Supernatural Kink Meme Part 1
Supernatural Kink Meme
New Season. New meme.
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02. NO DRABBLES ( Read more... )
New Season. New meme.
• RULES
01. You may post your requests whether you are signed in or not. If you post your fill in a separate journal, please give the link to the one who requested the fic. Don't worry about warning for ratings, because this community is a kink community and will have adult concepts.
02. NO DRABBLES ( Read more... )
“Uhh, yeah, don't stop.”
“Not plannin' on it, kid,” Dean motioned to the headboard. “Sit up a little.”
Sam slid back, his back pressed against the headboard as Dean positioned himself between his legs. Dean took Sam's cock into his mouth. Dean would be lying if he said he hadn't fantasized about doing this to his little brother when he really was thirteen. He hadn't, of course. Nothing had happened between them until after Jessica was killed. Dean didn't mind the wish fulfillment that came along with this. Sam thrusted up into Dean's mouth. He tangled his fingers in Dean's close cropped hair, holding him down on him.
“Oh God, so good...I'm gonna....I'm gonna cum...” Sam warned his brother as he thrust forward again. Dean savored the taste as Sam came in his mouth, swallowing every last drop. Sam collapsed against the bed, sated for the time being.
Dean sat back on his knees. He pulled Sam's pants the rest of the way off, tossing them on the ground. Sam's eyes were already half-lidded with sleep. He managed to get his own shirt off and climb under the covers before he started yawning. Dean stripped his clothes off and got in beside Sam, holding him flush against him. He kissed the back of his neck.
“I love you, Sammy. I won't let anything hurt you,” Dean paused. His hands wrapped around his belly. “It's gonna be ours, sweetheart. We're gonna be so good to our kid. We did this.”
“Mmm...Love you, Dean.”
Two Months Later
“Don't stand like that,” Dean said looking around the other pumps. They'd stopped for gas and Sam had gone in to use the bathroom. He'd come back out and was standing next to Dean with his hands on his back. It made his stomach stick out. They didn't need questions.
“But my back hurts.”
“I know, I know, but...Go sit in the car I'm almost done.”
“Fine,” Sam snapped dropping both his hands to his side and walking around to the passenger side of the Impala. He'd begun to walk with a waddle. Dean teased him about it, but he found it kind of adorable too. He couldn't help, but worry that someone might notice Sam and put two and two together. He didn't want either of them in danger.
Sam sulked for most of the car ride after that, staring out the window. Dean ignored him for a while. Every now and then Sam would grunt or wince from the baby kicking. He'd been having false contractions, which was making things all the more pleasant. Dean owed Sam everything. His life. Sam had gotten stuck in this body with a baby all to keep Dean alive.
“Hey, come here,” Dean finally cracked first. He reached out for Sam and pulled him into the middle of the front seat, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Sam lent on his shoulder. “I'm sorry your back hurts.”
“Whatever,” Sam sniffed a little like he was crying. Fucking hormones. “I wish I could go back to being grown-up me once this is over,” He touched his stomach. It would probably have been way easier carrying a baby in his old, gigantic body.
“Doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything.”
“It changes everything.”
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Sex had gotten much harder as Sam got much bigger, but he that hadn't dampened Sam's desire for it. Dean had figured that one out to. They laid on their sides like they were spooning and Dean entered him like that. It was gentler than it had ever been before usually slow rocking, but it did the trick. After the baby, Dean figured he'd need to start wearing a condom. They didn't really know if the pregnancy thing was a one time deal. They didn't really know a whole lot about the pregnancy and the mysterious Anna hadn't been heard from again. Dean kept a journal kind of like his dad's making note of anything he noticed, stuff like when Sam complained his nipples were sore and Dean noticed that his chest looked a little puffy ultimately realizing Sammy was going to be able to feed the kid eventually or just the other day when Dean realized he no longer had to use lube because Sam's hole had started to feel wet and slick like a pussy would when he was turned on. The baby was going to have to come out somehow. Obviously, his body was adapting. Dean kept it all to himself. He didn't want to freak Sam out anymore.
“D-Dean?” Sam said quietly while Dean was inside of him one night. They rocked against one another, Dean barely making contact with Sam's sweet spot knowing this would build to a powerful climax that Sam deserved after today.
“Yeah?”
“I don't think I can do this.”
“You want me to stop?” Dean stilled his hips. Sam always set the pace knowing his own body way better than Dean did.
“No! Please, don't...I mean the baby. I can't be a dad. Not like this.”
“Too late for that now, buddy,” Dean kissed the back of his neck. “I know you're scared. Hell, I am too. But I raised you. Did a pretty good job of it, too. I was way younger than you look and you still have all your memories. You'll be great.”
“I've never even held a baby.”
“Then ours will be the first,” Dean smiled and pushed harder into Sam. He was going to make this alright. They were going to be a family. Fuck the rest of the world and fuck this situation. It was going to be fine if it killed Dean.
Two Months Later
“You can't just leave me here!” Sam shouted.
“You're not coming! It's way too dangerous,” Dean gathered some weapons, picking and choosing what to take. “It's a salt and burn. I'll be back by midnight. I promise. I...You'll slow me down and I'm not take the risk of you getting killed or the baby.”
It had been a rough couple of months. Sam was almost due and everything hurt from the added weight of the baby. He wasn't sleeping well and even sex with Dean had lost its shine along the way. A few days ago, he'd noticed his nipples leaking and Dean had to confess what he suspected about some of Sam's changes. He didn't find them all that comforting.
“You need to rest, Sam. I have my cell. Call if you need anything,” Sam could be as pissed as he wanted to be with Dean as long as he was safe.
Sam felt like all he did was rest. He almost wanted to sit up all day doing something just to piss Dean off, but the pregnancy was taking a toll on him. The false contractions were keeping him up most nights coupled with his size. He fell into a fitful nap shortly after Dean left making up for one or two hours of sleep he lost the night before. He woke up from what he thought was a dream to feel a damp spot on the bed.
“Shit,” Sam muttered thinking he'd wet the bed. The baby was pressing on his bladder all the time. He had managed to make it to the bathroom all the time, but he'd been in fear this might happen. He felt a twinge in his stomach. “Shit.” He hadn't wet the bed. His water broke. He was in labor and Dean was on a hunt.
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“D-Dean...Please come back. I'm...The baby's coming now,” Sam said into his cell in the midst of a contraction. They were getting worse. Dean hadn't answered his phone which didn't bode well.
Sam cried out from a bad contraction, balling the sheet up in his fists. He was scared someone might here him and come check on him. His hole was stretching as time went by, but not very much and not very quickly. Three hours passed with pain getting worse, the contractions more intense, but little else changing. Pacing around the room helped a little and he even took a shower like the websites said, but he needed Dean. By the time midnight rolled around, Sam had already been in labor for eight hours. Dean burst through the door looking panic stricken as he came to his brother's side.
“It's ok...It's ok...I'm here now,” Dean had left his phone in the car when he finally tracked the thing he was looking for down. He couldn't afford to be distracted. If he'd known...
“It hurts,” Sam forced out through a contraction. Dean pushed sweaty pieces of hair away from his forehead. “They're getting really close.”
Dean slipped his fingers inside of Sam. He was spread wide open more so than he ever had been before. Sam grunted and moaned, pulling away from Dean.
“What? What?” Dean demanded at a lost.
“Gotta push,” Sam said realizing he was finally moving into hard labor. He took Dean's hand, bearing down hard as a contraction hit. He did it again and again. Dean was unsure what else to do. He wasn't even sure this was doing anything. “Oh god...I can't do this...” Sam whimpered.
“Yes, you can. You're doing fine. Push, Sammy, push.”
Instinct took over and Sam shifted positions a few times, at one point getting off the bed entirely and squatting. He was on all fours on the bed when the baby started crowning. Dean felt relief sweep through him as he eased the baby out. Sam collapsed on the bed.
“Sammy, it's a girl. We have a baby girl.”
They wished they could take the baby to the hospital, but everything seemed fine. Sam took the bundled up baby from Dean tentatively listening as Dean told him how to hold her. The baby started to suckle almost as soon as she found Sammy's nipple.
“Shit, that's weird,” Sam muttered, though he didn't really seem to mind.
“We're going to have to be careful in public about that,” Dean mused absently. He ruffled Sammy's hair. “You did it.”
“Yeah, I did...” Sam smiled at Dean. He'd saved his brother and now they had the family they always should have had.
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