#(the banding used to be worse actually;;)
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"I need to talk to you."
#midnight museum#namtan tipnaree#tor thanapob#gun attaphan#i really like his immediate 'june please save me'#his lil headshake#their friendship delights me#last one... for today. am i like flooding the tag? i'm sorry i physically can't resist i've done nothing else with my free time for days#this one caused me a lot of trouble to make. i am still learning. i am looking away from the problems#(the banding used to be worse actually;;)#rowan gifs#mm
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im fr developing a complex ab how many bands are skipping ireland on their uk/eu tours like for what reason. how can you do 5 dates in the uk and not even toss us one irish date i would take belfast Or dublin. idc. it's radicalising me i need to start a band and just not hit up the rest of europe the uk or the us i'm going everywhere else. fuck you yanks!!!!
#people in the uk and western europe and the us dooo not realise how lucky they are when a band i like actually comes here it feels like i've#won the lottery or something. is dublin really that bad. DON'T ANSWER THAT!!!!!#here ill rephrase. is dublin really so much worse than london? birmingham? i don't think so
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one of the things about where are your boys tonight i really appreciated and, to me, seemed like the most significant thrust of the book (but never garnered much attention, imo), was the focus on the business side of things and particularly the way the many bands never saw long term success or stability or the way a lot of very young people were taken advantage of even after making their labels and handlers metric butt-tones of money and this really culminated with the discussion about paramores record deal and the inherently coercive nature of making a 14 year old sign a record deal (not even really mentioning that record deal was 20 fucking years lmao) and yet i still see people argue she was an industry plant or whatever. sorry ig one of my fatal flaws is i give child stars the benefit of the doubt considering the fundamental exploitation necessary for that position to exist or whatever
#sorry was thinking about this bc I saw some truly horrible and dismissive posts on twitter about hayleys contract#but i also think it dovetails into the general malaise that existed in the third wave that a lot of places are quick to dismiss#idk. i keep thinking about how so many ppl were taken advantage of (in the sense of predatory contracts or not getting paid victory style)#and how many are stuck in an endless loop of diminishing returns in order to be career musicians who can actually support themselves#and fundamentally this is the key linchpin in the emo nostalgia- some of the btier andlower bands Need stuff like#emo nites or wwwy to actually make a living (no matter how much you make up front a altrock hit single cannot sustain someone as livelihood)#and since touring is the only reliable way to make money. well why put significant expenses into ur new album#none of your fans care about anyway? its a pre-existing cycle. very thrash metal. but its almost worse#when you factor in shit like the fan perception of the used the canyon....#idk ive been thinking about it a lot and i dont find nostalgia circuits reprehensible bc of the fundamental indignities#of the recording industry and all its issues#but its hard to see people shit talk the third wave for being full of impressionable kids hoping to survive of their passion#like you do realize they dont sound like assholes in that circumstance for crashing and burning? right?#(esp when you add mental health and addiction into the mix- these bands were full of sick people being denied care bc it would interfere w/#the 'rawness' or authenticity or whatever the fuck. these bands were having their sadness wrung out of them for money)#anyway i think hayley williams should be allowed to hunt any and all current or former atlantic higherups for sport#my posts
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It is morally correct to steal AI ‘generated’ characters. especially when they are being pumped out and sold for a high profit. They’re the ones stealing from actual artists, so fuck ‘em. Yeah, the people who may have paid for them have paid for them, but that’s their own damned fault. They’re making absolute bank from someone else’s art style being fed through a machine and stolen. If I take that weird amalgamation of a character and re-draw it in my own style isn’t that just the same thing? I’m not even going to make money off it, because I wouldn’t fucking dare charge for AI generated shit oh my god I hate deviantart.
#I'm not actually gonna do this because I don't see the point#but holy shit#logging onto deviantart for the first time in months and seeing what I think is my favourite artists' adopts on the front page#and going 'huh cool nice to see they're still popping out bangers'#only to learn it's an entire gallery of fcking AI characters generated using said artist's style and being sold for a high price#I'm sick of this world I'm sick of this I'm sick of AI I'm sick of this#I will band together with the closed species artists I used to hate so much just to fight this AI thing#nothing is worse than AI generated art. not when it's stealing space on a platform and real money from actually creative human people#this is why my depression keeps getting worse despite all the therapy lmao#AI#AI Art#AI debate#So fucking sick of it
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remembering old fandoms and rps and aus i had and im realizing this isnt the first time an au version of frostbite interacted a lot with someone who at least in text had a quirk that does something to the letter s which is ironic considering their name
#...........im talking about hr again sorry my condition gets worse each day especially when im more open about it#the previous/other one was a few years back.#it was . my gorillaz days...! and my gangreen gang specific hyperfix...! (never actually watched ppg)#they were besties with snake and there was a joke they adopted him and that he was their “sssson” even if they were only like a year older#our au ggg was very different bc it was like 4-3 ppl rping our own shit but it was very found family and backstories were Angsty#and obviously snake hisssssesss hisss letter sss#then hr haff hiff liffp#fun fact i used to have a pretty nasty lisp when i was younger before i got my teeth fixed up a bit so i honestly unironically love#characters with any kind of lisp even if its the daffy duck kind (who may be a bit hard for me to understand when voice acted like that but#i still Enjoy)#(i need subtitles for literally anything anyway)#anyways ggg au frostbite is also the edgiest of all the au frostbites that exist#least developed/just cool design is glamrock frost#most developed as a character and MOST goofy is toontown frost#anyways back on the lisp whoever put the letter s into the word lisp genuinely needs to die. and the word stop. yes i got bullied about#my lisp why do you ask#ok since im rambling heres a bigger ramble#both gorillaz and hr make me feel better abt my teeth#all the band members in gorillaz have mad fucked up teeth and i didnt have access to a good dentist until like 2020. i was endlessly#bullied for my teeth and i had difficulities eating some things and other health issues because i had horrid teeth bc of genes + my parents#didnt teach me to clean my teeth properly like wow you gotta go BETWEEN the teeth. the white stuff that covers your teeth ISNT GOOD ACTUALL#and hr has a mad overbite and i have that too so that makes me feel better..ive been rlly subconscious abt that lately actually#still wondering why nobody bothered gettin that fixed but i guess everything else was a bigger issue#and the fact i was missing my front teeth#yeah my health back then wasnt the best ! and i was bullied abt it even by my own best friends parents! no good! but seeing silly band#members who r fictional who i was hyperfixated on helped me feel better#man wish i could hide stuff from appearing in tag searches bc i just like rambling in the tags#but then i say one word and it appears in the tags and im super subconsious about it now bc i made one ramble and boom why is it in the#hr tag :sob: :skull:#OH WELL.
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there's this one band i used to like when i was younger, and apparently i still have some of their songs in my likes in spotify, but whenever they come up on shuffle they immediately skip as if they're no longer on the app, so that happened today and i got curious so i go to google if something happened to them or something, y'know?
yeah, it was pedophilia. of course.
#WELL DAMN. OK. IT'S WAY WORSE THAN JUST THAT ACTUALLY. OK DIE THEN.#i can't even go and delete the songs in my likes cause they literally dont even appear Oof#band member of a band you used to listen convicted of so many sex crimes? more likely than youd think#according to jules
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Got so drunk today for the first time in a while. Dont tell weed because I dont know if she would believe me, but I like her cousin alcohol better. I dont love the needless incessant horniness weed gives me tbh. I mean, it's very helpful for my hypersexual gf, but for me personally, I prefer the social aspect of drunkenness more than the internal chillness & loving feelings weed gives me. But both are kinda cool, idk, in their own respects. Idk!
#yeayea whatever. my preference is the worse one#but also weed does make me so not useful at all#and on alcohol I can at least manage to talk to people!#met some guy who toured with days & daze or however that band is spelled today#he was so cool and I was actually able to talk to him!!#high me wouldnt be able to do that! she would be like. haha yeah haha what? idc! look at my girlfriend except dont look at them theyre mine#im still drunk btw but I've eaten and its helping. just realized the world is still fucking. spinning tho#thafs all. going to find out in the morning what all the damage that has been done is#did absolutely flirt with a friend lots in front of my gf O.O#but they dont seem to even mind that lol they're just worried that shes a bad influence on me (she is but whatever)#oh. yeah im done typing now. need more food before I get too in my head & sober lol#lov uuuu ttyl
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sometimes i feel just awful enough that repeatedly tapping out the letter h, and breathing a little more heavily to sustain the anger in that string of the letter h, classifies as good meditation practice
#o-ver-pow-ered. that spells op#if i had to actually use my brain at the same time i'd generally feel worse. if i were doing nothing i'd concentrate too hard on breathing#but yknow. i did percussion for concert band for a while there. sometimes i need to be angry and quiet
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they need to STOP making cute headbands and hairclips and scrunchies and shit i have a wannabe 2016 zayn malik ass wannabe zac efron ass number 1 fade on the sides with a bit on top dad in 2004 ass faux hawk and im MAD i cant wear them
#fighting for my life trying to learn how to accessorize#i MIGHT just barely have enough for a couple hairclips to grip onto depending on the style#theoretically i can wear headbands but um. actually this has less to do with my hair lentgh and more to do with how my hair behaves LOL#its like. memory foam. it starts flat and over the course of the day it expands into whatever shape its decided#and if u press it down. its stuck like that. until a few hours later where its expanded again. really really slow memory foam#and like if i wear a headband the hair in front of the band gets SO flat and tamped down and then the back is UP THERE#its like. not thick (used to be. going balding mode <3) it just has 100000 cowlicks and likes to defy gravity#now i will say cutting my hair short has made my headband game even worse. i look like a strange hedgehogged beast#flat in the front with the back spiking straight up like an anime character. and not even a cool one#one off class clown character from a 2000s shonen anime ass hair#scrunchies are a no go tho. nothing to put it on LOL#i saw a scrunchie with like a little cat head and a cat tail and got so mad i dont have long hair anymore JLKDAJHFDK#i wouldnt give my short hair for the world i hate having long hair with all my heart but......cat scrunchie#maybe i could wear scrunches as bracelets but i dunno im not good with bracelets... anklet? scrunchie anklet??????#maybe i should wear like. a furry tail. put the scrunchie on that#wait that was a half joke but i just realized the accessorizing potential of a tail#you could put so many hairclips on that bitch........................
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2023 reads / storygraph
Bad At Love
short YA romance
a boy who’s recently moved to the US when he joined a popular band through a reality show, and has a bad-boy reputation that he wants to get rid of
and an aspiring journalist who wants to dig up dirt on him to get a scholarship
after a chance encounter, they start dating over the summer for their own goals
demisexual Brazilian and pan Brazilian-American MCs
#bad at love#gabriela martins#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#very short and fast and easy to read but is lacking a depth in the overall narrative. kinda skips over belivability for Why they're doing i#and the end is so fast and overdramatic while barely sitting in the complexities of the actual events#her lie was way worse than his goddamn. even if she didn't know what was going on with him#his demisexuality is fine; it’s mentioned a few times and I appreciate that it's something he's already figured out and identifies as#as even though he's never really had a relationship#think the thing I enjoyed most was the aspects of Daniel's experience as a Brazilian in the US#and his insecurities about joining the band who're already friends and the development there.#Plus conversations around their cultures and being white-brazillian in the US vs being seen as the US-centric id of 'PoC'#I wish there could have been a bit more of both of those things#For me; short-and-sweet YA romances work best when the stakes are lower so that things can be explored more in the short pagecount.#and obviously take this with a grain of salt i'm not the intended audience etc etc#demisexual books
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Tomorrow/Friday is the anniversary of one of the weirdest days of my life, yippee!
#we have the dress rehearsal for my schools department-wide cheistmas concert tomorrow right. and then the actual concert will be friday#they do it this way every year and last year’s dress rehearsal. holy shit.#it was the same day our portfolio for the creative writing class was due. i’d stayed up until like six am working on my second short story#and then had to wake up three hours later to finish putting all the other shit we had to turn in with it together. was so focused on that i#forgot to eat all day. so i roll up to the dress rehearsal running on three hours of sleep a coffee and desperation and then as we’re tuning#a bunch of MIDDLE SCHOOLERS start wandering into the audience because apparently they have been invited to sit in on our dress rehearsal.#then we made one too many mistakes in our hard song and our director stops us. in the middle of a full Tun with a bunch of middle schoolers#and the entire rest of the music department as an audience. this just stresses us out More so when we restart we’re even worse than before#this pushes our director to the breaking point and about five minutes later between songs he starts SCREAMING at percussion between songs#terrible night 0/10 he traumatized the entire band#anyways fingers crossed tomorrows rehearsal goes better than. that. not that it should be hard but yiiikes
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imagining all the excuses sylus uses to get you to stay over. the easiest always it's way too late, kitten. because even when you're at your best, even outside of the n109 zone or linkon city, you shouldn't be traversing outside alone. but when there is still enough light outside to light your way and your belly is full, he starts pulling at the lowest hanging strings.
it's rather cold outside, sweetie. i did promise to send you back as i got you.
you had me buy all these ingredients and won't help me eat them. at least stay for breakfast.
it's storming kitten, be smart.
at it's core, it was for your safety but sometimes you wished he would just admit the desires latching on to them.
“you’re just saying that to keep me here for the night, aren’t you?”
sylus hums a quiet no and skimmed his fingers across the fabric covering your stomach before dipping down into the waistband of the pants you were wearing.
“sylus, you do realize that there is nothing dangerous about driving through a trickle of rainfall, right?”
sylus shook his head from where it rested above your heart, his hair tickling the underside of your chin as his mouth formed words into your skin, “the storm is supposed to get worse by the hour. besides, the darkness doesn't help. if you stay i can make chocolate.”
while the promise of rich, warm chocolate coating your tongue has it's own intrigue, you can't help but push more.
“are you going to actually make this or are you going to convince me to stay in bed?”
as his eyelashes fanned across his strong cheekbones, you curled your fingers into the short roots of his hair and let his breath wash over the fastening of your pants.
“if I’m being perfectly honest,” he murmured with a twitch of his lips, “i was going to kiss you until you forgot about the chocolate,” - he caressed the band with his thumb - “and then take you to bed myself.”
a hum filtered itself past your lips and settled onto sylus tongue when he leaned to capture your mouth with a breath of fresh air. strands of his hair twisted and pulled as your hands grappled with bringing him closer to you; window panes shuddered in response to the way your heart hammered like thunder beneath your chest; droplets of rain splattered from the night sky and enveloped you in a sheath of erratic heartbeats and broken-off whispers.
with a small shuddering breath, sylus pulled back and searched for the conformation in your eyes. “tell me you’ll stay.”
the sky erupted in crackle of light. for a split second, a flash of gold skittered along sylus' skin in result of lightning striking the ground. the hue settled more prominently into his eyes as you silently peered into them.
“i’ll stay.”
#lnd sylus#sylus x reader#sylus love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace sylus
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18+ mdni; fem!reader
thinking abt film prof!toji eating you out in his little office... you had been on his mind for the whole entire day, the hunger inside him so irritating that he had no other chance to break your little rule of not doing anything in public.
now down on his knees and between your thighs, he’s messy being and he’s being sloppy – he’s got your slick running down his chin as he fucks you with his tongue, and his glasses keep fogging up from the way he keeps burying his face into your warm cunt. he’s like a starved beast, devouring you as if you’re the last meal he’ll ever get to eat.
his nose bumps against your swollen clit and you throw your head back and bite at your own fingers to keep your moans at bay and toji tightens his grip on your legs to keep you from squirming away from him.
with your free hand, you tug at his roots and it only makes things worse for you because the action makes toji groan into you and the vibrations that sends all over your body are so intense that your eyes go cross.
voices coming from the hallway fall deaf to your ears, your mind solely set on your sweet professor’s tongue. he moves his whole head, not just the muscle, and soon enough you’re guiding him just the way you like with the hand in his hair. you can’t keep your hips still either, grinding into him every time you push him against you. and he lets you do it.
he lets you do it all.
toji isn’t ashamed to get on his knees, nor is he ashamed to let you use him for your own pleasure – despite the fact that it was his aching cock that got the two of you into his situation, he’s more than willing to forget about his own needs as long as he knows that you’re feeling good.
he loves the way your brows furrow and he loves the way your chest rises and falls. he loves to watch beads of sweat form on your forehead and he loves to watch you try and muffle your moans. he loves the way your body keeps on twitching and he loves the way you keep clenching around him.
and he fucking loves the way you taste.
his cock throbs under the layers of clothing, just begging to be set free but toji refuses to take his hands off of you. he’d rather suffer from actual blue balls than to give you any less attention than you deserve. his boxers are ruined with his pre-cum, his balls full and heavy, as he gets off on the mere sight of you. he reckons he’s never been this fucking hard before, better yet this close to cumming untouched, and he’s sure you’ve actually bewitched him. not that he’s complaining though.
you make him feel alive.
hell, he’d go to fucking war for your pretty little smile.
when you give his roots a particularly rough tug, he knows you’re close. so, he lets go of one of your thighs and brings it to your pussy instead; latching his lips around your sensitive clit, he sucks on the nub while lining up his two digits with your weeping hole. the face you make when he pushes them in is fucking priceless – your lips part in a silent moan, your eyes screwing themselves shut as you approach your high.
using his middle and ring finger, the professor makes a wave-like motion inside you and suddenly there's a weird type of pressure building inside you, making your eyes shoot wide open again.
“ah! fuck– wait!” your broken whines are like music to his ears. “gonna– gonna make a mess!”
you paw at his head in a weak attempt of making him back away but to no avail, if anything he presses himself even closer – his fingers are so deep that they’re touching places you didn’t even know about and his lips are so soft and his tongue so warm and skilled and the band in your tummy gets tighter and tighter with every passing second.
toji takes his mouth off of you for only a fraction of a second. “make a mess then, doll, c’mon.”
your glassy eyes meet his dark, lust-filled green ones and the determination pooling in them is the last push you need to finally unravel. your back arches off the chair and you can’t hold back the loud moan that forces its way out from the depths of your lungs. toji’s shirt gets completely soaked when you squirt all over him but he doesn’t stop. the liquid seeps through the flimsy material and he can feel it on his skin, and fuck, is it hot.
a tear runs over the apple of your cheek and toji itches to kiss it away. your lip wobbles as you writhe in utter bliss, mind all hazy from the overstimulation. as the wave of pleasure flows through you, the exhaustion finally settles in, making you drop your hand from his hair. but before it can go any further, toji takes it into his. with his arm still under your thigh, he just presses it into your side and just keeps it there.
he helps you ride out your orgasm and the thought of not stopping, of going further, floods his brain – he wants to make you do that again, he wants you to make an even bigger mess but the clock on the wall behind you is clicking awfully close to his next class and he can’t put either of you at any more risk.
hesitantly, he pulls his fingers out of you and tears his eyes from you to look at your abused hole. he groans at the sight of it and then he’s already leaning forward to get one final taste. swallowing a whimper, you do your utmost best to stay still and to let him have his little reward.
he pushes himself off the ground, grinning from ear-to-ear with pride blooming in his chest as he looks at your disheveled form. biting your lip, you reach for him but are barely able to ghost your fingers over his bulge when he’s stopping you.
“no, but… ?”
toji’s scarred lips smash against yours in a sloppy, haste kiss. and then he’s pulling away again.
“y’gonna suck me off while i give class, hm?” he teases while brushing some damp stray hairs from your forehead.
“i would.”
…
toji’s heart stutters – no, it fucking stops working for a few good seconds. he stares at you with his lips parted and you get to watch in real time how the tips of his ears grow red again.
“don’t– don’t fuckin’ say that.” he grumbles at you, averting his gaze. “shit.”
you laugh at his reaction but don’t let him go away too far, tugging on his belt loops to bring him back. “yours or mine, professor?”
“mine, hm? i’ll make ya something to eat.”
cocking a brow you tease him a bit more, unable to let any of the opportunities go to waste. ��like real food or… ?”
he gives you a real professor-like look and you boop his nose. he lets you do as you wish but then he’s wrapping his fingers around your wrist. “real food.”
“okay.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
there’s a moment of silence between you. the most comfortable kind. neither of you look away from each other’s eyes, smitten and a bit giddy. excited.
“go change your shirt now, mister.”
you poke a finger at his chest and almost cringe at the big wet stain you’ve given him. “wait, do you just have a change of clothes here with you?”
“no.”
you cock a brow. “no?”
“sukuna– i mean, mr. sukuna, will bring me something.”
“what the hell will you even tell him?”
“spilled my water.” toji’s voice is calm as ever, deep and raspy, and all you want to do now after he’s been so good to you, is to cuddle with him. “don’t worry about it, doll, yeah?” with a nod and a quiet hum, you comply. he leans to give you another kiss and an ass squeeze and then he’s bidding you goodbye with a smug grin as you straighten out your clothes and collect your belongings before making your way out of his office. you give him one last wave and disappear into the hallway, leaving toji standing there with a raging boner and a squirt-stained shirt. he is not complaining.
#i think he would try to do the 'no fucking at the uni' thing at first#bc well.. he really doesn't want to be caught lmao#but how could he resist you hm........#toji#wtf mickey can write#toji x reader#toji smut#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro smut#jjk toji#jjk x reader#jjk smut#film prof!toji
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personal observations made by a new cane user:
you do not need to be in constant pain to own a cane.
folding canes have a clasp or band to keep them folded. losing the band is a pain in the ass.
you will get dirty looks
it does not matter what age you are. you will get dirty looks.
you have to hold it in the opposite hand as the disabled leg. this is fortunate, as I am right handed, so i hold it in my left hand to support my right leg.
people will try to steal your cane from you.
when standing still, I hold it in my right hand unless i need to do something right handedly. this does not work as well as i thought it would.
being visibly physically disabled is difficult. having a mobility aid will help with pain and movement, but some people don't get them because visible disability is treated with disgust.
if someone meets you for the first time, and you don't have your cane, then they will like you more, but they will not believe you are actually disabled.
if someone meets you for the first time, and you have your cane, they will not treat you the same.
the majority of other cane and mobility aid users I have met are homeless. I live close to a big city.
People do not want to see you being disabled.
you will not hear of the benefits of using a cane from anyone who does not use a cane.
no one will prepare you for the world of being visibly physically disabled. however bad you think we have it is usually not from the disability at all. I can deal with pain and I can deal with an indisposed left hand.
the hardest part of being disabled is the fact that no one will care until you make them care.
the disabled seats on trains are a suggestion
the disabled seats on buses are a suggestion.
you will have a different experience with using a cane than I have had.
your hand will become tired. you are using it as a leg.
your cane is legally a part of your body. this will not stop some people.
you are not your disability. but it will affect you.
i love you
theres always an invisible someone who has it worse. that person will not be affected or offended by your use of a cane. take the damn ibuprofen. put the folded cane in your bag. ask your friends for help. gd knows they need help sometimes too.
you will have to learn that things will be impossible to you. you may not run as fast anymore. you may not become a skater, like you always wanted to be. you may be left behind when everyone else runs ahead.
you deserve better.
your cane handle gets dirty. wash it.
some days pain is worse. some days you will feel it the moment you wake up.
no one deserves pain. the human condition is not to suffer. we deserve better. we deserve to be loved and not tolerated. we deserve to be seen better than from the corners of eyes. we deserve to be heard better than an afterthought at a meeting.
be quick to care for yourself. I love you.
#disability#if you clown on this i will kill you with my teeth.#personal#disabled#cane user#mobility aid#physical disability#this is about physical disability do not derail. i understand that mental disability is treated badly as well. this post isnt about that.#this post is also not about invisible disabilities because i have a very visible disability.#please be patient with me. i am young and new to the use of canes. most of these revelations are shockingly new.
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thinking abt prof!Bucky eating you out in his little office...
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warning: 18+, smut
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you had been on his mind for the whole entire day, the hunger inside him so irritating that he had no other chance to break your little rule of not doing anything in public.
now down on his knees and between your thighs, he’s messy being and he’s being sloppy – he’s got your slick running down his chin as he fucks you with his tongue, and his glasses keep fogging up from the way he keeps burying his face into your warm cunt. he’s like a starved beast, devouring you as if you’re the last meal he’ll ever get to eat.
with your free hand, you tug at his roots and it only makes things worse for you because the action makes bucky groan into you and the vibrations that sends all over your body are so intense that your eyes go cross.
voices coming from the hallway fall deaf to your ears, your mind solely set on your sweet professor’s tongue. he moves his whole head, not just the muscle, and soon enough you’re guiding him just the way you like with the hand in his hair.
you can’t keep your hips still either, grinding into him every time you push him against you. and he lets you do it. he lets you do it all.
Bucky isn’t ashamed to get on his knees, nor is he ashamed to let you use him for your own pleasure – despite the fact that it was his aching cock that got the two of you into his situation, he’s more than willing to forget about his own needs as long as he knows that you’re feeling good.
he loves the way your brows furrow and he loves the way your chest rises and falls. he loves to watch beads of sweat form on your forehead and he loves to watch you try and muffle your moans. he loves the way your body keeps on twitching and he loves the way you keep clenching around him. and he fucking loves the way you taste.
his cock throbs under the layers of clothing, just begging to be set free but Bucky refuses to take his hands off of you.
he’d rather suffer from actual blue balls than to give you any less attention than you deserve. his boxers are ruined with his pre-cum, his balls full and heavy, as he gets off on the mere sight of you. he reckons he’s never been this fucking hard before, better yet this close to cumming untouched, and he’s sure you’ve actually bewitched him. not that he’s complaining though.
you make him feel alive.
hell, he'd go to fucking war for your pretty little smile. when you give his roots a particularly rough tug, he knows you're close. so, he lets go of one of your thighs and brings it to your pussy instead; latching his lips around your sensitive clit, he sucks on the nub while lining up his two digits with your weeping hole.
the face you make when he pushes them in is fucking priceless - your lips part in a silent moan, your eyes screwing themselves shut as you approach your high.
using his middle and ring finger, the professor makes a wave-like motion inside you and suddenly there's a weird type of pressure building inside you, making your eyes shoot wide open again.
"ah! fuck- wait!" your broken whines are like music to his ears. "gonna- gonna make a mess!"
you paw at his head in a weak attempt of making him back away but to no avail, if anything he presses himself even closer - his fingers are so deep that they're touching places you didn't even know about and his lips are so soft and his tongue so warm and skilled and the band in your tummy gets tighter and tighter with every passing second.
Bucky takes his mouth off of you for only a fraction of a second. "make a mess then, doll, c'mon."
your glassy eyes meet his dark, lust-filled green ones and the determination pooling in them is the last push you need to finally unravel. your back arches off the chair and you can't hold back the loud moan that forces its way out from the depths of your lungs.
Bucky’s shirt gets completely soaked when you squirt all over him but he doesn't stop. the liquid seeps through the flimsy material and he can feel it on his skin, and fuck, is it hot.
a tear runs over the apple of your cheek and Bucky itches to kiss it away. your lip wobbles as you writhe in utter bliss, mind all hazy from the overstimulation.
as the wave of pleasure flows through you, the exhaustion finally settles in, making you drop your hand from his hair.
but before it can go any further, Bucky takes it into his. with his arm still under your thigh, he just presses it into your side and just keeps it there.
he helps you ride out your orgasm and the thought of not stopping, of going further, floods his brain - he wants to make you do that again, he wants you to make an even bigger mess but the clock on the wall behind you is clicking awfully close to his next class and he can't put either of you at any more risk.
hesitantly, he pulls his fingers out of you and tears his eyes from you to look at your abused hole. he groans at the sight of it and then he's already leaning forward to get one final taste. swallowing a whimper, you do your utmost best to stay still and to let him have his little reward.
he pushes himself off the ground, grinning from ear-to-ear with pride blooming in his chest as he looks at your disheveled form. biting your lip, you reach for him but are barely able to ghost your fingers over his bulge when he's stopping you.
"no, but...?"
Bucky’s lips smash against yours in a sloppy, haste kiss. and then he's pulling away again.
"Y'gonna suck me off while i give class, hm?" he teases while brushing some damp stray hairs from your forehead.
"i would."
Bucky’s heart stutters - no, it fucking stops working for a few good seconds. he stares at you with his lips parted and you get to watch in real time how the tips of his ears grow red again.
"don't- don't fuckin' say that." he grumbles at you, averting his gaze. "shit."
you laugh at his reaction but don't let him go away too far, tugging on his belt loops to bring him back. "yours or mine, professor?"
"mine, hm? i'll make ya something to eat."
cocking a brow you tease him a bit more, unable to let any of the opportunities go to waste. "like real food or...?"
he gives you a real professor-like look and you boop his nose. he lets you do as you wish but then he's wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "real food."
"okay."
"yeah?"
"yeah."
there's a moment of silence between you. the most comfortable kind. neither of you look away from each other's eyes, smitten and a bit giddy. excited.
"go change your shirt now, mister."
you poke a finger at his chest and almost cringe at the big wet stain you've given him. "wait, do you just have a change of clothes here with you?"
"no."
you cock a brow. "no?"
"Tony- i mean, mr. Stark, will bring me something."
"what the hell will you even tell him?"
"spilled my water." Bucky’s voice is calm as ever, deep and raspy, and all you want to do now after he's been so good to you, is to cuddle with him. "don't worry about it, doll, yeah?*
with a nod and a quiet hum, you comply. he leans to give you another kiss and an ass squeeze and then he's bidding you goodbye with a smug grin as you straighten out your clothes and collect your belongings before making your way out of his office.
you give him one last wave and disappear into the hallway, leaving Bucky standing there with a raging boner and a squirt-stained shirt.
he is not complaining.
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Honestly I probably should post palettes at the beginning of the month that they are used but I can't really do that due to the need for testing the palettes and the color value file taking up a whole day's work to format and copy values
#like my art style uses a lot of blending modes and transparency so i gotta make sure it actually works well together#like some pastel palettes flat out just do not work and the pieces end out without much contrast and way too much bright white#or worse ugly ass banding when blending in Procreate
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