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GUYS GO AND READ IT! IT’S A M A Z I N G

Little Bookworm

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

18+

Content Warnings: unprotected sex (p-in-v), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink, dubcon kink (as long as Bucky can keep a straight face), tummy bulge, language, a good ole coochie slap (once), cum play, a little fluff, some aftercare

Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.

Inspired by my IRL husband’s reaction to my smutty reads.

I don’t own any characters or works referenced in this oneshot and shout out to H.D. Carlton for creating Zade Meadows and giving us the house of mirrors chapter that’s been living rent free in both me and @lilacka head for over a year.

Bucky absolutely loved to watch you read.

The subtle way your expressions changed as your eyes would glide across the pages made his heart swell with admiration.

He found himself entranced with your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together in thought, your lips quirking up into a smile and even the soft laughter that would sometimes escape you as you delved deep into the world you held in your hands.

He was always more than happy to accompany you to the bookstore, leaning against the shelves and observing you as you thumbed through new titles, stacking your choices in his strong arms before darting down the next aisle to browse further.

He looked forward to the evenings where he could lay his head comfortably in your lap, his arm draped across your thighs as you worked your fingers lazily through his hair while you read quietly above him.

Tonight he lay in bed with his hands folded behind his head, listening to the gentle sound of the shower from the bathroom as you bathed when his gaze fell on your most recent read on the nightstand. The cover was dark with a skull and roses, something about a ‘Haunting’ and an absurd amount of sticky notes jutted out from the pages. His curiosity overtook him and he sat up, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He thumbed through it carefully before letting it fall open to one of the tagged pages, his eyes scanning the text and widening slightly at the content.

He flipped to another tab, quickly reading through the passage, his breath quickening as he took in the words.

“If I catch you, I fuck you.”

Jesus Christ.

The bathroom door creaked open and he slowly lifted his gaze up to you.

Your damp body wrapped in a towel with your wet hair against your neck and shoulders did absolutely nothing to combat the heat that was already rising within him at what he’d just read.

Your eyes connect for a beat before you glance down to notice the book in his hand, opened to one of your tagged pages.

It was hard to discern if the flush across your cheeks was remnant of the heat of the shower or from the slight embarrassment of feeling caught by your boyfriend discovering the absolute filth you’d been reading.

He raises a brow at you, lifting the book and tapping on the open passage.

“If I catch you, I fuck you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Really?”

You huff and roll your eyes, stepping forward and reaching to snatch the book from his hands but he’s quicker, snapping it shut and holding it just out of your reach.

“No, no. We’re gonna talk about this, doll.” He says, his lips curling into a smirk. “This is what you’ve been reading?”

You shift from foot to foot.

“Sometimes.” You reply with a weak shrug.

He turns the book over in his hands again and idly runs his palm back and forth against all the flags poking out from between the pages. “And do you.. like this stuff?” He asks, not looking up. “Does it turn you on?”

You swallow hard and nod despite the fact he’s not looking at you.

“Sometimes.” You repeat quietly.

“Huh.”

He purses his lips and nods thoughtfully, standing up and tossing the book onto the bed. “I guess you oughta run then.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hair line.

Did he just?

Is he going to?

“W-what?” You stutter out, taking a small step back as he closes in on you.

He tsks and reaches out, brushing your wet hair back off your shoulder with two fingers. “You heard me, baby.”

You open your mouth to reply but the words are lost the moment he seizes the edge of your towel in his large hand.

Your eyes connect for a brief moment before he yanks the towel free of your body and discards it on the ground, leaving you exposed, confused and incredibly aroused.

His hand settles on your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple and sending a rush of desire straight to your core. He dips his head to nuzzle his forehead against your temple, his tongue flicking against your earlobe.

“You should probably run now.” He warns in a whisper, taking a step back to give you space for a head start.

You stare wide eyed in disbelief, your head barely able to wrap around what was happening.

“Five.” He says in a threatening tone, bringing his hand down to palm his growing erection under his sweatpants.

You’re frozen to the spot.

There’s no fucking way he’s about to do this.

“Four.”

Okay, maybe he is.

You take off at a run, reaching the bedroom door and flinging it open with him hot on your tail.

Your bare feet pound against the hardwood floor and you rush down the hall towards the staircase, making it only two steps down before his strong arm catches you around the waist and picks you up effortlessly.

You wiggle against his hold, kicking your feet and thrashing.

“You’re not very fast, you know.” He teases, tightening his grip on you, his cock straining against his sweatpants and pressing into your backside.

He carries you back into the bedroom, his arm locked around you in a vice grip and tosses you onto the bed as if you were weightless. He tugs his sweatpants down and kicks them off, his cock bobbing with every step as he stalks towards you.

He braces his palms on the bed, preparing to climb up and pin you but you scramble backwards off the bed and take off again. He pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, what-?” he straightens up and turns, watching as you sprint across the room and he frowns, realizing you weren’t going to let him catch you that easily.

“Damnit.” He grumbles, launching himself up over the bed.

He chases you with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom and you rush to shut the door but his hand catches it and forces it open, leaving you completely cornered with nowhere else to turn. “Shit.” You breathe out, looking around for a possible way out. He laughs, a cute and genuine laugh that is just so Bucky, completely betraying the role he was attempting to play.

You cross your arms over your bare breasts and frown. “I’m sorry.” He says, shaking his head. “I- just.. why did you run into the bathroom?” He asks, gesturing around the small room with amusement. “I don’t know!” You huff, your lips pressing into a pout. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you definitely weren’t.” He agrees, swinging his foot back to kick the door shut behind him. “Guess you’re trapped, huh?”

You nod, letting your arms fall away from your breasts. “I guess I am.” You breathe out, your body thrumming with a mix of excitement and desire as your eyes trail down his toned body to land on his fully erect cock. He’s on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and tossing you to the ground.

You fall hard on your hands and knees onto the plush bath mat, barely able to steady yourself on all fours before he’s on your back, arm hooked around your waist and sinking his cock into your wet, throbbing cunt. You arch back into him, fingers digging into the bath mat and a choked gasp catches in your throat as he pulls you flush to his pelvis, burying himself to the hilt. He snakes his free hand up your abdomen towards your chest, a trail of goosebumps following in his wake, dipping his forehead down to rest against the back of your shoulder. He palms your breast roughly, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Bucky..” You whisper, your head falling back.

His forearm tightens around your waist and he releases your nipple with a gentle tug, sliding his hand up to curl around your throat. You moan and wiggle your hips, desperate for him to move, but he holds you still, lifting you up with him as he leans back on his heels.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispers, unhooking his arm from your waist and resting his large hand over the slight bulge in your abdomen. “That’s my cock.” He murmurs, squeezing your throat gently before grasping your jaw and tilting your chin down to look at how he’s stretching you. You whimper and he moves your hand to press down on the bulge of his cock in your belly. “And this is my pussy.” He growls, delivering a slap to your aching clit before he draws his hips back and begins to thrust himself up into you at a steady pace.

A string of soft curses falls from your lips and your head drops back against the crook of his neck, your hand leaving your abdomen and reaching backwards to fist in his hair. “I didn’t realize you were such a freak, baby.” He whispers, his hand tightening around your throat. “I shoulda thumbed through one of your little books sooner.”

His free hand kneads at the flesh of your thigh and he groans, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks up into you. “I- I-“ You stutter, unable to think straight as your head grows dizzy with pleasure. “Oh no, am I fuckin’ my baby stupid?” He asks with a grin, bringing two fingers to tease at your bottom lip. You open on instinct and he slips them into your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as you suck and swirl your tongue around the digits.

“Fuck.” He hisses, pressing his slick fingers to your clit. You gasp, your fingers curling around his wrist as he strokes your sensitive bud, pulling you closer towards your impending orgasm.

“You gonna come, little bird?” He whispers, trying to reference your book and quickening his fingers against your clit. “It’s ‘little mouse’.” You correct, your lips quirking up into a smirk at his admirable attempt. “Whatever.” He hisses, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your body. You choke out a strangled cry as you come, your legs trembling and back arching against him as your cunt clenches around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He grunts, shoving you forward to the floor and falling to his knees. You scramble forward, his cock slipping from your dripping hole as you try to steady yourself in the dizzying wake of your orgasm.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” He growls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back towards him. You lose your balance and fall flat, your breasts smashed against the cold tile as he presses his weight down on you, running his cock back and forth along your folds before thrusting back into you. “T-too much!” You whine, squirming underneath him.

“Tell me to stop.” He grunts, knowing damn well you never would. He hooks his forearm under your waist again and angles your hips upward, taking you deeper than you even thought possible.

Choked sobs of euphoria escape your throat as your cheek rests against the floor, dragging back and forth across the tile from the force at which he’s fucking into you. Your limp body shakes uncontrollably as your pussy spasms and waves of ecstacy crash over you faster than you can count them. Your orgasms explode through you like a string of firecrackers as you curse and mumble incoherently.

He pulls out abruptly, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back, moving to straddle your chest while he frantically fucks his fist. He comes with a shout, gasping as he paints your face with ropes of hot, sticky cum. “Fuck.” He pants, looking down at you in admiration as he brushes his thumb along your cheek, gathering up his seed.

He pinches your flushed, sticky cheeks together with his free hand. “Open.” He says softly, slipping his thumb into your mouth when you do. You suckle his thumb, greedily cleaning it with a swirl of your tongue, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. He sighs contentedly before moving off you and rising to stand, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.

“And I had just showered.” You mumble as you take the hand he offers you and pull yourself up on wobbly knees. “Don’t you dare bitch about the water bill when it comes.” You tease.

He chuckles softly and pulls you into him, holding you against his chest with one strong arm while the other reaches out to test the temperature of the water. “I won’t.” He says, stepping in first and gently helping you in after him. He wraps his arms lovingly around you and rests his chin atop your head as the warm water cascades over you both.

“Let’s clean you up, doll. It’s late and we have plans in the morning.” He says quietly, his eyes slipping closed as his hand runs idly up and down your back. You lean back and look up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion. “We don’t have plans tomorrow.”

His eyes flutter open and he grins. “The hell we don’t.” He replies, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squeezing the contents into the palm of his hand. You open your mouth to protest when he doesn’t answer your question but he simply twirls a finger, gesturing for you to turn around.

You sigh, turning your back to him and he begins to lather the shampoo in your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers. “So what’re these plans?” You ask quietly after a long moment of silently enjoying his hands tenderly working through your locks. He leans forward, his broad, wet chest pressing against your back and brings his mouth to hover beside your ear.

His breath sends a shiver down your spine as he lets out a low, breathy laugh and whispers, “I’m taking you to buy more books.”

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Imagine nomad Steve is reader’s possessive boyfriend and she just wants to rile him up by making him think she’s been cheating on him with Bucky.

This interaction I wrote is living rent free in my head and I need the motivation to turn it into a full blown one shot

I’ve never posted anything I’ve written before so please be gentle, I’m a tumblr virgin.

Also Bucky smokes in this because I said so.

Warning 18+: Language and a lil blood?

You fumbled with the knob at the front door of your apartment, the dim light in the breezeway coupled with the whiskey you’d drank only making it harder for you to slot the little silver key into the lock. Just as you had finally succeeded, the lock clicked before you could turn your key and you drew your hands back, looking up as your very angry boyfriend yanked the door open. Steve glared down at you with his arms folded across his broad chest. “You’re late.” He states sternly, stepping aside to allow you entry. “Where the hell were you? You haven’t answered a single one of my texts all night.” He asks, leaning against the wall in the foyer as you tossed your keys on the table.

“I told you I was going to happy hour with some of the others.” You say with a hint of annoyance, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, happy hour.” He repeats with equal annoyance. “It’s nearly 1 in the morning, y/n.” He scolds. You lose the fight and finally roll your eyes as you perch on the arm of the couch to take you shoes off. “Okay, happy ‘hours’, then.” You says, tossing one shoe towards the shoe rack.

“And you didn’t think to text me back? You’ve been gone for hours and haven’t even bothered to check in.” He points out, uncrossing his arms as his lips curve downward into a frown.

You sigh and pull off your other shoe, tossing it to land near the other as you look up at him. “Steve, I was with our friends. If I’m out socializing I’m not going to just sit and stare at my phone, it’s rude. It’s not my fault that you didn’t want to come out with us.” You counter, standing up.

“It’s rude?” He asks, incredulously. “And it’s not rude to ignore your boyfriend all night and keep him up late, worried sick?”

“You’re being dramatic.” You mumble, unzipping your coat and walking over towards the coat rack, where he was still leaned up against the wall.

He sucks his teeth at your comment and nods, eyeing you up and down. “I’m not being dramatic.”

You scoff, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up. “Yes, you are. If you were so worried about me going out without you, you should’ve come along.”

He opens his mouth to respond but his eyes flick over to your coat pocket and he steps away from the wall, reaching into it and fishing out a pack of cigarettes. He turns the pack over in his hand as his eyes narrow in recognition. This is Bucky’s brand of cigarettes.

“Who were you with again?” He asks, not looking up from the smokes in his hand.

You’re in the kitchen at this point, getting a glass from the cabinet and is unaware of the bomb in his hand that was ticking towards an inevitable explosion. “Tony, Nat, Bruce. A few others from the team.” You call out, filling your glass with water from the sink.

Steve steps into the kitchen and crushes the pack of cigarettes in his fist before tossing it onto the table. “And Bucky?” He asks, though it wasn’t much of a question.

You glance over at him mid drink and swallow, setting the glass down slowly. “He’s part of the group, yeah?” You question, brow furrowing as you look to the crushed pack of smokes now discarded on the table.

“Why do you have his shit in your pockets?” He asks, his expression hardening.

“I don’t know, Steve. I probably just picked them up with my things when I was leaving. You know sometimes I smoke when I’m drinking.”

He places both hands on the kitchen table, the muscles in his arms flexing as he leans forward and lowers his voice. “You were alone with him, weren’t you?”

You sigh and shake your head. “I’m sure at some point, yeah. I was alone with Nat at some point too.” You argue.

He slams his fist down on the table, the legs shaking in response to the assault.

“You were alone with him!” He shouts.

“What the hell is your problem?” You yell in return, throwing up your hands in frustration.

“My problem is that you were alone with Bucky.” He growls.

You tilt your head curiously. “And the problem with that is what? Your own insecurity? Your jealousy is showing Steve, and it’s not attractive.”

He bows his head and sucks in a deep breath before lifting his gaze to meet yours in a menacing stare.

“I am not insecure, y/n. I see the way he looks at you.” He whispers harshly. “And I’ve seen the way you are around him.”

He leans back and steps around the table, slowly moving into your space as he backs you against the wall.

“Who knows what the two of you do when I’m not around.” He says, "You could be flirting, you could be touching him, hell-" His voice drops to an almost inaudible whisper "you could be fucking him." His eyes flash dangerously as he leans his face closer to yours.

"Excuse me?" You ask, your face contorting in anger. "What the hell did you just accuse me of?"

He grits his teeth, and slams his palm against the wall behind your head. "Don't you try to play innocent with me. I know you two get a little too friendly with one another and I'm sick of it!" He yells.

"I'm not playing innocent, I'm asking you to look me in the face and repeat what you just fucking said, Steve!" You shout, your eyebrows knitting in anger.

He glares at you for a long moment before speaking in a low voice laced with quiet rage.

"I think you're fucking Bucky." He says, taking a threatening step towards you.

"Oh, do you?" You ask, your voice dripping with mockery.

"Yes, I do." He says through clenched teeth.

You shake your head and laugh in disbelief. "Wow,” you breathe out. “So is that what you think I was doing tonight? You think I was out fucking Bucky?"

His glare never falters. A muscle in his jaw twitches as his hands curl into fists. "That’s exactly what I think." He whispers harshly.

You lick your lips and cross your arms as the corners of your lips twitch up into a cruel smirk. "Maybe I was. Why don't you kiss me baby? Tell me if you can taste his cock on my tongue." You dare, looking up at him in defiance.

His eyes widen as you issues him the challenge. At first he doesn't react, but then without warning he closes the gap between you both, pressing himself against you and crashing his lips into yours. He takes your mouth in a rough, punishing kiss, his lips moving against yours fueled with all his pent-up rage and jealousy.

You kiss him back angrily, violently as you parts your lips, deepening the kiss and meeting his tongue with your own in a dance of dominance. You break the kiss abruptly, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth as your pull away, nipping hard enough to draw blood as you lean back and look up at him with your chest heaving.

He releases you with a gasp and glances down at you in confusion as he tastes blood. It takes him a moment to speak. “Did you just bite me?” He asks, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he stares at you with a mix of shock and arousal.

You reach up and cup his jaw roughly with your hand, tracing your thumb along the curve of his bottom lip, smearing the blood across it. "Is that what you're worried about?" You ask in a low voice "You aren't going to tell me how your best friend tastes?"

His breath catches as a shiver crawls its way up his spine and he meets your gaze narrowing his eyes.

"What did you just say?" He whispers, leaning forward and pressing his bloodied lip against your thumb.

You let your thumb slip between his lips pressing it down on his tongue as you hold his gaze, then you withdraw it and pinch his cheeks, saliva wet against his skin "I asked you a fucking question." You repeat dangerously "How does Bucky taste?"

His eyes darken as he looks down at you. He can’t help but notice the subtle way your voice changes when you say his best friend's name; Just like how he can’t help but notice how it makes his heart race and a heat spread in the pit of his stomach when you do it.

He shakes his head to clear the thought.

"I'm not justifying that with an answer." He says, swallowing the lump forming in his throat.

You lean in towards his ear, your breath hot as it fans across his skin. "I will." You whisper, sucking a finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it before reaching to run the wet digit down his neck "Like sin."

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suz7days · 20 days

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“I want you to ruin me.” She whispers as she traces her fingertips across his jawline, her eyes never leaving his. “I want you to take me to the brink, starve me off and then make me beg you to let me fall apart.”

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suz7days · 20 days

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You brought Bucky to Ulta with you and he’s standing in front of a row of lipsticks with his arms crossed, a shopping basket in his hand and a frown on his devastatingly handsome face.

Y/N: What color should I get?

Bucky: You don’t even need make-up, you’re beautiful without it. Why do I care what color you get?

Y/N: Because I’m gonna leave a ring of it around your cock.

Bucky: ….

He uncrosses his arms and proceeds to swipe the entire shelf of lipstick into the shopping basket.

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suz7days · 20 days

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I have a big kink for size/strength difference, if you're bigger and stronger than me I want to be on top just so you can flip me over, pin me down, and tell me "oh baby, you're much too small for that, I'm twice as strong as you." FUCK

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suz7days · 21 days

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𝘽𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙨

The time in which you gifted Bucky Barnes an adorable little keychain for his motorcycle.

ෆ Warnings: 18+ – MINORS DNI, fluff, insecurity, Bucky can’t stop lifting you up

ෆ Bucky Barnes x Reader

ෆ w/c: 1.2k

̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟

“Isn’t this yours, honeybee?” Bucky questions, dangling the bright yellow bumblebee with a pastel pink heart in his hand. He inspects it carefully, turning it around before offering it back to you.

You shake your head, “It was, yea…but…”

Bucky stares at you expectantly and suddenly the entire idea sounded foolish. You couldn’t help but envision him laughing at you, snorting at how ridiculous he’d look flying down the highway with your dumb keychain flapping in the wind. It’d stick out like a sore thumb against his jet-black bike, the rev of his engine alone probably sending the poor bee soaring into the clouds.

Czytaj dalej

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suz7days · 21 days

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While I am all for strong and hard dom bucky, I feel like we need a moment for soft sub bucky.

Bucky who’s scared to be intimate but really wants you so badly.

Bucky who you do gentle and sweet foreplay with and help him out of his clothes.

Bucky who you ride for your first time together because he’s scared to hurt you.

Bucky who’s hands you have to hold, kiss and guide because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

Sweet kisses and starting but grinding on him until you work up to bouncing.

Praising him and guiding his hands all over your body.

Putting your hands over his while they rest on your hips so they’ll stay there.

Keening into your hand as you place it gently on his cheek.

Bucky who wants you so bad but is almost ashamed and scared to be horny.

Guiding him and reassuring him as much as he needs.

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suz7days · 22 days

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Pottery artist Bucky 😭

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So we saw Bucky test those plums in Romania right? That man can feel everything with both his hands. Every texture, swivel, dip and crevice.

When you first watched Bucky take up pottery as a way to relax, to channel his frustrations into a creative outlet, you swear you saw him going cross-eyed from watching the lump of clay spin gracefully on the spinning board. And when you sat opposite to him and gently trickled your fingers to the slimy clay, his eyes fluttered as the material dented and curved to your touch.

Neither of you really knew what you were doing, but you could tell it relaxed him. Even if it was only by chuckling at the unexpected collapse of your piece once you started working individually. Silently messing around in the back of the class you signed up for, neither of you really took it seriously.

That was until Bucky saw that mesmerised stare on your face as you watched him mold the clay. The dilation of your pupils and the sagging of your shoulders. That’s when Bucky decided he was going to do his best. And like everything that man attempts, he was a natural at it.

But one particular day on a group assignment and you were once again sat opposite to him with one lump of clay between you, the instructor explained how this was about creating something together and being gentle with pressure. And as Bucky watched the hesitance in your eyes, he gently tangled your fingers together and molded the material beneath your hands. Graceful, gentle and warm.

Intimate.

And your eyelids droop at his touch. His low voice guiding you through it, buzzing in your chest. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip when his fingers dip into the clay as you hold the outer wall and knead gently into the substance to open up the structure of the sculpture. In and out. In and out. Swirling and using more water to make in glisten.

In. And out.

And all of a sudden, you can’t keep your eyes off his hands anymore. Not during the pottery class, but not outside of class either. Bucky can’t stop himself from smirking when he notices and gives you the job of checking over his metal hand to make sure every crevice is free of clay, grinning wide when he observes you taking your sweet time with the meticulous job.

And Bucky can’t stop thinking about the curves and dips in your body that he would carefully knead like his own clay sculpture until it inevitably collapses to his touch…

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suz7days · 22 days

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I AM LIVING FOR YOUR THOUGHTS TO THE HORNY ASKS 😇

This is the content I pay my internet for!

And since we're at it...

Giving Bucky a good ride - the thought of riding that man, Lord, help me - and I don't know but imagining that man saying in that low voice of his "you take me in so well" does things to me!!!

Oh my dear, I’m so happy you like them because I love sharing my thoughts on Bucky things! Glad to make that internet bill worth it.

As for riding Bucky…

He likes it especially because it happens when either or both of you are very, very needy. When he comes home from an assignment all battered and bruised and you nearly pout up at him, telling him to lie down and let you take care of him. And you’ll massage the soreness out of his muscles and gently trail your fingers over his skin as he lies on your shared bed until the man melts to your touch. He looks so pretty all tired and rough, yet with a slack mouth and relaxed brows, so you can’t help but get a little needy. Needy for wanting to please him and needy because he looks so fucking fine.

So you ride him, slow and teasing at first, the gasp that sounds from both of you when you take him in the first time making you shudder and almost buckle forward. He looks at you in complete awe, watching his pretty little thing pleasure herself on him like there is nothing in world she needs more. Like you’ve been waiting for him to return, just to have him inside you again. His hands stroke up and down your thighs when you get sloppier and more frantic, shushing you gently and praising you that you’re doing great. You just can’t come for him yet, he needs you riding him a little longer, until you’re drooling from insanity.

And when you finally come, your orgasm whacking through your body as you lazily collapse onto his chest, Bucky finally relaxes. Having his favourite girl all tuckered out on top of him, his cock still warm inside you until the next round, he closes his eyes and allows himself to sleep like a baby.

But Bucky gets needy too. On the couch usually, especially when he is relaxing in the cushions as you mess around through your living space to get food, clean up, fix something, and something else. And you keep bending over, making Bucky cock his head to the side and lick his lips as he watches your restless state flutter through the apartment. So when he finally gets his hands on you, he pulls you to straddle his lap and lets you feel exactly what he has in mind to release some of that energy of yours. His head buries itself into your neck because you smell so good and he groans because you’re so deliciously heavy and warm on his lap. He nearly whines when he can feel the steady, wanton heartbeat between your legs that his own heart wants to match.

And fuck, does Bucky love it when all he has to do is peel your panties to the side and slide into you with his face still lazily buried into your neck. He hears you stutter and stammer as you protest to the heavy feeling of him stretching you out. His cock pulsates at the scorching warmth of you and the way his body sings when he gets to fuck you like this. All slow and desperate, his hands digging into every piece of flesh he can find. However, Bucky knows what you like and it doesn’t take long for him to turn the two of you into a set of messy limbs, heavy strokes, deep groans and grunts as you ride the two of you into oblivion.

“Keep going baby, make yourself come on me and I’ll let you ride my face after.”

Yeah, Bucky likes it when either of you get needy…

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suz7days · 22 days

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Sam, sees Y/N writing in their diary: Ooh, what do we have going on here?

Y/N: No, wait–

Sam, snatches and reads entry: “Dear diary, today I dreamt about being slammed ruthlessly in my bed with Bucky’s dick spreading my hole wider. Every time his thick-ass dick thrusted in me, I felt his head in my stomach. Bruises were left on my thighs and he called me the dirtiest names. When I came, he choked and slapped me. I squirted all my juices in his mouth and he liked it.”

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Tattoo | Bucky Barnes

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Bucky sees your tattoo for the first time and when you want to tease him playfully you discover a kink you didn't know both of you have.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 636

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (E) 18+, Minors DNI, smut, fingering (fem!receiving), daddykink

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Ok so on Bucky Barnes bingo, I choose tattoos and “I like it tight” (with Bucky obviously🥵) and let’s say it’s Bucky’s first time seeing his girlfriend’s (the reader) tattoo and he finds it so hot and can’t keep his hands off of her. Add a daddy kink to it🩵 @sergeantbarnessdoll

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request. I found some motivation to write some old requests. So hope you like it.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> Build-A-Bucky-Bingo | BABB055 | April | Competence Kink | @buckybarnesevents

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

His eyes widen, and his mouth drops open when he sees your tattoo for the first time. It's usually covered by the fabric of your panties. Bucky reaches out to slide his fingers over the tatoo-covered skin, but you take a step backwards. His head snaps up, narrowing when he sees the big smirk on your lips. He wants to take a step closer to reach you once again, but you shake your head and push him softly away.

You just finish your shower, and you walk naked through the apartment. Bucky and you have been dating for a while now, and you sleep either in your or his apartment together, but he has never seen you naked because you weren't ready. But you were now sure Bucky loves you, and you feel safe with him. He prepared the most adorable dinner for the two and cuddled with you all night while you watched the most romantic movies. He doesn't push you to have sex with him; as long as you're close to him, he is happy, and when he hears your laugh, it warms his heart.

"Doll, please," he whines, just wanting to admire your tattoo.

You smirk, knowing how to tease him when he is all whiny like that. Bucky looks like a puppy when he looks at you with his wide, steel-blue eyes. His fingers trail over his sides while his eyes swipe from your tattoo to your eyes and back to your tattoo.

"Aww, daddy, do you beg to touch your baby?" You ask with a smirk.

Bucky eyes darken, his jaw clenches, and he licks with his tongue over his plumb lips, walking a step closer, his hands grasping your hips, and he pushes you back until your back hits the wall and you gasp. He leans closer, and his lips graze over the soft skin of your neck. You tilt your head, moaning softly when his teeth scrach over your skin, causing you to shiver underneath his intense stare and his tight grip.

"Say that again," he groans, looking deep into your eyes.

You look confused, unsure why he is looking like that at you. He thrusts his hips forward, pressing his bulge against you, and you gasp in surprise.

"Say it again. Be a good girl, and call me like you did before," he mumbles, leaning closer to kiss your earlobe before biting into it.

"Daddy," you repeat, and he groans, throwing his head back.

"Good girl, now let Daddy touch your tattoo. Can you do this, my pretty girl?" He asks, and you nod.

You didn't know Bucky would be turned on by that, but you didn't complain. He is hot when he is needy like that, and the way he talks to you causes your pussy to drip. Bucky takes a step backwards, his hands sliding over your skin and his fingers gliding softly over the tattoo on your lower belly. You press your thighs together when your boyfriend gets on his knees in front of you. Bucky smirks when he sees the way you press your thighs together. With another look into your eyes, where he sees nothing but lust, he guides his fingers further down to slide them through your wet folds, rubbing your clit and smirking when you moan softly and push your hips against his hand.

"So wet for me, doll. And so tight, aren't you? I like it tight, doll. Let Daddy take care of you and this beautiful pussy," he mumbles, and you nod, blushing softly.

Bucky smirks, gets up, and presses his soft, plumb lips against yours while he turns the two of you around and leads you to the bed. Kissing every inch of your neck and your bare chest before he trails his kisses down to your cunt.

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