#desperate bucky

[buckyalpine]

2025, lets GO. 18+ Minors dni. A teaser of my thots. Don’t know what's wrong with me and tbh I don’t think we’ll ever find out. But I can’t stop thinking about this man’s cock. Such a pretty, pretty, super soldier cock. In the most descriptive way imaginable. Imagine a touched starved menace Bucky. The way he’d want to be touched, how fucking good it feels when your lips wander to his most sensitive areas. Getting him so horny, he’s telling you every damn thing his cock is feeling without holding back because he’s so desperate. 

“Suck the tip angel, please” The last word nearly melts into a sob because you’ve been teasing him for far too long and you know exactly where he wants you. 

“Yeah? Why should I baby?” You coo, rubbing the sides of his thighs, “What’s so special about that, m’already sucking you here” Your lips drag up his shaft, letting your tongue lave up and down, ignoring the little mess he’s making with precum dripping from his slit. 

It’s torture.

Beautiful, delicious torture. 

“C’mon, please, don’t make me beg doll, it’s swollen n’sensitive there, just suck it a little, m’so hard” You love the way his thighs squirm on the bed, spreading wider for you because he needs to much more. 

“Poor baby, you like it when I suck your cock?

“Y-yeah baby, fuck yes” His head is thrown back on the pillow while he chest heaves when you move down to take one of his balls in your mouth, his soft sack throbbing each time you toy with him. They’re so full, he has no idea what to do with himself. 

He’s fucking aching because there you are, worshipping him in places he’d doesn’t expose to just anyone. His length stands tall and proud, a sheen of sweat covering his body because each time a drop of precum slips out, you tap your index finger against his slit to collect it, just to lick it with your fingers. 

“Angel, just-please-mph-” He cut himself off when you brush over his frenulum with your tongue, he didn’t even know he was capable of making such a sound when he whines for more. He was being such a needy thing, you give into his pleading, taking that plush tip between your lips, the cry he lets out makes you drip. “Is it right there, baby? That’s where you wanted me to suck you?”

“Right-fuck, right there, don’t-don’t stop, don’t fuckin’ stop, please angel, please-shit-” The rest of his voice dies into a series of whimpers when you begin to nurse on him and he swears his soul leaves his body. He looks down to find your eyes looking up at him, your mouth so full, the veins along his length pulsating. “I can feel it fuckin’ swelling in your mouth, it’s so hard, fuck it’s never been this hard” 

You start to take more of him in, letting his tip hit your throat, suppressing a gag and that really sets him off, he’d never been this mouthy before, to be fair he’d also never gotten head like this before, also he considered himself a gentleman but God you made it so difficult with the way you sucked his soul-

“Just like that baby, sucking my cock so good, so fucking good, my balls are so full of cum for you, m’so full n’hard-”

“Don’t stop-don’t-st-stop, mph, yeah, yeah-” his eyes struggle to stay open, those pretty nipples hard, his muscles tensed when you move faster, “I can’t-need to be inside you-fuck”

Before you can do anything, he pulls you off his cock and manhandles you onto your back, spreading your legs apart and tossing them over his shoulders. He can smell how fucking soaked you are, slamming his cock in all the way with a brutal pace.

“FUCK J-JAMES” Your nails dig into his skin to hold on for dear life with the way he’s selfishly taking, his voice muffled with the way his lips have found their way to your neck, needly sucking between rambling about how good you feel-

“Say my name again, fuck-again doll, need it, wanna hear my name on your lips with my cock in you, s’all for you, fuckin’ hard n’aching for you baby, say it-

“JAMES-Oh god- I”

“Fuck, m’already making a mess” His hips work faster already feeling his orgam ready to blow, “You make my cock so fuckin’ leaky, can feel it squirting out of you-y/n, I can’t-gonna cum, m’gonna cum so fuckin’ much-

His hands come to lace with yours, his full body weight dropping while he start to grind into your cunt, burying himself as far as he could go. He doesn’t pull away from your neck hiding away, his breath panting against your skin.

“M-cu-fuck, m’cumming-shit” He makes the most obscene moan you’ve ever heard, his body stilling with his cock bursting with streams of his seed. You can feel him twitch inside you, the sensation alone enough to make you squeeze around him, clinging onto him as you cum with him, “Oh God baby I can feel you -milking my dick,-gonna-oh fuck m’cumming again!!” His hand slams the mattress, giving you a few harsh sloppy thrusts, slamming into you fully unload every bit of him into your pussy.

Now, don’t get me started on how this man spends the night pumping you full, only pulling out (reluctantly) when he’s soft. He’s used to having clothes on by now so he’s a little self conscious when your eyes drift down to his no longer hard length covered in a mix of you and him. His cheeks warm at the way you look at him, he’d about to cover until you lick him clean, he’s so fucking sensitive but it feels too good, he’s still leaking, his very pink, silky an soft cockhead continuously making a wet mess and if he hadn’t died before, he definitely did now-

So this was in the drafts for years months. I have so many more that I have to finish but one at a time. Also, I really need to post a life upate. 

[buckets-and-trees]

Whining to Bucky that you're horny, but also that it's too hot and you're too sticky for sex 😫

Title: Too Hot Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Millennial Female!Reader Word Count: 700 Summary: Standalone part of the Desperate to Devoted story. Summer in the city. Heatwave. Too hot. Boyfriend doesn't care.

Content/Warnings: established relationship, vaginal fingering, excessive heat wave, vibranium arm special features

Author Notes: IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO READ ANY OF THE REST OF THIS SERIES. True stand-alone but does take place after Big Conversation, so they're at the point of an established, committed relationship. Week six of @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer - the prompt was "I won't be able to stop myself." Also filling my April box for Build-a-Bucky Bingo with the "gradually moving in together" prompt.

Flat on your back on your bed, you heard the buzz of your phone on the mattress next to you, but you didn’t want to move.

You’d finally edged out of being miserably hot after laying under the ceiling fan and enough of the day’s heat wave levels of heat only just beginning to dissipate outside.

Checking the text would require moving, and your limbs still felt like too much of a burden.

Bzz.

You weren’t sure if it was another text or the reminder that you had an unopened message, so you didn’t open your eyes.

Bzz.

Bzz.

You smiled and finally reached for the phone. Only one person would be sending you multiple texts.

Bucky.

Lifting the phone and opening your eyes, you saw you were right and unlocked the screen to read the messages.

BUCKY: Just landed, will head your way as soon as we debrief.

BUCKY: I know it’s only been two days, but I missed you like crazy!

BUCKY: Should I pick up something for dinner?

BUCKY: Can’t wait to hear your laugh and feel your lips against mine you have me crazy for you…

Your smile turned into a grin, and you rolled over onto your stomach and began typing your reply.

YOU: No food, only ice cream. Too hot.

YOU: Missed you, too, but no touching. Too hot!

You sent the red, hot-faced emoji for good measure.

His reply came through a few moments later.

BUCKY: No can do, I’m dying to sink my cock into your cunt.

Your stomach instantly flipped reading those words.

“Fuck you, Bucky Barnes.”

YOU: Hot is winning over horny.

At least for now. Though your core was feeling enticed, the rest of your body rebelled against the thought of the heat of another body anywhere close to you.

BUCKY: We’ll see about that… I won’t be able to stop myself.

Your stomach flipped again.

Six months ago, Bucky was the man you begrudgingly worked with when assigned to missions for his team, and now he was your insatiable boyfriend.

YOU: When you get here you might change your mind…

An hour later, you heard Bucky’s key turning in the lock of the front door. He hasn’t moved into your place, but he’s over often enough now that you gave him a key.

“Damn,” he said, voice raised enough for you to hear him in the other room, though your place isn’t terribly large. “I had no idea it was this hot!”

“Air conditioning is out,” you replied. You heard him setting a couple of bags on the counter – likely food he picked up. “They have someone coming tomorrow to look at it.”

“You should’ve gone to my place,” he said, “even when I’m not there, you’re always wel-,” he paused when he stepped into the bedroom doorway, “-come.”

He groaned.

“Do not even touch me,” you warned in all seriousness.

“This is not fair,” he replied. “You expect me to leave you alone when I haven’t seen my girl in two days, and you’re laid out in only your underwear on the bed?”

“I do not want any skin on my skin, Barnes.”

It was a testament to how hot you were that your brain had not even come close to thinking of the key Bucky had also given to you to his place.

You didn’t open your eyes, too exhausted from the heat, but you could feel his gaze roaming over your form.

“You’re making this hard in more ways than one,” he grumbled.

“I’m resigned to my melted fate.”

The mattress dipped with Bucky’s weight, and you groaned. “No.”

But then you gasped and your eyes flew open when very cold vibranium fingers skimmed up your inner thigh.

“No?” he chuckled.

“I didn’t know you could…?” you trail off, distracted when his fingers slip beneath the gusset of your panties and begin to tease your wet folds.

“It’s not a feature I usually need.”

You gripped the cool metal of his arm, holding him firm against your pussy.

“I want one orgasm from my girl, and then we’re staying the night at my place. It’s too hot here for anything, and definitely too hot for everything I want to do with you tonight.”

You whimpered and let your legs fall open when two of his fingers entered your aching hole. “Deal, absolute fucking deal,” you agreed.

....I'm sure that was not the intention when Suri programmed his limb to be able to drastically change temperature, but certainly coming in handy at this moment. 😏

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[rcbertleckie]

CALLUM TURNER as JOHN ‘BUCKY’ EGAN MASTERS OF THE AIR · part five

[bromcommie]

ok but we. we should’ve gotten thunderbolts bucky after the winter soldier movie.

like. the whole extremely done but grimly efficient + borderline-vengeful brutal thing? the in-between getting adjusted look? shouldn’t have come AFTER they gave him (admittedly very shoddy) closure and more importantly soft lil shirts and smiles and role as big softie weirdo uncle in his fucking adopted family in Louisiana

[whirlpool-blogs]

Masters of the Air behind-the-scenes

[miraculousbohemian]

anyone have a fic where bucky just gets frozen in the ice when he falls down and nobody finds him until Steve goes back in 2011 and finds him and there's no winter soldier fiascos and everything is fine or do I have to write it myself

[friedwings]

imagine if you will, in Thunderbolts when Bucky is riding the bike, Alpine is in his jacket and witnessing the violence

[starsm00n]

IM RUNNING UP THE WALLS WHY CANT FICTIONAL MEN BE REAL ARGGHHH

[alienoresimagines]

Curt: Uniform looks good on you, Buck! Buck, confused: Thanks Curt Curt: And I think it would look even better on Bucky's floor. Bucky: Are you… hitting on Buck for me?

[buckyalpine]

Permission

Slutty random thot - Somnophilia and Beefy shy Bucky. Who doesn’t understand he doesn’t have to ask for permission to touch you. You’ve told him time and time again he deserves pleasure and can initiate any time he wants, you want him to feel comfortable to touch you whenever he wants. 

But he never learns. 

He’s always tiptoeing around you, hesitantly brushing by you, slinking around you like a cat, as much as he could with his large bulking frame. He’s always slow and careful, waiting for you to take the lead, looking up at you like a puppy, waiting for instructions so he doesn’t overstep any boundaries.

So you decide to teach him a lesson. 

No more giving into his pouty face or innocent touches. No more letting him linger around you for longer than necessary. Nothing until he took what he wanted without remorse. 

It went on for days. 

He’d nudge against you, try and hug you for longer, try and get and extra kiss but nope. 

Nothing. 

It was pure torture. 

Bucky had no idea what to do with himself, maybe he was imagining things but it was almost as if you were doing in on purpose. You only wore his over sized tshirts around the house and with his enhances sense he could smell your arousal whenever you were near him. He tried to take care of himself when he was alone but it wasn’t the same, nothing satisfied him. 

He almost cried when you bent over the kitchen island while making lunch, your bare cunt exposed when your his shirt rode up. He was ready to drop down on his knees, pull you back onto his face and drown in your pussy until you were crying and begging for him to stop, till you couldn't possibly cum anymore-

You smirked at the whimper you heard from behind you, your beefy baby looking at you longingly with glassy eyes. You gave him a quick peck before continuing with day; he only had so much self-restraint.  

Poor sweet baby. 

*****

He tried so hard to ignore the throb between his legs but it was painful at this point. His balls were so heavy, so full, his cock was aching, constantly leaking, desperate for you to just fucking touch him. 

You were curled up by his side, your back flush against his check, tucked in his arms while he spooned you from behind, one of his favorite ways to sleep. 

Except tonight. 

Every time your ass gently rutted against him, he itched to roll his hips for a crumb of relief. He felt shame consume him when he finally gave into what his body was screaming for, softly grabbing your hips and pressing it against his erection. He muffled his whimper, burying his face into your neck but that made it so much worse.

You smelled so good, your shampoo, your lotion, the warmth of your skin making his breaths heavier. He fought within himself as he reached down to tug his sweats down just enough to free his cock, God, this felt so wrong. 

This was so wrong, so fucked, so-

He hissed, rubbing his top against your silky folds, unable to stop himself when he knew you wore nothing but his Henley to sleep. He pushed his cock between your plush thighs, letting his length slot between your folds. He lightly rutted himself against you, humping you like a desperate puppy, hoping you wouldn’t wake up, that you’d stay sleeping while he rubbed himself on you. 

It was too much and not enough at the same time. 

Even in your sleep, you responded to him, your arousal soaking him and dripping between your thighs. 

It wasn’t enough. 

He threw caution to the wind, grabbing his cock and pressing it against your entrance. You let out a needy whine in your sleep, your pussy fluttering around his cockhead as he started to inch inside you, panting at the feeling of finally being wrapped around your cunt. 

He wrapped his arm around you to brace your body as he started to roll his hips, gently thrusting, careful not to disturb you. It was bad enough he was fucking you like a pervert, using you while you slept. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, holding himself back from ravishing you, your sweet tight little pussy swallowing him back in every time he pulled out. He was so close, so fucking-

“Jamesss” Your sleepy voice melted into a moan as he started to move faster, panting against your skin. He moved you to lay under him, dropping his weight onto you, finally giving into the primal needs his body was screaming for. He shoved his cock back into you, petting your head softly while hiding his face in your neck, a stark soft contrast compared to the way he fucked you like his life depended on it. 

“I can’t help it, m’sorry, go back to sleep sugar, I just- fuck you’re squeezing me so tight-

He bit down onto his lip to keep from rambling, a high pitched noise escaping him when you clawed at his tensed muscles, grabbing onto his broad shoulders. 

“I-I need it” He whimpered, pulling his cock until it was nearly all the way out before shoving it right back in, making you feel him in your throat “M’sorry-oh fuck fuck-m’sorry sugar, I need it so bad”  

“Take it baby, take what you need” You sleepily cooed, spreading your thighs wider for him and locking your ankles around his lower back. 

“Angel” He whined back, grinding his cock in “Oh fuck my pretty angel, you-you feel so good ‘round my dick baby, s’all swollen and sensitive” 

“Y-yeah?” 

“So so good, my balls-are so-so fucking heavyyy”

“Are they all full baby?” You slurred out, grazing his scalp while he nodded against your skin. He had you caged under him, fucking into you like an animal in heat. Each of your desperate cries made him moan, too lost, too fucked out to register anything else. All he could feel was you, your skin, your scent, your touch surrounding him.

“Too heavy, hurts” He started to thrust faster, letting his balls smack against your ass, feeling the full weight of what was making him so feral. “I wan’ it baby, needed it, needed it so bad, I wanna cum, gonna cum in you”

“M’not on the pill Jamie” You pouted, loving the broken cries that left his lips, hugging your body tighter and fucking you until the bedframe shook. 

“Oh shit, please baby, I don’t-don’t wanna pull out, it’s been too long, you made me wait, let me cum in your pussy, please. Wanted to feel your pussy baby, suck on your clit, theres too much cum, I can’t’-can’t pull out”

“Can’t?” You teased while he shook his head, there was no way he had that much restraint.

“Can’t, I’m sorry, I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum sugar, I can’t pull out, it feels too good, do you feel that angel? Fuck I can feel it swelling, m’so fuckin’ hard right now, I’m gonna cum so much for you!”

“You ever gonna hold back again pretty baby boy?” You nipped his bottom lip while his eyes rolled back, the room filled with the most salacious and pornographic moans. 

“Never-fuck-never-M’gonna take what I want, can’t live without your pussy another day, I’m gonna cum so hard for you baby, take it angel, Oh fuck-I-I’m cumming!”  

Your orgasm washed over you without warning between his filthy unfiltered words, your cunt milking his cock for all he was worth. You gasped at the feeling of his warm cream fill you up, a sticky mess dripping out of you as his cum squirted out each time he continued to thrust back in. 

“Need more angel” He still sounded like a soft sweet why baby but something about the way he looked at you, the firmer grip he had around your waist, the low dark chuckle you’d never heard before as he let out as he started to move again made you gasp. “Take care of me, I need it” 

He sounded so needy but the sound of the headboard hitting the wall said otherwise. 

You created an insatiable monster. 

[buckets-and-trees]

Big Conversation

Collection: Desperate to Devoted Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Millennial Female!Reader Word Count: 1100 Summary: Life keeps moving forward, and so does the relationship that has completely turned around between you and Bucky, including how that will look now in your shared workplace.

Content/Warnings: fluff, new relationship feels

Author Notes: Week five piece for @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer - the prompt was "We're..." with friends with benefits, exes, and enemies to lovers as options - and ticking off TEASING to catch up on January for Build-a-Bucky Bingo.

You were so immersed in studying the map and interpreting the data points on your screen with Conor that you didn’t notice the hush that washed over what was a typical hubbub of noise outside your office, or else you might have guessed someone with A Name in the agency had hit the floor.

Instead, it was the decisive knock on your doorframe that brought you out of deep concentration.

When your eyes clocked the Winter Soldier there, a warm smile split across your face. “Sergeant Barnes! Is it already eleven-thirty?” you asked, glancing down at your watch.

“Nearly,” he replied, smiling back, but you noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Eyes that were scrutinizing the man standing just over your shoulder.

“Bucky, this is Conor Sullivan.”

“I’m the director of the digital media analysis team,” Conor said, his Irish accent more pronounced than usual, and instead of straightening, he maintained the stance he’d adopted to look over your shoulder at the screens.

“I’m an Avenger,” Bucky offered.

You bit your lip to keep from giggling.

The posturing energy in the room was painfully palpable.

“We’ve been looking over the latest social media trends, crossing referencing that with reports we’re getting from some of our agents, and the leads Joaquin has been pursuing in Eastern Europe. The activity of the Flag Smashers is absolutely heating up again, and there’s some definite indicators that some potential leaders of the group may be circling in Tirana.”

“I look forward to the briefing – it’s always gratifying when a hunch my team has turns out to have traction,” Bucky’s words were slightly stilted. “Maybe we put something on the books for after lunch. Do you think your findings will be ready by then, Sullivan?”

“More than enough time, Barnes,” Conor responded.

“Even without this analysis mastermind?” Bucky asked, gesturing to you. “We have a date with HR at eleven-thirty.”

“A date?” Conor asked.

“Sorry,” Bucky quickly corrected, “I meant to say meeting.”

You tried to discreetly put your hand to your stomach to hold in the laughter. This was too much.

“We have a meeting with HR to officially disclose our relationship status,” Bucky further explained.

“Oh, I didn’t know,” Conor started, abruptly straightening.

“Of course not, you’re working with one of the most consummate professionals around, she’s never been messy in the workplace.”

“Not true,” you interjected, your cheeks heating slightly. “I used to be fairly passive aggressive and petty towards you.”

“But you did it in a way that you somehow always maddeningly remained above actual reproach,” Bucky said. “We’re one of those classic enemies to lovers romances for the ages. What do they call it now? End game? Like Taylor and Travis.”

You tilted your head, but you did not risk looking at Conor.

“Taylor and Travis?”

“Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce,” Bucky explained. “There was no animosity for them to overcome, but the true love, end game thing.”

“I… should let you get to your meeting, then,” Conor said, some reticence in his tone.

Bucky came further into your office and Conor passed him on the way out.

Bucky squared his shoulders and didn’t relax his intimidating gaze for one second, but Conor was formidable in his own right – only an inch shorter and with maybe twenty pounds less of muscle, the charming, blond, Irish man didn’t pass for someone who you’d expect to work the office side of things in this building.

“You used to date that guy?” Bucky asked two beats after he’d gone, a boyish, smirking grin on his face as he turned back to you.

“Two dates,” you reminded him, “only two dates, and it was more than a year ago.”

“What kind of name is Conor Brady? Could he be more Irish?”

You laughed. “Your names is James.”

“But I go by Bucky,” he countered, reaching out a hand.

You stood and stepped right up to him, twining your fingers with his. “End game?” you changed the line of post-encounter questioning.

Bucky tugged you close with the one hand, and his vibranium hand came up to cup your cheek. “We haven’t said it with those words, but that enemies wave we rode out? The ordeal just outside of Paris? The past six weeks with you since then? Unless you’re not convinced, I’m all in for the long haul.”

You pressed up on your tiptoes and kissed him in a blazing, euphoric heat. He returned the kiss, circling his arm around your waist while still keeping your fingers twined, and pressed your soft body against his chest.

You could kiss this man for an eternity, but you did finally press him away. “End game for me, too.”

“Yeah?”

The smitten smile on his face made you want to close your door and get to much more than kissing. The feelings that shone through his eyes made your heart swell.

“Yeah,” you affirmed and delivered a quick peck.

Everything with him had always been intense, strong, deep feelings. Now that they were rooted in care and affection, it only made you more sure every day since you’d finally broken down the walls and defenses that had been there before.

“That possessive streak looked good on you,” you teased, but he grinned.

“You like knowing you’re my girl?”

“That’s why we’re declaring our intentions to HR,” you said. “Now let’s go make it official, and then maybe I’ll show you in the back of your car just how much I like it.”

“Damn,” Bucky groaned, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead briefly to yours. “I’m holding you to that.”

You kissed him again, just one more time.

Then you giggled.

“What?” Bucky asked, echoing with a half laugh.

“You really said enemies to lovers?”

“You loved it.”

“And Taylor and Travis?”

“You know I was there next to you when you were scrolling through video after video of London night three last weekend and then Dublin this weekend. I’m invested in them now, too. I can appreciate a man who unapologetically loves his woman.”

“Bucky,” you breathed, heart aching and swelling for this man. He smiled and pulled you out of your office, and you followed happily. He was everything, gave you all the shades you’d hoped to find, someone who was proving to be a true other half, and you couldn’t wait for the days and weeks and months and years ahead and all the ways he’d make you laugh, make you melt, and sometimes both at the same time.

NEXT PART: Too Hot

We've come a long way from their start in Desperate, but I just... want them to be in love and happy and get to have fun moments now. I can't help it! 🫠

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[hersterical]

I want to do unspeakable things to that fictional character (placing them in states of extreme emotional and physical distress that they’ll never fully recover from)

[becca-e-barnes]

Don't tell anyone but I love the thought of pornstar Bucky's girl asking to do livestreams with him. The thought of him taking the chat's lead?? Or reading the filthy things they're saying?? 🤤

"They're making fun of you, sweetheart." Bucky teases between chaste kisses placed to the soft inside of your spread thighs.

'Is she wet already?' The most recent message in the chat makes you squirm in your seat. Not that you're getting very far. Bucky is quite well known for his skills with a rope but he's left you just enough wiggle room that you can still grind your cunt desperately against the chair beneath you. It's not much relief but it's something.

"Of course she's wet already. Aren't you, baby? It doesn't take our girl long to get herself all worked up when she knows she's being watched." Bucky smirks up at you, his fingers trailing over the slick lace of your panties, gathering just enough of your arousal on his fingertips to show the camera.

'Our girl' doesn't sit right with you but you know it's all for show. You're his girl. Only his. Those people watching on the stream, whoever they are, mean nothing to you. You know he'll remind you of that later too. Reminding you that you're 'his girl', holding your chin so he can look into your eyes while he slides every inch of his length home over and over.

You whimper at the flood of messages into the chat as your viewers respond to the crystal clear evidence of your arousal on your partner's fingers.

'Fuck, she's making a mess.' 'Always such a good girl.' 'What I'd give to be able to taste her.'

The comments run up the screen so quickly you don't have time to read them all.

'She's so desperate, what a good little slut.' 'You've hardly even touched her and I'm already hard.'

"You're right, I haven't really touched her much, have I?" Bucky asks while reaching over for the wand vibrator he'd picked out for this stream. He clicks it on and the toy buzzes to life.

He seems satisfied with the lowest setting for now. Not that you are. That setting is almost always just for warm-up and that's not what you need in that moment.

"Please." You whine, tugging against the restraints, only feeling satisfied when your partner presses the soft, silicone tip to your clit, over your panties.

Everything feels heightened despite the low setting. You've been so turned on for so long that anything at all is welcome.

'Such a pretty little thing.' 'She sounds so hot when she whines like that.'

You hadn't even noticed yourself whining, much less the way you tried to grind yourself pathetically on the toy, trying to feel more than the featherlight touch Bucky was offering you.

You felt Bucky flicking the toy up a speed, startled by the groan that left your own throat. It sounded desperate. It was filthy and unrestrained and totally shameless.

"You like that?" Bucky's voice was all that could tear you out of your own head. He rolled the head of the toy in vertical motions, laughing quietly to himself when the sensation made you gasp.

'She's so loud tonight.'

The commenter wasn't wrong. You knew you were louder than usual, a testament to just how much you found yourself enjoying this.

"Sit still, sweetheart." You hadn't really registered what was happening until after it was done, although you'd agreed it beforehand anyway. Bucky carefully tugged the side of your underwear away from your skin, cutting the lace and then mirrored his actions on the other side. With the pretty blue lace in tatters, your sex was fully on display.

Bucky pulled the fabric free from underneath you, balling it up in his hand before pressing it to your lips.

"Good girl. Take it." You hadn't expected this. Automatically, brattiness takes over, your defiant natures tells you not to do as you're told. You hold out for a second, up until the toy clicks up one more speed and when you gasp in surprise, the panties are pushed past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue and you get to enjoy the taste of your own arousal.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Listen. The fact that he was a whole adult before I existed on this plane of the earth is attractive to me, okay?

[kayvsworld]

fun mcu buckytony tunabucket fact of the day they both play piano. thank you mcu for this fun canon buckytony fact

[itsagentromanoff]

Strange: Why would I send you flowers?

Tony: To sabotage my new relationship! [nods to Bucky]

Strange: Oh, Soldier boy? What do I care if you go out with him?