bat for lashes (r

10 Songs I'm Obsessed With

I got tagged by igotthemusic like 16 years ago, and i’ve been crazy busy.

  1. Neon Indian - Change of Coast
  2. Frank Ocean - Pyramids
  3. CHVRCHES - Dead Air
  4. Childish Gambino - The Palisades 
  5. Sia - Elastic Heart
  6. Nicki Minaj - Only
  7. A$AP Rocky - r- Cali
  8. Das Racist - Michael Jackson
  9. Bat for Lashes - Horse and I
  10. Tyler, the Creator - Garbage

I’m gonna tag the last 5 that followed me.
childishcambino14 mac-nd-cheese-ass bekiindd jaygoblin itzrummyxox

ForgiveTheSinnerSammyPrompt

forgivethesinnersammy because my phone is an idiot it lost the answer to your prompt in its asshole so I hope this is ok. But luckily I copy and pasted the whole thing before I tried to publish it!

Prompt Idea or Close To It: Sex kitten!Sam gets Dean jealous, Dean buys him collar or makes him get a tattoo and Sam may have realized too late that he might have gone overboard.

I hope that’s close enough 😅.
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Of course, lovely.

His slim hips sway with the music that’s on. He lets his head fall back as the guitar riff rolls over him.

Eyes watch him with lustful curiosity, Sam knows. His nipples harden under his black shirt at the thought of a pair of green eyes watching and knowing that Sam’s body is his.

“You here alone, darlin’?” A rich voice asks him.

Sam looks over a shoulder at a tall guy, too lanky for Sam’s taste. Also, too cowboy.

“Mh, may-be,” Sam gives him a teasing smile and rolls his hips hard.

Chocolate brown eyes trail themselves a long a body that doesn’t belong to them.

“What’re you doing in this place by yourself?” The guy comes closer, a few feet away from Sam.

Sam just swings his hips slower, blinking up at the man.

“Never said I was alone,” Sam shrugs.

Sam hears a beer bottle slam down onto a table and knows his lover is angry.

“Come home with me. Could ruin that nice ass,” chocolate eyes rake over what they don’t own again.

“R-ruin it?” Sam bites his lips, batting his lashes when the guy comes closer.

“Yes,” its a hiss of arousal from the man.
“You wanna hurt me?” Sam asks, turning to lean against the juke box.

Chocolate eyes meet hazel ones. Green eyes burn.

“Sammy.”

The twenty-two year old grins, tip of his tongue between his teeth as he sees his older brother come up behind the guy.

Dean grabs him up by the jacket and slams the man onto the nearby, wooden table.

“That’s my little brother you’re fawning over,” Deans voice is a growl.

Leather jacket, combat boots, and short cropped hair–Sam’s weakness.

“I-I didn’t know! He said he was alone!” Chocolate eyes dart from Sam to Dean behind him.

“He said may-be,” Dean hisses, picks the guys’ head up and slams it back down onto the wooden table; knocking him out.

Green eyes land on Sam.

“Lets go. Now.” An order.

Dean grabs him by the neck and steers them out the bar even as people watch.

All that Sam loves rolled into twenty-six years of hard muscle, green eyes, and possesiveness.

He gets left in the dingy motel room with an order of “You move and you’ll get spanked” that makes him shiver, but stay put.

Sam needs Dean, wants him, but Dean has opted to neglect him in favor of disappearing off somewhere. They could be having ravenous sex, Dean buried deep inside him, but Sam is just picking away at the red bed spread, laid out on his stomach as he kicks his feet back and forth in the air.

His cock stays half hard in his jeans and he ruts into the bed softly to keep the ache away, until he hears the rumble of the Impala.

He hears the engine stop and the creaking of the door opening and closing, immediately he’s fully hard.

“Dean,” he purrs as the motel room door opens up to reveal said man.

His older brothers mouth is set in a firm line and his shoulders squared.

“Face down, ass up,” Dean commands, a brown bag crinkling as it hits the bed.

“B-but, Dean,” Sam stutters, but does as he’s told.

He spreads his legs apart to arch his back further and lays his forehead down on his forearms.

The pillow smells like cheap laundry detergent. That’s what he notices as his brother stands beside the bed and begins to open Sam’s jeans roughly with one hand.

“You think you’re for everybody, Sam?” Dean asks, voice even.

“No, big brother,” Sam answers, letting Dean yank his jeans down to his knees.

“Then why–” he pushes Sam flat to the bed, “–do you act like it?”

He admits that he’s been testing Dean more than is acceptable, but he hadn’t thought about the consequences.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” Sam gasps as Dean rips his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, jolting his body.

Sam looks over his shoulder just in time to see Dean shrugging off his jacket and throw it onto the other bed. Deans muscles bugle under his shirt.

“Face down,” Dean barks.

Sam puts his face into the pillow and a few seconds later, a sharp slap to his ass is delivered. He bites the pillow, ass cheeks clenching at the sting.

“I told you not to be dancing like that in front of other people,” Dean whispers hotly in his ear, wet lips brushing.

Sam whimpers as Dean spanks him hard again, the sharp sound of his echoing.

“All this ass is for me, baby boy,” Dean kneads his left cheek hard as he licks from Sam’s neck all the way up to the shell of his ear.

Sam’s cock is hard and trapped under his belly, probably blurting pre-come out all on the sheets.

“So, I got something for you,” Dean says, voice raspy.

Sam tries not to whine as his lovers warmth disappears and he hears Dean pick up the brown bag.

“Lift up your head.”

Sam immediately does as he’s told, his eyes staring straight ahead at the brown headboard.

He hears the brown bag hit the floor lightly, empty, and a metallic jingle.

“Look, Sammy.”

He turns his head to the right to see…to see a fucking collar.

His hand flies down to squeeze the base of his cock with a whine, keeping his orgasm at bay.

The dark green collar dangles from Deans index finger, the silver name tag says ‘Property of Dean Winchester’.

“Gotta two name tags just for you, baby,” Dean smiles, green eyes dilated.

He reaches into his jeans pocket to pull out another silver tag, 'Dean’s Good Boy’.

Sam cries out as his hips buck against the sheets, head of his cock wet with his excitement.

“You’re going to look so good with this around your neck, let all those bastards know you’re mine,” Dean groans.

Sam’s throat gets grabbed as Dean climbs on the bed behind him, putting the collar around his neck.

It fits perfectly, the leather cool against his heated skin.

“My perfect boy,” his brother kisses at his neck.

Dean leans back between Sam’s spread legs, gripping his ass hard.

“Let it happen again, Sammy–” Dean slaps both his cheeks hard, “–and this ass is getting my name tattooed on it.”

Sam shivers and mewls as his brother spreads him open, exposing his hole to the cool air.

Sam is about to ask why Dean isn’t moving before he hears him spit, a warm wad of it landing right on his hole.

“Oh God,” Sam humps down hard into the bed, dick drooling.

Dean spits again and it runs down to his balls, slicking him up.

“Dean,” he pants out, face flushed and body on fire.

“Hold on, just–fuck,” Dean uses both hands to get his jeans down around his knees.

Sam squirms as he feels more of the spit sliding down behind his balls. He won’t last long, his balls already drawn up tight.

Dean lays over his little brother, slipping his throbbing cock between the slick space of Sam’s ass.

“Yeah, Dean. Fuck me, fuck me,” Sam whispers harshly, gasping as Dean ruts against him.

“Not tonight, baby,” Dean licks the shell of Sam’s ear as he picks up the pace.

His spit slicks the way, his dick slipping smoothly along the crack of Sam’s ass, over his twitching hole. He humps him like they’re animals, making the bed move and the headboard smack the wall.

“You’re going to cum just like this, all over these sheets. Just from me on top of you like this,” Dean growls into Sam’s ear, he wraps his hand around his throat to feel the collar.

Sam lets out a choked yell, hands tight in the sheets. He spreads his legs wider to move down harder into the sheets and buck back up into his brothers thrusts.

His nipples rub against the sheets as he cries out his pleasure and Dean rubs a thumb along his collar.

He’ll wear the damn thing whenever Dean tells him, wherever they go, no matter what.

“Beautiful, plump ass, Sammy. Feels so fucking good around me,” Dean is still talking into his ear, tightening his hand around his throat.

Sam lets out a yelp when the fat tip of Deans dick catches in his puffy hole. He’s going to come, can feel it in the way his balls pulse.

“’M gonna’ come soon, Dean. I’m gonna–oh, oh!” Sam lets out an embarrassing squeal when Dean reaches under him to pinch a nipple and bites his neck.

“I was thinking, Sammy,” Dean breathes hotly, his body pushing Sam further down into the bed, his dick making a sickenly wet sound as he ruts harder.

Sam sounds like he’s starving for air, chest heaving as his orgasm nears.

“Yeah, Dean, yeah?” Sam swallows, head tilting upward as his body is jarred wildly, his bangs sticking to his forehead.

“Was thinking about getting a tag that said–that said–” Dean cuts off with a loud moan, bloated length throbbing against Sam.

Sam writhes under Sam, sweat making the glide of their bodies easier.

“That said, Deans. Good. Bitch,” Dean snarls in his ear.

Sam screams loud, bucking wildly and shaking as he comes hard, moaning. He sobs, cock trapped under his stomach as he shoots the last of his load.

Dean sits back quickly, squeezing the globes of Sam’s ass together and fucking between them.

“Good boy,” Dean smirks, breathless.

He spits thickly onto his own red, aching length and fucks forward slowly. Sam groans, boneless and lets Dean do as he pleases.

He’s gonna spill all over his brothers tan skin and between his sweet ass.

“Not going to do it again, right?” Dean whispers, trying to hold out a little longer.
“No, Dean, not gonna,” Sam whimpers.
“Uh huh,” Dean pants, beginning to shake as his orgasm hits, hissing as his balls pump out his seed.

He looks down to watch himself spill thick and hot all over Sam’s hole and lower back.

When he’s done he slumps forward, groaning when his come dries between them.

“Dean?” Sam whispers.
“Hmm?”

Dean slides over on his side and Sam turns to cuddle against him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry,” Sam kisses along his sweaty neck, cooing softly.

“Its alright, just…makes me nervous to think about something happening to you cause– what if I’m not their at the moment, ya’ know?” Dean murmurs into his hairs.

“I do it cause you’re there with me, Dean.”

His older brother snorts softly.

Did you want smut? Cause smut happened. I’m sorry.