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rogers-and-stark: madghosty: mavinbro: rogers-and-stark: soldier-of-agony: Dean/Steve. What did I just do? Sometimes somebody needs to take the internet away from me. Run, Steve, RUN! i ship it already I demand the ship name to be ‘Captain Winchester’ LMAO Well then Sam/Tony ship name is “Iron Moose” Oh no… We forget about Peter… Poor kid. No, I can’t do this to him… No-no-no-no… *crawling into a dark corner* OK then I leave SUPERHUSBANDS and WINCEST like they are. They don’t need any improvements =)
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rogers-and-stark: madghosty: mavinbro: rogers-and-stark: soldier-of-agony: Dean/Steve. What did I just do? Sometimes somebody needs to take the internet away from me. Run, Steve, RUN! i ship it already I demand the ship name to be ‘Captain Winchester’ LMAO Well then Sam/Tony ship name is “Iron Moose” Oh no… We forget about Peter… Poor kid. No, I can’t do this to him… No-no-no-no… *crawling into a dark corner* OK then I leave SUPERHUSBANDS and WINCEST like they are. They don’t need any improvements =)
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madghosty:

mavinbro:

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soldier-of-agony:

Dean/Steve. What did I just do? Sometimes somebody needs to take the internet away from me.

Run, Steve, RUN!

i ship it already

I demand the ship name to be ‘Captain Winchester’

LMAO

Well then Sam/Tony ship name is “Iron Moose”

Oh no… We forget about Peter… Poor kid.

No, I can’t do this to him… No-no-no-no… *crawling into a dark corner*

OK then I leave SUPERHUSBANDS and WINCEST like they are. They don’t need any improvements =)

goandgetthegun: gif || written by thoselaughlines Dean’s grinding himself against Sam’s hip. His dick leaves a wet trail of precome over Sam’s skin. Sam’s got his hand low on Dean’s back, feeling the muscles bunch and release as Dean rubs off against him. Dean’s panting lightly, lower lip caught between his teeth. His eyes are half shut, hazy with lust. He’s sure Dean could get off like this eventually, but it’s not how Sam wants it to go. He grips Dean’s shoulder to get his attention. “Not like this, Dean. I want…” Sam knows, suddenly, exactly what he wants. “Want to fuck you with my tongue.” Dean moans quietly and starts to roll off of Sam, to get on his back and spread his legs wide, but Sam stops him again, gives him a meaningful look. “Fuck, Sammy,” Dean breathes, crawling up Sam’s body. He pauses at Sam’s chest, hovering there for an instant and looking down at Sam. Read More
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goandgetthegun: gif || written by thoselaughlines Dean’s grinding himself against Sam’s hip. His dick leaves a wet trail of precome over Sam’s skin. Sam’s got his hand low on Dean’s back, feeling the muscles bunch and release as Dean rubs off against him. Dean’s panting lightly, lower lip caught between his teeth. His eyes are half shut, hazy with lust. He’s sure Dean could get off like this eventually, but it’s not how Sam wants it to go. He grips Dean’s shoulder to get his attention. “Not like this, Dean. I want…” Sam knows, suddenly, exactly what he wants. “Want to fuck you with my tongue.” Dean moans quietly and starts to roll off of Sam, to get on his back and spread his legs wide, but Sam stops him again, gives him a meaningful look. “Fuck, Sammy,” Dean breathes, crawling up Sam’s body. He pauses at Sam’s chest, hovering there for an instant and looking down at Sam. Read More
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Dean’s grinding himself against Sam’s hip. His dick leaves a wet trail of precome over Sam’s skin. Sam’s got his hand low on Dean’s back, feeling the muscles bunch and release as Dean rubs off against him. Dean’s panting lightly, lower lip caught between his teeth. His eyes are half shut, hazy with lust.

He’s sure Dean could get off like this eventually, but it’s not how Sam wants it to go. He grips Dean’s shoulder to get his attention. “Not like this, Dean. I want…” Sam knows, suddenly, exactly what he wants. “Want to fuck you with my tongue.”

Dean moans quietly and starts to roll off of Sam, to get on his back and spread his legs wide, but Sam stops him again, gives him a meaningful look. “Fuck, Sammy,” Dean breathes, crawling up Sam’s body. He pauses at Sam’s chest, hovering there for an instant and looking down at Sam.

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