Let Me Tell You A Story

Britnie. 23. Aquarius-Pisces cusp. Pansexual. INFP. I like things that make my brain go "whoa" and my heart forget how to beat. This is a personal blog, along with a lot of fandom stuff. Occasionally NSFW, whiny and home to some of my own writing.
Posts tagged "wincest"

waterbird13:

Dean fingering Sam until Sam is loose and desperate, face pressed into the mattress, muffled begging for more, Dean pressing kisses down Sam’s spine and against the small of Sam’s back, the swell of his ass, humming soothingly against his little brother’s skin “almost there baby boy, gonna feel so good when I’m in you, just need you nice and relaxed first sweetheart, another minute or two, then I’ll be inside you, gonna make you feel so good, Sammy.”

(via samprincesschester)

safiyabat:

I saw a discussion among some folks who follow That Ship on my dash and it’s triggering a rant.  The following rant will probably make some people unhappy, especially those who follow That Ship, and I apologize for undue stress and Rantiness.  I’m also adding a cut to minimize offense.  

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bitchjerks:

 I’m soso sorry. Your laugh is a thunderclap, you love like surgery.

(via bottomjared)

cerseilannisterfanclub:

tbh nothing screams “true love” like brothers who would be completely set on ripping the world apart and murdering everyone who stood in their way if the other was in trouble (◡‿◡✿)

(via samprincesschester)

shelves-of-you:

For all you Wincest shippers out there…

(via kansaskissedlips)

garrisonbabe:

sAM HAVING A GARDEN TO GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO FOCUS ON THAT ISN’T DEATH AND SADNESS

SAM WATCHING HUMMINGBIRDS COME TO HIS FLOWERS

DEAN WATCHING HIS LITTLE BROTHER TEND TO THE GARDEN AND KINDA SMILING TO HIMSELF

SAM AND DEAN MAKING OUT NEXT TO THE HYDRANGEAS

(via whiskyandoldspice)

Your darling little Sammy”

(via youremybigbrother)

cuntessa:

(x) In which Sam blows Dean and then gets fucked.

(via kansaskissedlips)

Hold onto your voice. 
Hold onto your breath.
Don't make a noise, don't leave the room until
I come back from the dead for you.
I will come back from the dead for you.
This could be a city.
This could be a graveyard.
This could be the basket of a big balloon.
Leave the lights on.

You Are Jeff
- Richard Siken

(via samprincesschester)

alldeanneedsissamandpie:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

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(via wienersnake)

ballsdeepinsamwinchester:

lawrencekansasboys:

look me in the eye and tell me Dean would say no to Sam if Sam asked for a kiss

look me in the eye

Dean Winchester is generous, gives rather than takes whenever the mood strikes him. Don’t quote him on that though, he’ll deny it without so much as blinking. And he’s good at it too, the lying. Hell, how did you think he managed to get this far with the life he lives? Perfected his poker face before he could even walk. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but you get his drift, right? Good. 

That’s not what he was talking about though, was it? 

Oh right, giving

Don’t get him wrong he’s not a pushover or anything like that, can hold his own ground when he fucking has to and can drink any old timer under the table. But that’s besides the point. 

Not a pushover - 

He’s not. The word no flies off his damn tongue more often than not, unless it’s some snot nosed pain in the ass sasquatch he is fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to call a brother- baby brother.

When it comes to Sam, that two letter word isn’t in his damn vocabulary. Can barely even remember how to press his lips together, or curl his tongue in such a way to get the word out. 

Nope, just completely fucking wiped from his memory like he never even learned it at all. 

So is it any surprise when Sam (the asshole) cornered him after a hunt, backed him up nice and snug against the rotting wood of whatever run down warehouse they were in this time, got all up in his face and told him just how badly he needed, that he couldn’t find it in himself to say nowhat the fuck Sam?.  

Well it was a fucking surprise to him. 

But looking at the determination in his brother’s face, the underlying fear of rejection, he knows without a shadow of the doubt that he’s not strong enough to say it- doesn’t even know if he’d even want to. 

So instead of saying all the things he probably should have, he fisted his hands into the fabric of Sam’s jacket, reversed their positions and slammed Sam up against the wood. Reveled in the way Sam’s stupid eyes widened. 

He smirked, pushed his leg in between Sam’s, spreading them. 

"Yes," he said and wound his hands up into Sam’s hair, pulled him down and closer. "Yes." 

Because when it comes to Sam it’s the only goddamn word he knows. 

(via leftboob-enthusiast)