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jtheweird

My quick samdean art for you!

I wanna edit samdean but I have no edit audio ideas ☹️ sos

#samdean #wincest #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #edit #deanwinchester #samwinchester

hymaziie

impalapilled

yeah sam !! suck that man’s cock in a graveyard !!!

fxckingshipper

40ys bottom dean and his 20ys top Sammy

shougunn

First post, hello I guess

I love editing wincest n finding wincest on my TikTok fyp but then I get sad bc I can’t send them to any of my friends because I WILL get flamed and jumped 😒

#samdean #wincest #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural

sleepyqngel

posting this on here because I would probably get chased with pitchforks on tiktok

crying-in-the-pews

Sam loves it when Dean kills for him. It’s a sick satisfaction, hearing a soul’s life end with a snap, seeing Dean’s thick fingers break bones and stain with blood. Sam wants to lick it off, taste the iron on his tongue, feel those capable hands cradle his neck, his waist, his hips. That look in his eyes, hot, smouldering, wild and wrathful- a power Sam wants pining him down and fucking his guts like a starved animal. Dean forces a vampire’s face onto a circular saw and the blood splatters his cheeks, he’s snarling, growling, and Sam has to bite his lip, steady himself against the wall, as the image of Dean shuddering to orgasm fills his mind’s eye- wrathful, powerful- just like that.

frecklesanddimples

Hurt/comfort wincest ✨

I feel like a thousand years have passed since the last time I drew these two

TWITTER

Oh my god. I’m going tf to bed 😭

#dean winchester #sam winchester #samdean #supernatural #wincest

askboggle

erotically-co-dependent

how ignoring all the haters and finally shipping wincest feels—

natalyazwingz

John Winchester getting a little curious one quiet night in a shitty motel, and decides to look through seventeen-year-old Dean's duffel bag.

He finds what is to be expected, clothes, guns, cigarettes and lots of condoms and magazines, but there, at the bottom of the bag is a small, black digital camera.

It turns on with a quick click, and the small screen lights up. He scrolls through the pixilated photos. Fields, roadside stops, lots of angles of the Impala, but then...

Sam.

Not just one or two innocent photos of the kid, but an endless stream of blurry pictures from all angles, with Sam wearing progressively less and less clothes until John reached a photo of his youngest son, nude and on his knees with a cock pressed against his cheek, staring up at the camera with those big doe eyes.

And in those eyes, John found an answer to what he'd been thinking.

Yes, dad. I want this.

Despite his better judgement, John scrolled to the next photo. It was a video, but the screen was completely black. The small speaker vibrated next to his finger.

"Fuck, Dean- please-"

"Shut up, Sammy, you'll wake up dad. Be quiet for me, okay?"

"D-de, please i'm close-"

John shut off the camera.

He placed it back where he found it, and went to bed praying he'd wake up to find it was just a dream.

But he knew the truth.