#bucky new look

[burninblood]

Bucky with his new costume from the comics!

I wasn’t so sure about this look at first, but it’s growing on me, and I *love* the man bun, sorry not sorry.

[5ummit]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

[becca-e-barnes]

thinking about mating press with beefy!bucky. all that weight on top of you, knowing for certain he’s about to breed you?? ughhh

Oh God yes, the thought of this makes me fucking purr 🤤

Just the thought of his thick, slightly curved cock sliding as deep inside as you can take. The feeling of his tip rubbing against your cervix before he withdraws, pulling almost entirely out of you before he glides back in again.

"Good girl, 'm so proud of you. Cum nice and hard for me, I've got you. You're safe." He holds you so close, letting you sob your pleasure against his neck while he works you through another orgasm. It's tender and romantic and loving and you're beyond aware that this man makes you insanely wet.

Your thighs are still trembling as you come down from your high. Each thrust now feels like it's almost too much but with the way Bucky's groaning, he might not be able to keep it up for much longer.

"Fuck, you feel like Heaven. This pretty little pussy was made for me. Made to be mine." His thrusts are punishing but it's an addictive feeling. "I'm going to fill you. I'm not going to pull out. Going to give you a baby."

You're almost surprised how badly you want that but it's very hard to find the words to tell him; not when his thrusts are beginning to stutter and his high seems to get closer and closer.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into you." His hand holds your chin, making sure he can see your eyes. The evidence of pleasure written all over his face might've been enough to convince you that you could handle another orgasm but you'll still not quite sure that's a good idea.

Within a few more seconds, his cock is throbbing inside you, shooting stripes of hot, thick cum right against your cervix. He looks entirely content with his decision, pressing as deep as he can so you can feel him pulse and twitch.

There's not much you need to say to each other for a few seconds. Instead, it's nice to just listen to you both trying to catch your breath while your partner floods your waiting, fluttering sex with his cum.

[johnslittlespoon]

Thinking about the exquisite imagery of Bucky shaving his mustache, while in contrast Buck let’s his scruff grow in. I can see it so clearly: Bucky shaves the ‘stach when they’re in the POW camp as a result of losing a bet (it’s highly probable he lost of purpose because he wants to give the men an opportunity to laugh it up). But it totally goes sideways once it becomes clear how young he looks without it. Buck on the other hand is stressing over this new change enough to forget to shave for a few weeks straight. Is this brain rot due to me thinking about Callum’s look in the Green Room combined with Austin’s look in the Bikeriders? Yes. Please send help.

in case anyone needs a lovely visual! (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

okay, while i PERSONALLY am in love with bucky's stache and feel like shaving it even in fiction would be an absolute travesty, i see the vision and i agree, i could totally see something like that happening.

john does it as a joke/for a bet and figures that hey, they're all gonna be stuck in the camp for a while anyway, chances are it'll grow back by the time it really matters. no big deal, and it gets laughs in a place where those are increasingly rare, even if he has to suffer through relentless teasing about his baby face for a few weeks.

gale does not deal with it nearly as well, however; it throws off any routine he's built and it feels ridiculous because it's just facial hair but it's such a big change after the monotony of day–to–day behind the fence that it's enough to rattle his brain. and letting his own facial hair grow out probably isn't even a conscious choice, almost like a mindless way of falling back into sync with john as both of theirs grows back.

if buckbucky is an established thing in this verse, we all know damn well john would be obsessed with gale's scruff, rubbing his own cheek up against it like a cat, thirsting over it and ogling him 24/7.

and the way it feels against his thighs, stubble burn leaving the sensitive skin a pretty pink when gale's face is between his legs...

john would be devastated and pouty when it comes time for him to finally shave it, but gale would promise him "when we get out, i'll let it grow back for a bit, yeah?" and that would perk him right up. <3

[musette22]

Sebastian Stan talking about Bucky Barnes in CATFA

[shurisneakers]

ok and if i wrote harmless in a different font. so what

[bbyboybucket]

What if season 2 episode 2 spoilers below

I can’t stop thinking about how intentionally paralleled Bucky and Peter were. I can’t stop thinking about how Peter said “it’s not me, he has a way of getting in my head.” I can’t stop thinking about Howard pointing out that they’re the same, that they both have been manipulated and deserve a chance because they’re good. I can’t stop thinking about Bucky’s anger and resentment towards that idea, the way he said “there is no me”, the way he almost didn’t believe it at all until he saw Hank hug Peter and he realized he wants that too. The way he realized that if the child who’s destroyed whole worlds has good in him and can still be redeemed and loved and GO HOME, so can he.

[batcavescolony]

Death's in comics just don't do anything for me. Why would I be sad, they'll come back? Like what you're telling me a big character is done? Dead? Never coming back? Bffr give it a few months.

[wintercosmickillsx]

Bucky and Alpine

Thunderbolts 2023 #2

[twinsunstars]

based on rumors what do y’all mean bucky won’t be in the new captain america movie 😭

[burninblood]

But Nat... she made me remember what it was to feel human.

(lineart under the cut)

(hope you don’t mind me spamming with buckynat fanart again, but the Marvel’s Avengers news inspired me!)

[5ummit]

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[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

New kink unlocked; That smile. That damned smile.

[firstelevens]

#42, sambucky!

42. "Hollow in the Ferns" by Craig Armstrong, from Far from the Madding Crowd

The siren of a passing firetruck jolts Sam out of what definitely wasn’t a power nap behind his desk. He shakes his head and blinks a few times until his vision clears, waiting until he can focus on the title at the top of Kamala’s essay. It’s fully dark outside now, and the fluorescents feel particularly bright in contrast.

The last thing he can remember clearly is marking a mistake in her introduction, but the paper in his hands is almost fully graded, comments in the margins and proofreading marks dotted throughout. He’s probably graded hundreds of these essays over the past few years, but it’s still mildly concerning that he could get through one on autopilot and not remember a thing.

He puts Kamala’s paper on the graded stack, scrawling her score into his gradebook before he turns back to the ungraded essays. He could swear that the pile has actually gotten bigger since he started, but before he has time to think too hard about that, his classroom door swings open and he almost jumps out of his chair.

With a scowl, Sam turns to the doorway to find an entirely-too-entertained Bucky Barnes looking back at him.

“How’s that grading going, Sammy?” he drawls, and the only reason Sam hasn’t hucked a rubber band ball at him yet is that he’s carrying two coffee cups and one of them might be for Sam.

“It’s going fine,” says Sam, as breezily as he can. “But if you’re in here keeping me from my work, one of those drinks had better be mine.”

Bucky holds out the bigger cup, and Sam takes it with an automatic thank-you. It warms his hands as he takes the first sip, and then it takes nearly all his restraint not to spit it out.

“What is this?” he rasps, holding the cup away from him and wrinkling his nose at it.

“Mint tea,” says Bucky. “You don’t need any more caffeine in you, Sam; you’re twitching.”

A week ago, Sam might have received this gesture with a sheepish smile and butterflies in his stomach. Today, it feels a little like an act of war: this motherfucker walked in with decaf one hour before the deadline for end of quarter grades.

Sam’s gaze moves to the cup in Bucky’s hand–black coffee, medium roast, like always–and for half a second, he contemplates snatching it.

Like he can read Sam’s mind, Bucky clutches the cup a little closer to his chest, which has the side effect of drawing the eye to his regrettably impressive pecs, and- and Sam does not need this kind of distraction right now.

“Thanks for this, Buck,” he says, because his mother raised him to be polite. “I should probably get back to these essays, though, so-”

“You can take five minutes, Sam,” Bucky says, and pulls up a chair in front of Sam’s desk like he’s planning to stay a while. “The essays will wait.”

Sam opens his mouth to tell Bucky that no, they very much will not, but his jaw drops a little bit as he watches Bucky pull the stack of essays towards himself and pluck a red pen from the mug in front of him.

“I- what are you doing?” asks Sam, eyes wide.

“Grading papers,” says Bucky. He only glances up from the essay for a moment. “Drink your tea before it goes cold.”

“Bucky.”

“Sam.”

“Barnes, put the papers down.”

Bucky sighs, but sets the stack of essays on the desk and looks up at him. “Sam, there’s an hour until your deadline and there are like, fifty papers here. What are you going to do, grade an essay a minute?”

Sam scrubs a hand down his face. He’s bone tired, running on caffeine and fumes, and he’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of him silently raging over the fact that all the teachers who pulled him away from his grading and planning periods are nowhere to be found when he needs help.

“Don’t you have your own grades to turn in?” he asks.

“I copped out and gave them a multiple choice test for this unit.” Bucky shrugs. “Took all of half an hour to grade. So can I help or not?”

“How do I know your grading will be up to my standards?” asks Sam, but he’s fighting the beginnings of a smile as he says it. “Have you even read the book?”

“Junior year, Industrial England in the Literary Imagination. We did Oliver Twist, too, but I’m pretty sure I just watched the movie for that one,” Bucky says, grinning. “And don’t pretend you don’t have a ridiculously detailed rubric tailored to this exact assignment; I don’t think I could mess it up if I tried.”

Sam takes a moment to wonder whether he’s really become that predictable, then hands over some blank rubrics. “No editorializing in the margins,” he says, “and highlight at least one area of strength in every paper, even if it’s got a failing grade.”

“Yes, sir,” says Bucky, saluting him with the pen, and if Sam spends the rest of the hour stealing glances at him between grading essays, that’s nobody’s business but his own.

[hughiesfavmommy]

looking for mutuals

hey hi hello, i deleted my old account, im not new to tumblr!!! i also have a dark academia account.

i'll be posting fanfics, mostly nsfw, on here just like i did on my previous account. this page is 18+, youve been warned, proceed with caution and turn away if its not your cup of tea.

what i'll post about: the boys, hp, pedro pascal, bucky barnes / sebastian stan, marauders, and many more. honestly im not planning to set any boundaries on who and what i write about on here so once i open my asks, feel free to send requests about anyone lmao.

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