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kinktober, day nineteen
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a/n: this idea wasn’t originally for these two, but damn if it doesn’t fit super well 
summary: “you know, Sam is gonna notice if I’m gone for too long
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warnings: bf!dean winchester x reader x sam winchester, smut, dubcon, established relationship, love triangle, phone sex, mutual masturbation, toys, dirty talk, having a huge crush on your boyfriend's brother, cheating, kissing, pussyjob, allusion to sex, slight orgasm denial, slight edging
word count: 2483
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“Dean,” you raised your phone up to your ear and peeled your eyes away from the heavy tome cracked open on the table before you, “hi!”
“Hey beautiful,” his deep timbre rumbled warmly, “how’s it going over there?”
“Oh, you know,” you peeked over at Sam who glanced from his similarly hefty book, “slow,” you watched his eyes flicker back down to the page as he got the gist of the casual call, “it’s a lot of research to get through
” shooting your chair back, you stood up, absentmindedly pushing it back into place as you asked, “how about you? Are you still on the road?”
“Nope, I just got here a few hours ago,” your vision lingered on Sam’s long fingers as they ghosted their way down the page he was reading, “I was just about to go over and check the place out,” your teeth tensely seized your bottom lip as you slowly whirled around and took a few paces away. Picking up on your silence, Dean gently poked, “what?”
Hand apprehensively tapping against your thigh, you lowered your voice to admit, “I just don’t like the idea of you being all the way up there on your own
”
“I’m barely a day’s drive away,” you heard him let out a soft sigh. 
“But what if something happens?” your feet carried you out into the hallway, the younger Winchester still visible to your wandering eye.  
“Babe, I can take care of myself,” he pointed out with a small chuckle. 
“I know that
”
“I’ve checked out hundreds of things by myself, this time is no different, it’s just a little ghost, I’ll be fine,” he reassured you. Spine melting against one of the cool walls, you watched as Sam’s hazel glare locked on you as it so often did, effectively causing goosebumps to erupt, ones that didn’t fade in the slightest as Dean then cheekily enquired, “is it because I can’t take care of you from all the way up here?”
Breathy chuckle rolling off your lips, you averted your gaze and humoured him, “well you said it, not me.”
“Who says that I can’t?” you could practically hear the smug smirk through the phone. 
“Dean,” your head shook lightly from side to side.
Letting out a groan that made your cunt clench, “love it when you say my name
”
“I am supposed to be doing research,” a laugh bubbled out through your groan. 
“So, take a break.”
Casting one last glance back at the tall man sitting at the long table, you couldn’t help but give in with a playful, “I hate you.”
“Sure, you do,” he chuckled sarcastically as you scurried into your room just on the right, “was that the sound of a door closing?”
“It was,” you then purposefully flopped down on the mattress loud enough for the frame to creak, “and that was the sound of me laying down on my bed.”
“Atta girl,” he practically purred, “what are you wearing?”
“You are so clichĂ©,” you giggled, staring up at the ceiling. 
“Oh, come on, you love it.”
Exhaling slowly, you counted, “t-shirt and a pair of jeans.”
Humming contently, you then heard him suggest, “why don’t you take those pants off for me?”
“You know, Sam is gonna notice if I’m gone for too long
”
“So? He doesn’t need you to babysit him. Just stop thinking about the research for a bit, just be here with me, relax, you clearly need it.” 
Exhaling slowly, you unbuttoned your trousers and wiggled them down your legs, “alright,” you kicked them to the floor at the foot of the bed, “they’re off.” 
“Are you touching yourself?” his deep voice tickled your ear and shot straight down to your core. 
“Not yet,” your thighs instinctively squeezed together, hips rolling gently as your free hand began to drift south. 
“Good, don’t. Not until I tell you to, okay?” 
Halting your hand in its tracks, it clenched into a fist as you chuckled, “you’re such an ass.” 
“I know, but I’m an ass who can make you cum straight into next week,” he bragged as you reached up to readjust the pillows, mushing them perfectly under your head, “Y/n, relax, shut that beautiful brain of yours off a second and just do as I say, promise it’ll be worth it,” 
“Fine, I promise I won’t,” you exhaled with a light eye-roll, “are you touching yourself?” 
“Do you know how hard it is not to when listening to your voice?” you suddenly noticed how ragged his tone was, “I just have to think about you and I’m fucking throbbing, baby,” you heard him spit in his free palm before sloppy strokes began to echo through the receiver, a melody alone that made you note just how torturously the ache between your thighs was, “shit,” he groaned shamelessly, “I wish it was you touching me
 you fucking playing with me, teasing the shit out of me like you do when you’re sitting on my face
 leaking down on my tongue
 creaming from just a little kiss
” 
Bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you breathed, “Dean
”
“You know what I was thinking about just before I called you?”
“What?” your airy answer rushed out quicker than you’d like. He certainly had you hooked now
 
“That time in the car
”
“Which one?” you let out a light laugh. 
“That first time in the car. You remember how impatient you were? Couldn’t even wait till we got back to the motel.”
“I wasn’t impatient,” you defended, “you were just a tease.” 
“I was a tease? You were the one who climbed into my seat.” 
“Well, you were the one who invited me into your seat.” 
“Yeah, I was,” you didn’t have to see his face to know the huge smirk that had bloomed, “but it worked, didn’t it? Your legs didn’t stop shaking till the next day
”
Eyes lightly rolling in your skull, you tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing the immense power he had over you, “you will never let me down for that, will you?” 
“I still remember what it was like hearing you moan for the first time
 shit,” he brazenly let you hear every last lavish jerk he let himself relish in, “it was so hard not to burst right then and there
 I had never heard anything as hot as that before
”
“Dean
” you whined, hips gently rolling though not giving any relief whatsoever, “can I-
 can I please touch myself?”
“Why?” he teased, not slowing his own pleasure down one bit, “is this turning you on? Are you getting wet for me?”
“Dean,” you sounded downright pathetic at this point. Yet another thing for the memory banks that he could mock you endlessly about. 
“You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart,” he croaked, “reach down and feel for me, but don’t play with yourself, just feel
”
“You are so mean
” you grumbled light-heartedly as you finally slipped your free fingers below the waist of your panties. 
“Is that a yes?” he challenged. 
“Yes, yes, I’m really fucking wet,” you admitted begrudgingly, nearly whimpering as you retracted your hand, a sinful sheen now glazing the skin. 
“Good,” he crooned conceitedly, “now lift up your shirt and play with those tits,” though it wasn’t the place you longed to caress, you still rushed to fulfil his request, “what I wouldn’t give to touch them right now
” your breathing grew more ragged as your hand switched from one to the other in a lewd little massage, “they’re so fucking perfect
 so soft, so pretty,” you gave the pebbly nipple right above your heart a harsh pinch, just like how Dean’s greedy fingers liked to do it, “and when you’re lying on your back and I thrust up into you just right, the way that makes them jiggle?” your cunt clenched at the image, “fuck
 hypnotize me, why don’t you? Call me your slave because I’ll follow you anywhere
” dizzying breathes flowing from your lips, your boyfriend was only silent a second, enjoying what little you gave him before he finally said, “hey, baby?” a fuzzy hum immediately rushing out of you, “be a good girl and play with that pretty little pussy for me, yeah? Make it feel real good
”
You might as well have been set aflame with turned on you were. It almost felt like you electrocuted yourself when you finally rubbed your aching clit. 
“Fuck, Dean!” your form thrashed atop the bed. 
“Lower the phone, sweetheart. Let me hear how wet that pussy is,” to which you briefly brought it down to catch more of the lewd soppy sounds echoing throughout the room with every needy caress, “christ, I wish I was there with you
”
Yanking your panties off completely, kicking them to the floor, you swiftly slid two fingers into your quivering hole, “I wish you were here too,” but the petiteness of your fingers caused you to let out a desperate whine, “fuck, Dean, I-
”
“What?” by the sound of his condescending tone it was obvious that he already knew the problem, “what’s wrong, baby?” 
“I feel so empty
” you nearly cried as your fingers pumped and pumped but just couldn’t get deep enough to scratch that itch. 
“Oh, are your pretty fingers not long enough? Not big enough to stretch that pussy out the way that she deserves, huh?”
“N-no.” 
Completely entranced by the melody his own efforts emitted, he promptly muttered, “do something for me then, yeah?”
“Huh?”
“Stop touching yourself.”
“What?” your movements slowed, but didn’t halt completely, “no, no!”
“Stop touching yourself and go get the toy in the bedside table,” painstakingly snatching your glistening digits back, you scurried over the mattress to the table on the right side. Ripping the drawer open, you couldn’t get your hands on the realistic-looking silicone fast enough, “you got it?”
“Yeah,” you crawled back to your previous spot and laid back down. 
“Good. Now give it a little kiss before letting your cunt feel it,” you brought the tip of the dildo up to your lips, giving it a gentle little lick before filling up your mouth more, “be nice, treat it like you’d treat me.” 
After releasing it from your peck with a pop, slobber clung to it as you lowered it down between your trembling thighs, “oh my god,” your eyes fluttered as you slid it inside, “Dean!” 
“That what you needed, babe?” you heard him chuckle. 
“Yes, fuck, it feels so good!” squeezing your eyes shut, you pumped it lavishly, “I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last with this.”
“Hold on, just a little bit longer, can you do that for me?” 
“Dean,” your plea came out as a moan. 
“Fuck, you sound so hot,” he panted, “don’t cum yet, baby, not yet,” obviously being painfully close himself, “shit, I wish I could see you right now, laying there, in your bed, fucking yourself for me, dripping all over those sheets,” your nails dug into the flared base of the toy, “I can’t wait to get home, baby. Feel that pussy clench around my cock again, maybe even keep that dildo close by to plug up your other holes
 fucking hell, you wanna cum with me?”
“Yes!” you cried out. 
“Then go ahead, be a good girl and cum all over that toy,” removing your grip on the silicone, you briefly drifted your fingers up to give your clit the attention it was screaming for. 
But just before you were about to dance your digits back down to give the toy one last pump, it began to move on its own. Snapping your eyes open, you saw none other than Sam, grip firm on the base as he ploughed the dildo in and out of you, giving you exactly what you needed, “oh my god,” your eyes grew wide as they locked with his, though your fingers couldn’t seem to quit their needy circles over your puffy pearl, “oh my god,” holding his piercing gaze, you tumbled over the edge, “fuck!” 
Hearing your boyfriend swiftly follow suit, you just kept blinking back at his brother as he slowly pulled the toy out of your clenching cunt, “fuck, that was so good, baby, shit, I came so much over here.”
“Mhm
” you distantly hummed, chest heaving as you watched Sam swipe a finger over the toy, collecting some of your juices before swiftly letting his tongue have a taste.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get back home to you.”
“Y-yeah,” Sam’s eyes stayed locked with yours as he popped his finger back out, “me neither
”
“Just a day or so more and I’m all yours,” your hazy gaze fluttered down to spot Sam’s girth, freed and throbbing. 
“See you then,” you distantly spoke before hanging up and letting your phone drop to the mattress. 
Like a crack of thunder, before you even had time to register what it was that you were doing, the two of you clawed the other closer and locked your lips in a fevered kiss. Nails nearly digging through his clothes, it didn’t take long before your fingers enveloped Sam’s cock, the weight making your knees wobbly. 
 But just as quickly as you had collided like magnets, that’s how fast you pulled back again, “Sam-, shit
” palms planted on his chest, you shook your head in an effort to clear it, “this is bad, we can’t do this
”
“Don’t say that,” he plucked up your chin, “don’t fucking deny what’s going on between us, what’s been there since the very beginning.”
“But, what about-”
“I don’t give a shit about that,” both his hands came up to cup your face, “do you want me? Do you want me as much as I want you?” 
Blinking back at him, all you could do was wistfully tilt your head instead of uttering the truth, “Sam
”
“Because if you don’t, if you really don’t, then tell me to walk away and I will,” he slowly inched closer, a hand drifting down to grasp his cock to tease you with the tip that was already so desperately nudging against your core and getting soaked in your want, “tell me that you don’t want this, that you don’t want me
” he parted your petals with his dick, “tell me and I’ll go away
”
Breathlessly, blinking back into his dark gaze, instead of finding the words, you simply pulled him back in and gave him a kiss as confirmation.
A string of saliva still connecting your lips, his nose ghosted against yours as his teasing grew more confident, “you want it, huh? Tell me that you want me.”
“I want you,” you finally uttered after ages of suppressing the fevered desire. 
“Tell me again,” he nearly growled, catching your weeping hole at every electric flick through your folds. 
“I want you, please fuck me.”
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No Cum November Part 11: One Last Ride
It’s finally the end of the challenge. The Winchesters make up for all of November’s edges and stolen orgasms.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Warnings/Promises: oral (male receiving), double penetration/split roast, dirty talk with a side of praise!kink, overstimulation
Word Count: 875
Note: Happy end of the series! For those of you who participated, I hope you had fun. For everyone just reading along, I hope you enjoyed every word. Here is the last chapter. Feel free to reblog it to share with your mutuals, and comment and/or gif me your reactions. Happy reading!
Part 10: Good Vibrations
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With the end of the case finally come and gone, Dean drove the Impala at break-neck speeds towards the bunker. Or at least that’s what you assumed. There was an awful amount of back roads being taken. Not that you could see the road from your position on the floor of the back seat. And you couldn’t move your head much with Sam’s cock down your throat.
He kept a strong, steady grip around your head. So you could keep a strong, steady suck around his. You hollowed and twirled your tongue as best you could. Sam was desperate, still holding out with the end of the challenge, but riding the edge with you as Dean raced. The agreement was you all could cum once you reached the bunker. With each speed bump and pothole, Sam’s length suddenly filled you. Your messy gagging noises made both of them groan.
“How’s she taking you, Sammy?” Dean gripped the steering wheel tight with both hands to keep from palming himself. If he started to, he’d have to pull over. And then you’d never make it to the bunker.
Sam panted for enough breath to answer. “Perfect. Like she always is. Taking me so deep, aren’t you, baby?” His voice cracked while the car jostled over another rough stretch of road. He dug his fingers int your hair, pulling you back and forth. “Bet she’s dripping. Bet she hasn’t stopped dripping all month. How bad do you need us, baby? Hmm?”
All you could do was whine.
The Impala revved harder. The bunker must’ve been in sight.
The wheels squealed over the smooth concrete of the garage. It was barely in park before Sam had freed his cock from your mouth so he could lay down across the backseat. Dean yanked open the door, half-dragging you out so he could flip up your skirt, shoving your head back towards his brother’s length. They filled you at the same time. You didn’t care. You were all desperate for each other, desperate to cum. Through their grunts and sighs, the guys kept your skin buzzing with praise.
“You’ve done such a good job, sweetheart. Taking us like you do.”
“Oh, Baby- wanted to make you cum all month. Can’t wait to watch you cum. Watch those eyes glass over. Catch you when your limbs go weak.”
“Won’t be five minutes. Can’t wait to fill you up. Can’t wait to watch me drip out of you
”
“So close- come on, keep moving. Take my cock, all of it. Close-“
“Me too. Need you- Cum for us, sweetheart.”
“Come on Baby, cum for-“ Sam broke off with a high moan as his release filled your mouth.
Spaced out as you were, you weren’t able to swallow much. It added to the mess already dripping from your mouth onto his stomach. Dean continued to thrust tortuously. You tried to relax. To let go. But your arousal only seemed to fly higher and higher, never risking coming down.
Had you forgotten how to cum?
Then Dean reached around for your clit. And Sam dug his hands under your shirt to knead your breasts. The circling around your clit, and the pinching of your nipples added just enough. Stars sparked behind your eyes. Your vision brightened, darkening around the edges. Your release kept coming. And coming. Even though Dean’s thrusts stilled to almost nothing. Even though Sam had frozen with rapturous attention. Your walls clamped down and flexed, wringing out as much pleasure as you could handle. It didn’t register when Dean’s release spilled into you. Or when the boys shifted, Sam scooting back deeper into the car so Dean could fit inside. All you knew was that you were cumming. And soaring. And suddenly very tired.
Dean pulled you into his lap. Gingerly, he settled your thighs on either side of his hips. His gentle kisses all around your face brought to back to the present. You melted onto his shoulder. He smiled as you sighed into the crook of his neck.
“How you feelin’?” He ran his nose over your forehead.
“Wonderful,” you breathed.
From the side, Sam hummed in agreement. “Worth the wait?”
“Mhmm.”
“Good.” Sam’s hand began to smooth up and down your thigh. “Because we’re not done with you.”
“What?”
You jolted as Sam’s hand dipped between your thighs, toying with your slick and clit. Dean’s hands ran up your sides before moving over to your breasts. In the flipside of what they did to your earlier, Sam circled and flicked over your clit while Dean massaged your breasts, rolling their peaks between his fingers. You arched and squirmed in his lap. It wasn’t long before you were crying out. You dug your hands into both of their hair, searching for a way to ground yourself.
Sam nuzzled his nose around your sweet-spot behind your ear. “I wonder how many orgasms we can give you. Not just tonight, but for the whole month. What could we call that, Dean?”
“Double-Penetration-December? Thirty-one un-holy nights? Um-“
“How about you two make love to me as often as you like and forget the fancy name?”
“Okay.” “We can do that, yeah.”
You smiled against his lips. “Then take me to bed, boys.”
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My God đŸ„”đŸ„”đŸ„”đŸ„”
I don’t know if this counts as public but Sam x Reader but they do it in front of Dean
Elephant In The Room
Summary: Dean has always had a crush on his brother’s girlfriend. When there’s a late night at home, he overhears them having sex and decides to sneak a peek. What he doesn’t expect is for both of them to be into it.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean winchester x reader (non physical)
Warnings: swearing, exhibitionism, choking, domination/submission, 
Word count: 2k
This was written for kinktober, using the space “exhibisionist”
A/N: This takes place somewhere around season 8. That's when I was imagining the boys
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It’s worse than the torture he experienced in hell. One may say thats dramatic, but this kind of torture has no end. Castiel can’t lift Dean from this. Having to listen to his brother and the girl he has a crush on have sex every night is painful. The worst part is that this crush isn’t some small thing, it’s his brother’s girlfriend. Dean is thoroughly convinced this is karma for all the bad he’s done in the world.
Laying on his bed, he can hear you and Sam going at it in the room next to him. He imagines it were him in there, his cock slipping through your sweet folds, his name you moan instead of his brother’s. Every night when he jacks himself off, he imagines it’s you bouncing on his cock, dragging your nails on his back, tugging on his hair. The girls he brings back from the bar are never right because they aren’t you. They don’t have your sweet voice, flowery scent, 
Even when he’s not laying alone in a motel room, he still thinks about you. On cases when you’re killing monsters, he can’t help but notice how beautiful and badass you look, or when you’re helping with research, you look so peaceful and smart. Your eyes shine in the sunlight and he could lose himself in them. He wonders if you ever feel the same way about him, but other times he decides he should leave you alone.
No matter how many times he tells himself he will, he never truly does leave you alone. He finds himself dreaming of you in every which way and nights like these are the worst. The one where he can hear every pleasurable moan escape your supple lips, knowing his brother is at the cause. If he could even be in the same room as your prayers of pleasure, Dean would be satisfied, but alas, he sits alone adjusting his hard cock in his pants. He takes his cock out and heads to the bathroom, but stops, putting his dick back away, having a better idea.
Not being able to stand it much longer, Dean finds himself leaving his hotel room and going outside in the hall . He presses his ear to the door and listens to your moans. Every squeak and whine slips from your mouth, him assuming it is when Sam thrusts back into you, hitting your g spot. He feels his cock getting harder in his pants, creating a bit of uncomfortableness. 
Dean very carefully opens the door, letting your moans escape the room as well. With the door cracked open, he’s able to peek through and see your head laying on the bed, Sam above your writhing body. He’s balls deep inside your sweet core, drawing out the most delicious sounds from your throat. Watching your eyes close and your body convulse makes Dean space out, replacing the image of Sam with himself. 
Right when he goes to close the door and go back to his own room in his own pity, you open your eyes and make eye contact with him. His heart drops as he thinks he’s caught, but you remain locked on him, not saying anything to his little brother. Your mouth curls up in the corner into the stunning smile he covets every day. Dean’s jaw goes slack as he palms his own cock through his pants, watching as you moan looking at him.
“He’s watching isn’t he?” Sam whispers in your ear.
“Yes!” You moan, knowing it’ll satisfy both boys. 
Dean takes your exclamation for him, approval of his stares. Sam knows you’re answering his question, aware of his older brother’s infatuation for you. He’s no idiot. He’s seen the way Dean stares at you, gets little glances when you bend over, stays silent when you’re being loud in the room next door. 
“Just come in already,” Sam laughs.
All the blood drains from Dean’s face as he realizes Sam is talking to him. He watches as his brother stops thrusting, not pulling out, but turns to face him. His hair is all sweaty and stuck to his forehead and his chest puffs out from his heavy breathing. The words get caught in Dean’s mouth, not sure of what to say.
“I know Dean,” Sam says, “just come in and watch. We don’t care.”
Dean pauses at his brother’s words before entering the hotel room and closing the door behind him. He makes his way to a chair that sits down the window, turning it so he can sit down on watch.
Sam starts to thrust again, holding your legs up by the knees. You lean your head back as moan at the feeling of your boyfriend pounding into you. You grab onto Sam’s large biceps for stability as you feel your first orgasm bubbling up. He leans forward with one hand leaning on the headboard, digging his nails into your skin, and going harder. The tightness in your stomach gets worse and you can’t hold it back anymore. With one last hard thrust, you cum all over Sam's cock.
“Good girl,” he mews, “such a good girl for me and letting Dean watch.”
You smile, chuckling lightly at his words. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you up as he lays down. Throwing a leg over his lap, you straddle Sam, sitting on top of his lap. You start to grind down on his cock, pulling moans from his throat. You turn to face Dean who is sitting on the chair palming his dick through his jeans. 
“You like watching Dean?” Sam asks.
“Oh yeah. Big fan.”
“Tell her what to do.” Sam ordering his older brother like that around makes you wet, slick dripping from your pussy as you grind on his cock. You patiently wait as Dean thinks, a big smile across his face.
“I want to see her suck cock.”
“You heard him baby.”
You get off of Sam, sitting on your legs next to him and looking at Dean. Sam’s cock fills up both of your hands with length and thickness, the beast in him proving to be true. Even he knows sometimes it can be too much for you when he’s at his hardest, but you always try to fully take him in, loving the pain of him hitting the back of your throat or slamming into the walls of your vagina. You take him in your mouth sideways as you make eye contact with Dean the whole time. Looking up at Dean like you are gives you big puppy dog eyes and he can barely handle the way you look at him, a smile barely showing through the way your lips wrap around Sam’s large cock. 
Dean lets out a little groan and decides to do what he should have done a while ago. Undoing his belt again, he pulls down his pants and frees his dick. It springs up, getting precum on his gray shirt, but he quickly wipes it off. He holds his cock, just stroking the head, as he stares deep into your eyes. It’s an odd feeling, looking at your boyfriend’s brother as he jerks off to you, but you can’t deny the attractiveness that is Dean Winchester. Even though he is barely exposed, you’re in awe of his masculine beauty.
Sam moans at the feeling of you wrapping around his cock, grabbing at your h/c locks and pushing your head down on his cock. You try to take deep breaths as his monster cock goes deep down your throat, but he releases you shortly after. Air fills your lungs back up as you leave a line of drool on Sam’s cock. Dean’s jaw goes slack and he leans back in his chair, getting more comfortable. 
“Come here, babygirl.”
He grabs you by the throat and lifts you up to him, straddling his lap once again. You chuckle as Sam man handles you around like a rag doll. Dean scoots his chair closer and watches the way you drip as you move, clearly enjoying playing in front of him. Sam lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes in, drawing a moan out of you. You drop fully down on his cock, sitting down on his lap while cock warming.
“Fuck, you feel so good sir,” you call out. “You like it when I’m deep inside, don’t you,” he laughs, “you like showing Dean how well you take cock?”
You nod as Sam takes your jaw in his hand and forces you to look at Dean.
“Go ahead, show him. Show Dean how well you ride my monster dick.”
You start grinding down on him but slowly turn into bouncing as Sam’s hand slides down your face and to your neck, squeezing just enough to make breathing harder. You keep eye contact with Dean as he strokes his whole cock to the sight of you. The way your tits bounce makes him harder and harder, jerking off faster. 
He moans at you, wishing it was him you were bouncing on his cock, covering him with your juice. You feel yourself getting tighter as Dean starts pumping faster. His eyes look desperate and lustful. If this were anyone but Sam, you think he would have ripped you off and slammed his own cock in already. You can feel every bit of Sam entering you and hitting your g spot. It’s starting to become too much and you feel the light headedness take over from not properly being able to breath. 
Sam lifts you up and pulls you into a kiss, having you bob up and down on his head, inserting and reinserting him over and over again. He starts to snap his hips up and into you. You scream as he pounds your pussy relentlessly. His large member rips you open. 
“Fuck Sam,” you cry out.
“Yell for Dean,” he orders, whispering in your ears.
“Oh my god, Dean, fuck. I’m so close!” “Holy-”
You laugh as you moan, turning to see Dean’s head back as he furiously jerks off his cock. His body is red and flushed, veins popping out of his body on the verge of rupturing. You feel your body start to shake as your orgasm builds. 
“Please Dean, I want to cum please!” “Are you close, little brother?”
“Fuck!” Sam yells out, “Yes.”
You look back at Sam to see his eyes clenched as well as his jaw, looking like he’s trying his hardest to not come. His face is red and veins are popping out of his temple, hair wet from the sweat on the pillow. His balls continue to slap you ass. Along with it, his thrusts make your ass jiggle in the perfect sight for Dean. Dean’s grip on his cock gets tighter as he reaches his edge. All three of you start to falter in paces, getting close to your edges. 
“Cum for me baby,” Dean orders.
You let go of the build up in your stomach, cumming all over Sam’s thick cock. The clenching from your pussy sends Sam over the edge, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you flush against him. He shoots his load deep inside of you, trying to push his cock in as far as he can. Biting down on your shoulder, he muffles his moans as he draws a little blood from your neck, creating a bruise. You scream out, causing Dean to let go as well, being addicted to the way you say his name. 
“Fuck,” he mumbles as he cums in his hand, getting it everywhere. 
As soon as Sam is done emptying himself inside you, you get up and walk over to Dean, dripping Sam’s cum on the floor. You sit down in front of him and lick the cum off of his fingers and dick, causing him to shake from the sensitivity. His moans are shaky and makes you chuckle, loving the way he becomes overwhelmed. Sam sits up on the bead to catch his breath as watch you swallow his brother’s cum. Standing up and walking over to you, he smiles as he grabs your hair with his large hands, pulling you away as well.
“Slow down, baby girl,” he says stroking your hair, “Dean isn’t going anywhere, tonight.”
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Dean Winchester would never play game apps on his pho--
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What happens in my uterus stays in my uterus (unless I choose for it not to and then it's none of your goddamn business!)
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Like it never happened.
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So I need to apologize because when I made this post I *genuinely* thought Misha was out! I guess I'd just heard a few things over the years, probably mixed it a little bit with Castile's journey, and fabricated in my head that he was out and proud and I was wrong (ok but are we *sure* he's never said this at a con???? This is my personal Berenstain Bears, y'all).
ANYWAY! Now that I know I was wrong and he has come out for the first time then allow me to say
WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!!!
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Ok, who let Rowena name the comet, y'all?
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This got me thinking about Casifer within the context of Sastiel and how painful that must have been for both of them... đŸ€”đŸ˜ąâœđŸ»
sastiel | "i'm your man" by leonard cohen — happy belt scene day.
may leonard cohen forgive me for cutting out the lines i didn't want to find scenes for.
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Supernatural Origins Survey
Hey it’s your girl back at it again with another survey! This time, I want to measure the origins of your interest in the show (when you started watching and why) and see if there are any trends with what you like about it! Enjoy :)
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Give me all the fic.
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FanFic Tropes Tier
No surprises from me 😂
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Tagging: @dean-winchesters-bacon @waywardbaby @carryonmywaywardcaptain @ladywinchester1967 @cosicas-cuquis @idreamofplaid @mrswhozeewhatsis @supernatural-jackles and anyone else!
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I cannot be the only person who went to try to make one of these and ended up being paralyzed by indecision for 45 minutes before giving up?
FanFic Tropes Tier
No surprises from me 😂
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Tagging: @dean-winchesters-bacon @waywardbaby @carryonmywaywardcaptain @ladywinchester1967 @cosicas-cuquis @idreamofplaid @mrswhozeewhatsis @supernatural-jackles and anyone else!
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Fandom Etiquette
I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist. 
written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons
Fanart
if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you. 
if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages. 
if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes. 
if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon. 
if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from. 
Fanfic
if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.
if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are fine, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote. 
if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. And this is just if you managed to get all the way to the end. If you finished the story and you actually liked it? Comment and reblog. 
don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often. 
be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”
Fandom
ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway. 
if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you  hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry
if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one. 
if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them. 
none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine. 
actors are not their characters. They are people. Treat them like people. 
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What an idiot. Doesn’t every demon KNOW by now whose house this is?
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WEBSITES FOR WRITERS {masterpost}
E.A. Deverell - FREE worksheets (characters, world building, narrator, etc.) and paid courses;
Hiveword - Helps to research any topic to write about (has other resources, too);
BetaBooks - Share your draft with your beta reader (can be more than one), and see where they stopped reading, their comments, etc.;
Charlotte Dillon - Research links;
Writing realistic injuries - The title is pretty self-explanatory: while writing about an injury, take a look at this useful website;
One Stop for Writers - You guys... this website has literally everything we need: a) Description thesaurus collection, b) Character builder, c) Story maps, d) Scene maps & timelines, e) World building surveys, f) Worksheets, f) Tutorials, and much more! Although it has a paid plan ($90/year | $50/6 months | $9/month), you can still get a 2-week FREE trial;
One Stop for Writers Roadmap - It has many tips for you, divided into three different topics: a) How to plan a story, b) How to write a story, c) How to revise a story. The best thing about this? It's FREE!
Story Structure Database - The Story Structure Database is an archive of books and movies, recording all their major plot points;
National Centre for Writing - FREE worksheets and writing courses. Has also paid courses;
Penguin Random House - Has some writing contests and great opportunities;
Crime Reads - Get inspired before writing a crime scene;
The Creative Academy for Writers - "Writers helping writers along every step of the path to publication." It's FREE and has ZOOM writing rooms;
Reedsy - "A trusted place to learn how to successfully publish your book" It has many tips, and tools (generators), contests, prompts lists, etc. FREE;
QueryTracker - Find agents for your books (personally, I've never used this before, but I thought I should feature it here);
Pacemaker - Track your goals (example: Write 50K words - then, everytime you write, you track the number of the words, and it will make a graphic for you with your progress). It's FREE but has a paid plan;
Save the Cat! - The blog of the most known storytelling method. You can find posts, sheets, a software (student discount - 70%), and other things;
I hope this is helpful for you!
(Also, check my blog if you want to!)
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Oh man, this was beautifully written 😭
In the Shadow of a Church
Pairing: None
Words: 745
Summary: Sam likes graveyards.
Warnings: 15x20 Spoilers, Canonical MCD
A/N: This is the first fic in a whole collection I will be writing for @spnovember. They will post at 6pm my time. Also, not all of these will be this long, seeing as I'm trying to write 30 fics in addition to the usual stuff. So. Be prepared for a lot of drabbles, lol. Also also, I left Dean's death date blank bc. Well. We don't KNOW what it is, so use your imagination!
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Sam has always been fascinated by graveyards.
He picks his way along the leaf strewn path of this one, the shadow of the church blocking out any warmth the sun could provide to the chilly autumn air. His backpack hangs from one shoulder. He told Dean he was going to the library and he is. He’s just
 taking a detour.
Sam’s eyes skip from one stone to the next, taking in names and numbers and mentally keeping track of them. They’re not in any particular order but he’s gotten pretty good at this.
1825, 1843, 1812

Leaves crunch under his sneakers as he nears the back corner of the graveyard. The numbers are getting lower, which means he’s getting close.
1806, 1806, 1804

1802.
Sam stops in front of the stone and crouches to examine it. The numbers are barely visible through the grime of the years. He pulls his sleeve down over his hand and rubs until he can read the name.
Paulette Michel.
French, which makes sense for this area of Ohio. Sam traces the letters of her name with his fingertips and wonders who she was. She was fifty when she died, just a year before Ohio was made a state. He sits back and examines the stone beside hers. Abraham Michel. Her husband? Her brother? It doesn’t say, so probably a brother.
“Sammy?”
Sam’s head snaps up at the sound of his own brother’s call. He can see Dean standing at the base of the library steps across the street. Shit.
“Sam!”
Dean’s pulling out all the stops now, digging deep in his chest to make the word carry, and Sam is on his feet before Dean can yell again.
“Over here!”
Dean meets him at the low fence surrounding the graveyard, grumbling and scolding before Sam’s even reached him. Sam can hear the undertone of relief in his brother’s voice and he allows himself to be tucked against Dean’s side, nodding and murmuring his apologies. After a few blocks, though, Dean sighs and ruffles Sam’s hair.
“What year?” Dean asks.
Sam grins.
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The habit continues as Sam gets older. After someone tells him that the last time a person dies is when their name is forgotten, he starts writing down the names. Birth dates, locations, death dates, epitaphs, even the occasional sketch of a stone. Maybe he’ll be enough to keep them alive, in some way?
The first time he loses one of these journals in the rush to pack up and leave town, he hides his tears in the worn out backseat blanket and stares out the window at the dark countryside passing by. He learned at an early age that things are just that - things. John wouldn’t turn around for the beloved stuffed giraffe that lay forgotten on a shitty motel couch. He won’t turn around for a book of dead people’s names.
That doesn’t stop Sam, though. He finds a new notebook, a nice faux leather one from the clearance section at Walmart, and starts over and this time, he’s extra careful to hang on to it. It comes with him from town to town, motel to motel, and, eventually, to Stanford.
Palo Alto has three graveyards for Sam to work his way through in his free time between classes and studying. He takes his time with each, even doing a little digging on the names. Even after he’s found the oldest stone in them, though, he continues to visit. Brady teases him for it and Jess, when she comes along, thinks it’s strange but she still drives Sam to the graveyard and walks with him while he tells her the stories of the people he’s learned about.
After she dies, he doesn’t visit a graveyard for a year unless it’s for a hunt and he doesn’t look for the oldest grave in any of them until Dean sets down his camping lantern beside the wall of an ancient church, points at Sam with his shovel, and says “Find me the oldest one.”
He picks up the habit again after that and he doesn’t stop until he starts his own graveyard, burying a dark wood box in the shadow of a church built to the knowledge of the supernatural world. His cheeks end up streaked with mud when he wipes at his cheeks with dirty hands and pats down the soil over what remains of his big brother.
Dean Winchester
January 24, 1973 - _____ __, 2021
Brother
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