#bucky vibe

[justarandomgirly]

#sebastian stan #my gifs #loose hair #long hair #bucky vibe #fans #2023

[burninblood]

hey hey hey have you heard this powercouple is back together in the comics?

#buckynat #winterwidow #bucky x nat #616 buckynat #616 winterwidow #james and natalia #bucky x natasha #fanart #mine #i'm trying some new stuff with coloring texturing inking etcetc #also Bucky is super grumpy 'cause nat likes his brooding vibes #i think i love you james buchanan barnes #burninbloodart

[navybrat817]

On my knees, sir. 😍🥵🫠

#navy's thirsty #sebastian stan #romanian stud #i love him your honor #my ❤️ and my 😻 #aging like fine wine #on my knees #please sir #bucky barnes #wedding vibes #navy's muse inspiration

[yourbuckies]

#stucky #stevebucky #stevebuckyedit #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steverogersedit #buckybarnesedit #mcuedit #marveledit #sebastian stan #chris evans #mine #mmmmm i liked this a lot more in my head that i do on paper i think it would've worked better as image graphics #but i am swamped this week so no time for anything new #but mackie voice: #are y'all picking up the vibes i'm putting down

[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

#i've actually been toying with an AU with gale and john but how they look in the bikeriders and green room/the only living boy in new york #and i have many Thoughts but i need to flesh it out more #and i probably won't ever do anything with it because i have too many things i want to write but it's a nice (hot) concept <3 #also have y'all watched 'leaving' with callum turner bc good lord. #john looking like that pretty twink and crushing on intimidating bikeriders!gale??? the daddy issues vibes?? helllooooo meow LMFAOOO #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m feral for subby Bucky. I need him on the floor crying and begging for my pussy, a babbling bitch of a mess.

Okay love youuu💜

Maybe I've got too soft recently but I'm so into the thought of being sweet and gentle and encouraging with subby Bucky?

I can't stop thinking about how pretty he could look on his knees in dim bedroom lighting and the way it would accentuate those muscular thighs. He's naked, watching you, stroking his cock a little more frantically than you'd usually allow.

"Please." He sounds more composed than he looks and he's not afraid to keep eye contact with you while he begs.

"I need to feel you." He watches as you trail your finger gently across your own glistening sex, spreading your legs nice and wide so he's got a perfect view from the floor.

You don't respond. There's no sense in breaking a silence that heavy. Not when you know his mouth is watering, imagining the way you'll feel when you engulf his cock and then the way you'll taste while he licks his cum out of your freshly fucked pussy.

"I need you." He whispers, his mouth running faster than his brain. His dick throbs in his hand, precum dribbling down his shaft, over his fingers, making each stroke a little more slick.

"Then have me, sweetheart. I'm all yours." He didn't expect the softness in your voice or the way you tenderly hold his chin to pull him in for a kiss.

He's slipping just a little faster than he wants to but it feels lovely. He's safe, he's loved, he's free to explore interests he's never given much time to and it's all starting to feel quite comfortable and natural to him.

"I love you, I hope you know that." You whisper, kissing his forehead while you line his tip up to your entrance.

"Oh God." He whimpers, his head falling onto your shoulder because he can't look at you now. Not as he's pressing into you and you're being so gentle with him. It'll be overwhelming and he simply can't have that.

"I love how you make me feel. I love getting to see you like this." You coo softly, stroking the back of his head, enjoying his hot, erratic breathing on your neck.

Inch by inch, he slides inside you. It's slow and reverent and considerate and downright perfect.

"You don't need to last, sweetheart. Let me take care of you for now and we can go a little bit longer later." Your offer isn't one he can turn down. He's been too aroused for too long and taking the edge off is exactly what he needs so he can focus on your pleasure.

His thrusts from then on are much faster, his tip rubbing your sweet spot delightfully and while it's not enough to get you off, it leaves you arching yourself closer to him.

It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess, panting and moaning against your neck, begging to be allowed to cum inside you.

"I'm so proud of you." You remind him, holding him as close as you can. There is no closer than this; not with him inside you but it still feels important to be unreserved in how much you want him. "I'm so proud of you. It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. You're okay, I've got you."

You feel his hips stutter, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he shoots his first load into you, buried as deep inside you as he can manage. There are a few tender moments where you just hold him, kissing his broad shoulders while he catches his breath, letting him get comfortable on your chest.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #sub!bucky #subby!bucky #needy!bucky #I have way too many Christmas presents still to get #and I have a tonne to wrap tonight to take to work this week #so many cards to write #I love giving gifts #and I'm always worried it's weird? #I was in a work meeting recently and someone messaged into the teams chat that they were jealous of my Stanely cup #I have the baby pink one and it comes everywhere with me #so I got her one that matches her vibe #she wears nothing but black and her nails are always a black French tip #so I got her the charcoal grey one #but I don't want it to be weird? #like I'm going to have to message her PA and try to find a way to line our schedules up so I can give it to her #it always makes me really nervous when I get a gift for someone that I know they're not expecting

[anonymousmink]

Bucky Barnes deserves a chunky knit scarf and a pumpkin spice latte on a crisp autumn afternoon. Fight me.

Reblogs are loved but please don’t repost this art! Commissions open 🧡

#Bucky Barnes #winter soldier #the autumn soldier #Bucky Barnes art #fall vibes #mink draws #Sebastian stan stan

[hogans-heroes]

Freight Train, Baby

(Westcore AU)

On summer break from his university in San Francisco, Bucky goes to stay with his grandfather in an Arizona mining town. He might be able to get used to the edge-of-the-world feeling or the social microcosm of the town, but a lone boy and his motorcycle whom no one knows the origins of might derail Bucky in more ways than one.

———

“Ay!” said Bucky’s grandfather, jabbing him with the broom handle. “You just got off the bus from San Franfrisky and I won’t have you hankerin’ over local renegades, ya hear?”

Bucky made a face, taking the broom. “I flew here. And you’re a local renegade yourself, Gramps.”

Gramps huffed. “Not to your grandmother I wasn’t. Suppose every rebel’s got a believer. That one though…” He pointed toward the window. “You’d better treat that one like a wild coyote.”

Bucky leaned against the sun-warped glass, peering through the heat shimmer at the rising trail of dust where the mystery boy had departed the main road. That deep voice had dripped into Bucky’s insides like the traces of melted popsicle still on his fingers, tugging his barred-up heart out to the desert with a danger-tinted urge to find what it was about this place that made people into rebels and believers.

———

(Yet another chaptered fic in my WIP list. The American West is my first love and I’m feeling nostalgic so gonna be sharing it with you XD)

#my mota AUs #mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #Westcore au #even though that’s not the title it’s what I’m referring to it as #stoked for this #top tier vibes

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Thinking about Sam asking Steve, "What makes you happy?" And when he doesn't have an answer, Sam starts paying attention to try and parse out little pieces of happiness from him. Once, he sees Steve doodling with a pen on the back of some extra receipt paper when they go out to lunch, Sam leading the charge to get him used to non-boiled future food 😉 They're waiting for Steve's card to be returned to him and, okay, damn, the history books left out that Steve's a pretty decent drawer. Sam can work with that... watching the quirk of Steve's mouth as he doodles.

So, Sam gets him some nice art supplies. No dollar-store pens or regular #2 pencils. Some expensive, apparently high-quality (according to the Internet, it really is helpful sometimes, ha) graphite pencils, a set of micron pens, and the appropriate watercolor paper, brushes, and pigment. The final cost is eye-popping to Sam in spite of his understanding of modern pricing. It's worth it, though. Because Steve uses them. He starts carrying a sketchbook along with his list book. And, eventually, he shyly shows Sam some of what he's worked on.

The sprawl of Central Park...

A broken section of sidewalk, grass creeping through the space made by the roots of an elder tree...

The skyline view from Steve's apartment...

A dog...

A potted plant sitting on Steve's balcony with a label that reads "my sadness buddy" (a gift from Natasha)...

An empty folding chair from the VA...

A steaming cardboard coffee cup.

Sam is blown away by the beauty of what Steve can create. He wonders, but he doesn't ask if Steve's ever had nice, vivid art supplies before. There's something impressive about the colors and way he experiments, pulling beauty out of nothing, with his new art supplies. But, also, there's something especially impressive about what he can do with any old pen or pencil lying about. Sam finds himself smiling, thinking about that old saying he's heard, a poor craftsman blames his tools. Steve is bluntly a master craftsman--in everything he does, he puts his entire heart into it. It's strange he hasn't drawn any faces or people, though. (There's definitely something there. Sam's gonna have to see what that's about, too.)

#read this as samsteve or as sam being the deeply caring and loyal friend he is #idk either way #i just couldn't stop thinking about it #maybe steve isn't showing sam the faces he's drawing because he's drawing sam (samsteve vibe) or he isn't showing sam the faces he's drawin #because all the faces are bucky #and its every moment from before the fall that steve remembers in perfect clarity but steve won't show him because it hurts #and he doesn't want to remind sam of riley in such a visceral way #idk #it's up to you #steve rogers #sam wilson #fandomfluffandfuck #samsteve #stucky #artist steve

[rosiesriiveters]

Keep thinking of Buck and Bucky's perception of Rosie through their eyes. When they meet him, Rosie's a great pilot, has been training gunners for ages and knows his way around a plane well - but has yet to see any combat. He's that wide-eyed kind of hopeful that he can make a difference.

When they meet him again by the end of the series, Rosie's gone on to fly 52 missions. He's well and truly past his first tour, and well into his second. The rest of the 100th adore him and respect him as a leader; and Rosie adores them all right back.

Despite all of that, Rosie still seems like the same person - undemonstrative, and a little more heaviness to his shoulders perhaps, but that wide-eyed hope that I can make a difference hasn't faded.

#I NEED THEM TO BE FRIENDS SO BAD KFJWFKJ #also Rosie's perspective of THEM must be weird too bc like he meets them and the vibe is.... well its pretty macabre #like when rosie asks for advice its just *stay alive* and then all you can do *beat the odds* #and then for rosie's first three missions it's just literal hell where they lose both Bucky's #and then he sees them again after they survived *all of THAT* #i think rosie would have a lot of respect for them and look up to them a lot #my personal hc that despite all of them being majors rosie probably doesn't see himself on the same 'level' as the bucks #they tell him to stop calling them sir but rosie's just like omg they respect me back?????????? 🥺 #rosie rosenthal #buck cleven #bucky egan #robert rosenthal #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air #ch: rosie #ch: buck #ch: bucky #tv: masters of the air #jack talks

[two-ndborne]

they're yk.... coworkers. PARTNERS even! theyre a COUPLE of guys with a mutual friend .....

*tap for better quality

*rbs appreciated

#lowkey dont vibe w this drawing but i spent too long on it #sambucky #sambucky fanart #tfatws #tfatws fanart #fatws #fatws fanart #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanart #sam wilson #sam wilson fanart #mcu #mcu fanart #marvel #marvel fanart #fanart #digital art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #digital artist #medibang paint pro #drawing #art #mine

[katatonicimpression]

(I drew this instead of writing that Christmas fic lol)

#i will get round to it #probably #but also #the vibe of sam being all #ooh what a fun whimsical holiday thing #and bucky there super serious #'this is my shot' #'this is how i get my kiss' #idk i made myself laugh #sambucky #my sambucky art tag #doodle #christmas posting

[navybrat817]

Vacation with Bucky?

#navy's thirsty #sebastian stan #romanian menace #i love him your honor #my ❤️ and my 😻 #bucky barnes #metal arm husband #summer vibes #vacation #the rings #please sir #navy's muse inspiration #thirst with me #you know you wanna #are you reading my tags? #go drink some water #stay hydrated my friends

[amarriageoftrueminds]

steve probably spent a lot of time bedridden or in hospital, and playing cards have always been cheap. i bet he knows how to count cards, got invited to play cards with the other candidates at camp lehigh on their first night, sharked the game, and never got asked to play again.

Also offers up the possibility of Steve and Bucky playing as a team, during the war, with Bucky card-counting and secretly signalling, while Steve (the guy with the USO money) pulls the big dumb blonde act, ('oh look fellas, my bet came through! what're the odds!') with his big blue eyes all innocent, every time he strikes it rich.

Takes the Howlies ages to catch on (and they can still never work out how exactly Sarge is signalling!)

Steve's photographic memory would probably come in super useful for this too...

Also: imagine Bucky trying to keep bedridden Steve entertained by learning...😬...magic card tricks. Only half works because he's so appallingly bad at it that Steve ends up laughing himself into a coughing fit.

#toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #pre-serum steve ask #mcu meta #meta #stucky #steve meta #bucky meta #stucky meta #steve rogers #bucky barnes #historically accurate stucky tag #omg magician bucky the theater-nerd!sebstan vibes he's such a nerd he totally would #other possibility: steve knowing how to card-count but being bad at it.... before serum #him and bucky only finding out by accident when steve cleans up in a card game during the war... #and that's when they start up their card sharking team #and another reason it takes everybody so long to notice... #(other than how subtlely steve and buck can communicate with each o ther) #is because no one pays attention to bucky when THE captain america is around #yet each man queues the thing he loves

[johnslittlespoon]

GUYS i'm giggling. oneshot where john realizes he's unironically jealous of meatball.

grumbles when gale reaches down to pet meatball at breakfast and talks to him in a cutesy voice, instead of paying attention to john. it's like when a family introduces a new puppy to the old dog and the old dog gets jealous and feels like it's being replaced, except john is fully aware he's being ridiculous and should not be jealous of a literal dog but he's all huffy and catches himself viewing meatball as a RIVAL.

the realization on gale's face when he figures out why john's been in a mood since they brought meatball to base lmfaooo

#is this anything or am i yapping #idk but i'm going to write it #definitely crack-fic vibes but also john is so silly with his feelings #he would genuinely feel like meatball is stealing gale's attention #would start acting up to get gale to pay more attention to him #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon brainrot #john egan is dog coded

[becca-e-barnes]

Ok but what about submissive!dbf!bucky with a praise kink? Maybe one found accidentally? In the drabble where the reader wanted to say he was beautiful, what if she does and he just moans?? What if the word the reader is looking for is pretty? Imagine calling an older man pretty and he nearly finishes just from that?

Back to my current favourite, submissive!dbf!bucky bc I can't get enough of him rn, I have so much I want to talk about

Because ohhhh, I love the thought of him being so totally obsessed with going down on you, to the point that he'd almost do anything just for a taste of you.

And maybe he'd seen you in a pretty little dress at a get-together at your house. Maybe a birthday party or something. You had both been keeping up appearances, pretending nothing is going on between you because he's your father's best friend but he'd taken the risk and approached you, leaning over and whispering in your ear. "Next time I get you alone, I'm going to lick from your ankle to your cunt." That's all he says, his hand rests on your lower back and you barely feel the heat of it through your dress before it's gone again. God, you hope that's a promise.

Of course it is. As soon as he gets a chance to sneak away from everyone else the two of you are tiptoeing up the stairs to your bedroom. After a fierce few minutes of intensely making out, he's laid you gently onto the bed, pushing the skirt of your dress out of the way. He doesn't waste a second, his lips on the inside of your ankle, humming contently as he kisses his way up the expanse of bare skin.

For a man who's kissed every inch of your body, he never seems to get tired of it. His slight scruff scratches your skin and it's lovely to be reminded of how intensely he's worshipping your body.

"You look. So. Fucking. Breathtaking." The words are muffled against your skin, his lips trailing hungry kisses up to your knee. One of his hands holds your leg, keeping you still while the other slips higher under your skirt.

You brace yourself for the groan you know he's going to grace you with and when it comes, it doesn't disappoint. The fingertips of his index and pointer finger trail lazily across your bare sex, gliding easily thanks to the evidence of your arousal.

"No panties?" His fingers keep teasing you, trailing from your fluttering entrance to your clit and back again, giving himself time to decide where he wants to start.

"I took them off after you told me your plan and so far you've let me down." If this were any other night, he'd probably tell you to watch your mouth before he fills it but tonight is not that night. Tonight he's desperate to taste you; to walk back down those stairs, look you in the eyes for the rest of the evening, knowing he made you cum against his mouth and no one else in the room can tell. Then jerk off to the memory tonight when he's back in his own bed.

He wastes no more time after that, flattening his tongue against your ankle and purposefully trailing it up your leg to your knee, then on up your thigh. At the same time, he eases his two fingers inside you, curling them against the soft, velvety wall of your cunt.

You hold the skirt of your dress out of the way so you can see him latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking gently and flicking his tongue while he curls his fingers inside you.

This is fucking magical. You know his mouth is flooded with the taste of you, your fingers tangled in his hair to keep his mouth pressed against you. "Fuck, that's perfect." It's the only way to describe the sensation of his mouth and fingers working you in tandem.

He's lost in it. His eyes are closed in concentration, determined to give you what you need. He needs to please you and it's not a need you've instilled in him. It's one he's always had.

"You're so pretty, do you know that?" It's bouncing around in your head and you feel like you need to say it.

He groans against your sex and you don't think anything of it until he mumbles "Please don't call me that. Not right now." His fingers work you faster but your hazy, pleasure addled brain still manages to ask him why.

" 'Cause sweetheart, I don't want to cum in these trousers. I don't have a change of clothes. Didn't even know I was into that." He sounds smaller, almost pleading with you, palming his cock through his dark jeans.

"But you're gorgeous, Buck. You have no idea how pretty you are with your head between my legs." The moan he emits is so rewarding you swear you could get off on that alone, never mind his renewed need to make you finish quickly before you get him to a point of desperation.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend!bucky #sub!dbf!bucky #sub!bucky #this brings 'touch tank' by Quinnie to mind #I wrote a piece for work this week and I'm stupidly excited for it to be printed #it was just like 400 words for a brochure #but it's the very top of the first page on that brochure #so it's the first thing people will read #I really like the tone it sets #I have the coolest outfit for the event I'm presenting at this week #I've got a black jumpsuit that's off one shoulder #AND IT'S GOT A LITTLE CAPE ATTACHED #it's so pretty #just a shame my hairdresser can't take me until next week 😭 #and on the house search I've found another one I like so I've got my good vibes back