#and these are my bottoms bucky

[kayvsworld]

i know sebastian probably doesn't want his face covered for a whole movie but like if they ARE doing winter soldier stuff they SHOULD have him wear a cute little face covering thing ONCE. for ME

[melon-official]

wh plane sketches

[lefthandarm-man]

Bucky Barnes // The Winter Soldier Captain America: Civil War (2016)

the way he looks at steve (part 1, part 2, part 3)

(steve vers.)

[thwackk]

REAAAGHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[bastianfruit]

Posting all of my unfinished/never-posted Sam Wilson sketches so that the tag isn’t full of discourse right now

[digital-nocturne]

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

I only wrote three for each, I apologize for the poor writing or grammar I'm trying my best to improve my writing skills! If you enjoyed feel free to leave requests and i will get to them if i can!

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

He loves to bake, Steve will make small cookie tins to send out to loved ones during the holiday season. And practically has to fight Bucky off from eating them all before he can separate them into their containers.

Steve created homemade ornaments, weather salt dough or fabric he puts his creative talents to use. He uses photos of him and bucky over the years to put into the ornament frames he creates.

During Christmas eve he spends the night cuddling with Bucky on the couch. Watching Christmas movies while Bucky holds him, pressing kisses along Bucky's stubbled jaw as they drift off into sleep.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

Bucky runs cold mostly, but in the winter it feels amplified. So he tends to use Steve as his own personal heater, cuddling up behind him while the blonde is baking. Running his cold hands up his shirt, warming his cool hands on staves belly, and sometimes on his pecs.

He likes the decoration but mistletoe is his favorite, he tends to move the decoration around the house stealing kisses whenever he can.

Bucky goes all off on gifts, he doesn't mean to but he can't help it. He gets gifts for the Stark family and all the members of the Wilson family, while Steve tends to worry and get one large gift, bucky gets many little gifts. Overflowing stockings and piling boxes under the tree.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

They also fuck hardcore on Christmas day, because bucky definitely gets Steve something lacey and pretty as a Christmas gift, I think bucky loves the rare occasion he can convince Steve to get dolled up for him.

please feel free to request headcanon lists or fics! I love anyone x Steve

And if you’d like an 18+ holiday sticky fic I have one here :)

[denebolablack]

Sooo, I have this HC that Tony needs to be using his hands with something while watching series, a movie, or simply listening to someone. Otherwise, he won't be able to concentrate, and he will end up biting his nails, scratching some part of his body, or biting his lips.

Well, his Brooklyn's boys found out about it very quickly. And ever since then, they make sure Tony always has some object to "play" with if he needs to.

*On a meeting*

Fury: Why is Stark dismantling a gun in the middle of our meeting?

Bucky: *With his arm around Tony's weist* Because I asked him to.

Fury: I won't even ask why. Just don't shoot anyone in this room.

Tony: If I wanted to, I would've done it long ago.

Fury: ...

Bucky: *Smug smile* He's not wrong.

*While watching a movie*

Tony: *Scratching his fingers anxiously*

Steve: *Put a notebook and a pencil on the genius's hands* Why don't you try drawing a plan of the house of the movie, sugar?

Tony: *Stops moving* That's a great idea! Why didn't I think about it sooner? *Starts drawing while mumbling to himself*

Steve: *Smiles and kisses the genius' forehead*

[irontinystar]

asking for a friend who happens to be a fanfic writer . when reading sambucky smut which one do you prefer?

[topbuckyandbottomsteve]

My friends got my gifts (((((ી(･◡･)ʃ))))) mailed straight to them from the kiln so I didn't get to see those little fellas and these are my friends' pictures (and one is from the kiln's staff

It's my first time painting porcelain I think it turned out alright (*^▽^*) one spoon broke during the delivery tho 😭

[hainethehero]

It doesn't matter who.

Tony, Bruce, Clint, Bucky...

They all have a soft spot for their sweet boy Steve.

For one of my bottom!Steve fics that I haven't updated in a while...

[jamesbukkakebarnes]

part 1 of 2 of my merbucky art for this year 💫

i was gonna write a whole au idea here but my brain is literally empty shdhsjdkd so idk, maybe they're reuniting after being apart for some time 😭

^ in blue bc why not 💙🩵💙

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

If The Winter Soldier was in Task force 141 — Headcannons

(Aka: can somebody teach these dramatic bitches some communication skills)

Be warned, this has a lot more words than I was aiming for (around ~739). Feel free to send me an ask if you want me to expand on certain scenarios, or send a prompt with these two and I might make a oneshot/drabble!

Contains a brief mention of SoapGhost. This version of Bucky is post Endgame. SFW.

♡ Headcannons below the cut ♡

Nicky Fury, the therapist— and most importantly, the government— come to an agreement with the former Winter Soldier: with the Avengers fizzled out, the world needs heroes now more than ever. And so, finding an excuse to use Bucky's highly trained skills, they stick him in with Task 141, hoping the structure and team bonding will help aid his fractured mind, and hopefully dampen his grief in the process.

Ghost isn't keen on a new recruit. He doesn't like extra men to babysit, and he especially doesn't like being unsure of the rookie's capabilities. It doesn't take long for a silent feud to form between him and the newbie, who refers to himself as "Winter" for a call sign or just "Bucky" if he favors you.

Bucky, on the other hand, admires the leadership and protectiveness Ghost shows to his team. But despite that, he's just as cautious of his abilities— and more specifically: where his trust lies, between Bucky, who hasn't entirely yet merged himself with the team, and between the rest of 141, who share a rich history with the Sergeant.

In the first couple missions, Bucky finds himself frustrated with Ghost's orders. He's held the Sergeant title too, once— Hell, climbing the ranks practically required acting on command without any question. That is, until he was able to make his own decisions again. But Bucky had become accustomed to leading himself, or often following behind Steve (who knew more than anybody that telling him what to do didn't guarantee anything), not to mention the mess of Hydra and everything he did to detach himself from that life— So, he struggles with Ghost's authority, and begins to learn very quickly that challenging the non-red, skull-faced fucker is a bad idea.

On one particular morning, just a few days after their last big mission, Bucky wakes up with no arm. Fortunately for him, it's a familiar feeling of emptiness on one side. He later finds it on a shelf in the common room, displayed like a mantelpiece alongside various weapons, with a little skull etched into the bicep with black grease paint. The worst part? Ghost is the first person to sneak past him in decades. Dramatic motherfucker.

After that, Bucky finds a balance of respect and displeasure for Ghost, and works alongside him in unison. The rest of the team doesn't question his sudden change in attitude: some of them, too, had to get over that barrier, after all.

They bond over a share of books. Bucky spent a lot of his downtime before and after the army reading, and likewise with Ghost. Bucky owned a first edition of The Hobbit before he became a pawn for the Soviets, and Ghost is secretly jealous of it, having lost himself in fictional stories all the time growing up.

They also bond over their shared magnet for idiots. Specifically, idiot teammates with a tendency for causing trouble. Bucky ribs him for not making any moves on Soap, whereas Ghost defends himself with a quiet grunt and often changes the subject to something else.

The biggest thing they oppose on, however, is the subject of masks. Ghost is never seen without his, but Bucky almost never has it on unless they're on a mission, and even then, he occasionally opts out, mostly to blend in when necessary (and to help keep his memories at bay, not that he'd ever say it).

Typically, their favorite past time is sparring. Bucky has never found a non-human that can almost match him strength for strength, and Ghost likes knowing he can throw his all at Bucky without having to worry about the damage it could cause. It's the best training for the both of them; allowing their energy to drain, their skills to improve, and their banter to escalate until one of them is on top of the other, holding them down until a forfeit is called.

More than once, Bucky has been the one on the ground with his arms pinned. He claims he only admitted defeat to, "boost Ghost's ego so the miserable bastard can smile for once," but they both know it's not quite the truth.

They work as a good team and even better rivals. And though Bucky would never admit it out loud, after everything he's lost, he enjoys having an equal again. And Ghost, well... Ghost wouldn't mind keeping him around for a while, that's for sure.

That's all I've got for now! I have a NSFW headcannons draft for these two soldiers' x reader. Lemme know if that's something I should post ;D

[fandomfluffandfuck]

"S-say it again?" Steve pants, too desperate and on edge as his hips jerk forward uncontrollably. Thrusting in and pulling back sharply, quickly, and shallowly, unable to take it. Too much. So much.

Feelssogood.

Steve's ears burn with the tight, wet sounds that Bucky's cunt makes around his achy, hard cock. It's already pornographic but then the wet, slick noises have to be underscored embarrassingly by the obscene, sharp collision of their naked bodies hitting together--his pelvis pressed flush to Bucky's thick ass. Smack.Smack.Smack.

Oh, God, he can't help it. Fucking forward. Short and desperate thrusts. He can't help it. A whine trips and falls out of his buzzing mouth, kiss-swollen, red, and glistening. The phantom sensation of Bucky's teeth is still imprinted on his flesh, biting his fat lower lip just enough to hurt, forcing his mind to clear so he can listen to the growled instructions Bucky gives him on how he wants to be fucked. Saying the words right into his mouth, making him swallow them, hot and heavy in his belly.

For now, Steve swallows a whimper, the sensation of fucking is too much but he can't stop. He can't stop. He's sensitive but it's too much. Not enough! He, he...

He can't formulate a single fucking thought, he's so caught up in his throbbing, coiled-tight body.

Meanwhile, Bucky sighs pleasantly, content to keep the torture going and ensuring it will by squeezing his thick, strong thighs firmly around Steve's little waist. Holding him between his legs, heaven, like he wants to bruise him, mark him, hold him there, and make him lose his mind inside his molten body, carving deep into him. He knows exactly what he does to Steve and it isn't fucking fair. Steve keens. How is he supposed to function? How is he supposed to not go stupid?

When Bucky doesn't do anything else but grip him with his fucking thighs--Jesus, his thighs--Steve wilts, subcumbing to the crackling, spitting fire inside him, melting his muscles, leaving him weak and trembling as if he's feverish. He is. He's burning up. His head hangs lower, and his lips drag over the side of Bucky's throat, nosing his jaw, his breath humid and thick as he repeats himself, "sssay it again?" Steve begs. His voice is more whine than anything else.

He doesn't mean to be so pathetic, whining, nosing, and humping Bucky like a dumb puppy getting his dick wet for the first time, but he doesn't know what else to do. He needs it! He needs to hear it. It's all he wants. He wants it more than he wants his orgasm at this point. It is an orgasm, that in of itself.

If Bucky would just say it!

He wants it. He wants it so bad he can taste it.

It's not fair--he's drowning in the taste, but he can't indulge. The inferno inside his has reached a fever pitch again and again before Bucky's gotten control over it, suffocating the flames, cooling the heat just enough. Stopping him right on the cusp. Leaving him sweating and shaking but never losing it fully. Catching him just before his eyes roll back into his head--right before release. Now, poor Steve's hypersensitive and ever-burning. So molten that he's gone beyond red-hot to pure white.

Pure heat.

Steve fucks another little sound out of himself, grinding into Bucky's cunt too deep. He's flushed pink and needy all the way to his curling, cramping toes. It aches.

Yet, his hips buck again, jostling Bucky good, his cock battering his prostate like he likes, sending pulsing, electric pleasure through him. Bucky gets pleasure. Bucky gets to cum. Bucky tells him what do to, he orders him around, he owns his dick.

"Pleeeeease!" Steve whines, especially pathetic.

Finally fucking pathetic enough, desperate enough, tears in his eyes, a sob at the back of his throat that Bucky does as he asks. Just this once. But first...

Steve keens when he's blinded, assaulted, by the electric, sparkling sensation of Bucky's fist tightening its grip in his hair, holding right at the base of his neck like he's scruffing him or, oh, fuck, like he's pulling on a leash. It causes his hips to fuck harder, grinding deeper where he's hotter, wetter, tighter. So easy to direct, such an obedient boy.

But-!

Steve needs something to do with his mouth. Steve's out of his fucking mind. Steve doesn't even care that it's embarrassing how he drools and licks and sucks at Bucky's collarbone. It's there and he needs him. He needs his mouth full. He needs more. Moremoremoremore. He really just wants--

Bucky lets it happen.

He groans, "good boyyy," as he's pounded into fervently. God, Steve gets dumb but he knows how to use that big fucking cock.

"A-AH!" Steve cries out, still humping him, "ah, ah, ah-again!" Steve whimpers, his thrusts sloppy and clumsy as he's walked right up to the line. So eager. So close.

"Magic word?" Bucky chuckles, barely avoiding a moan of pleasure. He's so deep inside him that he can feel him in the back of his throat. Jesus.

"'Pluh-please!" Steve slurrs, drunk on the tight clench of his body.

"Good boy," Bucky barely finishes the words--pulling harshly at Steve's hair as he goes faster, harder, deeper--before Steve is losing it completely, curling over top of him, shivering so hard that it's more like convulsions as he empties himself inside him, moaning himself hoarse. He can't help it, digging his fingers into the sheets and mattress as he falls apart. He hears that little bit of praise, and every bit of restraint leaves his puppy.

[kalee60]

Don't tell me - show me

Summary:

Bucky had always been a teacher of sorts in Steve’s life. He'd shown him how to sneak into movies, to charm the baker’s wife for hot bread rolls and later in life, to fight. (Much to Bucky’s dismay, Steve really took to that one). But one cool Autumn day, Bucky offered to show Steve something new. Something Steve had only ever allowed himself to want in the whispers of his mind.

It was shocking, exciting and could get them thrown in jail.

But was it just his best friend teaching Steve how to romance a dame?

Or was it much more than that?

Or: the pre-war ‘show me how’ fic that no-one asked for (except me).

Tags: Pre-war, Pre-canon, Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Show Me How, Steve’s POV, Explicit Sexual Content, First Times, Idiots in Love, Not Unrequited Love, Internal Angst, Body Worship, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers, Inexperienced Steve Rogers

Rating: Explicit

Words: 9,100

~*~*~*~*~

Well hello there! I'm back...

I've been sitting on this story for a very long time and finally managed to find the muse to finish it and let it free. It's my first pre-war fic for these two and well, it's full of my favourite things - mutual pining, idiots in love and feelings reveals (oh, also a LOT of body worshipping...Bucky deserves it after all).

So if this sounds like your kind of thing - click here!

Big thanks to @darter-blue for listening to me talk about this for literally years. I don't deserve you but I'm glad you're with me on these crazy journeys ❤️

[dykeredhood]

Don’t even try to fuck me if you can’t get me as riled up as the score of Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) gets me

[somesortofitalianroast]

bloodied knuckles and the beginnings of a black eye

Title: bloodied knuckles and the beginnings of a black eye Link: AO3 Series: only love unites our hearts Participant: SomeSortofItalianRoast Square filled: -Bucky Barnes Bingo: C2: Bath/Shower Sex (Card B023) -Cap Bottom Bingo: B2: Bloodied Knuckles (Card CaBB 2015) -Stucky Bingo: I4: Skinny Steve (Card 5041) -Year of the OTP: September: Shifter AU Archive warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Explicit Pairing: Shrinkyclinks | Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes/Non-Serum Steve Rogers Tags: Racism, Homophobia, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Shifters and shifting, Fluff, Shower Sex Word Count: 1,362 Summary: A scuffle with Brock Rumlow leads to a black eye, some bloody knuckles, and some slow and sweet shower sex.

@buckybarnesbingo @cabottombingo @stuckybingo @yearoftheotpevent