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[buckysleftbicep]

Ahhhh omg I love gentleman Bucky. Like so chivalrous and respectful. But with him being feral and obsessed with you at the same time. Being obsessed with pleasuring you and treating pleasuring you like his life’s honour. NEED HIM

oh god, i do too. i wrote this in my hotel room and i'm thinking about how much i want bucky 😭.

here's a little something before i crash for the night ❤️

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni

Bucky's the kind of man who would open doors, carry your bags and kisses the back of your hand like it's the most natural thing in the world.

He is polite to a fault—chivalrous, old-school, the kind of gentleman who calls you baby, sweetheart, darling with a softness that could melt steel.

But underneath all that clean-shaven charm and quiet smiles is something much darker. A need that simmers just beneath the surface, sharp and hungry, and so intense it borders on obsession.

Because you know what they say—gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets—and Bucky god damn lives it.

In public, he’s all warmth and patience, touching the small of your back, pulling out your chair, kissing your hand like you’re something fragile.

But behind closed doors? He’s anything but gentle.

Because when he has you alone, the gloves come off—figuratively and literally.

That pretty mouth, the one that whispered yes, sweetheart at dinner? It’s filthy now—groaning against your inner thigh, spitting on your pussy just to watch it drip down before he licks it clean.

He doesn’t just want to make you cum. He wants to break you with it. Wants to feel you scream his name, claw at his back, sob through your orgasms until your voice gives out.

He’ll have you shaking, begging, soaking the sheets—and he’ll still ask for more.

He eats you like he’s starving, like it’s the only thing that’s ever tasted good to him. Tongue buried deep, moaning into your cunt like your pleasure is air in his fucking lungs.

He keeps you spread for him, held down and worshipped, hands gripping your thighs like he owns them.

Like he owns you.

And maybe he does—at least in that moment, when you’re crying out his name and he’s murmuring, “That’s it, princess, just like that. Gimme another. I need it.”

He doesn't just want you to cum—he needs it. Treats your orgasms like they're sacred, like his purpose is to bring you to your edge, over and over, until you're trembling and slick and gasping into his shoulder, and even then, he doesn’t stop.

God, he can’t stop. Not until you’re spent and messy and ruined, soaked thighs draped over his shoulders and voice hoarse from your pretty cries.

Don't even get me started on the way he fucks you.

It’s brutal. Raw. Like he’s been starved of you for too damn long and now that he’s got you under him, he’s going to devour you from the inside out.

He slams into you, thick cock stretching you wide, splitting you open with every desperate, punishing stroke. He keeps one hand wrapped around your throat, anchoring you, to remind you exactly who you belong to.

His other hand is everywhere—gripping your ass, spreading your legs wider, shoving them up until your knees are almost hitting your chest so he can get deeper. Just so he can hit that spot that makes your vision blur.

“Listen to you,” he grits out, lips brushing your ear as your soaked cunt sucks him in again and again. “Dripping all over my cock. Fuckin’ obsessed with it, aren’t you?”

And you are. You can’t even deny it—not with the way you’re clenching around him, begging without words, just breathy little whimpers and moans that only make him fuck you harder.

His hips are relentless, slapping into you with wet, obscene sounds, his balls tight and heavy against your ass as he drives in so deep it feels like he’s fucking you right into the mattress.

He doesn’t stop when you cum.

Fuck, he barely slows down—just grins, wicked and dark, as you tremble beneath him, whining from the overstimulation.

“That’s one sweetheart,” he mutters, dragging his cock out just enough to watch your slick coat him before slamming back in. “You’ve got more in you. Gonna fuck you until you forget how to fucking breathe.”

a/n: okay now i am horny

[catbyte404]

Put the knife down, child.

[elvis-official]

woah mama there was a you donut (sorry it’s blurry king)

Woah mama why is my nameplate the lesbian flag?

[emacrow]

I don't know why I've been having this dumb little crack idea in my head

For Jazz and Danny both end up having kids

Funny little thing is that Klarion is Jazz's kid who is really mentally developed and let's just doing the whole Chaos Lords things for the fun of it

And Danny's kid is Dr Fate who's true name is Frederick who ended up getting his father's obsession with space but more in the planet category

Klarion and Dr Fate having a 10-year age gap is so funny to me along with the image of Jazz and Danny meeting the Justice League and then believing that Klarion is Danny is kid and that Dr Fate is Jazz's kid because of the whole therapist thing

It's a dumb little idea that's just been buzzing around in my head for a while that I found funny Also I love your writing and I hope you have a good day or afternoon

Depending that phantom universe timeline is different then dc. Klarion and Dr. Fate would be doing this whole enemies theme as a hobby like a super dnd type game to them, klarion's cat? A gift from uncle Tucker.

Danny visiting would ruined their whole fun, especially if Jazz come to see Klarion about to throw the shrinked young justice league in a ant tank that obvious not from the infinite realm with ectoplasm oozing ants.

Justice league and Young Justice would see klarion getting pulled by his ears by a behemoth tall goddess of a women with a baby sling over her chest, talking about is this why you been avoiding my therapy session for the past 5 months, Klarence Jackson Fenton?

Klarion's face would be lit up like a god damn green glowstick as he stuttering ma, it isn't what- I know what it look like but- Ouch ma! Please-

As he dragged into the portal while forever stuck 20 year old elderitch Danny looking at Dr. Fate with that I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed glare face even as he holding a basket full of Fudge and cookies.

[rooniearts]

give silver a lemon

YUCKY!!!!!!!!

[neal-illustrator]

Not many things give me cuteness aggression, and Mimi is one the exceptions

(I literally scared my sib with how hard I punched my desk lol)

She is just to adorable!!

[theminecraftbee]

Joe: But the thing is, was he really me? I don’t think I’ve ever realized quite so much how I can’t tell if people feel like I do! How they think! Certainly looked and talked like me, but experientially? Totally different! Just as opaque to me as a stranger, or a friend, or a lover! What really is a lover then? Can I really connect to anyone if not myself?

Cleo: Yeah, but did you fuck your clone?

Joe: Oh yeah I mean obviously. Who wouldn’t?

[just-a-joey]

Hi it’s the Itrapped art guy again

Just asking

Do you have an artfight? (Team fossil babyyyyy)

Thx :p

Don’t mind the low quality art on there… trust me it’s way better in the actual website

SHINY ROCKS VS DEAD DINOSAURS BABY

[bigidiotenergytm]

Persephone au when? 🤨

yknow. yeah. have some sillies

[dailyralsei]

Based on previous ask

LMAOOOOO

[calolily]

Can I get a uhhhhhh old man Gale pretty please?

👉👈

Gale bordering on a silver fox coming right up.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I really really really don't know who to ask and I'm new to AO3😢😥😥 Is commenting too much awkward??? I'm socially inadept and interacting with people online gives me an overload of anxiety and recently I've found this fic and fell super deep in love with it and commented massive messages on each chapter. The author replied to me at the beginning but recently they just stopped (hi I understand it's not the author's job to reply and they're likely busy with their life too) but I can't help but be kind of worried that I somehow had put them off (because my comments sometimes involves analyzations and if I get into something too much I can be too excessive) I plead for advice is this normal???

while I can only speak for myself, I as a writer absolutely LOVE it when people give me long comments (the longer, the better lol) and, for me personally, there’s no such thing as too many comments.

love love love love these long comments, they help motivate me, especially when my readers give me deep analysis on the characters and/or their actions.

anyway, fellow writers, reblog if you love long positive comments

[elvis-official]

elvis who is your best friend

Woah mama you're all my best friends 6:)

[baba-is-blog]

Baba you've given me like 80 vocal stims, help

BABA IS CONTAGIOUS

[indigoisaspookyghost]

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nosy anons let's go

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