#bucky!thots

[navybrat817]

Thinking about riding Bucky's thigh.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck with a whine when he praises you. Tells you how pretty you are as he guides your hips with one hand, the other caressing your body with such care. How proud he is that you're taking what you need and letting him give it to you.

"Doing so well for me. That feel good? You wanna come? So pretty when you come. Let me see it. Let me feel it."

His deep voice is so gentle that it makes your eyes sting with unshed tears.

So you praise him, too, when you ride his thick thigh faster. How you're wet and needy because of him. How his touch makes you feel both weak and alive. And how lucky you are to have his love.

It's enough to push him over the edge with you.

That's all, lovelies. Go about your business. ❤️

#navybrat thots #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fic #sergeant barnes #sebastian stan #bucky x you #bucky barnes fandom #the winter soldier #navybrat writes #kind of

[buckybarnesbestdoll]

Thot?

Bucky Barnes helping you ride him.

He's content at first to watch as he lays underneath you since seeing your pretty tits bounce is a sight. He'd rather help you move. So when he grabs your hips and bounces you up and down, all you can do is moan and let him use you like a ragdoll.

"Sorry, doll. Cunt's just too good. It's choking my cock. Keep riding me. Let me help. Take it. Own it."

#bbb doll thots #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #james buchanan barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x female reader #thirsty thots

[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 writes spice #becca's thots #dbf!bucky #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #dad's best friend! bucky #maybe Ps!bucky too #this is one of my favourite fantasies recently #if you see this... yes you absolutely did

[weirdomellow]

Riding Bucky

Woke up to the new photos and all I have are thots about beefy Bucky 🫠

18+ below! Minors DNI!

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Imagine riding Bucky's dick and feeling his chest hair 🫠

Imagine him being tied to the bed just for fun without any domination. It was actually his idea to do this, to be tied up and to see how much you want to take control

You both are already naked and there he is in all his glory, gorgeous and with that amazing chest hair that drives you insane

You are wet from just looking at him and when you sink down on him, the sounds coming out of you are unreal. You feel him, vein by vein and inch by inch. He feels so damn good.

You start slow, your hands on his chest, you touch his hair, feel him in you, with you.

As you start riding him, there is a sinister smile on his face. You both know he wants to hold you, take control but you both want to see how well you want to be in control this time. See how long it lasts until he snaps.

As you ride him, you get louder, more electric. You feel your orgasm building. Normally you love being edged but this time, you want to come again and again. You want to be ruined and ruin him.

When you come, you cry out loud, creaming his cock and nibbling on his neck, feeling his scent and him.

You both never felt so good before.

And afterwards? He DOES snap, ties you up this time and makes sure you come for him again and again.

#personal ideas #personal thots #beefy bucky #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #beefy!bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female!reader #bucky barnes x woc!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

[howlingscarlet]

Steve and Bucky who are both in love with you and each other so they start hooking up with each other and are still pining over you. You catch them hooking up

"Can I join?"

🤭

I see your “catching them hooking up” and raise you “them moaning your name and talking about you while they hook up”

Cw: fleshlight use, oral sex (f & m receiving), vaginal fingering, double penetration, cum eating

It’s something they do pretty regularly. Bucky’s thrusting the fleshlight up and down Steve’s cock, pretending it’s your pussy. He’s saying to Steve, “She feels so good doesn’t she? You know wanna come inside her? Fill her up?” while Steve clutches onto the bedsheets and moans your name. Then you come in, completely forgetting to knock. You just wanted to ask them about a mission report when you see them. The words just fall out of your mouth. Steve’s a little embarrassed but Bucky’s just fucking smirking and says “what are you waiting for doll?” You’ve never undressed so quickly in your life and they’re both just staring at you with hearts in their eyes as they take in your naked form. Steve’s face is flushed red when you go to him first. He’s so hard and when you ask him if you can take him in your mouth he nearly faints. Bucky watches intently as you bob your head on Steve’s cock. He touches himself as he watches, until watching isn’t enough and he comes up behind you. He teases you with his fingers making you whine around Steve, which then makes him moan in return. You pull off Steve for a moment to beg Bucky to stop teasing you and he’s quick to relent, plunging two of his thick fingers into your soaking cunt. He curls his fingers into you with such skill as he tries to prep you to take his cock. He makes you come at least once on his fingers before he decides you’re ready. Steve’s barely holding it together when Bucky finally thrusts into you, forcing you to take Steve deeper. They both moan loudly when you gag around him. Bucky strokes your clit to make you come again, telling Steve to come down your throat. He does so, chanting your name like a prayer and you’re not far behind him. Your orgasm washing over you as he spurts into your mouth. You pull off of Steve, your head coming to rest in his lap as Bucky picks up his pace, rutting into you to chase his own release. You notice then that he’s babbling on, talking about how good you feel. How much better the real thing is. Steve’s stroking your hair tenderly while he praises you, telling you how good you’re taking Bucky. Bucky’s hips start to stutter the closer he gets and Steve pulls him in for a kiss as he comes in you. When he pulls out his release runs down your thighs and you’re suddenly manhandled onto your back while Steve maneuvers himself between your thighs and cleans up the mess Bucky made. Bucky kisses you as Steve makes you come on his tongue. You’re completely disheveled and exhausted when they took you into their arms, Steve spooning you with his chest to your back while Bucky faces you so you can lay your head on his chest. They let you rest knowing the three of you have quite the conversation ahead of you.

#I don’t know where this came from #✉︎ scars got mail ✉︎ #𖤓 sunshine 𖤓 #☆ moots ☆ #stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky x reader smut #stucky x female reader #stucky thots

[biteofcherry]

Tipsy Friday evening thots:

sliding towards Lloyd (cute socks on marble floors) after downing a big glass of wine, which you perhaps stole from his wine cellar, and poking him with a giggle: "I know why you have mustache! Because it's actually Must Ache warning for the pussy"

attempting to climb Bucky like a tree, before he even manages to take his boots off, and shooing away Alpine when she meows for attention: "Go away, he needs to take care of another kitty."

sending Ransom excerpts from bad erotica books with comments like "Why are you at work editing and not here storming my caverns with your salty serpent beast?"

drinking with Steve, dancing around the kitchen while he makes you some snacks, then suddenly slapping his ass and imitating his voice: "Such a good housewife, pretty boy."

moving around Andy's office while he finishes some documents: pouring yourself some of his whiskey, poking at stuff, bending over his desk; and when he sighs: "Can't you sit down for a moment?" replying - "Nope. I'm wearing a plug."

chilling on a hammock or couch with Ari, cuddled to him and squinting at the empty now glass of colorful cocktail he made you; having some deep existential conversation, like: "Is your dick more sensitive than my nipples?"

#thot of the day #or rather of the evening lol #lloyd hansen x reader #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #lloyd hansen x you #bucky barnes x you #ransom drysdale x you #steve rogers x you #andy barber x you #ari levinson x you

[ww2yaoi]

Angsty Buck(y) fanon thoughts under the cut:

Just imagining a scenario where John and Gale have had something going on between them since the beginning of the war that was born out of a need for comfort in an extreme situation. Gale obviously still loves Marge, but she is so far away and he has wants, despite how badly he tries to control them. He loses enough control with John to slip up and change the nature of their relationship.

They have this silent understanding that once the war is over Gale will go back to Marge and they'll forget it ever happened. Gale loves John, but the social consequences of loving him are just too much. Gale wants to be married, he wants a home, children and a traditional way of life. That means Marge.

John loves Gale. He's possessive and jealous deep down, but he tries (and fails) to repress it. He loves Gale. He wants him to be happy, but the fact that Gale won't choose him breaks his heart.

John believes, and Gale knows deep down, Marge will never understand Gale the way John does. He knows the hardships, the PTSD, what it was like flying those suicide missions, then getting captured and imprisoned.

John tries to comfort himself by believing Gale just loves the idea of Marge, that this is just what Gale has been told to want. It's all rooted in Gale being a better man than his father was.

If Gale chooses John, he can't have that American dream that they're all supposedly fighting and dying for. In many ways, Gale regrets losing control and falling in love with John. He's being unfaithful. Maybe his father was unfaithful, so it's a difficult thing to accept about himself. Yet, he loves John anyways.

#that episode spurred some Thots for me #masters of the air spoilers #buck x bucky

[flordeamatista]

𝙒𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙙

pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader`

concept: Fire burns passionately when passion is present.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: Beefy Bucky, poetic fluff, poetic kisses, body worship, holiday poetic smut ─ p in v smut, size kink, unprotected sex, nicknames ─ (Angel, baby girl)

a/n: This is for the ‘Tis the Season to be Thot-y’ writing challenge! My dialogue prompt was: “you got me a Christmas present?” and my festive device was ‘Christmas decorations.” And my hot babe was Beefy Bucky.

 Hi, @jadedvibes I'm your secret santa, and I hope you're beaming when you read the notification. The fact that I had the pleasure of becoming your little holiday menace made me so excited.

the cute gif/line divider/moodboard made by me

lovely betas: @lunarbuck and @writing-for-marvel

Masterlist

Let me meet your needs, and like lightning, you strike me down.

A crimson bow is placed on top of the gold-wrapped box. The Christmas lights are clearly reflected in your eyes. You are excited to offer this gift to your beefy man as he stares at you with his sparkling blue eyes. 

He cautiously opens the box, his eyes widening at the contents before darting up to you and back down again, running his fingers across the polaroid. It's the most beautiful picture of you in red lingerie, tossing gold tinsel in the air.

When he recognized it, his eyes widened, and you caught his beaming smile as he turned to face you. 

"Is this my gift?" Standing up with the package in his hands, he walks towards you, his eyes lustful. In a moment, he is mystified before closing the box, looking at you, and taking you in. 

He tosses the package onto the table and glances at you. 

You breathe, "Yeah, wrapped in your favorite color, and I’m wearing it right now."

"Oh-" escapes Bucky's throat as he arches backward, every nerve on edge. Dark blue eyes burn the trench coat as he looks around and forgets he is in public, and here you are teasing him.

"Would you like to touch and take it off, big boy"

That's what you do to him-take the air out of his body and make him happy.

He can take you apart in the restroom, or he can be a gentleman and wait until you get to the car. He sees the twinkle in your eyes, and he knows you love to be a menace. 

You feel his lips touch your earlobe as he pushes you out the door.

“You look so pretty for me, but are you gonna scream for me? Wanna hear my name come out of that pretty little mouth." He whispers so close to your skin.

Seeing his hands on your waist, holding onto his arms, and feeling the veins tremble on your fingertips, seeing the muscular curves of his arm reminds you that tonight's show is yours.  “Do you like to tease me, pretty girl?”

You live every second of your existence to tease him, and you like being with him simply to get a chance to turn him on and thank him for making him the savage beast he is. You can’t wait to get home and finish the teasing.

It feels so good, waiting on your patient lips, getting carried away by your words.

With a feather-light kiss, Bucky places his lips on your back, and you can feel the seductive moistness of his lips against your skin, enveloping your whole body and releasing a sensation of warmth and cushioning on your back. Your shoulders are now swimming with warm kisses while his fingers trace the garter straps.

The feeling of Bucky's fingertips digging into your hips, Bucky's forehead tipping forward against your back.

“Have you been nice or naughty? ”

"Yep," you whisper, breathless, as you turn around to answer the question because you know either way you respond, you’ll be teased. How do you answer such a question?

Now that he knows how jolly you are in your gift-giving, Bucky speeds every spotlight to find out how naughty you've been.

Your garter wraps around your full thighs, and your bralette squeezes the soft curve of your breasts. Because of the cool air and the texture of the lace, your nipples are barely visible and hardened. The hardness of his dick has increased. You are the perfect gift when the loose-fitting strap slinks downward over your shoulder.

As you twirl around a little more, you show him how it fits around you and how the red garter kisses your skin.

Bucky licks his lips because he wants to devour that pretty skin of yours and show you what you do to him. 

The moment Bucky reaches for your bralette strap, your skin shivers.

Whenever Bucky touches you, you feel dizzy, lost, and found. He is the only man who makes you feel loved and seen. From his warm hand to his cold hand, dancing around your body and creating a sense of love in your soul.

You quickly pull silver tinsel and slide it over his eyes, he is effectively blindfolded. A very sexy sound comes from his throat, and he shakes his head slightly. "Can I open my eyes now?" he asked, a smile playing on his full lips.

“It sounds like a no to me." He says amusedly, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

"No. You can't open your eyes," you tell him. “It's either you're a good boy, or you're getting coal for being naughty.”

“You like me being naughty, Angel.” 

Before you can begin the sentence, he grabs you and pulls you to him. He starts at your thighs, stroking up and down your silk stockings as he warms your skin. The sensation sweeps up your spine.

At the top of the stockings, he brings his lips to the bare skin and runs his tongue along the garter. His fingers run over the red lace, stopping to finger the small black bows. 

He caresses your skin with his thumbs, making you moan, and leaving you breathless.

 It's like you're going to burst when his lips trail kisses along your collarbone, licking and tasting your skin to the point of bursting. You can feel his lips numbing with pleasure after he whispers, "You make me want to do some naughty things to you," before he bruisingly kisses your lips. 

With the kiss broken, he pulls off the blindfold and steps back, looking you up and down. You catch your breath when he finally meets your eyes with ocean-blues, glistening with lust. You feel the raging passion in his lips as he kisses you searingly, the heat of arousal breaking through.

"Naughty boy," you pant against his lips.

He growls low in his throat and grabs your ass, lifting you up into his lap. You wrap your legs around him and bury your face in his neck as he makes his way to the bed. 

Upon inhaling the inviting scent of his warm body, you breathe in the pleasant notes of cedar and sandalwood, along with the inherent sweet scent of his beefy body.

With your own kisses, licking the skin on his neck, and smearing him with your own love, you can not savor him. You're thrown down on the bed, covered with his body, as he holds your hands above your head. 

Now you are his. 

“Angel, behave yourself."

He tortures you with his lips and tinsel like a feather, lying perfectly still while you whimper and try to obey him. 

When he presses his palms against your breast, massaging and squeezing the soft flesh, he watches as it expands over the lace with a groan. A moan escapes your lips as Bucky leans forward to brush his nose against yours. 

Bucky gently touches you deeply and presses his lips against your ear, “Want you to come. I want to see you all flushed and pretty,"

You detect none of the frantic energy from moments ago. Taking in the soft, rough lips of Bucky, you lose yourself in the feeling, comparing it with your own feelings. Your senses are rekindled as you inhale his sweet lips.

You have my heart when your lips are swollen with sensuality and desire.

The shockwaves of pleasure spread through your body as you clench your fists into the sheets. Your lips part slightly as a raw moan escapes your throat. Bucky groans softly, slipping his tongue between your folds to taste you and probe you gently. You urge him for more, letting your soft moans slide from your mouth as you arch up against his tongue.

A hand reaches out under your hips, caressing your lower abdomen, then he moves his hand down to your mound, teasing your folds apart. Bucky licks a stripe between your entrance and your clit slowly, swirling his tongue gently over it while humming softly.

As you rock against his mouth, wanting more and falling into the blissful pleasure, you feel as if you are on top of the Christmas tree, watching the lights dance, Bucky's name echoes in your ears.

He groans deep in his throat and closes his lips lightly around your clit, sucking it very gently as he continues to tease it with his tongue.

Love is more than words, so he wants you to feel his desire. He teases you a bit to get you to feel it.

As the tremors of your orgasm sweep through you, you choke out a gasping moan of Bucky's name in between other unintelligible sounds. Bucky spanks you for being so naughty.

It is a gift to see Bucky’s face as he watches you come for him. He knows that nobody can make you feel like this or even touch you how he does. 

The holiday night is just beginning. 

It was like a spark of life at the end of a long night, light to ignite the flame of your love that made him thrilled, thrilled merely to exist.

You let out a soft breath at the feel of Bucky's hardness trapped between you both. You slip your hands around his waist, pushing him back slightly so that you can wrap one leg around him, pulling him toward you. You arch your back off the bed, letting him start to press into you. "I've been nice. I need you now."

Bucky moans low and raw as you rise against him. “Yes, you've been nice, and your pussy's been nice too,” he chokes out, grasping tightly at the base, squeezing hard.

He whispers hoarsely, steadying the head of his cock at your entrance as he slips inside slowly, changing his hip positions as he goes.

After Bucky slowly begins to enter you, you let out a chorus of moans. You’re beginning to ache for it - something you haven’t experienced before. Your body is singing as the sensations start flowing through you again, and everything is amplified by the feeling.

A deep breath is taken by Bucky as his hips touch yours, allowing him to feel. 

Then, with a swallowed groan, he gives into the instinctual impulse to thrust, to just move, and he settles into a slow, deep rhythm in order to stretch the moment out as long as possible. Even though you are already so close to him, he wants to prolong it forever. He feels so good around you that you can’t do anything else.

Fire burns passionately when passion is present.

Almost like being on top of the world, you can feel his touch in all the right places and feel your body temperature rising  as you float above the clouds. You bite your lip as the emotions overtake you, and you lean over and pull Bucky up for a deep kiss. 

Can this man really love you and still be real? Since the first time you met Bucky, he has been the greatest blessing to you. It has been an honor to feel him in the most intimate way possible.

As his hand wraps around your throat, he applies gentle pressure. At his mercy, you feel electric jolts coursing through you. 

You feel Bucky's hands slip on your neck as he kisses you hard. The momentum of his thrusts drives you back to the edge as he grabs your other hand and digs his fingers deep into them for leverage. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips. As the heat pools in your stomach again, you whine softly.

As if moonlight shined over a misty night, your eyes seduced me in every way.

"I got you," he whispers into your neck, kissing your pulse and feeling the rapid beats.

As soon as you let go, he grabs you, driving into you hard, and joins you. Your screams are filled with his name.

With his hips stilled and burying his face in your neck, Bucky softly whispers, "Angel, my precious Angel.".

Taking hold of his angel, he breathes an inaudible blessing out to the gods.

Bucky shifts with you, pulling an arm out from under you to smooth your hair away from your damp forehead. He lightly circles your lips with his fingertips, he breathes, "Best holiday gift.”

The air around you grows quiet as you lean into his hand, your breath evening out. Your eyes slowly open, and you gaze at Bucky.

My lips, eyes, heart, and soul all tell a story, and he has the honor of telling mine through my body.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #beefy!bucky x reader #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #Tis the Season to be Thot-y #bucky barns fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction #sebastian stan characters #bucky barnes x latina!reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n

[canyonmooncreations]

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE mafia and mob character x reader fics. But I only ever see them where the reader is very hard headed and stubborn and fights with the guy.

I want one where the reader is just happy to be there. Maybe she had a terrible home life and she’s just so happy to be out of there. She’s baffled by how kind the person is. The mafia man realizes that she was never really loved and suddenly this arranged marriage is so real. He’d do everything he could to make her feel loved and win her love. He wouldn’t see her as an object, he’d treat her like a princess. She’d be so hesitant bc no one ever loved her.

He tried giving her his card but she simply won’t use it bc she can’t fathom spending more than $5 on herself. She’ll try to clean the kitchen but he’s all “sweetheart we have people who are paid to do that”. She will try to avoid him and hide herself out of the way bc her parents couldn’t care to see her face. But he just wants her to learn how to take up space. He nurtures any interest she shows bc her parents never did. She always gets so flustered when he pays attention to her bc no one could tell you her favorite color, except for him.

She’d become his world and he would help her create her own.

#Bucky #mob #mafia #reader #fanfic #fanfiction #eddie munson #thots #steve rogers #bucky fic #bucky x reader #thinking #love #avengers

[navybrat817]

Choose Your Husband

The Author

The Artist

The Mobster

The Thief

The Athlete

The Beneficiary

The CEO

The Investor

The Designer

The Gambler

The Enforcer

The Techie

You can't go wrong. 😏

#navybrat thots #silly boys with silly toys au #choose your husband #bucky barnes #steve rogers #nick fowler #ari levinson #hal carter #curtis everett #scott huffman #andy barber #jefferson #ransom drysdale #raymond smith #jake jensen

[buckybarnesbestdoll]

Thot?

Bucky Barnes making you sit on his face.

You hold the headboard as he grunts and moans. Your juices flow into his mouth as he fucks you deeper with his tongue. Digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls you closer when you try to let up. You try to argue that he needs to breathe.

"Smother me with your pussy, doll. You fucking hear me? Make me earn my chance to breathe."

He'd gladly die eating your pussy.

#bbb doll thots #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #thirsty thots

[becca-e-barnes]

The need that I have for early morning, tender sex with Dbf!bucky that gets a little frantic and really passionate 😵‍💫

Especially if you tend to drift apart in your sleep. It feels so much nicer to curl up against him again the next morning, stealing some of his heat and enjoying the way that he smells so familiar to you now.

You can't help but feel a softness in your chest when he sleepily pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head with his eyes still closed. If nothing else, you feel incredibly safe with your bare chest pressed to his and your limbs tangled together comfortably.

The sunlight has just managed to creep through a gap in between the curtains, illuminating the few grey hairs peppered across your partner's hairline and you swear he's never looked more beautiful.

He's more awake than he'd lead you to believe though. His eyes are barely even open before he's tilting your chin up, making it easier to capture your lips with his.

"Good morning." He mumbles in his deep morning voice when his lips part from yours.

"Hi." You can't help but smile, wiggling your body against the bulge in his underwear. "It's a great morning."

He can't help but roll his eyes at your enthusiasm.

"Didn't I take good enough care of you last night? You still want more." He pretends he's insulted but secretly, he's pretty damn pleased. You want him; plain and simple. You don't dress it up or play it off. Don't we all want to be wanted?

"See, that's the problem. You were too good to me last night. And now. I'm all worked up." You slip kisses to his neck and shoulders in between your sentences, hoping that it really drives your point home.

"You're a handful." Bucky teases, tilting your chin up once more, letting his lips collide with yours before allowing his tongue to do the same. It feels like his hands are all over your body at once, teasing and rubbing and gripping you, getting you even more worked up.

It's not long before he's got your leg hooked up over him and he's slipping his cock into you. The glide is that much easier given that he finished inside you just a few hours ago and the thought of that alone makes you even wetter.

Bucky's low groan as he slides into you is addictive. He's clearly still sensitive but it feels too good for either of you to stop now.

"Such a good girl. You take me so damn well." He's babbling already, eyes rolling back as he presses as deep inside you as possible, giving you a chance to take a breath before he starts to work your body in a way that no one else has ever managed.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend Bucky #This is the silly one scratching an itch in my brain rn #I am a real morning person #I hardly make it past midnight these days #I've also had a lot of thoughts about the filthy things that could be done while one party takes a work call 😏 #Might have to write that

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I will never emotionally recover from Part Five so instead I’ve chosen to think about the masterpiece that is Trust pt. 2 (seriously top to bottom it was fantastic, truly) and the idea of Bucky “taking care of himself.” Reader is a stronger person than me because if he’d said that, with me knowing it is ME he is likely going to be thinking about, I’d simply evaporate on the spot.

Goodness gracious nonny this ask has truly sent me down the garden path. Nothing but a filthy headcannon under the cut, but after all, Sundays are for smut.

Warnings: Language, Smoking, Mature/Explicit Themes [male masturbation] - 18+ ONLY

Bucky watches you dash off into the night before slowly making his way towards his hut, smoking a cigarette

Can still smell you on his clothes, its doing nothing to ease the aching need in his lower belly

Grabs his shower kit, optimistic that most of the men will still be at the dance

His hopes are confirmed when he finds the shower hut empty, turning the lock on the door behind him

Smirks at the smudges of your lipstick on his throat as he glances in one of the mirrors above the sinks

Strips slowly as he waits for the water to run warm, stepping beneath the spray

Is torn between drawing it out; making the pleasure last, and just giving into it; letting it overtake him

Steps beneath the warm stream of water, bracing one hand against the tile of the wall, letting the other run down his chest, his stomach

Thinks of the way your body felt pressed against his, the delicious noises that fell from your lips

The alluring dampness that soaked through the fabric of his pant leg where you’d straddled his thigh

Wraps his fingers around his length with a throaty moan and it’s no longer a question of making it last as he begins sharp, twisting strokes

Sighs your name as he presses his forehead against his bicep, bucking his hips in time with the rhythm of his fist, clenching his eyes tight as his thoughts drift to the way your soft hands might feel on his most sensitive flesh

Bucky’s toes dig into the tile floor as his pace quickens, panting thickly into the steam that is accumulating around him

“ah…f…fuck…” he grunts harshly, the muscles of his lower abdomen jumping erratically as he begins to lose his tempo

Shifting his thumb to circle his sensitive tip is all it takes for his orgasm to rip through him, spilling his release over his fist and onto the shower wall

Grins lazily against his arm as he cups his hand under the stream of water before splashing it against the wall to rinse it clean, leisurely finishing up his shower before crawling into bed for some remarkably restful sleep

#asks answered #thinking bucky thoughts #thinking bucky thots #trust universe

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Promises

Summary: You’ve been arranged to marry someone else, but with only one night left before Bucky redeploys, you decide to make a few memories you know you'll never forget.

Pairing: Soft Dark 1940s!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, loss of virginity, corruption kink, slight dub-con, a little sub!bucky, innocent!reader, arranged marriage plans, swearing, pet names, fluffy feels, angst, manipulation, dark!bucky, 1940’s au.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Hi @mickeyhenrys, I am your secret santa! 🎅❤️ Hope you enjoy this soft dark fic that incorporates a Christmas Party/Mistletoe to fit my prompts🎄And a big thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for coordinating this Tis the Season to be Thot-y challenge!

Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡

The annual Hodge Christmas Eve party was always all the rage, the whole neighborhood vied for an invitation to attend the grandiose and lively gathering. Your family had always wanted to attend, and this year was particularly special because an agreement had been made and an invitation was extended. 

The families spoke and you were promised to marry Gilmore Hodge, the son of the town's most successful businessman. Your father was ecstatic that Gilmore’s parents agreed because he knew you’d be well taken care of for the rest of your life. The Hodges’ were happy with the arrangement because your reputation was exactly what they wanted for their son. Your mother taught you the ways of proper homemaking, ensuring you had every domestic duty down perfectly. Together with that, you were obedient and lovely, but most importantly you were chaste. The ideal package for a favorable young man. 

After spending some time being excessively primped by your mother to look your best for your future family, and finally putting on your prettiest white dress, you were ready to go. This was what you had to do, it was your duty as a daughter, and defiance wasn’t your strong suit. Plus Gilmore was a hero, after returning home from the war he had earned even more respect than his great family name afforded him — he was an exemplary suitor. You would learn to care for him in time. 

However, the engagement had yet to occur, and your families had only just completed their negotiations. The party gave you and your parents the opportunity to see what the Hodge family was like up close; although it didn’t weigh very much in terms of what was already decided. You were told that you were extremely fortunate to be chosen for their beloved son. There was a line a mile long to even be considered for him, but you were the kindest and the purest of them all —it could only be you.

So you were going to put on a big smile and spend the evening rubbing elbows with the high class folks Gilmore’s family socialized with, because it was your responsibility.

The main thing that had you actually excited about going to the party was that you knew your wonderful old friend Bucky Barnes would be making an appearance. Throughout the years you had kept in touch through letters, and he recently wrote to you letting you know that he’d be there; saying he knew Gilmore from his time in the service, and that he was looking forward to seeing you. 

As a kid you always had the biggest crush on the guy because he was so effortlessly charming yet still adorably nerdy, the perfect combination. He was a constant in your life, and you weren’t willing to give him up, so regular letters helped keep you tethered together despite the distance. Somehow through every candid letter you felt yourself grow closer to Bucky, even closer than you were when he was still back home. His honesty, his vulnerability, his hope to see you again — it made you cherish him all the more.

Your mother knew about your elation over seeing him, especially given his valiant return from the war as well, but she urged you to be coy and downplay your enthusiasm. She didn’t want you to upset anyone in a way that could thwart her plans for your future. 

Bucky had a good reputation growing up, and your parents took no issue with you having him as a friend. But that’s all it was ever allowed to be.

While you secretly wished for a different reality, you couldn’t help but feel euphoric about at least getting to spend some time with Bucky, the sweet guy you always wished your parents took an interest in. Nevertheless, it couldn’t happen, he didn’t come from enough according to your father. It didn’t matter that he was smart, and kind, and everything you ever wanted. 

None of it mattered. Bucky would deploy again soon, so you had to have a memorable last night in his company. You didn’t understand how returning to the war worked, but that’s what he wrote in his last letter. The two of you would only have this one night to see each other.

Upon arrival at the party you made your greetings with the Hodge family, graciously speaking to them and then eventually Gilmore, who already had a couple girls vying for his attention. He was polite, but cared far more about returning to his little raving fan club. You couldn’t blame them, not everyone knew about your arrangement and he did look nice in his uniform. The snub stung a little, but you figured things would be different once you were married. 

Sitting with your mother by a warm roaring fireplace, you spoke to some other women that had arrived with their families. Chatter was lively, with beautiful jazz ballads drifting throughout the grand property; setting the ambience just right. There was a good reason everyone wanted to attend this party, the food was delicious, the decorations along with the christmas tree extravagant, and the company among the best known in Brooklyn. 

Your body buzzed with excitement and anticipation, knowing that any minute Bucky would arrive. Trying to stay calm, you focused on socializing to distract yourself, but it didn’t help. It had been so long since you’d seen him, your heart didn’t know how to play it cool. 

However, all that anxiety dissipated the moment he stepped in the room, his eyes immediately finding yours; you felt yourself and the energy calm around you — it was only you and him. 

Minding your manners you gave him a cordial nod before excusing yourself and seeking out a more quiet place to greet him. You smiled politely at the guests you passed as you made your way towards a quiet secluded hallway, all the while knowing you wouldn’t be alone for long. 

Bucky smirked, stepping into the empty corridor, away from prying eyes and the loud music. “Didn’t want to talk to me out there with everyone else, doll?” 

Finally seeing him for the first time in years, you dropped your proper facade and threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him. “Didn’t want to share is all,” you breathed, squeezing him tight. He held onto you with equal ardor, before you finally pulled back to get a good look at him. 

You’d only known from his letter that he’d make an appearance at the party, you hadn’t heard his voice or seen him in the flesh for far too long. He still looked like the sweet boy you always adored, but something about him seemed different. His aura didn’t feel as light as you once remembered it to be, but perhaps you were imagining things. Given all that he’d been through you could understand if some things changed. 

But then he spoke and you remembered that he was still your Bucky.

“I missed you so much,” he cupped the sides of your face and smiled broadly. “You’ve gotten even more beautiful, doll. Didn’t know that was possible.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his kind words. Shaking your head you smiled shyly before taking him in some more. He looked so handsome in his dress uniform, a touch more mature and muscular too — but still your Bucky. “How have you been?” you beamed.

“I’m alright, happy I get to see you,” he trailed his fingers down your arms before finally holding your hands in his. 

“Can you stay long?” 

Bucky shook his head. “No, I have to get back and get ready to ship out bright and early tomorrow.” 

“Oh,” you breathed, disappointment running across your features before you remembered to put on a brave face. If time was that limited then you’d make sure every moment was a positive one. 

He brought up a hand and traced his thumb over your cheekbone softly, dark blue eyes admiring you. “Glad I got to see you and say goodbye,” he gave you a small smile before stepping back and putting his hands behind his back, subtly distancing himself from you. He couldn’t get too close, he knew about the arrangement you had with Gilmore. 

You furrowed your brows at his stiffness, things weren’t like this before. “We’ve barely even caught up, what’s the rush? Who knows how long it’ll be this time.” Or if he’d even return. 

“I can’t, doll.” Bucky knew he shouldn’t be alone with you, yet he also knew for certain that he couldn’t go on knowing that soon you’d belong to someone else. 

“C’mon Sarge, you’ve gotta give me something to remember you by,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. “I can think of one thing that I could give you before some USO girl gets her hands on you,” you grabbed his hand and led him down a quiet hallway. Mrs. Hodge had given you the grand tour, and you knew your way around already. Her attention to detail with decorations throughout the home was commendable, just as her hospitality. 

“What is it?” he smirked, disregarding the quip. The USO girl’s always paled in comparison to you. There wouldn't be another, there would only be you. 

You tilted your head up at the mistletoe tied with a red bow hanging above the door you’d tugged him towards before meeting his gaze. 

Bucky peeked up before shaking his head at you with a mischievous smile. You weren’t making this easy, so he finally committed to his decision. He’d been tinkering with holding back, but there you were under the soft light, looking so gorgeous in your white chiffon dress. If he could only have this one night with you, he was going to take advantage of it. Stepping towards you, his hand loosely cupped the side of your face, before he leaned in close. “I can think of something more memorable than this, doll. But it’ll do for now,” he breathed against your lips. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest when his warm lips met yours. Certain and deliberate, making you gasp at his confidence. The grip on your face tightened before his lips parted, and suddenly his tongue was sliding along yours, expertly exploring your mouth. No man had ever kissed you like that. No fumbling or hesitancy, only desire in his actions. 

A soft moan slipped past your lips, breaking you out of the impassioned trance you’d fallen under with Bucky, reminding you that you were at a lively Christmas party. If someone had stumbled over and seen that little display of public affection they would inevitably gossip about you; leading to major consequences if your parents or worse, if the Hodge’s heard about it. 

“I have to go,” you whispered, stepping towards him to get away. 

“Why?” his hands found your waist, keeping you trussed up against the door. 

Your fingertips rose to touch your lips, still tingling because of him. “Bucky, they can’t see us like that. It– it was a bad idea.” You’d never been kissed with such passion and it made you feel things. Things you knew you shouldn’t for a man you weren't promised to — even if he was the only man you ever wanted a future with. 

“No, it wasn’t.” 

“Bucky.”

“What happened to ‘Sarge’?” He raised an eyebrow, his hands slowly wrapping around your body. “Thought you might give me an order or two, using my rank and all,” he grinned. 

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “You know we shouldn’t, you know I’m–“

“I know about the arrangement, doll. I know that soon you’ll be married. But I also know that I’m leaving tomorrow and I might not make it back,” he looked at you solemnly.

“Oh, Bucky,” you frowned. “I know. I wish I knew what to say. Is there any way I can make this last night a good one for you?” you asked with hopeful eyes. 

His eyes darkened, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I can think of a few ways.”

“Like what?” you tilted your head.

“We can start with you giving me an order,” he quirked an eyebrow. 

Taking a quick peek around to make sure you were alone, you placed your arms around his neck once you ensured the coast was clear. “Are you good at taking orders, Sarge?” you asked sweetly. Maybe you could get him to give you a couple more of those kisses that made you tingle. 

“Wanna find out?” he nodded towards the door. 

“You wanna go in there?” your eyes darted around. You’d never been in this kind of situation, unsupervised no less. It was unlikely anyone would notice you were missing for long, but the uncertainty of what might happen if you were alone with him made you nervous. 

He shrugged with a lopsided grin, it’d have to do for now. You deserved far better than a rushed hookup, and one day he’d give it to you. But on this special night in your company, he had to improvise. 

Biting your lip, you nodded your head before turning around as he opened the door into the small room. 

“This can be our little secret,” he suggested as he followed in after you. 

Secrets were good, no one had to know, this would be okay. 

Butterflies were in your stomach, your heartbeat erratically thumping in your chest, but then his familiar blue eyes were on you, and your apprehension slowly melted away. You trusted him with your life, you always could, and if tonight was the last night you had with him, then it ought to be an unforgettable one. 

“I’d like that,” you hesitantly tugged at his lapel, bringing his lips back to yours. His hands drifted down your body, tightening the hold as they finally settled on your hips. The chatter down the hall, the music drifting through the house, it all faded away. Tongues tangled, bodies pressing up against one another. Nothing but the present moment filled your senses; a moment years in the making. It was always supposed to be Bucky, at least for the first time. 

Bucky sure knew how to kiss a girl speechless. When his hands drifted around and a little lower, you were too caught up to protest, not that you really would anyways. Swiftly he tugged you even closer, hands possessively on your ass, his hardened length pressed against your torso. 

The sudden shock of it all made you gasp against his lips. This was wrong, and deep down you knew that. But you’d never been embraced like this, never felt wanted in this way, and surely letting him have his way with you would give you both something to remember once he was gone. This was all you’d ever have with Bucky, may as well make the most of it. 

When his lips trailed down your throat, when his hands deftly unzipped your dress and when he undid your bra, you couldn’t utter a protest. As your dress pooled at your feet you felt embarrassed for a moment, wanting to cover up; that was until you saw the way Bucky looked at you. Longing paired with a pleased grin on his lips. 

You wanted to make him feel good, if only once.

“You sure are gorgeous, doll,” he groaned, tracing his lips down your neck, dipping his tongue over your breast. “Sure wanna make you mine,” he whispered before latching onto your nipple. 

“Please,” you whined, pleasure rushing to your core in an unfamiliar way simply by his touch. You weren’t really sure what you wanted, you only knew that you needed him to give it to you. Threading a hand through his hair, you held him close as he lavished your breasts with his warm lips. 

With his eyes steadily fixated on yours he stood to his full height, unbuttoned his jacket and slowly sank to his knees. 

“Do you mean it?” He gently kissed up your thighs.

You didn’t know what he was asking, but in that moment there was only one answer to any question. “Yes,” you whispered. 

Bucky leaned toward your clothed core, hands wrapping around your thighs. “Say you want me to make you mine, doll.”

The smallest touch sent shivers down your spine, the way his large hands felt against your skin, the way his warm breath felt through your thin panties. You were his to do as he pleased. 

“Make me yours, Buck–” you gasped as he tore through the fine material of your underwear. Heat immediately rushing to your cheeks. His tongue slipping between your wet folds. He thought he wanted one night without having to give or take any serious orders. Although this was one he was happy to oblige. He’d gladly make you his, entirely his. 

“Oh, god,” you cried, arching against his mouth. Him and his soft, warm tongue were going to be the end of you. 

His tongue gently stroked up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, before two fingers suddenly slid inside your tight hole. This was so foreign, and so wrong, yet you couldn’t find the words to make him stop; because they didn’t exist in your mind, and you didn’t want him to. 

He fucked you with his fingers, building slow to start then alternating with his tongue. Your mind was in a haze, you couldn’t fathom how Bucky knew how to do this. But there he was, looking up at you, continuing his sweet torture with a possessed look in his eyes. 

He wanted to watch you fall apart, he needed to be the first to see that. Your innocence was something he desperately wanted to sully and he’d thought about it more often than he’d care to admit. Getting the chance to ruin you. Some nights it was the only thing that gave him the determination to make it back home. 

Your mouth fell open when he picked up his pace, moving more roughly, and you couldn’t stifle the cry that slipped past your lips. 

“Might wanna keep it down, wouldn’t want word to get back to your boyfriend now do ya, doll?” he groaned against your pussy, returning to his task, lips latching onto your aching bud while his fingers pumped into you.  

“He’s not my boyf–” you sharply inhaled as he harshly sucked your clit. Throwing your head back, you moaned as you felt your pulse throb through your body. Heat washed over you as Bucky worked you through your orgasm. The sight of you falling apart above him was an image he would never forget. He’d caused that, and he needed to see it again. 

Before you could make a sound again he was up and his mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans as he slowly finished you off with his fingers. 

“You sure are a beautiful thing,” he rasped, grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you ardently. Through hazy eyes you watched as he finally pulled his soaked fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Bucky,” you whimpered. “We should– it’s probably time that we head ba–” 

“Can I make love to you, doll?” His mouth cut you off, a tender kiss that let you taste your arousal on his lips. Heady and intoxicating. 

“Please?” he pleaded. “I might never get the chance, and well — you know how I feel about you.” 

Through countless letters and years of memories, you truly knew exactly how he felt about you. 

The least you could do was give your dear friend this final gift. He came back from the violent war once, and the odds of him finding that luck again would be even more slim. He deserved everything you had to offer.

“Okay,” you nodded your head. “Please be gentle.” 

“Is that an order?” he teased, smiling softly. Grabbing your hand he led you to the small bed in the corner of the room. “I’ll take care of you, promise.” Bucky swiftly undressed leaving him in just his dog tags, his eyes glazed with lust as they took in your body. This was real, you were there, you were his. 

Your eyes roamed over his broad chest, his chiseled abs, but then you stuttered a breath when you saw his hard thick cock. Oh god. It wouldn’t fit, there was no way. 

Before you could protest, his hypnotic blue eyes locked with yours, and you were under his spell. Your eyes lingered on each other's as the air became electric. He could do whatever he wanted, you trusted him. 

“Just relax,” he whispered. Laying you down, he softly peppered your neck with kisses as his fingers ran through your folds. You were plenty wet, but he didn’t want to hurt you. Mesmerized by the way you looked up at him so wide-eyed and beautiful, his eyes searched yours as he tried to ease his way into you, but he was met with resistance. 

“Take a deep breath, doll.” Circling his hips he worked on loosening you up, while you focused on your breathing, and then he slowly slipped further into your tight pussy. A groan escaped his lips once he finally bottomed out inside of you. Fucking exquisite. 

The intense pressure in your core was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, the feeling so different you didn’t know how to comprehend it. But there was no time to think, because suddenly Bucky was making love to you with gradual measured pumps. The sensation felt overwhelming yet more addicting with each passing moment. Your mouth fell open, and you opened your legs wider, experimentally trying to match his thrusts with your hips — that made it feel even better. He was so deep, so thick, you felt every inch of him as he moved in and out of you. 

He treated you with reverence, but with each stroke you felt yourself grow needier. Burning desire like a fire slowly building up in your belly. “H-harder,” you breathed, slapping a hand over your mouth before another moan could escape. 

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky mumbled, picking up his pace. That was another order he’d dutifully obey. He grabbed your knee and bent it up, hitting you hard in a spot that had you seeing stars. 

“S’ good, Buck,” you blubbered. No wonder this was a sin, nothing moral or right could ever feel this good. 

Bucky’s breath stuttered as he watched you; lust-blown pupils and messy lipstick, his pretty innocent girl utterly debauched all thanks to him. He captured the moment in his mind, burning it in his memory. Worshiping you, devouring you, ravaging the woman he dreamed so many nights about. He could never forget this. 

Tender lovemaking quickly turned brutal as he rutted into you roughly over and over, his face buried in your neck to quiet his own moans. 

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you let him get lost in pleasure; he was loving it, and you were grateful you could give this to him. Warmth started to rise up your body again, the coil in your belly tightening with each sharp thrust. 

“I wanna know what you feel like when you come around me, doll. I need it,” he groaned, pressing his lips to yours while his fingers swirled your needy bud. And like an order your body spasmed at his command. Bucky quickly placed a hand over your mouth to silence the sound you were on the cusp of letting out. 

Even though you knew this was improper, morality didn’t deter the way you responded to his strong thrusts, shuddering hard as waves of pleasure washed over you. 

“Bucky,” you mumbled, suddenly frantic with fear over what you’d done. He removed his hand and kissed you, silently reassuring you that this was good. He was right for you, just as you undoubtedly were right for him. 

“Shh it’s okay, sugar. I’m here.” He muttered your name as he came, relishing in the way your wet walls rippled around him. Everything he could have ever wanted. In the house of the man you were planning to marry, he felt bliss, love, and euphoria as he poured himself inside of you. 

Collapsing beside you, he calmed his breathing as you did the same. Both of you trying to process what this meant. You hoped this was enough for him, you gave him every bit of yourself, every last piece. Surely it had to be. 

But in his mind this was only the beginning. 

“I’m going to miss you, Bucky,” you laid your head on his chest, finally back down from your high. 

He gently stroked your face with the back of his hand. “Oh don’t worry about that, you’ll be seeing a lot of me.” 

You furrowed your brows and propped yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him. “What do you mean?” 

He placed his hand around the back of your neck. “You’re mine now, I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to tell your father that Gilmore's out, and I’m in.” 

“Bucky, I can’t do that,” you shook your head with a soft smile. “That’s who my parents have chosen for me.” Sadly, it wasn’t up for debate. 

“You’re going to tell them it's me, or I’m going to tell them what we did. All the things you let me do, how much you loved it,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now you wouldn't want that, would you?”

No, he wouldn’t. If anyone knew about this your reputation would be ruined, your family would be destroyed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was not the man you always adored. 

“You lied to me.” The ugly realization that your fate was unwittingly sealed fully dawned on you. 

He didn’t bother trying to deny it. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take good care of you, I promise,” he smiled. “Get dressed, we have a tough conversation to attend to.” 

“Bucky, I–”

“You trust me don’t you?” He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. 

Not anymore. Hesitantly, you nodded your head. There was nothing more you could do.  

He gave you a saccharine smile. “You told me to make you mine, and that’s what I did. Now c’mon we have a beautiful future to begin, and maybe we can fit in a dance before I take you home; well what will be your home for a short while longer,” he chuckled. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wordlessly retrieved and redressed yourself in the wrinkled garments strewn across the room. Disgust overcame you, tarnishing the emotions behind what you thought would be a beautiful memory you’d always cherish. 

Turns out your best friend wasn’t deploying and you belonged to him now. By some miracle, or more accurately some misfortune, he made it back home — and you were the reward for all his hard work. The violence and destruction he witnessed and took part in changed him, more than you could tell at first glance. 

You thought offering him your innocence before redeployment would be a sweet consolation prize. Never did you imagine your new reality, becoming Sergeant Barnes’ most prized possession. 

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[howlingscarlet]

"Only necklace you need, baby." Bucky says metal arm tightening around your neck, "looks so pretty."

If it leaves a little bruising, Bucky smirks at the sign that you're his and everyone knows.

I can’t believe you’re doing this to me

cw: smut, choking, praise kink

He needs to be in control and seeing you so pliant under his touch makes him feral. He’s thrusting into so deep and hard, hitting all the right spots. You’re so close and him squeezing your neck is only pushing you further. When your eyes start to close, overwhelmed by the pleasure, he tuts disapprovingly.

“No doll, let me see those pretty eyes.”

When you don’t listen he squeezes just a little bit harder until you open your eyes. “That’s it. Such a good girl. My best girl. You gonna cum for me?” He asks even though he knows you can’t talk. You give him a pitiful nod and he smiles almost menacingly at you. When you finally shatter around him he lets go of your neck, making you gasp for breath. He’s praising you the whole way through.

“Good girl.”

“So good for me.”

“You look so pretty when you cum.”

When you come down your heads a little fuzzy and Bucky makes sure you’re okay. He’s excellent at aftercare. He’s so gentle with you, running you a bath and making sure you’re fed and hydrated. He keeps the praises going long after to make sure you know how special you really are to him. Your trust in him means everything.

#cw: choking #✉︎ scars got mail ✉︎ #𖤓 sunshine 𖤓 #☆ moots ☆ #bucko thots #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #✎ᝰ howlingscarlet writes

[biteofcherry]

Thot of the day:

Your friend drags you with her to a safe-space lecture event at an exclusive sex shop, because she wants to listen to some real life Doms talk bdsm. 

It was never something you were interested in, but you’re a supportive friend and you’ve decided to be more brave about your sex life anyway. So you settle on a chair in the middle row, flash a smile at your very excited friend and tll yourself that at least you’ll broaden your knowledge on the topic.  

But then Masters Steve and Bucky appear and start their softly spoken lesson, and you experience an epiphany.

You’re not even sure why your heart starts pounding, or why you feel yourself shaking - is it the things they say, is it the deep sound of their voices, or how criminally hot they look?  

All you know is that you need them to never stop whatever dark magic they're weaving. 

#just had some thoughts about it #and of course they notice you among the little crowd #their Dom senses tingling 😂 #stucky x reader #stucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #stucky x you #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #thot of the day