#bucky barnes pictures

[lives-in-midgard]

Happy Birthday to Bucky Barnes.

Happy Birthday to our favorite Sergeant.

Happy Birthday to the Winter soldier.

Happy Birthday to the White Wolf.

Happy Birthday Bucky. ❤️

[mirnightghost]

[something about the sun]

YAY ACHIEVEMENT, we have already celebrated, thanks- (I will not get tired of talking about how incredible it is that I am able to do this, although a few years ago I would have died...anyway-)

I don’t like the result anymore, I want to start a new one-- (and I really hope I will do so) Although drawing pictures of this type is too difficult for all our brain systems...okay I give up, it’s difficult for me to write such posts. (I also gave up on the title, as you can see)

And hello to everyone who is still in the fandom~

[moonveilwaters]

in lieu with the recent what if episodes

[visionsofmagic]

day 14: bucky barnes [dilf]

࿓ synopsis • you’re his sugar baby, so, he want you to show your gratitude to him in the way he pleases the most.

―❦ nsfw, sugar baby!reader, f!reader, sugar daddy!bucky, licking, fingering, neck holding, pet names, pink panties, sucking, begging, ‘is all! • 0.8k • writing about mr. barnes once again and having so much fun while doing it, enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“yes, like that baby, take it and be the good girl for me,” his liquor smell rushes to your nose, hand grips your hair from the neck, pulling your face forth and pushing it back, the taste of his cock on your tongue, licking it in pleasure, want to get more and more of it as you cry, tears washing your cheeks, salvia dripping onto his abdomen whenever his cock fill up your mouth. “fuuck – feels so good, mouth so good.”

whimpering, you let a few low moans at his praising, getting closer to your climax as he gets, earning a growl from him the moment your moans send a kind of pleasure jolt to his veins, flowing from his cock to his whole body.

sitting on the ground, on your knees, you don’t care about how much your knees have the color of red since being in that position for a while now. the only matter is him – satify him.

you look at his face from the below. he looks so good, blue eyes as piercing as ever, gazes travel on your body and face, making you see the power his hold of you – bucky barnes owns you in a way no one can. it’s not about the money, no, not at all – it’s just about being his both pretty baby and lover – he says it every time – he says that you’re worth it all.

and there you are again, being his obedient sugar baby as he fulfills his desires that he has for you.

still sitting on the couch, he looks down at your pathetic face, a smirk’s ghost is visible on his attractive face, sending you chills and getting proud of yourself. to do more for him, you begin to massage his balls with your left hand whereas the other one finds your clit underneath your pinky panties that is written eat me on it – bucky’s favorite; that panties on you, and nothing else.

his hand on your hair getting tighter, pulling you back, his cock appearing as it leaves your warm mouth full of salvia and precum coming from his fat cock. “oh look at my princess,” he says, kneeling down to your level, nose to nose as he holds you by the neck addition to the grip on your hair – his blue eyes burning your body alive as he looks hazardous. “turned on so much from sucking my cock with that pretty mouth of yours that you began to finger yourself without getting a permission from me?”

your mind tries to comprehend every word he says yet it seems so difficult because you just want to suck his dick again, making it wet enough that he will bend you over the table behind you, fucking you mindlessly only to take good care of your exhausted body afterward – the definition of fucking as an enemy and loving as significant other.

he shakes his head, understanding that you have no idea what he’s talking about. leaving your neck, hand grips your hand now, taking it from your soaking pussy. “did I allow you to do that? hm?” he asks, licking your wet fingers full of your juice, and looking directly at your face while doing it. “did you forget what you should do first?”

finally, the realization hits you, heat rushing to your cheeks as you nod, beginning to say sorry how you are, “so sorry buc –“

he slaps your face with his cock, furrowing, and leaving your body freely as he leans behind, opening his legs wider – his dick stans right in front of your face, his jerking off while waiting for you to get yourself together.

“daddy! ‘m so sorry daddy – please –“

“please what, princess?” he asks, smirking when you look at his dick inside his hand, mouth begin to get wet on its own, eyes sparkling, and you look like you’re nothing but only his fucktoy. even though you’re so much more than that – more than everything in his life, he likes to have you like this – pathetic little cocksucker for him.

“let me suck your cock, daddy, please!” having no dignity, you let out a cry, hands finding his inner thighs as you put your head onto one of them, pouting so that he will get softer and let you. the quicker you make him cum into your mouth, the sooner he will begin to fuck you.

“since my pretty baby asked so nicely,” he puts his cock’s tip into your mouth by opening them within it, then, without waiting, pushing it into your mouth in one go, earning a deep painful yet full of pleasure moan from you – swearing at the sudden high feeling of pleasance, he chuckles, “suck your daddy’s cock nicely, then, maybe, I will fuck that greedy pussy of yours.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear @chloee0x0 *lots of kisses!*

[athena-grant]

-jane austen (insp)

[mellowsaturns]

just between us

DBF!BUCKY X READER

summary: you and bucky have a little moment in your bathroom at your family’s brunch 

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, fluff, bathroom sex, secret relationship, age gap (reader is in her 20s), unprotected p in v, fingering, teasing, praise kink, he’s a menace, they are just horny for each other lol

wc: 1.2k

a/n: that picture has been giving me the biggest brainrot and now y’all have to suffer with me <3 

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The sun’s shining perfectly and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky—just the perfect weather for a fancy brunch that your parents had planned for weeks now.

Everyone’s laughing and having a good time. You’re on your third mimosa and it wasn’t even twelve o’clock yet. Life was good.

You’re chatting with your friend when suddenly, all her words become white noise to you.

Because you smell him before you even see him—that distinctive and expensive cologne that managed to imprint itself onto you as well. Freezing in your spot, you could feel the warmth he’s radiating behind you. And when he places his hand on the back of your chair, his timber voice sends shivers down your spine. “I hope I’m not too late,” he announces to everyone. You had to clench your thighs shut.

“Bucky!” your father shouts, half surprised and half excited that his best friend’s here. “Thought you couldn’t make it?”

“I managed to rearrange some things,” he says, and you could picture the smirk he had on his face right now.

Bucky subtly moves his hand, his palm now directly on your skin thanks to the backless dress you’re wearing. He gently brushes his thumb against your heated skin before making his way over to your father who had managed to find an extra seat for him. And when you finally see him, your breath hitches—he looks like he’s about to go on a damn runway, pure sex on legs. You stare at him in hopes of catching his attention but he doesn’t spare a single glance at you.

Asshole, you mutter to yourself.

-

“Say that again?” he grunts into your ear. Because said asshole now had you up against the wall, your dress rolled up to your waist while he’s knuckles deep inside you.

Halfway through, you got annoyed and left the table. Unknowingly to you, he also followed you into the house and when you entered your room and into the bathroom, he grabbed your face and kissed you hard, one thing leading to another.

“Say that again, sweetheart,” he taunts, sliding his fingers deeper into you.

You whimper, clutching onto his shoulders. “Said you were an asshole,” you grit out. “You didn’t even look at me.”

He hums. “Sweetheart, you in that dress is just sinful. I know ‘cause I was the one who bought it for you,” he says. “I wouldn’t have been able to control myself if I looked at you. I would’ve fucked you right there and then in front of everyone.”

He chuckles when you clench around his fingers. “You like that? You like the idea of me bending you over and taking you so everyone can see?” he teases into your ear, voice low and husky. “I wonder what they’ll say when they find out you’re fucking your father’s best friend.”

You whimper at his suggestion but with the way he’s holding you, so rough and so passionate, you couldn’t care less about what they’ll say about you and Bucky.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, kissing up your neck. You gasp when he bites down. “I can’t get enough of you.”

You’re close and he knows it too. He goes in for a bruising kiss and curves his fingers at just the right spot, one that only he’s able to hit and you shutter against him.

After he licks your arousal off his fingers, he gives you no time to recover as he spins you around and bends you over the counter, caging you in between his arms and the cold marble. He’s eager to feel you and it takes no time for him to slide in.

“Bucky!” you gasp.

“Fuck. I miss this,” he moans, as if he didn’t take you apart so good last week that you had trouble walking the next day. “It’s like you were made just for me.”

There’s an intense warmth building inside of you with the way he’s gripping your hip and pounding into you from behind. You’re clutching the counter to stabilize yourself from his rhythmic thrusts and trying really hard to suppress the obscene noises that are threatening to escape.

You hope no one’s in the house right now because you accidentally let out a needy cry.

He uses one of his hands to cover your mouth, his large palm helping you muffle all your guttural moans. “I can feel you, doll,” he rasps, “Does my pretty girl want to cum?”

You hum, nodding your head pathetically.

“Hmm? What was that?”

You're pleading but it gets lost.

“No?” he teases before slowing down.

Asshole.

He chuckles at your mewling and finally lets go of his hand. “Please. Bucky, please. Let me cum,” you whine.

He smirks at your desperate voice and lifts your head up then, making you look into the mirror.

“Look at you,” he muses, “taking me so well.” His fiery eyes meet your dazed ones in the reflection and you brace yourself as he picks up his pace again. Bringing you up against his chest, he kneads your tender flesh while his hot breaths hit your neck.

He holds you tighter when your legs start to shake and when you finally release, he follows seconds later, filling you up with him leaving you sticky and satisfied. “You did so well for me, baby,” he praises, holding you in his arms while your pounding heart settles from the aftermath of your orgasm.

He leaves first just to lower the suspicion and you take this time to make yourself presentable again. As always, your hair is a mess and you have mascara running down your face—nothing new thanks to Bucky.

When you join the table again, he’s already there laughing at some joke your parents said but you don’t miss the cheeky glance and wink he gives you.

Your friend looks at you for a moment, but continues the conversation the two of you left off at. If people wonder why you’re always disappearing, they don’t ask. It gives you a sort of thrill that maybe they know. That you're in something so illicit and that he’s yours as much as you are his.

You probe at the coffee cake in front of you, not hungry anymore because you’re full of him already.

Later, when everyone is helping to clean up, your phone buzzes with a notification.

Meet me in my car in 10.

You look up and Bucky’s looking at you from the other end of the backyard with a smirk on his lips.

You scoff. The sun was still out but then you remember he has very tinted windows installed in his black Mercedes and who were you to deny him when he’s looking like that?

In five, you text back.

When you look at him again, he’s biting his lip and looking at you with that look—the one he gives you during those moments in between heated kisses—like you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him.

[moralsareathingofthepast]

YOU'RE KIDDING.

"the friend he LOVED"???????

LOVED?????

THE FRIEND HE MOTHER FUCKING LOVED.

[3twindragons]

well, thankfully he can handle himself around pretty naked surprise cybersoldiers (he can't) xD

[luckycl0ve]

pin-up bucky for pride month 🤠🏳️‍🌈

NSFW version and WIP sketches available to the public on my patreon (no minors please)

[nocek]

some progress!! lineart is not completely done since last two weeks I was sick which sucked, but background should go much quicker. I hope? Unless I start to add more and more random shit :D

we will see ;)

[lives-in-midgard]

"Even when the night changes"

"It will never change me and you"

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

Nobody talk to me omg

[moonveilwaters]

LOOK AT HIM

[bibislutmarvel]

Y/N with Steve and Bucky 👀

[bagel--bytes]

I have a problem

[burninblood]

Random Buckynat moments from the novel "The Death of Captain America"

This was basically the novelization of the comic run of the same name, but had an extra dose of feels, and it's totally canon. I suspect the writer for this was a buckynat shipper

(little details that aren't in the comics... Bucky sleeping with his head on Nat's shoulder. I'm so weak!)

(the kissing scene is so cute too, better than in the comics imo!)

Hope you liked it <3