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I have no excuse. Like, none. I was talking to Pond! This is the kind of shit that happens when you do that!
Her contribution is a little less. Um. Hard? A Size That Suits You.
Fine Young Knives
Supernatural. Sam/Dean/John. NC-17. ~400 words.
"Your brother needs you, Sam. You've got to learn that."
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Fine Young Knives
Sam's fingers are cramped tight in Dean's short hair. He can hear his heart against his ribs, flight-fight-fuck, over the deep, rasping breaths Dean struggles to drag in. A part of him aches to see his brother broken down like this, all the swagger, all the strength, peeled away to leave Dean raw on his knees. Another part, the one that flares with greedy heat and pride, wants to thumb open that crude mouth, slide his fingers between lips fucked red and wet and swollen.
"Boy," Dad barks and Dean's eyes, hazy and unfocused, snap upward. Sam is slower to follow, his shoulders square and jaw clenched, because he knows his role as well as Dean does his. "You never pull a stunt like that again. You understand me?"
"Yes sir," Dean croaks, voice absolutely wrecked. It sends tight, skittering shivers deep into Sam's belly.
Dad's dark, heavy gaze zeros in on Sam. Sam meets it head-on, feels his pulse kick harder as he takes a deliberate step closer to his brother. Dean sways forward, one hand almost grasping at Dad's thigh for balance, but Sam jerks him upright in time. The heat of his father's approval is warm as the sun on his face.
Sam's steadying grip eases. He can feel Dean's grateful pride, feel Dean struggle to fulfil the demand that Sam's trust places on him. It's taken Sam a while, too long and for that he's so much more than only sorry, to learn that this sort of taking means just as much giving.
Dad's patiently waiting. Crisply, Sam says, "It won't happen again."
Steady and hard, for their own good because this is all they've got and they need to know it straight down to their bones, Dad says, "See that it doesn't." His eyes soften (always his eyes that betray him; Sam's learned every last one of their tells). "Your brother needs you, Sam. You've got to learn that."
Sam nods once, sharply, waiting for Dad's nod in return before he wrenches Dean's head back. Dean makes a rough noise of anticipation, almost like pain.
Sam's never touched him, but he knows exactly what their father tastes like from the salt-sweat tang he licks from Dean's mouth.
*
End
Her contribution is a little less. Um. Hard? A Size That Suits You.
Fine Young Knives
Supernatural. Sam/Dean/John. NC-17. ~400 words.
"Your brother needs you, Sam. You've got to learn that."
Fine Young Knives
Sam's fingers are cramped tight in Dean's short hair. He can hear his heart against his ribs, flight-fight-fuck, over the deep, rasping breaths Dean struggles to drag in. A part of him aches to see his brother broken down like this, all the swagger, all the strength, peeled away to leave Dean raw on his knees. Another part, the one that flares with greedy heat and pride, wants to thumb open that crude mouth, slide his fingers between lips fucked red and wet and swollen.
"Boy," Dad barks and Dean's eyes, hazy and unfocused, snap upward. Sam is slower to follow, his shoulders square and jaw clenched, because he knows his role as well as Dean does his. "You never pull a stunt like that again. You understand me?"
"Yes sir," Dean croaks, voice absolutely wrecked. It sends tight, skittering shivers deep into Sam's belly.
Dad's dark, heavy gaze zeros in on Sam. Sam meets it head-on, feels his pulse kick harder as he takes a deliberate step closer to his brother. Dean sways forward, one hand almost grasping at Dad's thigh for balance, but Sam jerks him upright in time. The heat of his father's approval is warm as the sun on his face.
Sam's steadying grip eases. He can feel Dean's grateful pride, feel Dean struggle to fulfil the demand that Sam's trust places on him. It's taken Sam a while, too long and for that he's so much more than only sorry, to learn that this sort of taking means just as much giving.
Dad's patiently waiting. Crisply, Sam says, "It won't happen again."
Steady and hard, for their own good because this is all they've got and they need to know it straight down to their bones, Dad says, "See that it doesn't." His eyes soften (always his eyes that betray him; Sam's learned every last one of their tells). "Your brother needs you, Sam. You've got to learn that."
Sam nods once, sharply, waiting for Dad's nod in return before he wrenches Dean's head back. Dean makes a rough noise of anticipation, almost like pain.
Sam's never touched him, but he knows exactly what their father tastes like from the salt-sweat tang he licks from Dean's mouth.
End
dirty
....now I want to write, like, fic where sam walks in on john and dean...and sam is all pushpushshoveSHOVE THIS WHAT YOU WANT, DEAN, I CAN FUCK YOU UP, TOO and dean is all with the moanyespls.
You said that! You!
I encourage. In that good evil twin sortof way. :D
Unless it gets me matching pic porn. 'Cause, like, then? I'll write it extra dirty just for you, baby. Just for you.
...as if it weren't dirty enough on its own and all, right. XD
Sam should tell Dean there's something wrong with him, you know, so Dean can shove back and be all "And like you're normal."
Yeah. :d
Meanwhile, you make me want to write Dean dirty talking Sam to make him uncomfortable and bring out /Sam's/ daddykink and be all like: "You taste just like him, you know."
Toasted and madly thinking of ways to goad Sam into being nice and rough with him.
I. I just. *incoherent noises*
Every time I think I have a boundary, a line I just cannot cross? Y'all go and say something like this and make me blow past it without a thought. Well, without a rational thought, at least. *fans self*
I DIED A MILLION DELICIOUS DEATHS. I should dig up the direct quote, because ZOMG.
I miss Papa Winchester.
WHAT.
Hot and yummy and dirty and sexy.
+ noise description. Mmmm. ♥
I never, ever thought I'd write one of those.
I vote you talk to to her more often. Yes. Jeebus. *breathes*
But oh hell, yes. Her brain is a tasty, tasty thing. :d Thankie!
o.o
Omg. I saw Ponderosa's accompanying artwork and had to come see even though it was clearly labelled and and and DUDE I JUST READ DADDY PORN!!! And it was good, and it was hot. I feel dirty >.> You have corrupted me, yes'm. Oh dear XD *Flees*
(In case that wasn't obvious, I really did like this. It just created... ambivalent feelings like a porny snake in my gut because it was GOOOOOD but yikes. For some reason I have a slight problem with parental incest where I don't with siblings. *Shrugs* Anyway it's the first daddy!porn I've read so kudos... I think?!)
Mind you if there's more Sam/Dean d/s kink like that in your files, I'm in there like a wasp in honey :) *Tingles*