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[mobiletracker]

Trace mobile number current location online

If the lost phone had previously shared location with you (via Google Location Sharing), follow these steps:

Steps to Track Location on Google Maps:

Open Google Maps on your device.

Click on your profile icon (top right) → Location sharing.

Select the person (lost phone's Google account) from the list.

If sharing is active and GPS is on, you'll see the location.

[andallshallbewell]

[afrotumble]

Traveling telescope helps Kenyans reach for the stars – DW – 10/28/2023

[orcamorca]

Been taking a break from digital painting.

So been taking a break with my sketchbook. Will be posting a few images

[i-think-pictures]

Cinque Terre, Italy

[morganupstead]

Tracel did not just post that. I must be fucking hallucinating becuase this might just be the funniest thing to ever happen

NO THOUGHTS JUST AHABGSVHWHSBAJWUWJWNANSBSHHSSH

[lunellum]

My grievance of today: scheduling care.

Not as in taking care to schedule, but rather the logistics of scheduling things I need to take care of myself.

I have a fulltime 9 to 5 job. So does my therapist, unfortunately. I'm lucky that my job is super flexible but for every appointment I'm away from the laptop for about 2 hours in the middle of a weekday and I hate it. It fucks with my day, my productivity, my agenda, my mood, and it just makes me feel bad.

I am also hypermobile. Most physical therapists also have roughly 9 to 5 working hours. If you're lucky someone might have an evening class. At 17:30. Which isn't much better. So I guess I... don't.

How is someone with a fulltime job supposed to schedule these sorts of things? It just seems impossible to me. The only conclusion is that you don't do it, and suffer until you're forced to scale down at which point your general mental/physical state is much worse.

[faetealights]

passioned too close to the sun i participated in 2 hobbies today

[pyr0cue]

I understand the sentiment that bikers need to be more in control and considerate on shared paths but I think at the same time pedestrians should be more aware and considerate too?? Like this is actually a path for bikes and you are walking in the middle with your headphones full volume and not acknowledging me saying “on your right” FIVE times as I brake while approaching you to give you time to move. You cannot then get mad at me for cycling past you like??? Lmao??

[clickvibes]

Capturing the Energy: A Look Back at Ruger's Electrifying Live Performance

[kazifatagar]

Malaysia Announces Toll-Free Travel for Christmas

Highway users across Malaysia will enjoy toll-free travel on December 23 and 24 for Christmas. Works Minister Datuk Seri Alexander Nanta Linggi announced the toll-free period from 12:01 am on December 23 to 11:59 pm on December 24. Malaysia Announces Toll-Free Travel for Christmas This applies to Class 1 vehicles at all toll plazas except for the Bangunan Sultan Iskandar and Tanjung Kupang Toll…

[makymakvrchat]

The Kellogg House , The Kellogg House Tour located at Santa Ana California

The Kellogg House , The Kellogg House Tour located at Santa Ana California

[daisybvck]

Honey, you’re in trouble

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!reader

Summary: You need to go for a grocery run with Bucky when your cravings start and he finds something out that upsets him

Warning: sex in the back of a car, you’re pregnant, you have kids, smut, fluff, Bucky gets a little upset

word count: 1.2k+

A/N: Idea from @xplicitviewz and divider by @strangergraphics

You and Bucky are lounging on the couch when you start to grow restless, his hand on your baby bump drawing small shapes to soothe the growing life inside you. “What’s wrong doll?” He asks softly, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “I’m hungry, but I don’t know what I want I just- agh it’s so frustrating” you whine. Bucky frowns, he hates when you get upset and he knows how sensitive you are now that your due date is approaching. “Okay how about I go see what we have in the fridge and you tell me what you like” he lifts you off his lap and gently places you down on the couch, you sink into it with a sigh.

Bucky calls out everything he can see in the fridge and you reply with an array of ‘no’s’ at each suggestion. “Baby there’s some fruit, there’s strawberries and Kiwi and those really nice plums we got from the market-“ he says desperately trying to find something that you like. “Are there blueberries ?” You got off the couch and waddled over to him, he turn at the sound of your voice. “Baby why’d you get up?” he walks over to you quickly and moves you to the nearest seat at the dinner table. “Are there blueberries James”.

There it was, his name. Not ‘baby’ not ‘Bucky’ but ‘James’, his breath hitched for a moment. “N-no doll…there’s no blueberries”. Your eyes tear up and he sees the slight wobble in your lip. “No no no, hey no tears, cmon let’s go get some yeah ? We’ll go get some-“

“NO GROCERY STORE IS OPEN JAMES IT’S 8PM, I JUST WANT MY BLUEBERRIES AND-” Bucky quickly shushes you and wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs “I will find one that’s open baby, I swear. Don’t cry please, it’s killing me”

That’s how you guys ended up walking down a long dimly lit isle, and a heavy basket filled to the brim with much more than the blueberries you initially came for. You hum to yourself as you grab anything you can reach, once you reach the frozen section your eyes scan for the blueberries and once you spot them you smile. You walk up to the fridge and try to reach for it but it’s too high, Bucky sets down the basket and stands behind you, his hand resting on your lower back as he reaches and grabs the blueberries. “I could’ve gotten them” you say with a smile, he huffs and rolls his eyes playfully. “I know babydoll but you shouldn’t strain yourself too much” he kisses your cheek softly. He leans down to put the blueberries in the basket

Bucky’s eyes travel down your body, he notices the pebble of your nipples due to the cold air. Bucky smirks - you’re body reacts to the slightest things because of the pregnancy, it’s one of his favorite things. His hand moves up to your chest and his fingers squeeze the hard buds softly. He stands back up and looks down at you. You moan softly, “S-stop that, I-it’s too much ah” you bite your bottom lip hard when Bucky squeezes just a bit tighter. He chuckles softly, “What, I can’t play with my pretty wife now?”

Bucky’s pace is slow but his thrusts are hard and deep, his hands holding your hips gently and his lips on yours. Your dress is thrown somewhere on the car floor and his pants are pooled by his ankles. His tongue fights yours, your sounds being swallowed. Suddenly your phone rings out loud though the car, Bucky’s movements don’t falter.

"Who's calling?" Bucky huffs, his lips tracelling down your neck and stopping by your collarbone to suck, his hips keep snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out a small whimper.

"I-it's Grant." You breathe out. Bucky groans, of course one of your kids had to try and cockblock from miles away. Your legs are trembling beside his thighs as you straddle him, Bucky’s metal hand strokes your back gently. “Le-let it go to voicemail”, he kisses you hard as he pushes his cock back into you, inch by inch. He stretching you so wide open you think you’re gonna see stars. Bucky’s head is resting on your chest, his face a mix of pleasure and desperation, it’s been just one day that you two didn’t have time to fuck, and any day Bucky couldn’t be consumed whole by you and balls deep in your pretty pussy was his worst day.

Bucky grunts as his cock pound’s relentlessly in you, your wetness dripping down to the leather seat beneath you. Between Bucky’s busy work schedule, going on missions and now being a congressman, as well as you taking care of your kids and making your house a home, there isn't always the most time for you and Bucky to spend alone, so you two had to get creative or just take advantage of the moments you had where you could sneak off.

There was this one time you guys had Grant, your oldest, watch his siblings while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine for your sick toddlers, which ended up being you two fucking in the back of his truck, in the dark parking lot before heading home. Kind of like now.

Or the other time your family was enjoying themselves at the beach and you went inside your beach house to grab some sunscreen, Bucky following you quickly after. Safe to say that you two were very sunburnt after that beach trip, but neither of you cared. Both of your days are busy, but Bucky never fails to make some time for you and your, his pussy.

Bucky’s cock touches that gummy spot deep inside you, he kisses your cheek softly, “Hey baby you still with me”. His voice is raspy, his hair messy from how your hands gripped it. You nod dumbly and he kisses you again, his hand tangles in your hair and your eyes gloss over. Bucky grips your hips softly and helps you bounce up and down rhythmically on his cock, his hand traveling from your hair to your back to hold you in place.

The phone rings again, Bucky breaks the kiss, “Fucking hell” he grabs the phone irritably, he looks into your eyes, his expression softer now. “I’m gonna answer okay, you just focus on feeling good”. You nod and your hands tighten their hold around his shoulders.

"This better be important Grant" Bucky answers the call, buried deep inside you. His eyes are hooded and he licks his lips. He rests the phone between his shoulder and ear, he needs both hands for you right now. He sticks two of his metal fingers in your mouth and his flesh ones slap your pussy softly.

"Oh dad? Where are you guys, where’s mo-"

"She's busy, everything alright?" Bucky cuts your son off. His eyes focused on your movements, you’re biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He sucks in a breath when you clench tighter around his cock.

He clenches his jaw as he tries not to make any noise either, his thumb pinches and toys with your clit, your eyes roll so far back into your skull that your vision goes white. You whimper and he quickly moves the phone further away from you. You grab Bucky’s wrist and push his fingers deeper inside your mouth, his cock twitches and he breathes out shakily.

"I-is everything all right?” Grant asks sounding worries, Bucky grunts. “Fine, what do you want kid” Bucky removes his fingers from your mouth and grips your hair. He leans down to your chest and takes one of the swollen buds into his mouth and bites softly.

“Im going out to the movies with Tommy after this and I need some money for the snacks and tickets, mom said-"

He moves his mouth switches between your breasts, sucking and licking them both. "How much?" Bucky asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. Bucky loves his son, all of his kids, of course he does. But he loves you too, and right now he wants to make you feel good. He guides your movements gently, helping you take his cock, he spreads his legs wider and this new angle has his cock sinking in further.

Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Bucky definitely isn't holding back, not when you both need each other so desperately. Bucky was planning on showing you just how much he appreciated all that you do, fingering you until you couldn't talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, all up until your phone kept interrupting up.

He lifts you off his lap effortlessly and gently lowers you to your back and gets in between your legs, the back of the car not giving you much room but he makes it work. He pushes his cock back into you and bites his lip so hard that he draws blood.

"Like about $60."

"Okay, give me a minute." Bucky’s eyes are clenched, his balls slapping against your ass, the way you squeezed his cock, your eyes in the back of your skull, all of this was enough to make him cum right there. He feels himself throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy. Your head rolls to the side, you feel him-all of him.

"Thanks da-"

Bucky hangs up the phone and tosses it on the floor, he lifts your head up slowly so you look at him. He peels your hand away from your mouth, he pushes them above your head. He holds you tight as he stops his movements "Tell me something honey." He hums kissing your swollen lips. You whimper as he fucks into you, slower this time, "y-yes?"

"When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?" He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question.

You're fucked, literally and physically. "Not alwa- o-ooh god yes right there right there." You moan, his finger now thumbing your clit. Bucky fucking hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working, he never ever let you use any of your money.

From the day Bucky laid eyes on you he already knew you were going to be his wife and that meant that he was to take care of you. Mind, body and soul. Bucky would pay all the bills no matter the amount, what ever you wanted, you got. He spoilt you rotten and he wouldn’t have it any other way. You would constantly protest against it but he didn’t care, he would always take care of you. His world.

It wasn't until you got pregnant with your first, did his wish come true that you’d stop using your own money. He was ecstatic that you’d finally come to terms with using his money in order to pay for any and all needs, and wants, you had. It made him feel needed.

"All the hours I work, going on missions, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife, fuck- my perfect wife's pussy, and you still insist on- fuck right there baby-, using your own money when you have access to my money- no fuck not mine, not even ours, your money." He moans grabbing your face between calloused fingers. He kisses you roughly and pulls back.

"Y-you pay for e-everythi-" you whimper

"I'm supposed to sweetheart. I want to, I need to." He interrupts you, his eyes dark but his words soft and sincere. He grabs your phone again with his free hand and sends your son $300 from his account.

"Why won’t you just let me do what I’m supposed to baby. I am the man, it's my job to take care of you, our family. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, those pretty nails, those cute babydoll sets you wear for me, whatever it is, I have enough, more than." He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. "You don’t ever need to use your money, the only reason you should use it is if you want to buy something for yourself, even then, you should be using mine.”

“Everything I do is for you. It will always be all for you. Everything I make, it's yours, ours on paper, but it's all yours. All for you." He grunts into your ear, as if he’s trying to get it through your head.

"I don’t ever want to find out that you’re using your money every again, okay baby?" He hums at you softly and thrusts deep inside you. “Y-yes Bucky I promise”. He smiles at you softly.

“That’s my good girl”

[focsle]

I don’t believe literally All of You really like to Travel this much.

Dating app drinking game every time someone says they like Food or value Emotional Intelligence.

[i-think-pictures]

Taiwan

[generalluxun]

Time traceling Chloe: Something occurred to me. If Chloe takes Plagg early, there's no Volpina since Plagg found the Grimoire. Does that mean Lila is present in S2?

Lila can be present, though obviously Volpina will not take place as in canon. When scrambling something this fundamental(black cat) we can throw most canon events out, and bring back only what we want to use.