#buckys thighs

[buvkys]

THIGHS THIGH THIGHS

#i want those thighs #straddling my body #whoops #that slipped #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bts

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Buck: *staring unresponsively at a wall*

Crosby: What's wrong with Buck?

Kidd, sighing: Bucky has a new fondness for wearing short shorts off duty and Cleven isn't taking it well.

Buck, quietly to himself: I want him to squeeze my head with his thighs.

Curt: On the otherside, I'm thoroughly enjoying watching Buck's fracturing mental state.

#masters of the air #mota #buck x bucky #clegan #buckbucky #incorrect mota quotes #harry crosby #jack kidd #can you tell im a buck is a thigh guy truther #curt biddick

[lynlee494]

Well damn, stuckygirl, tell me how you really feel.

I deleted the first comment and they took the time to add a second immediately so I guess I'll leave it till they get bored.

I don't get it, why is it so hard to just keep scrolling or stick to the Stucky pairings. The filter has "Exclude" for a reason. I like to pair Bucky with several different people in what I read and what I write.

Bucky/Venom is something you need to know about if you don't, just saying...

Well if anyone needs me I'm gonna go throw some shield into the mix and find some WinterIronShield / Stuckony to read while I kinda cry a little.

Wonder what it is called if Clint piles in...research may be needed...

#Stucky #Stuckony #Winteriron #Wintershield #Winterhawk #Winter goes with everything #Cause have you seen that murder strut? #Who the fuck says no to those thighs? #Tony Stark sure the hell isn't #Forgot to add #Bucky/Venom #Seriously go look it up

[ladyyystark]

I love when Bucky is a man of ass/thighs. Peter's ass is just gorgeous, don't blame him...

But I need to see more of Peter being obsessed with Bucky's ass, like...

Peter passes by and spanks Bucky on the ass while the man is making breakfast.

Hickeys on thighs from when Peter gives Bucky a blowjob.

Peter being his clinging self on the street and sliding his hand into the back pocket of Bucky's pants.

Bucky balls deep in Peter and suddenly Peter just grabs, kneads, pinches and slaps Bucky's buns.

Tight hugs where the first thing Peter caresses is Bucky's 🍑

A little squeeze here and there out of nowhere just because he fucking can.

A beautiful concept and unfortunately not very explored.

Feel free to develop this list.

#winterspider #Bucky's 🍑 deserves recognition #Make Peter a man of ass/thighs as well #he deserves it #bucky barnes x peter parker

[urdepressedslut]

i think it’s fucked up that we didn’t get one shirtless scene with beefy!bucky in captain america: civil war 😭

#beefy bucky barnes #beefy bucky is back #i’ll stay mad about it idc #literally choke me with your thighs #lemme ride your thighs even better #literally ruin me #still mad #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #captain america civil war

[johnslittlespoon]

what's up pookie it's just me, PLEASE REMEMBER FOLKS I HAVE MY MOTA ACCOUNT THIS ONE IS JUST MY MAIN. But heyyy people, it's your second favourite whore who's present on this channel <3

Anyways, about that wrestling fic. I'm very sorry but just the image of them tackling one another into the dirt like they do in that scene, and maybe people are around them, or it's when they're just on base somewhere. Either way, some form of tension has gotten to them and they're both a little riled up, John more than anything. Gale tries to push off his attempts, but John's persistent, managing to get them down onto the ground with him. But Gale thinks fast, able to get himself on top, his thighs straddling John's hips, trying to use his grip to hold John's arms down but they keep shoving up against him, bucking their hips to try and knock him off. It's pretty consistent for a couple of moments, until one move stirs a feeling in Gale's pants and he freezes for a second, immediately being like "John," warning them to stop moving, but they don't.

In fact, John starts getting a little more frantic with his moves, dragging his legs up to wrap around Gale, pulling them flat against him to try and restrict movement but it just keeps driving friction elsewhere. Gale's trying hard not to let it get to him, but he knows if he doesn't get away in the next couple of seconds that he won't be able to control himself. He starts to plead, "Bucky stop, get off me you animal, let go" and John barks out a laugh, he's loving every second of this, is getting more competitive, "Can't take it Buck? Huh? Thought you didn't like me going easy on you"

Then John rolls them over, presses his palms down to Gale's arms, feels them wriggling and squirming under him, locks his knee between their thighs, and each time he presses them down, his leg rubs up against them, and suddenly a flush starts to grow, and Gale looks dizzy, and John's hand comes to their throat, getting a little too into it. "C'mon Gale, just admit it, I'm stronger" and he doesn't even realise, too wound up in his game to see that Gale's hips are starting to twitch, and when he finally gets a hand free he brings it to John's wrists, nails dragging to pull them off. John's not even pressing that hard, he just thinks they're messing, doesn't realise until Gale suddenly gasps under him, until those nails drag down his arm and it's just fingertips pressing to his skin, until the blond's eyes roll and his back arches off the ground.

He immediately relents, letting go, eyes wide, staring down at Gale in shock, his breath caught in his throat as Gale finally turns his head, brows knitted together, flush to his cheeks, pupils blown wide. "I fucking told you to lay off-" He tries to sound pissed but the anger isn't there, just something else.

John feels himself get hard.

DOG I'M SORRY I'M A WHORE FOR ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION PLEASE FORGIVE ME DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT THIS, YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN POST- ((GUNSHOTS))

I HATE YOU SO MUCH CAN YOU JUST WRITE THIS YOURSELF GOD FUCKING DAMN. I FEEL CONCUSSED GENUINELY HELLO

I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO ADD MY MOUTH IS DRY

you writing john pov of a wrestling scene and me writing gale pov of a wrestling scene companion fics but different scenarios when??

(this is from @curtsbigspoon btw go follow bc she is a god among brainrotters <3)

#there's currently a knife stabbed three inches deep into my thigh #and it still is making me feel less than what reading this made me feel #i'm gonna twist it #i'm gonna twist smth else too #sry not enough oxygen going to my brain rn idk what i'm saying #i'm so normal about this #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon spicy

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Steve as the tutor and Bucky as the prince 😵‍💫

https://www.tumblr.com/makemonymoo/746006565355667456

[Link] to a text post from @/transpidered reading, "royalty kink where he's a soft spoiled prince and im his battle tutor who has to be a little too rough during combat lessons to teach him 😵‍💫" the reblog from OP has more details 😮‍💨

I AM SO HERE FOR THIS, YES.

Can you fucking imagine?

Bucky would be so sweet and spoiled and soft--those big eyes, that pouting mouth, and whole his body. He's never had to work a day in his life. All he's ever done is wander around the palace grounds and dismissively wave his hands for his servants to do everything for him, so he's slim, but he isn't lean. Instead, Bucky's svelte with baby fat--thick thighs, a cute, round backside, and a waist with little rolls when he sits (he's always sitting on his ass). He doesn't have calluses; he's never been told no; he doesn't know what it's like to be bad at something--the concept of having to work for something, ugh, could anything be more unfamiliar?

So, when Bucky is introduced to his new tutor who doesn't obey his every word, who tells him no often, who pushes and pushes him...

Bucky is in trouble.

The first time he practices with Steve, Bucky ends up ripping off his helmet mid-way through, his hair a wild mess, frizzy and all over his face, some strands stuck in his mouth, leaving him wiping the back of his hand across his lower face. Then, he throws his heavy practice sword to the side, tossing his helmet, too, while he's at it. Bucky wants to pout, lips trembling--he's sweaty and gross, and his muscles hurt, and Steve keeps correcting him--but he snears at Steve instead, tears in his eyes.

Steve isn't going easy on him, sparing him no pity. It's not fair.

Steve pays those big, watery blue eyes no mind, rather, after he's done huffing and puffing, he asks if he's done with his tantrum and is ready to begin again. Bucky steps forward to come at him, but all Steve does is raise his sword, pointing it directly at his chest with a silent, raised eyebrow.

There's maybe an inch between Bucky's heaving chest and the tip of Steve's sword.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, your highness."

Oh.

Bucky is in trouble because for the first time in his life, his actions have consequences and... he likes it.

Thanks for these thoughts, Jesus Christ.

#now I'm thinking about soft soft spoiled prince bucky being fucked with his thick ass and thighs jiggling #he's blushing and sweating and panting hard from the exertion while steve remains untouched #steve looks like one of the statues his father the king has throughout the palace #a living breathing statue #rippling muscles #untouched by all the sparing they've been doing #untouched by the harsh way he's fucking him #untouched even by the pleasure or the denial he gives to bucky as if he doesn't care one way or another #his teaching is so personal and so distant and it leaves bucky's head spinning #asks #sail-not-drift #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #au

[rubynationwins]

Sleeping With A Friend (18+)

Soft!Dark!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

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Warnings: Soft!Dark!Bucky, smut, non-con via somnophilia, intercrural sex(thigh sex), oral/fingering-f receiving, nude pics taken w/o consent, drunk & horny bucky, Bucky POV so a whole lot of dirty thoughts, pining, wet dreams, basically pwp, fluff, angst, poor self-esteem/body image issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 3,515

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I’m still calling it a “celebration” fic for Seb’s 40th b-day (ha!) I feel like it’s been forever since I wrote for one of his characters so this was the perfect motivation to finally finish this one up. Hopefully y’all are into this absolute filth I’ve written😘 Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Bucky stumbled through the front door of your flat, trying (and failing) to keep quiet in his semi-drunken state. He knew you’d be asleep at this hour and didn’t want to wake you. His night out hadn’t gone quite as planned, but if he couldn’t go home with someone from the bar, the next best thing was crashing at your place and hanging out in the morning. It also helped that he had a spare key, and that you lived 10 minutes away from the bar he’d been at, which may or may not have been planned in advance.

His original plan had been to crash on your couch, but when he laid down on it and barely fit, he knew he’d have to find a different option. He’d forgotten that your “couch” was more of a loveseat. A good portion of his legs hung off the armrest and only half of his body could fit on the cushions. Suffice to say, not an optimal choice for getting a good night’s rest.

It made sense you didn’t have a giant couch, though. You lived alone and whenever Bucky came over he just curled up next to you, normally with your legs slung over his nap. He wasn’t big on personal boundaries anyways. It’s a good thing you’d gotten used to that part of him. Because, in his opinion, when in his presence you should always be within arms reach and preferably already within his arms. He had never found someone so perfect for cuddling. You were just so soft, plus your scent made him dizzy. He really was lucky to have you as his best friend, and especially to have you as his cuddle buddy.

With the thought of your hugs in mind, Bucky rolled off the sorry excuse for a couch and tiptoed to your room. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d bunked with you, so it was fine, right? Bucky cracked open the door, and peered inside. He could just make out your covered, slumbering form in the middle of your queen-sized bed that was pressed into the far corner of the room.

He pulled off his jacket as he walked towards the bed, leaving himself in just his short-sleeved shirt and black joggers. They’d have to do for the night since he didn’t think you would appreciate waking up to his naked ass curled up next to you in the morning. He wished he’d left some pjs at your place, though, since your room was unusually hot. There must have been something wrong with your AC, because he knew you hated sleeping in the heat.

When he got to the side of your bed, he grabbed the thin sheet covering you and pulled it back. He stopped dead in his tracks.

You were curled up on your side, one leg lifted over the other, your arms wrapped around the wolf plushie he had bought you for your birthday this year.

That was not what gave him pause though. What made him still his movements and all the blood in his body drain to his crotch was what you were wearing.

More like what you weren’t wearing.

Only a thin crop top covered your torso. It stopped just above your navel. The only other thing on your body was a pair of pink panties that rode up your backside, covering a strip of your belly too. They weren’t fancy, looked like the simple cotton kind that was worn for comfort, not seduction. It didn’t matter what mainstream purpose they served, Bucky had never been more aroused by the sight of underwear in his life.

He gulped and his hand instinctively moved to his cock, palming it over his pants. A low groan emitted from his lips. You shifted at the sound and turned over on your back, exposing more of your front. Bucky felt close to bursting. Your shirt had ridden up and he could just make out the underside of your breasts. He gripped his cock tighter, this time holding in his groan.

Normally, around him, you wore comfy clothes: sweatpants, oversized shirts, leggings-he loved the leggings-but you never showed much skin. Sometimes you would wear shorts, but those stopped at your mid-thigh, denying Bucky any glimpse of the treasure that lay above. This sudden exposure of your soft skin unencumbered by fabric was too much for Bucky’s brain. His eyes couldn’t take in all your enchanting curves, gentle rolls, and adorable dimples fast enough.

The synopses in his brain were short-circuiting. He was running on pure adrenaline and primal instinct, so he couldn’t have possibly stopped his hand from plunging beneath his underwear. He gripped his throbbing cock and started hastily pumping his throbbing length, his steady breaths morphing into uncontrollable pants. The pressure of his tight fist felt so good but he soon needed more. How could he be satisfied by just looking at you when the temptation of your voluptuous body was right within reach?

He pulled down his pants with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his dick before he tentatively brought up a knee to rest on the bed. When you didn’t react to the weight shift, he brought up his other one. He was now kneeling just a foot away from you, still hesitating to cross that last line between you two.

When you shifted in your sleep again and opened up your legs to reveal your clothed core, he threw all caution to the wind. Fuck it. You were a heavy sleeper. 

He placed his metal hand on your knee to test the waters and see if you reacted at all to the slight touch. You didn’t move. He slid it down to your hip and gave a gentle squeeze followed by a little shake. You dozed on. Sucking in a deep breath, he brushed his fingertips over the thin fabric covering your center. When you still didn’t react, he rubbed them over your folds, cock pulsing with want when he felt the warmth radiating from beneath your underwear. He brought his fingers back up and breathed in. Your intoxicating scent rolled over him like waves.

He had to taste you.

He hooked a finger on the side of your panties and pulled it over to reveal your naked pussy. Bucky could have passed out. You were perfect.

He leaned forward and slid his tongue between your folds, lapping at your damp core. When he flicked his tongue over your clit you let out a soft moan he stilled, his heart beating a mile a minute. He waited with bated breath, but the only thing that happened was a sudden increase in your arousal. Your juices coated his tongue and he lapped them up, savoring every last drop.

So your body was reacting to what he was doing… Bucky smiled at that revelation and focused his tongue on your clit again. He rolled the sweet bud, playing with it tenderly. His teeth grazed it and your thighs suddenly clenched around his head, caging him in. You were still asleep though. The pressure on the sides of his head didn’t bother him at all—he was a super soldier for god’s sake.

He continued lathering your bundle of nerves with attention as he slid his hand between your thighs and stroked over your dripping entrance. Slowly, he dipped his middle finger in, moaning into your cunt when he felt your pussy clench around the intruding digit. He imagined the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around his cock and he felt pre-cum leaking from the straining member. All of his focus stayed on you, though. He was fixated on your pleasure, needing you to come on his face and fingers.

He added another finger, but made sure to keep his movements languid, not wanting to jar you awake with a harsh, roaring orgasm. Instead, he rolled and sucked your clit gently, keeping the rhythm of his fingers slow as they curled up. A soft moan left your lips and he knew he’d hit the spot that would do you in.

He ground his fingers against your g-spot, and when he felt your walls clench around him, he sucked just a little harder on your throbbing clit. Your thighs trembled around his head and you gave a breathy gasp as a gush of your arousal spilled onto his fingers. He pulled them out and moved his mouth to drink up the heavenly liquid. After that, he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking your sweetness off of them one by one.

Bucky glowed in the ecstasy of what he’d just accomplished. He had drawn a slow, deep orgasm from his best friend without you waking a wink. It was actually pretty impressive that you were such a heavy sleeper.

Your murmured sounds of pleasure as you floated down from your high made his dick throb with need. If you had slept through that, maybe Bucky could push the boundaries even further.

He pressed your thighs apart, gazing at the way your cunt beckoned him for more; to take as much pleasure as he had just given you. He furrowed his brow in thought. As much as he wanted to bury his pulsing cock deep in your tight heat, he knew if you woke up with an aching pussy you would know what happened. Because he knew you’d feel it in the morning if he stretched your little hole around his thick cock. Bucky didn’t want that. He needed to move slowly with you, tonight was just a little blip that arose from an opportunity he couldn’t have possibly denied.

Still, jerking off while looking at you wasn’t good enough. He squeezed your thighs as he contemplated his options and his heart skipped a beat as he came up with a perfect compromise. His eyes flew to the plush appendages. He pushed them together and dipped his hand between the apex of your thighs. He sucked in a breath when he felt just how warm and soft it was. This had to be the next best thing behind actually fucking you.

He reached down to your pussy and scooped up some of your fluids and rubbed them on your inner thighs to get them nice and wet. The pre-cum leaking out of his dick would help too. Still on his knees, he scooted closer, his metal arm wrapped around your legs holding them over his shoulder.

He looked down at your wanting body. The afterglow of your orgasm shone across your entire being. Your shirt had ridden up even more and your breasts were now on full display. He leaned forward and blew on one of your nipples, grinning when it stiffened. He plucked it gently with his fingers before returning to the main event.

With your thighs held together, he slid his cock right in between them, directly over your mound; he was barely able to hold back an animalistic growl at the vivid sensation. He pushed his dick further, and watched as it was engulfed by your velvety thighs. When his pelvis finally rested flush against them, and the tip of his dick stuck out the other side, he let out the breath he had been holding in.

He slid his hips back and started to slowly, but steadily, fuck your thighs.

The thighs he had spent countless hours fantasizing about. The thighs he would get secret pleasure from touching whenever he could. The thighs that were now swallowing his dick so perfectly it was a miracle he hadn’t cum yet. As he methodically thrusted, heady with the incredible feeling, he reached his hand out and plucked at your nipple. He couldn’t resist. You let out another faint moan and he rolled the little nub with his thumb before pinching it lightly.

“Bucky-”

He stilled when the sound of his mumbled name came from your lips. You had woken up. He’d been found him out. What was he going to do? You were going to kick him out and he’d never see you again.

After a few seconds of waiting for your to wrench away from him in disgust, he finally peered down at your tender face. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing hadn’t changed. Maybe he had misheard you.

“Bucky-fuck yes, please. Bucky-”

Your back arched slightly, pushing your breast further into his palm. You purred in your sleep, and he felt your thighs rub together-which felt like heaven. Your head flipped to the side and you let out more moans, your volume gradually increasing. His very name was uttered every few words. You slightly bucked your hips and your arms tussled in the covers. 

Oh god. You were having a wet dream. About him. Bucky could have jumped for joy. He would, if his dick wasn’t shoved between your thighs and he wasn’t as hard as he’d ever been in his entire life. Instead, he let out little pleasure-filled murmurs of his own, whispering your name like a prayer that was finally being answered. He splayed his hand out on your chest feeling the rapid beat of your heart. When he felt the rumble in your chest as you, in your sleep, begged for him to fuck you, he went feral.

It was a sign, if he was in your dreams and your body was this turned on, it wouldn’t be long until you were actually his. Just the thought of you awake, staring up at him with lust filled eyes as you opened your legs, ready for him to slide into your dripping cunt, set him on fire. His hand left your tits and he wrapped both arms around your thick thighs as he pistoned his cock back and forth. With every quick stroke, it brushed over your needy clit, making you buck your hips slightly.

Bucky could tell you were right up there with his own mounting orgasm. He angled his hips down slightly to give you more pressure and he must have hit something just right because your whole body spasmed and you let out a curdled groan, practically shouting his name.

“Buckyyy!”

Your cry pushed him over the edge and he came too, coating your stomach in his seed. All he could do as his cum spurted out of his aching dick was chant endless words of praise for how good you felt, how he couldn’t wait to one day fill your pussy with his cum too. He wanted to dominate every part of you, claim what had been his. When he had spent every last drop, he pulled away and gently set your legs down. He slid a finger through the mess he’d made on your belly and a shudder ran down his back. He’d finally done it. Bucky had marked you with his seed.

Panting, he jumped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to grab something to wipe up his cum. He came back, but paused before he cleaned you up. He bent down and swiped up his phone from his jacket pocket.

He flipped to his camera app. The open window and clear sky cast just enough light for him to capture your mostly naked state without using the flash. You were a picture of pure beauty, skin glistening with sweat and covered in his cum. He reached forward and pulled your shirt up further, getting a snapshot of your incredible tits, your nipples were still stiff peaks.

He felt his dick stirring again, but took in a deep breath to calm himself. The next time he came with you in the room, it was going to be inside of you while you screamed his name and clawed at his back. These photos were just a memento to mark such a special occasion. And to help him wade through the tide as he waited for you to open your legs willingly, or at least knowingly, to him.

With his new treasures saved to his camera roll, he tossed his phone back on the pile of clothes. He cleaned his cum from your stomach, making sure he got all of the sticky fluid. He walked back to the bathroom and tossed the now sodden rag in the trash under the sink, hidden from sight. Tomorrow, he’d be a dear and take the garbage to the dumpster for you.

He walked back into your room and pulled on his pants before hopping back into bed beside you. He fixed your shirt and underwear so that they were back in place. He ran his hands over the wet spot blooming on your panties, but there was nothing he could do about that. Oh well. He pulled you into his chest and quickly dosed off into the best sleep of his life, dreaming of delectable curves and the sound of his name on your lips.

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You were having the best dream. Cool, metal fingers were moving between your thighs as heated lips melted into yours, taking your breath away. The sensations felt so good. So right. You were about to whisper the words you’d been wanting to say for years, but a beeping pinged through the lusty fog. Just like that, the lips and hand were gone, though a warm presence still lingered.

You kept your eyes screwed shut, heeding the images to return, but they were gone. You were not happy that your, now silent, alarm had chosen that exact moment to wake you up. Though that wasn’t the only dream you’d had with a certain dark haired super soldier that night. It had been filled with your beautiful best friend; the two of you intertwined in lecherous passion.

Finally, you squinted your eyes open and soon realized that the heated presence from your vanished dream wasn’t just imagined. You blinked, surprised to find Bucky sleeping right next to you. You would have wondered why he was in your bed when he definitely hadn’t been there when you’d gone to sleep, but you were too distracted by his slumbering face.

His long, black eyelashes dusted cast faint shadows across his slightly pinkened cheeks, and a dark strand of hair had fallen out of place. You brushed it back behind his ear and smiled at how soft he looked like this. The fact that he could relax and be so open and vulnerable around you made your heart swell. You felt the same way around him; safe and secure. You trusted him with your whole being, he truly was your best friend.

A part of you saddened at that last thought. Deep down, you yearned to be so much more, but you were too scared to make a move. You knew Bucky loved you, but you didn’t know if he could love all of you. If he could want all of you. It was hard to look at his sculpted body and chiseled features, and believe that a person so attractive could possibly be interested in you.

You sighed, trying to shake the unnecessary thoughts from your head as you sat up, gently lifting his arm from where it rested across your waist. As you shifted, you felt a dampness between your thighs, and the realization that you had been dreaming about him all night shot through you like a flame. Oh god, what if you’d said anything in your sleep? What if he’d heard you? You didn’t know how long he’d been there. 

Another realization sprung in your head and you looked down. You actually gave an audible gasp. You were practically naked from the waist down. He had seen you wearing your ugly granny panties and your old t-shirt from college that you’d cropped a just little too short.

The fact that he had seen you in such a state brought tears to your eyes. There was no way he was going to be even slightly interested in you romantically now that he knew what you looked like underneath all the modest clothes you normally sported around him.

You leaped out of bed, not caring if you disturbed him, and scuttled to the bathroom; grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt from your closet on your way. You didn’t care that your AC was broken.

You rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, springing into the shower. Thoughts spun through your head, but you just kept telling yourself that it had been too dark for him to see anything. That he had been too tired when he got there to take notice of all your imperfections on display. That you really didn’t need to worry. When it felt like you could breathe again, you stepped out of the shower. You grabbed a towel, but caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you dried off. You frowned and quickly looked away from the glaring image.

Bucky was way too good for you.

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In your room, Bucky was sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to finish your shower. He was smiling from ear to ear as he swiped through the photos he’d taken last night.

God, you were perfect for him.

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[sparklefics]

SLUT!

Avenger!Bucky & F!Agent!Reader Established/ early in the relationship

A/N: this was totally inspired by a Sebastian Stan gif that made me think of our boy Bucky. This was meant for Valentines but I've been super busy with work so...I post when I can.

I'll be dusting off my drafts and posting whatever I find...So enjoy :)

Warning: Language! Other than that some implied sexy time. Not explicit.

WC: 684

[Masterlist]

After a couple of dates with Bucky you’re still learning so much about him while discovering some things about yourself. It’s not the same reading intel from a dossier than getting it right from the source. 

You’ve learned so much. For example, Bucky likes to eat a lot so he hides his snacks all over the compound, just like he hides weapons. Bucky also feels more comfortable wearing long sleeves, the more clothes the better– you thought that had to do with the cold, but really it comes from being on the run so much. It’s easier to wear more layers of clothes than it is to carry them around, plus it comes in handy for a quick change. 

He’s also a bit of a nerd, the man loves to read. 

And read he loves, especially your body language. He’s quite masterful at it. He can tell just by the way you stand which mood you’re in. 

That’s how he knows he’s annoying you right now. That and the muttered “slut!’ under your breath.

Bucky is sitting on the couch literally not doing anything in particular, just sitting there with his hands folded on his lap, legs spread wide. He’s waiting for you to finish typing a mission report so you can grab dinner with him. So when he hears your muttered voice he looks up to find your eyes trained on him over the lid of the laptop you’re typing on. 

“What’s that?” He asks.

“Nothing.” You roll your eyes at him and resume typing, pressing the keys way too hard.

Bucky gets up from the couch and pulls up a chair and settles next to you. He stares at your profile, you try- you really do- to ignore him. But he’s relentless. Out of the corner of your eyes you catch him giving you the puppy eyes. Your ultimate weakness. You resist for all two seconds, then feel his chin propped on your shoulder. You keep typing…until he presses his lips to your cheek. His stubble makes you giggle. 

“James…” you turn to face him, puppy eyes greet you along with a pouty lip.

Be strong! Don’t kiss him.

“Why did you call me a slut?”

You take a deep breath and shut your laptop, “Because you’re sitting there looking all super hot with my favorite sweater of yours on, waiting for me like the perfect boyfriend, and your hands!”

“These old things?” he looks down at his hands.

“Yeah! Hands. Your hands are hot.” You grab his hands to make your point. “I mean they’re so big, like the rest of you. Not that I don’t like that– I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. You’re just big, but just right for me. I like that you’re big, tall, large. Now I’ve said ‘big’ too many times.” 

Thankfully you didn't go into much detail on his widely spread legs. Those thighs send you on a doozy. 

Bucky pecks your lips softly, pulling away with your breath. “You call me big one more time, we’re not gonna make it to dinner.” 

“You giant piece of big big big big biggy biggest super soldier beefcake!”

“That’s it!” Bucky gets up and pulls you into his arms. He picks you up like he picks up his cat and carries you over his shoulder, giving you the perfect opportunity to grab a handful of his butt. When he gets you to his room and drops you on the bed he jokingly says, “I see you only want me for my body.”

You pull him down so he lays on top of you. “No, that’s an added bonus.” you grab him by the back of his neck and guide his lips to yours for a heated kiss. 

When Bucky pulls away to catch his breath he smirks down at you, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“It sounds so juvenile. Right? Partner, is that better?”

“Baby, you can call me whatever you want, I’m yours.” 

“Then come here, big boy.” You smile at him and pull him in for another kiss. “Slut.” 

“Just for you, baby.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes thighs #thighs

[becca-e-barnes]

Pornstar bucky absolutely pounding into innocent naive reader and he asks if he should just cum inside her little cunt and give her a baby and she babbles and cries about how they have to get married first and he loses his mind at the thought of her being his perfect little wife 👁👁

Jeeeesus Christ, is this too much to ask for? 🥵

I love the thought of squirming underneath him, almost trying to writhe away because he makes you feel so damn good and he just won't stop. You'd be so beautifully overstimulated and I've always been obsessed with the thought of ps!bucky having a frenum piercing so do with that what you will. I've said it before but I imagine him like Owen Grey and I refuse to think of anything else.

"Silly little thing, just can't stop cumming, can you?" He teases, a cruel smirk on his lips watching the way you try to halfheartedly shuffle away from his thumb rubbing your clit. You can't cum again, God, you can't. But you're going to.

"B-baby please, it's too much." You whine, gripping the sheets as tight as you can, focusing on his face. If you don't find a point to concentrate on, your eyes are going to roll back and you know you'll lose yourself to another orgasm all too quickly.

"See, if it was really too much, you'd have called your safe word. The fact you haven't means that pretty little drooling cunt between your legs is more desperate to be filled up than you realise." His voice is low, the rhythm of his thrusts getting sloppy. Your body has been trying to coax his release from him for far too long and he's just about ready to give in.

"W-what? No, you can't! We're not married yet, I can't get pregnant!" Your head is only really half in that protest because he makes it sound far too appealing.

"Not married yet? Fuck, how about we fix that? Shit, just imagine. Pretty little Mrs Barnes with her husband's baby in her tummy. You'd look so perfect like that. M-make the best little wife for me." He grunts, totally lost in the image of you that's bouncing around in his head.

He's so lost that he can't even stop himself. There's no pulling out in time and once he's started he might as well finish. His cock throbs inside you, shooting streams of hot cum so deep inside you, you're sure they're painting your cervix. There's nothing either of you can do. Nothing but lie there, sweaty and fucked out, panting hot breaths against the other's skin.

"Fuck." Bucky groans as he pulls out, offering you a bright smile. "Well, I've heard we'd have a better chance of getting pregnant if you get off after I've cum inside you so you're gonna have to manage one more for me, sweetheart."

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #ps!bucky #I drank 3 litres of water today #someone explain how I'm still thirsty #I'm starting the 75 soft challenge tomorrow #and had a really good morning this morning #I was very proud of myself #so I treated myself to a nice lunch #and I'm going to start really going for the 75 soft challenge from tomorrow #I'm excited! #I want to do before pictures too but do I really need that? #I'd like a starting weight as well #but hormonal birth control has my weight pretty much set in stone #My weight rarely changes #and it doesn't matter what I do #so I don't feel like weight is a good indicator of progress for me #but like #someone recently noticed I'd been running again just by my thighs and that made me really stupidly happy #no one is ready for the way I'm gonna lose weight when I eventually stop taking BC #I've been on it for 5 years now #and while my body is perfectly fine the way it is #I think it'll be really interesting to see the changes when I stop #I think I'd consider switching to the implant though #I wouldn't want an IUD that's for damn sure #it's the thought of getting the implant removed #I simply ✨wouldn't✨ #you'd have to knock me out to go digging around in my arm like that #tw: body image

[esotericgalaxy]

Please sir just a lil nibble of them thighs they thick and juicy and I’m starving 🥴😫

#bucky barnes #catws #james bucky buchanan barnes #marvel #bucky #marveledit #sebastian stan #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #thigh riding #thighs #goddamn

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Bucky, walking around in short shorts:

Kidd: You can't just walk around like that, Bucky!

Bucky: Why not?

Kidd: It's distracting! You're gonna hurt people!

Bucky: What? How?

Buck, several replacements, and half the 100th with bloody noses from walking into things face first after seeing Bucky:

Kidd: SEE!?!

#i know his thighs are mesmerizing #masters of the air #buck x bucky #mota #clegan #buckbucky #jack kidd #incorrect mota quotes #replacements are their own characters now

[paintedimagery]

Who would you vote for?

These are prints for a con at the end of the year (hopefully)

Gonna make it a contest to see who sales more, even got I voted stickers. So who do you think's gonna win?

#fanart #my art #marvel #dc #my art 2024 #captain america #steve rogers #nightwing #dick grayson #best ass in dc #america's ass #also best thighs go to jason and bucky change my mind

[valiantphantomangel]

For a story idea how about Bucky and reader and he just found a new tickle spot after he thought he knew them all… thighs if doable no big deal if not 💕 🥰 💕

Hey anon i hope you like it!

Oh no

"Well, well, well what have we here"? Bucky asked when he 'accidentally' brushed his fingers over your thighs.

Since buck found out you were ticklish, he would not leave you alone. Occasionally he would side tickle but this time was different. He was out to get you.

And he got you, after you simply flipped the bird, Bucky chased you through the ENTIRE compound. You should have learned not to try to out run a super soldier.

You were laying on your back on the couch with the stupid soldier sitting on your waist.

"BUCKYHIHIHIHI NOHAHHAHA" you screeched as you tried to swat his hands away from you thighs.

"Let me think about that" he tapped his chin "Nah"!

He tickled you for about 4 minutes (which btw felt like hours) when you asked you the dreaded question.

"What would happen if i attacked your new dead spot"?

"Whathahaha do you thinkhahah"?!

Bucky halted for a moment, looking at your red face "Im gonna find out"!

He moved so his metal arm was holding you down mid tummy when the other lay on you thigh. He hat that devilish smirk on his face when he ghost touch the god damn spot.

"DONTHAHAHAH" since you are hyper sensitive, you went absolutely insane with laughter even from the lights touch.

"This is definitely my new favorite spot" buck chuckled clawing above your knee.

Eventually you tapped out, needing air, so luckily he let you go.

You moved far away from catching your breath, making sure to look out if he wore to attack you again.

"Relax I'm not gonna do anything... Today"

Well that's not reassuring at all, but still you allowed buck to pull you to his side. Knowing that first thing tomorrow, you needed a damn good hiding spot.

You only hoped that he doesn't tell Steve or Tony because if he did, you would be in big trouble.

#tickle fic #ticklish!reader #marvel tickle #lee!reader #bucky barnes #ler!bucky #Steve Rogers #tony stark #ticklish thighs #bucky barnes x y/n

[buckets-and-trees]

Thighs of Betrayal…

Anything you want to share would be great but low key I’m hoping it’s a beefy Bucky fic?

I cackled like a witch when I say the name 😂

Last summer I ended up with bingo cards from two different events that BOTH had "thighs of betrayal" as a prompt... so the concept has been spinning in my head for quite a while, but

YES

HE'S BEEFY BUCKY

Thickest thighs!

My idea would sit after Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and we would see Sam. When I started working on this, I was torn on if there might be some dual action for reader with Sam AND Bucky, and I think because I was so undecided on it, that's one of the reasons I didn't finish it last summer. Now I just sort of have it waiting in the wings because I want to see what the Hot Bucky Summer prompts for 2024 will be and then dust off what I've got for thighs of betrayal so far and use it for HBS. The core part of the plot/how Bucky meets the reader is set in stone, just debating on how the back half will play out.

...

and you better believe there will be thigh riding.

-> WIP ASK GAME

#aspen asks #thighs of betrayal #bucky barnes #wip ask game #aspen is writing

[imaginedreamwrite]

I feel like this is Thick thighs save lives. One of the boys decorated the horse stall to replicate city lights so she feels at home and has music playing and they connect a little more.

Ari, Steve & Bucky wished it was easier to keep you distracted and away from the ranch. Having Hal take you to town and spoil you for the day wasn’t as easy as they had anticipated, not since you’d confessed to feeling torn between the buzz of the city and the lights that captivated you, and the peaceful quiet lull of a country night.

They were trying to sway you to the quietude of the ranch and the homeliness of the country. They were trying to sway you to stay with them in the peaceful atmosphere, selfishly of course, and had made a ploy to win you over with a barnyard dance. It was an effort they knew they wouldn’t be wasted, whether you went back to the city or stayed in their small ranching town they would give you the world.

“They’re on the way.” Bucky stepped into the barn, watching the last Edison light being hooked before he stepped in front of Steve to straighten his hat. “Hal said little miss city girl is antsy.”

“She’s being torn in two different directions. Does she stay in the city and go long distance or stay here?” Ari surmised, sympathizing with you and your inner turmoil. “We all know what we want-“

“I want her to be happy, Ari. Whether that’s here-” Steve was silenced by a knock on the barn wall, the sound setting him in his place by the side before the quickened tug sent the door opening.

“Hal I just want-“

“-to dance?” Hal’s hand slid down, resting upon your lower back. “In a barn?”

You turned your head, eyes growing twice in size as you looked around the magnificent barn. It was transformed into a wonderland, a breathtaking world of romance with synthesized starlit roof. It was nothing like you had ever seen before and the first few steps you’d taken had felt like you were walking on air.

You moved forward and stopped, a bright smile on your face as you studied the world around you. You didn’t understand why Hal was so insistent on taking you off the property and keeping you in town, but now you knew.

“You did this for me?” Your question was soft as you reached for Ari, hand resting upon his chest. “You all did this for me?”

A song began to play in the background and a pair of hands rest on your hips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you and your cowboy began to sway, soon joined by another who had held your hands and trapped you between their bodies.

You were transported, taken away from the dusty barn floor to the clutch of stars that were going to have a hold on you. You were in a place so close to heaven it made you feel otherworldly.

“Whatever you decide,” a hand clutched your chin and tilted your gaze to his own, “we’re here for you. Wherever you go, we go.”

Remember when…

“How can I possibly leave you?” You leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “I can’t…not a single city in this whole world could be better than this barn.”

“You’ll stay?” Steve whispered in your ear, switching off with another. “Here? With us?”

“Every day for the rest of my life…” you leaned, resting your forehead against his chest.

“Sounds like marriage vows, city girl. Are you wanting to marry us, sweet omega?” Hal teased, drawing a hand down your back.

“If you’ll have me.”

#thick thighs save lives #thick thighs save lives series: gif drabble #alpha!Hal Carter x reader #cowboy!bucky barnes x reader #cowboy!steve rogers x reader #cowboy!ari levinson imagine #cowboy!steve rogers imagines