Auction fic fills for ephermeralk
Sam’s hardly a virgin, but sex with Jess is a revelation. They’re a perfect match, it seems, Sam’s body slotting neatly into hers, Jess matching him movement for movement, her hands roaming his body enthusiastically as his caress her silky skin. There’s no complicated maneuvering; she invites him into her bed willingly. It’s a refreshing change.
When Jess climaxes, eyes squeezed shut, she arches against Sam, crying out his name. Behind his own closed lids Sam sees green eyes dull with shame, a muscular body still and unsatisfied beneath his and bites back the name that rises to his lips.
Characters: John, Dean, Sam
Genre: Gen, preseries
Warnings: Alcohol and minors
2) John enjoys sharing a beer with his sons. Even if they're not quite legal yet.
They’ll need it someday, John tells himself, tipping the bottle just enough to send liquid foaming into two small plastic cups. He takes a swallow himself, bitter icy liquid flowing down his throat. He’s already craving something stronger but he’s been away too long and that can wait. He’s spending tonight with his boys.
Dean’s developing a taste for it, only grimacing a little as he gulps his cup dry. Sam’s face tells a different story, disgust obvious between miniscule sips.
Beer’s the mildest thing John can think of to take the edge off. Best to get them started early.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: Abusive Sam, sexual torture.
3) Sam likes Deans cock. Period. But most of all when it's making Dean scream.
Sam loves Dean’s cock. He adores the musky scent, salivates over the salty slick taste and craves it, hot and thick in his hand as he jerks his brother off. But really, he’s most thrilled with what seriously playing with it does to Dean.
He could beat Dean’s ass until his arm went numb, cut him, burn him and the most he’d get back would be a pained groan. Flog Dean’s balls, though? Force a new piercing through? Lock the spiked cock cage onto Dean and jackhammer his sweet spot? Those produce the screams that are music to Sam’s ears.
Pairing: Azazel!John/Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: non-con, parent/child incest
4) John doesn't know how he's going to get over this when the demon (azazel) finally leaves his body. Because he's not going to be able to forget how good Dean looks around his cock.
How long do you think, John?
John batters against the demon’s hold to no avail. He’s locked inside his own meatsuit and Azazel’s doing all the driving.
If I don’t rip him into bloody pieces when we’re done here, how long could you hold out? Knowing how good he feels. How pretty he looks with your cock stuffed inside him?
Dean’s eyes are wide and terrified, his lips swollen, pale skin mottled with bites and bruises. He’s beautiful.
A day? Azazel rocks Dean’s body beneath their shared bulk. A week?
Forever, John growls, but they both know it’s a lie.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC/17
5) Sam knows this place isn't real. Because heaven would definitely involve the first time that he fucked Dean.
“Two-seventy-one Edgewood Avenue, Apartment thirty-five,” Sam says into the soul crushing silence. “In Billings.”
Dean doesn’t look up from the blood encrusted gun he’s cleaning. “What about it?”
“What about….” Sam’s heart stops for a moment. Maybe it’s not Dean’s idea of…but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t. It was Sam’s and the only thing that matters is making his brother believe it. “It was the first place I did this.” Sam pulls his brother to his feet, ignoring the warning in Dean’s eyes, and presses their lips together. Breaking contact, he rests his forehead against Dean’s, breathing his air. “And this.” One hand snakes under the waistband of Dean’s jeans, resting warm and heavy against his soft cock. “It was the first place I laid you down and kissed you and opened you up all hot and slow. The first place I fucked you.”
Dean shifts as though to move away and Sam hooks the fingers of his free hand through Dean’s belt loops and pulls him toward the bed. Dean doesn’t resist as his brother strips him but except for kicking his boots off after Sam unlaces them, he doesn’t help either, staring at Sam silently for a few long moments before settling onto the garishly colored coverlet. Sam stretches out beside him, determined to wipe the hurt from his brother’s eyes.
“Remember how nervous we were?” Sam’s nuzzling Dean’s jaw as his hand wanders down his brother’s tense belly to slide between his thighs. “How we didn’t know what the hell we were doing except for how much we wanted to do it?”
“You knew,” Dean mutters with a small gasp as his dick thickens in Sam’s talented hand.
“Mmmmm,” Sam says, nipping a bruise into Dean’s neck. “Might have looked into it a little.” He grips Dean’s chin and kisses him again. “I wanted it to be good, you know? I wanted it to be perfect.”
Dean groans and spreads his legs wider as Sam’s hand slip-slides around his shaft, but the expression on his face doesn’t change. Sam slicks up his fingers and slides them lower, lightly circling Dean’s hole before slow, steady pressure breaches it, sending one thick digit inside. Sam’s careful, easy, it’s been a long time since they’ve done this and hurting Dean is the last thing he wants to do.
“There was, oh, fuck, Sam, a waterstain on the ceiling shaped like a St. Bernard.”
“That’s what you remember?” Sam’s ecstatic that Dean’s getting involved here, but his pissy tone is only half joking.
“Spent most of that summer on my back staring up at it, didn’t I?”
Sam relaxes a fraction because Dean’s voice is lighter but it’s not all the way back. He adds another finger, scissoring and twisting and rubbing over Dean’s sweet spot until his breaths come in panting gasps and he’s writhing against Sam. Easing out, Sam locks eyes with his brother. “Okay?” he asks and with Dean’s terse nod Sam cants his brother’s hips up and works his way inside, the familiar feeling of Dean’s tight heat around his cock stealing his breath away. They don’t speak again but their bodies move in unison, as a team, as in sync as they’ve ever been. Dean comes first, screaming out his release like he always does and Sam follows right behind, shuddering out his orgasm with bitten back cries. They don’t move after, staring at each other in silence for what seems like hours. Dean breaks first.
“So, uh…” he clears his throat as his eyes shift away and then back. “Was it perfect?”
Sam takes a moment and a deep breath. He sees Dean’s answer to that question in the depths of his eyes and his own answer has to be just right. Dean has to know that what Zachariah showed them was a lie, that it was intended to break them apart and that they can’t let it happen. He smiles and runs his thumb along Dean’s lips, lets his brother see the peace and happiness in his own eyes. Dean relaxes beneath him and lifts a hand to tangle his fingers in Sam’s hair before he even gets the words out.
“It was heaven.”
When Jess climaxes, eyes squeezed shut, she arches against Sam, crying out his name. Behind his own closed lids Sam sees green eyes dull with shame, a muscular body still and unsatisfied beneath his and bites back the name that rises to his lips.
Characters: John, Dean, Sam
Genre: Gen, preseries
Warnings: Alcohol and minors
2) John enjoys sharing a beer with his sons. Even if they're not quite legal yet.
They’ll need it someday, John tells himself, tipping the bottle just enough to send liquid foaming into two small plastic cups. He takes a swallow himself, bitter icy liquid flowing down his throat. He’s already craving something stronger but he’s been away too long and that can wait. He’s spending tonight with his boys.
Dean’s developing a taste for it, only grimacing a little as he gulps his cup dry. Sam’s face tells a different story, disgust obvious between miniscule sips.
Beer’s the mildest thing John can think of to take the edge off. Best to get them started early.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: Abusive Sam, sexual torture.
3) Sam likes Deans cock. Period. But most of all when it's making Dean scream.
Sam loves Dean’s cock. He adores the musky scent, salivates over the salty slick taste and craves it, hot and thick in his hand as he jerks his brother off. But really, he’s most thrilled with what seriously playing with it does to Dean.
He could beat Dean’s ass until his arm went numb, cut him, burn him and the most he’d get back would be a pained groan. Flog Dean’s balls, though? Force a new piercing through? Lock the spiked cock cage onto Dean and jackhammer his sweet spot? Those produce the screams that are music to Sam’s ears.
Pairing: Azazel!John/Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: non-con, parent/child incest
4) John doesn't know how he's going to get over this when the demon (azazel) finally leaves his body. Because he's not going to be able to forget how good Dean looks around his cock.
How long do you think, John?
John batters against the demon’s hold to no avail. He’s locked inside his own meatsuit and Azazel’s doing all the driving.
If I don’t rip him into bloody pieces when we’re done here, how long could you hold out? Knowing how good he feels. How pretty he looks with your cock stuffed inside him?
Dean’s eyes are wide and terrified, his lips swollen, pale skin mottled with bites and bruises. He’s beautiful.
A day? Azazel rocks Dean’s body beneath their shared bulk. A week?
Forever, John growls, but they both know it’s a lie.
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC/17
5) Sam knows this place isn't real. Because heaven would definitely involve the first time that he fucked Dean.
“Two-seventy-one Edgewood Avenue, Apartment thirty-five,” Sam says into the soul crushing silence. “In Billings.”
Dean doesn’t look up from the blood encrusted gun he’s cleaning. “What about it?”
“What about….” Sam’s heart stops for a moment. Maybe it’s not Dean’s idea of…but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t. It was Sam’s and the only thing that matters is making his brother believe it. “It was the first place I did this.” Sam pulls his brother to his feet, ignoring the warning in Dean’s eyes, and presses their lips together. Breaking contact, he rests his forehead against Dean’s, breathing his air. “And this.” One hand snakes under the waistband of Dean’s jeans, resting warm and heavy against his soft cock. “It was the first place I laid you down and kissed you and opened you up all hot and slow. The first place I fucked you.”
Dean shifts as though to move away and Sam hooks the fingers of his free hand through Dean’s belt loops and pulls him toward the bed. Dean doesn’t resist as his brother strips him but except for kicking his boots off after Sam unlaces them, he doesn’t help either, staring at Sam silently for a few long moments before settling onto the garishly colored coverlet. Sam stretches out beside him, determined to wipe the hurt from his brother’s eyes.
“Remember how nervous we were?” Sam’s nuzzling Dean’s jaw as his hand wanders down his brother’s tense belly to slide between his thighs. “How we didn’t know what the hell we were doing except for how much we wanted to do it?”
“You knew,” Dean mutters with a small gasp as his dick thickens in Sam’s talented hand.
“Mmmmm,” Sam says, nipping a bruise into Dean’s neck. “Might have looked into it a little.” He grips Dean’s chin and kisses him again. “I wanted it to be good, you know? I wanted it to be perfect.”
Dean groans and spreads his legs wider as Sam’s hand slip-slides around his shaft, but the expression on his face doesn’t change. Sam slicks up his fingers and slides them lower, lightly circling Dean’s hole before slow, steady pressure breaches it, sending one thick digit inside. Sam’s careful, easy, it’s been a long time since they’ve done this and hurting Dean is the last thing he wants to do.
“There was, oh, fuck, Sam, a waterstain on the ceiling shaped like a St. Bernard.”
“That’s what you remember?” Sam’s ecstatic that Dean’s getting involved here, but his pissy tone is only half joking.
“Spent most of that summer on my back staring up at it, didn’t I?”
Sam relaxes a fraction because Dean’s voice is lighter but it’s not all the way back. He adds another finger, scissoring and twisting and rubbing over Dean’s sweet spot until his breaths come in panting gasps and he’s writhing against Sam. Easing out, Sam locks eyes with his brother. “Okay?” he asks and with Dean’s terse nod Sam cants his brother’s hips up and works his way inside, the familiar feeling of Dean’s tight heat around his cock stealing his breath away. They don’t speak again but their bodies move in unison, as a team, as in sync as they’ve ever been. Dean comes first, screaming out his release like he always does and Sam follows right behind, shuddering out his orgasm with bitten back cries. They don’t move after, staring at each other in silence for what seems like hours. Dean breaks first.
“So, uh…” he clears his throat as his eyes shift away and then back. “Was it perfect?”
Sam takes a moment and a deep breath. He sees Dean’s answer to that question in the depths of his eyes and his own answer has to be just right. Dean has to know that what Zachariah showed them was a lie, that it was intended to break them apart and that they can’t let it happen. He smiles and runs his thumb along Dean’s lips, lets his brother see the peace and happiness in his own eyes. Dean relaxes beneath him and lifts a hand to tangle his fingers in Sam’s hair before he even gets the words out.
“It was heaven.”