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#Stucky headcanon
stuckyfingers · 3 months
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Characters who lowkey canonically ship Stucky
Natasha ( "I know how much he means to you")
Sam ("when do we start")
Sharon ("Mr. America")
T'Challa (literally everything he's done for them)
Shuri (definitely gave Bucky the makeover to impress Steve in IW)
Erskine (chose Steve after seeing him argue with his bf)
Rumlow ("your pal, your buddy, your bucky")
Zemo (the whole premise of his evil plan)
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the-baby-gronckle · 3 months
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bucky barnes HATES captain america. absolutely Loathes captain america and its been a thing since the '40s. the commandos had a notebook that they kept whered theyd write down the best quote from whatever angry rant about captain america that sarge was on.
it carries over in the 21st century too. its my full belief that bucky makes a twitter with the handle '#1 captain america anti'. he gets shit for it bc of the history as the winter soldier but he doesnt care. he Hates captain america and its a hill he will die on. hell talk about it to anyone who will listen, and even those who won't.
steve rogers though? goddamn, does he love that guy
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rusted-soldier · 4 months
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Thinking about how Steve must have felt the first time Bucky felt safe enough to be unarmed in their apartment; he usually carries around a knife up his sleeve or in his thigh holster - both on bad days - but then one morning Steve sees that Bucky left them on the bedside table and found him in the kitchen getting breakfast for Alpine, trusting that no one will hurt him here.
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lavenderpanic · 6 months
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I just know I JUST KNOW Bucky has a multi-step shower routine with shampoo and hair masks and conditioner, all in very sweet, coordinating scents, and he exfoliates and uses like two different types of body wash and he comes out of the shower after two hours smelling like almond and rose and Steve just douses himself head to toe in 17-in-1 soap and is in and out in five minutes.
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steveybucky · 20 days
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yall ever think about how preserum steve was probably extremely cold natured and felt cold all the time and bucky would wrap his arms around him to help warm him up and Steve would bury himself deeply in bucky’s embrace to chase the warmth that is Bucky 😭
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lavenderbuckyy · 9 months
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soft stucky thoughts
bucky calling steve "ducky" because of how his blond hair sticks up like a duckling's
the two of them having comfort books that are very special to them
reading each other to sleep after one has a nightmare
forehead kisses
wedding rings engraved with till the end of the line
wearing the other's dog tags
having after-mission routines to help them unwind, like washing each other's hair or spooning
having each other's picture in their wallet
shared memories of how brooklyn used to look: the diners, the greengrocer's, the stray cat that hung around their alleyway
linked pinky fingers
holding hands wherever they go
steve playing with bucky's hair
bucky massaging steve's shoulders after a long day
just them being in love forever <3
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hainethehero · 1 month
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"Nothing happened in the way I wanted, every corner of this house is haunted, and I know you said that we're not talkin', but I miss you, I'm sorry..." -Gracie Abrams
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do u guys think that Steve and Bucky sang WAP at Avengers karaoke night just to see the look on Tony’s face
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Bucky and Steve both hate the cold. Bucky because of the fall and cryo, Steve because of the ice.
Steve sleeps under several heated blankets, and thinks they're the greatest invention in the past 70 years, with the exception of the polio vaccine.
Everyone thinks that Bucky's coffee addiction is somehow related to the fact that he always looks exhausted, but it's really because the warm mug feels good in his hands, and the drink heats his chest.
Steve keeps the apartment unreasonably warm, and even though he constantly complains about the cost of utilities, he refuses to turn the heater down.
Bucky regularly sticks his hands under Steve's shirt, resting them on his stomach or back when he hugs him, because Steve's metabolism makes him run hot. Steve couldn't mind less.
Steve and Bucky regularly sleep in a sort of tangled heap on the couch or in bed, sharing body heat.
A good deal of Bucky's closet is jackets, partially to hide the metal arm when he doesn't feel like being stared at by strangers, and partially because they're life savers in the cold New York winter.
Steve avoids going outside for runs in the winter, and instead ends up in a local gym, which is significantly more inconvenient but a helluva lot warmer.
In the summer, Bucky will sit out on the fire escape and just let the sun soak into his skin. Steve joins him sometimes.
Steve is constantly looking for new ways to keep Bucky comfortable, whether that's by keeping the coffee maker full, slipping new sweaters into his closet, or adding a new blanket to the pile he uses as a sort of floor nest on bad nights.
Bucky inadvertently trained Alpine to sleep on his chest, because she's warm and keeps him warm. Steve's camera roll is full of pictures of the two of them like that.
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turtle-steverogers · 10 months
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growing up, steve loved flowers. loved the way they bloomed throughout the year. loved the way the colors seemed bright and boisterous in the middle of the city-- a little oasis in the cracks of the pavement. 
he took the time to learn how to identify different flowers, taking books out from the library and absorbing all sorts of facts. he starts picking them whenever he’s walking in the city, bending down and inspecting flowers as he comes across them. plucking them up and pocketing particularly beautiful ones to bring home to his ma or give to bucky and the barnes family. 
bucky thinks that might have been the first of many times he truly fell in love with steve, watching him, all of seven years old, quietly kneeling down to look at a flower, a small private smile on his face. murmuring the species to himself, and plucking it up with that quiet, thoughtful steve look on his face. 
and a lifetime later, when steve pauses to pick a flower on their way home from the coffee shop down the street, bucky thinks he was doomed from the start when he fell flat on his face for the back of steve’s head. 
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fizzy-dizzie · 4 months
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God I loooove artist Steve.
I think its one of his love languages, personally. Like, giving drawings a as a gift, drawing loved ones, leaving little drawings around the place as reminders or to cheer people up.
Back in the 40s during the winter when he'd be too sick to work, but well enough to sit up, he'd draw Bucky something.
Whenever he says thank you and apologize for being sick and not being able to provide like Buck can, he always assures Steve that its important for him to rest and that its THEIR money, not just Bucky's and how he'd much rather Steve stay healthy then go work and get worse.
Of course that's lovely of Buck, but that doesn't resolve his sense of utter gratitude for Bucky working to keep them both afloat, so he draws him pictures. He tries to keep it fresh but its hard in a little apartment, its usually whatever he can spy from the windows. Skyline, Birds, People walking, the occasional ally cat, anywhere he can see beauty.
And god knows Bucky just dies whenever he gets one, ranting and raving about how gorgeous it is and how he always captures such life and can manage to make anything look pretty if he tried. He started hanging them up in his room with tape and has his own little art wall in his room.
A lot of Steve's old works were lost to time in the modern day, so after he got Bucky back, he figured starting up a new art wall might be beneficial for him. Obviously Steve is busy with Captain America but when he can he'll sit and draw in his much nicer, much fancier, modern apartment.
It was nice for Steve to have a purpose behind drawing, finding time just to do it for personal fun felt unjustified but for Bucky, well if something helped Buck, he'd make all the time in the world.
When he gave Bucky the first drawing of potentially many, he didn't talk for a while. He was still on the path of recovery and Steve wasn't even sure if he remembered that he liked to draw.
After a long silence, he pondered aloud if Bucky remembered the art wall in their old apartment, 'its okay if you don't'
Bucky looked like he was trying, really trying to remember. He wanted to remember so badly.
Steve reassured it was alright, of course its okay. Its not just to remember, he figured if Bucky liked them-
And he hadn't seen Bucky so lively in a while. Head snapping up and eyes wide 'You gotta be kidding Steve, like them? This is amazing.' he shook his head and a moment passed, 'I remember you, sitting at the kitchen counter in our old apartment, always drawing whenever you could, right?'
Steve nodded, he could feel himself getting a little emotional. " yeah Buck, whenever I could," he laughed, "mostly of you."
Bucky really looked frustrated with himself at that. Steve had to clarify he wouldn't remember anyway, Steve never showed him any.
'Guess you'll have to draw me some I can see then.' Bucky huffed, some soft banter behind his tone.
Steve smiled, "Guess I will."
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buckymorelikefuckme · 11 months
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playing pool with bucky and steve at a bar and you’re doing much better than they anticipated but are entirely distracted by the way you bend to aim and take your shot, especially when you have to hike your leg up on the side of the pool table at one point bc you can’t reach the shot properly otherwise, and then they’re stuck staring at the way your ass strains against your denim cut-off shorts and how it tapers enticingly into your waist, how you’re poised on your tip toes, and god all they can think about is taking turns behind you in a completely different scenario
and the whole time you’re smiling to yourself bc you know they’re so close to giving in finally
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livingoutload · 1 year
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Thinking about Steve giving Bucky increasingly weird nicknames that all have the initial BB. Examples include
- Baby Boy
- Bucky Bear
- Baked Bean
- Biscuit Barrel
- BBQ beef
and any more increasingly weird names….
Does Bucky like it? He insists not, but the way he blushes every time says otherwise
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rusted-soldier · 11 months
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In order to have a normal day, try not to imagine Bucky teaching Steve how to dance outside of a music hall in the last rays of daylight in the 30s and then Steve teaching Bucky how to dance decades later at midnight in their apartment to the same songs.
Just don’t think about it.
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lavenderpanic · 6 months
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Bucky likes sweet smells like vanilla and rose and almond and Steve likes smells like orange and cinnamon and pine.
Bucky loves doing yoga and he even bought a little mat for Alpine to lay on next to him while he does yoga because she always tries to lay with him when he’s stretching.
Steve and Bucky order takeout every Friday and compete to see who can choose the worst, cringiest, corniest, most god-awful rom coms. Steve likes Thai and Bucky likes Chinese takeout.
Steve likes to pretend he doesn’t like Alpine, but she absolutely has him wrapped around her little paw. Bucky constantly hears Steve doting over her from the other room and pretends not to hear.
Steve and Bucky hung up string lights for the holidays and never took them down because alpine became obsessed with them.
Bucky loves the aquarium. He goes at least monthly, if not more.
Steve grows out his beard specifically because he knows Bucky likes the feeling and look of the stubble. He always denies that he does it on purpose, though, which aggravates the shit out of Bucky (until they make out and Bucky forgets all about it).
Bucky is absolutely obsessed with touching Steve. His hands are constantly rubbing Steve’s shoulder, playing with his hair, he presses his side fully against Steve’s when they’re sitting next to each other, he intertwines their legs under the table, he wraps his hand around Steve’s forearm when Steve is driving.
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babyjakes · 2 years
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a natural.
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event | kinktober 2021
prompt | eating out
summary | bucky lets steve use you as practice for going down on a girl.
pairing | dark!stucky x reader
warnings | dark steve and bucky(steve’s relatively soft, bucky a little less), noncon, bucky holds reader down(restraining), set in the forties before the freeze (but after steve becomes supersoldier)? if that matters?, implied that reader is bucky’s partner unwillingly (idk i didn’t choose to elaborate so whatever you prefer to imagine for those circumstances), steve “doesn’t know how to eat pussy” but then destroys reader’s, fingering, eating out, forced orgasm, crying, one (?) slap, praise, slight!jealousy from steve
word count | 1,214
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an | wooh i just love something about like bucky having to explain so descriptively and steve being so eager to make you cum, like can you imagine :’-) also idk if it matters that this is set before the freeze but i just like the aesthetic of forties!stucky for this one. also wow this one also ended up super long oops :^) anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
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“Shit, Bucky. She’s even prettier in person.”
Though you’re putting up the best fight you can, you’re no match for the two supersoldiers holding you down to the bed as you thrash and writhe pathetically; with frustration settling on his face to mix with his disappointment, Bucky tsks at you. “Come on, y/n. Give it up; you know you’re not getting out of this.”
“Please-” you try to beg once more, but with exhaustion settling in over you as Bucky secures you to his chest from behind with his arms wrapped around you, you know the outcome is getting bleaker by the moment.
“S'alright doll,” Steve tries to sate you, noticeably more impacted by your tears and protests than his friend, “just gonna make you feel good.”
“That’s right, so for fuck’s sake, would you quit squirming,” Bucky demands, his grip tightening on you as he manages to raise a hand to strike swiftly across your tear-soaked cheek. Heat rises immediately to flood the battered flesh, a frightened whimper escaping your lips as you fall limp against the pair, earning a hum of content from the dark-haired man behind you. “That’s better,” he sighs in relief. “Now go ahead, pal. Lift up her skirt, I made sure she’s got nothin’ on under there.”
Steve pauses for a moment to lock his eyes with yours, a hand reaching out almost appearing to offer peace as he nods. “Alright. Just relax, sweetheart,” he attempts to soothe you, taking the fabric of your skirt lightly and flipping it up to reveal your bare thighs. Your knees close instinctively, but Bucky’s quick to grab one in each hand, prying you open to give Steve easy access.
Now completely exposed to the cool air of the room, your pussy quivers in anticipation. Eyes drifting to your glistening heat, Steve’s mouth beginning to water as he lowers his head to take a closer look. “Fuck,” he mutters, his large length bulging visibly through his pants. Though you’re no expert on all the technicalities of what the serum did to him, it’s clear now that the young man’s muscles weren’t nearly the only thing enhanced by the experiment.
“She wet?” Bucky asks from behind you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs beginning to ache.
“Just barely,” Steve hums, still seeming half in a daze from the magnificent sight of your sex.
“You’re gonna wanna use some spit then,” Bucky advises. “C'mon doll, be a good girl and open up for Stevie.” Feeling the pressure increase through his grip on you, you’re quick to obey him. Eyes still wide, Steve gently slips his pointer and middle finger between your lips, a low groan rising through his throat as you provide him your saliva. “Now spread it around down there, over the opening,” Bucky continues.
Doing as his friend’s instructed, Steve brings his spit-covered fingers down to drag over your slit, his fingertips just barely teasing at your opening as his brow slants in concentration. “Start with one finger; work a little in at a time,” Bucky says.
“Alright doll,” Steve breathes, gently beginning to ease his middle finger into you. “Shit,” he mumbles as you struggle to take the insertion, “so fuckin’ tight.”
“Yeah, she’ll take some warming up,” Bucky chuckles, straining your legs a bit further apart to make it easier for his friend as he pumps in the length of just one knuckle, then working up to a second, his motions careful, cautious. Though he hasn’t said it, it’s clear Steve’s worried about hurting you given the size of his fingers. “There you go,” Bucky murmurs approvingly, glancing over your shoulder to watch as your cunt’s slowly opened up. “You can work a little faster now, and you can probably fit the whole finger in.”
Nodding, Steve picks up his pace ever-so-slightly, the full length of his digit now filling you up each time he presses inside you. “That okay, princess?” he asks, his eyes raising back up to meet yours. Trying to keep from moaning out, you simply nod, a look of relief washing over Steve as he dares to go even a bit faster.
“Now would be a good time to add your mouth,” Bucky tells him. “Find her clit up where her lips join together, looks like a little bead peaking out from between the folds. You’re gonna wanna work it with your tongue; sucking on it’s usually the best way to go.”
Licking his lips, Steve lowers his face to meet your mound, his nose bumping against it gently as he runs his tongue over your engorged flesh, the soft sensation sending tingles running up from your toes. “There, that’s it,” Bucky encourages, “look at that, she’s opening right up for you.” Steve only hums in agreement, the warmth of his breath against you only causing your wetness to grow as his finger works inside of you. When his lips find your bundle of nerves and close in to begin suckling, you can’t hold back your response; a heated whine escapes you as the tender bud is worked by the man’s mouth, a familiar fullness beginning to build in your belly.
“Oh- St-Steve,” you whimper, your hands coming up to cover your face in embarrassment. Keeping his lips locked on your clit, the blonde starts pumping faster in and out of your pussy with his fingers, not even needing Bucky’s instruction to know when you’re finally ready for a second. As the pads of his fingers work perfectly up against your soft spongey ceiling, you can feel your climax building inside you, your breaths starting to stagger as you grip the sheets beneath you in anticipation.
“There she goes, she’s almost there,” Bucky sings, his hands abandoning your legs to come up and cup your breasts through your shirt. “Keep goin’, pal. She’s about to cum- don’t worry, you’ll feel it when it happens.”
“Steve, B-Bucky,” you stammer, your head throbbing in pleasure as your peak approaches.
“C'mon, doll. Cum for me,” Steve pants against your button, his words the exact push you need to be thrown over the edge as you clench down brutally against his fingers, your toes curling up almost painfully as your orgasm tears through you.
“Fuck, that’s my girl,” Bucky praises as Steve nurses your clit, his fingers struggling to continue pounding into you as you ride out your high. The intensity lasts for several moments, and only when you’ve finally begun to come down does Steve slow his movements, his lips ceasing from around your puffy flesh as he raises his head to look at you, adoration shining in his eyes.
“Pull out carefully,” Bucky tells him. “She’s sensitive now.” Steve’s careful to do so, surprising both you and the man behind you by bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth to lick off the juices.
“How’d I do?” he asks.
“I’d say you’re a natural,” Bucky decides, his hands now rubbing gently over your chest as you breathe heavily against him. “Though I’ll warn you now, whatever girl you practice on next will have nothing on y/n.”
“I’m sure you’re right, pal,” Steve agrees with a nod, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes as he glances at the two of you before him.
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