after months of dealing with hate being targeted towards me and my friends, i can no longer bite my tongue and just hope that, through remaining silent on a specific topic, it will go away and fade to dust.
i and many others were hesitant post about this on tumblr, out of a genuine desire to not bring unnecessary issues onto the platform. but, at this point, it seems everyone has something to say about us, despite knowing quite literally 5% of the story and not seeing a single ounce of proof of the claims being made against us. so, since everyone else is allowed to speak, now it's our turn.
back in november, when my friends and i began to receive hate, two writers took it upon themselves to create a groupchat with a few other people, in which they discussed agreeing with the hateful asks we were receiving. this agreement quickly turned into them drafting possible hate to send to us. as though drafting hate to send was not enough, these writers even had the audacity to comfort some of us in our DMS about the hate we were receiving.
(context for the screenshots: 1 of the members of the hate groupchat confirming it's existence to me)
(context for the screenshots: 1) the creator of the groupchat sending me comfort for the hate i had received only hours before creating the hate groupchat. 2) a portion of me confronting them about the groupchat. 3) them admiting to the existence of that groupchat. there are many more messages to this conversation, these are only brief sections.)
(context for the screenshot: and exchange between me and the member of the hate groupchat who leaked and screenshared the groupchat to someone else in bwa)
so no, bwa did not create a groupchat to send hate to anyone, someone created a groupchat to send hate to us. and no, bwa did not send death threats to other writers, death threats were sent to us. we have shared countless screenshots in the past depicting the disgusting things that were being sent to our inboxes, and were then mocked by people for “playing the victim”. it is downright evil that the things people have done to us has somehow been spun into this lie where we are now the perpetrators.
i understand that to most of you this doesn't matter, that this is not important. and i agree, i really do. but this whole ordeal has reached a point well beyond us being slandered by people who simply don't like us. since november, i have watched my friends be put through incredibly distressing situations. death threats, rape threats, homophobia and racism are just a few of the things that have been sent into our inboxes and/or directed towards us through anonymous blogs. some people have deactivated, some people have received hate for simply daring to interact with us, some people have abandoned tumblr as a whole, and now we have been made aware that lies are being spread... and all of this is happening over fanfiction.
i'm aware that, in posting this, it's not going to change much. those who believe the vile, baseless, receiptless claims that have been made against myself and others will continue to do so. if anything, they will feel an even stronger sense of hatred. i don't expect people to care about this matter, because it's ultimately a lot more fun to be outraged at a group of strangers than it is to feel an ounce of sympathy for them.
i am not posting this for drama. if i wanted drama, i would have posted about this and tagged those involved the moment this all began back in november. i am posting this because 5 months of constant harassment is now bordering on stalker behaviour and, quite frankly, i no longer feel it's my job to "keep the peace" for the sake of not upsetting anyone.
being quiet has done nothing: we have continued to receive hate, and other writers are comfortably twisting the truth and accusing us of doing the vile things they did to us. this situation has extended beyond just "bwa", the entire community is now riddled with other tumblr users being spoken about horrifically.
everyone needs to lock in and remember that we are all here for the same reason: fanfiction. fanfiction is not a competition, it's not a race we all need to win. it's literally just a hobby. why are we treating it like it is a matter of life and death?
i don’t really know how to end this post. i have so much more to say and share, yet i do not want to bring more harm to people, even if they themselves have carelessly hurt so many others. so, i’ll end it by saying this: names have been kept hidden in the screenshots out of the scarcely remaining respect i have for the people who made that groupchat and out of hope everyone can just move on, once and for all.
tw!! death/suicide threats. if you've read this and are unaware of the extent of the hate myself and others have received (and are now wrongfully being accused of doing), this is a post i made addressing it back in november. this is nothing new.
synopsis. normalcy isn't something you've ever thought possible in the life of a shield agent, but for the first time in his life, bucky can see right through you and your desire for a future without blood and guns.
content warning(s). fluff, established relationship, mentions of the reader being a shield agent and sniper.
word count. 1,1k
𑄹 veil yaps .ᐟ happy valentine’s day to @seleswrites, i was so excited to join @salty-tang’s beautiful event and honored to be apart of something so sweet during such a lovely holiday. my prompt was a ring! (9) this was shorter than I wanted it to be due to my own lack of motivation for writing, hopefully it's still sweet for you my dear darling reader!
The trunk of the car clicked when you pushed it shut, the strap of your duffel bag weighing so heavily on your shoulder you were beginning to think you packed a few cement bricks by mistake. The air around you was crisp and chilled, biting at your skin even through your layers of clothing.
You didn't hear his footsteps, not until he was standing beside you and lifting the bag from your shoulder. "I told you I can bring the bags in." Bucky reminded, his pale blue eyes soft and scolding on you.
"It'll get done faster if I help." You retorted, but making no effort to resist him taking the weight off your shoulder — quite literally. "And for the love of god, don't hit me with the 'pretty girls shouldn't be lifting heavy things' line."
A huff left his nose, dry and humorous as his lips twitched into a faint amused smirk. "I'm not the boys at SHIELD who can't flirt to save their lives, doll. I'm your man. We're on a vacation together."
Your eyes followed him as he made his way to the steps of the wooden cabin, a beautiful lake tucked right behind the fine wood. The sun, slowly peeking from the gray clouds, shined on the vibranium of his arm before he disappeared into the house. You let a sigh fall from your lips, your shoulders deflating.
He was right, of course he was.
You followed behind him into the cabin, the smell of fresh greens, laundry soap and some scented air freshener to mask the scent of the bleach used to scrub the place just a few hours before your arrival lingered in your nostrils. At this point, anything beat the scent of the smoke from a sniper rifle you've grown accustomed to over the years.
Once your shoes made sounds against the wooden floor, Bucky sunk to his knees in front of you — pulling the string easily and sliding off your boot before you could even speak, just an airy chuckle left your lips that curved into a soft smile. The kitchen was opened space, one of the first places your eyes caught even though the cabin was beautifully decorated despite the almost comedic amount of forest animal decor.
"Who's place did you say this was again?" You asked, glancing down at him before he stood up to tower over you so effortlessly. Despite knowing Bucky for years and being in this exact same stance more times than you could count, it never failed to make your stomach tighten and tingle in the faintest way.
"I didn't. I rented it." He spoke, the words rolling off his tongue with a soft sigh, his hands coming to rest on your hips. The eye contact from him alone was enough to make you want to drop the subject and just hold his eye contact for as long as possible.
The moment his eyes dropped to your lips, he was already leaning in and pressing his lips on yours. They fit against yours like a smooth puzzle piece, soft and capturing. Your fingers found their way to his hair, slipping through the brown locks with a softened, practiced touch.
He leaned his head to the left, his hand coming to hold half of your face as if you were something to cradle. When he separated, pulling back with a quiet inhale and softened eyes, he motioned towards the kitchen. His hand trailed down your skin, finger pads brushing against your soft skin until he took your hand in his and moved towards the kitchen with you.
Groceries were sitting on the counter, fresh greens and a few other contained products peeking out from the bags — the ingredients to make your favorite dinner. What sat beside them all alone on the granite counter top was a container of two cupcakes with a poor excuse of a frosting job. The contrast of them next to a beautiful bouquet of flowers wrapped in brown paper was almost laughable.
Then, the memories hit you like a truck, ones you were sure he forgotten just as you almost did — that night, sitting alone with him when he could barely look at you let alone speak a single word to anyone but Steve. The only thing you could do to earn his trust when you heard his stomach growl was offer him one of the cupcakes Sam had bought from a lousy excuse of a gas station.
You looked over at him as he just smiled faintly, picking up the container. "Figured we could use a bit of nostalgia." Was the only excuse that escaped his lips in that moment. You just stared like a deer in headlights, it was a memory you didn't think about too often, not when you had so many others with him. Yet, that scene was so clear in your head now as if it happened yesterday.
He held the desert in his hand, pulling down the wrapper with a soft smile and trained hands. "This was the first kind of cupcake I've ever been offered by a beautiful woman, all while my metal arm was pinned under a clamp press…" He let out an airy chuckle, his eyes never lifting to meet yours until he offered you it, placing it in your hand softly. "Now I'm returning the favor."
"I didn't think you remembered that…" You spoke, for once you didn't know what to say — English or Russian, no words came to your mind as you looked down at the pastry. The bite you took was curious, the taste bringing back that moment even clearer.
"Chalky?" He asked, his lips twitching faintly in a smile.
"Very chalky." You answered with the taste still in your mouth, swallowing before letting out a small chuckle and setting it down on the counter.
He let out a huff through his nose, still smiling as he reached into his back pocket, his fingers pinching around a diamond ring. "Well I'm glad I didn't put this in it then." Was all he said, making your gaze drop to the sparkle of the diamond under the farmhouse lights.
"Is that?…"
"Yeah." He cut you off with a soft yet quick response, his hand coming to trace up your forearm. "I figured…" He trailed off, lifting your hand in his as he admired your nails, his thumb rubbing lightly over them. "We could use some normalcy. Both of us. Maybe as husband and wife." It was more a question than a statement, one with unspoken layers as he lifted his gaze to yours, searching quietly.
There was only one answer you could give him, one of truth and the desire for what he was offering: Normalcy. As husband and wife. Something you could only ever experience through pretend, through playing a part on a mission with someone you could barely even knew.
Now here was a man who's seen the worst of you, a man you've seen the worst of, a man you've given pieces of yourself to, and a man who's given chunks of himself to you — slipping a diamond ring on your finger as you answered his indirect question.
with pink’s final installment posted today, lifting the pink veil comes to an end! this collaboration was the funnest collab i’ve ever had the pleasure of participating in with the coolest girl aka @pinksplace and we even got a bonus feature from the talented and beloved @unificsation!!
i wanna thank all of you for reading and indulging in each of our fics, and all the support you’ve shown as we posted — it means so much to me personally!
hii! thank you so much for calling my theme pretty, i really like this one as well. honestly it’s a mixture of different graphic resources that i find here searching through the #pngs #aesthetic pngs #aesthetic dividers #graphic resources #rentry resources tags!
i use both mobile apps and other apps like photoshop, picsart, phonto, etc for the editing parts and the filters.
i’m happy to give you a more in depth tutorial in dms on here or discord, but that’s the gist of what i do for my theme <33
and most importantly don’t forget to credit the people who made your resources! divider makers and other graphic creators on here bless us with their gorgeous work free of use, it’s always important to give them a tag or a mention in your post.
synopsis. when your patient seems pent up before his surgery, you take it upon yourself to relax him — like any good nurse would do.
content warning(s). inaccurate descriptions of medical practice, porn scenario, bucky is set to be in college and college aged, lowkey submissive!bucky, he calls you ma’am a lot, hand job, cum eating.
word count. 1,6k
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divider by @uzmacchiato
It was the most stupid decision Bucky has ever made, he was sure of it. Throughout all this time in college he has never gotten that drunk, done something that outrageous or managed to break his arm in three different places the process of it all — requiring surgery for a proper and safe healing process.
He has ever felt this dumb, sitting in a hospital bed with his arm in a sling, the muscle relaxers not doing their job very well — overall he was nervous at the thought of going under a doctor's scalpel.
He wasn't the type of college frat boy to do reckless things and break bones all the time, in fact it was by pure accident that he fell off the balcony — maybe influenced by one too many shots of hard liquor, but by pure accident his foot slipped and he landed on his arm.
You knocked on the door from the other side, his stomach curling as he sat up in place. "Mr. Barnes." You greeted, lifting up a sheet of paper on the brown clipboard to skim over the printed words. "I just need to have you fill out some paperwork and get your signature before we start prepping you for the surgery."
He let out an awkward noise from his throat, something like a stutter and a sigh. "I'm… left handed." He spoke with an embarrassed half smile, you could tell he was clearly nervous about this entire ordeal — it was etched into his expression, his tone, even his posture.
And you wouldn't be a good nurse if you couldn't read your patient's emotions and body language.
To Bucky, now he had two reasons to be a nervous mess. Getting his first surgery, and getting what would be the hottest woman he's ever seen in a tight white nursing uniform. White fabric clung to your skin tightly, the red lines running down the attire stitched into the cotton. One hell of a uniform, Bucky thought.
What had him truly staring was the red stiletto heels and the matching lipstick shade you dragged across your pretty plump lips. "Mr. Barnes." You spoke, snapping him out of the trance he succumbed himself to by staring at you for a little too long.
He cleared his throat, snapping his blues up to you. "Yes—Ma'am?"
"I said I'll write for you, just tell me the answers, alright?" You offered, sitting down in the plastic chair beside his bed, crossing your legs in a way that drew Bucky's attention like a magnet. The clipboard rested on top of your lap, the pen now in your hand as you clicked it. "Alright, I know your name… date of birth… what about your emergency contact?"
"My— You need my emergency contact? Like in case something goes wrong while I'm in surgery?" He asked quickly, his throat going dry as he rubbed his right hand on his pants, his palms moist with sweat.
"In case, yes. But I assure you Dr. Banner has an outstanding reputation in this clinic and in this state. You are in good hands, Mr. Barnes." You chuckled softly, trying to ease his sense of dread with a soft touch to his knee. Innocent in practice, but bordering on dangerous for Bucky.
He tensed under your touch, your manicured nails touching lightly against the bare skin of his knee making his nervousness grow into something else entirely.
He gave you a small nod, trusting you at your word. The questions were simple, routine and straightforward. He knew all of them, and answered with the same tone you were asking them. Then, came the finalizing one that had him shifting in his seat.
"Alright, you seem all set. Do you have any other questions?" You smiled, that's when he shifted noticeably. He drew a sharp breath, then sighing out as he looked down at his lap.
"I'm just… nervous. I've never needed surgery before." He rasped, hearing your heels take a few steps closer to him, clacking quietly against the polished floor — then they stepped into his line of sight, just in front of him.
"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" The lowness of your voice shifted the air in the room, a single bead of sweat sliding slowly down the left side of his temple. "You need to relax, Mr. Barnes." You spoke, the familiar nails he once felt on his knee just moments ago now dragging up his thigh slowly, nails raking along his skin.
"Yes… I do…" He whispered, your actions almost knocking the air flat out of his lungs. He was agreeing before he even understood what you were talking about, because the implication was clear as your finger slipped beneath the leg of his shorts, touching the hem of his boxers. "Wait, relax how?" He breathed.
"Relax before your surgery, Mr. Barnes. You'll feel better once you're all spent, right?" Your hand traveled up his boxers, you warm palm creeping up his thigh — he could feel every soft crease in it as you inched closer to his hardening cock.
Every practical and ethical thought was wiped from his mind with a simple glance down your chest as you leaned forward into him — red lace bra cupping your tits beautifully, and suddenly the surgery was an idea of the past.
"Yes, ma'am." He spoke breathlessly, leaning up on his elbows as he watched your hand retract from underneath his shorts and grope his clothed cock instead. He let out a shameless exhale, bordering on a whine. What was once a small tingle in his lower abdomen was now achingly hard and leaking pre-cum into his boxers the more you rubbed against him.
It wasn't long before he was begging in small breaths, unable to take his eyes off of you still stroking him through the containment of his shorts. "Please, please. Ma'am just — please, you said you'd help me relax." You couldn't help but take pity on him, as much as you were enjoying watching his expression contort and turn into a whining mess, you had a job to do — after all you were a nurse, you were a health care professional, you were the person he trusted to guide him into his surgery with a clear mind.
Your heels clacked softly against the floor as you walked over to the glove dispenser on the wall, drawing out two fresh nitrile gloves. The blue elastic band snapped easily against your wrist as you hovered near him. He was once sweating from nerves, now he's aching with arousal that was begging to be eased by the cause of it.
"How do you feel?" You coaxed, the sultry tone making his knees weak as you slid your fingers into the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down slowly as he lifted his hips to assist you.
"Mm, it aches. Please, ma'am—" He whined softly, his cock slapping up against his stomach once freed. His tip was coated in just a bit of his own sticky release, enough to form a bead at his tip and smear into the fabric of his boxers. He felt huge in your hand, your fingers just barely being able to wrap fully around his width.
His lips twitched almost in a confident smirk, but it quickly faded once you started stroking softly, building up your own rhythm. The movement of your fingers had him lolling his head back, his elbows supporting him on the hospital bed, his skin digging into the cotton sheets.
"How do you feel now?" You asked again, stroking him at the same speed you have been, squeezing his tip lightly each time your hand moved up. He didn't respond in the moment, he couldn't. He didn't trust himself not to moan too loudly and expose your activity to the rest of the hospital. You watched in a hidden admiration as he started to come apart under your touch, a broken gasp and a moan ripping from his throat as he gripped the thin mattress beneath him.
"So fuckin' good… I'm gonna..." He moaned before spilling into your hand, coating your gloves in his spend in slow pulses. You kept stroking him slowly until he was completely spent, watching as he shut his eyes and held his moans inside.
"That felt—" He starts, inhaling deeply as if the air has just been stolen from his lungs. "That felt amazing. I — Thank you." He stuttered, blinking as he leans back fully on the bed and slowly comes down from his high.
You let go of him, bringing your gloved finger to your mouth and licking a bold stripe up the index, tasting his release on the blue glove with a satisfied hum. Through the corner of his eye, that single action had his cock twitching in the air before it rested against his stomach.
You turned your back, stepping on the pedal to the trash can as you stripped off your gloves and tossed them into the garbage can. "Dr. Banner should be in shortly." You glanced back at him with a soft smirk, watching him secure his shorts around his waist. "Good luck, Mr. Barnes."
Dr. Banner turned the corner as you exited, watching you walk away with the soft smirk still plastered on your lips and the door to Mr. Barnes' room cracked open. He let out a soft huff underneath his breath, giving the door a light knock before entering.
He watched as Bucky sat up straighter, subtle embarrassment etched into his expression, something he tried to play off with a nervous smile. As if his hottest fantasy didn't just fall into his lap moments ago — or more accurately, touch on his lap.
Dr. Banner lifted the sheet of paper hooked under the clipboard, skimming down through the information — he couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape his lips. "Quite the nurse, isn't she?" He spoke with an amused smile, gesturing toward the hallway you just went down. "Alright, let's bring you down into the surgical wing."
For many reasons, Bucky's first surgery was something he'd never forget, you ensured that.
chris evans and scarlet Johansson are zionists btw
while i am up to date on current world issues and am openly pro palestine, anti ice, it is hard to keep up when it comes to the vast majority of celebrities. i tend to not put them on a pedestal because they disappoint so often, and this is what scarlett johansson has done as well as many other marvel actors and actresses whom i find just so disheartening to hear.
i admire mark ruffalo, florence pugh, pedro pascal, oscar isaac, andrew garfield and more marvel actors and actresses who have shown their open support for palestine.
i also hope you can separate fiction from reality, in the case that this ask was meant to be a way for you to get me to stop writing for steve rogers / natasha romanoff. these are simply characters that those actors play, and i will continue to write for whomever fictional character(s) i choose.
thank you for letting me know about scarlett, she i did not know about. that is incredibly disappointing.
it’s hard to believe one thousand lovely pookies follow me, there’s truly no words for how grateful i am that people enjoy my writing. feel free to drop ideas in my inbox for any form of celebration you guys would like to see! (mini tutorials, inbox game(s), special event, etc.)
i love you all so deeply, the friends i’ve made on here are dear to me and so are the lovely and talented mutuals i’ve made in my time here.
hey there!! are you planning on posting american fugitives with cap quartet?
hii!! it’s on the wip list, unfortunately i have a lot of works on my docket right now i wanna get out but i do promise it is on that list!
for now, if you’re craving a gangbwang, my darling @unificsation wrote alabaster walls for my lifting the pink veil collaboration, go check it out it’s absolutely delicious!
synopsis. so, you wanna be a star, baby? a recommendation from bucky barnes will make you one — that’s what he tells you when he smushes your face down into the cold leather of his casting couch, giving you a taste of the industry you’re so desperate to join.
content warning(s). casting couch scenario, adult film actress!reader, mentions of porn filming, bucky's shameless (after all, why wouldn't he be?) exhibitionism, bucky films you the whole time. reader has breasts, titty fucking, praise and very light degradation, mention of reader being young/a bit inexperienced, pussy inspection, fingering, bucky fantasizes. use of petnames (sweet little thing, baby, sweetheart, babe, little slut, etc.)
word count. 1,5k
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You watched him from across his desk, he scanned over the paper you had handed him earlier like it was a grocery receipt — something to glance at, something to skim and toss away into the garbage. Because in truth, it didn't matter. It didn't matter that you had been in only one adult film before reaching out to him, it didn't matter if you had no experience or plenty of it — you were something that caught Bucky's eye.
He received your email a few days ago, one he'd usually just ignore because, well, he was a busy man — but there was something about you even virtually that had him pulled in.
"What's a sweet little thing like you wanna do in the porn business, baby?" He questioned, watching you lift your head up when he finally spoke. His office was chilly, the kind of cold that didn't quite give you goosebumps — but his black leather couch did.
You chuckled softly, digging deep to find the answer to his question, because what were you doing here? Sitting across from Bucky Barnes himself in his own office, the man who's notorious from turning small time creators into filthy rich porn stars. It's not like you ever saw this for yourself, the life of a dirty actress never appealed to you before.
"If I'm being honest, the money." You spoke with a smile, unable to fully hold his eye contact for too long — the piercing blues from a man who smelled like cool leather and Marlboro reds, a scent you could smell even from sitting eight feet away. "And I think this film sounds interesting." Maybe the second part wasn't entirely true.
He let out a small huff through his nose, his chair creaking slightly as he stood up with his fingers wrapped around a small cam corder. "Movies like this make a lot of cash, are you sure you're ready for something like this?" He asked, walking over to stand in front of his desk. He leaned back, sitting casually against it as he opened the camera, pointing it down at you.
From his taller view he got a good shot of your cleavage, the push up bra complimenting you to it's fullest capabilities. "Are you recording?" You asked quietly, looking up at him through your long eyelashes that had him zooming in with his lips twitching in a smirk.
"You're gonna be on camera a lot, baby. You should start getting used to it. Besides, this is all apart of casting you… I need to see what you've got, sweetheart." His teeth showed beneath his smirk, "Why don't you pull your dress down for me, huh? Slowly."
His voice was like silk thread, wrapping around your brain so smoothly you didn't even hesitate before reaching your hands to slip the straps of your dress down your shoulders. "Atta girl." Bucky praised lowly, watching through the camera's lens as you slid your dress down to your waist — slowly, just as he told you.
He stepped forward, his darker frame towering over you like a shadow. Pieces of his black hair dangled in his face frame but his focus was on you. He reached down, cupping your breast through your bra, groping you with his other hand still wrapped around his camcorder.
"Have you ever had your tits fucked before?" He questioned, giving the mound a firm squeeze and rubbing his thumb along the outline of your hardened nipple through your bra.
"No." You swallowed, letting out a soft breath from your mouth. The air in the room felt tight, the space between you shrinking as he took another small step closer, closing any distance between you.
"You know, titty fucking is in the film. Don't you want some experience with it?" His question was pure invitation, like dangling a worm hooked on a rod in front of a fish — and you took it. You nodded softly, looking up at him and holding the darkened gaze that you've been avoiding. His smirk widened slightly, his hand that was once groping your breast coming to hold your chin.
"That's a good girl." He praised, his crotch just inches from your chest, pushing his hips in a little closer. His hand moved from your chin to his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it off while the camcorder stayed focused on you — looking up at him with those pretty eyes he wanted to make roll back.
"Push them together nice and pretty for me, baby." Bucky spoke lowly, watching you unclasp your bra and set it aside on the leather cushion next to you. You did as he asked, pushing your tits together as he let out a soft groan under his breath — one you barely heard, one he could barely contain.
He pushed his boxers down just enough to spring his cock free, hard and aching as he slipped it up between your tits, his thighs pressing into you. You could feel some of his body weight as he cupped his hand just under your breast, pushing them together tighter as he slipped his cock between them.
"Feel that, babe? What's it feel like to have a dick between your tits, huh?" He breathed, slowly moving his hips back and forth with a smirk that only seemed to grow.
It felt different, but god did it feel good. Soft groans fell from his lips, the ones he couldn't keep inside while he pumped his cock into your chest. He kept the camcorder wrapped tightly around his fingers, focused on the pornographic scene in front of him — and you, staring down at his cock while keeping your tits pressed tightly together.
"Fuck, you're doing so good." He moaned lowly, pulling his cock from between your breasts abruptly. "No training necessary, baby." He breathed, lips twitching in his infamous little smirk. He tucked his cock back into his boxers, pulling his black jeans back up his hips. "Let's see if that pussy's got the same talent, yeah?"
You reached over for your bra beside you, but he caught your wrist softly. "Don't cover up baby, it's good for the camera." You let out a small huff, leaving the bra in it's discarded position and fixing your gaze up at him. He lowered himself down next to you on the couch, the camcorder still in his grasp.
"Lay on my lap, baby." He spoke lowly, stabilizing the camcorder wrapped in his hand. When you hesitated, even for a moment, he reached out to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear softly. "Wanna be a star, yeah? I can make you one… you just gotta be good for me, okay? Then I'll put in a glowing recommendation."
You nodded slowly, your lips pulling into a small smile as you crawled over him and laid your ass in his lap — the leather of his couch feeling as cold as ever against your bare, heated skin. "That's good, that's so good." He muttered, his hand sinking under the fabric of your dress, pushing it up over the hump of your ass until you were exposed for him.
He pulled your panties down slowly, making you gasp quietly when the air hit your wetness. You couldn't see what he was doing behind you, not even as his fingers stroked softly up your folds — feeling you like you were something to explore, something to discover.
You breathed softly, feeling his calloused fingers brush up against your clit, then rubbing slow circles. You refrained your moans, biting the inside of your cheek as his finger pad stopped just before pushing into your hole.
"Come on, the camera should hear what a good little slut you are, right? Moan for me, baby." He spoke, you didn't even need to glance back, you could hear the smirk on his lips as he sunk his middle finger into you. It was slow, his fingers pushing deep with every slow, stretching pump.
"Hard to believe you've ever had a cock in here, you didn't lie on your resume, did you baby?" He asked, pushing in his pointer finger as the camcorder stayed in focus on your pussy sucking in his fingers greedily.
A moan ripped from your throat, your cheek pressing into the leather of his couch as he pumped you with two thick fingers, the stretch of them burning in the most pleasurable way you've ever felt from just two fingers. You shook your head, giving him a mindless "Mm-mm."
He chuckled lowly, his fingers making slow scissoring motions while stuffed inside your cunt. "Fuck." You whined, your voice cracking.
"Sorry, sweetheart, gotta stretch you out good for your co-star. Stevie's quite big, he's gonna ruin this pretty little cunt on the first take." He spoke with feigned sympathy, his fingers pumping into you with a quickened pace. It became less exploratory and more like he wanted to see how drenched you could make his fingers, or how pretty he could make you cry.
It was safe to say, you got the part — and Bucky Barnes kept his word, making you a star in the industry he made sure to prepare you for, his thick fingers and curved cock making a lasting impression on the tightest cunt Bucky's ever defiled.
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact.
just a small group of friends who happen to also be bucky writers coming together to present you a world of different buckys.
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buckyverse — @firingstars
➞ welcome to the buckyverse— a collection of bucky barnes au fics written by insane fucking idiots that spent the past two+ weeks gooning in a discord chat. please enjoy!
bwatober! — @houseofhyde
➞ one, two, bwa is coming for you… what’s scarier than one bwa collab? another bwa collab! welcome to our rendition of kinktober/flufftober, a collection of 17 bucky fics featuring select prompts. the only thing more terrifying than our deadlines is the emotional coin-toss you’ll be playing with each fic… so what will it be: dick or sweet?
once upon a time...⏾⋆.˚— the tales of bucky barnes masterlist — @superbassbuck
➞ “Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a man named Bucky Barnes. Some say he was a devoted prince, others whispered of a pirate adrift on wild seas, and others claimed he was an ugly beast cursed by ruin. Yet no two tales of him were ever the same, for not every story follows the path as old as time.”
the twelve days of christmas — @chateaubarnes
➞ 'twas the night before christmas, and all through the house, not a bucky was stirring, not even to pout...
lifting the pink veil — @spdrveil
➞ bucky writers’ association (2026) × lifting the pink veil a duo collaboration starring @pinksplace and @spdrveil .ᐟ
with a special bonus feature from @unificsation ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
synopsis. when strucker’s pizzeria sends a mouth watering delivery boy to your doorstep, you find yourself paying for your order another way.
content warning(s). oral sex (m!receiving), gagging, slight hair pulling if you really squint, unprotected piv sex, creampie, slight food play (?), light banter, bucky’s young and cocky, slight use of pet names (baby, sweetheart.)
word count. 2,4k
᧔ෆ᧓ ltpv masterlist | playlist
You twirled the white cord of your phone charger as the phone rang in your ear, bent over your kitchen counter comfortably waiting for your local pizza restaurant to answer their line. When the dial clicked and the call was answered, you sighed thankfully under your breath.
"Strucker’s Pizzeria. Fast, hot and ready. What can I get you today?" The woman on the phone greeted as she usually did.
"Can I order a medium pepperoni with a side Caesar salad? Oh, and what do you have for new desserts?" You asked, tilting your head into your phone's speaker.
"Of course, for new desserts we have a new jumbo cookie, a loaded pretzel, a chocolate brownie and cinnamon sticks." She explained, the line picking up the sounds of her scribbling your order down on a sheet of paper on her end.
"I'll take a jumbo cookie, thank you." You chimed, the thought making your stomach grumble in it's own hunger. Your phone charger was wrapped around your finger, still twirling without thought.
"Okay, is this for pick up or delivery?" The woman asked, making you think. The idea of getting dressed only to drive for five minutes was far from appealing.
"Delivery, please." You responded, telling her your address after she asked for it.
"Okay, our delivery boy will be over in about twenty five minutes. You have a good night, ma'am." And with that, the call ended and you set your phone down on the counter.
You pulled your finger from the phone cord wrapped loosely around it, leaving your phone on the counter as you made your way into your living room. It was a cozy space, freshly cleaned and vacuumed — the scent of your favorite candle lingering in the small space.
You sat on the arm of your couch, falling back into the throw pillows with a soft bounce. Your favorite show played on low volume, one you've seen a few times, one that you could close your eyes and fall asleep to if you so desired.
When your doorbell rang a while later, you forced your eyes open and sat up off your couch, missing it's soft embrace as soon as you left it. You muted your tv with the remote, quickly walking over to the door and turning it's lock.
You pulled the door open, expecting either some teenager on their bicycle or a grown man in a greasy shirt and a banged up car — to your surprise, it was neither. He was hot — messy short brunette hair, charming blue eyes and a black cord necklace with an unfamiliar pendent hanging around his neck.
And you? You were careless with your tiny nightgown and open robe — that much was clear when his smile faltered slightly and his eyes dropped to your attire. You could practically see the gears turning in his head before you hid yourself behind the safety of your door, your head still peaking out.
"Um, I just need… $24.95." He spoke, voice rasped slightly with something you couldn't fully place.
"Right, let me get that." You replied a little too quickly, leaving him standing at your door as you turned and walked to your kitchen, digging through your purse to find your wallet.
He let himself in after a few moments, glancing around at the cozy little space you called your apartment. Everything was neat and organized, no signs of a boyfriend, he thought.
When all you could find in your wallet was a folded dollar bill, you let out a soft sigh and turned to face him. "Um, you don't take cards by chance… do you?" You asked nervously, it was worth a try, you supposed.
Your shoulders slumped when he shook his head, "No, sorry." He answered, pressing his lips together faintly. "But, we can figure something out. Right?" His lips pulled into a suggestive smile, a darkness in his blues that gave you goosebumps on your skin and a wetness between your thighs.
"Like?" You asked, practically batting your eyelashes at him — you couldn't help it, just look at the guy, you'd be insane not to want to pull him into your bedroom and not come out until the sun rose the next day.
He clicked his tongue, slowly shutting your front door with his foot. "Well," The word dragged on his tongue, pure suggestiveness in his voice. "I could cover it for you, ma'am." The way he was eyeing you down was far from respectful, it was dirty. It was blunt. It was attractive.
His boots hit your hardwood floors with each step he took towards you, setting the enclosed boxes of delivery food on your kitchen table. You licked your lips as he towered over you, chest hair peeking out from under his v-neck tee shirt with the restaurant's logo embroidered onto the right chest pocket.
You had to know what you were doing to him, how could you not? Answering the door in a tiny nightgown and a short robe, you had to know you were turning his mind into something sinful and dangerous.
He looped his arm around your waist, between your nightgown and robe as he pulled you flush against him — lips crashing against yours, he tasted like the peppermints he'd chew in his car on the drive here, the taste still fresh on his tongue.
You leaned into him, his hands coming to push your robe off your shoulders as the back of your thighs hit the table. He cupped his hand under your knee, helping you up on the table, his lips never leaving yours for a second.
His tongue moved skillfully against yours, smooth, wet and hot. Once your robe was off, he threw it towards the corner of the room, paying it no mind as soon as it was discarded. His hand moved to grip your jaw softly, holding you in place as he licked your tongue like he was trying to savor the very taste of your mouth.
Your hand came up to hold the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into you as your legs hooked around his waist. He smiled into the kiss, something of genuine amusement. You parted slightly, lips merely an inch apart. "What's funny?" You asked breathlessly.
"Mm, nothing. Just had a hunch that you weren't wearin' panties… guess I was wrong." He teased, hands sliding up your nightgown, scrunching it up your waist. You could feel his toothy grin against your lips, making you chuckle.
"You think I go answering my door to strangers without any panties on?" He only shrugged slightly, peering down to your outfit again.
"Well," He murmured into your lips, "That would've been hotter, but it's nothin' I can't take off of you, yeah?" You wanted to tease him back, enjoying the banter, but his lips were on yours again and you didn't want to pull away.
Just like he promised, his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down as you lifted your hips to assist him. He pulled back to pull your panties down and off your legs, then he let them fall to the floor without a second thought.
Your hand reached forward, pulling on the buckle of his belt — he got the hint, reaching down to unbuckle it and shove his pants down. When he reached for his boxers, you stopped him, sitting up off the table as you guided him down into one of your dining table chairs.
You lowered yourself down in front of him, planting your pretty knees into the hardwood floor, positioning yourself right between his thighs. His chest rose when you pulled his boxers down yourself, watching his cock slap up against his stomach.
Jesus Christ. He was like something out of a porn magazine. Like a picture you'd find on some hot guys' twitter account. When you swallowed, a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "Am I too big for that pretty little mouth?"
You shook your head, pushing the weary feeling that he was gonna leave you with a sore throat down and wrapping your hand around his hardened length. You gave him a few small pumps before inching yourself further, bringing your head down to drag your tongue from base to tip, the tip of your tongue brushing against his balls.
He leaned his head back with a drawn out sigh, eyes closing as you wrapped your lips fully around his tip. You hallowed your cheeks, tongue moving against the skin. "Fuck, take it deeper, c'mon." He encouraged, his hand coming to hold your jaw softly as he helped you sink down on his cock.
You took him about three quarters of the way before gagging around his girth, making him chuckle softly, as if he was proud of himself for being able to make you choke on it — but how could he not be?
You relaxed your throat and took him further, your nose hitting his pubic hairs as his tip hit the very back of your throat. You blinked away the water in your eyes, pulling back before taking him just as deep again. His hand moved up to your hair, fingertips rubbing into your scalp as you continued sucking him off.
His moans were quiet, barely slipping past his lips. Your chin became wet and slick with your own spit, his fingers tangling in the strands of your hair as he made a fist. "Shit, baby." He choked out, inhaling sharply when you hummed around his cock, sending a vibration down his length.
He pulled you off his cock when his gut tightened, he didn't wanna cum too early when he had the opportunity to do it inside you, he thought.
You wiped your chin on the back of your wrist, then used his knees to help yourself up off the floor as you moved the boxes of delivery pizza out of the way, clearing a large space. "Get up there." You told him, motioning towards the table with your head.
"You're serious? On the table?—" He asked, but moving to sit up on the table the minute you pointed, insinuating that you were very serious. "Alright, then." He chuckled under his breath — he leaned back as you climbed slowly on top of him, hands and knees pressing into the table as you captured his lips onto yours.
He moved his hand into your hair, palm touching your cheek as he kissed you. He could taste himself on your tongue, making his cock twitch beside your bare thigh. You could feel his hot breath when he parted, his chest rising and falling as you planted your knees beside his thighs, straddling him.
"So what have I worked off so far, hm?" You spoke, your fingers wrapping around his cock, giving him a few soft strokes.
He let out a sigh, his head dipping back slightly with his elbows keeping him propped up. "Hm, sucking my dick covers the salad…" That familiar smirk ghosted over his lips as your own lips pulled into a smirk of your own. You lined his cock up to your entrance, leaning into his ear.
"What does me riding your dick cover then, hm?" Your breath fanned by his ear, sending a shiver down his spine as he reached to hold onto your hips to steady himself.
"Gotta get inside you first, baby..." He breathes, watching as you finally sink yourself down onto his cock. He lets out a low groan as you completely envelop him — you're warm, you're wet, you're so tight. You felt like every wet dream he's ever had, sinking deeper until you no longer could.
You were completely full of him, every burning stretch you suppressed becoming worth it by the sensation of being utterly full.
You leaned back, rocking your hips softly, building your own steady rhythm. His grip on your hips tightened, a groan ripping from his chest. "Jesus christ."
With your palms planted into the table, you picked up your pace and chased after that tingling, stretching feeling his cock delivered. The moans that spilled from your lips were pure pornography, they went in sync with the wet slapping of your ass against his thighs as you started bouncing slowly on his cock.
His hand traveled from gripping the plump of your hip to between your legs, his thumb rubbing smooth circles into your clit as you bounced. When your orgasm finally hit it was hot, tingling and crashing over you in ways that had your thighs trembling around him and your walls clenching.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He warned, making you slow your rhythm.
"You're gonna pull out, right?" You breathed, your chest rising and falling.
"Well, you did order a dessert." His smirk pulled on the corner of his lips, "Gonna let me cum in your pretty little pussy to pay off your order, baby?"
You fell for his charm, hook line and sinker. You sat up, leaning into him as your hands came to his broad shoulders. Grabbing his jaw, you pressed your lips against his, pushing your tongue into his mouth.
His hands squeezed your hips, his tongue dancing intimately with yours. He started guiding you, rocking your hips back and forth as he met each thrust. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, feeling his pelvis brush against your clit and his cock fucking up into you made you moan into his mouth.
With a strained moan, you could feel him twitch inside of you after speeding up with sloppy thrusts and noises between groans and whines. Then, he filled you. You let out a quiet gasp at the feeling, leaning into his embrace as he held you there.
It was an odd feeling, one you've never felt — you've never let a man cum inside you, much less a pizza delivery boy, and yet it felt fucking euphoric. When he pulled out after catching his breath, you glanced down to the pool of cum leaking from between your thighs.
"Sorry, baby." He chuckled under his breath, grabbing one of the napkins tucked into the box and swiping it slowly between your legs. Your stomach growled as he tossed the napkin aside, making him smirk softly.
He pulled open the box of pizza, his fingers wrapping around the crust of a slice littered with pepperonis melted into the cheese. "Open." He spoke, soft enough to not sound demanding, firm enough to not sound like a request.
You opened your mouth with a faint smile, watching him bring the slice to your lips and push it into your mouth slowly — just enough for you to take a good bite. You chewed, letting out a soft hum in approval of the taste.
"Good girl." He smiled, his other hand giving your hip a small squeeze.
"When you order again, ask for Bucky to deliver it to you, sweetheart."
✉︎♡‧₊˚ dear my darling reader - a bucky x reader valentines day event annoucement
given the recent negativity in the fandom, let's make this valentine's day a little sweeter ⋆˙⟡♡ i'm hosting a bucky x reader fic exchange (with a twist!) so whether you're a seasoned hand or this will be your first time posting, all are welcome here!!
every writer needs a muse ! this time let's write for each other ♡
aesthetics credit: @earthsmightiestbenders
sign up here! (google form) & join our event tumblr community (main place for updates + communication) here
Sign-ups close: 12 Jan 2026
Assignments: 14 Jan 2026
Posting from: 12 Feb 2026 - 16 Feb 2026
how does this work?
there’ll be a prompt list and all fics are based on at least one prompt from it! when you sign up, you’ll pick:
♡ at least one prompt you’d like to write
♡ at least one prompt you’d like to read
and then i’ll match everyone into pairs and/or small groups based on those choices!
the twist!
there’ll also be a small optional personal section with fun questions. if you fill it out, i’ll use it to gently matchmake people i think might get along as friends too!
no pressure at all to fill that out - you’ll still be matched primarily based on what you want to read/write
for more details please see the rules + FAQ section!
what makes your heart flutter?
a romantic getaway
writing love notes on fogged-up windows and pretending it’s just doodling
"wait, it's Valentine's Day today?!"
a bouquet of flowers
kissing in the kitchen while something burns on the stove
"this isn't what friends do, right?"
saved from a no-show date
"i want to show everyone how in love with you I am"
a ring
making fun of Valentine’s Day but still celebrating it anyways
important! this event has a minimum word count of 500!
quick event rules!
Full rules + FAQ here
♡ 18+ only
♡ Minimum fic length: 500 words
♡ Default content rating: Marvel movie–rated (PG-13) unless otherwise agreed and clearly tagged
♡ Tumblr Community (dear my darling reader) is the main event hub — all updates + the masterpost will be posted there
♡ This is not a secret santa, so you’re encouraged to talk to your match if you want!
♡ All fics must be based on at least one prompt (your assigned prompt should be the main focus)
♡ Posting window opens 12 Feb. Please don’t post before then
♡ If something comes up, communicate early! ghosting will have you blacklisted from this and future events
important! Full rules + FAQ here !
sounds like fun? sign up here!
we would love to spend valentine's day with you ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
⟡ bucky writers’ association (2026) × lifting the pink veil
a duo collaboration starring @pinksplace and @spdrveil .ᐟ
with a special bonus feature from @unificsation ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
BE ADVISED! works listed below may contain taboo kinks and topics that may not be comfortable for everyone — please read the warnings given and act accordingly to your comfortability. we are not responsible for your media consumption.
PLAYLIST: collaboration inspired spotify playlist
CREDITS: some dividers made by @uzmacchiato, all other graphics are originally made for this collaboration
HOT ‘N READY.ᐟ by @spdrveil
synopsis when when strucker’s pizzeria sends a mouth watering delivery boy to your doorstep, you find yourself paying for your order another way.
▸ rent the movie
HOT HANDS.ᐟ by @pinksplace
synopsis you need to relax and your new (large-handed) masseuse has a few ideas.
▸ rent the movie
AFTER HOURS.ᐟ by @spdrveil
synopsis so, you wanna be a star, baby? a recommendation from bucky barnes will make you one — that’s what he tells you when he smushes your face down into the cold leather of his casting couch, giving you a taste of the industry you’re so desperate to join.
▸ rent the movie
HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE.ᐣ by @pinksplace
synopsis sam said yoga would be a good idea, help him destress and stay in shape between missions. that's nice and all, but how is he supposed to stay "loose" when his pretty instructor has him nothing but hard.
▸ rent the movie
SPECIAL BONUS FEATURE.ᐟ by @unificsation
synopsis teamwork makes the dream home work. call america’s best to remodel your home: lay down pipes, screw your drawers, paint your walls—anything you need.
▸ rent the movie
YOUR MOM.ᐟ by @pinksplace
synopsis steve thought it was a joke when bucky said his mom is hotter than all the girls on campus. bucky, who for some reason drives home every weekend, wasn't joking.
▸ rent the movie
GO GO NURSE.ᐟ by @spdrveil
synopsis when your patient seems pent up before his surgery, you take it upon yourself to relax him — like any good nurse would do.
▸ rent the movie
SKINNY DIP.ᐟ by @pinksplace
synopsis your husband wanted a house with a pool and the promise of his wife wearing the tiniest bikinis next to it. you kept up your end of the deal, its your husband who never bothers to enjoy either. It's only fair you hire the cutest pool boy money can buy, and bucky promises to give both of you proper care.
▸ rent the movie
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