the the thing about butcher is he’s gonna fuck hughie within an inch of his life, one hand wrapped around his pretty little throat -

- but as hughie starts to come, he’s gonna pull him closer and stroke him through it, making sure he feels butcher’s body enveloping him

hughie feels his stomach swoop when butcher leans down and kisses the scar on his abdomen, holding his hips still -

Sam could come from being kissed.

;)

There’s just something very *chef’s kiss* about season 2 Sam gettin’ railed, yeah?

Sam’s back arches when Dean’s mouth touches his hole; when he whispers about how he’s gonna fill him when he’s ready.

Dean did not expect to walk in on Jack getting his cherry popped. 😏

“You need to show me a little respect, Sam,” Benny drawls, nipping at Sam’s bare thighs, pushing his legs further apart. “You’re a lippy little thing, ain’t you?”

Sam groans, fingers gripping Benny’s hair. “Shut up - God, just shut up.”

Benny smirks, humming along his heated skin, drinking in the sight of Sam’s hole. “What you need, sweetheart, is a cock splittin’ you open. "Fillin’ up your pink with come.” He slides his middle finger down and slips it into Sam’s hole to the first knuckle.

Sam gasps, face flushing hot. “You -”

“Nice an’ wet, aren’t you? Like you knew I was coming.” He starts fingering him, cock twitching at the squelch of Sam’s ass.

Sam gasps, gripping the sheets, cock drooling over his belly. He’s biting his lip, trying so hard to keep quiet.

Benny pulls his finger free, replacing it with the head of his cock. He teases him, lets precome dribble over Sam’s entrance before pushing in.

Sam arches, clenching around Benny’s dick, mouth slack.

“What would Dean say?” Benny whispers, filling him with each thrust in. “If he saw you like this? All nice an’ tight an’ wet around my dick?”

A whimper escapes his mouth, cock jerking as Benny fucks into him.

“Shoulda just asked for a good dicking, Sam, instead of trying to kill me. Could have bent you over and solved this right then and there.” He grazes his fangs over Sam’s neck.

Sam comes - shoots off unexpectedly, clamping around Benny’s cock like a vise, stomach contracting as he makes a mess all over himself. His mouth’s hanging open as he gasps for breath, Benny fucking him through the aftershocks.

“Oh,” Benny groans. “Felt that. Felt your little pussy go off, sweetheart.” He reaches for Sam’s dick, and starts jerking him - knowing damn well he just came and is sensitive.

Sam cries out, clamping down again - a second, drier orgasm wringing from his body.

Benny groans, shooting off inside Sam, filling him up. “Fuck! Oh, fuck, Sam. Fillin’ up your pretty little cunt. Feels so good.”

Sam should be embarrassed, humiliated - but the dirty talk just turns him on even more. He can feel Benny’s load inside him, leaking out slowly.

Benny pulls out, smirking. “Oh - oh, shit. Look at that.” He touches Sam’s hole where he’s dripping. “Looks gorgeous, sweetheart. Should I eat you? Clean you up? Or maybe we just put your underwear back on, give your ass a pat, and send you back to Dean.”

Sam whimpers, moving his fingers down to feel the wetness there. He presses two inside himself, rocking slowly.

“Oh,” Benny groans. “I see how it is. Let me watch you for a bit, cher. Wanna see you come on your fingers.”

Benny’s gonna eat Sam out until he comes all over himself, and that’s that.

Sam isn’t loud in bed - lots of quiet gasps and moans, and Dean’s gotta coax him to be more vocal about what he wants. 😌

Anonymous asked:

Hi idk if Tumblr ate my prompt but maybe some wincest moc!Dean with Sam getting turned into a teenager instead of Dean.

Oh, I didn’t get this one - but this isn’t my kind of thing.

I’m sorry! <3

Anonymous asked:

So glad you’re taking prompts again, I missed you! Can I just get some sweet, fluffy, later seasons Wincest cuddles? ❤️

“You sure you’re okay?” Dean murmurs, running his fingers up and down Sam’s bare back, mindful of where he’s still bandaged from his gunshot wound.

“I’m fine,” Sam sighs out, sleepy as he curls towards Dean. “Just a little sore.” He closes his eyes, bone-deep exhausted.

“Sammy?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“I just - it’s barely been a week since - y'know. You were shot. I just need you to take it easy out there.” He moves his fingers from Sam’s back, grazing them over Sam’s belly - over the wound there.

Sam opens his eyes, tilting his chin up to look at Dean. “The pain’s manageable, Dean. And I’m - I’m okay. Really. I survived. That’s all that matters.”

Dean pulls him closer, grip tightening. “Just checking. ‘Cause if you need to talk to me about it…well, y'know. I’m here.”

“I’m fine,” Sam says again, “I swear.” He goes quiet for a second. “That’s nice. What you’re doing on my skin.”

Dean smiles. “Yeah?” He applies a little more pressure, letting his fingernails graze Sam’s back and chest. He traces his name with his finger.

Sam grins. “What - you branding me, or something?”

There’s a light snort. “You wish, sweetheart. 'Sides, I’ve already branded you six ways from Sunday.” He gives Sam a little smirk.

“Perv.”

“You love it.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and then Sam asks, “Dean - back there. Did something else happen?”

“No. No, Sam. Everything’s fine.”

They both know Dean’s lying, but maybe that’s a conversation for a different night.

Feel free to send me more prompts, if you desire! :)

Jack’s not sure where he is, but he knows that he’s in a world of pain. Every part of him feels tender. When he’s finally able to blink his eyes open, he sees nothing back dark sky and stars.

He moves - hears the crunch of gravel and suddenly feels it underneath his back. He’s laying in the middle of a road, then.

He doesn’t remember much - just running away from the bunker - and then…someone grabbed him. He shouldn’t have run away - especially not when his powers keep coming and going. Not when he’s so vulnerable.

It’s just that - Dean doesn’t want him there. That much was obvious. 

He grunts, trying to sit up. When he looks down, he lets out a sharp gasp - his jeans are torn - and covered in blood. His skin is bloodied, too, everywhere. Arms, legs - he can feel the pain now.

It’s almost like he’d been dragged on the road - - and he’s not healing, either. Clearly.

He looks down, and sees bruises on his arms. Did something else happen?

He’s trying to figure out how to stand when he hears a sharp voice.

“Jack!” 

It’s Dean - fear curls through him. He’s going to be absolutely furious.

Dean drops to his knees in front of him, and grabs his face. “Hey! Hey, look at me.”

Jack looks at him, swallowing thickly. 

“What the hell happened?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Dean looks down, clearly surveying Jack’s state. “Why’d you run away? Huh?”

Jack looks down.

“There are people out here who wanna hurt you! Which is why you weren’t supposed to leave!” 

“I…” Jack finally meets his hard gaze. “I’m sick of being - you don’t…you don’t even like me, Dean. Why would I stay?”

“So this kind of shit doesn’t happen to you!” Dean seems furious - but worried, too. Almost.

“I don’t know what happened.”

“Someone tore you to pieces, is what happened. Can you stand?”

“I don’t know. I’m in a lot of pain.” 

“Just…God, there’s so much blood. Fuck.” Dean takes off his plaid, and wraps it around Jack’s shoulders. “Gonna pull you up by your elbows.” He grabs him there, and hoists.

Jack moans, feet slipping on the gravel. “Ow - ow.”

“Shit. Okay - just. I’m gonna carry you. Alright?” Dean gets his arms under him, and picks him up. “Okay?”

Jack rests his head on Dean’s chest, too exhausted to argue. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

“You and I are gonna be having a talk once I pick all the dirt out of your skin, kid.”

azrielrose asked:

Sam fans are blessed when you show up 😘 if you're still taking prompts, how about Demon Dean keeping Sam naked and chained, slowly addicting him to his body and blood so Sam will learn that the only thing he really needs is Dean, the only place for him is by Dean's side. By the time Sam's had enough blood that he could use his powers to free himself, it would never occur to him to want to be free, if Dean does his job right. ❤️

Sam orgasms when Dean’s blood touches his mouth - that’s how potent it is, and how worked up he already was. His thighs clench around Dean’s waist, cock jerking between them. And - of course -he’s absolutely awash with guilt.

“Sammy, Sammy,” Dean coos, smirking down at him. “It’s okay - you’re allowed to enjoy it.”

“Why - Dean. God - you know I could get sick if I drink that shit. Why did you make me -”

“Ah, ah. You’re the one who licked me, Sam. Don’t go blaming me for that. Just ‘cause you couldn’t control yourself around my open wound, huh?” Dean strokes his hair - trails his finger down to touch the cooling come on Sam’s belly. “God, I did miss that look on your face, though.”

Sam groans, his cheeks flushing pink. “Shut - shut up. Just…”

Dean presses his thighs open, humming softly. “Can I?” he whispers, fingers trailing over Sam’s hole. “Can I fuck you, sweetheart?”

“I…” God, he wants it. But Dean’s - Dean’s a fucking demon, and now? Now he’s tasted his blood. Everything’s so fucked up, and yet…

“I don’t know,” Sam finally admits, swallowing thickly. “Look, Dean. It’s been a long time, and I don’t know if I trust you.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Dude,” he says, and for a minute, he almost sounds like his old self. “I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to. Not when it comes to this kinda thing, anyway. Just ask anyone else I’ve been with.”

Sam leans up, shivering. He puts his mouth on Dean’s neck - where the cut is - and seals his lips over it. He just needs another little taste before he decides.

Dean groans, threading his fingers in the back of Sam’s hair. “Dammit, Sam -”

“You started this,” Sam replies, grunting softly. And I’m going to end it.

Anonymous asked:

Uhhhh if you're still taking prompts. Sabriel?

Gabriel grabs Sam by the hair, yanking him up, shoving him against the tree. They’re still in the apocalypse world - decided to take their heated conversation to the forest. “Stop interfering, Sam. He’s my brother, and I’ll deal with him.”

“I want him out!” Sam hisses. “I want him dead.” He tries to escape Gabriel’s grasp, squirming against his body. Gabriel might be shorter, but as an archangel, he still holds an incredible amount of power.

“You think I don’t want that, too?” Gabriel grabs Sam’s chin. “I know he’s an evil son-of-a-bitch, Sam, and I know what he did to you.” He swallows thickly, holding Sam’s gaze. “But we can’t rush it.”

Sam stops struggling, his breath caught in his throat. He never expected Gabriel to acknowledge Lucifer’s wrong-doings. “I just…”

“You want closure. I know. But we can’t just rush into it.” He draws his thumb across Sam’s lip, taken for a moment. “It’s okay, Sam. Just - please. Trust me.”

“How the hell am I supposed to trust you, huh?”

“You just have to.” He drops his hand down to Sam’s waist, hand on his hip. “Do you need anything?”

Sam’s body makes a decision before his brain does, and he leans forward and kisses him, his own hand grasping Gabriel’s shirt.

Gabriel raises his eyebrows - surprised - but he kisses Sam back, dropping his hand lower, between Sam’s legs. “Are you sure?” he murmurs. “Want me to get you off?”

Sam’s face is hot - but fuck. He hasn’t been touched in so long. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Y-Yeah. Get me off.”

Gabriel leans again, kissing him more fully, sliding his tongue between Sam’s lips. He keeps rubbing his cock through his jeans, squeezing when he needs to, using the fabric as friction. “That good?”

Sam gasps, head hitting the tree. He can feel how wet he is, pre-come clinging to the fabric of his underwear. “Uh -”

Gabriel kisses his ear, his neck. “Don’t worry. No one can hear us. It’s okay. God, you’re - you’re wet, Sam. Can feel you through your jeans. Wanna come like this?”

Sam’s toes curl in his boots. Fuck, it’s gonna be over quick. “Yeah,” he groans, thrashing against the tree. “Yeah, wanna come.”

Gabriel lifts his shirt up, crouches down to mouth at Sam’s belly button, feeling his stomach tense and contract.

That does it for Sam - he comes with a gasp, legs shaking, as he creams his jeans like a fucking teenager. Being trapped in the wet fabric makes him even more sensitive, and he shudders through the aftershocks before going limp.

Gabriel rises up, kissing Sam’s slack mouth, fingers at the fly of his jeans. “Can I fuck you?”

Sam nods, body twitching. “Please.”

“Gonna feel good, Sam. Promise.”