#crush on Bucky

[temeyes]

What's the TF 141 Halloween costumes?

omg this was kinda late but here's what they wore!!

hc'ed that Soap is like, a closet cosplayer, Gaz wouldn't go all out, Price would go for beard representation, and obv Ghost is the mf that puts all his salary to his halloween costumes LMAO

[adrinktostopyourthirst]

Hii dear, how do you think Bucky would react to reader asking him to touch himself while she watches?

I am so sorry, this took way too long, but inspiration hit me and I think you might like it, so here ya go! Let me know what you think.

“Absolutely not.”

Zero room for negotiation. Exactly what you expected when you planned to ask Bucky to try something new. And exactly the challenge that you were looking for, because heat has already started to compress low in your belly at the idea of getting him to cave now.

Not that Bucky comes up short in the bedroom – not at all. But he isn’t the most flexible when it comes to trying new things, even if you are certain that there is a part of Bucky that revels in sexual exploration. After all, with his strong physique and heavy training, in combination with his dark mentality, he has so much potential to take it …far in the bedroom. And the burden falls on you to prod and poke until he allows himself to indulge in all his heart desires – for you to eventually indulge in him.

“Why not?” you plead at him.

He arches a brow at you and continues making the bed with you, arms flexing as he works. “Because why would I masturbate in front of you when I can fuck you?”

Jeez, he truly is a caveman sometimes…

“Because it’s hot, Bucky. I want to watch you torture yourself,” you tell him like it’s the most obvious thing on the planet and this time Bucky pauses before giving you a compressed smile. Maybe torture wasn’t the best word…

“You think it’s hot, because you think masturbating is torture for me?” he asks and you study him, wary all of sudden, since you have a feeling he is about to prove you wrong.

“Buck–”

“No,” he interrupts you, giving the duvet one last shake as he finishes making the bed and turns to you fully. “You want me to fuck my fist while you watch? Fine. You will watch...” A long pause. “ – and only watch.”

…

This is torture.

“Bucky,” you plead, breathless from less than nothing, “come on, stop teasing.”

He answers with only a smirk and the flex of his hand around his base, dragging it up and pressing more blood to the throbbing head of his cock. You would think him teasing himself would destroy him, but apparently the sight of you is enough to edge himself endlessly.

You buck your hips up and shimmy down on the mattress, tugging at the restraints that keep your wrists tied to the headboard. This position is even less comfortable, but you barely notice over the pleading ache between your hips. He just looks so fucking good pleasing himself. Your breath hitches when you feel your own arousal drip down between your ass and you quickly press your thighs together in embarrassment.

But Bucky’s eyes darken and his stare turns into that of warning. Standing at the edge of the bed, one knee pressed into the mattress and his dark-blue jeans popped open to let his cock bob against his rough abdomen, you swallow a whine at the sight of him.

“Legs open, sweetheart,” he reminds you and you instantly snap them open with the feeble hope that he will allow you to have him sooner. He watches your naked chest rise and fall with frustrated breaths, your hands turning and twisting against the restraints.

Utterly naked and tied up before him as he strokes and strokes and strokes himself until you’re drooling, you feel helpless before him. It’s pathetic how this is the thing that can bring you to a whining and whimpering state. And he hasn’t even touched you. Your skin was already on fire when he stroked his knuckles down your arms after tying you up. All he has done is throw more gas onto it.

His eyes drag down your body to watch your cunt, and it pulsates in answer to his stare, making him chuckle under his breath. Your toes curl into the sheets and you close your eyes to take a controlled breath, desperately grappling for something of power. But you have noticed something.

You were wondering why you were eyeing him so expectantly at the beginning, waiting for something, only to find out you were waiting for sounds. For him to groan, or whimper, or– Fuck it, you would take the sound of a hitched breath. But barely anything made it past his lips and you realise with pride burning in your chest like a thousand suns, he only loses control like that when it’s you touching him.

He’s too stubborn to make sounds otherwise, crack his pride to show you how much you affect him. But you’ve seen him lose his restraint. You’ve seen him gasp with that first heavenly thrust, felt his fist tighten in your hair and heard the filthiest moan known to man against the shell of your ear.

So all you have to do is remind him. You open your eyes.

“Let me lick it,” you tell him and Bucky freezes, his eyes hardening on yours.

“What,” he snaps, teeth gritting.

“Let me taste you,” you continue. “Come on, I can see you want to come, Bucky. Come in my mouth.”

You can see his brain working over hours and you bite back the smug smirk that wants to break through when you see his cock throb and his fist tighten over it. His eyes flash and he crawls onto the bed, shedding his jeans and boxers as he crawls over. It is all you can do not to arch your entire body towards him, the anticipation dripping down into the sheets from between your legs.

“You want to have a taste?” he nearly whispers and crawls between your legs, his lips hovering over yours. And you would wrap your ankles around him and trap him, or tilt your chin and kiss the breath from him, if it wouldn’t put you back to square one of begging for your man.

You nod. Barely.

“Close your eyes,” he commands and you do so instantly. “Open your mouth.” You do.

You wait for the warm, salty taste of him, your breath quickening when you feel the proximity of Bucky and nothing more. It feels like hours that you lay there, waiting for something – anything – from him.

And just when you’re about to protest and tell him to hurry the fuck up, the breath gets knocked out of you and you arch up to the ceiling with his cock buried so deep into your cunt you lose each and every thought. The long, raspy, filthy moan that follows at that feeling gets swallowed by Bucky’s greedy mouth and he groans in response, like a breath he has been holding for over an hour.

“That was torture,” he mumbles against your lips, his resolve clearly faltering. “Watching your drip for me, beg for me, right in front of my nose. Nothing compares to you.”

You sigh at his words and tug at the restraints when he pulls out. Opening your mouth to protest, another sounds garbles out when he pushes in to the very hilt again and every wall of yours hugs him into you further. Fuck, he’s in deep. Slow, steady, with a sharp push at the end that makes your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. He presses kiss after kiss after kiss to your swollen lips and he whispers and mumbles things to you that you can barely make out as he starts thrusting in and out of you. Some things are in Russian or Bulgarian or–

Fuck, his voice. “I want to feel your legs around me. Want your fingers in my hair,” he grunts and you can barely make sense of his rambling. “Want to feel you squeeze me and I want to taste you,” he lets out a starved groan, “God, I want to fucking taste you.”

In a second, he has pulled out of you, pulled away from you and crawls between your legs. His strong arms and hands manhandle your legs tightly around his head and you don’t get time to squawk in surprise before his whole mouth engulfs your throbbing pussy and you melt into the sheets until you yourself are nothing but silk and softness.

“Oh, Bucky,” you whine and he hums against you in delight, one wide hand spreading over your belly and squeezing as he eats you up.

He licks and nibbles and sucks and devours you whole. And when his tongue pushes into your hole slowly, you writhe against him and hiccup for breaths. Nothing is enough, everything is too much. You don’t know what you want from him, you don’t know what you are or want to become. You only know Bucky is the way to get it. To get relief and extasy and pleasure and warmth and Jesus Christ, this man will kill you.

“I counted,” he mumbles against you. “You watched me fuck my fist for ten minutes.” You gasp for breath as his nose circles against your clit and he inhales deeply. “So I get to make you come at least ten times.”

Oh no, oh no, oh no–  “Holy fucking shit!”

“One.”

[jadehuntressqueen]

True Care

Masterlist

 “I can’t.”

 You whispered the words, afraid of the reaction to them. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to, you just weren’t ready. The idea was too daunting.

 Just as quietly his hushed voice asked, “Why not?”

 “I’m not ready.”

 “So it’s not a no.” His soft eyes caught your gaze for a brief moment. Within that second you saw a glimmer of hope flash through his eyes.

 You glanced down, “It’s not a no.” You let the unsaid words hang in the air. The words that it could be a yes, in time. That you weren’t unwilling just not ready.

 “Then I’ll wait.” He stepped back.

 You looked up, expecting resolution. What you saw on his face was a patient acceptance. Your eyes misted at the implications. He was willing to wait for you to be ready. For you to realize what you wanted and what you needed.

 “Why?” He should be heartbroken, he should be disappointed, he should-

 “Because I care about you,” gentle hands rested on your shoulders, encouraging you to look him in the eye, “and that is enough reason for me to wait if all you need is a bit more time.” He smiled softly, “Besides, I can’t say I truly care if something so small were to destroy that. Don’t rush yourself,” he placed a feather light kiss on your brow and pulled back. “I’ll be here when you’re ready, whatever you decide.”

 “Thank you,” the words floated away on the wind, too quiet to hear but he knew. He knew and he would wait, because he cared.

[bubbarnes]

“I don't know how to gift wrap”.

[allofthebeanz]

1930s Brooklyn: Steve has a habit of flopping into Bucky's lap wherever-whenever. Sometimes Buck gets a pointy elbow in the ribs, but he'll just grumble something and adjust accordingly until they're both comfortable.

Skip to 1940s France. Bucky's sitting around the campfire contemplating the Howlies' next move when Steve '240lb tank of solid fucking muscle' Rogers drops on top of him

[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

[fleursfairies]

was watching endgame and at tonys funeral wanda and bucky were standing together thats so funny actually

"he basically killed my parents so im gonna stand next to the guy who killed his parents" 💀💀💀

idk its just funny to me

[4kbomb]

[livstarlight]

Headcanon that once relations between Wakanda and Talokan are less strained and Namor's presence at alliance meetings or generally at court has become an habit, he starts noticing this random dude named Bucky who apparently he's a super human a century's old who just keeps showing up announced to visit and hang out and that everyone is usually glad to see, most of all Shuri, and Namor is so annoyed because they seem too friendly with each other and he starts being super creative in his mind about the many ways he could make his death look like an accident because he saw him once make Shuri laugh and that was the end of any sort of attempts of diplomacy for him

Bonus points if Bucky has no clue about what is going on and no energy to investigate, thinks Namor he's not that much weirder than the people he has to deal with every day of his life, except he is occasionally creeped out whenever he catches him glaring daggers at him especially when he is around Shuri maybe he should ask her what's the deal with h... oh

Double bonus points if everyone realized what is actually going on but no one moves a finger to interfere or correct him because Namor might be an ally but fucking with him is as good as an opportunity as it gets (also there is a bet going around on how long will it take him to finally snap and attempting to drown Bucky for merely even breathing in Shuri's direction, bet that Namora and Attuma joined in at some point)

Triple bonus points and kiss on the forehead if Shuri knows exactly what is happening but does nothing to stop this actually relishes in it because that smug bastard deserves a lesson from time to time he has had it too easy for more than 500 years and she is gonna make him work for it this time

[world-of-aus]

Masterpost - Love & Barbells

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Misunderstandings, Happy Endings. (Chapters will be labeled as released)

Series Summary: He had not only caught your attention but your heart from across the gym.

Love & Barbells I - It’s not the way his muscles contract to the movements he produces, but the way the lifting belt supports his squat, the extra build there flowing over and around the belt that really draws your attention.

Love & Barbells II - You hear him before you see him, “Jesus sweetheart, you trying to kill yourself over here,” he chuckles, hands coming beneath the bar, aiding but not completely pulling the weight off you.

Love & Barbells III - “Hope you’re prepared y/n,” Steve says as he unracks the weight this is what it's like all the time.” As you looked over the group, your eyes falling on Bucky last as he kicked off the leg press you find that you didn’t mind, you didn’t mind at all. 

Love & Barbells IIII -  There’s a bright smile on his face, white cut tank molded to his body, grey sweats leaving very little to the imagination as he leans over the bar of the bench press, flirty smile on his lips. Your eyes flit down to the cause of that smile, a fit redhead who has her fingers wrapped around the bar, her smile is grasped between her teeth as she looks up at him.

Love & Barbells V - Were you ready to go back and hit the iron, were you ready to go back and see him?

[buckysforeverprincess]

MAN CRUSH MONDAY!!!! Bucky killin’ it for your day!!!!

[fannyspammy]

I’ve come to the conclusion based on my fictional crushes that my type typically narrows down to 3 categories:

1. pretty asshole who needs fixing

2. pretty misunderstood bad boy who needs a hug (but also needs fixing)

OR

3. gorgeous idiot who’s also powerful and useful but mostly just a gorgeous idiot

[kafka-ohdear]

i need someone to stop me before i open my computer and do the "do you think we're together in every universe?" with clegan.

[harmonity-vibes]

[ohworm9000]

Just scrollin thru stucky fics, as i do, and one of them was like “noo i musnt show u my full super soldier serum’d-up strength bc i will crUSH U :’// ” and it’s like bro have u considered that that is a DREAM to be CRUSHED by a big ol beef.

Not even to kill me, just like the general thought and feel of being crunched up under a human hydraulic press. Be fr, gimme that, Soldier!!!!

[ratzzzzx]

the prom chapter of a crush on kate bishop is out now! here is their outfits :)