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they say that your heart is the size of a fist

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from this strawpage request! [little sammy cooking something for his big brother bc he's too tired after a hunt 🥺]

he’s letting dean get his zzzs in <3

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dean was trying to get sam pregnant with his eyes.

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stella maris, cormac mccarthy

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How it feels to be in this fandom

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2.04

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Stuffed

Small thing of absolutely shameless smut with a pun title.

Happy Thanksgiving y'all ✌

Dildos, Overstim, Crying, Bottom!Sam, 500 word count.

"Wadda ya want, Sam? You have to beg for it."

" More." Sam pants. Whimpering and moaning around the "M" and the "er".

"You little slut. It's still not enough?"

Sam shakes his head, soaked hair flicking sweat across the tops of his shoulders. "When it's not you, it's never enough."

Sam's on his forearms and knees. Shaking legs spread as wide as possible. His cock is rigid, turgid, aching and straining up towards his abdomen, a vibe strapped to the underside of it, riding the fat vein.

They've been at this for hours now. His hole has been stretched by two Coke can thick dildos, their heads rotating, shafts vibrating within him, pressed tight against his prostate.

His cockhead is purple and practically weeping. But he still hasn't been able to come.

"Throatfuck me, Dean. It's got to be you. Nothing fucks me like you do. Stick your thumb down my slit, let me choke on your cock. Please, Dean. Please. Anything. Cum on the floor and let me lick it up if that's what you want just please-"

He shuffles forward, the rubber dicks swaying, jolting his insides as crawls to Dean and rubs his face across the hem of his jeans, his boots, groveling and fawning.

"-please just take care of me Dean. Jerk off on me, paint my face. Just touch me. PLEASE."

Dean reaches down, presses his thumb into the center of Sam's tongue. Hard.

"Suck on it, baby brother."

Sam comes so hard he falls over.

He nurses Dean's thumb like his life depends on it, but he's writhing on the floor, his limbs no longer able to keep him upright, streaked in his own sweat and cum, lube leaking out of his spasming asshole like a bitch in heat as the vibe against his cock takes past the pleasure of orgasm into overstimulated agony.

Dean jerks his free hand quickly over his own cock. He's been on the verge of busting in his pants since he'd worked that second toy into Sam's hot and sticky gape, so it doesn't take him long to gasp and jerk, spilling onto Sam's upturned face, cum mixing with the tears coating his cheeks.

He drags his thumb out, Sam being unwilling to let go and eventually releasing it with a pop, and kneels down.

Sam curls around his legs, arms fastened shakily behind his thighs. The toys are still doing a number on him. Every now and then his cock gives a weak jerk and spurt as the last dregs of cum and pleasure are stripped out of him.

He hiccups.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou."

He rubs his face across Dean's legs, smearing the mess, muffling his voice, kissing Dean's hand and thigh and penis. Anything his shaking mouth can reach.

"T-thank y-you-you."

Dean switches the vibe off, gently tugs one of the dildos out, the other sliding free of it's own accord, a gush of lube easing it's way.

"Anything for you, Sammy. Anything. You just have to ask."

[Ao3]

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there is something so beautiful about reading a fic from 2007. it’s like… oh. i was sitting in a first grade classroom learning how to add and subtract and you were writing a story online about the incest brothers going at it in a car. and now i’m reading it 17 years later as an adult in my living room in my apartment. we’ve always been here, always been the same, really. we’ve always wanted those guys to fuck nasty and tell each other so ❤️

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bottom 🫵

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the way that desire can make anything into a god.

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hey… brothers kissing, ok?

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there is something sexy about Dean kissing Sam right in front of people. Gladly taking what's his, and belongs to him. Sam blushing after, telling Dean not to risk it. But Dean doesn't care, he's hungry for his brother. Nothing will stop him from claiming what's his.

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dean was jerking sam off here

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i made this gif a while ago but now im deleting stuff so have it 🤲🏻

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dean keeping his arm draped behind sam in the pilot is so so so personal to me.. he just got sam back and he's going to let everyone know that he's his. the way he looks at him too are u kidding.. he wants to be physically connected to sam, he wants to be seen as someone so close to sam that he can touch him whenever he wants . this is boastful boyfriend behavior

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sam grew his hair out for his brother to pull it when they kiss and have sex. I rest my case. (headcanon)