#twicefallenfromgrace

And Stanford!Sam is going absolutely /crazy/ for it. He jerks his hips down, desperately trying to get more of that slick sensation. "Please, please--" He gasps out, tears in his eyes because everything feels so good. "Please what? His older version asks, and Sam feels teeth lightly scraping along the sensitive edge of his tight, hot hole. "M-More! Please, more!" And then he's reduce to an incomprehensible, screaming mess as his older self shows him the pleasure of being tongue-fucked.

Mmm, and S10!Sam just slowly presses his younger self onto the bed, laying out over him and still kissing him so deeply. Chuckling at the way Stanford!Sam absolutely /writhes/ beneath him, grinding up towards him. "Can I take off some of your clothes?" He gets a nods vigorously, and as S10!Sam starts to remove piece after piece of clothing from the body beneath him, he licks at every single exposed inch. Sucking at his nipples. Biting at his navel. And flattening his tongue against a virgin hole

Ugh, just imagine S10!Sam, who is much more comfortable with himself, meeting bashful and sexually insecure Stanford!Sam. S10!Sam sliding one hand up over his younger self's stomach, lightly raking his fingernails there as he slides his tongue into that warm mouth. Licks into it with years more of practice, doing everything /he/ knows he likes, making his younger self all whimpery as he fondles his nipples.

twicefallenfromgrace replied to your post: random snapchatter i have no idea who ...

so i'm writing out our wedding invitations and just wanted to know if 50 guests per the two of us is ok with you. also how do you feel about a sunrise palette?

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dude I feel you. Like, I'll go back and look at my paper to tighten things up, search for glaring mistakes and stuff, but really reworking it? Never yo.

I almost couldn't continue Supernatural. It was introduced to me by my girlfriend at the time. After we parted ways, it hurt to watch /our thing/ and know it was no longer /our thing/. But I was watching it with my mom and there was something about it that kept me invested. So I made it my thing. And that's why I will never stop watching. It's become a central part of me in my post-ex life. And it serves to help me remember that even sour things can be made sweet again.