what if i saaaaaid i want my clit sucked by someone who will ignore me when i tell them to stop cause iāve never cum from head and i get nervous whenever i get close so i make people stop, what then??
āYou looked absolutely beautiful tonight.ā Bucky says so softly that it was almost a whisper.
āAnd you looked absolutely handsome tonight.ā You almost whispered.
Bucky kisses you softly, sweetly, and passionately before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to yours and his bedroom. He gently puts you back on the floor next to the bed and gently spins you around so youāre facing the bed. Bucky moves your hair to one side of your neck as he kisses your bare shoulder to your neck, marking up your neck. His hands blindly found the zipper of your dress and unzips it. He pushes the straps off of your shoulders and gives your dress a tug, letting it pool around your feet. You took off your shoes before laying down on your back on the bed. Bucky strips himself of his clothes before getting on top of you. He kisses you once more before kissing down your body, stopping just above the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips as he hooks his fingers in the waistband and takes them off of you, dropping them on the floor. You voluntarily spread your legs. Bucky settles himself in between your legs, his face inches away from your dripping pussy.
āYouāre so gorgeous.ā Bucky softly compliments as he kisses your inner thighs.
You reached a hand down, carding your fingers through his soft brown hair. You gasped when his thumb began to rub your clit in delicate circles. Bucky maintains eye contact with you as he begins to devour you. Your fingers tug on his hair as he does so. His name rolls off of your tongue as if heās listening to the most beautiful love song ever.
āYouāre such a good girl.ā Bucky praises softly.
Then Bucky thrusts a finger into your pussy, thrusting it in a slow and loving pace. Moans keep spilling from your lips from high to soft moans. Bucky is definitely taking his time with you like he always does. He loves being slow, gentle, and passionate with you.
āBuckyā¦ā You moaned breathlessly.
A mix of a moan and a gasp left your lips when Bucky curled his fingers, hitting that one spot inside of you. His fingers kept hitting that spot as your orgasm was building up. You can feel it. Youāre right there.
āAre you going to cum, gorgeous?ā Bucky asks.
āMhmm, yes!ā You moaned.
āCum for me.ā He says so softly that it almost sounded like a whisper.
Your back arched and his name left your lips as you came. Bucky took his fingers out of your pussy and licked you clean. Then he hovers over you and kisses you passionately.
āHowāre you feeling?ā Bucky asks softly.
āAmazing.ā You answered softly.
Bucky kisses you once more before lining his cock at your entrance. A soft moan left your lips as he slid his cock into you till he was fully inside of you. Then he gently grabs ahold of your hands and pins them above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours. He maintains eye contact with you as he begins to thrust in and out of you at a slow and loving pace. He watches every movement you make.
āJamesā¦ā You moaned softly and breathlessly.
āYouāre doing great, babydoll.ā Bucky almost whispers.
Bucky leans down to kiss you passionately and softly. Your lips moved in sync with his. His lips feel soft against yours. Buckyās kisses are always soft and loving. Just the way you love it. He loves treating you like a queen, which is what you are to him.
āI love you, Bucky. So much.ā You murmured softly.
āI love you too, doll.ā Bucky whispers.
Buckyās cock hits that one spot at the right angle over and over. You arched your back, pressing your chest against his. Your mouth falls agape, moans and curse words leaving your lips.
āThere you go, pretty girl. Let it all out.ā He says softly.
The more his cock hit that one spot inside of you, your second orgasm was building up. Buckyās orgasm was building up too, but him, being the gentleman he is, wants you to cum first. He can feel how close you are. He wants your needs to be taken care of first before his.
āAre you going to cum for me again?ā Bucky asks softly.
You moaned and nodded.
āGive it to me, doll. Cum for me.ā He whispers.
Your hands tightened their hold on his hands when you came for a second time.
āThere you go, babydoll. Good girl.ā He praises.
Buckyās thrusts didnāt falter for a second as he got closer to coming. He moans lowly as he cums inside of you. You two stay in that position for a moment, gazing at each other while catching your breath. Then he pulls out of you and lays down next to you.
āYou did so well, babydoll.ā Bucky says softly and kisses the back of your shoulder.
You hummed and smiled. You turned over so you were facing him and kissed him softly.
I find inspiring to remembering those moments and go: "Look, uh, this is happening. I'm not gonna be at my 100% today but when I lay down and I put my head on that pillow at night, I'm gonna feel so much better that at least I give 50% rather than nothing".
SEBASTIAN STAN RECORDING THE NEW EPISODE OF THE PODCAST "STRONGER WITH DON SALADINO" (via @strongerwithdonsaladino Instagram, 26/09/2025)
this bucky making us ride him and being all mean and condescending...but aftercare being sweet šš
first of, i love how we both had the exact same thought to this pic.. and iāve tried my bestš i wanted it to be short, but i went back and edited it, so thatās how we ended up with this 2k word thingy, really shouldnāt call it a drabble anymore..
THIS PIC IS DOING THINGS TO ME GUYSš
tags : this oneās for the goons, i love you guys sm @opheliabbarnes @houseofhyde @sheriff-bodecker @colettebarnes @kiatjuddae @buckyfmd @fucky-barnes82 @mrgrungusthefrog @umbreoni @widowvivi
cw : age gap, smut, mdni
his thighs are spread wide on the edge of the bed, jeans shoved low enough that his cock is hard in his fist. his hairās grown out, silver laced through dark strands, and his beardāfuck, that beardāis peppered white, coarse enough that itāll burn your skin when he drags it over you.
ācāmon, baby,ā his voice is low, torn up by years, by cigarettes once upon a time, by war and whiskey. his toneās not patient. āyou wanted it, didnāt you? all that squirming and whining? show me how bad you want it. get up here and ride me.ā
your knees dig into the mattress as you climb into his lap, thighs bracketing his hips. he just sits, eyes dragging down your body, leaning back on one hand while the other strokes lazy up and down on his cock. that smug little curl at the corner of his mouth tilts something inside you.
you hover over him, your slick already making a mess of his tip, and a whimper leaves you when the head of him nudges against your entrance. but bucky doesnāt move. no, he shakes his head, clicks his tongue. tsks at you. ālook at you, so desperate you canāt even wait. but youāre not just gonna sit pretty and let me do the work, sweetheart. you wanted this cock? gotta earn it. sink down.ā
you brace yourself, putting your hands on his shoulders, and slowly lower. heās thick, stretching you in that way that makes your breath catch, makes your eyes roll. the burn is deliciousand sharp. your walls flutter as you take him inch by inch.
god, heās so thick. how the fuck are you even supposed to breathe with him inside you like this?
thereās always that one impossible second where you swear this time you wonāt fit him, that this is the moment you split in half. but then your body betrays you, greedy in its own dumb way, pulling him deeper like youāve never learned a lesson in your life.
āatta girl,ā he rasps, watching you with hungry eyes.Ā why does praise from him make your cunt ache harder than anything else? pathetic. youāre pathetic for it.
āfuckinā knew you could take it. look at that sweet cunt swallowing me whole.ā
your nails bite into his shoulders, but you donāt dare stop until youāre seated fully, until his cock is buried deep. youāre shaking, your thighs are trembling already, but he just grins up at you like heās got all the time in the world.
ās'full,ā you breathe, lips parting on a moan. funny how the thought that comes to mind now, while youāre melting around his cock is that you should really have done more squats.
ācourse you are. iām the biggest youāve ever had, ain't i?ā he tilts his head, beard brushing your jaw when he leans close enough to murmur it into your ear. ābet none of those boys you fucked before could stretch you like this. bet they couldnāt even keep you satisfied.ā
red floods your cheeks from the truth of it. you try to move, to rock your hips, but his hands snap up, metal fingers locking around your waist. he holds you still, cock twitching deep inside you, and you bite your lip to keep from sobbing.
your brain is a static hiss. like all you can think is that you're stuffed.Ā every nerve is screaming move, but you canāt. he owns the rhythm. he owns you.
āuh-uh,ā he scolds, almost gentle but not quite. āyou move when i tell you. and not a second sooner.ā
it should be studied, how your body argues with itselfāyour cunt begging for more, your brain screaming at you to behave, and somewhere in between, the humiliating realization that youād let him keep you like this for hours if he wanted. you'd probably encourage him to keep you like this.Ā
you whimper, squirming in his grip, your pussy clenching around him like your bodyās asking for more.Ā you notice how small you sound and how honest that smallness is, and it makes you want to please him harder.
ājesus, youāre tight. squeezinā me like youāre already about to cum.āĀ
you want to snap back, tell him heās not that special, just for show at the very least. but your cunt betrays you, fluttering like itās agreeing with his every word.
his hand moves, flesh palm sliding up your chest until he pinches your nipple, rolling it hard enough to make you gasp. āall i did was sit you on my cock and youāre losinā your mind. pathetic little thing.ā
you whine, eyes squeezing shut, but bucky growls, āopen āem. look at me ā look me in the eyes while you ride me.ā
fuck, you do, and it ruins you, because how are you supposed to hold his stare when youāre already unraveling? you feel like you should apologize for being this weak, this easy, but the apology just melts on your tongue as another moan instead.
when you obeyed, his grip loosens, and he nods. āgo on then. show me how good you can fuck yourself on me.ā
you start slow, lifting yourself on shaky thighs and sinking back down with a moan. his cock drags against every nerve inside you, so thick itās almost too much. you do it again, a little faster, and his beard splits with a wide grin. you just canāt help but think that he looks gorgeous like this.
āthere you go. fuck, look at you. tits bouncinā, mouth hanginā open.. you look like a slut made just for this cock.ā
you whimper at his words, your rhythm slipping when the burn in your thighs builds.Ā
ātired already?ā he mocks, leaning forward, chest brushing your tits. āwhatās the matter, sweetheart? canāt keep it up? you begged for this.ā you did beg for this. pictures of it flash into your mind.Ā
you shake your head now, trying to keep moving even as tears prick your eyes, even when you feel your knees almost giving out. ān-no, i canāā
āyou can what? show me.ā his hand snaps to your ass, big palm landing with a sharp smack. the sting makes you yelp, makes you clamp down around him. he groans. āoh, she likes that, huh? dirty fuckin' girl.ā
you feel like a work of art being vandalized, but that just makes your cunt ache harder.
you bounce harder, driven by his taunts, the sound of your skin slapping against his filling the room. every thrust sends sparks shooting through your belly, every grind of your clit against his pubic hair has you trembling closer to the edge.
buckyās hands roam everywhere nowāone squeezing your tits, the other fisting in your hair, dragging your head back so he can mouth at your throat as he pleases. his beard scrapes your skin raw in the best way, his teeth leaving marks just to prove youāre his.
one of your hand slips up without thinking, fingers curling into that thick salt-and-pepper beard. itās coarse, scratchy against your palm, you don't mean to, but you tug at it, and he groans. it sends another shiver racing down your spine like you just unlocked a cheat code you didnāt know existed. you can only whimper, becauseĀ god, heās older, rougher, and he knows it.
he pulls back, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his cock grinds deep inside you. āyeah? you like this, baby?ā he drags his beard over the soft skin of your chest, down to your nipple, scraping until you whine louder. ālike an older man takinā you apart with his cock? you like feelinā that beard burn on your skin while i use you?ā
his words are mocking, sure, but it feels suspiciously close to holyālike confession pressed out of you by the drag of his cock and the scrape of his beard.
you canāt answer. just a broken little sound escapes you, that makes him chuckle against your breast. the scrape of his beard leaves you aching in a way that feels obscene, and you clutch at him tighter, whimpering into his hair.
āthatās what i thought,ā he licks over the sore spot heās just claimed. āall those pretty boys never had this. never had you moaning just from a beard against your tits. youāre mine now, sweetheart.ā
ānow, show me. ride me like you're mine,ā he growls against your ear. ātake it. take every fuckinā inch and donāt you dare stop ātil you cum.ā
you sob, hips slamming down, chasing the heat building fast. ābuckyāā
āwhatās that? canāt even talk?ā he chuckles as his cock drives deeper into you. āfuck, you sound so good when youāre stupid on my dick.ā
the degradation in his tone, and the meanness of it all makes you all the more wetter, makes your orgasm crawl up so fast.Ā
he feels it too. you know it when his hand slips between your thighs, thumb circling your clit with a ruthless precision. āyeah, thatās it. cum for me, baby. make a mess all over my cock. show me how bad you need it.ā
youāre babbling nonsense in your headāthank you, fuck, please, donāt stopābut none of it makes it to your mouth.
itās too much. the words, the pressure, the beard, the way his cock splits you openāit all crashes over you, making your vision go white. and you understand this is what folks mean when they say they can āsee god'. and you cry out, clenching hard around him, thighs shaking as your release soaks him.
you donāt even sound like yourself anymore. you're just some broken, fucked-out thing he pulled apart with his cock.
āfuckinā knew it,ā he snaps his hips up into you as you ride out your high. āknew youād be such a good slut for me.ā
he doesnāt stop, doesnāt let up even as you shudder. his rhythm grows rougher until his head tips back.
āwhere do you want it, baby? huh? inside? you want me fillinā you up like the greedy little thing you are?ā
you nod frantically, words already gone, voice already gone.
he growls and thrusts hard. the heat of him spills inside you, as he holds you down on his lap, groaning your name as he empties.
his release fills you to the brim, and leaks out, making you clench harder to hold it back in. now, the roomās just ragged breaths and the sound of your heartbeats.
then, like someone flipped a switch, buckyās hands stroke down your back, soothing you. he kisses your temple, beard scratching the skin tenderly.
āeasy, sweetheart. you did so good for me.ā his voice is gentle now, so soft and warm for you. āsuch a good girl.ā the praise is a contrast to the filth that came out of his mouth mere minutes ago.
you collapse against him, cheek pressed to his chest, and he rubs slow circles into your spine.
āhurts?ā he asks, and when you shake your head, he kisses your hair anyway. āgonna get you some water in a minute. but for now.. just stay. let me hold you.āĀ there is always a soft afterwith him; the same man who says the mean things tucks you like nothing ever happened.
his cock softens inside you, and he just rocks you slow, fingertips tracing patterns all over your skin.
ālove you, baby,ā he whispers into your hair. he voices it so you know it, even if he fucks you like he hates you.Ā
and you know it is true. because no matter how filthy, how degrading his words get when heās buried inside you, heāll always be the man who holds you after like youāre the most precious thing heās ever known.
The sex should be as disrespectful as possible and the aftercare as soft and gentle as possible. Fuck her like a whore and hold her like a princess after
love the idea of getting someone dripping wet to the point where iām able to push inside them so easy, chuckling and remarking āyou need it that bad, huh?ā before burying my face in their neck and fucking them so deep and rough.
Parents are for telling their children who they're supposed to be. We're here to give you tools, to help you make fools of yourselves, all on your own. Your choices, Clark. Your actions. That's what makes you who you are. Tell you something, son. I couldn't beā¦ more proud of you.
Itās past midnight. Iām exhausted. My bones are tired. My soul is tired. Iām sleeping in, and if anyone so much as breathes near my door before noonā¦ weāre gonna have words.
Hereās all Iāve got in me: Youāre allowed to rest. You donāt have to earn it. Just being here, trying your best, is enough.
Thatās it. Thats all I have left in me, goodnight.
P.S. If itās past midnight and youāre still scrolling? Yeah, youāre tired too. Bed. Now.
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