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& I won’t even mention the howl of orphans that reaches up to the throne of God & b e y o n d , making a circle with no end and no God. The Diameter of the Bomb, Yehuda Amichai. hover over the plus on the top corner for info friend.

[yaelstiel]

Nice reflexes.

[hazeljarpad-deactivated20220529]

[markedmadness]

There’s this—- pounding in his chest. In his head.                                                   Don’t do this. Don’t do this to him. But this. This is what Sammy wanted. This is what Sammy asked of him. What his little brother needed. And who was Dean to deny him of something he needed? Who was Dean to deny his little brother—— anything? At all? As he watched Sam lay down, his eyes seemed to darken. Not with lust, though it was there. No, he was afraid. Afraid if he liked it. If he enjoy ripping the screams from Sammy’s throat as much as he did his victims. "It’s alright, Sammy. Just—- relax.”

[markedmadness]

 moosexwinchester:

Sam knew what he was getting into. At least, he liked to think he did.           This was Dean. He wouldn’t seriously hurt him. Wouldn’t make it bad.                                                                          Right?

   At least, that’s what he was telling himself as he laid down, his body stretching out on top of the covers. His shirt pulled tight and his legs folded just enough so that they fell to the sides - making room for Dean on top of him. this is what he wanted. This is what he was had been needing for days. Weeks, even.

That’s why it was easy for  him to do as Dean said.            Easy for his body to relax into the covers, eyes closing for a moment.                                                                  He could trust Dean.

                     ”Okay.”

   He tilts his head a bit, just to see Sam at this angle was--- different. To see his little brother so. . . submissive and obeying was almost. . . a thrill? He clenched his fists and then released them. This was about Sam. Not himself. About giving Sam what he wanted. What he needed.                No matter how much Dean wanted to take control and give himself what he wanted. He'd take it slow. Maybe. . . maybe Sam would do this again? Need this again? He moved to the bed, steps soft and quiet. His green meeting his little brother's face and--- Dean had never realized how handsome Sam was. How old Sam looked. Much different from the boy he took from Stanford ten years old. And that made his heart ache. That he ripped something special from Sam. Something Sam wanted, rebelled for. His hand moved under his shirt as he moved into between those long legs, glancing at the exposed skin. Hard lines and scars and yet it felt soft to the touch. Against his callous palm it felt--- good. "Sammy." He spoke, his voice dry and thick with something. Arousal? Concern? What was it? "Are you sure, you want this?" His hand slipped even further, fingers trancing over a nipple. Pinching it slightly with his index and middle finger. It wasn't helping Sam stay focused on his question but Dean couldn't help himself. But he had to hear Sam say it was okay. He. . . just had to.

[docorwho]

[mishas-assbutts]

[spncapsdaily]

[deactivated-blog]

[saviorxswan-blog]

markedmadness:

"You got a starin’ problem, pal?”

     ”I’m not staring. I’m just observing.”

[markedmadness]

"Yeah, well, observe somewhere else.                       --- This is my sandwich."

[markedmadness]

"You got a starin’ problem, pal?”

[markedmadness]

my moon and stars ( my princess ): You're just a dick

bam! it is sam.: A pretty dick with a bow on it.

[frenchmystake]

Sam Winchester in every season - Season 3

[drvcmalfoy-deactivated20160703]

[markedmadness]

"You got a starin' problem, pal?"

[markedmadness]

There's this--- pounding in his chest. In his head.                                                   Don't do this. Don't do this to him. But this. This is what Sammy wanted. This is what Sammy asked of him. What his little brother needed. And who was Dean to deny him of something he needed? Who was Dean to deny his little brother---- anything? At all? As he watched Sam lay down, his eyes seemed to darken. Not with lust, though it was there. No, he was afraid. Afraid if he liked it. If he enjoy ripping the screams from Sammy's throat as much as he did his victims. "It's alright, Sammy. Just--- relax."

[markedmadness]

"—- ‘Sides that.         Got us a case yet?”

[moosexwinchester]

   ”Wouldn’t I have told you if I did?”

[markedmadness]

"Pfft, No. . . yes? I don't know."

[moosexwinchester]

Kneel.

BDSM sentence meme ✰

#44

”Play with me like a toy.”

[markedmadness]

"—— Is that really what you want, Sammy?"

[moosexwinchester]

  “Yes, and I… I shouldn’t, but I do.”

[markedmadness]

"---- . . . Lay down, Sam."

[moosexwinchester]

Kneel.

BDSM sentence meme ✰

#44

”Play with me like a toy.”

[markedmadness]

"---- Is that really what you want, Sammy?"