what are your Thots on bucky with a pussy and how does steve like to fuck it *hands k a microphone*
Wow, I am just…I am so honored to have been asked such a question, to have even been thought of to join this Pussy Buck Moment. The thoughts are flowing, I have been marinating in them, let us begin.
In this Ask response I will be discussing the ways in which Steve prefers to enjoy Bucky’s pussy, at times in great detail, because…quite frankly and lovingly—we are sluts.
For reference purposes you can find Cass’s gorgeous work here and S’s banger here.
Don’t think on it too hard; this is Bucky with a pussy, plain and simple and deliciously. Also, these are my Pussy Buck thoughts; other people probably have completely different thoughts.
If you want to continue reading, by all means do so. If it isn’t your thing then keep on scrolling, friend.
The overarching theme in my response is that Steve loves to play with Bucky’s pussy, that Daddy adores Bucky’s pussy. He loves touching it, he loves kissing at it, he loves making it messy and swollen, loves watching it take his fingers, his cock, loves making it come.
It seems Steve’s hands always manage to wander down into Bucky’s shorts, under his own oversized shirt on Bucky’s body, into his briefs, when they’re home or even when they aren’t. The two of them can’t lay on the couch, Daddy’s front pressed along the line of Bucky’s back, without Steve’s hand meandering purposefully between Bucky’s legs. Bucky is so used to being touched so intimately and so frequently, has become accustomed to being Daddy’s bitty toy, that he barely makes a noise when Steve first palms at him.
That doesn’t mean Bucky doesn’t make it the whiniest, breathiest noise upon contact though.
“Just a little bit, sugar. Wanna touch, lemme feel you. Just keep watchin’ the movie, that’s it…” Steve whispers into Bucky’s cheek but they both know that once Steve starts, he is unable to stop until Bucky is to the point of tears he’s so blissed out.
Daddy takes his time with Bucky’s pussy, touches him slowly, deeply. He squeezes at Bucky’s mound, stokes up and down the line of his slit, palms at the front of him, tugs at the hair there. He’ll run his fingers from his clit and down, smears the growing wetness all around that pussy as he coos lightly into Bucky’s ear, a sign of how happy Bucky and his body have made him.
And it’s only when Bucky has had enough teasing, one too many unintentional grazes over his achy clit, that Bucky’s chest will shake as he begs in a tiny voice, “D-Daddy…”, right into Steve’s cheek with a turn of his head as he reaches down to touch Steve’s hand where it rests at his center. The arm pillowed beneath Bucky’s cheek, his neck, flexes, a hand on his chest flexing as well, working to pull Bucky’s thighs further apart with a purr, draping one back across his own.
He’s got a voice reserved just for Bucky’s pussy, talks to Bucky but is obviously talking to his pussy, drops his voice into a tone of treasure and honey and sin.
“Know just what that hungry, pretty thing needs, baby. Mhmm…”
Bucky likes his clit touched with two fingers, nice circular motions with a decent amount of pressure. Most of the time Steve plays with him so much and so thoroughly prior to even reaching for his clit, that Bucky’s more than a little aroused. His lips are puffy, his clit is swollen, he can feel the slick between his legs, knows he’s going to leave a mess behind that Steve will want to lick up. So, by the time Steve presses two thick fingers blissfully tight against Bucky’s clit at the same time he presses his lips to Bucky’s cheek, Bucky is gasping in his Daddy’s arms.
Bucky sometimes wonders if his Daddy is into sadism, the swirl and rub and press of his fingers against Bucky’s clit always dissolving him into a complete and utter mess, damn near torturous. He knows Bucky so incredibly well, knows the signs of an approaching orgasm, knows the way Bucky’s body draws taut, the way his noises take on a hysterical edge.
Bucky is wrapped up in his Daddy’s embrace, his Daddy’s hand working lazy yet determined magic on him, Daddy’s mouth at his ear giving his own façade of nonchalance away with his labored breaths. And each and every time Bucky’s own breath hitches, his fingers dig into Steve’s forearm, and then older man’s actions slow, his movements shift.
“Daddy, no…”
“Sweet boy,” Steve purrs into his ear with a hot exhale, wet fingers slipping up under Bucky’s shirt, plucking at his nipples. “You keep cryin’ as if I don’t know exactly what you and this greedy pussy needs. M’your Daddy, Buck. Know just how to make this pussy weep, know just how to love on it to make it come. You should be thankin’ your Daddy. Say ‘thank you, Daddy’…”
Bucky barely chokes the words out before Daddy is pinching at his clit, pulling, fingers circling the sensitive nub, and he’s shattering, pussy pulsing around nothing, eyes rolling back into his head as Daddy talks him through it. Steve teases him so much his first orgasm always feels like it lies on the side of release instead of pleasure.
“That’s it, sugar. There you go, c’mere…”
Fingering Bucky is up high on the list of Steve’s favorite ways to touch Bucky. It never lasts long though. Once Steve feels inside of Bucky, feels how snug and warm and slick he is between his legs, Steve gets impatient. He’ll feed Bucky a few fingers, hold him around the waist and slip first one and then two of his fingers deep inside of Bucky’s soft pussy, stroking right at his sweet spot.
Just a few strokes of his fingers and Daddy wants his cock wrapped up in the same warm and wet way his fingers are. Which brings us to Steve’s favorite way to love up on Bucky’s pussy—he likes to keep it stuffed.
Daddy likes to cockwarm.
Daddy likes to be so fucking buried in that pussy, loves to soak in it, to savor Buck’s pussy. He circles his fingers around Bucky’s sensitive clit as he finally spreads Bucky’s legs, his lips, groans as he slips and settles up in there. His mouth would spill over for a moment, he’d be so overwhelmed with how tight and how warm Bucky is, “You’re just the best for your Daddy, lettin’ his cock enjoy this pretty pussy, yeah? So wet for me, fuck. Mmm, you’ve had yours, sugar—lemme have mine now. Just lay here and watch this movie while Daddy enjoys you some more…”
And Steve absolutely drags that shit out. He gets in a good hour or two before Bucky can’t stand it any more. If he’s lucky though, Bucky falls asleep all post-orgasm haze, warm and snug against his Daddy’s body, low lights because of the movie. But that’s if he’s lucky. Because Daddy likes to keep Bucky awake and aware, likes to keep him clenching and milking at his Daddy’s cock, all whimpery and needy. Of course he ignores Bucky, pays little to no attention to his mewls and his huffs, is entirely focused on the pulse of that pussy around his Daddy dick.
Bucky would be close to the point of tears by the time their movie ends, Steve wrapping him up in his big Daddy arms and squeezing him tight, mouthing at his neck.
“Daddy, I can’t…I’m—”
“So good to your Daddy, lettin’ him play with you this way, lettin’ him enjoy you this way. You wet? Huh? Tell Daddy,” Steve whispers gruffly into Bucky’s ear, hips kicking up slow and deep, just enough for them to hear that unmistakable and lewd noise of Bucky’s messy pussy, that squelch. But Bucky’s past the point of being embarrassed, doesn’t have the brain power to be anything but right at his Daddy’s mercy. So of course he goes along with it, slurs, “M’so wet, Daddy. So achy, make my pussy so wet.”
His hips start kicking up, start swirling, but it’s just a tease because it’s all Daddy lets him have with that arm tight around his waist. But it’s enough of a pulse to make Bucky mewl, to grab for his Daddy’s hand and bring it down between his legs with a pitiful, “D-Daddy…”
Steve doesn’t do anything different but swirl his fingers right around that achy clit just like Bucky wants. He lets his baby’s body beg for its orgasm, hips bucking, pussy pulsing, his mouth at Bucky’s ear as he murmurs, “That’s it, sugar—come on your Daddy’s cock. Milk it. Wanna feel that pussy come.” And Steve holds Bucky so goddamn close as he fucks himself back on his Daddy, when he shakes apart right in his arms, hand patting down, slapping down, on Bucky’s pussy, his clit, as he purrs into Bucky’s cheek.
The basement deep groan that Daddy lets out into Bucky’s skin as he puts his best efforts towards catching his breath almost makes him come again.
“What do you wanna watch next, baby…?”
And when Daddy finally gets to the point where he himself can’t wait any longer, maybe near the middle of the next movie, he still fucks that pussy like he has all the time in the world.
He moves them from their sides to rolling them somewhat onto their fronts, spreading Bucky’s leg wide by a push behind the knee. Bucky’s so sweet in the head from his bitty pussy being so thoroughly played with by his Daddy that he’s only full of noises, words too hard. His body moves easy though, rolls onto his front when his Daddy pushes him there with a breathy, “Lemme fuck it now, sugar.”
So slow.
Just…god, so much rutting and so close—the intimacy. Daddy would finally let himself get lost in his baby’s pussy, it being his turn to slur and to be noisy and to enjoy. He’d lay along the line of Bucky’s back, would get an arm up and under his chest, would suck marks all along Bucky’s neck, his shoulder, all while pulling his cock free from the grip of Bucky’s pussy before plunging it back in. And his mouth, lord his mouth—
“S’my pussy, my pretty pussy. Only weeps like this for its Daddy, ain’t that right? S’come twice already, hell maybe more? And look at’chu, you feel that? Still so tight, still barely fuckin’ lettin’ me go. What a greedy pussy, makin’ Daddy put in work to make sure it’s happy, that it’s fed well…”
And you know, you just know, that when Daddy does come, when Bucky’s noises turn into sobs that dig right under Steve’s skin, that Daddy is so loud. His groans are so drawn-out and pressed into Bucky’s skin, but he’d barely move his body because he wants to feel his body coming, wants to feel him filling up Bucky’s pussy. He wants to feel the way his cock twitches and works to pump Bucky full of his Daddy come.
It always damn near makes him dizzy.
Daddy can't help but stay there until he can't any longer, the two of them needing a good shower and some sleep after such an eventful evening at home on the couch. Bucky needs much soft and gentle aftercare after allowing for his Daddy to play with him this way. Marathons like this don't happen often, but they do indeed happen, the bits and pieces they adore about their sex life all smushed together in an intense night.
Lord god, this was somethin' else, hehe. I feel...I am feeling the things now. Once again my favorite butthead, I am so grateful to have been thought of for this Pussy Buck Moment. Incredible. Phenomenal. Makes me kinda wanna go messy with my own pussy now lmfao. 💕
Do- do you ever get off and then read or see something immediately after that makes you regret™️ that decision because now you can't get off to this new thing until later? Because-
Tony's private chef dies[murdered]/quit(went missing) and the normally stoic Winter Soldier offers to bring his secret( people know he has someone but not who) boyfriend in.
Cause
1. Let's him see his boyfriend more cause he would be the live in chef
Tony falls for him instantly cuz of how sweet adorable and precious our Pete is and they live happily (lmao as if) after as a murderous little poly couple.
P.S boss always had eyes on winter so falling for a cute twink of his wasn’t a hardship.
Bucky and Tony dance around each other. They got this chemistry they never address. Lots of flirting/looking but no touching.
And in my minds eye-
Bucky likes to show off - all his years as a spy/hidden in the shadows for his job, he doesn't do that with his personal life ( exhibitionist)
Tony likes to watch[also thinking of him not liking to be handed things and so he doesn't like to touch cause... if he touches its his ] ( voyeur)
I picture Tony watching Bucky work out. Likes seeing him interrogating, and dishing out punishments. But he knows Bucky is off limits since he knows Bucky has someone waiting for him. No matter how much they basically eye fuck each other.
And when Peter shows up, in short shorts, in Bucky's large Henley shirt, knee high socks, holding Alpine. Bright smile on his face, he is so excited to meet everyone. He already knows Steve of course.
[ I love the idea of Steve warning Tony that Peter is an angel except when he isn't and thats all he will say about that]
Tony is smitten.
It only takes a few weeks for Tony to realize what Steve meant.
Peter dropping off drinks to them as Bucky swims his laps in the pool. Tony typing away on his laptop in a lounge chair. Asking if he wants to join Bucky for a swim. [ he wants to watch them]
He was not expecting Peter to ask Bucky to put sun block on him. Nor him stripping down to his panties to lay in the lounge chair across from Tony. And Tony is frozen as he watches Bucky get out of the pool with a smirk on his face. And Tony having to just sit and watch as Bucky rubs sun block all over the mainly nude Peter.
But it was the shy little smile that Peter sent Tony's way before winking that did him in.
Okay so I thought about this more while on my walk... now I don't normally get into the uhhh *naughter* stuff but this just popped up.... and I don't even like this stuff normally [ i read it but never have tried to write] it just fits for this....
So....*WARNING* MDNI! If you like whats above and don't want to read.... questionable/bodily fluids acts/consumption DO NOT READ ANYMORE! Scroll past!
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That day at the pool was the start. Sure it was still a few months before all three got together but the build up was driving Tony mad. He always knew that Bucky liked to show off, but not like this. After that day at the pool, Tony is constantly walking in/catch Peter and Bucky going at it.
Making out in the living room, Peter on his knees giving Bucky a blow job when Bucky is standing and guarding the door to the conference room. Tony never regretted allowing Bucky to move into a new room closer to his own since he would be sharing with Peter. Many a nights waking up to Peter's moans and screams. If he pressed his ear to the wall he could hear all the dirty talk Bucky was doing. The next day Peter blushing. He isn't as shy to hide it, but he still turns red.
What finally pushed Tony over the edge was when he got up early. He could hear someone in the kitchen. Peter was at the stove that faces out to the bar table, he was flipping pancakes. His face was a little red, but he seemed hyper focused on making the pancakes. It wasn't til Tony sat down that Peter seemed startled.
" Oh! Uuh... G..good morning. Mr. Stark..."
" Hey kiddo... pancakes today huh? "
Peter nods, adding a finished one to another plate. He slides the plate over to Tony. Tony notices Peter's arms are shaking a little. Peter not making eye contact, face red, his breathing uneven.
"Peter"
Peter looks up to meet his eyes.
" Syrup?
Peter blinks slowly. He braces his hands against the counter. The red flush moving down his neck. His body shaking for a moment.
" syrup... oh.. uh. Mm for the pancake. Yes uh lemme get that"
Tony slides the plate back over to Peter.
But Peter stays frozen, staring at Tony. His breathing stuttering. Then a metal hand reaches up from below the counter and takes the plate and disappeared with it.
Tony blinks and stares at there the plate just went to. What the fuck was Bucky doing hiding below/behind the counter. Tony raises his eyes to Peter's.
".. Peter..."
Peter eyes get heavy, he gasps, and then a whiney moans escapes his mouth. He reaches up to quickly cover his mouth as he shakes. His eyes now wide as he stares at Tony. Bucky stands, he looks at Tony with the damn knowing smirk on his face. He kisses Peter's temple.
" Such a good job, Doll... why don't you hit the shower. Stevie is taking you to the market today."
Peter nods, still bright red as he quickly escapes the kitchen. While he loves participating with Bucky's exhibition side he still gets shy after word.
Bucky then puts the plate back on the counter. The pancakes now covered with Peter's climax. He then proceeded to cut the pancake up, and then he leans forward and with a few stabs he offers the fork over to Tony.
" Don't want it to go to waste Boss"
Tony stunned.
But he keeps eye contact with Bucky, leaning forward, and takes the bite being offered to him.
When Tony first found the injured demon lying on the steps of his church he wasn't aiming to become known as a saint, he just saw someone who was injured and was requesting sanctuary. It didn't matter to him that the person in need was a demon and despite what others in the church told him Tony wasn't going to to turn out someone he had granted sanctuary to.
That was how this whole mess started anyway.
So Tony just ignored the calls to throw out the demon and focused on helping to get the young demon healed. As he helped to clean wounds and got to know him Tony found that he had at some point gone from mentally calling his guest demon to Peter. He had genuinely started to enjoy the others company and found himself almost sad at the prospect of Peter leaving.
And so was Peter if his sad look at being told he was almost fit enough to be able to leave was any indication. At this look on the other's face Tony in a moment of impulse offered to let Peter stay a bit longer, after all tending to a church on his own was tiring and having someone to help for a bit would be appreciated. To which Peter agreed to stay for another week. Then another. And another.
Until Peter was practically a permanent part of his life helping Tony out with caring for Tony's (their) church. Something that made others believe that Tony had somehow 'redeemed' the demon. Not that Peter needed redeeming in Tony's eyes considering he had only sold his soul to save a dying family member, a supreme act of love and sacrifice.
Naturally this story made its way around the clergy and the next thing Tony knew he was being talked about as if he was a saint for helping someone being more important to him than judging them. Almost as if the only reason why he hadn't been canonized already was that he still lived.
However Tony knew that if those who called him a living saint saw what happened in his bedroom with Peter they would quickly change their minds. Not that Tony particularly cared what they thought as he couldn't care less about sainthood.
All he wanted was for his parishioners to be safe and well while his darling Peter, his love and other half of his heart, stands by his side forever.
Priest Tony caring for injured demon Peter while falling in love with him requested by @dawnlightsilhouette
Earlier this evening, at around 7 PM CT U.S., Rebekah Jones (notably one of DeSantis’ biggest political enemies right now) underwent a raid on her home by state police.
Guns were pointed in the face of her 13-year old son, Jack. They arrested him under the charges of digital terrorism and “on state orders.”
They are refusing to let him go home and they are refusing to let Jones see him.
These are her screenshots recounting the incident from earlier tonight. They were taken at 10:23 PM CT U.S.
Reblog. I don’t care who you are, reblog this. We have to make sure that this doesn’t get buried – it’s already happening.
Here is a local news story about the arrest. It quotes her twitter thread, so you can see it’s talking about the same series of events. Although it is a bit minimizing of her and of the issue, I prefer to share journalism that isn’t from twitter along with the original statements.
Rebekah Jones announced on Twitter Wednesday night that her 13-year-old son had been arrested in Santa Rosa County for “digital threats of t
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