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Ghost - (part two) (simon riley who can't sleep without you)

Dean Winchester - (pervert dean) - ( you wake up -part two) (one bed trope)

Castiel - (Castiel learns female anatomy)

Sam Winchester - (affectionate delirious Sam during trials) (riding his abs)

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dni : minors, maga and trump enthusiasts, [wincest] shippers, racists, pedophilia

Guess who just finished watching the Pitt 👀

I loved the series and I'm bummed that it ended. It was such a good watch. I can't wait for season 3. But the womannuh 😩💦💦 Dana and McKay TWO BAD BITCHESS AT THE SAME DAMN TIME !

Ughh these fine ass men, so many new writing opportunities 🔥 i need Abbot biblically. The filth that runs through my mind everytime I see- he needs the glawk glawk 3000. He'd definitely talk you through it.

thank you guys so much for 600 followers !! it really makes me happy to see people enjoying my work <3 <3 love and appreciate each and every single one of you 💕💕

in the meantime, feel free to send in requests!!

i have checked. she does not have a Sam's version but a Dean one. and while i can see what you mean by similarities, that was coincidental. I promise you all work is my own and I have never and will never steal from other writers <3 i really like her texting series tho.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention xx

thinking about riding Sam's abs ・₊✧

thinking about riding Sam's abs. you're desperately humping against him, panties off leaving a slick trail from where your pussy drags again his hard abs.

your clit brushes against his skin, your hips rolling whilst you moan loudly in pleasure chasing after relief. Sam is leaning back against the headboard, heavy lidded eyes filled with lust fixed on you while his hands grip your hips tightly guiding your movements.

the dents between his abs catch your clit in the most delicious way causing you to whine, hole clenching around nothing. Sam leans up and takes your tits in his mouth causing you to arch into him while he sucks on one, nipple growing hard. your lips part in lust, head tipping back at the sensation. He gives the other one attention as well before biting along them, sharp stinging bites that have you grinding harder while dark marks of claim bloom across your tits.

you've already cum two times, with a loud cry of his name tits bouncing in his face. your juices run down his abdomen, pooling onto the bedsheets below.

he takes two fingers and swipes at the wetness gathered on his abs, slick stretching between his fingers in strings before he pops them in his mouth and his eyes flutter with a guttural groan leaving him.

you're just too sweet.

Thinking about affectionate delirious Sam during the trials ・₊✧

thinking about Sam who's delirious during the trials. he's pale, circles underneath his eyes, hair mussed yet staring up at you with a goofy grin. his eyes are filled with adoration as you desperately try to lead him to bed.

"you smell nice" he comments, one hand coming up to absentmindedly play with your hair.

"sammy come on -"

he giggles, burying his face in your hair "i love it when you say my name" he mumbles.

you share a look with Dean who only grin and step back, "your problem now" he says before disappearing to go look for clues about Metatron.

you glare after him, bastard

with a sigh you try to pull back to reason with Sam, "Sam-" you try again, "you're sick. you need sleep" you try to be stern. you really do but the way he's looking down at you melts your heart.

next thing you know, he's wrapping himself around you, clinging as he leads you two down the hall. you're basically carrying him as he leans over you, "only if you come with me" he pulls back and taps your nose, "boop"

you fight a smile, heart clenching at how adorable he's acting, wide brown eyes gazing at you like you're the only place he wants to be. his warm arms wrapped around your waist, holding you.

"sam" you try to sound stern but made no effort in moving out of his hold.

your tone makes him pout and you have to psychically look away, facade already melting. suddenly he starts peppering kisses over your face. forehead, cheek, nose with urgent aggression, "no wait, if i don't do this you'll leave me" he sounded so earnest, your heart broke a little.

he pulls back to look at you again, hands cupping your cheeks and squishing them slightly, "you know you're important to me right"

his eyes are glossy, pupils dilated. you said his name again, muffled as he squeezes your cheeks, "Sam-"

"you're like... really pretty" he tilts your face up towards the light to study you before wrapping his arms around you waist and pulling you into a tight embrace, your face now burying against his chest.

"sam, bed" you say, muffled letting out a giggle.

he hums in agreement yet makes no effort to move. he abruptly looks towards a shelving unit. a moment of silence.

"want to see me climb that?"

"no" shaking your head, you lead this affectionate and sleep deprived man to his hotel room

and when you finally make it to bed, he's quick to pull you down with him. arms around your body, your pulled in warm and snug against him. you let out a surprised laugh as he settles like a cat.

"sam i have to go help Dean-"

he mumbles something incoherently already dozing off. you sigh, defeated. hopeless. and start to stroke your fingers through his hair to which he smiles, content.

Castiel learns female anatomy

Days like this in the bunker never ceased to entertain you. especially when Castiel found Dean's laptop. you were going about your day having chosen to leave the room after Sam rambled on about lore for 30 minutes straight only to walk in on Castiel watching something on Dean's laptop.

it took you a minute to register as the sounds of slapping and moans filled the room. you stood there, blank expression and indescribable dissapointment as Castiel studied it very intently, as though he was attending a philosophical lecture.

Simon Riley who can't sleep without you・₊✧

thinking about Simon Riley who can't sleep without you. he'd wake up breathless from a nightmare, breath uneven. his fists clenched, that familiar military instinct to grab his firearm shooting pure adrenaline through his veins.

his mind is still stuck in that post dream state, mission still fresh in his mind as he scanned around in the darkness, eyes starting around the shadows for any sign of movement.

soft breathing beside him broke through his haze and he squinted, catching sight of your figure sleeping soundly next to him, calm and breathing.

safe he thought, reassuring - forcing himself to take a breath as he tried to calm down, the sound of his heartbeat loud in his ears.

you stirred, feeling the rustling of his unrest.

"si?" you mumbled sleepily, turning towards him. his eyes softened. even half asleep you were still attentive, still worried about him.

he was quick to wrap his arms around you, warm and strong around your body as he pulled you against him. the knot in his chest loosened at the contact of your body against his, the tension in his shoulders fading as he buried his face in your neck - breathing in your scent.

still here he thought, closing his eyes in relief.

"shh lovie, go back to sleep" he replied huskily, settling against you.

you relaxed back into his arms, resting your cheek against his broad chest as sleep took over you again.

other nights when he'd wake up without you, he'd panic. dread settling in as he grasped the sheets next to him, seeking out your presence only to find it empty. he'd sit up wide awake, alert only to exhale when he heard you moving around in the bathroom, light shining beneath the door.

when you'd come out and see his expression, the left over anxiety in his eyes you'd rush over, cupping his face and smiling when he melted in your hold.

"still here" you'd whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

his eyes would close at the contact of your lips, shoulders dropping and he'd wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed. you'd giggle at the abrupt action to which he smiled, the sound erasing whatever post nightmare plagued him and grounding him in the sound.

with you in his embrace, right where you belonged, he'd drift slowly back into slumber. peacefully.