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POV: Your camera roll if you're dating Bucky Barnes

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i love you lots.

-james

oh wtf okay i’mgonna sob ilove uu <\\3

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If you see me going in and out of his office MIND YOUR BUSINESS

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hi! my blurb requests are open for bucky, i have a few sitting but i want something a bit easier, preferably smut ideas, feel free 2 send some ♡

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sorry i overreacted i had no idea everything would be fine

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idk how you feel about it but pegging bucky to the point of tears..

- 🐏 anon (if it isn’t taken!!)

(YES GAWD SUB BUCKY PROPAGANDA IS WORKING)

omfg, bucky’s so good when he’s like this.

he tries, god does he try to keep that tight-lipped, hardened soldier mask in place, jaw clenched, hands twisted in the sheets like he’s fighting deployment-grade torture. but it doesn’t last. never does. not when you’ve got him on his stomach, flushed out, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, face hidden against the pillow like that’ll muffle those pathetic little noises slipping from his throat.

you start slow, steady, making him feel every inch of it. and it’s so much — you can tell by the way his thighs tremble, the sharp, broken gasp that rips from his lips the second you bottom out. he chokes on it, back arching like a bowstring, and god, it’s so fucking good. watching that last thread of composure snap.

the first few thrusts are shallow, teasing. you like watching him squirm. like hearing him bite back those soft, desperate little “fuck— f-fuck— please—” sounds, like he doesn’t want to admit how good it feels. like he still thinks he has something to prove.

and then you angle your hips just right, grind down, and it wrecks him. his metal hand spasms against the headboard, knuckles going white, and the sound he makes is high, wrecked, downright shameless. his whole body jolts, flushed pink down to his chest, sweat shining across his shoulders.

“you’re— fuck— you’re g-gonna kill me,” he stammers out, voice cracking halfway through.

but he’s not telling you to stop.

no, he’s already pushing his hips back into you, needy little thing.

so you fuck him deeper, harder, pace relentless now, and that’s when it happens — his face crumples. those storm-blue eyes glass over, blinking fast as tears well up and spill down his cheeks, streaking wet through the sweat. he’s sobbing outright, babbling nonsense now between broken moans and whimpers, and you swear you’ve never seen him look more beautiful.

“good boy,” you murmur, voice low, leaning in to press your lips to his shoulder, tasting salt and heat. “look at you. fallin’ apart so fuckin’ pretty for me.”

and he doesn’t stop.

doesn’t beg for mercy, doesn’t pull away.

he takes it, lets you use him, lets you fuck him deep and mean and possessive, like you’re trying to stake your claim in his bones. tears keep slipping down his face, soft little sobs shaking his chest, and by the time you reach down to stroke him, he’s barely able to form words.

“p-please… please… wanna… fuck— can’t, can’t hold it—”

you don’t let him, but he tenses. not used to being calledsomething as soft as pretty!

not yet.

not until he’s nothing but wrecked, trembling limbs and wet cheeks and a cock leaking so much it’s pooling beneath him.

and when you finally give it to him — when you order him to cum, voice sharp, possessive, yours — the sound he makes is the sweetest fucking thing you’ve ever heard. a raw, cracked sob of your name, like it’s the only word left in his vocabulary.

he won’t be able to look you in the eye after.

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some of you aren’t even perverts you just have normal sexual desires that you are ashamed of

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need him to kiss me like this so bad

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person who sent me somno camboy….im thinking things. thoughts are brewing. this is a good one for a fic. might have to jump right on my docs for this…

cause wdym you wake up to feeling something bigger than his cock stretch your cunt open in your sleep, and you feel a tiny vibration on your clit.

wdym you hear him grunting and groaning and saying, “isn’t she pretty?” or “shh…don’t let me get carried away guys…”

wdym you look behind you and see him stroking his cock with the other hand as there’s phone stand propped up and his phone is recording while he’s pushing this dildo in and out of you

and wdym he goes, “hey sweetheart, just go back to sleep yeah? daddy’ll take care of you.” and you do. you rest your head back on the pillow and let him continue

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old man bucky blurb ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

cw: age gaps, erectile dysfunyion, old man-isms

Problems where going to happen eventually. You don’t get to be a hundred something without a few complications. A few complications as in Bucky, for the life of him, can’t get hard. You were laying there so pretty, like a present waiting to be unwrapped, you’re probably sitting there confused when he immediately retreated to the bathroom. He can imagine that cute puppy dog look you’re sporting and it garners a throb. He too stubborn for viagra, or any other stupid medication. He can get it up the old fashioned way goddammit! Bucky thinks about your cute face, your soft skin, the way your hair smells, snaking his hand down the front of his boxers, giving his cock a few tugs, he actually manages a semi, he wants to bash his head into the mirror.

Bucky meets you back in bed, he tells himself he just needs a little more motivation. Some kisses, soft touches and fondling, it’ll be fine. It’s not fucking fine. “Hi.” He whispers breathily, almost shy, “Sorry I kept you waiting.” he murmurs, looming over you. “‘S okay, didn’t feel long.” You’re quick to reassure, looping your arms around him. “I—I don’t think it’s gonna happen tonight.” He says solemnly, he feels disappointed with himself. You’re young and still have a libido and needs, he wouldn’t, doesn’t, leave you hanging, he still has a working hand and mouth. Bucky just gets sulky with himself, but hearing the soft echo of your laugh soothes his frayed nerves. “Honey…it’s fine, notta big deal.” You say stroking his chestnut hair. You could never be upset with him, you knew what you were signing up for, and he’s never made you feel bad when you’re not in the mood for sex. “You look so pretty, I want you to know that, it’s not you, it’s me.” You laugh again at his cheesy phrase, giving him an affectionate squeeze.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I really am sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be.” You seal it with a kiss, cupping his stubbly chin. You squeeze him tight, he likes feeling your tits squished against head. This is good too, not as good as sinking his cock in your warm cunt, but a close second. He feels 103 all over again, truly, you keep him young.

dividers by @uzmacchiato

a/n: this was saved so long in my drafts for a reason

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heavy in your arms

Summary: Bucky has big arms. And you've been dreaming about losing yourself in them since you saw him for the first time. Inspo: beefy!bucky wrapping his bicep around your neck to pull you flush to his chest while he pounds into you deliciously Pairing: beefy!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warnings/tags: smut; porn without plot; breath play (kinda); arm kink; chocking kink; silent play; p in v; unprotected sex; praise kink (reader); no use of Y/N Word count: 2.6k Notes: quick drabble i wrote in like two hours because i couldn't stop thinking about this post by @fckmebarnes

You’re not entirely sure how you got to tonight’s events.

You met Bucky Barnes a few months ago in a local market. He seemed lost. Like buying tomatoes and plums from a sweet vendor on the street was the hardest chore someone could do in a lifetime. You approached. He looked uneasy, pulled away. You spoke, soft and tender. He barely answered. American. 

But you saw each other again. And again. And again, on the same market. At some point, you wondered if he would come just to see you. One day, you invited him to your home. You didn’t think he would say yes, but he did.

You know his name. He’s hiding something dark, deep, and he’s got a shiny metal arm instead of a left human arm. All the rest of him is… normal. He’s quiet, quieter than should be comfortable, but you’re okay with it. And his presence in your home comes like a balm. Becomes a routine. He comes over once a week, you make him his favorite soup. He always looks tired.

Then, tonight, something shifted. You made a comment about his arms. His big fucking arms, because, God, he’s muscular and big, so much bigger than you. And you’ve wondered what it would be like to lose yourself in those arms, to have them wrapped around you as he fucked you into oblivion, until you forgot yourself.

You’re both in the living room, and Bucky is the first to reach forward, towards you. He’s careful in his motion, but firm, his body moving with a certain precision. Flesh hand, warm, wraps around your smaller right wrist and tugs you closer, until your bodies are practically touching. Every inch of him on every inch of you - almost.

His icy blue eyes trail over your features like he’s studying you, learning, memorizing. They are directly locked into your own eyes for a moment, holding your gaze, and you think you detect something behind that look, like he’s about to say something, but decides against it. Then his eyes are on your cheeks, taking in the pinkish tone on your skin, and then lower, on your lips. Plump, a little trembling, as if they are begging to be kissed. To be devoured by his own. You don’t need to ask it out loud. Bucky’s memories are scattered across the continents, but the look on your face - the want - that one he recognizes.

His body towers over yours and he starts to lean down, and you still catch the moment he starts to close his eyes. And then, a hairsbreadth later, his lips are pressing to yours. The kiss isn’t tender, isn’t sweet. You didn’t expect sweetness from him, anyway.

Bucky is hungry and he kisses you exactly like a man starving. When was the last time his lips were on someone else’s willingly? When was the last time he felt like his body really was his own? He’s not sure he remembers, but this, right here, your small, fragile body on his - it feels good.

Your lips move together, hard and hungry, and he tastes like alcohol and fruit and the mixture is strange on your tongue but not unpleasant. He licks over your lips, inviting himself into your mouth before his tongue slides past your lips and tastes all of you. His flesh hand is still holding on to your wrist, but when he kisses you like that you moan and instantly, his hand moves to grip your hip tight. Bucky holds you hard against his body, and already you feel the outline of his hard cock through his jeans. Your hips roll forward, teasing, seeking friction, and he makes a noise into your mouth which you swallow like it’s your own.

Bucky breaks the kiss for a moment to search for air, and he takes in the sight of your flustered face. He seems proud of the work he’s done, metal arm reaching up and craddling your cheek as his thumb rubs over the reddened skin.

“You’re beautiful.”, he says, and his voice is rough with desire. You open your mouth to say something, but Bucky catches your lips in another lustful kiss that leaves you breathless before you can get a word out. Then he’s pulling away again. “No, love. No speaking unless I ask you to.” His head lowers and you think he’s about to kiss you again but instead his head dips between your neck and your shoulder and he licks a strip across your neck. Then, his teeth are digging into the skin before he sucks it into his mouth and that elicits another moan from you. His hand on your hip tightens and he groans in disapproval. “No noises either, love. You don’t make a sound. Do you understand?” You’re a quick learner, because his question doesn’t receive a spoken answer. Instead, you simply nod, your body already slightly trembling under his hold. “Good. Such a good girl for me.”

His words bleed into your ears like acid, burning their way through every inch of your skin, crawling, a brand being placed upon you. Such a good girl for me. It echoes inside of you, and you can imagine that, many moons from now, those words will still be glued to you like they are a part of your core.

Bucky is still kissing your neck, and his teeth graze the skin ever so slightly a couple of times. He’s testing you, testing your restraint. And you provide nothing. Not a single sound, only your eyes rolling into the back of your head, back arching slightly into him. He’s hot and warm and built like a wall - firm, big, his muscles so big they completely crowd your every sense. There is so much of him. Standing tall and strong, the red henley strained against his arms as his muscles flex as he grips you tight. And your mind is spiraling, because you had to be blind to not notice how big he was, but now, this close, you feel so small in comparison, so breakable. And you are sure he could break you if he wanted to. You’re not entirely sure he isn’t doing that, right now, just in an entirely different way.

You almost mewl in disappointment when Bucky momentarily pulls away from you, but you don’t, and he takes notice. You’re being such a good girl, and he’s never been quite this turned on, even though you’ve barely done anything at all. Both his hands move to the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head before discarding it somewhere in the living room. Then he’s walking forward, and you walk backwards, and somehow, you end up with your back against the couch. Bucky is grinning at you. Not a full grin, no, but a delicious half-smile, confident he’s tearing you apart bit by bit. His eyes are skimming over your torso, landing on your black lacy bra and he can’t help but immediately move his flesh hand to massage one of your breasts, grabbing, the size of it perfect in his big palm. His thumb brushes the soft material of the bra to the side, just enough to free your hardened nipple and he plays with it between his fingers. 

You still don’t make a sound. God, it’s the hardest thing you’ve done all your life - not making a sound when he’s teasing you like this. But you’re a good girl. You can be good for him.

“Love-”, Bucky breathes and he kisses over the expanse of your chest. “Tell me how you’re feeling.” His voice isn’t demanding like the rest of his body is right now, but it’s rough enough to make it clear he needs an answer.

“So good.” 

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A while later, you’re both naked, Bucky stroking your bare back with his fingers as you suck in a breath.

You are slightly bent over your couch, legs spread, and your arousal is slowly dripping down the inside of your thigh. Bucky catches some of it in his fingers and uses it to stroke his cock as he looks at you. 

What a sight to behold. You, spread out for him. Wanting, needing, not making a damn sound, like he asked you to. The imagery makes his cock twitch in his hand and he has to take a deep breath, slow his thoughts, otherwise he’d be gone before this even started. 

Bucky runs his metal hand over your hip, around the base of your back, so close to your ass, and his touch is reverent, like he physically needs to touch every inch of skin to make this perfect. Then, the tip of his cock is pressing against your folds, and the intrusion is most welcomed. Your hips roll back into him, and Bucky rests both hands on your hips to stop your movement.

“Don’t be greedy.”, he breathes, but in the next second he’s slowly sinking himself inside of you. His cock stretches you out and you grip the edges of the couch hard, so hard maybe you’ll leave nail marks afterwards, because it’s the only way you can stop yourself from making a sound. Sweat coats your body, and his, and his metal arm circles your waist, gently pressing against your stomach to keep you pressed tight to him as he sinks deeper, and deeper, until he’s fully seated inside of you.

Bucky groans and it’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard in your life. He doesn’t remember any other feeling quite like the feeling of being buried so deep inside of you. Your pussy feels divine, wet and warm, gripping him like a vice. It feels like it’s singing to him, a goddamn siren song, and he will never be able to leave again. 

“Oh, fuck, love- so tight.”, Bucky says, half a whimper, and he gives one tentative thrust. And you feel it then - his body shaking against yours. “Tell me this feels good. Tell me you want this.” Bucky’s pleading, a small contrast to the way he’s handling you, and you let out a soft gasp you had been holding on.

“Please, Bucky, I want you. I want you so bad.”, you respond, and the arousal in your voice is confirmation enough that you’re not lying. “Please, your cock feels so fucking good-”

And then your sentence is interrupted, because Bucky slides his flesh arm around your neck, hard bicep wrapped around you as he pulls you flush to his chest. He uses his knee to lift one of your legs from behind, resting it against the back of the couch, and then he starts fucking into you, thrusts slow, hard, deep, his bicep pressed so hard around your neck that you feel almost light headed. The grip of his arm is not enough to take your breath away, but it is enough to hold you in place, to stop you from moving, from doing anything at all. Anything but moan for him. You’re not sure he wants you to right now, but you can’t really hold it back when his cock is buried so deep, hitting every sweet spot, his balls slapping against your ass in a slow, sensual rhythm that sends you flying.

“Bad girl.”, he moans into your ear, but he doesn’t make a move to stop, and instead, fucks you through it, a little harder, a little deeper. “Making noise when I told you to be quiet.”, he continues speaking, voice hoarse, but his hips don’t snap out of their rhythm, and so you still moan. One of your hands comes up from the back of the couch and you drag your nails over his large arm, the one wrapped around your neck, and his hips stutter for half a second. “Naughty. And I fucking love it.”

He angles his hips better, lifts your leg a little higher with his knee and then he’s changing the pace, his cock driving in and out of you a little faster. The noises coming out of you are pure filth, obscene, and you’re glad he isn’t asking you to be quiet now, because you don’t think you could. Bucky’s lips drop to your neck, and he kisses the soft skin as his metal fingers slide down your stomach and start rubbing circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. He feels you trembling in his arms and he tightens the arm around your neck, keeping you more in place.

“I’ve got you, love.”, he moans against your neck, and his metal hand doesn’t stop, his hips don’t stop and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your moans. “You’re so amazing. Could stay inside this tight pussy for hours.” Your body shudders against him, teeth digging into your bottom lip as his filthy praise makes his way into you. God, you want, need, more of this, more of him. 

But he has you pressed flush against his chest, against his body, and you’re his to take. He doesn’t let you move anything other than your arms, everything else in his total control. And you love it, you’d beg for it if he made you.

His metal fingers fasten the movements on your clit, and the cold metal feels perfect against the heat of your folds, so perfect. Your stomach feels tight, muscles coiled with the pressure of the orgasm that is building right in the back of your gut, spreading over your every limb, expanding and threatening to make a mess out of you. Bucky feels it, feels your walls clutching around his cock and it only spurs him on. His hips snap faster, fucking you with renewed vigor and his lips trail from your neck to your ear, whispering all the filthy things you seem to love.

“Gonna cum so hard inside this pretty pussy.”, he says and you whimper. He responds to that by thrusting particularly hard inside of you. “So good for me. My favorite girl. You gonna cum for me, love? Gonna cum all over my cock? Let me feel you.” 

Your arms are clawing at the bicep still tightly wrapped around your neck, not because you want him to move it but because you need to hold on to something as you come apart, in all senses of the word. “Bucky, I’m so close- please don’t stop.”

He wasn’t planning to. 

And shortly after, he tips you over the edge. You see white, your mouth opening to let out a strangled gasp as your orgasm washes over you and your whole body trembles against Bucky. He whispers soft praise into your ear as you cum, hold you through every spasm and moan, flush against his chest, and his hips don’t falter. He fucks you fast and hard and hot until you’re going limp in his body, and then he thrusts a couple more times, his rhythm broken, before he curses your name under his breath and spills himself inside of you, his seed filling your pussy to the brim. 

For another minute he just fucks lazily into you, like he’s just making sure no second of his or your orgasm go to waste. His arm around your neck loosens up and it seems like he’s about to move it completely out of the way, but you hold on to it. You feel his gaze on you, almost confused.

“Don’t move.” You ask, a little pleading. Your eyes are closed as you try to get your breathing back to normal. “Stay. For a while.”

He does.

For a while.

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Im in my ovulation phase rn and i cant help but think about bucky just teasing the reader by just rubbing it and no penetration then suddenly he slips in because he cannot just stand it anymore😩 maybe put the reader in ovulation phase too? Thank you so much!

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“Bucky please,” you whine as he rubs his huge, leaking cock through your folds yet again, your juices coating him as you beg for the one thing you’ve been craving since he arrived home 2 hours ago.

He chuckles lowly at your pleading, “please what, sweetheart?” You know that he knows exactly what you want - he’s been teasing like this for 15 minutes now - and although he also wants to be inside you desperately, to feel your tight pussy squeezing his cock, he’s enjoying seeing you like this too much. He enjoys the sounds of your sweet whines and your begging.

“I need you inside me,” you pout, bucking your hips for more friction along his painfully hard cock. Being in your ovulation phase made the teasing so much worse than usual; your pussy was also begging for more. By the amount Bucky’s cock was leaking with his sticky pre-cum, you know he was just as desperate.

You rub your clit, desperate for something more, and although Bucky doesn’t usually allow this without permission, he was becoming increasingly desperate as the seconds passed; he just couldn’t help how much he loved to see how desperate you become. To hear you beg for his cock to stretch out your pussy perfectly.

Despite wanting to continue teasing, he couldn’t take it anymore, he slowly pushes into your dripping heat; savouring the beautiful noises that you make. He drops down as he pushes every inch into you; kissing your neck slowly until he is finally balls deep inside you.

“Oh fuck-“ he mutters under his breath, planting a few more kisses on your neck and a couple on your lips. He starts off slowly; your slick acting as lube, making it easy for him to thrust into your At a slow, but hard pace.

Your hands automatically move to his hair to play with it; a little habit you developed early in your relationship; the gesture feeling like a stark contrast from Bucky’s thrusts that are now becoming faster and somehow even harder.

“I’m not gonna stop, doll… I hope you’re ready,” he grunts before moving your legs to his shoulders to thrust into you deeper; looking directly into your eyes as you smile through your moans.

You finally got what you wanted. And you don’t want him to stop.

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This thought has me in a chokehold rn…

Beefy Bucky splayed out in all his glory panting, sweating, muscles tense as he jerks off his sizeable cock to a photo of you in his phone…

But it’s just an innocent photo of you in a sundress

RAAAHHH

WAAAAAAAA HES SUCJ A FUCKING SLUT OH MY GODDDDDDDD and then you hear him when you come home and yeah he knows you’re home but he’s not stoping himself…even though he could bury himself in your cunt he wants to make you wetter with hearing him jerk one out

GOOD LORD

Something about watching/listening to someone jerk off gets me…dizzy.

@desiredsoldier you see this?

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Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

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SEBASTIAN STAN FRESH (2022)

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