#metal arm

[gracepureautumn]

I’ve been working and reworking this Bucky Barnes portrait 🙃

I’ve rewatched Civil War, and damn Bucky is 🔥

This drawing will eventually include the metal arm, and I know I’ll get a headache trying to get it perfect.

[shamrockqueen]

Naughty excerpt

Pairing : Bucky X Reader PWP

Warnings : R18, Smut, immediate Smut, painful teasing, short work

Word count : 723

- It was something quick I made today inspired by this post by @buckybarnesbestdoll

His hips rocked up, shucking his cock through your weak core, tearing through you to slam at the back of your cunt. It made you shake in his arms as they snaked over your body. You try to hold his gaze, only to catch it lingering between your legs, drinking in the sight of his member sinking into your wet folds. He dragged himself back out as he lifted your hips, all before meeting them again with a shallow thrust of his own.

The fingers on his cold hand dug into your skin, the metal plates of his wide palm pinching around your weak little throat. He kept your gaze locked on his dark reflection in the mirror ahead of you. His dangerous blue eyes stared back, making the blood freeze in your body like cracked ice against your skin.

The warm fingers of his other hand drew heat from your lower body as he dug at your throbbing bud. He had you squirming in his cock, deeply seated in your tight, warm channel. Your inner walls still stung from his initial intrusion, leaving you weak and horribly sensitive.

His voice dragged along your ear, pricking your ears along with the rough texture of his beard.

“You see what I see, doll?”

You winced as his thumb pressed harder on your aching pearl before backing over it. He didn’t wait for an answer, tightening his metal fingers around that delicate windpipe as he spoke again.

“My greedy…”

He pressed these fingers back down, delighting in the sight of your legs twitching, but even more so in the tears welling in your eyes as you struggled to match his gaze through the mirror.

“…needy..”

He kept grinding that deep and heavy voice along your ear as he rolled his hips from below. Your thighs pulled further apart, and you had to try and grit your teeth to keep from breaking apart in his tight embrace.

“..DESPERATE SLUT.”

You couldn’t take it. You cried out as loudly as his grip had allowed, shutting your eyes as a wave of hard pleasure wracked your little body. He could feel that you’d pull apart at any second, but not the way he wanted you to.

Those fingers left your neck for a second to lock around your jaw, jerking your face back in view of the mirror. It forces your eyes back open in shock, and with air rushing back into your lungs, you take in the full picture of what was reflected back at you.

Your hip joints were pulled so that he could spread your legs for the mirror—a little show of his own making. It painted a painful picture across the glass, beautiful and tear-stained.

He yelled at you this time, righting his arms around your body before standing with you solely in his hold. Your feet dangled over the floor, leaving your body bent as his hands and cock tore through your flower and bud. He lifted your back up to the mirror, where his eyes could lock with yours.

“Keep those eyes on me when I make you cum.”

You can barely muster any words before he hammers himself through your quacking inner walls. His strong legs could be seen flexing in his reflection as they held you both upright. You could only lock your fingers around his solid arms as he voiced you on his thick cock, breaking that tightly wound knot still wound around your belly until it finally snapped as the rough drag of his calloused fingers.

His eyes never left yours, even as they blurred with hot tears before clearing back over as they spilled down your cheeks. You watched, mind nearly melted, as his cock pistoned through your open core. You feel the warm brush of his ragged breath fanning across your wet chin, all as you watch his face pinch and his teeth grind together.

His cock seized, the slam of his hips stuttering as he spilled into you. You were momentarily readjusted in his arms as he held himself inside you.

He released his hold on your throat, choosing instead to carefully guide his metal fingers along your body before circling over your waist to better hold you up. Your feet still never reached the ground, but you wouldn’t have been able to stand anyway.

[stuckyfingers]

The sound that arm makes

[shatter-days]

i hope 2024 is kind

[s0urw00lf]

Comfort

Bucky barnes x Reader

Here’s a short little soft!bucky fluff Drabble

Bucky needs comfort after finally accepting that steve is gone, after coming home from fighting the flag smashers with Sam.

You woke to the sound of the front door being shut, immediately knowing its Bucky from the sound of his heavy combat boots. You smiled turning over to see Bucky standing still as if he was a thief that had been caught. “Hey there handsome” you greeted, a sleepy smile making its way to your face. “Hey doll” he greeted back, sitting next to your feet, taking his shoes off. “Home for good” you asked, to which he nodded “everyone’s safe” he said, a small smile gracing his lips. But you could see he sadness in his eyes that he failed to hide from you. You frowned sitting up “what’s a matter?” You asked. Bucky let out a small laugh at the fact that he really couldn’t hide from you even when he tried. The smile quickly left his face, replaced by a frown. “Steves really gone” he whispered, voice cracking. You felt tears begin to form in your eyes, “i know” you said moving to sit on his lap facing him, placing your hands on his face, felling the short stubble of his beard. He looked up at you with saddened eyes, like an abused puppy. You wanted nothing more than to protect him from all the worlds evil. “He’d be proud of you, seeing your growth” you said with a soft smile. You knew in these moments Bucky had trouble talking about what he’s feeling, so you stood up from his lap, making your way to your bathroom and turning on the shower to a warm setting that you knew Bucky liked and grabbed a towel from the bathroom closet placing it on the sink. You retuned to the bedroom seeing Bucky sitting in the same spot.

You carefully made your way over to him, he seemed as if he was in a daydream, you knew whatever it was it couldn’t be helping his mood so you softly grabbed his hand, breaking him out of it. You pulled him up from the bed and lead him to the bathroom. “Take a shower, ill make you something to eat for when you get out, and then we can go to bed. Kay?” You asked softly. He nodded pulling you close by your hand and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead “thank you doll” he whispered. You smiled up at him before walking out to make him some food. You didnt make anything extravagant just a pasta you knew he liked. You went back to the bedroom, to the closet and picked out some underwear and sweats, since Bucky prefers not to sleep in a shirt. As you sat the clothes on the bed and went back to the kitchen to make him a plate, because you heard him shut off the water. About two minutes later he walked out of the bedroom. He sat down at the counter and you placed the plate of food in front of him. “Eat, i know you haven’t in a while” you told him. He smiled again laughing at how well you knew him. He ate his food and joined you on the couch, watching tv where you both drifted off to sleep, holding each other.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Random Thoughts: Bucky Barnes

The Metal Arm

Contrary to what most people think Bucky actually loves it when his girl touches his metal arm.

It’s one of his biggest insecurities to be sure, he has a bad relationship with it (as one would imagine) but he enjoys it when his girl enjoys it, and that’s the only time he likes it.

On hot nights when no matter how much he turns up the AC for you, you’re still hot, your period giving you hot flashes that you believe are going to be the death of you, you wrap your entire upper body around the cool metal that never seems to change temperature and you finally drift off to sleep. After a night drinking with the girls, Natasha and Pepper dropping you back off at your shared apartment clearly able to hold much more liquor than you (though Bucky notices how Pepper often ends up leaning against the assassin as well before going home) your entire body is hot and you will always strip completely bare to fix the problem. It often leaves Bucky with his own problem that he needs to take care of as he refuses to touch you when you’ve had more than 3 drinks, but once he does and he crawls into bed your body finds its way around the chilled metal and you pass out clinging to him like a baby gorilla attached to its mother.

It makes Bucky feel useful

Like the metal arm can actually do something good for once

Bucky however, hates touching you with it.

If you don’t instigate the contact then he will never let the vibranium touch your perfect skin. He knows that you insist it’s okay, and that you love it but he doesn’t love it. He knows how much you enjoy the metal fingers wrapped around your throat on those nights that you want him to be particularly rough with you and while he will always give you what you want, it scares him to see something that’s brought so much pain to people wrapped around your delicate, perfect throat.

Slowly but surely you are helping him learn to enjoy the prosthetic in some way, even if it takes a while to get there. You are nothing if not patient and that’s one of the things Bucky loves the most about you, he needs patience from people more than anything as he acclimates to living life in this century as a normal person and you know and respect that completely.

He has learned to like you holding his metal hand as well. That one took the longest, he was always afraid of breaking your fingers if he so much as twitched but you let him know he was over reacting just a bit and took your time helping him get used to it. The feeling that he has in the fake limb (which isn’t as much as a real arm but was at least some kind of sensation) was enough that he enjoyed holding your smaller hand in his own, often bringing it to his lips to kiss your skin and sneakily checking to ensure he had not bruised your soft flesh.

The arm has always been an issue for the super soldier and probably always would be in some form, but he can say you’ve helped him enjoy it at least a little bit. He is now seeing some small perks of it which is helping him live with it just a bit more comfortably and that’s all you could ever ask for. And you’re all Bucky could ever ask for.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Random Thoughts

[just-a-scratch-man]

Ballister and his robot arm

[glebuloidcannottumble]

Bucky from 20/8/2021 according to my phone. gotta put dates on these

[pinup-pigeon]

Okay here we goooo!

This is a series of beach pinups inspired by modern pinups a la sports illustrated swim! I’ll post one per week until July 4th, when I’ll post Steve’s pinup. First up will be Bucky!

Stay tuned for another pinup next week 😉

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

[justarandomgirly]

[gracepureautumn]

HELP. Which background??

This is my labor of love for Bucky. Illustration by me in Procreate, mostly with willow charcoal brushes.

Please credit me if you share this on other social networks! @Anne Kostecki

[martins-canned-peaches]

I just made a chart and I feel it is crucial that everyone see

[violettry]

more furry edward elrick sketch studies.

[honestlyobsessed]

Finally watched Dragons Rising. I love Sora.

Sora being a big sister for Arin is the cutest thing ever.

[therealnickfury]

Fury

I swear I didn't do anything

But

✨️hypothetically✨️

What would you say if I may or may not have stolen Bcuky's arm several times since he got on here like two weeks ago.

I might say that Bucky needs his arm for missions but if it’s there for them then Bucky better use his skills to get it back.