#thinking Bucky thoughts

[therealslimshakespeare]

i hope u know u have destroyed me w ur description of major cleven back there and i expect every detail of major egan’s as well now

P.S CLEVEN SO IS A SPLUTTER

Long love our gushing little eager sprinkler Cleven!

Now, on to Major John Egan who will definitely blush up to his ears regarding what I shall relay over the covers of this our sleepover, but who will nonetheless be tuned in with unabashed curiosity to hear what we make of him and to catch -he dearly hopes- some word of admiration and applause for his pleasing proportions…

Cock-versations: John “Bucky” Egan edition

nsfw (AF!) under the cut:

So we’ve talked about Gale Cleven and his ken doll perfect silicon-esque, beauty pageant pretty cock, how it’s shaped and sized as if to be a dildo, as immaculate as that face he possesses, feels a little otherworldly to be even dealing with it kinda cock.

But Bucky? Oh that’s no cherub for you, that’s a salt of the earth man.

Where Gale Cleven’s appendage could get passed up in a line up of fakes as another perfect fake, there’s something to be said about a cock so singular, rugged and wonderfully human there’s no doubting it’s a genuine -if utterly shocking- article.

If Gale Cleven is a renaissance pillar, John Egan is a gnarled oak tree.

Hear me out:

For one: The sheer size. Tree-worthy, a mighty oak, a stalwart redwood, a hardened maple. But also, a tad bent, and curving up, partly because all that length must go somewhere. And oh -trust me, there’s length. But there’s also girth. But here’s what’s funny, my sweets, length and girth as we have said but were you to lay this cock next to say, bratwurst or the average petite pubic bone, you might be a little shocked by just how large it is. Because when seen in the wild, seen at liberty, attached to the man himself, it appears deceivingly moderate.

It’s the opposite of Cleven’s slim hips and jutting pillar illusion. Instead, with Bucky you’ve got mighty thighs and a huge torso and broad shoulders that could carry the globe. You would be forgiven for thinking he’s nicely equipped while not rightfully proportioning it to you, to the rest of us mortals.

Taken alone or…into oneself, you suddenly realize you’re riding a telephone pole and…now we are back to the tree imagery again. Huge, bent a bit, a tendency to grow and throb the harder he gets, but most of all -we all know and love that very special vein running along the underside of a dick. But for Egan? That whole vein is an extra ridge, like a three leaf clover cock sorta thing: if you’ve seen one you never forget it, and when I tell you it rubs your stretched little rim to madness with it’s extra ridge, I’m not using hyperbole.

Closing thoughts: less of a bright Barbie pink tip like Cleven’s and more of a constant pretty multi shade of purples, all along, sack and all. shockingly huge balls to go with it, even deeper plummy shade for these. perhaps the hottest and warmest cum blast you’ve ever felt, those swimmers have been sheltered and simmered in between those thighs waiting just for you, after all.

[blurredcolour]

I will never emotionally recover from Part Five so instead I’ve chosen to think about the masterpiece that is Trust pt. 2 (seriously top to bottom it was fantastic, truly) and the idea of Bucky “taking care of himself.” Reader is a stronger person than me because if he’d said that, with me knowing it is ME he is likely going to be thinking about, I’d simply evaporate on the spot.

Goodness gracious nonny this ask has truly sent me down the garden path. Nothing but a filthy headcannon under the cut, but after all, Sundays are for smut.

Warnings: Language, Smoking, Mature/Explicit Themes [male masturbation] - 18+ ONLY

Bucky watches you dash off into the night before slowly making his way towards his hut, smoking a cigarette

Can still smell you on his clothes, its doing nothing to ease the aching need in his lower belly

Grabs his shower kit, optimistic that most of the men will still be at the dance

His hopes are confirmed when he finds the shower hut empty, turning the lock on the door behind him

Smirks at the smudges of your lipstick on his throat as he glances in one of the mirrors above the sinks

Strips slowly as he waits for the water to run warm, stepping beneath the spray

Is torn between drawing it out; making the pleasure last, and just giving into it; letting it overtake him

Steps beneath the warm stream of water, bracing one hand against the tile of the wall, letting the other run down his chest, his stomach

Thinks of the way your body felt pressed against his, the delicious noises that fell from your lips

The alluring dampness that soaked through the fabric of his pant leg where you’d straddled his thigh

Wraps his fingers around his length with a throaty moan and it’s no longer a question of making it last as he begins sharp, twisting strokes

Sighs your name as he presses his forehead against his bicep, bucking his hips in time with the rhythm of his fist, clenching his eyes tight as his thoughts drift to the way your soft hands might feel on his most sensitive flesh

Bucky’s toes dig into the tile floor as his pace quickens, panting thickly into the steam that is accumulating around him

“ah…f…fuck…” he grunts harshly, the muscles of his lower abdomen jumping erratically as he begins to lose his tempo

Shifting his thumb to circle his sensitive tip is all it takes for his orgasm to rip through him, spilling his release over his fist and onto the shower wall

Grins lazily against his arm as he cups his hand under the stream of water before splashing it against the wall to rinse it clean, leisurely finishing up his shower before crawling into bed for some remarkably restful sleep

[sagesolsticewrites]

FRIENDS! COUNTRYMEN! FELLOW BUCKY LOVERS!

The Bucky Fic™️ is scheduled to post tomorrow (2/21) at 10am 👀

In the meantime, everyone go read @blurredcolour’s Trust fic/literal masterpiece! (and thank me later ����)

[bucklikethedollar]

idk how to say this without sounding really boomer-ey, but like, what happened to horror content for kids? maybe i’m using the word “horror” a little liberally but i remember when i was a kid there was SO much out there that existed solely for the purpose of scaring kids in a safe, fun, age-appropriate way. just off the top of my head there’s goosebumps, scary stories to tell in the dark, tales from the crypt (little before my time though), coraline, mirror mask, monster house, dark crystal (more incidentally scary but w/e), even courage the cowardly dog; all these really fantastic books and shows and movies that let kids explore being scared on their own terms.

now there’s idk, those new addams family movies? but those aren’t really scary.

i see people talking about the “kid-ification” of horror games and i can’t help but wonder if part of the reason kids latch onto that stuff so much now is because there’s nowhere else for them to experience healthy, safe fear. a little kid wants to get the thrill of being scared, but their parents won’t let them watch any actual horror movies, so they go on youtube and what do you know, there’s markiplier playing another cheap horror game set in a toy store or whatever, and now that kid’s fear quota is being met. (obviously there’s more to it than that, but it’s a theory i have)

this like, doesn’t really matter probably but idk, i feel bad that ~kids these days~ aren’t getting the experience of something scary made specifically for them with their genuine enjoyment in mind, rather than whatever the next fnaf ripoff is that just wants to sell them merch. being a kid and watching a well-made scary movie feels like you’re finally being taken seriously; you’re not being babied or coddled, you’re being trusted to face the skeksis and the other mother and the nebbercracker house and not back down. i wish people were still making media that respected kids that much.

[theduckseeksduck]

One of my first interactions(?) with Supernatural was when falcon and the winter soldier came out and someone made a “ they’re canon in the Spanish dub” joke about sambucky.

[deafening-radio-silence]

I think that Dr. Christina "I was an excellent soldier" Raynor needs to deal with some personal things before she's anyone's therapist, because she strong-armed more of Bucky's autonomy away from him than Zemo did within the series.

[meyerlansky]

#hboww2rewatch timestamp roulette: MASTERS OF THE AIR, PART THREE ↳ what the hell is a "reserve command pilot"?

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Bucky looking at Steve in CA:TFA, post-rescue: my breast friend

Steve:

Bucky: I mean-!

Steve:

Bucky: my, my, my b--

Steve, visibly blushing: take your time, buddy

[martianbugsbunny]

BITCH they had a WHOLE LOTTA NERVE to SPECIFICALLY HAVE STEVE SAY "bro, it's hard to date when nobody has shared life experience with u"

......IN THE MOVIE WHERE THE GUY WITH SO MANY SHARED LIFE EXPERIENCES SHOWS THE FUCK BACK UP. THE GUY WHO LIVED IN 1940S NY WITH HIM. THE GUY WHO SERVED IN WW2 WITH HIM. THE GUY WHO GOT THE SUPERSOLDIER SERUM LIKE HE DID. THE GUY WHO MANAGED TO STILL BE ALIVE AND LIKE THIRTY IN THE 2000S JUST LIKE STEVE. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING. WHY WERE THEY SO STUPID

[hogans-heroes]

So also it kind of dawned on me that maybe one of the reasons Bucky was so desperate to escape might have been that he could see Gale struggling and was desperate to get him out. Maybe part of Bucky going crazy was his worry for Gale because of course he could still read Gale but he’s so helpless he can’t do anything to save him except get him out, and when he can’t he starts to go feral with fear. He knows Gale won’t do anything if he’s the center of the attention but if Bucky makes it about himself wanting to get out maybe it’ll work.

That’s why in all mentions of escape he’s insisting Gale goes too and gets upset when Gale shoots it down. Bucky cannot handle helplessness at all, we saw that when he was air exec.

[onyxsboxes]

Post-war, sleeping and cuddling Buckies' habits: They love when Bucky lies on Buck's chest, especially when one of them is having a bad day.

Sometimes, Bucky panics when he wakes up with someone's weight on him. It reminds him of when he was in Europe, in the cart, surrounded and crushed by the heavy weight of corpses. But he also loves to feel Buck's heart beating, his sleepy breath beneath him. It reminds him that he's safe, that they're safe.

And Buck's loves waking up with Bucky's weight on his chest. It helps his sleepy brain realize more quickly that Bucky is here, with him and not trying to sneak too close to the fence. It always takes his brain longer to catch up when he's lying on Bucky's chest.

[therealslimshakespeare]

HOW big is egan. i want numbers

A lady would never kiss and choke and tell. But may I direct you to the produce aisle and suggest you contemplate the most mature cucumber you can find?

[blurredcolour]

These Protective!Bucky asks are making me lose my mind. We know reader can take care of herself but shit is out of control. My mom always tells me (somewhat) jokingly if I die before her she’ll kill me lol. I have this vision that either on base or in the air, reader is in a serious enough situation that when Bucky returns she’s been sedated. When she wakes up he looks horrid and says to her, “Christ honey, I think I need to remind you if you die before me, I’ll kill ya.” (Later she finds out while she was unconscious that the doctors were somewhat seriously considering sedating Bucky just for some goddamn peace).

Oops my fingers slipped and you got a whole thing

Warnings: blood, reader injury, angst, hospital setting

Bucky sees the red flares from your fort as it nears the runway and dashes down the stairs to his jeep

Tails the ambulance out to your hard stand, stomach plummeting to see that it’s you the crew is sliding out of the hatch onto the waiting stretcher

There’s so much blood, across your face, down your neck, soaked through the bandages around your head

“What the hell happened?!” He snaps at the nearest crew member

“Took some flack near her position, sent her flying back into the radio equipment…she’s been out cold ever since”

“Shit” he hisses and jumps back into the jeep, practically racing the ambulance to the hospital

They’ve got you in triage, behind privacy screens, and he’s pacing back and forth like a caged lion

Reaches one edge of the bed frame before swinging his head back to retrace his steps, practically wearing a hole in the floor

“Major…” the doctor startles him out of his inner turmoil and he looks up sharply

“We’ve got the wound stitched closed, I do not feel comfortable transferring her until she regains consciousness, but the rest of her vitals are good thus far”

“When will she wake up?” Bucky asks

“We don’t know when, or if, that will happen, Major, head wounds are a tricky business. We just have to wait and see.”

So Bucky pulls up a chair to do just that, hands buried in his hair as he sits at your bedside for what seems like hours

You look so fragile in the hospital bed, a stripe of your hair shorn away so they could stitch your scalp laceration

Eventually feels a stirring of your fingers clasped in his hand, the change in your breathing

“Bucky?” You wheezed, obviously confused to see him, to be where you are

“Christ, honey. I think I need to remind you, if you die before me-”

“You’ll kill me, I know…has Meatball been gnawing at your hair, hon?” You tease, lifting an abnormally heavy limb to ruffle his curls

“You should see what they did to yours” he tries to joke back but his voice comes out fractured and he presses his face to your abdomen, shoulders shaking with the effort to restrain the emotions trying to break free

“Shhh John, I’m here, I’m alive”

“You’re gonna stay that way, goddamnit. I’m gonna see to it personally, even if it kills me”

[blurredcolour]

I would apologize, but it would be disingenuous!

Also - I see your tags Sage 👀👀👀

So so so excited!!!

Help I’m having Bucky Thots™️ and it’s all @blurredcolour’s fault 👀

[johnslittlespoon]

plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale

gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3

john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.

so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.

john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.

he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).

so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.

he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.

the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.

a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"

laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.

it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.

gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.

"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.

gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.

john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.

he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.

he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.

he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.

it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.

[thewoodstock-stock]

All I want is a Buddy Dawn arc working along with Kristen and being parallels with Ankarna and Cassandra on how they deal with their own tragic, cultish upbringing. One dealing with it through curiosity, doubt and fear; the other dealing with the rage and conviction and the gripe he holds against the people he grew up with. At the same time, there's still so many people they love in that cult, not accepting them that their out of that cult. With the help of Kalina, keeping Buddy mad with what his own people did, he will stay mad, the rage making Bakarath stronger. What I hope for him though, is for Bakarath to not be a serious villain in the slightest and Kalina quickly moving on after the first and only follower quickly retreating back to his familial comfort zone. Maybe even denying Helio and Sol in the end and joining Kristen in the pantheon as a cleric of Ankarna.

*sigh* one can only hope....