#sail not drift

[fandomfluffandfuck]

(I’m half asleep but the image is so clear in my head I wanted to put it down)

I’ve been thinking about Bucky taking Steve to a gay club for the first time (in my head it’s a Shrunkyclunks AU, but it can work for canon divergence too). Bucky goes all out - mesh top, leather pants, royal blue eyeliner and hair blown into tousled curls. When he meets Steve in the living room, Steve is in a slightly dressed down version of his everyday look; his eyes goggle at Bucky and he immediately questions whether he actually wants to leave the apartment at all - but he feels lacking too. He doesn’t know how to live in his skin like Bucky does.

Bucky takes care of him. Has Steve go commando under his jeans and take off his button down and undershirt and replace it with one of Bucky’s white A-frames, thin plaid shirt fluttering open on top. Already slim on Bucky, the A-frame is obscene on Steve - his pecs spill out of each side, and his nipples stretch the fabric so tightly it’a almost translucent.

Just before they head out the door Bucky stops him again. Vanishes into the bathroom and returns with some mascara and the lightest lipgloss. Cradles Steve’s face in his hands as he applies it, stands with him in front of the hall mirror as Steve takes in the sight of them - audacious and devastating and larger than life, in how they’re living in their skin.

They hold hands on the walk to the club, and when they go in they’re glued to each other the whole time. Bucky seems to know everyone, hugs men and slaps backs and always slides back into Steve’s arms almost before he can miss him. Steve can’t dance, but he doesn’t need to when Bucky presses against him from forehead to chest to rolling hips, sharing sweat and hot breaths and the feeling of their dicks straining hard under denim.

Steve fucks Bucky into the mattress when they get home. He fucks paint off the wall behind the headboard, holds Bucky down and makes him cry and smear makeup the length of their pillows.

They clean up and cuddle down. Face to face, nose to nose. Bucky’s leg slung over Steve’s hip, breath soft on his face, Steve’s fingers gentle as they trace the arch of Bucky’s cheekbone, the slopes of his lips. Kisses every place his hands brush and thanks him, thanks him, thanks him for bringing them both to life.

(Continued from last night cause I can’t stop thinking about it) In the morning they get woken up by a critical mission alert on Steve’s phone. He’s so used to it being just him, he’s stumbled into clothes and is almost out the door before Bucky says, “Wait,” and Steve remembers where he is. Steve turns with his back to the door, breathing hard, as Bucky walks over with a wet towel in his hands. He’s shirtless in loose sweatpants, two inches shorter than Steve in his bare feet, glitter still clinging to his hair and skin despite their shower last night before falling dead to the world. Steve can’t breathe for how beautiful Bucky is, and stands like he’s in a trance until Bucky stops in front of him, chests brushing. With so much gentleness, he cleans the last of the makeup off Steve’s face. “I love you Bucky,” Steve says, because it’s true, and he doesn’t know if he’s said it before. Bucky looks like he might laugh, like he might cry. He kisses one of Steve’s cheeks, then the other. When the words come, they’re deep in his chest, strangled. “I’ll say it back when you’re home.” A long moment, then he takes two long steps back and Steve slips out the door. When Steve is on the quinjet, in uniform, centering himself to put the mask of Captain America back on, he checks his phone one more time. B: Tell me if you gotta turn your phone off. B: If I’m gonna be a war wife might as well know not hearing from you doesn’t mean you’re dead or whatever. B: Lol. **text deleted** B: Be safe. B: Please. Steve closes his eyes tight, swallows the largeness and the ecstasy and the warmth of his life with Bucky way down deep where it won’t distract him. Where no one will be able to get to it. S: Going dark now. S: I love you, Buck. Three grey dots pop up instantly. B: I love you too, you fucking asshole. B: If I don’t get to say that to your face you’ll make me really fucking mad. B: I’m here when you’re done. Steve types one word: S: Received. Then he turns off his phone, and he goes to work.

I AM SO FUCKING GRATEFUL YOU WROTE THIS DOWN BUT ALSO HOW DARE YOU MAKE THIS SMUT SO SOFT AND SO ANGSTY!?

I can see Steve so viscerally in my mind, making me more than a little insane, and I can feel Steve's determination and love and fear. Just--

"Bucky takes care of him. Has Steve go commando under his jeans and take off his button down and undershirt and replace it with one of Bucky’s white A-frames, thin plaid shirt fluttering open on top. Already slim on Bucky, the A-frame is obscene on Steve - his pecs spill out of each side, and his nipples stretch the fabric so tightly it’a almost translucent. Just before they head out the door Bucky stops him again. Vanishes into the bathroom and returns with some mascara and the lightest lipgloss. Cradles Steve’s face in his hands as he applies it, stands with him in front of the hall mirror as Steve takes in the sight of them - audacious and devastating and larger than life, in how they’re living in their skin."

AND just that "received." One word with all this emotion.

Jesus Christ.

This is beautiful; it's incredible.

I love this. I love you.

Thank you for sending this to me!!

[somanywords]

The Red White and Royal Blue teasers are driving me INSANE, I keep forgetting this movie is happening and then I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER!!!

The casting looks so perfect, this is the only thing I’m gonna talk about for a week.

NO PLEASE EVERY NOW AND THEN I REMEMBER THAT RWRB EXISTS AND I GO WILD

and there's a movie. a whole ass movie????? for us??? trailer tomorrow???? i am frothing at the mouth

[vakariaan]

Is quirly actually Grace??? Do we have proof of this?? My brain can’t comprehend a celebrity on Tumblr, they aren’t supposed to go here!!!

Yup it's her - she confirmed it on Twitter and (I think) her Discord too ☺️

[kiwiana-writes]

AU idea: Alex is a journalist working on an expose about the reclusive Prince Henry, who spends more time at Balmoral than he does in London. Alex finagles a job on Henry’s staff and is surprised to find the Prince not haughty, but kind, witty… and sad. They get to know each other across several weeks until Alex goes to Henry’s room and Shaan turns him away, claiming Henry doesn’t feel well.

Oddly dejected, Alex goes for a walk. He loses track of time and suddenly the full moon is rising and he’s an hour’s walk from the castle. He thinks he’s going to freeze to death alone in the wilderness when a gigantic wolf appears in front of him… a wolf with gleaming soft fur and sad blue eyes…

Aka Henry is a werewolf that Mary hides in Scotland, and Alex and Henry get the highland romance they deserve.

Another one that is so far outside of my genre but fuck yeah five things haha

ONE: When he's handed the assignment, Alex almost says no. Not because it wouldn't be an amazing opportunity, but because Prince Henry is so boring. He's convinced Henry's reclusiveness is because the monarchy knows putting him in front of the public would probably bore them into calling for a republic.

TWO: The interview process is gruelling. Which is fine; he's applying to be a staff member for literal royalty, and Alex would expect nothing less. The number of questions he's asked about the key around his neck, though—what's the material of the key, of the chain—is pretty fucking confusing.

THREE: When he gets his employment contract, he seriously considers calling his boss and asking if they can change the expose to be about the borderline poverty wages offered by the biggest hoarder of inherited wealth in the world, instead.

FOUR: Henry is funny. He's intelligent and well-read and, okay, he has bouts of depression sometimes, but like... his dad died? That's hardly unexpected. But he treats Alex as though what he has to say matters, and he cringes away from any attempt the people around him make to stand on ceremony (which is good, because Alex is terrible at it).

FIVE: Henry is beautiful. So really, it's not a surprise that his wolf form is, too.

[Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.]

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I’m in the middle of two other shows and I’ve never watched 911 in my life but the last few days have grabbed me by the throat like a lion tearing into a gazelle if the lion was Buck’s bi awakening and the gazelle was my sanity and I am losing it

*solemnly handing you a rainbow wig, big red nose, oversized shoes, and white face paint* Welcome, my child, to the clown car.

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Alex would 100000% shake Henry awake in the middle of the night and ask if he’d still love him if he was a worm.

He would and Henry would be so over it because it’s the third time it’s happened this month.

[ninzied]

This isn’t RWRB fanart but he looks exactly like the Alex in my head!!!

https://www.tumblr.com/somanywords/740898618977992704

wait i need this au now…!

[captainjunglegym]

It’s giving me freakish anxiety not knowing - does the “Henry doesn’t want kids fic” have a happy ending?

(Its ok if you don’t want to say)

under the cut for those not wanting to know!

yes it does! i know things like that can be definite deal breakers in a relationship but they work it out in the end! they just gotta work through some things first <3

[roseapothecary]

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

The X-Files, Community, B99, Sex Education, and Check Please all come to mind first.

Also that Paul Mescal guy. Like, in general.

[eveningalchemist]

Black Sails ~S1 episode where James Flint gives a Speech™ but every time it cuts back to him his sleeves are a little bigger

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Ohhhh this is giving me Shrinkyclinks: https://www.tumblr.com/mommysorrydaddysorry/725315222821306368

Bucky spending months taking it slow with Steve, worried about his past, anxious about his many PTSD triggers, mindful always of how even without the serum he could bend his boyfriend like a twig.

Steve goes along with it. At first. Wants Bucky to be comfortable, is enamored with how Bucky gazes at him like he’s something precious. But Steve isn’t made to be satisfied with nothing but lovemaking. Not when Bucky comes home with someone else’s blood on him and his pupils blown with adrenaline.

Steve goads him, presses the buttons he knows by now, feels arousal slicing through every inch of his body as Bucky finally, finally manhandles him where he likes, pins Steve’s legs when he struggles. Bucky gathers Steve’s wrists in one enormous hand as the other, metal and unforgiving, works his ass open.

Steve hisses like a feral cat, straining with all his might and feeling like cum is about to come out his EYEBALLS when Bucky doesn’t budge an inch; just grips Steve harder, hand and wrist and fingers and splayed thigh, and fucks him like Steve never imagined he’d be fucked in his life.

[Link] to a photo of a large hand restraining the wrists of someone with smaller hands.

I Am Always Here For Consensual Angry Sex.

I Am Always Here For Consensual Adrenaline Filled Sex.

Always.

Perfect.

And this is so very in-character of Steve. 100%. He wants to come out of this bruised like an overripe peach. He wants to look like he went round for round with a grizzly.

Held down. Scratched. Bitten. Bruised. Handprints everywhere. All of it. Sore and unable to walk straight without wincing.

Bucky might feel regretful the first time when he sees what he's done to Steve in the morning with a clear head, but, shit, he's also so goddamn hard. Even if it makes Bucky feel bad. How could he do that to him? Why did Steve let him do it to him? ...When's the next time Bucky can do it again?

To persuade him over the line to feel fully alright with it, all it takes is a good, eye-to-eye conversation with true verification that Steve likes this. He wanted this. All of this. INCLUDING the morning after situation. No matter how "bad" it looks.

Okay... it also maybe takes a little extra convincing the next time for Bucky to fuck him like that again BUT-! Bucky works his way up to being fully comfortable soon enough. And when he is fully comfortable--

Oh, fuck.

That's when it's really on.

Bucky will maul Steve the night he comes back from a mission, then he will wake in the morning and instantly be on him again.

Steve sleeps longer than Bucky those nights, passed the fuck out, aching in the best way. If he weren't so worn out as to sleep dreamlessly, his dreams would be full of the filthiest kind of shit. Replaying every moment. Every moan. Every scream. Every desperate, crazed plead of Bucky to go harder, more, again, again!

But he doesn't dream those nights. He sleeps like the dead. So...

Bucky will wake up and admire his lil Stevie doll, sleeping beauty.

Bucky'll tease back the sheets, exposing his shoulders, then his back inch by inch, all the way down his spine, and take in the marks as the crisp, white sheet reveals them. One by one. He doesn't hiss or recoil. These days, he smirks. His works his jaw, swallowing thickly, remembering what he did to get that pretty shade of purple-red and the noise Steve made in response to it.

Fuck.

Eventually, he'll peel the sheets down to Steve's expose round ass to the morning light. The eighth wonder of the world, he swears--Steve's ass. How does such a tiny guy have such a great ass? Perfectly round and pert.

Bucky might pinch one of those marks, not too hard, he doesn't want to do anymore damage, he just wants to hear Steve make a sleepy little grumble. Bucky should make himself wait. He should let Steve get his sleep while he can. Let him recover. Rest. It's not that simple, though.

He looks like sin. He feels like sin. Bucky knows that well. He's experienced it so much. Just once more, though, just once more--

If he really is feeling weak, Bucky might squirm closer and leave butterfly kisses on the small, small of his back or leave actual kisses there or on his ass. He might take a nibble.

Usually, it's at that point that Steve wakes up, groggy, voice still raw from the night before, rendering him unable to speak--he can only hoarsely groan--but still communicating how he feels about this turn of events, Steve spreads his lithe thighs and grinds his oversensitive, soft dick against the bed.

He's not gonna be able to get hard, his body is ruined in the best fucking way, but it feels good. It still feels so good. Pleasure filling his body completely.

Yeah, yeah, yeahhh.

Steve wants. Before he's even fully awake again, he wants.

"Mornin' baby," Bucky rumbles into his skin. Steve tastes salty. Sweat and also tangy as a result of Bucky cumming over his ass, painting him, and rubbing it into his freckled, flushed skin. Just because, Bucky licks him. Marking him again. So what, he's a little possessive. Anyone who's got the pleasure of having his Stevie would be.

Steve groans, face down the pillows.

Now that he's awake, Bucky spreads his cheeks, taking a good look at the damage to his sweet, tight, little cunt, "oh, babyy," he croons, "look at this poor thing! You let somebody do this to you? Some big bad man? Take your virtue, huh? You're all puffy and red down here, darlin'. Think you should lemme make you feel better--"

Steve doesn't need the charm. He squirms and immediately buries his head deeper into the bed, crying out as loud as his ruined throat will let him. Yes.

Yes.

A rough, big man. Fucked him without abandon. Until he sobbed. Made to orgasm over and over again, not because that big, heavy man wanted to make him feel good, wring him dry, but because that man was using him, selfish, and it felt so good that Steve couldn't help it. Spilling over. Easy for it; so easy for Bucky.

Silently, Steve shakes when Buckys tongue laps at his poor cunt. His mouth falling open stupidly.

AH!

[welcometololaland]

I’m ecstatic I discovered your fics tonight, your Alex is an unhinged trash gremlin and Henry is the underpaid animal control employee who wants to be his natural habitat.

omg HAHA thank you so much! AGCD is my absolute favourite so I guess he's an adorable, perfect, amazing trash gremlin 😌😌😌 and HENRY LOVES IT. SOULMATE SHIT.

[vakariaan]

Ever since I saw it on one of your posts (maybe an ask…) I’ve been trying to figure out an older Eddie/Chrissy fancast… so far Sienna Guillory is the closest I have for Chrissy. Joe is hard because he isn’t film star attractive (which is why I love him so much, he looks like a regular person) but your fan casts are amazing and I can’t wait to see what you come up with.

Ooooh! I've not seen her in anything for AGES but she's got the similar petite features etc I can see it! Joe is deffos the one I'm struggling with... YOU'RE VERY SWEET!!! I do love to fancast.

[kiwiana-writes]

[Alex & Bea fake date]!!

Step 1: Be me and laugh at this tumblr post

Step 2: Start thinking about a college AU where Alex and Bea are buddies through the school GSA (Alex definitely hit on her and she very patiently explained aroace as a concept to him lol) and Bea’s gran is, shocker, on her ass about Bringing A Nice Boy Home.

Step 3: Write the following drabble:

Alex wanders into the common room a week before Thanksgiving to find Bea scowling at her phone. "All good, Bea?"

"My gran's hosting Thanksgiving dinner. We're bloody British! Why is she like this?"

"This is the gran who thinks you being aroace is a 'silly little phase'?"

Bea nods. "Can't wait for more lectures from her."

"I don't have Thanksgiving plans. Take me as your fake date."

"She'd hate you," Bea laughs.

"Is that a feature or a bug? I can play up the Obnoxious American. We'll 'break up' and she'll thank God you're not bringing any more boys home."

Step 4: Don’t even bother posting it in your drabble collection because it’s basically an immediate drabble fail; create a gdoc instead.

Step 5: ??? Write it, I guess??? TBD 😂

[WIP ask game]

[turtle-steverogers]

I don’t think we’ve talked before but hi hellos I see you reblogging RWRB and I’m DYING at how Henry is always folding into himself while Alex sprawls everywhere, the casting and acting choices are INSANE, please please please let this movie be as good as it looks 🙏

hello hello! i've seen you around before, how are you??

and DUDE IM SAYING!!! they're totally embodying them. alex's reckless confidence and henry's unsure, but stubborn nature. god, i just want to take them both and pocket them and rattle them around like tic tacs GOD

i have faith in this movie... im holding out. i know that a lot of the production team is queer, which helps bolster my confidence that it's a pretty well informed movie!!!

[maybedeadbutstillpretty]

My coworkers were talking about the Super Bowl and one of them forgot a player’s name so I got to quote Hazel’s monologue. “He’s the guy… with the balls. He catches them and he throws them. He’s the main guy” I’ve never been so proud of myself.

I am also very proud of you! I love that. Did anyone get what you were referencing?