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18 | mostly wincest and hannigram atm | i draw and write | some NSFW content

[cattypillarpillar]

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hey gang :-)

i'm cattypillar ! she/her + he/him

i write and draw. currently in love with hannigram and wincest

requests are open! fic commissions are open!! dm or send asks!! i love chatting!

love u all 🥰💖💖

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writing/fic commissions || ao3

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[1strecom]

..anyway this may be the j2 clip of all time

[cattypillarpillar]

theyre so fucking gooby omfg GHHEHHAGREHSGgdhfhfjf

[lemonpepperty]

learning that jensen “trained” jared to stop bitting his nails when he taps is just-

like guys i need fics where dean controls sam to this degree but even MORE

[cattypillarpillar]

HELLOOOO i am obsessed with this

[cattypillarpillar]

wip updaattee,, moar vamp dean!

[cattypillarpillar]

current wip ..!!!,, vampire dean....

[cattypillarpillar]

A Pair of Pretty Pink Lacy L!ngerie

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sam wears something a little risque during a hunt. Of course Dean notices. He’d have to be a completely oblivious idiot to not notice. Once they’re alone… Well, isn’t it obvious what’s to happen?

Tags: wincest, feminization, crossdressing, dirty talk, org@$m denial, org@$m delay, l!ngerie, PWP, d@ddy k!nk, pr@!se k!nk

A/N: this was my first wincest/spn fic!! please be nice :-)). btw i do writing commissions heh...

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88893406

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The moment Sammy locked the motel room door, there were rough warm hands on his shoulders. He was slammed against the wall, narrowly missing the framed picture beside his head. 

“Dean!” He grunted. A hot breath grazed Sam’s neck as Dean fondled him. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me? You’ve been a little cocktease this whole damn day.” Dean nipped at his skin. 

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” Let’s make a game out of it. More fun that way.

“You think I wouldn’t notice? Wearing that thing. Talkin’ to people like it was nothing.” 

“Dean… I‘m not wearing anything special. Drop it.” 

“Don’t lie to me, Sammy. I know you in and out.” Dean unbuttoned Sam’s fly and yanked his jeans down to his knees. 

Warmth pooled to his cock and face. Dean’s cock was also hardening. He could feel it poking into him through the fabric of… his…

Sammy’s lacy, baby pink lingerie was on full display. Its contours were stretched by his thick hard-on and voluptuous ass. The head of his cock, peeking out from the hem, drooled. A pearl of cum glistened at the tip. 

“There we go,” Dean sighed, voice heady. “Wearin’ this just for me, yeah?”

“Only for you. Always just for you.” 

The fabric of the lingerie grew tighter. A wet spot stained the front. During the slow periods of the day’s hunt, Sam’s mind would wander. And each  time he fantasized about Dean discovering his pink little secret. Each time cum dribbled out and smeared against the soft fabric as he remained innocuous as possible. 

“Color’s pretty on you.” Dean slapped his ass. The blow was softened due to the lingerie’s fabric, but Sam flinched anyway. “Who would’ve thought had a thing for girlie panties. You like walking around wearing this, right under my nose, teasing me. A pretty little girl.”

Sam groaned as Dean shoved his hand beneath the hem, gripping his leaking cock. “Mmphh…” He bit his lip, a weak attempt to keep quiet.

“You like wearing panties like a little girl, and getting jerked off by your big brother.” Dean stroked Sam’s cock, agonizing in its pleasure. “Say it.” 

“I like it.” Sam managed, between gasps. 

“Say it properly, Sammy.” Dean rubbed his thumb over the slit, slicking the pad of his finger with Sam’s cum. “You like what?”

“I like it, D-Daddy?”

Dean chuckled, not a dark laugh. He was genuinely amused for a second. “Okay, that’s better. Not what I was looking for.” 

“O-oh, uhm…” Sam tried to think for a moment, his head fuzzy. He’d succumbed to an ocean Dean’s warmth, Dean’s smell, Dean’s touch… Sam’s thoughts, like bubbles, only fizzled up and away before he could realize them, leaving as fast as they came. 

“Having a hard time, baby?” Dean stopped jerking off Sam’s cock. His hand remained there, warmth wrapped around the girth of it. “Here, I’ll make it easy for you. Just repeat after me.”

Sam missed the sensation of Dean’s hand moving along his length. He whimpered at the loss. “Dean…”

“I know, I know. I’ll start touching you again soon.” Dean kissed the side of his head. “Repeat. ‘I like…’”

Sam’s breath was soft and airy. “I like…”

“Wearing lacy panties like a little girl.”

“Wearing panties like a girl.”

“Nuh-uh, Sammy. Try again.”

Sam wanted to scream at Dean. Please, please, please just touch me already. He humped against Dean’s hand, desperate for friction. “Deeeeaaaann.” 

“C’mon, you have to say it. How will I know if you like this or not?” Dean, his very very very annoying brother, whined in his ear. 

Sam swallowed, gathering strength in his jaw to muster up the words. “I… I like wearing lacy panties like a little girl.”

“Good boy, Sammy. You’re almost done.” Dean nuzzled him, kissing the tanned skin. “Now, ‘I like…’”

“I like…”

“My big brother jerking me off.”

“My big brother–” Sam gasped as Dean gripped his cock, tugging just as fast as before. “Fuck!”

“C’mon, baby. C’mon. You’re almost there. Say it and Daddy’ll let you come.”

“I like my brother-”

“Big brother.”

“I like my big brother jerking me off.”

“Good job. My little Sammy.”

Dean pumped his hand up and down, faster and faster. Sam gasped and moaned, mind too loose and liberated to chain down his carnal impulses. Dean was growling praises and encouragement into his ear. Good, Sammy. Keep goin’, keep goin’. You’re doing great, baby. That’s it, yeah. Heat bloomed all over his body. He began to lose balance, but Dean held him up. Where he ended and the air swirling around his skin began, he could not tell. 

A white burst of overwhelming, engulfing pleasure ruptured through his body. It consumed him, like a beast, viciously and hungrily. Cum spurted out of his cock, catching on his shirt and over Dean’s fisted hand. He came back to himself slowly, limp legged and lungs recovering. 

“Holy shit, Dean.”

“‘Holy shit’ is right.” Dean replied. Sam didn’t need to turn around to know that he was smiling. 

His heart hammered on. Oxytocin, and dopamine, and endorphins, and what have you flowed through Sam’s system, like microscopic fairies blessing his cells with euphoria. Dean took them to the motel bed, Sam still coming down from his high. 

They laid there together, for a few moments, staring at the unmoving ceiling. Two souls with two shapes that aligned, slotted, and melded into each other perfectly. Fates tied the moment they were conceived.

“That…” Sam inhaled and exhaled, in… out… in… out… He laid spread eagle across the mattress. “That was so much better than what I imagined.”

“You planned this out?” Dean asked, incredulous. 

“Well, sorta,” Sam thought back to earlier that day. “When I bent over to pick up the keys I ‘dropped’.”

“And I’m guessing the pen was all a ruse? The tugging at your shirt? The investigating the ground for evidence?”

“In my defense, I actually did drop the pen by accident.”

“You’re a little shit, Sammy.” Dean barked out a laugh. “How long have you been wanting this?”

“Dunno. For a few weeks I think.” 

"Could've told me you were into this weeks ago then. You could’ve gotten that creamy fuckin’ orgasm way earlier.”

Sam tried not cringing at the use of ‘creamy’ (key word: tried). “Unlike you, Dean, I actually have the self-control to get delayed gratification.”

“Blah, blah, blah… Sounds like a bunch of nerd-talk to me.”

“Whatever you say.” Sam said, pulling himself out of bed. “Alright, we gotta get up. I’m getting sticky.”

“Shower sexy funtimes?” Dean began to follow Sam to the bathroom. 

“Only if you behave, you horndog.”

[cattypillarpillar]

who do u think has olfactophilia, sam or dean

sam

dean

both

Voting ended onJul 26

[cattypillarpillar]

Bacon and Eggs for Breakfast, Not Blood

Rating: gen

Summary: Sam cooks breakfast for Dean, on a rarely calm day they have. They’re both getting used to Dean’s vampirism. 

Tags: vampire!dean, wincest, fluff, breakfast, lighthearted bickering, cooking, domesticity, bunker era, SFW, sam winchester loves dean winchester, dean winchester loves sam winchester, drabble

A/N: Sorry if anything seems ooc or doesn’t match with canon!! I’m very new to the fandom and i’m still on season 1 :-)). Hope you enjoy!!!

also yes this is a reference to/inspired by that one scene in nbc's hannibal where hannibal sniffs will lol

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/89186371

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It was a calm day, one that they rarely have. It’s been two days since they’ve gotten a distress call from anyone with any ghost, demon, or boogieman bullshit. Sam was making breakfast, or well dinner for Sam, it was breakfast for Dean. Humming while stirring around the eggs in the pan, he was wearing the stupid apron that had “NOT ONLY SEXY BUT CAN COOK TOO” embroidered on it. It’s the one apron that Dean got for him, despite Sam’s insistence against it. 

Secretly, Sam really did like wearing it when he cooked, especially when he was cooking for Dean. He did hate what it said, but it reminded him of Dean. So, it wasn’t so bad. 

“I knew something smelled good!” Dean’s voice called from behind him. Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

Sam repressed the urge to sigh. From experience, he’s learned it’s just better to ignore Dean’s tacky flirtations. “Eggs and bacon. With some other stuff thrown in.”

“Oh what, some gross rabbit food?”

“Yes, Dean. Some rabbit food. Because I’m making this for myself too.”

“Thank you, Daaaddy,” Dean teased, his voice high and whiney. He moved beside Sam where he was cooking, mindlessly wrapping an arm around Sam’s waist. “Damn that actually looks pretty good.”

“Uh-huh.” Sam took note of the ‘actually’. He tried shrugging off Dean’s hold. “Get out of the way, man. It’s not safe.”

“Don’t worry so much, Sammy-baby. A little burn on me will heal right up.”

“I meant it’s not safe for me.”

“Jesus, okay fine. I’ll get out of your way.”

Finally. “Thank you.”

Sam naively, dumbly, foolishly thought that was the end of the ordeal, and that he could go back to cooking a nice meal for his brother in peace. That was not the case. 

Dean let go of him. Sam felt the drag of Dean’s arm across his back as he withdrew his hold. He felt the pressure of Dean’s body, against his side, leave him. He didn’t care to glance up to see if he really went, too focused on making sure the omelette came out right and he didn't burn himself. He’s just about to reward himself with a sigh of exasperation when he still sensed Dean, closely, behind him. 

“Dean-” Sam turned around, glaring at Dean. “Dean, what the fuck? Did you just smell me?”

Dean was stunned, his red eyes wide, pretty eyelashes framing them. “What, a man can’t enjoy some ass once in a while?”

“I could distinctly hear you smelling me.”

“And that’s such a crime?” Dean laughed weakly, “Hard to resist, I guess.”

“You’re such a goddamn freak.”

“Kettle meet teapot.” Dean flicked at Sam’s ass before sauntering away. He could feel the gentle dull sting through the fabric. 

Sam grumbled, “And somehow… we share genetic material.”

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Sam finished cooking, and they were eating together at the table. Since Dean’s transformation, he didn’t exactly need the food, but he sure as hell still liked it. 

“Human food still tastes good to you?” Sam asked. “Thought that blood would be the only thing you’d eat now.”

“Hell yeah it still tastes good. You’d think that I’d turn down cheesy bacon scrambled eggs just because I can’t go in the sun and shit?”

Sam shrugged. “Just wondering.”

“‘M never turning down good food,” Dean said, a mouthful of his breakfast stuffed in his face. Besides, he thought, we’ve barely seen each other these past few days. If I can eat with you, then I’m eating with you.

[annebronte-deactivated20210628]

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

[impalapilled]

sam and dean would take pics like this and then wonder why people think they’re fucking

[cattypillarpillar]

should i do redraws of these yes or no

[cyberdelph]

http://xhslink.com/o/2fr43XANRmS

[vamperitass]

[cattypillarpillar]

i get sad about dogs(/animals in general) probably getting headaches, but they cant say, so theyre just in pain until its over... its why i like to give my dog head massages every once in a while :-)

[illsayprettyplease]

Unposted Memes from 2022: Part 4 🍑

[cattypillarpillar]

i had a dream last night that there were four additional wincest brothers. but like they werent related to dean and sam, they were just other two pairs of monster hunter brothers that happened to have the last name and also be incestuous

anyway they all had a big gay wincest orgy, and that was the dream

[bogwatr]

Saw the most beautiful thing at Pride the other day

[decayedhumanity]

sam and dean stop kissbaiting each other challenge level impossible

[cattypillarpillar]

its not myyy faauuulllt if the brothers have sexual romantic and emotional tension ookayyy... I DONT MAKE THE RULES.!!!

[syncope-chic]

Sam lost the rabbits foot. Hes bumbling around breaking shit. He needs help getting down the stairs without falling. His knees are bloody and stuck full of dirt. He slipped in the shower. He fell and busted his lip. He asks for help getting his shoes on. Dean’s so hard he could pass out