bit sad watching you turn into a handsome young man, always wishing he could keep you the small innocent boy he knew

dbf!soldier boy who doesn't tell you to "man up" because he loves holding you close whenever you're sad

dbf!soldier boy feeling guilty about lusting after you as soon as you grow out of your baby face.

dbf!soldier boy who pats your butt as encouragement. like standing next to you while you hesitate doing something, and he just pats your backside before humming "go on"

dbf!soldier boy who surprisingly doesn't care about liking another man but hates himself for loving his favorite boy like that.

dbf!soldier boy who touches you underneath the table during dinner. letting his hand linger on your thigh, rubbing his thumb along the inside of your thigh while talking to your parents like nothing inappropriate is happening beneath the table

dbf!soldier boy who gives you sweet little nicknames like 'sweet boy', 'sweetheart', 'darling', or even little filthy nicknames that he only whispers into your ear when no one is watching.

dbf!soldier boy who might be into forcefem

dbf!soldier boy who fucks you slow and sweet in your childhood bedroom because the thought of corrupting you turns him on.

dbf!soldier boy who teaches you about sex while touching you everywhere. letting his hand slip between your legs and murmuring things like "touching people here makes them feel warm and good. does this make you feel warm, sweet boy?"

dbf!soldier boy making sure he's your first, definitely not even teaching you about safe sex because he always wants to come inside you.

dbf!soldier boy who keeps a picture of you in his wallet. (and jerks off while holding said so picture in his hands)

dbf!soldier boy who likes the size difference between him and you. the way he can carry you around with ease or flip you over without even breaking a sweat, the way his cock looks so big when he puts it on youe stomach just to let you see how deep he'll go.

dbf!soldier boy who knows he's a dead man when your dad finds out about the things he does with you but is too addicted to stop now.

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,, guilty as sin ''

pairing: priest!sam x angel!reader

theme: mlm, religious, smut, angst

cw: religious guilt, very short mention of masterbation, pinning, gentle sex, angsty sex, unprotected sex

note: i made this for my friend :3 its very long and idk what to think about it also idk anything about churches and what the things are called in english. if i got something wrong im sorry 🙏

warning!! english is not my first language.

It didn't matter how many days he was already working at his church or how many times he prayed or confessed. He will always feel guilty for something he could never change.

Sam will always be the boy with the demon blood, a monster. Even his own brother saw him as some unworthy creature. He felt uncomfortable in the clothes of a holy man, the robes dark, hanging off his body, the white collar tight around his throat.

But no matter how guilty or wrong Sam felt in his skin, he loved what he did. No one in this small town knew about his sins; everyone who came into the church smiled brightly at the tall man. Maybe that's why Sam stayed. Maybe that's what made him feel less guilty, the knowledge that these people loved him because they didn't know about the truth.

He had given up hunting a long time ago.

Sam ran away again, ran away from the life he always thought was his destiny and maybe it was. But he took as much distance from everyone he knew and hid away as far as possible as he could go. It was a surprise that Dean hadn't found him yet.

Sam had been the complete opposite of the man he was before. He had prayed all his life, always clinging to the hope that if he prayed enough, God would change him into someone better, and maybe he would be less of a freak. He knew now that no one but himself could save him.

Every Sunday, he held the church service, listened to people's worries throughout days and weeks, and heard confession after confession in the booth. He wanted to help, be there for people, and make them feel better about themselves. And maybe he also hoped that by doing so, he could clean himself from all his sins. Though he was sure that he would forever stay the unworthy man, he was born to be.

He realized that especially at night, when he lay awake, rosary held tightly in his hands, whispering prayers to ignore the loud voices that were booming in his head.

But something about his routine changed. You.

This was a small town with the same voices and faces. But you didn't fit in with them. Sam didn't recognize your face as he read the bible during his service, his speech stuttered for a moment as his eyes landed on your face, maybe for a moment too long.

After the initial surprise, he continued with his reading, but his eyes always trailed back to look back at the new face in the crowd. Sam was curious about you.

It didn't take long until he was face-to-face with you right after the service. Sam standing next to the altar, his eyes skimming over your face. Who was this person? He had never seen you before.

His finger lingered a moment too long on your tongue as he placed the wafer in your mouth, watching closely as you drank from the wine glass. But the longer he watched, the tighter his clothes felt, his face hot and flushed. Sam blamed it on his robes.

Sam had to snap out of his trance as you handed him the wine glass back. The priest simply smiled—a bit strained—and wiped the glass clean for the next person, his eyes following you as you disappeared in the crowd.

There was something about you, just different. Of course, Sam could also just brush it off as attraction because you definitely were an attractive individual. But it was more than that. The air around you wasn't human, your presence wasn't human and Sam just couldn't stop thinking about you.

With all those new thoughts about you, a new sense of guilt started to form in his guts. They made him feel even more disgusted with himself. Sam was trying to be better, to make himself feel clean but now his head was filled with you during nighttime. He held the rosary tightly in his hand again while the other was working his hard cock, whispered prayers leaving his lips all over again.

This was worse. This wasn't like some problem he was born with. This guilt was something his head was making up, and he just couldn't get rid of you and the image of your face.

Everywhere he was going he swears he sees your face, just for a moment in the corner of his eyes. But every time he turned to look, you weren't there. He really considered that he was slowly going crazy again, maybe a ghost was haunting him. Maybe you were the ghost.

Sam hadn't been sleeping properly for a few days now, too busy thinking about your face and the wrenching feeling in his guts. He was sitting in his room, at his old wooden desk, reading through papers or bible phrases, whatever made him feel better in the moment.

There was a flutter of wings outside his window, nothing special. Just a bird flying past, he thought. But then there was a sudden thud in his room. Sam flinched, turning in his chair and looking directly at the person who had haunted his thoughts for the past few days.

The lamp on his desk was throwing shadows on the walls, a pair of huge shadow wings were stretching behind your form. He knew that image very well, it was similar to whenever Castiel was making his dramatic entrances.

The person Sam had been thinking about all time long wasn't a ghost or demon hunting him down. You were pure and divine, an angel sent from heaven to watch over him. Maybe his nightly prayers and his hopes weren't as useless as he thought. Heaven was answering him, sending him your beautiful face. For whatever reason.

It made the priest feel slightly better, knowing that maybe he wasn't doomed to be a monster, a creature chosen by hell. Maybe he was someone that could be fixed.

But at the same time, another churning feeling settled in his stomach. He had been lusting after an angel, a holy creature. So pure and innocent, watching him make sure he was doing good, and all Sam had to do was think about you in the most disgusting, unpure ways.

To Sam's surprise, you stayed with him, offering to help him around the church, with classes or services. It was nice, almost grounding. He should have kept as much distance between the two of you as possible, but he couldn't; your presence felt nice. Sam enjoyed the angel's company, and as days and weeks passed, you two have grown close. Closer than you should've allowed.

Maybe it was a pity that you lingered around Sam more than you should. Or maybe it was the shared interests outside of religion or the church. You liked Sam as much as the priest liked you, just two beings enjoying each other's company.

And even as Sam felt guilty he just couldn't stop himself from getting closer. Every physical touch was making him shiver and feel more disgusting than he already felt. But he still reached out to touch you, just a simple touch on your shoulder or on the small of your back that lingered a bit too long just for it to be something innocent.

Of course, you have noticed but never said anything. Because even if you knew it was wrong, you enjoyed his touch as much as he liked touching you.

,,,

You had been helping Sam a lot, not just with services or classes but also with keeping his church tidy. Currently, you two are cleaning out the confession booth.

While the church had still one of those old wooden boxes that could be used as a confession booth, Sam rather liked using one of the smaller rooms in the back of the church halls. There was more room, actually chairs and Sam just thought that the atmosphere was more comfortable.

But the booth, or rather the confession room, decided by a large curtain, was still cramped with old bookshelves and other ancient furniture.

Sam watched as you sorted through the books, trying to give them a specific order again. He really wasn't paying much attention to the work he was supposed to do. The priest rather wanted to reach out, latch himself onto you and never let go.

His eyes looked distant and you noticed. Of course, you noticed.

"Sam, are you alright? You've looked so tired for the past few days." You asked, voice soft, your attention no longer on the books in front of you. Sam snapped out of his daze to look at you, his hazel eyes gazing deep into yours. He just wanted to say all the things that were racing through his head, but instead, he grabbed you by your arm, smashing his lips against yours.

He expected you to pull away, to freeze. But instead, you melted into him, your lips moving against his. Both of you knew how wrong this was. This was Sam Winchester, a human. Even worse, a human whose destiny is to be evil while you were an angel, pure, clean of everything bad.

But your hands found their way into his hair, tugging on the silky strands. Sam's hands were all over your body, careful and gentle as if he was afraid to break you. His lips weren't claiming or brutal, they were soft, exploring your mouth and making sure to taste every bit of you. This was dirty but Sam had never felt so pure before.

,,,

Clothes were scattered on the floor, soft pants and moans filling the room. Sam's arms were wrapped around you, his palms pressed against your shoulder blades to hold you as close as possible.

His hips were moving slowly, dragging his cock in and out of your hole. He could hear every noise you made, your harsh breath fanning against his ear with every pump of his hips. Sam trailed his hands down to grab your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling your heels immediately press into the small of his back.

Sam could feel your walls clenching around him, a whimper ripping from his throat. He felt good, so good. But with every drag against your walls, he couldn't help but feel even more guilty.

He turned his head to look at you, your brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut. "You look perfect.." Sam murmured burying his face into the crook of your neck. He could feel your hands clinging to his back, your fingernails digging into his muscles.

There was no rush, no words exchanged. Both of you felt horrible for what you were doing. Sam, a priest, was balls deep in the angel that had been watching him for the past weeks. And you just let him. You were clinging to him, moaning into his ear like you enjoyed it. You do enjoy it.

But you also couldn't help but sob when your orgasm was slowly approaching. Sam was close, too; you noticed that his hips picked up the pace, his rhythm faltering slightly. He didn't say anything as well, just breathing Into your neck. You weren't sure if your skin was damp from your sweat, his hot breath or if he was crying.

With one last sloppy thrust Sam buried himself to the hilt, a choked up whine leaving the back of his throat. Your walls clamped down, feeling every twitch of his cock. With a moan of your own you arched your back, your orgasm crashing you like a train, spilling your cum between your bodies.

Both of your were left panting and if you listened close enough you could hear Sam whispering prayers against your neck.

[trickgenderr]

thinks and thoughts

sam edition because i love him

what about sam and angels 🥹

was planned to be a dumb and turned kinda into a drabble

sam winchester x angel!reader (gn!reader)

cw: a little angst, guilt, religious guilt, angels being assholes idk

sam was never really scared to vulnerable, not like dean. so he also wasn't really insecure or scared to be vulnerable and soft around 'his' angel. similar as dean might has a close connection to castiel (if we talk about canon), sam has a close connection to you.

maybe angel!reader is similar to castiel. just a total asshole as you meet sam. stern, stoic, mean and just generally how most angels are. not much feelings or empathy for anything.

but sam just felt curious about you. because even if angel!reader is kinda an asshole and doesn't care much because you are just there for a job. you are an angel, creature from heaven, pure and holy. so of course you wouldn't go that low and be soft for a human.

you did go soft. atleast at some point when sam and angel!reader were starting to research together. when you started yapping about all the things you knew about things that are hundreds and thousands years old. things that sam just reads in history books. but now it was all so different, because you were telling him about all that stuff.

that's when sam actually started looking at you with those big starry wide eyes. and even dean started noticed how damn soft sam was around you. how close he stood next to you, how often he tried to get his hands on you. mostly just grabbing your arm, tugging on your clothes or grazing your own fingers with his.

but you never returned those gestures. maybe that's what made sam so sad. you kept your distance, reminding yourself to your duties. and when sam stood too close you reminded him of his own "faith".

you know about sam, obviously. that he was often praying as a kid, that maybe was more religious than he ever thought about himself. (atleast that's mentioned once i think. in season 2? 3? i don't know).

so now you'd hit with all those conservative, orthodox Christians things. maybe even throwing into his face that he's a monster. "the boy with the demon blood".

sam was hurt. he didn't expect you to lash out. and maybe you yourself felt guilty about ot to. but as angels are you probably disappear for weeks, a month, maybe two month. even if sam is hurt and sad, he knew how to push through. so of course he continued hunting with dean.

eventually you came around again. not because the winchester brother's needed you. but because you just felt so damn guilty. for no reason. so with a flutter of wings you appeared infront of sam. which he didn't expect.

with sentences that didn't make sense and with half broken apologies you were able to mutter something that sounded like a 'sorry'. maybe because you actually were sorry or maybe just because you wanted to get rid of that horrible, gut wrenching feeling.

but sam was so so soft for you. and then he looked at you with those big, wet eyes again. that puppy dog look. the small smile on his face. the one that made you feel all farm and fuzzy. can angels even feel that? in your million years of existence you never felt that.

but there you were. with sam. looking at him and maybe, just maybe, you were smiling back.

sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes. i dumped all of this down in 10 minutes because this draft had been sitting here for a week now.

[trickgenderr]

,, thinking about his angel ,,

part 2 of this

dean winchester x angel!reader (gn!reader)

cw: nsfw content, masturbation, underwear smelling(??), inappropriate usage of lace panties (lol), voyeurism, just dean being horny for angel!reader

this is bad and idk if I like it :(( but my mind is consumed with dean and his angel s/o... sighhhh.

Dean was never one to feel bored. He always found ways to keep himself occupied, whether it was seeking out another hunt or enjoying a drink at a nearby bar. Sometimes, he would take a drive in his beloved car, Baby.

But now, lying on the bed in a cramped motel room, boredom had settled in. Sam was off who knows where, and Castiel was busy with his own divine duties—after all, he was "an angel of the Lord!"

Yet, Dean didn’t really miss them. What he truly missed was you. His angel, the one with the radiant smile. It wasn’t that you had intentionally distanced yourself; at least, that’s what Dean hoped. He reassured himself that you were just as busy as Castiel.

Still, he felt your absence deeply. Not that he would ever admit it aloud—not to anyone, except perhaps to you.

He longed for your face, or rather, the face of your vessel. To him, it perfectly embodied you. With his eyes closed, he tried to conjure up your image and your voice. A small smile crept onto his lips as he sank into the mattress. He knew he was getting soft, but in that moment, alone in his tiny motel room, he didn’t mind.

Thoughts of you consumed him. He couldn’t shake the memory of how you felt beneath his hands, the soft sounds you made, or the way you looked in that alluring lingerie. Maybe he shouldn’t dwell on it so much, especially since he could feel himself responding, his cock twitching in his jeans.

A groan escaped Dean’s chest as he opened his eyes again. Of course, he had to get turned on. He felt a mix of embarrassment and shame. It was clear he didn’t view you as just an object, but he couldn’t help the way his mind wandered.

He might want to address the situation in his jeans and not think too much. With plenty of time on his hands and Sam not returning anytime soon, he decided to do something about his boredom.

Gazing up at the ceiling, one of his hands slipped into his jeans, wrapping around his semi-erect dick. A soft sigh escaped Dean's lips as he closed his eyes, envisioning your hands on him instead.

He imagined how your hands would feel around his length, picturing the way your brows would knit together in focus as you moved your hands up and down his hard cock. A muffled groan escaped him at the thought, his grip tightening at the base of his member. Damn it.

His hand continued to glide over his length, his thumb teasingly circling the tip. Opening his eyes, he turned his head to the side, scanning the room until his gaze landed on his duffle bag tucked in the corner.

After your last intimate encounter, which you referred to as an "accident," Dean had vowed to dispose of the soiled lace. Yet, he found himself unable to part with it, keeping the lingerie hidden in his duffle bag. It might not have been the wisest choice for concealment, as Sam could easily discover it, but so far, he hadn’t.

Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, Dean shifted and reached for his bag, pulling out the white lace panties that were already stiff and crusted from the remnants he hadn’t cleaned off.

He felt like a total creep, honestly. His thumb glided over the delicate fabric before he brought it closer to his face. He couldn't quite tell if it still carried your scent or if it was mostly a mix of sex and sweat. Yet, he imagined the fabric was still warm, as if you had just worn it moments ago.

Dean's other hand gripped his cock once more, a deep groan escaping his chest. He must be losing it, getting aroused by a piece of underwear that belonged to some angel. But you weren’t just any angel; you were his angel, his to touch and his to have. Perhaps even his to love. Though he wasn’t emotionally prepared to confront that truth just yet.

“Fuck…” he exhaled, his breath quickening as he resumed stroking himself, collecting the pre-cum that had already formed at the tip. Dean took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of the lace panties in his grasp.

It was embarrassing how close he already already was, panting your name like a prayer as he pleasured himself like a lovesick teenager, thoughts fixated solely on you. His thoughts were entirely consumed by you. Everything revolved around you, his angel, and it was bound to drive him mad eventually.

Dean shifted the lace underwear from his face to his cock, pulling down his jeans and underwear until he could free his throbbing length. A low moan escaped his lips as he wrapped the soft fabric around his heated skin, squeezing his eyes shut as pleasure coursed through his body.

The small motel room echoed with his heavy breaths and the occasional groan or moan as he stroked himself with your lingerie.

It didn't take long for him to feel that familiar warmth in his core, a deep moan escaping his lips as a mix of incoherent sounds and your name tumbled out during his climax. His release soaked into the soft fabric wrapped around his cock, making it even more of a mess. He really ought to toss these aside and get you something fresh.

He felt as if he were floating, gasping for breath, his body sinking into the firm mattress of the motel bed. Sweat coated his skin, and a tingling sensation lingered as the delicate panties clung to his softening member.

After a moment, he finally opened his eyes and sat up, instantly regretting it. His heart raced and his body jolted at the sight of a figure standing at the foot of the bed. It was you, gazing down at him, your cheeks adorably flushed.

"Oh— fuck! Son of a— bitch..." Dean exclaimed, instinctively closing his legs to shield himself as he met your gaze. "What— why? How...?" He stammered, his face burning with embarrassment. How long had you been standing there?

"Seriously! Ever heard of privacy?" he snapped after a brief pause, trying to conceal the white lace he had just used for his own pleasure. He knew he shouldn't be so harsh with you, but he couldn't believe you had the nerve to show up now. Why now?

"You... called," the angel replied softly, averting your eyes from the hunter still sprawled on the bed.

Oh. Oh...

The sounds of his moans and the way he breathed your name must have sounded like a pray, well it somehow was. You heard him and came. That realization only deepened his embarrassment.

With a grunt, Dean hurriedly pulled on his underwear and jeans, attempting to appear nonchalant. But his legs trembled as he stood up from the bed, his face remained flushed, and his eyes looked a bit dazed.

"I thought you were going to throw those away?" you asked again, pointing at the white fabric in his hands, your brow furrowing in confusion. Great, how was Dean going to explain this to you?

,,,

[trickgenderr]

patrick / trick — ,, he / they ,,

— queer 'n trans !! ,, — adult

✧.* ,, i'll maily write about jackles characters because i am obsessed 🥹

✧.* ,, lot's of things will be sensitive topics / dead dove topics, it's okay if u are not comfortable with those themes and u are free to block me :3

✧.* this is a blog for queer people, cishets pls don't interact!!

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you can find me with the same username everywhere 🥹

— my interests ;

supernatural , star trek , dead poets society , the boys , any jackles character , hannibal , rdr2 , fight club , fall out boy , xmen

very big cowboy fan 🥹

— fav characters ;

dean winchester , sam winchester , soldier boy , billy butcher , russell shaw , beau arlen , hannibal lecter , lucas (from the hunt) , arthur morgan , hosea matthews + alot more !

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english is not my first language, so expect some grammar mistakes or just generally spelling mistakes !

pls be aware that i am not mentally stable. if you ever interact with me, tell me when u aren't comfortable 🙏 i'll never take it the wrong way.

[trickgenderr]

thinks and thoughts (where i just dump all of my thoughts)

i have more to say about angels and dean ☝️

you can see it as a part 2 of angel!reader x dean idk

this is all inspired by this post

cw: fluff , very bad writing , angel!reader is acting like a bird

so, like, my friend and i talked about how angels court like birds. like described in those other posts.

and i think this is silly, but I think after Dean and the angel get more comfortable with each other, Dean also tries to be a bit more silly. but they don't understand Dean because they still don't know shit about humans. (and they don't really understand jokes and wits that much.)

so one day, Dean tries to get them to dance, either when they are like in the bunker or a motel room or in a bar or something (depends on what season, i guess). and since angels court like birds, angel!reader think Dean tries to impress them and gets all flustered or overwhelmed.

obviously, Dean really doesn't understand why they get so flustered and awkward all of a sudden. probably thinks that his dancing skills are that bad.

but angel!reader just never been courted before, definitely never by a human nor another angel. so they don't know how to react since they think that Dean tries to impress them and stuff.

but in the case, if angel!reader and Dean already had been intimate with each other, they probably think that they are Dean's mate now anyway. and they start nesting in Dean's bed because it's what smells of the hunter the most.

and after Dean and Sam get back from a hunt, either go back to their motel or something, Dean finds a whole nest of pillows and blankets— probably some clothes of his in there too. and it's all on his bed, and he really doesn't understand why. because how should the poor guy know that angels court/mate like that.

but it's their first time building a nest, too, so it's a big ass mess. and then angel!reader turn to look at Dean and ask what he thinks.

"it's okay, I guess." and that just ruins everything. because, what do you mean Dean doesn't like their nest. He doesn't approve, so they have to start all over again, throwing everything off Dean's bed. Both Dean and Sam are just flabbergasted and totally confused. Castiel never acted like this?

but they let the angel work because it seemed like they would panic and fuss even more if the brothers disturbed them.

so when Castiel comes back, just randomly appears, probably also looking for the other angel, Dean and Sam show him the fussing angel in their room. Obviously, Castiel knows what is going on, but he really doesn't understand why they are doing all that for Dean. (only Dean knows, he definitely hasn't told Sam or Cas that he was in a relationship with the angel.)

now Dean, Sam, and Cas have to deal with a fussing angel because they think they are getting courted. Meanwhile, Dean definitely tries his best to hide the lingerie he bought for his angel partner. he really cannot let anybody know he accidentally corrupted that poor angel, can he?

sighhhhh angel and dean are making me wanna combust and explode.

thats it, end of my ramble.

[trickgenderr]

i have alot of thoughts about beau arlen. like. alot. and i have discussed this with my .. friend. and i feel like i wanna share this with a few people because,, more people should know

(this is mostly for my queer people.. im sorry ladies, i love you 🥹 but i need more beau with men)

cw: nsfw/mature content, a bit of size kink and age gap, generally just me being a bit of a homo :'), english is bad because it's not my first language 🤓

i feel like beau would be super sweet. in general. he would be a big cuddler and probably also likes his partner to be a bit chubby. he likes something to hold on to (does that make sense?) or just something to coddle and nuzzle. chubby or big belly? hell yeah. big thighs? he could drown in those.

he would love hips. just hold you by your hips. in any situation. just wrapping his arm around you and resting one hand on his partners hip, or when he moves past you, he'll just,, let his hands linger there as he brushes by. (and obviously also during sex. he just likes his hands around your waist and hips.)

beau would also like someone a bit smaller, just leaning a bit down to press a kiss to his partners forehead. or someone who just looks so small beneath him, when he's slowly thrusting into you, watching his cock disappear in your hole before seeing the bulge in your lower tummy. (and obviously he had his hands around your waist and hips).

but i think he would also love someone muscular. a big, strong man, maybe, like someone a bit older and bigger than him. he would definitely be charming and teasing with his partner in public, but at home, he knows he'll get demolished and begs so prettily like the needy, pathetic man he actually is. (sub!beau.. anyone?)

so, beau would be open for anything. big, small, tall, or petite. he takes it all. but he definitely prefers someone with a bit more fat on their bones. (coming from someone who is chubby.)

also, he would be very open to dating someone trans,, or maybe that's just my wish 🥹

i wrote this in the middle of the might because i have to let someone else know about this. i cannot live with beau just being straight. what if beau had a boy lover,,, I needed that to get off my chest so i can sleep happily! (just realized that those weren't even that many thoughts)

[trickgenderr]

,, wrapped so prettily in lace ''

so,, this is my first time writing on here, i don't know how this app works so. i hope this is readable :3

dean x angel!reader (gn!reader)

cw: corruption (but in a gentle way), light nsfw, dry humping, lingerie, clothed sex, innocent user, no pronouns used, no use of y/n,

this was originally a bot i wrote so, i simply overworked this and added some stuff. i hope this is readable 🥹 english is not my first language so.

Angels were never something Dean believed in. Demons? Absolutely. Vampires, werewolves, and ghosts? Without a doubt. He had encountered them all. But angels? That was a different story; they simply couldn't exist in his reality. His life had been so chaotic that the very idea of angels felt impossible.

Then Castiel arrived, and soon after, you entered the scene. But you were nothing like Castiel. You shared a similar innocence, yet it was refreshing rather than irritating.

Your bright eyes and warm smile radiated friendliness, making you open to everything around you. While Dean appreciated Castiel, you brought a different energy. Each time he playfully flirted, your cheeks would flush beautifully, and you would shyly look away.

Naturally, Dean was eager to share the intricacies of humanity with you. How could he resist? Every time you asked with that sweet, timid voice, he found it impossible to say no.

Dean often found himself missing you. You weren't around as frequently as Castiel, but whenever you showed up, it brought him unparalleled joy.

He reminded himself repeatedly that he shouldn't let his guard down; he was softening for an angel. As a hunter, he had spent years building up his defenses. Yet, every time he gazed at you, those thoughts faded away. There was nothing dark about you. You were pure, far too good for someone as damaged as him.

It seemed that you were also growing closer to Dean. You lingered a bit longer, spending more time together in solitude.

You felt a pang of guilt. Angels weren't supposed to experience such emotions, especially not for a human. Not for Dean. Not for anyone at all. Yet, you found it impossible to resist. There was something captivating in the hunter's gaze that drew you in. Soft whispers passed between you, and his green eyes lingered on yours, eventually leading to your first kiss.

Whatever connection you shared, Dean embraced it wholeheartedly. He enjoyed having you close, relishing the moments of touch, the warmth of hugs, and the intimacy of holding you tight. To him, you were a cherished treasure, like a delicate porcelain doll he wished to protect.

But your curiosity only grew. You adapted quickly to Dean, and soon enough, you found yourself initiating kisses and intertwining your fingers with his. The hunter recognized your burgeoning curiosity, and at one point, you timidly broached the subject of sex.

You mentioned that you had spoken to Sam about it, which momentarily filled Dean with dread. He didn't want his brother to know about his bond with an angel. However, as you shyly began to undress, all thoughts of Sam vanished.

There you stood, a pure angel adorned in beautiful white lace that hugged your form. Dean could only watch in awe, blinking in disbelief. You looked stunningly innocent, even in your satin panties and lovely lace stockings.

"Where did you find that?" he whispered, frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights. Yet, he didn’t wait for a reply. His eagerness to guide you through this new experience was palpable, as he wanted to explore every detail with you, step by step.

That’s how you both found yourselves on the bed, with you lying beneath Dean. The hunter tenderly kissed and caressed, savoring every inch of your angelic skin. He could sense you beginning to squirm, the soft mewls and gentle pants escaping your lips. Everything felt so fresh and exhilarating for you, but he could tell you were enjoying it just as much.

Slowly, his hips began to move against yours. Dean was already hard and throbbing in his jeans, but he was determined to take his time, not wanting to overwhelm you. He wanted to keep that beautiful lingerie on you, reluctant to remove it just yet. With a gentle rhythm, he moved against you, feeling you respond to his every motion.

You were simply perfect. In every way. The expression on your face, the sounds you made, and how your body reacted to his touch captivated him. He was falling in love—deeply enamored with something so pure and innocent, taking his time to corrupt you gently and lovingly.

Dean carefully lifted himself onto his elbows, gazing down at your face. Your eyes were shut, completely immersed in the ecstasy of the moment. A wave of affection washed over him as he felt your hips move perfectly against his.

"You're absolutely perfect," he grunted, tenderly cradling your face in his large hands. "My angel."

His words sent a delightful shiver through you, a soft moan escaping your lips. You quietly complained about the possibility of ruining your lingerie, but Dean silenced you with a gentle kiss, a grin spreading across his face.

"Shhh, your pretty white panties will stay clean," he murmured against your skin, his hand sliding down between your bodies. He intended to take his time, not wanting to rush, yet the overwhelming need for more friction was driving him wild.

With a grunt, he fumbled with the zipper and button of his jeans, finally releasing his throbbing length. You were too caught up in the moment to notice, squirming and arching your hips as Dean paused his movements. He silenced you with another kiss, rubbing his hard cock against your clothed sex.

"Damn... just look at you," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. The tantalizing friction of his exposed length against the damp fabric of your cotton panties was intoxicating, prompting him to quicken his pace, eliciting sweet squeals and mewls from the angel beneath him.

It didn't take long for you to lose control, especially with Dean rutting against you so fervently. The intensity of the sensation was almost too much, causing you to gasp and tremble as waves of pleasure washed over you. Dean obviously noticed your reaction.

He eased his thrusts, observing your exquisite expression until you began to whimper from the overstimulation. Leaning down, he murmured sweet nothings and praises against your skin, his hand wrapped around himself, jerking and stroking himself to chase his own relief.

It wasn't long before Dean reached his peak as well—given the way you were moaning and softly calling his name, it was hardly surprising. He released himself onto your panties and stomach, creating a delightful mess on the delicate fabric.

"Sorry, I'll get you a new pair, sweetheart," the hunter breathed, planting a gentle kiss on your lips and holding you close as you both gradually came down from the exhilarating moment.