#just what the fuck is Bucky

[becca-e-barnes]

Thinking so much about clingy, mutually possessive, filthy sex and how much I just need that rn

The kind of sex where you and Bucky just can't feel close enough to each other. You physically can't get any closer than you are, his thick cock buried so deep inside you but you still need more of him. He has nothing left to give you and you're glad because if he was any longer, you wouldn't be able to take the rest.

You're panting against his neck, whining out your frustration each time he slides home into your warm, wet body. His own groans are low, rumbling from his throat and hanging in the humid air of the bedroom you share.

"You know I can't fucking resist you. I can't." Bucky moans, grasping one of your wrists, guiding it between your bodies, encouraging you to play with yourself while he fucks you.

"I can't say no to you. Fuck, I'm yours." You hardly hear what he's saying over the obscene, wet sounds of your body accommodating his.

Your fingertips rub against your slick clit and the sensation is almost too much. "You're mine." You whine against his neck, using your free hand to claw at his back, driving him impossibly closer to you.

There's something reassuring about the feeling of his skin on yours. It's hot and sweaty but it's so comforting being naked with him, enjoying the pleasure of each others' bodies. You don't feel vulnerable communicating your pleasure to him; you feel understood.

"I am." He groans, eyes fluttering shut, lost in the way your body clings to him. "All yours. And you're mine, aren't you? My good girl."

It's a relentless build up, each stroke taking you a little further than the last and at some point, the band just has to snap.

"I am." You whine, barely able to manage any more words than that.

"You feel like Heaven. You were made for me. This warm, tight little pussy fits me perfectly." His body still isn't close enough to you, not that there's any way you could physically feel more of him.

"You take me so well, you know that? You take every drop of cum and you still beg me for more. Fuckin' love it." Just the very mention of Bucky pumping his release into you makes your walls flutter, dreaming of the feeling of his thick load shooting into you.

"I can't last like this." You hear him mutter and you're almost glad because you're not far off either. "Can't last when I can see that pretty face." His eyes meet yours and he pulls you in for a kiss that stifles your moans for a few seconds.

"Bucky, please." You groan when he pulls back, rubbing yourself just a little too quickly now that you've gotten desperate.

"Go on sweetheart, let me feel you cum for me." It only takes a few more strokes for your high to take over, pleasure rippling through you in a way that leaves your legs shaking.

You almost miss the start of Bucky's release, given how distracted you are by your own but the unmistakable throbbing of him inside you tells you he's reached his own peak if his moans didn't give it away.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #this was an entirely selfish piece #there's just something that hits the spot here for my possessive ass #also what the FUCK does one wear to a wine tasting event at a golf club??? #if anyone knows pls dm me by Thursday #am I going to have to pretend I like golf?? #and I'm at an awful stage with my hair #I'm growing it out and it's at a length that I HATE #I'm so close to just cutting it short again #but I'm half convinced I found a grey hair the other day #so I definitely need the roots touched up

[ex0rin]

Secretary Bucky & Guard Dog Rumlow | Reverse Winterbones What If… Captain Carter Fought the Hydra Stomper?

+BONUS

#just getting this out of my system real quick #reverse htp #reverse winterbones #winterbones #i'm obsessed with this dynamic #brock rumlow #bucky barnes #✨ secretary bucky ✨ #marvel what if #hhhhh i'm so mad #i'm so mad that this hit me like a fucking gut punch #jesuschrist #ANYWAY #cara gifs

[bellathepoet]

all a man needs is a little smirk and some blood on his face and im his

#sometimes babygirl is a 48 year old man #matt murdock #matthew murdock #yall know the ones #i like the violent ones #its not even #i can fix him #i dont want him fixed hes perfect #i just want him to fuck me like what #tagging every slutty man i can think of #joel miller #the salvatores #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #all the tvd boys tbh #except matt #because duh #peter parker #moon knight #bucky barnes

[kayvsworld]

imagine if the mcu was good

#sorry i had fatws on while drawing and got mad again lrjhglkjfhlgjk #hate hate hate that when bucky's the macguffin thing to rescue/fight over he can be a victim who bad things Happened to #but when he has to be a Guy With Lines they're like. oops he was a villain actually yeah he uhhhh has to be REDEEMED #he DID the bad things it was HIM he has trauma about the things he DID and lets not talk about what was done to him hahahahahaha #fuck off! fuck off! they put the winter soldier in onscreen therapy and did nothing with it fuck off! #they're just not interested in telling any story about anything or anyone and it's so tiring. reset the universe to 2014 and leave me alone #kayvswords

[meraki-yao]

Okay I haven't watched the MCU in a while and honestly at this point all I care about is Bucky, Wanda, Loki and maybe Shangchi but I watched a summary of the baby Starlord episode and the Captain Carter episode of the new What-if (not really interested in watching the whole thing but Bucky's in it so yeah) and as a Cap girl who loves CATWS so much that it's one of my all-time favourite movie, what Marvel's doing to the whole Steve-Bucky-Peggy (that I've been having issues with since Endgame) is driving me insanely frustrated.

I fucking HATE it when people more or less lessen or ruin what was originally so well-written and performed in the original that serves to drive the character that led to them being so well loved

Like, stucky doesn't need to be queer romantic to be significant. (And I'm saying this as a Stucky shipper whose whole exposure to AO3 and Tumblr started with Stucky) It is a significant, important and heavy relationship REGARDLESS if it's platonic or romantic. Erasing that and forcefully making it Steggy doesn't work, drives the og audience away from Steggy and frankly, it's kind of homophobic

Also it's incredibly unfair that Steve's significance to Bucky remains while vice versa isn't, even though THAT'S ONE OF THE TWO DRIVING MOTIVATIONS OF ALL OF STEVE'S ACTIONS IN CACW. Are you really trying to convince me that a bond so deep that they've been inseparable all their lives since they were kids and well into their adulthood, is less significant, or is effective as a memory trigger (and I fucking studied the basic of memory recall) than the significant shorter Steggy romance? What the fuck????

I almost want to write a whole essay on the Steve-Bucky-Peggy relationship, but I currently have enough writing tasks (fics, emails, letters, essays) on my plate. I'll see if I wanna come back to it later.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #what if #marvel what if #what if season 2 #stevebucky #stucky #anti steggy #honestly I used to fluctuate between steggy and stucky but endgame and everything that came after made me so uncomfortable with steggy #steve rogers #peggy carter #bucky barnes #captain america #captain carter #i have an issue with the whole captain carter thing to begin with #and i'm a girl so no this is not about feminism it's about story/character assassination #what the fuck marvel what the fuck #i didn't expect myself to make a post on marvel at this day and age but i'm just so fucking angry

[montanabohemian]

since i'm back in my stucky feels, i just need to know why they chose "it's been a long long time" to reintroduce bucky to steve. i mean what in the actual fuck were they thinking if they didn't want us to be absolutely unhinged about them?

#HAVE YOU EVEN LISTENED TO THE LYRICS???? #THEY MAKE ME INSANE #'NEVER THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD BE / STANDING HERE SO CLOSE TO ME' #'THERE'S SO MUCH I FEEL THAT I SHOULD SAY / BUT WORDS CAN WAIT UNTIL SOME OTHER DAY' #'HAVEN'T FELT LIKE THIS MY DEAR / SINCE I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN' #'YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MANY DREAMS / I'VE DREAMED ABOUT YOU / OR JUST HOW EMPTY THEY ALL SEEMED WITHOUT YOU' #anyway #ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY #i mean it's been what? ten years? whenever that fucking movie came out #AND I STILL THINK ABOUT WHAT A DELIBERATE CHOICE THAT SONG WAS #fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #anYWAYyyyy #stucky #captain america #marvel #steve x bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #catws

[arsenicflame]

i think the thing that gets me the most is so many of us put our faith in this show, in this team, because they were doing something different. because they were telling us that we should trust them and then going above and beyond to show us they deserved that trust.

so when they said 'trust us' with izzy, we all did.

and we got this.

#its not like 2012 marvel queerbaiting where yeah. of course you shouldnt have expected them the let stede + bucky kiss #or whatever sherlock had going on or any of the other million fandoms. #its not just the fans expecting more than the show was ever going to give #they were giving us what we wanted! they were doing before we ever asked! they could have continued to do that but instead. #they spat in our faces and stomped on our hearts and said fuck you for ever believing in us #for ever believing this could be more #nyxtalks #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #israel hands

[plantswithme]

i still can’t believe bucky walked up to sam, bumped his shoulder, sam looked and saw it was bucky, he chuckled and smiled, then they watched the sunset together and bucky looked at sam like he’s everything he’s ever wanted and then they smiled at each other and while walking away sam grabbed buckys left shoulder but then he changed to the right one and pulled bucky in closer, tucking him into his side and then they walked off together.

#i love them so much 🥲 #just made this gif for this post bc i had to include the scene :’) #who was the fanfic writer who had a say in this scene bc what the fuck #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #dove posts stuff

[urbeautifulandiminsane]

💌List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :3💌

5 things that make me happy are:

my pets & family

lana del rey

marvel films

pepsi max

and strawberry milk

#lana del rey #lizzy grant #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #hell is a teenage girl #this is what makes us girls #born to die #manic pixie dream girl #femcel #girlblog #girlblogging #girlblogger #just girly things #cinnamon girl #girlhood #coquette #the virgin suicides #sofia coppola #did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd #marvel #captain america #bucky barnes #norman fucking rockwell #female manipulator #girl interrupted syndrome #honeymoon #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #waif #chemtrails over the country club #this is a girlblog #female hysteria

[orangechickenpillow]

Bucky: call me and I'll be there.

Bucky: not necessarily as a team.

Sam: nope.

Bucky: we're not that good.

Sam: definitely not.

Bucky: we're professionals.

Sam: definitely.

Bucky: and, uh... we're partners.

Sam: co-workers.

Bucky: but we're also a couple of guys with a mutual friend.

Sam: friend's now gone.

Bucky: so we're a couple of guys.

Sam: I can live with that.

Bucky: perfect.

#holy fucking shit would you guys just say i love you already #gives the vibe: just guys being dudes #just dudes being gay #suck my dick -- i mean what #sambucky #sam and bucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

[l223m0nade]

Quiet Bucky Who Doesn’t Live With Steve bc he’s still a little feral and WS-y sickfic

Steve didn’t like bad guys messing with New Yorkers, but he did like being able to protect his city. And for the last few months, there had been another reason to enjoy hometown missions.

“Tell our mystery pal thanks for the assist,” Sam said dryly as he finished his sweep to confirm everything was contained, which it was, in part thanks to perfectly aimed shots winging the two jerks at separate control stations directing the big insectlike robots. Clint hadn’t been available for last-minute sniper support, but Steve had said “I might know someone,” and everyone had sort of nodded in vague acceptance and ignored his possibly over-eager tone. The Winter Soldier was still officially at large, whereabouts unknown. Unofficially the search had petered out.

“Thanks for the help,” he murmured into his earpiece— set to an encrypted channel. “Specially on short notice like this.”

After a short pause the reply came, soft, “…You had ‘em on the ropes.” Steve barked a surprised laugh, unable to stop himself from scanning nearby rooftops though he knew he’d see nothing. “Was in the neighborhood anyhow.”

“Feel like sticking around?” Steve tried for casual. “Got nothing going on after this myself. It’s soup weather.” It was freezing, and drizzling in a way that looked light from indoors but soaked you if you were out in it for more than a few minutes. He bit back the words where do you stay, is it warm and dry enough there, just come home with me, but he thought them loudly.

A longer pause this time, but then, “It is, huh. Yeah. Yeah, alright Rogers,” and Steve couldn’t help the grin stretching across his face. Wherever Bucky was hidden, he was clearly in his sights, because he heard a husky chuckle. “Sap,” came the parting shot. “See you there.”

“Roger that,” Steve said, mock-serious, and won the sound of another laugh starting before the commlink cut out. He was allowed to be a little happy, he thought as he hopped on his bike and headed to his Brooklyn apartment. He hadn’t seen Bucky in over two weeks. Trauma and justified paranoia and unfairly dubious legal status combined to mean that Bucky couldn’t yet handle anyone knowing where he slept. For a long time Steve’s only contact with him consisted of mysterious sniper shots obliterating enemies about to get the drop on Steve and Sam as they hunted Hydra remnants down, but over the summer by tacit agreement they had both settled —for a given value of the word— back in New York. And now they talked on the phone, and sometimes Bucky provided don’t-ask-don’t-tell overwatch on missions, and sometimes he came by Steve’s place for meals and company. Steve worried about him constantly, and missed his steady physical presence as he had since before the ice, but Bucky was getting by the best way he had, and he would respect that, no matter what.

If Bucky hadn’t picked up his call or agreed to come over he probably would have spent the night staring at the cold rain out the window, but that was nobody’s business but his own. He opened the door to his apartment, nudged the thermostat, and began pulling out the ingredients for simple chicken soup, feeling warm inside and out.

Before long there was a soft breath of chilly air, the sound of a window closing, and a quiet throat-clear. He turned and there Bucky was, in the corner of the living room, looking a little tense and sheepish as water dripped from his coat. The sight of him in his apartment gave Steve the immediate sense of all being right in his world. “Hey, pal.”

Bucky gave a small smile in reply. “Sorry, I—” he cleared his throat again, “drippin on your nice floor.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” said Steve, hearing his accent come out stronger as it always did around his oldest friend. “I got plenty of towels. I’ll get you some.”

He came back with and armload of fluffy towels as Bucky shrugged out of his coat. “Warm in here,” he murmured, with a little shiver as his body adjusted to the cozy temperature Steve had set.

“Sometimes I’m still surprised at how I can just make my place any temperature I want,” Steve chuckled, “I sure coulda used that back in the day.” Bucky just nodded, a hint of wonder in his face as he took the towel Steve offered. “I pulled some clothes out for you, you may as well let your things dry out while you’re here.” Wet clothes had been one of Bucky’s favorite fussing subjects back in the day, he couldn’t begrudge Steve this.

He did go to change after only a moment’s hesitation. Steve went back to the kitchen area but just hovered there. He wasn’t eavesdropping, he just had super hearing. There was another throat-clear, a sniff, and a husky cough as Bucky changed behind the closed door. He came out a moment later, rubbing his nose absently, wearing the crew neck sweater and thick soft black pants Steve had left out, and quirked an eyebrow. Steve blushed as he realized he’d been staring at the door waiting for it to open.

“I missed you, sue me,” he muttered as he moved toward him. He looked so soft, and still cold. Steve telegraphed before going in for a hug, but Bucky just moved into it with a little sigh, pressing his face into Steve’s shoulder and rubbing a little. He seemed tired. Steve wrapped his arms around him with his own sigh. He was so glad he was here.

Suddenly the shoulders he embraced tensed up with a quiet but sharp inhale, and before either of them could react, a silent “mmp!” of a stifled sneeze was pressed into Steve’s shoulder. Bucky pulled back but only had time to blink once in surprise before his nose visibly twitched. “Dish!” This sneeze, tiny and only a little less held-back, went more or less into Steve’s left pec.

They stared for a second, arms still loosely wrapped around each other. Bucky sniffled, rubbed his nose, muttering “Jesus, sorry” at the same time Steve said “bless you” with a little nonplussed smile. Steve’s cheeks felt warm and Bucky was blushing. His nose was also a faint pink, and he looked pale, with a particular tiredness around his eyes. Steve tucked his damp hair behind his ear to see more clearly, and Bucky shifted under his scrutiny, clearing his throat again with a rasp.

“You sound like— are you sick?”

Bucky started to roll his eyes at Steve, but he had to sniffle, and then his breath caught and his expression changed from exasperation to mild surprise as he stepped back and lifted his bent arm to muffle a soft strong sneeze. “EHh-tschuhh!”

“Aw, Buck,” Steve tutted, sounding like his mother.

“snfff, It’s nothing,” Bucky tried for a casual brush-off, but after a moment under what Sam called his Piercing Earnest Puppy-Dog Gaze he deflated, rubbing his nose on his wrist like it still tickled. “It’s been cold and wet for a week,” he groused in explanation, “sff, guess it got to me.”

“And you were out on that rooftop for hours,” Steve clucked, moving to the kitchen instead of wrapping Bucky up again and not letting go, “siddown. Lucky for you I was already making chicken soup.”

Bucky sat at the counter to watch Steve finish throwing ingredients into the pot. “Ooh, the one meal Steve Rogers can cook? Lucky me is right.”

“I can make breakfast!” Steve replied indignantly. Bucky scoffed, which turned into a little cough and sniffle. “Fine, well, I can make oatmeal. And meatloaf!” He said in triumph.

“Sez y-you...heh,” Steve glanced over to see him blinking up at the kitchen light and scrunching his nose ticklishly, but the sneeze abandoned him at the last minute and he buried his nose in his sleeve to rub itchily with a little growl. It was all fairly adorable.

They kept up the banter as Steve set everything simmering and cleaned up. Bucky kept having to sniffle and rub his nose, which was turning completely pink, and he had to pause with hitching breaths a few times. Steve remembered the war and all the years before— you could always tell when Bucky had a cold and not just a tickle in his nose because he’d spend the first few hours being mercilessly teased by sneezes that refused to manifest and left him blinking pinkly and sniffling like mad.

Eventually Steve took pity on him and rooted around a drawer until he found his small stash of clean folded handkerchiefs. Bucky glanced at what he was being offered with plaintive eyes, trying to get the sneeze to finally come, head tilted up and his metal hand pressing gently on the bridge of his poor nose, taking big, hitching inhales, building up torturously, “ehhHehh…hehhhh…hehh—HEH—…...HEHdjtcschOOoo!”

He’d been unable to focus on anything but the sneeze, so it just got aimed at his wrist and ended up sort of everywhere. He snatched the handkerchief in the second he had before another tickly spraying sneeze overcame him, and caught this one in the soft cloth. “HIHHDtsschuhh! Ohhh, mby god.” He groaned dramatically and blew his nose with relief. Once he’d gotten cleaned up he slumped down to the counter.

“Alright fidne, I’mb sick,” he sighed. Steve felt sorry for him, but he was caught up in warm nostalgia as well. Bucky never held out long with the tough-guy act before getting a bit pitiful. His mom and sisters had loved to fuss over him the rare times he was poorly, and after token resistance Bucky had lapped it up. When he and Steve lived together the dynamic was always Bucky mother-henning him, but Steve had reveled in the few times their roles had reversed. Bucky acting pitiful and Steve coddling him in his sharp bossy way had been one of the ways they flirted when neither really understood what they felt.

Bucky sniffled and Steve could hear the building congestion. He continued grumbling, “ya happy ndow?”

“Well, not that you got a cold, but yeah, Buck, I’m real happy you’re here. No point in a swanky heated apartment if I can’t put you up once in a while.”

“Hmmb.”

“Now cmon, blow your nose again and eat some soup. It’s not Ma’s but it’s as close as I can get it.”

Bucky picked up the crumpled hankie, grimaced, chuckled, then quietly gasped into a smaller sneeze, “hhh-hhh-hHMptshh, ugh, this ain’t gonna last much longer.” He blew his nose thoroughly and it left him alone while they ate their soup, side by side at the counter, elbows and knees nudging.

#AAAAA YAY I WROTE IT DOWN #this has been in my head forever and ever i thought i was gonna write it MONTHS ago and then the sprites abandoned me #i really want to keep going i have more but i also just want to post it before i have to go do stuff today #cuz with my writing motivation who the fuck knows #anyway i hope you like it plz let me know what you think!!!!!!!!!!! #snzfic #snz kink fic #cute sick bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #soft sickfic #understated stucky but it's def there #stucky #soft boys #lol i'm so stoked to be able to post something yall

[natalianvna]

Why do you like the comic Bucky and Nat instead of the mcu one?

The mcu will never write this

#invented romance #and the single best comic page in history #god bless #shut up mac #also I’m not entirely sure what you mean bc mcu nat and bucky looked at each other once & 616 buckynat canonically fucked #but I mean that in a /lh way #if you want a reading list to get into them I can hook you up anon just say the word

[gingerwerk]

Tbh watching Mota I did not get fruity vibes from buck at all. In my mind it always seemed like bucky was in love with buck but knew it was unrequited and he could live with it but when the reunite in the camp, the look they give each other says everything- that bucks always been in love with bucky, even if he wasn’t aware of it the whole time, he knows it’s there as he watches bucky file into the camp all broken and bruised and as bucky grins at buck and tries to keep it cool he sees it in his friends eyes, the feeling he’s felt for so long and never expected to see reflected back at him

#let me be straight- I did not think I would be a buck/y shipper!!! #Elvis just gave such straight vibes I couldn’t convince myself of it #and also. Bucky and Curt def fucked okay #but then when they reunited!!! #and the whole ‘what took you so long?’ #I folded like a lawn chair #Kelly watches Mota #these gays. they’re trying to murder me #what took you so long

[kayvsworld]

i want to do a rewatch of some mcu movies but i worry that i am at risk of remembering how fundamentally aggressively incurious those movies were abt everything & anything that happened in them and it will make me temporarily insane

#like. oh wow cool what are the IMPLICATIONS of—nothing shut up it's nothing #oh but what is the IMPACT of this plotline what happens AFTER th—shut the fuck up it's nothing. nothing it's nothing. 3 year time skip <3 #like just so deeply deeply unwilling to discuss anything other than information directly pertaining to the current immediate plot #garbage garbage garbage #i love so much of the mcu in concept & in potential but knowing they did nothing with any of it kind of like #puts a damper. on. the rewatch enjoyment kjghlkjdhfg #i had a fucking BLAST rewatching catws bc i was like WOW this is so FUN and WELL-MADE and BUCKY MY BELOVED #and then i remembered how like. little the movies after it gave a shit about it flkdgjhlkfjdhlgkjhdf #sequels made by people who did not watch any of the previous movies. hellish cursed i am drowning in the 1 inch of water that is the mcu #anyway ANYWAY anyway. i would like to watch. im2. sigh #i remember the 1st 2 iron dudes being fun so perhaps this will be safe. no team movies tho it'll have me foaming at the mouth #kayvswords

[becca-e-barnes]

Becca i am unwell!! thot: ceo!Bucky… he’s all big, loud and dominant and work, known for being big and bad. but as soon as he gets home, he’s begging for your cock, letting you bend him over and peg him till he’s crying

I can’t even tell you what this does to me. Like the thought of such a confident, powerful man in a well tailored suit on his knees begging you to fuck him? Begging you not to be gentle 🫠

I love the thought of him kneeling on a plush carpet, his dick so fucking hard just from the embarrassment of having to beg you to fuck him. “You want my cock, baby? I bet you fuckin’ do. But do I want to give it to you? Maybe I’d rather watch you play with yourself for a bit. Maybe I wanna see just how slutty you’d get. Let you jerk yourself off and see how many of your own fingers your little asshole can take. Just like I know you do on those long business trips.” You’re stalking around him, watching how he’s almost drooling at the sight of your bare legs.

“Please.” He breathes. “Please don’t make me play with myself. I can’t take it. I-I need you. I need to feel stuffed and slutty and cockdrunk for you.” His dick is twitching so pathetically you almost feel bad for him.

“Oh baby, you’re a little mess already. That’s so cute.” You tease, running your hand through his hair. He melts into the gentle touch but then your fingers form a fist, gripping it tight, right at his scalp and he moans in delight.

“Daddy’s gonna take care of you tonight, okay baby? You don’t need to think anymore. You’re just here to please daddy. You got that?” He nods so damn fast, despite the way you’re still tugging on his hair. His eyes are wide and bright, looking up at you like you hung the stars because who else would have him feeling so safe that he’s able to submit like this?

“Yes daddy. I’ll be so good for you.” Bucky whispers and you don’t doubt for a second that he will be.

By the time you finally have him stripped naked and bent over his own desk in the study, he’s almost shaking with need. You had him taking three of your fingers to get him nice and stretched because his favourite strap isn’t the smallest one in your collection.

“Oh my God, please move. M-move daddy, fuck me. I don’t care if it hurts.” Bucky wails, your cock pressed inside him to the base as you tried to let him adjust to the stretch.

“You hear how fucking slutty you sound? You’re so god. Damn. Pathetic.” You tease, rolling your hips and drawing the most beautifully pathetic mewls from him.

“That’s so fucking good. Oh fuck don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He’s gone already and you’ve only given him half a dozen thrusts.

“Careful baby boy, you don’t wanna blow your load over this nice desk, do you? You know you’ll ruin the finish.” You hear him sob, low and broken as the tip of your strap nudges against his little sweet spot just right.

“We need a mirror in here. I need you to see the look on your own face when I fuck you stupid. Need you to see how slutty you look when you press your ass up to take me deeper. You just need me to hit right. There.” He’s gripping the edge of the desk so hard, trying to focus on not cumming too soon but that’s exactly what you want him to do. Just one orgasm to take the edge off and then you can spend all night taking him apart, piece by piece.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #sub!bucky #ceo!bucky #no one even look at me rn 🙈 #you know when you have plans #but you don’t want to do those plans #you just want to snuggle up in bed #maybe with a cup of tea #and write filth #bc that’s me tonight #and I’ve started so many longer pieces that I’m so excited about #and now I’m losing my weekend #i want to do my nails #and just relax #I’m in the mood to make a veggie stir fry #or the spicy ramen from wagamama with tofu 🥵 #fuck that’s exactly what I want #But my brother is gonna want McDonald’s and I don’t feel like eating shit today?

[moonykat]

Okay rant time, I'm so sorry for the people who don't follow me for stucky content, but I just have to let it out somewhere I'm so fucking sick and tired of Marvel and Disney playing Bucky's disability for laughs. He's a disabled person, he doesn't have an arm, he is an amputee, and yet they make him lose his arm again and again at every opportunity they can, just for laughs. What the fuck. It is so fucking insulting and hurtful to everyone, to everybody who is a fan of him, who identifies with him, and they just keep doing it . It is so fucking insulting I can't even put it into words, what the fuck like, please just let him be forgotten about for christ's sake.

#i need to gatekeep bucky from marvel itself #I have been in this fandom for almost a decade I don't give a fuck if new people agree or not with my point of view but please just forget> #he exists #let him and steve go #don't just keep ruining them #i hate it here #fuck #yk what I'm making this reblogable bc I no longer give a fuck about anything like go on #spread this #I hate marvel for the mistreatment of my most beloved boy #they donot deserve him