i hope the art of ‘bucky x reader’ never dies
Actually a big fear of mine 😅
COUNTRY ROADS, TAKE ME HOME
18+ | MDNI - 1k followers celebration!
pairing: dad’s best friend!bucky barnes x female!reader
summary: after graduating college, you return to your father’s hometown, disheartened and uncertain about the future. two years later, you have a stable job, a trustworthy best friend and a doting boyfriend who wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and dreams of kids looking like you two running around his farm. the only problem? he's your dad's best friend!
warnings: second person (she/her pronouns for reader); age gap (bucky’s in his 40s, reader’s in her 20s); established relationship; secret relationship; dbf!bucky (they met when reader had already finished college); farmer & store owner!bucky; whipped!bucky; very light angst; fluff; romance; discussion of marriage and having kids; mention of bucky drinking one (1) beer (he's not tipsy nor drunk); smut; kind of feral!bucky; slight lactation kink; nipple play; heavy breeding kink (bucky calls reader mama once); kinda soft dom!bucky; bucky uses pronouns for reader's pussy; fingering; pussy slapping; squirting; overstimulation; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls); creampie.
word count: 6k
Werewolf who has been watching you (A cute fat bunny girl) for weeks and has started to smell your heat.
He's been watching you for weeks, he had caught sight of you picking herbs in the forest the first time and at first you were just going to be a meal for him.
But when you bent down to pick some herbs, your fluffy tail perking up slightly and presenting your ass to him, he started to feel a little different about you.
Unsure what was going on he decided to watch you to figure out what you were making him feel.
Until one day he watched you picking herbs again, you wore a cute checkered skirt and as you bent over he could see everything. You were not wearing anything under your skirt and he can smell you, a strong familiar scent coming from you that slowly makes his dick appear from his sheath.
He starts to feel hot, dick twitching as he sees how slick and perfect your pussy is... He had to get closer.
He creeps up on you and you don't even hear him, even with your perfect rabbit hearing. His shadow looms over you but before you can react, his hands grab at your hips and his snout is instantly buried into your pussy.
You let out a small squeak as you feel his tongue lap up the sweet nectar from your dripping cunt, letting out a low growl as the scent of his musk started to invade your nose, making you slightly hot and needy.
You push back into his tounge with need, letting out small moans as he laps you up before pulling away.
He pushes you down, yanking up your skirt as your tail perks upwards, wagging slightly and he does not wait, his fat cock sliding into you, his claws digging into your hips as he snarls.
You cry out, moaning loud as you could feel your stomach bulging aginst his cock.
He squeezes at your hips, massaging your love handles as the sounds of your moans and his balls slapping aginst your pussy with each thrust echo in the forest.
And then you feel something else push into your pussy, you know what it is and you try and get him to stop but he does not listen. His fat swollen knot burying into your hole.
He pulled it in and out a few times, your cries making him get faster before he swelled enough he could no longer pull out, his seed spilling out in your insides.
You could feel so much of it inside you that some of it even pushed out past his cock, dripping slightly on to the floor as he continues to try and thrust into his orgasm, feeling your pussy tighten around him as you reach your own climax.
Once he's done he slowly scoops you up to lay aginst his chest as he lays his back aginst a tree, cooing and licking at you as one of his claws gently rub at your clit, enjoying the view of his bulge and cum stuffed into your tummy.
You were going to give him so many lovely pups, and he was going to keep you filled every single day to make sure you take.
Anonymous
Breeding kink recommendations?
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oh my do i have a list for you……
- @flockoff-featherface - pump you full
- @rosesaints - reckless fever lover girl
- @superbassbuck - runnin down the road, loosen my load (stucky)
- @superbassbuck - this drabble
- @ssvbse - handle your load
- @buckyfmd - pillow talk
- @brunchable - moving in
- @earthsmightiestbenders - a barnes family tradition
- @mcrdvcks - you’re lost and im insane
- @planetbucky - country roads, take me home
- @epiphanyrogers - o come all ye faithful
- @spdrveil - this drabble
- @phoenix-in-writing - fall in love again
- @witchywithwhiskey - knocked up by the mafia enforcers on halloween night
- @blowingbarnes - cabin fever
- @unificsation - to have and to hold
- @tw1sters - stormbound
- @thyme-in-a-bubble - leader of the pack
- @buckysleftbicep - in too deep
shameless plugs for myself…
i hate when people are like “yeah hes hot but hes also evil so i cant like him. 💔” like babe thats literally the best part
Anonymous
Something about a feral not quite sapient werewolf really does it for me. Can't even talk to you, doesn't think, only knows: "Pussy makes knot feel so good" so he just humps and humps and whines and keens, hoping the burning ache in his cock will end. He's an animal hunting for pleasure
tw: heavy dub-con
Imagine finding a werewolf in the woods. You are just walking around, trying to get some fresh air after being inside for too long. You hear him before you see him, your whole body tensing while you try to process exactly what the sound is. The whining and the tiny grunts sound like a wounded animal, and your heart is just too big not to try to find it.
You find the werewolf trapped between two big trees, his body struggling against some kind of trap that probably some hunters set up. He’s struggling, his whole body tense when he whines. Poor thing can’t escape the ropes, but when you approach, you realize that’s not why he’s struggling so much. His hands are trapped above his head, and his dick is so hard and leaking so profusely there’s a tiny puddle under him. You approach carefully, talking softly to him.
The second your smell hits his nose, you know you are in trouble. The roar that escapes his throat is nothing but a predator alerting his prey. You only have time to gasp before the ropes around him give up and he jumps to the ground. You turn around in a rush, determined to run away, but you don’t have time for that. You don’t have time for anything before his big body collides with yours.
Your body propells forward, but his big hand catches your head before you hit the ground. His body covers yours completely, so big and warm and relentless in his way to pull on your clothes. You try to soothe him with little shushing sounds, but with each movement it’s clearer and clearer that what he wants to do to you, the reminder of his hard leaking dick pressing against your lower back while he ruts into your body.
You try to act proper, but the movement and his whimpering and groaning are doing something for you. Your body is heating, your pussy is clenching, and to your embarrassment… you want him. You open your legs a bit, and he falls between them, his dick finally positioned close to your pussy. You arch your back as much as you can, offering yoruself to him. That only makes him more feral, his roar shaking the trees around you when his claws finally rip the last piece of clothes off your body, the tip of his dick connecting with your core.
He doesn’t wait for a word, he plunges forward while you let out a silent scream that turns into broken vowels and half-yips while he pounds into you with the whole force of his body. It’s intoxicating, brain-melting, and you can barely contain the pleasure that mixes with a hint of pain. He’s rutting into you like a desperate creature, mumbling words that make no sense, but not stopping for even a second.
Much to your humiliation, you come on the werewolf dick, screaming at the top of your lungs as your body seizes around him. His responding roar is accompanied by a feeling of fullness, your pussy stretching so widely you can barely breathe when his knot expands inside of you completely. You stop thinking, the only feeling is the one of your pussy clenching over his knot, of the fullness of him inside of you. And meanwhile, he comes and comes and comes, the only sounds out of his mouth are broken words, something about “knot”, something about “pussy”, something about “mate”.
Your stupid mental health walks finally paid off.
I love this ❤️
SPIT
innocent!reader who’s always been so sweet, so shy, so careful with everything—especially with steve—finally working up the nerve one quiet night to ask for something filthy she read about online and can’t stop thinking about.
you’re curled up on his lap in the dim light of his bedroom, movie long forgotten on the tv, your head tucked under his chin while his hand strokes lazy circles on your thigh. you’ve been quiet for a while, fidgeting, cheeks warm, and steve notices because he always notices.
“what’s going on in that pretty head, baby?” he asks, voice soft, thumb brushing the edge of your shorts.
you hide your face against his neck, mumbling something he can’t quite catch.
he chuckles low, the sound rumbling through his chest. “use your words, sweetheart. you know i like hearing you.”
it takes another minute of coaxing—gentle kisses along your hairline, fingers tracing your spine—before you finally lift your head, eyes wide and glassy, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
“i… i want you to…” you trail off, voice barely a whisper. “um, spit in my mouth.”
steve goes still. just for a second. then his hand tightens on your hip, eyes darkening as he tilts his head to really look at you.
“say that again,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower, rougher. “louder this time.”
you swallow hard, thighs squeezing together. “i want you to… spit in my mouth. please.”
he exhales through his nose, like he’s trying to keep control, but the way his jaw flexes says he’s already gone. “you sure about that, baby? that’s not very innocent.”
you nod quickly, cheeks burning. “i know. i just… i keep thinking about it. and i want it to be you.”
steve groans softly, like you’ve punched him in the gut, and shifts you so you’re straddling him properly, hands sliding up under your shirt to grip your waist. he studies your face—searching for any hesitation, any sign you’re not serious.
when he finds none, he leans in slow, brushing his lips against yours in the softest kiss. “mkay,” he whispers. “but you’re gonna have to open wide f’me. and you’re gonna keep those pretty eyes on mine the whole time, yeah?”
your breath hitches. you nod again, heart hammering so loud you’re sure he can feel it.
he pulls back just enough, one hand cupping the back of your neck, thumb stroking under your jaw. “open,” he says, voice quiet but commanding.
you do—lips parting, tongue flat, eyes locked on his like he asked. you’re shaking a little, nervous, excited, embarrassed all at once.
steve looks at you like you’re the prettiest, dirtiest thing he’s ever seen.
he gathers spit slow—deliberately—letting you watch the way his tongue moves behind his teeth. then he leans in, close enough that his breath fans over your lips, and lets it fall.
thick, warm, right onto your waiting tongue.
it hits and you flinch instinctively—because it’s so wet, so real, so gross in the best way. the taste is just him—salty, warm, intimate—and you feel it coat your tongue, slide toward the back of your throat.
your eyes water instantly. you whimper, soft and surprised, but you don’t pull away. you keep your mouth open, keep your eyes on his, even as a tear slips down your cheek.
steve’s thumb catches it, wipes it away gently. “swallow,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “show me you can take it.”
you do—slow, throat working, the taste lingering as it goes down. it’s disgusting. it’s perfect. you feel filthy and cherished all at once.
steve groans, low and deep, pulling you in to kiss you hard—tongue sweeping in to taste what’s left of himself in your mouth. he kisses you like he’s claiming you, like he’s proud, like he can’t get enough.
when he pulls back, you’re panting, lips swollen, eyes dazed.
“was that disgusting enough for you, baby?” he asks, smirking just a little, thumb tracing your bottom lip.
you nod, shy again, burying your face in his neck. “yeah. i liked it.”
he laughs softly, arms wrapping tight around you. “good. ‘cause we’re not done. next time you want something nasty, you just ask, okay? i’ll give you whatever you need.”
you shiver, already thinking about next time.
steve harrington knows how to ruin you sweetly. and you’re already ruined for anyone else.
An Academic Endeavor
The fluorescent lights of the library’s private study room hummed a low, judgmental note, casting a sterile glow over the chaos of open books, scattered printouts, and several empty coffee cups. The air was thick with tension of simmering resentment and frustration.