001. Subversive
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Title: Subversive
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play, pwp, dirty talk, panties!kink
Word Count: 302
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc. Oh, and I blame
blynnk for this.
Prompt: Subversive, adjective; seeking or attempting to subvert an established system or institution. Noun; a person with such aims.
It felt so strange, the silk against his skin. He would catch himself absently wiggling his hips in an attempt to get used to the feeling. His face would heat whenever he thought about it, about the tight silk panties he was crammed into under his jeans.
Stranger still was the way he felt on a job. Masquerading as cops, interviewing witnesses, dressed up in suits, in doctor’s smocks. All the while he was wearing women’s panties under his clothes, and nobody knew. It felt so…so subversive. No one would expect someone like him to be wearing lingerie.
But then he would feel Sam’s hungry eyes on his body, and it was all worth it.
Dean could tell the exact moment it became too much, could see it in Sam’s eyes when imagining Dean in his silky little panties was just not enough. They had just finished interviewing some little old lady and had asked to see the upstairs of the house. On the way down the hallway, Sam’s eyes had flickered, and then he was pulling his brother into the bathroom.
“Drop ‘em,” he rasped.
A little startled, Dean ground out, “what?”
“Drop. Your. Pants.”
The same sick little thrill wound through Dean’s guts when Sammy used That Voice. His hands were fumbling with his belt before he was even aware of it. Sam’s hands were all over him, turning Dean to face the mirror, pulling up his shirt to reveal his lower body encased in red.
“God, look at you,” Sam breathed, “your cock all trapped and displayed in red silk.”
Dean tried to stifle his moan as Sam swiped his palm over Dean’s cock. Sam gave a happy little sigh and bent to pull Dean’s pants back up.
“What, Sammy?” Dean gasped.
“Later, Dean,” Sam promised. “Later.”
~~~~~~~~~
On to 002. Trickery --->
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Title: Subversive
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Rating: Um, R-ish?
Warnings: power play, pwp, dirty talk, panties!kink
Word Count: 302
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. I make no money and have no rights to the characters etc. Oh, and I blame
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Prompt: Subversive, adjective; seeking or attempting to subvert an established system or institution. Noun; a person with such aims.
It felt so strange, the silk against his skin. He would catch himself absently wiggling his hips in an attempt to get used to the feeling. His face would heat whenever he thought about it, about the tight silk panties he was crammed into under his jeans.
Stranger still was the way he felt on a job. Masquerading as cops, interviewing witnesses, dressed up in suits, in doctor’s smocks. All the while he was wearing women’s panties under his clothes, and nobody knew. It felt so…so subversive. No one would expect someone like him to be wearing lingerie.
But then he would feel Sam’s hungry eyes on his body, and it was all worth it.
Dean could tell the exact moment it became too much, could see it in Sam’s eyes when imagining Dean in his silky little panties was just not enough. They had just finished interviewing some little old lady and had asked to see the upstairs of the house. On the way down the hallway, Sam’s eyes had flickered, and then he was pulling his brother into the bathroom.
“Drop ‘em,” he rasped.
A little startled, Dean ground out, “what?”
“Drop. Your. Pants.”
The same sick little thrill wound through Dean’s guts when Sammy used That Voice. His hands were fumbling with his belt before he was even aware of it. Sam’s hands were all over him, turning Dean to face the mirror, pulling up his shirt to reveal his lower body encased in red.
“God, look at you,” Sam breathed, “your cock all trapped and displayed in red silk.”
Dean tried to stifle his moan as Sam swiped his palm over Dean’s cock. Sam gave a happy little sigh and bent to pull Dean’s pants back up.
“What, Sammy?” Dean gasped.
“Later, Dean,” Sam promised. “Later.”
~~~~~~~~~
On to 002. Trickery --->
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