T A I N T E D .
DO YOU SEE THIS FACE DILDO
THIS IS THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO IS DONE WITH UR SHIT
AND ITS NOT LIKE I WANNA HUMP YOU WITH ONE SOCK ON OR ANYTHING N OP E THAT’S JUST GROSS OR HEAR YOUR DULCET TONES ZF;KDS FUCK I GUESS I KINDA SORTA LOVE YOU OR SMTHING
It's national crush day, who ever sends you a '♥' has a crush on you.
i didn’t even rebLOG THE THING YOU FRICK. but e h i guess you’re alright; kinda cute and funny and hella dumb and you like salads and being shipped to africa in boxes and i kinda maybe sorta have a crush on you too.
not just saying that cause we’re dating ahen.MY YELIZ MINE T H A N K
#2 hot 4 u son
#also sry already got myself a fine ass hunny for a valentine who is way cooler than u
❝atta boy, sammy.❞
oh but he wants to push it now.
so he first leans back,
levelling his shoulders to give way
to his brother’s ’ magical ’ fingers.
❝oh yeah, right there. i was thinking you could suck me off after —❞
no response is necessary to that ;
the ’ bitchface ’ ridden on his
features will suffice. a soft sigh
eludes his lips as hands reach
his brother’s back, softly massaging his
tender skin with loose fingers.
❝Yeah, no.
——not happening tonight.❞
he’d at least have to try
and play hard to get.
❝i hear massaging your older brother’s shoulders has very redeeming qualities and could potentially absolve you of the demon blood pumping through your veins.❞
❝……❞
touché, dean.
❝———whatever, dude ;
but you’re massaging me next,
my back has been killing me.❞
❝—i need a massage.❞
❝I heard Frederick down at the mall is very good with his hands.❞
whinES EVEN LOUDER YOU FUCKING FUCK I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE IT IS KNOWN I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE YOU BANANA JUST FJDSKFJS I LOVE YOU TIMES INFINITY OK CHOKES ON TONGUE
THIS IS IN MY ASK BOX
TEN
TIMES
YOU
FRICK
scoopsyouupandtakesyoubacktocanadaforlatenightboningsession
Put 'MISTLETOE' in my inbox for a holiday kiss.
Sam made a point to focus his attention to the television ahead although his eyes would rather wander elsewhere. Sure, the game was interesting enough, but all he could think about was the man sitting next to him. The scent of his older brother lingered in the crisp, algid air as utter silence surrounded their expanse.
{ no, he wasn’t going to cry.
not today.
not in front of dean. }
It was the reason he couldn’t celebrate the holiday with his brother fully, although he promised to try his hardest. It was the reason that perhaps he’d drank a little more eggnog than he’d planned to. The truth of the matter was that in a mere couple of months, Dean would be gone. Hellhounds would drag him into the fiery pits, and it was all because of him. All because his idiot older brother had to go make that crossroads deal against his will, trading in his life in place of the younger Winchester.
But he couldn’t bare to think about that right now. Instead, ecru irises snuck a glimpse at his brother, smiling and laughing with drink in hand. It was hard for his lips not to tug upwards into a grin, feeling his body move a bit closer instinctively.
That’s when emerald hues turned towards his hazel ones, the smile twisted onto his lips only expanding at their contact. Sam allowed for his hand to rest gently on the hunter’s leg, his other one touching the glass of eggnog to his lips. Yeah, he could feel the liquor coarse through his veins as they sat there, looking at each other momentarily without saying a word. This would have been uncomfortable between the brothers once, but now the occasional silence was welcomed and rather refreshing.
❝Merry Christmas, Dean.❞
His voice evaded him in a hushed tones as his words broke out, eyes still locked on those of his brother’s. For a moment, he considered turning back to the television screen and continuing on a relaxing evening. Perhaps it was the alcohol giving him much needed bravery, or knowing that he didn’t have many chances left to make his feelings known towards Dean. Regardless, he decided to take a chance against his better judgement, careening a hand to the man’s cheek and pressing his lips firmly down against his.
The osculation lasted only a brief moment, but both Winchesters pulled away from it with a smile. Sam expected that they wouldn’t talk about what had just happened and would continue watching the game reticently. Instead, he felt rough hands grip onto his shirt and pull him back for another steamy kiss, except this time his brother had upped the intensity several notches.
