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Hey lovely people of Bucky Nation 💜 I hope you’re all doing well!
Recently, I had a follow-up treatment after my health check-up, and an exchange with my doctor made me realize something… apparently writing smut for Bucky was actually helping regulate my period 😭 Not gonna overshare the details, but when I finally put two and two together it hit me like a truck.
That being said, I’ve decided to slowly start posting my other drafts again, and hopefully get back into writing the way I used to. I’m excited, but also a little nervous after seeing some of the recent heated opinions about Bucky fics on sebtwt (iykyk). But honestly, since I write to feed my own imagination, it shouldn’t really be an issue… right? 😬
I can’t wait to properly be back soon — I’ve missed you all so much 💜
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I also want to give a huge thank you to @daydreamgoddess14 and @iamthatonefangirl for always checking in on me. 💜 I know I’m probably forgetting a few names (I'm forgetful as hell 😅), but just know I appreciate you all so much. Thanks for being real 💜
Dropping by towards the end of Seb's birthday (in my timezone) as a sign of life. Had a pretty rough and patchy days in between my absence (mostly of falling ridiculously sick with all sorts of diagnosis). I miss everyone and Bucky Barnes.
Finally got a proper day off after not feeling great for a few weeks, and I used it to watch The Fantastic Four: First Steps. It honestly blew me away. I’ve been surprisingly satisfied with the CBM releases this year—even though Captain America: Brave New World got some rough reviews, I still found a lot to enjoy. From Thunderbolts* onward, everything has felt like a real win for me.
Superman was great. Just pure enjoyment from start to finish. And as for Fantastic Four — Joseph absolutely nailed the Human Torch. I never had doubts, but seeing it on screen, I was like, “Yeah, that’s Johnny Storm.” Easily the most grounded and charismatic version we’ve had (not a shade to Chris Evans's take on Human Torch). I even teared up a few times. At its heart, this movie is really about family, and it landed that beautifully. My only gripe? It was too short. I could’ve stayed in that world a while longer. Now I’m just waiting—a little impatiently—for Doomsday.
Anyway, a little life update—my work hours recently shifted to start a few hours earlier than before, and the adjustment was tougher than I expected. It threw off all my routines, and for a while, it felt like I was constantly trying to catch up with myself. Now I’m out the door before the sun’s even up, which means I’ve had to cut down on my evening downtime, including the time I usually set aside for writing.
It was frustrating at first, trying to find that balance again. But now that things have settled a bit, I’m genuinely happy to get back to posting and reconnecting here. I’ve really missed being part of this space and sharing stories with everyone.
I hope I wasn't away for too long. I missed and loved you all 💜
I just read Blooming From Within while holding my sleeping seven month old, and the way you described that larger-than-life feeling the first time you see your babys heartbeat made me cry and made me want to be pregnant again.
No notes, 10/10, I loved it 😭♥️
Oh God I am soooo sorry that I missed this 😭 I'm having baby fever again recently so Blooming From Within was coming from whatever I went through my first pregnancy (only for reader's end lol). Listening to the baby's heartbeat for the first time, especially knowing it's growing in you, is really special.
And aaaack a seven-month-old!!! A perfect age of becoming big but still a small baby, must be very cute I know it! 🥹 Mine is stinky (toddler phase is really something) but still cute at 3 years old 😭 thank you so much for dropping by, I love you 💜
Summary: Bucky has been needy for days, and seeing you stepped out of the shower—fresh and glowing—makes him beg for more
Disclaimer: 18+ (mdni!), suggestive content, begging kink, clothed arousal (m), dom/sub dynamics (f dom lean), post-shower teasing, heavy sexual tension, desperate emotional tone, implied smut
Word Count: 643
Author's Note: It's been way too long since my last post, and i’m currently dying with a high fever + feeling all kinds of weak and anemic from heavy period loss but the Bucky thoughts were filling my head continuously and I legit can’t even word them properly at the moment 😵💫 please forgive any mistakes, I'm heavily medicated and floating through dimensions ✨
You barely made it three steps out of the bathroom before he was on you.
Still towel-drying your hair, fresh from the warm shower, you caught him standing there just past the doorway—like he’d been waiting.
Bare chest rising with shallow breaths. Stubble unshaven. Eyes completely blown.
And that tent in his briefs? So shamelessly hard it nearly made you laugh.
“Jesus,” you muttered under your breath, grinning as you ran the towel from your hair down to your damp neck. “You okay, James?”
He didn’t answer. Just stared—like a man starving.
Then he stepped forward. Slow. Measured. Like he didn’t trust himself to move too fast.
You tilted your head, playful. “You’ve been like this all morning…”
His voice cracked before it even came out. “I can’t help it, baby.”
His hands slid to your waist. Warm and cold at the same time, firm, trembling a little. He leaned in, buried his face into the crook of your neck, and inhaled deep—like he was trying to breathe you in.
“Fuck,” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin. “You smell so good. You always do.”
You let the towel fall from your hand, forgotten. It hit the floor with a soft thud.
“Please,” he said, lips brushing damp skin as his grip on you tightened. “Please let me have you.”
You bit your lip, heart thudding, leaning just slightly into him. Just enough to tempt. Not enough to give in.
“You’re really begging?” you teased softly.
His vibranium fingers flexed on your hips. His cock twitched where it pressed against your belly—straining and hot behind thin briefs.
“I’ve been begging for days,” he groaned. “You know that.”
You lifted a hand, cradled his jaw, gently guiding his face to yours. His pupils were blown wide. Cheeks flushed. His expression wrecked with need.
“I love when you’re like this,” you whispered, dragging your thumb over his stubble-rough cheek. “So needy for me.”
His grip on you grew tighter. “I am needy for you. Fuck, you don’t even know—”
He swallowed, voice lowering again, nearly trembling.
“I wake up hard every goddamn morning just thinking about you,” he rasped. “You walk around this house in those little shorts, teasing me without even trying. And now you—”
His eyes dragged down your body, to where the towel hung loosely across your chest—barely clinging, already slipping—droplets sliding slowly down your collarbone.
“—you come out of the shower looking like this?”
You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. You just watched him unravel.
“I wanna be inside you so bad,” he said, desperate and quiet, his hands traveling slowly from your waist to your hips. “I miss the way you moan. The way your pussy clenches around me. The way you say my name when I’m deep inside, like I’m the only thing you need.”
Your breath caught.
God, he was coming undone.
“I’ll be good,” he promised, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you. Just—please, baby. I need to fuck you. I need it.”
Your fingers slid through his hair, pulling him close enough to feel your breath ghost across his lips. “Need to?” you murmured.
“Yes,” he breathed, mouth grazing yours. His hands trembled on your waist. “I need it. I need you.”
You moved one hand behind your back and tugged at the towel. It slipped down your sides and pooled at your feet.
Bucky’s jaw clenched as his gaze dropped. He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes devouring the sight of your bare skin. He let out the softest, broken sound—somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.
And then—finally—you slid your arms around his neck.
“Take me to bed, Bucky.”
He didn’t speak. Didn’t waste a second.
He just lifted you in one smooth, urgent motion—holding you against him like you were everything. Like he’d fall apart if he didn’t.
Just saw this, sorry bby 😭😭 I’ve been missing you and all the good stuff on tumblr!! I’ll power through July like Bucky suffering through that dumb therapy in TFATWS and be back sooooon! Love you 💜💜
Kind of feeling bad about the (roughly) 13 drafts I’ve completely abandoned because I got too tired halfway through writing them and lost all motivation and sense of the plot. Honestly, I’ve just been so exhausted these past few weeks. It’s my birthday month, but wow—July has been such a bitch so far 💔
Side note: Really trying to push myself to actually finish this lifeguard!Bucky AU I’ve been working on, hopefully (🤞🏻) by the end of this week.
I miss Bucky so much 🥹💜 Work has been so hectic lately that I haven’t had time for much else, including tumblr 💔 Also, it’s been insanely hot these days, so please take care of yourself and stay hydrated! 💖
I just found out that July’s full moon is called the Buck Moon. I know it’s named after male deer, but tonight it reminded me a bit too much of Bucky. I actually had a short fic planned to be posted tonight, but I’m not really in the right mood to write at the moment. Hopefully I’ll have a new Bucky fic for you lovelies sometime soon :)
Supposedly the Buck moon, or maybe just the full moon glowing beautifully on my drive back home tonight 🌕💜
Things got a little wild on the group chat last night, and this is my contribution to the madness 🫡 Thank you to @artficlly for the spinny-spin and to my chaotic loves for the entertainment 💕
finding my people is the greatest thing Tumblr ever gave me - more on that later! 🥰
Nick Fowler (Sugar Daddy AU) x f!Reader (Coffee Shop AU)
Warnings: suggestive language only
Word Count: 450
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He always sat at the same table. If he was staying, that is.
And he seemed to stay every time now.
It started innocently enough, you'd popped some extra whipped cream on his coffee and slipped one of those little biscotti across the counter.
His sharp blue eyes locked on yours, full of curiosity.
The next day, he put a hundred dollar bill in the tip jar. You thought it was a mistake.
The second time, you thought he was trying to flirt. By the third, you realised he was doing something far more dangerous: spoiling you.
You’d gotten used to his quiet generosity. You hadn’t, however, gotten used to a man in a thousand-dollar suit calling you his "good girl" behind the espresso machine.
He knew it had the desired effect because you nearly came on the spot.
Your hands trembled as you passed him his latte, extra foam, just the way he liked it. His fingers brushed yours on purpose - a slow, deliberate drag that left heat in its wake.
"You liked that, huh, princess?" he murmured, low enough for only you to hear. You felt the words all the way between your legs.
You tried to pull your hand back, but he caught your wrist lightly, his thumb brushing your pulse.
"After your shift," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. "You'll come to the car."
Not a question.
You swallowed hard. You should have said no. But the gleaming gold bracelet on your wrist - the one he’d pressed into your palm last week - made it impossible to refuse.
And given what his voice did to you, you weren't sure you wanted to.
The hours crawled. Each order felt like torture, your mind on the dark SUV parked outside. By the time the clock struck three, your panties were soaked, your thighs pressed together for relief.
You barely managed to clock out before you were slipping out the side door with your heart hammering.
He was already waiting with the back door open. You hesitated for only a second before sliding inside, the scent of leather and his expensive cologne wrapping around you.
“Did you need something, sweetheart?” he asked, pulling you into his lap. His lips found your neck, his hands already sliding under your apron.
You knew everything was about to change.
No more fighting the espresso machine, no more rude customers.
You knew what was going to be expected of you, and you were ready.
“Need you to fuck me, daddy,” you breathed, letting your soaked panties brush against the zip of his suit pants.
"You’ve been so patient, such a good girl," he purred against your ear. "I think you've earned your reward.”
Glad you’re doing better! My little thought is Frank would love seeing you in a moomoo, like his mind would be going crazy.
lol this is funny because moomoos aren't inherently sexy but are for maximum air flow and unencumbered comfort. And the appeal of a moomoo is that you wear NO bra or underwear underneath and Frank would spot this in approximately 0.03s. I swear he's an expert on HOW your boobs move so when he sees that gentle sway under the moomoo he'd have such a delight feeling up the soft fabric and swishing it around to find your warm body underneath. Of course you're wearing them on days you feel like a slob so you're not exactly feeling your most glamorous but Frank is practically growling in your ear and pressing against your front as he generously cups your tits that you're like "Frank, in this?!" motioning down at the flowing tent of a dress and he just looks at you with his brows all screwed up and says "fuck yes, in this. Now walk down the hall toward me again sweetheart" just so he can watch the way your boobs move underneath it.
