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Love Begins

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Three Goblin Art
we're not kids anymore.

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Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@theartofmadeline
noise dept.

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@kansassunkissedfreckles
patched-up
for @jiubilee 💞
doodles bc I like sam nose
my cute little sister
A wincest oneshot I wrote to warm up for a longer wip.
Rating: E
WC: ~1k
Excerpt:
Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed, bare feet slapping on the concrete as he walked back to his bedroom to find some pants. Staring into the chaotic abyss of his closet, something caught his eye. One of his old duffel bags. He grabbed it and tossed it to the bed, hoping to find some old pants in there. Sure enough, there was one pair of jeans that he must have had when he was about 18… He got the jeans on with only a little difficulty and proudly surveyed himself in the mirror. Still got it, he thought to himself as he shoved his hands into the pockets to check for any cash he might have forgotten. Instead, his right hand closed around something small and fabric. Surprised, he extracted his hand and opened his palm. It was a faded pink bow that looked like it had been run over by a car once or twice. The accompanying memory rushed back to him...
Read more on AO3
So, here it is, my first Wincest fic 🥳
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It wasn’t Sam's fault that serial killers excited him. And wasn’t Dean’s fault he would do weird stuff to please Sam.
heaven is a place
“Open up,” Sam says. They’re standing outside a warehouse in downtown LA, letting loose between jobs. Dean hates California, but Sammy kept going on about the god damn ‘healing powers’ of California sunshine and salty ocean air. It’ll make us feel good, he promised. If Dean’s being honest, more heat is the last thing he wants — give him temps so cold they make his bones ache, hunting the abominable snowman in Alaska or evil elves in the North fucking Pole, whatever. But it’s Sam. It’s Sam.
So here they are, ten to midnight with some shit they scored off one of Sam’s old classmates. Dean’s never done this one before but Sam has, something about college parties and getting lit. Sam sticks his tongue out, berry pink like the underside of something sweet and alive you’re not supposed to see, and it makes Dean think of pussy lips. Wet and slick. A pale purple circle with a smiley face stamped on it sits in the middle of all that pretty pink. Dean tilts his head up, just a little because he’s tall but his brother is taller, and licks the pill off Sam’s tongue.
He’s wearing the ‘psychic booty’ shorts i doodled yesterday😎
Pst, the full image is in chap 15 of my ao3 art archive linked in my pinned or you can check the replies🤫
The Winchester Brothers and the Case of the Mysterious Pretty Pink Panties
…anyone else remember rhonda hurley?
Sure
Author: @fictionallemons
Artist: @burial-at–sea
Word count: 6005
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Warnings: None
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
Sam wakes up with a hangover and realizes he and Dean had sex last night while drunk. Guilty and panicky, he nurses his hangover at a nearby diner where he encounters a friendly local, Bethann, who’s more invested than she should be in his relationship problems. Bethann tries to talk Sam out of his shame spiral and make things work with Dean. But how can Sam be sure Dean wants this as much as he does?
An early-seasons getting together fic.
Link to fic AO3
Link to art Tumblr
Tumblr tags: #samdean #wincest fic #fictionallemons #burial-at–sea #samdean fanart #wincest fanart
The Whole Damn Thing
Summary: on the road gifts....
Warnings: wincest, roadhead, smut
WC: 448
Read on ao3
The Impala rumbled steadily down the deserted back road, moonlight glinting off her glossy hood. Dean’s hand gripped the steering wheel — the other was knotted tightly in Sam’s hair, keeping his baby brother’s mouth right where it belonged.
“C’mon, all the way,” Dean growled, low and thick with arousal. “You can take it. You have taken it.”
Idk how to use this thing but I offer you some winchester siblings + transfem sam🏳️⚧️
Quick shout out to Sam Winchester, must be one of my favorite lesbians
that one textpost that was like.. dean and sam growing up but sams a girl and tough guy dean has to deal w sammy doing all the typical little girl activities on him bc he would do anything for his sister… girl sam u are so special to me
sister of the year, every year!
old girl sam stuff
ty to anon who reminded me to post the sketches..so sam and wincest sketch dump + fem sam for the soul
fem sam and dean as per popular demand..
i hate when fem!sam posts portray her as some petite 5’2 thumbelina. stop stripping sam of her gentle giant stature and let her crush dean to death when she rides him right now