This Gif Is Doing Indescribable Things To Me, DEAR LORD LOOK AT HIA FACE

This gif is doing indescribable things to me, DEAR LORD LOOK AT HIA FACE 🥵🥵🥵

Whenever I see a side shot of bucky of his left side in gifs my eyes keeps looking at his dimple on his ear I dunno I just find it cute mcu bucky is one of the hottest guys I ever seen on screen I keep finding new bits about him hot this man is running me also on his left side of his face he got what seem like spots above his stubble beared probably from when he shaved his long hair and or from shaving yeah I need stop

i cannot express how attracted to this gif i am.

gif credit goes to @unearthlydust <<3

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God he’s so pretty 😩😩

hi, hello.

there’s something i need to get out of my chest: the little brow raise when Bucky says “who are you fighting now? Gandalf?” has me completely ruined, the blue in his eyes? the tiny blush???? i’m a goner

have a great monday! ✨

Hi!

I know, right? He's too much! He makes the best faces honestly! ;)

Whaaat?! No, I absolutely loves this one, I mean, is too rough wich I like and then the after care it’s so cute 💗

And please please pleaseee do another one, cause really, I don’t think I can get enough of this, I would totally love to have another throat fucking fic like this 😩

Stressed after a mission- B.B.

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Summary: After a long day, Bucky comes home to his best girl. His best girl helps him relieve some stress he’s been penting up all day; maybe it’s too much stress.

Warnings n stuff: 18+, rough dom bucky, oral(male receiving), daddy kink, oral fixation kink, dacryphillia, dirty talk(etc etc), reader gets hurt kind of(?), fluff

Bucky has had a rough day. A really rough and excruciatingly hard day. Mission went to shit. Sam ended up getting hurt, coms went out and they all lost communication with each other for around twenty minutes, the place was swarmed with guards; Bucky is just glad to finally be back at the compound- back home, and knowing that you’re here, only a few more steps away, helps ease all of his stresses.

You lived a normal life before meeting Bucky. Of course you kept up with things so you knew who he was, and the avengers, but you never expected the former assassin to take a liking to you. Nor did you expect for you, yourself, to grow so attached to the older man. He was kind, sweet, quiet and reserved, but did anything he could to make you unbelievably happy. He still does to this day- it’s just Bucky’s nature.

So when you two became....not technically official, but close enough to dating, he asked Tony to move you into the compound with him so he could keep you safe; rather than you being in your small apartment ten miles away from him never knowing what or who could happen. Bucky promised that you meant no harm, and when you met Tony himself, Tony could clearly tell you were only the sweetest and made Bucky happy. If Tony was being honest, he was tired of seeing the cyborg walk around all mopey, so he gladly agreed.

You caused no trouble- never have -and became friends with many of the avengers fairly quickly. Bucky would never admit it, but he was jealous of yours’ and Steve’s friendship, but you reassured him that you were(and still are) here because of him: Bucky.

Bucky loves you. You’re the one person he absolutely looks forward to seeing at the end of the day; at any time of the day he can see you really. He can’t ever be mad at his girl or too stressed or too tired to not give you attention or do the things you possibly want to do. Neither do you ask him all that often to do things when his eyes can barely be held open, you usually just stay in bed and cuddle with him until he’s sleeping soundly in your arms....literally. His head resting on your chest, your arms wrapped around his head and neck, fingers running softly through the slightly long strands. He feels at ease whenever he’s in your arms, and you’ll do whatever to make him happy.

Once Bucky approaches your shared room door, he walks in. You always tell him he never needs to knock “you’ve seen everything that’s beneath my clothes before, what’s the point?” so he’s finally adjusting to that habit. As he walks in, he sees you laying on the small couch, phone in hand, but you’re not as innocent as you’re trying to make yourself out to be once his eyes roam down to the rest of your body.

You’re wearing the black lace lingerie he loves so much- and shockingly hasn’t ripped in two yet- and a pair of stockings that go mid-thigh; they’re red. The lingerie leaves nothing to his imagination- but he’s seen you naked many times, so that’s not hard to imagine in the first place.

He walks further in and shuts the door with a soft click, then locks it. You immediately sit up and you smile. “Bucky! You’re back!” You squeal and drop your phone onto the coffee table before running up to him. You tackle him in a hug and his hands go to your waist, pulling you close to him. His face nuzzles in your hair, getting a whiff of your freshly washed hair, and he sighs; content.

“Hey, babydoll. Why you all dressed up?” He mumbles against your neck, then peppers kisses along the skin. You wrap your hands around his neck and pull his head back; hunger fills his blue eyes and you know what’s about to happen in less than two minutes.

“Figured you probably had a hard day, and i want to make you feel better...daddy.” You give him those sweet, glossing eyes that peek from under your lashes and he grunts. His hands run from your waist, to your hips, down to your ass, and squeeze. You whimper and press yourself further against his front. “Daddy has had a hard day, babydoll. You wanna help him out?” One of his hands come up and brush a gentle finger down your cheek, and then over your lips. You nod before taking his finger into your mouth, sucking the digit; letting him know how you’d take his cock into your mouth.

Bucky groans, then pulls his index finger from your mouth with a slight pop. Both of his hands go to your shoulders and push you down to the hard wood floor, and your eyes look up at him with such obedience. He manages to strip out of his clothes in less than thirty seconds and it’s all discarded onto the floor behind the two of you. His cock stands tall in front of your face, and even though you’ve seen it before, many many times before, it never fails to make your mouth water in delight, and your thighs clench from need.

“Can i start, daddy?” You ask sweetly, licking your lips after your words. His hand strokes his cock as it leaks pre-cum, and you want to taste it so badly; but you know you have to wait for his say-so.

But you can tell Bucky is teasing you. He knows how you love to have his cock in your mouth, tasting him, sucking him dry. The many nights you’ve begged for him to just let you suck him off even if he’s extremely tired. You saying “but daddy, it’ll help you sleep better.” trying to coax him into letting you help him fall asleep. Some nights he lets you, and he’s usually out like a light within minutes after you make him cum. You love tasting his cum, and the feeling of it sliding down your throat after he shoots it in your mouth. The many times you’ve held his cock in your mouth while he’s on the phone, video chatting for a briefing, in the shower. You’d do it anywhere. You’ve even woken him up from sleep when you see his cock is rock hard, popping him into your mouth because you can’t stand seeing your daddy in discomfort.

So he loves teasing his pretty girl, his babydoll, knowing that you’ll beg. And Bucky loves it when you beg for him and his cock.

“Daddy, stop teasing. Please stop...just wan’ it in my mouth. Need to make you feel good.” You beg, grasping lightly onto his thick thighs. Bucky isn’t up for a lot of teasing today- so you’re extremely lucky. He needs to relieve his stress from the days events, and what better way to do it than to face fuck his little doll?

“Okay, doll. Open up.” He quits stroking his cock as soon as you open your mouth. Tongue out, eyes looking wildly patient up at him, saliva coating your tongue. He groans at the sight, his cock visibly twitches too. He slides his cock into your mouth and instantly hollows out into your throat. You’re used to taking him all, it’s just normal by now. Sometimes you still gag but Bucky finds it even more enjoyable when you do.

Your hands grasp onto his thighs, nails digging small marks into his skin as he thrusts into your mouth. His hands are quick to find the back of your head and hold it steady as he picks up his pace slowly. “You know what to- fuck- to do if daddy gets too aggressive, babydoll. Okay? Just tap out.” He grunts and you hum in understanding. Your eyes look up at the man above you, the man who’s ruining your mouth, using you currently for his pleasure.

The sounds are obscene and thankfully no one else is on your floor anymore, due to the complaints of your teammates about how loud the two of you can be; they all switched rooms.

Your saliva coats his cock over and over again as he slips in and out nicely. Your throat relaxes a bit more so you can take him easier and Bucky groans. “Such a good girl for me, letting daddy fuck your throat. Takin’ me so well, babydoll. Letting me use you like a toy.” You let out a muffled moan and he grunts out while pushing your head further down onto his cock.

You’re aware Bucky must’ve really had a bad day, because he only face fucks you on his worse days. The days where shit goes terribly wrong. You know he’ll tell you about it later, but you can’t help but notice the sheer amount of force he’s using on your head to push you and pull you on and off of his cock. You like it, but if he keeps up for a bit, it’s going to become too much.

Bucky hits the back of your throat again and causes you to gag around him. Your eyes have tears welling up in them, and Bucky mocks you. “Aw, babydoll, don’t cry. You’ve had my cock shoved down your throat many fucking times. You can take it.” You know you can, your panties are soaked as well, but again....the force of his hands on your head is nearly causing you a headache. And the way the head of his thick cock hits the back of your throat makes it burn and hurt. Usually it would feel good, but today...something is a bit off.

Your nails dig deeper into his thighs. You want him to cum once, at least. You want to make him happy. He is so good to you, you need to help him out. You want to help him out.

You can feel him getting close to his release, so you hum around him in hopes of getting him closer. “That-a-girl. Make daddy cum, doll. Makin’ daddy feel real good.” He hums out, eyes closed in euphoria. You close your eyes and the tears roll down your face as he repeatedly hits all the way to the back of your throat. You gag again, and again, then he spills. You nearly choke on his cum as it glides down your throat, but you manage to swallow it all.

His hands finally come off of your head to let you breathe, because you were struggling, and you gasp once you pull back from his cock. Bucky opens his eyes and sees your cum stained lips, tear stained cheeks, and chest heaving. He smiles dopily, “look at you....such a pretty girl.” He coos as he runs a finger over your cheek again.

You finally manage to catch your breath, but then you notice Bucky is hard again. “Okay, babydoll. Open up again for daddy.” Your eyes flicker up to his and you panic. You’re not sure if you can go again, but you oblige. You open your mouth and as soon as he sticks it in, his hands are back onto your head.

You know you can’t take much more. You’ve got a headache and you’re not even sure you can talk now. Your throat hurts, it burns, and your hands hurt from gripping onto his meaty thighs.

Bucky’s pace doesn’t even start out slow, he’s immediately back to fucking your face with resilience. You can’t take it anymore. He’s too rough tonight.

Your hands tap hard at his thighs and he’s releasing your head in less than a second. All of the roughness drains from his body, all of the feel-good he was feeling mere seconds ago, fades. You hardly ever tap out on him, he knows something isn’t right.

“Hey, hey doll? C’mere.” He gently picks you up in his arms, and cradles your body to his. You have more tears staining your cheeks and you’re gasping for air. Bucky feels horrible.

“Hey, can you tell me what you need? Can you talk?” He asks as he sits you down on the bed. His hands gently taking your cheeks and cupping them so softly; as if he’s scared he’s going to actually break you. He wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs and you shake your head. “It hurts.” You mumble and Bucky’s heart breaks at the hoarse sound of your voice.

He’s hurt his girl, he’s been too rough with you. “Baby, i’m sorry. I’ll get you something to drink and get you changed for bed. Just stay right here.” He gives you a long kiss on the head before he walks off to the kitchen.

It’s not a minute later that he’s walking back with his boxer briefs on, cup of water in hand, and two Advil. He helps you take them then grabs you some clothes; one of his shirts that you dearly love so much, some fuzzy penguin socks, and a pair of comfortable panties. He then helps you get changed, and after he’s done, he kisses your head again. “I’m sorry, doll. You could’ve told me sooner.” He mumbles against your hair before he pulls away. He knows you’re too tired to talk and that you physically can’t; or shouldn’t; so he knows you’ll talk to him tomorrow, and explain why you kept it up even though you shouldn’t have.

He then helps you get into your shared bed and pulls the covers over your body. “I’m going to go clean up a bit, if you want to sleep, please do so. I’ll be back in a little bit.” Before Bucky can move away, you grasp his wrist. You hold out your pinky on your other hand and a small, tired smile crosses your face. “Promise?” You whisper and he smiles, “promise, darling.” He interlocks his pinky with yours and then kisses your hand before pulling away to go take a quick shower.

Bucky is quick to take a shower, and when he comes back out, you’re passed out asleep. His heart swells at the sight, but he can’t help to keep thinking about how awful it must’ve been to try to endure the headache and the burn of your throat as he went too rough.

He climbs into bed as careful as he can, but you still stir, waking up enough to see that Bucky has joined you. “Buck?” You mumble and reach for him. His arms encase you and hold you close, his lips press to your hair and you sigh. “From now on, please tell me and let me know if you can’t take it. You won’t disappoint me or make me upset. I care more about you and your safety than anything else in this fucking world, doll. Don’t do that anymore just because you want to help me out, it’s not worth it.” Bucky mumbles to you and you nod, “i’m okay Bucky. Thank you.” You press a kiss to his chest as your fingers draw small shapes onto his skin; sleep taking over your mind and body yet again.

“Don’t thank me, it’s literally the least i can do. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, doll. Promise i will. You’re my best girl and my best girl deserves everything i can give her to make her happy.” Bucky whispers right before you fall asleep.

You’re not mad at him obviously, or yourself. It’s not his fault at all, you should’ve let him know sooner. You knew Bucky wouldn’t like the fact that he accidentally hurt you like this, you just wanted to be the best you can for him. Sometimes you put yourself in stupid positions, now you know Bucky isn’t going to let you live this down. Does that bother you? No. It just means an even more caring boyfriend, and that’s not a bad thing at all.

Bucky falls asleep a few minutes later with you held closely to him. His thumb gently caressing your cheek even after he falls asleep, assuring that you’re there, that everything’s okay, and that you’re with him after all of the days events.

BUCKY BARNES + last shots in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (2011-2021)