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thinking about mean!stepbrother bucky manhandling you until your shivering under his touch 🎀☹️
Some visuals because he is just so (I haven't really been able to get myself to answer asks and stuff, so I'm sorry) dialogue masterlist
Bucky’s demeanor morphs into an increasingly angered grimace, subconsciously provoking his pent-up agitation with your sheepish sniffles and frail writhes.
Slap.
Bucky strikes across your cheek as a disgruntled snarl slips past his lips, terminating your pleading cries and leaving you frozen in fright.
"Please... B-Bucky, please."
Despite Bucky's unsatisfied scowl, his eyes have a dark glimmer shining down on you, cocky and smug. He tenderly strokes your quivering bottom lip with the hand he slapped you with. Your once struggling limbs are now back to being indefinitely fragile and docile. You have gone entirely lax — fearfully pliant and resistless.
Your head too fuzzy to comprehend Bucky guiding your shaking hand to the jutting bulge straining against his pants. “You see what you’ve done to me? Fucking hell...” Bucky groans, freeing your wrist.
The clanking of his belt buckle startles you out of your rigid panic. You open your mouth only to let out a pitiful cower from where you are caged under his towering frame.
Bucky spits, “Dumb little girl.”
Unzipping his jeans and fluidly pulling his belt out from the loops, Bucky smiles when you flinch at the sound of the metal buckle hitting the hardwood floor.
“Poor thing,” Bucky mocks. “Now be a good girl and listen to your fucking stepbrother.
#dark.fran#fran’s dialogues#cw stepcest#stepbrother!bucky barnes#stepbro!bucky barnes#mean!bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#dark!bucky smut#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#dark!bucky
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could you write something with cg!bucky and him being mean to reader because he's stressed with work or something and she ends up upsetting him even more by not following some of his rules like using a knife or trying to make her own bottle and making a mess, but then he feels guilty at the end and like its just all fluff after she forgives him really quickly and he promises to make it up to her 🤎🤎
Sharp objects are not for little ones
A/N: Sorry it took me a while to get to this!! I hope you like it though <3 Could definitely use some angst and fluff right now myself hahah
Warnings: DD/LG themes, daddy!bucky x reader, reader accidentally gets hurt a little bit, yelling, mention of spanking, FLUFF AT THE END I SWEAR
You quietly made your way over to Bucky's office for the third time today, knocking on the door while holding your favourite stuffed animal in your other hand. He had been working all day long and every time you went into his office to try and get him to spend some time with you, you were scolded for not listening to him and told to leave. You knew he was busy working but he'd been in office all week long, and now you were getting frustrated.
He opened the door with an unamused expression on his face, “Princess, I said not now.”
“Please Daddy…you’ve been working all day!” His facial expression remained unchanged, making you sigh and give up.
“F-fine…” You turned around and started to walk back downstairs, clutching onto your stuffie while pouting. Bucky sighed and slammed his door shut once again.
An hour later, you decided to put away your toys, getting bored of them after playing with them all day long. You quietly made your way into the kitchen and opened the fridge to find something to eat. You grabbed the milk out of the fridge and carefully placed it onto the counter. As you were about to pour the milk your bottle, you noticed there was a bowl of strawberries right behind the milk. You grabbed the bowl of strawberries, and placed it next to the cutting board before grabbing one of the big sharp knives that Bucky usually uses to cut strawberries for you. You knew you weren't allowed to make yourself food without Bucky there to make sure you weren't using any sharp tools such as knives, but it wasn't your fault he was too busy to take care of you right now. You placed one of the sweet berries onto the cutting board, gripping onto it tightly, before using the knife to carefully slice the top off. You continued to carefully cut them up, smiling down at the sweet treat and admiring your work. How proud would Bucky be right now if he could see that his little girl was able to take care of herself?
Suddenly, the knife slipped away from your hand, and you let out a yelp as you felt a sharp stinging pain in your hand. You look down, holding your hand tightly, and noticed it was bleeding profusely, dripping down onto the cutting board. You panicked, not knowing what to do next, and you could feel yourself going more and more into little headspace. You reached over for the tea towel that was under the milk, knocking over the carton and watching it spill all over the floor. You couldn't help but let out a loud sob at that, knowing Bucky would be furious that he was going to have to clean all this up.
Suddenly, you heard his loud footsteps making their way down to the kitchen. You knew there was no way out of this. He was gonna find out what happened, and there was no way he'd let you go without a punishment.
"What happened here?" You looked behind you and noticed he was standing right there, a furious look on his face and yet oddly his voice was somehow still calm.
"I-I...I was j-just-"
"You know what? I don't wanna hear it. Go upstairs to your room." He pushed you out of his way, starting to clean up the milk off the floor, not paying attention to your small injury and how blood was still dripping down from it. You turned around and decided it was best to listen to him and go to your room. You couldn't help but continue to sob loudly, mainly at the sight of the blood that was getting all over your clothes now as you tried to stop the bleeding with your top.
"Stop fucking crying, I have enough to deal with here, I don't need to listen to your pathetic crying as well."
You quickly put your hand over your mouth, trying your best to hold in the cries until you got to your room. You felt hurt that Bucky would yell at you for crying over this, he knew you didn't do well with blood and he knew you were sensitive to loud noises. Why would he purposely hurt you and yell at you? Maybe he'd had enough of you. Maybe he finally realized you were no good to him.
You reached the top of the stairs and decided you should try to clean the cut up by yourself instead of bothering Bucky. You slowly peeled your finger away from your shirt but some of the blood had dried up and it almost felt like your shirt was stuck to your finger.
You decided to quickly rip it off your finger as you noticed it was starting to bleed again, however, you didn't realize just how much it would hurt.
"Ow! Fuck!" you cried loudly at the stinging sensation.
Your eyes widened when you realized that Bucky had probably heard you. He wasn't the biggest fan of naughty words like that and only used them when he was really upset. However, you weren't allowed to use them no matter how upset you were. He had punished you numerous times for using them, and each time the punishment got worse. You quickly started walking over to the bathroom, as you heard Bucky making his way upstairs already.
"Stop right there." You knew it was too late, he already had a rough grip on your arm as he dragged you over to the playroom.
"No, no, no! Stop it! Stop it!"
"You're in enough trouble, don't make this any worse." He shut the door behind him and threw you onto the rug that was infront of the big leather chair. You quickly sat up, wincing slightly, and crawled over to the chair. He made no effort to check and see if you were alright. Instead, he just took his watch off and placed it on the nearby table before making his way over to the chair and taking a seat.
"Come here."
"N-no...No...I wanna leave."
"What?"
"I-I-I wanna l-leave. I wanna go to my room." He rolled his eyes and patted his lap before motioning for you to go to him.
"No I wanna go! Y-you're being so mean! I-I wanna leave! It h-hurts..."
Bucky frowned and got up from his seat, moving closer to you to pick you up. You thrashed around in his arms, starting to cry uncontrollably as he led you over to the bed. Eventually, you stopped fighting and continued to cry your little heart out in his arms. He sat down on the bed, with you in his lap, and lifted your chin up with his index finger to look into your eyes.
"What's going on with you today, love? What hurts, pretty girl, what happened?" You shook your head, not wanting to tell him what happened, you didn't wanna risk getting into any more trouble. Instead of answering him, you continued to cry in his arms, not wanting to let go anymore. He gently rubbed your back, still confused as to why you were behaving this way. You were never this fussy during a punishment, and you always obeyed him. He wasn't used to hearing you say no, especially to a punishment.
"You said it hurts, what hurts love? Did you hurt yourself by accident, baby?" You hesitantly nodded and lifted your hand up to show him the big cut on your finger. His eyes widened slightly, taking your hand in his to take a closer look at it. His hand gently brushed against the cut, making you wince in pain.
"Oh I'm so sorry, baby," he quickly apologized, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. 'I'm so sorry, love. I didn't know you got hurt."
"I-It's okay I-I should've told you w-what happened." You hugged him back, with your head resting on his shoulder while quietly sniffling.
"No, no, love, this is all my fault. I was stressed out with work and I took it all out on you. I'm so sorry. I didn't even give you a chance to explain yourself, I'm so sorry, baby. Daddy is very sorry, will you please forgive me, pretty girl?" He pulled away from the embrace and looked down at you with a sad smile. You quickly nodded and hugged him again, "It's okay, Daddy. I forgive you."
"You're too nice to Daddy, babygirl…I promise I'll make it up to you. Before we do anything though, I've gotta get this cut cleaned up, but then we can do anything you want. We can go to the park, we can go get some ice cream, whatever you want, love. How does that sound, pretty girl?"
"It sounds good, Daddy! I wanna get ice cream and go to the park please!"
"Whatever you want, babygirl, but you have to promise me you won't disobey me again and use the sharp knives without my permission. Do we have a deal, princess?"
"Hmmmmm, okay fine, Daddy. I won't ever disobey you like that again!"
"That's my good girl." He kissed her once again before carrying her to the bathroom to clean up the cut.
#daddy!bucky#daddy!bucky x reader#bucky fluff#bucky x reader#bucky angst#bucky barnes fic#bucky x y/n#mean!bucky barnes
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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 1
This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.
#polls#our flag means death#marvel#blackbonnet#stucky#edward teach#stede bonnet#bucky barnes#steve rogers
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Criteria to become a babygirl are as follows:
Be a middle aged man
Be mentally unstable
Be gay
Cry
#edward teach#blackbeard ofmd#izzy hands#israel hands#anthony j crowley#will graham#dean winchester#bucky barnes#our flag means death#ofmd#good omens#supernatural#ofmd s2#our flag means death season 2#good omens season 2#nbc hannibal#hannibal nbc#loki
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bitches be like 'hes just like me fr' and he's committed countless atrocities
#blackbeard#ed teach#edward teach#izzy hands#hannibal#hannibal lecter#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#the doctor#doctor who#our flag means death season 2#our flag meets death#moriarty#bbc sherlock#it's me i'm bitches
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all i can think about is bucky literally BEGGING to eat your pussy. just on his knees, calling himself a needy slut, just looking up at you with puppy dog eyes while he just begs for your pussy on his mouth. ugh.
Men who are this into eating pussy have a special place reserved for them in Heaven. Hearing someone beg to go down on you is life changing when they know what they're doing 🙈
But you're so right, Bucky would be so willing to degrade himself like that just to be allowed to go down on you. He'd be on his knees, trying to ignore how full his balls feel, begging for you.
"P-please." His voice is so quiet you almost start to question if he said it intentionally. "I need to taste you. I can't think about anything else."
His cock twitches despite how heavy it looks, flushed and angry against the pale skin of his thighs.
"Really?" You tease, tilting his chin up with two fingers so he's looking at your face, rather than your body. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking. Describe it to me"
He doesn't miss a beat. "I'm thinking about how soft you are, how warm and silky your cunt feels under my tongue. I'm thinking about burying my tongue as deep inside you as I can reach and still wishing I could get deeper. I want to feel how wet you are but more than anything, I want to taste how wet you are. I want to dream about it for the rest of the week. Every time I stroke my cock I want to be able to remember how you taste."
Precum drips from his tip and you're not sure you can deny him much longer. Not when he's making it sound so appealing.
"Do you even hear yourself?" You do your very best to act like you don't love the sound of every word that has just come out of his mouth.
"I do. I sound like a shameless, filthy, desperate slut. The type of slut who wants to kiss and lick and worship your sweet pussy until you're so sensitive you have to force me to stop." His hand wanders between his own legs, tugging his stiff length to the mere thought.
He's not above begging and you know that. He'll draw this out as long as he needs to until he gets his way but there's very little sense in that when you want this just as much as he does.
"Lie on the bed." You give him time to make his way over before following, lining yourself up just above his face.
You take a second to smooth his hair, enjoying the feeling of his freshly shaved face against the sensitive insides of your thighs.
He's looking up at you, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you." The relief in his voice is clear right before he grasps your hips and pulls you down onto his mouth.
Fuck, he's incredible. This is the mouth you dream about when you're alone. His tongue massages your clit, stroking back and forth before dipping into your fluttering entrance. You swear he must feel what he's doing to you. You feel your cunt clenching and rippling, your muscles contracting in response to the pleasure and for a second you wonder if he can tell.
He's hungry for this; he has been for hours. He's moaning and slurping obscenely, his tongue buried in your cunt. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to know that he's alternating between fucking his own fist and gripping the base of his shaft tight enough to stop him from spilling his release all over himself too soon.
It's very hard to tell which of you enjoys this more.
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#needy!bucky#bucky barnes x reader smut#sub!bucky#bucky barnes smut#subby!bucky#this should technically belong to the shs series#but it fit this prompt too well so I'm using it here#I make the rules 😇#but that 'thank you' nearly killed me#I've noticed this week that my beige flag is that I get so frustrated when people make assumptions about my capacity#I hate when people say stuff like 'how's the new job? you must be really stressed'#or worse 'things must be getting on top of you'#like ???#why would you assume I can't handle what I put on my own plate?#I know people mean well but it really bothers me
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💔
#You know what I mean#They saw each other after all that#Broke Steve's heart yet another time#Bucky didn't even know why his heart was hurting#steve rogers#james barns#stevebucky#james buchanan barnes#white wolf#stucky#steve bucky
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🧍♂️🐟
#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#mermay#mermaid au#mcu fanart#i mean technically they could be anyone but they’re steve and bucky in my heart lmao#m draws#also steve’s pose is referenced from a henry scott tuke painting!#i love his paintings a lot
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i'll show you who my sweetheart's never met
happy 10th anniversary of the release of captain america: the winter soldier
bonus version:
#catws#catws10#stevebucky#stucky#Bucky Barnes#Winter Soldier#Steve Rogers#Captain America#shrinkyclinks#i mean it came out 26th March here but what's a handful more days between the brainrot community#enjoy luv xxxx#valentine texas#knives tw#there WILL be other versions of this maybe tomorrow or later on i have to organise my drive so bad lol
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Glass Desks
A/N: Just a silly little scene I've had in my head for bit now since I work as an occasional house cleaner to try and get by. I got surprised by someone coming in on my last clean and just had to turn it into something.
Pairing: Mafia! Bucky Barnes x House Cleaner! Reader
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A sigh escaped Bucky as he ran a hand down his face. He was supposed to have meetings all day today- ones important enough that he’d rearranged everything around them- yet within the first two hours something had already come up and his associates were forced to reschedule.
“Hey, boss? We’re here…” Sam said from the driver’s seat, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him look up at the large empty house before him.
His empty house.
He wouldn’t trade his line of work for the world, truly, but between both the secretive and potentially violent nature of his job, it didn’t exactly leave much room for pleasant company.
He sighed again as he stepped out, “Thanks Sam…. That should be all for today, but I’ll call if I need you.” He said and patted the roof twice before it pulled away.
Making his way up the stairs toward the entrance, all seemed normal at first glance- that is until he spotted an unfamiliar car parked around the side.
It was an old car, parked out of the way in the shade- not quite a beater- but they definitely didn’t make its model anymore. It was non-descript and would blend in with a crowd if needed, but more importantly: it wasn’t one of his.
He moved toward the door with far quieter steps now, listening intently for the intruders. Multiple voices came from inside as if trying to talk over each other in layered tones. Chairs and doors clunked and creaked as they were moved about, followed by the moving voices- were people searching for something?
Instinctively his hand found the gun in his jacket. ‘Sam didn’t say anything as he left… Did he really not notice the car? No-Sam was one of his best men… Maybe he already knew they were here..?’ Bucky thought.
Either way, he wasn’t taking any chances; his fingers closed around the gun’s handle as he cracked open the door, the weapon a comfortable and familiar weight in his hand. His steps were silent as he entered, their practiced paces unknown to anyone but him.
However, instead of finding an enemy gang searching for secrets he found…. You.
You were hard at work in your own little world as you went about cleaning the second floor. You bobbed and sang along to the music emanating from your back pocket, your voice layering over the original as the rags half tucked in your belt swayed with you. The mobster couldn’t help but crack a smile.
He had completely forgotten. Usually, on days when he was meant to be out of the house for hours on end, you would be scheduled to come clean. But apparently, no one had informed you about the change of plans.
You had been hired on as his house cleaner a few months ago, helping him keep things together while work kept him endlessly busy. But despite having been on the payroll for a while now, he still hadn’t found the time to officially meet you- that is, until now.
He couldn’t deny that you looked… rather silly if he was being honest, but your unparalleled passion only made it all the more endearing. His head shook with a faint smile as he watched as you moved into his office. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click, he was halfway up the second-floor stairs when he heard you suddenly break away from your song.
“Ugh…,” you sighed loudly to yourself, still thinking you were the only one in the room, “what kind of an asshole has a glass desk? I mean, really- Do you have stock in Windex? Is that what it is???” You asked snarkily to no one in particular, but this was too good for Bucky to pass up.
“Not yet. Should I?” The mobster found himself biting back his laughter as he leaned against the office doorway behind you.
“At this rate? You should really-“Your mouth clamped shut faster than it ever had before, your entire body freezing on the spot as his response finally processed. Your eyes were wide as saucers as your thoughts ran on a panicked loop ‘Oh no, oh god, oh shit, oh fuck. you really just had to insult the infamous White Wolf of New York… In his own home… In front of his own men… Are you STUPID??’ you yelled at yourself internally and quickly put on a brave face, turning off your music and turning to the unfamiliar voice behind you.
Your stomach nearly dropped as you realized it was not only “one of his men” it was, THE man. You instantly recognized him from the few photos scattered around the house; the sharp stubbly jaw and blazing blue eyes were unmistakable, not to mention the hint of the metallic arm you caught between his suit sleeve and glove. You couldn’t deny he was handsome- even more so in person than he was in his photos.
“Mr. Barnes…!” Your voice squeaked out, but he just held his same amused smile, looking anything but upset. “I, uh… I thought you had meetings all day today- I didn’t mix up the date, did I..?”
“Not at all…” he said with a quiet laugh. “My meetings got rescheduled part way though, so I thought I’d spend the evening working from home. Little did I know it’d be the perfect place to get financial advice too.”
Your face burned with embarrassment as you relived the very recent moment yet again, “Right, uh, about the whole ‘asshole’ thing, I-”
But he simply waved you off, “Don’t. It’s refreshing to get an authentic opinion, and honestly? I don’t even like that desk.” He admitted, his heart stirring in new ways as your whole body relaxed and he could finally see you as you usually were, “and, ah… if you wanted to stay for a while, I sure wouldn’t mind the company- I could use a little advice in the stock market.”
You bit your lip to hold back your grin, you wouldn’t get too ahead of yourself, “Oh, me? I don’t know if I’d really be suitable company while I’m cleaning.”
A thought seemed to pass over him then as he nodded in agreement, “Hm, you’re right..” he smiled, “Perhaps we should just have dinner then… how’s tonight?”
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thinking about how mean! bucky would be really controlling in general about every single thing no matter how small it is
So you get used to him making decisions and but when you look at him expectantly he mocks you and calls you a dumb baby
ok I'm gonna shut up now
No, don’t shut up. This. Is. Perfect.
Becoming so dependent on him that you don’t know what to do with yourself. He has to do practically everything for you. Pick out your outfit, tie your shoes, instruct you when it’s okay to respond when someone speaks to you, pick what you’ll be eating, etcetera.
He’s untaught you how to do things yourself, so now you have to stand there like a clueless dumb little girl waiting for him to hold your face with his hand and tell you that your just a baby.
As much as he’s untaught you things, he has in fact taught you other things. Like how good girls don’t fight back when someone is touching them in their sleep and to let his friends do what they want to you and take it like his good little girl. He’s taught you that punishments are for bad behavior, like when you talk to someone without telling him. And so on…
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Steve, trying to convince Tony to confide in him: look im incredible at keeping secrets, my ma thought I only liked girls for years.
Tony, no longer caring about his mental breakdown: WhAt
#ofmd#source: our flag means death#marvel#marvel mcu#incorrect quotes#steve rogers#steven grant rogers#captain america#bucky barnes#stucky#tony stark#iron man#sarah rogers#anthony stark#the avengers
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Random Bucky-related Fact I Uncovered:
The house on the left corner there is 169 Clinton Street (circa 1935), Brooklyn, where H. P. Lovecraft stayed 1924-1926. The area’s multiculturalism horrified him so much he had to write The Horror at Red Hook (1927) about it.
Why's this interesting?
Because if you look at this prop dog tag for Bucky in the MCU...
...You'll see that that next-of-kin address ^ for Bucky
Is two houses down, behind HP Lovecraft's place, on the street you're looking down at the far-left of that image up there. ^
So the area HP Lovecraft found horrifyingly multicultural in the late 1920s, that's where Steve and Bucky were growing up! 😊
#bucky barnes#bucky meta#historically accurate stucky tag#meta#mcu#mcu meta#h.p. lovecraft#hp lovecraft#160 State St#169 Clinton St#bucky finding out hp lovecraft is famous: WAIT you mean that creepy guy from round the corner?!#conclusion: steve and bucky would NOT care for lovecraft 😬#stucky#steve meta#stucky meta#steve rogers#*me being annoying bringing this up every time HP Lovecraft is mentioned* 😩#timeline#my meta
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Sambucky as Text Posts 3/?
#Bucky gets a lil aggressive about cuddle time but he means well#sambucky as text posts#mcu#bucky#sambucky#sad baby hobo kitten#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#mcuedit#marvel edit#bucky barnes#Sam Wilson#Falcon#Captain America#winter soldier#white wolf#falcon and the winter soldier#the Falcon and the winter soldier#FATWS#tfatws#fatwsedit#tfatwsedit#Sebastian Stan#anthony mackie#buckybarnesedit#samwilsonedit#sambuckyedit#sam x bucky#sam Wilson x bucky barnes#winterfalcon
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My fave sad little meow meow meets my new sad little meow meow.
Except it's petvengers so no bad thing ever happens :D
So yeah, I'm battling my artblock in the old best way going back to petvengers XD
#petvengers#bucky barnes#winter soldier#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#still I'm kinda preferring owl for miguel because migowl ohooora#and also smart and cool looking but actually a dumbass disaster#but i also kinda think bucky should be a bear#so that tracks XD#(oh what do you mean i make up rules#there is no rules XD#and its internet so cats always win#(said by me the declared dog person)
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I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him
Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao
It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.
It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.
"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.
"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.
You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.
You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.
It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.
You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.
"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.
"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.
"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.
"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.
"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.
He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#needy!bucky#Bucky Barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes smut#sub!bucky#was this one something I've been fortunate enough to try? Absolutely.#and has it bounced around in my head ever since?? yep#I've got so many 💦sports asks#and I've been really hesitant to answer them bc I have people I know irl on here now#but honestly if my interests so far haven't freaked you out#those probably won't either#I made the best overnight oats last night I've been thinking about them all day#white chocolate chunks with raspberries and peanut butter#with oat milk#and I'm using that to distract me from the fact I'm locked out of my work emails and I can't do my Sunday evening email clear up#it's freaking me out that I can't get into them#that'll mean I have so much to do tomorrow morning#I'll probably lose my hour home on the train tomorrow trying to catch up#I love my hour to work and my hour home from work on the train#that's my me time#where I read my silly little book and chill
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