#thanks @bucky for tagging me!

[mirnightghost]

Starfalls

They are like falling stars for each other. Yes, they both fell, both are associated with stars (five-pointed, but still stars). But also...after the star falls, you make a wish. And they made a wish. The desire to hear each other’s heartbeat, to touch at least for another moment. And as with every desire, you have to pay a high price for it. Pain, nightmares, torture, ice – they went through all this to meet again.

I've noticed that I've never liked ship names that include two names together. There's almost always something that throws me off and sounds ridiculous at best. And when I am locked within four walls and I need to come to God, I have to come to something more so that I feel comfortable. And I did! Now for me Steve/Bucky are starfalls and you can’t imagine how much this has eased my fixation on the fandom. I finally feel connected to what I do...wow? Wow 🤝 Well, since the name is for my comfort, I automatically made their relationship platonic under this name. (But nevertheless, there is no headcanon on their orientation; I cannot describe their relationship for myself using labels. Although if I had to use them, then the aroace spectrum)

Yes, I thought it was important to outline all this. Now if you see a post with them on my blog and the word “starfalls”, then this is the name of this ship for me, yes.

[becca-e-barnes]

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.

[shoshiwrites]

MEET THE OCS — MOTA EDITION!

Decided to make a little masterpost for Jo's MotA adventures — for convenience's sake, and to have a little aesthetic, as a treat. Jo is my BoB OC who's taking a MotA detour (in a jeep, most likely). Born to German parents in Pittsburgh, Jo moved to Philadelphia in her teens. A keen observer with a sharp and thoughtful voice, Jo tends to live life behind the notepad (she also hasn't gotten a good night's sleep since 1937). In this universe, she heads overseas as a reporter for The Philadelphia Clarion along with her fiancé, where she tries her best to work around a certain major who has a few thoughts about how said fiancé's been treating her.

Jo's main tag | MotA 'verse tag | Prompts on Ao3 | BoB story tag

FICS AND FILLED PROMPTS!

➥ Into the Wind (introduction) ➥ "hospital bed" ➥ "maraschino cherries" ➥ "pinky" ➥ "grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something" ➥ "orange sunsets" ➥ "grabbing the other's hand to pull them back to them" ➥ close to you ("gamble" / "quiet" / "kissing out where nobody can catch them") ➥ "pushing a strand of hair behind their ear" ➥ "hiding face in neck" / "kissing the top of their head" (NSFW) ➥ "whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin" ➥ "pinky swear" ➥ "touching foreheads" ➥ the nearness of you (NSFW)

ALSO IN THE TAG:

➥ Kay x DeMarco ➥ Ship memes ➥ Answered asks ➥ Graphics and moodboards ➥ AUs ➥ And much more!:)

[embie-the-buttercup]

I'm sick and it might only be the fever but I just had a thought that we could've named Stucky Barnes&Noble instead.

[1-800-suck-my-clit]

Testing my multifandomness, so here's a list of ships I support/enjoy and why

Most (damn near all) are ganna be MlM

Clegan (bucky x buck)

John is so love sick for gale you just have to ship them

Hannigraham (Hannibal x Will Graham)

They act like a married couple with Gothic scenes and inuendos

Bat jokes (Batman x Joker)

Idk man something abt villian and hero falling in love despite being the farthest of opposites. And I love their banter where Joker shamelessly flirts with him

Superbat (Batman x Superman / Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent)

Now ik what ur thinking "bat jokes AND superbat how scandalous😱" this one only really applies to their "citizen" forms. I love the rich sugar daddy and kind southern accent trope. Also them in their hero forms are also cute bc batman let's his guard down for him

Zosan (zoro x sanji)

Your honor they're married🙄

Hisoillu

They give off Doberman and black cat energy. And canonically they are married ‼️

Rathelstan (ragnar x athelstan)

The love I have for them hold no words so here are some quotes that made me wanna rip my heart out.

"What do you mean?! You cannot leave...you cannot leave me! I love you...and you're the only I can trust so you must stay"

"I always believed that death is a fate far better than life, for you will be reunited with lost loved ones. But we will never meet again, my friend. I have a feeling that your God might object to me visiting you in Heaven. What am I to do now?"

"I hate you for leaving me. I ache from your loss. There is nothing that can console me now. I am changed, so are you.”

Symbrock (Venom x Eddie)

HEAR ME OUT PLEASE...So um anyways

Spideypool (spiderman x deadpool)

Their banter in the comics is so cute

Soapghost(konig) (Soap x Ghost (x Konig) / Simon Riley x John McTavish (x Konig))

Got really into them when CoD started blowing up on my FYP last year

Patrochillies (Patrocles x Achilles)

Ganna cry I love them sm. "He is half of my soul as the poets say" 🤣🔪🩸

Eremika (Eren x Mikasa)

If u don't belive they are end game ur wrong abt everything🥱. Tho I belive in eremika being cannon I also ship EreJean (Eren x Jean) who's to say a Lil hate sex never hurt anyone 🤭

Jayvik (jayce x viktor)

Idk who I wanna be jayces girlfriend, his boyfriend, or him😩

BoKuro (Bokuto x Kuroo)

Himbos in love? Count me in. tho I do also ship them with their main ships aswell

NaruSasu (Naruto x Sasuke)

No one chases a man around for damn near a decade bc "We're best friends🥺" 😒

Last but not least

KiriBaku (kirishima x Bakugou)

I don't give one damn what ANYONE says they are literally end game. FUCK BAKUDEKU‼️‼️🗣 I need the firecracker and his leash‼️

Um thank u for listening to my Ted talk lol 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

[laylaeelfaouly]

tagged by @eohwyyn! thank you Mitali 🥰

last song: orange juice, noah kahan

currently watching: the pruitt–igoe myth (documentary) & queen charlotte

three ships: geraskefer (the witcher), kaysanova (the old guard), merthur (bbc merlin)

favourite colour: green

currently consuming: crisps

first ship: stucky (mcu)

relationship status: single

last movie: denmark

currently working on: trying to finish projects when i start them...

no pressure tagging: @kizzyedgelll @arabellas @groguandin @lightasthesun @dindjarism @bellamyblakru

[whollyjoly]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

I was tagged by the amazing @mutantmanifesto!! Thank you so much, I had a blast doing this!

Eugene 'Doc' Roe - Band of Brothers "Oh Lord, grant that I shall never seek so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, or to be loved as to love with all my heart."

Obi-Wan Kenobi - Star Wars “And you, Master. What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?” “Infinite sadness,” Obi-Wan said, even while smiling.

Bucky Barnes - MCU "I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes, and you're part of my efforts to make amends."

Grantaire - Les Misérables “Gentlemen of the human race, I say to hell with the lot of you.” 

Riley Blue - Sense8 “Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart.”

Spock - Star Trek (TOS + AOS) "Logic is the beginning of wisdom...not the end."

Allison Blake - Eureka "Momentous, isn't it?"

Greed(Ling) - Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood "You humans think greed is just for money and power. But everyone wants something they don't have."

Duck Newton - The Adventure Zone: Amnesty “If we ever fight a monster that could control the power of heart, we’re all fucked, because that is the most powerful element imaginable. I mean, I’ll fucking stab love, I don’t care.”

The Professor - Watcher Entertainment "Woah, we got a couple of sea dogs out there! B̴A̸R̶K̸ ̴W̸I̶T̴H̷ ̸M̵E̴!"

Tagging @blood-mocha-latte @footprintsinthesxnd @ronsparky @everything-or-anything and of course any one else who ~feels the vibe~ 🥰

[navybrat817]

Quick thanks to you lovelies for the feedback on Wolfie and Little Red! You made my day. 🥰

[bisamwilson]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

also tagged by @writerkenna!!

thanks y'all for the love <3

5 fics + excerpts!

wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time)

“Five o’clock sharp every morning, baby,” he’d said, over half a century ago now, his voice weak and his bones weaker, holding onto Bucky’s far less wrinkled hand with all the strength he still had. “Early morning exercise is important for old men like us: keeps us living longer.” Bucky has lived fifty-two years, three months, and twelve days longer than Sam had ever gotten to, and, running his hand over Sam’s side of the bed, his favorite blanket kept pristine even after all these years, he thinks living longer is the last thing he’d ever want. He still gets up at five to exercise every day, though. After all, Sam had asked him to, and who is Bucky to deny Sam anything he asks, even all these years later.

2. my convenience store dream boy

The most definitely real heat gets stronger for just a moment, disappearing when Cap puts on a friendly smile. “Can’t say I pegged you for an optimist, Bucky,” he says, holding Bucky’s phone out. Bucky takes it back without looking away from his face. “I’m not, usually. Only when there’s something—or someone—worth inspiring my optimism.” Bucky’s probably gone too far on the side of “hammy,” but Cap’s still interested enough for him to think he didn’t quite blow his chance. As a matter of fact, he’s a little too interested, really, because this is going to give Bucky ideas—the dangerous kind, the kind that’s gonna break his heart someday, he’s sure.

3. put some mustard on it

Sam notices the heightened restlessness too, he’s sure, but that comes along with Bucky agreeing to go on morning runs with him more often as well as an exponential uptake in random warm smiles, so Sam probably doesn’t say anything in worry of breaking that particular spell.  Every time he thinks about that ring he just breaks out into a grin, and every time Sam asks him to come along he doesn’t want to miss a single second. Smiling, running, being with Sam, looking at his ring from Costco. That’s most of Bucky’s life these days. And buying and subsequently wasting mustard, of course. He’s been too busy thinking about the ring to stage that intervention.

4. but it feels like there's oceans between you and me

Usually pleasure rolls off Bucky in waves in times like this, the initial slow push almost more satisfying to him than the explosive finish, but now Sam feels a frenzy of emotions, entirely at odds with Bucky’s calm approach to fucking him.  Fear. Relief. Anger. Worry. Something Sam might call “love” if he didn’t know better.

and, of course,

5. (it's your kiss) hey princess

There’s a noticeable pause between Sam’s steps at that, but Bucky effortlessly leads them back on track. “I appreciate dropping formalities, but I gotta say, ‘Bucky’ does not exactly fit with the handsome noble vibe you’ve got going here.” Bucky spins them around in a move that is surprisingly easy but leaves Sam a little breathless. “Childhood nickname that stuck. My middle name’s Buchanan, which is somehow even more unfortunate than Bucky, but my younger sister, Becca, had issues with it when she was young. It came out more similar to ‘Bucky,’ and that’s what I’ve been called ever since, at least by the people I’m close to.” “We’ve met so recently, Buck, one might think it’s a little sad that I’m already included in those ranks, even if I’m not complaining.” Bucky dips him low and leans into his ear, whispering, “We’re not quite close yet, Prince, but you’ll forgive me for hoping we get there.”

[bbyboybucket]

Hiiiii hope you are having a lovely day!!! For the WIP ask game, how about Redwing? Would love to know more ;)

Hiii!! Thanks for sending this! ♥️

So not very much of it is written so I can’t really give a snippet :/

Butttttt the fic is a canon extension of TFATWS episode 4, in which Bucky and Sam have another conversation after their heart to heart. Essentially, Sam explains how he understands why Bucky is so attached to the shield and feels like it’s his last connection to Steve, because he’s the same way with redwing. Sam confides in Bucky about Riley, and reveals that redwing was Riley’s code name before he was killed and that’s why he’s so attached to the drone(s), because it’s a reminder of Riley. And the boys kinda just bond over sharing their feelings and having a similar way they’ve grieved.

I hope to one day actually get this written because I really like the concept but knowing me, it might be a long time 🥲

[ex0rin]

Six Sentence Sunday

tagged by @possumwoodpie ❤

He can feel something snap inside him and it doesn’t matter that Walker’s taken the serum, it’s still too fucking easy to roll them over, to get himself up on top and slam Walker’s body down against the floor - Bucky’s got years and years of training and experience against whatever Walker’s bringing to the fight; there’s blood rushing, pounding along his ears and his hands are still fisted into the fabric of the other man’s stupid goddamn uniform.

Bucky lifts him easily, drags him up just to slam Walker’s body back down - he watches the jerk of Walker’s head cracking back against the concrete, and finds himself doing it over and over until whatever noise the other soldier is making is slurred and weak, wrapped up in hoarse, bloodied breathing. 

tagging @sparklingbinjuice @the-ravening @unlikelymilliner (I don't even know if you two have been writing lately, but cmon down) @kahuna-burger @winterbonesthings and anyone else!

(if I posted six sentences it'd be six paragraphs so I approximated 😅)

[plantswithme]

i wonder how the kids asked bucky to hang off his arm, like i wonder if aj was the one who asked and then the other kids joined, or if sam encouraged aj to go ask bucky, maybe because aj was maybe too shy at first since he doesn’t know bucky that well, but he was still very curious.

the arm that bucky might always have seen as a weapon or something that should be feared— becoming something kids are curious about, something they have questions about, something they want to also interact with, such as touch it and hang off if it.

i wonder what went through bucky’s mind before the kids hanged off his arm, like when one of them maybe asked, what was his reaction?

and when they did start hanging off of it, i can just see him smiling and laughing.:’)

thanks for listening to my thoughts :)

[shoshiwrites]

7 from the February Nosebleed Club prompts for Jo/Egan🖤 - @lostloveletters

7. "pinky," Bucky Egan/war correspondent OC. @mercurygray or @basilone didn't know they were collaborating with me on this but they did:)

If she’s keeping count, this is the second time Bucky Egan has acquainted his fist with someone’s face on her behalf. 

That she knows of. If she’s keeping count.

Someone. William. Her William. Was. If he’s anyone’s William he’s not hers anymore, as he stumbles back, his fingers grasping at the worn, smooth wood of the bar. Rubbing his jaw as it makes a noise that curdles her stomach. He tries to hit back but he’s too stunned, too fuzzy from the beer, and Bucky just leans back and lets him miss.

His shoulders slope towards her like an aside, as he demonstrates with his hand. Behind them, the publican starts making noises, about the lack of respect, the threat of throwing them all out. It’s all true. She’s seized by a sudden flight in her feet, but he’s standing here next to her, and she doesn’t move. “See, just like I told you, gotta keep the thumb in like this-”

William runs his tongue over his teeth, his voice ragged and angry and different. “Jo.” 

She opens her mouth to speak — to say, she doesn’t know what — but all John does is stand between them, the threat of more should someone dare try, the blood rushing in her ears.

The woman William had been chatting up — the one in the blue dress — the one whose name she does or doesn’t know — is gone. 

And he leaves. Turns and leaves like a coward before she’s had the chance to throw the ring in his face. Not that she's one for that kind of display, but considering that her companion, tall enough that he has to watch his head for the beams, had just been moved to fisticuffs completely sober, well-

It all sounds different now, in her voice. Breaking, light. “John.”

“You alright, Captain?” he says, before he catches himself, realizes what she’s just called him. She’s not a captain tonight anyway, and maybe that’s one in her army of mistakes. Her trousers, her blouse, the medallion beneath the neckline. She wears it now instead of keeping it safe.

Is it raining outside? It smells like it will, or did, when she pushes through the door, the air thick and almost warm. He follows her out, the bike or two parked outside and a jeep. Around the side of the pub, a quiet path.

“Jo.”

What is she supposed to say? William doesn’t think she deserves to be here. William doesn’t think anything she writes is any better than anything any man with a byline could spit up. And she’d agreed to marry him. She’d thought that was ok. 

And John-

The day they’d come back from the scrapped mission, the one she’d been allowed to observe. Observe. A miracle she can hardly still believe, in more ways than one. Dumb luck, more like. It still sets her heart racing, if she thinks too hard about it. 

The ground beneath their feet again, and her knees knocking together and her ankles, the relief. The scarf damp against her collarbone. I knew you’d get up there, he’d said. You don’t let us tell you no. Mention how good I looked flying past you n’ Buck, alright?

Like it wasn’t a question. 

“Jo, tell me you don’t think he’s got the right to do that to you.” She’s frozen, like something could wind back what just happened. Her eyes fill with tears. He sees them, she knows he does. She’s still wearing the goddamn ring. She shakes her head, the smallest noise.

"What do you want, Jo, huh?” The question moves through his whole body, his arms, his hands. He means it, every word. You want me to find him and hurt him? I’ll do it. You want me to go kill a guy, I’ll go kill a guy. I do it all the time, it’s easy. “What do you want?" 

You.

It’s a shock in her chest, for the times she’s thought it before. Like a match lighting in a dark room.

Quieter now, his eyes trained on her. “What do you want?”

“You to kiss me.”

He stops. Only a second, trying to see her in the dark-dusk, against the trees and the tangled hedges, the last slivers of fading light. 

She’s looking up at him, watching him, before he stoops, so close that she can feel the curls against his forehead. A breath, that shaking pause, before he presses his lips against hers. Seeking her. He doesn’t taste like the beer he hasn’t drank, only toothpaste and the smell of aftershave, and warmth, and a little sweat. 

Her top lip in both of his, her hands at his jacket, her fists balled like she’ll drown.

“Easy there,” he says, the words dancing with a laugh, the complete absence of meaning it. She can’t help it, the stupid grin on her face, his hand cupping her jaw, his thumb on her cheek. The way he doesn’t stop kissing her.

The smallest stuttered noise in the back of his throat, the kind she feels in her hips. God-

“John-”

“Say that again.”

She whacks her palm lightly against his shoulder, pulls it back slow as his tongue catches at her front teeth. “Won’t push my luck on a Bucky, then-”

“Since when-” she says, and he wants to laugh again, how breathless she sounds. He’s here, he’s here, for how long, for how long- “Since when don’t you push your luck-”

He smiles against her mouth. The noise of people leaving the pub, or coming in. She straightens up, but he doesn’t pull all the way back. “If that’s all it took to get you to smile-" The back of his neck is warm under her hands, the short hair. He’s a little breathless too, the kind that stops her heart. “Am I better?”

Her lips press the soft spot against the side of his mouth, so firm she feels the gums beneath.  “What do you think, Major?”

He’s beaming, here in the dark. “I think I like it when you call me Major.”

“Do you, now?”

“Or John.” He presses his thumb against her chin, her bottom lip.

“Or Bucky.”

Soft against her ear, his voice. “Or Bucky.”

[turtle-steverogers]

i dont know how to explain this very well but instead of hearts pounding like most people around a new boyfriend, steve and bucky's heart rates drop to baseline whenever they get in eyeshot of each other because they are each other's comfort and most familiar thing and its like oh, he's here, so everything's gonna be okay now

Okay, I love this SO MUCH

And pair that with the thought that Steve and Bucky can hear heartbeats because of the serum-- and more than anything, they can recognize each other's. Could ever since the war. So whenever they see each other, the world around them seems to quiet a little, and there's a moment of peace as they zero in on each other. On the safety the other brings to them. A calm moment, matching the other's heartbeat with their own. Slow and strong and blessedly alive. Steady. And it's a reminder that despite everything, they're both here. Together. Safe.

[jamietarttsdaddyissues]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags

Tagged by @enolaholmes18 ! You already know who my first one is gonna be lol

1. Jamie Tartt, Ted Lasso

2. Bucky Barnes, Marvel

3. Dallas Winston, The Outsiders

4. Neal Caffrey, White Collar

5. Jess Mariano, Gilmore Girls

6. John Bender, The Breakfast Club

7. Dean Winchester, Supernatural

8. Blackbeard, Our Flag Means Death

9. Mickey Milkovich, Shameless

10. Tony DiNozzo, NCIS

I don’t have 10 people to tag off the top of my head but I’ll tag a few of my besties @sapphicwiles @theoriginalvelocipastor @scintillatingshortgirl19 and if anyone else wants to do it feel free to do so and tag me so I can see!! No pressure to the people I tagged to do this either if you’re not into it!

[sambambucky]

seven sentence sunday two weeks later aha

thanks for tagging me @livingincolorsagain!

a snippet from the 'full version' establishing shot draft:

“Yes mom, I’ll use protection.” Becca huffs a laugh in Bucky’s ear before she hangs up, leaving him with a with an amused looking Sam. “How is she?” Bucky shrugs, and just touches the back of Sam’s hand, not quite brave enough to take his hand. “Worried about me, I guess.” Sam’s gaze sinks down and away, a frown returning to the corner of his mouth. “Sam I want to be here, I need to see this through.”

tagging.. anyone! everyone!