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@jamestheratboi
I made a couple of flow charts for the ace and aro spectrums! Not meant to be taken 100% factual- you know yourself better than a basic flowchart. They’re mainly just for fun, though they can also be a good start for anyone questioning!
(Free to use as long as you keep my url on them and aren’t making money off it!)
this is so good omg
Death before detransition.
these two are really doing it for me. the fucking arm. thats beefy bucky barnes right there. those fucking fingers bruh. oh my god. u can’t even form correct words i just. WOW.
“fuck the government”
girl, best believe I want to. badly.
HANNIGRAM X QUIET FORCEMASC INTENTIONS
• Hannibal seeing masculinity in someone long before they do. Not correcting softness, only refining it. Treating masculinity like an art form instead of a performance.
• Will recognizing “male loneliness” in you instantly. The exhausted, half-feral kind. The kind that lives in oversized jackets and eye bags and silence.
• Hannibal adjusting your tie with bloodless surgeon hands and saying something devastating like, “You wear masculinity as though it was always meant for you.”
• Will teaching masculinity accidentally. Sleeves rolled up. Scruff. Quiet competence. Looking dangerous only because he looks tired.
• masculinity that is:
- damp curls
- visible veins
- old leather
- bruised knuckles
- standing in kitchens at 2am
- low voices
- dark circles
- restraint instead of aggression
- pretty enough to unsettle people
• Hannibal liking when masculinity becomes monstrous around the edges. Beautiful boys turning wolfish. Hunger hidden beneath politeness.
• Will looking at you for too long after you cut your hair shorter.
• Hannibal buying you tailored clothing because “structure changes the way one inhabits oneself.”
• “You are becoming,” Hannibal says softly, like it’s the most inevitable thing in the world.
i yearn for a body that i cannot have
never let the fact that you were born a girl stop you from being the gayest man alive
Aro culture is ending up feeling like that still image from Disney's Tangled with Flynn Rider being surrounded by a bunch of swords any time you express that you think kissing your friends should be more normalized.
a few edits for your perusal!
and, a template you can easily throw in paint or some shit:
People need to understand that the point ISN’T “being single is not a failure if you’re aromantic”, the point is being single is not a failure full stop.
You can be allo and be single; it’s allowed. You feeling attraction doesn’t mean your priority NEEDS to be finding romance (it can be! But it also can not).
Being single should be normalized no matter what your romantic/sexual orientation is. It isn’t a tragedy.
brighter 📸✨📺
hes so fuckin fineeee i cantt
so freeing to be aro lowkey. kissing's just a thing. hugging's just a thing. consent extends to all interactions. the boundaries of a relationship are solely determined by those involved. just do what you want and call it what you want the lines are made up reject the cages of society kiss your friends be gay platonicly no one who matters cares
Tony: "Y/N, the Winter Soldier has you pinned down on the carpet, hand around your throat. What's the first thing you do?"
Y/N: "I look him the eyes. And I tell him, 'Harder, Daddy!'"
Discovery
18+ Mature content. Bottom Bucky Barnes. Bottom Character. DILF Bucky Barnes. Top Male reader. Both characters have cocks. Age gap.
DILF! Bucky Barnes x Male Reader
If someone ever told you a few years ago that dads were hotter than their son and daughter, you would have laughed at their faces by how ridiculous it sounded to you during that time.
But now that you were older, more mature, in college, your way of seeing that take had changed slightly. Especially when the dad of your best friend entered the kitchen, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants while you stood there drinking a glass of water. He didn’t notice you at first, you could tell he just woke up from a long nap from how his eyelids were still closed and how he yawned. When he grabbed an empty glass and then turned around towards the sink, right where you stood, his eyes slightly widened as he blinked twice.
“Oh hi, haven’t seen you there..” His sleepy voice accompanied by his naked torso, his beard and grey hair, had turned something on in you. “I’m James, call me Bucky.” You still didn’t say anything, your cheeks slowly turning pink as your mind screamed at you to say something, anything! Bucky didn’t say anything else as well, he just signaled with his finger at the sink, asking in silence if you could give him access. That’s when you woke up.
“M-my bad, sure, hi sir- I mean James- I mean Bucky- I mean-” The voice of your friend entering the kitchen interrupted your stuttering and mess of words, which you mentally thanked for her glorious presence as you moved away from the sink.
Bucky turned around with his glass of water with a sleepy smile to see his daughter. “Hey bunny, who’s your funny friend?”
“Dad! I told you to please put on a shirt when my friends are here!” She groaned as she took you by the wrist.
The older man groaned as he took a sip of his water. Please sir, do NOT put on a shirt, you screamed mentally.
“I’m s-sorry, I shouldn’t-” you started clumsily, you didn’t even know why you were apologising.
“Y/n, don’t apologise, it’s not your fault my father can’t respect people’s eyes.” Respect people’s eyes?? Man was blessing you with that view. Bucky just rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed. Your friend dragged you out of the kitchen so you two could keep working on the project you had to do.
Since that day at your best friend’s house, you realised you might have a thing for your friend’s dad. He always appeared in your mind and whenever you went to her house, you silently hoped Bucky would be there as well, as your friend told you he sometimes had business trips to go to.
The times he was at home when your friend invited you to her place, your heart would beat faster every time he came in the same room as you were. And you’d find yourself staring at him. While he prepares to go to work, you’d stare at how good he looks in a suit. When he’s eating, you’d be staring. While he’s watching TV, you’re still staring.
He once invited you and your friend to go hiking, and you gladly accepted. And oh god, you did good on accepting. Bucky went with you and your friend wearing a sleeveless top, and the way his biceps kept bulging had you hypnotized.
“Do you workout a lot?” you asked him when you three took a break, your friend went to take pictures of the fauna around.
Bucky shrugged before flexing his arm, your eyes widened at the sight. “Not a lot, I try to stay fit though.”
Yeah, you were down bad for your best friend’s dad.
One night, your friend invited you over for a sleep over. Bucky joined you two for a marathon of movies, he sat by your side on the couch and you could feel the warmth coming from his body. You tried so hard not to do anything stupid.
After two movies, your friend said she was going to sleep, so you stayed alone with Bucky on the same couch, ready to watch the third movie.
“Hey, Y/n,” he called you while the movie started.
“Y-yes sir?”
He chuckled under his breath as he shook his head. “I told you to call me Bucky.”
You blushed slightly. “S-sorry. Right, Bucky.”
Bucky hummed in approval, he took the beer can he was drinking from and took a sip. “Do you like boys?”
For a moment you thought you heard wrong. “Excuse me?”
Still without looking at you, he repeated his question. “Do you like boys? Men, I mean. Are.. are you gay?” He turns to look at you in the eyes, gosh, those blue eyes of his.
Oh. You felt your cheeks get hotter, your eyes now looking down at the floor. “Uhm, I’ve been thinking about it.. I’m not sure.” Bucky hummed at the answer.
“I also went through that, you may now guess the conclusion I came to now that I’m divorced from my ex-wife.” You went back to look at him, surprised, as if he had said the most scandalous and fascinating thing ever. Was he saying..? And as if Bucky was reading your mind, he quickly added, “I’m gay.”
“Oh.. that’s.. that’s great,” you stuttered without thinking, which earned you a soft laugh from Bucky.
“Is it great that I’m gay?”
Oh shit. “I-I did not mean it like that, sir- I mean Bucky!”
Bucky just kept smiling at you, finding your reactions.. kinda cute.
Silence took over for a moment, you two were staring at each other, your eyes drifting towards his lips, and his eyes drifting towards your lips. The distance between you two shortened slowly, until your lips clashed with his.
It was a soft, tender kiss at first, the wet sound of your lips pulling away, sounding louder than the movie, in your opinion.
“Y/n..” Bucky pants, his eyes locked with yours.
“Bucky…” You take another deep inhale before going at him, catching his lips with yours in another kiss. His warm hands find your waist while yours go to his chest for support.
As you pulled back once more, his head tilted to one side, the corner of his lips curling into a soft smirk. “You do know I could be your dad, right?”
“Who cares?”
The sound of kissing resonated between the four walls of Bucky’s bedroom. He laid on his back on his king size bed while you were on top of him. His hands never left your waist, he kept catching your lips for more kisses, addicted, and you didn’t oppose him. You needed this just like him.
Your hands caressed his body, and you could feel how he shuddered under your touch. Your lips went lower from his softer ones, going down his strong jaw, then his neck and shoulder. He sighed, pleased.
“My daughter is sleeping in the other room..” he informed.
“Then we better be quiet.” He let out a soft moan at your response, you could feel his hardness pressing against yours. You wanted this, and he did too. “Where do you-”
“Drawer, bottom one,” he cut you off. You opened the drawer and found a bottle of lube with a box of condoms there. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but I’m always prepared. Don’t worry, they’re not expired.”
It was your turn to smile. You lowered down to give him another soft kiss while your hand caressed the side of his cheek, his beard scratching the palm of your hand. “This is my first time with a man, have some patience with me, okay?”
Bucky chuckled as he nodded his head. “Just don’t call me Daddy or anything like that.”
You agreed with him, as you didn’t want to make this weird.
The process of you removing each other's clothes was slow, accompanied with open mouthed kisses and soft panting. The temperature seemed to rise in the room, your bodies sweating slightly, seeking friction with each other.
You put some lube on your fingers, rubbing them nice and slow before slowly pushing them inside his tight hole.
“Fuck..” he grunted under his breath. You stopped pushing your fingers inside, thinking you hurt him. “No, no, don't ... don't stop. It’s alright, keep pushing.” You listened, half of your fingers already inside. “Hmmm, that’s it.. nice and slow.”
Your cock was throbbing by each sound he made, and by each sound his tight hole made as well. When your fingers were fully inserted inside his tight, clenching hole, you didn’t move for a minute, feeling how Bucky tried to relax his muscles.
“Gosh,” he laughed. “It’s really been a while. Hmmph.”
“Relax, take your time,” you said softly, taking a leg of his with your hand and bringing his ankle close to your mouth to leave a delicate kiss on its side.
“Boy, believe me when I tell you I have more experience in this than you.” At that comment, you open your fingers in a scissoring motion, making him arch his back and bite his lip. “Fu-..ck!”
A smirk comes to your lips. “Shh, we don’t want to wake up your daughter, now do we?” He threw you a glare, but his body didn’t agree with him, as his hips started to rock forward slowly fucking himself in your fingers. That was hot.
“Shut it, boy. Hmmph. Hahh. Gi-give me what I want now…”
Your cock throbbed again, already leaking. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
Bucky chuckled. “Of course I am, this ain’t my first ride.”
You just roll your eyes before positioning yourself, lining your cock with his hairy hole. Alright, this shouldn’t be so hard. You slowly started to push in, listening to Bucky grunt softly, his inner muscles were putting some resistance, but they didn’t resist for too long as the older man quickly relaxed.
It was so warm inside him, so tight, it felt better than any pussy you had ever taken in your life. “Fuck..” you grunted.
“Hmm.. feels good, right?” Yes it did feel good, a little too tight perhaps, but still very good.
“Ungh.. this is definitely something else..” Bucky let out a breathy laugh before groaning when you started to move your hips. “Fuck.. so tight..”
Bucky kept staring right where your bodies were connected with a feverish, dazed look in his eyes. “That’s it. That’s it- hmmph. Faster.. fuck.. I need you to go faster.” You took a minute or two to compose yourself, the way his hole clenched around you had you dazed, on the edge of losing control. The older man noticed that, he bit his lip and clenched around you a little more.
“FU-..-ck.. d-don’t do that.” you gasped.
“Already too much? I thought your generation was supposed to be better at this.” The cocky tone of his rubbed something in you.
With a grunt you gathered some strength and pushed your cock all the way in, your balls hitting his asscheeks. Bucky let out a gasp, his mouth wide open but no sound came out from him. You were already panting, but the feeling was too good. Your hips rocked slowly inside him, the soft “plap” of skin adding to the pleasure.
Your hands gripped under his thighs as you pushed them closer to his chest. “Huff.. huff.. gosh.”
A hand went to the back of your head and pulled you towards him, your lips clashing together in a passionate kiss. “You’re doing good… oh fuck you’re doing so good,” his praises kept fogging your mind. “Faster, harder.. ngh.. I won’t break, I promise.”
And as if his words were orders, your hips started to move faster on him, the slapping of skin becoming louder and the grip on your hair tighter.
“Bucky.. Bucky. Shit..” you panted close to his mouth, he silenced you with another kiss.
“Can’t.. ugh. Have my daughter wake up.. even if you- ah! huff.. even if you sound so pretty when moaning my name..” His husky words were directly sent at your cock, making it throb with excitement.
You hid your face on the crook of his neck as your hips increased the pace, Bucky’s hands quickly lowered to your back, his nails digging on your skin. His cock was so hard and leaking on his stomach, it was such a pretty sight. “Bucky.. you feel so.. nghh, so good. So good..” Your words came out as a soft slur, which gained a soft strained chuckle from him.
“That’s it boy.. gi-give me every-thing.. haahh, making me feel so good. So full. G-good job.” A groan escaped your lips, gosh you didn’t notice how much you were sweating. You couldn’t help but take a deep inhale on the crook of his neck, he smelled just like you would imagine, an expensive cologne mixed with sweat and a small hint of beer and cigarette. You hummed, pleased, and left soft kisses on his neck, which made Bucky whine a little.
“Bucky.. i’m close.. I don’t think I can- aahh..” His hand caressed the back of your head as he gave you a feverish smile.
“You did so good.. cum, cum for me.” His words registered in your mushy brain as an order, as your cock obeyed.
With a groan coming out from you as you big the pillow under him, your cock throbbed as it spurted a thick load inside the condom you were wearing. Bucky moaned softly at how warm it felt inside, how he felt the condom fill inside his hole. You collapsed on top of him, exhausted, his hand never stopping the soft caresses on your hair. “Good job, hmmm, very good,” he praised almost as a whisper. No words came out from you, just a soft hum as you slowly drifted away to sleep.
The next morning, your brain was still processing the events of last night. Your coffee cup still in your hand, you stared at the wall in front of you.
“Are you okay, Y/n? You look like a zombie,” your friend commented, slightly concerned. You blinked slowly.
Bucky enters the dining room, fresh from the shower, with a towel hanging on his shoulder. “Good morning bunny, good morning Y/n,” he gave you a soft smile, almost amused, and your cheeks turned pink.
“Do you have a fever, Y/n? You’re red all of the sudden,” you felt bad for your friend, if only she knew.
“Let him be, bunny, he’s just tired, we spent almost all night watching movies.” You wanted to melt into a puddle from the way he was smiling at you with a devilish glint in his blue eyes.
“Y-yeah, I’m just tired.” You stuttered.
Your friend didn’t seem so convinced, but did not push further into the matter.
Bucky drank from his coffee cup. “Hmm, bunny, you should invite Y/n to our camping trip, it’s going to be a great experience for him.”
Pictures of possible scenarios came quickly to your mind.
Yeah, it would be a great experience.
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