oh sammy—— her care for people but more specifically for this one always gets her in trouble. she likes ava and is trying to protect her. adorable, really. also dangerous if they were going to have the poor girl traveling with them. meg looks at her, smirk still in place. she »
And why would she know any different? She is, after all, completely new to this whole world. Her knowledge is limited and Sam hasn’t been able to fill her in further. Or is choosing not too. Ava swallows as she is released and there’s this feeling of disappointment but she +
« she tsk, “oh baby i’m all for knife play” she pulls back to look at him, eyes turning back to normal. “but i’ll have to draw the line at watersports. it just isn’t up my alley but i don’t kink shame, don’t worry.”
is that what he’s writing it down as ﹖he hasn’t gotten any in a while so he is willing to fuck the first thing with a cunt that walks before him ﹖somehow even meg doesn’t think him that classless. dean was picky with his girls. did he get easily distracted by beautiful »
Perhaps he did. Perhaps he did not. Who knew with Dean Winchester. Weeks without tail often has him tugging at the reins for some action, desperate to find release and soothe his lively libido. He’s thoroughly distracted, his concentration torn between plush, juicy lips and +
« tongue and his taste, his scent . . . lucifer help her, she could suck this man’s soul through his cock with how willingly eager she’d impale her throat upon it. Because he can only taste even better coming from such potent source. »
« jawline. “i can hear those nasty little thoughts you’re having about me, dean” she hums. low and deep, the sound reverberating. her eyes go completely black. “and i like what i hear, little hunter.”
something was definitely happening here and it had meg positively intrigued. she did always have a certain curiosity of what it’d be like to sleep with one of the winchesters. samantha or dean . . . or both. and from what she can see and hear, the eldest winchester wouldn’t »
Soft snort falls forth from his throat, defined visage overshadowed with subtle fascination and lips dare to bloom, curling just enough for a smirk. “Please.” Husked grumble is accompanied by a momentary pause, sip taken of his nearly emptied beverage. But the Winchester’s gaze +
« mind finding out what that would be like either. “oh don’t hurt my feelings like that baby, i like to think i can still catch you by surprise” the demon replies.
meg’s hand grabs his neck gently, pulling him close. “don’t lie, butcher” she hisses softly and licks along his »
unaware, this girl is unaware it what she is. isn’t that just delightful ﹖she can have some fun with that. meg quirks a brow and smirks at the shy action. how utterly delicious. “ah is nothing sugar” she says before releasing the other woman. “now what’s a pretty thing like »
Goosebumps burns and tingle as they bloom across her skin beneath the heavy grasp of this, well, rather stunning woman. “Oh, I—. I’m sorry.” She splutters out, tucking her hair behind her ear and peering almost shyly up at the Demon. If only she knew that such a beauty is a +
“what i’m hearing is, is that you got me all figured out, huh ﹖you’ve paid so much attention to me, you’ve memorized my mannerism” the demon says with a smirk upon her very plush lips. oh she can tell there is attraction and curiosity. not only because dean fails to conceal »
Initially, the Hunter snorts and with little grace, eyes rolling lazily as the label of his beer is carefully peeled away by the tip of his nail. “It really is not that hard.” It’s a gruff response, timbre still possessing his trademark husk. Sapphires flutter away, feeling +
« it properly but because she’s a demon. she just knows. it doesn’t help him that when she moves closer, he remains upon his spot. even lets her touch him. “oh dean, dean” she purrs, scratching beneath his chin, “you like this one” she purrs and laughs softly. “how ironic »
the demon grips ava’s biceps when she bumps into her. “watch where you’re going, little lamb. you don’t know what things are out here bumping in the night” she smirks deviously at that. well ain’t this one a cutie pie. what is she doing with the winchesters ﹖
“You recognize me, why I’m touched” the demon says with a brow quirk and a smirk. “Should I be flattered that I stand out to you ?” He doesn’t even look too displeased to see her. Would you look at that. Meg steps closer, demons have no sense of personal space. +
Different accent but mannerisms remain the same, making the black-eyed demon distinguishable. Sapphires flicker, landing upon the creature and the body she currently possesses. “Meg. Who let your ass out from purgatory?” Rose lips purse, brow rising as curiosity filters over +