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- tazlesbian said
- *stumbles and falls into your askbox, spilling a glass or porn over your blog* Dean's old suit had ripped on the last hunt and so he had to get a new one. Normally not that interesting, but that one definitely is a problem. As they didn't have trousers in Dean's size they had to make them, especially for him. And well it's definitely not Sam's fault when he can't keep his eyes from Dean's ass now whenever he bends over. It also definitely not his fault when he ends up grabbing Dean and pulling
him in the toilet of the crime scene, after they talked with the police there. It’s not his fault when he feels envy racing trough his veins after he realized the looks the police officer had given his brother. And it was definitely not his fault when he ended up fucking Dean’s mouth and then his ass, moaning so loudly that he knows the officer can hear them. But maybe his fault that the officer can’t stop blushing when Sam comes back out of the toilet, Dean by his side and whispering Mine, -when he passes the officer, who by then can’t seem to control his blush.
BLESS
It’ll take me a while to mop up all this porn but man, it’s so fucking worth it
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HAH! Yeah they wouldn’t need a fluffer. Boys probably go through hundreds of cockrings just trying to hold back rampant boners. #thisisfact #becausechucksaysso
I will take this fact and I will raise you another, they have to physically separate them when the camera isn’t rolling otherwise they’ll just be doing it anywhere. Also, the poor cameraman is freaking exhausted by the time they decide they’re done
- abitnotgood said
- I have to go do work [BOO!] But I leave you with this: Sammy showing up at the bar to find Dean playing pool alone, knocking back his next bottle of whiskey and ignoring his phone. He's livid and maybe a little jealous of Crowley when he bends his brother over the table, gives him a few thwacks across the bum and thighs with a pool stick before working him open and driving home the point that Dean should always. answer. when. Sammy. calls.
JESUS
YES all that and MORE
yes shit and its all tan muscles yes but its soft to the touch and that cock its gotta be like a foot long hard as steel and oh shit …..
DAMN IT it’s 8:30am and I can’t get Sam Winchester’s ass out of my head and now his cock, wtf, FOOT long my freaking god and I bet it fucking feels like silk with that one perfect vein running right alongside of it and SWEET mother of GOD this morning has gone off the rails
Having sex in the summertime is always something to be looked forward too.
Castiel loves to drag Sam down to the bunker’s pool, strip naked and swim laps around him - he’s got a swimmer’s build, and Sam doesn’t do much else other than watch Cas’s body glide through the water, sometimes losing sight of him when Cas uses his Grace to switch the lights off, only for a moment later to feel something wet and warm around his cock, the lights coming back on and seeing Cas’s head bobbing underneath the water, coming up for air and to kiss Sam before going back under.
Or the times that Sam will buy watermelon from the local market, slicing it up and eating it with Cas, kissing the sweet red juice from each other’s lips and forgetting about the watermelon, both of them sticky and shirtless as they grind against the kitchen counter.
There’s not much clothing worn either, Sam most days opting to go barefoot and wearing a pair of gym shorts, Cas watching his shirtless body as he moves around the library, soft cock moving underneath the blue material and getting turned on, eventually getting Sam to fuck him against the witchcraft section.
And the nights, no blankets on them as they lay together in a sweaty, come covered mess, Cas’s head on Sam’s chest as they breath together, cooling off and listening to the distant sound of nightlife, the room dark save for a candle in the corner.
- Anonymous said
- tell me about sam winchesters cock :))))))))
lol, omg, you take the prize for the weirdest ask ever
ok
Let’s be realistic, it might look a foot long when it’s hard but it’s perfectly satisfying 9" and maybe another ¼" if we wanna be precise. It has a slight curve to it, something Sam was a little embarrassed about when he was younger :D It’s cut, sorry guys. If you like foreskin there’s always Cas. It’s got a beautiful vein running underneath it that’s just asking for tongue. It’s gorgeous and smooth and it tastes like rainbows and virgin tears.
Now I need to go find clean pants.
- servicetopsam said
- but Nishka can we talk about how pretty pink Sam's circ scar is when he's soft and how red it gets when he's hard - Dean fucking loves that, likes to make it go from light to dark and it's positioned perfectly to where Dean can stop his mouth and give Sam fucking awesome head (I HAVE AN ENORMOUS FETISH FOR THIS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND)
YES THIS blowjob fetish in general JESUS
waterbird13
Sam sucking Dean and jerking himself off, and Dean waits until he’s just about to come and then tugs at Sam’s hair, not enough to pull him off, just enough to send a little tingling burn from Sam’s head to his cock, the sensation making Sam moan around Dean’s cock, making Sam come exactly as Dean shoots down his throat.
Castiel coming up behind Sam and slipping his hand inside Sam’s jeans, cupping his soft cock and kissing his neck, whispering “want to taste you Sam” and Sam moaning his consent, Cas pushing him against the bookshelf and getting Sam’s pants open, Sam already hard as Cas licks up the underside and takes him all the way down in one go, looking up at Sam with dark blue eyes, and working his mouth and throat and listening to Sam whimper.
“Stay.”
Sam pointed his finger warningly, dead serious. They looked at each other. Slowly, Sam wrapped the end of the leash once more around his hand, picking up the slack. A whine from below.
“What do we say?”
“Please, Sam.”
“Please what?”
“Please, I want it.”
“Want what? Want your treat?” Sam’s smile was a cat with a canary. Dean nodded once, staring at the naked erection displayed inches from his face, hard and leaking. Unconsciously, Dean leaned forward, licking his lips, which earned him a jerk.
“Ah! Did I say you could move?”
Dean whined.
"Stay. Stay.” Sam backed up a few paces, and Dean waited, obedient, naked except for a green leather collar and leash. “Good boy. Come. No touching.”
Sam waited, and Dean crossed the floor on his hands and knees. “Say please.”
“Please.”
Sam yanked the collar down. “That’s not how dogs say please.”
Dean whined. When Sam jerked again, Dean whined once more, louder. “Good, good boy,” he praised, reaching forward. Dean practically purred as Sam scratched him behind the ear, angling his head into it. Sam smiled with amusement, then looped two fingers from his free hand into the collar and yanked it sharply down into his lap. “You earned yourself a treat, boy. Now enjoy it.”
servicetopsam said
davaikatsudon“Don’t think about it, Sam. Feel it.”
Sam threw his head back, exhaled loudly. Thinking wasn’t the problem, he could barely string two words together as it was, and it was impossible to think about anything at all while Castiel had his thighs wrapped around Sam’s and was riding him slowly, slowly, deliberately. All over him and around him and Sam could feel the burn of his fingers where Castiel touched him. “You can take it, Sam. I know you can.”
Sam straightened out his legs in the armchair, hands on Castiel’s flanks, and focused. The burn on his skin faded into a faint numbness, a flash of blue light pulsing through Castiel’s fingers and into himself. At first, that was all he felt, but Castiel hadn’t picked up moving and Sam was slowly dying. Then, at once, he felt the surge of power course through him unlike anything he had felt before - completely unlike the feeling of Lucifer in his veins, unlike demon possession, unlike anything, but clean, holy, pure, Cas.
Sam gasped and his hips bucked up hard, lifting Castiel bodily from the chair. They both grunted.
Cas placed his hands on Sam’s chest and began to ride in earnest. Sam’s eyes dilated, and he bucked and twisted, and Cas held him down, occasionally shooting a surge of power from his fingertips to pin Sam’s massive body under him. “I could hold you with a single hand if I wanted,” Cas told him steadily, keeping Sam immobile under his hands. “Hold you down while I give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Is that what you want?”
Sam suddenly found his words. “Oh, oh, yes, please.”
Cas stopped again, leaned forward, and Sam swallowed on a dry throat, seeing the real Castiel flash in his eyes. “Then you’d better pray for it,” he whispered, and Sam came shuddering violently.
gaymycroftserial killer au where sam ties dean down on a chair and gags him, his obsession with dean becoming much stronger every moment. he kisses his head, muttering “i love you so much dean, i won’t let anyone touch you. i won’t let anyone have you. oh, dean, i love you.” with blood getting smeared on dean’s forehead. dean hyperventilates, just wondering how sam got to this stage of mad.
snuggycasPrompted by anonymous: “teenage sam in pink panties with frottage-wincest”One second Dean’s walking in the door of their shitty motel room with dinner, thinking about how much Baby needs oil change and the next he doesn’t give a shit. How can he when he finds his beautiful baby brother stretched out on his bed like sixteen years of sin? Sam’s face is buried in Dean’s pillow; he’s moaning softly and rutting desperately against the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets. But that’s not what has Dean dropping the bags of takeout carelessly to the floor. It’s the shimmery pink satin stretched tight over the rounded curve of his ass. The edges are trimmed with black lace, and they stick skin tight to the sheen of sweat covering Sam’s body.
Fuck. Dean’s instantly so hard he feels like he’s going to bust the zipper of his jeans. He’s crosses the threadbare carpet in three long strides and grabs his brother by the hips, flipping him over. Half lidded hazel eyes gaze back at him, pupils blown wide with lust, and Dean looks back, his eyes just as hungry as he traces his fingers softly over the angled planes of his little brother’s body. When he see’s the front of the panties he let’s out a choked moan. Sam’s cock is straining against the lace, a wet spot forming on the fabric. Dean lets his fingers trace over the little black bows on each jutting hipbone as he drinks it all it.
“Trying to kill me, Sammy?” his voice breaks, but he doesn’t care. Not with his baby like this, all for him.
Sam pulls him down so their bodies are pressed together from chest to knees, slotting their cocks together through the denim and satin, voice soft.
“Kill you? No."
He rolls his hips, grinding their dicks together to punctuate his words.
"Make you crazy? Definitely.”
Sam fucks up against his big brother’s cock, and Dean let’s out a growl, thrusting back, groaning at the shock pleasure that shoots down his spine and makes his blood boil.
“Need you, Dee,” Sam moans, eyes wild and desperate and fuck if Dean can wait another second. Their lips crash together, a clash of tongue and teeth. Dean tilts his head at the perfect angle and seals his mouth over his brother’s, sucking his tongue like it’s made of candy. They kiss and grind until their mouths are hot and heavy with blood, but it’s not enough. Sam’s pawing desperately at his big brother’s shirt.
“Off, take it off,” he whispers, and Dean hastens to comply, his heart tapping staccato against his ribs. As soon as the offending fabric is gone Dean’s mouth is back on Sam’s, nipping at his lips and licking the taste of spearmint gum from his mouth. Callused fingers trail up his brothers chest to brush over hard nipples. He cries out as Dean pinches them, letting his bottom lip slide slowly from between his teeth and fucking hell, it’s the best noise Dean’s ever heard in his life.
Sam’s hands work at the zipper of his jeans, and as soon as they’re loose, Dean shimmies them down, pushing the denim and the cotton boxers over his hips and off his body so that he’s completely naked. When his bare cock drags against Sam’s he gaps, the friction from the panties almost too much, but still so fucking good.
Dean palms his brother’s satin covered ass and squeezes roughly, setting a desperate rhythm, panting as the pleasure coils low in his gut. Sam ruts back, letting out choked whimpers, precome soaking the panties, and Dean feels his brothers hands roaming his back before grasping his shoulders. Close, he’s so fucking close. Dean moves his hands up to tangle in Sam’s shaggy hair, kissing like he’ll die if he stops, and Sam’s body stiffens under him.
“Fuck, fuck, Dean, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna-” Dean pulls Sam’s hair hard and he loses it, crying out as he comes, long and hard.
“Yeah that’s right baby, come all over those pretty panties. Fuck, Sammy, fuck,” Dean thrusts, once, twice, three times and he is coming too, shuddering as his release explodes throughout his entire body.
He collapses bonelessly on top of Sam, shaking all over, holding him close. When he can lift his head, he looks into his brother’s shining eyes, he feels his heart swell and take root in his chest.
"Why the panties?” Dean asks softly.
His little brother grins up at him, long fingers tracing over the cinnamon dusting of freckles on his cheekbones. “‘Cause I knew you would like it.”
Dean smiles widely and holds his Sammy tighter against him, one hand cupping his face, the other resting on the small of his back as he kisses him softly.
“Love you, Sammy,” he whispers into his lips. He doesn’t say it often. Not in words, but he says it now, overcome with the depth of his feeling. Sam smiles into the kiss, breathing the words in like he can absorb them and keep them forever.
“Love you too, Dee.
Anonymous said
So I was reading that and I was like “how does one have sex with a wave of celestial intent?” And then I realized the prompt doesn’t explicitly mention sex. Still, I don’t know how to cuddle with a wavelength of celestial intent either, so I went back to the sex idea and essentially did a lot of grace kink. Hope you like it.The light in the room is nearly blinding, and that is with Sam’s eyes firmly shut and a blindfold across them. He knows better than to even try to look, just lets his other senses run wild, the hot touch caressing every inch of his skin, feathers occasionally trailing over him, making him twitch. He moans into a kiss that is so hot is almost burns, arches his body to press closer to a hand trailing down his chest.
There’s sound in the room too, and it’s not Cas’ voice but at the same time it is, it really is, more pure than Sam would ever be able to hear it otherwise, and it’s filling every corner of the room and every inch of Sam’s soul. He can’t understand it but he likes it, loves it, feels embraced in it and, yes, aroused by it.
They can’t do things this way every time. It’s intense, it does a lot of damage to the room, not to mention the fact that Sam would get pretty tired of being blindfolded and immobilized after a while. But every once in a while, they can. Every once in a while, Cas can let go completely while they have sex, let his grace run free and not worry about damaging Sam accidently.
Tips of feathers run down his body, making Sam moan. It’s so light, not enough, just the littlest tease. Pre-come drips from Sam’s cock, pooling on his stomach, His muscles contract and release under the feathers’ touch.
Finally, finally, there’s something more, Cas’ hand on Sam’s cock and grace pushing at his hole, opening Sam to the hot, celestial intrusion.
Sam’s head thrashes on the pillows. Cas, Cas, please, please, anything, more…
It’s a prayer and, with the hot press of a cock inside him and searing hands stroking his skin, Sam knows it’s been answered.
kansaskissedlipsMmm, season 4 Cas sliding his hand between Sam’s legs, watching shock register in those gorgeous hazel eyes, as he slowly starts to rub him, feeling Sam get hard.
And Sam’s biting his lip, arm over his mouth to keep from making noise and he can barely register what’s happening, but he knows he wants it.
Cas takes Sam’s pants half way down, uses his Grace to get his hole wet and stretched, and just slides right into Sam, fucking him hard and fast.
And Sam’s sobbing in pleasure, being kept quiet by Cas’s hand over his mouth. Cas comes inside him, filling him up hot and sticky.
Cas disappears, leaving Sam lying on the bed, half-naked and ravished, come dripping down between his legs - the want for demon blood a distant second to a want for that to happen again.
constellationsammyAfter they reunite, Dean loved relearning how Sam could be such a squirmy, blushing little bottom, whining out Dean’s name as he’s fingered open and gasping. His chest would be flushed, head turned to the side for Dean to kiss his neck, swiveling his hips onto those fingers pressing deeper until he whimpers in the back of this throat.
Keep makin’ those noises, baby boy, sound so fuckin’ good, missed you, missed hearin’ you-
There’d be a sharp bite and tug to Sam’s ear lobe, warm breath spilling out in a pant against his neck.
Sammy- so fuckin’ tight- think you’re ready for me?
In answer, Sam moans, hips thrusting back quickly onto his fingers.
’m ready De, want you, god just- please- please fuck me-
And it would happen. Slowly. Inch by inch, Sam breathing heavily the whole time, Dean groaning at the heat suddenly clenching around him and pulling him in. Eventually the teasing, the playful lips he keeps out of Sam’s reach, the kisses peppered lightly over his jaw and neck becomes too much and Sam would grapple around Dean’s waist with his legs and flipping them and sinking down hard enough to make Dean hiss out a breath, squeeze his eyes shut.
“D-don’t play games-” Sam pants out, “If you’re gonna fuck me then fuck me, De-”
A hand grabs the back of his head, calloused fingers fisting in his hair; Dean drags him down so they’re chest to chest, Sam’s arms trapped between as one of Dean’s snakes around his waist to secure him on his cock. He shifts just so, digs his heels into the mattress to fuck into Sam quickly, loves the way Sam almost cries out, pink lips parting barely a centimeter away from his own.
“That what you wanted, Sammy?”
“God- Dean- fuckfuckfuck-!” Sam’s whole body shudders; he buries his face into his brother’s chest pressing desperate open mouthed kisses to the toned skin like this is all he can and will ever want to do. “Dean- fuck, Dean-!”
"Gonna come for me, baby boy?"
He draws out slow to the tip before thrusting back in. It makes their skin sting and Sam bite down hard just under Dean’s collarbone. The older Winchester winces as the hand in Sam’s hair tightens once more and yanks his head back so Dean’s looking down into those thin rings of hazel. He does it again: almost withdraws completely before slamming in. Sam’s eyes slip closed and he moans as Dean repeats the action but this time spreading Sam’s cheeks allowing him deeper. Another thrust has Sam crying, voice high and breathless, whining Dean’s name brokenly, releasing hot onto his stomach. Dean follows not a moment later with a groan and Sam at his mouth swallowing every noise he makes.
kansaskissedlipsDean slips into bed behind Sam, body still thrumming with power from using the First Blade.
He feels Sam stiffen, hears the confused mumble of his name. “Dean? Why are you in my bed?”
Dean slips a hand around Sam’s waist and trails his fingers delicately down between his legs. “I’m gonna jack you off,” he whispers, and at Sam’s sudden sound of shock, he clamps his free hand over his mouth.
“Shh,” Dean murmurs, and his voice is eerily soothing. “I want you to come. I know you haven’t in a long time.” He cups Sam through his boxer shorts, feels his thighs tighten. His brother is shaking…but he’s /hard/.
“If you don’t want me to touch you - if you think this is wrong, if you’re too afraid…tell me. I’ll stop.” His breath is warm on Sam’s ear. “But don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
Sam’s belly quivers; his breath is short, cheeks flushed. Dean’s hand trapped between his legs is warm - nothing has ever felt so good. But he’s terrified. He can feel the heat of Dean’s body behind his, feel the power coursing through him.
Dean licks his lips when his fingers suddenly become damp with pre-come. “I’ve thought about it, too. It’s okay.”
Sam’s body stiffens - and then he’s coming all over Dean’s fingers, stiffling a sob in his other hand. The contractions of his orgasm are unexpectedly strong, making his entire body jerk hard.
Dean lets him ride it out, hand still gently cupped over him. He kisses the damp skin at Sam’s temple and moves his hand away from his mouth. “Sam?”
Sam tentatively pushed back against him. “Don’t let me go.” He’s confused and wanting, salty tears rolling down his cheeks. He can’t turn to face him. Not yet.
Dean licks his lips, still struggling with his power high. “As long as you don’t let me go either.”
wordsinhaledokay but
filthy wincest (⊙‿⊙✿)
messy needy grinding leaned up against a wall with just their jeans off because they can’t be bothered taking all their clothes off, precome slicking everything up and the boys panting into each other’s necks and gripping each other’s arms so hard their fingers’ll leave bruises. sam biting his lip to keep his noises back and dean seeing it and rubbing the pad of his thumb over sam’s bottom lip to pull it free of his teeth, pushing his thumb into sam’s mouth so sam has to suck on it and sam does like it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth, moans around first one and then two of dean’s fingers. and they’re still rutting against each other, sam’s back to the wall and dean all in his space, each of them feeling like they’re on fucking fire with how hot the other is, both of them so close to coming but just not quite there yet (⊙‿⊙✿)
Weecest, with Sam 13 and Dean 17, with the guilt and the fumbling and the blushing before and after. Pre-Stanford angst with Sam lanky and already taller than Dean. Give me the fics where he leaves to get away from this thing between him and Dean. Give me the fics where he leaves despite it. Give me fics where they fuck for the first time in the back of the Impala with the bus running in the background. Give me the fics where Sam leaves without ever finding out how Dean feels about him and vice versa. Give me the post-Stanford first time fics, where the Woman in White accuses Sam of being unfaithful and the first thing he thinks of is Dean. First time after Jess dies where Sam is just trying to drown the guilt. First time after John dies, were Dean is furious and Sam lost and hurt. Give me the first time dubcon, blood!play, bottom!Sam and top!Sam. Give me the smirking, confident Dean, give me the blushing insecure Dean, give me soft kissing in the cover of the darkness and wild wrestling matches with broken furniture and bruises. Give me the fuck-or-die scenarios, the possessions, the bizarre love potions. Give me ALL of it, awkward and rushed, careful and gentle, angry and hurt. Give me Dean who shoots too fast the first time. Give me Sam who can go for hours. Give me the unrushed details of Sam discovering parts of Dean he’s never seen before, of Dean kissing every inch of Sam.
Bless you first timers, you are my heart and soul, you are my happy place. I love each one of you and I kiss your talented fingers. You’ve made my life a better place.
samndeanaremyplaythingsbut Dean being super needy and whiny, grinding back onto Sam’s fingers, complaining that he needs more, Sam isn’t doing it right, he needs more, and they buy toys, and thick vibrators and buttplugs, and Sam remarks that Dean is like a cat the way he keens and arches his back when he feels so good, and Dean likes when Sam calls him his kitty. His.
Sam buying Dean a collar with a little bell on it, and Dean wears it around the house, proud and happy to hear it jingle when Sam is fucking him nice and rough and strong, petting his hair, praising his good little kitten, being so good for Sam and Dean gets off on belonging, being safe and cherished and wanted.
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