Literally all I want is someone to put a dick in Sam’s mouth. Please? Can this happen? Pretty please?
That’s all Dean wants, too. And he wants it to be his dick. He wants it to press past those gorgeous pink lips, smearing them with creamy pre-come in the process, making them slick and glistening in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. He wants it to linger on that beautiful tongue, weighing down the warm flesh and feeling it swirl and move up and down the whole length. He wants it to slide deep, deep down, smooth it along wet and soft flesh, thrusting in and out with every sharp snap of of his hips. He wants it to fuck his brother’s face thoroughly. And he wants to shove it down Sammy’s throat, feeling him swallow around the fat head, gagging, his cheeks flushing so beautifully from the effort he has to put into deep-throating him. He wants to relish the insides of Sam’s mouth for hours, feeling it snug and warm and goddamn perfect around his cock, pink lips stretched wide around the base of his dick, Sam’s nose buried in the soft, blond curls there. He wants, oh he wants so badly.
But Sam, sweet little Sammy, is barely fourteen yet and Dean has to wait, has to be patient. And until then he lets his mind drift and he jerks himself off slowly, deliberatly, while he presses his tongue inside the tight hole, hidden between his brother’s soft butt cheeks.
from the shadows that endlessly call your name (x)
you're the better half of me
you carry the light of my soul
// for: driftingcas (poem)
Hey, if you ship Wincest and aren’t afraid to post about it, would you please like or reblog this? I need some more on my dashboard :) I feel kinda alone here.
omg pls, my fics do not even go anywhere near the perfection of BLoD. but thank you i love you.
OH SHUSH YOU GIANT SAP, tis not yours to judge. BLoD may be long and dark and angsty, but in some ways it lacks of soul and spirit- and that’s nothing I can say about your fics. You pour the life of your own veins into your stories and that’s what makes them unique and heartbreaking, that’s what makes them so strong and perfect.
/pulls you very close and whispers into your ear/ I still have the recording of me reading Sammy’s Garden out loud and the way my voice breaks and downright vanishes ino nothingness is enough to show me how much heart beats between the lines of your stories. /swallows thickly
AHHH GOD WE’RE RUINED
Doomed for eternity.
How to look at your brother [Route 666 1.13]
my love for you
is as wide
as the day
Sam + his codependency towards Dean
i can be myself now finally…i want the world to see you be with me