#while he's stripped and wet... normal abt it

[mgu-h]

it's so hot here right now that it made me think of the cold water of lando's 2022 singapore post race cool down.. there's just so much [redacted] energy going on lmao i'm still very grateful to the unboxed team for sharing it (x) 🙏

[rillils]

what hurts me most is thinking abt people realizing just how YOUNG bucky actually is

it's so fucking unfair, it just breaks your heart to even think about it, doesn't it?

consider catfa. here you have a young man barely into his late 20s, when you're technically a fully grown adult, but really you're most likely still trying to get your shit together, you know, still figuring out how Adulting™ really works - and then it's one tragedy after the other for him

Bucky has his whole life ahead of him, and instead of getting to choose a path of his own, of building a life for himself, he is:

drafted into a war he never even wanted to be a part of

captured, forced into hard physical labor and ultimately experimented on against his will

kinda roped into going back to the front lines after being rescued (not against his will this time, but let's face it, there was no way in hell that he would have gone home while Steve was still out there putting his life on the line)

captured once more when his whole team thought him dead, tortured in every possible way, taken apart, experimented on some more, quite possibly put on god knows what kind of substances, either to further improve his physical performances or to aid in keeping him docile and easier to manipulate - or, well, for both of those reasons I guess

brutally stripped of his identity, his memories, his free will, his humanity, and reshaped into a killing machine, a weapon to be used whenever necessary, and, as they say, put away wet. and then rinse and repeat for sixty-nine years.

the truly horrifying part is that they didn't just hurt him, they also forced him to hurt other people. people whose lives were taken by his own hands, when he was barely even an unwilling passenger in his own body. so here he is, just… grieving,

both for himself - the years he lost to torture and brainwashing, and can never get back again; and the life he could have had, with all the people he loved, in the place he used to call home - and for all the victims of the Soldier and their respective families, left to mourn their loved ones, often without even knowing why.

he could have lived a normal, quiet, happy life, but all of that was taken away from him.

BUT but but butt butt

here's the thing.

actually, here's a couple of things.

you see, pieces of crap like Endgame will try to convince you that, if things didn't go exactly your way the first time around, you should just give up on your future altogether and fuck off to the past, where you can live out an unhealthy fantasy and have a creepy, dystopian-coded life as-- well, not even as yourself, just as somebody else wearing your own face.

don't listen to pieces of crap like Endgame, they give the shittiest kind of advice.

because! because even after everything he went through, Bucky's still alive! his life isn't over. and that's the beauty of it! he SO can still be happy, and do all the things he didn't get to do back in the day. sure, the timing might not be what he originally thought, back before the war, but just because his plans got derailed doesn't mean that he can't build his own life now. and that's exactly what he's going to do, one step at a time - and YES, with Steve by his side, if I get any say in this (and this being my answer to an ask on my blog, I get all the say lol)

so I hereby declare that Bucky gets to be as fucking happy as can be! like, SO MUCH FUCKING HAPPINESS, YOU CAN'T EVEN QUANTIFY IT. so much fucking happiness, you'd think he might get sick of it!!!! but he won't!!!!!!

I think he does find that calm he so desperately needed. I think he gets to find himself again, gets to meet all the parts of him he thought he'd lost, the ones even he had forgotten. I think, he even gets to meet some new sides of Bucky Barnes he hadn't had the chance to discover yet.

I think he learns that some days are worse than others, and on those days, he learns to show himself a little kindness, and a little forgiveness for not being who (he used to think) he was supposed to be, and a little love for who he is.

I think he also learns that, while there are some bad days, and there will always be, most of them are actually, surprisingly, good days. I think he learns that he has the right to have good days. I think he learns that he deserves to have good days. I think he learns that it's okay to feel good; that there's nothing silly or lazy in just sitting outside in the sun, and basking in its warmth like a happy little lizard, and wishing you never had to move from that spot at all.

I think he gets to be the nerd he always was deep down; science nerd, space nerd, book nerd, any sort of nerd flavor he can find the time and will to explore.

I think he gets to build a home for himself, with the man who always meant Home to him, more than any house ever could.

I think he gets to wake up to good-morning kisses, and to good-morning fingers carding tenderly through his hair, and good-morning playful groping under the sheets, and good-morning "sorry I just kneed you in the groin, lemme kiss it better for ya", and good-morning giggles because Steve's bedhead achieves epic levels of Bird's Nest first thing in the morning, and good-morning pretty eyes looking back at him from Steve's pillow, drinking him in like no sight in the world will ever be as heartrendingly beautiful as Bucky waking up next to him in their big, big bed, and good-morning "how do you want your eggs?", and good-morning "let's skip eggs and have french toast today", because today, today he's feeling good.

and that's only the start, honey 💕💕💕

[langdvnshepherd]

Imagine that Duncan has a mummy kink that you discover one night when he drank too much and that he feels bad that you've discovered - but that does not bother and leads to a new kind of game 😉

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Pretty self-explanatory lmao, drunk sex, unprotected sex, mommy kink, choking

A/N: We LOVE accidentally finding new kinks in this house!!! I wrote a lil sum sum for it really quickly so it’s not anything too special but I wanted to do it anyway! I’m trying to add a cut but Tumblr is being an ass so I’m sorry if I don’t figure it out eventually. Hope you enjoy bc I definitely can’t stop thinking abt it xoxo

There were a few things you were certain of.

You were in New York, celebrating a milestone for The Shepherd Freedom Foundation with Duncan. The party was held in an event studio in Brooklyn, overlooking the infamous bridge and skyline of the city. The walls were covered in red brick and the low-hanging, exposed lightbulbs cast an amber glow throughout the entire space. You had worn a black dress, the one that accented your figure in every feasible way, the one that always made Duncan eager to ditch whatever plans you had and stay in for the night.

There were a shit ton of people there, most of whom you had seen in Duncan’s office building at least a time or two. Duncan had to have been extremely comfortable around them, as he had gotten the kind of drunk you’d only ever seen him get at his mother’s Christmas party when he was surrounded by his family and friends. He is a very serious man, meaning he never even gets past tipsy around his business partners or those he was trying to impress. He has to be stern, in control, and too much alcohol hinders him from doing so. But not in this case. There was no reason to put up a front, as the goal had been met.

As soon as you’d reached the fourteenth floor of the building and made your grand entrance to the party, Duncan escorted you straight to the bar and immediately ordered the two of you a drink. And then another. And then another. And then another...

Which led you to the things you were absolutely fucking clueless about.

You had no idea how long you’d stayed at the party. It could have been for a couple of hours just to make the necessary rounds, or it could have been until the entire space cleared completely and you two were the last ones out the old, wooden door. You didn’t remember how you’d gotten home. It might have been one of the company’s drivers, it might have been a taxi. Regardless, you had no recollection of teasing Duncan in the backseat, palming him through his Tom Ford trousers until his thick cock was straining against the charcoal grey fabric. You also had no recollection of riding the glass elevator up to the penthouse suite of your hotel (had you been in there just one minute longer and Duncan would have had you stripped bare with your front pressed against the cool glass while he took you from behind). And you certainly had no recollection of how you’d ended up on your shared California King bed, riding Duncan against the headboard with your head thrown back in ecstasy while he was clutching so tightly onto your hips that you’d certainly have deep blue and lavender marks on your hipbones where Duncan’s thumbs had been.

The honey-blonde was in an upright position, using his grip on your hips to hold you as close to him as possible. Your arms were wound tightly around his neck, more or less smothering his head into your chest while you bounced up and down on his cock, but it’s not like Duncan minded. He would have been happy to go right then and there if it meant he could feel you expertly clenching around his cock like you were right now. The quick huffs of warm breath that accompanied each groan that escaped Duncan’s lips fanned over your breasts, hardening your nipples into firm pebbles.

You were lost in your own world, skewering yourself onto Duncan’s cock like there was no tomorrow. The combination of Duncan’s body heat and the copious amount of alcohol flooding your system set your soul on fire. Every nerve ending in your body felt electric as your walls stretched around your longtime boyfriend’s girth. The burning in your thighs felt delicious as you filled yourself to the hilt with each roll of your hips as the alcohol helped to numb most of the pain. At the time you could have sworn you’d never been this wet before in your life. That was until...

“Mommy.”

You heard it. Plain as day. It slipped right out of Duncan’s lips as he briefly detached his spit-slick lips from sucking on your nipple in a moment of ecstasy. Immediately, you snapped out of your drunken state, becoming completely lucid and aware of the fact that Duncan just called you fucking mommy.

You froze in place, your thrusts coming to an abrupt halt. Never in your life had you heard Duncan say or do anything that insinuated he would ever be interested in something like this, and it was clear Duncan was just as alarmed at the word he’d just said out loud. He seized his moaning in a matter of seconds, his body becoming rigid and still.

You instinctively ripped his head away from your chest to be able to look him in the face, tugging rather harshly on his once perfectly gelled locks to tilt his chin up to meet yours. It wasn’t meant to be malicious, but a shiver erupted from Duncan’s chest at the motion.

“What the fuck did you just say?” you demanded to know, breathing heavily in between each word.

He didn’t say anything. It was obvious that he was embarrassed. He couldn’t look you in the eye, and even in the dark of your hotel room where the only source of the light was the nightlife of the city tens of stories below you, you could see the crimson shade of red that trickled down from his stubbly cheeks down to his neck.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” he tried to excuse his behavior, but you could still feel him inside of you, achingly hard and twitching, even after you’d yanked his hair by the root. Which means he definitely meant it.

And for reasons that you couldn’t even begin to explain, you felt yourself becoming increasingly aroused as well. You tried to suppress a shutter yourself by clenching onto Duncan’s cock as a fresh wave of your slick coated Duncan’s cock and leaked out from below you, trickling slowly onto his balls. 

You had never felt this way before. There was no denying that you were both plastered and not in any condition to be having a serious conversation, but you couldn’t help but wonder where this all came from. Was he just testing the waters? Or had he always been spurred on by shit like this and was just too timid to bring it up? It was normally Duncan that enjoyed taking control, being called daddy as he pounded ruthlessly into your pussy with a vengeance. Now the tables had turned, and you were almost certain that you liked it. A sinister grin overtook your features as you forced Duncan to look at you with his crystal blue eyes.

“You didn't?” you asked mockingly, removing your grip from the back of his head to apply gentle pressure to his neck whilst lowering him onto the bed simultaneously.

“Because I think you did,” you continued, the last word coming out as a whisper.

Duncan’s breathing quickened and his jaw tensed. The thumping of his heart could be seen on the outside of his chest. He suppressed a low, “Fuck,” with all of his might at you talked down to him. You felt him twitch once more inside of your warm, spongey walls.

You leaned down to level your body with Duncan’s, hovering your head just above his. You licked a flat stripe from the base of his throat to the soft spot just behind his ear, and you tugged just slightly at his lobe when you reached it. 

You’d never been this bold, and it felt good. Perhaps this drunken mistake could work to your advantage, knowing that the almighty Duncan Shepherd that no one dared fuck with had a weak spot.

“C’mon Dunc-” you teased, applying an increase in pressure with your fingers to his neck.

“Are you gonna cum for mommy?”

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Only tagging a few cuz this is short and also  t r a s h:

@avesatanormalpeoplescareme @venusxxlangdon @langdonshell @divinelangdon

[jenomark]

nct 127 (but w/o haechan.. i think you said somewhere before you aren’t comfy w 00 line smut stuff and i really really am uncomfortable abt it so please please leave him out) to you handcuffing them in the middle of sex (i’m not the original anon who sent the sleeping one but goddamn when i saw the handcuffing thing the inner dom in me flew out)

Taeil: It started out as a normal fuck: Taeil on top, and you getting every inch of his cock. Before he could come, you stopped him and asked if he wanted to try another position. Taeil agreed and pulled out , his cock bouncing up and down. When you reached into your drawer, and pulled out a zip tie, Taeil was confused. There was a trace of excitement on his face that you didn’t miss. Without speaking, he held out his wrists, and allowed you to tighten the plastic around them. You leaned back and relaxed. When he thought he would get to fuck you again, you pushed his head towards your pussy. Without missing a beat, Taeil dove right in, his tongue opening you up. “You can come after I do, and only after I do.” you said. 

Johnny: Like everything with him, it was a power struggle. Johnny promised not to touch, but he always did. You, on the other hand, never promised a thing. He was too irresistible, his body thick and manly. You both were cuffed together by the wrists with only one hand free. When he wanted to finger you, he dragged your hand along with his, using your own fingers to tease you. You would fight back by twisting your body in ways that made it hard for him to touch you. Gaining the upper hand, you brought his arm out and put your leg over it so that his arm was trapped between your thighs. “You win.” Johnny said. You slid your pussy lips over his forearm, his skin smooth against your warmth, and your body craving a release.

Taeyong: You were riding him, your body moving at a steady pace. Taeyong gripped your hips tightly. You took his hands and held them to your breasts, his fingertip brushing against your nipple, before you interlaced your fingers with his. His eyes lit up while he watched you move up and down on his thick cock. It was all very romantic and new, in fact, he didn’t know you very well yet. You brought his hands above his head and reached underneath his pillow for the handcuffs you stowed there. Before he realized what you were doing, you cuffed him to the metal rail. He tugged at his wrists, but didn’t say much. You let your hands drag down his rib cage before you leaned down closer to him, taking his cock slower just to torment him.

Yuta: He had a pretty collar and chain to match his handcuffs. Yuta’s collar was diamond studded and hugged his throat. A  thin chain ran from his collar, down to his abs, and extended to a pair of cuffs around his wrists. He liked the way you took control, stopping the sex just to admire his tight body. He clasped and unclasped his hands patiently in front of him, waiting for you to touch him. You pushed Yuta down onto the bed and straddled him. “Your hands are in the perfect position to touch my clit.” you said. You took his cock inside of you and started riding him fast and hard, your body bouncing down on his. Yuta’s cuffed hands were on your clit, the chain from his collar hitting his chest with force.

Doyoung: You had managed to strip him naked with the promise of a massage. Doyoung laid on his stomach, his body a little too tense. You took a few squirts of oil in your palm and started with his back, your hands moving over his muscles. The moans he let out weren’t sexual, but you really wanted them to be. You took his hands and put them behind his back. Doyoung didn’t suspect anything, so when you locked him in a pair of handcuffs, he was startled. He rolled over and sat up, his eyes as wide as saucers. “What are you doing?” he asked. You looked down at his cock and how it twitched. You took him in your hands, the oil making him sleek. You pumped him until he came, his moans uninhabited. 

Jaehyun: You straddled him in a chair, your bodies pressed closely together. The make-out session was steamy and hot. You could feel how aroused he was for you. You loosened the tie around Jaehyun’s throat and slid it from his neck. “I want you.” he muttered. You leaned behind him, bounding his wrists together. His lips found your throat, the sound of a grunt escaping from between them. When you were satisfied, you leaned back. “You have me where you want me.” he said. You smiled, “Not quite.” You sunk down between his legs and unbuckled his belt. You removed his cock from his pants and ran your hands up and down his shaft. Jaehyun inhaled, shifting his body in the chair. “Please.” he said. 

WinWin: He trusted you. It was a turn on for you that he put his everything into your hands. You had him blindfolded. When you thought it was too much, WinWin urged you to keep going. “Arms above your head.” you said. WinWin obeyed, his wrists knocking into the rod that held the shower curtain. He was stark naked, one leg inside of the tub and one out, and his cock wet at the tip. You cuffed him to the rod and watched as he looked so vulnerable. “What will you do to me?” he asked. You touched the tip of his cock with your thumb and brought it to his lips. WinWin kissed your thumb lightly, the edge of his tongue tasting himself. “It’s a surprise, baby.” you said. 

Jungwoo: “Close your eyes.” you said. He had a hard time giving in to you. His eyelids fluttered and his lips were dry from the nerves, but Jungwoo did as you said. You took his left hand and kissed the palm. You stretched it out to his side and handcuffed him to the bed frame. You did the same with his right hand. “Open your eyes.” you said. You turned around and backed your ass up onto his cock. In his sitting position on the bed, your body seemed to swallow his cock easily. Jungwoo jerked against his restraints before remembering that he couldn’t touch you. You leaned back on his chest and fucked him, the scraping of metal against metal the backdrop of Jungwoo’s moans.

Mark: You had gotten him all worked up. You rubbed him through his pants, your kisses all along his neck. Mark kept reaching for anything he could grab: your tits, the roundness of your ass. Finally, he would get to have just what he wanted: you. You kissed him deeply, teasing him with your tongue. When you pulled away, he started for you, but was held back by the cuff around his wrist. When he realized he was cuffed to a chair, you were already lying across his bed, with your legs spread, and your hands inside of your underwear. “How does it feel knowing you’re going to have to watch me come, and you won’t be the one responsible, Markie?” you asked.