#Flagsmashers

[queenc-x]

Echo's costume designers when Marvel already ripped off indigenous symbolism for their non-indigenous villains on Falcon and the Winter Soldier and have to do Maya Lopez' costume without her trademark handprint.

#echo #marvel #falcon and the winter soldier #maya lopez #flagsmashers

[manofbeskar]

A poster I painted for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier when the show finished airing!

#the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #sam wilson #helmut zemo #john walker #flagsmashers #sharon carter #sebastian stan #anthony mackie #my art #my posters

[mystic-insightss]

there is something still so personal to me about sam telling bucky “every time we fight, we fight one of the three,” when the first time we saw sam fight in the mcu, it was against jasper sitwell, and then bucky, who are in fact, not one of the three

#and then the flagsmashers weren’t either #sam i love you but this will never stop being funny to me #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #tfatws #catws #mi

[purple--queen]

I do understand the skrulls. I would be mad to

#The terrorism is a bit much... They should pick a more harmless way but I understand the angry part #Carol promised them to find a new home & 30 years later & nothing??? #The universe is big... I bet they're a lot of planets who would be perfect... #Or why aren't the skulls not searching by themless #secret invasion #Spoiler secret invasion #Secret invasion spoiler #This reminds me about the flagsmashers from tfatws... You can understand their anger & can sympathies with them... #But because their way is killing people they are the bad guys & you are supposed to hate them #The big picture is they want a home... #But they choose the wrong way to archive that

[knifefightscene]

Marvel movies were once fun now it’s just military and cop propaganda and I’m sorry but it’s just simply not fun anymore the villains aren’t even misunderstood bad guys they’re literally good guys who just don’t follow the laws of an oppressive government

#flagsmashers… my beloved… I’m so sorry #plus killing all of them off… certainly actual violence #most of them are people of color

[staying-elive]

Looking for fic recs!

Anyone know of some really good TFATWS rewrite fics? They can be shippy or entirely gen, don't care.

Basically, I annoyed myself thinking of all the themes, plots, ideas, social commentary, etc. that the show botched or didn't commit to and now I'm wondering if there's any great Fix-its, Rewrites and/or entirely Alternate-Plot we-could-had-it-all type fics out there in the ao3 wilderness.

Things I liked in the show:

- Sam grappling with taking up the shield, with it's history, it's legacy, America etc

- Bucky reconciling with his WS past

- Joaquin Torres. (My precious. You're perfect.)

- Sam's family and hometown. (Love you all. Except that bank dude. Fuck that guy)

- Isaiah Bradley and Eli. Love you. And obviously important for Sam to know about. Isaiah's story deserves to be heard.

- Sam and Bucky being a Team. Don't take my boat scene from me. 🤣😅

-Obviously Sam has to become Cap lol

Can still be used, but with discretion lol

- Zemo and John Walker. So long as we all remember they are Bad Dudes. Use sparingly and with a point, i.e. only to further Sam and Bucky's arcs since They Are The Title Characters.

- Sharon Carter. I'm on the fence with turning her into a baddie. Alts/Rewrites can obviously change that direction. But if a baddie, I just need it to make sense 😭

I could go on. But you get the gist. Basically fic recs that treat Sam and Bucky as active protagonists, and with respect. (I draw a distinction between characters in a story being disrespectful dicks and the actual Story being disrespectful to it's lead characters, if that makes sense.)

#fic recs #tfatws #sambucky #like obviously i ship them but casting the net wider for more plot fics #tfatws fic #sambucky fic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #joaquin torres #captain america #captain america Sam wilson #tfatws rewrite #tfatws fix it #i didnt include Karli and FS in the list cos i didn't want to exclude fics that create an entirely different plot #because the show introduced the flagsmashers #but wouldnt commit to good but misguided or outright bad guys and it made what point they were going for so so messy #staying-elive

[marvelman901]

Ultimatum! . Underground Liberated Totally Integrated Mobile Army to Unite Mankind! . This terror organization believed in taking away all borders, uniting mankind, creating a world government instead. . 1st - 4th slide is from the Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe vol 3 13 (1991) Art by Keith Pollard and Josef Rubinstein. Research and Text by Glenn Herdling, Len Kaminski, Peter Sanderson and Murray Ward. Colors by Andy Yanchus. 5th and 6th slide is from Captain America vol 1 438 (1995) Art by Dave Hoover and Danny Bulanadi. Colors by Ashley Posella and Lettered by Joe Rosen. . See more relevant content here: #marvelman901ultimatum #marvelman901keithpollard #marvelman901davehoover #marvelman901flagsmasher . #90s #flagsmasher #ultimatum #davehoover #keithpollard #josefrubinstein https://www.instagram.com/p/CoYFfwbs5BB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#marvelman901ultimatum #marvelman901keithpollard #marvelman901davehoover #marvelman901flagsmasher #90s #flagsmasher #ultimatum #davehoover #keithpollard #josefrubinstein

[faillen]

the fact that marvel villains have valid causes is not the win you think it is when the entire franchise operates under letting its heroes uphold the existing status quo just because they disagree with the villains’ means. there is an absolute refusal to actually engage with the structural questions that each movie/tv show brings up, and it is critical to recognize that before you praise it for being groundbreaking—they’re not trying to tell you that the villain’s issues are valid. they’re trying to convince you that the structural issues can’t be meaningfully solved without utter destruction of the current way of life, which is just so incredibly insidious.

any indication of incremental change that exists in the mcu never, ever, carries over into generative conversation and ends at the end credits of the given piece of media. the hero never truly takes up the responsibility of pushing for the villain’s objectives without utilizing the villain’s means. whatever the resolution is, it is always token and it never has true lasting ramifications for the foundational political and societal realities of the universe it’s built, and that is intentional.

#i'm a believer in steady change and reform-the mcu makes a mockery of it #sam's speech at the end of tfatws versus the very real concerns of the flagsmashers #the refusal of bpwf to loop back around to confronting western imperialism head on #and instead ending it at the resolution of infighting between two nations threatened by imperialism #i am not saying that these movies are not doing relatively good work #in bringing issues forward that would not otherwise touch the general public consciousness #but i am saying that by god you cannot praise them for the framework that they have recently been utilizing #to flesh out their villains and make them sympathetic #i genuinely enjoyed bpwf a great deal but don't think that this is marvel engaging in some sort of true social commentary #it’s not. #anyway sorry to MCU post on main but I am so frustrated by the takes I’ve been seeing post-bpwf #and incredibly alarmed by the amount of traction they seem to be getting on this site

[whitesuited]

he’s already there waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs when she hits the final step outside of the met; his combination of jeans and a sweatshirt looking far more appealing right now than the cocktail dress she had to drag out of the very back of her closet earlier in the evening on short notice. she conveys as much with a jealous groan before actually saying hello --------- insisting the pair can walk and talk ( gossip is more like it, but she won’t outright call it that --- she had been attending for business, not pleasure ) about fisk’s little fundraising get together as they go now that there’s a break in the rain.

       “i hated these things then, and i hate them now.” @lostsouldier has his pick of what ‘these things’ could be ----- the ‘fundraiser’ that’s charity - washing a whole lot of money, the small talk she’d had to endure for the last few hours or the fact she’d had to stand there uncomfortably and grin and bear them both while balancing a drink in her hand and minding her tongue. ( the only reason she’d gotten so comfortable with it back in hightown was sheer repetition -------- that and her survival instinct running on high alert nonstop for more than half a decade. )

the reflections of traffic lights and neon scattered and diffused on the wet pavement is apparently one of those universal things, she notices as they walk along --------- they looks the same here as it did half a world away, and she has to go and catch herself mentally before she refers to that other place as home out of habit. two large raindrops landing square on her forehead interrupt her story about her conversation with one of fisk’s staff ( and the parsley stuck in his teeth ) eliciting an annoyed “shit,” from her as she glances up at the black - grey sky of manhattan and gets greeted with another handful of drops on her face for her trouble. “so much for being dry.”

he’s already proven to be just as stubborn as she is enough times for it not to come as a surprise that the moment the skies once again fully open up he’s fussing with his jacket in an attempt to keep her dry ---------- nor should it be one for him that she fully intends to spend the handful of blocks they still have to walk towards the subway station on 86th protesting the gesture and trying to convince him to put his coat back on. ( but she will at least concede to herself that the heels she’d chosen for the night were a poor choice ------ just another reason why she never wears them unless absolutely necessary. but barefoot on the subway is too far, even for her. )

when they reach the staircase and he still hasn’t left her side, arms outstretched over her head while she pauses to rummage through her bag for her metrocard, she debates darting back into the rain just to be difficult.

       “ ... you’re not planning on doing this the whole way back to my apartment, are you, barnes?”

#lostsouldier #✬ ◟ answered. ⁞ 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡. #* beta. #✬ ◟ mcu. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #✬ ◟ post fatws. ⁞ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌. #her hearing was in dc right?? #the showdown with the flagsmashers was ny i cant remember #i've completely erased ep 6 from my memory #and i refuse to actually go back and watch to see #so ny it is #this is us taking crumbs and leaving / living

[spiderbun]

Fandom: Bucky sees his left arm as only a weapon ment to do harm hence he rarely uses it outside of combat and dangerous situations :(

Bucky: I'm literally right-handed

#this is mostly a call out at myself #i can go into heavy detail about his arm usage ratio and I WILL GO INTO HEAVY DETAIL...someday #i actually do think this is somewhat canon or something because #if you pay attention to lets say tfatws #he picks everyones calls up with his right hand but held the flagsmashers phone in the last ep with his left #i think the i'm righthanded scene was supposed to be a little nod at us to pay attention to it? anyways #this is a joke post #james barnes #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws

[ahsokasforce]

funfacts about comics samquín

when joaquín first met sam he was turned into a wolf

joaquín was “half” turned into a falcon using redwing so his wings are actual wings

since sam can talk to birds and joaquín was kinda turned into one (and not any bird but redwing, sam’s pet) they share a special connection and sometimes they can send telepathic messages to each other or feel when the other is in danger

joaquín is 17 and helps giving supplies to people crossing the mexican-american border

#in conclusion: they’re pure chaos #the fact that sam basically adopted joaquín… and they made him older in the series #and now there’s people shipping them are you happy malcom spellman 😭😭😭 #ik 6 episodes wouldn’t be enough to show flagsmashers zemo sharon joaquín AND sam and bucky #they gave zemo way too much attention #they could have focused more on sharon and joaquín 😭😭😭

[tinaxpow]

Sam @furious_shan (insta) Karli - me

📸 @mathiasfrisch.cosphoto (insta)

#Sam wilson #Karli morgenthau #Flagsmasher #Captain america #Falcon #Sam wilson cosplay #Captain america cosplay #Falcon cosplay #Karli morgenthau cosplay #Falcon and the winter solder #Tfatws #Tfatws cosplay

[winterarmyy]

My Person

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: In which Sam's question forces Bucky to reveal his true feelings to his so called "friend", Y/N.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, wee bit of angst, bucky is so adorable in this I WANT HIM SO BAD, also he is a bit feral. I feel like he can be more feral than this but you know, he doesn't wanna scare her away lol. This is just a result from surge of need so might not be too much of plot but I hope you enjoy your reading, anyway.

Inspiration: This post right here by @black-cat-2

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Sam took notice on every single crooks and corners as he followed Bucky's dragging footsteps from behind. It wasn't that he didn't want to help him but Bucky refused the offer right on the bat, saying that the serum will fix him up sooner or later.

The aftermath of their final battle with the flagsmasher was chaotic to say the least. With the splitting sides of public opinions of the new Captain America and the whispers about how the former winter soldier saved a bunch of civilian tonight had been the talk of the town.

But both Sam and Bucky decided not to think of it too much,  especially when both were exhausted from the fight. Not to mention Bucky was injured. Although Sam knew damn well that the soldier can managed himself to a hotel to rest for the night like he always does, but as a worried friend, or rather a babysitter some would say, he insisted to accompany Bucky all the way through.

And Bucky was not in the mood to argue; Sam is as equally stubborn as Steve used to be, so he let the man do whatever he wants.

It was clear Sam was suspicious of where the hell did this terminator brought him to, but mostly he was curious. He thought he would just accompany him to the nearest hotel but nope. After taking an Uber, the next thing he knew, Bucky was leading him into this apartment building, that was obviously not his.

"Last time I checked your apartment was in Brooklyn. When did you get a place here?" Sam asked as Bucky stopped at one of the identical looking doors.

"It's not mine" Bucky replied truthfully as he removed the glove from his fleshed hand and pressed his thumb at the top of the door handle.

Sam eyed him with a look on his face when he sassed at him, "Said the guy who is currently unlocking the doors with his fingerprint."

Bucky simply rolled his eyes before the chiming sound alerts that the door was unlocked. Bucky opened the door to let Sam inside before he himself got in after him. "Seriously, man. If I knew you can afford having two apartments I would've asked you to pay for tonight's dinner. That's the least you can do..." Sam's words died as his eyes scanned the apartment.

Whatever he was expecting the apartment to look like, it was far from it. He surely was not expecting the place to be fully decorated with complete set of furniture in every area of the room. Whether it is the living room area, or the huge kitchen that was also equipped with built-in oven.

Even with the lack of light, Sam could see the color pallette on the walls were definitely not what Bucky would go for. The sentimetal trinkets on the shelves, the sweet fragrant of the scented candles; everything was the very opposite of what Bucky's apartment in Brooklyn looks like, feels like.

This, it felt like home. Warm and inviting. Quiet and serene.

"You know what? I take that back. Whose house have you broke us into?" Sam asked, almost in awe rather than shocked, "I know for a fact that this ain't your house."

Bucky huffed a heavy breath as he remove his tactical gears, "I didn't say it was mine, remember? Or flying with the pigeons in the sky had made you forgot how to undertand human language?" there was an unfiltered sarcasm in his tone that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.

So obviously he got defensive and unknowingly increase his volume as he countered, "Woah woah, that was uncalled for. And for your information pigeons can't fly as fast a my wings, and rest assured that I--"

Bucky swiftly stomped towards him, eyes wide almost in anger, while his metal hand reached to cover Sam's mouth, "Can you shut the fuck up, she's probably asleep and your noisy ass will wake--"

"Bucky?" A tiny yet groggy voice interrupted the conversation causing both of them to turn their attention to the source. The figure peeped itself from the bedroom, her uncertainty made it that only half of her body was revealed through the doorway.

Her squinting eyes indicates how recent she was woken up from her sleep and Bucky flashed a quick glared at Sam for that. Sam simply shrug with his hands the air as a response. He was still confused who is this woman and why were they in her house.

Bucky's tight features softens as he called for her, "Hey, babydoll. What are you doing up?"

Recognizing that voice anywhere her feet made her way to him, "Heard some noises." She answered shortly as her knuckles find her eyes and rubbed it lightly. The closer she gets, the clearer Bucky can see the dark circles under her eyes, signifying how much she was lacking of sleep.

His heart squeeze a little at the sight, "M'sorry, sweetheart." it was as if their bodies were magnets that they naturally found each other. Bucky opened his arms wide for her to find her rightful place in his embrace.

"It's okay" she mumbled against his sturdy chest. "Welcome home." She continued.

You'd be surprise to know how much the former winter soldier absolutely adore the feeling of her lips moving against his skin. Even if it was blocked by the fabric of his shirt. It always felt good and he swore he could not get enough of it.

Bucky leaned down on top of her head, inhaling the strawberry yogurt scent of her shampooed hair, "Yes. I am home, indeed." His hugged got tighter, crushing her just enough to make those pretty little sounds slipped her from lips.

Strings of hushed moan kept purring in her throat when Bucky lightly swayed her from side to side; his fleshed hand drawing invisible circles on the back of her waist, while his metal hand gently squeeze the back of her neck.

If she let him pamper her more than this, they'd probably forget that Sam was in the room. Unabashedly had his mouth agape at the sight in front of him. He was not sure whether he wanted to look away or to continue staring because no amount of explanation will suffice to answer his questions.

Peeking from Bucky's shoulder, she smiled warmly as she finally acknowledge the unexpected guest, "You must be Sam. I've heard a lot about you."

She tried to wiggle an escape from Bucky arms, but it was no avail; he was not planning to let her go any time soon. She ended up dragging the enormous koala bear who was stuck on her back as she offered Sam a handshake, introducing herself.

"Good things I hope." Sam took her hand and lightly shake it as she replied, "Of course." As much as he wanted to keep his eye contact with her, it was extremely hard when the grumpy super soldier that he knew was basically melting in crook of her neck.

"I don't want to be rude but the two of you are..." Sam purposely left his words hanging, hoping that one of them would finish the sentence before he let out his assumption, however both of them remained silent. The woman was blinking at him confused, while Bucky was practically still drooling over the her.

"...Lovers?" Sam ended his sentence with an uncertain tone.

Both of them went rigid to the question but before Bucky could say anything, she answered first, "No!" She almost shouted, taking a deep breath before she rephrase her answer, "No. I mean yes. We're not... like that."

"So, you guys are friends then?" Sam quirked an eyebrow to her answer, and seeing Bucky's silence, he guessed that the super soldier might liked her more than just 'friends'.

"Yup, we are. We first met when Bucky was on the run from Hydra, before you guys found him. It's a long story, really." And by the time she explained the shorten version of their story, Bucky finally drifted his attention to Sam, a deep frown decorated his brows as he was mentally asking, "How much longer are you going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

Sam should be offended by his silent orders but considering he came in the middle of the night, uninvited, he realized that he should leave them be,"Then, let that be a reason for us to meet again. You can tell me all about this meet-cute of yours later. I don't want to keep you away from him any longer. Especially when he is staring daggers at me."

She lightly tapped on Bucky's arms, and quick frown at him followed after as she non-verbally asking him stop glaring at Sam. Needless to say, Sam removed himself from the scene after they, or rather she, bid him goodbye.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky has her back pressed against the door, wasting no time than to capture her lips. A gasped from her made it easy for him to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her slow yet so hungrily as if he was starved of the taste of her sweet mouth against his.

Bucky broke the kiss momentarily just to whisper, "I missed you so much, babydoll." With his thigh in between her legs, he guided her clothed core to slowly hump against him. "Missed you, too." Her beautiful moans only encourage his cock to swell even more than it already was.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky let her catch a breath as his glazed eyes adored her soft features. He still remembered the day when he first met her.  When he escaped from Hydra's control, he was determined to keep his life down low. Don't attract to much attention, follow the schedule and stick to rules.

And his schedule was never interesting, it was always:

- write his journal entry

- find/do odd and non-permenant jobs for money

- grocery shopping and cooking

- watch the news

- and mostly just stay at home

Obviously, Bucky knows how to use the internet and all those modern devices that they have nowadays, but he never understand them; the 'social media' and the 'viral' things were never really appealing to him. So one day he decided to pay a visit to a small local library; hoping to find fimiliar solace in books instead.

What are the odds that both of them reach for the same book at the same time? After the multiple exchange of: 'Oh, I'm sorry, here take it.' 'No, you take.' 'No, please I insist.' They ended up meeting on a common ground; making a decision to sit down and read together. Turns out, spending a few hours with her at the library was the most peace he had since forever.

Bucky had a strict routine and rules. But the moment she asked him if he want to spend more time with her while she was there, he was ready to break all of it. And he did; for 7 days straight.

She was his first sense of freedom. His first choice in life.

Though, back then he was on a run, for presumably a lifetime, while she was on business trip for a week. So, they lost contact after that, especially when Bucky was running around with the Avengers and fighting aliens, but fate seemed to be on their side when they were reunited again in New York.

It's a miracle that she even recognized him. Little did he knew, he wasn't the only one who got hooked on the first few hours of that reading session had.

Though, he was extremely grateful that she reach out the moment she recognized him; no hesitant, no doubt. Just a confident and cheerful shout of his name in middle of the park that he walks through everyday.

The first thing that came out from her mouth after calling out his name was a compliment of his new hair cut and how she can see his beautiful eyes more clearer now. And that alone had made Bucky absolutely red in blush.

Weeks after that, she often joined him with his daily walk, making it their routine instead of just his. And months into this newly founded 'friendship', they found solace in each other's arms, comfort in each other's touch, and this quickly become their new favourite activity to do together.

Though none of them ever actually discuss their status but their body language suggest that they are more than just friends.

Especially with the way Bucky was rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on her clit; so desperate yet so gentle. Just like how he always does when he makes love to her. But, tonight he felt different. Maybe he was just needy or maybe it was the way she admit that they were not lovers when Sam asked about their relationship.

It was true. But, it felt so wrong.

"Am I just a friend to you, doll? Bucky leaned forward, his forehead met hers, his hot breath tickling her skin.

His tongue briefly passed in between his lips as he spreads her legs further, revealing her dripping cunt for his display, "Do your friends touch you like this, hmm?" His husky whisper as he rubbed his hardened length in between her slit, brushing against her clit.

"Do your friends kiss you all over like me?" She moaned breathily, as he bit and kiss the softness of her breasts; easily leaving his marks as if she was his to claim.

And without any warning, his cock slammed straight into her hole, stretching the walls to his size causing her to yelp in painful pleasure. Bucky let out a satisfied groan as the tightness of her around him, "Do your friends fuck this tight little pussy with their cock like me?"

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from pulling and pushing his hips to meet hers, his fingertips was practically digging into the flesh of her hips, moving her in time with his thrusts, "What am I to you, baby?" Honestly, it was hard for her to form complete thoughts, let alone reply to his question when he was fucking her so good.

Gone was the gentleman she knew for the past years, the koala bear that she spent hours on the couch cuddling to a movie marathon with. Now, there was only this feral beast, hungry for pleasure, insatiable to devour her whole body and soul.

Each roll of his hips pushed her further from her sober thoughts, focusing only on the wild look on his face, his huge body hunched over hers, his throbbing cock kissing her cervix. Any answer she was trying to convey was lost at the tip of her tongue; there were just the mewling mess, as she fell apart underneath him, compliant to his every thrust as his cock ramming within her. "Tell me. Come on, now. Use your words."

Bucky was almost losing his mind, from how bad he wanted to cum and how stubborn she was for not answering his questions. He pushed her legs up and wide as his thrust punctuated to his words,  "What. Am. I. To. You?"

It took her a couple of long moans at his roughness, before she could utter a single word, the only correct answer to his question, "Mine."

He groaned approvingly, pulling back just enough to slide his metal between their bodies. "I'm yours?" Those hard, cold fingers that she loved so much was quick to find her clit. She was already sensitive from all the friction of his rutting, and now was he relentlessly assaulting the swollen nub, "Then, does that make you mine as well huh, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Bucky. You're mine. And I'm yours. All yours. Pleasee"

Her back arches off the bed, toes curling tight as her nails dug into his skin and across his back; To have some kind of a leverage to hold as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body.

"Yeah, that's right, babygirl. You're mine and mine alone. Mine to love, mine to fuck. Yes?" Bucky taunted her with both his words and the way he rutted into her wet pussy, as if he himself was not close to the egde.

The sound of skin to skin clashing intertwined with the sounds of her pussy squelching around his cock, his girth kept pounding straight into her sweet spot to the point that only lewd whimpers of plead were spewing out of her lips, "Yes, yes yes. Oh Bucky please,, fuck,, I'm cumming!"

"Cum, sweetheart. Let me feel that tight little pussy of mine cum around my cock" He hummed approvingly as he picked a deeper and harsher pace, causing her mouth to fall wide open and her eyes screwed shut as she felt her whole body shook as she came. "Yeah,, that's it, doll. That's my girl. fuckkk,, feels so good baby, gonna make me cum inside you if you keep choking me like that."

"Please, Bucky?" A breathy moan of his name passed her lips as she her walls spasm with need. Bucky groan to the sensation, he was sure that her pussy was already full of his precum, considering how it has been leaking inside her for so long, "Want my cum in you, pretty girl?"

Batting her eyes through her lashes, she stared up at him, pleading., "Need it, please."

"Oh fuck, you got it, sweetheart." Throwing his head back in pleasure, shutting his eyes solely to focus of the feeling of her wet and tight cunt, Bucky's pace quicken as he chased his high, "Hmmm,, fuckk,, gonna stuff you full. You'll leaking for days, babydoll. Then, I'm gonna keep filling you until you can't live without my cum inside your pussy."

Hearing such dirty confessiom only triggers her to near orgasm, "Yess pleasee i want it. Need it, bucky." Surely enough she came again when he hit that special spot inside her.

"Ahh,, fuck ahhh,, I'm cumming shit pussy so good m'cumming fuckkkk", Bucky couldn’t even stop himself from rutting in and out of her sweet pussy as his cock pulsed, especially when her cunt was sucking him in deeper.

His head fall down to watch his cock disappear inside her before squeezing it shut again when the white spurt of cum shoots against her walls. His jaw was loose as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape to allow his loud groans contaminated the silenced room.

His thick endless cum warm her insides and the honeyed moans hanging off her lips to its own accord as Bucky hunched over her frame, pressing his face in crook of her neck, breathing heavily as she was. After awhile, a broken sound of his voice stopped the silence, "Do you really mean it?"

He refused to look at her in the eyes, afraid of the rejection that might come his way but she proved him wrong by holding him by his cheeks, leading his eyes to align with hers,

"Bucky. You, my dear, are my bestfriend; you are my heart, you are my person. And there is no one in this world that I'd rather spend my whole life with besides you." Her words was nothing but the truth and Bucky knew that.

His heart swelled with joy yet he didn't know how to express it other than, "I love you, doll..." there was pause as if he was gathering the pieces of his soul to offer it to her, "...So much."

And she accepted it with her whole heart, "I love you too, Bucky."

End.

Read my other works here: Masterlist

A/N: I was gone for awhile but never too long. Hope you enjoy this little drabble 👀

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #tfatws!bucky #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut

[bewarethemoonlads]

okay ive decided im excited for thunderbolts

#the thought of bucky interacting with red guardian has me fuckin DYING #i was afraid of thw Villain route but Anti-Hero i can get behind #staying true to his comic roots #also i do love when bucky does crimes because lets be real #the man broke a terrorist out of prison because he thought it was their best chance at a lead to the Flagsmashers #and he was RIGHT

[heroeslogic]

tag drop : verses

#the first of the delinquent class . . . [ AGENT IN TRAINING ]* #enter the delinquent task force . . . [ POST AOU ]* #being a fugitive is not my style . . . [ CIVIL WAR ]* #undercover theater kid . . . [ POST SM:H ]* #now this is where i start spiraling . . . [ ENDGAME / THE BLIP ]* #i’m supposed to be on desk duty . . . [ POST ENDGAME ]* #figuring out retirement . . . [ POST NWH / CIVILIAN LIFE ]* #call me director gallagher . . . [ DIRECTOR OF SHIELD ]* #i’ll burn it all down if that’s what it takes . . . [ THE FLAGSMASHER ]*

[sweetbbarnes]

Jealous

TFATWS!BuckyBarnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky had no idea you could get so jealous over him. He’s not complaining, though.

Warnings: nothing much, jealous!reader, mentions of reader being insecure about herself (no body descriptions except from a part where it says that reader has calloused/scarred hands), a tiny hint at reader and Bucky having sex (you have to squint)

A/N: PLS I have nothing against long pink nails that’s actually how my nails are right now

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You have absolutely no right to feel like this.

The almost unbearable pang in your chest grows sharper and sharper as you observe the vibrant red lipstick luring Bucky into a conversation that leaves you to wonder what could be so intriguing. Oh, I actually know what’s so intriguing, you think to yourself as your eyes dart over her too revealing outfit. Talking, talking, talking. You summon the word like a mantra, repeating it over and over again in your mind, desperately trying to convince yourself that everything is fine. They’re just talking, right? So what if her hand and her stupidly long pink nails are strategically resting on his chest? What does it matter if she’s wiggling her hips all the time to show off? Everybody does that, it means nothing!

“You okay there, kid?” Sam asks, concerned, using the old nickname even though he knows you’re a little too far from being a kid now. “You look like you want to murder someone”

You shift the gaze towards your friend, attempting a smile that could honestly be mistaken with a grimace. “Just tired.” Your reply is barely audible over the unnecessarily loud music pulsating through Sharon’s mansion. They’re just talking.

“I must say,” Zemo unfortunately started with his infuriatingly smug grin “I never took you for a jealous woman”

“Jealous?” Sam repeated the infamous word, a little confused.

“Shut up, Zemo.” You reply dryly, shooting the man a glare that would make Bucky proud, if only he was paying attention to you and not some random woman’s boobs.

“She’s jealous of the pretty lady who’s captivating her soldier’s attention.” Zemo annoyingly elucidates the situation to Sam.

You watch, tortured, as Sam’s confused expression morphs into one of understanding as he gives Zemo a knowing look. “Y/n, if you’re-”

“I am not jealous and he is not ‘my soldier’.” You snap, your words coming out a little louder than you intended. Feeling frustrated in front of the truth Zemo just shoved at your face, you storm off towards the bar and ask the bartender for a beer.

You’re trying to ignore it. You really are. But your eyes can’t seem to abandon the enchanting figure across the room. She’s tall, stunning, feminine. Her skin is probably soft, void of the calluses and scars that mark your own — you wonder if Bucky can feel the softness through his shirt where she’s touching. She walks around in a piece of cloth that leaves too little to the imagination as if she fucking owns the place. Her lipstick matches so perfectly with her skin tone that if you didn’t know better you'd think she invented the color red. Every single aspect of her mere existence seems particularly designed to piss you off - but that could just be because her taste in men is pretty similar to yours. And there stands Barnes, wearing that infuriatingly sweet smirk of his, clearly enjoying the attention.

He can flirt with pretty girls. You tell yourself, trying to see things through a logical lens. He's a single, independent, free man. He can do whatever the fuck he wants. 

That much is true. To some extent.

See, he is single, and independent, and free. The only problem is, he had been flirting with you for the past two weeks — ever since Sam called you asking for help with the flagsmashers and Barnes forced his way into the situation. Or at least, you thought he was flirting. You could’ve read too much into his actions. But then again, if you were overanalyzing it, so were Sam and Zemo, because they just won’t stop teasing you about it.

Out of the two, Sam’s teases are the worst, of course. The damn asshole knows all too well that you had been pinning over Barnes since the day you helped save him years ago, back when everything was simpler. But then Wakanda happened, followed by Thanos, the blip, and the soul-wrecking taste of losing Bucky — and everyone else — for good. Then he came back, and now here you are, still hopelessly infatuated with the same dude.

Only now things are a little bit different. Because he had been gone, and in the time he was away, you had aged five years. He no longer addresses you as "kid," and you’re pretty sure you had caught him stealing glances at you when he believed no one was looking. Glances that resemble the way a man looks at a woman. Or so you desperately hoped thought. But all those fragile beliefs are now on the verge of shattering as you watch him giving the pretty lady a look that threatens to extinguish every ounce of hope you still hold onto.

"For someone who claims she's not jealous, you sure seem to be," Sam playfully mocks, breaking the silence as he sits in the barstool next to you.

You let out a heavy sigh. "Don't start."

"Are you going over there?" Sam asks nonchalantly.

"And say what? Hey, Barnes, I know we don't have anything and I have absolutely no right to be jealous, but could you please stop flirting with pretty women when I'm around? It really fucking stings?"

"It's a start," Sam shrugs.

You scoff, grabbing another beer from the bartender.

"If you're not willing to resolve it, at least stop glaring at the woman like you want to decapitate her," Zemo, much to your annoyance, joins the conversation.

"Since when do you care?" you retort, irritated with the audacity of this man.

"I don't. Just trying to be helpful," Zemo replies casually.

"Well, you're not," you roll your eyes.

"Although,” he adds after a moment of much appreciated silence, “if you're genuinely jealous, I suggest you don’t look now."

The smartass knows exactly how to get under your skin.

Shifting your gaze to where Bucky stands allowing himself to be drawn by cheap men-hooking techniques, your mouth suddenly dries. Planted far too close for your liking, the woman seductively whispers something right next to his ear as her hand caresses his bicep.

He’s not mine, you remind yourself, desperately trying to push the jealousy that threatens to consume you.

He doesn't owe me anything, you reason, the logical side of your brain trying to establish control.

I don’t have the right to feel like this. You shove your half done bottle into Sam’s chest, who holds it with an exasperated look directed at you.

I have absolutely no right to be jealous. You scold yourself as your legs start moving of their own accord, marching towards the pair.

You're nothing to him, you repeat in your mind, determination guiding your steps. When they finally notice your presence, it’s too late. You had already positioned yourself between them, fully facing Bucky.

"Excuse me, we were in the middle of a conversation," the pretty lady interjects, her tone doesn’t hold any particular hostility but her words irritate you nonetheless. How dare she flirt with your man?!

You turn your head towards her, lifting one eyebrow in a display of unimpressed indifference, before decisively returning your attention to Bucky. Grabbing him by the collar, you pull him closer and fervently press your lips against his.

Startled by your sudden attitude, he takes a few moments to fully register what the hell is going on, but as you refuse to back down, he slowly encircles his metal arm around your waist, raising his other hand to your cheek so he can hold your face and properly kiss the woman he’s been head over heels for since he came back to his senses when Steve saved him.

As Bucky deepens the kiss, taunting your parted lips with the tip of his tongue, the world around you fades into insignificance. The pent-up emotions, the frustration, the longing, and the overwhelming uncertainty, everything melts away in the intensity of the moment. Time stands still as you grant him full access to your mouth, both your stubborn natures fighting to dominate and control the kiss.

Realizing you need oxygen to survive, you release your grip on Bucky's collar, breaking the kiss but keeping your eyes locked with his. The unspoken words and long cultivated desires building up a tension one could cut with a knife.

The soldier's piercing gaze searches for yours, a mix of surprise, confusion, and something else flickering within the depths of his ocean blue eyes. Without actually thinking about what he’s doing, his grip tightens around your waist, pulling you closer. For a brief moment, you don’t dare say a word, the gravity of the situation sinking in, neither of you quite sure how to navigate the newfound territory you had just barged your way in.

But obviously, because Bucky is Bucky and you are you, that signature smirk of his slowly starts to show itself, and you somehow know what’s about to come.

“Well, darlin’, if that’s what you do when you get all riled up, I should probably find some more ladies to flirt with.” He teases, lightly squeezing your waist.

“Don’t push it, Barnes.” You fake scold, trying to hold back a smirk of your own.

He lowers his head until his lips are right next to you ear, so close that you can feel his warm breath as he speaks, “though if I got this attitude whenever you make me jealous, dollface, I have a feeling we’d be kissing a lot more”

A delicious shiver runs down your spine as you tease.”You keep the sweet talk, Sarge, and we’re gonna end up in Sharon’s spare bedroom.”

Well, you did end up in Sharon’s spare bedroom. And the bathroom. And the kitchen. And every single room in his apartment after you went back home. But that’s a story for another time.

Bonus:

Sam scowls as he watches the pretty lady storm away from you two, reaching his back pocket to get Zemo’s twenty dollars.

“I hope you know this is the last time I make a bet with you.” Sam mumbles, displeased, sipping the beer he knows very damn well you won’t be coming back to get.

Zemo shrugs nonchalantly, tucking away the money both of them know he doesn’t really need, but holds immense satisfaction as it represents his symbolic triumph over the bet. He smirks. "I must remind you, I did mention I could be quite persuasive."

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