#askbox perversions

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I heard wincest perversions and my love of emotionally excruciating porn produced this for your consideration: Dean specifically getting off not just on getting fucked by his brother, but by getting fucked by his *little* brother. The family’s already such a broken mess that Dean basically had to raise him, and now that kid he raised is bigger and stronger than him and holding him down to fuck him, and nothing’s hotter than ignoring the little voice in his head telling him how much he shouldn’t find it hot - HH hiding on anon lol

yes, yES, YES ANON YES EXACTLY THAT. THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT. THATS HOW YOU DO BOTTOM!DEAN. shaking you by the shouldersssssssssss, this is especially an S1-3 thing to me because after that Sam's on demon blood and Dean's been to hell and its just not as simple as it used to be (as if it was ever simple-). but S1-3? yeah. yeah this is S1-3 of Dean bottoming for Sam because "its not gay if its your brother" or some shit like that and just. yeah exactly what you said. its his little brother, his little brother whose not so little anymore, his little brother who he did too much for when they were kids because who else would, his little brother who grew up real hot when he wasnt looking, his little brother who has him flipped over and held down, his little brother who owns him for the night because he asked so nicely with puppy dog eyes that always work, his little brother and maybe it wouldnt make his head spin as much if the roles were reversed. if he was the little brother and he wouldnt be stuck in his head trying to silence the voice telling him that its hot that its fun that its good. he wouldnt be up to the tits in responsibilities if he was younger, he wouldnt be stabbing the prime directive of protect Sammy if he was the younger, he just wouldnt. yeah.. anon youre correct. this is how you make Dean a bottom (again, works best S1-3). anon can i marry you. sorry im a top!Dean guy normally but anon, anon you have me in a chokehold, keep talking. i need the guilt injected in that mans bloodstream, you understand me.

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Hi, hello! 🎄

cheers youre new here! anyway,

Dean wrist deep inside of Sam's torso. stroking his ribs real gentle, erotic style. murmuring about how pretty he looks when hes all twitchy, inside and out. fingers slick with viscera as they trace up Sam's uncut skin and up his neck and to his lips, teasing the cracks with crimson.

i mean, he's not going to prep Sam with just blood, c'mon, he's not that awful. if he wants to find out if he can see Sam's intestines shift around when they fuck, the least he could do is lube him up with spit too. he's got some courtesy left in him.

and Sam, whimpering because he does not want his last words to be "do it with blood only coward" or something along those lines, licking tenderly at Dean's fingers. only as deep as Dean presses them into his mouth. his own blood on his tongue horribly foreign in taste, and horribly similar to the way that a demons feels as it races over his taste buds.

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are you still 🎄🎄🎄🎄ing??? and may I request carnography with Sam or Dean or both together??

walk with me— pre-S3 sam, so pretty, with guts not his own strewn about him. heaving his breath, on his hands and knees, coated in gore. is he crying? y'cant tell amidst all the blood on his face.

and dean, keep walkin' keep walkin', using the scuffed end of his sleeve to wipe it off of sam's face, only furthering the smudge of viscera. a hundred little utterances of how he sure did total that werewolf or whatever it even was because there sure as hell isnt any tellin' now. a pile of bones and shred below sam's knees.

and of course, they do kiss. dean makes a janky comment about how itd be nicer if it was their blood, sam, still shaky that he did that, says he could make it theirs. he doesnt follow through but it lingers in the air as does the taste of a dead man on sam's tongue.

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may I beg some more wincest? perhaps some cannibalism??

okay so i want you to walk with me on Dean being the one to do the cannibalizing. like i know this is in opposition to every single piece of carnographic and cannibalistic wincest i have ever written, but just.

Dean gnawing at Sam's thighs till the skin turns red from agitation, till it breaks. lapping at the broken skin and up Sam's inner thigh and spilling such simple praises of how he tastes so good, how hes staying so still, how hes perfect. at least one quip is made about how Dean knows his own blood would be foul on account of, well, everything.

from drinking too much, only eating fast food, body riddled with bullets, and surely inhaling all sorts of monster fumes (from decaying bodies or otherwise) did damage to more than his lungs. corrupted his own flavor somewhere along the line. but Sam? Sam had four years free from it. four years to fine tune his diet. four years of being everything but a hunter, from anything that could tarnish his taste.

anyways yeah :] have we thought about Dean eroticizing Sam's disordered eating? especially in conjunction to cannibalism? have we considered.

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wincest perversion: sam and dean loved and cherished by their father. then they live together, spend their days doing things they both love till they die happy of old age

scandalous. perverted. sick. victorian lady gasping at this. absolutely obscene.

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thinking about vivisection a lot lately (and getting inappropriately horny at work) and it's definitely your fault ♡ just daydreaming about organs being licked ♡

- you have no idea who this is and would never guess anyway

ahahahaha yessssssss, my affect on the people- now. think about Sam shredding his teeth into the top of Dean's waist, right at the base of ribs, trying to get to his liver, fruitlessly. gnawing at his ribs and trying to get to the good stuff because he needs it; needs Dean. his taste, his whimpers, his "oh god"s, his hand at the back of Sam's head encouraging him deeper with tongue and teeth into him. ya know what im sayin?