#sarah-writes-stucky

[babyjakes]

on the @sarah-writes-stucky situation.

(tw for this post: discussions of pedophilia/sexual depictions of minors, mentions of trauma.)

hey everyone. the discourse that unfolded regarding this interaction i had was very upsetting and anxiety-inducing for me, so i took the past few days to step away from tumblr and take care of myself. i'm returning now with a clearer head and feel i'm in a better place to speak on what's important to me. thanks for your patience, and here are my (sort of) abbreviated thoughts.

i feel obligated to start by saying that i understand and support anti-censorship and its basic principles. i get why outlawing forms of written speech is dangerous within a democracy. i recognize the need for spaces like ao3, and the important role they play in preserving free speech.

with all that being said, i don’t condone sexual depictions of minors and neither does tumblr. the point of this conflict (for me) has been that my work was taken and used to inspire conversations involving sexual depictions of minors, in a space/on a site where those themes are prohibited. tumblr is not ao3. tumblr has explicit rules prohibiting content involving "harm to minors":

"Don't post or solicit content that features the abuse of a minor, that includes suggestive or sexual content involving a minor or anyone that appears to be a minor, or that facilitates or promotes child sexual abuse. "Content" may include photos of real individuals, illustrations, animation, or text." [source]

this incident has not been a case of me being "very sensitive" about "mature themes." it's reasonable for me as a writer on tumblr to expect that my works won't be used to inspire depictions of harm to minors. any creator who wants to write themes as dark and controversial as smut involving minors should be aware of what spaces they're speaking in and the rules that apply to that space.

i want to say the biggest thank you to everyone who has spread awareness of the issue, spoken out about it, gone over to her page to hold her accountable, supported and been there for me, etc. it's been very upsetting to see the way she's been speaking to those confronting her. to anyone she has insulted, belittled, or hurt: i'm so sorry. you did not deserve that.

my takeaway has been that this person seriously lacks the social awareness and maturity needed to navigate complicated topics like this. it was interesting to watch her speak from an incredibly high horse about many different things, like her volunteer work (when my real-life job is in crisis response), her superior knowledge of psychology (when i just got accepted for a ba+ma program for psych), and her takes on trauma as apparently the only trauma survivor in the world (when... well... anyone who knows me knows what i could say here.) as far as i know, she's still going. and there's nothing i can do but let her.

i just wanted to thank some people i saw in real-time voicing their concerns and calling her out. i have so much gratitude and respect for you all. i'm so sorry for the way you were treated through all of this. (and apologies if i miss anyone, she has deleted replies on some posts and collecting names has been hard.)

@vellicore and @slvttyfied (i'm so sorry she made that post about you) @sgt-seabass @evansbby @brandycranby @boxofbonefics @ttyls @vase-of-lilies @buckets-and-trees @ladyobscurus @the-iceni-bitch @targaryenvampireslayer @fushic0re

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Do they do gifts for hanukkah? When do they give them to each other ?

So, after doing some research, it looks like Hanukkah gifts (which developed in response to the increased commodification of Christmas in the 19th century) didn't really gain popularity until the 1950s, prior to that gelt was most commonly given.

The second way we can understand gift-giving as a Jewish custom is with the introduction of Hanukkah gelt in Europe during the 18th century. Many believe this custom developed because of the etymological connection between Hanukkah and education. Chinuch (education) shares the same Hebrew root (Chet/nun/chaf) as Chanukah (dedication). For this reason, education and specifically Torah study became a central practice during Hanukkah. (x)

Dianne C. Ashton, Director of American Studies at Rowan University and author of Hanukkah in America: A History, explains that the trend of exchanging Hanukkah gifts really took off in the 1950s. At this time, Jewish child psychologists as well as rabbis started promoting gifts as a way to make post-Holocaust Jewish kids happy to be Jewish, rather than sad about missing out on Christmas. (x)

So, this tradition would be new to them post-war.

I think before the war, the Barnes family would use the excuse of Christmas to preform tzedakah and give Steve and Sarah things they needed without causing them guilt or shame (like how they'd sell them their hametz during Passover and insist they eat it). Gifts like sweaters, hats and scarves, socks, warm blankets, preserved foods... things that would help them get through the bitter New York winters in their drafty tenement.

I think Steve and Bucky are introduced to modern Hanukkah gift-giving by Bucky's family, when the two return to America from Wakanda.

In Bucky's family they give a single present each night, starting small on the first night and moving up from there.

That first Hanukkah back state-side, when Bucky is finally with his family again, Steve has a plan for the first night, which he carries out with the help of Bucky's elderly sisters.

In Irish tradition the claddagh is given from mother to her eldest daughter, Sarah Rogers never had a daughter, but she was a smart woman. Before she passed, she left her ring with the Barnes family for safekeeping, knowing in her heart Steve and Bucky would need it one day.

After the candles are lit everyone gives each other their present.

Bucky's gift for Steve is the sketchbook he had when they were at the front. Steve breaks down, he hadn't seen it since before he went into the ice.

Once all the other gifts are handed out, Steve gives Bucky his.

Inside the small necklace box is Steve's Ma's claddagh, hanging from a silver chain, Bucky's eyes widen and start to glisten when he realizes what he's looking at, and Steve asks Bucky to marry him,

'I once said even when I had nothing, I had you... that's as true today as it was when I was just that little guy from Brooklyn, you were the only one who saw me back then and you were the first one to see through the serum.

I love you Buck, I always have, even if it took us a while to get our heads out of our asses.

It feels like every time I lost you, no matter how that destroyed me, fate was determined to give us another chance to get it right.

And, well... we always promised each other 'till the end of the line', so I think it's time we made it official, really get it right this time... would you do me the honour of becoming my husband?'

Bucky says yes, of course he does, there is a lot of happy crying and mazel tovs, and Bucky kisses Steve all over his stupid face after Steve clasps the chain around his neck.

[pinkdreamcollectorsworld]

Hello!

I have been thinking lately, about doing something called Make them Moan Monday (hear me out pls haha) where its just different smut drabbles I write. Its not focused on a singular fandom or ship.

I've had the idea for a couple of reasons

A. I think It would be fun. I've seen some other people do things like, Fuck it Friday, rpf Friday, and many others during the days of the week and figured it would be a fun way to interact with fandom

B. It would help me get more comfortable with writing it and I'm getting ready to finish up this fic I've been working on for a min. And could use the pointers.

If your interested, or not! Let me know!

[biteofcherry]

I like the idea of human and wolf side being deeply connected, but still quite separate natures. They coexist and can't shut each other out, which mostly means Omega can't completely ignore her inner wolf's pull towards Ari.

Yes, there will be more in the future, for sure! I'm having way too much fun visiting this universe ☺️

I see you're being a menace Navy! And at the very start of the week 😜 Then I shall fight your attack @navybrat817 with a beast of my own! 😏 Who's not scared of the big bad wolf?

Bad Moon Rising

alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

warnings: none; a bit of dirty talk; brief mention of chase kink; shifter!Ari; wolf!Ari; alpha!Ari;

You chop the ingredients with viciousness, pouring into it your need to stab a certain someone and cut off the invisible ties which bound your future.

Yet you keep it diced nicely, instead of turning everything into a mush.

Partly because you aren't that childish to act out, but also because your mother ingrained enough of proper hospitality behavior that you couldn't simply shake it off to spite a bloody Alpha.

Especially not when he was invited to your family home, by your parents, for a Sunday dinner.

So they could meet their future son-in-law officially; as if Ari didn't drag you back marked with his cum, after chasing you through the woods a week ago.

You were annoyed that everyone seemed to forget about that part, but you were also glad they never pointed out how you clung to his side despite glaring murderous intent at him.

Was it the vulnerability that you tried to shield yourself behind the big Alpha, or did that instinctive chase and victorious marking successfully lured your wolf side to accept Ari as your mate?

You're not sure.

You scrubbed your body clean of his cum, yet it still feels like his smell lingers on you. Your tongue tingles and mouth fills with saliva whenever you think of the salty taste of him.

With an angry grunt, you chop a cucumber in half. Then dice it with precise, quick moves.

Pity you didn't have the knife with you when you opened the door earlier. You could've stabbed Ari in the thigh when he greeted you with a grin and a comment that he's surprised to see you waiting in place, since he half expected to have to chase after you again.

He brought gifts, because apparently he was raised well, even though you thought him to be the most primitive beast.

A bouquet of flowers for your mother, a bottle of top shelf bourbon to share with your father, and a blackberry tart for dessert (which was one of your favorites and you found yourself annoyed that he chose so well).

Cursing under your breath, you stand up on your tiptoes to reach the black glass bowl on the highest shelf. Your fingertips barely reach it.

Suddenly, an arm wraps around your middle. Solid, hot body presses against your back.

You're startled, but the familiar now scent of pine and moss wraps around you, caressing your animal side like the gentlest pet.

You gulp, watching muscles flex beneath the bronzed skin on Ari's forearm as he easily reaches the bowl and takes it down for you.

"You're trembling," Ari notices, keeping you caged between his massive body and the counter.

He splays his fingers over your belly, the other hand tracing along the goosebumps on your arm. You feel the coarse denim of his jeans against the back of your thighs; your sundress too thin to block the warmth of him from seeping in.

"A mountain of a man, who could easily break my neck with one hand, sneaked up on me. Of course I'm trembling."

You don't believe your own lie, either. The cool indifference you hoped to carry your voice sounded too husky.

Ari's lips graze the shell of your ear. Puff of his breath seems to disperse through your whole body, like an echo calling out to your nature.

"We both know the only parts I'm going to break are your holes, little Omega," his voice is deceptively soft; more of a promise than a threat and your body ignites at the prospect.

You hope the smell of baked potatoes and roast resting out of the oven is enough to mask the splash of your arousal, but with the Alpha's sharpened senses you're not sure it helps cover your reaction.

So you lightly jab an elbow into his stomach to push him away (before he makes a mess out of you, or before your parents find you in a compromising position).

"Don't be crude," you huff, filling your hands with chopped veggies and tossing them into the bowl.

Ari chuckles, but steps aside. Not far enough for your liking, only a few inches as he leans his hip against the counter and studies your profile.

His head slightly tilted, Ari licks his lips, dragging his teeth over the bottom lip as he watches you dip a finger into the jar with dressing and bring it up to your lips to taste the seasoning.

"I'm not made to be waxing poetics," he admits with a shrug. "But I also don't think they'd work on you."

"You don't know that. You don't know anything about me." You tilt your chin up, pouring the dressing over the salad.

"I know you're determined. Smart. And strong willed." Ari sounds as impressed and fascinated as he did that first night you met him. "I also know you're closer to the wild, animal side than you let on."

He traces a finger along your shoulder, flicking the strap of your dress aside.

"I know you've got as much of thrill from the chase as I did," Ari's finger draws lower, across the swell of your breast.

"I know your wolf accepts me. And that you're primed to take me even now..."

His finger presses against your stiffened nipple and your knees threaten to give out.

It's the truth that scares you the most. You're a shifter - part human and part wolf. And that night when Ari hunted you down, your wolf submitted.

The bitch fucking yielded in delight for the big bad Alpha.

"Stop it!" You slap Ari's hand away and adjust the strap back into place.

"Take this out to the backyard," you place the bowl in his hands. "You were supposed to be there, anyway. You're a guest, act like one."

Ari's fingertips brush yours as he takes the bowl from you, the contact, though minimal, makes your heart jump.

"Only three weeks, little Omega," he says, holding your gaze. "Three weeks until the ceremony. Then I'll have all of you."

You can't be thinking about that; about the details of the ceremony and the bond that will tie you to Ari forever. Every time your thoughts briefly turn in that direction, your wolf perks up in some wild need and you end up drenched and restless.

"Well," you lick your lips, yanking your hands away from Ari's touch, "maybe I'll run away."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Ari grins, so fucking cocky.

He winks at you, then leaves the kitchen. For a short moment you consider if you'd menage to run away this very moment.

[cherriontop]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sarah Rogers (Marvel) Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Canon Compliant, unestablished stucky, Prewar Stucky, Funeral, breakdowns, bucky is a good friend, sad Steve, Crying, mentions of moving in together Series: Part 1 of Never Alone Summary:

After the death of his Ma, Steve breaks down, and Bucky's there to pick up the pieces.

Written for @buckybarnesevents Connect4AU and @badthingshappenbingo

[stuckybingo]

It's Okay to be Omega (AOTTTYAHS)-Ch 1 by sarah-writes-stucky Square filled: O4 - Medical Setting Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Dub con (due to abo shenanigans), wetting, omorashi, diapers, reference to past self harm Major tags: a/b/o, hurt/comfort, medical kink Summary: Bucky is a troubled young man going through the traumatic transformation of late-onset omega puberty--What used to be crudely referred to as ""bitching."" Without a supportive family, he's been in and out of treatment since he was sixteen. Steve's been developing too much of an attachment, he knows he has. But this time when his patient shows up to the ward, hurting and abandoned, Steve might not have the self control to stop at the mere 'professional'. He might just have to quit his job and keep Bucky for his own. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

[babyjakes]

hi, this reblog was left under one of my kinkmas posts (this one) and i don’t know how to remove/delete it. i am too uncomfortable to contact the person/ask them to remove it so i have just blocked them.

please be aware that my page is 18+ in general and that includes any and all characters (named characters, reader inserts, oc’s, etc.) involved in my smut works. i do not consent to my page or my works being used to depict sexual acts with minors. (i have updated my blog rules to clearly state this. i had it mentioned in my request guidelines, but this has prompted me to list it more up-front in my rules.)

i’m pretty upset and uncomfortable. i’m debating taking the entire kinkmas piece down and reposting it, just to get rid of that reblog.

[sarahowritesostucky]

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[biteofcherry]

Eva, I am sorry to inform you that this guy:

Is not amused by your bratty behavior, not at all, honey, and he thinks that maybe he needs to find something better to do with that smart mouth of yours. 👀

Bratty? Me? 😇 I think Andy's been too stressed with work and in fear of him suffering a heart attack I simply did my best to defuse the tension and make him relax. Like a good, loving girl that I am 😌

Charm and defuse

Andy Barber x female reader

summary: You thought it was a great idea to pick your husband from office after watching him work so hard for the past few weeks. Andy was so tense, coming back home late each night. So really, surprising him should make him feel a little better, right? Well...

warnings: established relationship; Dom/sub undertones; possessive Andy Barber; smut-t-y bits ahead;

You feel a little bad.

Mostly embarrassed. And giggly.

There's a champagne hiccup, too.

And feeling bad, yes. The bad part is important. Especially when Andy's face clouds with that stormy look, muscle in his jaw ticking as he stares you down.

He shouldn't be staring you down, you think. You're his cute, beloved wife and you came here to make him happy. You almost frown at him, but remember that Andy's hand gets heavier when you frown at him.

Well, sometimes you do it on purpose, because the sting of his slap can feel amazing.

Something tells you now wouldn't be the right time to aggravate him further. You're in enough trouble as it is. Not your fault, truly, but better not point that out.

Pity that your mouth doesn't cooperate with the tiny non-drunk particle in your otherwise tipsy brain.

"Don't glare. It's your fault." You blurt. And frown. Oops.

Andy arches a single eyebrow as he takes a step forward. He moves quietly, yet each step feels like it thunders along with your heartbeat. Which stopped for a few seconds when Andy came into his office.

Your plan was to come to Andy's office in the evening, so you could surprise him after his last meeting and perhaps be a little naughty on his big, polished desk.

Which is why you came in nothing but lingerie under your cobalt blue coat and with a bottle of champagne - some expensive sparkle that Andy kept in the small wine cellar at your house.

But Andy's meeting was running late. Really late. To the point of you getting bored out of your mind.

So you opened the bottle. A few sips wouldn't harm anyone and you'd be more relaxed to make a sexy pose on Andy's office couch to welcome him when he returned.

Half a bottle later he did return.

And you were spread on his couch in nothing but lingerie and jewelry, sucking a finger into your mouth when Andy walked in.

With three other man right at his back...

You're not sure if he was more pissed that those men saw you like that, or that you cursed and giggled and waved your fingers at them.

He barked out something harsh to them and closed the door to his office (more like slammed them). Andy's eyes never leave your form, even as you stumble from your sprawled-like-a-whore position to a more lady like.

"Explain, please," Andy slowly takes off his suit jacket, "how is it my fault that my wife flashed a body that belongs to me to other men and downed half of the bottle of Krug that I saved for our wedding anniversary?"

He drapes his jacket over the back of a guest chair and starts rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Which makes your brain sidetrack and your thighs clench.

"Maybe if you weren't so busy with a boring meeting, you'd get to your wife sooner and do something about all this!" You gesture at yourself and pout.

"Oh, I'm about to do something about all this." Andy's voice is a snap of leather, sending shivers down your spine at the though of that potential outcome.

"Okay!" You jump up, swaying slightly as the bubbles fizzle in your head again.

You hook your thumbs under the waistband of your panties, about to tug them down your legs, when Andy's fingers clench around your wrists and pull your hands away.

"You're not getting the part you like, honey," his breath is a hit, cruel tease against the shell of your ear.

"Not until I've had my fill."

He twists your arms behind your back and binds them with his tie. Then he's pushing on your shoulder, forcing you to kneel down. Sliding a foot between your knees, he kicks them wider apart.

Keeps his shoe dipped right under your clothed pussy, too.

"You downed that champagne so eagerly and spread yourself like a cute little slut-" Andy tilts your chin up with one hand, unfastening his pants with the other- "You will swallow me as eagerly and rub yourself on my shoe like a good girl."

When you don't react, too mesmerized with the sight of his beautiful, thick cock springing free, Andy squeezes your chin.

"Won't you?" He asks, holding your gaze.

"Yes, Sir." You wet your lips and grin. "I like the taste of you more than champagne, anyway."

Andy snorts, but eases his grip on your chin and instead cups your cheek as he guides his cock between your parted lips.

"Prove it, brat," he challenges, holding the back of your head as he pushes himself down your throat.

When you start rocking your hips against his foot while tonguing the underside of his dick, Andy groans in relieved bliss.

Lord knows your presence is always what he needs for his day to be better, even when you're being mouthy or getting into trouble. He loved your surprise visit and if it wasn't for the unexpected witnesses, he'd take your giggly, tipsy ass for a ride on his desk - just like he knows you've been dreaming.

But other men saw the treasure that you were and since Andy can't punch them and gouge their eyes out, he has to take it out on you.

Besides, it wouldn't do good if he didn't punish you for being careless.

Sensing your rhythm increasing, Andy stills with his cock halfway in your mouth and taps his shoe against your inner thigh. You gaze up at him, swallowing a hum around his length.

"You don't get to cum." He commands and your pupils widen.

Your whine resonates along Andy's cock, but you slow the motion of your hips. You're not particularly happy with this punishment, but you guess you'd be even less happy with the repercussions for your disobedience.

Then again...

"Don't even think about it," Andy pats your cheek. "Disobey and you won't be cumming for a month."

"Be good," he caresses you with the back of his hand and pushes deeper into your throat, "and I'll reward you for being my good girl."

"My good." He starts fucking your face harder. "Thoughtful. Frisky. Wife. Oh fuck baby! That's it! Keep going. Keep-"

It takes all remnants of your will power not to orgasm when Andy does. It's fucking hard to do, because the grip on your head and the twitching of his cock on your tongue is a great turn on.

Maybe Andy's conditioned your body to react this way to the mere taste of him, but you have to lift your hips completely up from his shoe, because the slightest pressure would undoubtedly tip you over the edge.

Andy pulls out when he's still spurting, smearing last splashes on your chin and cheeks. Then thrusts into your mouth again.

Long minutes later Andy lifts you up on your feet. He unties your hands and helps you into your coat. Your body is still buzzing with need, panties sticking to your slick folds.

He doesn't clean your face and holds your hand in his as he marches you out of his office into his car.

[stuckybingo]

Coming to Collect by sarah-writes-stucky Square filled: B3 - Dub-Con Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/non-con, No archive warnings apply, Dubious consent, spanking Major tags: Mob!AU, Dark Bucky Barnes, vaginal fingering Summary: He's coming to collect you, because you spoke out of turn. Now you squirm in your seat: a little scared, a little wet, and all-too-conscious of what he'll be doing to you once he gets you someplace private. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

[babyjakes]

does she think we won’t just keep reporting it 🤨 [context]

[nofrigatelikefanfiction]

About grief

Inspiration to write about Steve's grief over losing his mother.

Charmed - Piper's anger and grief because of Prue's death

Buffy the vampire slayer - Anya doesn't understand Joyce's death

Le Château de ma mère - fin du film.

[hainethehero]

Steve Rogers Trauma: A TED TALK

Why is it that any kind of commentary/analysis on Steve Roger's trauma has to be met with comparisons to Bucky or Tony's trauma? Or most of the fanfics I read completely gloss over Steve's trauma?

Some of y'all legit do not care or are blind to Steve Roger's trauma throughout the Captain America & Avengers films and it shows. And this isn't hate to any fanfic writers but rather an observation of most stucky and stony fanfics which seem to minimize Steve's character & trauma in favour of highlighting their fave's. And of course it's fine that people want to write about Bucky or Tony or even Nat's trauma, but MOST TIMES* I've read these fics and they all have an intentional disregard for Steve's traumas.

And this speaks to the wider discourse around Tony, Bucky & Steve- the three characters most written about in mcu fanfics.

Because why is it that anytime I bring up Steve's PTSD or his illnesses or the hell he would've gone through pre-serum, people always HAVE to add in their 2cents about, "well yeah & Bucky went through worse." Like.???? No, I'm not talking about him.

I absolutely love Bucky and he's one of my favourite characters in both the comics and the MCU but, respectfully, this ain't about him.

I'm talking about Steve and his life. The crap he would've had to deal with both in public and at home. Especially the horrors both he and Sarah would've gone through because of Joseph Rogers who was a terrible person and an alcoholic who beat up on his wife and sickly kid.

And even post-serum when he's completely healthy and living in the future now, I'm still seeing popular narratives about "Yeah he's alive now & hasn't gone through half of what Bucky's endured over the past 70yrs." OR "He's had it easy compared to Bucky who was being tortured by HYDRA."

Um, no one's saying Bucky's treatment under HYDRA was a good thing??? But we're talking about Steve here, not Bucky?

And how he was literally frozen in a state of purgatory & how traumatic it would feel to be ripped out of it and then basically thrown to the new world on your ass without any kind of therapy or help. Most people make it seem like Steve was in a Sleeping Beauty kind of sleep and then woke up completely fine. And I will admit the MCU has been the main culprit of that narrative because they deleted so many scenes that humanized Steve Rogers, that now the gen pop thinks:

he's perfectly fine

has zero trauma

should complain about nothing

hasn't had it hard like Bucky or Tony

is a lesser hero because of all of the above

I recently had a convo with a friend & we were talking abt the scene in Avengers 1 when they were all at each other's throats. And they said that Tony was right about Steve being a laboratory experiment & everything special about him came out of a bottle. And I'm like... yeah nah, that's the lazy ass writing that Whedon perpetuated that now makes Steve one of the most misunderstood heroes & people in the MCU. Because he was special before the serum because of his consideration of others. He was special because not only did he hate bullies, but he also went out of his way to protect those that couldn't protect themselves KNOWING what that confrontation might cost him as a chronically sick person. Tony needed a whole ass arc about literally witnessing & living first hand what his weapons were doing to innocents like Yinsen & his people, to change his ways. Steve didn't have, nor did he need any of that to make him special. (AND BEFORE THE TONY STANS COME FOR ME, I LOVE TONY, HE'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVES IN THE MARVEL COMICS & MCU) But this hatred for Steve is ridiculous.

And once again, it's the MCUs fault because they made Tony the ultimate hero of the Avengers at the expense of Steve Rogers' character. Him being able to prove he was "worthy" all along by lifting Thor's hammer was a cheap payoff in the end, much like the entirety of Endgame was. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Omg i have a question for you!

List your top three fics writers that i can follow, or list more if you know more.

Thanks in advance!

Hi sweet Nonnie! Thank you for this sweet ask, I can't wait to recommend some of my fellow writers! This will be a combination of my friends as well as people who's work I admire, so it's a nice mix 🩵

This list is in no particular order, it's just the order in which people came to mind 😉

@mrsbuckybarnes1917

@buckys-wintersoldier

@cevansbaby-dove

@ozwriterchick

@imyourbratzdoll

@theeleggymeggy

@jobean12-blog

@navybrat817

@otpcutie

@sarah-writes-stucky

@multiversefanfics

@lives-in-midgard

@stargazingfangirl18

@rogerswifesblog

@rogersideup

@babyhatesreality

@katherineswritingsblog

@broodybuck

@levans44

@samodivaa

@jamneuromain

@cosmicbucky

@jtargaryen18

@sergeantbarnessdoll

@sebastianstanisahotmf

@marvelouslizzie

@darsynia

@holylulusworld

@writing-for-marvel

@rookthorne

@i-have-a-wonky-eye-too

@avengersfantasies

@antiquarianfics

@angelbaby-fics

@witchywithwhiskey

@luxeavenger

@myfictionaldreams

@sinner-as-saint

@angrythingstarlight

@buckyalpine

@kinanabinks

If you think anyone should be added to this list, please feel free to reblog or tag them in the comments! 🩵

[stuckybingo]

It's Okay to be Omega (AOTTTYAHS)-Ch 4 by sarah-writes-stucky Square filled: B5 - Art Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Dub-con due to abo shenanigans, reference to past thoughts of self-harm, reference to castration Major tags: inflation, breeding kink, enemas, wetting, knottingn Summary: Bucky is a troubled young man going through the traumatic transformation of late-onset omega puberty. Steve is the Alpha support assigned to help him. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

[bucky-boychik-barnes]

Random little Steve and Bucky/Stucky headcanons for a Post-Freeze AU fic I want to write (one day):

Bucky is with Steve on the Valkrie when it goes down.

After being defrosted, Steve and Bucky both tell the gov'ment 'Fuck you very much' and take their 'sorry for being MIA for seven decades' money to learn how to live in this new modern Brooklyn.

Bucky's youngest sister, Rebekah, is still alive, in her late 80s, and living in Brooklyn.

When Bucky starts attending synangogue services with Rebekah again, she introduces him to Kitty Pryde.

Kitty helps Bucky find a modern place to swing dance. They become dance partners and good friends.

Steve gets a part-time job at a coffee shop near his and Bucky's new place - turns out Steve is bad at having Nothing to Do.

Steve becomes friends with one of his coworkers, another artist named Sarah who introduces him to an artist collective that has different classes.

Steve and Sarah are bad at digital art but Learning!

Eventually, the boys do end up in the Avengers, but only because they are needed. They are heroes, not cops, and they definitely aren't about to become cops for superheroes/mutants/metahumans.

Watch them become outspoken for mutant rights, because a lot of this sounds EXTREMELY SIMILAR to things they were FIGHTING A WORLD WAR TO STOP--

Steve and Bucky basically propose at the same time. They both have rings and are ridiculous about it.