So next Tuesday is mine and Matthew’s 4 year anniversary and it’s plans like these that make me realize how we lasted so damn long.
We’ve decided to to is watch every single movie/tv show out of the new marvel avengers verse in order chronological
Captain America and Iron Man both finished.
Iron Man 2 is about to be started, then it will be The Incredible Hulk and if we can make it tonight then it shall be Thor if not we can pic up on that tomorrow.
I don’t care what you say, I think I have the best boyfriend in the whole world. And I love him and our life is fucking awesome sometimes :) <3
"SAM! … SAMMY STOP PLEASE!"
Dean’s face stung where he was sure he had a Sam shaped handprint across his face. This wasn’t what he looked it, it wasn’t. Sam had walked back out of the toilet just in time to see a slutty blonde wrap herself around Dean and kiss him.
"SAM I DIDN’T FUCKING KISS HER DUDE! STOP!"
Dean didn’t kiss her. Regardless of what Sam is spouting. He didn’t kiss her, and he didn’t kiss back - infact he shoved her so hard she fell on her ass. That didn’t seem to matter to Sam right now as his stupidly long legs carried him faster and faster down the lane to where their motel room was on the other side of.
Sam did stop then, turning to face Dean tears sreaming down his face mixed the the thudersous rain as it pounded down around them, soaking them both to the skin.
"So I didn’t just watch you make out with some drunk bitch while I get for a piss?" He roared, his voice breaking and Dean took a deep breathe and shook his head. His hands cupped Sam’s face and pulled him down to kiss him, really kiss him. In ways that made Sam’s knee’s weak.
"I would never cheat on you Sam, not for anyone… I love you" Dean whispered. "And I hate seeing that look on your face… hate thinking I’ve hurt you" Sam left out a choked sob then, and Dean pushed his wet bangs out of his face.
"She kissed you Dean! She wanted you and you’re in women and-" Dean kissed him again to shut him up. He knew insecure Sam was about their relationship, for some insane reason he couldn’t see himself as Dean seen him.
"What can I do to make this right?" Dean asked him, kissing down his neck and jaw. A few voices could be heard in the bar carpark at the other end of the lane.
"I just want people to know I’m yours" Sam whispered back, "I want them all to know De" He sounded like he was begging. He pushed Sam against the falling apart wall. The voices still able to be heard, laughing and joking with each other as the busy bar started to empty.
"You want them to know you’re mine and I’m yours - all them in there?" Dean questioned, rough gruff, he started to pop the jeans on Sam’s jeans, pushing them away from his body. Pushing his boxers down too, "How many of them do you think need to walk through here to get home?" He whispered into Sam’s ear. Sam spat out a moan in reply, as he realised what was happening.
"The fuck we had right before we came out not enough to keep you 50 feet until we’re back at the motel?" Sam teased as he turned himself pushing his ass out for Dean, sighing happily as Dean pressed into his still stretched and wet ass.
Dean pressed right up against Sam, shielding his body as much from the pouring rain as he was trying to shield him from view as much as possible from anyone who might pass by, although there would be no doubt in what they where doing. Not by the moans punching out of both of them and certainly not by the way Dean’s whole body thrust into Sam.
When Dean finally spilled into Sam, after he’d came all over the cool damp wall, he growled into his ear. “This wasn’t just about the sex baby boy, this was about ownership… and proving how much we belong to each other”
Hope this is what you where looking for Nonnie request anytime :) <3 xx
Dean’s looking up at Sam in something between lust and confusion. And he had no right to look like that, he’d asked for this. Damn near pleaded for it. Sam was only indulging him in it. If by indulging you mean throwing himself into the part and trying to be the perfect dom to Dean as he could. Nasty, filthy words bitten into his skin as he spanked his brothers perfect ass cherry red.
All he’d said before he started had been, “You remember our stop signal?” They’d had a stop signal since they started sparring when they where younger, and considering Dean wanted to be gagged it was easier and safer than using a safe word. Dean jerked his head in what was supposed to be a nod in reply.
From this position, Sam could perfectly see Deans unmovable hands.Dean’s whole body wasn’t moving, no matter how much he wanted too. No matter how much he pleaded and squirmed and tried to get away he wasn’t moving. Sam had easily adjusted his work out bench so he could tie Dean down, in perfect view and angle for their scene. Dean’s ass was burning to touch.
Even Sam’s lube slick hands weren’t enough to sooth it, it only had Dean’s muffled screams and his body jerking again. Without warning Sam slid his cock into Dean’s abused asshole. He clenched his ass tight around Sam causing him to groan in the back of his throat. He fisted his hand into Dean’s hair, pulling too roughly, his hand coming down to slap his ass hard. Dean’s eyes watered, but he was still endlessly moaning as Sam started to pound into his ass.
They’d been at this so long now, Sam paying complete attention to his brother and the scene they’d played that he’d all but ignored his own leaking cock, and now that it was sunk into his brothers too willing ass? He wasn’t going to last long.
"Fuck, your slutty little hole knows exactly how to get a man off huh?" He growled in his ear, he could feel every single time he hit his brothers prostate and he angled for it, wanting to get Dean off untouched again. He knew it had to be painful, cock rubbing against the leather of the bench. But the hottest thing in the world was that he hadn’t used the signal to stop this. Dean was enjoying being owned and used thoroughly by his brother.
With a sharp intake and a half muffled scream, Dean came, muscles shaking desperate to move and just get more. Sam came seconds after emptying into his brother, hips stuttering and slamming him home a final few times before he maned to collapse on his brother’s back.
Taking a minute to steady his breathing, Sam slowly and so carefully untied Dean, easing out of him and helping them both over to their shared bed.
Sam had a stupidly big grin on his face and Dean just looked sated and exhausted.
"I didn’t think you’d like it so much…" Dean whispered with a breathless chuckle and Sam blushed a little from embarrassment. He lay on his back and pulled Dean to lay against his chest.
"You didn’t think I’d like tying you up and doing whatever I damn well pleased with you?" Sam said as if it was the most ovbious thing in the world.
"Well, when you put it like that" They both chuckled before Sam gently kissed Dean, "Seriously thought, thank you" Dean’s voice was much more quiet now.
"I’d do anything for you, anything" Sam promised him back, kissing his sweat damp forehead.
I love me some bdsm prompts and I love you so doing this made me stupidly happy :) ily baby <3 xx
Ever just sitting and for no reason you get hit full force with the need to come, and come fucking hard?
THERE IS SO MUCHGOOD FANFICTION IN THIS WORLD
SO GOD DAMN MUCH
SO MANY FICS THAT I WOULD CUT OFF MY LEFT ARM TO SEE PLAYED OUT
AND PEOPLE CHOOSES FIFTY SHADES OF GREY