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SD/JPJA only Strictly Top! Sam/Bottom! Dean Top! Jared/Bottom! Jensen

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i cant stop thinking about how much dean would love getting fucked by his little brother?? like all the small little whimpers he would let out when sam goes slow, or the little dirty moans sam would get out of him when he gets rough after someone flirts with what’s his. or the marks dean would leave all over sam’s back because he just cant stop clawing at him while sam is holding him against the wall and his bowlegs are wrapped around his baby bro’s waist, dick so deep he can almost fucking taste it. i just. cant stop thinking about it, man.

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Born Diva. 💅🏻

(Jared is just out of frame, holding his bags.)

(I just know that.)

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The Handyman. He looks like a sweet, small-town boy, but you just know he has the stamina to absolutely DESTROY Jensen.

Jensen wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week. And Jared would just smile that goofy smile and make him breakfast afterwards.

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Young, unbridled ambition. A smile that claims victory before the game has even started.

Don’t be fooled by those sweet, deep dimples. Underneath the leather and the charm, he is a lion—and he enjoys playing with his food.

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I wonder how they would retell Brideshead Revisited.

Look at Jensen's face. A spoiled, eccentric young lord, drifting towards Jared—an aspiring painter with nothing but his dreams.

An invitation to the manor. Plover’s eggs served in a geometric pottery bowl. An Italian friend reading erotica aloud on the terrace while they sit inside, silent, only stealing curious glances at one another.

Finally, the visit to the estate. Jensen buys Jared a bespoke suit. That night, a toast by candlelight. A cigarette burning in Jensen’s left hand, a sly smile playing on his lips. The flame flickers, dimming and brightening.

A kiss beside a dusty bookshelf. Jensen keeps those big eyes open, tentatively pressing his lips against Jared’s. Then, they both close their eyes. There is only the faintest, wet sound of a kiss.