#merakieros
Tilting at windmills
Artist: merakieros
Author:de_nugis
Fandom/Genre: SPN, case fic, horror.
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17/E
Word Count: c10, 000
Warnings: Mild breathplay
Summary: There’s a dead Exxon employee in an old windmill, and there’s more than one power at work.
Art on:LJ (for details)
Fic on: LJ|AO3
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“As though he heard across the noisy room, Jared looks around, finding Jensen and smiling at him before giving him a wave. Jensen sips his eggnog and blames the alcohol for the fluttering in his stomach.
See, Jared’s been doing this stupid “kiss Jensen under all the mistletoe” thing. And there is a LOT of mistletoe hung around the room. Everyone has a good laugh whenever they’re caught together beneath a sprig, cheering Jared on and wooping, and every time Jared covers Jensen’s mouth before laying a giant “kiss” on him.
It’s… frustrating"…
Based on this amazing J2 story under the mistletoe
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After a while, Sam gets impatient, achey for Dean’s kisses again. He strokes Dean back, nudges his head up and reclaims his lips. They smile together, it’s messy and uncoordinated, but it’s hot too. So hot. Hands roam, Sam touching every inch of bare flesh he can and Dean’s finding their way to Sam’s waistband. He undoes the button and drags the zipper down.
Expecting Dean to go right for his dick, Sam is kinda surprised that he reaches for his butt instead.
“You know,” Dean says between kisses and remembering to breathe, “when you were trying to hide your hard on, I was looking how good your ass looks. Thank god for clear lakes.”
Based on “Some like it hot” By Kissingwinchesters
Art on PATREON HD|LJ
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THE KISS WE DESERVED (ง •̀_•́)ง
Giveaway prize for @chessapeake-cannibals
I’ll paint this in the future because I didn’t wanted to do a rushed coloring.
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“Letting go of Dean’s cock, Sam blindly holds his hand out. Dean takes it and links their fingers, using their combined strength to keep his body from aching too much from holding himself up over Sam. With his other hand, he pushes Sam’s underwear down and takes out his cock, fisting it a few times and then taking it deep into his mouth. No first date introductions, no heavy petting, no sir, Dean goes in for the kill right away…”
Uncensored version on mypatreon
“Never trust an Angel with and egg” by kissingwinchesters
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“Sliding his hand around Sam’s side, Dean holds the back of his brother’s head and angles his mouth to a better position, manoeuvring him where he wants him. They’re rutting like lovesick teenagers making out after a date. Sam is so hard against him, and Dean is feeling the pressure himself, his jeans too tight as they thrust together, friction so damn sweet that it’s not unlikely that they’ll be coming in their pants like teenagers too.
The thing is… Dean can’t resist. They shouldn’t be doing this in the middle of a suburban street, where they could be seen, but he can’t stop. His need for Sam overwrites rational thinking.
Lifting his knee, Dean urges Sam to ride his leg. Sam moans and hooks his leg around Dean’s thigh, grinding down hard…” Read the whole story here
UNCENSORED ART on patreon|redbubble|twitter|livejournal
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Charity commission bought by @deans-arie Demon!Dean in front of a piano with the first blade and a glass of whiskey and with a lil of blood. After this nasty display on the side of the commissioner [here] it took me some time to focus on the art, and since it is demon art and I was feeling full down I decided for going full dark too, so is a world with demon!Dean, demon blood thirsty Sam (possible boyking!sam) and dead good old Cas who tried to stop them.
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“Go get packing, Sammy.” Dean turns the page of his vintage magazine and lifts an appreciative eyebrow at the scantily clad beauty smiling at him and holding a shotgun. He snuggles his head against Sam’s back and sighs contentedly.
“You go,” Sam replies, the sweeping sound of his pen over his notebook never pausing. He’s warm, comfortable, and he knows they both need to move but he can’t bring himself to, like all his limbs have turned to jelly. Dean doesn’t seem to be fairing any better either.Present for cleflink on the spn_j2_xmas exchange
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ART GIVEAWAY THIRD WINNER 12/17/2016 @angiepangiepanic
She wanted Sam and Dean kissing after prison in S12, is this a spoiler? we know is happening.
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ART GIVEAWAY FIRST WINNER 12/15/2016 @firesign10
She wanted J2 and kissing! yeeey hope you like it, I’m pretending this is also wincest.
One winner per day until DECEMBER 20 you still have time to participate if you want x
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“They decorate the tree after dinner, their bellies full as they take turns climbing the ladder and placing ornaments all over. Sam follows Dean’s directions, amazed at how good he is at this, at what an eye he has for color and balance and composition. Dean could have been an amazing artist in another life, maybe. Dean could have been so many things, in so many different lives.” Through the Yearsby@dollylux
Thank you so much to @kellios for this wonderful commission, also for the patience, I really hope you like it, both of you. Let’s play a game! Who finds it first?
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“We’re not shooting a porno. What’re you doing waving your phone around.” Dean is still stroking his cock and looking from the road to his phone more regularly than he probably should.
“It wouldn’t stand up,” Sam replies, sitting back down on the couch and stretching out.
“You don’t have that problem I see,” Dean says, his eyes on Sam’s crotch. “Let me see it then.”
Dean’s heavy breaths and the sound of him jerking off send a shiver up Sam’s spine, but he’s not going to let his brother call all of the shots of this game.
“What were you thinking about when you were supposed to be listening to the coroner?” Sam unbuttons his jeans and slides the zipper down, pushing his hand into his boxers and grinding his hand against his throbbing dick. The pressure feels so good that he closes his eyes and bites down on his lip.
“Jesus, Sammy…” Dean moans, and Sam smiles wryly.
Collaboration for the SMPC
Story:@vintagejacqui read the whole fic on AO3
Art: by me, on REDBUBBLE|HD patreon |LJ
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“Dean’s head falls back without his permission, he moans, and Sam picks up the pace as he rocks his hips and squeezes them together. He manages to force his eyes to open enough to see Sam biting his lip, gaze focused on Dean’s face as he works them together in a long steady roll. He flexes his thighs to keep himself in the perfect space as Sam keeps up the steady and relentless pace of his thrusting, holding the shafts together tightly as the heads bump against each other.Sam’s grip is still firm, the two of them lubricated by leftover sunscreen, saltwater, and pre-come keeping them sliding smoothly and Dean feels like he’s been on the brink of something for forever. Sam’s still biting his lip, still watching Dean’s face, and Dean swallows hard as he keeps eye contact with his little brother…”
Read the whole fanfic done by my friend dimeliora here
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Dean gets Sam’s jeans off and they tumble into the shower, mouths sliding together in kisses as warm and sweet as the fragrant air in the room. A few more bottles of the tingly peppermint shampoo are waiting for them on the edge of the tub. Dean sidles up behind Sam and lathers up his hair with the contents of two of them.
“Raided the maid’s cart for these before we checked outta that place,” Dean says as he rakes his nails over Sam’s soapy scalp. Sam tips his head back further, groaning softly as Dean massages at his temples, dragging his nails in slow, swirling paths through the suds. It’s already tingling a little, sending icy little jolts through Sam’s body, making his nerve endings feel extra sensitive, sparkling in anticipation of Dean’s touch.
“You’re really good at that,” Sam groans, hands braced on either side of the showerhead.
“Yeah?” Dean presses his lips against Sam’s shoulder blade. “That’s not all I’m good at, Sammy…”
Art based on “Nothing Is Enough For Me” by @exaggeratedspecificity commissioned by @kellios
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They probably shouldn’t do this here. But the moment Bucky’s mouth touches his, everything else seems muted around them: the roar of the war, the shouts of their fellow soldiers, even the hum of the nighttime insects. All of it fades next to the flesh-and-blood reality of Bucky in his arms.
He sifts Bucky’s short hair between his fingers and tastes his lips. Bucky’s hands are everywhere, skimming his sides, framing his hips, sliding under the top of his uniform to spread over his chest. His fingers are hot on Cap’s skin, and before Steve can think about it his own hands have undone Bucky’s pants and slid inside. Bucky moans into his mouth, arching his back, and Steve is lost then, lost in touching him, in finally understanding that he’s wanted this all along.
They probably shouldn’t do this now. But if there’s one thing Steve knows, it’s that you can’t live for later.
Commission for exaggeratedspecificity
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06/11 vintagejacqui and I had our second friendniversary, this was my present for her. LOVE YOU BABE
On redbubble x
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