#ps!dbf!bucky

[becca-e-barnes]

The Bad Day at Work

I'd been thinking about The Video earlier and I thought this might make an awfully sexy short part 2. In my head, the two pieces are set a couple of months apart. If you didn't already think I have a God complex, you'll think that by the time you're finished reading this 🙃

Pairing: Pornstar!Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Bucky has a tough day on set

Warnings: Age gap (Bucky is in his late 40's, reader is in her mid 20's), masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise kink, mentions of pornography

Minors, do not interact

You were beyond glad that your parents weren't home when the front clicked shut.

You were even more glad to be home alone when you felt a pair of warm lips on your neck, restless hands on your waist and the slight scruff of Bucky's stubble scratching your skin.

"Hello, you." You couldn't help but smile, partly because you didn't expect to see him today but mostly because he was so fucking eager.

You felt him hum his response more than you heard it. His mouth was occupied after all. His fingers flexed and tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you as close as he could manage.

"Good day at work?" You teased, arching your back slightly to press your ass against him. No matter how many he sees in his line of work, Bucky is absolutely an ass man.

"Are you joking?" He groans, sounding frustrated. "I don't think I've ever had a worse day on set."

He's piqued your interest, that's for sure. By all accounts, he's usually very happy with his job but that's to be somewhat expected when you're one of the most popular male pornstars in the industry.

Your phone lies long forgotten on the marble countertop and you do your best to loosen his grip enough to allow you to turn to face him.

"What happened?" You don't even sound incredibly sure of yourself. He might not want to talk about it and if that's the case, you don't want to press him.

"I couldn't finish." His cheeks are burning pink like someone has slapped both of them; frustration and shame blazing under his skin. "I tried everything. Thank God I had a condom on so I could fake it."

Your heart rate speeds up because you don't have a clue how to fix this. How do you make him feel better? What could you say that won't make him feel worse?

It's fine, it happens to everyone! Perhaps not.

I'm so sorry you couldn't finish for some other woman. Nope, not awfully sincere.

Maybe you're just getting to that age? No, definitely not.

"Well, what did you try? You've never had that problem when we're together." Your fingers drift through his dark hair and you can smell the fragrance of his shampoo so strongly, you know he's had a shower before he came over. He always does. It's just nice to be reminded though.

"Everything I usually do. I tried talking dirty, I tried changing positions. Nothing worked for me. She was a lovely woman, don't get me wrong." He's never sounded less sure of himself and it's actually a little heartbreaking. "I think you've broken me."

You can't help but laugh. You've broken him. As if he doesn't consistently leave your legs shaking. As if he didn't introduce you to pleasure that even your favourite vibrators can't compare to.

"It's true! I swear. The only time I even got close was when I closed my eyes and thought of you. But Jesus, that felt so wrong. I couldn't do that." He didn't think he'd admit that to you but in the moment, it was hard to keep it in.

That's a compliment though, right? It's a little weird but he meant well.

You didn't expect any of this when he walked through the door and you feel yourself racing to keep up, trying to find something to say to fill the silence.

"Nothing feels as good as you do." Thankfully he's still functioning, pent up frustration simmering over and his lips make their way back to your neck. "Nothing fucking compares to you." His hands slip under the hem of your thin top and you don't make any attempt to stop them.

Heat blossoms low in your tummy, creeping its way into your chest while the praise keeps coming.

"No one moans as pretty as you do. No one touches me like you do. No one makes me as filthy-minded as you do." He punctuates his sentences with squeezes to your breasts and bites to your skin and the combination is magical.

"Oh yeah? Are you sure? Because I'm going to be really disappointed if you can't cum for me either." You're only teasing him and he knows it but with his injured pride, he's already far too keen to prove himself.

"We both know I don't have that problem with you, honey. Hell, if anything, I struggle to last." He's inflating your ego and you're not sure if he knows it.

You don't really know which of you are more keen as you begin your ascent to your bedroom, trying to shed your clothes on the way. It's a relief to see the smile on his face and for a second, you just have to stop in the hallway to kiss him because he's too damn cute.

Neither of you have it in you to wait. With the state you're in, any more foreplay might just leave you trembling and despite the fact he likes to be courteous, he doesn't have the patience to drag this out either.

You lay on your back on the bed, watching him kiss up the insides of your thighs while stroking his own erection and you struggle to remember a time you felt this overwhelmed with excitement. Eventually, you feel his hot breath on your slick cunt but for once, he doesn't dwell there too long. There's a desperation to the way he's stroking himself now and you entirely understand, despite how mesmerising it is to watch him touch himself.

"Fuck, look at you." He moans, his thumb pressed to the top side of his length while he slides himself against your wet folds. "You're so perfect. All over." He grants himself a couple more indulgent, slow glides over your sex before he cups your face in one hand.

The blunt tip of his dick presses against your entrance, sliding into your body and you resist the urge to close your eyes and enjoy the feeling in favour of keeping your eyes fixed on his, drinking in how his expression reflects the pleasure he feels.

It's not hard to tell that the very first stroke has you both feeling the same. It's more than just feeling full, in a way it's almost closer to feeling complete.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna have to touch yourself." His cheeks are just as flushed as they were when he came in earlier but now he's embarrassed for entirely the opposite reason.

"You've barely started, don't tell me you're going to cum already." You can't help but laugh, taking his advice regardless. Your fingers are well versed in self pleasure, your hand slipping down between your bodies until you're able to rub your own clit in tight circles.

"I can't help it." His voice comes out closer to an elated giggle than you expected. "You've ruined me. Fuck, I'm yours."

The fingers of your free hand curl in the short hair above the back of his neck while he continues to fuck himself stupid into you. He's hardly even thinking now, letting each little confession tumble from his lips before he can even think about them.

"You've broken me. God, you feel so fucking perfect. You own me. Your cunt owns me. Holy shit." He sounds wrecked, clearly already trying to hold off his orgasm while you chase yours and you're beyond thankful it's not too far away. How could it be with confessions like that?

You feel your body fluttering around his cock, euphoria washing over you in waves that you couldn't surface from if you tried. It's an all consuming, frantic kind of pleasure. Each thrust from your partner only drags you in deeper and it's truly heavenly.

"Cum for me, Buck." You don't have to encourage him too many times. He's more than happy to give in, his arms shaking, proudly finishing inside you with a groan so beautiful that it makes you wonder if you could cum again.

He's entirely spent, for now anyway. You hear him chuckle, relief making him giddy because so long as he's still able to cum for you, you haven't completely broken him.

"Well." You smile, kissing his head before getting up to head to the bathroom. "At least I know you didn't fake that."

[navybrat817]

i come bearing dilfs i mean gifts

Give me that DILF! 🔥

Credit to @rainbowkisses31

Seriously. Married Bucky going on a date with you. Single dad!Bucky. DBF!Bucky. BFD!Bucky. Werewolf!Bucky or Hal.

This man. Why does he keep doing this to us?

I don't want him to stop.

Love and thanks! ❤️

PS - More DILF era.

[jbucb]

Hey sweetie, I don’t know if you take writing advice but I just came from reading Cygnus, your dbf!Bucky fic, and I feel like I should tell you that you need to switch paragraphs whenever a new character speaks.

Taking an excerpt from your story, this paragraph in particular:

"We shouldn't probably head back before they notice we're gone." I start to say, it's almost like me didn't hear what I'd said but as I start to stand..."I could fix that." That stopped me dead in my tracks. "Y/n.. shit. " he breathes in "I didn't Mean to say that" he starts to ramble as he stands "God Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-" "you really mean that" didn't even hear him start to ramble I all I could hear is I could fix that repeating in my head, my thoughts. "Yes, Y/n yes, I really apologize for saying that." he touched my arm briefly, and that snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up at him, confused as to why he is apologizing.

Would look somewhat like this if it were grammatically correct:

"We shouldn't probably head back before they notice we're gone." I start to say, it's almost like me didn't hear what I'd said but as I start to stand...

"I could fix that." That stopped me dead in my tracks. "Y/n.. shit, " he breathes in "I didn't Mean to say that," he starts to ramble as he stands "God Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"You really mean that?" didn't even hear him start to ramble I all I could hear is I could fix that repeating in my head, my thoughts.

"Yes, Y/n yes, I really apologize for saying that." He touched my arm briefly, and that snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up at him, confused as to why he is apologizing.

See? That makes it a lot easier to identify who is saying what, and it’s also a lot easier to read and appreciate.

You could also play a little with your tenses and styling of words. If I were to write this same paragraph, I’d look something like this:

"We shouldn't probably head back before they notice we're gone," I said, it was almost as if he didn't hear it.

But as I started to stand he spoke, voice low, almost a whisper, as if he were just letting his thoughts out in the wind, "I could fix that." That stopped me dead in my tracks. "Y/n.. shit, " he breathed in "I didn't Mean to say that," he started to ramble as he stood "God Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"-You really mean that? " I didn't even hear him start to ramble, all I could hear was “I could fix that” repeating over and over in my head, his words sinking deep within my thoughts.

"Yes, Y/n yes, I really apologize for saying that," he touched my arm briefly, and that snapped me out of my own head. I look up at him, confused as to why he was apologizing.

You can definitely switch between past and present, as you see I did up there, just be a bit more careful when it is in the same sentence (Like you did in the very last one) because then it’s just not grammatically correct. You could try using Grammarly or Hemingway to check your spelling before posting too (I'm dyslexic, I do it all the time).

Also be very careful with your dialogue tags, basic rules are:

“Add a coma after you finish a sentence,” she said.

“Unless your sentence is followed by an action, or someone else’s actions, then you add a dot.” He turned to look at me.

“And if it’s the last line, or you’re not staying who said something, you also add a dot.”

“All of that gets cancelled out if you use a question or exclamation mark!” She added in the end.

Either way, I’m sorry if my comments bother you, you can definitely just ignore me, but I certainly would’ve appreciate someone telling me all this rules when I was starting out, especially since English is not my first language and writing style and rules vary a lot within languages.

PS: it’s not opitomy it’s epitome.

Also if you want more writing tips and these don’t bother you, I’d be happy to help whenever, just tell me and I’ll stop being an annon 🫶🏼

Thank you! This actually helps a lot, I swear I'm not being defensive when I send this, but I know how this will sound. I promise I kept running into this issue whilst writing this. Grammarly was the one that added comas. This was my first time using grammly, and I am very disappointed in how it worked. I'm thinking about swapping to Hemingway since I deleted grammarly.

Grammarly was constantly trying to find a way to force everything into a paragraph and correct words like epitome constantly to the point I just gave up trying to correct it, saying I would get to eventually and forgot.

I eventually got fed up enough that I deleted it after I wrote the second chapter!

I promise in everything sense of the word that the grammatical errors will be fixed.

PS: I don't mind the help, you can approach me in my DMs I won't mind. Truly sorry if I came off a bit harsh or defensive in anything that I wrote.

( I there's some typos that definitely slipped by me like, "We shouldn't probably head back before they notice we're gone" was quite literally "We should probably head back before they notice we're gone" that'd had to slip in on the finally grammarly run through 😖 again like I said I was genuinely disappointed in Grammarly.)

Little fun fact : A mix of German and English is what I was raised on, and somehow, French, Spanish, Russian, Romanian, Italian and Nederlands(In that order) got thrown into the mix as I got older so I definitely could see where a lot of grammatical errors could appear.

[teamtargaryenapologinist]

Drabbles

PS!Bucky  1  2 

DBF!Bucky  1 

Pre-Work Out

Headcannons

One Shots

Whatever It Takes

Summary: Bucky is willing to do whatever it takes to get you back.

Toxic and Jealous

Summary: Bucky is fed up with you going on shitty dates so he finally does something about it.

Series

Drabbles

StepDad  1

Headcannons

One Shots

Series

[noceurous]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ about me

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ horny thoughts with mac (requests) submit here

ps : i accept requests only if i am inspired with the idea and i try to write them in the hc/blurb/drabble formats rather than a full long one shot

notes: you’re not allowed to copy/repost/translate any of my work if you see any of my work outside of here please notify me and report the person who does so

by any interactions with this blog you’re telling me you’re over the age 18, liking/rebloging/sending asks etc. if i catch any minor or ageless blog i will block them without hesitation.

your media consumption is your own responsibility. don’t guilt-trip me for my content

ღ 𝐣. ‘𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲’ 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

ocean eyes

—bucky learns everything about love, thanks to you

desperate

—you were just desperate and he was just there

troublemaker

—your boyfriend is nothing but a troublemaker, but he knows how to say sorry [biker!bucky]

dirty thoughts

—the priest who will officiate your best friend’s wedding was intimidatingly hot [priest!bucky]

vita brevis

—your neighbour was a sight for sore eyes, and single [dilf!bucky]

tell me i’m ‘pretty’

—sometimes loving someone deeply is not enough, and sometimes it is

undercover lover

— james ‘bucky’ barnes is literally the best man to have on your side at your father’s wedding. [dbf!bucky]

good enough

—it had been long enough you have met with someone who knows what they were doing

teach me what love is

—best way to learn about love is from the one you were forced to be married [mob!bucky] (+ small drabble)

do i even have a chance?

—he never thought he ever had a chance with the prettiest girl he ever saw. [chubby!bucky]

love and fear

—there is no love if there is no fear [sugar daddy!bucky]

get you back

— you hated that you loved Bucky Barnes, and he loved that you could not hate him.[dbf!bucky]

𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

i know better than to call you mine — you can have your way with me until you go

—you loved him, but again you only love the unreachable ones. [dilf!bucky]

ღ lee bodecker

girls like you don’t need heaven

—the night always worked in favour of troublesome men.

[bucksfucks]

I’m going to do an empirical study now on how long it’ll take for my ask to get through XD

She calls me daddy” by KiNG MALA gives me total roommate!bucky and dbf!bucky vibes 🥵

- 💀 (try 6 started: 15/05/21)

PS: if you’ve already received this and just don’t want to interact with it, no hard feelings XD just post sth to tell me and I’ll stop lmao

bruh no way it took 6 tries skfkskdkskkd @staff !!!! y’all got some clean up on aisle three to do cause what the fuck 🤨✋🏻

[becca-e-barnes]

do you have any pornstar dbf!bucky thots👀

The Video

I've had this thought in my head all damn day and I just needed to write it. I'll link this piece on both my Dad's Best Friend!Bucky master list and the Pornstar!Bucky master list because I don't want to choose.

Consider this the piece I wrote to celebrate my birthday today 💗 here’s to 23 with you lovely folks! 🥂

Pairing: Pornstar! Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You find out what your father’s best friend does for work.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is in her mid 20’s, Bucky is in his late 40’s), vaginal fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, praise kink, mentions of rough pornography, dirty talk, pet names, degradation

Minors, do not interact

Avoiding Bucky had never been your plan, purely because it would’ve been a fucking stupid one.  Realistically, it wouldn’t have been easy to avoid someone who probably spent more time at your house than they did their own.  When he wasn’t at ‘work’, your father’s friend seemed to spend his time at your house, mowing the lawn or polishing your mom’s car or watching some pointless sports game with your dad.

You’d never really questioned what Bucky got up to for work.  You imagined growing up that he must’ve practiced a trade since he was always the one your father called to fix the kitchen sink when it sprung a leak or tinker with the garage door when it became difficult to pull down.

Now that you were fully clued in however, it all made painful sense why Bucky had been so evasive when you had come right out and asked him what he did for work the year before you graduated from college.

“What do you think I do, sweetheart?”  He had asked with a smirk tugging at the corners of his soft, pink lips.

“I have no idea, Buck!  You seem to have as much free time as you like, I just don’t understand how you pay the bills.”  You had mused, sitting in your own garage on a work bench, swinging your legs in front of you, secretly hoping that Bucky would notice just how cute and tiny those shorts you were wearing are.  Unfortunately for you, he didn’t look up from under the bonnet of your dad’s jeep.

“I guess you could say I’m self-employed, angel.  I pick and choose the jobs I want.  I have plenty of offers.”  He tried to keep it as non-descript as possible, dodging the question rather than lying about it.

“I bet you do, you seem good with your hands.”  He could tell by the genuine innocence in your voice that you truly had no idea.  You weren’t leading him to answer one way or another.

He huffed out a laugh as he grabbed the rag beside him, wiping the oil from his hands, muddying the white cloth with the dark residue.  “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.”

It all made perfect sense now though, scrolling through picture after picture on your phone.  Every drag of your fingertip brought a fresh wave of video thumbnails, each somehow more obscene than the last.  The titles certainly weren’t much better.  

Pictures of beautiful young women flooded your screen.  Some had their makeup thoroughly ruined, mascara tracked down their cheeks and a fucked-out look in their eyes.  Some were on their knees, their hair grabbed into a rough ponytail while they rested the tip of a cock on their tongue.  Some were bent over, evidently ‘trapped’ under their bed with their ass in the air. 

Curiosity got the better of you, after ignoring a warning from your brain that this might be an invasion of Bucky’s privacy.  It was all posted on the internet after all, it’s not like he could keep it a secret forever.  

One video caught your eye, titled ‘James Barnes fucks tight brunette, HUGE cumshot’.  The crude objectification made you wince a little but the short snippet of video that the thumbnail provided you with seemed a little bit gentler than the rest.

Skipping the first few minutes helped you feel like you weren’t too invested.  This was research.  Plain and simple nosiness.  You had no intention of watching this for any purpose other than to see whether Bucky Barnes had perfected his craft or not.

“Shit, that’s it.  So fuckin’ pretty like this.”  The voice from your phone was familiar but so much lower than you’d ever heard it before; so deep, you could only have described it as a growl.

The girl whimpered, almost pathetically.  You couldn’t blame her.  Bucky wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination and judging by the reaction of the woman he was buried inside, he managed to hit all the spots he needed to.

You’d heard fake moans before.  Hell, you’d made plenty of them yourself.  Enough to know that the woman you were watching wasn’t orchestrating hers for the benefit of the camera.  No, those were real.  Right down to the trembling thighs either side of Bucky’s narrow hips.

“You have no idea how perfect you feel.  Tight and wet and warm.  You take me so fuckin’ well.”  You watched as he slid inside her, painfully slowly.  Admittedly, her body did take him well, letting him sink in until he had nothing left to give.  This poor woman was already looking somewhat blissed out, begging him to fuck her but that’s when you skipped forward to about a minute before the end.  That same woman was now clawing at his muscular back, whimpering and sobbing delightfully while Bucky pounded into her.  He wasn’t holding back in the slightest, letting the same filth tumble from his lips.

“Oh baby, you sound like you can’t take any more.  Are you done?”  He was so condescending, it made your gut tighten with lust, a dull throb settling between your legs but the woman only shook her head.

“Good girl.  God, ’m so close.  You’ll never get enough, will you?  Just a needy fucking slut for me.  Gonna have you all cock obsessed.  Bet you’ll think of me every time you touch that pretty pussy of yours from now on.  You’ll be begging to see me again.”  Bucky sounded wrecked, finishing his sentence with a drawn out, low groan.  Within a couple of seconds, he had pulled out, splashing his seed all over the woman’s tummy, pearlescent spend rolling down her sides and onto the sheets while some pooled on her heaving chest.

Over the next few days, you tried desperately to get what you had seen out of your head.  You tried hard, you really did.  Perhaps it didn’t help that late at night, you found yourself going back to watch more.  Perhaps it also didn’t help that you found your hand drifting under your panties as you watched, taking care of that familiar throb that seemed to turn into an ache when you watched for too long without touching yourself.

Dodging Bucky was simple enough but you knew you couldn’t keep it up forever.  Hiding in your room couldn’t become a hobby just because you found out your father’s best friend, the older man you had been so innocently crushing on, was a porn star.

The first time you bumped into him though, it was game over.  He could tell just from the way you looked at him that something was up, or rather, the way you couldn’t look at him.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?”  He asked, watching you make yourself look busy in the cereal cupboard late one afternoon after he had walked into your kitchen.  You saw him coming and very obviously tried find any excuse that meant you wouldn’t have to talk to him.

“I’m fine, looking for cereal.”  You replied, your head almost buried in the cupboard.

“Well, I hope you find it.  If you can’t see it from there, you’ve got a problem.  I bet your nose is practically touching the box, you’re so deep in there.”  He sounded too damn amused and it only made you more embarrassed.  This really was the last thing you needed.  “Why are you avoiding me, honey?”

There it was.  You were called out.

“I’m not!”  You tried to sound sincere but you weren’t awfully successful; you knew even as you were saying the words that it wasn’t going to fly.

“Mhm, and the fact you saw me coming has nothing to do with how you’re buried shoulder deep in the cereal cupboard?  Don’t think I’m stupid.  I know you’re avoiding me.”  In hindsight, you maybe could’ve handled that a little bit better but now here you were, pulling yourself back out and forcing some painfully awkward eye contact.

“I’ve seen the videos.”  You mumbled, looking away and making yourself busy with your nails.

“Okay.”  He dragged the word out a little, slowing it down and only adding to it’s gravity.  “And?  You’re an adult.  You know what porn is.  Things don’t need to be weird but if you’re uncomfortable having me around, I can leave you alone.”

“No, you don’t have to, I don’t have a problem with it.  It’s all just very… Rough?”  You weren’t really sure this was a conversation you wanted to be having, shame burning in the pit of your stomach because clearly you’d just admitted to watching more than a video or two.

He paused for a second, nodding his head, the couple of light grey hairs at the crown of his head glinting in the light.  “You’re right, sweetheart.  It's a little rough at times.  That’s not my preference, that’s the script I’m given.”

That made sense and somehow settled you just a little.  “So you just stick to the script?”  You quiz, holding eye contact with him again for a few seconds before it got too intense.

“For the most part.  It doesn’t tell me what to say, that’s all up to me.  It just gives me direction.  It’s a running order of the scenes we’ve agreed to shoot.  Most of those videos certainly aren’t a representation of how I would want to fuck if I got the choice.”  His lips were curled in a soft smile, watching you lap this all up.

“A-and how would you want to fuck if you got to choose?”  You couldn’t quite believe you’d said it but apparently you did because the question hung in the air longer than you might have wanted it to.

“Well sweetheart, that depends.  I’d treat a pretty little thing like you a bit differently.  I’d have to be slow with you.  Really ease you into it.  I bet I’d have to spend a lot of time working you up to take me.  I think I’d start by giving you my tongue until I can slip a finger into you.  Then a second finger.  Maybe a third if I think you can manage it.”  He could see the effect this was having on you.  You’d wanted to imagine it while you’d watched his videos but you couldn’t bring yourself to fall into the fantasy.  Now he was dragging you into it.

“Then I’d put you on your hands and knees.  I’d tell you to rub yourself while I press inside you, so slow you’ll be begging me to give you all of me.  And when you’re at that point, ruined and desperate for more, I’ll fuck you nice and slow.  I’ll have you just as addicted as those other girls but with a kinder pleasure.  I’d tell you how beautiful you are and how badly I’ve wanted to kiss every inch of your skin I can.  I’d tell you how gorgeous you look when you cum and how it’s better than I ever imagined.”

God, this was something close to a dream come true.  “I-I’d like that.  That sounds… Nice.”  Words were really failing you, hoping this was a genuine offer and not just some hypothetical situation that would never play out.

“It does sound nice.”  Bucky huffed out a laugh.  “It sounds real fucking nice.  I shouldn’t want my best friend’s daughter cumming around me.  I know I shouldn’t.  I know I think about it far too often but nothing gets me off the way you do.”

Your breath caught in your throat, an embarrassing arousal throbbing its way around your body, settling in the pit of your stomach.  Heat blossomed in your chest, hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t some sick joke.  

“I want that.  But I don’t want you to be too gentle.  I want you to fuck me the way you want to fuck.  Not what you think I need.”  Your confidence almost caught him off guard and he didn’t expect to find it as sexy as he did.

“God, you’re a tease.”  He muttered under his breath, crossing the short space between you both to crash your lips against his.  You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the difference in size almost making you shudder because you’d never felt this small against a partner.

His lips were soft, his hands wandering seemingly everywhere at once and it was so much to take in.  Fuck, it was perfect.  Intense and hungry but not overwhelming.

“Bed, Buck.”  You pant between fervent kisses before he’s grabbed you by the back of the thighs, helping you wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you to your room. 

You both had your clothes stripped off in a frenzy, not giving much thought to anything other than the way your lips slotted together.  Your bottom lip felt perfectly at home between his teeth, the slight pain of his bite only making you moan.

“You’re such a good girl.”  He whispers, tugging your panties off and groaning when he realises how slick they are already.  “Fuck, I should’ve known how bad you’d need this.  It’s always the ones you least expect.”

His breath feels so hot on your neck, littering the skin with kisses and gentle nibbles, panting tiny groans against you while his fingers slide over your core.

You’re wet and messy, aching with a need you didn’t know you were capable of.  “Oh sweetheart, I could slip right into you.  You’re soaking wet for me.  God, you’re a dream.”

“Buck, please.  I want your tongue later.  P-please just fuck me first.”  You could hardly manage a conhesive thought with the way his fingertips played with your body ever so gently, alternating between rubbing little circles on your clit and teasing your hole with the tips of two fingers, pressing them in just to the first knuckle.

“This is wrong, sweetheart.  So fucking wrong.  I shouldn’t get this fuckin’ excited hearing you beg for my dick but it’s all I’ve wanted for months.”  His voice is just as low as you heard in those videos, dripping with arousal.

“The only thing ‘wrong’ here is the fact you’re not inside me yet.”  You giggle quietly, rolling over and presenting your ass to him, exactly how he had described earlier.  

Whatever self-control he had was gone.  Long gone.  The sight of you offering your slick, hot core was more than enough to ruin him but the way you watched him over your shoulder with an excited smile almost had him trembling with need.

“This is wrong.”  He whispered, lining the tip of his dick up with your entrance, grunting at the feeling of the wet heat.

“So wrong.”  You repeated quietly.  “S-so fucking wrong.  We shouldn’t be doing this.”  You were breathless already, pressing yourself back until his tip had just slipped inside you.  “We shouldn’t need this as badly as we do.”

Bucky’s groan was beautiful, watching as you shifted yourself back to allow the rest of his length to slide slowly into you.

“You know damn well what you’re doing to me.”  He sighed, looking away from the sight of his thick length gliding home.  “Play with yourself.  I won’t last long this time sweetheart but trust me, I’ve got all night with you.”  

You’d never seen him this wrecked so early on in any of his videos so you did as you were told, letting two fingers circle your clit the way you often did when you watched him slide into those other women.  

You heard him take a deep breath, pulling back out as far as possible without slipping out before pressing back in again, dragging a soft groan from both of you.  This was everything you’d both longed for and more.

His huge hands squeezed the cheeks of your ass, admiring the how soft and plush it felt under his touch, dragging himself back out only to press back in, earning another groan.

You could’ve taken this forever, enjoying the way his tip nudged that delicate spot inside you while your fingers worked exactly how you like them to.  This was bliss in its truest form.  This was the passion you had craved, the gentle touches and soft praises but accompanied by an all-consuming pleasure.

“Faster Bucky, please.”  You whined and hell, you looked like a goddess, fallen forward onto the bed, so consumed by sensations that you wanted to have no control over and he could recognise that so clearly.

“Tell me you need me.”  He panted, speeding up his thrusts, letting each one land beautifully before forcing himself momentarily from the heat of your body once more.

“Oh God, I need you.  I need you, Bucky.  I need you to fuck me faster.  Fuck me harder.  It feels so good.  I’m gonna cum for you, I just need more.”  You couldn’t help but sob, drowning in the litany of groans and curses falling from the older man lips.

Your fingers worked faster, in time with the thrusts you were receiving until it all come crumbling down around you.  The knot in your tummy tightened unbearably, your heart pounding as the sensation took over entirely.  It was a perfect release, your body clenching and tightening rhythmically while you sobbed the ecstasy into the pillow under your head.

“Oh good girl, that’s it.  Cum nice ‘n hard.  O-oh God.”  You vaguely registered Bucky coaching you through your orgasm before reaching his own but unlike any of his videos, he didn’t pull out.  He stayed buried inside you, pressed as deep as he could go.  You felt the weight of his seed inside you, the position allowing it to drip deeper, pooling at your cervix and the thought alone made you shudder.

“My God, that was…. Wow.”  He laughed, kissing down your spine before pulling out and flopping onto the bed beside you.  

“Yeah… Wow.”  You giggled, kissing his cheek and curling up against him, not really worried that you were both a little sweaty.  

“I meant it though.  I’ll be gentle with you later.  I’ll take my time with you.  I just needed that.”  He kissed your forehead, running a hand down your back and damn, he certainly wouldn’t hear you complaining.

[becca-e-barnes]

omg that dbf pornstar!bucky drabble😩>> becca do you have anymore thots about him🙏

I always have thots about ps!dbf!bucky! 😏

Because I feel like that dick is addictive. Let's face it, you're gonna be daydreaming about it for weeks on end, good sex is so hard to forget.

I like to imagine it's pretty addictive for him too though because above all else, this sex is real. It's an opportunity for him to truly enjoy sex with a connection, rather than just scripted positions. It's grounded in real pleasure because neither of you are acting. You're kissing him because you want to kiss him. You're biting his shoulder because that's what feels right to you in that moment. You're asking for what you want next. Nothing is scripted; nothing is expected and that's such a different set up to what he's used to.

When you first start hooking up, the sex is bound to be so frantic. It's like the lust just bubbles over all of a sudden and your lips are on his while you try to get each other out of your clothes as quickly as possible. And that's nice! It feels good even just to get to take your clothes off because that's not something he has to do at work.

"You're so pretty, angel." He whispers, kissing down your neck so slowly. It's even nice to just get a chance to whisper because he doesn't get that in the studio. You're the only person that can hear him right now and it nearly gives him a kind of thrill. He doesn't have to think about tensing his muscles and looking his best, he can show you an intimate kind of sex where he's a lot less guarded and self conscious.

"Bucky..." You whine, your head thrown back, giving his mouth complete access to your throat.

"I know baby, I know. You're so needy. I bet you're ready for me already." A hand drifts under your skirt, up to your panties, rubbing you like he owns your cunt. His confidence makes you squirm and his gentle hum of approval leaves you wanting to squeeze your thighs together. You know you're soaked but it's almost embarrassing that he knows it now too.

"You've never had a man touch you like this before, have you blossom? You've never had someone who knows what you need and knows how to give it to you. Used to tell you all the time to stop dating those stupid boys." The pressure he's applying with his fingertips on your clothed pussy is perfect while you shake your head no. He's firm but considerate, letting you press yourself desperately against him in an effort to take more.

"They had no idea how you like to be touched, did they? And honestly sweetheart, neither do I. I don't know what you like yet. But I can promise you, I'm gonna work it out. I'll try everything we can think of. How does that sound? Just keep you in bed for a couple of days. I bet we could find things you didn't even realise you were into. That sound like a good idea?" His voice is calm and measured, his breath hot on your neck and his suggestion sounds pretty damn perfect.

He loses his cool a little when you nod quickly. You're as keen on this as he is and it's that mutual excitement at the prospect of some more really good sex that makes this even better for him.

[becca-e-barnes]

thoughts on ps!dbf!bucky and thigh riding 👀

Stop it, this is one of my favourites, thigh riding is so simple but SO underrated 🙈

Because I think if there's anyone who understands just how good thigh riding can feel for his partner, it's ps!dbf!bucky. That man knows every trick in the book. He wrote the damn book. He laminated the pages of the book so they won't get wet. You get the idea.

And I love the thought of just a really slow, hazy, intimate afternoon with him that only speeds up out of need, rather than necessity. Just a lazy afternoon in bed, enjoying each other's company and no need to rush. There are no distractions other than your soft groans mingling with his and the faint sound of cars driving through the light rain that's falling outside.

It's cosy and familiar and there's a real comfort that comes with being so entirely wrapped up in him. His hands trail over your body, working their way under the t-shirt you're wearing, seeking out the warmth of your skin. His lips are firm and insistent, sliding against your own with a kind of ease that only comes from practice.

This feels so different to the scenes he films. Lust seeps into your movements so slowly, it reminds him none of this is orchestrated. You're touching him the way you want to touch him; you're not following a script and in return, he has the same freedom to just enjoy the moment.

"Baby..." He whispers, low and gravelly and you don't need to see him to know his eyes are closed. You take advantage of the chance to catch your breath, curling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer again after a second.

Instead of returning his lips to yours, they find their way to your neck, not that you have any issue with the open mouthed kisses he's now trailing down your skin. This is what he wants and you're more than happy to give it to him.

He allows himself a few seconds between kisses to just get entirely lost in you. He almost forgets the task at hand, he's so entirely consumed by the familiarity of the moment. The smell of your perfume, the heat of your body, the way you sound when you groan his name; everything screams 'home' to him. There's a gentle tenderness behind every touch and he doesn't want that to be forgotten.

But in the time he's spent inside his own head, he realises he's neglected your need a little more than he intended to. You're now gripping his thigh that had previously been just resting between both of yours, pressing your core down against it and oh, he didn't realise just how desperate you'd got until that point.

Your thin panties do nothing to hide your arousal, not that it was ever any secret given the way you're pressing his mouth to your neck and whimpering.

"Does that feel nice?" He teases quietly, pulling away from your neck so he can watch your face as you nod. "Good. I'm glad."

One of his hands holds your hip, guiding you back and forth over his thigh, making sure that you reach your full range of motion with each drag. "That's it, good girl. Nice and slow." A strange sort of pride blooms in his chest at the tiny sob of frustration he tears from your lips.

Your panties are entirely soaked through. Not that it ever takes very long but he's almost impressed by how little he's had to touch you to get you into this state.

"You're gonna make a mess, sweetheart." He sounds amused and ever so slightly condescending and it's just beautiful. "That's okay. You can go a little stupid if you want to. Hump my thigh if that's what you need." It sounds truly pathetic when he says it like that but at the same time, it feels so perfect you don't really have it in you to stop.

[becca-e-barnes]

what about ps!dbf!bucky and face sitting?👀

I love the thought of this because that man doesn’t fuck around when it comes to eating pussy

His motto is “if I drown, at least I’ll die happy” so there’s no chance he’s letting you just hover, he wraps his arms around your hips and pulls you down so you’re totally resting on his face

“Hands in my hair, sugar. Hold on tight.” He smirks before giving you broad strokes with his tongue, starting at your little fluttering hole, all the way to rub so gently against your clit. It’s not quite what you expected from your father’s best friend. He doesn’t do many face sitting scenes, mainly because there’s not much for the camera to see but God, is he talented.

His tongue continues, back and forth, teasing gently at your entrance before gliding to nudge your clit and back down. As he moves, he doesn’t slurp at your body. He’s not trying to greedily drink your arousal, no matter how much he enjoys the taste. Instead he’s keeping you so wet, making sure his tongue is still slick with spit as he works your body, knowing it’ll get the best response.

After some begging for more, he dips his tongue into your entrance, lapping gently and pressing his tongue deeper until he can’t get any further. He can hear all your broken sobs and whines. He can hear sheer desperation and it makes him smirk because of course a sweet angel like you needs to be taken care of.

His dick is twitching occasionally, still trapped in the confines of his underwear but he can’t even think about that now. Not when he’s just noticed you have two fingers rubbing your own clit while his tongue fucks you.

“That feel good, kitten?” He grunts after pulling his tongue out and you shudder at the sudden loss. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”

You shake your head no, before a huge hand slaps the back of your thigh, just enough to sting. “I can’t hear you.” He growls.

“N-No… You didn’t.” You whisper softly before he hum his approval.

“You’re right, I didn’t. Pretty fuckin’ sight though. Didn’t even think an innocent thing like you would know how to touch yourself. How about I show you real pleasure.” He murmurs, desperate to have his lips back on your body.

This time they land on your clit, giving it a few chaste kisses before enveloping it, sucking and flicking and truly making out with it.

Now you see why he told to you hold on tight, your thighs trembling as your brain struggles to understand the sheer ecstasy each gentle flick of his tongue provides.

It’s not long before your orgasm grips you, soft sobs of pleasure dripping from your lips, much like the evidence of your arousal dripping from your body into his beard as his tongue keeps moving.

[becca-e-barnes]

I've spent a while indulging my own fantasies on here recently but I've been tailoring this one so I need to talk about it

I'm obsessed with the thought of sharing your naughtiest, most depraved fantasies with dad's best friend!bucky and him giving you a safe space to try them out.

You almost think he's forgotten all the filthy things you admitted one night, cuddled up in bed together until a few weeks later when you're making out in the kitchen after dinner and he leads you upstairs to his bedroom.

He's placed a chair in front of the TV and your heart begins to race because he's surely not doing what you think he's doing. He couldn't be letting you live out the fantasy you've never shared with anyone else.

He kisses from your shoulder, up your neck and you're glad that he can't see your excitement when he's standing behind you. "Sit down". He whispers, placing a final kiss behind your ear and for once, you're happy to do as he tells you.

While you sit down, he flicks the TV on and starts playing a video you recognise within a few seconds. It's one you'd taken together not too long ago.

In the video, you have your face close to the bedroom carpet, your ass in the air and Bucky is behind you, recording in a mirror, pounding into you in a way that had you cumming mindlessly on his cock. You have one hand barely supporting yourself while the other rubs your clit frantically and although it's the start of the video, you already look over pleasured.

"You see how fucking gorgeous you are?" Bucky brings you back down to earth, kissing along your shoulders while he shuffles the skirt of your dress up, dragging your panties down your legs and letting them fail in a little wet heap on the floor.

Your own moans in the video are breathtaking, you almost didn't know you could sound like that. "Look at you. You take it like a pornstar. I can fucking hear how messy you were." He's right, the video captures every tiny little wet sound your eager cunt makes for him and you hang on every last one.

You hear a quiet click and a faint buzz starting and that's the only thing that could draw your attention away from the video playing in front of you. God, he really did listen to you.

Bucky presses the wand between your legs and even on the lowest setting, the sensation against your clit makes you squirm.

"Keep watching. I'm pretty sure you cum in a minute or two and I don't want you to miss it." Bucky's so smug, holding your chin gently in one hand while he makes your body quiver with the other.

He clicks the toy up a setting, rolling the head right where you need it most.

"Such a pretty little slut. You just want me to fill your holes with cum, don't you? You're desperate for me to cum in you, I can feel you trying to milk it from me. You have no idea how warm and wet and perfect you feel. Might fuck you until I'm totally empty. You know you'd like that; being so stuffed full of my cum you can't sit up without it spilling out of you." Bucky in the video fucks you through your first orgasm and you get to watch the way your body trembles and your eyes roll back.

You're so close just watching yourself but that doesn't suit the man kneeling beside you. He takes the wand away, making sure your impending orgasm fizzles away, despite your protests.

"You cum when I say you can sweetheart, and we've got a lot of videos left to watch."

[becca-e-barnes]

What are your thoughts on ps!dbf!stucky?

I have so many thoughts about these men omfg 🤤

❤️ PS!Bucky Masterlist Here ❤️

I feel like Steve would be the more vocally teasing of the two? Like before you ever have sex with them, I feel like he’d torment you because he knows you’ve seen the videos.

I can imagine him teasing you some night, your dad is out and Steve and Bucky are over at yours and you’re hopped up on the counter sipping a coffee and he stands between your thighs and looks at you with a smirk on his face and says “you know sweets, Bucky and I shot a scene with this gorgeous girl this week. Looked just like you now that I think about it. Shoulda seen show she struggled to take our cocks, god, she squirmed like crazy. Her body was so tight, she could hardly make us both fit. Couldn’t help but wonder if your moans would be even sweeter than hers. Bet they would be. Especially if we treat you like we treated her. Had her sitting on me with her legs spread and my cock stuffed in her pussy. Didn’t let her move. Jus’ let Bucky lick and suck at her clit until she begged him to stop and only then did I fuck her. Her pussy was good princess, but I know yours would be better”

But I feel like Bucky would be more physically teasing? In the worst kinds of situations. Like I can imagine him seeing you in a bad mood later that day, you're so tense, frustrated at the whole world until he grips your waist and pulls you against his body, making out with you so passionately you almost go a little stupid from forgetting to breathe.

And when the pair of you breathlessly pull apart, panting slightly, you're looking up at him with so much lust burning in your eyes he has to focus on not taking you apart right then and there. You're both too wrapped up in how good that kiss felt to notice Steve standing at the door.

"That knocked the bad mood right out of you, didn't it sweetheart? Maybe I should do that more often. You're so uptight these days. Y'just need to cum, don't you? How about I prop you up on this counter and I treat that pretty little pussy right. Just let you work yourself on a couple of metal fingers. I know you're desperate to feel them. You're not subtle when you stare at them and bite that bottom lip of yours. Takes everything in me not to fuck you stupid when I catch you like that." Bucky's words leave you swallowing thickly, almost ready to drop at his feet and beg him to do exactly that.

"Don't start without me, Buck. If you're gonna fuck her I at least want to watch. She'll have such a hard time stuffing herself full of you, I wouldn't miss that sight for the world." Steve chimes in, leaning against the door and Bucky smirks, watching your thighs clench together with need

[becca-e-barnes]

BECCA PS!DBF!BUCKY IS GONNA KILL ME OH MU GOD

Head empty, only thoughts of ps!dbf!bucky with you kneeling in front of him. He places two fingers on the underside of your chin, making you look up at him while he lazily strokes his dick.

The groan he lets out when you make eye contact makes you shiver but the slick tip of his cock pressing past your lips helps keep you grounded.

“Most innocent fuckin’ look on your face. God, I’ve seen girls try for years to perfect that look and you nail it straight away. Look atcha, all sweet and pliant for me. I’ll go easy on you tonight, angel. That’s it, start nice and slow. Just the tip, no rush, get it good and wet. Don’t force yourself to take more than you can handle. There ya go, good girl.” His moans are soft but obscene, revelling in the feeling of your hot, wet mouth on him and loving how eagerly you drink in every word of his guidance.

[becca-e-barnes]

Okay I used to be so loyal to dbf!bucky like he was my fave but recently ps!bucky has been rising up the ranks

So are we ready to talk about dbf!pornstar!bucky yet?? Cause I am 🙃 Like your dad’s best friend who is painfully hot and you accidentally stumble across his videos some evening.

And then the next time you see him, you can hardly even look him in the eye because you came so hard watching his stuff, you’re mortified and he can tell right away.

“Well sweets, what did ya think? Which one did you watch? I’ve done a few videos I’m really proud of, don’t know if you’ve seen the one with Stella but that’s one of my all time favourites. Ever since that scene, her hands tremble every time she sees me. Bet it wouldn’t take long to get you like that if you think y’can handle it.”

[becca-e-barnes]

BECCA BECCA BECCA BECCA!!! What about thigh riding and ps!bdf!Bucky. Like is it something he enjoys bc he loves watching you use him? Or is it like a punishment? Would be make innocent reader do it to help her find out what feels good?? I’m a hoe for thigh riding 🥵

OOOOOH NO I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP BUT THE THOUGHT OF HIM HELPING INNOCENT READER FIGURE OUT WHAT FEELS GOOD??

❤️ PS!Bucky Masterlist Here!! ❤️

Like you’ve been making out for so long without being properly touched, you’ve gone needy and your eyes are a little glassy. You’re breathless as you pull away from him, trying not to give away how messy and slick your panties must be by now.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Use your words.” He asks softly, teasing his thumb over your cheek bone, dragging it down over your lips that he has bitten raw

“I’m so wet daddy, I’m throbbing, oh please touch me.” You whine, not even able to look at him because your own voice sounds so embarrassingly needy. You’re beyond thankful as he takes off your little thin shorts and panties, tossing them to the floor, finally ready to give you what you need.

“Oh angel, you’re gone. It’s okay baby, nothing to be ashamed of. You just put yourself right here. Rub yourself on my thigh. It’ll feel so good, I promise.” He soothes, beginning to guide your hips back and forth over the sweatpants that still cover his thigh. “Don’t worry, you can get these messy, it’s okay. Just do what makes you feel good. Keep going until you get all tingly.”

It doesn’t take long for the feeling to build, becoming overwhelming as the fabric of his pants drags over your sensitive clit. “Feels so good daddy, I can’t take anymore.” You whimper and he just smiles, tightening his possessive grip on your hip.

“Yes you can baby. You can and you will.”

[becca-e-barnes]

P⭐️!dbf!bucky finding out the reader has a praise kink?👀

I have so many thoughts about this man omfg 🤤

❤️ PS!Bucky Masterlist here!! ❤️

I feel like he’s so vocal in bed? He’d moan in your ear all sweet and teasing while he's fucking you because he knows that when your fingers are stuffing yourself full at night, it’s his moans that are fuelling you. You can’t watch anything other than his videos now, nothing else has the same appeal because you know how well he fucks those women. None of their moans are fake.

And I feel like he’s heavily into praising you, I think he’d really get off on watching his sweet girl get all hot and bothered at the simplest praises. Your pussy clenches and flutters around him while he praises you so he ramps it up.

But it all started out so tame. Maybe just at a barbecue with your family or something and he mumbles "Sweetheart, pass the ketchup." and of course you do, not thinking anything of it until he leans back over, whispering "That's my good girl." in your ear. Your eyes go slightly unfocused and you draw in a little breath and that's how he works out just how much fun things are going to be with you

I feel like he would absolutely love figuring out what makes you tick. And his praises just get filthier and filthier until he's fucking you nice and rough and groaning “Oh, you’re such a good girl for me, angel. So tight and warm and messy. Look at ya, creamin’ on my cock like you own it. That's it baby, clench nice and tight for me, atta girl. This pussy feels like Heaven, you know that? And sweetheart, no one moans as sweet as you do. Fuck, I could cum just listenin' to ya. The way you fuckin' beg. You're a dream come true. Look so sweet and innocent in front of everyone else, gets me so hard cause I'm the only person who knows how perfect your pretty cunt can feel."