#this documentary was sooooo good
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Statute of Limitations (Immortals AU)
Wrote 800 words for an AU that’s been rotating in my brain for over a year that I still haven’t written, but I’m posting this anyway because I do what I want.
AU context, sparknotes edition: Ingo couldn’t get sent back directly to the future for timey-wimey reasons and spent 140 years immortal, chilling in the Coronet Highlands. Accidentally befriended/tamed/domesticated the feral cat of a man we know as Volo (also immortal) while he was waiting to catch up to the future and his twin. Now the Nimbasa trio has been reunited for over a year and Volo is the twins’ weird roommate and Elesa’s bitchiest bestie.
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“Hang on,” Elesa says one night, as they’re sitting around the twins’ living room eating Sinnoh takeout, two and a half hours and two-thirds of the way into an hour-long documentary on Hisui. They keep pausing to give Ingo and Volo the chance to expound on whatever topic the documentary didn’t have the time or information to elaborate on themselves; Ingo’s infodumping is familiar and comforting, while Volo’s is a bit of a surprise but hilariously bitchy. Even when the documentary gets things right. “Volo—you consulted on this? Historically?”
“That makes it sound like I did so fifty years ago,” Volo sniffs. “I was a historical consultant on the topic. Mostly by mail; by the time they were making this, Cynthia was a little too popular for me to go wandering around Sinnoh without a good excuse for looking like her fraternal twin.”
So, yes, but in fifty words instead of one. Cool. “You like… you got paid money for this? Is this your job?”
Volo makes an dismissive sound. “Yes, I got paid for it, but it’s not exactly reliable work, nor does it pay greatly. As a historian, the best money is in research grants, but those are a little hard to get a hold of without extensive history at a university, and my need to shuffle identities every decade or so did clash with the need to accumulate that sort of history.”
“…So, yes but no?”
Volo rolls his eyes at her. “Yes, but no.”
Elesa mulls over that. She doesn’t unpause the documentary just yet, because there’s a niggling question in her brain now—
“Do you have a job?” Emmet asks before she can. “You’re here a lot.”
Volo huffs, deciding to take offense in that catty way of his, so Elesa jumps in before letting him answer: “Dude, you’re clearly loaded, I have never once heard you say a thing about hopping back and forth between here and Sinnoh and plane tickets aren’t cheap. Frankly, neither is this apartment, and I’d be surprised if you’re just letting the twins pay for it all.”
Volo regards her shrewdly for a moment, then hums as his eyes slide away. “Don’t worry about it.”
That is the least satisfying answer on the planet. She and Emmet immediately turn to Ingo for answers.
“I do not worry about it,” Ingo says immediately.
Elesa and Emmet’s eyes meet. Weird, suspicious emphasis with no real answer. Hmmm.
“I am Emmet. Are we harboring a fucking criminal?” Emmet demands.
Volo sputters. “I beg your pardon? That’s your first assumption?”
“That’s not an answer,” Elesa points out, entertained. “He’s only going to get more suspicious the more you avoid giving one.”
“And you, of course, are virtuously on my side,” Volo mutters bitchily. “The disrespect! And here I thought we had something. A camaraderie, if you will—”
“It’s not like you’re a poacher, Ingo would worry about it a whole lot if that were the case,” Elesa interrupts him. “I can’t really imagine you beating someone up—”
“I can,” Emmet says.
“—without going full-on crazy eyes,” Elesa corrects herself. “So this hypothetical crime you may have committed and have definitely not denied committing is probably, y’know. Petty. Which fits, because you are a petty, petty bitch!”
“I,” Volo says with dignity, “am the classiest bitch any of you will ever meet.”
“I am the classiest bitch in this room, but nice try.”
“You’re all cutting-edge fashion and avant-garde, that’s not the same thing as class.”
Elesa gasps loudly in overblown offense. “You take that back!”
“Ladies, you are both pretty,” Emmet intones. “Ingo. Has Volo committed crimes? Yes or no.”
Ingo pinches the bridge of his nose. “He doesn’t have a valid birth certificate and yet has had a functional passport for decades despite being stuck at twenty-seven. Of course he’s committed crimes, we knew that already.”
“I am Emmet. I meant for money.”
Ingo shrugs and reaches for a new can of soda. “Well, that’s none of my business.”
“Ingo.”
“Look,” Volo sighs, “can any of you truthfully tell me that you’ve never talked to a particularly out-of-touch gentleman whose lone battling Pokémon is holding a useless nugget of gold worth more than everything you have on your person and thought, you know, I bet I have an island somewhere that I could sell this moron?”
There’s a beat of silence. Emmet snorts. Ingo puts a hand over his face that doesn’t hide the amused curl to the corner of his mouth.
Elesa cackles. “Oh dragons, you scam rich people for a living? I need to hear about this right now immediately. Story time! Funniest scam you’ve done, let’s go.”
“Accusing me of being a scam artist now?” Volo snips facetiously, but he’s smirking. “I will confess to nothing. …At least, not until I have the chance to check the statute of limitations for a few things.”
#immortals au#submas#i don't know if i should be tagging this snippet as submas but the au as a whole definitely fits the tag sooooo?#no one can stop me#anyway volo is actually in the credits of the documentary that they're watching#but only under his Eccentric Historian alias for obvious reasons#also volo DOES do a lot of historian stuff in his free time (verifying artifacts and translations mostly) but it's more of a passion hobby#his tastes are too expensive to actually live on that sort of money#despite being born in 1848 and 100% being able to rough it with the best of them volo just exudes city slicker vibes to me#also sometimes the vocational paths cross#mostly when volo gets peeved at some specific person with a private historical collection he's being paid to verify something in#and he decides that for the good of the historical record he has to liberate a few things. preferably the rarest/priciest things
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"no. no regrets"
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i’m going insane
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mutual 1: see the thing about obi wan is that even if he could get pregnant he would do a force-abortion on himself because he believes that strongly in adoption
mutual 2: do you think matt damon was seething and coping when j-lo dropped "dear ben" or do you think matt and ben were still hooking up at this time? essentially if the album dropped in 2002, the bennifer engagement is nov 2002-january 2004, and matt gets married in 2005,
mutual 3: my ebay bidding war for paul reubens's spit in a jar is going really well due to the psychic attacks i've been sending to the other bidder
mutual 4: local authorities wont let me into this abandoned hoarder house in rural wyoming. dies horribly. #i love drunk driving
mutual 5: listen ive studied rpf for years you dont understand. the homoerotic undercurrent of britpop is a different breed than what george and bob had going on. theres a playful aura facilitated by the early 90s
mutual 6: i am going to pound philip seymour hoffman into the ground so lovingly
mutual 7: im doing crazy things to davy jones pussy over here
mutual 8: thinking of writing my thesis on the evolution of rpf #no don't look at my lb diary yes i watched 10 martin & lewis movies this week
mutual 9: you see robbie and bob were having on and off trysts ever since robbie stopped him from killing himself in 1966 but it took martin scorseses tender devotion to show robbie how unhealthy that was
mutual 10: thankfully neil young started estrogen in early 1970. otherwise she never couldve made harvest
mutual 11: how minutes of semi-truck sound effects do you guys think i can play on my radio show before people start tuning away
mutual 12: put this post underwater sorry. but i just feel so angry when people post about their mutuals like they're people they never talk to. i've moved to different countries three times for my mutuals.
mutual 13: [picture of orson welles and anthony perkins laughing on the set of the trial] do you think they ever fucked #hot! #who said that
mutual 14: i think i could fix norman bates if we got married and adopted the eraserhead baby together.
mutual 15: [picture of a computer fucking itself]
mutual 16: m sooooo girl drink drunk daveeeeee
mutual 17: eroticism of the machine? uhhh yeah only if the machine is a sexy car #STOP PUTTING THOSE COMPUTER PICTURES ON MY DASH
mutual 18: my warriors in maine are one step closer to slipping cocaine back into stephen kings food so he can be a good writer again
mutual 19: you don't understand. walton goggins isn't just gay in the show. he also walks gay in real life. you have to understand this.
mutual 20: im going to kidnap mike stoklasa and only release him when he makes a post coming out as bisexual
EDIT: ETHAN LET ME POST THIS:
mutual 21: do you think lana del rey and joan baez are hooking up. why is lana with her everywhere and introducing her documentary and doing all these things. we KNOW joan is bisexual. do you think
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🌟People I'd like to know better!🌟
Last song : Romance is Boring by Los Campesinos!
Favorite color : yellow :D but like a very warm one or sunflower 🌻
Currently watching : The Isabella Gardner museum Heist documentary, omg I had no idea it was so complicated I'm hooked
Spicy/savory/sweet : hardest choice of my life I ask myself this like every other day, I guess savory???? But like I need sweet as well and spicy is sooooo good
Relationship status : single 😎
Current obsession : my friend has gotten me into batman and I've known no peace since then jason todd has taken over my brain
Tagged by @vpofcookies my beloved <3 :D
Tagging : anyone at all!! This is very fun and I'd love to see more and also in particular @pluralphilza @skippyofficial @beemovieerotica @choccymilllk @huntingpalismen
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SO this is a part two to this fic and i was not going to do a part two (i simply am not good at them) BUT i got randomly got this inspo for it sooooo here we goooo
disclaimer: do NOT have sex without a condom with a stranger but this is fictional and i love creampies <33 also not edited
(read part one)
“Oh, you liked that,” he breathes, wrapping his free arm around you and holding you still—thank God because lord knows you don’t have any control. “When I talk all dirty to you. Don’t try to deny it, kitten. I felt you, squeezing ‘round me like you wanna milk the come out of my dick.” His face dips into your shoulder and sinks his teeth in so hard it makes you jerk and whine. “Doin’ that, I’m gonna have to bend you over and pound your pussy until you can’t think about anything other than me.”
part two of two. in which bucky sees how many times he can make you come around his dick. (includes bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, college au, dirty talk, exhibitionism and voyeurism, cockwarming, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie kink.)
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This isn’t what you do (wasn’t what you do?).
You don’t fall into someone’s lap and immediately sit on their cock, in public no less, and during one of your classes. You haven’t even slept with someone in years! Even then, it was nowhere near this obscene, but also, nowhere near this good.
And you never imagined it’d be with him—that you’d gain his favor and be successfully seduced by his wicked ways: a popular presence across campus for his charming, alluring disposition.
He’s talented; God, he’s talented. It’s like he innately knows how to drive you mad, vindicating these erogenous points you weren’t aware you had, bypassing your chaste sensibilities and rendering you into a wanton mess.
You can’t stop trembling, and you sure as hell can’t focus. How can you? How can you pay attention to some documentary when he’s plundered through your neglected center and rubbing your throbbing bundle of nerves? How can you think of anything other than a promising orgasm on track to absolutely ruin you?
The joints of his fingers press against you and whirl your slickness in intensive, fast-paced but steady circles. Pressure builds in your stomach, heat climbing up your legs and spreading through every nook and cranny in your body, while your legs shake.
Your hands cover your mouth as the moans rise in your throat. You feel his smile curl into the slope of your neck, his mouth carving the imprint of his teeth. The sting dashes down your spine and pangs between your thighs. You can only slump into him, defined muscle against your shoulder blades and warmth radiating through his shirt.
His other hand finds the hem of your shirt and slides upward and ducks beneath your bra where he palms one of your tits. He rolls a pebbled peak between his fingers, rough and tight. A soft moan breaks past your lips, and he grins, his face nuzzled into your neck and shoulder.
Your head tips backward onto his shoulder with your lashes fluttering shut. Euphoria rakes over your nerves, consuming your muscles limp and your breath panting. It’s intoxicating, a woozy spell that leaves you careless. Even with the dimmed lights, if someone looked over, they’d see you all debauched over him.
He grasps your jaw and turns your face to take your lips on his own. Your mouth drops open and immediately accepts his tongue gliding over yours. Somewhere in your mind, you can’t believe you’re french kissing a man you just became acquainted with, classmates surrounding you be damned.
“Oh, I shouldn’t be doing this,” you moan as if it’ll snap you out of it, heavy-lidded as your eyes connect with his own.
He nips at your bottom lip. “But you are, and you’re doing so well,” he cooes so sweetly that butterflies flutter inside your stomach. “My obedient lil’ kitty letting me do whatever I want ‘cause you know I’ll give you everything you need. Isn’t that right?”
A shudder wracks your body, and with the last ounce of resistance, you whimper a stubborn, “N - no.”
Which only provokes him into upping his game. His legs hook around your ankles, spreading them wide so your aching center provides him better access. You didn’t think it was possible, but his thick length burrows deeper inside you, nudging a raw patch within your tightening depths that slaps your hands over your mouth again, wanting to cry out so bad.
He chuckles as he watches the desperation possess your features. “You gotta be more convincing than that,” he teases, placing a peck on your hammering pulse before running his lips over your ear. “If that was true, your pretty pussy wouldn’t be creaming around my big cock.”
And like that, you seize up. The vulgarity clenches your inner muscles while ecstasy swallows you whole and sends you writhing with the intensity. He groans low in your ear, his hips bucking up into you, encircling caress never stopping, slowing ever-so-slightly.
“Oh, you liked that,” he breathes, wrapping his free arm around you and holding you still—thank God because the Lord knows you don’t have any control. “When I talk all dirty to you. Don’t try to deny it, kitten. I felt you, squeezing ‘round me like you wanna milk the come out of my dick.” His face dips into your shoulder and sinks his teeth in so hard it makes you jerk and whine. “Doin’ that, I’m gonna have to bend you over and pound your pussy until you can’t think about anything other than me.”
Another whimper escapes you, and your sensitivity revolts against his continued touch and his words. “B - Bucky,” you whine, dropping your muffle, while his hold cinches further. “Please.”
He tries to pull a sympathetic expression, but a grin twitches on his lips, thrilled he can elicit such a reaction out of you. “Aw, is someone sensitive?”
You clutch his wrists, feeling his knuckles flexing as he moves. The pitiful look on your face convinces him to slow to a stop, but his fingers remain pressurized on your clit. “You’re bad,” you say as you take in his dilated pupils and the ravenous gleam in his darkened eyes.
“And you’re good. See how perfectly that works out?” he cooes and kisses your cheek. “You gonna be good for me, hm? Give me what I want because you like this. You want me to keep going. It’s okay, perverse little thing, I’ll treat you real nice.”
His fingertips begin moving again but in wide, lazy swirls; tentative to your tenderness, though smarting shocks needle under your skin. But you like it, you realize, the underlay of pain mixed with pleasure. Still, you reach for his hand on your thigh, and he interlaces your fingers with his.
“See?” he says, “it feels good, doesn’t it?”
It does. You’re slowly but surely recovering from your previous orgasm and his rhythm works you to the beat you need. You didn’t realize how touch-starved you were, melting like an ice cream in the sun, dissolving into a mess of warm wetness.
Desire coils around you, across your skin, and sinks into your very being. It shrouds your senses so exquisitely that you barely register the fact you’re rocking into him. “Y - yes.” Your brain is overcome by your libido, and you can’t focus enough to even try to lie. Do you even want to lie? You don’t know. All you know is: “God, it feels good.”
He chuckles again, a low and husky sound. “I know, and I’m gonna give you a reward for telling the truth, kitty.”
His hand releases yours and snakes under your shirt, palming your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers while he strums your swollen button. The motion of your hips falls in sync with his, tunneling in at an angle that has stars exploding in front of your eyes.
It’s a triple attack, catching you at every turn. There’s a few eyes shooting your way, but you can’t help yourself: breathless, biting down on your lower lip to suppress the wanton sounds bubbling up inside you, being fondled up in the back of the classroom like a honey teenager, shadowed by a broad deviant of a man.
The only thing you can think of is burying your face into your arms on the table. Your skin is scorching, blood rushing to your cheeks flustered, a weld of arousal pumping through your veins. There it goes again—that pressure restricting in the pit of your stomach, well on your way to another orgasm.
“Cute lil’ thing, all soft and warm,” he croons in between a trail of kisses up your nape. “Kitty, you feel like heaven. So sweet. Never met a girl like you. All shy and innocent, but you barely hesitated to let my dick inside you.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. That’s the truth of the matter, and embarrassment twinges with the delicious ebb of his cock. You’ve never encountered someone who could be so depraved yet collected, tormenting your neglected and overly responsive sex.
The hand kneading your breast, having switched to its twin, drops to his forearm braced against your ribcage and hauls you flush against his chest. His gaze glints with satisfaction, roaming over your disheveled appearance, speeding up his ministrations out of pure delight.
This time, it overwhelms you before you realize it’s happening. He hisses in your ear as you spasm around his girth, throbbing hot, carving himself inside you in a manner you know you’ll feel from memory alone. It surges through you hard enough that it makes you lightheaded.
“F—f—fuck!” you accidentally cry out, but your voice is hoarse and doesn’t echo far. You slap a palm over your mouth, heart thundering with interest drawing in your direction, trying to seem as normal as possible, but with your face flaming, you doubt it’s believable.
“Careful, kitten. You’re gonna get us caught,” he warns with a tut, but immediately cracks a grin thereafter. “I’m kidding. I love those pretty moans, your innocent whimpers, practically begging me to give everyone something to talk about.”
As he speaks, his friend from before, the one who saved his seat glances over, then double takes, eyes widening; his cheeks darken a shade red and he hurries to look away,—thankfully. You can only imagine what he’s thinking: if he knows you’re pantyless with the undergarment stuffed in Bucky’s pocket, that an electrifying reckoning pulls you under, and you’re drowning in the sensation of his quick fingers and pulsing cock.
You don’t understand the thrill that lurches through you. Being taken like this, raw and trembling, relentless and tantric, it’s foreign but so good you think you could get addicted to it—to him.
You shake your head. “I - I don’t do this,” you whisper, mostly to yourself, attempting to return to rationality instead of the sinful bliss you’re seated in. “I haven’t—I’ve never…” You haven’t had so much as a one-night stand, but you’re collapsing into his chest because your muscles feel like you’ve been fucked limp. (Now that you think about it, maybe you have.)
“Oh, I know,” he assures you with a cute quirk on his lips. “Seen you around campus by yourself, knowing guys wanna get between your thighs, but never letting them.”
“Like Steve over there.” He nods toward a spot across the room with a pleased grin. “You know he knows, right? C’mon. Look at his face.” His fingers span your jaw, and he gently turns your head to see the blond whose jaw is clenched and face pink in the cheeks, eyes periodically cutting to you. “He can’t stand it. You guys have been friends for a long time, haven’t you?”
The blood in your face heats up, momentarily a deer caught in the headlights before the embarrassment quickly averts your gaze elsewhere. Almost innately, it lands on him, chin tucked into your shoulder and lashes blinking up at him.
The rhythm in your chest has tripled, racing with a strange feeling of… satisfaction? The perversity wound up inside you preens: openly taken by a blackguard such as Bucky, a smug and lewd statement that you know will get your romantic—and sexual—disinterest in the blond.
To his answer, you nod smally. One of the first friends you made, actually, and that probably makes it worse.
“And yet, you gave into me. Not him, not anyone else, but me. Your body knows where it belongs—sitting on my fucking dick.” There’s a growled edge to the claim, deep and inarguable, and you feel his gaze take down your expression. “Lookin’ so pretty, too. Wanna see?”
You don’t know what he means until he picks his phone off the desk, slides it to his front camera, and the frame filters through the dimness and centers on both of you. Your eyes widen, not because of shock, or your typical aversion to vanity, rather because you look so provocative, debauched, and utterly undone in a way that—you’re stunned to realize—you like.
And he looks so pretty, coiled around you like he’s supposed to be there, eyes simultaneously alight and dark, face beside yours but not quite level with his height. You like that, too; a broad man, biceps flexing as he sets his phone against a thick textbook and finds your abused clit for a third time.
The expression on your face makes him laugh, all gleaming white teeth, incisors looking mighty sharp. “Yeah, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he continues, breathy and heavy-lidded but nonetheless acute, “wanna watch yourself orgasm?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer before striking in light and quick circles, your frankly obscene wetness enabling him. Taking pity—for the first time—on you, his hand clamps over your mouth and smothers the cry that tries to rip through your throat.
Your eyes want to roll to the back of your head, but you can now see his physical reactions, and you’re transfixed. That sharp jawline tightens, and his teeth practically grit, breathing going ragged—he tries to regain control of himself, to no avail.
Adding the camera is a double-edged sword, intensifying everything. It’s not just those skilled motions and stuffed folds that hurtle you toward a near painful euphoria, but watching how affected he is; the control breaking down like being able to witness your pleasure is a weakness.
That shoots to your brain like a bullet and zips between your legs, further making you into a gooey mess. If your muscles could, they’d strain that, but your narrow channel usurps your strength and squeezes tight like you’re trying to trap him inside you.
“You little fucking…” he swears up a storm to you, to himself. You feel his thighs start to tremble, but he shakes his head instead. “N - not yet—not yet. You hear me?” His eyes pin yours in the screen’s reflection, and you don’t process the determination there until he presses into you harder and keeps going.
He’s going to fuck you through your third episode into your fourth. Everything is already buzzing, wires crossed and frayed being struck with another round of electricity, zapping your nerves with each pass of his fingers.
Your body jolts accordingly, but he keeps you grounded. You let out a squeal, but it’s nothing more than a vibration sounding something like, “Mmfhm!” Which translates to, I can’t come again!
His lips brush over your neck, placing the softest kiss on skin he’s already sucked and bit tender. “But you feel so good,” he cooes, understanding you completely, flashing you these eyes that melt you into putty, “it’s like your pussy is giving me a massage. I know you can handle it. You need it. You like it when it hurts. And there you go, still pulsing around my dick like you can’t get enough.”
The hand covering your mouth loosens in time to hear your whimper, following your lips as it tumbles out. Oh, he’s a demon. There’s no possible way he can say things like that, finding weaknesses you didn’t even know you existed.
You’re spasming like crazy, and you’re extremely thankful that the documentary is playing so loud because you—him, too—can hear the conjoint of your bodies. On top of the menacing sensations, embarrassment flushes you hotter, and you squeeze your eyes shut.
Your gaze opens and meets his own in wonderment. “What are you doing to me?”.
He blinks before a soft smile stretches across his lips, and he nuzzles the side of your face. “Fucking you like you deserve,” he says like it’s simple. “Making you come ‘cause you’re such a good girl. You gonna give me another one, kitten? ‘Cause I really fucking need it.”
Need, need, need, it rattles in your skull. You aren’t just getting fucked—you are fucked. You gnaw on your lip as if contemplating, but you aren’t; you’re trying to make sure you won’t squeal, cry out, or shriek your pathetically submissive, “Y - yes.”
“Say it,” he prompts, never wavering from your face, blown-out pupils like a shark encircling blood in the water. “Say, ‘I’m gonna come around your dick until you’re blowing your load deep in my sweet pussy.��”
An absolutely deplorable request, and you would never, but the pain is wriggling itself into your grace. Every cell in your body burns, boiling until the sentence bubbles to the service; albeit a trembling, bashful whisper. “I - I’m gonna come around your d - dick until you’re blowing your load deep in my sweet p - pussy.”
You see and feel him shudder, and his teeth nip at your pulse, tongue flattening there to feel the rush beating against your skin. “Atta girl,” he says, approval grating through the syllables. Right after, another shudder rolls beneath you, and you watch his lids struggle to stay open.
As wrecked as you are, terrorized by biting pleasure, you experimentally rock your hips, little movements back and forth over his dick. The groan he makes is totally, unbelievably worth it, and a thrill pushes you to keep going and impressively discreetly ride the thick of him.
“God, you fit so fucking perfect,” he says with a low groan strangled at the back of his throat. It’s almost slurred as if drunk, and he looks the part. Cheeks twinged a sheen of rose, mouth parted and nose buried in your hair, unable to focus his vision. “How are you even real?”
This started with a seat—a seat. All because you missed your alarm after pulling an all-nighter, and now you’re wrapped up and around Bucky Barnes. Skin to skin, in public, in class where your attention should be on the assignment.
It’s reckless, and he’s dangerous.
You fall apart all the same. Metaphorically, of course, because in reality, your slick walls constrict around his thick stretch, endless length and downright demand what’s been pulsating at his base since you sat down.
His eyes widen, and he makes this splutter of your name as he immediately gives in. He moans in your ear and thrusts up so deeply you gasp. You cover your mouth while his arms cord around your middle and squeeze your body against his.
He grounds himself with you now and ensures that he stays snug inside your conquered depths, exploding and branding you full of his thick heat; and holy fuck does he fill you.
You should’ve expected it, given you’ve been edging him this whole time, but Christ, it’s like he can’t stop. It’s load after load splattering every centimeter of your insides, and his grip is like vise, plugging that previous hollow spot inside you with so much you don’t think you could ever get him out.
You slump forward into your arms, riding out the aftershocks with your teeth puncturing your bottom lip. There’s a cry in your throat you won’t let out. When he relaxes, he curves his front to your back and breathes in at your nape. It’s pure biology that you shiver and unintentionally flutter.
He groans against your skin. “You’re heaven, kitten,” he murmurs after a sigh, a lazy curve of his lips pressing a kiss into your skin. “I think I’m gonna stake a claim on your pussy. Mhm, ‘kay?”
“I - I think you’re the devil,” you finally croak once you stop panting, but you don’t object.
You feel him grin. “Maybe,” he says, “but you’re gonna be my sweet little angel.”
#bucky barnes smut#bucky x you smut#bucky x reader#marvel imagines#bucky barnes fanfiction#my writing#bucky barnes imagines#you're gonna be like THIRTY MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT REALLY?#and YES#this happened with the other fic too -_-#maybe might do a part three with a costume party <3 reader wears cat costume#maybe might do a part three with a costume party <3 reader wears cat costume <3 and a collar <3 the bell jingles when he fucks her <33333
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The whole point in avoiding instant gratification is to make you more aware of the pleasures of life. Abusive consumption makes you blind to the real good stuff. Like if you eat crap sugary candy all the time, you're making yourself numb to the actual pleasure one can get from actual GOOD stuff. Like too much sugar makes the tasting buds numb, you can't appreciate pears and bananas and raspberries and such.... If you consume pornography, you make yourself numb to real good sex. If you consume junkfood all the time you make yourself numb to good nutritious food. If you watch exclusively craptok you shorten your attention span and can't enjoy good longer videos, movies documentaries. There's SO many examples of instant gratification.
Also it eliminates the whole drive to seek the good stuff, like "wait I can get [easy option], it's sooooo easy, seeking for [better stuff] is pointless and too much effort" then you become a no-lifer that just consumes consumes consumes without having much substance.
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Don’t you find Louis constant engagement with all the boys (even Zayn’s) lives on social media except Harry’s is so loud? And I guess it can be seen to “prove” that he and Harry’s friendship ended, as the narrative goes, but only if we don’t care to look at it on anything deeper than surface level. Because if we do, it’s glaringly obvious that they were always so close. So it leaves us with the only reason for the lack of interaction is that we are right in our understanding that they’re not allowed to. They are protecting, as Louis said in his documentary, “the relationship”. I mean, for someone who is so proud of the band and his boys, it’s got to be that, right? Or am I missing something huge?
Oh it’s absolutely very telling, and continues to run with the narrative that HL are enemies. It’s so awful. And Harry has made some massive achievements throughout the years (as they all have), and Louis has never congratulated him once. He’s been vocal supporting Liam and Niall, hell, even liked a Zayn Insta pic a while back, but total radio silence when it comes to Harry. And it’s very frustrating. I’m shocked he even follows him on Instagram, to be honest. Because Harry doesn’t follow any of them (which is sooooo yikes).
Sure, he’s mentioned Harry in interviews before saying a nice thing here and there when prompted, (including being proud of Harry in Dunkirk) so his name isn’t entirely blacklisted from Louis’ PR opps, but that’s also because name dropping Harry is good for Louis’ publicity. But I’m sure it’s also because Louis wants to talk about him.
However, I think if they seed a coming out, it’ll have to start on social media. Harry following Louis back, and then a congratulations tweet here and there, or something. There will need to be that visibility and connection before any pap photos happen, or they’re spotted in public together. But for now, Louis and Harry are either a) still encouraged and advised against interacting with each other, b) wanna keep things settled and private while they can before exploding their fandom(s), and/or c) all of the above.
But, we know louis supports him thoroughly outside of the public eye
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When you have the time I’d love if you could post your thoughts about the documentary. I think there’s a lot of mistake that’s build up to that. Welcome back, I’ve loved your takes on the situation.
I'm working on my live-blogs. Sooooo many lies and misrepresentations. However, I do think the documentary does a good job revealing the psychology behind everything. I spent the first three episodes wondering why the heck they were presenting themselves this way, but by the end it all made sense in a twisted way. It's all about meeting their psychological needs.
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It is really fascinating to me how ALL the big streaming services are trying to lock down big sports onto their platform. Not just live showing of them, but trying to leverage what they have with documentaries etc. as well.
It makes sense because sports are the biggest growing entertainment sector out there. And documentaries for sports have pushed their popularity through the stratosphere in the States and around the world. Without "Drive to Survive" there is no way F1 would have had the Miami and the Vegas GP.
American football is already king in the US, and basketball, baseball etc are untouchable and SOOOO EXPENSIVE to get rights to. Looking from that angle it makes sense why suddenly there's such a huge interest in NHL hockey from these streaming platforms. They all want to get in when rights to hockey is sooooo much cheaper compared to the other big sports.
Amazon has got the rights now to show certain hockey teams' games and it looks like they want more. They already had the Leafs docu, and they want ANOTHER hockey documentary. Disney has got that weird Big City animated thing going with hockey, and seems to have something percolating with the Pens (cross fingers it is good).
Hockey people (me included) keep on talking about how expensive it is for kids to play hockey. That is why it is such a big barrier for it to be as successful and as popular. I only agree with it in the sense that it will eventually end up being a rich person's sport, but I DON'T think it is as big a barrier as everybody thinks for attracting MORE fans. Because holy shit if we want to talk about EXPENSIVE sport to get into - F1 is by far way more expensive and ELITIST. But it is fucking huge because of ONE fucking documentary series, and the teams and the drivers capitalising on its popularity in the biggest way.
And I PRAY a hockey documentary series from one of the big streaming platforms that will ALLOW access to the players, the management and maybe even the owners will get made. That the frankly insane hockey PEOPLE & culture will draw the general public into it. Make them go, "OHHH. That's so cool." But in order to do that hockey needs to SELL THEIR PLAYERS' personalities. They NEED to show the public a level of their real personality. Show us how shitty the NHL can be, show us how good some of these people are. Show us the skills, the dedication, and the sacrifices it takes for them to win the Cup.
Give me that sort of series, and it is almost guaranteed we will see the sport grow.
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afternoon loves, i wanted to share some thoughts:
im so immensely grateful and so blessed to be eating this delicious warm food in front of me today. i’m so blessed to have gas for fire in my home and water running through my faucet. and air conditioning to keep me warm. i’m so grateful to have this nourishing meal today. i’m so grateful that i have a space where i can rest while im recovering from being sick, and the funds to do so. although i am essentially fucking broke, i can afford to give myself time and space to heal.
my privilege screams at me these past five months in a way it never did before the blatant genocide that we have all seen on our screens, that we have all felt. i have made a commitment to myself, to the earth, and to the people of palestine that i will do at least one thing every day to add some good to this world. some days i have the capacity for more. whether it’s calling my representatives and giving them hell, educating myself through podcasts, documentaries, or reading, organizing with friends - big actions and small - i particularly love wheatpasting, it’s so fucking fun. i want to continue to honor this one life that i’ve been blessed with, and recognize how fragile us humans are.
as i eat today the people of palestine are especially on my mind, during the month of ramadan. as they’re literally actually starving to death💔 something that i cannot even fathom, but i am doing my best to feel and understand. i will not shut out this grief, i will feel it and let it drive me to action, to community building, to dreaming up a better world. because this is NOT NORMAL, this will NEVER be normal. i refuse to lose my humanity and look away.
i know yall are coming to my page because you’re horny and my posts are sexyyy, but i want to remind you that i am human, and you are too, and we all have the ability to affect the people and the world around us for the better, and especially us fucking privileged white colonizers have a responsibility to advocate for the marginalized people of the world and understand and learn about their struggle and stand in solidarity with them. we are the ones who started genociding indigenous peoples everywhere, since abt 1492. and let’s make the world a little better by choosing not to be silent, and understanding the full history.
as i continue to run this page, it’ll be a mix of fun teasing and also reality checks my loves. and i hope you will fight the good fight with me, wherever you are.
i am sooooo so so so grateful for this delicious meal. i am so heartbroken that so many people in the world are being forcibly starved 💔❤️🩹 much love to you all. i’m glad you’re here 💗
#free palestine#free gaza#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#ramadan#activism#organization#social justice#palestinian solidarity
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Hello! Have you seen the freestyle love supreme documentary? I absolutely adore the old footage of Lin and his friends, they all look so young :,)
you mean the "we are freestyle love supreme" documentary from 2020, right? i actually saw it twice. it's soooo damn good! i can't even begin to explain how much i love those guys, oh god. & you're so right, they were babies!!!
LOOK. AT. THEM. (i'm not gonna steal somebody's gifs so i'm just giving you the link instead hehe)
the entire documentary is sooooo good tho, 10/10 would recommend.
#also i'm the right person to ask about fls#i'm so obsessed with those guys you have no idea#i think this might be my favourite thing lin has ever done for real#if fls has no fans it means i'm dead#freestyle love supreme#lin manuel miranda#lmm#anon#i saved every letter you wrote me*
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Rewind for the character meme!
I Fucking Forgof To Do These Sorry
one aspect about them i love: LOVE that he's, like, both very charismatic and cheerful and kind and also just a little freak weirdo? like simultaneously. neither cancels the other out. i love it when a character is in quantum superposition of niceys and insane. like when someone is a little bizarre and intense in a way that's offputting but doesn't necessitate "fixing". you know
one aspect i wish more people understood about them: i think he has a LOT more agency in his own life than people think. i think he's aware he has obsessive tendencies and is just, like, following them, because what else is there to do on a thursday night. i think he's very socially shrewd and good at reading people. i also think he's fairly self confident
one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: he has almost entirely undiscerning tastes in fictional media, and VASTLY prefers documentaries, biopics, historical footage, etc to like, entertainment media. He is autistic as fuck.
one character i love seeing them interact with: i mean. im gonna go for the obvious. i love love love love love seeing how different cd is around him especially post-elegant chaos, how he just melts into a more comfortable and vulnerable person. its sooooo cutesies. i love seeing them, like, WORK through shit with eachother also
one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: WHIRL. i have no reasoning for this beyond "lmao can you fucking imagine". ok wait no i lied i do have reasoning. whirl both tried to kill and saved his life in the same day that one time. i literally want to sit in on them arguing about information creep just ONCE
one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: "domey" as a nickname is derived from him accidentally saying the first syllable of "dominus" early in their relationship and then trying to save it, but cd immediately found the nickname so endearing that it stuck permanently. they both awkwardly ignore the origins
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god sooooo true the analog horror scene was so . oversaturated. i havent checked in on whats new so i dont knowwwww i still like local 58 though i really<3 like local 58 a classic . but i think something could be done w/ warriors , back to the mockumentary/possible analog horror scene it could be a documentary style thing some like. college student is doing. investigating these wild cats in the woods nearby, but because warriors is so fucking bizarre it just goes to hell and the "horror" is just about the weird shit the clans do. dying 9 times in a row, um, etc etc. i dont have other ideas. sorry. i had an idea but im watching a movie rn and its overwhelming me so i forgot SORRY!
wait did I not respond to this ask.
anyways I don't blame you for having a difficult time coming up with some good analog horror-esque thing for Warriors. It's hard to do that because the tone of the series is so all over the place and it's hard to take horror seriously when the characters are bright as fuck.
like, I don't mind the entire "the style is far different from the tone" sort of thing that people will often make with horror series on youtube, but I think that's because they do something specific with the tone or vibe of the art itself. Like it feels like an old vhs cartoon that you would watch if you were bored and it was raining/snowing outside. Or maybe an old edutainment game that you used to play that had a specific part and/or character that freaked you out
I forgot where I was going with this but I wish more was done not with just wc horror content but the entire analog horror scene in general
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Everyone knows axl was not a good person back in the day but in the most recent years he hasn’t bothered anyone and the band has a female keyboardist but than again we don’t know celebrities
If it’s true Shelia Kennedy is now switching her story up for a cash grab she needs to be held accountable
Axl being a huge butthole had a lot to do with untreated mental illness and trauma (not that that’s an excuse for being terrible) and you’re right, he seems to be in a lot better place these days. Melissa (keyboard player) has been with GnR for 8 years and has only had great things to say about him.
The Sheila Kennedy thing:
In the lawsuit:
1. Axl dragged her back to the room by her hair
2. Immediately tied her hands behind her back and penetrated her anally without asking
3. Apologised after
In the Look Away documentary (starts around 51:30) she says:
1. Axl dragged her back to the room by her hair
2. Stopped and apologised for dragging her
3. He “gently” ties her hands behind her back
4. They have sex “It was consented. I allowed it to happen and it was okay. He was fine”
Sooooo listen, I don’t know (obviously.) But I don’t think her story will hold up in court considering there’s footage of her telling a different story.
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. . . PEOPLE I'D LOVE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!!!1! :O
contains! . . . get to know me a little better! :D, don't whine about the word "sex" normalize it already 😒, a mention of the Tragedy Of The Andes, nothing really too serious! :D
notes! . . . tysm for the tag, my best buddy ring @ringdabel!!!!!! 😭😭 I was going to post this WAY earlier but forgot about it so- 💀 (oh and, I have an ao3 account now >:))) i use the same username as the one I have rn-)
LAST SONG : Farben by Orange Sector.
► Farben is quite a great German song I stumbled upon on YouTube while scrolling for a video to watch out of boredom. I truly recommend listening to it! man, do I love songs from other countries...
FAVORITE COLOR : any shade of any color!
► im sorry I just CAN'T choose a color when all of them are sooooo pretty!!!! 😭😭😭 I mean, most of the them... some are just kinda not my vibe 😃 like neon yellow or hot pink- but honestly, any shades of blue and green are my personal favorites :]]
LAST MOVIE : Alive (1994, Adventure/Thriller Film).
► I watched it by myself cuz my mom REFUSES to watch it bc it's based off an actual incident that happened and it contains acts of cannibalism- I don't remember much of it?- but I assume I enjoyed it, oh and I also watched the documentary(?) of the Andes Plane Crash Incident and it was great (pls don't think of me as a weirdo- I just like watching real crime/murder/etc. documentaries sometimes 😭)
SWEET/SPICY/SAVOURY : any flavor for me really! depending what I feel like tasting rn.
► any flavor is fine with me and I love all of them! I can't really pick what kind of flavor if I was told what kind of flavor would I eat for the rest of my life- spicy is really good depending on the food!! :D
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single and ain't looking for anyone 🔥🔥
► I'm aroace y'all if you didn't really know?- (aromantic asexual) which means I really am not attracted to anyone romantically or sexually! I hope you respect that (plus my mom forbids me and all of my siblings from dating anyone 💀 (not that'd i would actually date or have sex at all)
LAST THING I GOOGLED : yokai that sucks blood.
► pls don't ask. :,) the only explaination i could give is that i made a few ocs inspired by yokai- plus i think it'll be kinda cool to make a yokai oc who sucks blood for a possible scenario- but maybe that's just me :,)
CURRENT OBSESSION : Creating OCs.
► okay so- I've gotten a little too carried away when creating OCs cuz now I have like 82 of them and 47 other side OCs.. 😓😦 but am I gonna stop? no! :D i love creating OCs either having different nationalities, ages, genders, traits, appearances, names, origins, and etc.! though I probably wouldn't be using like,, half of them for something, I just think they're neat! :DDD there's probably nothing stopping me from doing this! and if you don't like it, just go on about your day and ignore this!! :DDDD
tags!!! . . . @gummyshark-soda, @starracoonagain, @freelyhappycycle, @trashiest-person
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