Don't be so damn benign
and don't waste my fucking time.

 
I forgot I had work early in the morning.
Whoops.
WELL BEDTIME FOR KATIE NIGHT.
BUG ME ON KIK AND STUFF YEAH.


pulledfromhell:

dontscratchthewalls:

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gumdropsxandunicorns:

dontscratchthewalls:

  ”Sam—- c’mon.” He whines, as he uses 
his palm to press down against his groin.
He’s half hard and Sam is just freezing. Sammy
wants him to come closer and if he has to, he will
use every trick in the fucking book.
His fingers pull the zipper down, lifting his hips
as he clumsily slips out of his pants until his boxers 
only remained. He rubbed on the very apparent 
appreciation of Sam and all he was. 
"Please, please, pleasepleaseplease."

Sam ran his hands through his hair. He wanted to walk away. He wanted to ignore this and never talk about it again because Sammy deserves more. So much more. How could he communicate that without offending the younger? His brows draw in and he shakes his head. “Sam”- 

Fuck he’s taking off his pants and now it’s just too damn late- 

"Man I can’t- I-" he gulps and the corners of his mouth draws down yet still he doesn’t pull away. "-I’m not it. I’m not it and I’m drunk- you need Dean. That’s what you want- you’re just confused" he smooths Sammy’s hair back and looks straight into those familiar eyes. 

"No." He whimpers as he rolls his hips into that palm of his. Sam’s words are reaching him but there so full of bullshit even his drunk brain knows better. He hums against the feeling and he almost looses his boner talking about Dean. "N-no, I don’t want ‘y brother. I want you, Sam. Just you." Sammy rolls his hips again.

All he wanted was for those lips to be against his again. “—— Don’t be a fuckin’ jerk on me. Please, Sam, please. Even sober, ‘m wantin’ you.”


hedonistique asked:
' i believe in you. '
COMFORT AND SAFETY

 
   It’s been so long since someone’s said that to him. So long.
    Sam doesn’t know what to honestly say, he’s not sure if he can
      say anything but there is one thing he knows he can say.
         Something that he’s always known and that can be appreciated no
             matter what.
  “Thanks…
        I love you.”


ringokotomi:

Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”


gumdropsxandunicorns:

dontscratchthewalls:

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   He tries wiggling again. Only
   because that gets a reaction out
   of the other. 
    “Hey, Sam—-” He mumbles as he 
    rolls over, a hand moving ever so 
    close to his groin. “Ya wanna watch?”

Jesus. This was getting to be too much. 
He moves his hips away because just-
he can’t. “Sam-” he’s groaning, stopping
himself from moving closer because it 
was hard not to be drawn in like a 
damn magnent. “Shouldn’t be doing this…”

  
"Sam—- c’mon." He whines, as he uses 
his palm to press down against his groin.
He’s half hard and Sam is just freezing. Sammy
wants him to come closer and if he has to, he will
use every trick in the fucking book.
His fingers pull the zipper down, lifting his hips
as he clumsily slips out of his pants until his boxers 
only remained. He rubbed on the very apparent 
appreciation of Sam and all he was. 
"Please, please, pleasepleaseplease."



gumdropsxandunicorns:

dontscratchthewalls

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  He’s not sure if it’s the alochol to his brain but he feels relaxed. Sam and the younger had been drinking and Sammy felt—- well… out of it.
He mumbled before laying down on the bed, smiling a bit at the other.
   ”C’mere. I want a kiss.”

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He can’t even deny it at this point. He’s too drunk and feels too good. Sam wraps his arms around him and claims the others lips with his own. He smooths Sammy’s hair back, nuzzles close, growls. “Now that’s enough” but it all slurs together “Can’t do too much kiddo.”

 
Sammy likes the kiss a lot. It’s just right
and it’s just the tip of what kisses are like
with him. Sammy wants more, wants him to
claim his lips, and steal his breath away.
"N-no." He whimpers and grabs onto those broad
shoulders. He’s tipsy not a prude. “More.”



gumdropsxandunicorns:

dontscratchthewalls:

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  “Just tryin’ to get comfortable.
   Be more comfy if you were with me.

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Sam doesn’t want to talk. He just wants to 
watch his younger self on the matteress and 
eat his White Castle. 

But Jesus- that boy had an ass….

 
   He tries wiggling again. Only
   because that gets a reaction out
   of the other. 
    “Hey, Sam—-” He mumbles as he 
    rolls over, a hand moving ever so 
    close to his groin. “Ya wanna watch?”


dontscratchthewalls asked:
"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

therebetterbepie:

"I can’t breathe…"

 
  “Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay.
   Deep breaths okay?
   Nothin’ going to hurt you. 
   You’re safe, Dean. Relax.”


dontscratchthewalls asked:
"I love you."

gumdropsxandunicorns:

"Yeah…I know you do Sammy." Because what
else was he supposed to say? ‘I love you’? The
poor boy was hooked enough as it is and even 
if he felt the same way it wouldn’t be best for 
the other to know it. 

Never mind that  he’s drunk as a skunk.

 
  He’s not sure if it’s the alochol to his brain but he feels relaxed. Sam and the younger had been drinking and Sammy felt—- well… out of it.
He mumbled before laying down on the bed, smiling a bit at the other.
   ”C’mere. I want a kiss.”


abandonedbyheaven:

dontscratchthewalls:

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pulledfromhell:

dontscratchthewalls:

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