Tag: nsfw

nolongerbrothers:

Title: It Had To Be You
Artist: apocalipskiss
Author: i_o_r_h_a_e_l
Fandom: RPS
Pairing(s): Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 12,296
Warnings: mpreg, bottom!Jensen
Summary: Jensen worked at a jewelry store. One day, one of the youngest US billionaires, owner of Padalecki Oil Ltd., and the most eligible bachelor, Jared Padalecki, stepped into his store. Padalecki wanted to buy an engagement ring. Rumor had it that he was getting engaged with the son of a foreign royalty and like any other gay men in the country, Jensen swooned at the idea of being hitched with a man as rich as Jared. He knew it was a mere dream, though. He’d never think it would really happen.
Notes: Draw for spn_reversebang, I hope everyone enjoy! And don’t forget to leave some love for my writer i_o_r_h_a_e_l! It’s nice to work with you, honey, thank you for picking my art and prompt.

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heysammy:

sam inviting dean into his body allowing him to take control over him while sam watches from the inside what his big brother is making him do to himself, deans voice being inside sams head telling him how much he loves him while they both feel sam coming

kayter:

 #He’s terrified of making sudden movements, terrified that thing will open it’s mouth and eat him up, and that’s all he’s got to worry about until the thing, it says, Dean hides a lot of things inside that dumb, pretty head of his. Sam doesn’t want to know what Dean hides, he tries to say, but God, he wants to know so damn bad he’d do anything for it. The thing comes up behind him, grins cocksure and condescending, leans down to whisper into Sam’s ear, Dean wants so many things, Sammy. Wouldn’t you like to know? Sam tries to shake his head, but it grabs his hair, yanks his head back so it can lick up his jaw. Dean wants to fuck you, baby boy, it says, so calm and collected like it isn’t setting fire to Sam’s insides, isn’t disrupting a system Sam had been perfecting for so long. He thinks about it all the time, it says, He thinks about it when you bend over to grab things, lean over to turn the light off. He thinks about it when you sit in that passenger seat, it kisses the side of his head, so gently it’s degrading, You take up all of his mind. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you left him. It grabs him by the hair again, forces him forward until he has to get up from the chair. It positions his handcuffed hands above his head and leans his body across the table, ass sticking out. Sam feels fear, cold panic, creep up his throat when it strokes slowly, almost kindly down his back, fingers catching at the knobs of his spine, dragging his jacket off until it hangs uselessly around his waist. Can’t blame him, it whispers like it’s a secret, and he makes his first noise of protest. It hushes him, says, Let’s put on a show, yeah? Wanna bring Dean in? Let him see himself taking what he’s wanted for so long? It’s poetic irony, Sammy. A while later, when Sam is screaming, screaming, screaming, it says, I love you, in Dean’s voice and Sam comes harder than he ever has in his life.