Guys Please Give Me Random Fucking Asks. Literally Anything, I'm Absolutely Bored Out Of My Mind Bc For

guys please give me random fucking asks. literally anything, I'm absolutely bored out of my mind bc for some reason my stupid fucking brain is broken and doesn't want to do anything while simultaneously begging to do literally anything.

anyway thanks :)

"can mutuals DM you?" Is this a joke, I'd rub up on some of them like a cat.

yay!!

I will accept any tips/constructive criticism!! also I apologize for the rushed sort of vibe, I wrote it in like 20 minutes lmao

here's the link for AO3: Sam and Dean's first time, Ft. the Impala

and here's the oneshot itself:

Town of Nowheresville, USA.

Sam and Dean just finished up a case, and are heading back to the motel. It was a close one, and Dean had thought he was going to lose sammy. He had been fine, of course, but he still needed the comfort of knowing his baby was okay. Dean reaches over to grip Sam’s thigh, needing the assurance that he was there and everything was fine.

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Sam felt his cock harden at the pressure on his thigh. He readjusted his position in the Impala, so Dean wouldn't notice. He saw Dean's eyes flicker over and lost all hope he had.

“You can't hide that from me, baby bro. It's just a natural reaction. Nothing to be ashamed of.” Dean said. He gripped his thigh harder. Dean’s face showed no sign of emotion.

Sam thought through his emotions, and decided to go all in. He couldn't help it anymore.

“But… What if it's not something I want to hide?” Sam said, almost shyly. He knew the risks. His brother might be disgusted, and never want to speak to him again. He might just shoot him right on the spot, seeing how perverted his baby brother was.

Dean’s expression changed into shock, and then hunger. He growled and went further up his thigh, up, up, up. Seeing his Brother squirm… Well, he shouldn't like it. But he does.

“Dean… what are- oh god,” Sam sighed. He knew he shouldn't want this, not at all. It

wasn't right. He felt his cock strain against his jeans, still bloody from the hunt.

Sam unintentionally bucked his hips against his brother’s hand, almost begging him to go faster, harder, something more than this flimsy friction with the jeans in the way.

“Ah ah ah, sammy. I need to hear the words. Tell me that you want this. Tell me that you need this. I need to hear it, before i… taint you.” Dean said, almost emotionally, but with a slightly dominant tone.

“Yes, god, yes Dean. I've wanted this for so long, but I never expected it to happen. I never thought you'd feel the same way. I thought, maybe once… But it doesn't matter. Yes, dean. Please. Give me what I need.” Sam whined. He knew it was humiliating, but the begging… it really turned him on.

“Fuck, sammy.” Dean said under his breath. “I've wanted this since you left for Stanford. I was so close to asking then, but it wasn't worth ruining our relationship for this.”

“God, Dean. I knew there was something. I saw it in the way you looked at me.” He bucked again, getting impatient now.

Sam reached down and unzipped himself, and let his cock spring free. He wasn't small by any means, but when he had fantasized about Dean, Dean was always bigger. Dean gripped him and started stroking gently.

Sam’s head fell back and his mouth lolled open, letting out a short whine-moan. He knew fully what his noises would do to Dean.

Dean took his hand away for a short moment, and Sam whined. Dean spit on it, and went back to stroking Sammy's cock. Harder this time, and faster. He wanted to feel Sammy’s cum dripping down his fingers. He wanted to taste him.

Sammy bucked against his hand, knowing Dean was strong enough to handle it.

Sam felt himself coming closer and closer to climax, building and growing nearer.

“Dean- I’m-...” Sam stammered. He felt his cock twitch and he came all over Dean’s hand. “I’m- I’m so sorry dean, I-” He started.

“Sammy baby, you think I didn't know what I was doing?” Dean reached up to his mouth with his cum-covered hand and licked slowly all the way up, across his palm, and to his fingertip. It may have been the hottest thing Sam had ever seen. Just at that moment, they pulled into the motel they had been staying at.

Suddenly, Sam was all nerves. He knew his brother would never hurt him, but he was terrified of him disappointing Dean. He had been with men before, of course, but he had always been the dominant one. He never felt safe enough to explore his submissive side. But he knew he wanted to be with Dean like that. He wanted Dean to see his softer, more free side.

Dean grabbed a towel from the back, cleaned his Sammy up, and they both hurried inside, trying not to act too excited.

As soon as they were on the other side of the closed and locked door, Dean slammed Sam onto the wall and began kissing sloppily along his mouth, neck, jaw.

“God, Dean. Please don't stop. Oh fuck,” Sam moaned loudly. He felt his brother’s movements get more rushed, more focused.

Dean roved his hands over Sam’s body, unbuttoning, unzipping, untying. He never once broke his lips from Sam's body. He could still taste his brother’s seed, and it might be the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.

Sam broke the kisses and put his hands to Dean's face. He tilted his chin upward and just stared for a moment.

“Dean. I never expected this to… well… be real. I never thought you’d love me how I've loved you for years.” Sam said softly.

Dean just smiled. “Sammy. I've wanted you in every way, for so long. Of course I've been craving you like this.” He kissed Sammy again, and things began to heat up again.

“Fuck, dean.” Sam breathed, just as Dean guided him to his bed and pushed him downwards. He fell backwards and looked up at Dean, right as he reached down to touch Sam's cut cheekbone.

The cut had been bad enough that it was still bleeding, but nothing too much to worry about. He took two fingers and slid his fingers across the cut, scooping up the blood.

“Spread.” Dean commanded. Sam shivered at the dominance in his voice, and obeyed.

He laid all the way back and brought his legs up to dean’s waist, spreading as far as he could. The burn in his thighs felt good, stretching that far. Dean spread the blood all over Sam's hole. He felt himself clench as Dean slipped a finger inside and he moaned.

“Please, dean. I don't need prep. Just fuck me already,” sam begged.

“Oh, sammy. You're so tight for me. It's exhilarating, seeing how desperate you are to feel me inside you.” Dean hardened the rest of the way at the sight of his brother covered in blood, spread open for him and only him.

“Yes, Dean. P-Please. I need you inside me. I can’t wait any longer," Sammy whined at Dean. He needed his brother to fuck him. He needed all of him to be taken and ravaged by Dean. He had needed it for so long, and now that he was finally getting it, he couldn’t wait any more.

“Alright, sammy. Just be patient. I don't want to hurt you baby.” Dean shoved down his jeans and boxers and revealed what Sam had been long awaiting. And, of course, Sam’s fantasies had been right. He was a solid 9 inches, compared to Sam’s 6. His mouth watered at the sight of his brother standing over him, about to finally fuck him.

Dean lined up his cock with Sam's hole, and braced his hand against Sam's thigh. He slid in slowly, giving Sam time to adjust. He almost came right at the sensation of his little brother clenching around him.

Sam felt Dean enter him, and every time he thought it would stop he just kept going. He took his brother’s cock so perfectly, as if they were made to be together.

“Oh, fuck- dean- please-fu-” sammy stammered, feeling his brother pull out.

Without warning, Dean slammed back in fully. Sam moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear, though entirely in pleasure. The slight twinges of pain were never enough to hurt, and temporary enough to never matter.

Dean kept going at a steady pace, and seeing how Sam was writhing, he knew Sam was already about to cum.

Sam moaned loudly and arched his back, allowing Dean to hit deeper inside him. He felt himself building, getting closer. And he came crashing down, feeling his orgasm wrench through him and his cum squirting all over his chest. But Dean didn't stop.

“Dean, I- Please stop- i- i- fuck-” Sam sputtered. He didn't want the dean to stop, not at all. He felt himself already building toward climax again.

“Dean please- stop- i can't-” He begged, knowing fully he wanted Dean to keep going and never stop.

Dean licked up Sam’s chest, tasting his brother’s cum. He kissed Sam, and forced him to taste his own seed. Sam moaned at this, arching his back again. The combined stimulation of Dean riding him, and the taste of himself on his brother’s tongue was enough to push him over the edge again, spiraling through his head and through universes.

“Fuck, Sammy. I’m gonna cum-” Dean moaned at the sight of his brother working through his third orgasm of the night, and slammed harder into Sam. He was so close, so close, and- he came inside Sammy, grunting and moaning.

Dean laid down on Sam's chest, not bothering to pull out, and breathed deeply for several minutes. He rolled over to hold Sam, still not leaving his brother’s body, and they both promptly fell asleep, covered in each other’s seed, and closer than they had ever felt

~~ the end ~~

Notes:

This is my first-ever work! I really fucking hope I don't lose all will to write in the next several days.

guys I wrote wincest smut for the first time and idk if I should post it or not, what do y'all think? it's already up on Ao3 but I'm not sure whether I should post it here. y'all can decide!

(also this is my first ever work so keep that in mind!)

guys I wrote wincest smut for the first time and idk if I should post it or not, what do y'all think? it's already up on Ao3 but I'm not sure whether I should post it here. y'all can decide!

(also this is my first ever work so keep that in mind!)

also. there's an angel in the specific scene of the Psalter I'm talking about. the Gates of Hell scene. there's an angel laying in front of the gates, keeping it closed. Why do I feel like the writers just took the damn thing and thought "huh. let's make a show about this".

or even that they tied this in to show sam's genuine connection to Christ, or him being the Christ. The writers finding this coincidence and exploiting it, or knowing from the beginning.

Showing us that he (Sam) truly had been prophesied to exist since the 12th century. had been born, maybe to save the world a few times, but ultimately die. and maybe dean saved him from that, allowing him to live happily ever after. After all, the whole story of Jesus was about sacrifice, right?

I wanna know if Kripke named the brothers Winchester, after the Winchester Psalter. As in the ancient, --Closing The Gates Of Hell-- Winchester Psalter. bc I'm in an art history class and I noticed the names and the descriptions, and then I looked at the art. and I was like. what the fuck. some art history nerds pls tell me if I'm crazy for this or not.

don't make me say it.