I’m S. 20s. I use he/him pronouns. I'm queer. I'm a dyslexic fic-writer *existential sigh*. I'm very into BDSM and a switch but I dom 90% of the time (if you want to use honorifics when referring to me you can use Sir). Feel free to interact with me as you wish; I am more friendly than I tend to come across, I promise 😅
I enjoy mostly stucky and evanstan. But I am not opposed to evanstackie, stackie, sambucky, etc. (If you aren't into RPF, that's perfectly fine! I have it tagged so you can filter your own experience (#rpf, #real person fanfiction, #evanstan, etc.))
I write a plethora of kinky smut along with fluff and angst. That being said, my ask box is currently OPEN for writing requests on account of the school year being over. Asks with links, questions, thoughts/comments, anon-provided-writing, etc., remain more than welcome.
*note, because Tumblr broke their own tags, some of these might not work. If you want to see my writing specifically, I recommend looking through my masterlists, not tags.
#fandomfluffandfuck (links to individual fics over on AO3, little drabbles, HCs, or other shit that I write on here (can be found in masterlists, too))
#thoughts OR #personal (writing that isn’t fics and just for things that I yell into the void)
#asks (for answered asks)
Also, right here you can find all the named anons I have! I love them all dearly <3
Another good tag is "anon provided writing" which is the tag I use to collect prompts/drabbles that people are kind enough to send my way!
#evanstan OR #rpf (Chris × Sebastian stuff)
#stucky (Steve × Bucky stuff)
#fanart (to find gorgeous creations, #manips is something to check out too!)
#👀 (to find things that aren't fandom related but are explicitly sexual and kinky 😘)
etc.
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I need a specific piece of fan art for reasons soon to be unveiled, but I can't fucking find it. Does anyone remember that piece of art of pre-serum Steve that shows skinny Steve with the proportions of a full-grown man? He's very sharp and angular in the work. I believe the art was done in graphite and had variants of him in a sweater, as well as perhaps one of him bruised?
I can see it perfectly in my head, but I can't locate it anywhere, even though I know I've reblogged it multiple times before!
FINALLY, it only took me several hours of scrolling pre-posting and, like, an hour after posting, but I fucking found the art. It's right here and here for those curious.
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I need a specific piece of fan art for reasons soon to be unveiled, but I can't fucking find it. Does anyone remember that piece of art of pre-serum Steve that shows skinny Steve with the proportions of a full-grown man? He's very sharp and angular in the work. I believe the art was done in graphite and had variants of him in a sweater, as well as perhaps one of him bruised?
I can see it perfectly in my head, but I can't locate it anywhere, even though I know I've reblogged it multiple times before!
i hope you know whatever amount of writing you do is so appreciated!!!! you don't have to write anything ever so the fact that you do and do it for free and take promots makes me so grateful!!!!!
helloo!! ive been following u on here for like a year or so now, and i love your stuff so much ❤️ tho it's my first time writing to u so forgive me if i say something less than cohesive to say the least
BUT ive been afflicted with a thought™ these past few days and it's: pre-serum!dom!steve and beefy!sub!bucky doing pet play. bucky has a leather dog hood and a collar with a tag that has his name on it. he has a harness that would emphasize his chest, a tail belt (?) on his waist, and paw pads on his hands. bucky is on his knees, looking up a steve with pleading blue eyes and a wagging tail.
while steve is at his side, fully clothed and tugging bucky's leash, choking his pet. "bad dog! bad boy!" he scolds. he's trying to stop bucky from whining, nosing his crotch, and humping his shoes. at this point, steve is considering getting his sub a cock cage to put a stop to the humping.
that's all i got xd
Hey, sweetheart! Thank you! Both for following and for offering me some thoughts, I love thoughts 😏 cohesiveness non-required
And this is a good fucking thought™️
I love little dom Steve with HUGE sub Bucky. He's so big, and I just fucking know he would crumble in the same way I know, absolutely, that he would look divine, dressed up like that. A leather-clad, toy-drenched puppy.
Too, can you imagine how fucking good they would look together. It does not matter what Steve is wearing (or not wearing), he has Bucky on his arm—on his knees and on his leash. Steve knows they look like a fantasy together. Bucky so fucking broad and big, kneeling, submitting, next to Steve. Shit, with their height difference Bucky would probably come up to Steve's fucking waist, if not his naval.
That is one big fucking puppy.
A puppy that Steve really can't overpower. There isn't much of anything he can do to stop all that humping and whining and drooling... and, oh, even as he's saying it, "bad dog!" tugging on his leash, he's rapidly trying to comprehend if there's such a thing as CNC that targets the dom. Is that a thing he can do? Can he order his sub to paw at him, slobber all over him, and lick at him messily while Steve tries his best to 'beat the beast off of him,' crying at him to stop, "no, no, this is wrong, bad dog," but.... fuck. Thatfeelsgood. And he really, really doesn't want him to stop.
steve rogers who almost never touches people and avoids hugs like a plague but the moment he trusts someone, becomes the clingiest person ever.
it starts with leaning on his teammates' shoulders during movie nights and gentle squeezes on shoulders when passing someone. unexpected hugs as a thank you, slightly awkward and lanky but still comforting. resting his chin over bruce's shoulder while bruce is cooking and complimenting the delicious smell. leaning into thor whenever possible because he's the only one who can actually handle it effortlessly (plus he's really warm). playing footsie with tony under the dinner table which just turns into them always keeping physical contact when sitting at the same table. napping with his head on nat's lap while she plays with his hair (the only way he sleeps without nightmares). everyone knows it's how he grounds himself to the future, the comfort of a touch reminding him that it's not temporary.
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Any interest in expanding on your horny muzzle posting now that requests are open? Pretty please 🥺
*immediately smashes the fucking keyboard with my enthusiasm*
I 👏🏻 am 👏🏻 always 👏🏻 interested 👏🏻 in 👏🏻 horny 👏🏻 muzzle 👏🏻 posting 👏🏻 and you already know I can't resist begging 😏
Also, lmao, the other day I got a regular ass advertisement for heavy-duty dog collars because my phone really thinks I have a dog… gee, I wonder why… I will tell you I was drooling 🤤 Like. Fuck. It was all heavy leather, and I really, genuinely, thought it was a fetish gear ad until in the last few seconds real dogs appeared 💀 I have one thing on the mind at all times 💀💀
Anyway-! Here we fucking go 👀 Nasty play with a muzzle, collar, and spreader bar exploring Bucky's relationship to submission after his experiences as the Winter Soldier—
It helps, god, it really fucking helps, it shouldn't, but it does—it is a relief so weighty it may as well be an orgasm in of itself, Bucky fucking swears. Still, the first time he tried to muscle through explaining it to Steve, he really thought he was going to die from it. Embarrassment. Humiliation. Something even larger for that sensation constricting his chest and rising from his face to the tips of his ears. But he didn't fucking die. Maybe he can't. But, actually, if he's going to die by anything, it's by doing, not by saying. Ever since he came back wrong he's just needed it. It's, unfortunately, a relatively straight line of cause and effect, psychologically simple in explanation, but it feels so intensely inexplicable and profound inside him. It's an urge.
He needs to give in a way he's chosen, in a way that, really, he's in control of; one word, and it all goes away like that.
He needs to give with his wrists aching—flesh and metal in perfect harmony for once—from the bite of the unbending bar between his arms, enwrapping his arms while stretching and contorting his body. Perverting his body.
Arms out, spread obscenely wide, almost in balasana—almost in worship. He has come to rest at the altar of his lover. Head bowed, with the robust, thick, lustrous wire of the metal cage muzzle digging into the bones and flesh of his face as the body-hot, sweat-soaked leather wraps around his head, just tight enough to make him feel it. Delicate tailbone, pelvis, and round, fleshy ass aimed up. High. His thighs are not spread. Rather, his knees have been gathered—ground together tightly. Bone on bone. Fuck. A length of leather meant to click into the D-ring of the stiff leather collar around his throat. Leashing his legs together tight.
Loose.
Bucky's hole is loose and spread. The opposite of his trembling, muscular legs. He is in juxtaposition—suspended in the agonizing, blissful in between. Muzzled as if to be kept silent but instead amplified by the rattling, buzzing, pleasuring rhythm of the vibrator stuffed inside him. Arms spread, forcing his chest and hard nipples to rest harshly—muscle and bone against wood—on the floor, while his legs are bound so fucking firmly together, forcing his ass as high as it can go. And, and—
Ohhhh, god!
It's still fucking going.
It won't stop.
It won't stop! 🥴
Steve won't stop it.
Deep inside his clenching, lube-slathered hole behind his heavy, hanging balls and weeping, twitching cock—that fucking vibrator is pounding.
Guh.
Fuck.
Goddd.
He is shaking. Every muscle is trembling.
Somewhere from outside himself, he knows that he's complimenting the rattle of the toy buzzing from within him by moaning.
Moaning and moaning.
All these sounds torn from the upper ridges of his lungs, wailing, and exiting his raw throat as Steve settles a big, heavy hand on his ass, patting him hard. Touching him like he's a dog. He is.
He is.
He's a dog trained to the clicker that Steve has in his other hand, thumbing it, turning the bone-rattling hum of the vibrator into a devastating, ruining beat that urges another gut-punching climax from him.
Pleasure crashes against him. Waves pulled by an outside force. He is the shore, rock pulverized into soft, sweet little grains of sand, and Steve is the moon, an expert with his ocean. Fuck, he knows just how to use a tool, turning something so seemingly harmless into something deadly.
He turns the vibrator up again. Just to really kill him.
Nail in the coffin, or—oh, one last sneaker wave to really drag him under, whatever fucking metaphor his melted brain is struggling to grasp.
“AH!”
It comes out pumping—pummeling him. Wet and hot, pumps of release splatter against his heaving, clenching stomach and the hardwood floor below him. So messy. He whines like a mutt, unable to stop himself. He is cumming. He can't not.
Pleasure: it is a command he must follow.
Another orgasm down.
Open lips trembling, drool sensually slipping from his swollen, caged mouth, Bucky doesn't have nearly half the wherewithal to question how many more Steve wants. He is here, in his body, under the control of someone who will give him everything, someone who truly knows him best, someone whose dog he's dying to be—down to the collar around his neck.
As an older queer, allow me to say: the walls of the closet are load-bearing. It is our job as a community to stand in front of that door and tell everyone who wants to peek inside to fuck off.
There are so many reasons a person may choose not to come out and there is no reason a person would owe the public or a stranger that information. Certainly it's not owed simply because someone is famous.
We have fought for decades to make it safer for people to be open and authentic about themselves, but we are not yet there. And even if we were, the closet would still be something we need to maintain for those who are not ready to reveal that part of themselves.
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