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or - your sugar baby has been neglecting you for three straight days, and you've come to claim what's yours.
content warning: sugar mommy!reader x camboy!bucky, mature themes, smut (dom!reader x sub!bucky, rough play, degradation kink, mommy kink, oral sex, penetrative sex, face slapping), fluff.
The sound of your heels reaches his ears mere seconds before the sweet scent of your expensive perfume hits his nose. Bucky sits on the edge of his bed, heart racing as he waits in silent anticipation.
When his bedroom door slams open, he can't help but jump slightly, eyes wide.
"What the fuck, James?" You spit harshly, kicking the door shut behind you, making a dent in the wood with your sharp heel. "Three days. Three fucking days of you canceling plans and refusing to see me. I have needs, James."
He swallows thickly, saying nothing.
"Look at you. Half fucking naked for the camera," You rant bitterly, walking further into the room. "Is that why you've been neglecting me? Because you jerk off all day for your audience while I'm at work, and then you're spent by the time I cross your mind?"
Still remaining silent, he watches as you pace the floor with frustration.
"Leaving me hanging as though I'm a piece of shit," You grumble. "Playing with the toys that I fucking paid for, for those stupid girls and boys that watch you." Walking over to him, you grab his chin in your hand. "I don't give a fuck what you do when I'm not here. I'm good at sharing, Jamie. But mommy needs to get her fair share of what she owns. Do you understand me?"
He nods, his eyes never once daring to leave yours.
Taking hold of his bicep, you pull him to his feet and drag him over to the full-length mirror. "Look at yourself, slut," You order him sternly. "Who do you belong to, huh?"
Bucky lets out a shaky breath before answering, "I belong to you, mommy."
"That's right," You say. "Now, get on your fucking knees."
He immediately drops to the floor, his lips parting as you move to stand in front of him.
Running a hand through his hair, you tug on the ends, forcing him to look up at you. "Let me make something clear, James. I'm going to take exactly what I want from you," You tell him flatly. "You're not gonna hold back from me anymore. You're not gonna keep me at a distance anymore. You're mine, and I will treat you as such. Do you understand?"
"Yes," He replies quickly in a hushed voice.
"What was that?" You frown down at him. "I don't think I fucking heard you."
"Yes, mommy," Bucky says louder, with more conviction. His eyes are filled with desire and delight as his heart races. You're so hot when you're angry.
"That's my good boy," You praise, making his eyes soften. Standing up straight, you slowly begin to roll up your skirt. "Ready to make me feel good, baby?"
He nods, moving closer to you. "Please, mommy."
The second your skirt is fully around your waist, he presses his lips to your inner thighs, kissing upwards. Your panties are pushed to the side by his gloved fingers and his mouth immediately latches onto your wanting cunt. With a desperation, Bucky laps at your pussy, his pretty eyes on your face as he watches you writhe and moan.
"That's it," You mumble, running your hand through his hair. "You missed my taste, didn't you, puppy?"
He lifts up one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder, giving him more access to your entrance. Slowly, he brings his fingers up to your folds before pushing one of them inside you.
"Jamie," You gasp, tugging his hair. "Other hand."
His eyes light up and he brings his gloved hand up, replacing his flesh finger with one of his metal ones.
"Glove off," You order, your heart racing.
He pulls away from your heat, concern flickering in his eyes. "Are you sure-"
"Glove off," You repeat emphatically, digging your hand into his shoulder.
Bucky complies, biting the tip of his glove and pulling it off before sinking a cold, metal finger into your throbbing pussy. The sensation makes your body convulse in utter pleasure, and he speeds up his pace. His tongue finds its way back to your clit, licking and sucking on it.
"Making me feel so fucking good," You moan, watching his pretty lashes flutter. "Such a good puppy for me."
He lights up at your praise, letting out whimpers against your pussy. Adding another finger, he curls them inside you, making your legs shake. With a new determination, Bucky sucks and gently bites on your clit while fingering you faster, giving you no opportunity to catch your breath.
"Puppy," You cry out, pulling his hair harshly. "You're gonna make me cum."
A hum of delight leaves his throat, and the way his blue eyes burn with fervor and relish pull your orgasm to the edge. In seconds, you're gushing all over his face, screaming out his name as your mind swirls with euphoria.
He continues lapping at your cunt until you push his head away from your sensitive clit, falling to your own knees in front of him. "Lay back," You say curtly, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing him down. Watching you as you unbuckle his pants and pull out his swollen, leaking cock, Bucky swallows thickly, and you can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. His cock sits thick and heavy in your hands as you stroke it softly, teasing him with feather-light touches.
"Please," He whines, throwing his head back against the floor. "Please, mommy."
Pouting, you straddle his waist. "What is it, baby? What do you want?" You ask him teasingly.
He takes in a shaky breath, his pretty lips parting as he looks up at you. "Please, make me cum."
You lean forward and give his cheek a gentle kiss. "Do you deserve it?"
"I'll be good," He promises with a whisper. "I'll be your good boy."
"How?" You press, feeling his cock throb incessantly against your palm.
"Anything," His tone is low and desperate, his eyes glossy. "I'll never ignore you again. Never cancel on you again, I swear."
"What a sweetheart," You coo softly, bringing your lips to his. Admittedly, you've missed his kiss, and so you take great pleasure in it. His hands move up to your waist, holding you tightly against his body as your tongues dance. Bucky kisses you as though you're his life source, his hips slowly bucking up against you.
You pull away after a few moments to catch your breath, and he chases your lips, craning his neck up to you. "Please," He mumbles in a drunken stupor. "Need you, mommy. Need you so bad."
Unable to hold back any more, you sink down onto his cock, moaning as he stretches your pussy out around his thick shaft. He sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, filling you up.
"Oh, Jamie," You utter, pinning his arms to the ground. "Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes," His answer comes almost immediately. "Please, mommy, ride my cock."
You begin to ride him slowly, moaning at the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you. Perfectly, your bodies fit together, as though they were written to be one.
"You've kept yourself from me for so long," You mumble, looking down at him. "Starved me of what belongs to me."
"I'm sorry, mommy," Bucky whimpers, slightly thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours.
You let go of one of his arms and instead wrap your hand around his throat, leaning forward to meet his eyes. "Who do you belong to, James?"
"You," He whispers weakly, cheeks tinging pink.
"Not good enough," You growl. "Louder."
"I belong to you, mommy," He says with more conviction. "Every part of me is yours, forever."
"Say it," You order him through gritted teeth, riding him faster. "I want to hear it from my puppy's pathetic little mouth. Who do you live for, hmm?"
"You," He answers obediently, letting out low groans. "I live for you."
"That's right," You mutter, letting go of his throat and stroking his cheek. "I'm all you need."
His hand rests on top of yours, his eyes aglow with submission. "Hit me," He whispers, making your heart skip a beat. "Please, mommy."
Unable to deprive him of that which he wants, you pull your hand off his cheek before striking it, making it redden. A shaky breath leaves his mouth and his eyes remain stuck to yours.
"Again," He implores. "Harder."
Your hips lift up and down on his cock as you slap his face once more, making him whimper. His cock twitches inside you, his mouth letting out pretty whines.
"Thank you, mommy," He says in a daze, floating on a cloud of splendor.
"Ready, baby?" You ask him, tightening your grip on his neck. "Gonna be a good puppy and give me all your seed?
Your hand finds its way back to his throat which you hold tightly. Feeling the familiar knot form in your core, you speed up your movements, riding him harder. He lets out choked groans and whimpers, his hands stroking your thighs while you fuck yourself on his cock.
"Don't you dare cum yet," You warn him gravely when you recognize the look in his eyes. "You haven't earned the right."
Your words make him whine. "Please, mommy," He cries with frustration as his cheeks flush pink.
"Make me cum again, puppy, and maybe I'll think about letting you cum inside me," You tease him, grinding your hips.
Bucky brings his fingers up to your pussy and he begins to rub quick circles on your clit. Your legs shake as your pleasure amplifies, causing you to ride him faster.
"Oh, please, mommy," He cries. "Please, let me cum."
You slowly lean down, bringing your mouth to his ear. "Beg," You order him darkly.
"Please," He whispers desperately, his eyes glossy as he thrusts his hips upwards. "I need to cum inside you so badly, mommy. I need it more than anything, fuck, please!"
Sitting up, you smirk down at him, getting off on the power rush. "See? You do know how to be a good puppy, you just choose to be bad," You scold him, tilting your head. "Are you ever gonna ignore me again?"
"Never!" He promises instantly, his eyes wide.
"Ever gonna cancel plans to record yourself jerking off for your fans instead?" You question him, narrowing your eyes.
"I'll never- you'll always come first," Bucky swears, furrowing his brows as he tries his best to stave off his orgasm. "You're always first, mommy."
"That's fuckin' right," You say leaning down to kiss his nose. "Now, keep playing with mommy's pussy and make me cum."
He happily complies, stroking your clit rhythmically until you feel your climax approach.
"Yes, mommy," Bucky sputters, thrusting his hips rhythmically. "All for you. It's all for you, I promise. Nobody else."
"Cum for me," You moan, your voice cracking as you feel the knot snap. A sudden wave of relief washes over you as you cum, your cunt tightening around his cock. He lets out animalistic grunts as you milk him, his hot seed spilling into you and filling you up.
"Fuck," Bucky gasps, his eyes fluttering shut while he continues thrusting sloppily. "S- so good, mommy, so good."
With a satisfied sigh, you fall forwards, resting on his chest. His softening dick remains inside your pussy as you each lay there, catching your breaths and floating down from your highs.
While he recovers, you play with his hair, helping him relax. After a few moments, his eyes open and he blinks up at you. "I'm sorry for ignoring you over the past few days," He apologizes, glancing away. "I just... I think I'm scared."
"Such a good boy for me," You praise him gently, kissing his sore cheek. "Did so well. You always do so well."
He lets out a content hum, a soft smile blooming on his lips while your fingers link together and the room is filled with a blissful, peaceful silence.
"Of me?" You ask, horrified.
"No!" He clarifies immediately, taking your hand in his. "I'm scared of the way I'm starting to feel about you. I thought that pulling back would help me ignore my feelings, but I just ended up missing you. So much."
"How are you starting to... feel about me?" You ask him lowly.
His cheeks flush pink as he averts your gaze. "I..."
His timid nature makes you smile as you stroke his hair. "It's okay, baby," You assure him soothingly. "I think I know exactly what you mean, because I feel the same."
"Really?" He asks with hope in his eyes as his brows furrow together. "But when we started, you said this was strictly transactional."
"That was before I really knew you," You explain, stroking his cheek. "And now that I do... I want you. Every part of you; not just your body. I don't just wanna spoil you with gifts, I wanna comfort you when you're upset, and be here for you through everything and anything that life throws our way."
"Y/N," Bucky whispers. "Are you sure you really want me as more than just...?"
"More sure than I've ever been of anything," You confirm, giving him a warm smile. "Do you want that, too?"
A wide smile breaks out on his lips. "I thought you'd never ask."
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On July 20, 1969, American astronauts Neil Armstrong and Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin became the first humans ever to land, and then to walk, on the moon. They were part of the Apollo program, designed to put an American man on the moon. Their spacecraft launched on July 16 and landed back on Earth in the Pacific Ocean July 24, giving them eight days in space, three of them orbiting the moon 30 times. Armstrong and Aldrin spent almost 22 hours on the moon’s surface, where they collected soil and rock samples and set up scientific equipment, while the pilot of the command module, Michael Collins, kept the module on course above them.
LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
July 23, 2021
Heather Cox Richardson
On July 20, 1969, American astronauts Neil Armstrong and Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin became the first humans ever to land, and then to walk, on the moon.
They were part of the Apollo program, designed to put an American man on the moon. Their spacecraft launched on July 16 and landed back on Earth in the Pacific Ocean July 24, giving them eight days in space, three of them orbiting the moon 30 times. Armstrong and Aldrin spent almost 22 hours on the moon’s surface, where they collected soil and rock samples and set up scientific equipment, while the pilot of the command module, Michael Collins, kept the module on course above them.
The American space program that created the Apollo 11 spaceflight grew out of the Cold War. The year after the Soviet Union launched an artificial satellite in 1957, Congress created the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) to demonstrate American superiority by sending a man into space. In 1961, President John F. Kennedy moved the goalposts, challenging the country to put a man on the moon and bring him safely back to earth again. He told Congress: “No single space project in this period will be more impressive to mankind, or more important for the long-range exploration of space; and none will be so difficult or expensive to accomplish.”
A year later, in a famous speech at Rice University in Texas, Kennedy tied space exploration to America’s traditional willingness to attempt great things. “Those who came before us made certain that this country rode the first waves of the industrial revolutions, the first waves of modern invention, and the first wave of nuclear power, and this generation does not intend to founder in the backwash of the coming age of space. We mean to be a part of it—we mean to lead it,” he said.
[T]here is new knowledge to be gained, and new rights to be won, and they must be won and used for the progress of all people…. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills….”
But the benefits to the country would not only be psychological, he said. “The growth of our science and education will be enriched by new knowledge of our universe and environment, by new techniques of learning and mapping and observation, by new tools and computers for industry, medicine, the home as well as the school.” The effort would create “a great number of new companies, and tens of thousands of new jobs…new demands in investment and skilled personnel,” as the government invested billions in it.
“To be sure, all this costs us all a good deal of money…. I realize that this is in some measure an act of faith and vision, for we do not now know what benefits await us.”
Seven years later, people across the country gathered around television sets to watch Armstrong step onto the moon and to hear his famous words: “That's one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind.”
President Richard Nixon called the astronauts from the White House: “I just can't tell you how proud we all are of what you have done,” he said. “For every American, this has to be the proudest day of our lives…. Because of what you have done, the heavens have become a part of man's world…. For one priceless moment in the whole history of man, all the people on this Earth are truly one…in their pride in what you have done, and…in our prayers that you will return safely to Earth.”
And yet, by the time Armstrong and Aldrin were stepping onto the moon in a grand symbol of the success of the nation’s moon shot, Americans back on earth were turning against each other. Movement conservatives who hated post–World War II business regulation, taxation, and civil rights demanded smaller government and championed the idea of individualism, while those opposed to the war in Vietnam increasingly distrusted the government.
After May 4, 1970, when the shooting of college students at Kent State University in Ohio badly weakened Nixon’s support, he began to rally supporters to his side with what his vice president, Spiro Agnew, called “positive polarization.” They characterized those who opposed the administration as anti-American layabouts who simply wanted a handout from the government. The idea that Americans could come together to construct a daring new future ran aground on the idea that anti-war protesters, people of color, and women were draining hardworking taxpayers of their hard-earned money.
Ten years later, former actor and governor of California Ronald Reagan won the White House by promising to defend white taxpayers from people like the “welfare queen,” who, he said, “has 80 names, 30 addresses, 12 Social Security cards and is collecting veteran’s benefits on four non-existing deceased husbands.” Reagan promised to champion individual Americans, getting government, and the taxes it swallowed, off people’s backs.
“In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem,” Reagan said in his Inaugural Address. Americans increasingly turned away from the post–World War II teamwork and solidarity that had made the Apollo program a success, and instead focused on liberating individual men to climb upward on their own terms, unhampered by regulation or taxes.
This week, on July 20, 2021, 52 years to the day after Armstrong and Aldrin stepped onto the moon, former Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos and four passengers spent 11 minutes in the air, three of them more than 62 miles above the earth, where many scientists say space starts. For those three minutes, they were weightless. And then the pilotless spaceship returned to Earth.
Traveling with Bezos were his brother, Mark; 82-year-old Wally Funk, a woman who trained to be an astronaut in the 1960s but was never permitted to go to space; and 18-year-old Oliver Daemen from the Netherlands, whose father paid something under $28 million for the seat.
Bezos’s goal, he says, is not simply to launch space tourism, but also to spread humans to other planets in order to grow beyond the resource limits on earth. The solar system can easily support a trillion humans,” Bezos has said. “We would have a thousand Einsteins and a thousand Mozarts and unlimited—for all practical purposes—resources and solar power and so on. That's the world that I want my great-grandchildren's great-grandchildren to live in.”
Ariane Cornell, astronaut-sales director of Bezos’s space company Blue Origin, live-streamed the event, telling the audience that the launch “represents a number of firsts.” It was “[t]he first time a privately funded spaceflight vehicle has launched private citizens to space from a private launch site and private range down here in Texas. It’s also a giant first step towards our vision to have millions of people living and working in space.”
In 2021, Bezos paid $973 million in taxes on $4.22 billion in income while his wealth increased by $99 billion, making his true tax rate 0.98%. After his trip into the sky, he told reporters: “I want to thank every Amazon employee and every Amazon customer because you guys paid for all of this…. Seriously, for every Amazon customer out there and every Amazon employee, thank you from the bottom of my heart very much. It’s very appreciated.”
[From comments: “When you’ve been able to amass your money by not paying your fair share of taxes, your “privately funded” venture is a diversion of rightfully public funds. This new space race is publicly funded, but absent public controls and alignment. Socialize the expenses, privatize the profits.”
“After May 4, 1970, when the shooting of college students at Kent State University in Ohio badly weakened Nixon’s support, he began to rally supporters to his side with what his vice president, Spiro Agnew, called “positive polarization."Combined with the unsubtle racism of Nixon's Southern Strategy, thus began the decades long Republican policy of dividing Americans against each other that has led us to what we have today; two Americas that reside in different universes, and our national wealth controlled by a handful of unelected, supremely, in some cases psychotically, self-centered white men.Jeff Bezos could not have existed in Kennedy's America. We must make that so again.”