#muse: bucky

[joyfulmagic]

@warwidcw \\ unprompted starter

"Natalia, you need to take it easy," James pleaded, taking her hands in his, pulling her against him. She was starting to show, her bodycon dress flaunting the perfect beginnings of a baby bump that she had.

[mightiestxheroes]

Starter for Rumlow || @defectivexfragmented

Tired and heavily injured, he collapsed in an abandoned building that he came across. Breathing hurt. The beam that had fallen on him must have broken some ribs. Unconsciousness loomed near, but there was no way he could stay. Getting far away from the area took priority. But taking a moment to gather his strength should be fine. As long as he didn't stay long.

Eyes closed, he let his breathing even out and his heart rate started to decrease. Here it was quiet and peaceful and calm. For a few moments he could let his mind float. Let himself forget. His mind wanted to turn back to thoughts of blonde hair and blue eyes and a little guy... Letting out a frustrated yell he pounded his fist against the ground. With each strike repeating to himself: забывать, забывать, забывать (forget, forget, forget).

The pain grounded him and he grew calm again. Everything was fine until he heard the sound of feet behind him, and when he turned there he was. There they were. That strange man and his friend had caught up to him. Fingers curled into fists with rage. He didn't understand why that man was so relentless in his hunt for him. He didn't understand why that man looked at him with those eyes. What was it that made him look at him like that. And most of all, he didn't understand why he called him by that strange name. Bucky. It pissed him off.

From the way he fought it was clear he was hurting. There was no power behind his punches, and he wasn’t moving as fast as he could. It was clear that they were just as exhausted and hurt as he was, but they were determined, especially the blue-eyed man. Their attacks were coordinated and it didn’t take long before they overpowered him. One good punch from the Captain America and he was out. When he woke up they had secured him using his metal arm which was cinched between the jaws of some machine. "We'll be back with help,” he had been told.

That was...he didn't know how long ago.

He had struggled against the machine. Trying to free himself from it, but it was no use. Instead, he rested. Allowing himself to float in and out of consciousness. Until, he heard the sound of someone shuffling outside of the room he was in. Expecting to see the man, his muscles tensed and he glared at the doorway. Not that he was in any better condition to fight than he was earlier, but he would still give them hell.

[andhumanslovedstories]

The strangeness of fandom is sometimes in the midst of depression you’ll write your magnum opus on dealing with suicidal ideation, and it’ll be like. for an mcu tv show. those two things just have to coexist.

[joyfulmagic]

@truedarkhcld // @ofgunsandlipstick // @ccmplicatedweb // @frombehindpaleeyes //

REIGN S01E19 • Toy Soldiers

[navybrat817]

I need this man to fuck me disrespectfully, please and thank you. ❤️‍🔥

[g-luztrash]

Masters of the Air - Vintage ads

Now also on my redbubble (X)

[chaoticamelay]

steve rogers made bucky barnes a shirt with a drawing of alpine on it where she's wearing a kippah and it says HAPPY HANUKKAT btw!! i know because i was there

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Hi, it's me, again! 💙

For my next prompt, I'd love to request Bucky Barnes with the prompt "Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now." Perhaps in combination with some phone sex while he's away on a mission?

Thank you in advance! 💙

A/N: Haven’t written for Bucky in a while! Hope you like it, my darling.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut-ish.

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“Bucky, move the phone back I can only see your adorable but huge nose all over the screen.” You giggled.

Helping the supersoldier adjust to routine was as entertaining as it could get. He still struggled with a few things but nothing that your help wouldn’t solve. He’d been away on mission while you were back home, it had reached a point where you physically missed his presence. And you had needs.

“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.” You murmured, lazily running a hand down your body as you lay in your shared bed alone.

He hummed, rubbing his chin with a finger rather sexily before asking you to flip the camera to show what you were wearing.

“Hmm. You would be in lesser clothes if I were there but I’d start by kissing every last inch of that gorgeous skin, doll. I would gently graze your thigh then part your legs and taste your sweetness. I’d make you come on my fingers before taking you. Multiple times. Until you’d be dripping with my cum.”

Needless to you say, your panties were ruined just from hearing that. And here you thought you would have to take the lead on phone sex. He had the audacity to chuckle and instruct you exactly what he wanted you to do in his absence.

And needless to say, you followed the Sergeant’s orders.

[joyfulmagic]

I see minimal difference

[ironman-tonystark]

On today's Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for the industrial kitchen we have access to be able to cook enough turkey for two Super-Soldiers, a Norse God, and a Hulk.

[bcolfanfic]

keep lookin at these photos @whirlpool-blogs posted earlier and thinkin' about baby john and. my mind is going towards an au similar to one i almost wrote in the svu fandom once.

thinkin' about baby bucky maybe 21 years old working at a corner store and 19-year-old gale being new to the neighborhood. bucky knows all his regulars and knows he must be new so tries to make small talk with him. but gale is so quiet and closed off and has very obviously never lived in a city before. isn't rude. just doesn't say much and john is like hm. must be a story there. keeps trying to talk to him and it takes a while to make any sort of progress. but gale keeps coming in. so he keeps trying (:

+ made myself smile thinking about the corner store having a resident kitty that is john's bff that really warms up to gale too.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Domestic Thunderbolts Bucky Drabble coming tonight!!!

[wnterslder]

“ and where exactly did you learn that ? “

open ! mutuals only.

[navybrat817]

Good fucking moaning, lovelies.

[writingsinashes]

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[delightindarkness]

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.

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