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Ah…I’d say nothing Bucky must be a good bf then.

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*me, checking my own AO3 account to see if I have posted any new fic I’ve been waiting for yet*

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i wanted to prove to myself that i could draw actual nsfw things but i chickened out

i guess we’ll never know what’s going on a bit further left  ┐( ﾟヮﾟ)┌

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Steve and Bucky at any given moment:

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Animals

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Hi friends, I miss you! I'm on a little break because of health and work stuff, but yesterday I sloooowly started to write again. I'll be updating my fics in the pace that I finish them, so just sit tight and I'll have them all out eventually <3

But here's something I wanted to say:

I loved writing and posting Kinktober, but some fandom-related stuff came with that whole thing that had me needing to take a step back for a moment unfortunately. Ao3 and fandom spaces on Discord have been my safe little world for a long while and I feel my happiest when I get to be here and interact with other writers and readers. I started this particular tumblr a small while back to be able to post and talk even more about fanfics, and while it really has made me become closer to some really awesome people out there, it has also sadly opened me up to that less-nice part of tumblr. I've been on my other tumblr account for about a decade now, and I've kept it extremely anonymous which has allowed me to escape a lot of negative energy so far. But this account is under my "name", under Pandafish, and that made things different.

I don't have any wish to go into details, but anyone who is familiar with tumblr or just open fandom spaces knows the kind of people I'm talking about. People who want to make things into fights simply for the sake of fighting, or people who take advantage of the feeling of fandom spaces being safe and friendly. I tend to trust people within the fandom, I like living in a world where it's rewarding to trust people, and I spend too much of my work time needing to pick fights to want to do that in my spare time. But I've started to feel more uneasy on Tumblr specifically because of some people. Thankfully only very few, but still. This is why I've turned off anon comments. This is also why commissions won't be opening up again for the forseeable future.

Like many other fanfic writers, I work several jobs. Like many other fanfic writers, I'm disabled. I'm not saying this because I want sympathy; I'm saying it because I want people to understand what it takes to continue to write and publish fanfics like so many of us do. I write because it's my favourite hobby - it makes me happy and I love it. What I love even more is the friends I've made because of it. I love how I've found people to be silly with, to be honest with, to be safe with. Fandom spaces have been - and are to an extent still - the only space where I've been able to fully express myself.

For that, thank you.

Here's the rule I want for my online spaces: if you don't have anything nice to say, be quiet and find something you like instead. If you dislike an author or their work, simply leave it alone. If you want more of something I've written, that's awesome, of course you're allowed to tell me you want more. But if I don't respond right away, be okay with that. Sometimes requests can feel pressuring; other days they feel uplifting. I promise never to be rude about a well-meaning comment, if you promise not to leave rude comments.

I want to post more on here. I want to talk to you guys more. And most of all, I want to trust that everyone who messages me wants us to be friends.

If you want the same thing, you're welcome to stay. If not, the internet is a big place. You're free to find a space that doesn't include me.

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I remember that one Chris Evans truckstop hooker photoshoot. That beautiful son of dentist RUINED my entire life in just six photos. (But also, HOT DAMN! I just ended-up imagining a modelAU and Bucky as the thirsty-as-fuck photographer who is practically dehydrated anytime he has Steve as his model.)

ugh you mean these?

how is anyone supposed to survive with all this out there?

Also, I hope you don’t mind! 

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Bucky tries to swallow. Finds his throat much too dry. This always happens. Well, no. Not always. Just whenever he has a photoshoot with him. 

Steve Rogers. 

The sexy as fuck model that looks like the offspring of an angel’s laugh and sunshine. All those chiseled muscles. That jawline. Those painfully blue eyes. That ass. Oh, how Bucky’s been tempted so many times to slap it. Horribly unprofessional and Bucky knows how to be professional. 

It’s just.

When Steve Rogers flexes he has the urge to bite his arms. And when he tosses his hair, Bucky wants to knot his fingers through it and pull. And when he smiles, Bucky wants to drop his fucking camera and capture those sinful lips with his and kiss him until they’re sweating and breathless. 

After wrapping up today’s shoot, Bucky’s pretty sure he’s dehydrated from salivating all day long. He’s been staring at Steve Rogers in just a pair of tight blue jeans–sometimes opened slightly pushed down–for hours now. All these positions have been giving Bucky too many ideas, and he’s practically having a meltdown. 

At the watercooler, Bucky fills himself a cup and downs it all in one go. He fills it again. Sips this one a little slower. 

“Excuse me, Bucky?” 

Bucky literally chokes on the water he’s drinking, spitting it out and wetting the front of his shirt. He coughs and needs to hit his chest with his fist. Because Steve Rogers, still without his shirt and a little sweaty and his belt buckle undone is standing right there.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Steve says, reaching out and patting his hand over Bucky’s back. Trying to help. And how is it fair that he’s both hot and cute? In what world is that okay? “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine.” Bucky manages to get out a response but it’s strained and squeaky. “I didn’t…” He clears his throat. “What’s, uh, what’s up, Steve?”

One thing for sure, but Steve doesn’t need to know that and get a grip, Barnes, you’re an adult, act like it.

“Oh, I just…” Steve scratches the back of his head like he’s nervous. “I just wanted to say how I really enjoy working with you. You make me feel real comfortable.” Pink darkens his cheeks. Embarrassed, maybe. “I just mean, like, I wouldn’t’ve been so at ease doin’ this shoot with another photographer. So, y’know, thanks.” 

“Uh, yeah. Of course, you wanna have dinner with me?”

Eyes going wide, Bucky slaps a hand over his mouth. No. No way did that just happen. He didn’t. He didn’t just fucking ask his model out on a date. 

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m sorry!” Bucky shakes his head. “I didn’t mean…I shouldn’t…” Bucky buries his face in his palms. “Holy shit…”

“I mean…” Steve chuckles and is probably mentally making a note to tell his agent he’s never working with Bucky again. “I’d like that, actually.” 

Sure he’s heard that wrong, Bucky peeks over the tops of his fingertips. Steve has this adorable, shy smile on his face. Shy. Guy’s one of the most famous models at the moment and he’s smiling at Bucky like he’s bashful. 

“What…what’d you say?”

“I said I’d like that. If the offer’s still on the table.”

“You mean, you really wanna have dinner with me?”

Steve nods. “I’ve been tryin’ figure out a way to ask you ever since our first shoot together. I was too scared. You’re so…so talented and smart and…beautiful. I didn’t think you’d go for someone like me.”

Someone like…he can’t be serious. 

A bewildered laugh rattles through Bucky’s chest. He simply cannot believe this, but he’ll take it. He’s probably gonna have to order a lot of water with his dinner tonight. But.

Worth it.    

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The White Wolf - (2024)

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The captain goes down with the ship.

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It’s always

“When will fanfic writers update their stories?”

And never

“Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?”

Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they’re stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!

Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.

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Hiya! It's me, Slash! I'm obsessed with the prompt you made that I sent you with Alpha Steve mating Omega Bucky to protect him and I wanna ask/prompt, does Steve finish his claim? 👀 Would love to see more of this prompt if you have some to spare ♥️

Of course! For you, anything :)

Here's the original prompt: link

And here's the continuation!

What confused Bucky the most was the Steve didn't finish his claim that first night.

Or the next night

Or the next night either.

He did make Bucky sleep in the same bed as him, but that wasn't strange. Bucky was his omega, and his new, possessive alpha would of course want him close. That strong arm of his didn't even leave Bucky's waist when they went into the communal rooms downstairs in the Avengers' Tower.

Not that they did that a lot. It made Bucky nervous. Being around those strange people...especially the ones that were always staring at him like he might start to throw knives at any second...it made the omega tremble.

And, to be completely honest, Bucky was just happy that he didn't have to sleep on the floor any longer. The bed they shared was big, warm and soft, better than anything Bucky could remember. Not even the very fleeting memories he had of a rickety cot in an apartment where some old, omega version of Steve flickered through in his memories like a shadow could compare to this king sized thing.

With a bed like that, Bucky could endure being held throughout the night by the alpha that had stolen him.

Because that was what Steve had done. He'd found him, bitten him and claimed him, and then Bucky had had no choice but to follow him away from Hydra. His home. It was his home, right?

Bucky had started to doubt that when he realized that everytime he thought of Hydra, he felt afraid that they would find him, and every time he thought of Steve, he thought of....well, that bed.

The first few nights, Bucky had been on high alert. Every muscle had been taut as a bowstring, and while Steve had snored content into his neck, the omega had noticed every single shift under the sheets. The alpha had grown hard three times during the night, and his dick had pushed up firmly against Bucky's ass, but he'd never tried to fuck him. A few times, Steve rutted slowly in his sleep, softly moaning as he got some friction against Bucky's borrowed boxers.

Those times, the omega had to bite his lip not to whimper. It had been fear at first - Bucky thought that surely this is the time when Steve would growl, pull down his underwear and shove his cock inside without waiting for Bucky to get wet.

But after a few nights, it had become something else. Those slow, firm, sleepy grindings into his ass had made his body...respond. Grow softer, needier...slicker.

After a week, Bucky was starting to grow impatient.

He also knew that as an omega - as a bitch - he had no right to be impatient. Why would his alpha want him anyway? He was a monster of an omega, an overgrown, muscled joke of a mate.

So, Bucky had started growing ansty. Even if he hadn't chosen this alpha, it still made him worried when it seemed that his alpha didn't want him.

Would Steve send him back to Hydra? Would he want this to be sexless relationship?

Did Bucky want it to be a relationship with sex?

The way his stomach grew tight and his hole grew slick whenever Steve grunted into his neck in his sleep and used him as something to rut against, Bucky figured he might actually want that. His body hadn't gotten what it needed in...a lifetime. He was overdue.

At least that's what he told himself when he finally lost it one night as Steve was giving him a bath.

It was one of those things his alpha insisted on doing for him. It was always gentle and slow, with lots of bubbles and a soapy, soft washcloth rubbing over Bucky's skin. It wasn't as if his tiny omega cock could harden into any kind of proper erection, but it still grew swollen and sensitive.

Very sensitive.

When Steve rubbed the washcloth over Bucky's tingling cock - very swift and matter-of-factly - the omega's hand shot out on instinct and curled around his wrist as he was moving to retract it.

"Buck?"

The question was kind; curious. Steve, who was sitting by the edge of the bathtub and could've easily traded his gentle touch to something rough and possessive whenever he wanted to, looked down at the hand and then back up at him with the hint of an amused smile.

Bucky blushed. A whimper escaped his throat, courtesy of his omega nature.

"I..." he started but trailed off. Words were always hard, and especially when he was embarassed.

But Bucky still couldn't let go of Steve's hand. His sex was throbbing and he needed to be touched, needed it so bad. There was no way he could find the words to ask, so he just let his body find the right little helpless noises to express it to the alpha.

After having repressed his natural sounds and behaviours for so long with Hydra, Bucky had no idea how many ways his body could non-verbally communicate on a level that an alpha just naturally understand. The fact that Steve had allowed him the space to actually act as an omega had caused those instincts to slowly return.

"Yeah? You like that?" Steve teased him softly, keeping his voice calm and low.

The washcloth slipped from his hand and sank to the bottom of the warm bathwater. Steve's hand was now cupping his little cock, making Bucky whimper even more needily with big eyes fixed on the alpha. The sensitive little thing felt hot, almost burning in Steve's grip.

Those white teeth showed when Steve smiled.

"Hmm? How about that, love?" he husked, softly squeezing over Bucky's genitals and making his breath hitch. Steve's blue eyes darkened just a bit. "Is that better? Right there?" Those long fingers slowly wandered over Bucky's swollen taint and found the slippery rim of his hole.

Bucky could've cried when two of them slipped inside.

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Well I've tried to finish this two nights in a row now but I just can't find the time. SO I've decided to either post a part 2 of this as soon as I can write it or just compile it all into a oneshot for Ao3. I'll finish this though @slashtakemylife, you have the undying word of a writer with one working hand and too many deadlines :)

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if u ever have the time i absolutely neeeeeed to read the bday party sequel to your foot fetish fic 😇😇 it’s so good

Thank you! I'm still planning to write it :) Next year though, the rest of this year is fuller than Steve is gonna be when he decides to treat Bucky

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A Stucky au where cacw, infinity war and endgame never happened and Steve actually found Bucky after the events of catws and helped him get rid of the brainwashing and trigger words with Tony and Bruce, and now they're living happily ever after ❤️‍🩹

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Some warm Buckys and Alpines

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Hello there! I had just read day 29 of your kinktober and i loved everything about it! It was so hot, the dirty talking was ON POINT!!! Loved the way Steve talked!

Could you please consider writing a "sequel" for it? But this time with Steve having an actual pussy and Bucky letting his friends use all his holes, please?

That dirty talking was so perfect, that i was like "we need boypussy Steve"

If you feel like it, that would be amazing! If you don't, that's cool too!

Hi! Thank you so much! I was so in love with the whole fleshlight idea for so long after si got it that I was very impatient to actually post it lol. Honestly I don't write enough boypussy.

That's a really fun idea :) the rest of the year I'll be incredibly busy and not take on anything new, but I might try to do something with that next year!

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I now believe this is canon….

Credit in photo ☺️ this is not mine

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