so i’ve hit 800 followers which amazes me considering i’m not the most active.
i appreciate all my followers so much. so thank you all so much. hopefully here before long i’ll have motivation to be more active on here and also do a follow forever/giveaway for hitting 800.

asoldieronce:

Hell, no!
The little guy from Brooklyn who was
too dumb not to run away from a fight.
I'm following him.
But you're keeping the outfit, right?

★ Indie Bucky Barnes─Winter Soldier RP
★ Mun & Muse over 21
★ NSFW will appear. Triggers tagged accordingly.
★ 10+ years experience rping [2+ on tumblr]
★ Over a year experience with Bucky
★ Style adaptable.
★ Icons, Gifs, Gif Icons and Comic Icons used.
★ Cross Fandom Friendly. OC Friendly.
★ Multi-Verse & Multi-Ship friendly.
★ MCU & E-616 Friendly.

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asoldieronce:

Hell, no!
The little guy from Brooklyn who was
too dumb not to run away from a fight.
I'm following him.
But you're keeping the outfit, right?

★ Indie Bucky Barnes─Winter Soldier RP
★ Mun & Muse over 21
★ NSFW will appear. Triggers tagged accordingly.
★ 10+ years experience rping [2+ on tumblr]
★ Over a year experience with Bucky
★ Style adaptable.
★ Icons, Gifs, Gif Icons and Comic Icons used.
★ Cross Fandom Friendly. OC Friendly.
★ Multi-Verse & Multi-Ship friendly.
★ MCU & E-616 Friendly.

ome ★ uidelines ★ sk

meaxxculpa:

The threat was there and it was very real. Dean could go out and get any girl, or guy, he wanted. Sam knew that. He always had but the fact that Dean made no move to act on this just made Sam smile all the wider. Its hard for him not to speed things up when Dean’s hand shifts downward. He bits his lip. 

Dean was and always would be better at the dirty talk from the get go- it takes Sam a minute or two to get into the role. He was always nervous even if it was just Dean. So instead of talking he takes a few steps towards the bed. Unbuttoning his jeans then pulling down the zipper. “Can I go faster? Its starting to hurt” the pressure was extraordinary. A few months without the other and Sam felt like a fucking geyser 

There was absolutely no one else in the world that Dean wanted. It was always Sam in some way. The women he looked at, the guys he fooled around with. His life revolved around his brother. It only made sense that once he finally had Sam that he didn’t want to let him go.

He wanted with his mouth hanging open just slightly. More pressure added with his hand as he watched Sam work on his own pants. The question had a brow raising slightly. “Yeah…” He trailed off, bringing his hand up to his own fly to work the button and zipper down. His hand ducked into the tight denim and pulled his cock out, still covered in his boxer briefs.

meaxxculpa:

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Sam looked at his brother, at the way Dean was sitting, trying to read the body language but they’d been out of sync for a long while. It had already gotten difficult to remember his brothers tells. “Oh yeah?” he’s smiling again but turns his attention back to the last button. Slowly, he slips the shirt off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. 

"Cause I’m not seeing anything getting worked up but maybe I just overestimated you” it was a size joke. Ever the little brother. 

A brow raised as the shirt fell. God that sight would never fail to sent his pulse racing. “I’m definitely getting up there, Sammy.” He taunted back, letting a hand reach down to his groin and rubbing the growing pressure. “I mean, if it’s not… up to your standard I can always go find someone else that’d be happy to deal with it.” If Sam could tease then he could tease back, right?

meaxxculpa:

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"What- so I’m a stripper now?" His eyes roll, he looks down at his belt and pulls it out through the loops. "Funny how you’re supposed to be the easy one and here I am making a fool of myself."  He starts undoing the buttons of the flannel shirt.

"Well you know I always liked strippers." And there was no way in Hell he was going to tell Sam to just stop. He watched every move Sam made, from pooling out his belt to unbottoning his shirt. "Don’t worry, I’m over here getting worked up."

meaxxculpa:

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"I’ve seen you look at burgers less suggestively. Uh- what’s that you said before? Stop objectifying me?" But he does go slower.

"You’re the one who started. Strippers don’t say that when they start taking their clothes off." He watched closely, smirking the whole time.

THEME