i would sell my soul for certain fanfics to become movies
Dean would never admit it, but he actually really fucking loves sitting on Sam’s lap, his back to Sam’s chest, legs splayed out wide as his little brother thrusts up into him. Just like a giant rag doll for his brother to use and fill up, able to feel every one of Sam’s muscles working and the bite of teeth at the nape of his neck, able to hear every single little noise Sam makes as he works Dean down onto his cock, selfishly chasing his orgasm.
Dean grins, lazy and sated from his own orgasm, and turns his head to mouth at Sam’s clenched jaw, lick at his lip where it’s pulled back over his teeth, one arm curling up until he can lace his fingers through the sweat-damp hair at the base of Sam’s skull. “Gonna come for me, little brother?” he drawls, knows how hot Sam gets to hear Dean’s voice when it’s all fucked-out and low.
The Omega shivers, eyelids fluttering down as he feels Sam’s stomach tense, thighs twitching, the telltale pressure at his ass telling him Sam’s knot is going to swell up soon. He bites his lower lip, pulling Sam around to kiss him as the Alpha lets out a grunt, his arms shifting from wrapped around Dean’s chest to his hips, working him down harder onto Sam’s cock in short little jerks - and, fuck, the fact that he can just throw Dean around and manhandle him like he weighs nothing should really not turn him on as much as it does.
"Mm, fuck, Sammy, that’s it -." Dean’s voice is getting tight, his cock twitching and his insides clenching at the thought of getting Sam stuck in him. They almost never knot, but here at the bunker nothing’s going to bother them and no one’s around to need them for anything.
He lets his head roll back, resting heavy on Sam’s shoulder, and sighs heavily as Sam grunts again, teeth latching onto Dean’s shoulder and mouth sucking as he finally works his knot inside, swelling up huge inside of Dean and locking them together. A few seconds later, a few deliberate and fucking awesome rolls of Dean’s hips and Sam’s coming, his exhale shuddering out of his chest, one arm tightening around Dean’s shoulders and pulling him tight against Sam’s body.
Dean strokes along Sam’s arm with his free hand, waits patiently for his little brother to come back down and start using his big boy words again, more than just “Fuck” and “Dean" though those sound awfully pretty coming out of him too.
Sam nuzzles at his sweaty neck, kissing the mark he made on Dean’s shoulder. “Fuck, Dean,” he growls, and Dean laughs, the small jerks of his body make Sam moan as he shivers and shoots another load inside of his brother. “You felt so tight - almost thought I wasn’t gonna get in.”
Dean laughs again, stroking the hand through Sam’s hair and turning his head towards his little brother’s. “Never done it before,” he says simply, knowing it means a lot more than what he’s actually saying. Sam just grins at him, dimpled and glowing with satisfaction, so Dean considers it a job well-done.
"Wanna watch TV?" Sam suggests, even as he continues to go all octopus on Dean, making the Omega squirm to make it look like he’s not basking in the touch and cuddling (because fuck it he will not make it easy for Sam and go all mushy on him).
"Sure," Dean replies, prying himself away from Sam’s arms to reach for the remote before settling back down and pulling a blanket over them. Sam shifts so that they’re laying down and cuddles right up to Dean’s back, on leg wrapped around both of Dean’s and his arms holding him tightly, the blanket almost negligible because of Sam’s damn space-heater body, and Dean smirks to himself as he flicks the TV on. They both know they’ll be asleep in minutes - knotting takes a lot out of both of them.
Still, if when the knot goes down Dean rolls over so that he can bury his face in Sam’s chest, neither one of them are going to complain.
And an ass-butt of a New Year.
dude come to virginia I have cardboard boxes everywhere
Yeah I remember ages ago saying “I just call myself ‘greedy’ and be done with it” and that’s kind of how I live now. Like ‘Wow, they’re hot, they’re consenting, they’re awesome, hellz yeah let’s do this’ and it’s worked for me so far.
Ah no I get that - I phrased it badly is all I think.
Yeah I knew about the first one there, the same and one other gender, and that’s how I would describe it, but to my knowledge I’ve never been with someone outside of the gender binary but I’ve been attracted to several within the entire spectrum, so I don’t think bi can apply to me anymore because I’ve been attracted to more than two, which would make it pan, right?
I’m just literally going by the latin terminology so yes I’m aware bi people can be attracted to non-binary people I just don’t think I can say that and still be bi. My personal definition now is that I’m pan methinks.
I used to describe myself as bi but I think pan is more appropriate because bi was before I knew about non-binary people and I don’t think I can limit my attraction to two genders??? I don’t know though.
((Oh no thank you!!)) I like Hannibal yes, SPN (obvs), Game of Thrones yes I like that one too, the one with the dragons is Eragon (good book, full of tropes and stuff but I don’t wanna read the fourth one ‘cause then it will end ahhhhhh).
I don’t actually like pizza that much? I have to really be in the mood for it and I almost never am. And pls I don’t let me diabetes stop me from eating sugary stuff like I will eat all the icing in a huge pack of double stuffed oreos in a sitting lbr.
You got a lot right though!
The two sets of twins were forces to be reckoned with, it was obvious to anyone who had spent more than three seconds with the group. Dean and Michael were charming and charismatic, everyone’s friend and accepting and welcoming to anyone and everyone who crossed their paths. The Novak twins, Jimmy and Castiel, were brilliant - smart and cunning and capable of pulling off feats of ingenuity that had already gotten their names thrown around in big circles, straight out of high school and already receiving offers before they’d finished college.
But the four of them together were unstoppable. It was no secret. Between Dean’s ability to talk his way into any situation, Michael’s ability to connect and befriend people, Jimmy’s strategic skill and Castiel’s genius, the four of them were practically Gods of their world. They belonged together, in every sense of the word.
Dean raised an eyebrow and smirked around his beer as Jimmy and Michael finally came back from the bathroom, forty-five minutes after the four had taken a seat, Jimmy looking wonderfully disheveled and Michael’s eyes glowing with more than just the high of their recently-closed new business deal.
Castiel made a show of checking his watch, whistling low, and Dean laughed, leaning into the touch of his Alpha’s hand on his thigh. The scent of Jimmy’s lingering arousal all over his brother was similar enough to Castiel’s to make his own gut clench, but unlike those two animals he could control himself long enough to get back home.
Cas did look pretty fucking sexy right now though, damn.
"We ordered your food while you were away," Castiel said flatly, but flashed a grin at his brother, eyes raking over his sex-flushed cheeks and the little curls of hair around his temples and the nape of his neck.
"Cool," Michael said, scooting his chair closer and smiling at Dean. "What’d you get me?"
Dean leaned over, pulling Michael in so that he could rest their foreheads together. Fuck it, he was pleasantly buzzing from his beer and Castiel’s hand was warm on his thigh and he really liked the scent of Michael, slick-sweet and sweaty. “Hawaiian burger, of course. And waffle fries.”
Michael grinned, kissing the corner of Dean’s mouth before he pulled back. “Awesome.”
Castiel huffed, his hand tightening and running up Dean’s thigh in a way that made the Omega shiver, spreading his legs out a little wider under the table until their knees touched. He bit his lower lip, eyes ducking down when Castiel’s heated gaze swept over him, before the Alpha looked away again, seemingly unaffected by the stench of sex lingering on their brothers. “I got you a salad,” he lied to Jimmy, tone teasing.
The younger Alpha rolled his eyes. “Of course you did,” he muttered, poking Castiel’s cheek with the wine list and making the other Alpha bat him away irritably. Then, Jimmy’s grin widened, his eyes glowing much like his brother’s. “If you two need to go somewhere, by all means. We can watch the table for a while.”
Dean’s eyes darted to his mate, hopeful and eager, and Castiel smirked, shaking his head. “No,” he said, but his hand squeezed Dean’s thigh, reassuring and full of promise. “No, I think I’ll make you pay for making us wait by making Dean scream the house down later.”
Dean shivered, biting his lower lip again harder, shifting in place as he felt himself start to get wet. Fuck.
Jimmy raised an eyebrow, Alpha challenge making his smile sharp. “It’s a date.”
Michael’s blue-green eyes flashed over to Dean’s, Omega gold tinting their irises just enough to make their Alphas’ eyes darken in desire, and Dean leaned against his Alpha, rubbing his forehead against Castiel’s shoulder. “We can do that and go to the car now,” he whispered, just loud enough that the whole table would hear.
Castiel and Jimmy shared a smirk, Jimmy nodding in appreciation. “Eagerness runs in the family,” he said, earning a half-hearted slap from Michael and a reddening of the older Omega’s cheeks.
Castiel’s hand left Dean’s thigh, instead coming up to curl around the nape of his neck, stroking through his hair. “Yes, it does,” he said, sounding pleased about it as he turned his head and tilted Dean up for a chaste, warm kiss. “Luckily, patience runs in ours.”
Michael let out a soft, needy sound, shifting in place, and Jimmy cleared his throat. “When did you order our food, Cas?”
"About ten minutes ago."
"That’s enough time, right?" Michael’s voice was soft and hopeful and God, he reeks of slick. He might be going into Heat soon - Dean and Michael have never been in sync with theirs and frankly Dean loses track sometimes.
There was a pause, Dean unable to see his brother’s face or Jimmy’s because he was still kissing Castiel, his Alpha allowing Dean to lick and nip at his jaw and throat, knew he can use the excuse of Michael’s scent to cover up his own publicly inappropriate behaviour.
"You two are animals," Castiel chided, but then Dean heard chairs being scraped back and knew that Jimmy and Michael had probably left to go to the bathroom again and fuck each other senseless. "Can you wait until we get home?" the Alpha murmured, pulling Dean back just enough to see his face, that little concerned frown he gets pulling his brows together.
Dean grinned, nodding and blushing despite himself. “Yeah. Just keep touching me for a while, okay?”
Castiel smiled, kissing Dean again and giving a small nod of approval, before Dean sat back and took another long drink of beer to try and cool himself down. It was going to be a long night, but if he had learned anything about Castiel in the time they were together, it was that the Alpha never made promises he had no intention of keeping.
Dean was going to be made to scream the house down later. The Omega smirked; he couldn’t wait.
"This guy is a great dancer."
Best Moments: #39 - Bad Boys (2)
I can’t even walk in heels that high and I want them.
Jesus that looks gorgeous…. Would never take them off
spider!dean making awful christmas sweaters for cas, all of them in 50 shades of grey, coz you know, they are made from dean’s cobweb (✿◠‿◠)