Fanfic - SPN: Begging for You (Sam/Dean)
Title: Begging for You [Evil!Sammy Universe]
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: 098. Vulnerable. For 100moods, challenge table here. As well as: 046. Writer's Choice. For 50kinkyways, challenge table here.
Word Count: 763 words exactly.
Rating: NC-17 for language, sexuality, and violence.
Warnings/Spoilers: Angst. Dark. Future. Apocalypse. Slash. Wincest. Manipulation. Dubious-Con. Graphic m/m sex. Kink. Smut. Implied violence. AU after "Simon Said". Potential vague spoilers for "Home" and "In My Time of Dying".
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Dean's POV. A glimpse into Dean's life as Sam's property months after the Day of Fire. Not a total PWP, but almost.
Author's Notes: This could stand on its own, but it makes more sense if it follows a few months after The Heat Outside Would Never Warm Him (Sam/Dean). For more info about my Evil!Sammy Universe, including links to all installments, please go here.
Sam's dick was deep in his ass, his merciless thrusts shoving Dean's face into the arm of the couch. His hand was rough on Dean's cock and it felt like Sam had been stroking him for hours. Dean thought he might explode from the pressure building in his gut, but Sam liked him to beg for everything and even after months in his new role, Dean could never block out just how humiliating it was to have to plead with his brother to get off, to call Sam sir, like he deserved respect instead of disdain.
He may have been … with … Sam, like this, since the Day of Fire, but it hadn't gotten any easier for him to deal with. It wasn't so much that he kept having his hopes crushed. His hopes were minimal to nonexistent at this point. No, it was just hard to watch this stranger, who used to be his brother, do so many horrific things with the same dedication he'd once used to hunt beings like those who now stood with him as allies.
Dean felt Sam pull almost entirely out of him, his hand leaving Dean's cock. Then he felt Sam's long fingers in the golden tumble of hair that Sam wouldn't let him cut. Sam sank into him again with one hard stroke, pulling Dean up almost flush to his chest with the sharp grip he had in Dean's hair. Dean cried out. And for a moment he didn't know which of the two painful points on his body hurt the most, his head or his ass.
But then Sam let go of his hair and Dean's head fell heavily back to the sofa arm while Sam made handles of his hips, as if to see just how deep in Dean he could drive his cock before something ruptured. Dean knew this was probably punishment for his refusal to beg, so while he hated having to beg, he'd do it if that would make Sam stop tearing him apart. At least, right now.
"Please."
Sam slowed his pace a little, still driving deep, and let one hand travel around to harshly squeeze the base of Dean's cock, making him buck up with a grunt.
"Please what, Dean?" His voice was low and steamy, but commanding in a way that lately seemed to make Dean shudder.
"Please …. can I … come … sir?"
Sam wrapped his whole hand around Dean's cock, tugging as he angled just so and rubbed over Dean's hot spot, fucking him into a frenzy.
"Oh fuck … please just … please … Sam … please … sir … just let me … come … please!"
Dean thought his brain would melt if he didn't come soon. His body was overheating, trying to channel all the sensations to the right parts. Sam thrust into him hard, gushing hot inside him with a shout, and snapped off Dean's cock ring. Dean came in a rush instantly, head thrown back, cum flooding over the cushions at his knees.
Dean felt Sam bend, slipping out, and couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine when Sam kissed his back, exhausted but reverent in a way that Dean hadn't expected. He was quickly up and off the couch, though, leaving Dean cold and leaking cum down the inside of his thighs.
"Clean up the mess." Sam tossed the words over his shoulder as he ducked into the bathroom. "Then wait for me."
Dean knew that "wait for me" meant kneeling by the bathroom door, like a dog waiting for his owner to throw him a treat. He felt dirty and used and exposed, but there weren't really any options left to him. Sam had made it clear, so many times, that Dean was only allowed to live because he lived under these conditions. Neither Sam, nor any of his allies, would tolerate a Hunter living in relative freedom, so Sam had made Dean his property, hiding him away from the grubby hands of friends and enemies alike.
There were certainly times when Dean had wished for death, wanting to end the shame and pain of this kind of life, but most days weren't so terrible and the Hunter in him just couldn't give up on the idea that successful resistance might be possible someday. Deep down, there was even a tiny part of him that still found his Sammy in tender kisses and sleepy sighs and wouldn't let him lay down and die if there was even a glimmer of goodness left in Sam.
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Prompt: 098. Vulnerable. For 100moods, challenge table here. As well as: 046. Writer's Choice. For 50kinkyways, challenge table here.
Word Count: 763 words exactly.
Rating: NC-17 for language, sexuality, and violence.
Warnings/Spoilers: Angst. Dark. Future. Apocalypse. Slash. Wincest. Manipulation. Dubious-Con. Graphic m/m sex. Kink. Smut. Implied violence. AU after "Simon Said". Potential vague spoilers for "Home" and "In My Time of Dying".
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Dean's POV. A glimpse into Dean's life as Sam's property months after the Day of Fire. Not a total PWP, but almost.
Author's Notes: This could stand on its own, but it makes more sense if it follows a few months after The Heat Outside Would Never Warm Him (Sam/Dean). For more info about my Evil!Sammy Universe, including links to all installments, please go here.
Sam's dick was deep in his ass, his merciless thrusts shoving Dean's face into the arm of the couch. His hand was rough on Dean's cock and it felt like Sam had been stroking him for hours. Dean thought he might explode from the pressure building in his gut, but Sam liked him to beg for everything and even after months in his new role, Dean could never block out just how humiliating it was to have to plead with his brother to get off, to call Sam sir, like he deserved respect instead of disdain.
He may have been … with … Sam, like this, since the Day of Fire, but it hadn't gotten any easier for him to deal with. It wasn't so much that he kept having his hopes crushed. His hopes were minimal to nonexistent at this point. No, it was just hard to watch this stranger, who used to be his brother, do so many horrific things with the same dedication he'd once used to hunt beings like those who now stood with him as allies.
Dean felt Sam pull almost entirely out of him, his hand leaving Dean's cock. Then he felt Sam's long fingers in the golden tumble of hair that Sam wouldn't let him cut. Sam sank into him again with one hard stroke, pulling Dean up almost flush to his chest with the sharp grip he had in Dean's hair. Dean cried out. And for a moment he didn't know which of the two painful points on his body hurt the most, his head or his ass.
But then Sam let go of his hair and Dean's head fell heavily back to the sofa arm while Sam made handles of his hips, as if to see just how deep in Dean he could drive his cock before something ruptured. Dean knew this was probably punishment for his refusal to beg, so while he hated having to beg, he'd do it if that would make Sam stop tearing him apart. At least, right now.
"Please."
Sam slowed his pace a little, still driving deep, and let one hand travel around to harshly squeeze the base of Dean's cock, making him buck up with a grunt.
"Please what, Dean?" His voice was low and steamy, but commanding in a way that lately seemed to make Dean shudder.
"Please …. can I … come … sir?"
Sam wrapped his whole hand around Dean's cock, tugging as he angled just so and rubbed over Dean's hot spot, fucking him into a frenzy.
"Oh fuck … please just … please … Sam … please … sir … just let me … come … please!"
Dean thought his brain would melt if he didn't come soon. His body was overheating, trying to channel all the sensations to the right parts. Sam thrust into him hard, gushing hot inside him with a shout, and snapped off Dean's cock ring. Dean came in a rush instantly, head thrown back, cum flooding over the cushions at his knees.
Dean felt Sam bend, slipping out, and couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine when Sam kissed his back, exhausted but reverent in a way that Dean hadn't expected. He was quickly up and off the couch, though, leaving Dean cold and leaking cum down the inside of his thighs.
"Clean up the mess." Sam tossed the words over his shoulder as he ducked into the bathroom. "Then wait for me."
Dean knew that "wait for me" meant kneeling by the bathroom door, like a dog waiting for his owner to throw him a treat. He felt dirty and used and exposed, but there weren't really any options left to him. Sam had made it clear, so many times, that Dean was only allowed to live because he lived under these conditions. Neither Sam, nor any of his allies, would tolerate a Hunter living in relative freedom, so Sam had made Dean his property, hiding him away from the grubby hands of friends and enemies alike.
There were certainly times when Dean had wished for death, wanting to end the shame and pain of this kind of life, but most days weren't so terrible and the Hunter in him just couldn't give up on the idea that successful resistance might be possible someday. Deep down, there was even a tiny part of him that still found his Sammy in tender kisses and sleepy sighs and wouldn't let him lay down and die if there was even a glimmer of goodness left in Sam.