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Kevin closed his eyes when Sam kissed him. He moaned into Sam’s mouth and kissed him back. “Close,” He panted between the kiss. After Sam picked up the pace and started stroking him, he came hard.
"Oh fuck." Sam panted as Kevin tighten around him. He thrust into him a few more times before he was coming hard deep inside Kevin.
Kevin kept trying to catch his breath, breathing heavily. He let out a groan when Sam came inside him. "Oh god..." He breathed out.
Kevin let his head fall back on the wall when Sam moved them over there. He let out a loud moan as Sam moved deeper into him. “Oh god.” He panted. He was probably going to fall over the edge soon.
Sam leaned down and captured Kevin’s lips in a heated kiss. He licked his was inside the younger’s mouth and rolled his own tongue against Kevin’s. Sam picked up his pace at the same time stroking Kevin faster, he was close but he wanted Kevin to come first
Kevin closed his eyes when Sam kissed him. He moaned into Sam's mouth and kissed him back. "Close," He panted between the kiss. After Sam picked up the pace and started stroking him, he came hard.
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- “You need to sit down.”
- “I’ve got news.”
- “What’s going on?”
- “I can’t breathe.”
- “What have I done?”
- “Someone help!”
- “Call a doctor.”
- “She’s dead.”
- “He’s dead.”
- “Where’d they go?”
- “What now?”
- “I can’t believe what happened.”
- “Where did you go?”
- “What’s wrong?”
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If my character was wearing a warning label, what would it say?
Your muse notices someone hitting on mine. Your muses' possessive/over-protective side comes out. How do they react?
Kevin let his head fall onto the other, not able to hold back any moans he was making. He was a mess, moaning Sam’s name and curses. Sam was driving him crazy right now. “So good.” He was pretty sure Sam would have marks in his back from his nails for awhile.
"Yea, Kev" Sam smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist to lift him easier. He moved to a wall and leaned Kevin back against it to get a better angle. Now Sam held onto his hips and drove into the small man harder and deeper.
Kevin let his head fall back on the wall when Sam moved them over there. He let out a loud moan as Sam moved deeper into him. "Oh god." He panted. He was probably going to fall over the edge soon.
"Please don’t leave me!"
"Hey!" He clasped Kevin’s shoulder stooping enough to look him in the eye. "I’m not gonna leave you, alright? I’m not going anywhere. Your safe with me. Now come on!"
The prophet’s heart was still racing. “Alright…” He gave another nod to show that he understood. Just a few more floors and they would get out of there. Kevin could do that.
Dean kept his gun out, only pausing to glance over his shoulder occasionally, concerned about Kevin keeping up with his disability. He pushed open the door to the stairwell, happy to see they were still alone for the moment. “You think you can make it up a few flights of stairs?”
Kevin followed, listening carefully to Dean in front of him. His hand on the wall beside them. "Should be able to." If there was a railing he would be fine.
"Did you hear something?"
Kevin stopped what he was doing and listened carefully. “What are you talking about? Maybe you’re going crazy.” He joked. He kept listening again though, just in case.
Dean shook his head as if trying to shake water from his ears. “Maybe I’ve been cooped up in the bunker too long.” He stuck a finger in his ear, wiggling it around roughly when shaking his head seemed to do nothing.
"Maybe." He said, tapping his pencil on the table some. "What did it sound like?" Kevin asked, mostly just curious.
"Like talking, whispering…but not in English. Maybe Enochian…not really sure." Dean wrinkled his brow, wondering if he really was starting to lose it.
Kevin frowned a little. "Hmm..." He fiddled with the pencil in his hand. "I'm not sure. When was the last time you slept?" Because he knew that mattered.
Send my muse "Gimme gimme gimme!"
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I went to Hell, and apparently the angel who was supposed to raise me up messed up. Now I'm soulless. It feels good though. I can't explain it. I feel empty...but I don't care either. All I want to do is hunt. Don't get in my way.
[[NSFW rp account for Soulless Dean.]]
I kinda want to make a soulless Dean account
like...roles reversed?
Idk. should I...or?
Might not be very active today .
Just not feeling my muse
Time for classes Woot
When you have really low hp but you beat the boss anyways
Your muse hears mine crying in an alleyway, only to find them beaten, bloodied and bruised. A dark figure stands over them, about to strike. How does your muse react?
00:00:00 {i don't even know. why not, right?}
Kevin felt the tap on his shoulder, his friend. “Hey your watch is about to hit zero.” Kevin raised a brow, and ran his fingers across the bumps. His had been made special since he was blinded in an accident. Only a few seconds left. He ran his fingers across it as it hit zero. He heard someone enter and he turned in his seat a little. He wouldn’t be able to see the other of course, but maybe they would come over to him. Maybe they would notice. When he heard the person get close enough, Kevin turned his head towards the other. “Hi…?”
“West Smith Street, got it,” Dean repeated, gunning the engine and all but flying off. That was just a few streets down, he remembered passing the sign. “Can you hear anythin’ else, or’s’it quiet?” he asked, cursing when he almost missed the turn he needed to take. Please let him be fast enough, please, please. Please, at least tonight let him be fast enough.
Okay, half the praying was because of the hunt itself. But the other half was because it was Kevin. Not that the hunter was admitting it to himself just yet, all the way. Dean slowed down a bit when he actually hit ‘West Smith Street’, on the lookout for Kevin since he didn’t know if the kid was still running, or if he was walking now. “I’m on the street now, you’ll prolly hear my car before I see you,” he warned.
Kevin listened carefully, hearing a faint roar. “I think that’s you…” There weren’t any other cars like that around here. He made his way towards it on the sidewalk.
That’s when he was grabbed again. Kevin gasped, he hadn’t even heard the person. The guy grabbed him by the throat, hard. He gasped for breath, trying to beg for his life. Anything. Kevin realized he had dropped his phone and the cane in shock. All Kevin could think then was that he was going to die. This thing was going to kill him and it would be over. Just like that.
There was a moment where – not exaggerating for once – Dean could have sworn everything went into slow motion. He saw the monster, fucking saw Kevin, and couldn’t even honk the horn in time to warn him. The Winchester launched into action immediately, hitting the brake the second he was caught up with them and haphazardly jumping out of the car to tackle the guy so he’d let go of Kevin.
“I said if you fuckin’ want me, then fine! But hands off of him!” Dean snapped, managing to get the kid free from the other’s grasp. The wrestling after was the part he didn’t think about, and he was stuck grappling with the monster so it wouldn’t hurt Kevin. He was not letting that happen. Gritting his teeth, Dean coughed out a groan when he was thrown off, landing on his side on the sidewalk. Fucking ow.
“Kevin, you okay?” he managed to get out, cursing again when he kicked and the guy grabbed his ankle. Shit that was gonna hurt later. “Shit…Fuck, can you get up, still walk okay?”
For Kevin, it happened so fast. He heard the roaring of the impala. And then he felt himself sink to the ground. Hearing the yells. Trying to follow what was going on through the noises. All he knew was Dean was there now.
He rubbed his thoat, that was sore now. He heard the others grunt. "Dean!?" He used the wall behind him to stand up, although his legs were shaky. "I'm fine..." The shock hadn't quite kicked in yet. "What's happening?" He was having a hard time keeping up. Was it dead? Was Dean okay? Please let Dean be okay.
00:00:00 {i don't even know. why not, right?}
Kevin felt the tap on his shoulder, his friend. “Hey your watch is about to hit zero.” Kevin raised a brow, and ran his fingers across the bumps. His had been made special since he was blinded in an accident. Only a few seconds left. He ran his fingers across it as it hit zero. He heard someone enter and he turned in his seat a little. He wouldn’t be able to see the other of course, but maybe they would come over to him. Maybe they would notice. When he heard the person get close enough, Kevin turned his head towards the other. “Hi…?”
Dean only had two concerns at that moment; Kevin, and getting the fucking guy before it hurt him. “Let him go. If you’re wantin’ me, fine, but let the kid go.” He didn’t want to be responsible for anything done to hurt Kevin, the kid deserved a hell of a lot better than him.
The hunter tensed again when he heard a new hiss after a very loud ‘thwack’, and he really hoped it was because the kid was carrying a cane or something. “Kevin!?” he blurted out in worry, releasing the breath he didn’t realise he was holding when the kid’s voice was on the phone again. “Run. Right now, run, okay? Is there anythin’ you can give me so I know where to find you?” he rushed out. “Street, sounds, anythin’?”
Kevin let out a huff and started running away. Hoping for his sake that he didn’t run into anything. “uh…uh…” He couldn’t see the street sign but he knew the name. “West Smith street…” That’s the one he lived near. He knew he was near that. If he kept running though, then he would be completely lost.
Questions were best left for later he figured when they were face to face. Or Kevin lost whoever was chasing him. He stopped short, catching his breath, and feeling around for anything. Kevin listened for the other, for whoever had been following him. When he heard no one, he let out a breath. Maybe he had lost him. “Dean? I don’t think he’s around anymore.” Or at least Kevin didn’t hear him.
“West Smith Street, got it,” Dean repeated, gunning the engine and all but flying off. That was just a few streets down, he remembered passing the sign. “Can you hear anythin’ else, or’s’it quiet?” he asked, cursing when he almost missed the turn he needed to take. Please let him be fast enough, please, please. Please, at least tonight let him be fast enough.
Okay, half the praying was because of the hunt itself. But the other half was because it was Kevin. Not that the hunter was admitting it to himself just yet, all the way. Dean slowed down a bit when he actually hit ‘West Smith Street’, on the lookout for Kevin since he didn’t know if the kid was still running, or if he was walking now. “I’m on the street now, you’ll prolly hear my car before I see you,” he warned.
Kevin listened carefully, hearing a faint roar. "I think that's you..." There weren't any other cars like that around here. He made his way towards it on the sidewalk.
That's when he was grabbed again. Kevin gasped, he hadn't even heard the person. The guy grabbed him by the throat, hard. He gasped for breath, trying to beg for his life. Anything. Kevin realized he had dropped his phone and the cane in shock. All Kevin could think then was that he was going to die. This thing was going to kill him and it would be over. Just like that.
