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#I need a bucky tag
logicheartsoul · 8 months
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Closeups of Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes Staring at the Other from Deleted Scenes from the trailers of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)
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Thinking a lot about pendulums in fan culture and the number of "he WOULD NOT say that no one here would ever go to therapy" posts I see these days.
Listen, I've clicked out of fics for "he would not fucking say that" so many times. I also find fics with too much sanitized care over a certain sanctioned kind of communication a little uncanny and offputting. (So I use the back button, it's okay to not like things, dldr, etc)
But I don't think it's fair to characterize the people writing these fics as puritanical thought police unless they're actually trying to say their fic is more virtuous.
Sometimes you see a situation so messy that you want to see what would have to change to get them through it. Sometimes it's an art form to carve through all of the muck a canon presents and ask how they, too, could be redeemed. Sometimes the author has just learned about these interpersonal concepts and it feels less cringe to practice using those tools and scripts with your blorbos. Sometimes you want to make him worse, and sometimes you *do just want to fix him*. Sometimes your life sucks and you want to read a story where everybody makes the right choices and communicates and it all works out!
Sometimes the self-indulgence is whump and sex and pissing on the poor communication skills in a safe playground. Sometimes it's Blorbos Practice Active Listening Together.
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johnslittlespoon · 2 months
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thinking about gale, who likes to walk up to john while john is sitting down just so he can see pretty, earnest blue eyes look up at him and watch a boyish smile quirk corners of lips up over sharp canines, the bounce of curls as his head tilts up akin to dog ears going all perky
and thinking about john, who likes to make himself small on his knees at gale's feet so he can watch fond blue eyes swallow him whole before he's pulled on top of warm thighs like an oversized lap dog, knees bumping hips, firm hands wandering and noses nudging at collarbones and murmurs of affection (and of other things)
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stevecoregirly · 6 months
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IMPORTANT NOTE!! ⚠
Tw- Mention of genocide, dead bodies etc
This is a difficult post to make, an important one for sure, but one that I'm hesitant to post. I'm grateful for every little interaction i get with my posts and fics, but it's time I set some rules considering everything that's been happening.
First, If you're pro-Israeli miliary/government, a Zionist or literally anyone hiding behind the excuse of 'antisemitism' to excuse, justify and even celebrate the genocide of Palestinian people, I want you to get the fuck off my blog.
Seriously, stop following me and stop interacting with me. I can't believe more fic authors aren't doing this, but I have to be true to my values and put this out there because I fucking cannot take the amount of horrifying shit takes I've seen on the Palestine genocide. I have no interest in followers who support the murder and ethnic cleansing of any nation/people/race. So many fic authors that I've admired have disappointed me so much with either their silence or with their support of the terrorist government of Israel.
The past few months have been shocking, horrifying and hard to swallow and I can only imagine it's far far more difficult for Palestinians who are being bombed one after another. I've come across videos of babies being blown apart, of Israeli soldiers beating and shooting fucking kids, of men and women being stuck under rubble knowing help is not on the way because Israel is not only bombing but cutting off water, food and electricity. All violations of human rights. But in these difficult times, there have also been writers who're showing their support despite the death threats they're getting and to all of them I just wanna say please don't stop showing support, don't stop spreading awareness and don't stop boycotting. So many creators that I didn't know of, I know of now because they alone stood out with their support for Palestinians.
All I want to put out there right now is to please support your fellow writers who are loud and proud about Palestine. And, to stop interacting with creators who have no problem excusing and celebrating the genocide of Palestine. Stop following me if you disagree with me, if you're a Zionist pls. Block me go ahead, I don't want your bloody conscience. I'm shaking with anger, with fear but I'm also hopeful because never has our future looked so bright and full of support. My blog will always, always be a safe space, especially for people of color. Thankyou.
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jakes3resin · 1 month
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drop the bucky brady snippet 🙏🏽🙏🏽
Okay, but when I said it was going to be angst I meant it lol. Here there be Bucky Whump sorry gang (am I sorry? Maybe). This is from A/B/O fic's England Arc, and I guess you can tell which mission it's after.
Brady finds him on the wing of Buck's fort later that night. The plane is in pieces, but the wings can still take Bucky's weight. This far from the other men, Bucky can stew as much as he wants, be as selfish in his grief as he wants. Brady doesn't say anything, just sits down next to him to stare out into the sand.
Bucky can feel how Brady's scent tries to wrap around him, a blanket of comfort and care, and he'd be grateful if he wasn't so filled with grief and guilt. For as much as he'd tried to put on a brave face for Gale and the others, the grief is so thick he can barely breathe.
Curt's gone. He's gone.
He doesn't even know where Curt went down. No one was able to put it in the logs. Wasn't that the kicker? Bucky had been so focused on Gale, checking on him, making sure he was there. He forgot about Curt. He doesn't know how he's going to go forward. Curt had been there for him, had listened to him about everything he kept hidden. Now Bucky couldn't even say where he'd lost his best friend.
What's he supposed to do now?
Brady bumps their shoulders together. Bucky can feel how Brady's scent is still trying to combat the grief clogging Bucky's own, and he shakes himself. He needs to get back up. He's not the only one to lose someone today. He needs to be there for the pack. He has to take care of them.
When Bucky goes to stand, his vision flickers in and out, like a bad radio connection. He shakes his head trying to clear it, but it doesn't do much beyond make him dizzy.
"Bucky?" Brady's voice sounds distant which is odd. Bucky was sure the other was right next to him just a moment ago. "Bucky, you alright?"
"I'm," Bucky pauses breathing through a sudden bought of nausea. He opens his eyes trying to make out Brady's blurry figure. He hears Gale shout his name from somewhere below. "I'm fine."
He takes a single stumbling step forward, but hands stop him before he can tumble off the wing. The movement brings back the nausea.
"Like hell you are!" Brady barks still sounding so far away. Bucky thinks he hears more people shouting, but when he closes his eyes, he can't open them again. He thinks he hears Brady screaming, but he can't make out the words.
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dwarvishgeorge · 11 months
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AC1047 | B5 | Slow Burn
Since I'm doing only art Ive got to be a little creative with some of the prompts for @allcapsbingo lol
What better than bucky burning his book full of Bad Things that Happened to Him
also he didn't NEED to be shirtless but I wanted him to be :)
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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Don't tell anyone but I love the thought of pornstar Bucky's girl asking to do livestreams with him. The thought of him taking the chat's lead?? Or reading the filthy things they're saying?? 🤤
"They're making fun of you, sweetheart." Bucky teases between chaste kisses placed to the soft inside of your spread thighs.
'Is she wet already?' The most recent message in the chat makes you squirm in your seat. Not that you're getting very far. Bucky is quite well known for his skills with a rope but he's left you just enough wiggle room that you can still grind your cunt desperately against the chair beneath you. It's not much relief but it's something.
"Of course she's wet already. Aren't you, baby? It doesn't take our girl long to get herself all worked up when she knows she's being watched." Bucky smirks up at you, his fingers trailing over the slick lace of your panties, gathering just enough of your arousal on his fingertips to show the camera.
'Our girl' doesn't sit right with you but you know it's all for show. You're his girl. Only his. Those people watching on the stream, whoever they are, mean nothing to you. You know he'll remind you of that later too. Reminding you that you're 'his girl', holding your chin so he can look into your eyes while he slides every inch of his length home over and over.
You whimper at the flood of messages into the chat as your viewers respond to the crystal clear evidence of your arousal on your partner's fingers.
'Fuck, she's making a mess.' 'Always such a good girl.' 'What I'd give to be able to taste her.'
The comments run up the screen so quickly you don't have time to read them all.
'She's so desperate, what a good little slut.' 'You've hardly even touched her and I'm already hard.'
"You're right, I haven't really touched her much, have I?" Bucky asks while reaching over for the wand vibrator he'd picked out for this stream. He clicks it on and the toy buzzes to life.
He seems satisfied with the lowest setting for now. Not that you are. That setting is almost always just for warm-up and that's not what you need in that moment.
"Please." You whine, tugging against the restraints, only feeling satisfied when your partner presses the soft, silicone tip to your clit, over your panties.
Everything feels heightened despite the low setting. You've been so turned on for so long that anything at all is welcome.
'Such a pretty little thing.' 'She sounds so hot when she whines like that.'
You hadn't even noticed yourself whining, much less the way you tried to grind yourself pathetically on the toy, trying to feel more than the featherlight touch Bucky was offering you.
You felt Bucky flicking the toy up a speed, startled by the groan that left your own throat. It sounded desperate. It was filthy and unrestrained and totally shameless.
"You like that?" Bucky's voice was all that could tear you out of your own head. He rolled the head of the toy in vertical motions, laughing quietly to himself when the sensation made you gasp.
'She's so loud tonight.'
The commenter wasn't wrong. You knew you were louder than usual, a testament to just how much you found yourself enjoying this.
"Sit still, sweetheart." You hadn't really registered what was happening until after it was done, although you'd agreed it beforehand anyway. Bucky carefully tugged the side of your underwear away from your skin, cutting the lace and then mirrored his actions on the other side. With the pretty blue lace in tatters, your sex was fully on display.
Bucky pulled the fabric free from underneath you, balling it up in his hand before pressing it to your lips.
"Good girl. Take it." You hadn't expected this. Automatically, brattiness takes over, your defiant natures tells you not to do as you're told. You hold out for a second, up until the toy clicks up one more speed and when you gasp in surprise, the panties are pushed past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue and you get to enjoy the taste of your own arousal.
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tempestaurora · 24 days
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watched the first two captain america movies bc i'm sick and now i can't stop thinking about writing another stucky fic. i do not have a take. i do not have a concept. i just wanna write another 50k oneshot.
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supercalime · 27 days
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I’ve been lurking in the 911 tags for only a week and I’m already exhausted of most b*ddie shippers holy shit
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navybrat817 · 5 months
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Missing Wolfie and Little Red.
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ive been in this fandom for like a few weeks now and im still uncertain which tag is the main tag for clegan
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bullshit-beach · 19 days
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Im not dead believe it or not happy funny day
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thebendsbyradiohead · 1 month
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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), dir. The Russos / This Is How You Lose The Time War, Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
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dustyjumpwjngs · 2 months
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sorry guys i’m still not over buck and buckys conversation about letters. ‘this one will be the one worth knowing’ hit really hard and like. how am i expected to just pick up my life and keep going when i know that this bucky is the one worth brawling and fighting and arguing with. by the way
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jakes3resin · 27 days
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Here's why Hallucination Bucky haunting Buck is amazing (there are many reasons but here's a big one): Bucky doesn't even have to be dead.
Sure, Bucky being dead works perfectly in this kind of AU. The inability to save Bucky leaves Buck bereft and alone in the world, so he holds on to the memory of Bucky so tightly he starts to see him again.
But!
The ambiguity of is Bucky dead or not is better. The reader doesn't know for sure, and Buck doesn't know. Hell the fic writer doesn't even need to know for sure. Leave that ending open y'all!
Buck having to go through his day swearing that Bucky is alive. He's fine. Bucky has to be fine. Him being fine is the only reason Buck can power through his day. He won't accept anything else until someone brings him Bucky's body.
And that can do a lot to a man's psyche.
Imagine it. Buck standing around Thorpe Abbotts after reassuring Harry and Rosie that Bucky is fine, he's simply back with the men taking care of them. Then he hears it. Bucky's laugh. He whirls around desperate and near joyous because of course Bucky made it out, of course he's laughing and about to yell at Buck to get his attention. Except what he finds isn't the John "Bucky" Egan that he left in Germany.
Instead, he turns around and sees the John he sent to London. Standing straight backed with cheeks that haven't gone through a diet of turnips and 'rabbit' soup, still wearing that awful sheepskin that Buck knows he traded away (Jack had given it back to him the moment he saw Buck) is His Bucky.
Arm raised to wave at Buck, Bucky grins. His smile is as bright as the sun, another spark of life Buck hasn't seen in months. Maybe years.
Bucky looks so young. Which he can't be because Bucky is older than him, but staring at this Bucky that no one else seems to realize is there that's what crosses Buck's mind. Bucky looks young. He looks happy and untouched by the hell they just went through together.
"Hey Buck!" Bucky's by his side without walking to him. "How was your flight? Ya miss me?"
And he falls into step once more with Buck chattering into his ear. Buck knows he isn't real, knows that Bucky isn't here, but he can't help but accept what little he has left of the other when he has no idea when or if he'll ever see Bucky again.
Because without a body, he has to live as if Bucky is still alive.
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johnslittlespoon · 2 months
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oh for sure. maybe he’ll tie his hands behind his back if bucky is really not in the mood to listen.
this also goes both ways though, i could also see buck fucking bucky but refusing to touch him and not letting him touch himself either
oh this truly gave me a vision.
john's wrists tied behind his back while he rides gale in bed because he's been too touchy, keeps pushing it, can't get enough of winding gale up. gale has half the mind to leave him high and dry for the night, but that's no fun, so he settles for this instead.
john starting out cocky, all coy rolls of hips, lip bites, defiant stares. but gale gets to sit back and watch as his little facade falls apart, doesn't even have to lay a hand on him to watch it crumble, controlled moans turning to stuttered out whimpers, eyebrows starting to pinch in frustration, waiting for gale to touch him.
"what's wrong? you were just begging to be fucked all day; suddenly it's not enough?" bringing his hand up to hover over john's cock before cruelly pulling it away just to watch tears finally spill down john's flushed cheeks, the prettiest sight.
"don't start things you can't finish, bucky."
and gale making it clear that john's either going to come from riding his dick, or he's not going to get to come at all. (◠‿◠✿)
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