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twobrothersandacarHello, my name is Rin and I get emotional when I think about Sam Winchester in cute stockings.
sammichclausHi Rin, my name is Heather, and I too get emotional when I think about Sam Winchester in cute stockings….
theboykingandhisangelWell this is far and away the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written.
Um…. I posted the warnings and whatnot earlier so if you’re into that sort of thing, here it is. I had a time writing this simply because it has so many different things that I had not written before.
Anyway….
Enjoy!
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waterbird13Sanctus
kansaskissedlipsWhen Dean reaches down to touch him, fingers slick and careful, Sam’s breath catches in his throat. His eyes close, lower lip between his teeth. It’s Dean, he repeats to himself mentally, over and over, as a warm, familiar tingle starts to build in his gut. It’s Dean. It’s okay if it feels good because it’s Dean.Dean comes closer, eyes locked with Sam’s. He can feel him leaking in his hand, clearly aroused, but he doesn’t want to push anything. “That feel good?” he murmurs, voice low, as if he’s afraid he’ll scare him off.
Sam breathes out a shaky. “Yes,” into the crook of Dean’s neck, fingers coming up to grip at his shoulder. His hips jerk involuntarily and he makes another helpless sound. Every single nerve-ending has caught fire; he’s already so close to the edge.
Dean reaches up his free hand to stroke Sam’s hair. “Shh,” he murmurs, increasing his strokes and paces, knowing that Sam’s nearly there. “Just let it go. Let it go, okay? Let it go, brother.”
dykeadellicI just want Dean and Sam and sex and yes please.
Like that kind of Dean and Sam and sex?
Like first time Sam and Dean? Like Dean all skittish cause he knows it’s not ok, cause it feels like he’s taking advantage of his little brother, and if they don’t actually fuck maybe it’s not so wrong. So he uses his fingers, trying not to think of all the ways Sam’s tight heat would feel around his cock, trying not to wonder what sounds Sam would make with Dean’s tongue buried deep inside of him. And Sam writhing and whimpering, knees pulled to his chest, skin slick with sweat, begging Dean for more.
thewincestgardenWincest prison AU where Dean gets arrested and ends up with a 10 month sentence and Sam does everything he can to try and get his brother out of it or at least a reduced sentence but the case against him is air tight and nope his big brother is definitely going to jail, he’s terrified because hey Dean might fit in really well but things are different in the pen and his brother will be in there without anyone to watch his back so he goes out and commits a similar crime and gets a slightly longer sentence but who the hell cares he has to watch his brothers back and its a good thing too he hasn’t seen Dean in about 3 weeks do to the court proceedings but the second he lays eyes on his brother he knows he made the right choice, the left side of Deans face is practically purple he’s got a split lip and a hand print shaped bruise around his throat, he doesn’t even want to think about what his sides must look like the way he’s holding himself he knows his brother has bruised ribs if not fractured. Theres tension between them at first of course there is Deans pissed his little brothers inside but they had spoken on the phone before Sam left county jail and he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could change his stubborn ass brothers mind anyway so whats done is done, Dean might be pissed but hes also beyond happy to have Sam right in front of him and he’ll never admit it but seeing Sam getting off that bus and being herded into the administration building he felt like he could breathe again for first time since they pulled him from he court room and away from his brother.Dean can handle himself always been able too but there are some mean sons of bitches in this place and they have a certain fascination with him keep calling him pretty and telling him how sweet he’ll look on his knees, so yeah even though he can handle himself the odds 7 against 1 in a place like this doesn’t sound too good having Sammy with him makes him a hell of a lot more confident knowing they have each others backs because fuck if even one of those bastards touches his baby brother he doesn’t care he’ll tear em apart and burn the fucking place to the ground trying to in good with the law is one thing if its just him he can put up with their shit but you dont fuck with his brother. But as it turns out he really didn’t need to worry the pricks in there might be big but Sam’s bigger he holds himself different in there using his height and broad shoulder to intimidate making himself look menacing and hulking rather then the sweetheart look he pulls on the outside, it only takes one comment from a dude in the shower before Sam turns on his heal and takes long strides until he’s in he idiots face no warning or words before hes beat the guy down to he floor and he doesn’t stop until the inmate is lying with face half caved in pouring blood down the drain and hes up and rinsing the blood off like it never happened.
Sam spends 3 days in solitary but doesn’t worry because Dean and he share a cell thanks to him using a completely false identity and a bit of black mail he dug up on a couple guards before he went in so he knows as long as long as Dean stays out of the fray he’ll be fine, the inmate however stays in the hospital wing for 2 and a half weeks and ends up blind in one eye, the rest of them learn pretty quick after that that Dean Winchester is off limits. The first night he’s out of solitary and taken back to his cell he backs Dean against the wall most visible to the cell’s adjacent pushing him against the painted brick and kissing the life out of him, got both their uniforms off and his brothers legs around his waist before Dean’s head has stopped spinning, he’s got Dean pinned like prey and fucks him just this side of brutal punching out moans and grunts that Dean tries desperately to smother but Sam just pins both his hands and bites his ear before roughly whispering “c’mon Dean need em to hear you, need em to hear all the pretty little noises you make with my cock all the way up inside you, need em to hear your mine big brother, they gotta know they don’t have any fucking claim on you cos you’re mine, right Dean you’re all mine, aren’t you? c’mon then let em hear how much you fucking love being on my cock”
razielimSam wants to know what that friction would feel like.Dean’s wearing a lacy thong, and Sam’s rubbing up on him from behind, and even though the material is soaked through with his precome, it still hasn’t lost its texture.
He figures to hell with it- if it chafes too much, he’ll pull out. He slides a hand down Dean’s left cheek, and his brother spreads his knees further, thinking Sam’s finally ready to move the fabric off to the side and get to the main event.
Sam pushes forward, and Dean shoots up from his elbows with a squeak.
“What the HELL, Sammy?”
Sam doesn’t say anything. He can’t say anything. With the thong in the way, he’s only managed to get the head inside Dean, but it’s all wrapped up in that lace and wet and tight and so warm. He tries to move, and Dean whines low and shudders under him, dropping his chest to the bed like he can’t help himself.
Sam can only imagine how intense it must feel for Dean to have that fabric rub around inside. He figures it’s way more intense than a textured condom.
He pulls out, worrying he’s hurt Dean, but Dean blindly follows him backwards and tries to get back on his cock.
“Don’t you stop now, Sammy. Don’t you even think about it.”
The second time Sam pushes in, he keeps up the pressure until Dean is moaning ceaselessly- just one wail that he can’t seem to stop making. Sam’s not sure because Dean’s refusing to turn over his shoulder to look at him, but he’s pretty sure his ears caught a sob or two as well. He’s still got his dick only three inches in, but that’s as far as he’ll dare to move, and when he reaches around, he can feel the tightness that the stretch of the thong put on his brother’s cock and balls.
The pressure of the thong around his own cock is actually entirely way too much, and he’s officially given up on the idea of coming like this. Getting distracted for a moment, he vaguely wonders if he’ll have floral patterns imprinted on his dick after, and huffs a laugh. In fact, Sam’s pretty sure the only reason he’s still achingly hard and in the mood is because Dean just turned his head to the side and Sam caught a glimpse of saliva flowing steadily over Dean’s plump bottom lip and rolling off his slack jaw to make a huge mess on the pillow.
He doesn’t thrust hard; he barely thrusts at all. Dean instantly showed displeasure at those attempts, rising up and trying to pull away despite his limbs being completely disoriented. Dean seems to be most content and out of his mind when he’s just rubbing around insistently. Sam doesn’t know how long he’s been doing this, just listening to Dean mewl and feeling him thrash lightly under his hands, but at some point he must have worked his way in deeper that extra little bit to really start stimulating Dean’s prostate.
Looking down at him, it looks like his brother’s suddenly started vibrating. Dean jerks back hard, and then instantly regretting the over-stimulation, drags himself forward, and the next thing Sam knows, Dean’s rocking back and forth, alternating between guttural sounds of pleasure that sound suspiciously like Sam’s name and little pitiful wails like he really needs this to stop.
Sam saves Dean from himself and takes a firm grip on his hips with one hand, the other reaching around Dean’s chest to pull him backwards into Sam’s embrace. Sam forces Dean still while his brother catches his breath. Dean turns to look at him, and his pupils are blown out, his entire face smeared with tears and saliva. Sam wraps his arms tighter around his waist, holding down his arms to his sides and kisses his brother on his brow, his eyelid, his cheekbone. Then he goes back to giving Dean what he needs.
Placing his warm hand gently on his brother’s cock so as to add heat but not add to the thong’s painful pressure, he starts moving his hips again. Dean bares his teeth with the next wave of tears, roaring along with every one of Sam’s movements. He doesn’t last very long. Sam allows one last insistent rub as Dean goes silent and his breath jerks in. His head rolls onto Sam’s shoulder, and soundlessly forming his lips around, “Sam,” Dean finally finds his rapture.
I’m having some serious season 4, Dean comes back from hell feels.
Finding Sam in a hotel room with a girl he’d just obviously had sex with. Waiting for Sam to kick her out before he starts tearing at Sam’s clothes, pushing him back on the bed. Thinking how it doesn’t matter, Dean had been dead and gone, Sam had the right to move on. Not knowing how angry and jealous he was until he’s pounding into his brother furiously, one hand pressing Sam’s cheek into the mattress, the other holding Sam’s wrists locked at the small of his back. Not until Sam’s cries sound more like pain than pleasure. Too angry to stop or slow down, coming so hard that the rest of the world whites out. Afterwards noticing that Sam had been soft the whole time, that he’d left purple bruises on his wrists, on his hips. Carefully pulling Sam into a hug, wiping the tears off his face, wondering if he’d left a piece of himself back in hell. Wondering if things between them would ever go back to normal.
I have issues
booksandwingsCastiel, he likes to ride Sam, likes to ride him hard and fast, likes to fuck himself stupid on that cock, have his hair pulled, taken from behind, in front, on every available surface, but when they switch… well, that’s fucking magic.Sam makes the most beautiful sounds Castiel has ever heard. He’ll part his lips softly, moan the angel’s name, whimper at the feel of Castiel’s hand in his hair while he rides Castiel slow, his lower half undulating like a fucking wave that takes Castiel deeper with each roll.
Then when he’s situated, Sam rides Castiel tamely- such a fucking tease- all tan limbs spread about them, bending forward to bite at Castiel’s collarbones while the angel tries to fuck into him because Sam is taking too long and Castiel wants to see him undone.
He’ll flip them over, and that’s the thing, that’s the best thing because Sam lets out this breath like he’s been underwater and he’s loud and it tappers off into the sweetest whimpering noises. Those are the kinds of things Castiel wants to hear especially when Sam’s knees are practically pressed to his chest while Castiel drives into him. The sound their skin makes stings the air around them because Castiel can handle those excessively long limbs, his muscle, that leaking uncut, cock bobbing obscenely between them, he can hold all of Sam together with just one touch.
Just as Sam reaches down though, Castiel snaps forward quick, hard, demanding attention, and it’s enough for those hazel eyes to hone in on his face with a look that’s begging for release.
Instead of allowing that, Castiel bends forward until he’s hovering over Sam, and the taller man’s legs are wrapped tight around his waist. Castiel kisses once light then harder, hardest, bruising Sam’s lips, taking the breath from his lungs while he fucks into him without warning.
“You’ll come when I say, boy.”
”Cas-“
He slips an arm under the arch of Sam’s back, attacks the skin of his chest, marks it with nips and blossoming purple until Sam’s gasping, holding onto Castiel and moaning his name in a wavering, rasping voice. His face contorts, muscles contract, but he doesn’t let go, not yet, not while Castiel keeps their foreheads pressed together, not while that smoldering blue gaze keeps him in check as the headboard hits the wall repeatedly.
Castiel tightens his grip on Sam, squeezes his eyes shut because he’s wrecked by his own pleasure, and Sam- Sam thinks he’s on the verge of biting through his own lip when Castiel wraps his hand around his cock and exhales one word,
”Come.”
Sam’s blinded from the force, the temporary imbalance of body tightening versus Castiel’s hand feeling so damn good against his pulsing cock, thumb slipping up the shaft and circling around the smooth head until Sam’s emptied pearly white in messy lines up his chest.
They shudder when he withdraws from Sam warm and wet and the taller man hisses slightly under his breath. Castiel buries his face in Sam’s neck, collects himself, and smirks at the murmured,
"Cas…”
He picks his head up, hair soaked in sweat, dark, and clinging to his flushed skin.
“Sam?” Castiel presses a soft kiss to his chest. “What is it?” But Sam doesn’t respond. He can’t. So Castiel does what he wants and takes his time peppering Sam’s upper half with kisses until he bites sort of sharp eliciting a quick inhale from Sam. Hands slide up to tangle with Castiel’s as he rises over Sam again looking so smug at Sam’s flushed, taken body.
Castiel tilts his head,
“Like it?”
Sam smiles, eyebrows high,
“Uh. Yeah. Hell yeah. Yes- God, Cas-” Castiel lowers himself down for a kiss that he controls very easily. Sam’s putty in his hands as he stretches above just to watch those thinned hazel eyes appraising him hungrily.
“Good. Because I like fucking you, boy.”
theboykingandhisangelSam noticing that he’s getting stronger and stronger from all the training that John has he and Dean undertake, noticing that he can hold Dean down if he wants to and the first time Sam grips Dean’s shoulders and holds him down while he rides Dean comes so fast from the raw energy that is Sam he nearly faints.
topjaredSAM GETTING FUCKED BY FRAT BOYS AT STANFORD.Can you just imagine Sam goes to a Standford game because his friends convince him as he’s never been to one, and it’s his sophomore year, which they is a crime he should stop committing. So Sam goes to one, sitting on the bleaches nearest to the athletes’ bench and some of them turn their head, seeing Sam there, dressed in this large Stanford hoodie, hair flopping into his eyes, curling around his ears and neck and damn, does Sam look like a piece of twink meat dangled in front of them.
And Sam gets drunk at the after party, where most kids go after the game who don’t care about their classes the next morning, but Sam’s cancelled because his professor came down with the flu, so Sam’s letting himself have a rare night where he doesn’t worry about classes. And then, there’s two guys from the football team coming up to him, drink in hand, and they laugh with Sam about the game, to which Sam has no clue because he doesn’t really have an interest in them.
And they start to lead him to the back, and they’re all sort of stumbling over each other trying to find a good place to hide fro the rest of the people downstairs, finding this room where they can talk about other things, while they seemingly can’t stop stumbling into the walls or nearly falling all over each other. Sam falls on the bed first, bouncing a little on the bed and he’s giggling, his hoodie having ridden up a little, which causes the other guys to stop a little, staring at the exposed flesh of Sam’s stomach, and they start to crawl onto the bed, each hovering over Sam on either side of his body and he can’t help but giggle.
And Sam ends up hauled up and finds a mouth pressed to his own, and hands coming up under his hoodie, skirting up his sides and he can’t help but moan into the kiss and open his mouth.
And by the end of the night, Sam is sandwiched between these two dudes, double penetrating him, and Sam feels so full, so stretched, like he’s going to tear in half, and it’s never felt more wonderful than now.
theboykingandhisangelSam loves the fact that Dean is long, but even more he loves that Dean is thick, hooked on the stretch and slight burn of Dean’s cock every time he enters him, especially when he enters Sam from behind and holds him in his lap, hitting Sam’s sweet spot with every thrust and jacking Sam off at the same time, breath hot against Sam’s ear as he says “come for me Sammy” and every time he does Sam comes so hard that he nearly blacks out.theboykingandhisangelDean wearing that one pair of jeans that fit him just right, coming out of the bathroom that morning wearing nothing but them, riding low on his hips, Sam stopping what he’s doing and staring slack jawed at Dean, Dean practically purring as he whispers against Sam’s mouth “something wrong, college boy” and Sam kisses him hard, rubbing Dean’s cock through the worn denim, growling “keep them on” and Sam has red marks on this ass for the rest of the day from where they rubbed against him as Dean fucked him long deep.theboykingandhisangel replied to your post “.”
I think what you’re trying to say is “you’re welcome” uwuwhat i’m trying to say is that Sam wants to turn his face away but Dean tangles his fingers in Sam’s hair and presses his cheek down against the table so he’s facing the entire bar, bends over him without slowing down the roll of his hips so he can whisper in his ear how he wants everyone to see Sam’s face, how much he enjoys being fucked by his big brother, how he wants them all to watch his pretty baby brother come without touching himself
whereifellfromgracetheboykingandhisangel replied to your post “.”I think what you’re trying to say is “you’re welcome” uwuwhat i’m trying to say is that Sam wants to turn his face away but Dean tangles his fingers in Sam’s hair and presses his cheek down against the table so he’s facing the entire bar, bends over him without slowing down the roll of his hips so he can whisper in his ear how he wants everyone to see Sam’s face, how much he enjoys being fucked by his big brother, how he wants them all to watch his pretty baby brother come without touching himself
warsandwincestDean keeping his gaze on Sam’s face as he licks up the underside of Sam’s cock, foresking pulled back and pretty pink head exposed, lips and tongue sliding up and then slowly, slowly over, feeling as much as seeing the long shiver that runs down Sam’s body, looking up at him as long as he can…waterbird13Cas taking his time, asking Sam if it’s okay before every touch, and at first it really was just to make sure Sam was okay with what he was doing but Sam has made it very clear Cas can touch him all he wants, so now it’s mostly just to drag things out, to make Sam whine and beg for his hands, his fingers, his tongue.warsandwincestSam has and can literally fuck the come out of Castiel, Cas’s legs wrapped tight around Sam’s waist and burying his face in Sam’s shoulder as Sam takes him apart with every snap of his hips, cock nailing him in the prostate every time until Cas shoots all over his belly, screaming Sam’s name so loud he’s hoarse for hours afterwards.warsandwincestSam’s biting fetish does indeed transfer over to Castiel.The thing is, Cas only bites when he tops and his favorite time to do it is when he takes Sam from behind, Sam bent forward and Cas more or less draping himself over his back as his hips snap forward into Sam, teeth sinking into the nape of Sam’s neck and biting hard, the longer he’s there the more intense Sam’s orgasm is.
And the next day when Sam catches sight of them in the mirror or touches them he smiles wide, proud of every single teeth mark.
The best part is when Cas promises to give him more if he wants them.
warsandwincestDean likes to wake up to morning blowjobs, and it’s something that Sam loves to do frequently.But Sam loves morning rimjobs, being brought into consciousness by Dean’s tongue slowly circling his rim, dipping in, out, in, out, his legs tossed over Dean’s shoulders (Sam’s a heavy sleeper and for some reason always misses the actual movement of his body,) Dean spelling Sam’s name with his tongue until Sam wakes up and grips his hair, moaning “don’t fucking stop baby.”
warsandwincestEven though Sam’s got half a foot on him, Cas still insists on being the big spoon some nights.Sam’s long ago lost count of how many mornings he’s woken up to angel plastered to his back, face buried in between his shoulders, snoring lightly.
But all it takes to wake his angel up is a little twitch of his hips against Cas’s morning wood, no matter the dirty looks he receives as a result, especially the times that Cas pins Sam on his stomach and fucks him slow and sweet until Sam’s seeing stars as he comes.
razielimHeadcannon: Dean is embarrassed to ride Sam’s cock because it feels so good he ends up crying every time. He’s the one that should be gently wiping away his brother’s tears while whispering words of comfort and love, not the other way around.Dean doesn’t mind them so much though, especially since Sam sees absolutely no reason to put any clothes on while he waits for his to dry, sliding his hands over Sam’s bare hips and kissing him slow and sweet, Sam tugging Dean’s own shorts off and dragging them towards the big king sized bed in the house, down-stuffed mattress sinking underneath them, Dean wrapping his legs around Sam’s waist and rutting against each other, kissing each other breathless until they shudder together, staying like that until long after the sun’s gone down.
warsandwincestCas looking for a dildo for when Sam’s away, not being able to pick because none of them are big enough, missing Sam’s cock and how it feels inside him, taking Sam by the hand as soon as he gets back and dragging him up the stairs and fucking himself stupid on Sam’s cock, Sam not even being able to get all the way undressed but going with it, Cas clenching hot and tight around him.waterbird13Like how Dean sucks Sam’s cock, wet and slow and teasingly good while fingering himself open, moaning around Sam’s cock at the feel of his own fingers. Like how Dean pushes his brother back onto the bed and kisses him deeply while continuing to finger himself, like when Dean hotly demands Sam slide one of his own fingers alongside Dean’s two until they’re both moaning and wanting more. Like how Dean sinks down onto Sam’s cock, achingly slow, making Sam whine in frustration and beg Dean for more until the neighbors bang on the walls and tell them to keep it down—that’s how Dean turns his quiet little brother into a vocal lover.huntfeathersOkay, you adorable dicks. I’ve had a clear-out of my follows and I need some more mostly brotherfuckerson side. How about you like and reblog, and anyone that decides that they fancy following me back gets to be part of a list promo since that’ll make us family? Awesome? Awesome.
Oh god, I sound like a dick. I’m really not being a dick. I just need more brotherfucking.
that is all
mutual follow already
reblogging for the repetitious and glorious use of the word brotherfucking
/lies down
oh sweet jesus, back arching, toes digging into the mattress, ass clenching with every thrust, cheek pressed against the sheet, both hands tucked underneath him to keep the pillow in place, panting, hair sticking to the sweat on his temple and neck, making sweet little whimpering sounds
But on Valentine’s day it’s Sam who does, waking Dean up by straddling him whilst clad in nothing but a pair of red lacey boyshorts, cock barely contained as Dean opens his eyes and is presented with Sam looking positively edible.
sammysaliveYou know, when Cas has his grace, he’s got this intense super-close-up sensory thing going on, where he experiences every intimate detail of fucking everything. So I wonder if he ever got frustrated without his grace at how he couldn’t see everything and taste everything and feel everything, like he felt like he was missing something.Imagine Cas spending forever brushing his fingers over Sam’s skin, staring at the most minute variations, trying to see him. Looking for Sam’s soul as though he could see it again through his skin if he just lookedhard enough. Or leaving bite marks and bruises all over Sam because he was trying so hard to taste him. Or gripping the sheets, twisting them in his fists, begging, demanding, “harder, Sam!” because he was so desperate to feel him.
And at first, Sam worries that it’s too much, that he’s hurting Cas in ways the fallen angel can’t really understand. So they talk, a lot, about what the human body can handle, and how it recovers, and what both of their limits are. And they keep talking in bed about how everything feels, so that Cas, trying so hard to see, and taste, and feel Sam’s body, ends up learning a lot about his own, too. He knows where every muscle is. He knows how hard Sam can pin him against the wall before it’s too much. He knows when Sam digs his fingers into his hips what color the bruises will be. He knows how to say what he wants, how to put words to the hot desire for more, harder, faster, fuck, harder, more. He knows how to say no, enough, stop.
Then, in the mornings, curled against Sam’s side and feeling a tired, contented soreness all over, he remembers how every ache and bruise came to be there, and he remembers how he spoke, and Sam listened, and how Sam spoke, and how he listened. And Cas thinks that this is much more satisfying than molecules.
Ruby’s long gone but Castiel still gets jealous sometimes, every time he sees Sam talking to a dark haired woman and it makes his blood thunder in his ears, the words mineminemine echoing so loudly in his head it’s almost deafening.
And as soon as he gets the chance he’ll force Sam down in a chair or bed, prepping himself and fucking himself down on Sam’s cock, breath hot and threatening as he whispers against Sam’s ear “She’s not me” and setting about making Sam come so hard he sees galaxies behind his eyelids.
razielimSam Winchester does indeed cry during sex, but only when Dean makes Sammy sit on his big brother’s face. Sam’s still not sure how Dean is ok with rimming him- No, wait- Sam’s not sure why Dean is ok with doing anything with him. The boy with the demon blood. Dean should be repulsed just being in the same room with him, not begging, “Come on, Sammy, come on, you sexy thing- come sit on my face so I can eat out that pretty hole of yours, babe. Come to big brother…” and then making out ferociously with the very dirtiest part of Sam. He cries because he doesn’t understand. He cries because he doesn’t deserve it. He cries because he’s getting his brother dirty. He cries because he rides Dean’s face despite himself, hoping he’ll achieve some cleanliness in orgasm.waterbird13Dean wakes up in the night because Sam is whimpering, but it’s not a nightmare, definitely not a nightmare if the tent in Sam’s boxers is any indication, and Sam wakes up a few minutes later, flushed and sweaty and still so desperately hard, one hand already reaching down but Dean stops it with a gentle grip. “Whatcha dreamin’ ‘bout, Sammy?” he teases. “Tell me and I can give it to you.” Sam manages to get out “your mouth—your mouth, Dean, fuck—” so Dean pulls Sam’s boxers off and brings his mouth to Sam’s cock, but Sam pushes his head further down and pulls his legs up, exposing his hole to Dean, and Dean swears he just about comes right there, because he hasn’t done that for Sam yet, hasn’t wanted to freak his little brother out, but he’s thought about it, thought about it a lot, and after taking a few seconds to appreciate the view, he dives in and begins licking at Sam’s hole, determined to see if he can make Sam come just from his tongue.waterbird13Sam and Dean have been having sex about four months, and it’s been great, fantastic even. Dean tops every time, but Sam is more than okay with that, because Dean more than knows what he’s doing, hitting Sam’s sweet spot just right, voice hot and dirty in Sam’s ear, hands everywhere, making Sam come so hard he nearly blacks out most nights. Sam never even stopped to consider Dean might want it to go the other way sometimes, until one day he comes home from school t find Dean on their bed, three fingers in his hole, panting Sam’s name, and once he sees that, well, Sam is more than willing to give Dean what he wants.heck-yeah-supernaturalI kind of started shipping winctest and I feel bad because it’s sO WRONG
jaysisfeckSorry why is it wrong?
oh, I’m sorry, did you say wrong? I wasn’t paying attenton
because seventeen year old Dean watching his thirteen year old brother after he gets out of the shower, still slick from head to toe, underdeveloped muscle, coltish frame, sweet lips still childish and plump, all that hair sticking to his neck that seems so fucking long above his shoulders, and all he can think about is wrapping his mouth around his little brother’s cock, how good it would taste, how sweet it would be to hear his brother’s voice still embarrassingly high pitched at times whimpering Dean’s name
waterbird13Sam takes full advantage of Dean’s sex toy collection, too, loves digging through the entire dresser drawer Dean has set aside for them to see what he can use to make Dean scream that night. Tonight he uses a set of leather padded cuffs to secure Dean’s hands to the headboard and is making Dean’s eyes roll back into his head with a prostate massager, making him whimper and moan as Sam sucks bruises into the back of Dean’s raised thighs, making him leak all over his own stomach, cock absolutely dripping, making him beg as time goes on and Sam still doesn’t touch his cock “Sammy, please, god, Sammy—” and Sam just shushes him and presses gentle kisses against his thighs. “Gonna come like this, Dean, just like this, and it’s gonna feel so good.” And Dean just whimpers and moans but he knows Sam is right, on both counts, he can already feel it, he’s going to come soon, without even a finger on his cock.waterbird13 Cas is halfway around the world from the Winchesters when he hears a prayer so sincere, so beautifully pure, that he feels compelled to go respond, following the sound of his own name, clear as a bell, halfway around the globe.He appears in a motel room, dingy and old, but the décor is not what catches his attention. Instead he is focused on Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood who is also Cas’ friend, who is lying on one of the motel beds, completely naked, his legs pulled up and three fingers in his hole, his cock hard and leaking in his other hand. Cas realizes he’s staring, but it is like looking at a masterpiece and he can’t tear his eyes away.
Cas’ name spills from Sam’s lips in a breathy pant, and Cas feels the pull once more of a prayer. He steps forward, towards the figure on the bed, and his shoe bumps the bag on the floor. Sam’s eyes fly open and lock onto Cas. “H-how…what?” he asks.
“I heard your prayer,” Cas says, “and I came.”
“My…Cas, I didn’t pray,” Sam says, a flush covering his face, neck and chest.
“No,” Cas agrees, “but you called my name, and the sound was so pure, so sincere, that it sounded like a prayer.” He tilts his head and steps closer to the bed, slowly so as not to startle the clearly agitated Sam. “You called my name like that while you were touching yourself, Sam. Is that how you feel about me? Do you wish it was me touching you?”
Sam turns his head away. “Cas, look, this is—“
“I think it is what it looks like, Sam,” Cas cuts in smoothly. “I think it’s exactly what I think it is. Because you called my name like a prayer, Sam. And I have never heard anything more beautiful.”
He takes another step towards the bed, and then another. “And I would like to hear it again, if you would allow me.”
“Yeah?” Sam asks, beginning to turn his head back.
“Yes,” Cas says solemnly. “Would you allow me to touch you? Draw that sound from your lips with my own hands?”
Sam doesn’t say anything, just nods, stretching out a hesitant hand to Cas that Cas eagerly takes, allowing Sam to pull him in.
He sits on the bed, still clothed compared to Sam’s beautiful nakedness, and reaches out a hand to rest against Sam’s stomach. “What do you like?” Cas asks.
Sam’s stomach rises and falls under Cas’ hand. “Just…touch me, Cas, please, I don’t care, I just want to feel you.”
“Of course,” Cas says smoothly, trailing his hand down to grip Sam’s cock, Sam’s hips bucking into his fist. “Tell me, Sam, what were you thinking of when you called my name so sweetly?”
“Your—your fingers,” Sam pants, “inside me. Cas, you have such good hands, you know that? Wanted to feel those fingers—fuck—inside me, opening me up for you, teasing me from the inside, driving me crazy.”
“I can do that,” Cas assures quietly, trailing his hand down to Sam’s already-stretched hole. Sam pulls his legs up once more and hands Cas a bottle, and Cas pours some of the liquid onto his hand before sliding one finger into Sam’s hole.
“More,” Sam pleads, “more, I can take more, Cas, please,” and Cas immediately obliges, willing to give Sam whatever he wants to hear his name from Sam’s lips like that. He pushes a second finger in, looking for the spot he knows is inside of Sam. He finds it quickly enough, Sam devolving to a mindless chant of Cas’ name as he does so.
“Cas, Cas Cas, oh god, Cas Cas Cas…” Sam repeats as Cas hits that spot again and again. He adds a third finger and Sam stops chanting his name, but Cas can’t really say he minds, because he still knows how Sam is feeling, from the roll of his hips down onto Cas’ fingers to the way his muscles are clenching, his wide-eyed, open mouth stare as he watches Cas, the white-knuckled grip he has on the sheets, the wordless moans spilling from Sam’s mouth.
Cas knows Sam is close, so he reaches up for Sam’s neglected, weeping cock and grips it, beginning to stroke. Sam’s eyes close as he’s overwhelmed with sensation, and Cas likes that too, likes that Sam is so overwhelmed because of what he is doing.
“Let go, Sam,” Cas instructs quietly. “Let go, and let me see how beautiful you look like that.”
Sam whimpers as his entire body tenses, come spilling over Cas’ fist, hole tightening around Cas’ fingers, and Cas cannot take his eyes off that face, cannot take his eyes off of how beautiful and pure and absolutely perfect Sam looks at this moment.
Cas moves up the bed and Sam lets his legs fall, his whole body seemingly boneless and heavy, and Cas thinks he looks beautiful like this too, satiated and happy.
He lies next to Sam, on his side so he’s facing him, says simply, “you are the most beautiful, pure thing I have ever seen, Sam Winchester.”
Sam blushes and turns his head a bit, but Cas gently rests his hand against Sam’s cheek and turns him back. “I’d like to do that again,” Cas says, “if that is what you want as well.”
Sam smiles hopefully. “Yeah? ‘Cause…yeah, I want that, Cas.” He reaches out towards Cas. “Do you want me to, uh…”
Cas moves his hand from Sam’s face to grip the wandering hand in his own, tracing the delicate line of Sam’s palm with his thumb. “Not now,” he says. “You rest now, Sam, and later…if you would like…we shall see what happens.”
Sam leans in the last few inches and kisses Cas softly, almost chastely, a gentle press of lips that Cas eagerly returns. “Stay with me?” Sam asks softly after he pulls away.
“Of course,” Cas says, shifting so he’s on his back, releasing Sam’s hand so Sam can move himself. Sam shifts so his head rests against Cas’ chest, one hand against Cas’ stomach. Cas wraps his arm around Sam, and Sam presses even closer at that.
Cas leans down to kiss the top of Sam’s head and says his own prayer to thank whoever is listening for the beautiful man in his arms.
waterbird13The first time Sam rode Dean, neither of them lasted very long, Sam because Dean was inside of him, so perfect and deep and at exactly the right angle, Dean because he had his pretty twink of a baby brother riding his cock, looking so good stretched out above him, moving and writhing and bringing them both so much pleasure, and it’s the most beautiful thing Dean has ever seen.- Anonymous said
- If you're okay with it: somnophilia, underage!sam, guilty!dean, and maybe john doesn't sleep that tight after all. Sam and Dean have to share a bed once again while John sleeps on the couch, and Dean hates it, having his little oblivious innocent brother so close but not being allowed to touch him. It's torture, so eventually Dean gives in, just a few touches won't hurt Sammy, right? But then Dean loses himself...
morethanbrotherssoulmatesI am so sorry this took so long to post! I thought that I had put it in my queue but I had saved it to my drafts! I hope this is the sort of thing you were looking for but thank you so much for your prompt! Sorry it was so angsty =( Let me know what you think!
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Dean groans as he walks into the motel room and sees only one queen bed again.
“Dad, do we really have to keep doing this? I mean Sam isn’t exactly small anymore and he is like a furnace to sleep next to at night!” Dean whines eyeing the considerably small bed with distaste.
John merely quirks at eyebrow at his eldest, it is rare for Dean to complain, especially about something so trivial.
“We need to save the money Dean”, John replies somewhat sympathetically, “just a week or so longer and we will be back on track.”
Dean grunts by way of response, throwing his duffle bag on the ground and storming into the bathroom to get changed.
“It’s alright dad it’s just the heat making him bitchy” Sam smiles at his dad as he jumps on the bed and gets ready for bed.
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Dean turns the hot water on full blast and steps into the shower carefully.
It had been a couple of months since Dean had started to notice the changes in Sam. At first he didn’t think much of it, he had spent his whole life watching Sam. It’s all he has ever known. However, when he started to notice Sam growing taller, his broadening shoulders, his muscles developing and his trim waist Dean began to think he was watching a little too closely. It was when Dean started to notice the way Sam’s skin glistened when he was sweating or the way his stomach muscles flexed when he laughed or the way his dimpled smile and sunflower eyes made Dean’s heart skip a beat that he realised he has a problem.
Dean groans as he tilts his head against the cool tiles and savours the sting of the hot water washing over his body.
“What am I going to do?” He whispers to himself trying to think of a way to avoid having to sleep in the same bed as his brother.
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“Hey dad, why don’t you take the bed with Sammy tonight?” Dean says casually as he walks out of the bathroom, passing Sam on the way.
“Nah it’s ok Dean I have to do some research so I will sleep on the couch so I don’t keep you boys up.”
Dean grumbles as he slides into the bed, the sheets itchy against his skin, as he shuffles around trying to get comfortable.
When Sam walks out of the bathroom, stripping off his t-shirt on the way and hopping into bed next to him in nothing but a low slung pair of boxers, Dean can’t hide the look of horror on his face.
“What’s wrong De?” Sam asks innocently looking up at Dean through his overgrown bangs.
“Nothing Sammy….just try and stay on your side of the bed tonight alright sasquatch?” Dean murmurs before dragging himself closer to the edge of the bed and turning his back to Sam.
He lies perfectly still, almost trying not to breathe, scared that at any moment his body will betray him and he will reach over and touch Sam.
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A couple of hours later when John finally turns off the lights and falls asleep, Dean is still awake.
As usual Sam has already crowded onto Dean’s side of the bed and is pressed up against Dean’s back, the steady flow of moist breath warming the back of his neck. Sam shifts a little in his sleep, lifting his arm to rest on Dean’s hip, unconsciously pulling him backwards and grinding his hips lightly against Dean.
Dean knows he should just get up and go sleep in the car. He should be a responsible older brother and put a stop to this, after all Sam is still asleep and vulnerable, but he can’t will himself to move. The warmth of Sam pushed flush against his back is too enticing and Dean can’t help but moan softly as he thrusts back against Sam’s half hard cock. Sam mewls quietly at the extra pressure pushing on his crotch as his cock begins to harden and take interest. Dean huffs, leaning back to run his hand over Sam’s back, he is sure he means to push Sam away but as soon as his hand makes contact with Sam’s bare skin he forgets why this is whole thing was a bad idea and turns around to face Sam.
Sam’s face is completely relaxed. His mouth is slightly parted, lips red, shiny and slicked with spit as he puffs out little breaths of air. Dean rests his hand on Sam’s hip and traces soft circles with the pad of his thumb. The skin on Sam’s stomach is smooth, warm and inviting under his touch and Dean can’t help but want more. He edges closer until he can clearly see the small mole on Sam’s right cheek before lightly brushing their lips together. Sam doesn’t wake but opens his lips lightly giving Dean a small taste of his tongue.
He slips his hand lower under Sam’s boxers and strokes lightly. He takes his time learning Sam’s cock, memorising the feel and remembering how each brush, graze and touch evokes a different moan or gasp from Sam. It’s only when Dean brushes his thumb over the head of Sam’s cock, spreading the small amount of precome that has gathered there that Sam stirs into wakefulness.
“Dean?” His voice is rough with sleep and sounds almost like a growl.
Dean doesn’t know what to say. He has fuck up and worse still he has fucked Sammy up too. He goes to withdraw his hand and whisper some sort of apology before Sam’s hand stops him. Sam gazes into Dean’s eyes before his lips quirk into a shy smile.
“Please…..don’t stop.”
Dean knows that he shouldn’t . He shouldn’t let his desires corrupt Sam and change things between them but when Sam says his name again in a low whisper he can’t help but give in.
Sam wriggles his boxers down a little lower and shifts closer to Dean pressing a small trail of kisses down Dean’s shoulder. Dean nods slightly before pulling softly on Sam’s cock, his thumb running up the underside, and stroking slowly before building up speed. Sam moans low in his throat and gasps at the sensation.
They hear the faint noise of rustling sheets coming from the couch and Dean’s breath catches inhis throat.
“Sammy you’ve gotta stay quiet” Dean begs remembering their dad is mere metres away sleeping on the couch.
Sam nods before burying his head in Dean’s shoulder in order to muffle his whimpers. He digs his nails into Dean’s arm as Dean picks up pace. Before long everything becomes hazy as waves of pleasure roll over Sam’s skin.
“Fuck Dean….” He groans loudly as he cums into Dean’s hand and against his stomach.
They both lay together silently in the afterglow, breathing heavily, as they listen to John shuffle on the couch trying to get comfortable.
“Hey Dean…” Sam whispers softly trying to reach out for his brother and draw him closer.
“Just go to sleep Sammy we can talk tomorrow” Dean responds gruffly, the twist of guilt already heavy in his stomach, as he rolls over and feigns sleep.
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Dean brushes Sam’s fringe out of his face as he nudges him awake.
“Sam…Sammy….you gotta wake up”, Dean whispers desperately, “We have to clean this mess up….Dad can’t know.”
Sam smiles sleepily at Dean before leaning up and brushing their lips together. Dean clears his throat softly and turns away to hide the faint blush rising on his cheeks. They work together silently ripping the sheets off of the bed before bundling them in the corner. Dean lets out a breath of relief when they are finally done and their dad still hasn’t woken up. They can just blame the dirty sheets on Sam spilling cereal on them and maybe just maybe they can get away without their dad suspecting anything.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower before dad wakes up” Dean murmurs giving Sam’s arm a quick reassuring squeeze to indicate that everything is okay between them.
When Dean walks out of the bathroom 10 minutes later and John has a firm scowl fixed on his face and won’t look Dean in the eye, Dean knows that he heard them. After that they keep their touching to a minimum and Dean doesn’t say much to either of them the whole day.
After another 10 hours of driving, with John keeping a close eye on them through the rear view mirror, they finally pull into the motel parking lot and John looks at Dean for the first time.
“I’m gonna grab a room” He grunts out as he slams the door of the impala.
Dean knows his dad will never say anything but he can see the disgust clearly evident in his eyes. He had been watching them both like a hawk, flinching every time they innocently touched and growling whenever Sam leant closer to Dean. As they walk to their motel room, Sam trailing behind, and Dean opens the door to find two queen beds his stomach clenches uncomfortably.
“I’ll share with Sammy tonight” John growls as he throws his duffle on the bed closest to the door.
“It’s okay dad I…” But John’s cool stare cuts the words right out of Sam’s mouth and he just stares at his feet awkwardly.
“I think I’m gonna go for a walk” Dean murmurs as he throws his bag down and heads for the door, Sam close at his heel.
“No, Sam stay here. You two need some time apart.”
Dean only makes it a couple of steps out the door before he is throwing up bile in a motel trash bin.
He fucked up. He fucked Sam up. And now his dad knows.
waterbird13“That’s it, Sammy, that’s it, open up for me. Relax, good, there you go, Sammy. God, your hole looks so good stretched around my fingers, all stretched and shiny and pink. Bet it’ll look even better ‘round my cock, huh? Nu-uh, little brother, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you, wanna make you scream for me Sammy, gonna make you crazy for me, baby boy, soon as I—there, liked that, didn’t you? Feel good, when I touch you there? That’s your sweet spot Sammy, gonna feel so good with my cock up against it, gonna make you fuckin’ see stars, promise. Know you can be louder for me, Sammy, c’mon, we don’t got any neighbors to piss off, can be as loud as you want. There you go, that felt good, huh? Yeah? God, look at you. So pretty and already desperate, look at your cock, so hard and fucking leaking for me, so fucking beautiful, Sammy. Think you can come, just like this? Just with me touchin’ that spot inside you? Bet you can, bet you can come on just my fingers, want you to, baby, wanna see you come on my hand, c’mon, Sammy, show me…”booksandwingsSam dusting an edible powder all over Castiel’s stomach trailing featherlight to the tip of his cock. The skin tastes sweet afterward, sugary almost with a little tang that makes Sam’s mouth water as he licks Castiel thoroughly, paying special attention to the dips in his stomach muscles, the way they flutter under his tongue, contracts as he sucks into his thigh just to hear the angel whine. Sam licks his way up Castiel’s thickening length, lips smacking every time he pulls off until he finally, finally takes Castiel fully. He hums at the sweetness, moans as the salty precome mixes with the sweet, and suddenly he’s moving like Castiel has never seen or felt before. The angel nearly blacks out from coming so hard after only a few minutes.
waterbird13That one time Dean hesitantly pulled a pair of padded cuffs from his bag and asked if Sam wanted to try them, and Sam was more than willing to let Dean cuff him to the motel headboard, only Sam tugged a little too hard against the cuffs while Dean was sucking him so teasingly slowly, breaking the headboard in the process, and somehow Dean ends up on top of Sam, the two of them laughing after they’ve seen the damage, unable to control themselves at the sight. They end up jerking each other off and trading kisses before bed, resolving to try the cuffs again once they find a more sturdy bed.
booksandwingsDean will ask Sam why the hell he’s walking with a limp but Sam will just smile, blushing all the while trying to explain that it was just a misstep, I tripped and- blah blah blah. Castiel tries and fails to hide his smirk knowing that Sam’s limp has nothing to with a leg injury or falling, but everything to do with how he pressed between Sam’s shoulder blades as he pounded into him from behind, that pert ass in air while Sam whimpered into the mattress.
goldeansgive me whiny sam who pretends he can’t get off properly and needs his big bro to teach him how to masturbate
and dean it’s not working, will you -
and he bites his lip and blushes and looks up at dean
and it’s so fucking wrong but dean’ll do anything for his baby bro, sure, sammy, i’m just gonna - just gonna help you, ‘k?
and sam nods and moves his skinny hips and looks up at dean, who nods, and pulls down his thin boxers so his cock springs up
and sam blushes ‘cause he’s really fucking hard (but dean’s not looking grossed out, he’s got that same face as when he sees a hot chick)
okay, sammy? dean asks, waiting for sam to nod and they stare at each other, breathing hard, and dean reaches over and
holy fuck, he’s got his hand on his baby brother’s dick and it’s hard and smooth and needy, sammy can’t contain himself and starts jerking up his hips
and dean scoots in to get a better grip, to help him, ignoring his own fucking hard as a diamond boner, so he’s leaning over sammy, his chin by sam’s forehead
and sam’s feeling so good, and he leans up just that little bit and closes the distance between their lips
and then he keens and he’s coming, spurting into dean’s hand and over the couch
and dean chokes and kisses him back, starts rubbing his dick on sammy’s body
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