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hey old blog this is what i look like now still human
I'm afraid when I'm old the one regret I'll have is never telling you, but you've already forgotten we ever meet.
whoever this was, should tell me.Â
Head canon: Dean bothers Sam over how long his hair is, tugging on it, pulling it, and running his hands through the soft locks. But when he wakes up, with Samâs mouth around his cock every night, he always gingerly wipes his bangs out of his eyes, just like he had never teased him before.
A few of Sam's favorite tastes:
⢠Sugary strawberry jam on toast when Dean takes him out to a diner at 4AM. Only because heâs âstarvingâ and canât sleep without getting his hands on something sweet first.
⢠Salty tears of happiness that drip-drop down to his lips after Dean told him they could start sleeping in the same bed once Dad left.
⢠A sour lemon popsicle on some summer day when Dean buys him one (from the ice cream truck) and sweats his way through watching his little brotherâs tongue lick up the sugar.
⢠The oil-stale taste of Deanâs finger after he had used it to wipe whipped cream off of Samâs lip and slid it onto his tongue.
⢠The bitter taste of precome, the first time Dean pushed him down to his knees next to the Impala. Even they were both drunk, Sam took him up on the offer.
My name is Kassidy!Â
And iâm looking for art trade/snail mail pen pals. I spend a lot of time on each letter I write, and have a few pen pals, but always am wanting more! I love writing, and am very reliable in replies! Looking for ages 16-22 ish,Â
Things Iâm interested in:
Reading V.C. Andrews
ArtÂ
Handmaking stickers
Zines
And writing!
Contact -Â jaredtristanpadalickme.tumblr.com/
Hey! Iâm Kassidy and Iâm searching for a snail-mail pen pal.Â
I love writing letters, drawing, and reading.Â
My favorite things include,Â
Rick and Morty
V.C. Andrews
Strawberries
Clay sculpting
Pin making
Earring making
I live in Ohio, US and am looking for reliable pen pals in between ages 16-20!Â
You can contact me on here at jaredtristanpadalickme.tumblr.com or at honeybeeees.tumblr.com !!
Unopened messages, part three
11:42PM : Dammit Sam, please come back ill do anything for u to stay
11:43PM : What is so good about college anyways
11:59PM : U r too smart for that place Sammy, too smart about things that no one else knows about
12:02AM : I love u. jesus Sam. I love u
12:05AM : And its ur loss if you donât take me up on that offer
12:40AM : Please come home soon, ill do something dumb like take you out to dinner or a movie or to one of those dumb concerts youâve always wanted to go to
1:01AM : Ill be at the the Clearsky Motel in Buford until u come home, and i hope its soon cause i think this place has roaches
1:01AM : And because im not sure if iâll last a week without u
âNo one will ever love you!â The school bully screams in Samâs tear-stained face, making for one terrible Friday. When he finally gets home, books in hand, he knows thatâs not true because there is a plate of food wrapped in plastic on the table with his name on it. And a note that says, âLove you, Sammy. Be back soon. DWâ
John getting a motel room with two beds when he realizes Sam has less nightmares when he sleeps next to his brother \(⢠⥠â˘)/
John âforgettingâ to ask Dean why he hasnât been out kissing girls, taking their numbers, and instead, staying on the couch with Sam every night \( ďžâĄďž)/
John acting like he isnât paying attention when Dean buys coverup makeup at the gas station, like he doesnât see the hickies on Samâs throat \(â_â)/
Sam is convinced that Dean will like him better if he tastes sweeter, like something Dean loves, like pie. So when Dean comes home to Sam spread eagle on the bed, drizzling cherry flavored lube on his cock, neither of them are exactly surprised.Â
Headcanon: For each question that Sam finishes on Deanâs homework, he gets a reward. Whether it be a kiss on the cheek, being able to hold his brotherâs hand in public or a blow job, Sam is always thankful.
Headcanon: For each question that Sam finishes on Deanâs homework, he gets a reward. Whether it be a kiss on the cheek, being able to hold his brotherâs hand in public or a blow job, Sam is always thankful.
Sam smoothed down curls and tried his hardest to hide cowlicks sprouting from his hair. Tonight was the biggest night of his life so far, his first date. With the boy everyone wanted. The boy that every girl at school desired. With a flushed face and half-lidded eyes, he exited the bathroom closing the door with shaky hands.
Dean was standing there, smiling at the teen.
âYou ready to go, Sammy? Canât wait to take you out.â
Headcanon: On long car rides, Sam would busy himself by popping a piece of candy into his mouth and leaning over to kiss his brother. Without fail, Sam was amazed every time Dean could guess the flavor coming from his tongue.
Sam spent all of twenty minutes whispering âDaddyâ in his sleep. John watched him, thinking it was cute because Sam was calling out for him while he dreamt about whatever was making his lips curl into a boyish smile. Trying to sleep, Deanâs face fell into a knowing smirk, turned his back toward John, and thought of a secret only the boyâs knew.
An hour later Sam woke up, jostled out of sleep from rutting against the threadbare blankets. Dean watched as his boy reached down, finding cum drying in his boxers. They both knew that it wasnât John he was asking for while he slept.
âItâs okay, Sammy. Daddyâs here.â Dean murmured, breathing slowly against his babyâs tousled hair. Feeling muscles relax immediately, he knew that nothing bad could happen if Sam was safe in his arms.
Headcanon: Every time Dean watches his brother push his hair behind his ears, he gets hard. Enough to tent his jeans and make him sweat, make his eyes half-lidded with lust. Only because he usually only sees that when Sam wants to keep his hair from falling into his mouth while he sucks his big brother off.