#Bucky Barnes

[aspiring-spellcaster]

Do you know how fucked up your team has to be for Bucky Barnes to be the most stable member

[stealingpotatoes]

making bucky a politician is one of the most insane choices the MCU has ever made but you know what. sure. i'm here for it

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[absencecfpresence]

this is what happened right

[redundantz]

Problematic found family

[hurtspideyparker]

YES the Thunderbolts have a fantastic team as family dynamic, yes they are living in Avengers tower, yes history is repeating itself and 2012 tower fics are so back. BUT!

instead of "Alexei eating poptarts" or "Yelena in the vents", we must come up with new headcanons and make history

Bob always does normal domestic chores, often getting in the way of important missions and spy business. "All I'm saying is Bucky is our best sniper" "It would be a much quieter assassination if I just slipped into the condo and cut his—" "Hey sorry guys, anyone have laundry? I'm doing a load"

Yelena and her guinea pig always eat meals together at the dining table. Everyone has their Chinese food or barbeque, meanwhile the rodent is loudly munching on a salad right beside them

Bucky is the mom and always keeps them on track. "Ava you have a dentist appointment in the morning, and bring Bob so they can add him to the insurance. Lena how was therapy? Alexei, I said no vodka until dinner"

Alexei is always coming up with new promotional ideas for the team. Cartoon tv show, cereal, toothpaste flavour...every day he thinks he's come up with the next big thing. Whenever they actually get put into production (Wheaties) he collects and saves it, and won't let anyone use a different product. (He threw out Yelena's frosted flakes and it took both Bucky and John to get her to stop attacking him)

Ava likes to phase and sneak attack her teammates at random. She claims it's for training but really she just thinks it's funny hearing them scream

John gets blamed for everything, even if it isn't his fault. Especially if it isn't his fault: "who ate the last bagel?" "John." "Where's my hair straightener?" "John had it." "Whose turn is it to unload the dishwasher?" "Johnnnn"

[almendriww]

I loved Thunderbolts*, that moment when you have to defeat god with a knife and a gun

[chaoticfvckingdisaster]

Hi is this anything

[dollbloom]

Finding out that Captain America 3 was originally meant to be a direct sequel the The Winter Soldier and would’ve focused on Steve and Sam’s search for Bucky, with a focus on Steve and Bucky’s relationship, but was scrapped for Civil War because DC released Batman vs Superman has actually ruined my day. Probably my week.

I’m so upset right now, what the hell.

[t-dubber]

[ THUNDERBOLTS* Movie Night | Art + HC ]

- John Walker was going to watch a movie by himself

- The others trickled in one by one

- everyone winds up falling asleep on one another by accident (mostly, except for Bob and Alexei— they came prepared)

- Bucky’s comfortable enough with these losers to leave his arm off and snuggle with Alpine

- yes this takes place in the old Avengers common room

[mo-mode]

GUYS I FIGURED IT OUT

Clint in the vents and that’s his whole personality because he wasn’t fleshed out in the movies → Ava in the walls and that’s her whole personality because she wasn’t fleshed out in the movies

Thor eating poptarts and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief → Alexei eating Wheaties and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief

Natasha pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because fanon decided she’s just silly like that → Yelena pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because canon decided she’s just silly like that

Bruce being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a bad day → Bob being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a sad day

Steve being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the LAST person on board with this → Bucky being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the last person on board with this

Tony being a big-mouthed asshole that’s secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapons manufacturer → John being a big-mouthed asshole that’s secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapon himself

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

MORNING WOOD. 18+

bucky barnes x fem!reader

wc. 1.3k synopsis. literally what the title says. bucky has a morning chub on, you help take care of it, he returns the favour. bish bash bosh, bob's your uncle warnings. 18+ only. mutual masturbation, teasing/ edging, little bit of piv but neither of you last long (got that magic kitty) creampie, cockwarming, general filth. mdni

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There's not much that can beat a slow Sunday morning in bed: to lay peacefully under the sheets, the birds chirping just outside the window. It’s the kind of thing you look forward to all week.

You've not long been awake, your eyes only just beginning to adjust to the spring sun through the curtains. You roll over, turning to face Bucky on your right who isn’t quite as awake as you — still set in slumber, head propped up on a bent vibranium arm behind his head. He looks so calm, ever so gentle. 

Your eyes close to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, the slow inhalations and exhalations acting as white noise, almost easing you back to sleep. But you hear a particularly heavy intake of air beside you and your eyes fling open. Bucky’s head tilts to face you, eyes seeming to find yours almost immediately. 

“Morning,” you smile at him, arm reaching to drape around his sternum.

He leans closer to you and presses a kiss just beside your nose, the awkward angle intercepting any chance of getting to your lips. 

“Mornin’,” he repeats, voice thick and sleepy. 

You prop your head on the edge of his chest, keeping it there for a moment as a means to simply keep close. You peer towards the window briefly, spotting something –perhaps a bird– fly past, and when you glance away, you take notice of something else. A tenting in the bed’s sheets just below your lover’s middle. Your attention captivated, maybe even more so than any kind of bird.

You slowly drag your hand down his stomach, your pinky finger leading the way along his happy trail and towards his pubic bone. His breathing grows heavier, deeper, just beside your ear — the featherlight touches seeming to catch up with him.

He props his head higher by scrunching the pillow, using it as elevation to watch what’s going on between his legs more clearly. His gaze growing all the more entranced by the creeping of your hand under the sheets, focus locked quite like a cat with a laser pointer.

You press a kiss to the scar band near his armpit, peering up just moments after. “Want me to take care of it?”

The corners of his lips turn downwards as he smiles, an amused small chuckle following suit. “Your hands are softer than mine,” he entices, pretending to give the matter a second thought.

Your fingers drag through his pubes briefly, the faint twirling motion only a means to work him up that bit more. As you reach for his cock, you lift your head and reposition your arm from underneath you, resting your cheek on your fist. You keep your attention cast on Bucky, watching the visual response on his face as your nail drags up the underside of his shaft. 

Raising your hand, you hover it atop his cock, singular fingertip beginning its faint swirling over the head — drawing a messy figure of eight through his precum. You press a light kiss to his lower cheek, just beside his lips, the act of affection a silent direction; wordlessly getting him to face you. 

He turns to you and you lean in, lips ghosting his as if your goal was to torment him that much more. You initiate kisses, though you never follow through with them — each brushing of your lips on his being only that. Just breathy half whines as your mouths merely meet.

He throws his head back frustratedly, not seeming to be enjoying your games at this current moment in time. And you can’t help but find amusement in his annoyance, taking pleasure like the way he often does with you when he’s the instigator of such games. 

The hand on his dick is faint, like it’s barely there, languidly pumping his cock as if time were no such issue. The motion of your hand being seen rather clearly though the sporadic bobbing of the bed sheets. 

And with your attention caught on the lewd view below, Bucky becomes eager to reinstigate kisses — the fleshed hand at his side moving to cup your face. Thumb and index squishing into the hollows of your cheeks as he turns you to look at him, taking matters into his own hands. Quite literally. He pulls your face in towards his, kissing you slow and deep. A complete juxtaposition to those dozen half ones before. 

It serves as a distraction to your teasing and tormenting, and you each grow more entranced in it. His hand that’s clasped to your face begins its mindless wandering, trailing leisurely down the dips and dents of your nude side. Touches continuing over your hip and across your thigh, slowly sliding inward and to what's between.

You muffle something indecipherable into his mouth, and you yourself were not overly certain about what was said. Maybe a concoction of a curse and a moan, you weren’t sure. But whatever it was, it seemed to egg him on. 

While you continue your gentle pumping of his cock in your hand, he makes an effort to reciprocate some of the pleasure. He trails upwards through your slick folds, starting at your entrance going up — the obstructed angle becoming somewhat of a hindrance. And so you lift your leg slightly, mind still just about capable of thought despite the tizzy feeling within it. The new position allowing more of him to get to more of you.

He begins to mirror the motions on you that he is receiving from you, lazy half-hearted strokes and drags of his fingers over your pussy — mirroring the teasing on you. As if he was subtly using it as time to get his own back, purposely avoiding the places you want like you did him. 

“Come on,” you muffle into his mouth. The rather pathetic sound an audible indication of how bothered you’re growing, his delicate touches making you all the more frustrated. 

He parts from the kiss and simultaneously retracts his hand from between your thighs, though his lips remain close as he speaks. “Not so nice, is it?” 

“No,” you murmur, feeling disheartened by being left hanging off the edge of that metaphorical cliff. 

And when you itch forward to rekindle the lusty makeout, he pulls back, head shaking softly — almost like a playful mocking. So you too pause, snatching your hand from around his cock, allowing him to also dangle on the brink. Similar dissatisfactory groans following promptly.

The arm supporting your head grows weak, becoming practically limp and you resume your prior laid position. And like you anticipated, Bucky moves to hover atop you, the heavy –prominent– weight of his cock briefly resting along the crease where your cunt meets thigh. 

He anchors himself on one hand beside you, the other reaching between to guide himself to your pussy. Giving his dick one last preparatory pump, he eases it into you. The reminder that these antics were to be cut short lingered in either of your minds, the pair of you mere moments from letting go. 

Bucky’s eyes momentarily flicker across your bare breasts below, attention somewhat occupied before he finally meets your eyes. You hold onto the visual contact as he feeds his cock into you — each of you watching the lusty expressions form within each other. 

Though neither of you can last long –one and a half thrusts exactly– before he’s spilling into your jittering cunt. Your climaxes following within seconds of each other. 

All strength in his neck is lost and he presses his forehead against yours, each of you using the pause to even out your breathing. His cock comfortably rests inside you, the only form of communication between you being that of looks — wordlessly conversing through your eyes. Silently telling the other that the small dose was not enough to thoroughly satiate the need. 

Luckily, both of your schedules are free for the day.

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[absencecfpresence]

welcome back 2014 marvel tumblr

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Just realized that Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan has been in every single Marvel phase…love that for him

[untangling-my-headphones]

this is how I see their current relationship dynamic

[iheartsebstan]