you cannot escape the wrath of winchester feels.

kansaskissedlips:

Dean’s in his room after a shower, getting dressed. He assumed Sam was out since his brother was no where to be found when he climbed in the shower. Dean paused as he dug through his dresser, stopping when finding a pair of bright red silk panties. He was alone, right? What would it hurt? It’d been awhile since he had a chance to wear them. Sliding them on, Dean stayed there, groaning to himself at the feeling of silk against his cock and damn if it didn’t turn him on. Shamelessly he took advantage of the feeling, rubbing himself through the panties and groaning softly to himself.

There was a cough that threw him off completely. Jumping, he turned around and immediately turned a matching shade of red at being caught not only wearing the panties he’d tried so hard to hide, but the fact Sam caught him rubbing himself with them on.

Sam smirked that shit eating grin as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. A brow raising as he gazed on his brother. “So this is what you do when I’m not home…”

Dean was turning even redder, quickly moving to pull them off until he caught sight of something. The fact his brother was sporting an obvious hard on. “Oh no. Keep them on.” Sam murmured as he stepped forward towards him. “Been dying to see you in those since I found them.”

kansaskissedlips:

“Open them.”Dean growled, towering over Sam as he leaned back against the pillows. His hazel eyes were wide and bright as he stared at his older brother, gently stroking himself to full erection.

“Spread your legs for me,Sam.”He repeated, the command far more evident.Sam blushed softly and spread his legs, allowing Dean full view of the vibrant purple panties beneath the plaid schoolgirl skirt hiked up around his waist.His cock was straining against the fabric and already a damp spot was appearing near the head.

The elder’s lips twisted into a smirk.”So pretty, baby. Look at you.” 

Dean gripped one of Sam’s legs behind the knee and lifted it high, giving himself a better view and causing his brother’s baby pink kitten heel to point skyward. Sam whimpered softly, biting his lip.

“C’mon Dean….C’mon…fuck me already…” He was whining, he knew, but he didn’t care. Dean had been teasing him all night, since he’d been forced into the stupid uniform while he made dinner, and while they sat and watched crap TV, and again after his shower.

“You need it, babe, don’t you?”Dean purred, nuzzling his cheek against the inside of Sam’s thigh, still holding his leg aloft.

“Please…”

Dean pulled the panties to the side and rubbed a long finger over Sam’s already prepped hole. He chuckled softly to himself. Sammy was SUCH a good boy for him. Sam whimpered again and tried to lift his leg higher, causing muscles and tendons to tighten and even better definer themselves.

Dean teased his brother a little more, sticking one and then two fingers inside the slick passage and stroking a few times, before he drew them away. Sam moaned in disappointment, but was soon soothed by the feeling of Dean’s cock spreading him wide, stretching and filling him perfectly.

“That’s my good little whore.”Dean murmured as he began to thrust.

“Always.”Sam replied breathlessly.”Always a good boy for you…”

jimmynovaks:

I don’t know who will be reading these pieces of paper.

Dean—if, by some sick cosmic joke, I bit the dust before you, and it’s you holding these pages—then this is for you. If we both go out together, if it’s you, Cas, reading this, then this is for you. If all three of us are gone, as I almost hope we will be, and if you’re a friend or a total stranger trying to decipher my crappy handwriting, then this, I suppose, is for you.

What I do know is that regardless of who you are, by now, I’m dead. I’ll have hidden this well enough. Hidden, because as it stands right now, these are things I can’t say. So I’m leaving them behind, for whoever, for whenever I finally go for good.

I feel like I need to explain myself.

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kansaskissedlips:

carryonthefamilybusiness:

kansaskissedlips:

And Dean can tell that it’s hurting Sam a bit - so he doesn’t move - just keeps still behind him, increasing the strokes on Sam’s cock instead to distract him. “Sorry,” he murmurs against Sam’s neck, kissing lightly at the spot. “You know I don’t ever want to hurt you when we do this.” He continues to keep still, kissing Sam’s skin all over, sensitizing those areas as he waits for his brother to adjust to his girth.

He moves his other hand down over Sam’s belly, skirting across his navel, teasing a little at the hair there, lips still on Sam’s neck. He’s marking him up pretty good - little red hickeys all over the area. He moves his head down, bites at Sam’s shoulders, too.

“Just move when you’re ready, alright?” he says softly, and his voice has taken on a more tender element. It’s honestly hard to stay mad at Sam when they’re wrapped up like this - so close and so intimate. And he’s glad that Sam trusts him - he wouldn’t ever want to break it. So he murmurs a few things into Sam’s skin, increases the pressure around Sam’s cock, and strokes him while he waits.

His mind focused on everything except the pressure inside him. At least the best he could. It was hard to ignore it when someone was buried completely inside you. Sam breathed slowly, forcing himself to relax around his brother. “It’s fine.” He breathed, accepting the apology without a second thought to it. Honestly at that point Sam wasn’t even exactly sure what the fighting was about before he’d pulled the asshole move.

It didn’t take long for the pain to subside enough that it was bearable. And honestly, he enjoyed the pain. At least when it wasn’t radiating throughout his whole body. A smirk tugged at his lips as he pressed his hips forward into Dean’s hand to get more out of the touches. When he pressed back into his brother a silent moan broke through his lips.

“Just fuck me already, De.” He pleaded quietly. One hand had moved away from the wall, moving back to press his fingers through the wet short locks of hair and gripping onto it for some type of leverage. “Fuck me good and hard, big brother. Just like you wanted to.”

“Good boy,” Dean coos softly, feeling Sam finally start to relax against him - even moving a little bit. He kisses him again, licking along his jaw line, and when Sam moves back against him, he takes that as his cue. He sighs softly when the fingers touch his hair, and then he’s moving his body against Sam’s.

He starts slow, of course - he knows first hand that’s a bit overwhelming to be pounded into straight off - so he he just tilts his hips forward, rocking them, and then back, building up a steady rhythm. He keeps the pressure on Sam’s cock, too, as he increases the speed and force of his thrusts.

And it isn’t long until he’s actually fucking Sam against the tile, grunting softly into his ear, telling him dirty things. “Take it so good, Sammy - such a good boy for my cock, huh? Jesus, sweetheart - look at you. So fucking beautiful.” He reaches, turns Sam’s head so he can kiss him hard and full, moaning softly into his mouth.

coffeeisoxygen:

Dean goes to Sam’s room in the morning to tell him he’s making breakfast and ask if he’s got any requests, only to stop cold as he sees his little brother busy packing up all of his stuff.

“What’s this?” Dean asks, an attempt at a smile failing epically.

Sam looks up from his duffel. “Uh…”

“What, are you leaving?” Dean can’t keep the disbelief nor the panic out of his voice.

Sam looks terrified for a moment, but it’s nothing compared to the horror coiling deep in the pit of Dean’s stomach, and he feels like he might throw up. It sure looks like he’s leaving, his walls are stripped bare of all it’s decorations and Sam’s books have all been packed.

“Uh…”, Sam says again, swallowing, “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“Why?”

Dean is completely thrown off when Sam suddenly flashes an evil grin.

“Because, Dean, I have been through enough in my life, okay. I can’t keep being scarred for life.”

Dean’s about to ask what exactly it is he’s talking about, but Sam raises his voice to stop him before the first word is even out.

“So, I am taking my stuff and moving to the room farthest away from yours, and the ungodly noises coming from it, okay?”

It suddenly dawns on Dean what his brother is on about, and the relieved grin that spreads across his face is so wide it hurts. “Oh, come on, Sammy! We’re not that loud. “

Sam takes a moment to just stare at him, flashing bitchface no. 9. “Dean, this morning was the last straw. I cannot take another night, afternoon, evening or morning of hearing you two asshats get it on.” He puts his duffel over his shoulder and maneuvers past Dean, stopping in the doorway to add: “And I’d like eggs, please.”

Dean’s never laughed so hard in his life.

(via spnofficial)

theres-fan-fiction-to-be-read:

Title: Only When I Lose Myself
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Word count: 16,400
Summary: Jensen is an actor, Jared is just your average student. Due to persistent friends they end up in the same annoying nightclub. Who needs talking when there is attraction?

http://aythia.livejournal.com/56095.html

kansaskissedlips:

Well, Dean’s always known they were a little messy, a little fucked up, but he doesn’t care, especially when he’s kneeling between his fourteen year-old brother’s legs, taking his cock into his mouth, licking and sucking him like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

And Sam’s all for it, long fingers fisting in Dean’s slightly longish hair (he really needs a hair cut), twisting and pulling and begging. “You like this, Dean?” he growls, because he knows Dean’s triggers. “You like making your little brother come with your mouth?”

Dean groans, sucking tightly at the head now, gripping the back of Sam’s thighs. Of all places, they’re pressed up against Sam’s bedroom door, their father out for the night.

Sam whimpers, pumping his hips forward. “Want it, Dean. Want you to finally fuck me. Want you to come in my ass. It’s tight, Dean. I can barely get a finger in there. Would feel so good around your cock -“

And fuck, with Sam’s dirty talk?

Dean creams his jeans before he brings Sam off.

kansaskissedlips:

“Did you kiss her?” 

“Shut up, Dean.”

“Oh, so you didn’t kiss her?”

“I said shut up.”

“You seriously need to get laid soon.”

 Sam rolls over on his side and tries to shut out his brother. But where ignoring the stupid things that escapes Dean’s mouth is quite easy after all his years of practice, it’s harder to pretend that the hand sliding over his back isn’t affecting him. 

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kansaskissedlips:

Prompt: Kansas my dove, could you do me Boy King Sam with Dean and Ruby vying for his attention in bed? Many thanks!

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It’s simultaneous: Dean licks up one side of Sam’s body; and Ruby, the other, causing the young man to tremble lightly, skin slick with sweat and arousal, as he spreads his legs further apart - almost unconsciously. 

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