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Hey Abel. Can I have daddy!Jensen and kitten!Jared? Pretty please with an orgasm-denial on top? (;

Jensen took pleasure in many things.

Sheer virgin lace hugging slim thighs.

Pretty pink lips shiny with gloss.

Boys with petal soft skin and willowy limbs.

But what Jensen found the most pleasure in, was the boy kneeling between his legs, staring up at him with kaleidoscope eyes and glossy lips around his cock.

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Can you write similar fic to "Too Close" but with top!Jensen?

Jensen only cocked his eyebrow at his co-star’s sudden hostility over his phone. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Because quite frankly, I’ve never seen you so bent out of shape over me going through your phone, which–if you have forgotten–I’ve done multiple times without your permission and you’ve never damn near taken my head off over it.”

Jared ran his fingers through his chestnut strands, pulling at them slightly to try and relieve the anxiety inside of him that caused his entire body to tremble. After a little while, Jared suddenly stood.

“Just–Just stay out of my phone, okay?” Jared did not look at Jensen when he spoke. “We should head back–”

“We are not going anywhere until you sit your ass back down and tell me what’s going on with you,” Jensen demanded, pointing to the couch where Jared had been sitting.  

Jared started to move toward the door. “I don’t have anything to tell you–”

“Bullshit,” Jensen hissed and his hand lashed out, grabbing hold of Jared’s upper arm, forcing him to turn around and meet his co-star’s bright, angry pine gaze. “That’s complete bullshit and you know it, Jared.”

The anger Jared had felt before flared up inside his stomach, igniting his insides on fire. He clawed at Jensen’s vice iron grip on his arm. “It’s not! Let me go–”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong–”

“Fine! I fucked Stephen! Is that what you want to hear, Jen?” Jared snarled and the look that flitted across Jensen’s face was nothing short of surprised. “I. Fucked. Ste–”

Jensen’s hot mouth collided with Jared’s, silencing him. Fingers twisted at the base of his neck, pulling at his hair. The friction between their mouths, teeth, tongues was ignited into flames by the anger that both of them had burning inside of them.

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Could you write something where Jensen took Jared back stage after this: casisanidjit(.)tumblr(.)com/post/137521785645/i-love-them-so-much-omfg and tanned his ass nice and good with that belt and then fuck him hard...(top-dom!Jensen,anal,Jared POV), please?

Jared had only meant it as an innocent joke.

During conventions, up on stage with the bright house lights and the fans screaming and pinning for their attention, it was easy for them both to get swept up in an ocean of foolish behavior or a riptide of jokes that were far more than suggestive.

And sometimes, those jokes push boundaries that were never meant to be pushed.

At least…not in public.

The moment Jensen had taken Jared’s belt into his hands, the muscles in his forearms flexing and tensing as he pulled hard at the ends of the belt so that a loud, thick snap of leather on leather could be heard. The look in which Jensen had given him afterwards–at first–seemed to be only a playful banter like usual. But when Jared had asked Jensen to “be his Christian Grey”, there was a dark glimmer in the pine irises of Jensen’s eyes and Jared quickly learned that Jensen had taken it rather seriously.

“Jen!” Jared hissed after he found himself locked in a small utility closet right after the panel. With Jensen. “We’re going to get caught.”

Jared’s back was pinned against the cold, white painted brick wall, the lower half of his spine curved away from the wall and toward Jensen, who was currently unbuttoning his jeans. Jensen tilted his chin up slightly at Jared, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth and the same dark glint he had seen on stage was still present in his eyes.

“Not if you’re too loud,” Jensen replied.

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Can you do a wincesty-top Sammy-daddy kink kinda thing. Where Dean gets lost in the woods or something nerve wrecking and Sam takes care of him and calls him baby a lot and Dean acts like he hates it but secretly loves it? Thannnkkkk Youuu :D

Only Sam could make Dean feel so small–at least physically.

Him.

Dean Winchester: the man who rescued his baby brother from a burning house, the man who sold his soul for Sammy, the man who killed Azazel with a single bullet and the man who went to hell and back for his little brother.  

All of these petrifying things and more and yet it was his baby brother that made him feel so infinitesimal.

Sitting in the front seat of the Impala, Dean was nestled in between Sam’s long legs, his back pressed against his younger brother’s broad chest. His chin was tilted up toward the ceiling and he stared silently at the fabric lining.

It had taken Sam a long time to convince Dean to pull over into an empty lot. And even longer still to convince him to allow his brother to comfort him.

“Dean,” Sam said softly, a concerned edge to his tone.

His arms were wrapped underneath Dean’s arms and his folded hands were resting against his clothed stomach. Dean could feel one of his brother’s thumbs rub slowly against his stomach in a motion that was meant to be soothing. It was anything but when the irritability settled in his lower gut.

“If you ask me again, I am going to fill this space full of uppercuts,” Dean warned.

He knew exactly what Sam wanted because he hadn’t stopped asking him since he got back from Hell. Opening up about their emotions was Sam’s thing, not his. Even if it was, Dean couldn’t bring himself to talk openly about Hell–nor did a part of him ever want to.

It would be better to keep his memories, his feelings–everything–hidden away and to himself.

Dean could feel Sam’s chest expand before he heard the loud sigh from behind him.

“Fine,” Sam resigned at last, although the tone of his voice proved that it was not truly fine but he had learned better than to press this issue with Dean. “Then at least let me take care of you.”

“Sam. I’m not really in the–”

His words were choked off as he felt his brother’s teeth glide across the shell of his ear, temporarily stunning him into silence. Whether Dean was not in the mood before, he certainly was now as he felt the hot coil of arousal twist and burn in his lower abdomen.

“–the mood,” Dean finished in a breathy huff.

The deep, throaty vibration of Sam’s chuckle caused the white hot arousal to sink into Dean’s inner thighs. Hands that were once folded, slowly spread apart and one hand slid down his stomach. Sam’s fingers brushed against the expanse of flesh underneath the waistband of his brother’s jeans–the only span of skin that separated his little brother’s wandering hand from his already throbbing cock.

“It’s okay, Dean,” Sam breathed into his brother’s ear, the thickly sweet warmth of his voice causing Dean’s breath to hitch. “Just let me take care of you, baby.”

Dean found his eyes rolling at his brother’s expense. He could pretend that he was annoyed by Sam calling him something as menial as “baby” but a part of him–a secret part–kind of liked it. Hell. Sam could call him whatever he liked with that tone of voice he was using.

Sam’s hand slipped underneath the waistband of his jeans. His fingers wrapped around Dean’s aching cock, the heated skin meeting the cool of his brother’s fingers–sending a shivering sensation down the older Winchester’s spinal column. That feeling mixed with arousal caused his breath to hitch again.

Dean tossed his head back, exposing the curve of his throat as he whimpered, “Sammy.”

His eyes were closed and his fingers gripped at the edge of Baby’s leather seat. He relished in the feeling of his little brother’s hand on his cock and in the comfort of his brother’s close presence.

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Part 1 Alpha top Jensen/Omega bottom JaredCould you do a clueless Omega Jared? He has no idea of ABO's or their lifestyles, he's heard of them but doesn’t care or pay mind.

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Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, darlin’. But here is the end result. -Whispers- I have never done an ABO-related fic before. So this was a learning experience.

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Jared couldn’t breathe.

The room had grown hot and thick with all the silence around him. The tension in the air could be cut with the metaphorical knife. Heat creeped up his neck, causing his cheeks to grow hot–from anger or embarrassment–or perhaps both–he was not quite sure.

On top of the heat, a chill had slowly trickled down from the top of his spine down, chilling each of the disks in his back and he began to wonder how he could be hot and cold all at the same time.

The odd combination caused gooseflesh to rise on the skin beneath his clothes, the hair on the back of his neck rising. The room around him started to spin. Colors and shapes all blended together. Faces and bodies distorted. It was like he was staring through a kaleidoscope and it was making him sick.

The only thing–person–who was not spinning or distorting, was the man a few feet from him. His pine green eyes had not left his own hazel stare. The surety in his eyes at what he had just said left Jared’s stomach to churn and knot.

Jared was not certain of anything at that point, but what he was sure of, was that he needed to get out of there.  

Before he suffocated.

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*holds large sign* Abel, go to Prom(pt) with me? (Also on sign): win/weecest Bottom Sam, top/ dom Dean Orgasm denial, cock rings Coming untouched (if Dean lets him at all) Loud needy whimpering Sam posessive Dean Extra: sounding, slit play ♡♡ 8[]==D

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Author’s Note: That’s a tall order, Nonnie. But oh how I love the way your dirty little mind works.

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The scent of sex was so palpable in the air, that Sam could almost taste the salt from the sweat on his upper lip and the sweetness of his brother’s cum on his tongue. His mouth was swollen and red and sore–not only from the bruising kisses that Dean pressed against him with his own mouth–and Sam’s teeth left a near permanent mark in his bottom lip from biting down for so long.

The muscles in his arms trembled and he had to lock his elbows to keep his arms from giving in to the fatigue that was simultaneously affected all of his muscles in his body–the fatigue reaching so deep as to touch his bones. His shoulders and his neck ached from his hunched over position but each time he had tried to relieve the tension in his muscles, Dean would grab a fist full of his hair and pull his head back, choking off the whimper or moan that would crawl out of his throat.

It wasn’t just his muscles in his arms and back and neck that ached, but his cock too which was not only the result of the tight ring that was placed around the base but it was also from the strong urge–need–to come. Each time he had been slightly pushed over the edge, Dean would quickly still his hips, waiting for Sam to calm back down before he’d thrust into him again.

It was becoming unbearable.

Sam reached down between his spread legs to take hold of aching cock. He was only able to get in two jerks before his brother’s hips suddenly stilled and Sam immediately regretted his decision.

“Samuel,” Dean warned, his voice a low growl. “Keep your hands where I can see them.”

Sam groaned and moved his arm back up to the same position as before. With an open palm, fingers splayed across the middle of Sam’s shoulder blades, Dean roughly shoved his little brother into the mattress. Whimpering, Sam stretched out his arms above his head, releasing the tension in his muscles.

Dean’s hand returned to Sam’s hips, where his nails dug into his hipbones. His brother suddenly slid all the way out of him and Sam tried to push his hips back onto his big brother’s cock, but the grip Dean had one his hips felt like iron.

“Dean, please,” Sam whined, his voice breathy and pitching.

A strangled moan came from his throat when he felt Dean’s heated cock slid between his ass cheeks, teasing his hole. Sam tried once again to move his hips back, but his brother’s grip was bruising.

“Dean,” Sam whimpered, writhing beneath his big brother. “Please.”

“Please what?” Dean asked as he continued to slowly grind his cock against his little brother. Unintelligible sounds came from Sam instead of the words Dean wanted to hear and he stilled his hips completely. “Use your words, Samuel.”

“Dean. Please.” Sam squirmed beneath him. “Please let me come.”

Those were the words his brother was looking for and Dean began to slowly rut himself against Sam. “You’re either going to come on my cock or not at all. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” Sam breathed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir,” Sam whimpered and his fingers twisted in the sheets.

With a single thrust, Dean buried his cock deep in the velvety heat of his brother. Sam cried out, his moan muffled by the sheets. As he neared another orgasm, Dean suddenly stilled his hips again, eliciting a whine from Sam’s throat as his brother denied his need to come. Again.

“Buckle in, sweetheart. It’s going to be a long night,” Dean said and he leaned down, his lips pressed against his little brother’s ear. “Maybe you’ll think twice before touching your cock without my permission.”

Sam whimpered and prepared himself for the long night ahead.

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sam in s11 so far

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Sam’s fingers were growing numb.

The rope that was tied around his wrists were so tight, that he could feel the blood pooling at the top of his wrists—the pressure keeping the blood from flowing through his hands and fingers. His ankles were in the same state; numb, cold, the rope causing his skin to rub raw. Even though his hands and feet were growing cold, the rest of his body felt like there was fire burning in his veins as sweat glistened against his skin.

A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his temple as he focused to keep himself from lying flat against the cool mattress below him, using his forehead, his shoulders, and the muscles in his lower back to keep himself in the same position Dean had put him in; his face pressed into the mattress while his ass was propped up into the air.

Sam twisted his wrists in the rope as he waited anxiously for Dean to do something. He could feel his brother’s presence behind him but Dean had not touched him. His heart leapt into his throat when he felt Dean tug on each of the ropes that lead from each of his ankles down to the metal legs underneath the hotel bedframe, pulling the ropes taut.

Then a moment later, came Dean’s fingers against the back of Sam’s left leg, his calloused fingertips trailing as lightly as a wisp of air against his skin. The farther his brother trailed his fingers up his leg, the harder the blood pumped through his veins, causing a violent shudder to pass through him and it left Sam short of breath.

Sam heard the sharp snap of Dean’s fingers against his left ass cheek before he felt the sting that followed afterward.

“Fuck,” Sam hissed through his teeth, clenching his jaw against the subtle aching pain.

He jerked forward–another profane word slipping passed his lips as Dean’s fingers and open palm smacked Sam’s bare flesh—but he did not move far before Dean grabbed hold of the rope around his brother’s wrists and pulled him back. Dean drug Sam back until he was kneeling upright—for only a split second—before his big brother continued to pull him farther and farther back. The sudden thought of falling scratched at the back of Sam’s mind and he tensed the muscles in his back to keep himself from falling until he heard a voice in his ear, turning all his rigid muscles to useless sinews of flesh.

“I got you, Sammy,” Dean said, his lips against the shell of Sam’s ear. The tone in his voice was low and dark and it sent a delicious heat through his little brother, causing another shudder to pass through Sam. “I got you.”

Sam opened his mouth to respond to his brother, but no intelligible words came. Instead, a pitching moan escaped from his throat as he felt Dean’s free hand reach around and grip his aching cock. With each slow drag of Dean’s calloused hand against his overly sensitive flesh, breathy whimpers came from Sam. He was thankful then that Dean allowed him to lean his weight against his chest, because if it had not been for his brother standing behind him like a brick wall, Sam would have surely crumbled to the floor in a whimpering mess—as if he wasn’t a mess already; a beautiful, whimpering, writhing mess.

Sam could feel himself nearing the edge of an orgasm, the hot coil of arousal in his stomach twisting. He gave a small whimper of protest when Dean suddenly removed his hand from around his cock, bring his free hand up to grip tightly at Sam’s throat, his brother’s long fingers digging bruises into his jawline.

Dean’s tongue blazed a hot, wet trail against the shell of Sam’s ear and he pressed his lips against his brother’s ear once more. “Hold on, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

Sam was then pushed roughly back down onto the mattress, his face pressed into the cool sheets. He gasped as he felt Dean rake his fingernails possessively down his spine, his body slithering down as he followed his own hand. His hand stopped to grab a fist full of Sam’s hair and with a twist of his wrist, he turned Sam’s face so that he could look at his brother from the corner of his vision.

The smile on Dean’s face was equally terrifying as it was arousing. Dean leaned in again as if he was going to whisper a secret into his brother’s ear but instead he kissed the side of Sam’s temple before saying into his brother’s flesh:

“I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name. Until the only name you know is mine.”

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So uh... Netflix did a thing.

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I was tagged by @so-much-pie

Using only song titles from one artist, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people and try not to repeat song titles.

My artist: Imagine Dragons

What is your gender?: Selene

Describe yourself: Underdog

How do you feel?: On Top Of The World

Describe where you currently live: America

If you could go anywhere, where would it be?: Amsterdam

Your favorite form of transportation: Tiptoe

Your best friend: I Bet My Life

You and your best friend are: Demons

Favorite time of day?: Every Night

If your life was a TV show, what would the title be?: Smoke and Mirrors

What is life to you?: The Uknown

Your relationship?: I’m So Sorry

Your fear?: Bleeding Out

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Please take my money and give me the tickets right the fuck now!

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he is mine & you cannot have him;

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