#Sub!bucky

[becca-e-barnes]

all i can think about is bucky literally BEGGING to eat your pussy. just on his knees, calling himself a needy slut, just looking up at you with puppy dog eyes while he just begs for your pussy on his mouth. ugh.

Men who are this into eating pussy have a special place reserved for them in Heaven. Hearing someone beg to go down on you is life changing when they know what they're doing 🙈

But you're so right, Bucky would be so willing to degrade himself like that just to be allowed to go down on you. He'd be on his knees, trying to ignore how full his balls feel, begging for you.

"P-please." His voice is so quiet you almost start to question if he said it intentionally. "I need to taste you. I can't think about anything else."

His cock twitches despite how heavy it looks, flushed and angry against the pale skin of his thighs.

"Really?" You tease, tilting his chin up with two fingers so he's looking at your face, rather than your body. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking. Describe it to me"

He doesn't miss a beat. "I'm thinking about how soft you are, how warm and silky your cunt feels under my tongue. I'm thinking about burying my tongue as deep inside you as I can reach and still wishing I could get deeper. I want to feel how wet you are but more than anything, I want to taste how wet you are. I want to dream about it for the rest of the week. Every time I stroke my cock I want to be able to remember how you taste."

Precum drips from his tip and you're not sure you can deny him much longer. Not when he's making it sound so appealing.

"Do you even hear yourself?" You do your very best to act like you don't love the sound of every word that has just come out of his mouth.

"I do. I sound like a shameless, filthy, desperate slut. The type of slut who wants to kiss and lick and worship your sweet pussy until you're so sensitive you have to force me to stop." His hand wanders between his own legs, tugging his stiff length to the mere thought.

He's not above begging and you know that. He'll draw this out as long as he needs to until he gets his way but there's very little sense in that when you want this just as much as he does.

"Lie on the bed." You give him time to make his way over before following, lining yourself up just above his face.

You take a second to smooth his hair, enjoying the feeling of his freshly shaved face against the sensitive insides of your thighs.

He's looking up at you, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you." The relief in his voice is clear right before he grasps your hips and pulls you down onto his mouth.

Fuck, he's incredible. This is the mouth you dream about when you're alone. His tongue massages your clit, stroking back and forth before dipping into your fluttering entrance. You swear he must feel what he's doing to you. You feel your cunt clenching and rippling, your muscles contracting in response to the pleasure and for a second you wonder if he can tell.

He's hungry for this; he has been for hours. He's moaning and slurping obscenely, his tongue buried in your cunt. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to know that he's alternating between fucking his own fist and gripping the base of his shaft tight enough to stop him from spilling his release all over himself too soon.

It's very hard to tell which of you enjoys this more.

[yvng97]

The wayyy she slam him against the door…. It was giving omega!Bucky REAL BAD 🫦

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Not My Type Pt. 2

(The look on Steve’s face when he realizes what your doing 😭)

Part 1 Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,623

Summary: Your night couldn’t get any better.

Warnings: sub!bucky, no explicit smut, but suggestive themes.

Tags: @mereptt @mcira @blackhawkfanatic @misz-adrii @f-1-refly @bbhaughen

You couldn’t feel your legs. They were completely numb from the cold. Steve showed no signs of even having a chill. Meanwhile you were reduced to hobbling one leg after the other, only 5 blocks in.

Focusing on the walk, and keeping your breath even; so Steve doesn’t notice how winded you were, sobered you even more than the cold. You now realized your situation. Confidence boost drained as soon as Bucky was out of sight.

You’re grateful when traffic causes you to stop at a crosswalk. You bury your arms under each other and try to stay warm in place. Steve noticed you shivering 10 minutes ago. He didn’t have a jacket to give you so he knew making it home was the best option for warmth.

He didn’t expect to stop, and have a moment to do something about it. He quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his full body against you. Your legs were still cold but he provided more than enough heat to warm you. You didn’t mind that no words were shared between you the whole walk, he didn’t seem to either, still smiling when you made it back home.

Climbing the stairs to your door, you search for words to say. Are you both seriously going through with this? Did Steve mean it? Sweat was forming on your palms, you noticed when your keys almost slipped out of your grasp, or maybe it was the trembling.

“I-“ you begin, instantly being cut off. “We should talk, inside.” He says, and your heart drops. He regrets it, of course he does, that’s your luck. You knew it was too good to be true. “No need, I get it.” You say, dropping your head.

“I just can’t do this to Bucky.” he says, sitting down on your couch when you made it inside. You were confused, you thought you were doing this because of Bucky. “What?” Him not being into you was less confusing.

Steve sighs, “I like you, and I wouldn’t mind making you forget all about some asshole at a bar.” Your cheeks flush, you knew he meant fucking you till all you could think about was him. “If that asshole wasn’t Bucky, and I didn’t know just how much he really does care about you.”. Oh.

“Let me get this straight, you’re defending him now?” You stand in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. He has to look up to you. “Don’t stand there like that and yell at me, it only makes me want you more. It’s making this harder than it has to be.” You scoff, “Okay Steve, my brain is literally going to explode if you don’t start talking.” You sit down on your coffee table, letting your knees brush his.

As if this is harder for him. You were dragged into a bar to embarrass yourself by friends that meant well. You found out your work crush wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot poll. You somehow told said crush off in an alley after kissing Captain America. Your night couldn’t get any more rough.

“I know he likes you, he might deny it, but I can see the way he looks at you. He has a weird way of showing it, I know. But tonight, I just kept pushing him and I know he regrets what he said. He’s just degrading you to cope with having actual feelings.” He now takes his turn to face the ground, not being able to meet your eye.

“The way he talked about you didn’t sit right with me. I was trying to show him that looks don’t matter, we looked pretty good pressed together in that alley, and I know he saw that.” He paused, thinking over his words.

“I do like you, I don’t want you thinking any different. But I don’t want to carry on with this if Bucky still has a chance, it wouldn’t be right.” You can tell how sincere he is being, and it has you already forgiving Bucky without even receiving an apology from the man himself.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve.” You rub your sweaty palms on your bare knees. “I can’t just pretend like he never said that. I can see that how much your friendship means. It’s no hard feelings, really. But I wouldn’t put myself in a position where Bucky could hurt me again, if you paid me.” You laugh, getting fully used to douche bag guys.

Steve nods his head, understanding that you owe neither of the men a thing. “He would have to crawl in here on his hands and knees begging for a chance with fatty.” You shrug your shoulders, keeping your integrity.

“That could be arranged.” He smiles, breaking up the tension with dopey grin. You mentally face palm. “Go for it tiger, but I won’t be a part of it.” You give him a thumbs up, and suddenly you’re exhausted.

“Tonight’s obviously not happening, and I have to be in your office with everyone else in,” you squint at the clock on your microwave. “, 7 hours. So, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, leave my apartment Captain America.” You pat the side of his knee, reassuring him that you’re being lighthearted.

“Fine, but I will see you at 8 sharp.” He says, standing from the couch and making his way to your door. You follow behind him, needing to deadbolt it. “Why is he the way he is?” You blurt out, figuring Steve’s the only person who could answer that question.

“If you find out I’d love to know.” He throws his hands up. “People like to think I’m close to Bucky, but he never let anyone in after he was deprogrammed. Not even me, so I think he’s just having a hard time letting feelings for you in, his brain won’t let him.”.

“Why go after my weight?” You ask, as if Steve answers for him. He shrugs “Cause it was basic, and cliché. Made it seem like something was wrong with him, not you. I’ve tried to wrap my head around the new word, ‘fatphobia’ but I can’t, it seems like a personal problem that people project onto other heavier people.” How was he real? Steve Rogers continues to amaze you with every word that falls from his lips.

When Steve opens the door you both come face to face with Bucky. Standing there, having followed you home. Staying a hundred yards back, watching your every move. He stood outside and heard every word shared between you and Steve.

He knew the only thing he could do to make it right. So he did, wordlessly dropping to his knees on your doorstep. “What are you doing here?” Steve tries to interject, but you press your hand to his chest, needing him to be quiet for a minute.

You can’t break eye contact with Bucky, unable to believe what he’s doing. His eyes are red, cheeks stained with tears. A smug smile falls on your lips and you pull Steve along with you as you walk backwards. Giving Bucky room to step into the house.

He leans forward, placing both palms on the carpeted entryway. Your hand on Steve’s chest can feel the shallow breaths he was taking. But you couldn’t think to hard about him right now, Bucky was crawling on his hands and knees towards you, with giant blue puppy dog eyes, that literally leaked with regret.

Once Bucky made it to your feet, he sat back on his heels, holding his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry.”, his eyes fill with more tears, “Everything Steve said was right.” He sighs, looking over to his friend.

“I don’t know how to let people in. I’m insecure, and possibly the dumbest man alive.” He reaches out and grasps your hand, needing you to feel his sincerity. His eyes set hard, having difficulty admitting the next part, “You scare the shit out of me.”.

You let out a laugh, breaking up the tension in the room. “I scare you?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as loud as it did, but you were still upset. He nods, pressing his eyebrows together. “Yes.”. He comes closer to you, till his chest bumped against your knees. He held both hands now, “Please, forgive me, I’ll do anything. You’re the only person in this new world that makes me feel, anything. After I was deprogrammed, you were the only thing that felt normal, like home. Not Brooklyn, the past.” He takes your stoicism as an invitation to rest his hands on your thighs, wanting to physically connect with you while he rips himself open.

“The way you smelled of honeysuckles.” He presses his face against your stomach, inhaling deeply. “Red lipstick always on hand, making your smile brighter than any I’d ever saw. The way you walked up to me on your first day, so brave and confident. You remind me of home and it’s scary.”.

Your heart sank. This whole time, this is how he felt? All the harsh staring and denial was just, homesickness? You look down and feel yourself begin to feel guilty, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. “I didn’t know.”.

Steve, who had stayed silent this whole time, face set in stone, finally speaks up. “No, you didn’t know. So don’t feel bad. Again, it’s his fault for being dumb.” He steps closer to the two of you, starting to feel possessive over you. He wasn’t going to let Bucky get by with a half hearted apology. He could tell he was holding something back.

“I don’t believe it, you’re scared of her because she’s perfect for you?” He squats down to Bucky’s level, trying to intimidate him. Bucky looks between you, not sure if he should answer him. You raise your brow, letting him know Steve peaked your interest.

“Everything I’ve ever known or loved is gone, relics of the past. I’m scared that you might go away too, if you got too close to me.”.

Steve was visibly hurt. Did he not remind Bucky of home? He’s known Bucky his whole life, why couldn’t he let him in? He knew Steve wasn’t going anywhere. The Captain stayed silent, knowing tonight was about the hurt Bucky caused you, not him. He would pay for Steve’s emotional wounds later.

Before he can plot anything in his mind he’s being pulled up from the floor by you. “What do you think his punishment ought to be, huh Stevie?” When he looked at your face all he could see was deviance. Playing along, he pinches his chin in thought. “Hmm, you know, I’d hate to leave without finishing what we started earlier.”. He spins you to face him, letting his hands find the curve of your ass.

“I like that idea.” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your raise yourself up on your tippy toes and kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair. You hear a whine from the floor beside you. Bucky’s face is red and you can tell he’s confused. “You sit there and be a good boy, then I’ll forgive you and maybe even let you touch me.”. You say, letting both Steve and Bucky know, you’re not the same person in the bedroom.

You loved degrading men. In your everyday life you might come across as sweet, unsuspecting, inexperienced. But you weren’t, there’s no shortage of men wanting a woman to dominate them. You’d never had the pleasure of using one this far out of your league.

Tonight, you were going to take advantage of it. Seeing Bucky crawl on his hands and knees lit a fire inside of you. You didn’t need to hear his apology at that point. Everything after it was pure showmanship. The performance of your life.

The morning came before you knew it. Your 7am alarm blaring through your studio apartment. Steve and Bucky left earlier, waking you up with goodbye kisses, but your foggy, half asleep brain barely registered that they left. You wore your hair down today, letting last nights curls be free. You didn’t opt for makeup, knowing the intense winter training would melt it off anyways.

When you make it to work, you see a lot of sunglasses. “Is everyone hungover?” You ask Natasha who’s nursing a black coffee. “Almost everyone.” She nods towards the two super soldiers standing behind Steve’s desk.

You blush when Steve gives you a wide smile, hoping no one in the office noticed. But of course Wanda senses the change in your footsteps and the buzzing reverberating off of you. She sits beside you in the semicircle of chairs, leaning over to whisper “I’m gonna need details.” She nudges her shoulder with yours, teasing you.

Before you could retaliate, Steve starts the debrief. “Winter training, gotta love it.” The whole room groans as Steve laughs. “I won’t keep you too long, I know you all have a long day ahead of you. But I like to think a good ole pep talk is the best thing for a team.”.

You roll your eyes. You liked Steve, but boss Steve was exhausting. You press your forehead on Wanda’s shoulder, you both hated this cringy kind of thing. “I’d like to remind you all why we train so vigorously. Teamwork. We all preform better together. We have to constantly be adapting to eachother, our strengths, and weaknesses.” He looks into each of your coworkers eyes, trying to drive his point.

“We change, just like the seasons, so pay special attention to your training partner today. They might teach you something new.” The inspirational speech was enough to have you wanting to go back home and go back to sleep, something you only received 3 hours of.

“Wanda, Sam, and Bruce, I want you guys down at the lake. Yelena, Natasha and Clint, go to the helipad, further instruction will be waiting.” He looks at the tablet infront of him, reading off bullet points.

“Y/N, Bucky and I are scheduled to be in the gym. Peter and Vision are already with Tony and Rhodes in the lab. Any questions?” He dismisses everyone after that. He changed it. So smoothly that no one noticed, you’d been scheduled to be at the lake with Wanda and Bruce. Of course Sam wouldn’t protest the change up, Steve just had to ask nicely.

When everyone shuffled out of the room, Wanda reminded you she wanted details over lunch later. Once everyone was gone you were suddenly aware that you were left alone with them. You were blinded by lust last night, not realizing the position you put yourself in. Were you with Bucky now? His confession was pretty serious. Were you with both of them? Was it a one night stand? Are they done with you now that they’ve had their fun? A million questions ran through your head while you waited by the door.

“Ready?” Bucky opens the door for you, ushering you into the hallway. You give him a tight lipped smile, not knowing how to interact with him not on his knees. You definitely weren’t the same person in the bedroom. Your regular self was awkward and embarrassingly nice at times. Would either of them still want you, once they see how different you could be?

They knew you before, and even liked you before. But now they have something else to base it off. Was your dominance too much for a long term thing with them? You have a feeling you’re about to find out, as you all pile into the small room with a wall of mirrors and elliptical.

[havensins]

Waking up to bucky fucking himself on your cock cause he got horny

luv this. (cw dubcon& somno)

blinking the sleep on your eyes to see a needy and disheveled bucky on your lap with his hair pulled into a bun as he bounces.

once he sees you’re no longer awake, he whines. “‘m sorry.. sorry sorry sorry, jus’ needed you,” he’d whimper, bouncing faster as the shame and humiliation of being caught creeps up his spine.

“such a needy fuckin’ whore, buck. you couldn’t even wait until i was awake before bouncin’ on my cock like this?” you question, grunting as he tightens around you at the words.

“i must’ve truly fucked you cock-dumb,” you grin, hands finding his waist and helping him move along your cock. he cries out at the feel, pressing his hands against your chest. “yessss! your dumb whore..” he all but moans, cheeks wet with his tears of oversensitivity.

[marnle]

My sweet, sweet Dove - Mafia!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - Bucky Barnes finds the peace he so rightfully craves in his best friend, the worlds upon his shoulders, yet his lust for you lives on through his darkest of days.

Warnings - smutttt, juicy af, mentions of violence, slight alcohol consumption, grinding etc.

A/n - Hi all, my requests are open! I’ve never really published my works before, so this is all new to me, but feel free to drop a request, and I’d love to see what I can do! :)

Enjoy, safe reading! <3

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You sauntered into the kitchen, it was incredibly dark, yet a small lamp situated in the corner illuminated the majority of the room, drowning it in a blanket of rusty amber. You grabbed a small glass and walked towards the sink, filling it with cold water, it swirled around the glass as though it were a prisoner, fighting against its confines. You propped yourself up on the marble countertop, it was icy underneath you, a considerable difference to the heat that burned underneath your skin and through your veins. The deep, angered and somewhat laboured voices that previously echoed through the halls had silenced. They’d swirled through the walls, up the stairs, and burst through the windows too. Bucky had informed you that he was working late, you’d understood what he’d meant, yet the scale of debate that evidently had occurred left you feeling drained - and you hadn’t even been in the room.

Bucky was one of your closest friends, your main confidant in the times you needed him most. So when you informed him that you had nowhere to stay, he practically offered his whole life to you, and you took it with his blue eyes piercing what felt like your soul. So you resided in his main estate where he conducted his official work, his official business meetings, you knew he was dirty, and downright inequitable, but his loyalty was unlike any other, your friendship was unlike any other, and you owed him the world and more.

So as you sipped your water, and pondered the evident lack of sleep that laced your features, you didn’t hear his office door finally open after hours, or the trudge of his tired feet upon the dark wooden floor approaching, the leather of their seams making the slightest of noises.

His black silk tie sat loosely around his neck, his mountainous shoulders were tightly winded practically up to his ears, the top buttons of his previously pristine shirt were undone, and said shirt was hanging messily out of his slacks, of which sat loosely on his hips, his brunette hair was unkempt, almost spikey as the last of the gel he’d previously put in began to finally wear away.

“Doll? You alright?” He asked, snapping you out of your trance, he moved opposite to you and plopped himself shakily down on the floor with a large sigh, leaning against the kitchen cupboards behind him, his head thrown back in a show of exhaustion.

You simply hummed.

“Why are you still up?” He queried, running his large hand through his hair, absolutely destroying any remnants of orderliness it previously had maintained. Glaring at the girl in front of him almost alarmingly.

“Couldn’t sleep is all.” You replied, taking another small sip from your glass before handing it downwards towards Bucky. He accepted it, and pulled out a metallic flask, pouring a brown liquid into the mix, swirling it, then drinking it. It burned the back of his throat and warmed him from the inside out. He looked at you curiously, his oceanic eyes bore into yours in order to gauge a reaction. It was silent as you returned his eye contact, you were sure you could hear a pin drop.

“Well, hand it over.” you laughed nervously, taking a gulp of the alcoholic beverage. It also burned your throat, causing your face to scrunch up in disgust. You could hear the deep rumble of Bucky's laughter in the background, it sounded angelic to your ears.

“Bad night?” You asked, anxiously pinching the skin of your fingers as you awaited his reply, not wanting him to ever suffer at the slightest. You observed the way his jaw slightly clenched and went slack, how he breathed slightly faster at such, and slowly regained his composure not a moment after.

“Something like that Doll.” he replied, letting out yet another sigh. In complete honesty, the meeting was a mess, his business partner had backed out of a paramount deal, meaning he’d have to find a backup as soon as possible, something that wasn’t likely. This left him open to financial attacks elsewhere. He’d even lost his temper, covering his golden signet ring that sat dormant on his finger in a layer of carmine; the ring you twirled when you felt anxious. His business partner had messed up his ring, his new enemy had messed up your ring, and Bucky had made sure he paid for it.

“Is there something I could do to make you feel any better?”.

He subtly nodded, allowing his stoic exterior only to fall in your presence, something that exhausted him beyond words.

He kneeled and shuffled towards you whilst you sat upon the counter, arms open, knowing exactly what he needed. He pushed his head into your stomach, breathing in your scent, roses and fresh linen, it made him feel safe. His was sandalwood, it engulfed your scenes and knocked the wind out of your chest, just like it always did.

You placed your hand upon his head, stroking your fingers through his hair as you felt the tension leave his large body, you leaned down and placed a small kiss on the crown of his head.

This caused him to gaze up at you, a longing in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, and you were sure yours mirrored them as such.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You whispered at a barely audible level, you could feel his warm breath against your skin.

“Like what?” he replied, his voice breathy and almost desperate.

Your hands moved down from his hair towards his chin, cupping his face as though he was the last living being on earth. Your eyes fluttered between his lips and his eyes, the room was spinning, the air was thick.

“Like this.” you whispered before slowly bringing his face to yours, and placing your smooth lips over his own.

Bucky felt as though his world had stopped, his heart was erratically beating, his head didn’t feel as though it was his own, his body wasn’t his own. The tension had been snapped just as quickly as it arised, and Bucky felt as though he was on cloud nine, there and then he decided that the feel of your lips against his own was the singular most effective high he’d ever encountered, it was a high he was now addicted to, and one he’d never ever let go.

He stilled in your grasp, causing you to pull away.

“Bucky, I’m so sorry.” You muttered, a wave of red covered your cheeks, horrified at what you’d just done. Yet before your brain could sabotage you further, and convince you otherwise, Bucky slammed his lips onto yours, grasping the back of your neck in his large hands. He groaned at the taste of you, a sweetness he’d only ever imagined.

He pushed into your mouth, your teeth collided in a show of desperation and finally requited lust. You slid your hand into his brown hair once again, yet under completely different circumstances.

You grasped his hair, pulling him off of your lips, it made him groan.

“Tell me you don’t want this, tell me you don't Bucky.”

“You know I can’t.”

He picked you up, wrapping his large arms around your torso, his fingers pushed under your shirt, drawing circles upon your skin, skin of which felt as though it were a juvenile flame of the sun.

You tucked your face into the crevice of his neck, his scent was the strongest it had ever been, it blinded you, and you loved it. You dragged your lips across his neck, biting and nipping at whatever skin you could, making his groans rougher, whinier.

He’d walked you both into the living room where he dropped backwards onto the couch, you in his arms. You were sitting in his lap, he was so extremely hard under you that you couldn’t help but tease.

You slowly rolled your hips, the friction causing you both to moan in unison, in pleasure. He grasped your body as though you were his life line, and even though he hadn’t said as such, you both knew it was true for the both of you.

You continued to grind against him, you moved against each other as though you were made for each other. Your moans were beautiful, they made him lose his mind, his great intelligent mind reduced to nothing simply by your presence alone. His hands grabbed your hips for a moment, your face was directly in front of his, you inhaled his breath as though it were your last.

“Doll, I can’t last long like this.” He moaned, more like a whine, in an attempt to keep his composure.

“I bet.” you replied, causing his mouth to fall even further open in a state of disbelief, allowing you to sink your teeth into his lip, stealing even more of his sacred breath away.

Instead of slowing down you sped up, with Bucky’s hands gripping your waist so tightly, you were sure his touch was to be ingrained upon your soul. He ran his hand down towards where you longed for him most, and cupped your pussy, pushing his palm into your clit, causing you to let out a moan that echoed off of the walls, a moan he was sure he’d never forget. He ran his other hand up your body towards your nipple, and twirled it between his fingers, swapping between the two, making you feel as though you were atop of the world. The sight of you was enough for him to come right there, yet he’d only ever imagined this moment, and wanted, no, needed to drag it out for as long as possible, as long as he humanely could.

“Come on baby, let go for me.” He purred, gazing into your eyes as yours fought to stay open.

“Shh, that’s my Doll, let go love.” And you did, your body arched into his grasp, he pushed his palm even further into your clit as you came, creating such delicious pressure, you thought you were going to burst. You wrapped your arms around his body, engulfing him and curling into him to fit his form as though you were perfectly moulded to him as he came too, groaning and bucking his hips whilst his stomach and glistening abs contracted over and over again, he’d entirely lost control, the lust he felt wasn’t matched by another soul.

Your sweaty bodies sat wrapped around each other, breathy whimpers left the both of you as you fought your natural instincts to breathe. Bucky grasped your face, and silently laughed as he brought his lips to yours once again.

“My sweet, sweet Dove, how you’ve had me forever.”

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Fanx 4 reading bros :)

[buckrecs]

Subby Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

please. by @buckybarnesdiaries

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

I See Sunshine ‘cause I Know That You Are Mine by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky enjoys being your good boy.

Tied Up by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.

Crooked Crown by @rookthorne

Sometimes the King needed his Queen to take care of him, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Delicate by @bucksangel

Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

in your arms i’m born again by @bonky-n-steeb

you want to find out exactly how many times is too many times for the super soldier.

Starved. by @buckybabieboy

Bucky's first time after 70+ years

The Tailor’s Son by @kinanabinks

After a decade away from Chicago, you're back home to rule over your domain - and to finally make the tailor's son yours.

Overstimulation by @metalbuckaroo

"As long as you want me to, sweetheart. I'm all yours."

Insatiable 19.1 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

After finally returning from the mission gone wrong, Bucky has you right where he wants you— spread out on the bed with his head between your thighs. He’s a little eager, but it’ll be fine— right?

so you had a bad day… by @dirtychocolatechai

reader edging Bucky who's had a rough day

Can you see what I see? by @dailyreverie

Mission Accomplished by @buckyseternal

sometimes your work is stressful. coming home from an especially aggravating mission, you take out all of your frustrations on your boyfriend.

Dirty Little Secret by @moonlight-prose

bucky's long kept secret soon becomes reality.

Control by @cake-writes

Bucky isn’t usually one to relinquish control, but this time he does.

You Know Just What I Need by @sinner-as-saint

Freshly out of uni, Bucky Barnes comes back to live in his family home. Given he’s the only son of a billionaire, he needs security around at all times. And his dad puts you in charge of his son’s safety until he comes home from a business trip. You intend on doing your job as perfectly as always, but what you didn’t know it that Bucky is a spoilt brat who is only interested in pestering you and making your life a living hell… until eventually you are left with no other choice but to teach him a lesson in order for him to learn how to behave.

drabble by @becca-e-barnes

making a subby!dbf!Bucky cum inside you

Touch by @ro-is-struggling

Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn't know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Losing Control by @flordeamatista

Control is reclaimed by you

Occupied by @goodgirlofglory

You have dragged Bucky into the handicapable toilet on the main floor of the administrations floor of S.H.I.E.L.D and intend to swallow his cock. Who is he to say no?

Big Boy by @goodgirlofglory

tying up a big strong metal armed super soldier and making him cum over and over and over while he’s begging

Delicate by @bucksangel

Bucky Barnes, known as the ‘king of New York’, is ruthless and powerful, running everything with an iron fist. He has no weaknesses, other than you. You’re his world, his soulmate, his angel, and he’d do anything and everything to keep you safe. What John Walker, an up-and-coming mobster with irrational tendencies, doesn’t understand, is that you’ll do the same for Bucky.

Stupid by @coffeecatsandcandles

Without reason, Bucky asks for a divorce.

I Hate U by @duckybarnes1917

Bucky hates you. Until he doesn't.

The Storm He Claims by @sstan-hoe

with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

The Interview by @sweetbbarnes

After directing a successful movie about Captain America’s life, the media seems to think that you and Steve Rogers would be the perfect match. Little do they know, your heart has already been taken by his best friend, the infamous ex-assassin James Barnes. And although you two are in a secret relationship and even secretly live together, when Bucky hears people talking about how you and Steve would be perfect for each other, his insecurity gets the best of him. But it’s okay, because you are determined to show your soldier just how much you love him.

Purr for me by @rookthorne

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

plaything by @captain-buckyyy

[bucknastysbabe]

Thinkin bout big ole sub Bucky

Explicit blurb w finger sucking and dry humping trying to get rid of my fatass writers block

Like just making him impossibly frustrated and horny in public. I mean he’s practically stuck to your side anyways, baby is BABY. Sitting in the park on a sunny day, kinda hidden behind a tree, Bucky’s arm is safely hidden under a thin shirt. No one’s really watching. He’s talking to you about something with the Avengers while you lay next to him.

You get distracted by his pretty pink lips moving, Bucky’s voice filtering into a low hum. So up your fingers go to press against his lips, the supersoldier getting a puzzled look on his face. Holding a faux-innocent you asked, “Open for me?” Bucky can’t resist, opening up and sucking softly, moaning under his breath.

He’s got an oral fixation the size of Texas, of course he wants fingers in his cute mouth.

The brunette laps at them before you press on his tongue, making him drool and sputter a whine. Feverish eyes search yours as he turns his huge body into yours, just on his side now. You look down to see his cock already swollen and straining in his pants. Bucky whines again, always a puddle of mush as soon as the blood starts flowing south.

You shove a slimmer leg between his thick thighs and murmur lowly, “Get to it then, big boy.” Bucky’s eyes go wide, him attempting to say a slobbery ‘no’ around your insistent pressing digits. Giving the man a look he crumbles easily with a tiny jerk of his hips— inhaling sharply and exhaling with a deep groan.

A third finger was shoved into pink lips, you cooing, “Good boy. So cute and slutty.” Bucky’s cheeks flushed and he was humping your thigh in quick little movements, puffing out helpless noises, trying to seem non-descript. Peeking your head up and scanning the park it was still clear, everyone doing their own thing while your boy was a wet mess.

Bucky suckled on your fingers, lurid slurping noises filling the space between you two. You were practically fucking his mouth with your fingers at this moment, grinning and getting closer to tease and kiss on Buck. His eyes had fallen shut blissfully, huge chest heaving with every whimper and high noise, hot hot hot and swollen cock dragging against your thigh.

A flesh hand slapped onto your hip, impossibly strong fingers digging into your side. He tried to slur out, “M’gonna, aaaah, cummmm.” You egged him on with a kiss to his tensed neck, pulsing with blood, “Yeah? Gonna cum with my fingers in your mouth, humping my thigh like a sweet puppy?” He nodded and squirmed harder with a helpless cry.

The once timed thrusts of his hips had turned into stunted movements, untimely and on every move upward he cry your name. Drool dripped down his lips and chin, big frame quaking. “Come on, come on, don’t want anyone to see the Winter Soldier crying like a bitch on a park blanket,” you teased. Bucky choked on a breath, mewling and shivering as he shoved himself flush to your leg, staining the front of his jeans with cum.

You pumped your fingers a couple more times to ease him through the orgasm, tears leaking down his red cheeks. Sliding them out and wiping the spit on the blanket you marveled at Bucky’s debauched face— lips obscenely swollen. He slurred, “F-fuck baaaaby.” Caressing his stubbled cheek with one hand and petting a soft side with the other, your lover panted, eyes hazy.

“You’re so fucking adorable,” came your giggle as he plastered his big body to your own, careless of eyes or the heat.

[stuckymonkey]

Just a Dream Part II

Bucky Barnes

Pairing - roommate!bucky x reader

Summary - bucky has a thing for his sexy roommate...especially that mouth of hers

Warnings - use of y/n, oral (m & f receiving), hand jobs, p in v, unprotected sex (don't be joker and wrap that poker), fingering, kind of sub! bucky???

Word Count - 1.5 k

a/n - part 2 is here!!! thank you for all the love on part one, I hope you enjoy!

masterlist bucky barnes

"Hey Jamie," I greeted from our kitchen island, cup of coffee in hand. "How did you sleep?" I asked, biting my lip after the question and tilting my head to the side. I watched him visibly swallow. "U-uh, it, it was good. I mean, it was okay." I shrugged, his eyes darting everywhere around the kitchen but on my face.

I brought one of my fingertips to my mouth, sucking on it a little as I watched him grab the coffee that I had made for him. He caught my eye and his gaze flickered down to my lips. "What?" I asked innocently as his eyes widened.

"N-nothing." He looked so adorable like this, a flustered little deer caught in headlights was the perfect way to describe him. I continued to play with my fingers, specifically my nails, "You didn't change your pants, sweet boy." I commented on the very obvious cum stain that he was sporting from last night.

I had gotten home around 11 after yet another very unsatisfying date, only to hear my very sexy roommate jacking off and moaning my name like a prayer. Then, it had all made sense. My attraction was not one-sided. I knew that the long stares at my face, lips and hands were something more.

If only I knew how much more.

"Shit!!" He cursed, spinning around and slamming the door to his bedroom. "Jamie?" I asked, knocking softly on his door. "Honey, I didn't mean to embarrass you, just thought it was cute, is all." I spoke as softly as I could to the scared little baby.

The door creaked open slowly. "I'm really sorry, Bucky. I thought I heard you say my name last night, and I thought that maybe I should make the first move, but-" Before I could finish my awkward apology, he tugged me into his room.

"Sit," he directed, pointing to his bed. "What?" I asked. "Sit," he growled. I easily obeyed, curious and eager to find out where this was going to go.

I watched him pace around the room while tugging on his shoulder length hair. "I didn't mean for you to hear that." he mumbled with his back to me.

"What was that?" I purred. "You weren't supposed to hear that." he grumbled. "I thought you weren't home."

I hummed. "Good boy, using your words." His head whipped to me my direction. A visible wet patch was forming at his tip. "You like that baby?" I asked, uncrossing my legs and tugging my skirt up so my panties were visible through my spread stance.

He gulped. "I'm waiting for an answer, sweetheart."

"Y-yes." "Yes what?" I pushed. "Yes I liked being called a good boy." "So obedient" I praised, causing his cock to throb in his jeans.

I spread my legs wider and leaned my elbows on my knees, giving him a gracious view of my cleavage. "I want you." He whispered, his hands long fallen from his locks.

"Then take me baby." He surged forward, framing my face with his large hands. They felt warm and comforting. He brought my face to his lips, engaging us in a passionate kiss. His lips were so soft and plump against mine, moving smoothly with my own mouth.

His hand drifted to between my legs, his finger tracing over my white-lace covered slit, which was now very moist from his actions. I ground my hips against his finger, trying to get him closer. He separated his lips from mine, gently gazing at my face. He tugged at my top, "May I?" "How can I say no to such a good boy?" He whimpered before removing my shirt and going to suck my nipples through my lace bralette. My fingers threaded through his hair, encouraging the action.

"Wanna be fucked by you," He moaned into my chest. I pulled him up to take off his shirt and unbutton his jeans. "This okay, honey?" I asked, He nodded enthusiastically. I cocked my eyebrow, waiting for his words. "Yes, this is more than okay." He breathed. "Good,"

He stripped until he was stark naked, standing in all of his glory and I leaned back on my elbows and enjoyed him. The beautifully sculpted muscles, his adonis belt and his dark, thick length standing proud between his legs with a gorgeous background of very full balls.

"Wanna see you," he said, starting to fidget with his fingers. "Of course baby," I started stripping slowly, watching as he slowly came closer. "It's okay, don't be shy, pretty baby." He nodded and sat himself on my now bare lap.

"Comfy?" I asked. He nodded. I understood that he was feeling vulnerable right now, so I let him use gestures instead of words.

"Are you familiar with the traffic light system Bucky?" Another nod. "What's your colour honey?" "Green, so green".

I leaned back and once again enjoyed the way he looked. His hips were perched on mind, his thick thighs around my waist as I laid on the bed. His curious eyes looked everywhere as I waited for him to move. "You can touch me baby. I'm all yours." The last part came out as a whisper, but he heard it. His eyes lit up and he instantly went back to sucking on my red nipples, eventually rutting his hips against me.

He started groaning and sucking harsher on each nipple. "You gonna cum baby?" He shook his head. "No?" "No," He sat up, his hands on the sides of my ribs. "Can I go inside you?" "I'm all yours baby, remember?" He grasped his weeping cock, lining it up with my entrance.

My hands found purchase on his waist, helping him grind and thrust into me, guiding him back and forth. I worked the sweetest noises out of my little boy as he rode me, head tipped back.

"Look at me Jamie," His eyes met mine again, his face contorted in pleasure. I clenched and fluttered around him, hoping to give him some sweet release. "Ahhh!" He cried as he came inside of me.

"Good boy, such a good boy for me," I petted his hair and stroked his back as he continued to ride out his orgasm, bringing me closer to the edge. "That's it, keep going baby, doing so good for me,"

"Fuck baby," "Gonna cum, you ready?" "I'm ready," He said, thrusting harshly, making the sound of skin slapping skin increase. We were a creamy mess, his cum dripping down to the duvet underneath our bodies.

I cam with a strangled cry, my hands never leaving his hips, "Fuck, rub my clit honey, yeah, just like that!!" I came a second time from the overstimulation. "Oh, gods," I panted, and he came down to rest his cheek on my now sweaty chest. "You okay baby?" I asked, brushing hair out of his eyes. "I'm okay," "Thank you for this honey, did so good, so proud of you,"

His cock hardened again and I felt it poke my leg, his pre cum smearing on my inner thigh. "Need another one, Buck?" He nodded. "Can you use your words for me?" "I want to cum again, y/n." I peppered his face with kisses before gently moving him to roll off me and onto his back.

I traced my long nails down his thighs until they reached the base of his proud cock. "God, y/n...I've been dreaming about this baby," he said, abdomen tensing as I squeezed the base of his cock. "Yeah? Wanted my hands to fuck you dumb baby?" "Yeah, Wanted to watch you play with my cock, hands are so pretty," He admitted.

I started stroking him slowly, squeezing by the base of his head, forcing pre cum out of his swollen red tip with each stroke. "God, feels so good," He moaned.

"Doing so good, baby, needed this...thank you." He praised. "Glad I could help sweetheart," My hand started working faster and I took one of his firm balls into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and licking between them before giving the other one the same attention.

"Y/n, I-I'm gonna...gonna cum for you, sweetheart, please, please let me cum!!" "Shhh, it's okay baby, I'm gonna let you cum, don't you worry.

Bucky was practically drooling at the way your beautiful hands were coated in his own slick, and how your mouth has spit covering the edges from when you enjoyed his balls. "Ahhh," The view of red manicured nails working over his oh-so-ready length was going to push him over the edge. How could such innocent things be so dirty and good at such an impure task?

"Y/n!!!" "It's okay, honey, let go," He let out a cry of pleasure before cumming all over my already slick hand. "god baby, look so pretty with my cum all over your hands," he said. I released his dick after licking up some of his salty cum.

I kept it in my mouth, crawling up his body from between his legs to kiss him hard, letting him get a taste of himself.

"Mmmm, thank you,"

That night was spent in each other's arms, holding each other's now clean bodies tightly.

a/n thank you for reading part 2!!! this was kind of filth and I got lost in just writing, but I hope you all enjoyed!!!!

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Dear lord help me 🥵

Just imagine walking between these 2 as you gently touch them as they wait so still and patient.

Like they’re both so powerful and dominant so for them to be so submissive and want nothing then to do what you ask and be so good

[iluvmrvel]

this idea of bucky & cock warming has been in my head for a while, so enjoy :)

sub!bucky, dom!male!reader, oral (r!receiving), reader is a little mean but bucky loves it.

[all mistakes made are mine, not proofread.]

“you can take it all, can’t you?” you ask, teasing and smiling condescendingly down at him. he cuts his eyes at you from his place on the floor between your thighs.

his mouth is around your cock, moving down as he gradually takes all of you in his mouth. he breathes harshly, swallowing around you once he’s taken you completely to the hilt.

“there you go…” you murmur, carding your fingers through bucky’s lengthy hair soothingly. the whole thing had been his idea. he’d practically begged to be down on his knees for you, needily palming at the crotch of your joggers and declaring how good he’d be and how much he could take.

and you’d allowed him, tugging down your joggers and leaning back, allowing him to prove himself. and prove himself he did.

he pulls off of your cock seconds later, huffing slightly and maintaining eye contact. “you plan on making me cum with that pretty mouth?” you question, taking his jaw in your hand and squeezing his cheeks.

he nods jerkily, movements restricted by the grip on his jaw. “then stop wasting my time trying to prove a point and do it.” you tell him, and he shivers. the way his pupils dilate is enough to tell you how affected he is by your harsh words.

the coldness of his metal hand against your thigh is contrasted by the warmth of his mouth as he engulfs you again. “c’mon, show me you can follow simple orders, barnes.” you mutter, grunting softly. you’d be lying if you said he didn’t have a way with his mouth.

he moans around you at that, eyes fluttering closed as he reached down with his other hand to palm himself. “keep doing that, and maybe i’ll let you cum by the end of this.” you breathe deeply as he speeds up, doing his best to please you.

[becca-e-barnes]

Since it seems everyone is as horny as I am about men cumming quickly, let’s keep talking about it 🤤

The very second your lips touch Bucky’s, you feel how eager he is already. His lips are warm and plump and slick and insistent, gliding against your own with a hunger you can only hope to match.

His hands trail over your body, touching you with an urgency you’re very much enjoying. His fingertips dig in a little, making you feel like he craves you and it’s entirely dizzying.

“This isn’t fair. You get me so worked up.” He’s practically panting through kisses to your neck, nipping and biting his way to your breasts, encased in the pretty lace he picked out for you.

The thick outline of his cock is more than distracting and even in the dim bedroom light, you notice the sheen of precum that has soaked through his thin underwear.

He kisses your breasts tenderly, not removing your bra just yet. He wants to enjoy it; he wants to be able to call on the memory whenever he needs it.

“Fucking perfect.” He moans, letting his hand trail between your thighs, finding you wetter than he could’ve dreamed.

“Not yet.” You tease, removing his hand and sinking to your knees in front of him, pulling his underwear down his toned legs. His hard length bobs in front of your face, the tip wet with his own arousal and your mouth waters at the thought.

“Prove you can handle my pussy. Show me you deserve it.” Your hand wraps around the base of his cock while your tongue flicks against the tip, savouring the taste of him.

You pump your hand in time with your mouth, pausing every now and again to take as much of him as you can.

Your soft moans are nothing compared to his.

Fuck, he’s lost in the feeling of your warm, wet, sinful mouth and the thought of you swallowing his load.

“Babe please, slow down.” You hear him moan and it makes slowing down the last thing on your mind.

“Don’t you dare.” You take just a second to breathe before you’re back to stroking and sucking his faster than before. He’s not going to last. He knows it. So do you. That’s exactly what you want.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groans, desperately trying not to but that’s hard when he’s watching your pretty face and focusing on the way your lips look wrapped around his dick.

It’s a toss up. In your mouth or over your face? It hardly matters when you have him exactly where you want him.

[duckybarnes1917]

Pretty Baby

Bucky Barnes x Reader

18+ ONLY.

Summary: I had this slutty little thought about Bucky's leg over your shoulder while you suck his dick...so here's a quick drabble about it.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing something short and sweet. I see other authors do it all the time and it's not something I'm 100% comfortable with yet. I still spent way too much time on this, edited it, and had to force myself to cut it short. But I hope with practice, I can get more drabbles like this out!

Warnings: subby Bucky, blowjob, mention of prostate massage, Bucky being insecure

I'm imagining your evening starts with Bucky being nervous about an event you both have to attend. And once there, some asshole agent makes a snide comment about Bucky and his arm in front of a lot of people. Despite how much he tries, Bucky can't let it go. He spends the rest of the evening spiraling, desperately wanting to escape the room. So when you finally get home, you notice immediately that he's not okay...

"Buck?" You called to him from the bathroom doorway, and the look on his face when he turned to you made you frown.  

The stress and anxiety manifested in the form of a red flush over his chest and neck. His eyes were far away. 

"What can I do, babe?" You quickly joined his side, touching his cheek gently. 

He sighed and nuzzled against your hand. "I'm okay," he mumbled. "Just need to clear my head." 

"Come on," you led him back to the bedroom, gently guiding him to the bed. "Let me help." 

Bucky started to protest, but you kissed his neck delicately while you began to work on the knots in his shoulders. He shut up quickly, letting you help. 

You knew how these massages usually ended–with Bucky between your legs for hours if you let him. But you were determined to flip the script–take care of him this time. He could be a pillow princess for once…maybe he would discover how good it felt to let go. 

You pushed Bucky's shoulder, laying him back on the mountain of pillows piled on the bed. 

"Let me–" Bucky started. 

You shushed him gently and kissed his lips. "No, let me." You kissed both his eyelids, tasting the lone tear Bucky had let slip. The taste of it broke your heart. You kissed his cheeks and his nose before finding his lips again. "Let me show you how beautiful you are, baby. So fucking perfect." 

Your lips moved to kiss the dimple in his chin and then made a path across his strong jaw and down his neck. 

Bucky swallowed hard; this was not how he had expected the rest of his evening to go. After spending hours being mortified, he had just wanted to come home and hide. Maybe crawl under the comforter with his headphones until he could forget everything. But you were having none of it. Your hands gently slid under his shirt, and he tensed. 

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. Do you want me to stop?" 

Bucky bit his lip; it didn't make sense. He had moved past being ashamed of his body with you. He hadn't been anxious to shed his clothes in front of you in months. It wasn't fair that one asshole could change that and put that pit of anxiety and fear back in his belly. 

"Don't stop," he finally whispered because no one was going to take you from him. 

You slowly pulled his shirt over his head, and your lips went to work, touching every inch of his bruised and scarred skin. With each kiss you gave, he felt a little more like himself. No one had been so gentle with him, not before you. By the time your lips finished trailing down his vibranium arm, the evening's events were far from his mind. And when you wrapped your lips around two of his metal fingers, all thoughts flew out of his head completely. 

"Doll," he groaned, "can I taste you?" 

You shook your head. "After I'm done taking care of you, lay back down." 

Bucky hadn't even realized he had sat up in an attempt to get closer to you. He listened and flopped down against the pillows as you unbuttoned his slacks. You took your time, but Bucky didn't mind. Every touch, every kiss, every swipe of your warm tongue was a blessing to him. You hadn't even taken his cock out yet, but he didn't care. He would gladly live suspended in this euphoria, basking in your attention forever. 

For once, he let his mind go blank, focusing only on the pleasure you were giving him, on the whispered praise you gave against his skin. He didn't notice you had completely undressed him until suddenly something wet and warm was wrapped around his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned quietly. 

Your hands moved over his thighs and lifted his knees, so his feet were planted on the bed. But he didn't use the leverage to thrust. He let you remain in control, focusing on the way your movements were controlled and slow, but your lips remained tight, tongue never missing a swipe over his sensitive head. 

Your hands massaged the backs of his thick thighs, and Bucky was only vaguely aware of you slowly pushing his left leg up and over your shoulder. Before he realized what you had done, your shoulder pushed into the back of his thigh, lifting his leg higher as you took his cock deeper into your throat. 

"Oh fuck!" Bucky snapped out of his trance, his hand flying to the back of your head and his heel digging into your back. 

You moaned around him, and he hissed as pleasure shot through every nerve ending in his body. Even then, he realized his leg was over your shoulder and attempted to put it back on the bed. But you gently slapped his thigh, pulling your mouth off his cock. 

"I said, let me take care of you, pretty baby." 

You looked at him with heavy lust-filled eyes, and all Bucky could do was whimper as he nodded his agreement. 

You grinned big before quickly hoisting his other leg up over your shoulder. 

"Oh fuck me," Bucky whispered. 

"That's the plan," you kept eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up and down his cock before sliding it back into your throat. 

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut; he swore he was even deeper than before. "Oh–" his words were lost in a deep groan as your finger started stimulating his prostate. 

His head dropped back, his back arched, and his hands scrambled for purchase in the sheets. He knew he must be quite the picture, mouth dropped open in a silent scream, his legs starting to shake as his heels dug into your back. His cock throbbed, and he couldn't help but start thrusting in your mouth. All his anxieties were long gone; the only thing he could focus on was the consistent throbbing in the head of his cock, and the slick tightness of your throat every time he slid down it. 

When he came, white-hot pleasure coursing through him, you swallowed every drop. Your throat contracting around him prolonged his orgasm until he was teetering between pleasure in pain. He could have stayed in limbo forever—head empty–only you–but you slowly pulled your mouth off him and placed his legs back on the bed. 

You gently pushed his hair out of his face as you cuddled against his heaving chest. "See, you should let me take care of you more often." 

Bucky nodded, finally gathering himself enough to pull you closer to him. "Thank you–you didn't have to–"

"I wanted to, pretty baby. I love you."

Bucky pulled you up to his lips, searing his love for you on every inch of skin he could reach.

[bulgingforbucky]

Late Nights

NSFW

Warning: Fingering (M receiving)

Summary: Bucky come home at night from a mission that lasted 3 weeks.

Jesus y'all I need this man so bad imagine you taking care of Bucky after his long mission that poor baby deserves everything.

You have your gloves just for this occasion as you lube your fingers. Looking down you see his blue eyes looking up at you as you imagine him fucked out begging for you to fuck him. He spreads his legs for you as you take in the view of his small pink hole. It doesn't matter how many times y'all have done this he will always get shy showing himself to you.

"You ready?" You ask before proceeding before he gives you the signal that you can proceed. Bucky braces himself as you caught this, "Baby don't tense remember?" You remind him as he nods in response relaxing his body. He closes his eyes before he hears your voice, "It's just me." You say softly. "I know." He responds as he felt the reassurance. He bites his lip as he feels your fingers inside him as he lets a small whimper slip.

You start to finger him slowly as he whines lowly making you look up at him. "Ok?" you ask checking in as he nods in response. "Don't stop. please?" He says softly. You taught him well, using his manners as he isn't being demanding but asking for what he wants. He's being such good boy for you.

Your fingers speed up as bucky takes a gasp of air as he grips the mattress. His need for you starts to rise as his hips begins to roll meeting your fingers. "Someone's needy." You smirk to yourself seeing him nodding frantically in your promethium vision.

If he's acting like this, I wonder what he would look if I pegged him.

"May you stroke my cock please?" Bucky requested looking at you waiting for a response as you smile.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes ma'am."

God why is he so good?

You grab his swollen sensitive cock before swiping at the tip making him hiss. "Shh, I know." You reassure as you finger and stroke him making his body twitch. You place a kiss on his knee before you hear a sweet mumble, "More please? Faster?" Bucky breath hitches as he feels your fingers speed up as the sensitivity of his body get worse just like the need for him to cum.

"You're swallowing my fingers so good Buck, do you want another finger?" Hearing a chocked up "Yes." from the desperate man in front of you, you push in another finger making it three as you feel him clench around your fingers in desperation. Tears of pleasure fills the man's eyes as he lets out moans after moans feeling your touch in his most vulnerable places. Your fingers poke a spot that makes Bucky's body jilt letting out a small cry.

You hum in confirmation as you hit that spot again as Bucky makes the softest noises as the grip on the mattress gets tighter. "God, I need this, I need this so bad you don't understand." Bucky says in a hushed tone biting his lip as his hole quivers in need. You roll your eyes in response to him being dramatic, "How much you need this?" You ask as your fingers hit that same spot that has the man gasping. Hearing a faint huff you raise your eyebrow in question.

"I need this, it's been weeks without cumming." Seeing a small pout on his face you narrow your eyes. "Maybe I should let you wait." You tease making his eyes widen. "No! Oh God no, I want to cum please let me I've been so good for you please let me cum this one time?" He rambles as he grinds his hips down meeting your fingers. You tighten your fist around his cock making the man whine and squirm. "Stay still." You demanded as he throws his head back as his hair falls in his face.

He's so beautiful.

"I'm trying it feels so good." He looks up at you with begging eyes before you start to finger him with purpose on his prostate as you stroke him. "Fuck! If- if you keep going at this rate I'm going to cum soon." Bucky shuts his eyes as he tries to breathe but the pit in his stomach gets worser. "You've have been good so far haven't you? Poor baby have been so worked up with nobody to touch him." You slightly taunt as it's getting harder for Bucky to keep still.

He nods faster as he starts to thrust upwards, "Yes, yes like that. So good m'gonna cum like this." His legs start to shake slightly as you keep the same pace. Bucky bites his lip hard as you know that's one step closer to what both of you have been waiting for. "Go on Buck. be a good boy and cum for me." You gently express making him moan before you feel him tighten around your fingers before he cums coating your hand. You hum in satisfaction as you work him through his orgasm.

His body goes limp against the bed as he feels a sense of relieve that he hasn't felt in a while. You withdrew from his body before you move upwards towards his soft expression as his pupils are blown. Skin to skin contact is made when you caress his cheeks before prepping his damp skin with kisses.

[havensins]

Treating subspace tony, Steve, and Bucky like gentle glass, making them feel good, and doing what they ask you 😭

nonnie u gotta be somewhere in my head bc i’m in love with this concept omg. (tw, handjobs (tony), and aftercare.)

tony, bucky and steve in subspace + aftercare

for tony…. when tony falls into subspace, he falls hard. it comes when he’s been working nonstop for hours on end. when you make him take a break and just pull him into your lap so you can unwind, he’s crumbling already. his eyes go all glossy and he’s clinging onto you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.

he’s so sensitive in the state too, and after working nonstop he’d be a little pent up. give him a handjob while he’s in your lap, move slowly and make sure not to tease him because he’ll get all whiny. and once he cums, it’s a necessity that you pamper him and literally never leave him without your touch.

also!! he doesn’t go nonverbal when he’s in subspace but he is a lot more emotionally sensitive than normal. praise him any moment you get!

for bucky…. bucky falls into subspace when he’s truly at his limit. when it seems as though nothing is going how he wants, his nightmares are preventing him from sleeping and all of his missions with sam have been stressful. and you can tell that all of it is piling on him but you know he needs to seek you out on his own terms.

and that’s exactly what he does. he comes home one day, absolutely exhausted and only wanting you. and he just drops to his knees right where you’re sitting at your kitchen island. his hands are behind his back and he’s looking up at you with teary eyes.

when he gets like this, he doesn’t really desire to get into anything sexual. he just wants you to pepper him in affection and praise him. better yet if he could kneel for you for a couple of hours and just get out of his head for a while.

for steve... steve mostly falls into subspace after a scene. after you’ve reduced him to a wailing mess, and he’s trying to get his breathing under control, he simply looks towards you and holds his arms out weakly.

stevie would need so much skin to skin contact. if you let go of him for even a second he’d probably be in tears. he just wants the physical reminder that you’re there. his subspace care & aftercare would go hand in hand. you’d have to clean him up the best you could since he’d have to be in a clearer headspace to let you go long enough to shower with you.

he wants you to wrap your arms around him and just hold him while the both of you watch a movie. he likes being massaged too. and steve being steve would listen to your praise and praise you too.. though of course in this state he loses his filter. “you fill me up so nice,” etc. though you never mind it.

[bucksangel]

subby!bucky has taken over my thoughts tonight and now i’m feral

[buckrecs]

𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙊𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 ~

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