#bucky x lactation kink

[buckyalpine]

Beefy Bucky loves your milk

Chubby Beefy Bucky x f reader

I'm in a slightly very feral mood today. Run now if you have common sense.

Bucky loves milk.

Your milk to be exact.

He also doesn't like to share.

I need him feral and unhinged when it comes to drinking from you. He's so desperate to taste your sweetness and it doesn't matter where.

He loves going on missions where it's just to two of you because as soon as you board the Jet, he's set the plane to auto pilot and he pulling down your tac suit.

Imagine this needy puppy tugging and pawing at you with his baby blue eyes and pink pouty lips, whining when your bra is too hard to take off. He doesn't think twice, ripping it down the center and taking a nipple into his mouth with a content sigh. He keeps you straddles on his wide lap and meaty thighs while you card your fingers through his soft brown hair.

He loves when you lay on your side so he can hitch his thick thigh over your waist, practically clinging onto you like a koala while nursing. He looks so soft and sweet and subby, his chubby cheek moving with his gentle suckles.

He’s so feral after a workout. It’s his favourite place to blow off steam, pumping weights and hitting up the punching bag. He can practically smell your sweet scent when you’re near by. He doesn’t hesitate, sitting up from his place on the bench and grabbing you, man handling you to face him on his lap again. He rips down the front of your sports bra, letting your breasts spill out.

“James!” You squeak, feeling the cool air from the gym hit your nipples. It doesn’t like long becuase he latches on immediately with a satisfied groan. When he’s especially worked up, he tugs his sweats down enough just to free his cock, jerking himself while he laps up your sweetness. He doesn’t care if some drips down his lips onto his chin and neck.

When he’s both needy and horny, he has your softness in his mouth, whining while taking your hand and shoving it down his pants to show you where he needs you badly. He ruts and humps against your hand while you palm his leaky erection. If he wasn’t nursing from you, there would be no way to control the way he moans when you start to stroke him, not stopping until you got all of his milk all for yourself-

Anyway, I know I need Jesus, I’m sorry, pls go about your day.

[buckybabieboy]

Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy��s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

[holylulusworld]

Got milk? - Kinktober 16

Summary: Bucky just loves your breasts, and you...

Pairing: TFatWs!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!Reader

Square 20 filled for @buckybarnesbingo 2021 (expired): Roommates 

Kink: lactation kink

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: fluff, pregnant ready, lactation kink, boob kink, breast play, implied smut

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​

Words: 980+

Kinktober 2022

BBB BuckyBarnesBingo 2021 masterlist

Five years after the Avengers and their friends undid the snap, … 

“Be aware of the angry mother bear. Do not feed her. Do not touch her. Do not look at her for too long?” 

Sam reads the warnings Bucky pinned to the pinboard aloud. 

“Dude, you can’t just call Y/N angry mother bear.”

“Why not?” 

“She will get angry.”

“My wife loves me and won’t get angry.”

After the world turned normal again (if you can call the daily chaos normal), Sam, Bucky and you moved in together. 

It was a struggle for both men to get their feet back on the ground.

With Bucky being a former wanted assassin, the winter soldier on top of all, and Sam being a wanted man too, it was hard to even get an apartment.

Luckily, your granny left you her ranch. All you needed was two strong men, ready to help you renovate your home, and take care of the ranch.

It didn’t take you and Bucky long to get together. You just clicked. After everything that had happened, you didn’t want to waste much more time.

Now, five years later you are married and will welcome your first child in not four months. A boy. You will call him Jamie, or James Samuel Barnes. 

Sam is still your roommate, just like his sister Sarah and her kids. The ranch is big enough for your big family, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“The kids fed her sweets last time and she couldn’t sleep all night. Too much sugar is bad for Y/N and the baby,” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t fight with me. Y/N needs her man to take care of her.”

“Morning,” you chirp as you finally enter the kitchen. Bucky smirks as you slowly waddle toward them.

You smile at Sam before you turn your attention toward your husband, grabbing a handful of Bucky’s ass. Bucky just loves you are horny and insatiable since he knocked you up.

“Morning doll,” Bucky kisses your lips softly. He pecks your soft pillows a few times before he crouches down in front of you to press a kiss to your belly too. “Morning, punk. How have you been in your mommy’s belly?”

Your stomach rumbles.

“He’s hungry.”

“I guess we need to feed your mommy first thing in the morning, little Bucky. Lemme make the two of you some pancakes.”

“…and bacon. Baby Jamie wants some bacon this morning,” you insist. “Feed me, Mr. Barnes.”

“See, she’s a hungry mother bear.”

You frown as your eyes land on the rules Bucky pinned to the pinboard. “Do not feed her?”

“No one but me is allowed to feed you and little Bucky,” your husband makes clear that he doesn’t like it when other people offer food to you. “I know what’s good for you.”

“Yes, you do.”

Bucky hums. His eyes drop toward your cleavage as so often these days. He licks his lips, wondering if you’re already leaking milk.

You didn’t let him suckle at your nipples lately, always telling him your nipples are too sensitive.

“Buck? Bucky, did you hear me?” he struggles to meet your eyes as he loves to just look at your swollen belly and full breasts. “You are staring again, Bucky.”

“It’s just…”

“What is it, baby?” you look at the still-empty pan. “Do you want me to make breakfast?”

“No. It’s just…I got lost in thoughts again. Sorry. Let me feed my woman…”

“Fuck, not again,” you grumble. “That’s my favorite nightgown and now it’s ruined too.”

You look down at your body, sighing deeply. There are two big wet spots on your nightgown.

“What’s wrong…oh fuck me,” Bucky’s eyes darken as his eyes drop to your chest, and even more, at the sight of the wet spots. “Y-ou’re lactating.”

“You are telling me.”

You huff.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck. I just ruined my favorite nightgown and need to get changed again.”

“Hmm…” 

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” you ask as he won’t take his eyes off your breasts. “Buck!”

“It’s…you’re lactating, and your breasts are so full. I wanna suck at your tits and taste it…”

“Taste it?” you nervously chuckle. “Wait. You’re serious? You want to taste the milk?”

“I love everything about you. I love to taste your mouth, your pussy, and even your sweat when I lick it off your skin. Now I can taste something even sweeter.”

You’re not sure how to react to Bucky’s confession. Having his mouth on you is heaven but letting him suck at your tits to taste your milk is something else than playing with your breasts during sex.

“I’m lactating, Bucky!” you mumble. “I don’t know if we should do this right now.” 

Bucky’s eyes are glued to your chest. He ignores that you have doubts. His hands shoot toward your nightgown to rip the thin fabric into two halves.

“Bucky, what has gotten into you.”

Bucky cups your face, thumb running over your lower lip as he moves his other hand to one of your tits. He growls as he feels the weight in his hand. “Fuck.”

He dips his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. His tongue slips inside your mouth while his thumb gently rolls one of your nipples. Milk wets his thumb, causing Bucky to groan deeply.

“I gotta have a taste,” he lowers himself to wrap his warm mouth around your left nipple, carefully suckling at the pebbled nub. 

“Bucky,” you run your fingers through his short strands while your husband alternatively licks and sucks at your nipples. He gently massages your breasts, hoping to get another taste of your milk. “Baby.”

“Fuck, you are so sexy, baby doll. And you taste even better,” he nips at your nipples again, teasing the pert little nubs. “Now, let me taste something even better.”

“Oh, you naughty man, Mr. Barnes…” you giggle as Bucky walks you toward the bed. 

“I’m going to eat you alive…”

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[thornsnvultures]

everything I want...

bucky barnes x plus size!avenger!reader

summary: being sent on a mission with bucky should be a piece of cake, but he's been acting strange around you for weeks now and you have no clue why.

cw: SMUT, fingering, oral sex (fem rec), shower sex, p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, breath play, breeding kink, pregnancy/lactation kink (very little), possessive pervy bucky (he gets a bit feral in this one), solo masturbation mention (m), steve rogers meddling being a great wingman, angst with a happy ending, 4.4k words

a/n: my entry for the lovely @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event 🖤 Lust is the sin I chose for this fic and really it was an excuse to write filth lol I really hope you enjoy it! (and a quick thanks to everyone who encouraged me to keep going, this fic wouldn't be here without you)

18+ MINORS DNI

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"You'll be with Barnes for this mission. Get in, get out, no big deal. We've done this before and it doesn't look like it'll be much of a problem."

Steve smiles politely at you as he hands you the briefing folder with all the info on where you'll be going and why.

"If it's so easy why doesn't Barnes go alone?"

You regret opening your mouth as soon as the words come out, choosing to bite your lip and open the folder instead of looking at Steve's patented Look of Disapproval.

"Be ready and on the jet in two hours," Steve sighs.

"Yes, Captain."

Steve marches out of the room, always moving like a man on a mission even when he's not on one. No, this one's just you and Bucky. The man who's been avoiding you like the plague the last few weeks. Someone who you thought was at least a friendly acquaintance, a close colleague maybe.

He went from joking with you on the jet and bringing you coffee when he got one for himself from the canteen, to not even looking at you. Like even daring to lift his head when you walked by would get him booted from the team and sent back to Hydra.

You wouldn't say the two of you were close, but being a part of this team, working with these people; it was hard making friends with people who didn't understand, who didn't live on the compound. Sure there were SHIELD agents you saw here and there at the gym or around medical or the offices. But you saw Bucky damn near every day since you joined the team. And now out of the blue he was pretending like you didn't exist.

It didn't help that you had a not so teeny tiny crush on the man either.

Maybe this mission was a peace offering, Steve's way of getting the two of you to rebuild, reconnect. For the betterment of the team...or whatever. The sooner you got it done, the sooner you could get home and get away; from Bucky and from your own hurt feelings.

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Steve was right, the mission didn't take long at all. You were able to get in and get out with the information you needed with little to no fuss. Barnes was the perfect partner to watch your six with the way he was avoiding you and it totally didn't bother you that he hadn't said a word to you outside of what was strictly necessary. Totally.

When you got back to the hotel, Bucky got on the phone with Steve right away, still avoiding. He did need to call Steve to debrief, but he wasn't even saying much, just standing there with the phone to his ear, grunting every now and then.

Frustrated, you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled of your boots. Bucky was facing the window, looking over the city. The hotel room was modest, but modest for Tony Stark's standards was still luxurious and you wanted to take advantage of the shower that was practically the size of your bedroom back home before you guys left. You weren't waiting for Bucky to shower first.

"I'm taking a shower," you called out. Bucky made a noise but didn't turn around. His back muscles shifted against the tight black tshirt he wore when he shrugged at something Steve must've said over the phone. You couldn't hear what they were discussing but you could sense Bucky's tension from across the room. From the way he looked you'd think the mission was a failure, that he was reporting back with terrible news even though you know everything went well. Your fingers itched to rub soothing circles over his back, ease some of that tension away...

Shower, think of the shower. He doesn't deserve it.

Once you figured out which knobs controlled which of the four differently angled shower heads, you hopped in. Your clothes lay discarded on the sink as steam filled the room. It was heavenly. You'd have to ask Tony about installing a system like this in your apartment.

As you soaped up with the hotel body wash, your mind started to wander to the same person it always seemed to these days.

Part of why Bucky's sudden rejection was so painful was how much you'd grown to care about him. It felt silly, having a crush like this at your grown ass age, but that's what it was. Your stomach fluttering, your heart racing. You hoped he didn't know just how much he affected you every time he brought you coffee or talked to you or sat near you in a meeting.

Maybe that's why he's been avoiding you, maybe he caught on and...he doesn't feel the same way. Maybe he's trying to put distance between the two of you so you'd get the hint.

God, how embarrassing. You stand there with your hands on your chest, over your breaking heart, and try to hold it together instead of blabbering like a baby.

Of course he doesn't want you. He's a super soldier, practically a God. And he's been through so much. He's not the type to want a...girlfriend right now, especially someone on the team.

Suds drip from your breasts as you try to finish your shower, bending over to scrub your feet while you try not to cry. It's silly, silly and stupid. But you were hoping that even if he didn't like you that way, that you wouldn't lose a friend too.

The thought of him never speaking to you again makes a tear finally fight its way free and you choke out a sob as it falls down your cheek. You hope the pounding water is enough to mask your choking sobs but who knows. Your emotions are all over the place. You can't seem to stop crying and you're angry. Angry at Steve for putting you on this mission, angry at your tears and angry that Bucky might be totally lost to you.

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Bucky can smell you.

He stands by the hotel window, holding the bridge of his nose like that'll make it stop. It never does. You're always there, invading his senses. Not just your body wash or the shampoo you use, or the heavy floral stuff the hotel has stocked up in the bathroom. He's trying not to imagine you using the individually wrapped bars of soap to lather yourself up not twenty feet away from him, but just like his hand on his nose, nothing helps.

No, even under all the artificial stuff, it's you that drives his senses wild. Something encoded in your goddamn DNA that fries his brain.

It took him a while to figure out what it was that made it hard to be around you. He could ignore it at first, when you first joined the team. He was still fresh himself, finally coming back to be a do-gooder with Steve and the team after talking time to heal and scrape away what was left of Hydra's programming. There wasn't time to acknowledge the way his dick twitched every time you entered the room. It wasn't appropriate. And Steve would kick his ass for chatting up the newcomer anyway.

But as the weeks and months drew on, as he found himself getting more comfortable, more used to a routine that always seemed to revolve around you, he couldn't ignore it.

He felt like a dog in heat. Most of the time he could manage it, but there were days out of every month where he'd scramble for the nearest bathroom, broom closet, empty meeting room, anything after being with you for even five minutes so he could relieve himself. Biting his lip until he bled to keep from cursing your name as he worked his fist over his cock until there was nothing left.

It was maddening, the shift in your scent. He craved you constantly, but those times when his needs couldn't be ignored he felt out of control. Like he was a snap of your fingers away from becoming him again.

It wasn't until you left your phone unattended in the compound gym that things started to make sense.

You had been chatting on the treadmill with a SHIELD agent. Bucky pretended to be focused on his workout while he listened in to your conversation. Your agent friend was talking about her and her partner trying for a baby so you recommended a period tracker app that you had been using for a while.

"It's great! After you've been using it for a few months it can predict when you'll be ovulating for max baby making potential."

Your friend laughed at the saucy tone in your voice, Bucky nearly dropped the massive dumbell he was curling on his foot. Images of you, breasts heavy and leaking, swollen and pregnant with his child was all he could see. And fuck him, he wanted it, needed it, craved it.

So when your friend was gone and you hopped off the treadmill momentarily in search of your water bottle, leaving your phone behind, Bucky took his chance to sneak a quick look.

It was all right there. He remembers the last day he could smell you so strongly he could barely stand it. He almost got caught in the gym showers, slamming a crack into the tile wall when he came so hard his vision went black with the scent of you burned in his brain. He didn't see you for two days after that but when he did there was a coppery edge to your scent. And the app on your phone proved it.

You were ovulating. Your body was practically screaming for him, demanding that he do what he was made to do and breed your sweet cunt. His need to rut into you, to bury himself deep and pump you full of his cum over and over, no matter how long it took until it sticks, finally made sense.

Bucky already knew he cared for you, but he didn't want to scare you, overwhelm you. He wanted to do right by you, take you on dates, show you how special you are to him. But this feral need to claim you wasn't stopping any time soon either. Maybe, he thought, he should give you some space. Give whatever this feeling was done distance and it would calm down. Then...then he could tell you how he felt. He needed to clear your scent from his mind before he was trapped in a constant state of relieving himself by his own hand month after month, wasting what belonged to you in tissues and shower drains.

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So he stayed away, for an entire month at that, before Steve got sick of his shit excuses and put the two of you on this mission together.

"Whatever's going on with you two, you need to work it out. We're not in forth grade any more, Buck, you can't pretend a girl has cooties just cause you feel weird about liking her."

Bucky tensed as he heard her boots fall to the floor behind him.

"I don't-"

"Don't bullshit me, Bucky."

"Language," Bucky's lip quirked, almost a smile.

"I'm taking a shower," you called from the other side of the room. Bucky grunted, not trusting himself to say anything more. He could feel your eyes on him.

"Just talk to her. I know what you're gonna say, she deserves better than a jerk like you. But she doesn't deserve the cold shoulder."

Bucky shrugged, forgetting that Steve couldn't see him. He heard the bathroom door click shut and his forehead dropped against the window.

"You don't get it, Steve. She's different. I can't control myself around her. I'm hanging on by a thread here."

Steve sighs and says something else but Bucky barely hears it over the sound of running water and your clothes hitting the floor. 

"Bucky, you there?"

Shit.

"Sorry, I should...I gotta go."

"She likes you too, idiot." A part of him knew but hearing it out loud felt surreal. "I got the same senses you do. Better even," Bucky shakes his head at Steve's teasing, "I can hear her pulse pick up when she looks at you, how her breathing changes. How she sits close to you, touches you whenever she can."

Bucky shivers thinking of your hands on him, pulling him into your shower with you, letting him get close enough to touch you the way he's dying to touch you.

"And you know I can smell how wet she gets when y-"

"Watch it, Rogers," Bucky snaps with a growl in his throat.

"Then get your shit together, Barnes! She wants you too, you're not gonna scare her off."

Bucky wants to tell Steve he doesn't have any idea what he's talking about when he hears what sounds like crying coming from the bathroom. 

"Alright, if you're done playing matchmaker I gotta go."

Bucky hangs up before Steve can say another word and tosses his phone on the bed. Before he can think better of it his boots are off and he's pulling his shirt up and over his head. His heart is being torn to shreds with every sob that shudders through thin walls and he has the sinking feeling that it's all his fault.

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You don't hear the bathroom door open, but you feel the rush of cool air hitting your back. Before you can wipe away your tears and yell at Bucky for coming in before you were finished, he's right there. His hands grip your waist and turn you around.

"Bucky.

"Shh, I've got you."

He pulls you in, crushing you to his bare chest in a fierce hug. You don't know what's happening or why but he's here. Finally he's here and you're not gonna do a thing to stop it.

Your face is still wet with tears when he kisses you, consumes you, more like. His lips, teeth, tongue invading your mouth and begging you to open up and let him take all of you. You're shaking when he lets you go long enough to breathe, but his hands don't let you go, only wrapping around tighter and lifting you up against his broad chest when he feels your legs go weak.

It's everything you've every dreamed of, there's no way it's real. He's naked for fuck's sake. You can see his discarded jeans on the floor by the door, feel the evidence of his nudity pressing long and thick against your thigh.

His lips work down the length of your neck, down your chest, to suck a puckered, soapy nipple into his mouth. He's looking up at you with those murky blue eyes and your mind goes blank. You don't care why he chose now of all times to see you, to touch you, as long as he doesn't stop, as long as he keeps sucking and licking and biting you just like that. And you really must've hit your head because, fuck, you're already this close to coming and that's never happened before.

Your thighs press together, searching for any kind of friction, as you tug on Bucky's hair. When you pull, his eyes roll back. He groans, the noise shooting straight to your pussy.

Still holding you up with one hand, Bucky bullies your thighs apart with the other, spreading you open and on your tip toes so he can slide his fingers over your cunt. Two thick digits slip between your folds and shove into your cunt. You gasp, writhing around his fingers. It's too much, you feel so fucking full you can barely stand it. But Bucky keeps working his fingers, scissoring them, spreading them deep as he pumps them in and out. Your nails scrape against his skin, scrambling across his broad shoulders to find purchase as he brings you careening fast over the edge until you're plummeting, screaming his name as you spasm around his fingers.

He pulls his fingers away and you watch, dazed and panting as he sucks them clean. The way he moans around his fingers nearly has you coming again.

"Bucky, please," you don't know what you're asking for but you don't care. You'll gladly take anything he gives you.

"Need more," he groans, his eyes glazed. "Can I have more, angel?"

You're nodding wildly as he sits you down on the shower bench. Hot water rains down on his back and he's lifting your feet up on the bench so he can keep you spread wide open. His big hands clamp down on your thighs and it would be almost painful if you weren't distracted by the way his mouth latched onto your clit.

"Fuck! Bucky, oh my god," there wasn't any stopping your rambling, begging, pleading. It was too much, too good. Bucky's moans vibrated to your core. He feasted on you like you were his last meal, licking every drop of your juices, sucking each fold before fucking into you with his tongue.

You could think, talk, breathe. All you knew was Bucky's touch as he made you come again. Your legs shook and your back arched and it went on for what felt like forever, this mind blowing pleasure that you almost didn't feel worthy of. That he looked up at you as he cleaned you up with his tongue like you were everything to him in this moment made your eyes well up again for being so emotional.

A look of worry wrinkles Bucky's brow. 

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

With a shaky hand you brushed back an errant hair from his forehead and caressed his cheek. "No, I'm fine. Sorry, I just get emotional like this before, y'know..." You didn't want say it, especially not to a guy you liked right after he ate you out. It was hard to look at him still sitting there between your legs, your face feeling hotter by the second.

"You mean before your period?"

You sputtered and tried to close your legs. No way, there's no way you're talking about your period with your dream man with your legs spread open like he's your gyno.

"Don't hide from me," Bucky growled. You watched, your jaw dropping, as he nuzzled his nose into your mound at the apex of your sex and breathed in deep, filling his lungs with your scent.

"How did you know?"

"Your phone, you left it open at the gym." Bucky doesn't stop kissing your mound, your belly. It's like he's a cat and you're the catnip. "And I can smell it on you. Your scent changes, gets...deeper somehow. Like you're calling to me."

Suddenly he's lifting you up and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist with a shout of surprise. Bucky grabs one of the giant hotel towels on his way out of the bathroom, carrying you like it's nothing. It is for him, but it's jarring. You always forget that he's not just some guy. Like the fact that his enhanced senses don't just include hearing and sight. Of fucking course he can scent you like a bloodhound.

Bucky lays out the big, fluffy towel and drops you on it, watching with hunger in his eyes as you jiggle when your body bounces on the mattress. You want to cover yourself with your arms and squeeze your legs shut, but you hear his voice in your head. 

"Don't hide from me."

Bucky crawls on top of you, his thick arms and broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. It's just him and you and this bed. And between you his cock pushes thick and needy against your weeping cunt. His hips twitch as he kisses you, lightly rubbing the thick vein running down his cock through your folds.

"Please, Bucky," you whine against his lips.

His forehead rests against yours briefly before he sits back on his heels. Bucky's heavy-lidded gaze is hungry, staring at the way your cream coats his cock.

"Please don't tease me, Bucky," your plea comes out shaky and unsure. "I can't take it."

Bucky caresses your cheek, tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb.

"If you let me in, I don't think I'll ever leave."

Your brows pinch, your heart hammers away in your throat. You get the feeling he doesn't just mean in the physical sense.

"I don't want you to leave."

Bucky's eyes shut and his jaw clenches and you reach for him. To take his face in your hands so you can pull him close and look into those beautiful blue eyes when he finally thrusts inside. And he lets you.

You hold him in your hands as his whole body shakes. You've never felt so full, so complete, but you need more. If only he'd move, you need him to move.

"Bucky-"

The growl that explodes from deep in Bucky's chest is the only warning you get before he pulls back, nearly all the way out, and slams back in. The force of it shoves the air from your lungs and you can scarcely catch your breath before he does it again and again, picking up pace until he's hammering into you, pounding you into the mattress. His groin grinds against your pelvis with every deep thrust, the thatch of hair there teasing your clit.

Bucky takes you by the throat, tenderly at first, saying, "Look at me. Don't look away, beautiful, keep those eyes open."

It's a struggle but those blue eyes ground you as your mind tries to float away. You don't know what sounds you're making, what you're even saying but Bucky shushes you, tells you he's got you, you're his.

"My pussy. Mine to fill up, right, beautiful? All mine."

You nod your head as best you can with his fingers on your jaw, babbling nonsense. He doesn't slow or stop, that super-soldier stamina helping him keep a brutal pace.

Bucky grabs your right thigh, turning it over so it's on top of your left and holding it there with the hand not on your throat. Your eyes roll back at the way the new position has him grinding against your inner walls. You thought you felt full before, but this is something else entirely.

Your hands fly up to Bucky's forearm, desperate for a part of him to hold on to as he looms over you, taking what belongs to him. His hand on the meat of your thigh tightens as he grunts and groans and you grip at the hand on your throat, silently begging for his gentle hold to tighten too.

His eyes soften, as he shifts his hand and squeezes. This man could end you right here, right now, with a twitch of his finger but he's looking at you like you're delicate, so fucking delicate and it doesn't make any sense. Your brain is fried, everything feels like too much and just right at the same time. Like you're meant to be here under him, full of him, taking everything he gives you.

"God, you're so beautiful."

Your legs shake under his grip and you feel yourself implode. His words ricochet around your head as you come, coating his cock, and the sheets, with your release.

Bucky's grip on your throat loosens and he collapses on top of you, capturing your lips with his, cradling his arms around you. His full weight on top of your twisted, bent body is a welcome pressure. You never want him to leave.

"Mine," he growls again. "Gotta fill you up, breed this sweet little cunt so everyone knows you're mine. I can't hold back anymore. Say it. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours, Bucky," you cry, "all yours. Only yours."

Bucky lifts your right leg up over his shoulder, spreading you wide open. He brings his thick fingers down on your messy cunt with a wet slap and you cry out, shaking as you come again.

"That's it, beautiful. Milk me fucking dry."

Bucky's hips stutter and go still and he shouts, spilling inside you, filling you to the brim.

Bucky lets your leg fall from his shoulder and collapses on top of you. Before he can suffocate you, not that you'd mind, he rolls the two of you onto your side and holds you tight to his chest. You can feel his release slipping out, oozing down your thigh. There's so much, you don't even want to think about the clean up. Not now, not when it's so much easier to think about how good it feels to be here, in his arms.

"You're mine," Bucky whispers into your hair, taking a heavy breath, filling his lungs with your scent. 

"All yours," you smile, your cheek pressing against his solid chest.

"I mean it. Not just here, not just tonight. I want to make you mine, angel."

Bucky sounds so serious it almost worries you. You turn your head where it rests on his bicep, trying to not get distracted by how big it is. Those blue eyes of his are soft but searching your face, like he needs you to understand, to know that he means it.

"I want that, Bucky. I want it so bad."

Your voice is quiet but you know he can hear you loud and clear, can hear the desperation in his voice mirrored back in yours.

His big hands roam your body, caressing your breast, your hips, like he wants to touch you everywhere all at once. You help him settle on a place by lifting your leg and curling it over his hip. You can see it on Bucky's face, how much he needs you. The way your combined scents make his nostrils flare, the tightening of his jaw. His fingers leave your hip and delve between the juncture of your thighs, a groan rumbling through his chest.

"Bucky," you pant as his fingers play in the mess he made, slipping in and out of your cunt.

He kisses your forehead, continuing to work you open once again.

"Need to have you again, angel." Bucky doesn't wait for you to respond before he's guiding himself in til you're full to bursting. "Gotta keep you stuffed full, baby."

You shudder at his words, his hands roaming your body.

"I'm yours, Bucky. All yours."

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[evansbby]

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, daddy kink, dark Steve, lactation kink, breeding kink, a/b/o dynamics, some feet stuff, oral (female receiving), 18+ minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve is horny but you’re asleep. That doesn’t mean he won’t have his fun...

(𝑨/𝑵): This is heavy with the somno, so please beware of that! If it isn’t your cup of tea, feel free to ignore and move on! 

It’s only 11 at night when Steve walks back into his house. Sam and Bucky are still at the party, but Steve had grown bored within an hour. The truth was, parties didn’t hit the same anymore. Just a bunch of drunk assholes and slutty cheerleaders grinding against each other in a dark haze of alcohol and weed. And as much as Steve tried to enjoy himself, his mind would always drift back to you.

His little omega, perfectly quiet and shy. Safe and sound in his bedroom (he’d locked the doors of the house before he’d left, lest you sneak out. Not that you ever would). Sometimes, he drags you along to these parties only because you look so deliciously uncomfortable and cling to him in the sexiest way. He also likes showing you off from time to time, knowing that the other alphas would kill to have you.

But mostly, Steve likes keeping you safe in his bedroom. He likes walking in to you studying on his desk or his bed, with your little Steve Junior under your arm. Wearing Steve’s old football jersey that completely dwarfs you, his mark on your neck peeking out from under your hair and reminding him of his complete and utter ownership over you.

Fuck, now Steve’s hard. He hopes you’re not asleep, because he can’t wait to sink into your tight little snatch, feel you squeeze around his cock like it’s your job. You’re always so ready for him, so needy for his dick and so snug around it, all weepy and grabby as your feral desire overtakes your shyness. Jesus fucking Christ, his dick is harder than a rock, and he all but sprints up to his bedroom.

You’re asleep. And goddamit, you look so fucking cute. Wrapped up in the comforter like a little burrito in the middle of his king-sized bed. Your head resting on Steve’s pillow rather than your own, and your Steve Junior teddy cuddled up in your arms. Steve feels his mouth quirk up into a smile before he stops himself – he’s no pussy simp! But you do look cute as fuck, so sweet and innocent. So different from all the other sluts he’s used to.

Slowly, Steve peels the comforter off your body before rolling his eyes because underneath that, you’ve covered yourself even further with your little fuzzy blanket that’s more ratty than it is fuzzy. Omegas and their damn nesting tendencies. Steve makes a mental note to order you a new blanket as he sheds this one off of you, only to be greeted by a host of stuffed animals covering your body in yet another layer that he has to get past.

“Fucking asshole toys.” He mutters, before shoving all your toys (except Steve Junior) into a haphazard heap on the floor, making sure to give one or two of them a hard punch in the face for being annoying.

And sure, Steve realises that his room is a lot more feminine now ever since you moved in – flowery bedsheets and stuffed animals everywhere and your beautiful perfumey scent covering everything he owns. But he doesn’t mind as much as he initially thought he would. When Sharon was his girlfriend, he never let her live with him but she would spend the night and try to mess with his stuff by putting her own things on his desk. Best believe, Steve would chuck her random shit in the trash, but you? You’re different.

“So fucking cute…” He murmurs to himself, watching you shiver and hold on tightly to Steve Junior, your nose digging into his fur and a sweet little frown on your face at the loss of warmth from the lack of comforter. He can’t help but stroke your cheek with his knuckles, loving how soft you are. So sweet and pretty and perfect. And most importantly, all his. Every inch of your body belongs to Steve, and it makes him so fucking hard.

“Baby, you have no idea how horny I am right now.” He tells you, continuing to stroke your face while you lay asleep on his pillow. He casually palms his dick with his other hand, already feeling like he’ll blow his load just from looking at you sleeping. “And look at you, fast asleep when you’re the one who gets daddy all riled up in the first place.”

“Steve?” You mumble, scrunching your nose cutely, and it looks like you’re stirring. But you only toss and turn a bit before getting comfortable again, and Steve resumes stroking your cheek for a while before his hand starts slipping down. Down past your delicate neck which bares not only his mark, but often also the imprints of his fingers after he’s choked you during a particularly rough fuck. Down to your chest, covered in his old jersey filled with holes.

He pushes the jersey up over your breasts, watching, almost hypnotised, as your nipples harden in the cool air. God, he loves your tits so fucking much, and you look so pretty all nude and bathing in the moonlight.

It reminds him of the early days, before he’d claimed you. Sometimes, he’d follow you home. Well, that ratty dorm room you called home. And it was all too easy to stand outside your window, watch you change because you were too dumb to draw your curtains. And those moments when you were bare, the moonlight painting you a pretty silver and you being completely unaware that Steve was watching you… Fuck, how beautiful you’d looked. And how hard Steve would cum every time he’d jack off to the memory.

Except not anymore, because now he has you in his bed. His own personal omega to do with as he pleases. Awake or asleep, it doesn’t matter to Steve – he owns you after all. In fact, you should thank him for being thoughtful and not waking you up. And a part of him does want to wake you up so he can fuck the living daylights out of you while you whine and cry all sleepily. But there’s just something about you, asleep and innocent, not knowing he’s watching you and touching you.

Fuck, he can’t help but lean down to suck your nipple. You’re practically begging for it, after all! Lying there with your nipples so hard they could cut glass. And you let out the cutest little whimper when his mouth latches onto one of your breasts, almost as if you’re having a dirty dream about him. Steve really hopes you are, because he has sex dreams about you all the time. He has ever since he first saw you.

“God, your tits are so sexy, baby.” He tells you as he squeezes and sucks. And Steve loves sucking your nipples, he could do it for hours if it was feasible. He loves how you card your fingers through his hair (when you’re awake, that is) and press his face more into your breasts while you whine like a baby. Sometimes, he likes to pretend you’re pregnant and he’s sucking your milk as you let him feed from you. God, that would be so fucking sexy – he can’t wait till he knocks you up.

“Mmhmm.” You mumble in your sleep, and Steve smirks against your nipple, licking and biting and grazing his teeth against it, sucking your whole breast into his mouth obscenely, wishing he had set his camera up so he could’ve got all of this on tape. And then he’d make you watch it tomorrow morning and threaten to post it online. (Not that he ever would, but he loves making you cry and beg).

“Daddy knows,” He tells you when he glances up to see you still asleep but your lips have formed the shape of an ‘o’ and there’s a tell-tale furrow between your brow. “Daddy knows what a dirty girl you are, how you like it when I use your body while you sleep.” He switches to your other breast, wanting to bite down hard but knowing you’d wake up if he did. He squeezes and pushes your tits together as he sucks obscenely, his hard dick poking against your leg through his jeans as he hovers over you. Damn, he can’t wait till you’re pregnant and lactating, and your tits would be so fucking huge and heavy when you’d breastfeed him.

“God, you’re teasing me, aren’t you, baby omega?” Steve lets go of your nipple with a pop, admiring his saliva shining all over your bare breasts. “You just had to look all sexy while you slept, didn’t you? It’s all your fault that I have to use you like this, baby. All your fault. But that’s okay, because daddy’s gonna make you feel good too.”

And with that, he continues exploring your body. Stroking and fondling and licking his way down your stomach, making sure to poke his tongue into your belly button. You shuffle a bit at that, but Steve holds your body in place and watches intently as you mumble something unintelligible before relaxing into deep sleep once more.

“Let’s see how wet your little baby pussy is, shall we?” Steve asks, and he can feel his excitement because his blood is rushing straight down to his dick. If he was hard before, he can’t even describe how uncomfortable his boner is now. Quickly, he undoes his fly and pulls his dick out, hissing in relief once his throbbing length bobs up against his abs.

He grabs your thighs, taking a moment to appreciate how soft you feel, before prying your legs apart. And he knows you’re not wearing any panties because he forbade you from doing so in bed. (He needs easy access at night and in the morning when he fucks you). And your bare pussy glistens in the moonlight and fuck, Steve feels like a salivating animal. He gets the sudden feral urge to mount you and fuck you so hard, fill you up over and over again with his seed while you scream for him to stop because he’s being too rough.

Instead, Steve closes his eyes for a second and savours your sweet scent. God, your pussy smells so good. It’s like your scent but amplified. And the best part? You’re completely soaked. He can’t believe just how wet you are, your pussy glistening in the moonlight as you lay all spread out before him. You’ve even dripped down onto his sheets, leaving a damp patch underneath you and Steve is utterly transfixed.

“Naughty little baby, look at the mess you’ve made,” he scolds, giving your thigh a gentle slap. He wants to hit you harder but he knows you’ll wake up if he does. “Look how fucking soaked you are for daddy.” He glances down at his dick which he’s slowly pumping with his other hand. Instinctively, he swipes the bead of precum from the head of his cock and looks up at your face wickedly, “Daddy’s hard for you too, omega.”

He rubs his precum on your lower lip, breath hitching at the sexiness of it all. And you look so pretty and sleepy, immediately licking your lips and moaning softly while he stares at you with wide eyes. “Mmm,” you whimper, and it’s the sexiest little whimper ever. And, as if things couldn’t get any hotter, your lips latch onto his thumb, sucking his digit while Steve swears under his breath.

“You’re a little freak in the sheets even when you’re asleep, aren’t you?” He marvels, letting you suckle his thumb while his dick throbs with need. “God, none of the guys would believe what a slutty little thing you are behind closed doors. Sucking on daddy’s thumb like a little slut? And after I’ve fed you my cum? Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking sexy and you have no fucking idea, do you?”

You don’t answer, of course, but you pout in your sleep when he removes his thumb from your mouth. He gives your cheek a few condescending pats before refocusing on your pussy. Fuck, Steve’s practically salivating at your sweet little cunt all splayed out for him, and you’re none the wiser while you sleep, clutching that damned Steve Junior in your arms.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to dig in like he’s a starved man. His lips immediately latch around your clit, which is puffy and swollen and so cute. He sucks hard, eyes widening when you let out the loudest moan yet. But then you settle back down, still asleep, and Steve continues as if he’s famished and about to start a five-course-meal.

“Your cute little button’s all puffy, baby.” Steve tells you, “I wonder what you’re dreaming about that’s got you all worked up.” He puffs his chest out, “Well, I know it’s me. And tomorrow you’ll act all innocent like you always do, and stutter all cutely as if you aren’t acting like a little whore in heat right now.”

And sure enough, you’re steadily grinding down on Steve’s face, unconscious as ever but he just loves the feel of your wet cunt against his face. Half of him wants to flip both of you over so that you’re sitting on his face, completely smothering him with your sweet folds while he bites and sucks and probes and brings you to one orgasm after another.

Instead, he continues licking you, loving how your thrusts meet his licks, and how your quivering thighs limply wrap around his head. He spits, watching his saliva pool around your engorged clit before he gives it another hearty suck. And fuck, he knows your body so well, he knows you’re about to orgasm because of the way you start panting, and how your knees try to lock around his head.

And Steve pulls away, because you’re his and he’ll decide when (or if) you cum tonight. And he loves the little pout your lips form into, and how you frown in your sleep and clutch Steve Junior harder. “Slutty little omega…” Steve murmurs before trailing sloppy kisses down your thigh. Stroking the smooth skin of your calf before he grabs your ankle, and his gaze shifts and eyes grow darker.

He’s still jacking off with one hand, the other holding your leg as he carefully examines the anklet he’d gifted you a few days ago. It’s a dainty gold chain with charms that spell out his name. Steve Rogers. He’d instructed you to put it on and absolutely never take it off unless he told you to. It’s another reminder that you are completely and irrevocably his, an omega who is claimed property, and his first before anything else.

The anklet is amongst the many different ways he plans to own you. First was his mark on your neck, of course. Then this anklet that spells out his name. And then what? Maybe a necklace with his initials? Or a tattoo above your pussy that firmly states: “S.G.R”? God, his dick twitches at the very thought.

But the anklet looks so dainty around your ankle, and he gets the sudden urge to nuzzle your foot up against his face, the feeling going straight to his dick. He can’t help but admire your pretty feet, how he’d paid for you to get a pedicure and they’d painted your toes a pretty white colour. Fuck, so fucking sexy. He presses a kiss on each toe before his lips trail downwards, leaving wet kisses on the pad of your foot before licking a tantalising stripe down the instep of your heel.

Your entire body jolts, and Steve can practically sense your pussy clenching and releasing more of your wetness to drip down on the sheets below. Your sweet fucking cream staining his sheets because your baby pussy is getting turned on by your alpha kissing your feet. Steve can’t help but smirk, and wonders how he’ll tell you this tomorrow.

He takes his phone out and clicks on the camera, recording while grabbing your other foot and repeating the same actions. Pressing little butterfly kisses on each toe while you wiggle and squirm in your sleep. And then he licks up your foot, gently sucking on your toes while he tries not to groan at how sexy this is.

He lets go with a pop, throwing his phone aside while he smirks down at you, “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that, baby. I know you did because I know what a slutty little girl you are.” He strokes your leg, “Don’t worry, daddy filmed it for my private collection. I’m sure you’ll love to see it tomorrow.”

He can just imagine how distraught and shy you’d be when he showed you the video, how you’d beg him to delete it. But he wouldn’t. He has almost hundreds of videos and pictures of you already taking up half the storage on his phone. He’s just so addicted to capturing you on film, addicted to how your naked body moves and responds to him. It’s fascinating, beautiful, so sexy and incredibly hot. And he can’t get enough.

Now, Steve crawls back up your body. And he knows he’s acting like a total creep, and that he could just wake you up and fuck you like how he usually does. But there’s something so vulnerable about you being fast asleep, and he’s nowhere near done playing with you.

You’re on your back, snoring softly into Steve Junior’s fur. But Steve gently manhandles you till you’re facedown, your stomach against the sheets and his favourite part of your body facing him. And he almost salivates at the sight of your bare ass, all cute and round and poking out at him as if you’re teasing him. As if you’re begging to be touched and groped and violated. (Not that it would be a violation, since Steve owns your body and can do with it what he pleases, and when he pleases).

He can’t help but give your ass cheek a firm little slap, watching with baited breath as you mumble something under your breath. Still asleep. He pinches and prods and squeezes to his heart’s desire, like your ass is his own personal toy. Which, in a way, it is. Under the dim moonlight, he can see his teeth-marks on your flesh where he’d bit you the last time he’d spanked you. He just couldn’t help it then, and his chest fills with pride now, hoping the mark will permanently mar your ass and remind you of who you belong to.

“Your sexy little ass is just begging to be fucked, omega.” Steve breathes, imagining how tight and sexy it would feel if he just shoved his dick up your ass. But instead, he leans down to give your smooth skin a light kiss, before turning you onto your back once more. And it’s crazy how deep of a sleeper you are, unperturbed by how he’s playing with your unconscious body which he jacks off.

“Steve…mhm…please…” You breathe softly, and the delicate sound goes straight to his dick. You were begging for his dick, even in your sleep. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing Steve had ever witnessed, he didn’t know what was.

“Oh. So you want me to take advantage of you while you sleep?” He tsks, giving your cheek another condescending pat. “What a naughty little girl you are, but I already knew that. You may be all innocent but that doesn’t mean you’re not a cock-hungry little slut when you’re under me.” He pinches your cheek and chuckles under his breath when you pout.

He carefully straddles your chest, making sure not to crush you with his weight. But now, he’s got his dick right above your sweet, sleeping face. He cant help but rub it against your cheeks and nose and forehead, making sure his scent and his precum is smeared all over your face. And fuck, he’s so ready to just blow his load.

“Slutty little omega…” Steve breathes, tracing the tip of his dick against your soft lips. And, as if on cue and by some fucking miracle, your lips part. Steve can’t believe it, “Good girl. That’s such a good little girl…” He praises you, inserting his tip into your mouth and watching in awe as you suckle it in your sleep.

“Mhm, daddy…” You moan sleepily, like a fucking porn-star or an actress at least. Steve is in complete awe at how whiny and needy you sound and it goes straight to his dick.

“That’s right, baby. Suck daddy’s dick like the obedient little slut you are.” He commands you, wanting to shove his whole length into your mouth but knowing he’d choke you if he did that. Instead, he lets you suck on his tip while he continues to jack off at the sight. With his other hand, he grabs yours and squeezes it, not really knowing why apart from the fact that he felt the need to do it.

He cums fast, and it’s no surprise since he’s been edging himself all this time whilst fondling your body. And he’s so used to cumming down your throat, that it takes all his willpower to pull out before he blows his load all over your face. And fuck, if it isn’t the sexiest thing in the world, your face coated in his cum, and you still don’t wake up.

“Fuckin’ cockslut.” Steve mutters under his breath, stopping to marvel at how beautiful you look before he gathers the cum on your cheek with his finger and slips it into your mouth, smirking when you suck it off obediently. Fuck, even in your sleep you’re obedient. He continues to feed you his cum until your face is somewhat clean (he leaves a bit of residue, something for you to wonder about in the morning). And then he climbs off you, something inside him compelling him to give you a soft kiss on the cheek for being such a good girl for him.

He takes a quick trip to the bathroom to piss and wash off before changing into a pair of sweats and returning. You’re still asleep, of course. It’s slightly alarming, what a deep sleeper you are, but you still look cute as fuck. You’re on his side of the bed, head resting on his pillow, and so he has to gently scoop you up and slip in underneath you before placing you down on his chest and covering the two of you with the heavy comforter.

“Steve? You’re home?” You say sleepily, cuddling up into his chest as his arms wrap around you. Your eyes are still shut and you seem to be half asleep still, and unaware of everything that’s just taken place in the past few minutes, but he can’t help but respond.

“Yeah. The party was boring.”

“Missed you.” You mumble softly into the hardness of his chest, and Steve feels a certain stirring deep down.

He yawns, “Oh yeah? I was only gone for a few hours.”

“Always miss you.”

And then you’re snoring softly once more, and Steve’s left to stare at the ceiling in pitch darkness. You’re still and content, cuddled up on his side and practically on top of him, with Steve Junior in your arms. Sound asleep. And Steve can’t help but hold you just a little bit tighter, and give you a soft kiss on your forehead, before he follows suit.

THE END! 

Please do let me know what you think! I know this is a drabble but technically it isn’t bc it’s like 3.9k words!! So please do give feedback and tell me what you think and reblog and all that good stuff! Love you guys and I love writing for this pairing!!! I was hesitant to write more in Steve’s POV but I just focused on his horniness and not on any emotional stuff!!! THANK YOU FOR READING BYE

[berrieluv]

YOU ASKED LOL. Smutty request for bucky x female reader.

You let it slip that you’re looking forward to trying to have his baby some day soon. It ignites a good old fashioned 1940s FIRE inside of him. (Breeding kink, pregnancy, conception, INTENSE p in v, etc.) Reader has a kink for bucky then eating himself out of her. 😅

the good old-fashioned way.

thank you sooo much for requesting, it means a lot to me, hope i make justice to your ask and you like this <3

bucky barnes x cis fem!reader tw. breeding kink, lactation kink, penetrative sex, cream pie, oral (female receiving), squirt, talks of children, mention of reader having big boobs, unprotected sex, dirty talk, let me know if i miss anything.

It was an intimate dinner, just friends, almost family were sitting around the big table on the Stark Tower, you had no intention on saying something like that, not when you knew Bucky was just adapting to life and a drastic change like that could impact – not necessarily in a bad way but you knew the probabilities of being in a good one were little – too hard on him.

"Well I would like it anyways" You said, nonchalantly, eating another portion of the fancy dinner the Stark household had prepare. Everyone turn their gazes to you and you just shrug,

Pepper smirked, she liked your comment, she thought Morgan needed friends, and the compound was in need of another kid. Steve looked at Bucky worriedly, the brunette just staring at you with his big blue eyes; "Yeah, like, I wouldn't mind the mess, honestly. It could drain me I have it in mind but I would love to have James' babies"

It did it for him. His uncomfortable sitting made Steve feel bad for him, it took him by surprise, and he knew Bucky wanted to give you everything you could ever want, no matter if he had to go to the ends of the world. But Steve knew (thought) he wasn't ready for kids.

He looks at you, pleading with his eyes to stop talking, he didn't want his best friend shifting uncomfortable the rest of the lovely night.

You just ignore Steve's pleads, truth to be told, you can't say you're overfond of him. Maybe it was the obsessive mania he had of interfering on yours and Bucky's marriage, but you never listened to you and you weren't planning on starting anytime soon.

Bucky took a deep breath, not because he was uncomfortable but because he was hard. He was so fucking horny it was crazy, he knows he loses all his senses when it comes to you, he knows it's not a surprise for his body to react with a boner around you.

But this. God. This felt fucking different for him. It was an intense feeling, an animalistic desire, the carnation of his most deepest dreams, his biggest wish just catching form in front of him, and he can do anything but stare at you, throwing your big family dreams around as if it was nothing. Unaware of the effects it has on him.

And he could only respond with a boner, painfully trying to scape his trousers.

"Having kids would be amazing, like, I can picture myself pregnant, I think I'll look really hot" You smile, knowing it would make Steve fucking mad, not even thinking about Bucky and his painful boner "Like, I wouldn't use any of those ugly maternity clothes, totally not my style" You smile and look at Bucky with what he thinks it's the prettiest and cutest smile he has seen in his life "... right, Jamie?"

He swallows the bulge in his throat, he thought it wasn't fair. The sweet way you were looking at him, a dreaming smile, completely focus on your future as a family and not in how he'll fucking fill you up with his cum.

"S-sorry, love?"

Steve murmurs a tiny 'Stop it', you can see his lips while anyone else can't. "I'll look hot pregnant, don't you think?"

He opens his eyes, big wide open blue eyes staring deeply at your soul, not worrying or panic a bit but trying to have a look at your face, trying to remember how it looks when you orgasm thanks to him.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll look really pretty, darling"

You smile, happy. You defeated Steve, won everyone's respect on the table for having such a soldier as James Buchanan Barnes eating from the palm of your hand, and you had Bucky blushing.

You drive back home, Bucky never liked to do it and you can't ask him to, you enjoyed anyways, and you were pretty sure that if you get tired, you could always ask him. After all, he would never say no to you.

"Bucks..." You start, looking quickly at him and smiling when you feel his eyes glued in you, his body slightly turned to look directly at you. "about what I said tonight, umm, sorry if I crossed some boundaries. Like, I know we should've talk it first before I let it out in front of any of our friends, but it just slipped out. The first time;" You chuckle "The rest of the conversation was totally on purpose"

Bucky felt his jeans tightening again. It took him around forty five minutes in the bathroom and a mix of disgusting thoughts to get rid of it. But then he remembered everything.

'I think I'll look hot pregnant', and his mind did wonders trying to get the picture. Your breasts big and heavy, a few drops of milk seeping out of your nipples and your big, round belly.

You eyed him when the silence lasted too long, worried that he could've feel really uncomfortable by it, but the first thing you notice is his crotch.

"Oh, God, Bucky" You say, half amused, half surprised "Are you turned on by this?"

You park on your department building parking lot and turn to look at him. You smirk at him, looking how shy and embarrassed his face looks.

"Oh, baby. Was I making you horny? I'm so sorry, Bucks. No problem, we can take care of it, wanna do it, Buck? Wanna be my baby daddy? I'm sure you want me to have all of your babies, love. And fuck I'm so fucking ready for it"

You start, moving his seat to have more access and sitting on top of him, moving your hips causing a friction on his dick.

"I can't wait to be all pregnant with your baby, Bucky. All round and big for you. Imagine me being your useless little house-wife, would you like it, babe?" He nods, closing his eyes.

"Fuck, yes, yes, baby" He answers between moans "I want you waiting for me at home. Expecting me to do something because you can't do shit by yourself, fuuuck, all because how pregnant you are"

"Bucky let's go home, mhm? Please, please, fuck me properly. I want all your cum inside me, don't let me waste any drop of it"

"Doll, you ask too much of me and I'm just a man" He answers, only to then correct himself "Fuck, no, I'm a super soldier, baby. God, you're so lucky, aren't you? You have a fucking super soldier all for yourself, who would fuck you until you're screaming for me to stop"

One thing you loved about Bucky is that he always keeps his promises. You've been married for about two years now, and never, not even while dating, he has break a promise. And he proved you he doesn't intend to start with this one.

Bucky lays you down on the bed, he knows it's your favorite place, even though you've try on many surfaces, he knows you, and he knows you feel better there.

He puts your knees as close to your head as he can, caressing your thighs and lifting up your tight dress, he palms your cunt covered by your panties and he pulls them aside, teasing you with his fingers, getting you wetter and ready for him, he wanted to slip in and out of you like in a water slide.

You moan, quietly, softer. Bucky likes it when you sound like this, so calm and relaxed by his fingers, as if sex with him was some kind of nervous medication. You take his hand as he fingers you faster, your wetness coming out of your pussy and your moans intensifying. You move your legs, trying to close them, crushing his forearms while your hands try to grab the sheets. He can see your cum dripping down your pussy and he feels jealous for a moment, completely desperate to replace it with his.

He doesn't wait for you to ask him, the look in your eyes is more than enough. He moans when his hand touches his hard cock, he puts it aligned to you and as fast as he's in, he starts to move his hips back and forwards. Normally, he'll start slow. He'll wait for you to adjust to him, but he couldn't. Not today at least, the images of you pregnant repeating in his mind, completely ready to take that out of his imagination and make it real.

For him, your moans intertwining with his are music for his ears, he thrusts deeper and slowly into you only to start to move faster again. His cock is too big for you and that's something you've been knowing.

Bucky's balls are hitting your skin and you start to moan louder, a high pitched voice this time and; fuck.

"Sweets" He calls between moans while his thrusts went deeper into you, completely smashing his balls against you. He can tell your dripping, and you know it too because you're feeling it. He can't go slower. Not when you're moaning like this. At the feeling of something like water hitting his cock when he gets it outside of your cunt, he looks at you, completely enamored "Did you just squirted?"

It was intense, the whole sheets were now wet, you look at him with doe eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed; "I'm sorry, Bucks"

"No, no, baby. None of that. That was. Fucking. Hot"

He says, not wasting time to being thrusting into you again, his thighs completely covered by your squirt.

"Doll, you're so fucking needy. I can feel how much your pretty pussy needs me right now, she's begging for me to fill her up, make you all heavily pregnant with my babies"

You look at him, your eyes completely shining and he's about to stop everything to kiss you right there, looking all cute and innocent, until your slutty moan caught his attention. He smiles and keeps his movements, feeling his cum finally finding its way into your pussy.

"Feel that, doll? Your cunt feels warm now with my cum? Take it all, baby. I promise you I'm getting you pregnant, fuck, fuck, you're gonna be such a beautiful wife. Can't wait to see you all dolled up for me, your maternity dresses allowing me to see your, fuck, your cute round belly. God, fuck, fuck, doll, just imagine, aaah, imagine your breasts, baby, they're big enough for me now, just imagine them full of milk"

"Please, please, Bucky"

"Please what, doll?" He laughs "I already cum inside. You want more? Your wifey whore cunt wants more?"

"Yes, yes, please, Bucky. Pleaseee"

"Only because you ask so nice"

He says, putting his dick inside of you again and moving his hips, thrusting into you. He goes faster every time you ask him to because how could he deny you of anything. His cum is already dripping all the way to your back, it's wonderful sometimes how Bucky doesn't care at all for your underwear, if it was for him, there would be nothing protecting you under your regular clothes.

"I'm coming again, princess. You think your pretty, little pussy can take it? Take me two times, baby? Yeah? Yeah, let's see that. Let's see how much of a super soldier you can take love. Don't waist a single drop, got it? I'll fucking punish you if you do"

"Buckyyyy" You whine and he looks at you.

"Doll, I already gave it to you two times. You know I can't go more"

"Wan' more, Bucky. Please, please, for me?"

Bucky sighs, you know and he knows he's obliged to do anything when you say the worlds 'for me', because he would never forgive himself to let something slip if it's for you.

So he starts again, his movements are sloppier and low, he's sensitive and he knows you are two, the sound of his cock pushing his cum into your pussy gets louder with every movement, and fuck your moans, Bucky could heard them for years and never get tired of them.

Bucky pulls out of you and he sees the cum dripping from your pussy and he lowers his face to have it on your pussy, his amused eyes looking at the thick white track of cum gets out of it.

"I'mma clean you up, doll. How does that sounds"

You nod, tired, just trying to catch your breath and relax, being interrupted by the moan that scapes your lips when Bucky licks your pussy. He passes his tongue around it, moving it skillfully, yeah, this is not the first time he eats you out. But it's definitely the first time he does it while his cum is dripping from you.

He kisses your cunt, playing with it and causing your moans to never end.

"No more, Bucky, please" You say, crying at the overstimulation "No more, Bucks"

"But, doll, you were the one being times before? You don't want it now? Your pussy wants it"

"No more, Bucky. Tired, please, just want to sleep"

But he doesn't listens, how could he when your moans were telling him another thing, when your cunt was getting wetter by his tongue he could almost drown. He keeps playing until you finally cum, a gutural moan escaping your lips and he knows you're exhausted when you let your head fall into the pillows, not feeling like holding it anymore.

"You did so good, babydoll. What about a shower?"

"Wanna sleep, Bucky"

"But I have to treat you right. Can't send my baby mommy to sleep this wet, can I?"

You shake your head with a pout and if it wasn't because he knows you can't take more, he would've fuck you right there.

"If I keep fucking you like this, I think we'll get pregnant by the end of the week"

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I have been meaning to do this, put it off for way too long.

PT 1

|| Superhero Related ||

Dc / Marvel / Gen V

bodyworshipping the DC Boys- @angelltheninth

Imagine Jordan switching from their delicate fem form fingers to their thick long masculine fingers- @poppy-metal

Jordan Li Hc / Blurb- @lavend3r-stardust

Sex with Jordan- @inklore

Jordan Li smut- @poppy-metal

Bucky Barnes Smut- @angelltheninth

Surprise || Jordan Li Smut || - @ebonyenvy

Imagine giving Jordan Li a lap dance - @poppy-metal

Venom Smut- @val-made-a-mistake

Gorgeous || Older Damian Wayne || - @youwerenevermeanttofeelalone

Auburn Traditions || Older Damian Wayne ||- @glorified-red

Help me! help you || Dick Grayson Smut ||- @tetzoro

Dick Grayson smut- @lustingbones

Batboys as things that go bump in the night- @chikaras-garden

Public sex / sex pollen || Dick Grayson ||- @uc1wa

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 || Damian Wayne ||- @thesuperiorrobin

Nights like these || Jordan Li ||- @inklore

Jordan Li smut blurb- @poppy-metal

Take the reins || Venom smut ||- @val-made-a-mistake

Venom fucking the reader- @randomoutsiders

let me help you || tasm!peter parker x reader ||- @the-plum-soldier

Spell Gone Wrong || John Constantine || - @c-nstantine

imagine bunny!reader with wolverine- @inkdrinkerworld

|| Anime / Animated show's and movies ||

|| Gaming ||

Astarion Getting Aroused by Your Blood- @angelltheninth

Duskwood boys: their favorite way to pick up/carry you around- @hacked-by-jake

Duskwood boys:Reaction to you calling them babe. - @hacked-by-jake

How they’d be with pregnant reader: Headcanons with Lin Kuei brothers- @seraphmeraph

Web of faith || Kar'niss ||- @hrefna-the-raven

mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you- @visionsofmagic

mk1 men when they get hard in public because of you- @visionsofmagic

car sex - johnny silverhand- @buryustogether

|| Live Action show's and Movie's ||

Pyramid Head Chases You Down and Fills You Up- @angelltheninth

Michael Afton when You're Pregnant- @angelltheninth

Infertile elder yautja- @mintymarabell

corio x reader but he has an insane breeding and lactation kink- @slvthrs

Corio with a breeding kink- @slvthrs

Corio blurbs- @lucilleslore

cockwarming Corio- @lucilleslore

Possessive Bernard the elf with a pregnant human!Reader - @herbalsingularitea

Sleepless Nights { spencer reid smut }- @strawbeerossi

Distance (David Rossi x Ex!Reader)- @villain-apolog1st

Lunch Break (David Rossi x Reader)- @villain-apolog1st

Beefy Bucky- @buckyalpine

James Wilson x reader- @pomegranateshrimp

Every Single Day ( Spencer Reid fluff ) - @astrophileous

All I Need ( Spencer Reid )- @incognit0slut

how dilf!jake gives his girl head- @pearlsinmyhair

house boys + how they kiss you- @cyberstrm

Peeta with a breeding kink- @peetaslefttoe

Mike Schmidt smut- @redskull199987

[rogerswifesblog]

Steve Rogers:

Smut:🫦fluff: 💖 Angst:👻

Getting to know you 🫦💖

During one of Starks famous party’s you and Steve…get to know each other better.

Pretty boy 💖🫦 sub!Steve X dom!reader

Best friends always tease each other. You always liked teasing Steve…but what if some words affect Steve more, than he lets you see it? After a failed mission, Steve needs more than just your teasing...

What you deserve 👻💖🫦🫦bestfriendsdad!Steve Rogers x reader [ request from @haruvalentine4321 &lt;3 ]

After you caught your-now ex-boyfriend cheating, your best friend let you stay over for the night…there was only one problem. Her unbelievably hot dad.

Take the risk 💖 bestfriend!Steve Rogers x Reader

[ request by @nana1000night &lt;3 ]

Steve is your best friend, always has been. Until he takes you on a vacation and everything changes.

Help you relax 🫦[ request by anon ]

Steve had a very, very stressful week. You decided to help him relax. With your mouth.

Finding you 💖 [ request by anon ]

Steve's saves your life. Unfortunately you hadn't had the opportunity to talk or exchange numbers. But Steve just couldn’t forget about you.

Safe 💖

You ran away from your abusive ex....after a few months he came looking for you. Good for you, you had such a great neighbour.

Online 💖 [ requested by @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory ]

It's your first day at Stark Industries...and Natasha seems to notice Steve's little crush on you.

Keep you quiet 🫦

Steve and you never liked each other. You always bickered, even on missions-which brought you in this situation; on you knees.

-> Another lesson 🫦🫦🫦 [ Steve x reader x Bucky ]

Steve's gives you another lesson on being quiet...this time, Bucky helps.

Never stopped looking 👻💖🫦[ request by anon &lt;3 ]

After being captured by HYDRA the avengers tried to find you for months, but didn't succeed. Weeks later a shield-team finds you and brings you back.

Improvising 💖 [ request by anon ]

After falling for the cute and shy assistant Steve tries to ask her out..but it doesn't go according to plan.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder 💖 [ requested by @rottingimp ]

Steve Rogers x plus-size!reader

Nobody knows you and Steve are dating...which means many of the agents try to flirt with him. It kind of makes you doubt yourself.

Lyrics 💖 [ @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory ]

Steve loves seeing you enjoy modern music. So he decides to go on a concert with you.

Behind the picture 💖 [ @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory ]

The avengers couldn't figure out who Steve was seeing, the first time they meet you is when Steve’s badly injured.

Truth will out🫦

To skip the training it was necessary to lie to Steve....was that a good idea?

Meant to be 💖

Meeting your soulmate; Steve.

Written in the stars 👻

Steve always loved you. And he’d always love you, in health…and in sickness. Till your forever would end. You two only hoped it wouldn’t happen so soon,

Noise🫦 Pt 2

Steve and you are getting a bit intimate while Bucky sleeps in the same room…he’s asleep, right?

Bad girls are the sweetest 🫦

Steve teaches you some manners.

Valentine’s Day with Steve and Bucky 💖🫦

Valentine’s Day with your boyfriends &lt;;3

Cowboy hat rule🫦💖

Steve puts readers cowboy hat on not knowing the rule behind it.

Help you out 🫦

Lactation kink with Steve Rogers

Good boys 🫦 [ Stucky x reader ]

Steve and Bucky wake you up…quite needy.

Stacys mom🫦💖 pt two

Steve knew he was fucked as soon as he saw his best friends mom.

Drabbles

Steve wearing a wedding ring

Steves Obsession with red lipstick 🫦

Secret relationship with Steve

When people find out about your relationship and are mean to you

Secret relationship with pregnant fiancé

Gangbang with Andy, Steve, Ari and Curtis

Steve being a sweet menace to his girlfriend

Steve cheering you up

Steve loves Hercules (Disney)

Sleep over with Steve

Mafia!steve with his girlfriend

Steve being high on laughing gas

pt 2 of high Steve

Sneaking out of Steve’s room

Prompt: “who did this to you?”

1 k followers bingo

Baking with Steve 💖

Warm you up 🫦[anal sex & one bed]

Love on the first splash 💖[strangers to lovers (101 Dalmatians themed)]

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Fluffcember Day 7 | Snowed in together

Pairing | Husband!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Fem!Reader

Word count | 1.9K

Summary | You're enjoying a ski trip with your husband, until you're snowed in at the log cabin you're staying in. It's a good thing you've gotten the perfect routine down for snowy days, and you enjoy every single second of the cuddles, kisses, and hot chocolate as you try to turn this day into an unforgettable one.

Warning(s) | RPF, established relationship ~ husband & wife, use of pet names ~ Mister, Gorgeous, mentions of early pregnancy (2-3 months).

Smut | Daddy kink, dirty talk, lactation kink, nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), CMNF (clothed male, nude female), cockwarming.

A/n | This one-shot is written for day 7 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for providing this amazing GIF and, of course, drooling and melting alongside me! I hope you will all enjoy this as much as I did when writing it 🎄

Events Masterlist | Cuddles, kisses, hot chocolate | @buckys-wintersoldier Masterlist | Log cabin | @anyfandomfluffbingo Masterlist | Free space | @anyfandomkinkbingo Masterlist | Snow day | @sweetspicybingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

''Are you ready to go for another round, Mister?'' you ask Robert, just as you zip up your ski jacket, a big smile adorning your face. Both you and Robert spent most of the time skiing last week, and you're still here for another two weeks.

What you both failed to notice last night though, is the snowstorm going on outside of the log cabin you're staying in, since you were both keeping each other warm in front of the fireplace.

This snowstorm has caused you both to be snowed in, making it impossible to leave right now.

''I'd rather go for another round of what we did last night, but I guess skiing together is fun as well,'' he sighs jokingly, and you can't help but shake your head with a big smile.

It only lasts for a short time, however, because when you open the door, you see that about half of the opening is completely packed with snow, and there's no way of getting through to get to your destination.

''Well, it appears we won't be going anywhere for the foreseeable future...'' you tell him and immediately shut the door again to preserve the warmth inside the cabin.

You have barely shut the door, but Robert has already taken off his jacket and is halfway to taking off his ski pants. He is glad to be staying in today.

''How about this? You can build another fire in the fireplace, and I'll make some hot chocolate for us to enjoy,'' you offer as you take off your snow gear and put it back on the hooks you initially took it from.

''That sounds absolutely perfect, Gorgeous.''

You head off to the kitchen to get everything you need for your hot chocolate, and it's good that you're stocked up on everything to last you at least another week.

Robert has a fire roaring in no time, and when he's satisfied with that, he makes his way over to the kitchen, where you're patiently waiting for the milk to come to warm up.

''Hmm, I'm fortunate to have you as my wife,'' Robert tells you as he nuzzles his face into your neck from behind, his arms wrapped around your waist and resting on your belly.

You settle into his touch, letting his warmth engulf you as a grin dances on your lips. You can never get enough of Robert showing his affection and love for you, in whatever way that may be.

''And even luckier that you're going to be my baby mama,'' he whispers with a soft chuckle, as he still can't quite believe there's a little baby growing inside you. It's been his dream to have a baby with you for a while, and now he's ecstatic that it's finally happening.

He, of course, already has a son (your stepson), Indio, but he's never been shy about the fact that he wants to have a baby with you as well. And now that it's happening, he hasn't left your side even a second.

''I should be thanking you for making me your baby mama, shouldn't I? You're going to be a wonderful baby daddy after all,'' you tell him, a light flush creeping up your cheeks.

''Oh no, all credit goes to you, Gorgeous; you're going to be carrying and protecting our beautiful child for nine months; you'll be doing all the work,'' he tells you, his thumbs rubbing lovingly over your belly.

Before you can answer, the milk is done, and you're ready to make the hot chocolate for both of you, but Robert doesn't want to let you go just yet.

''You got to work with me here, Robert; otherwise, there won't be any hot chocolate for us,'' you tell him, and you can't help but laugh loudly as he takes small steps with you, not letting you go for a second.

When the hot chocolate is done, you put a few marshmallows in each and a candy cane to finish it all off.

''I can not possibly carry these to the couch with you holding me, Robert. As much as I enjoy cuddling with you, you would have to let go so I don't burn myself.''

You turn your head to give him a peck on his cheek, and with that, he lets you go, but not without a displeased groan. You chuckle at his grumpiness, bring the mugs to the living room, and put them on the coffee table in front of the fireplace.

Robert has already plopped himself down on the couch, and as soon as the mugs are set down and safe, he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap, where you can immediately tell he enjoyed what he saw.

''Hmm, are those your keys in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me?'' you ask Robert, who has wrapped his arms around your waist and is playing with the hem of your shirt.

''M always excited to see you Gorgeous, you should know that by now,'' he tells you as he places a few openmouthed kisses on your neck, his hands gliding to your inner thighs so he can hook your legs over his.

''Look at you, spreading these beautiful legs for me so willingly. You're a good girl for Daddy, aren't you?'' he asks, and you nod immediately. His large hands and long fingers softly massage your inner thighs, and it serves the exact purpose Robert is aiming for.

''Yes, Daddy,'' you say with a soft whine, and your arousal is pooling in your panties already. He hasn't even touched you where you need him most, and yet you're already turned on beyond belief.

''What's wrong, Gorgeous?'' he asks you, and you let your head fall back with a soft moan when he rubs his hands over the crease between your hips and thighs, one of your most sensitive spots.

''Need you, Daddy, please,'' you beg, and before you know it, his fingers are hooked behind the hem of your leggings, pulling them down your legs to uncover your bare legs and soaked panties.

''Hmm, let's see how wet you are for Daddy,'' he whispers, and with a teasingly slow pace, he lets his long fingers glide over your now bare thighs and along the edge of your panties.

You subconsciously buck up your hips in his hold, and with a smooth motion, he has a hold of you, pinning you down onto his lap, and that's when you can feel the full effect of his own arousal.

''Patience, Gorgeous. I will make you feel good, but you need to be patient with Daddy.''

With a nod, he moves his hands back to where he left off, letting his fingertips glide under the edge as he traces the outer edges of your pussy, making you moan softly.

When he's on his way back up, he lets two of his fingers on his right hand glide through your wetness until he finds your clit, making you gasp loudly.

''Daddy!'' you moan out as he draws small, quick circles on your clit, and your hips rut against his hand, his cock constantly pushing against your ass with each movement.

''You want to cum for Daddy? Is my good girl so needy she needs to cum already?'' he asks with a teasing tone in his voice, but all you know is how good his fingers make you feel, and how badly you need to cum right now.

''Yes, please, Daddy! Please, can I cum?" you beg, and with that, he adds two of his fingers on his other hand into your pussy, crooking them immediately to find your sweet spot.

Your nails are digging into the couch cushions to ground yourself as your orgasm quickly washes over you, your moans becoming louder and your pleas to cum increasing.

With one more loud moan and your hips bucking against his hand uncontrollably, you fall apart on his fingers, and he keeps going until you ride out your entire orgasm.

''You're so perfect when you cum for me like that, Gorgeous,'' he tells you while he pulls off your shirt, revealing the matching lingerie set you've put on that morning.

''Hmm, did you put this on for me? It's almost as if you knew I would be unwrapping you like my perfect present today,'' he tells you, and you nod in response.

''Jus' for you, Daddy,'' you tell him, and his hands cup your boobs, squeezing softly. They've already grown in size since you got pregnant, and even though they're not too big yet, Robert can't get enough of them.

''Hmm, can't wait until these are all big and full of milk, Gorgeous. Gonna let me have a taste when you're producing your special milk?'' he asks, and you can't do anything other than nod.

''Yes, Daddy, 's all for you,'' you tell him, and you arch your back when his fingers graze your nipples through the fabric of your bra, a gasp escaping your lips when he pinches them softly.

He takes off your bra and panties next, leaving you bare on his lap, your back still against his chest. But the difference is that while you're entirely naked for him, he's still completely dressed.

"Need you naked too, Daddy! It's not fair like this!'' you tell him with a slight whine, but he's quick to stop you. He inches you forward just a little so he can release his now rock-hard cock from the confines of his pants.

When he's free, he lines it up with your entrance, and with a loud moan, you let yourself sink onto him, taking his entire length in one deep thrust.

''Fuck! Such a tight pussy for me, Gorgeous, clenching onto my cock like a damn vice,'' Robert grits out, his head falling back onto the couch with a groan.

''Feels so good, Daddy.''

Robert slips his hands underneath your legs, and he hooks them under the back of your knees before lifting them to your chest and effectively picking you up just enough for him to thrust into you.

He starts with slow, deep thrusts that have him hitting your sweet spot every single time, and as the pressure in both your bodies builds up, his thrusts get harder and faster.

''D-d-daddy! Please!" you moan out, but at this point, you don't even know what you're begging for anymore; all you know is the pleasure that Robert brings you right now and how it feels like you're floating.

''Fuck! Gonna cum for you, Gorgeous, gonna keep you nice and round with my babies, makes me so hard now that you're pregnant with my baby, oh god,'' he groans out, and that's all you need to cum again.

''Daddy! Yes, I'm cumming!" you scream out, and not long after, Robert follows, shooting his cum deep into your pussy before lowering your legs and letting you sag against him.

''Wanna stay like this, Daddy, please,'' you say, the fire crackling in front of you, the hot chocolate long forgotten by now. All you know is how you feel right now, like heaven.

And Robert definitely won't complain about you cockwarming him. His hands are splayed out over your belly as you get comfortable with his cock still inside you, and once you find a good position, you let yourself melt into his touch.

While you nap, Robert keeps rubbing his thumbs over your belly, and all he can think about is how grateful he is to have the beautiful child growing inside your stomach. His biggest dream has come true; he can't wait to meet your baby.

[jessybarnes]

DISCLAIMER: MY BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! NO MINORS! Please do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate, adapt, or republish ANY of my work to other websites or platforms. I take great pride in my work, and I spend a lot of time creating them. The only websites I will be posting works on are Tumblr under the username jessybarnes and AO3 under the username j_snow_writes. I don't own any of the celebrities or characters that I write for. Please read all of the warnings on my works before proceeding.

Below you'll find my prompts for Kinktober 2023! They will become links once written 🥰

Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune

Bondage: Lloyd Hansen - Bound

Breeding: Chris Evans

Collaring: Nomad!Steve Rogers

Deepthroating & Facesitting: Dean Winchester

Double Penetration In One Hole: Evanstan

Edgeplay: Sebastian Stan

Frottage: Stucky

Hate Sex: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes

Lactation: Beefy!Bucky Barnes

Mind Control: Loki Laufeyson

Orgasm Denial: James Hetfield

Panties and Lingerie: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Pegging: Dean Winchester

Praise Kink: Lars Ulrich

Rimming: Destiel

Sensory Deprivation: Natasha Romanoff

Sex Toys: Wanda Maximoff

Size Difference: Chris Hemsworth

Somnophilia: Bucky Barnes

Spanking: Ransom Drysdale

Temperature Play: IceMav

Threesome: Natasha x Reader x Bucky

Titfucking: Thor Odinson

Uniform: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Virginity: Aragorn

[fluffyprettykitty]

Summer sleepover

running from august 21st to august 23rd

We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!

As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You can request up to three times.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.

characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.

aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (14)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, established Stucky, angst, implied smut, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, lactation kink?

Indecent Proposal (13)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“Stevie, you need to help me,” Bucky pants heavily. He barely had the time to catch his breath before you were all over him again. “She has her cravings again. And she doesn’t want to eat food but dick!”

You snicker. It’s the first time Bucky refuses to have sex. He’s usually as horny as you are but today, he’s too exhausted to even lift a finger.

“Y/N,” Steve sighs deeply. “I told you to get a rest. It was an exhausting day for a pregnant lady.”

“Pregnant lady,” you snort. “Stevie, not two hours ago you called me your whore and threatened to put another baby in my womb.” You roll onto your back and spread your legs to show Steve your cunt. “Why don’t you come over here and get a taste of Bucky and me?”

“No.” Steve crosses his arms over his chest. His shirt strains against his chest and thick arms, making it harder for you to focus on anything but the greedy bitch your pussy turned into. “You will have a shower. Both. No sex. We had plans for today.”

“Plans,” you huff and roll to your side to snuggle into Bucky’s side. “Tell him that we are too tired for plans, Bucky.”

“Doll, Steve is right. We agreed on taking it slow for the next few days,” Bucky gently runs his hand over your arm. “Please listen to him.”

“Guys, it was nothing,” you groan loudly. “Having light cramps in early pregnancy is normal for a woman. It’s caused by the change in my hormones and my womb starts growing.” 

“The doctor said,” Steve tries to convince you to take things slow and not even leave the bed.

“The doctor said the same, Stevie,” you slowly sit up and wrap the blanket around your body. “They checked on me and ran all the tests. I’m fine, and the baby too. If you worry all the time you’ll miss out on so many things during this pregnancy.”

“The doctor said it’s nothing serious. But you must tell us if anything doesn’t feel normal, or if you are in pain. We should be careful, Y/N.”

You pat Bucky’s head. “I cross my heart and swear it. The baby is important to me too, and I’ll do anything to keep it safe.”

“We know that doll,” Steve softly says. “We are worried, is all. You are important to us, and the baby too. The last thing we want to happen is that you get hurt or lose the baby.”

You gave in and allowed Steve to tug you in. It wasn’t necessary to spend the day in bed, but you didn’t mind cuddling with Bucky while his husband tried to read another book about pregnancy.

For a few hours, you forget about how your relationship with them started and that they killed Scott.

You still weren’t sure if it was a good idea to become pregnant so soon. It wasn’t in your plans to give birth to the child of two mafia bosses, nor did you imagine ending up between them, stuffed with their glorious cocks.

You giggle and press your legs together at the memory of the naughty position you, Steve, and Bucky tried not two hours ago.

“We should start buying things for the baby,” Bucky suddenly says. “Right, Y/N, Stevie? We are officially pregnant. I want to go on a shopping spree with our beautiful baby momma.”

“He’s going to spoil the baby before the little bean is even born,” Steve says, making you chuckle. Steve acts as if he didn’t buy every book about pregnancy, and the female needs during pregnancy. “We need to keep an eye on him.”

“He’s excited, is all,” you lean closer to Steve to whisper in his ear. “Let him be giddy and all. I prefer Bucky over an absent father any time of the day. We only need to keep him away from the toys.”

“Good plan,” Steve wraps his arm around your shoulders and pecks your cheek. “He’s busy buying stuff on his phone again, I just know it.”

“What?” Bucky looks up from his phone. He was busy searching for a pre-natal course. “Did you say something? Do you need Bucky to take care of you?” He smirks at his husband. “Aw, come here baby. I’ll eat you alive if you let me put my hands on you.”

“Buck, keep it in your pants,” the blonde tuts. “We agreed on having a sleepover and watching movies with Y/N. No sex.”

“Fine,” Bucky harrumphs and turns his attention back toward his phone. “Just you know if you wake with my mouth around your dick it’s your fault. I haven’t seen it for a long time.”

Steve shakes his head and sighs. “It’s been two hours, Bucky baby. You’re insatiable since Y/N is pregnant.”

“Hey, that’s not my fault. Your husband has been a horny dog since I met him,” you point out and glare at Steve. “Do not blame my womb for his horniness.”

“I’m not a horny dog,” Bucky dips his head to look at you sitting in the middle of the bed. “I only try to stay healthy by burning calories.”

“You’re a bad liar, Mr. Barnes,” you point out. “But don’t worry, we like you. A lot.” You pat his thigh. “Now, what did you buy?”

“I didn’t do a thing,” Bucky grumbles under his breath. “I was looking for a pre-natal course, and recipes for pregnant women.”

Steve and you stare at Bucky. “What?” He shrugs. “I can do more than make you two orgasm, doll. I’m a responsible and thoughtful partner and try to find out what you’ll need during your pregnancy.”

“You okay over there?” Steve furrows his brows.

“And maybe…I tried to find out how to get her pregnant again,” Bucky snickers when you throw him an angry look. “Do not give me that look, young lady. You agreed to have my babies. All of them. I’ll keep you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your life.”

“Horny bastard,” you conclude and decide to get some sleep before Bucky gets his hands on you again. “I’ll get some sleep. Tomorrow, we should have a look at a baby store and buy a few things.”

“Crap!” Bucky jumps off the bed and starts pacing the room. “Steve! We’ll need a nursery and playroom. We need to hire the right people to renovate two rooms for us.”

“A playroom,” you snap your eyes open and stare at Bucky. “Uh-huh. That sounds dirty!”

“For the kid, you horny milf!” Bucky tuts, but his eyes drift toward your chest. He already imagines you all swollen. “I’m gonna suckle on those tits when they are filled with milk.”

Steve inhales sharply while you, well you lick your lips. Bucky is as kinky as you are. He’s all too eager to help you explore every kink. “Buck, if anyone tastes her milk it’s me!”

Part 15

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[lizardgutzz]

RULES/FANDOMS

Requests open!

Master list- Doesn't exist yet LOL

Content you will see!

You will see incorrect quotes!

character x Male reader

character x female reader

character x Non-binary reader

Chracter x Character

Head cannons

Rules in general!

No cis-female or girls read male readers. If you are gender fluid, trans, or anything like that you are free to read the male readers. I don’t care but cis girls please don’t read this. You have a lot of books, one shot’s for you and this page is not for you!

No racism, transphobia, homophobia, or anything between that I would block you without a second thought.

No ship hate you will be blocked

Rules for requesting!

DON'TS

Pedophilia

Incest

Non-con or Rape

gangbang

Mosterfucking

age play

lactation

voyuerism

smut for young characters (Please don’t request smut if there younger then let’s so 16 and no I will not age a minor up for your own need’s that’s disgusting if they have a time skip and are older then 16 or around that then I will write smut for them!)

Fetish

Do’s

Any kink unless there in the don’t list

threesome (Ex: character x character x character or reader x character x chracter)

Dom/sub bottom/top reader

Scenarios

headcannons

SFW/NSFW alphabet

Little/agre

Sibling’s

Crossovers

Poly! I love doing poly relationships

Parent!Character x reader

Yandere

Disabled reader, mental or physical

Who - What I write for

Marvel/x-men

Please specify if reader has powers or not, is so, what powers? ^^

Peter maximoff . Kurt wagner . Scott summer . Logan howlett . Tony stark . Wade wilson . Bucky barnes . Steve rogers . Loki . Thor . Steven strange . Venom/Eddie

Demon slayer

Tanjiro . Muzan . Zenitsu . Inosuke

I am only 1 season in so expect more to be added

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu . Kaede(only as sibling) . Barnaby . Ryan . Ivan . Keith . Nathan . Antonio . Yuri

Slashers

Does JD from heathers go in this list? Lol . Brahms heelshire . Billy loomis . Stu macher . Michael myer . Freddy Kruger . Chucky . Tiffany Valentine . More will certainly be added!!

Creepypasta

Ticci toby . Masky/Tim . Brian/Masky . Jeff the killer . Eyeless jack . BEN . Slenderman . Nina the killer(I like her fuck off) . I'm probably missing some but whatever

Moving on from killers LOLLL

Yuurivoice

Seth . Alphonse . Finn . Charlie . Jack

Monster high G1

Please specify what monster you would like reader to be! or if reader is a human ^_^

Cleo . Duece . Abbey . Lagoona . Clawdeen . Frankie . Ghoulia . Toralei . Valentine

And that's it! Thank you for reading:)

[pandafishao3]

Birthing - The Milk Farm part 5

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Steve Rogers

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Warnings: Choose Not To Include Warnings

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alpha/Omega, Dom/sub, Pregnancy Kink, Mpreg, Birth Kink, Labour Kink, Alpha Steve, Omega Bucky, Cow Hybrid Bucky, Animal Traits, Animal Ears, Animal Hybrid, Anal Fingering, Bottom Bucky, Intersex Bucky, Top Steve, Micropenis, Male Lactation, Nursing, Sex during Childbirth, Sub Bucky, Dom Steve, Childbirth, Post-Serum Steve, Large Breasts, Mildly Dubious Consent

Summary: Bucky, the sweet, adorably dumb omega cow hybrid, is giving birth to his first litter at the milk farm. But he's struggling a little and needs alpha Steve's help to get his body relaxed and ready.

It's here! It's arrived! And it's messy and kinky and I don't know what the hell happened here but enjoy :)

[sebastiansluts]

Dark!Bucky

Bucky and reader are in a relationship just had a baby(Few Months)

Bucky wants another

Forced Breeding, Lactation Kink, Creampie, Size kink

CUMFLATION 😳😳

Bucky Barnes x Reader; dub!con, birth control tampering, forced breeding, breeding kink, lactation kink, creampie, size kink, overstimulation, dark!bucky

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"It's time," Bucky said, pinning you down on the bed with his metal hand by your wrists, up above your head.

"No Bucky, I said you had to wait a few more months, remember? There's no reason to rush," you reminded him, but he just shook his head impatiently, undoing his pants and shoving them down to his knees.

"It's too late, I already flushed your birth control pills, and your period is in less than two weeks, so it's the perfect time. We're doing it doll," Bucky insisted, pressing his dick against your folds and sliding it into your pussy until he was fully seated.

"Jesus Bucky," you groaned, at everything he had said and done, back arching as you were filled completely. His dick pressed against your spot, making you clench down as he pulled out, cursing at your tightness.

"Yeah, fuck doll, so fucking tight. 'M gonna make you another baby. Gonna make you full'a me again, for a whole nine months. Won't be able to get rid of that piece of me inside you for nine fuckin' months baby," Bucky was thrusting in and out of you casually, letting you feel every inch of his dick, it going straight to your tits which started to leak.

Bucky let out a wild growl. "Fuckin' hell baby didn't tell me you were gonna give me a feast tonight," he groaned before wrapping his arms around your back, rolling you so you were on top, and then he sat up. "Ride me while I drink doll, there's a good girl," Bucky said, and ducked his head to your breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and drinking your milk.

His hips jumped, big hands squeezing your hips. You whimpered, hands holding Bucky's head to your chest as your hips desperately moved in circles and figure eights, other different patterns trying to deal with the feelings bubbling inside you.

"Bucky, I'm gonna, fuck, you're so big, I can't, oh my god," you babbled, pussy spasming as you came, pressing Bucky hard against your chest. He sucked harder, making your hips roll, another wave passing through you. "Bucky please! Not again," you groaned, as he kept sucking, making your eyes roll back in your head as aftershocks coursed through.

Bucky released your nipple with a pop, switching to the other one immediately and making tears fill your eyes as you became oversensitive. He fell backwards with you, rolling again until he was on top, fucking back into you and sucking your milk down again.

You squirmed, tears falling as you were pushed past oversensitive into something else, something hazy. Bucky looked up at you and groaned as your eyes glazed a bit, making him come hard. He let your breast fall from his mouth as he panted, "Gonna fuckin' fill you baby, like I said, full'a me, my seed."

You blinked a few times, head clearing, feeling Bucky's hips grinding against yours as he kept coming, a perk of the serum. When he finally stopped and pulled out, your cunt was dripping with his cum, physically unable to hold it all.

"Aw doll, you're wasting some of it," Bucky scolded, scooping it back up with his metal fingers and pushing them into you, keeping them there. "We're staying here for thirty minutes baby, so we might as well make it fun," Bucky grinned, crooking his fingers and pressing against your spot.