Good Omens/Marvel

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[atomictourists]

Piping hot take: I don't give a shit if straight actors play queer characters as long as they do so with empathy and authenticity. When you say shit like "only queer actors should play queer characters" what you're actually saying is only OUT queer actors should play queer characters. If you're assuming an actor (or anyone else, for that matter) who hasn't declared their sexuality is straight, you are participating in heteronormativity.

[carnationhes]

shane hollander the man that u are

[alltoowille]

Yuna and David having watched their autistic son be so isolated all of his adult life and never having a happy relationship or close friends who understand his anxiety and then finding out that the man they’ve spent a decade hating on his behalf can casually talk him down from a panic attack in less than a minute

[gil-estel]

literally all I could think about while shane and yuna were having their Moment

[arathejedi394]

snippet of ch6 of my warlord/prince fic

Steve purrs and nuzzles into Bucky’s neck, seeking out his scent gland. Bucky tips his chin up to let him. Post-coital, Steve is drowsy.

“Nap, darling,” Bucky encourages. “I’ll wake you up in about an hour for the games.”

Steve nods and yawns. He snuggles closer to Bucky’s neck, but shivers a little. Bucky grabs a fur blanket and pulls it up, covering them. Steve sighs happily.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he mumbles.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Steve dozes, content with the scent of his Alpha in his nose. Vaguely, he’s aware of Bucky slipping his cock from him at some point, after his knot released. Steve just presses closer, hands tucked between their bodies. 

Then, sometime after Bucky pulled out, Steve wakes to Bucky’s soft, deep voice.

“Time to get up, little one. We have games to attend.”

Steve yawns and nuzzles into Bucky’s scent gland. Bucky kisses the top of his head.

“You’ll enjoy watching,” he promises. “I’ll be in each fight.”

“Won’t get hurt, will you?” Steve asks.

“If I do, it’s the will of the gods.”

Steve scowls at that. He pushes up and catches Bucky in a kiss.

“If you get hurt, I’ll beat you,” he whispers boldly.

Bucky laughs, throwing his head back. Steve takes the opportunity to bite none-too-gently at his scent gland. Bucky laughs again and rolls them over to put Steve on his back, then kisses him soundly.

“Feisty little one, aren’t you?” Bucky purrs. “I swear, darling, I won’t get hurt. It’s bad luck, after all.”

Steve is satisfied by that. Bucky pushes up and pulls him into a sitting position, then lifts him off the bed. He puts Steve back on his feet, then picks up the discarded shift.

“Arms up,” he says.

Steve lifts his arms and Bucky pulls the shift onto him. Bucky then picks up the robe, unbuttons it the rest of the way, and helps him into it. Steve steps back into his slippers and Bucky puts back on his shirt and boots. Bucky guides him into the sitting room, and then out. They return to the first floor, then go through the grand front doors outside.

An arena has been set up in the courtyard. Spectators are already gathered, but the arena is empty. Bucky walks with Steve over to a tent, enters it with him, and they find Thor and Brunhilde waiting, wearing armor. 

“How was it?” Brunhilde asks with a grin.

“Oh, he’s a dream,” Bucky answers, swinging his arm over Steve’s shoulders. “Better than anyone I’ve ever fucked, and he has zero experience, even.”

Steve blushes. Thor and Brunhilde laugh.

“It’s the virginity,” Steve mutters under his breath.

Bucky, Thor, and Brunhilde still hear him and they all laugh again. Bucky yanks Steve against his side and kisses his braids.

Natasha then enters, her face painted with red warpaint and wearing armor, but no sleeves. Her armor is also decorated with teeth, but no human bones. 

“Looking forward to trying to cut you,” she says to Bucky. “But I’ve heard even demi-gods don’t bleed.”

“We don’t,” Bucky says with a feral grin.

Natasha snorts. Bucky crosses to a trunk and opens it, then, strangely, rips his shirt off. He dons the same sort of armor as the day before though without his shirt, and with a different vest that has less coverage; straps connecting metal-reinforced leather over heart, belly, and low back but exposing skin elsewhear. Steve is once again disconcerted by the jawbones that look very human. Bucky paints his face with black stripes and ties back his hair with a leather cord. He then reaches out for Steve and Steve immediately goes to him. Bucky grabs him by the waist and kisses him thoroughly. Steve forgets anyone else is in the tent and he whimpers, standing on his toes to press his clothed prick against Bucky’s tasset.

“He really is easy,” Natasha quips.

Steve jerks back and blushes, but Bucky laughs. He steps back and picks up a massive sword, made of black metal and sheathed in leather decorated with more animal teeth or claws, and gold. He straps it to his back, then picks up a helm made out of iron and a large, vicious looking skull, which he puts on. His eyes show through the empty sockets of the skull and the upper jaw frames his cheekbones. Bucky pauses, grabs Steve by the jaw, and roughly wipes his mouth with his thumb. It comes away black. Steve touches his lips.

“Good enough,” Bucky says. “Let’s go.”

They all exit the tent. The spectators see Bucky and cheer. Bucky raises a fist in triumph to them, then guides Steve to where his parents are standing, looking sour again.

“Spend a little quality time with your son,” Bucky says. “But not too much. I don’t want him distracted from the ring.”

Neither Sarah nor Joseph say anything. Bucky catches Steve’s waist and kisses him sharply but briefly, leaving more black on his mouth. He then turns and strides up to the arena, hopping the fence marking it. The spectators cheer louder. Bucky throws up both fists and circles the arena predatorily. He stops in the center, then throws his head back and howls like a wolf. The spectators fall silent.

“Let any who wish to challenge me cross the fence!” Bucky shouts. “By our laws, it is tradition I be put to the test before my mate before I wed him! Make it a good one, folks!”

The cheering starts up again. Immediately, Natasha jumps into the ring, drawing two short swords.

Bucky draws his greatsword, then the two begin to circle each other. The cheering doesn’t stop. Natasha and Bucky seem to be exchanging words, but they are not audible.

Suddenly, Joseph grabs Steve by the arm and hauls him close. Steve yelps and is startled, but Joseph slaps a hand over his mouth.

“Silence!” he hisses in Steve’s ear. “There is one thing left you are good for –”

He shoves a sheathed scian at Steve. Steve fumbles with it.

“Hide it,” Joseph growls in a command.

Steve finds himself obeying. He shoves it into his stockings and straightens up.

“Tonight,” Joseph continues to command, “you will rid us of this pagan usurper. Slit his throat and we will absolve your sins.”

Steve gasps.

“Silence!” Joseph commands. “You will not speak of this. You will do your duty by your people. When Barnes is dead, we can drive out his armies.”

Steve is distracted by Natasha charging on Bucky. Their swords collide and it rings in the air. 

“Do I make myself clear?” Joseph demands.

Steve just nods. He doesn’t know what to do.

Abruptly, he hears Bucky laughing. Natasha ducks under his sword and slashes at his legs, but Bucky jumps out of the way. Steve finds himself shaking. Joseph shoves him away again. Steve glances at Sarah, but she won’t look at him.

“But…” Steve whispers. “Isn’t – isn’t murder a sin?”

“You are already a sinner!” Joseph snarls. “You may find forgiveness after you do this. I will bite you so you do not suffer bondsickness. Then you will be sent away. Your mother will have another child.”

Steve looks at his mother again. She makes no expression. She’d only ever had one litter because it had nearly killed her and out of the the three pups she’d born, two were stillborn. He knows she’s refused to have another litter every time Joseph asked her to, which only worked because their personal physician recommended she didn’t try another litter. He can’t believe she’s caved to this.

“Speak no more,” Joseph demands. “Watch your… your Alpha,” he spits out.

Steve turns, shuffling. Bucky brings his sword down on Natasha and she catches it with both of hers, forming an X. Bucky then kicks her between the legs, but she darts back. Bucky charges on her and she ducks, circling around so Bucky puts his back to Steve. Steve, even from a distance, can see sweat dripping between Bucky’s bare shoulder blades. The two cross blades once more, then Bucky throws Natasha off and she stumbles. Bucky swings his sword and the tip catches her on the cheek. Blood immediately forms along the cut. She draws back, at once sheathing her swords.

The crowd cheers tenfold.

“FIRST BLOOD HAS BEEN DRAWN!” Bucky calls above the din, raising his fist to the air.

Natasha exits the ring. She’s followed by Brunhilde.

Steve shakes the rest of the morning. Bucky fights Thor, then Loki in trousers instead of his – their dress, then Rhodey, then even Wanda, and after her, a handful of warriors Steve doesn’t know the names of. Bucky wins each and every match, though Steve can tell his opponents are truly attempting to draw blood with how viciously they attack. The dagger under his robes is a heavy weight. Steve doesn’t know what to do.

The sun is high in the sky as Bucky jumps the fence again. He walks in a straight line to Steve and, still upset by the scian in his stocking, he lifts his hands for comfort. Bucky takes him by the waist, then lifts him and tucks him against his chest.

“To lunch,” Bucky says, a bit out of breath. “I’ve worked up an appetite.”

Steve nods. Bucky begins to walk again and Joseph and Sarah fall into step behind him. The captains including Domino  and chiefs and their partners then follow, and after them, the crowd of spectators. Servants open the front doors and Bucky strides through them. They go to the great hall and many people are already waiting. Bucky walks up to the high table, crosses behind it, then takes the center seat. Joseph sits at his left and Sarah beside him. There are nine seats, and beside Sarah sit Bruce and a woman Steve doesn’t know. On Bucky’s right, Natasha sits with Clint in her lap and Wanda, Darcy, and Jane at their right. Bucky pulls Steve across his lap and waves a hand. Servants stride up with food, then they serve it, holding each dish and putting food on their plates before going to the right to serve the next plate.

Bucky puts his hand on Steve’s leg and it lands on the knife.

“What’s this?” Bucky says, flipping Steve’s robe up. “Now, I didn’t give this to you, pet, where did you get it?”

Steve sucks in a breath. Joseph is staring straight ahead. Joseph had commanded him to tell no one, so he cannot speak. But Bucky’s word is his law. He feels compelled to answer.

[buckybarnesevents]

𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕂 𝕋𝕎𝕆

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ!

We have another 14 ShrinkyClinks collaborations for the second week in a row, brining us to 28 collaborations! Please give it up for our wonderful creators below!

🔸Tippy Canoe by @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes & @buckymilf 🔸Gave My Knuckles A Run For Their Money by @hanitrash & @mxaether 🔸Under the Little Top by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy & @angelicalslayer 🔸Honeypots and Handcuffs by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy & @call-me-kayyyyy 🔸A Simple Comfort by @murkycrush & @cable-knit-sweater 🔸Taking Chances by @hkandiu & @rufferto9 🔸Can't leave you alone by @murkycrush & @angelicalslayer 🔸All's Faire In Love and Jousting by @late-to-the-party-81 & @knockoutwriting 🔸not shy of a spark by @cable-knit-sweater & @burnin-brighter 🔸Don't talk with your mouth full by @mxaether & @neonbat666 🔸The ties that bind us by @late-to-the-party-81 & @mxaether 🔸Who did you lose? For "Glitter in the Air" by @bonky-bornes & @potterspink 🔸Daybreak by @potterspink & @bonky-bornes 🔸CelticStar Vinyards by @BritBrit99 (AO3) & @hannahshattuck

Show them some love, reblog, share with a friend and remember to stay tuned for two more batches of posting ahead, meaning 29 new works! If you missed last week's masterlist, you can check it out >HERE<.

[buckybarnesevents]

𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕂 𝕋ℍℝ𝔼𝔼

ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴏʀꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ!

We have a whopping 22 ShrinkyClinks collaborations for our third week, brining us to 50 collaborations! Please check out these incredible works below and leave some love!

🔸Easy Fix by @dwarvishgeorge & @burnin-brighter 🔸 you crashed into my life (and here's some sugar) by @metalbvcky & @controlofwhatido 🔸don't want you, just your attention by @dwarvishgeorge & @buckyismybicycle 🔸Smile for me, smile for us by @estelior & HadrianPeverellBlack (AO3) 🔸A Creature Roams the Night by @lavenderbuckyy & @knockoutwriting 🔸Smile for Me by @estelior & @chaossmagic 🔸You're the One Who Gets Through by @actualalligator @reagi-df 🔸My Love is Black and Blue (cry, baby, for me) by @mxaether & @hanitrash 🔸Homecoming by @murkycrush & @goldscribbles 🔸The Die Is Cast @reagi-df & @mild-groove-on 🔸The Boys in the Boat by @angelicalslayer & BritBrit99 (AO3) 🔸Bound by Desire by @murkycrush & @smutconnoisseur

🔸Circularity @dwarvishgeorge & @dharmasharks 🔸Without You Here, We Are A Worse Version Of Who We’ve Been by @estelior & @endlesstwanted 🔸The Caramel Latte Boy by @hannahshattuck & @estelior 🔸Size Queens Wear Pearls by @dwarvishgeorge & @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy 🔸Tempus Fugit by @rufferto9 & @thisonesatellite 🔸The Prince and the Pauper by @greekgeek24 & @late-to-the-party-81 🔸One Foot In Front Of The Other by @reagi-df & @oh-i-swear-writes 🔸Pretty As a Picture by @mxaether & @smutconnoisseur 🔸Together at the end by @stupidporcupine & @dwarvishgeorge 🔸Subs only $6.66 by @mxaether @hannahshattuck

Show them some love, reblog, share with a friend and remember to stay tuned for one last batch of posting ahead,

If you missed our previous masterlists, you can check it out:

WEEK ONE | WEEK TWO

[buckybarnesevents]

𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕂 𝕆ℕ𝔼

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ!

We have an incredible 14 ShrinkyClinks collaborations in our first week of posting, please give it up for our lovely creators below!

🔸Off to the Races by @call-me-kayyyyy & @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes 🔸The Charming Man by @zenaidamacrouras1 & @late-to-the-party-81 🔸Closing Time by @thisonesatellite & @maichan808 🔸Underestimate him at your peril by @heckalecki & @bittersweet-in-boston 🔸Safest by @bittersweet-in-boston & @alwaysabrighterdarkness 🔸Too Sad for Crepes by @fsbc-librarian & @angelicalslayer 🔸Dappled and Drowsy and Ready to Sleep by DementedPixie & @kahey2804 🔸Carousel by @angelicalslayer & @greekgeek24 🔸Prison of Madness by @dwarvishgeorge & @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy 🔸The Rose and The Thorn by @smutconnoisseur &BritBrit99 🔸Going For Gold by @xoxobuckybarnes & @heckalecki 🔸Proportionality by @dwarvishgeorge & @late-to-the-party-81 🔸what a naughty kitten deserves by @mxaether & @controlofwhatido 🔸Tied Furever by @metalbvcky & @alwaysabrighterdarkness

Show them some love, reblog, share with a friend and remember to stay tuned for two more weeks of posting ahead and 44 more works!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

thoughts on big subby beefy bucky doing pillow humping for the first time? like seriously i can imagine dom lil steve just being the absolute meanest and saying the filthiest things

Your writing is incredible and pls dont ever think we get tired of u writing shrinkyclinks!!! the way you write it covers every aspect of their dynamic and its enjoyable to read (horny smexy times included)

So plss!!! go all filthy on these asks bc damn its so hot and amazing @ the same time

(AGAIN MASSIVE APOLOGIES THAT I DIDNT GET TO THIS SOONER! LIFE DECIDED TO HOLD ME BACK)

Okay okay okay

I know you specifically mentioned Steve being there the first time Bucky tries pillow humping and being all mean but BUT

What.

If.

What if Bucky is so internally ashamed by how hot the idea makes him that he does it alone the first time? Like, he knows he wants to try but he's not sure he'll actually be able to get off like that because of his own internalized bullshit, y’know? He just wants to check that it'll be worth bringing up in the first place by doing it himself first.

So:

Bucky plans on doing this in the evening, going on this adventure when he's alone in his apartment. He hops in the shower and turns the the temperature real nice and hot, washing himself throughly only to step out and rub lotion into his skin. Taking care of himself just to go the extra mile, make sure he can enjoy as much of this as possible.

Just thinking about what he's prepping for makes it hard not to touch himself in the shower, but he waits.

Waiting outside of the shower for him are his most comfortable sweatpants, worn too thin and soft to wear out of the house. Without bothering with underwear, the brunette steps into them. Bucky knows the point of pillow humping is humilation but he can't find it in himself to go into this butt ass naked. That feels too vulnerable. But also, he puts them on because logically he knows he's someone who leaks, like, a lot, when turned on. And he doesn't want to fully ruin his pillowcase, especially if he does all this and then doesn't end up getting off.

After towel drying his hair, Bucky begins, lying on his bed. He's on his back. His breath is already a little choppy. Anticipation running through his veins.

First his fingers skirt his collar bones, drawing gently back and forth. Just a breath of a feeling, rising goosebumps on his skin. More arousal moves through him, almost like it's alive too.

He traces looping circles and nonsensical shapes lower, catching his right nipple by surprise. Now he's moving on autopilot, no attention is being paid to where his fingers wander. Bucky gasps, genuine. A spark of fire goes through him.

His other hand, the one not touching his chest, curls into the pillow under his head. Accidentally pulling a little on his own hair, it doesn't feel as good as when Steve intentionally tugs but its alright. Another choppy breath cuts out of him, intentionally he touches his other nipple now. Tweaking the sharpening points in turn until a coil of need wraps around his waist, unable to be ignored.

Suddenly he's more than half hard. He's not all the way there yet but he's close. Getting closer.

Falling lower Bucky feels his ribs as his chest heaves, he imagines Steve touching him instead, then pinning his wrists back and using his tongue. Sharp as it traces his sensitive skin and as it forms teasing, arousing dirty talk. He draws his hand over the line of his sweats but doesn't dip lower. Not yet.

Steve would say a lot, Steve would groan as he reacts to the simple touches, drunk on the pleasure he brings him, "so sensitive, baby," ... "aw, lookit you, all you need is somebody telling you what to do and touching you a little and you just melt, don'tcha?" ... "I know you want more but, sweetheart, I just wanna keep you like this. You can do that can't you? Let me touch you. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy, don't get greedy now."

Bucky's nipples take the brunt of the touching, making the simmering, revving pleasure grow through him until his cock is tenting his sweats completely. A dull ache has begun to settle in at the base. Sweat is just misting his skin. His skin almost feels too tight. He can't breath, his mind cloudy.

Bucky pinches his nipple in the mean way Steve's so fond of doing, burying his face to the left, muffling his garbled moan into the pillow as he imagines the look that would be painting Steve's face. Gluttonous arousal, devouring his every sound and twitch and demanding he wring more out of him.

Bucky grabs the pillow as he moans. Fingers curling and tightening, restless with his desire.

He flips himself onto his front.

He drags the pillow down between his thighs, whining a little at the loss of his own touch.

God, he's so needy. He can hear Steve's teasing voice in his head, "oh, baby, poor baby, you're not lifting a finger and you're still getting pleased... 've spoiled you good, haven't I made you my princess, huh?" A shudder rolls down Buckys spine as he arranges himself. Pollow between his thighs. Pillow. Princess. maybe...

The muscles in his legs tremble from nerves, not yet excitement or pleasure. But, just wait-

"Ohhh," Bucky gasps, carefully, like he's scared of it, rolling his hips down.

Heat explodes over his cheeks, hearing himself in the silence of the room - obscene and unashamed - brings waves and waves of embarrassment over him right along with the waves humiliation from how instinctual and easy it feels to move against the pillow. He's moving without realizing it. Arching his back and pushing his hips down. An equally breathy and embarrassing noise spills over his lips.

The pillow is perfect between his thighs.

It's firm enough to give him friction but not so firm that it's grating and he can't do it without lube. There's this edge of pressure and firmness and it's just good.

Heat and lust and a hell of a lot of humilation from getting off how a girl would pool low in his gut, making his front heavier, there's so much of it, getting him to grind harder. He whines. The shift of his sweats over his skin is another level of friction, setting him slowly on fire. His nipples are hard, throbbing in time with his cock as they catch on his sheets.

Fire burns through him.

He moves his hips again and again and again, head spinning.

Why haven't I done this before? Why didn't we do this before? Why isn't Steve here to hear me, to direct me, to touch me as I do this? Fuck. I want Steve to touch me.

Somewhere between a roll of his hips and a moan Bucky is hit in the chest with a realization: oh shit. He considered that he might not be able to get off like this at all. He didn't consider that he'd like it so much and get off on it so hard that he wouldn't be able to get off any other way after this. He might only want this after.

Holy shit.

The brunette whimpers, suddenly unable to bare the friction of his sweats getting in the way of feeling the pillow he's violating.

Fumbling with the clumsiest fingers on earth, Bucky takes his wet, throbbing cock out, moving the worn elastic band down and slipping as his head hits the pillow, uncovered. Fuck. It feels even better without his sweats in the way. It feels better even as he gasps and his eyes get teary from the waistband snapping back and hitting his balls. The burst of pain paints a whole galaxy behind his eyes. "Fuckin masochist," Steve's voice rings in his head.

Fuck.

Jesus.

Steve. Steve. Need Steve. Bucky thinks haphazardly, hazily, as he grinds himself silly with just his cock out, unable to stop himself from moving. His vision is suddenly so blurry that he blinks his eyes shut and squeezes them tight. A tear slips out.

Pleasure throbs through him. He's ablaze, completely.

"AH-" a gasping moan bursts out of him, debauched and high. He rolls his hips again and again and again. And, oh, Jesus, his toes curl. His muscles shake. This is getting him so good.

It'd be SO much better is Steve was here, Bucky thinks. Imagining how much better itd feel if it where Steve making him get off without his hands, dick out, leaking and aching as he teases him about how needy he is, how desperate, and how dumb he gets. Dirty words echo through his head: princess, baby, slut, greedy, puppy, sweetheart- any and all possible nicknames that Steve might groan in his ear circle through his head.

Without thinking, at all, Bucky whines and grinds down hard, pulling his hips hard against his pillow and reaching out to the head of the bed where he dropped his phone. He opens the text thread he has with Steve, eyes practically shut.

Shaking fingers loom over the microphone icon, threatening to open a new voice memo draft...

All encompassing lust fills him, he was hazily thinking he going to give Steve a piece of his own medicine and dirty talk him at least a little. Just tell him how good he's feeling or how much he's enjoying himself but he can't. He can't.

He can't think.

He presses the microphone icon as he grinds his hips down, eager and without any actual finesse. Going by boiling, molten instinct, humping rather than fucking. And,"ngh- nnngh, Steve, Steve-!" whimpering sounds and half-words just spill over his loose lips. They're so high and pathetic that even more heat comes over his cheeks and ears.

Still. He keeps humping down into the exquisite pressure of the pillow, his cock flush to and leaky against his belly. It feels so good that his legs clamp together, trying to keep the pillow in place as he catches his breath, panting. Except.

That makes the pillow press harder against his dick somehow and

"Oh-! OH!"

His hips move desperately. His ears begin to ring.

"Ohmygod, oh, oh- hh, hng, m'god, Steve, Steve." He pauses to heave in a choking breath and wiggle his hips, uncontrollably moving. "Wish you were here," he whines weakly, trying to be somewhat coherent, "hh-here to, fuck, touch me or, or watch or, oh god, I'm-"

There's no end to the sentence, just a long, high moan that he can't stop. He was trying to say that he's riding his pillow, cheeks flaming, skin itching for his hands and his ears wanting only to hear him humilate and praise him until he can't see straight. But suddenly that's not the most fitting thing...

No. No, he's gonna cum.

He gasps under the power of the realization, the air getting knocked out of him. A full body shiver rushes through him.

"'M gonna- gonna cum!"

Bucky spills against the pillow, panting noisily, completely out of air, filled only with pleasure- nothing else. Toes curling as pleasure curls around him and shoots through him, Bucky unravels. Dixk twitching as his orgasm rips through him, more aggressive then most of his solo orgasms.

Shaking from head to toe Bucky finally drops his phone with his last weak pump of cum.

Realizing that he was holding the record button down the whole time Bucky pushes his sweaty forehead against the bed and laughs at himself, just on the edge of hysterical.

Thanks for saying that though, it means the world that people actually enjoy my writing in any way lol. Sometimes I just feel like I'm screaming into the void and no one is actually there on the other side. <3 <3 <3

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hi sir i’ve been desperately on the hunt for shrinkyclink fics with steve topping bucky…. i was wondering if you had any favs to recommend….

Ooh, yes, I do have some that I could recommend (especially because of how polite you're being 👀)

I have written a few myself to start with:

"Break Me Down" by fandomfluffandfuck (on AO3, the rest of these are Tumblr drabbles)

Shrinkyclinks Orgasm Denial

Shrinkyclinks Orgasm Denial ft. A Sybian

Shrinkyclinks Nip Piercings P.1

Shrinkyclinks Nip Piercings P.2

Shrinkyclinks Thigh Humping

Shrinkyclinks Rimming

Shrinkyclinks First Time

Shrinkyclinks First Sob/Wail

Shrinkyclinks Pillow Humping

Shrinkyclinks Stuffie Humping

Shrinkyclinks Car Sex

Shrinkyclinks Bucky Asking For Help

Aaaand, as it turns out, I only have two marked on AO3 from other writers

"The Things That Unlocked Him" by sadbi_hours & SquadOfCats (this includes domming and topping Steve)

"we are the things that we do for fun" by Nonymos (more tiny dom/top Steve)

Other than that, here's a filtered AO3 search for "shrinkyclinks" and "top Steve" that should get to going 👀

[medusadyke]

academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches

[medusadyke]

"you're just scared your diploma is going to devalue" i'm afraid you dumb bitches are going to become my colleagues and drag social services to hell

[hylianengineer]

I'm afraid they'll become scientists and data that lives depend on will turn out to be wrong - and people will die.

I'm afraid they'll become engineers and sign off on bridge designs that collapse - and people will die.

I'm afraid they'll become medical professionals who don't know what they're doing - and people will die.

The assumption that academic dishonesty is okay is rooted in the idea that what you're learning to do doesn't matter.

[angelbaby-fics]

stucky x little!reader

What if during the night someone breaks into their home…daddies were up anyway in the bedroom with little one that was sleeping in their bed. but when they hear the commotion downstairs, it wakes up little one and she starts tearing up because she’s scared….but one of the daddies goes to call back up while the other one stays behind to calm little one down…

You can do really whatever you want with this story 🤍

Safe Room

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Mob!Stucky x Little!Reader

Warning: Slightly darker than my usual fics due to the mob AU! Nothing too scary I hope!!

A/N: Sorry I changed it up a little!! :O if you want something closer to your original request I’d be happy to write it!! This is just what came to me while I was writing so I went with it lol <3 I'm very excited to see The Gray Man soon and it inspired me to try writing some Mob!Stucky, a trope I love but have never written before!! Also the paci is a reference one I just bought from @princeminnow and I highly recommend you guys check out his blog! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!!

You had your own bedroom, painted your favorite color with a big comfy bed and lots of blankets. Shelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with stuffies and toys, as well as your ever expanding collection of little gear. The closet doors almost couldn’t close over the amount of both practical clothing and dress up costumes you had. Despite all this, however, your bedroom was not your favorite room in the house. It’s not that you weren’t thankful or that you didn’t like it - you loved it after all! But if you got to choose, you’d spend every moment you could in Steve and Bucky’s room, engulfed in their scent and aura. 

That's where you found yourself on this particular night, one hand tangled up in Bucky’s fingers, the other around your stuffy. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep there, only meaning to get some evening cuddles while Bucky read his book, but when your eyes started to feel heavy, you didn’t fight it. Your mouth hung open, having fallen asleep without a paci, and Bucky didn’t want to risk waking you by getting up to get you one. Besides, Steve would be home any minute now, and not only could he go retrieve a pacifier for you, but would also get the treat of seeing you curled up with Bucky. He needed it after the day he’d had. 

Bucky heard Steve unlock the door and hoped he’d enter quietly, but when the closing of the door was followed by a harshly whispered curse word, Bucky immediately knew something was wrong. He heard Steve climb the stairs, two or three at a time, as fast as he could towards the bedroom. Steve didn’t even have time to take in the adorable sight in front of him, nor Bucky the time to ask Steve what was wrong. Steve scooped you up as gently as he could, hoping not to wake you. If the change in position didn’t wake you, he feared his rapid heartbeat or the quake in his voice would.

“Someone’s in the house.” He said quietly, hoping to convey the urgency of the situation to Bucky as quickly as possible. “We need to get her to the safe room now.”

Bucky nodded, immediately getting up out of bed and crossing the room to the closet where he kept some weapons. 

“You take her, keep her calm. I’ll take care of this.” Bucky said in his stubborn way.

“No, they already know I’m here, they don’t need to know anyone else is home.” Steve replied, trying to hand you to Bucky.

“I’m not letting you face this alone.”

“We can’t leave her alone!” Steve countered, knowing Bucky couldn’t argue with that.

Bucky took you from Steve’s arms, grateful that you hadn’t woken up in all the commotion yet.

Then a crash came from downstairs. Your face scrunched up as you debated whether the noise was worth waking up over, but another curse word from Steve’s lips made your eyes shoot open. 

“Daddy what?” You muttered, voice heavy with sleep. 

“Shhh angel, everything’s alright,” Steve whispered to you, “just go back to sleep babydoll.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging onto him as the commotion downstairs continued.

“Daddy what’s goin on?!” You cried, starting to panic.

Bucky and Steve exchanged a glance.

“Take her. I’ve got this.” Bucky said, coldly and quietly so as to express his urgency to Steve without scaring you further. Steve nodded as Bucky got dressed, hiding a gun in his waistband.

“Hey honeybear, we’re gonna go on a little late night adventure, okay? But you gotta stay really quiet and be a good girl for Daddy, alright?”

You knew Steve well enough to know that he was trying his hardest. Even though he protected you from the truth, the big part of your brain knew that your daddies dealt with dangerous people. Even though they kept their business as far from you, their little girl, as they could, you still noticed every time one of them came home with a black eye or blood on their shoe. You learned it was best not to question it. And even though Steve focused every cell in his body to keep you calm, you knew even in your sleepy little state that whatever was going on was very, very bad. 

You stayed quiet, just as Steve commanded, but you couldn’t stop the tears filling your eyes and dripping down your face. You were too scared to even sniffle as Steve ran through the halls of your big house, pressing you into his chest so hard it almost hurt. Steve stopped at a bookshelf, in which room you couldn’t tell as all the lights in the home had been turned off. He checked his surroundings to make sure the two of you hadn’t been followed before tugging on the edge of a book and pulling the hinged bookcase away from the wall. He hurried inside with one arm holding you to him and the other shutting the secret door as quietly as possible. Once he heard it latch, he pressed a code into the number pad on the wall and continued through the snaking hidden hallways of the house. He reached a sturdy locked door, punched in the code for that one as well, and once inside, attempted to set you down. But you weren’t having that. 

Your breathing turned to panting as you desperately clung to Steve’s torso like a koala. 

“Shhh baby it's okay. You’re safe now, I promise.” He said softly to you, rubbing his large hands up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you.

You looked up at him with giant, terror-filled eyes before he realized what you were likely thinking.

“It's alright, honey, nobody can hear us from in here. It’s soundproofed.” He reassured you.

You slowly stopped fighting him, allowing yourself to be set down on the ground. You looked around with wet eyes at this room you hadn’t even known existed. The walls were painted a calming lavender, and though the room was small, there was a big comfy couch and a plush rug on the floor. A shelf against the wall held books, a radio, and a collection of movies, presumably to be played on the large TV on top of a chest of drawers against other wall. Steve guided you gently to the couch, pulling a giant cozy blanket off the arm and wrapping it around you.

“Please Daddy, what’s happening?” You asked, choking on the sobs you’d been stifling since you’d heard him swear.

“Oh sweetie. Daddy accidentally brought a bit of work home with him, didn’t he? Silly Daddy, huh?” He joked, hoping to cheer you up at least a little bit considering the circumstances, but you continued crying. 

“But thankfully, Baba is being really brave, and he’s gonna fix it all while you and I hang out down here, alright?”

“Is Baba gonna be okay?” You asked, trembling.

“Oh, of course baby. You know how strict Baba can get when you break the rules? Well he’s gonna use his scary voice to make these men go back home.”

Big you knew better; big you knew Bucky was down there killing those men, those men who had likely come to kill him, or Steve, or worse. But little you didn’t have to worry about that. As far as little you would ever know, these men had really come just to talk. Steve’s explanation calmed you down enough that he was no longer afraid you’d pass out from hyperventilation.

“How long is it gonna take?” You asked.

“I don’t know, baby. Hopefully not long. But look! Baba and I filled this room with tons of activities for whenever we need to come play down here!” Steve pointed towards the shelf, and upon closer look you noticed that all the books and movies were for little kids like you. The bottom shelf even held a stack of coloring books and a box of art supplies. As much as you loved to craft and color, you shook your head before nuzzling back into Steve’s chest.

“Oh, I understand, baby. It’s a lot right now, isn’t it? And it’s way past your bedtime! Now hang on, I know I put some in here somewhere…” He muttered the last bit to himself as he rose from the couch, with you still attached to him. He strode over to the drawers under the TV, opening one, the other, and finally finding a collection of brand new paci’s in the third drawer he checked. Your eyes lit up, you hadn’t even realized you’d been without your comfort item for so long.

“Check that out angel,” Steve smiled. “Every time you come down here, you get to pick a new paci to use. You like that?”

You nodded softly before pointing to a blue paci featuring an illustration of a big daddy bear hugging a little baby bear.

“Like me an’ you…” You whispered as Steve picked it up and popped it into your mouth, unable to resist pinching your chubby cheek, and you giggled. Steve carried you back over to the couch, intending to cuddle you as long as you needed him too and then even longer after that. But just as soon as he lowered the two of you onto the overstuffed cushions, Steve’s phone rang in his pocket. You tightened your grip around him slightly, looking up with wide eyes as he fished the phone from his pants. “It’s just my phone, baby, look.” He said, holding up the screen with Bucky’s contact photo displayed on it. “Baba calling?” You asked around your paci, reaching up at the phone.

“I’m gonna answer it first, okay? And then you can talk to him, is that alright? Can you be patient for Daddy?” He asked, and you nodded solemnly, playing with the hem of the blanket while Steve answered the phone. 

Even if you could make out the words on the other end of the line, you doubt you could have made sense of them considering the state you were in at the moment. 

“I love you too. See you in a minute.” Steve finally spoke, before hanging up the phone. You gasped. “I wanted to talk to Baba!” You said, beginning to tear up, but Steve scooped his arms around you and picked you back up. 

“You can, angel, in just a minute! He said the coast is clear, we can go back out and see him now.” He said, walking you towards the door, and he felt you tense around his body. 

“‘S it safe now, Daddy?” You asked cautiously. 

“It is, baby, I promise.” Steve replied, unlocking the sturdy door and carrying you out into the long passageways within the house.

“Pay attention to this, baby, I need to make sure you can come down here by yourself if you need to.” Steve commanded, and then sensing your anxiety rising again, he added “Don’t worry, angel, it's just in case. Daddy and Baba will try to be with you always.”

You watched your path, taking note of how many turns there were and when to take them, before you and Steve reached the back of the bookcase door. 

“This is the password, baby, see?” He demonstrated putting the numbers into the keypad, the code was your birthday, which made you smile. The door opened to reveal Bucky on the other side.

“Baba!!” You cried, reaching out towards him.

“Hey angel,” Bucky smiled, accepting you into his arms while Steve embraced the two of you, your little family at long last reunited after a brief but stressful night. 

When Steve pulled apart from you, he turned to the door, shutting it behind him. He placed his hand on a book and looked you in the eye.

“If you ever have to go down there, you pull on this book, alright?” He said, and when you squinted your eyes against the dim hallway, you noticed it was a book of your favorite fairy tales. Of course it was.

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[pieklo]

Reblog daily for health and prosperity

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

[imaginesteverogerss]

Steve trips and falls on his face in front of the Avengers. Someone will help pick him up, though, right?

“He’s beauty, he’s grace,he’s fallen on his face.”  Tony smiled.

“I thought he was Mr.United States?”  Clint added.  

Steve could hear Sam andNatasha giggling somewhere behind him. He didn’t want to turn over and see them gloating.  He hadn’t hurt anything more than his pride.  In front of a large crowd.  And cameras there for a public appearancewhile all the Avengers were in their gear.

He’d tripped on the edgeof Thor’s cape.  Or maybe it was the endof Clint’s bow.  Or the toe of Tony’ssuit.  He didn’t know.  

Thor’s hand came into viewand Steve grasped it.  Thor hauled him tohis feet.  And then over his head.  

“To lift such a NationalTreasure, I must truly be worthy!”  He managedbefore cracking himself up laughing.  

“Oh my god, Thor’s been listening to me.”  Tony’s delight was at odds with the stoicface plate of his suit.  

“This is the best dayever.”  Sam was beaming.  Cameras were flashing.  It was only a moment or two more, and thenSteve was laughing, too.  

[imaginesteverogerss]

Can you write something where Steve is actually a heavy smoker? And when people find out they get really surprised by it. (Whipping out a pack after the battle of New York, asking for a cigarette after he gets defrosted)

Steve had asthma growing up. It’s a fact everyone knows. You can go to the Smithsonian and see his long list of ailments next to his weak, skinny body and on the list of things wrong with him, asthma is right up there.

What peopled don’t know is how few things there were to help with that back then. Inhalers are new, beta antagonists didn’t come out til the 50’s, so what Steve had were asthma cigarettes. Not many–he had to make a pack last for at least four months because they were so expensive–but he remembers the feeling of fumbling to light one while Bucky smoked his real ones, of inhaling deeply and letting it help him breathe.

Once he changed and he could breathe normally without the aid of anything, he still missed the feeling. He liked having something to do with his hands while he waited and the acidic taste of smoke in his throat. While on tour, a lot of the girls were smokers and used to offer him some. It was something to do and a way to get to know them, and it wasn’t long before he’d be smoking every other day with Nancy or Steph or Jessica after the show and they’d all changed to normal clothing. 

It was both easier and harder to smoke during the war. To absolutely everyone’s surprise except Bucky’s, Steve had a mean poker face and would win cigarettes off of everyone. He usually shared them with Bucky (though Bucky won a fair share of his own) and occasionally he’d smoke with Peggy too. He liked it, he always has, and while it never hurt him, he did get that nice buzz going for a few minutes before it faded. 

It seems that for some reason, all the pictures of Steve that he’s sure were around where he’s got a cigarette dangling from his lips have disappeared because when he finally calmed down after the whole incident after waking up, the first thing he asked for was a cigarette and he actually saw a flicker of surprise in Fury’s dark eyes.

“Didn’t take you for a smoker type, Captain,” he says and Steve shrugs, gratefully lighting one and inhaling deeply. They tasted different, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that even this wasn’t the same, but it did the job.

He doesn’t smoke as much as he used to, after waking up. PR didn’t like it when he was caught with a cigarette because apparently they were pretty unhealthy now, but Steve just couldn’t shake the habit. And, plus, really, if he died from smoking then the serum must have not done such a great job anyways.

His rhythm, post-defrosting, consisted of punching bags until the chains snapped and chainsmoking just outside the gym, out of sight from everyone, at least until the alien battle in New York.

Who could blame him for asking if anyone had a cigarette after a battle like that? Shwarma wasn’t gonna cut it as a destresser. Everyone looked various shades of startled except Natasha, who’s lips quirked and she offered him one of hers and then came outside to smoke with him.

“I don’t smoke much, but it’s nice sometimes,” she says, glancing at him.

“I’ve been smoking since I was sixteen,” Steve admits, lips quirking. It was nice, with Natasha, felt a little bit like smoking after performances with the choir girls. 

After that, unless it was with Natasha, he didn’t smoke around anyone else to the point where they always forgot he did. Natasha and Steve would take smoke breaks together after missions, and he liked it, made him feel closer to her, like maybe they were friends.

When he met Sam, he learned quickly not to smoke around him, as the scent gave him nightmares, but Sam also never berated him for it, seeing a comfort mechanism for what it was. Steve was grateful for that and as a courtesy never smoked near him. 

It wasn’t until after everything, Bucky finally coming back, quieter, darker, a little colder, but still unmistakably Bucky. Steve is outside after a run, sipping coffee and watching the way his breath formed puffs in the cool air when someone steps up next to him.

“Hey, pal,” the voice is low and rusty but familiar. “You got a smoke?”

Steve looks up and meets Bucky’s eyes.