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#musings: bucky
defectivexfragmented · 2 months
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(For Bucky)
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~ Steve
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"Thank you, Steve. I don't know if I can agree with all of that but still, thank you."
@theprice-cffreedcm
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g-luztrash · 2 months
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Masters of the Air - Vintage ads
Now also on my redbubble (X)
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flordeamatista · 2 months
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Bucky Barnes ♡ Sebastian Stan
Captain America: Civil War ♡ (2016)
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navybrat817 · 2 months
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On my knees, sir. 😍🥵🫠
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biteofcherry · 11 days
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Werewolves leader, Bucky, and vampire king, Steve, keeping a fragile peace treaty by sharing a concubine.
Every decade a new concubine was appointed from neutral human clans, which provided humans with protection and riches. After ten years of servitude, a concubine was released from the contract and allowed to lead a life however she pleased.
Some fell in love with other vampires and werewolves and chose to mate with them. Some reunited with humans and started families. And some became influential patrons with the wealth they were compensated with.
Bucky and Steve always treated their concubines with respect and attention, many of those relations turned into friendships, but never had either of them wanted for them to stay.
That is until you are offered as their newest concubine.
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delightindarkness · 1 month
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Fallout AU || Closed Starter
The heavy air itself was suffocating as James' lungs took their first unaided breath in a little over two hundred years. It burned at first.
Something was wrong.
Alarms blared as the cryochamber he was in popped open, mechanical whirring loud in the otherwise silent vault. Stumbling out of the chamber, blue eyes squinted even against the low light. What the hell was happening?
Other than the alarms, there was no other commotion. At least not in this this sector. He was panting as he moved from chamber to chamber in the cold, damp room. Each one said the same as he pressed the emergency release.
System Failure. Life Support Off.
Dead. All of them were dead. Why wasn't he dead? What the hell happened? Last thing he remembered he was being ushered into the vault. His handlers had told him that it was time for the bombs to fall, it was time for their most important, most dangerous mission yet. Purging out the enemies on our own American soil.
Where was everyone?
"Hello?" He called out twice. Once in English, once in Russian. It was a preferred language by many of the handlers and scientists that he'd been working with. Something he'd learned and picked up on quickly. His voice was strained and he hated how it echoed in the almost empty room. It made him think of a tomb. Each chamber was now its own coffin.
His head was still reeling as he moved from room to room. It was all the same. More of the tragic death that he'd so narrowly escaped. A few rooms had their security measures tripped and it made him wonder if it was an attack.
Making his way toward the exit, it became clearer and clearer, especially after seeing several skeletons, that quite some time had passed, and something horrible had happened. It took the Sargent awhile to figure his way out, but after a bit, the vault door was rolling back and he thought he might go blind.
The light that met him was so bright he felt like he was heading out onto the surface of the sun. His eyes began to adjust though...slowly. Things on the surface didn't seem much better, based on what he could see thus far. More bodies. Most of them in military garb. Once again, the tale of time had taken its toll, and they were nothing but bone.
One of the skeletons was still clinging tightly to a 10mm Pistol, and he quickly took it, checking to see how much ammo was left. It wasn't much, and he figured he wouldn't need it as he himself was a weapon, but he wanted it just in case.
The first place he came to was a neighborhood that had obviously seen better days. Other than some bugs and a robot that didn't speak to him, he found nothing save for a bit more ammo and some food that seemed a little suspicious, but it was better than nothing he supposed.
Headed up the road, and over what was once a bridge, he heard movement, slowing his steps, though it did him little good. The dog on premises alerted his presence to whomever was around the moment he let out a long howl.
@little-blog-of-horrors
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ironman-tonystark · 5 months
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Sam claims not to have superpowers, and yet he has probably caught both the super-soldiers a dozen times, mid-air, and never once has he dislocated his shoulder.
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thatsrightice · 2 months
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you know, if you had asked me after the first two episodes of Masters of the Air which actor and/or character was going to have a scene where they are posing naked in front of a mirror, Anthony Boyle as Harry Crosby would not have been my first guess
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buckrogers · 1 month
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sketching bucky always being one of steve's favorite things in the world to do and there being so many from the days before the war when he'd chance awake early enough that buck would barely stir when he wriggled out from beneath the covers and shivered his way to the toilet, coming back and finding him huddled deeper into the warmth steve had left behind, nose pressed into steve's pillow with one arm draped over the side of the mattress, snoring softly -- steve's exasperation at him stealing the covers (and steve's side of the bed) fading so quickly beneath the weight of fond affection and the sudden twitching need in his fingertips to draw him, just like this with a bare shoulder peeking out and those dark curls drifting over his brow ...
cut to present day and it's still steve's favorite thing to do, but the opportunities for it don't present themselves the same way and steve's been so careful not to push too hard, not to overwhelm buck before he's ready with thoughts and feelings about their lives before the war but he still stirs earlier of the two of them and it's barely dawn when he rolls over the morning after arriving for another clandestine fly in to wakanda and finds buck resting on his side, hair falling over his cheek the same way it used to, longer now he's been recuperating and that same yearning strikes --
it's what bucky opens his eyes to, the scratch of pencil to paper and steve's eyes on him and maybe it should be just another thing that confuses him or pushes on all those tender bruises in his mind but it ... doesn't, as it turns out, it feels a little like coming home and the smile that breaks, slow and sleepy and satisfied across his face says as much; is its own kind of homecoming for steve.
inspired in part by this post by elkleggs of wartime sketches of bucky drawn by steve
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buckgasms · 9 months
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What about
If you were an omega in like 'medieval times', and you were rescued from a pack of alphas who mistreat you and hurt you because your a soft little omega.
It's a miserable night and you are sitting alone by the fire when the camp is attacked by Alpha Bucky's pack? And you are so scared because you had heard stories about how strong and dangerous they were. And the fight was really brutal and you sort of manage to hide in a corner until all the fighting stops and you're just shivering and terrified.
But it turned out they were only dangerous to bad people, and they totally look after omegas and worship the ground they walk on?
And they give you nice clean clothes and tend your injuries, feed you and give you a nice little tent to sleep in, with warm blankets to snuggle up in.
And maybe you spend a bit of time with Peter who is a bouncy omega and he's like really sweet and makes you feel like it's all going to be ok?
And you ask him about Bucky because he smells so damn good and he keeps looking at you but he hasn't spoken to you. And Peter is like, "Oh he's fine, he's just a bit intense, but once you get to know him he's great."
And one night you are all at a tavern and you find yourself sitting next to Bucky somehow (Peter spoke to Natasha and she made it happen) and you are talking with him a bit and it's nice but you feel nervous because now you are next to him it's even more clear how attractive and strong and safe he is and you just want to bury your face in his chest, but you cannot.
And mayyyyybe, you start to doze off on his shoulder because you've been through a lot. And the next thing you know he is carrying you up to your bedroom and you just don't want him to let go, so you whisper to him, "please stay, it's scary in here by myself..."
So after very little persuasion he agrees but doesn't get under the covers because he doesn't want to make you feel pressured or anything. But you have had some mead so you just snuggle up and immediately fall asleep with his scent all around you???
And you wake up and he's accidentally snuggled up to you and buried his nose in your neck and you feel so happy and yet can't stop freaking out because it's so intimate even though you are both fully dressed and nothing even happened.
And what if later that day he comes up to you and tries to suggest that you both should avoid sleeping like that again until he can properly win your affections, but you just pout and say, "but it's scary all alone... Unless you think I should ask another alpha?" And give him your best innocent eyes and bite your lip and he just flares up red at the thought of it.
"Well if you don't want me in your tent and I can't sleep by myself, what am I going to do?" You ask, batting your lashes and ever so slightly pressing your fingers against his chest.
And he just growls and storms off but you just giggle and skip off to tell Peter and Natasha what happened because they are now your number one fans and love seeing Bucky flustered.
So that night over the camp fire you spend time chatting to Natasha, who is an alpha, and you loudly tell her your problem about not wanting to sleep alone and she offers a space in her tent. And Peter is gleeful at the look on Bucky's face as he glares at this exchange.
Especially because he can smell your mischievous delight in your scent and he knows he's being played for a fool. But as Natasha strokes your arm he cannot help himself.
He stomps over and takes your hand in his before pulling you up in the air and over his shoulder, marching away from Natasha as you squeal in surprise.
Finally he puts you down outside his tent and presses a hungry kiss to your lips. "Omega, you pull a stunt like that again and I'll have your ass, now get in this tent and go to sleep before I change my mind."
And you just giggle and kiss him on the cheek before heading inside and making the bed a perfect little nest for when he returns to snuggle up with you?
That might be cool?
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defectivexfragmented · 2 months
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Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours (Stucky @walkitoffrogers)
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Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours
●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST
LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH
@walkitoffrogers
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Fae!Gale @ me because I keep changing the dialogue of the current scene in ch. 3 so he's been sitting injured in the same spot for the past 4 fucking days
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softspeirs · 12 days
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has anyone written fic where bucky arrives at the stalag. and he’s been holding on to his composure as long as possible and he’s so relieved to see his friends and buck is alive but at some point he’s just so exhausted. they realize how badly hurt he is. he has to try — to try — to tell them what happened to him. what he saw. how he got there.
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navybrat817 · 3 months
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My muse: Only One Bed, may I introduce you to Sunshine and Grumpy?
Me: Is that really necessary for-
My muse: Um, your job is to type. Thanks.
Me: ...
My muse: I'm sorry.
Me: It's okay.
My muse: No, that was bitchy. Been a long week, but I shouldn't take it out on you.
Me: All good. I get it. Really.
My muse: So... We're cool? Only One Bed and Sunshine and Grumpy?
Me: Yeah, we're cool. Go wild.
My muse: At your pace, of course. Take all the time you need. You're doing great.
Me: Thanks. You, too.
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biteofcherry · 7 months
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What you had with him was a little wild, a lot of reckless. Both of you so young, only starting to figure out what you want in your life and how to achieve it. And your goals were so very much on opposite ends of the scale.
Both of you ambitious, both dedicated, but when you searched for light, he craved to rule the darkness.
He started as an errand boy, then earned himself the right to carry a gun and be a driver on certain jobs. And you tried to convince him (and yourself) that you were appalled, that you didn't get a tad wetter when he came to you late in the night and fucked you on a rush of adrenaline.
As predicted, your paths parted. You were off to get your degrees and secure yourself a solid, respectable job. What he did, if he even survived the dangers of the underworld he chose, you had no idea.
Time passed and your memories of him faded in a locked chest of your memory; even if sometimes your body seized with longing as another of your boyfriends couldn't deliver the thrill he used to give you.
Until almost fifteen years later, when a friend of yours scored invites to an elite, invitation-only nightclub in the city. You never expected him to be there. You had no idea he owned the place. No idea he now owned the whole city.
No idea he was going to own you, too.
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keirou-kun · 15 days
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Because I feel like showing off some of my chainmail work and no one can fucking stop me. These are some of my favorites. They are a visual pun. Because as you can see. They are little people. Mostly male. Made of chainmail. This, therefore makes them... Maille-men. And because they are all based on characters from various fandoms, that makes them... Fanmaille. Shut up I'm clever XD
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Shameless plug: these are for sale[USD$10 each], I also make jewelry and I do take commissions. let me make you things >w>
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