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"are you two like.... *mimes giving a blowjob* related?"

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dean: *something homophobic*

bystander: i literally just saw you kissing that guy over there

dean: oh, no, that’s my brother

bystander: what

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"I think it’s perfectly normal to kiss your brother once to make sure you don’t like it. I'm sure it's something all siblings do." -Dean Winchester in a motel room somewhere

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"sam was cas and deans 3rd wheel!" they made castiel sit in the back seat for 12 years. he was their 3rd wheel.

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sam and dean as the coldplay concert couple - a concept

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but if I don't get weird and horny about this then who will

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Sam and Dean lacking personal space in every episode - 47/327

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yeah dean, now that dad's gone your hole is supposed to be filled by sam, obviously 🙄

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"Toxic yaoi" "cannibalism as eroticism" "be gay do crimes" internet users when the morally questionable fictional relationship involves incest:

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FUCKKKKKKK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

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GUESS WHOSE REBRANDING THE OL' SMUTFIC BLOG. GOD KNOWS WHAT I'LL END UP PUTTING HERE BUT IM REWORKING IT SO MY NORMAL MUTUALS DONT HAVE TO DEAL WITH MY INANE RAMBLINGS ON MAIN.

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I’m always saying this

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HORNY.

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okay look i know its been a while since i posted *anything* on here, but trust me, i am still writing smut

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i'll be real i wrote this because i'm insanely gay for her, and also because writing imagines is really fucking fun??? no wonder there are so many people who specialize in them, if ya like it feel free to drop a request in the askbox wordcount: 484 tags: f/f, fingering, oral sex, kissing Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61139275/chapters/156300757

Temari is rough with it. She isn't afraid to leave marks on your ass or your thighs as she viciously eats you out. She's all teeth and tongue as your thighs squeeze her head, in turn she digs her grip in deeper.

With heavy breathing she raises herself up, her lips smeared and dripping with spit and slick alike. Her hands lay heavy on your thighs as she does so, the slanty smirk she wears is intoxicating. Then there's this laugh, a low humming sort of laugh that shakes you down to your core.

"You look so damn good like this."

And Temari always takes this tone. This almost proud sort of timbre to her voice as she grips your legs near religiously. She kisses you deep. The taste of your own self on her tongue is sweeter then honey.

She slides fingers between your legs once again as she kisses you, slow and easy. But there is an undeniable harsh bite of want behind every single press of lips. She just smirks as you moan into her mouth.

Again, she pulls back. Again, she's wearing this look that you know damn well entails a night that'll drag on for eternity. She speaks slowly against your skin, "Don't move unless I tell you too, can you do that for me? Be a good girl for me?"

And fuck, of course you can do that for her. You'd do anything to be a good girl for her as she guides you down to the bed to kiss hard against you. Her hand hasn't left your dripping cunt even once, fingering harshly and rubbing tight circles around your clit.

You writhe under her touch as she nips at your throat. Your knees go to raise, but then she speaks.

"I thought I told you not to move, didn't I?"

You go stiff and whimper out a plea as her hands leave your body. It's agonizing. So close and so far and now you are gripping onto that brink whether you like it or not.

"Don't worry, you pretty thing, I'll let it slide this time." You can hear the smugness to her tone as much as you can see it, and the slight threatening intonation.

She wastes no time afterwards on bringing you right back up to where you were the second she raised her hands. She pushes you further, murmuring all sorts of soft things against your throat and your chest. One hand rests between your thighs and the other grips at your hip and your waist, constantly shifting and trailing blunt nails.

Touch is tantalizing when you're under her. Everything is on fire when you're under her. It's so fucking worth it to be made to stay so maddeningly still with her hands and her lips over you. Her voice a crystalline song as it floats through your head and guides you to orgasm.

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