#enough space au

[metalbvcky]

The Lost Footage | Part #5 of Enough Space)

WHEN INSPIRATION HITS YOU LIKE A TRUCK, AMIRIGHT? I have the 'not-a-bottom Bucky' still in the works but this little piece came out of the left field and I was forced to write until the words stopped.

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Pairing: Steve/Bucky Word/Chapter Count: 2,034 (1/1) Tags: Modern P*rn AU, Top!Steve/Bottom!Bucky, Daddy Kink, Sex Tapes, Silver Fox Steve, Prnstar!Steve, Sex worker!Bucky (see full list of tags on AO3)

📹 Summary 📹

“Say hi,” Bucky tells Steve, camera directed over his shoulder. He angles it so he’s barely in the frame, but high enough to capture the front of the bedroom.

Steve’s cock is hard and heavy between his toned legs. Bucky bites his lip at the sight of the display screen, pushing his ass further in the air. Almost two years since he laid eyes on the silver-fox pornstar and he still acts like a total slut.

“Aren’t you a sight,” Steve says while circling the bed. A drawer opens, and Steve pulls something out before a cap clicks open.

Bucky stares transfixed at the way Steve strokes his cock, from root to tip, balls tight underneath the long shaft. He zooms in on the twist and turn of Steve’s wrist, with round pecs, broad shoulders, and abs for days on display.

“Speak for yourself.”

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[forgettable-au]

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)

* Time to put this puzzle together.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

More of Stanley's sketchbook because he makes me sick /pos

(Just imagine he was looking in a mirror at the subway to draw this anshfhwj. The london bus ticket is unrelated, it's just a random knick knack he had lying around<3)

People weren't the only ones Stan met on the streets.

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+ this is an absolute fucking batshit WILD oneshot I initially wrote for these drawings that got WAY out of hand, if you feel like reading that.

The oneshot below is a stand-alone now, and in no way is related to the drawings above, but I just wanted to show you guys because Jesus Christ

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Winter of 1981, at a subway station Stan doesn't remember the name of-

The sorry excuse of a transport system that this hellhole of a city called a functioning subway was hardly anyone's first choice of a warm place to stay the night. And yet, here Stanley was; standing like an idiot in the middle of a small bustling stairwell that led down to the full screeching chaos of a train stop on a Tuesday evening. A rowdy crowd of exhausted office workers streamed out like a tidal wave from the entrance of the station, the bustle of their footsteps all too eager to go home and relax after a long day of work.

The faint, stuffy stench of old piss and sweat followed the crowd to the surface from the deep depths of a less than sanitary and overcrowded train station. The pungent smell intermingled with the crisp stinging winter air in a cocktail of shitty city gloom often associated with this time of the year; when the holidays were too far away and the sun seemed to come and go with practically the same 9 to 5 schedule as the workers had, leaving them going to work in the pitch dark and coming back out in the inky black as well.

He might have looked like he belonged there, depending on how one would want to look at it. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of prim, pressed suits and neart uniforms. His ratty old jacket and generally unwashed appearance certainly didn’t help his case, but he also knew that stations like these also tended to shelter quite a number of homeless wanderers like him, especially during the winter. So, it wasn't exactly uncommon to see other sore thumbs seeking reprieve from the biting cold and the dangerous likelihood of frostbite from within the enclosed walls of the subway station.

Heck, if most of these underground kingdoms didn't also happen to be a breeding ground for several illicit activities, he might even have followed their lead. But, believe it or not, Stanley's already had enough experience with illegal activities to last him a last time, and he isn't looking for a new fill. He was satisfied with what meager shelter his trusty car offered him, as little a difference it might make in terms of safety.

Stanley's obstruction of the already narrow stairs with his loitering went unappreciated, as shoulders roughly shoved past him and swinging briefcases repeatedly bumped into his sides, usually coupled with a nasty glare and a snide comment or two. He paid them no mind, however. He wasn't here to start a fight with some random bum with a dead end job, as much as he thought it would probably do them both some good to duke their stresses out on one another.

The hours ticked by with wave after wave of new crowds being dropped off by a train and left to pour out of the station into the streets. By the time the streetlights turned on and the pale pink in the sky slowly faded to make way for the stark glittery black of the night sky, the tide of people had slowed to a trickle and rush hour was long since over. He was now the stairs’ sole occupier, with a few occasional stragglers stumbling up the steps and hurrying past him without a second glance.

Stanley did not move from his spot, however. He stood resolutely in the middle of the stairway, fervently rubbing his arms and stamping his feet in a futile attempt to try and regain feeling in his extremities as he waited. Rocking on his heels, he titled his head backwards to let his eyes roam the constellations that carpeted the endless expanse of the sky stretched out above his head, almost losing himself in the scintillating canvas of stars.

It reminded him of old times; of the sparkling beach sand twinkling in the dim moonlight, and the soft sound of lilting waves hovering in the background as he lay back on the cold wooden deck of his ship and watched the stars dance.

He still remembered every name his brother had once recited to him time and time again as he pointed out each star and galaxy from the night sky.

Then, like clockwork, he was broken out of his reveries by a telltale meow coming from below. The sound was a familiar blanket that immediately melted away the tension that had begun to build in his chest as he practically sagged with relief.

His body moved almost automatically as he leaned down to detach the frail tabby cat that was attempting to literally fuse with his legs, purring up a storm and rubbing her head against his pants as though her life depended on it. The cat gave a soft chirrup of dissatisfaction at being manhandled, which Stanley absentmindedly replied with a chiding click of his tongue as he lifted her up his chest and gently tucked her into his jacket in a practiced motion.

She thankfully remained blissfully limp in his grasp as he shifted around some more so that she was nestled comfortably inside the dark pocket of warmth inside his ratty jacket. The tiny warm lump that rumbled contently against his front radiated with heat, and his fingers finally began to feel like actual fingers rather than useless stiff frigid lumps of meat and bone attached to his palms.

A pointed cough startled him from his clumsy wriggling to get the cat to settle down. An oddly familiar security guard stood at the entrance of the station at the bottom of the stairs, leveling Stanley an unimpressed look with the metal gate in his grip already halfway closed, ready to seal the subway for the night. He must have been a comical sight; caught awkwardly bent over while trying to get his newly acquired cat to stop kneading biscuits on his stomach, with said cat peeking out from the gap between his collars.

Stanley faintly recognized the guard. He was a much older man, with a shock of thinning white hair neatly tucked underneath a dark blue cap and a strange depth in his eyes that reminded Stanley of the sea; with countless unspoken truths lurking far beneath the surface, but no less grand and knowing of all that the universe had to offer, as though he had already lived a thousand lives before this one.

He had seen the man around before, at another station, doing the opposite of his job by ushering stray buskers and homeless stragglers from the streets and into the (relatively) safe walls of the subway, instead of doing what any other law-abiding security guard would do and kick them out into the elements. He wasn't sure what the older man was doing here, of all places, since all the previous stations he'd seen the man at had been several states over, practically on the other side of the country.

A brief spark of panic shot through his spine at the thought that this man could be following him, but he quickly discarded the ridiculous notion as soon as it entered his mind. He had never even seen him before, and hardly ever even interacted with him; there was no reason for there to be any sort of bad blood between them. Unless he happened to be related to one of Stanley's many, many enemies, then perhaps his fear was a little warranted.

However, the old guard made no move to attack or do anything other than stare judgmentally, almost expectantly. For the first time in a long time, Stanley felt like a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. He tried his best to keep his uncomfortable squirming to a minimum under the unrelenting gaze, stubbornly returning the man's gaze with his own wary glare. His cat’s muffled whining came from inside his jacket. The traitor, she was leaving him to deal with the old man on his own.

With an exasperated jerk of his head, the security guard gestured towards the inside of the station. For a moment, Stanley stared dumbly, uncomprehending of what the old man could possibly want from him. Rolling his eyes, this time the man gestured more insistently at the small gap that still remained between the metal gate and the entrance, his arm sweeping the air in a low arc as he dramatically urged Stanley inside. Suddenly, it clicked, and Stanley shook his head.

“I have a car,” he said plainly, his voice echoing loudly in the desolate silence of the winter night that surrounded the unlikely pair.

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, it wasn't as though he was lying. He did have a car, his trusty Stanley-mobile was parked safely away in the corner of an unassuming alley that wasn't often frequented by anyone. There was no way he was reaching it tonight, though; it was practically on the other side of the city, much too far away for him to arrive at a reasonable time. His nightly excursions to meet his small friend unfortunately left him with no other choice than to leave his car behind, the hunk of metal far too unwieldy and noticeable to drive around openly on the streets. He never knew who could be watching, after all.

He had simply been hoping to find himself a dark corner to tuck himself into with his cat, just for the night, but it seemed as though the universe had other plans. Or rather, this strange old man had other plans.

Although, if Stanley thought about it, the subway wasn't such a bad suggestion. This was one of the safer stations in the city; and with the rich neighborhoods being so close by, no rogue criminal or dealers dared to come near this area unless they wanted to be slapped with a hefty fine or face a higher potential to be arrested. And of course, there was the obvious shelter from the unrelenting cold that now seemed to permeate his bones, even with the purring warmth that was nestled inside his jacket.

So, that was how he found himself hunkering down for the night inside a shabby old subway station, with a satisfied cat still rumbling away against his chest and a strange old security guard locking down the gates behind him. The man said nothing as he hooked his keys back onto his belt and gave a firm pat on Stanley's shoulders as he walked past him, pausing to scratch his cat behind her ears before moving away. His footsteps bounced off of the grimy tiled walls with an odd reverb as he turned a corner.

“You'll be safe in here,” the man said, voice sage and gravelly. The words had a weight to them, and seemed to hang in the air with such a presence it was as though the old man had never even left his side.

The subway was empty, quiet. It was such a stark contrast to the loud rowdiness of the rush hour crowd these halls once held. Stanley hadn't yet registered the utter silence of the station as he aimlessly made his way down the winding, deserted halls of the ancient station. He mindlessly walked past the aged and peeling advertising posters plastered on the walls, his nose becoming accustomed to the stinging stench of the subway. The quiet seemed to swallow the sound of his steps as he explored the branching paths and endless tunnels. They were almost kaleidoscopic, dizzying, nonsensical. There were doors where there shouldn't be, and deadends where it didn't make sense.

The silence only began to truly settle in his bones the more he walked. He suddenly wished that he would head the telltale footsteps of the old security guard again, just to hear another sign of life in this underground hellscape other than himself. The ghostly memories of screeching trains and bustling crowds haunted the halls; now, only nothingness reigned supreme. He glanced down at his small feline companion, who slumbered away against his chest, blissfully unaware of his jackrabbiting heartbeat threatening to burst out of his ribs. The silence seemed to permeate every inch of space and crush the air out of his lungs. He couldn't breathe.

Stanley’s steps grew faster, more frantic as the walls and ceilings seemed to close in on him. They grew smaller, tighter; squeezing, trapping. He hardly even registered his cat's complaints as she was jostled around in his grasp, breaking into a full out run. His breathing sounded loud, too loud, and the world was collapsing around him.

When he finally broke out into a large, open platform, he could finally breathe again. He had arrived at the tracks, the empty tunnel where the trains would pass an empty, gaping maw in the wall that seemed to swallow all light around it and beckon him closer. He felt his cat wriggle out from within his jacket and hop out with a displeasured yowl, scampering away and disappearing behind a corner much like the old man had. True silence pierced his ears and thrummed like a deafening pressure in his temples. He was alone.

Stanley was stuck in that subway station for years.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 283

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf. 

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old. 

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down. 

[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]

[sad-leon]

Finding Home part 9!!!

Leo is back at the lair and this time he's gonna stay put,,, for now :3

Masterpost

KoFi || Patreon

[the-artist-grimm]

what’s your red crown's gender and pronouns the great leader?

Crownie just seems to go be it/its! It is a genderless ancient eldrich horror-thingy and honestly just seems happy to be around!

[ravewing]

wof infection au part 3! more under the cut; all parts will be tagged under 'fragariapathosis' 😋😋

cw for scary imagery!! creepypasta-esque stuff, disease, blood, trypophobia, body horror, et cetera et cetera. inspired by the mlp infection aus on tiktok yayy

[ovytia-art]

Various dragon Dannys based on a few AUs for Ectoberhaunt :3

[dexterkronos]

Get jumpscared y'all, we're back to Jon! More specifically, the Jon of @candlecoo-sideb-art's Somewhere Else (In Space) AU! I do not know why, but the idea of the Fears in the Mechanism universe is something that slightly unnerves me, but luckily, we have two resident traumatized folks to help out. I kinda went and experimented with his pupils specifically, given that candlecoo's pupil style is to make them white instead of black, which actually helps with bringing attention to the eyes oddly enough. I instead added the white pupil to his Eye power usage (and have it somewhat eclipse his iris like a cat's pupil), as it gives a sort of 'inhuman' feel against the art style I got going. That and I'm a coward who refuses to break tradition sometimes. Overall, I love the AU that they are forming and the shenanigans that could ensue excite me to no end. Maybe I just have a thing for Magnus blorbos meeting Mechanism dummies in their own space, who knows. Anyway, there will be another art from this verse a bit later on in the day, and then I'm jumping back into Redeath/Search Through the Stars to tackle a few of the ocs 👀 (if you've read it, you might know who is on the agenda).

[ID in alt text]

[metalbvcky]

Enough Space - Masterlist

Another masterlist for the new year! This time it's my PS AU series, which I hope to write more of later in the year.

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Explicit General Tags: Modern AU, PS AU, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, Silver Fox Steve, OF Creator Bucky, PS Steve (more tags on AO3)

Fame and Exposure [moodboard]

Tags: Getting Together, Sexual Roleplay, Spanking, Top Steve, Bottom Bucky

Bucky storms into the office, panting, acting as if he had just run half a mile. “Look, I-I know— I know that I’m— I’m—”

“Late?” Steve finishes for him, arms crossed as he leans against the desk. His navy dress shirt exposes the hairs on his chest, the first two buttons loosened, as with his tie. “Typical,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “What’s your excuse this time?”

Bucky fiddles with his hands, not meeting Steve’s gaze. “Um…I had to take a detour?”

“Bullshit.”

“But sir, traffic was heavy!”

Steve surges forward, coming to wrap a hand around Bucky’s jaw to force eye contact. While Bucky gets lost in those sharp blue eyes, Steve’s dark tone causes a shiver to roll through him. “You listen to me, boy,” he growls, “because I won’t repeat myself.”

A Lustful Capture [moodboard]

Tags: Established Relationship, Light dom/sub, Rough Sex, Sexual Roleplay, Filming

“Someone’s awfully horny, I see.”

Bucky’s eyes fly open, hands froze on his dick as he gazes at Steve.

“When did you get permission to jerk off?” Steve’s voice rumbles, causing Bucky to shiver. Steve slowly trudges into the room, his bare back coming into view of the camera, showing off those defined shoulder blades. “Because Daddy seems to remember telling his baby to not touch that cock.”

A breath shudders out of Bucky as Steve stalks closer, towering over him with that thick, gray beard. The mattress dips when Steve climbs onto the bed, in nothing but a tight black pair of briefs. Bucky licks his lips at the sight of Steve’s large bulge, distracted enough that he jumps at the swat to his knuckles.

Bucky gasps softly, retracting his hands as if he’d been burned. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I only wanted to play with myself for a little while, that’s all. You know how pent up I can get.”

Steve shakes his head and tuts. “Already trying to act so innocent.” Silver Screens, Silver Dreams [moodboard]

Tags: Established Relationship, Sexual Roleplay, Filming, Fame, Top Steve, Bottom Bucky

“Let me take a look at you,” Steve says while leaning forward, left arm outstretched.

Bucky closes the space between them with a short step forward. A warm palm curls around his hip, thumbs lightly brushing his skin.

His knees threaten to buckle as a wet mouth latches onto a nipple, lips and tongue meticulously teasing the nub. It swells into hardness. The sensation makes his eyes flutter, light pressure that never stops.

“Daddy,” Bucky moans, voice high, totally unrecognizable to his ears. “Daddy, please.”

Steve coos softly, muffled against Bucky’s skin. “Good assistants get rewards.”

Creator Spotlight [moodboard]

Tags: Established Relationship, Social Media, Fame, Top Bucky, Bottom Steve

“I watched a video of you,” Bucky blurts, unable to stop his tongue.

Steve leans back, face twisted in confusion. “What?”

“The— The bondage video. I didn’t know it existed until Clint texted me and I couldn’t not look because the link was there and—”

“Baby boy,” Steve coos, voice deepening. “Did you get off to Daddy being fucked?”

The evidence in his shorts turns Bucky on harder.

“You were so hot, Daddy,” Bucky says, cheeks dusted with arousal.

[p3achj3llyf1sh]

You know what fuck you fuck society fuck everything he's pregnant now.

Its a silly prime au for shits and giggles I dont wanna hear shit about it

[coolnonsenseworld]

A little promo with my little obsession on the side...........

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 326

“So erm, how are we going to explain… this…?” Sam motioned around at the entirety of them with a clawed hand, an unimpressed expression on her maw. 

“I mean, we could just, not do so?” Danny sounded a tiny bit uncertain about that, own claws tapping against his legs from where he sat. “I mean, Tucker seems happy enough-” 

“Okay, I didn’t come here to be called out like this-” 

[netmors]

Last year, after watching the Ahsoka series, I discovered Karyn as a character (I haven't finished the books yet, but I got obsessed with her regardless), and imagined her meeting Hera Syndulla after joining the New Republic.

Needless to say, when I discovered your Eleventh Fleet AU after that, it turned me into a fan of your art and head canon. :D

Karyn and Hera have… Let's say, a complex and confusing relationship, but they often have to work together.

“Spectre-2” and “Seven” cannot stand each other, but they have been very diplomatically trying to get along with each other for the last five years. True, they don’t always succeed.

Thank you, glad you like "Eleventh Fleet AU".

[violetscanfly]

Mdzs mermaid au part 12

I had no idea what to call a baby fish and the options weren't really appealing, so tried to makeup something sea-equivalent to "little radish" instead lmao

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