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18 + ⋆𐙚₊˚ any/prns bucky luvr ⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

[cutiepiebuckychi]

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bucky barnes x f!reader ⋆.˚ 596 words

── .✦ after begging for weeks, you finally get to peg your boyfriend and reduce him to that slobbering mess you've always wanted to see him as.

── .✮ 18+ content / mdni , pegging , anal , sub!bucky , ass smacking , bucky is taller than you but it doesn't matter that much , overstimulation , petnames ( baby , slut )

── .୨ৎ this is literally the thing i want most in my entire life btw.

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"Oh, oh fuck, baby-" Bucky chokes out, panting and gasping as you push deeper.

His hole clenches around your cock, and you let out a soft laugh in response. God, you've wanted this for so long. Thought about it for over a year. Fantasised over it for months. Only had the courage to tell him a few weeks ago.

And now? You're in, literally.

The dildo is a neon, glittery pink, and it's currently rubbing against his prostate. You can tell it is by Bucky's moans, which sound more like howls at the moment. He's seconds away from ripping one of your pillows to shreds, too.

"Careful, baby," you reprimand, smacking one of his ass cheeks. It's tinted pink, which makes your stomach coil tighter. "If you rip it, I'm not pulling out for another hour."

The moan that leaves him in response is weak. Another hour? He'd die. He'd die right here, with your dick in his ass, and his cock hard as rock, and with his balls unemptied.

"Ah- Ahnnn.. Unnhh.." he pants and moans. The sounds were breathy at first, but now? Now they're all over the place. High pitched when you make any sudden, new movements, and low pitched once he gets used to the sensation. Right now, they're sounding rather low.

"I nnn… I need-! Uhhhnn.. Need, need…" he fails to speak.

"Need what, hm?" you reply, reangling the dildo to hit a new spot when he tries to respond, shutting him up.

"Mmnnn.. Mm- Moreeee!"

He can barely even get a singular word out, not with all that thrusting you're doing. Despite the fact that he's taller and much bigger than you, as well as stronger, you're bouncing him all over the place. Up, and down, and up, and down, and up, and down… The sheets crinkle under his body, already ruined by all the pre-come he's leaked.

"You want more, huh? My slut wants more?" you pant, starting to feel a little out of it yourself. Your eyebrows pinch together as you watch his hole clench around the dildo, imagining how he'd feel if you had a real dick in his ass.

Tight. Hot. Slick.

You moan at the thought.

"Ahhnn.. Ah, ah, ah!" Bucky's moans continue. They're getting further and further apart, which means he's close. You angle yourself just right, aiming for the spot that makes him shake and tip forwards.

Your pillow tears with an audible riiiip when he comes, vibranium fingers holding onto the fabric for dear life. His come goes everywhere. Spilling over his stomach, spurting onto his chest, dripping on the bed underneath him.

You slow your movements down, pulling back until just the tip of the dildo is inside. Allowing him to come down from his high. Watching the way he struggles to collect himself.

It takes a few moments, but eventually he looks back at you with a fucked out smile. "That was good. Like.. really good.."

Your hand smooths over his ass as he croaks those words out. His chest isn't rising and falling as eratically anymore, and he's no longer whimpering and slobbering into your pillow.

You can't have that.

The dildo shoves all the way back inside in just a split second, pressing harshly against his prostate. Bucky's moan is more of a scream, full of shock and overstimulation.

"Wh- Whuh-" he gasps, confused and already starting to shake again.

"I told you I'd stay in for another hour if you ripped the pillow, didn't I?"

The alarmed whimper he lets out is like music to your ears.

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Bucky who's finally relaxing.

bucky barnes x f!reader ⋆.˚ 463 words ── .✮ 18+ content / mdni

⟡ ݁ Bucky who, since retiring and moving into this new place with you, has fully settled down. No more fighting, or shooting, or tactical gear. Just sweatpants, and gardening, and flipping pancakes.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who wakes you up each morning with breakfast in bed. The wooden tray is commonly covered in freshly plucked fruits, yummy juice, warm coffee, and scrambled eggs. He scoots up next to you, presses a kiss to your forehead, and then carefully lifts the fork up to your awaiting lips.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who's softening up. Not only personality wise, but physically. His thighs are thicker, which he complains endlessly about. Not because of the weight, no, but because he has to go into the city to buy new pants. He wants to stay here, with you. His tummy pushes out more, too. Pressing against your back when he wraps his arms around you, warming up your hands when you play with it.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who always feels full down there. No, not in his stomach (though, to be fair, that's rather common), but his balls. He finds it embarrassing at first, but then you give him the most mind shattering blowjob of his life, and he suddenly doesn't mind it as much anymore. Especially not when he's deep inside of you, moaning and whimpering as he comes, and comes, and comes, and comes..

⟡ ݁ Bucky who doesn't bother with cologne as much anymore. There's nobody else around to smell clean and new for, so he lets it go. Plus, it isn't like it annoys you. If anything, it just makes you cling to him harder. He smells good. A delicious mix of his shampoo, and musk, and aftershave, and sweat.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who finally has the time to indulge you. He lets you peg him, lets you eat his ass, lets you tie him up, lets you spank him, lets you sit on his face, lets you boss him around... In return, he tries out all sorts of new positions with you and fucks you on every surface in the house. He normally prefers the softer things, like cuddle-sex, or spooning. But, after being alone with you in this cabin for a few months, he's expanded his interests. Doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, t-square, sixty-nine, and a whole lot more that he doesn't know the specific terms for.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who spends his days soaking up the warm sun. He watches you pluck at some flowers, smiles when you place them in a glass, and then accepts your gift. The glass is placed on the small table next to him, and he pulls you up into his lap. You're beautiful. While he loves sitting here, staring at the scenery, watching the birds fight over food, you're by far his favourite thing to look at. His pretty girl.

[cutiepiebuckychi]

Take it all.

bucky barnes x f!reader ⋆.˚ 242 words

── .✦ your boyfriend loves making you a mindless mess.

── .✮ 18+ content / mdni , daddy kink ( 1 time ) , no use of y/n , p in v , teasing , praise , sort of demeaning ( in a sexy way , though )

── .୨ৎ i kind of only just realised it's helpful to add these so ermmm. here we are. not proof read. i'm freeballing all of this

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"There you go.. Doing so good for me, huh?" Bucky murmurs, swiping his fingers over your folds, collecting some slick. He licks them off right after, moaning at the taste.

"So tight, taking me so well," he groans. His vibranium hand is holding onto your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh there.

"Such a good girl."

"You feel that, hm?"

"God, look at you. Can't even speak.."

You can't. You really can't. The only thing that leaves you is a quiet guh, which he laughs at.

His hips are pressed flush against yours, cock pushed all the way inside, balls pulsing and full. His tip is kissing your womb, leaking pre-come against the organ.

"Gonna fuck you sooo full, hmm?" he pants, little grunts and groans escaping his mouth as he speaks.

You want that. Oh, God, you want that so bad. Want to be so full of him that your tummy bulges out, so full that it leaks out.

"Daddy," is the first word you manage to choke out after being reduced to garbled moans and gasps for so long.

A loud, gutteral groan leaves his throat, followed by him pulling all the way out and slamming back in. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckk...

"Yeah? That's how it is, huh?" he pants. Both of his hands are on your hips now, digging in hard enough to bruise, using your body as leverage for his sharp thrusts.

"Fucking take it, then."

[cutiepiebuckychi]

Completely and utterly full.

bucky barnes x f!reader ⋆.˚ 267 words

── .✦ your boyfriend is big.

── .✮ 18+ content / mdni , big dick bucky barnes , p in v , mentioned fingering & pussy eating , fucked dumb

── .୨ৎ god's pettiest decision was making bucky barnes fictional. i need that monstrous d irl pls ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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"Ohhhh- Oh, god."

You can't do anything else but make your shock, and your pleasure, audibly known.

It's too hard to move, too hard to string words together, too hard to even breathe, because you're so full.

He's fucking huge.

"You're doing- uhh, fuck.. Doing good, baby," comes Bucky's strained voice. His hands are clinging onto your hips, and he's clearly trying his hardest to not start pummelling into you.

God, he'd been fingering you and eating you out for atleast a fucking hour. Both because he enjoys teasing you, and also because you really needed to be prepared for the stretch.

And it wasn't even enough. Small, breathy and whiny noises leave you as you sit there. Back arched, pussy soaked, eyes lidded, brain melting. You swear the length of him goes all the way up to your throat.

"Hahh, you're so tight.. Hnngh, fuckk," he groans, rolling his hips a little. Somehow, he's just as affected as you. His lips are parted, and he's panting, all while groaning under his breath. You catch the sight of a glob of drool right before he licks it away.

"James," is the first actual word that leaves you, outside of a curse or a garbled moan. His hands go from tight to bruising within seconds, and he pushes into you with a sharp thrust.

The noise you let out doesn't even register in your mind, but you're sure a lot more follow. Your hands are holding desperately onto his shoulders, attempting to keep some leverage while he moves below, and inside, of you.

Full.

You. Are. So. Full.

[cutiepiebuckychi]

Bucky who's a pervert.

bucky barnes x f!reader ⋆.˚ 429 words ── .✮ 18+ content / mdni

⟡ ݁ Bucky who can't help but stare at your behind as you walk away to put your things in your cubby. You just introduced yourself to him with an adorably sweet smile, and here he is. Swallowing down an embarrassing amount of drool as he watches your ass jiggle while you walk off.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who is trying his absolute best to ignore the way your thighs press together when you sit down. Not a single gap of space between that soft pudge of yours. He thinks of having his head between them, or maybe his cock. Thinks of the pressure, and the warmth, and the... shit. He's getting hard just thinking about it.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who wishes he was never tasked with laundry duties this week. A pair of panties that has to be yours is calling his name, sat ontop of a pile of dirty clothes and towels like a damn piece of treasure. He can't stop himself from grabbing the fabric and shoving it in his pocket, hands already shaking from the mere thought of what he can do with it.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who tunes his enhanced hearing just right so he can hear your soft gasps and pleasured whimpers at night. The thrum of whatever vibrator you're using is pushed to the side. He always tries his best to ignore it. He doesn't want to think about something that isn't him pleasing you. He simply pretends he's there instead.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who creates an instagram, twitter, tiktok, tumblr, fuck, even facebook account, just so he can stalk you. Hurriedly removing the accidental like he gives to one of your damn near four-years-old bikini photo. Panic and anxiety is shooting through his veins, but he doesn't stop himself from scrolling further.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who immediately regrets tagging along with Steve to the training room. Of course you're there, too. And of course you're sparring with Nat, who absolutely beats your ass. And of course you're only in loose sweatpants and a training bra. He's so busy watching the way your tits bounce as you pant and struggle to get up that he doesn't even notice Steve calling him over to the wrestling mat.

⟡ ݁ Bucky who plays recordings of your voice late at night. Palming himself slowly to the sound of your lazy morning voice. Scissoring himself to that bossy tone of yours that you have on missions. Wrapping your panties – the pair he stole all those fucking weeks ago – around his cock as he listens to your moans and whines, playing through the microphone he snuck into your room earlier that day.