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Not the absolute loser arguing with you still peddling the Aryan Invasion Theory after it has been rejected thoroughly by mainstream academia! They call us backwards right wingers while still using racist pseudoscientific theories made by the British to validate their useless beliefs. Newsflash for that loser: everyone in India migrated here at some point! Even the original indigenous people they say we "colonized." That person should go back to school before getting into arguments on social media lol.
Exactly đŻ. And whether people like it or not, the very name of the country comes from Bharata tribe from the Sindhu-Saraswati civilisation. The "Indo-Aryan" and "Dravidian" people are intricately related to each other. The reason why I put the aforementioned terms inside apostrophes is because I absolutely hate both of these terms, they are meaningless terms that were never used until the British came. Friedrich Schlegel invented the word Indo-Aryan and Robert Caldwell invented the term Dravidian. Can you just imagine how these two white men still get to define India's national identity? ïżŒ
Yes and Aryan was never a racial term. It was a term used heavily in ancient Indian and Iranian scriptures to refer to people in respect, it was never about race. When they said that India is the land of Aryas (aryavarta) they meant that it is the land of the noble people and the same goes for Iran. If anyone whoâs not Indo-Iranian is using the term to refer to themselves as a race then they should be put behind the bars. These racist mfs be going âwe wuz aryan.â Like please stfu! An Arya is a person who believes in the vedas and worships the Vedic deities lol I donât see you doing that? Mleccha mf.
The term Dravida is first seen in Sanskrit scriptures referring to the geographical location of southern India, it means a land surrounded by three water bodies aka the southern peninsula. Caldwell picked it up and gave it racist connotations aligning with the now debunked Aryan Invasion theory. They always insisted on a violent âaryanâ takeover of India and subjugation of the âindigenousâ populations when what most likely happened was that there was a gradual migration of people who integrated into the larger population and contributed to the richness of the land with their own. There is no evidence of an Aryan invasion or even a violent war, there is no sudden cultural shift or even accounts of any such invasion in any of our Indian scriptures. The Vedic scriptures are fully in line with the land, the flora and fauna mentioned in it are all Indian.
If anyone claims that Hindus and Hinduism is foreign or that Hindus are âwhite peopleâ then they are just hinduphobic zombies who donât have an iota of common sense or even basic education.
There are literally people who say shit like âRam was an Aryan invader and the Ayodhya people hated dark skinned South Indians.â And I am left cackling with the absurdity of it all cuz my dude what do you mean?? Ram himself was dark skinned!! There are literally verses in the Ramayana describing his beautiful dark skin and his good looks! Bahaha give me a break! The people of Ayodhya loved dark skinned Ram, there are no verses where the people are hating on anyone with dark skin. I am just stunned when I come across people like this on tumblr is all.
TMC is not a secular party, it's an Islamist party. It has been preaching Islamic ideology in secularism in WB for 15 years. No surprise that WB Hindus are seriously threatened by rising Jihadism in WB and Bangladesh and continuous violence against Hindus.
Thrashing victory by BJP in WB in 2026 poll is a testament of it.
Not the absolute loser arguing with you still peddling the Aryan Invasion Theory after it has been rejected thoroughly by mainstream academia! They call us backwards right wingers while still using racist pseudoscientific theories made by the British to validate their useless beliefs. Newsflash for that loser: everyone in India migrated here at some point! Even the original indigenous people they say we "colonized." That person should go back to school before getting into arguments on social media lol.
Exactly đŻ. And whether people like it or not, the very name of the country comes from Bharata tribe from the Sindhu-Saraswati civilisation. The "Indo-Aryan" and "Dravidian" people are intricately related to each other. The reason why I put the aforementioned terms inside apostrophes is because I absolutely hate both of these terms, they are meaningless terms that were never used until the British came. Friedrich Schlegel invented the word Indo-Aryan and Robert Caldwell invented the term Dravidian. Can you just imagine how these two white men still get to define India's national identity? ïżŒ
Holy fuck I just saw @tomorrowwithme battle on with an absolute fartwit who thinks Hindus and North Indians are colonisers cuz we had steppe migrations and post gupta period saw endogamy in upper caste groups which preserved their older genes (bcuz genetics) completely ignoring the fact that the Dravidians themselves descended from the ancient Iranian farmers who migrated and made the Indus Valley civilisation.
Like are we forgetting that Ror and Jaat communities have more steppe ancestry than the Brahmins btw!!? and all these populations were mixed with other communities before caste lines solidified in the Gupta period? Like these communities literally do show other ancestries from amongst various groups present in the region as well which hints at historical mixing in the population.
The aryan invasion bullshit yall keep larping about has been disproven and the historians literally rejected it long ago. We are all migrants fam, you wanna see real colonisation? Read about the Islamic invasion of India, the Portuguese takeover of Goa and the British occupation of the region that ruined us completely.
Fuckass talks about ancient pastoral migrations and thinks coloniser. This is why no one takes you seriously. (Iâm so happy cuz I clicked on their blog and found that I had them blocked a long time ago. Stupid flipping Hinduphobic shit on tumblr.)
P.s all this while calling hindublr âcoloniserblrâ or some shit like that. Can we please use cancel culture where we need it?
I also like to pardon my language because with such asinine propagandists, I don't have even an ounce of energy left for civility. But the fact that this person is spreading 19th century European racist colonialist eugenicist lies, lies that for example led to the Rwandan genocide, is extremely scary. This person even said how "killing and raping BJP supporters is okay because fascists deserve that", and there is no proof that BJP is any more fascist than Congress is. I have never ever advocated for raping and murdering an average Congress or CPI or other supporters or even blatant Hinduphobes. But look how comfortable Indian leftists are about calling for raping and killing BJP supporters. All of these incidents alone makes me really sympathise way much more for BJP even though I'm not a political person by nature. Don't these people understand that me speaking up about Hindu human rights in Pakistan and Bangladesh and them continuously sending me suggestive asks, telling me that I am a sanghi gobar gomutra fascist, makes me actually root way much more for BJP? ïżŒïżŒ
I don't think Indoeuropeans are less Indian than anyone else.
But Sanghis love to claim everyone except them are cOlOnIzErS. Usually at the same time they are torturing actual Adivasis and Dalits and Muslims, who did NOT gift us a racist colonization exploitation land theft system that's lasted over 1000s of years to 2024.
Okay then. Let's use sanghis' own logic against them. Liars and hypocrites.
And I will keep calling them Indoeuropeans (indoeuropigs if they're really asking for it) exactly because it's genetically true and it pisses them off.
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My bank does not allow international donations. I've tried numerous times. I don't know if it's the bank or the government but donations to Palestine are actively blocked when I try to make them.
Aww the colonizer dick suckers who started the most lame ugly pathetic meritless cheating and exploitation system in the world licking another colonizer's ass?
You maggots are not even fit to utter the word "Palestine".
I don't know if you know this, but all Indians have "Indo-Aryan" DNA, I think you should stop crying about your great great great great great grandma getting married to one and procreating with that absolute chad. Also, all Indians have "Dravidian" (aka Zagros Iranian farmer) DNA. Dravidians too were immigrants, which is why there is still one Dravidian language spoken in Pakistan called Brahui. Keep crying about that retard and fuck palestine đ€ŁïżŒ
When your culture's OBJECTIVE ugliness and worthless is brought out bring out the emojis of desperation. You IndoEuroPig with 100000 year degraded Steppe cum.
FuCk PaLeStINe
Did you know Palestine has higher HDI than VishwaGandGoo?
Guess having self respect and not offering one's asshole to get fucked by colonizers like a pathetic rodent has wonderful effects on societal development. đ
LMFAO so you're saying that Palestine has less hunger and higher human development index than India? That clearly shows that Palestine is not suffering under Israel, doesn't it? So all this crying about Gaza and Palestine is literally fake đïżŒ
you're not even making any fucking sense. Palestine has been having the genocide for more than 70 years according to your own sources. Like, you can't be claiming that the "7th October did not start in 2023 it started in 1947", and at the same time claim that "that's the HDI from before the genocide". With your logic, many sub-saharan African countries that are also suffering from low HDI are like so because they are "primitive subhumans" just like us Hindus, no? ïżŒ
So now you agree Palestine is under occupation so why were you saying Fuck Palestine. Does your trash religion teach you to oppress the weak and suck the cocks of the opressors like a pathetic bottom feeding leech/maggot/parasite (duh caste system) THAT much.
You cretin. The occupation is 70 years old. The GENOCIDE started in 2023. Please understand the difference between occupation and genocide.
you do know and understand that 2023 war is not the first war between Israel and Palestine, right?ïżŒ The second intifada in the early 2000s was longer than the one that started in 2023. My goodness, read a fucking book. and also you were the only one who was pulling Palestine out of nowhere. I don't give a fucking shit about Palestine. But since that is your weak spot let me just say fuck Mohammed, fuck Palestine. You can't shit on my religion, and not expect me to not say anything about your shitty Pisslam.
Now you're actively lying. You chose to comment on this post that had nothing to do with you and which I never linked to you.
You're getting more and more pathetic with each round as you pathetically try to shift the goal post and STILL get your ass handed to you and keep exposing your culture/religion for the intellectually, life applicability, and morally bankrupt joke it is.
My post from 2017. It's hardly my fault you bjppigs worked relentlessly to make Hinduism a bigger danger to India than Islam ever could even imagine becoming in its wildest dreams. That's a you problem lol.
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
how can I lie actively? Is there such thing as passive lying too? Did Prophet Mohammed not marry 6 yo. Aisha and consummate the marriage when she was prepubescent? TW: graphic description of Prophet Mohammed's pedo behaviour âŹïž
let's play a game. Let's read books on the trans-Saharan and trans-Oxanian slave trades and let's guess who were enslaving people. I'll go ahead first. Obviously the Muslims were enslaving people. they had mandate from the Quran for that. The way that Muslims feel better is that they claim that Muslim slaves were treated better than others. Of course this claim is unsubstantiated. Here's some illuminating info âŹïž ïżŒïżŒ
tiktok is such an awful app, it's almost designed to feed you misinformation and expose you to insane discourse. unlike beloved tumblr, the app that feeds me misinformation and exposes me to insane discourse
No, no, no, you see on tiktok an algorithm feeds you misinformation. On Tumblr I feed myself misinformation from my charcuterie board of hand-selected unhinged mutuals.
just saw a trailer for a new mahabharata adaptation that said it is fully powered by AI and iâm sorry but what the fuck does that mean. and also if i have to see an AI generated chakravyuh i am going to start burning things
Also. I hate that the term âmale gazeâ is so divorced from its original context. Itâs a film term. For film. And not something that youâre supposed to apply to real life people doing real life people stuff.
synopsisăbuckyâs really trying to be good, but his neighborâs frequent lustful nights, the paper thin walls of the rundown apartment complex and buckyâs trained hearing will be the death of him and any hope he has at having peace.ă18+ content ahead! ăpre-civil war!bucky, obsessive!bucky, stalking, buckyâs very pervy, f!masterbation, m!masterbation, fear play, use of vibrators and other sex toys, dubcon but the reader is into it, rough!bucky (surprise, surprise), spanking, biting, unprotected sex (piv), creampieăwc 4,2k
He knew this was wrong, so very wrong. His mind was scattered, he's been struggling for a while to figure himself out.
He had no excuse for why his hand was inside his jeans, palming himself through his boxers as he listened to your soft moans and the vibrations of whatever toy was currently between your thighs.
He liked to imagine you laid back on your bed, hand hovering just over your mouth with your other hand keeping the toy firmly pressed into you.
Bucky has been doing this for the past few nightsâlistening to you, pleasuring himself as you did the same just behind some thin dry wall.Â
Though it was easy to blame paper thin walls, he was a super soldierâtrained in the art of picking up even the faintest sounds from the furthest amount of distance.
The fall of HYDRA set Bucky free, but he was still in hiding. He rented a dirt cheap apartment in an already cheap building, bare of furniture, pictures or much belongingsâbut he was no longer owned, he was himself for the first time in decades.
He had a few things, but he always knew better than to get used to things here. He still couldn't fully trust his mind.
Which is why as confused as he felt, his pants were painfully tight around his crotch as he tried his best to ignore the nights you'd spend moaning and pleasuring yourself just beyond his wall, thinking no one was hearing you.
He remembered his first time, his past experiences with sex from before he was ever the Winter Soldierâfrom when he was James Buchanan Barnes, a man from Brooklyn.Â
It was safe to say sex shouldn't be in his mind like this, especially with just how fragile it isâyet it's all he was thinking about as his ears couldn't help but pick up every subtle noise in the apartment next door.
In your apartment.
Your soft noises were so sinful, something Bucky's never heard before. The girl he had experience with was shy, barely verbalâafter all that was a different decade entirely, premarital sex was shameful and almost feared.
He let out a slight gasp as he rubbed his thumb over his slit, feeling it leak against his calloused finger tip as he leaned his head back against the pillowsâa frustrated sigh leaving his lips.
This situation had his mind in shambles, torn between so desperately needing release from the ache in his balls to being a good man and respecting you.
He'd only really met you a few times, mostly in passing by. You'd dropped off some of your old bedding for him since he moved in with no boxesâhe played it off by saying he was slowly moving things in, and that's when you offered him some of your old things.
So how does he repay you for it? By stroking his cock to the sound of your quiet moans from self pleasure in the safety and comfort of your apartmentânot knowing he's a super soldier, not knowing what he's doing to himself with you in his mind.
He couldn't help himself, his body was against him and he was so tired of fighting it.
Pathetically heavy breaths fell from his lips as he finally pushed his jeans down over his crotch, letting them rest around his thighs just low enough so he could let his cock free.
He wrapped his flesh hand tightly around the base, stroking gently to test himself. Just a few lazy strokes in, listening to you start to come apart next door under the use of your vibrator, his own cum spilled on his favorite red shirt.
He muttered a curse, but he honestly didn't care, too wrapped up in the feeling of pure bliss from reaching his high and letting it wash back down.
That was the best he's felt in so long, finally letting it out after days of fighting the urges to do anything while listening to you.
You undid him, without even knowing it.Â
Addiction took over him, and every night he found himself jerking off to your moansâand on the nights you didn't pleasure yourself, he jerked off to anything you did.Â
Late night shower? He jerked off just hearing the water hitting off your body. On the phone with a friend? He was nutting within the first few minutes of that pretty voice of yours.
He's never felt better than when he's pleasuring himself with you in his mind, he passes by tons of pretty people but none measure up to his favorite neighbor he's been growing obsessed with.
This morning was different for Bucky, you were passing by with a small smile shot right at him, your finger hooked in the keychain of your car keys and your purse slung over your shoulder.
Any words, greeting or anything sweet in return seemed almost evil. You were a girl he was obsessed with, yet he felt such guilt whenever he wanted to interact with you knowing damn well what he does in his private time.
"Morning, William." You chimed, sing-song before turning the corner. William, his fake name he muttered out of exhaustion and fear of giving away his real one.
He frowned, watching you leave for work like you did everyday at eight in the morning on the dot.Â
He felt deep guilt, like he was tainted with sin even when he wasn't the Winter Soldierâfor some reason, it was something about you that made him like this.
You were beautiful, you were so sweet to him despite him barely ever saying a word to you, and most of all your moans were the exact oppositeâsinful, tempting and dangerous.
His guilt was because if he didn't have super soldier serum and trained hearing, you would've had the privacy you thought you had all this time, and Bucky wouldn't be able to get off every night just at the sounds of you.
This was torture, he was sure. He heard every squelch of your soaked cunt around whatever silicone object you were dipping into you in slow thrusts, the sounds of you whining so prettily and trying to be as quiet as possible.
He promised himself he would stop, trying to ease his obsession away since his guilt was becoming too much to bare.
Safe to say, he was helpless to his sinful desires and body that was begging for you. Of course he was ashamed, but the guilt just makes his desire burn hotter.
Your breathing was heavy, quiet whines slipping past your lips as you played with the toy, dipping it in a direct angle down inside.Â
He closed his eyes tight, stroking higher up his tip after he watched a small bead of precum form at his slit.Â
He was so painfully close, just one more good stroke and his cum would spill over his belly.
That was, until you moaned his nameâWilliam. It took him just a second before his body froze, his climax forgotten in a wave of confusion and almost shock.
You'd been having fantasies about him? Your next door neighbor that gave you a fake name and a boring one liner the day you welcomed him, the same guy who's been a mindless assassin for decades and killed hundreds of people?Â
This is the first time he's heard his fake name uttered, there might have been countless times where you thought about himâwhere you made yourself cum while thinking about his body, his face.
He let out a slight shutter, his cock still hard at the sound of you and aching to be touched again, brought to another climax while you were still going just beyond his wall.
You were going to be the death of him.
Bucky sat up in frustration, a frown pulling on his lipsâif you were having fantasies about him and he was having fantasies about you, his next decision seemed clear to him; storm over to your apartment andâŠ
He let out a heavy sigh, tipping his head back before he could let himself get overwhelmed with arousal and some less than innocent thoughts.
You don't know he can hear you, that's exactly what gets him every single timeâit's an invasion of privacy, it's disgusting, it's pervertedâyet deep down he loves everything that it is. He needs it, he craves itâhe craves you.
You didn't realize just how much until Bucky was knocking at your door one night, he knew exactly what you were doingâhe wanted to catch you like this.
Scrambling to hide your vibrator under your bedding, you stepped off the bed and grabbed your sleeping shorts off the floor where you had discarded them just a few minutes ago.
"Hang on just a second!"Â
You let out a heavy breath as you made sure your apartment looked neat before speed walking over to open the door.
The first thing he noticed was your disheveled hair, making his jaw clench tightly in restraint.Â
"Oh, William." You said, shoulders relaxing slightly but your face starting to heatâhe was just the person you were picturing in your head as you jabbed the speed button higher with your thumb to get yourself off, to the thought of him.
He cleared his throat, "I wanted to thank you for the bedding." He excused, voice gruff and laced with hunger he didn't know he had in him as his gaze dropped down to your sleeping shorts and bare legs.
You let out a breath of amusement, smiling in the way that pulled at the corner of your mouth. "That was over a week agoâŠ"
He hummed, barely hearing the five words you spoke. His eyes trailed up your body, knowing damn well the patch of wetness between your thighs wasn't going anywhere.
It was hot under his gazeâtemperature wise, though his eyes fixated on your body definitely made your situation worse. "And, I heard you⊠through the wall." He added, making your heart drop into your stomach and your knees feel like a newborn deer.
Jesus christ.
Your face heated deeper, parting your lips to apologize or maybe lie about it and blame it on a show you were watchingâbut he cut you off, stepping into your apartment. "Thin walls." He said bluntly, hands in his brown jacket pockets as if he didn't just step right into your apartment and force you back into it.
"I'm sorry, the scenes in this show you wouldn't believeâ" You lied, a nervous laugh escaping your dry throat as you stepped back away from your door and yet again he cuts you off with a distasteful expression.
Like you personally offended him.Â
He shuts the door behind him slowly, giving you time to run if you wantedâyou didn't, he knew that.Â
"Not the first time, though." He spoke up, gaze drifting down your body again as your apartment door clicked shut. "I've heard you a lot of times over the past couple weeks. You do it a lotâŠ"Â
If your face wasn't tomato red, then clearly you've never seen oneâit almost burned from pure embarrassment and also arousal that he was pinning you in your apartment like this.
You let out a shaken breath, "I, uhm," You started, barely even going anywhere with your sentence.Â
"I wanna see you do it." He said bluntly, his eyes boring into yours in a way that made your stomach both drop and tingle at the same time.
"Wanna see me⊠do what?" You asked, embarrassingly shifting your weight to your other foot as you were struggling to hold his direct eye contact.
Bucky stepped forward, walking slowly as you backed up until your legs hit the back of your bed frame and you stopped.
He towered over you easily, his hands not daring to touch youânot because he didn't burn and ache to man-handle you, but because he was terrified of actually hurting you or slipping back into the Winter Soldier.
Bucky was still holding onto himself with a grasp, his mind still fragile from recent eventsâand yet every part of you seems to break his mind even more in a completely different way.
He leaned forward until you were bending back, and then sitting on your bed. He dipped his knee into the mattress just beside you, and his metal hand reached under the blanket to grab your vibrator you had stashed under the comforter.Â
"I wanna see the little thing that makes you moan so pretty-like." He said lowly, voice laced with need and desire you've never heard before.
'William'Â wasn't a man of very many words, an occasional grunt or nod your wayâbut a lingering cold stare that made your thighs squeeze a little tighter whenever you made eye contact with him from across the hall.
You had no idea who he really was, you had no idea he'd been fucking his fist to you every night like a prayerâand no idea of the darker things he's done beyond that, beyond you.
"You're serious?" You breathed, leaning back as he towered further over you, forcing you to lay back against the sheets.
He didn't answer, his metal hand coming up to gently hold your chinâthe word gentle never being used in the same sentence as his metal hand before now, though that was the irony.
The cold of the metal felt chilled against your skin, in a way that almost made you shiver. He always hid himself under a glove with a long sleeve shirt like now, except the glove was a mask he let slip off, and you were seeing him for everything he is.
Your eyes trailed to the metal, and you slowly started questioning where you've seen the silver texture beforeâmaybe on TV, maybe on the news, maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.
Bucky noticed immediately as you started to ponder, and before you could reach the idea, his metal hand moved to grip your face to force your eyes on his.
"Show me." His voice was low, an order you didn't dare to disobeyâhe moved the vibrator closer and placed it in your open hand that laid on the bed, closing your fingers over it as you let him completely control you.
"I know just how ready you are, don't waste my time." He warned softly, flesh hand coming up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, the switch up giving you whiplash. "Please. Just let me watch."
You swallowed, still staring up at him as your fingers tightened around the object.
He could sense your hesitation, but his heavy gaze was urging you to follow through. You reached up your waist to take ahold of your waistband, slowly pushing it down your hips as he stayed towered over you on the bed.
A satisfied hum left his throat, his gaze dropping to your bare skin being revealed. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip after wetting it with his tongue, watching you press your thumb into the power and hearing the buzz he's only ever heard faintly.
He wasn't fully pushed over the edge until you pressed the vibrator against yourself, and held back the noises he was so desperate for you to make in front of him.
His metal hand slid up your waist, starting to pin your hip down into the bed as he moved so he was fully on top of you. "Are you not understanding me?"Â
The sound of his voice was making you weak, a shutter escaping your lips and a breathy moan all in one. "PleaseâI can't do this in front of you..." You begged quietly.
He wished he could say that didn't go straight to his cock, but the prominent outline even in the thick material of his jeans was a direct giveaway.Â
The same metal hand that was once holding your hip down was now slowly moving to your lower midriff, no longer pinning down but instead just holding you in place.Â
Your fingers twitched as he took the vibrator from you, pressing the button until it buzzed as loud as it could and moving it to start easing it up your slick folds.
A pathetic moan escaped your lips, turning your head away. "Look at me or I'll stop." He said sharply, making you pull your gaze back up to him, eyebrows knitting together as you struggled to hold back the moans that were now spilling sweetly from your lips.
This is exactly how Bucky wanted you, perfect and loud just for him. You were a prized possession he finally achieved, he was as obsessed as ever watching your face contort under him.Â
He knew just how wrong this was, just how badly this could compromise him and even endanger you. The back of his mind wouldn't stop, neither would the ache for you, the desireâbut, he couldn't tell if this was his desire, or the Winter Soldier coming out once again in a very different way.
"I'm gonna cum, pleaseâŠÂ fuck." You moaned shamelessly, chest rising and falling with every heavy breath you took.Â
His hand that rested on your lower midriff began traveling up, lifting your shirt with it until your soft tits were spilling out from under the tight shirt. Your thighs tightened around the toy, making his hand come back down to push them apart so you were beautifully spread for him.
His touch was burning hot, spreading you with force that made the last band finally snap, pushing you to the brink and letting your orgasm pull you in.
The moan you let out was pornographic, your legs squeezing shut around his hand and the toy as you let the sinful wave wash over you. Your eyes closed, tingle spreading through your stomach as you rode out your orgasm.
With a shameful shutter, Bucky's tip wet the fabric of the inside of his jeans. Just from watching you come undone so beautifully, like nothing he's ever had the pleasure of seeing before, he came in his pants. He inhaled slowly, glancing down at his pants after a moment. The stain wasn't prominent, but the material of his jeans were thick, hiding it well.
After a few deep breaths and your body sinking back into your bed, you lifted your gaze to him slowly sinking further into you, lips pressing firmly into yours.
You didn't have the breath to continue, but he didn't care, he sucked it right from you. His hands were still pinning you down, trapping you firmly to your bed. You inhaled immediately when he broke the kiss to trail it right down your jaw, like a hungry man starved of human touch for far too long.Â
"Williamâ" You spoke, breathy and almost voicelessâhe didn't even let you speak past the first incorrect name, his flesh hand smacked harshly up against your ass, making a mix of a gasp and a yelp slip from your lips.
"Bucky." He corrected lowly, making your eyebrows knit in confusion, but his lips and teeth were too busy working your neck and jaw for your poor confused brain to catch up.Â
"Bucky?âŠ" You moaned breathlessly, feeling his metal hand slowly come to hold your throat in a firm grip, feeling the goosebumps on your skin.
He let out a low hum of approval, not elaborating and frankly you didn't care. His teeth were sinking deep into your skin just above your collarbone, almost causing you to bleed under them.
A whine was trapped in your throat, your legs trying to wrap around his waist but he kept you firmly in place, he controlled you in a way you've never been controlled before.
Men were disappointingâaverage and almost pitiful to the point you throw them a bone. Bucky was definitely not someone to throw a bone to, he was throwing them at you instead and your body was begging and pleading for more of him.
When he pulled off of you, he left a chill in his wake, his hands pulling on the belt he bought already worn in. He wiped himself off on your sheets, not caring much about your cleanliness or the silk material.Â
You barely caught a glimpse before he leaned back down into you and pressed his lips against yoursâyou could feel his cock against your bare stomach, still hard and wet tipped.Â
He was huge against you, it made your stomach drop in anxiety of him stretching you out until you physically couldn't take itâif you even could to begin with.
He could sense your fear, the way your hair on the back of your neck was rising, the way your skin was goosebumped and chilled to the touch despite his burning hot touch. He fed on it, he took advantage of it, pulling you up and flipping you over like you weighted nothing.
"Wait," You moaned against the pillows, his knees already planting themselves to cage you in under him. His metal fingers planted deep into the plump of your skin, his flesh hand lining up his cock to your dripping hole.
He pressed down into you, chest against your bare back. "I know you can take it." He growled against your ear, hot breath on your lobe as he pushed into you slowly, the burning stretch making you squeeze your eyes shut, a pained whine leaving your throat. "Think I didn't hear every nasty, wet, and sloppy sound this pretty little pussy makes when you're in here all alone?"
His hand pushed your head deeper into the pillow, slowly sinking deeper in until he was bottoming out inside of you. "You were really testing me, moanin' a fake name and everything⊠like you wanted me to come in here and correct you." He grunted, flesh hand coming to fist your hair.
You could barely mutter an apology, breathless from the stretch that knocked the air from your lungs and robbed you of space between your legs. He could see your pretty eyes staring up at the ceiling, half way rolled back before he even started moving.
A low, mean chuckle escaped his lips, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. "Shh, baby. Take it like my good fucking girl, okay? Shit, you're so tightâŠ"
He closed his eyes, arms coming to wrap tight around you to keep you from wiggling, giving him a good grip to fuck into you with. His hips made sinful wet slaps against yours, fucking into you like a jack rabbit mating.Â
He was a man possessed and a man with very little time to get what he wanted, not being able to tell himself apart from the Winter Soldier right nowâyour cunt being the only salvation he had, and yet also the thing that was pulling his mind deeper apart.
"You know what I wanna hear? Hm?" He coaxed, grunting as his thrusts slowed so his metal hand could grip your face, squeezing your cheeks as your mascara melted slightly from the tears of the previous burn turned into wet hot pleasure. "C'mon, who's a good girl?"Â
Moans we're slipping from your lips like you were begging, your words incomprehensible, just soft gibberish and pleasure cries against his metal hand. "'m a good girl." You groaned, eyebrows knitting together as you pushed yourself down into the pillows, feeling your orgasm nearing it's corner.
"My fucking girl." He corrected with a stinging slap against your ass cheek, leaning up as his gaze was fixated on your every movement. His hands trailed down to grip your waist, his thrusts smooth in rhythm and cruel in force. Your stomach curled as you gripped the sheets in your fist, face buried in the pillow that your arms were wrapped around.
Your orgasm was crashing over you like a vengeful storm, rain and hail storming against your roof. Your deep moan muffled by the pillows made Bucky pick up his pace, soon coming to a halt as he spilled deep inside you without warning.Â
He groaned deeply, pushing down into your back again as he held himself right there until he was good and finished. You were too fucked out and out of breath to argue, yet silently hoping this wasn't the end of it.
Once his breathing evened out, he sat up with his cock slipping out of you. Your gaping pussy leaking slowly with a strong bead of white. His metal thumb pulled your fold to the side, watching with satisfaction as it dripped down on your stained sheets.
Your leg moved up, steadying yourself weakly as your breathing evened out as well. You turned around to find him snapping your vibrator in half with his metal hand like it was cheap plasticâit definitely wasn't.
His only words, his only excuse, gruff and dry just as when you met himâlike he hadn't just fucked you like you've never been fucked before:
"I'm right next door."
The invitation clear and straight forward, leaving you with a new option to think about than any half satisfactory toy or even less satisfactory manâBucky was there, just for you, right across the hall.
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We need to seriously talk about how conservative dressing culture and modesty policing has been adopted by Hindus over the centuries that our people spent under foreign rulers who often shamed our people for their lack of full body covering clothes. We were always a culture that dressed accordingly to the climate and weather of our land, we didnât cover most of our body and that was never a problem back then but along the years and after the brutal invasions and colonisation of our land our people have basically adopted these foreign ideals as âIndian cultureâ and it sucks so fucking bad. Someone pointed out what happened in Rishikesh recently where a bunch of idiots tried to moral police candidates of the Miss Rishikesh beauty pageant and I was literally so pissed to see that. These people donât even realise what they are advocating for. This isnât actually Indian culture.
