Crowley can appreciate the size thing, because that’s what he sold his soul for after all; and maybe this is some twisted form of narcissism, but that wouldn’t shock either one of them; and, well, she’s not telling him no anymore. For a minute Crowley just stands back and watches her; she’s kneeling at the end of the bed, legs spread comfortably, but trembling as the thick pink toy vibrates inside of her; her back is arched over the foot of the bed, head resting on the mattress, eyes watching him deviously as her hands heft and smooth oil over those big, beautiful breasts. She toys with her nipples for a moment, moaning and rocking her hips a bit; and, okay, so Crowley can’t help himself, and he bends over to lick at them, to nip her flesh until it’s hard and red beneath his attention. The weight of his cock swings between them, even as hard as he is, and Sam sneaks her hand between them to stroke it and draw him closer, as ready for this as Crowley is. As Crowley lines himself up, Sam presses her tits together; it’s the first time Crowley’s ever been able to lose his cock between anyone’s tits, and damn it feels good.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural, fem!Sam, masturbating using the showerhead, thinking about Gabriel who’s been gone for a few days
It’s a precarious position, but that makes it all the more familiar for Sam, because every moment she’s with Gabriel is a precarious position; with one leg propped up on the soap ledge and her free hand clinging to the towel bar, Sam can imagine it’s one of the millions of situations Gabriel has put her in to bring her off. Her thighs tremble, both from the strain of her position and the pleasure throbbing through her body as the pulse of the shower head beats against her swollen clit. Dark hair clings to her face and shoulders as her hips arch and fall, the steady lick of the water against her cunt as overwhelming and teasing as Gabriel’s mouth. Sam knocks the dial up to the highest setting and cries out as if she’s surprised when the pressure increases, pounding against her, making her ache for the fullness of his cock. There’s a cracking of the towel bar as she comes, a sudden rush of pleasure and then the exciting terror of falling; but she lands, both surprisingly and not surprisingly, in the soft security of her feathered lover.
Anonymous asked: SPN, Dean/girl!Sam, Dean/girl!Cas- He wants them both on their knees for him, wants to fuck them both at the same time, and hey, that’s why god gave him two hands, right?- fingering, dirtytalk, oral
Their mouths are touching around his dick, and when Dean looks from side to side he can see their knees shaking from the force of their arousal. Lying on the bed, one of his beautiful girls on each side, he encourages them with rhythmic shoves of his fingers into their cunts and endlessly flowing words. “Fuck, Sammy, I know you love kissing Cas over my cock…” and she moans in agreement— “you like my fingers inside you like that, Cas?” a spasm of her muscles and a soft cry in response. His orgasm is building fast, the sight and the feel and the thought of them surrounding him, and he lets them lick wet tongues over him and each other, pumping his hands inside them and curling his fingers up until they’re both vibrating with pleasure. Cas screams first, and comes, juices pouring down over his palm and wrist, and Dean throws his head back, arching up on the bed and shouting “Yeah, that’s right, Cas, fucking come for me, so fucking close, suck my dick nice and hard you two, unh!” And that’s all he can stand, as Sam wraps her mouth over the crown of his cock and sucks him down, her body shaking furiously as he works ever harder into her, his pretty sister with the mouth and the pussy he can’t ever get enough of, even when their beautiful angel is there to help.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural, fembecauseit’sfun!Sam/Gabe, Gabe always makes sure Sam has a nice hairless pussy for him when they play this way
The sandpaper scrape of stubble on her silky smooth pussy is enough to make Sam arch her hips up and moan, and Gabriel laughs because he’s hardly done a damn thing yet and already Sam is enjoying this being a girl thing far more than he expected. So he keeps teasing, nuzzling slowly between Sam’s legs, letting his five o’clock shadow brush soft flesh but not diving between her lips yet. Even Gabriel’s hands stay above the waist, hefting her breasts in his palms, twisting her nipples between thumb and forefinger, hard and rough as he pinches her to directly contrast the gentle way his face rubs against her cunt. She trembles beneath him, whimpering and begging softly, fingers tangled in Gabriel’s hair as she tries to force him to lick and taste her, but Gabriel’s not going to yet, not until she’s so wet she’s dripping, smearing his face with her juices when he nuzzles her slit. It doesn’t take long, just a few more minutes, and then Gabriel draws her legs open more, parts her lips with thumb and forefinger and - after a few soft breaths that make her gasp and practically choke, because he has to tease, he wouldn’t be Gabriel if he didn’t - the angel finally gives Sam the first long and deep lick against her perfectly hairless little cunt.
Anonymous asked: SPN Castiel/alwaysagirl!Sam. If Deanna can’t appreciate him, she will. Castiel won’t die a virgin.
He’s nervous, but he’s not saying no and Sam can only take that as a good sign - well, that and the fact that she can feel the press of his cock through his pants as she straddles his lap. He tastes like autumn, crisp and breezy, and when Castiel finally wraps his arms around her waist (albeit tentatively, and more than a little nervous) Samantha moans into the kiss. Her fingers slide between them, popping the button on his pants and when she draws him out, it’s the first time she’s heard him make a sound since she pushed him into bed; that gasp tingles hot and wet down to her thighs and now they’re both trembling with anticipation. There isn’t really time for foreplay, but the feel of his cock full and heavy in her palm makes her wish there was, makes her wish she could slide off the bed onto her knees on the floor and lick along that thick shaft until that little gasp became moans and grunts of pleasure; or swing around and straddle his face, teach him to eat her out based solely on the way she writhes and moans on top of him. But they don’t have the time, so instead, Sam shifts her hips forward, rubs herself against his cock just enough to get him used to the idea, and then slides down around him with a groan, dropping her hips until he’s buried completely inside her and they’ve taken this thing to the point of no return.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural, girlbecausethey’rekinky!Sam/Gabriel, roleplay - Sam as a maid who’s done something wrong and Gabriel as an angry homeowner who wants to fuck the insubordination out of her
Sam’s a good actor, when the situation calls for it, and this situation calls for a hell of a lot of acting. So Sam, in her girl’s body and her maid’s outfit, acts her little heart out, eyes welling up with tears as Gabriel drags out the paddle and bends her over the bed. “No, por favor,” Sam whines, her voice high, and lets loose a series of squeaks as Gabriel paddles her ass, then reaches between her legs and humphs disapprovingly at the wetness he finds there. A minute later she’s got Gabriel fucking into her nice and rough, his hand clutched around a fistful of her hair, and she’s shrieking because that’s the role she’s playing, even if Sam as a guy would never make such noises. That and because the fucking Gabriel’s giving her, the redness of her ass and the agonizing pull of her hair, is so damn good it’s worth shrieking for.
Anonymous asked: Gabriel solo, girl!Sam solo. Each getting off to the sound of the other getting off. neither one knows the other’s awake.
Gabriel’s moan probably isn’t sexual – if anything, he’s probably downing a chocolate orgasm – but on the other side of the thin wall Sam’s instantly wet, stifling a small moan in her pillow as she reaches between her legs to stroke gently.
His ears perk up at the sound of her – is she really doing that, doesn’t she know he can hear? – and he drops the brownie to pick up something much more exciting – or excited – and his head tips back on the couch.
Maybe he’s not having a chocolate orgasm, maybe it’s a real one, and he’s got to be having a wet dream because there’s no way he’d make that sound if he were awake; Sam’s plunging fingers into her pussy now, her other hand at work on her clit, and she isn’t watching the volume of her cries because he’s so deep in that dream that he’ll never hear her.
Shit, she must be having a dream, and Gabriel’s ear is to the wall now, listening to every single unbridled cry of pleasure, his fingers moving fast and impatient over his dick, hoping that as he lets go that his cries might make it into her dream, that he can be a little part of pleasing her, because in his own dreams he is.
Sam seizes up, contracting around her fingers, clit and pussy both spasming, and she gives a shriek that she worries is going to wake Gabriel – until she hears him groaning with what has to be release, and she pants into her pillow, knowing he must just be waking up, wondering if maybe, in his dream, he was making love to her.
He shouldn’t be so excited again so quickly. It’s not human, but then again, Gabriel isn’t human; he’s got stamina beyond that of the average bear, as evidenced by the way he’s smacking his lips and cautioning Sam not to move. Sam’s shoulders and breasts are pressed down into the pillow, her rump in midair over bended knees, and Gabriel’s instructions are rather hard on her thighs and arched back. But he’s licking up her thigh, and even with her back turned she can feel the gleam in his eyes as he looks at her, enjoying the white trickle of come sliding down the inside of her leg, sliding up to kneel over her again. When she feels his cock twitch just above her knee, Sam knows, tonight’s going to be a test of her own stamina more than anything.
There’s a point where wearing a vibrator ceases to feel good and just turns into a bunch of buzzing, painful against the skin at worst, annoying at best, and there’s a point where a girl can just tune it out. Unless, of course, you’ve got an archangel pulling the strings, in which case you can pretty much kiss your day goodbye. Sam stopped trying a few orgasms ago; she’d told the woman she’d been trying to interview about a vengeful spirit that it was just a bad set of menstrual cramps, and she doubled over and went pale and came, hiding the ecstasy in her face and voice with a loud, pained-sounding groan. Then, without the sensitivity, without the relaxation that usually comes afterward, it started building again, and that was more or less when she knew to give up any semblance of a normal day. Dripping wet, convulsing in pleasure, she made her way back to the motel room and waited, her hips canting up tirelessly into the air, for the man to come who can finally give her a lasting release.
Anonymous asked fivesentencesmut: girl!Sam/Gabriel He fucks her on the hood of a car while people walk past
Hot day, too hot, and nobody’s bothering to move if they dont have to. Including police who would be arresting them; including innocent bystanders who would be gasping; including Gabriel himself, who’s not thrusting so much as gently rocking, Sam’s legs wrapped around his waist as she arches her long body up off the sweltering chrome. Her bikini top’s still on, and you’d have to look hard to see that the bottom’s untied, that it’s hanging loosely from one thigh. Their moans are soft, swallowed, and maybe to the average observer they just like a slightly mismatched couple, making out. But the eyelet of his shorts is open and he’s through and in her, the two of them swimming gently toward a flash of fire-bright heat to make the sun-bleached day seem cool in comparison.