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howdoyousleep3 · 3 months
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11. “Louder. Let me hear you.” IS SCREAMING SENATOR/INTERN
Hell yeah. ❤️‍🔥 Tags: established relationship, manhandling, anal sex, rough sex, dirty talk, hinted at exhibitionism, daddy kink Word Count: 811
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Bucky feels like he’s drowning.
Each breath is a gasp, his lungs desperate for the oxygen he’s purposely depriving himself of in order to muffle his noises. The pillow he bites into does very little to assist him in this matter, yet it feels good to bite down on something, to put something in his mouth.
Always forced to be quiet, always forced to hide. Secrets, secrets, secrets.
Never out of his head entirely, always leaving one foot within the clearer parts of his mind. He can count on one hand the times he’s been able to leave his mind in full, the times he’s not anxious about the what ifs, the risks.
Always good though, always as good as he can be for Daddy. Always—
A smack on his ass, sharp and stinging, forces his eyes to water, forces his teeth to clench. He chokes on his wail, chokes down the greedy moan that forces its way up and out of his throat. His dick aches where it’s trapped against the sheets, ignored and throbbing from the friction of Steve’s thrusts.
Another slap then, smack, right atop the first one, followed by a dig of the senator’s hips. It stretches his rim out around Steve’s girth even further, as if the senator is trying to impossibly force his cock further into Bucky’s body. He can feel the older man in his throat, feels as if his ass isn’t the only hole being brutalized.
Steve lets out the noise Bucky wishes he could, the depth and emotion of it nearly rattling Bucky’s own teeth.
“I didn’t bring you all the way out here…to shove your face into a pillow and just take it.”
Steve takes a pause from riding Bucky into the mattress and leans down, blanketing himself over Bucky’s backside. And it’s as if the senator can’t help himself, as if the temptation of being inside of Bucky is too much, because even then his hips rock.
Bucky’s eyes roll easily back into his head.
Fingers slip through his hair, tugging, yanking his head back and pulling the pillow free from his teeth.“You think I brought you into my home so you could cry into my pillows?” Bucky can feel the smile on Steve’s lips press against the shell of his ear. “Don’t get me wrong—you know I love it when this dick makes you cry. But if you don’t start wakin’ up my neighbors, I’m gonna call you a fuckin’ Uber, boy.”
Bucky listens blindly, obeys in the exact manner that makes the senator’s dick hard—immediately.
His groan feels more than just a noise; it feels like a release.
He embraces the way it grates against the front of his throat, leans into the feeling of embarrassment when the desperation of the noise hits his ears. His breaths are distorted noises, pleading and ugly, ones that jolt and bounce in time with Steve’s thrusts. With the noises he lets out, Bucky almost mourns for the loss of the lewd noises of his ass being fucked, almost wishes he could hear them again even if they make his cheeks heat up and his eyes well up with tears.
But once the first moan is out of his mouth, he’s unable to stop.
And once he’s unable to stop is when the senator seems the most satisfied, his own noises hitting a more feral pitch.
Satisfied but never not greedy.
“That’s it. Louder. Let me hear you, baby.”
Always the listener, always obedient, Bucky moans. “Daddy…Daddy!” He gets a hand wrapped around the front of his throat for his troubles, for being good. He hopes Steve can feel the rasp of his groan against his palm. The senator pulls his hips back further, gives him longer strokes, digs his cock into Bucky harder.
“Yeah, there it is. Ain’t anybody here gonna get’chu in trouble for getting a senator’s dick all wet. You can be as loud as you want here.”
“Oh fuck,” Bucky pants, shouts. “The senator’s…dick. Get his dick all wet.” Bucky hiccups, whining as he reaches for one of Steve’s fingers to suck into his mouth. “Steve…Steve, it feels so good.”
Bucky’s certain he’s wailing.
“Fuck yeah, Buck. Pussy feels so goddamn good. Gotta let Daddy know you love it, gotta be loud as fuck for it.”
Bucky just repeats what he’s hearing, making noise feeling too good to question the words he’s saying. “Pussy feels…feels so good. Gotta let…oh god, gotta let Daddy know.”
Steve’s guttural groan into his neck almost feels better than letting out his own.
“Fuck, baby. You get the cops called on us and I’ll double your pay, triple it. Want the neighbors thinkin’ you’re dyin’ in here. C’mon, honey. Gimme that pussy.”
Always good, always as good as he can be for Daddy.
“Give Daddy this pussy.”
“Good fuckin’ boy…”
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ba1laur · 1 year
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thank you for teaching me how to kill (id in alt)
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crabussy · 15 days
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TEN GAZILLION PONY ATTACK!!!!! this is a part 2 of my subtle animation-friendly redesigns!!! I only made changes that could have happened in the show. hair gradients can be seen in cadence, and white markings on sunburst, for example.
feel free to ask me questions about the design choices!! (just mentioning: I love the CMC's actual cutie marks, just wanted to try designing individual ones this time around!) Part 1 with the mane 6!
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densitywell · 8 months
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so,
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"I'll see you soon"
"You will, that's a promise"
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bakuliwrites · 4 months
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Archduke of Baldur's Gate? Oh, you mean my big tiddy goth girlfriend? My Final Fantasy villain reject? My 40 year old gamer who subsists off of mountain dew and doritos? My skrunkly little tyrant? My struggling actor in an early 2000's hair product commercial? My ride-or-die Durge simp? The man that proposed to me with a Taco Bell hot sauce packet? My precious Gorty? My wife? My-
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thequibblingking13 · 4 months
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Fearne Calloway, the woman that you are
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amyriadfthings · 4 months
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hashtag things that are fine. jamie bell and andrew scott bringing the aous script to life 😭
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Daughter of the Red Moon.
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leafspiritz · 4 months
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sometimes a family is you, your scary girlfriend, her rat-bird-son, and her terrible mangled hell-hound that comes from the depths of her soul 💜
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benebonv · 5 months
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[C3E78, 3h 28m: Allura prepares Plane Shift. Everyone links hands. Ashton ties the doll to their chest before taking Imogen and Orym's hands. The circle is complete. Ashton and Bells Hells, Bells Hells and Ashton. No one left behind.]
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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year
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24. “You can do better than that.”
🥵 mama gimmmeeeeeeee, either with senator steve or daddy james
Bucky has literal tears streaming down his cheeks when the senator scoffs, "Is that the best you can do?"
Bucky briefly considers biting down on his mouthful of cock.
Motherfucker.
Steve's leaned back against the headboard of his bed, casual and indifferent, as if Bucky isn't splayed between his spread thighs throat-fucking his cock like a goddamn professional. The best he can do? Please! Very few people would be able to last longer than two minutes with Bucky's mouth working them over the way he is the senator.
Maybe he should tell him that. That would surely rile him up.
Steve's sigh, insufferable in tone, digs under Bucky's skin uncomfortably. He feels that creep of anger burn slowly up his neck. Steve is doing this on purpose. One hand reaches for a heavy handful of Steve's balls while the other remains wrapped around his cock, moving in time with his mouth.
Bucky must be doing too well if it warrants goading such as this.
He smiles before he takes a moment to messily flick his tongue along the underside of the tip of Steve's cock, jerking it tightly with his other hand. God, he'll never get get tired of the senator's cock. His fingers barely touch when he wraps his hand around it, and the way it fills up his throat, the way he never fails to gag or sputter around it, makes him ache all over.
He can't think about the way it feels inside of him, the way it splits him open; he'll come if he thinks about that too hard.
The senator is harder than steel in his grip and sliding along his tongue, the tremor of his thighs not lost on Bucky. The slight tremble goes right to his head in fact, and he knows Steve is full of shit; Bucky knows his body. He may be a stellar actor with a hard facade to crack, but his body is crumbling under Bucky's touch.
And yet Steve mumbles, "You can do better than that," and Bucky can't believe his ears. His growl sounds tiny compared to the one the senator lets out when Bucky squeezes at his handful of balls. Better? Than this? Steve surely wouldn't survive it. But fine— he'll show Steve better.
He isn't in his right mind, his more submissive mind, when he purposefully shoves at Steve's thighs, spreading them further. The senator chuckles, chuckles, when Bucky lowers his head and laps at his sac, slurps at his angrily. But his chuckle dies right in his throat when Bucky's mouth slips further down and lands on his asshole.
Bucky can feel time stop for Steve, can feel it under his hands, under his mouth. He doesn't think he's ever heard the senator gasp, the noise convincing him he's never heard the senator react to something Bucky's done, at least not genuinely. He's going to ride the high of surprising Senator Rogers for years.
But he can never have anything for long, can he? Because one long swipe of his tongue around Steve's rim coupled with the hand that still pumps around the older man's cock, and Steve is groaning out a ragged, "Oh there you go, kid. There you fuckin' go, 'bout damn time. Shit, that's nice. Suck on me there— do it, Buck."
Unbelievable.
He does as he's told, once again blindly listening to Steve's demands. He grabs a hold of the senator's balls and tugs on them, pulls them up and out of the way before pressing suctioned, sloppy kisses along Steve's taint, downward. He's only done this a few times, rimmed someone. He's eaten more pussy than he has this, but he finds he likes this with Steve. He likes doing this to the senator.
It's dirty and he finds it that perfect amount of humiliating and the noises Steve is making are different.
He'll eat the senator's ass out whenever he's asked to, no doubt about it.
When he sucks on the senator's rim, presses his lips down over it and practically french kisses it, he knows he's won.
"Fuck, make Daddy come, make me come," Steve growls in a rush, as if he needs to bite out the command before he shoots off, as if he feels the need to control his own orgasm. That's Bucky's orgasm. No matter what the senator thinks, this one is his. He's earned it.
Bucky gives Steve's hole one more deep suck before digging his teeth into his taint on his way up to swallow the senator's cock down to the root. He chokes around it, always does when he goes so deep so fast, but he recovers quickly, just in time for Steve's hot come to shoot down his throat.
"Fuckin' hell, Bucky. Fuck," Steve pants, fingers in his hair, hips kicking up to dig his cock into the back of Bucky's throat, riding his orgasm out. Come slips down his chin, sticks to Steve's balls as they grind against his chin, and Bucky loves it.
He gags hard when Steve quickly pulls himself out of Bucky's mouth, shoving him backwards as if he's done something wrong. Bucky smiles as his back hits the mattress, smiles when Steve manhandles him roughly to his front.
That was his orgasm. He's never tasted one better, never worked for one harder. He doesn't even register his own erection, the feeling inside one akin to the way he feels when he is the one to come.
"What are you fuckin' smiling about?" Steve grumbles, climbing on top of Bucky and straddling him. He smacks at Bucky's ass once, twice, three times. It stings but it only registers as pleasure, even when Steve squeezes both of his ass cheeks hard around his still-hard cock.
Steve is overcompensating.
Bucky's grin only grows.
"Nothin’, Daddy..."
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sparring-spirals · 7 months
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Bell's Hells really have an artifact with them that just like. opens up a Fucking Pocket Dimension Hole wherever they put it down. On demand Ominous Void. A pit of Pitch Black. Sound doesnt come out of it. There isn't any oxygen in there. If youre in there and you get closed in you're in utter darkness with limited oxygen and no one can hear you scream. And they use it for a pantry. Like yes they use it to hold the corpses of their enemies, and also prisoners (and occasionally forget about them and then oops haha its a corpse fridge again!!!). But they mostly use it as a pantry. better get those bodies out of the (pitch black airless sound dampening no one will hear your pleas for mercy) hole before they make the cheese smell funny :)
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puhpandas · 6 months
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tony becker sweep
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undead-knick-knack · 1 month
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@the-relvin-temult Is this what you had in mind?
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royalarchivist · 1 month
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[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]
Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?
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[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*
Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.
Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!
Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.
* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.
#Pactw#QSMP#Pac#March 18 2024#As much as I love keeping people updated about Pac / the other Portuguese-speaking creators#I think I might not make as many transcribed posts for their clips anymore#I just don't think I'm qualified enough to be transcribing things for a language I don't know#like yeah we have the Qlobal Translator and Aypierre's translators to rely on#And I'm always upfront when I'm not 100% sure about a translation#but I've been thinking about it a lot and it kinda makes me feel a bit icky. Idk.#I might be overthinking this but I just I don't want to spread around translations I'm not super confident about#esp. since I know a lot of people cite my clips in analysis posts or link them to other people as resources#and 90% of the time I'm like ''Hell yeah I love seeing people getting a lot of use out of the archive''#but sometimes I get a bit anxious like ''Did I do a good enough job translating this''#''Am I ruining someone's entire perception of a conversation or character because I left one word out or mistranslated something?''#And like I said that's normally not a HUGE concern since if I'm not certain about a translation I just won't post a clip. but you know#idk it might just be the anxiety talking but I really really don't want to spread bad info#Happy to hear other folks' perspective#I'm really grateful for people like Bell and Pix and others who translate clips and I always try to reblog those#but we don't have a ton of people posting clips & translating things on Tumblr since we're so English-centric#which is part of the reason WHY I like sharing clips of the non-English-speaking CCs#but at the same time I want to do an accurate job representing what they're saying#Maybe I'll just start posting things and give a TLDR context of what they're talking about but not a transcript#that way native-speakers can hop in and add translations if that's something they're comfortable doing#and if not then well. at least I'm not sharing something that isn't super accurate#idk I'm just thinking out loud a bit in the tags#But I'm open to hearing other people's thoughts on the matter#Anyways giant rant aside. q!Pac is NOT doing ok rn
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