As innocent reader becomes more confident she starts to make the first move on PStar Bucky when she wants, no needs him and his cock inside her and it just makes him dizzy and feral. Imagine reader just pushing her way in between his thighs because she needs to suck his cock while he watches the game. And after when he tries to get up she just pulls her panties to the side and starts to ride him saying “please daddy just sit still, need your cock I need to be full of you fuck” as she just holds on to him riding him like there’s no tomorrow. He just goes nuts because he loves how you look so innocent but your such a little minx now and your desperate for his cock 24/7.
Ohhhh this is hot. Way too hot.
Because I love the thought of Pornstar Bucky making the sweetest woman a little bit filthier than he can handle? And the way you'd then blame him for it. It's his fault for showing you how that kind of intolerable pleasure feels. It's not your fault you can't get enough of it. It's absolutely his fault that some days, you just can't get the thought of his cock out of your head. It's totally not on you at all.
And the thought of you just being so cock obsessed that you're on him as soon as you come in home. Maybe he's watching his game like you mentioned and before you've even greeted him, you're kneeling on the floor in front of him, undoing his zipper and looking up at him with that look in your eye.
"Can I help you, baby?" He laughs, cupping your cheek, feeling the first few pangs of arousal as you begin to work him up.
"I need you." You whisper. It's so simple and it's more than a little pathetic but there's just something in this for him about being the only one who can give you what you need. You're only going to be satisfied when you're fucked out and stuffed full of his cum and it makes him a little too proud.
"Take it, sweetheart. It's all fucking yours." His attention isn't on the game much anymore and his mind wanders with each passing second. Especially now you have your lips wrapped around his tip, flicking your tongue gently over the little slit and moaning like this is everything you ever needed.
The man loves a blowjob. Why fucking wouldn't he? But this is more for you, in some strange way, than it is for him. It's so arousing having this man come undone, just from the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat. There's a power and control to it that's immensely satisfying but it's not just satisfying enough anymore.
And that's when you get off your knees, pulling you little skirt up and pushing your soaked panties to the side. You slide down onto him easily given how wet you are, both of you holding your breath, whether you realise it or not.
Once he's fully seated inside you, you feel a little more complete. It's a pleasant stretch and it comes with a feeling of being so delightfully full.
"Fuck sweetheart, dripped all down your thighs. You needed this way too badly." He begins to thrust his hips ever so slightly but stops when your brow furrows.
"Don't move, baby. Let me do it." You plead, rolling your hips how you need to, reaching between your bodies to play with your clit. You feel him throb inside you but he doesn't argue back.
"Got you so obsessed with me, you can hardly go a day without sex now. Who'd have thought you'd be so easy to ruin." He teases. It's hard not to agree with him, especially when you roll your hips particularly perfectly and hear the excited gasp you accidentally let out.
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johto’s champion and chronicler for the deity of the ilex shrine, it’s lyra!🌿
this one took me a while due to trying out different techniques (studying a Lot of art nouveau) and making a couple changes to her outfit (the details help), but I’d like to think she’s learned a lot in her journey and wanted to reflect her experience more in her champion fit
her specialty would be in fairy types and her meganium’s divergent evolution is grass/fairy 🧚🪷
and a bonus w/ the johto gang after the photoshoot!
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For real tho health freaks who scream about how sugar and salt will kill us all and try to push for restrictions on things like candy and chips for SNAP recipients or politicians who try from time to time to replace food stamps all together and give out Government Approved Staples like bread and peanut butter and Government Cheese are gonna kill a whole lotta sick and disabled people like
Diabetics
POTS sufferers
Hypotensives
People with peanut allergies
People with celiac disease or wheat allergies
The lactose intolerant
People who can't eat solid food
People who are undernourished for any reason and need all the calories they can pack on
So-called "picky eaters" who can't tolerate certain tastes and textures without getting violently ill
A myriad of other human conditions that cannot be neatly tallied into categories because the human body and human experience is vast and infinitely variable
But I don't think ableds really care about us and our health like they like to claim so they can harass us about it, do you?
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memory lane pizza
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Keep thinking sad thoughts and sad scenarios and spiraling a bit, so this is my attempt to take a tragic scenario and pivot it since trying to avoid flat out of thinking of tragedy isn’t working, so tw for mentions of attempted suicide:
Person (A) who tries to kill themself a few times but sets it up to seem like complete accidents so no one figures out what they were trying to do, and it doesn’t work
So they think that’s the end of it, everyone else thinks they just had a close, completely accidental, brush with death, and they’re gonna be made to go to counseling for it anyways, so they start mentally preparing themselves to take counseling seriously and actually work on their mental health, use this as an opportunity to turn their life around
But someone they know (B) went investigating, and they found all the other set ups to lead to “accidents” against A and come to the conclusion that someone’s trying to murder A
And A of course knows that’s bullshit, but they don’t wanna explain that they were trying to kill themself, so they keep trying to pass it off as bad luck and B’s just seeing patterns that aren’t there
Until A’s car explodes, almost killing them, and they realize that someone was trying to kill them while they were trying to kill themself, and, unlike A, they didn’t come to the conclusion to stop
(I don’t actually know what B should be in this situation, so they’re detective-esque, maybe they aren’t an actual detective but they put themself on the case and they’re gonna assure A’s safety if it’s the last thing they do)
(but it won’t be)
(because this isn’t gonna end in tragedy, not this time)
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Imagine you have to set up yakumo's enclosure for the next couple months. How do you set it up and what do you put in there?
oh NO.! THE PROPPHECY HAS BEenm FUFILLED
i am standing in my room, leggies rooted to the floor. i am in shock .frozen and i have no idea how to proceed. there is a perpetual pathetically sobbing serpent under my blankie.
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whew. sorry. look i promise i'm Normal. you can trust me to NOT randomly fly into a mouth-foaming hysteria. i WON'T grab people's shoulders and jostle them violently while i yell about the erosion of identity and agency that comes with being Known as an artist. did you hear about this elvis guy? i'm NORMAL
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i'm just saying I think it's more interesting if exile alien bea has an x amount of time to live and grapples with is it worth living was my life worthy of life? meets ava who is need of a host (because halo is very unstable) and doesn't know how to stop running and they smooch and fall in love and bea is like take my body as a host, you are full of love and you have taught me love and I want my love to continue to live through you and my body will be able to sustain your host so take me on adventures and show me the world that I never got to see and live through. Make me love the world through your eyes so I may possess a fraction of your love for the world that has failed me. And then bea dies and ava does that and that's the end
but i hate sad endings and cannot be what I sought to destroy.
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anyone else here got the specific mental & physical illness combo where you neglect and forget about and fail to notice basic household tasks to the point that sometimes when you finally go to do the dishes there's a Fascinating Smell in the sink so overpowering that it makes you puke.
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Found this tumblr post
“One more “🥺” and you’re getting bred twice with no pulling out in between.”
Reminds me of innocent readers and porn star Bucky 😩🙈
Oooooh yes, this would be LOVELY (Also, I didn't expect to be away for two days, I was on a work trip and I didn't have time to write and I missed it so much)
Because pornstar Bucky would fucking adore that soft face you make when you want to get your way. You know how to push his buttons but sometimes he just doesn't want to give in because it's more fun not to.
Like maybe just begging Bucky for something silly. Asking him to make you breakfast on a bright Sunday morning and he argues back just for the sake of it because he knows where it will end up.
"Buck please, baby. I want pancakes." You huff, wrapping your arms around his chest from behind, feeling so small against him as he turns the coffee machine on.
He knows you can't see his face from where you're standing and he can't help but smirk because this is exactly what he needs this morning.
"Sweetheart, they take forever. I don't wanna have to clear up afterwards either." He's being so stubborn just because he can, turning around to face you.
"Please Bucky? Pretty please?" You plead, softening your eyes and letting your bottom lip drop into a little pout and God, he can't fucking handle it.
"You can't look at me like that. Makes me wanna fuck a baby into you. Make that face again and I'm gonna fuck you twice without pulling out in between." He watches exactly how your eyes light up and it's far more thrilling than it should be.
"Do it. Please, fuck a baby into me." Your voice is so soft, he thinks he might lose it. You give in to lust so quickly, particularly when he mentions breeding you and he finds it far too hot.
"Mhm, you want that? You want me to stuff your pretty pussy full? You want me to leave you dripping and then just fill you up again? Cause God, you'd look so pretty pregnant." The thought of it just drives him crazy.
His lips are on your neck, kissing so gently, sucking and teasing your skin as he props you up onto the counter for easier access. He doesn't waste any time, tugging off your little pyjama shorts and letting his sweatpants fall to the floor before pressing slowly into you.
"Bucky, I'm so fertile right now." He can't help but groan at your little admission because that's exactly what he needed to hear. It's not a warning, it's encouragement and it's more than he can handle.
"So you're telling me to use you, huh? Don't worry. I'm gonna make sure you're so stuffed full, you can't move without your little cunt dripping. I want you to feel me dripping out of you tomorrow and know it's too fucking late, you're probably already pregnant." He watches how your eyes roll back in your head, his slow thrusts gradually speeding up because he needs that first load inside you right fucking now. The second will take a little longer and that's when he'll really take the time to focus on your pleasure but for now, he just needs to stuff you full.
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there's a black cat that i guess technically belongs to one of my neighbors, idk which one, but they always let him run around the neighborhood loose and without a collar. which i don't approve of, but i don't know who's responsible for him and didn't necessarily want my first interaction with new neighbors to be berating them for their outdoor cat.
well tonight apparently they've left him out in 3ºF weather.
if i can get him to come in, he's my cat now.
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I'm supposed to still be doing homework but I wanted to pause really quickly because I really think I might be getting better
I hit a wall last week (and hella actually really helped me, but I had to ignore her advice for a few days to see it) where I just kind of realized I don't actually do much to make myself feel better? And like. I want to be so specific that like. I'm feeling physically better these days so it's so much easier (not easy, mind you--I'm still in pain AND mental health is still making it hard, but it's easier)
But like I just had like three days in a row where I just tried to do homework in bed and instead I did NOTHING and I basically talked to no one and I was just making myself miserable and I was like. It's the end of the semester and at this point it's my fault I have so much work. So I need to make a different choice and do it. So I have?
And I spent HOURS doing work yesterday. And it wasn't perfect--I meant to go to an aquaintance's show and I didn't make it, but I did a bunch of work and got some late assignments turned in. And I'm still working today and it's fucking slow going. I thought I was gonna get through two modules (I don't call them that, god hella you've infected my brain) but I still have ten pages left of enlightened sexism (but my focus is a little shot at this point in the day. BECAUSE I SUDDENLY HAVE ENERGY?? like i'm gonna go put my laundry in and like. idk maybe even walk around a bit because i have energy. like not a lot. but for nearly 8pm at night? It's crazy.)
I just. I hope this is the iron and the medication change. Because I've been having such a rough go of it. But I think some of it has been me. I think I got really good at being sick and treating myself like I was sick and I'm not anymore.
Cause like when I was sick I let myself get away with all sorts of bullshit cause 'oh I can't, I don't feel well.'
But I'm getting better. So that means putting on my big person pants and doing shit. Even when it's hard.
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THIS IS THE OLD VERSION OF THIS POST AND I ASK YOU NOT TO USE IT ANYMORE!! Please use this remake instead!
Scenario: You enter a mess hall. Despite being one hall it's visibly segregated into two sections that have separate food getting areas and it seems highly discouraged to take food from one side to the other. There are a number of occupied tables on each side and you see that the food very much corresponds to the species of that side's occupants. You, a human, realise you will have to pick one of the sides and stick with it for your lunch break, both consuming their food and experiencing their company. Luckily, you're not important enough for either choice to cause any trouble so it's truly up to your own preference.
Feel free to tag or comment your reasons!
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i wanna kis (´ . .̫ . `) it's almost midnight ladies u know what that means .. (yearning hours)
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It's me and my inability to pay attention vs this rehearsal dinner
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