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Gonna go ahead and reblog this again just cause.

Something about this whole ruby rose/CW situation don’t sit right with me and it’s the fact that NUMEROUS actresses have come out and spoken about how nasty the CW and WB are to work for. Just FOUR WEEKS AGO they had a live detailing that again and no one cared because they are BLACK WOMEN.

Candice Patton has been speaking out about the CW for 7 almost 8 years and all she’s gotten is silence from the studio, ignored by the media and bullied and called ungrateful by fans of the show.

Mame-Anna Diop, Javicia Leslie, Azie Tesfai, Anjelika Washington have all come out and thanked Candice for making working for the network somewhat bearable. Camrus Johnson has stated that without her the unsupportiveness of the network would sting a lot more but NO ONE but black fans listened to them this whole time.

Now a white actress comes out and all of a sudden there’s an uproar. That’s when people and mainstream media started caring. Because a WHITE WOMAN said something and in her thread about how ABUSIVE the CW and their bosses are she throws in Cam’s name because he called her fucking late. She KNEW what she was doing by putting his name smack in the middle of that thread and now instead of the network and those higher ups getting flack, it’s an innocent black man. She really girlbossed the shit out of it by calling him an ‘egomaniac kid’ when he asked her not to be late.

Fandoms and media are consistent in showing how little black people matter. Candice, Mame-Anna, Javicia, Meagan, Azie, Camrus; their stories, the racism, sexism and the discrimination toward them doesn’t matter to 90% of the fandoms.

Say you only care about white people’s feelings and fucking go.

[greysvirgo]

[greysvirgo]

Something about this whole ruby rose/CW situation don’t sit right with me and it’s the fact that NUMEROUS actresses have come out and spoken about how nasty the CW and WB are to work for. Just FOUR WEEKS AGO they had a live detailing that again and no one cared because they are BLACK WOMEN.

Candice Patton has been speaking out about the CW for 7 almost 8 years and all she’s gotten is silence from the studio, ignored by the media and bullied and called ungrateful by fans of the show.

Mame-Anna Diop, Javicia Leslie, Azie Tesfai, Anjelika Washington have all come out and thanked Candice for making working for the network somewhat bearable. Camrus Johnson has stated that without her the unsupportiveness of the network would sting a lot more but NO ONE but black fans listened to them this whole time.

Now a white actress comes out and all of a sudden there’s an uproar. That’s when people and mainstream media started caring. Because a WHITE WOMAN said something and in her thread about how ABUSIVE the CW and their bosses are she throws in Cam’s name because he called her fucking late. She KNEW what she was doing by putting his name smack in the middle of that thread and now instead of the network and those higher ups getting flack, it’s an innocent black man. She really girlbossed the shit out of it by calling him an ‘egomaniac kid’ when he asked her not to be late.

Fandoms and media are consistent in showing how little black people matter. Candice, Mame-Anna, Javicia, Meagan, Azie, Camrus; their stories, the racism, sexism and the discrimination toward them doesn’t matter to 90% of the fandoms.

Say you only care about white people’s feelings and fucking go.

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bucky barnes x m!reader

warnings: heavy smut, face fucking, umm ig dubious consent?? and bucky is fucking mean but in a hot way. + power dynamic

request: 100% only if you want but Bucky Barnes face-fucking his boyfriend 👀

A/N: well anon i was 1000% down for it 💗also i’m sorry but when i wrote this i completely forgot about the word boyfriend and he’s def not ur bf in this 😭 (you could read it as some sort of soldier commander role play thingy??) i really liked what i wrote so here it is but bucky’s my fave character so i’ll end up writing some more nsfw where he’s actually ur boyfriend

word count: 1.7k

Steve was gone, and what had Bucky gained? A new starry-eyed recruit with insufferable hope and chirpiness who didn’t yet understand how the world worked.

He knew that he made you nervous, and he didn’t care. He offered you glares, eye-rolls, cold shoulders. Anything to make you leave him alone.

Sure, Bucky knew you were a “good kid” or whatever. A promising young man. Handsome, bright. But Christ, if you didn’t stop spouting your optimistic bullshit, he would have to make you.

You entered the locker room first, and Bucky followed, slamming the door behind him.

You turned to look at him. “Bucky–”

“That’s “sir”. We’re not friends.” He pursed his lips and walked past you.

You followed him further into the room, where he was yanking off his leather jacket as he strutted forward.

You were about to say something, but he glared at you. “Okay,” you whispered.

“That stunt you pulled out there—not cool.” He threw his jacket onto one of the benches. “When we’re on a mission, you do what I say. You almost got killed. I don’t necessarily like you, but you’re useful. When you follow orders,” he added.

“I’m sorry sir.”

He watched your tongue dart out and coat your lips in spit. You chewed nervously on the bottom one, and Bucky had a thought that surprised him. It surprised him as much as the urge to follow through did.

“You know,” he said, testing the waters, “I love that mouth’a yours when you’re not spewing bullshit from it.”

You frowned in confusion. “Sir?”

Bucky stepped forward. His mouth made a clicking sound. “I outta teach you a lesson. You can’t pull shit like that anymore. But I think we need to get even.” He was in front of you now, forcing you to look him in the eyes like a good soldier would.

He leaned in, and you were frozen. You let his nose brush against yours. Your heart hammered. You let his lips press into yours, slowly, until he pulled away. Keeping his face close, his mouth ghosting over yours, he murmured, “this doesn’t mean you’re any less insufferable. It means that I need to teach you a lesson, and I need to let off some fucking steam. Got it?”

Your eyes were wide and glassy from confusion and nerves, but it didn’t mean you wanted this any less. No matter how twisted it seemed. “Y–yes sir,” you breathed.

His eyes angled down as he admired your pouty, glistening lips. Fuck, he was already hard thinking about it. He said sternly but quietly: “On your knees, soldier.”

You nearly moaned then, your arousal buzzing in your pants, pulsing noticeably. You nodded and dropped down obediently, gazing up at him, your eyes wide and searching as your hands rested on his belt.

He nodded once and your hands hastily started. The belt clanged and jingled until you got it loose, and you whipped it through the belt loops and cast it aside with a clatter. The ground already bit at your knees as you undid his fly and his button and tugged his jeans down. You knew you could grab a towel, but you wanted to see bruises tomorrow. It would turn you on all over again.

You ran your hands up his thighs and moved your face closer to begin teasing his hard-on through his boxers, but he grabbed your hair and yanked you away. You yelped.

“I don’t think you understand. I’m fucking your pretty little throat—you’re not giving me a blowjob. I’m using you as a fuckhole. And you’re gonna kneel there and take it. Okay?”

You nodded shakily.

“Okay,” he said with a taunting pout. His voice was patronizing, and dripped with venomous sarcasm that you lapped right up.

He tugged his underwear down. Your body trembled as his cock bounced right in front of your face. He was hard for you; his veins were prominent and the tip looked so pink and wet that you ached to suckle on it and hear him moan softly for you. But it wasn’t that kind of night, was it?

He spit in his hand and jerked his cock a few times. He stepped closer to you, his shoe clicking against the tile. He tapped your bottom lip with the tip of his cock once, twice, and let it rest there and twitch for a moment before he said, “Alright soldier. Open up.”

It almost felt like you were at the dentist as you opened your mouth wide enough to feel the burning stretch of your jaw. Almost. Because then there was Bucky’s cock sliding between your lips, and then it was heavy on your tongue, and you were already whimpering and rubbing your legs together.

“Let’s stretch that loud mouth of yours out, hm?”

You panicked as he slid further down your throat and your body stiffened and burned with the lack of air.

“Breathe through your nose.” He paused and let you adjust before sliding in more. “So you think you can take on a HYDRA base breech and disobey my orders, but you can’t take my cock in your throat?” He held your hair as he gained a pace, sliding in and out slowly, watching his bulge fill the front of your throat.

You melded your tongue to the underside of his cock and ran across it, sending a shock of pleasure up Bucky’s cock and into his stomach.

“Shit,” he groaned. “That’s all this mouth is good for, huh?” He suddenly quickened his thrusts. He listened for the way you choked on him, slurped up your spit, but it was useless; drool was leaking from the sides of your mouth down your chin. Your lips were stretched and puffy, just a hole for Bucky to sink his cock into.

He watched your throat expand and contract. “Takin’ it like a good soldier,” he muttered. “If only you could’ve been this complient when it fucking counted.” He grinned arrogantly. “No talk back? Hm?” He stilled his thrusts with his dick deep inside your throat.

You whimpered, your muscles spasming around him as you struggled for air. The tears that Bucky was awaiting started rolling silently down your cheeks, and you looked up at him with wide eyes and upturned eyebrows. God, you looked good with his cock stuffed into your mouth, shutting you up, your hair all ruffled and your face a sloppy mess.

Bucky slapped your cheek. “Huh? Nothin’ to say now? I can’t hear you, soldier.” He slid his cock out, a thick string of spit following, and you immediately coughed roughly and gasped. He yanked your jaw up so your tearful gaze was fixed on him, and he slapped your face with his cock. The blunt, wet sound carried through the quiet room. He used the tip to drag his precum and your drool across your cheeks and all over your lower face. “Such a fucking mess,” he muttered. “Got anything to say, soldier? Any complaints? Wanna disobey anymore orders?”

You shook your head.

In turn, he slapped you hard across the cheek with his cock again. “Say it.”

“No sir,” you rasped.

Bucky grinned. “Fuck, I could make you say anything, couldn’t I? Tell me you want me to fuck your throat.”

You looked down, but Bucky made sure to snatch your jaw and force your gaze to lock with his. You whimpered and breathed shakily. “I want you to fuck my throat, sir.” The embarrassment made you absolute ache between your legs, and you couldn’t help but quietly moan a little.

“You fuckin’ like this, don’t you?” he said incredulously, smiling with amusement. His face fell and he tightened his grip on your jaw. “I asked a question.”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it.”

“I... I like this, sir.”

The cold air was too unforgiving towards Bucky’s arousal, so he found solace by sliding his cock down your throat again. It was easy after getting you used to it earlier. “This’ll teach you a lesson,” he growled. He clamped his hands into your hair and pulled your head in sync with his thrusts.

You were totally limp in his clutch, letting him use you as a fleshlight. Tears were pouring down your red, messy face—but the feeling of his cock sliding down so far inside of you, tasting him all through your throat, made you maddeningly aroused. Deep, guttural moans drew from the back of your muffled throat and vibrated around Bucky’s fast-working dick.

“Such a good cocksleeve,” he muttered. “That’s all you’re good for. Being a little soldier cocksleeve.”

You were palming your hand between your legs, rutting against it. Your orgasm was building, and you honestly believed you could come simply from Bucky fucking your face. Your moans were strangled and desperate, sounding more like sobs than anything.

You watched Bucky throw his head back through the water in your eyes, and he jackhammered into your mouth.

“Fuck, gonna come, swallow it all up baby.”

His balls clenched, then released, and he stilled but his hips shook as his cum shot down your throat. You swallowed rapidly, as best you could, but your vision was turning black and your head was fuzzy.

Next thing you knew, Bucky pulled out and was patting your cheek as he let out a satisfied sigh. “Alright, alright, breathe.” He wiped himself off with a towel and yanked his boxers and pants back up.

You gasped, coughing, and tried to speak, but all you could get out were little whimpers. Your eyes lulled shut and you leaned your head against Bucky’s thigh for support.

He rolled his eyes but patted your shoulder. “Alright, you’re fine,” he dismissed. “Good work, soldier.” He left your side and picked up his belt, threading it through the hoops. He tossed you a towel before he tugged his leather jacket on again.

You looked at him questioningly.

He gestured at his face. “Got a little somethin’.”

“Oh.” You wiped your chin and cheeks, your breath still shaky.

He walked past you and opened the door to leave, but paused and looked back. “Mission reports in twenty. I think you’ve learned your lesson, so I’m willing to forget about what happened. Don’t be late.”

“I…” You held your throat and swallowed with difficulty.

He sighed. “Alright, fine. Just go to your room. We’re training tomorrow at seven AM. Got a problem with that?”

You shook your head. “No sir.”

Bucky left with a smile.

When Sam asked where you were later that day, Bucky answered with an easy grin: “Eh, couldn’t make it. He’s got a bad case of strep throat.”