Asexuality by Tiny Dinosaur :)!
chermaine | 15 | sunny singapore | who the hell is bucky
get to know me meme
[5/10] movies → the avengers (2012)
"Whoever he used to be…The guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”
two sides of a coin - s.h.i.e.l.d./hydra & bucky/winter soldier
tbh i think straight girls appreciate girls more than straight boys do
we’re the ones that have sex with them so i think that’s unlikely
1. Straight men are not the only people having sex with women
2. I got some fascinating news to tell you about the disappointing nature of most straight men in bed
3. Fucking women doesn’t mean you appreciate them as people, not in the slightest
how cool would it be if your teacher was in the middle of over analysing a novel and the author walked in, slapped them in the face and screamed “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT”
john green we’re lookin at you
Sam Wesson was a fairly vanilla guy before he started dating the sales director. He didn’t try crazy positions inspired by yoga sessions or have any hidden kinks to be indulged or whisper filthy things in the heat of the moment, but Dean… Dean did.
Dean is the one that invites him to his office during his lunch break and pushes him beneath the desk, scooting his chair in so that his crotch is only inches from Sam’s flushed face. Sam curses quietly, but faced with the half hard member pushing at the pressed slacks he hung up just last night it’s hard to refuse. So he presses his palm into it and squeezes roughly, kneading the engorged member through his boyfriend’s clothes.
Even when one of the CEO’s comes in to discuss Dean’s monthly performance he doesn’t stop, reveling in the desperate twitches and aborted thrusts that the older man gives. When they’re left alone again Dean rips off his belt and shoves his pants down to his balls before taking himself in hand and stroking one, two, three times before coming messily over Sam’s smirking face.
Sam knows that he shouldn’t be watching this, that Dean thinks he’s asleep, but he’s never seen Dean display such blatant emotion and it’s fucking entrancing.
His brother is perched on the chair in the corner of the motel room since returning from the bar after Sam had gone to bed. The younger brother had woken by chance to find him lounging in the chair, freckled skin on display as he writhed beneath the pleasure of his own hand.
Sam rolled his hips down into the bed subtly as he felt his own cock begin to lengthen. In the corner, Dean’s head fell back as his chest heaved with the effort of keeping his pants and whimpers quiet. His hips were jerking as he kneaded the firm flesh, his mouth falling open to repeat the whispered praise of one name, “Sam, Sammy, Sam, yes, Sam, please!”
His words were desperate, sweat gathering along the column of his throat, when he looked up and glimpsed the glare of the moonlight on the younger man’s watchful eyes. He froze, hand still wrapped around his own cock as he panicked. Sam, however, pushed himself up and shoved his sweatpants down below his balls such that his thick erection slapped against his abs wetly before he grasped it and gave it a firm tug, “Keep going, Dean. We’ll talk later, now I think we should just enjoy the show.”