Cannot stop thinking about making a really submissive Bucky cum until he can't anymore 😵💫
I love the thought of working load after load from him and the way that he'd go from being pretty quiet and composed to whimpering and writhing, unsure if he needs more or less of your touch.
Getting him to a stage where he feels empty. He feels like he has nothing left to give you. You've made him watch as you jerk him off with a delightfully lubed hand, squeezing and tugging until his cock is twitching and throbbing and shooting thick, messy stripes of cum against your palm. You don't stop after he's finished though. His release only makes the glide of your hand smoother and the sight of his own pearly cum being worked back over his cock makes him hard again in no time.
"Please." He groans, throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat. Your hand tightens around his cock involuntarily and you find yourself almost wishing you had your other hand around his neck. "Please don't make me cum again. I-I can't."
Bless him, his strong thighs are twitching, his muscles tense, trying to force his body to listen to his brain for just a second.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you're empty yet. You gave me so much cum just a few minutes ago." You let yourself give in just a little, leaning over and kissing along the column of his throat, enjoying the light salty perspiration against your lips.
Bucky rolls his hips but it's hard for him to tell if he's trying to lean into your touch or away from it. In truth, he loves feeling like this. He loves having his cum milked from him and having no choice but to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of your body.
His thighs are streaked with evidence of his own lust and he's almost ashamed that he's still hard. Not just as hard as he was when you started though.
"F-Fuck." The slick sound of your hand pumping him quickly is overwhelming. Your grip is tight on his shaft while you cup his balls, squeezing and teasing them gently, encouraging them to work overtime for you.
"I can't cum again. I can't." Bucky pants, whimpering when he forces his eyes to meet yours again.
"You told me that last time. I'm not sure when you decided it would be a good idea to lie to me but I promise you, it isn't." Your tone would make him tense but he's tense already, trying to hold back an orgasm he truly doesn't need.
"This is the last orgasm I want from you. You can manage it for me, can't you?" You sound so sincere this time, he can't help but agree.
"Good boy. Now cum nice and hard for me. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."
For the next few minutes, there are no sounds except the delightfully wet sound of your hand working lube and cum against his dick and the frantic moans of a man reaching a level of pleasure that verges just nicely on painful.
When he does cum, you let it splash against your palm once more and you notice how little he's able to provide you with. He's entirely empty, legs shaking but babbling how grateful he is for the way you touch him.
Now that he's spent, it feels like your turn to enjoy yourself while he watches and nothing sounds better than touching yourself with the hand that's covered in his cum.
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Yes-Man resents a lot of things but I feel like he kinda liked Benny. It’s never implied Benny had the knowledge to continuously upgrade or update him after Emily so I like to think Yes-Man respected Benny enough to adopt some of his opinions willingly.
Like personality wise, Yes-Man is like if Benny was forced to be a kiss ass; he’s equally pointed and jerky even if unendingly helpful. No matter if you spare the Great Khans, Yes-Man dislikes them and is kinda violent about things. What this says about Benny and the way he talked about things behind the scenes is one thing but the other is Yes-Man ingrained it enough to keep it.
I can imagine Benny mentioning Vegas was for them and while Yes-Man is logical, as any machine would be, I think it’s sweet if the personable part of his programming was looking forward to running Vegas with his “creator”.
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Today I learned two things:
1. If you look harmless enough, a locksmith will just replace your car keys without asking for any proof of identity or ownership. Crocs, pajamas, a hand-knit scarf, a cardigan... No need for pesky things like car registrations or licenses.
(I told this to @anthropocite and received the response of "I'm just imaging your locksmith encounter with the Michael Westen voiceover narration." Yes, exactly. 😂😂)
2. There is an RFID chip in all newish cars, since about 1996 (my '97 Ford Escort didn't have this but most cars did apparently) - you have to program a car key to the RFID chip in order for the key to start the car. Then you have to clear out all the old data from any old keys. Any key tool can unlock a turn-key door, but without the RFID match, the car won't start. This is both why you can't steal most cars with a screwdriver anymore (screwdrivers don't match the transponders), and also why people were able to steal those Hyundais and Kias with a USB cable (no transponder in those cars).
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im back to civilization *happy tears*. got back two days ago and busy catching up with my life back home. i still haven’t checked my tumblr properly lol. i feeeeeeel i missed alot but i don’t know hehe 🫠
p/s: I just started watching obi wan kenobi and the sandman yesterday, guys can you have multiple hyperfixations at the same time because i am in it deep like i have so many feelings to the point i can’t express them at this moment. all i’m gonna say for now is tom sturridge’s voice as lord morpheus is one of the sexiest thing i’ve heard in my entire life. i am… in love!
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