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Dean eating + Sam’s reaction (requested by anonymous)

#winchesters or j2 #sam winchester #dean winchester #j2 #spn gifs

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Blushy!Jared scratching his head when he gets complimented.

#so beautiful #Jared padalecki #interviews #these are a queue of my favorite things

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When life gives me lemons, I procrastinate until they rot and then regret it for the rest of my life.

#me #accurate

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She probably just needs some space. We’ve been there! We both had times we needed time apart. 

And we both came back

#beautiful #stronger together #wincest #spn edit

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Jared commented on Jensen’s post :)) (x)

#I was sad we didn't see costumes #but this makes me happy #J2

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through the years…

[season 9 GR thanks to]

#some things never change #J2 #on set #fucking husbands

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very saxxy (x)

#stomach porn #saxx #jared padalecki

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#beautiful boy #jared padalecki #these are a queue of my favorite things

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[x]

#my headcanon is that jareds in the balcony #and that's where jensen keeps looking #rockstar!jensen #atlcon 16 #con gifs

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Peaches was a running joke during this panel (x)

#i can't with them #fucking husbands #j2 #atlcon 16 #con gifs #these are a queue of my favorite things

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#hurt!sammy #sam winchester #black and white #these are a queue of my favorite things

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Just playing each other power ballads from the 1980s. No big deal. 

(X)

#i witnessed this with my own two eyes #j2 #atlcon 2016 #look at their song choices though #i cannot believe them

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1.01 | 10.18

#that's it #that's the show #wincest

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TorCon gold panel

#could i love this casualness any more? #no no i could not #fucking husbands #j2 #con gifs #torcon 16

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#quintessential j2 #tell me the dog laying down isn't jensen's exact face #like he's so done with jared's possessiveness #these are a queue of my favorite things

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Taster’s Choice Moment (defined by the coffee company’s website): A shared moment of indulgent pleasure.

 (X)

#fun fact #if you do google this you get two results #one is about smoking pot #the other is about romantic moments between dudes #so basically a romantic date #i cannot with these two #fucking married couple #j2

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The very first time is like a strand of hair falling on a forehead. It’s an accident, something random, and a small ripple barely visible at the surface of a quiet lake. Just a fluttering of wings, and the birth of a hurricane.

Sam walks in their motel room while Dean is fucking a girl, in Sam’s bed. She’s all dark glistening skin where she’s laying on her back on the ratty mattress, gorgeous curves and bouncing tits. She’s just Dean’s type, Sam thinks distantly. He hears a grunted “S’ok, s’my brother” when the girl turns her head to look at Sam, and that’s how it starts. Dean doesn’t even falter in his thrusts, doesn’t turn his head to acknowledge Sam. He keeps going, moving his hips at a punishing rhythm while the girl’s heels dig into the small of his back. She’s mewling on the bed, moaning like she’s never been fucked this good in her life. It’s possible that it’s true.

Sam is simultaneously horrified, pissed off, and something else he doesn’t want to put a word on because he’s not nearly drunk enough for the shape of its letters on his tongue. The sight is mesmerizing enough that he starts when he hears Dean’s breathless voice.

“Wanna watch?”

There’s enough slurring in there to know that Dean’s had a few too many at the bar earlier, but the fact that he just offered for Sam to stay and watch him fuck someone is really what makes Sam know his brother is truly hammered. Instead of answering, Sam flees out of the room and spends the next half hour driving aimlessly and refusing to acknowledge his hard-on. He forgets to be mad about his bed.

The next time Dean asks, Sam stays. The girl winks at him when he sits gingerly on a chair and refuses to sprawl, to get comfortable. He figures if he stays at least he has to make sure he doesn’t enjoy a single second of it. He tries his best to look at the girl, only the girl. He tries to convince himself it’s her tits bouncing up and down while she’s riding Dean that have him growing hard in his pants, tells himself it’s her gasps and moans that make him squirm. The obscene slap slap slap of skin on skin is filling his ears, and he doesn’t listen to Dean’s panting, doesn’t stare at his tanned hand where it’s gripping the girl’s porcelain thigh hard enough to leave bruises. Later that night, Sam doesn’t lock himself in the bathroom because he now knows what Dean sounds like when he comes. He does it and strips his cock in hard and fast strokes because of the sight of the girl arching her back and rolling her hips. Sam is a fucking liar.

It goes on like this for a while, often enough that Sam can’t even deny the flutter in his stomach when he comes back to nameless motel rooms sure that Dean is in there with a girl. He never remembers their faces, never questions how willing and unfazed they all are to let a guy in on the fun. He doesn’t know their names, forgets their faces as soon as the night is over, but in his mind there’s a full collection of every single one of Dean’s expressions while he’s having sex. It doesn’t mean anything. And then there’s her.

She sees right through him, and it’s a testimony of how screwed they are when Sam steps in the room and her eyes snap to meet his immediately. She’s not nearly as unfocused as she should be while having sex with Dean Winchester. She’s got red hair falling in waves around little bird shoulders, sweat making her skin shiny, and matching patches of red on her cheeks. At this point, Dean doesn’t ask anymore, Sam just sits in the chair that’s always oh so conveniently placed right in front of one of the beds. It’s random, all of it, Sam would rather douse himself with gasoline before admitting it’s not.

He sits there for a while, guilty beyond words whenever he catches her looking at him looking at Dean. He’s hard as nails in his jeans and can’t do anything, eyes drifting to Dean’s strong thighs, to the perfect globes of his ass, pale and smooth, to the curve of his back, the hard notch at the top of his spine. Dean has his head between her legs and she’s got one hand holding his head and the other toying with her tit. Her eyes are slits but her voice is clear when she speaks, eyes riveted to Sam.

“Touch me.”

“What?!”

The sound comes out of Sam’s mouth but also out of Dean’s, and the muffled exclamation would be comical if Dean wasn’t snapping his head up to look between Sam and the girl with something like terror on his face.

“You heard me”, she purrs, eyes never leaving Sam and her hand gently pushing Dean’s head back between her open legs, “Touch me”.

Sam feels terribly small under that burning gaze. The girl’s lashes flutter when Dean puts his tongue back to a better use, the crimson on his cheeks the only clue that he’s freaking out as bad as Sam. Sam’s legs are trembling when he gets up but he obeys, walks closer to the bed, posture rigid and not sure he shouldn’t leave, because this is fucked up, more than spying on his brother having sex, more than sitting and watching at a reasonable distance, more than the burning pit of want in his stomach.

But Sam goes and once he’s close enough, the girl grabs his hand and tugs. Sam stumbles and almost falls right on top of her, knees digging in the mattress and he hovers above her. He doesn’t want to but there’s a challenge in her eyes, and she gasps audibly, making Sam’s eyes glancing down for just a half second, just long enough to see Dean’s mouth, a flash of his tongue, where he’s licking her relentlessly. It’s over before it begins but when Sam looks back at her, her eyes are screaming “gotcha”.

He doesn’t realize she’s still holding his hand before she moves it and puts it on her tit. It gets easier with that and he’s so grateful, so fucking grateful he almost kisses her right there, would if he thought this was something she wanted. Instead he gives her everything else. His lips and his hands on her boobs, touching and licking. He mouths at her collarbone and bites in the tender skin of her neck. He sucks bruises into her skin and she holds him close, trembles under him when she orgasms. He never touches Dean.

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#this is SO HOT #one of my favorite tropes #wincest #whoaeasytiger #wincest fic #nsfw text #threesome #hetsex