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Post by Dean on Sat May 22, 2010 1:55 am

It says it all, rules apply here too.


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Re: Wincest - Dean, Sam and John stories

Post by Dean on Mon May 24, 2010 12:45 am

One shot crackfic. Poor Dean.

Title : Nine Reasons Why Sam Is No Longer Allowed To Read Slash
Author : The Huntress
Rating : NC17 or R
Warning : Wincest and graphic sexual description.
Tag : The title says it all.



C:\Users\Michelle\Documents\SPN Fic\Nine Reasons Why Sam Is No Longer Allowed To Read Slash - A Crack!Fic by The Huntress.mht


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Re: Wincest - Dean, Sam and John stories

Post by Dean on Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:09 am

No I have been asked to post some hardcore stories.

WARNING THESE STORIES CONTAIN EXPLICIT ADULT MATERIAL

It is a really good read !

Fandom: SPN
Title: Broken
Authors: Cas (virtualpersonal) and Fetish ( sam_dean_fetish)
Pairing: Evil! Winged! Sam/Dean
Rating/Warnings: NC 17, slash, incest, rape/non-con, torture, major character death, not an HEA, wing!kink
Characters: The characters belong to Kripke and are not ours, we're just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments.
Summary: The apocalypse came to pass, the demons won the war and Dean is in hell. The tortures stop suddenly, and he finds himself gifted as a toy to The Boy King. Contrary to what he thinks, this not a good thing. Note the warnings.

This is a completed fic


http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/220246.html?nc=10


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Re: Wincest - Dean, Sam and John stories

Post by Cougarbelle on Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:14 am

Whoa!! Sounds hardcore. I will leave my report when I'm done mam.
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Re: Wincest - Dean, Sam and John stories

Post by Dean on Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:21 am

WARNING THESE STORIES CONTAIN EXPLICIT ADULT MATERIAL


Fetish is a friend of mine on Live Journal and her journal is locked, meaning you must be a friend to be able to read her work. I have cut and pasted this story into word for you to be able to read but will post it in a spoiler tag as it does mention season 5:20 which has not yet been shown in the UK so to avoid any accidental spoilers.


Title: Kiss It Better, Sam.
Author: Fetish
Characters: Sam/Dean, the Impala. (Dean POV)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Yep, I own them… I had Crowley teach me how to get souls and well those two don’t seem to know how to stop with the deals, so it was all just a matter of time…
Summary: In episode 5:20, 'The Devil You Know', Sam hurt Dean’s baby, now Sam must pay.
Written for: lightthesparks cause she asked, her art rocks my world and she’s a sweetie! Happy belated Birthday, honey! ♥️




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Sure maybe Sam had been trying to stab the elusive little shit ass demon Crowley, but he’d missed and stabbed my baby instead. No one stabs my baby and gets away with it, not even Sam.

The look on Sam’s face had been priceless when I’d pulled the car off the side of the road in the middle of Bumfuk nowhere and told him to get out of my car.

When I’d gotten in his face over the deep ass puncture in the backseat of my car, he’d done that damn eye roll thing that makes me want to just knock him in the head so hard his eyes spill out of his ears and roll off onto the floor.

Instead I’d waited to make my move, then nearly shoved his face into the seat after he had bent over looking into the backseat at the slice in the leather, trying to tell me that it ‘wasn’t that bad’. Wasn’t that bad, yeah and the elephant man only needed some reconstructive surgery too.

I have to admit I rolled my own eyes at that.

When Sam turned in the seat all pissy faced, scowling up at me, after his kisser met with leather, I made my major move and leaned into the car, crawling in and nearly over my brother.

“I need some thing to calm me down, Sam.” I told him as my hand lowered to the fastenings of my jeans.

“You went and got me all upset over my car, I think it’s only right that you are the one to help me relax.” I told him, a cocky smirk pulling at my lips as I shoved open the fly of my jeans and pulled out my dick, stroking it with one hand as I half sat on his hips, straddling him, my upper body leaned over his so that we both fit into the backseat, though Sasquatch’s long ass legs hung out the open door.

I watched Sam’s slightly slanted hazel’s widened for the fraction of a second before they narrowed on me as he frowned.

Shaking my head I clucked my tongue. “Pout all you want to, Sam,” I told him softly, dipping my head down to kiss along the long smooth column of his throat, “s’not gonna work.” I told him, warm breath fanning his neck.

Sam’s low moan had me smirking against his flesh before I bit down hard, then sucked his skin into my mouth hard enough to bruise.

“D - Dean,” Sam gasped, “S’gonna leave a mark.”

Slowly I released his skin and raised my head, “So? You marked my seat, I get to mark you.” I told him softly before pulling back and inching my body forward. “Suck it, Sammy. Come on, make up for hurtin’ my baby.” I told him softly, my head tilting up slightly, as I looked down at him through lowered lids.

He lay there a moment, lips pressed together, nostrils flared as he panted his breaths, his chest rising and falling hard with each one.

Just when I think he’s not going to do it, Sam parts his lips and the very idea alone that he’d actually willing to go through with this has me about to blow my wad right in his face.

Oh… actually, that’s not a half bad idea.

I have to force myself not to smirk as I decide that it’s exactly what I am going to do, mark Sam in more ways than a simple fuckin’ hickey.

Lowering my cock to his lips, the head against his full bottom lip I give a small nod, “Suck it, Sam.” I tell him, moaning as he lifts his head up off the seat and takes my cock into his warm wet mouth.

“Oh Yeah, Sam…” I mumble softly, head lolling back as my eyes slowly slid closed.

Sam reaches up with one hand, knocking my hand away and wraps his big ass hot paw around my shaft, stroking me in rhythm with his mouth sliding and sucking at my cock.

Somewhere in my head I wonder where the hell Sam learned to suck a dick, but at this particular moment I could care a less if he took a class at the Y.

It feels so damn good and his hand is sliding along my cock right under his mouth, chasing after it as he bobs his head, his wrist pivoting.

Slowly I pull my head up and force myself to open my eyes, cause hell, I have got to see this. So there I am watching my brother suck the hell out of my dick like he’s trying to suck the crème filling out of a Twinkie through a twisty straw and fuck me if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Even hotter than the Kendall twins with that cucumber and the whipped cream and the…. Uh, yeah, never mind.

My hips start to move, bucking and thrusting my cock deeper into my brother’s hot ass mouth and for the moment I can’t seem to remember how or why it was I got him to do this. Not that I really care right now.

Oh God, Cas, Do. Not. Show. Up.! Talk about a scarred angel… he might actually toss my ass back in hell for this too… and yet, again, the caring… nope not really happening right now.

I start thrusting harder as Sam starts humming, I swear to God, it’s the ‘Star Spangled Banner’! Moans and groans are tumbling from my lips, enough to make any porn star proud as I thrust so hard I actually end up falling forward, catching myself on my hands, palms flat against the leather seat, my hips thrusting, fucking my cock into my brother’s mouth.

Now usually I can go a lot longer, but it also usually isn’t my little brother doing the sucking and I’m usually not this shocked by it, so I can already feel the heat pooling low in my stomach, my body starting to tense as I lift my head that had been hanging since I fell, trying to look back and watch my cock slide in and out of my brother’s mouth.

Aah, fuuuuck!

My hips start to thrust my cock in and out erratically, as I throw my head back, my perky ass nipples a helluva a lot perkier and I know my face is probably red as a beet as my whole body tenses, my balls drawing up tightly to my body.

At the last minute I remember my plan and quickly push myself up and draw back, nearly yanking my dick out of Sam’s mouth, my hand wrapped tightly around his as I force him to keep stroking and the first shot of my spunk shoots out, hitting him square in the face.

Ribbon after ribbon of my cum splatters down onto his face and I’m watching as he turns his head, his eyes squeezed tightly closed.

You don’t want to get this shit in your eyes, folks! This shit burns, both Sam and I learned that lesson the hard way.

What? Hey, long days on the road, you jerk off, things get out of hand, and this shit sprays all over the place! Eat me!

Slowly my orgasm subsides and I grin down at him, my breaths panting out hard as I reach down and smear my spunk across his cheek.

“You mark up my car, I mark up you.” I tell him breathlessly with a nod, watching as he turns his head back, his eyes opening, looking up at me.

Leaning down, I can’t help myself and press my lips to his slightly swollen ones, his lips parting on a shocked gasp, not that I know why that shocks him seeings as he just sucked the chrome off my bumper, but whatever.

“Was so hot, Sam.” I whisper against his lips, my breaths and his mingling for a moment before I pull back and tuck my dick back into my boxers and jeans, then pull back off of him stepping backward out of the car.

“We even now?” Sam asks me as he slowly pulls up into a sitting position on the seat, looking out of the car at me.

I give him a small nod as I fasten my pants, “I think so.” I tell him.

“I was trying to kill a demon, ya know.” He tells me as if I hadn’t already figured that out.

I grin at him and nod again, “Yeah well, you hurt my baby in the process, you had to kiss it better,” I tell him, “and now you have.”

Rolling my shoulders, I sigh with satisfaction and head around the car to the drivers side, reaching for the handle, “Let’s go Sam, we ain’t got all day, got horsemen to track down, rings to snag.” I say before tugging open my door and sliding behind the wheel with a Cheshire grin.



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Re: Wincest - Dean, Sam and John stories

Post by Dean on Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:22 am

Cougarbelle wrote:Whoa!! Sounds hardcore. I will leave my report when I'm done mam.

Good, no seriously if nobody says anything then one, I don't know if anyone is reading them, and two, if they like what I find.

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