anonymous asked:

ok so, i have a question that has been haunting me ever since easter and it's the fucking worst. i hate myself for thinking of it but i still can't stop thinking about it. i mean it in the nicest possible way when i say that my first thought was to turn to you for answers. please, mother sarah, i'm dying!!! ok here goes: for which of his apostles would jesus bottom?

This is……just to inform all of you that my first thought was Revelation 1:8 and I now have to go drown myself in a baptismal font.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Bucky coming home early from a mission to surprise you at you work. You leave work early to go home & have some reunion sex. The whole cab ride home you're attached at the lips & hips. Stumbling in the dark, with each step shedding off garments. Not wanting to wait any longer, you beg him to take you on the dining table. Just as he slides into you, Tony comes in, surprised by the noise. When he turns on the light, you see Sam sitting at the table, eating a midnight snack


where have I seen this in a movie! 

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anonymous asked:

While we're talking secret relationship with 40s!bucky, there's a big beautiful field you like to meet in during summer evenings, and while the sun is sitting, bucky likes to get under your skirt and eat you out. He's always kind of noisy when he does it, groaning into your pussy. "This is all I think about," he says after you come, kissing you. The stars are coming out. "Bein' here, my face in your cunt, you moanin' so pretty."


Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

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Wearing nothing but snakeskin
boots, I blazed a footpath, the first
radical road out of that old kingdom
toward a new unknown.
When I came to those great flaming gates
of burning gold,
I stood alone in terror at the threshold
between Paradise and Earth.
There I heard a mysterious echo:
my own voice
singing to me from across the forbidden
side. I shook awake—
at once alive in a blaze of green fire.

Let it be known: I did not fall from grace.

I leapt
to freedom.

Ansel  Elkins - Autobiography of Eve

Photographer: Marta Bevacqua

anonymous asked:

I think Bucky likes slow, loving spoon-sex in the mornings. Where he pulls your back tight to his chest, enters you from behind and can use his hands on you at the same time. One arm across your chest, the other stroking your clit. He sucks slow hickeys into the back of your neck, and while he thrusts, his voice low and raspy in your ear, "Oh fuck, doll, you feel so good, look at you! You take my cock so well. So tight and hot and wet! Mmm, gonna make me cum so hard sweetheart, god!"

Hi yes, can you read my mind? Hahah

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paranoid-borderline-insane  asked:

In the 40s, Bucky's parents wonder why he starts doing all his sisters' chores all of a sudden. They don't know that he sneaks out on to the fire escape to bounce you on his cock every night, and to keep his sisters quiet about it, he has to do their chores

“Do the washing” 

“No” Bucky says, reading his book. 

“Do it or I’ll tell ma you’re sneaking out to see Y/N down the street” his little sister teases. 

He closes his eyes, ready to tell his sister no before he remembers how beautiful you look riding him and he’s on his feet. 

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I need to, with all the boldness the Holy Spirit will grant to me, tell everyone in this room that abortion is murder. It is the murder of a human being. I’m going to have to say it. I’m going to show it to you in the Word. I want to prove it to you with science. I want to just lay it before you and say abortion is murder. It’s a holocaust like the world has yet to see. In fact, just to put it in perspective, Stalin was guilty of murdering 40 million of his own countrymen. Hitler, 30 million human beings. The United States, since Roe v. Wade (not globally, but the United States), has blown past both of those brothers and has made them look angelic as we have slaughtered wholesale 55 million little boys and little girls. I have to say that. If I don’t say that, then all the things the secular world says about megachurch pastors become true about me (that I want you to like me, and I want your money, and I want to be famous). I’m not. I’m far more afraid of God than I am of you. I have to say that. Don’t aim at me too quickly. Yet at the same time, I am no fool. There are murderers among us. At the same time that I prophetically and boldly and courageously say, “Abortion is murder,” I also need to step into this space knowing we are guilty of it. Many of us are guilty of it. Maybe we weren’t the ones who had the abortion. Maybe we coerced and pressed somebody to have the abortion or just paid for the abortion. I need to say to you…listen to me…where sin abounds, grace abounds all the more.

anonymous asked:

It's four in the morning, you're having quiet sex so as not to wake anyone while forties!bucky bounces you on his cock, but it doesn't stop him from whispering how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, please never leave him, oh, god, doll, but you're so pretty on my cock, oughta have it in you all the time, love you so much, are you ready to come? Please come for me, darling...

What a beautiful thing to wake up to jesus christ 

I love this, he’s got you held close to him while you ride him. Trying not to creak the bed too loud. He’s whispering in your ear all those sweet things calling you darlin’ 

Sinful Sunday™