Have I Read This Like A Thousand Times? YES. Is It Still The Best Story I've Ever Laid My Eyes On? DEFINENTLY.

Have I read this like a thousand times? YES. Is it still the best story I've ever laid my eyes on? DEFINENTLY.

Spring Chicken

He's not the Winter Soldier anymore... but he's no spring chicken, either. Happy birthday, Buck 😘

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (hands au)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Minors DNI. Oral sex (m receiving), orgasm delay/edging, ruined orgasm, banter, lingerie, PiV. Bucky tries soooo hard not to cum lol. They're in love, your honor 💗

Word Count: 1.7k

@buckybarnesevents Bucky's Birthday Bash 2023

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Brooklyn Dodgers. Boston Bees. Chicago Cubs. Detroit… fuck. The Detroit whats? Bucky squeezed his eyes closed and tried to think.

He had to make this last.

Detroit Tigers. Damn it. He shouldn’t have had to think so long about that one. Should’ve been able to remember it. Oh, god. Keep going, keep going. What next?

There were the Phillies, in Philadelphia, of course. Stupid name. And then the Pirat—

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jolting up on their own. “Baby, baby, slow down, I can’t—”

From the floor between his legs, you looked up at him and smiled. Well, it would’ve been a smile— he could see the crinkles by your eyes, knew what those meant— but you couldn’t exactly smile with his cock in your mouth.

Bucky’s spread thighs trembled, the tide inside him rising as you pulled back once more with hollowed cheeks. Grabbing fistfulls of the comforter with both hands as an anchor, the plates of his left arm shifted and whirred, betraying just how hard he was working to hold back. He didn’t think he could. He wasn’t gonna make it.

Maybe it would be okay; you probably wouldn’t mind if he came now. Okay. Okay. Bucky took a deep breath, but just before he gave in and let go, you were gone— your wicked mouth replaced by your hand, squeezing tightly at the base of his cock.

Bucky groaned. “God damn it.” His dick flexed helplessly in your grip as you kept his orgasm at bay, and only the slightest, weakest dribble of cum flowed down his length and over your hand.

It was embarrassing; you hadn’t even been sucking on him for very long, and here was, ready to blow. Was blowing. Did this count? He didn’t think so— if anything, it only left him even more frustrated and horny.

To tell the truth, he’d been close to the edge ever since you stepped out of the bathroom wearing… whatever you were wearing. He’d never seen anything like it; strappy, with sheer black lace that somehow covered you while still letting him see everything, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. It would be so easy for him to rip right through the flimsy fabric— but no, he couldn’t do that. You hated when he accidentally tore your clothes, so he’d never do it on purpose.

But god, he wanted to.

It had taken him a moment to pick up his jaw from the floor when you approached him, and you used that time to your advantage— his brain was still struggling to compute when you pushed him down onto the bed and dropped to your knees between his legs.

Bucky’s left arm whirred as he leaned his weight back onto his hands. His cock jumped again, and he exhaled slowly— had to stop thinking about it. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing.

No, that tiny bit of release hadn’t done anything to dampen the desperation he felt in his gut. Baseball. He was supposed to think about baseball.

“Buck,” you said softly, your voice lifting at the end. A question. He squinted one eye open, keeping his gaze focused squarely on your nose. Not on your chest, and definitely not on your peaked nipples that stood out under the delicate design. Fuck. Your mouth was still dangerously close to his cock, your breath hot against his spit-slick skin. “Do you want to come?” you asked.

Jesus Christ. Didn’t matter if he wanted to or not— he was going to if you kept this up. “I… I mean…” He shuddered, goosebumps blooming on his skin.

“I thought you wanted to wait,” you murmured, dragging your lips along one side of his length. The vibrations of your words rumbled through his dick and straight up his spine. “If you wanna come, you can.”

“I don’t…” Deep breaths. Deep breaths. “I don’t want it to be over.” He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling— safer that way. Maybe.

“Baby, it’s your birthday,” you simpered, mischief in your voice. Bucky gulped. “I’m not going to stop after you only come once.”

“Can’t say that,” he whined, his hips jerking up reflexively.

“Can’t say what?” you asked coyly. “That it’s your birthday?” You let go of his cock and sat back on your haunches. He wished you hadn’t— the pressure had been helping— “Sure, you’re no spring chicken anymore, but there’s no reason to be embar—”

“You know what I meant.”

“—rassed. Look.” You glanced pointedly at his cock, and the slick patch it had leaked against his thigh. It twitched hopefully at the attention. “Most impressive hundred-year-old dick I’ve ever seen. I—”

Bucky sighed, opening his eyes only to narrow them at you. “Exactly how many hundred-year-old dicks have you seen?”

“Enough,” you said with a shrug, then rose to your feet. “Enough to know yours is my favorite.” With a hand on his bare chest, you guided Bucky back to lie flat on the middle of the bed, then climbed up to straddle him. You settled down flat on top of him, almost like a hug… except your tongue teased his lips until they opened for you, and there was that lace, all that goddamn lace. It felt strange against his skin, different, and maybe he would’ve liked it if he didn’t resent it so much for separating you from him.

“Gonna tell Steve you said that,” he mumbled against your mouth.

With a playful gasp, you pulled away from him. “You would never,” you said, but when he met your eyes, your expression softened. You lifted a hand to brush his hair off his forehead, tucking a longer piece behind his ear.

So tender. So gentle.

Bucky pulled his lower lip between his teeth, struck with an entirely different, yet equally overwhelming, feeling. “I love you,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you. The words were never enough, but they were all he had.

You knew that, of course— and the smile you gave him in return was so sweet that it made his heart ache. But before he could think of something smart to say, one corner of your lips lifted slyly.

Oh, no.

“Don’t go soft on me now, Barnes,” you said, and he jolted when your fingers wrapped around his cock again. “Oh, good,” you smirked. “You’re not.”

You sat up straight, showing off the expanse of the— bodysuit? That sounded like the right word. Bucky couldn’t help but reach for you with both hands, thumbing over your nipples before giving in to temptation and pawing greedily at your breasts.

Fuck baseball. No more distractions; Bucky needed to burn this into his memory, keep this image of you safe there forever. Confident and beautiful and better than he ever dared to dream, you rose up on your knees and lined him up. You’d have to pull the fabric to the side, he guessed. Would be easier for him to just rip it off— then he’d be able to get your tits in his mouth, too. But no. He couldn’t. Almost idly, he pinched the lace-covered peaks between his fingers, and— oh.

You swept his cockhead through your arousal— and he could feel it, because there wasn’t anything covering you— even though you hadn’t moved the fabric— what?

You lowered yourself onto his cock, wiggling your hips a bit as you leaned back and took all of him in one slow motion. From this angle he had an unimpeded view of how he disappeared inside you, fitting perfectly into the cut-out section in the center of the gusset.

“Oh, god,” he groaned again, rubbing his face with one hand.

He wasn’t gonna last, and you knew it. You giggled when his breath stuttered, clenched around him when he grabbed your hips roughly. His fingertips dug into your skin, but he hesitated.

“C’mon, baby,” you encouraged softly. “Let go. Fill me up.”

Bucky groaned, a mix of exasperation and pleasure, and cursed under his breath. “Fine,” he said. “Fine.” His hands on your hips weren’t enough; he planted his feet flat on the bed. “Fucking take it, then.”

After holding back for so long, the pace Bucky set was unforgiving. Between his sharp thrusts up into you and the way he moved your hips to meet them, he chased his high with no reservations. It didn’t take him long at all to find himself on the precipice once again; this time, he jumped over headfirst. His face scrunched up with pleasure, his muscles began to shake, and he couldn’t muffle his moan as he spilled inside you.

Bucky didn’t know exactly how much time had passed, but he was still catching his breath when you started to move again. Just a slow circle of your hips at first, then a subtle grind that would’ve been barely noticeable if he wasn’t so oversensitive at the moment. He sucked in a shallow breath and opened his eyes.

“No time to waste,” you said. “We’re behind schedule.”

He had to blink a few times before he could actually see you. “Hmm?”

“One orgasm for every year, right? Tradition, or something.”

Bucky huffed out a laugh. “Dunno where you heard that one,” he said, slurring slightly. “’S impossible.” His words didn’t seem to discourage you in the slightest; if anything, you began moving a bit quicker. “You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned.

“Only one way to find out.”

He couldn’t even pretend to scowl.

“Besides,” you continued, “you haven’t unwrapped your gift yet.”

Maybe Bucky’s brain was still buzzing with post-orgasm static, but he couldn’t remember seeing any presents in the room. His brows furrowed, but you looked exceptionally pleased with yourself when you took both of his hands in your own and led them to your chest. You used his hands to pull at the neckline of your bodysuit— the elastic stretched a bit under the slight tension, then stopped.

You didn’t speak, but Bucky heard you loud and clear. With a crooked grin and a sharp snap of his hips, he tore the lingerie to shreds.

He didn’t know how many rounds this old body could go before it tapped out, but he figured his birthday was as good a time as any to find out.

[part two]

Natasha Romanoff: Hey, I need to write James back fast. He's already freaked out by how long it takes me to text him back.

Clint Barton: Listen, Nat, there's nothing I'd rather do in my life than write a sexy text to your boyfriend, but I think this is something you gotta do on your own.

Natasha Romanoff: Why?! You're so good at being lame and I'm not. Look, I like him, I really like him. I don't want to screw this crap up.

Clint Barton: That's what you should say! Just take that sentiment, remove the word 'crap', and then send it.

Natasha Romanoff: [texts] Gah, I sent it. He didn't write back, so he hates it.

Clint Barton: No, wait, look. [takes Nat's phone] Okay. Oh- okay, dot dot dot...it's happening!

[phone dings]

Clint Barton: It's a shirtless pic! We did it, we did it! [hugs Nat]

Natasha Romanoff: Thanks, Hawkeye. Okay, I'm going to leave. Don't follow me. Things are about to get intense.

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iadoreoldermen

8 months ago

Why are people criticising Lando for being open about the mental and nervous pressures of F1.

Two days ago people were up in arms over the impact Logan’s dismissal will have on his mental health.

Last weekend the trophy was lauded for highlighting the struggles and sacrifices top athletes go through.

Not long ago we found out about what the pressure of F1 was silently doing to Valtteri.

Read Jenson and Mark Webber’s books. They couldn’t eat before races because they were scared it would make them overweight, meaning every race was hangry and at real danger of passing out.

Lewis has gone through phases of pushing everyone away, including his Dad, because he thought he needed that solitude to achieve a “champion’s mentality”.

Nico Rosberg walked away from the sport as he couldn’t face putting himself or his family through the sacrifices to be a champion and the personality changes it caused all over again.

People need to accept that this is a sport, it is tough and it leads the drivers to dark places.

Would you rather drivers be silent and not disturb your personal enjoyment of the sport or can you accept that they push themselves to places you couldn’t?

When I first started martial arts my teacher taught us, when things get tough your brain will tell you you can’t, because it wants the easiest most comfortable option. Your body can and will do what you ask of it, pushing past the mind is the hardest part.

Time to accept and support or shut up.

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iadoreoldermen

2 years ago

Your wish is my command

Reader x tfatws Bucky Barnes

Summary: On Bucky and Y/N's anniversary, Bucky is needy for his mommy. Y/N helps him. ;) (this summary sucks, I know)

WARNINGS: 18+ NSFW MDNI SMUT, softdom!reader, subby!bucky, pet names (baby, doll, bubba etc.), slight mommy kink, oral m recieveing, p in v sex. I also thought this was going to be short but it turned out to be a whole slowburn.

You woke up to the feeling of Bucky's lips all over your face, leaving soft kisses everywhere. You started smiling ear-to-ear when he kissed your neck. What a way to start the day.

-Happy anniversary baby. -Bucky murmured into your neck and stayed there. His voice was still raspy from sleeping.

-Happy anniversary to you too, Buck, I can't believe it's been a year already. -You said as you played with his short brunette locks.

You started smiling even more if that's possible, when you remembered last night's events. Bucky planned a little date on the boat that Sam, him and you renovated. You cried on the spot. And no, that didn't finish there. Absolutely. Not. He made your favourite food, bought your favourite flowers. For the gift, he got you both 2 matching pairs of rings and you know he doesn't wear much jewelery but when you told him that he should wear more rings, he obeyed. He trusts you so damn much, he'd risk his life for you. The biggest gift of all, was when he reached behind his neck.

-I've wanted to give these to you for a while now. -He said as he unclasped his dogtags and handed them to you.

-James, I can't, -you said between soft sobs. -I..I can't baby this is..you need these, I can't just grab them from you. -You started babbling and sobbing even more but your emotional moment was interrupted by the feeling of Bucky's lips on yours.

-I don't fucking need them anymore..you've helped me heal, and make me 'James' again and I'm really thankful for that, -he got the tags out of the loose grip of your hands and put them on you. -They look way better on you. -You continued sobbing. -Hey, hey Y/N. -He cradled your head to his chest. -It's okay, God I love you so much. Shhh..-He grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you up so he could see your face properly.

-I love you even more.. -You said kissing him.

-I don't think that's possible.

-Oh but it is..

-Let me show you how much I love you.....

Y/N! You with me?

Wha- oh.. Yeah, umm what were you talking about? -Well, this is embarrasing, you thought.

-I was just telling you that since Sam and I are still 'undercover' or some shit, we can't really go out this evening. I'm so sorry. -He said and looked away from you, ashamed that you can't go out like a normal couple.

-Baby, it's okay, yesterday was enough. Also you're doing your job so I have no right to be upset, okay? -You assured him. -Now let's get up, I have something in mind-He whined at that, buried his face into your chest and tightened his grip on your waist.

-Nooo, just 2 more minitues. Please. -He murmured.

-'Kay baby boy. -You agreed. For those two minitues you were deep in thought, remembering yesterday night, the way he touched you, your core clenching around nothing...

-Time to get up. -You said, Bucky whimpered again. You lifted his face and looked at him sternly.

-Okay, okay, I'll get up. -He huffed out and stood up. You made grabby hands at him to help you up, which he gladly did. You waddled out to the bathroom with his hand in yours. He started washing his face and you admired his back muscles and biceps flexing. God you loved him so much.

-What's going on in that pretty, little head of yours, huh? -He asked.

-Nothin'.. -He looked at you seriously. -..just how much I wanna fuck you right now. -He moved closer to you, lifting your head to look at him. -But we have to get ready, c'mon. -You teased him like this really often, but he still didn't get used to it totally. You made him beg. You looked at him in the mirror and chuckled, seeing the pouty face he was giving you. You just smirked and shook your head.

You started doing your makeup, but was too distracted when he started leaving love bites on your neck.

-Behave, I have things to do. -You said under your breath as a groan left your lips when Bucky bit your neck harshly.

-But mommy...I need you..-he whispered in your ear, sending shiwers down your spine. -Please..- okay that's it, you thought. You lifted his face from your neck and smashed your lips into his and pulled back after mere seconds, fiddling with the tags on your neck.

-Y'know...-you started.. -you are naughty and don't listen to me so..I don't think you deserve it. -you said with a huge grin on your face as Bucky let a high pitched whine escape his lips.

-But, mommy..-He murmured as he kneeled down in front of you. -Please, please, please. -You chuckled at his neediness.

-Hold on, baby, hold on. Mommy's gotta brush her hair. -You said and leaned over his kneeling form to reach for your brush. You brushed through your h/c locks and grabbed his face in your palms.

-Are you going to behave for mommy? -he nodded hastily, kissing your tummy. -Use your words hun. -you teased.

-I'll be good mommy I swear, please please please! -he whined.

-Please what? Tell me. -you lived for the change in his expressions, going from pouty and whiny to being a full on tease with a smirk on his stubbled face.

-I want you to do something with me, please, it tingles.. -he murmured the last part so you asked him: -What tingles? -He just looked down, and when you saw what he was looking at, you almost moaned. He was grabbing himself through his pajama pants.

-Oh you greedy little boy..Let's see what we can do to help those so called tingles go away. -He looked at you with puppy eyes as he nodded slowly.

-Stand up for me, yeah good boy. -He didn't think it was possible to become even harder, but he eventually did at your praise, he loved being your good boy. -What should we do, hmm? -You slipped his pants down to his ankles and he kicked them off.

-Oh my, you really are stiff. -You said as you held him in your hand. He groaned loudly when you tugged at his cock a little. -You like when mommy does that huh? How about this? -You asked as you spit in your hand and started stroking him.

-Fuck yeah..S'good momma. -He moaned. -So so good. Please don't stop.. -He grabbed your head and tried to guide your head down his lenght.

-Nu-uh, mommy's in control right? -You asked as you slowed the ministrations of your hand. He just nodded with a pout. You slapped his thigh and asked again:

-Right?

-Yes, mommy. -He whined and bit slightly on his fist.

-That's my good boy. -And with that you took all of him down your throat. He was not ready for that, even if he was begging for it. He didn't think it was possible to feel more pleasure, but that thought flew out the window when you started rubbing his balls.

-Oh, y-yes, mommy! -He whined. You moved your mouth to suck on his tip only for a mere fraction of seconds and then took him down all at once, his tip kissing your throat.

-I'm gonna come, can I come mommy? -Poor baby was so spent, his voice cracked mid-sentence as tears fell down his cheeks.

-Mhmm..-You hummed in response, as soon as Bucky heard that, he realesed in the confines of your mouth, groaning and whining as pure bliss consumed him. You looked up at him through your lashes as you swallowed, he groaned at the sight. When you made sure you milked every drop from him, you released his cock from your mouth and stood up.

-Did it feel good hun? -You asked as you cupped his face in your hands.

-Yes mommy. -You kissed him so he could taste himself. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed the backs of your thighs. You could feel him getting hard again as you jumped and locked your leg around his narrow waist. You could feel a slight change in his behaviour, but you went with it. He carefully dropped you down on your bed and crawled on top of you while leaving kisses on your body every now an then. When he came face-to-face with you, he kissed you passionately while dipping his hand in the thin material of your underwear.

-Mommy enjoyed sucking me off a litlle too much don't you think? -He asked as he teased your folds with his now slick fingers.

-You don' even need any prepping do you?

-Just fuck me baby. -You moaned as he pulled your panties down. He also undid his your shirt hastily to get a look at your breasts.

-Perfect boobs mommy, can I suck 'em while I make love to you? Please? -He asked and you whined an almost unhearable 'yes' and with that he entered you fully with one thrust. You were still sore from yesterday so tears welled in your eyes quickly. Bucky noticed and slowed the movements of his hips immediately.

-You okay princess? -He asked, worrying about you.

-Y-yes, hurts a bit, don't stop. -You whimpered.

-Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you. -He slowed down completely.

-Oh for fucks sake James! -You shouted and before he could even register what you were doing, you held his waist tightly with your legs, and flipped you both over and started riding him with such power it knocked the air out of his lungs.

-Damn baby, fuck..

-Told ya not to stop, this is what you get. -You said and brought his hands up above his head and held him down. You grinded on him in figure eights slowly to tease him, knowing that he couldn't guide you since his hands were trapped in yours. After a while you got tired of his constant begging so you started mercilessly riding him.

-God, yes baby, filling me up so good. -You both moaned and it was borderline pornographic, you loved it. He leaned forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, licking it sloppily when his mouth opened to groan.

-I'm so close Buck, so good for mommy, aren't you. -You asked moaning at the sight of him, looking up at you through his lashes and nibbling on your nipple. He nodded quickly and whined a 'yeah' around your breast.

-Come with me, c'mon baby, I can feel you throbbing, let go.. -You said, grunting as the wave of pleasure and euphoria hit you. Seconds later you felt him coming too.

-Such a good boy for me. -You said as you realesed his hands from your grip so you could lace your fingers together. You made sure you rode your highs out and you slowed your hips, until you stilled fully. When you released Bucky's hands they were instantly on you, as he pulled you close to his body. He whined when you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

-I'm just going to the bathroom baby. We gotta clean up with something. -He whined again.

-James. -You scolded lifting his face to look at you. He whined but let go of your torso.

-Fuck..-you hissed as you got off him. You waddled out to the bathroom for a wet rag so you could clean up. When you were done you entered the bedroom to see Bucky in the same position as before but his eyes were open. You grinned at him as he made grabby hands at you. You sat down beside him and started cleaning his thighs first but when you got to his cock he hissed and whimpered.

-I know, I know.. -You cooed, pushing some of his hair that was stuck to his forehead out of his face. -You're sensitive, I know bubba.. -You soothed, voice soft. You threw the rag in the laundry and went back to him.

-I love you s'much mommy. -He mumbled to you when you moved laid down next to him on the bed.

-I love you too bubba. Ready for some cuddles? -You asked him in a voice so soft and happy, he thought he'd melt on the spot. He nodded and mumbled a small 'yes mommy' and that's all you needed to pull him close to your chest and start rubbing his upper back with one of your hands while the other played with his hair.

-Can we just stay here all day and cuddle? -He asked, voice slurred from pure exhaustion.

-Well, we have nothing else to do so I guess, yeah...I love you so much Bucky.

-I love you more Y/N.

-I doubt that.

A/N : Phew, that's long, it's cute tho, I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I did writing it.