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Sam's skin blooming with bruises, from soft yellow to blackberry purple.
his face burnt with embarrassment, but Dean ssshht him through it, whispered “relax, baby” making it none the better.
continue on AO3
Juicy June Challenge by @thepromptfoundry, prompt: blackberry
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"Home Is Where He Is"
Fic and art by me! @xpurdyglambertx
Written for the @spnfanficpond 's Secret Santa exchange for @ani-coolgirl !
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3.8k
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Summary: Holidays always stir up memories, and that's no different for Dean Winchester. With Sam gone in Palo Alto, Dean finds himself missing Sam increasingly more as Christmas nears and winds up drunk and parked out in front of his brother's apartment on Christmas Eve.
Dean takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before he does something he'll regret. He's here to see Sam, to make things right. But the longer he walks through this foreign place, the more he feels like an intruder. Then, as he circles back to the couch, his gaze settles on a worn sweatshirt draped across the back of it. It's Sam's, the fabric threadbare and softened with use. A lump forms in Dean's throat as he picks it up, burying his face in the soft material. It still smells like Sam: that subtle mix of sweat and that damn shampoo his brother uses. Memories flood back: the feeling of those same clothes clinging to Sam's body, skin on skin in the back of the Impala. Dean's heart aches, longing for those moments. He clutches the sweatshirt to his chest, as if clinging to a piece of Sam's presence could erase all of the pain.
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being a top dean person is really tiring in this fandom
would like to thank my fellow top dean lovers (weirdcest especially) for not making me go insane.
Dean Winchester would never botto-- Well, wait, he would never bottom for you or any random chap out there, he is, in fact, the most dominant top you could dream of; however, he is on all fours NAKED as soon as he sees that glint in Sammy's eyes.
So to sun it up; sammy-sexual Dean Winchester bottoms for Sammy's dick, his fist, any object Sammy would want to see inside his brother. And that's all I need to know about them and their brotherly dynamic.
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there are two wolves inside him. one wants to worship sam's hole. the other wants to destroy it. they're both winning.
ride me, all night long
Cas bounced up and down again on Dean’s dick and Dean’s eyes crossed. He was moving so fast, Dean was practically just laying on the mattress while Cas worked himself. The drag of Cas’s ass, up and down, how he trembled and rolled his hips—it all had Dean holding on for dear life. His balls were tightening, his dick feeling like it was about to explode. Cas’s hard dick smacked onto Dean’s stomach with every bounce, a red mark growing brighter and bigger. Dean whined and grabbed onto Cas’s hips weakly, trying to gain some control of the situation.
Castiel is a storm cloud angel, built for filling clouds and sleeping. His life gets flipped upside down when demons kidnap him from the Heavens and sell him to a human named Dean Winchester.
Mostly just a lot of piss and smut. Some plot, but not a lot
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