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[runningwithtorment]

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Send me a ★ and i'll answer...

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] FUCK YES. *coughcough*

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.

[] No.

[] You already did.

[books-and-beanies]

id have dated alexa but long distance sucks aaaand i still have MAJOR feelings for sam so badabingbadaboom I GOT MY PATOOTS BACK

[adamapplesauce-remade]

The story of two men who share feelings deeper than space itself. 

[kansaskissedlips]

You guys...

...remember when I wrote this?

...

<3

[kansaskissedlips]

Keep to Ourselves

Here's a little something based on that Soulless!Sam/Sam gifset going around. I decided to expand upon what I added earlier. ;-) 

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"Remember when we used to drink demon blood?" soulless Sam teases, dragging his fingers up the length of Sam's right thigh. "We felt so powerful, so good - and our sex drive was phenomenal."

"What do you want?" Sam grits out, body jerking involuntarily when he feels soulless Sam brush his long fingers over the crotch of his jeans. 

"Show you what you've been missing without me," soulless Sam says, leaning down to breathe hotly into Sam's ear. "I'm so much more fun than you are. Granted, I feel nothing, but that made me a better hunter and got me laid more. Wouldn't you like that?"

"No," Sam snaps, his eye blinking up to get caught in the middle of a lust-riddled hazel stare.

Soulless Sam rolls his eyes. "You can't tell me you don't want this when I can feel it pressing into me." He delivers a whisper of stroke between Sam's legs.

Sam's breathing harshly, hoping if he squeezes his eyes shut tight enough, he'll wake up from this nightmare, but then he hears the snap of the button on his jeans, and he knows he's not dreaming.

"Is it because I'm not Dean?" soulless Sam asks, leaning down close to nibble at Sam's earlobe. "I can pretend to be him, if you like."

"It's because you're me!" Sam cries out, body jerking when soulless Sam pulls down his jeans a little and cups him through his boxers.

"Nothing wrong with that," the soulless counterpart whispers, kissing Sam's jaw lightly. "We aren't doing anything wrong. It's just like you're touching yourself." Soulless Sam smiles long and slow. "Oh, yes. I know exactly how you like to get off. What more could you ask for in a partnership?" He licks at Sam's throat, sucking a bruise into the skin there.

"Please, let me go," Sam whispers. "Please - ah - I need to find my - ah, ah - brother!"

"Dean'll be fine," Soulless Sam promises. He licks along the edges of Sam's lips and then gently forces them open so he can thrust his tongue into the warm, familiar cavern. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small knife. 

"What are you doing?" Sam asks, breathless. 

"Wanna show you much you miss the taste of blood," his other half murmurs, carefully nicking his own wrist. He keeps Sam pinned with his body weight, one hand working him through his boxers, while he presses the wrist of his other arm to Sam's mouth.

Sam tries to turn away because that's his own blood being forced into his mouth. He can feel it spilling over the sides of his lips and dripping onto his shirt.

Soulless Sam smirks, leans down and says right in Sam's ear, "Just pretend that it's Dean's."

And Sam comes harder than he ever has in his life, at the touch of pretty much his own hand.