Warnings: Incest, dirty talk, mentions of incest.


Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Wincest, dirty-talk about fucking the other until he's pregnant (no m-preg please, just talk).


"You fuckin' love this, don't you," growls Sam, tightening his hold on Dean's hair as he drives into his elder brother and wrings gasps from bruised and swollen lips, still red from the blowjob he gave Sam in a dirty alleyway earlier. "Love being full up with my cock, love me filling you up with my come, don't you, you dirty little slut," and he presses down on Dean's stomach, hard, hard enough to feel the little jumps it makes with his every thrust, and Dean groans, low and wrecked in the back of his throat.

"Bet you'd love it if I kept it all inside of you, huh, all that filthy spunk up inside you, all the time, use a plug to keep it all in," and he should stop talking, he really should, but Dean's making these obscene noises underneath him like Sam's killing him slowly, deliciously, and he just can't. He drags a hand across the flat of Dean's stomach, imagines it full of his come, slowly growing with child, their child, and the words just fall out of his mouth as he continues, "fuck you 'til you were dripping, breed you up nice and good, keep it all in there until your belly's all swollen with our kid, keep fucking you while it grows, keep filling you up." Dean's making these wrecked little noises, broken gasps and these groans that sound like they've been dragged out of him, "yes, Sammy, fuck yes, please, oh god yes," and when Sam growls, "gonna fuck you so deep, fill you up so much, you won't even be able to help it, you're gonna look so pretty when you're pregnant," he's not surprised that Dean comes so hard his entire back arches up off the bed.