Anonymous asked: Supernatural. Vampire!Dean, Hell!Dean and Soulless Sam. Bloodplay, bondage.
Behind a cut for severe blood and painplay
Anonymous asked: Supernatural. Wincest. Dean’s tuned up the Impala and all that horsepower makes him hot.
She looks incredible, chrome gleaming in the low light of evening, and Dean brings Sam out to show her off, grinning as their hands twine together on the way out to load in. They run down a Kansas highway, doing 90 and listening to her purr, and the whole time Sam’s hand is on Dean’s thigh, kneading softly; he knows they’re going nowhere and he can’t wait to get there. They screech to a halt by the side of the highway and Dean’s them out of the front seat and into the back; Sam lies out along the leather, Dean biting down his neck to his shoulder, his hands wandering the length of Sam’s body and hips motoring just as fast and smooth as the Impala’s pistons move. All that pounding and all that elbow grease, all the power and the passion he poured into the car he pours into Sam’s body now, kissing him hard, pushing him down and bearing into his body with the fury of a storm. And Sam cries out, purrs and molds around him just like the car does, and together they ride and rock late into the night, a perfect combination, perfectly tuned.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural -Sam/Dean. Submissive Dean tied down while always a girl! Sam squirts on him.
It drives Dean crazy to see Sam pleasure herself on anything that isn’t his dick, and that’s probably while she enjoys making him watch so much. This time he’s spread-eagled on the bed, his hips canting upward as he watches her with wide eyes. She’s fucking herself on a big black dildo, one of her favorites, as she squats over him, holding herself upright with one hand on the center of his chest. It’s obscene, torture, and with every thrust of the dildo into her pussy he thrusts up himself, as though he can feel the enveloping warmth of her just from watching. when she cries out, and a rush of fluid splashes clear on his stomach, he gives an answering cry of desperation, suddenly moments away from a climax himself.
Anonymous asked: Wincest. Fem-Sam and Fem-Dean Double ended dildo for the camera
The dildo is their answer to the eternal question of “how do we fuck each other and still get the penetration we want” - when they hook their legs together and push their asses toward each other, the dildo might as well be suspended in midair for how well it stays at the perfect angle. And Dena can feel Sam’s flesh, feel their asses and pussies slapping together with each stroke. On their hands and knees on the bed, facing away from each other, they still gasp “Fuck me,” because really, they might as well be fucking each other with how intimate the contact is.
And the camera’s just for kicks, and for fun; they make some money off it, and half the time they film it just for their own benefit. There’s nothing to get them in the mood like watching the two of them, back to back, screaming their way through hot orgasms, their breasts heaving and their hair tossed from side to side along their naked backs.
Anonymous asked: SPN, dealer’s choice (except John or Bobby, nothx)/Dean. Prompt: Dean enthusiastically bottoming bareback, in complete control. Bonus for feminizing dirtytalk.
Dean calls Sammy a girl outside the bedroom, but in here it’s Dean who’s nothing but a wet cunt to be plowed into, a slut for Sam’s cock and a bitch when he doesn’t get his way. He doesn’t want condoms, he doesn’t want careful; he wants Sam in him, thick hot skin against his, and cock huge as it tears him apart in all the best ways.
“Fuck my pussy, Sammy,” he mutters as he rides Sam’s lap; Sam is groaning and holding fast to his hips, just trying to survive. “That’s it, fuck my dirty pussy like I’m the only girl you’ll ever need, want to feel your come in it, c’mon, Sammy, now.”
With each word, with each filthy phrase, he jerks hard up and down on sam’s cock, until there’s nothing Sam can do but follow his orders, biting back a “—fuck!—” and spurting hot come into his brother’s ass as Dean rides him with a shout of delight through his orgasm.
Anonymous asked: SPN, wincest, fighting for dominance, biting, wrestling, punching, etc, rough and absolutely mindblowing (bottom!sam if you don’t mind)
He knew it, and Dean knew it; this fight wasn’t about the trials or a frickin’ tablet. The thrown punches, the dirty fighting, biting, elbow jabs, torn clothing… it was all because they were on the razor’s edge again, about to lose each other to the abyss and maybe this would be the time that they couldn’t be brought back. Sam needed to tear Dean open and pour everything in his heart into him, everything that he refused to say out loud because it hurt way, way more than the cage ever had; and he needed Dean to rip him apart just the same, fill him up until they fucked through the pain, until the quiet buzz of the looming end was taken over by the overwhelming buzz of the now.
Dean plowed into him every angry word they’d ever yelled at each other, and still Sam struggled against him, dragging him closer and pushing him away in equal measures. The pleasure and the wordless bond between them roiled in Dean’s eyes, and for a moment, Sam understood every unsaid thing.
Anonymous asked: Crossover: AHS/SPN. Wincest+one. Dean/Sam/Tate. The Winchesters are investigating Murder House. When they first meet Tate they don’t realize he’s dead, but they both think he’s pretty hot. bottom!Tate (bonus for DP)
“Hey,” the kid said, leaning around the door, pressing his cheek on it and looking up at them through his long eyelashes; he looked about 18-and-a-half-way-to-really-friggin’-illegal, and Sam immediately threw his shoulders back in that ridiculous mating dance he always did.
Dean rolled his eyes and stepped in to show everyone how this kind of thing was really done, putting one hand on the door jamb and the other on his hip as he smiled broadly, making his eyes crinkle at the corners in that way that always worked to get people’s pants off in a hurry.
“So, I definitely think there is something freaky down the hall in the bedroom,” the kid said. “Help me take a look.”
Sam and Dean were getting schooled by an emo cub scout rentboy on the art of pick-up, and they had absolutely no problems with that, particularly when Tate took Sam in one gasping slide and then looked back over his shoulder, beckoning Dean to join in. When Tate took his orgasm, convulsing between them like an electric wire, he winked out of existence and Dean flopped onto Sam, hard cocks still thrusting against one another.
Anonymous asked: Sam Winchester in the middle of a consensual gangbang (any, male or female characters)
Sam’s eyes aren’t closed; he sees the parade passing by above him and he knows it’s not a dream he’s having, but he can’t quite believe it’s real life.
The women that move on top of him, he knows them — Jess, her body milky, her smile magnanimous; Madison, in dark-haired beauty, her eyes near transparent as she moves sinuously above him; Sarah, all effervescence and energy when she rides him, long legs bent so he can caress her thighs when she comes.
And he knows the men too, though most of them aren’t men but angels — Castiel, who looks at him like a human finally and pumps into him with singleminded determination; Gabriel with his smiles and wicked teases, licking everywhere and driving Sam to frenzied shouts; Balthazar lean and languid, taking pleasure as effortlessly as he gives it; and first and last and always, Dean, his everything, melding into him seamlessly, and Sam sheds tears, because he knows this isn’t real life after all.
That’s because, though it’s real, it’s not life: this is eternity, his reward, to be loved by all the people he’s loved in his life, in succession, into eternity; and Dean is really there with him, because they died as they lived, together.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural Wincest Alpha/Omega. Super-wet self-lubing Sam getting fingered open for Dean’s big knot.
“God, Sam,” Dean whispers, kissing his hipbone, “you’re dripping wet,” and Sam just groans, arching on the bed and trembling with the force of his want. He can’t help it; whenever Dean’s close by, whenever Sam can smell the desire on him, he just starts soaking through his boxers, and it’s never long before they’re here, naked, with Dean’s fingers sliding into his ass in electric teases of feeling.
He can smell Dean’s knot throbbing, too, and he can’t wait for the stretch and the intensity of it, the way it will drive him to orgasm after orgasm as he pants and groans beneath his brother’s body, but he has to get open enough to take it in first. And Dean relishes this task — he licks at the sweat on Sam’s skin, pushes more fingers in, rounding Sam’s hole open and loose and glistening with wet and want.
“Come on,” Sam finally manages to whisper, his voice taut as a bowstring, “need your knot in me now, Dean,” and Dean groans, climbing on top of him and giving in to the invitation of Sam’s open arms and hungry hole.
