charlie. twenties. she/her. a lover of lovers — and sometimes they're sick!
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i've written one story for him and have 1-2 requests sitting in my inbox for him. unfortunately, life has taken a turn so i may be inactive for some time but i will try to return as soon as i can - hopefully with more fun content 💛
What was something that inspired you to begin writing dark fics? And then the courage to post them? (I'm seriously amazed by you oml)
Was there anyone who inspired you? Do you have any other dark fic authors you could recommend?
thank you! this isn't my first run with fanfiction and i've previously created dddne content (for a fandom i won't disclose) for the same reason of exploring taboo things that i find enjoyment in through fiction 💛 the courage to post simply comes from knowing that i'm not alone and i wanted to share what I'm creating with others!
so short answer — nobody specific really inspired me and i honestly don't read enough to recommend anyone. the ones i have read are under my reads tag.
i started this space as a safe place to explore things that knock me off my feet and i’m so happy that many of you have come on this journey with me.
thank you for all the love and support you’ve shown my pieces. since real life is currently kicking my ass, posts will be slow but i hope you’ll stick around to see more.
i appreciate you all dearly 💛 to many more corrupted minds and delicious orgasms!
ceo dad!bucky ft. tony stark - joint venture
cw: incest, spitroasting, creampie, breeding kink, blowjobs, slight dubcon
"you've got quite the intern, barnes," tony sighs, leaning back as his eyes slide shut behind his sunglasses. bucky watches from the couch in his office, ice clinking inside his glass of whiskey as he watches the two of you.
you — on your knees, stripped bare to only your pencil skirt and the lacy bra your father made you wear this morning — glaring up at tony.
"i didn't know this was ever an option, you know," tony grunts, his hair sinking into the tresses of your hair to push you down deeper on his cock. the thick tip touches the back of your throat, prompting your gag reflex as you choke on his cock.
tears prick your eyes but you keep your withering glare on the older gentleman.
when your dad asked you to help him close a joint venture, this was not what you had in mind. you thought that you were finally going to do something meaningful, something to actually get you some experience while interning for your own dad.
instead, he's treating you like a cheap token whore traded in for a lucrative deal.
he's spent the last few weeks fucking you over every possible surface in the office. in the kitchenette when everyone else is done with their break, pressing your cheek down against the table as he drives into you from behind. in the copy room with your tits on the scanner while he buries his face in your cunt, a printed copy of your nipples tucked away in his drawer as a commemorative gift.
and of course, in his office. spread open on his couch filled to the brim with cum, underneath his desk with his cock shoved down your throat while he holds his meetings, and against his floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.
but this one — this one takes the cake.
he made you take your blouse off and take your panties off. he's shortened a few of your skirts over time, leaving you in lengths that may be considered inappropriate if you bent down just enough. a few of his employees have given you lewd looks, licking their lips like they have a chance with you.
you've heard their locker room talks.
"god, wish i could fuck the boss' daughter in the conference room. we should all take our turns raping that fucking pussy."
you should be disgusted. you should, but your dad has also turned your brain to mush when it comes to sex. all you can think about is how much you can be stretched out and how many times you can cum in a day. so the idea of his employees taking their turn with you, fucking you until you're sobbing and crying on that large mahogany table, begging for them to let you go, is one that sparks warmth in your core.
however, he's specially prepared you for this one. for one tony stark.
you've seen the billionaire on the news. philanthropic endeavors. crazy inventions. he's rich. stupid rich in a way that you've never seen before.
"best pussy i've ever had, stark, i'm telling you," bucky raises his glass with a chuckle. "i know you've had your share, but so have i. i'm telling you, prime pussy."
"you raised it yourself too," tony chuckles, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. he observes the string of saliva that connects your lips to his cock, your chest rising and falling with labored breaths. "i didn't know you had such a good little dad fucker right here. i would've done this venture sooner if i knew you had such great currency."
"her tits are fun to fuck too."
tony licks his lips as he jerks your head to the side — just because he can. "ever think about knocking her up?"
air is pushed out of your lungs at the thought, your legs pressing together involuntarily.
whether it's because of the desire pooling in your gut or your attempt to avoid that exact event, you can't tell.
tony seems to prefer the former. "look at that. she likes the idea of it."
"just like her mother. a fucking whore who loves being bred."
"i'll give you shares of stark industries' newest sustainable energy division if you let me have a taste when these cute tits start producing milk." tony leans down to pinch your nipple through the flimsy lace, you wincing in return. "bet you'd look cute for your dad leaking."
bucky rises to his feet, approaching the desk only to look down at you. his gaze is clouded over, tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. you know that look. your stomach sinks.
"how about you give me a taste of your daughter instead? fair trade, don't you think?"
tony hums, "maybe once i get a taste of her. need pepper out of the house long enough to fuck open that tight cunt. she's a prissy, uptight one just like her mother. but god, bet she fucking moans like her mom too."
"for now, knocking this one up doesn't seem like a bad idea," bucky grins, grabbing your jaw and tugging you away from tony as he rips open his zipper to free his cock.
on instinct, you wrap your lips around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks to swallow him deep.
"jesus, didn't even have to ask," tony mumbles, standing to snatch the glass from bucky's hands and downing it. "you trained her well."
you bob your head, your tongue tracing over the familiar textures of bucky's cock. something about it gives you comfort. after tony fucked your throat, the way bucky lets you do whatever you want with his cock makes you feel at peace.
"she likes sucking cock. would probably suck off every man in this place if you could. isn't that right, honey?" bucky pinches your cheek.
you send a glare up in his direction, but there's no heat behind it. not when you're enjoying your dad's cock so eagerly. saliva pools quickly on your tongue, your slurps getting louder as you eagerly service his cock.
you want it. you want his cum in your mouth.
"shit, eager little whore," tony hisses, tucking his sunglasses on his shirt. "let me fuck that pussy, barnes. i'll give you an extra two percent at no additional cost."
"you serious?" bucky cocks an eyebrow.
"yes."
"put it in writing."
tony rolls his eyes at him. "really? i've got your kid's wet pussy waiting for me and you want me to draft up a contract?"
"put it on a fucking napkin for all i care. you're not getting her little slut hole unless you write it down."
with a grumble, tony grabs a pen from his desk and scribbles down his promise. "you want me to write that it's in exchange for your daughter's pussy?"
"no one but my lawyer will see it," your dad confirms. "and he's already had a taste of her too."
you remember tasting him — sam. fuck, he had a mouth on him that he put to good use on your tits and on your cunt. he had you spread wide open on his desk while bucky watched from the window. you were wailing, clamping your thighs around his head until you came all over his tongue. then he pushed his fat cock inside of you and you don't think you've ever been stretched wider in your life.
bucky was long and thick, but sam — that cock belonged in porn.
"sure she's clean? seems like you've been parading her around," tony drawls out as he signs it and pushes it in his business partner's direction.
"yes, i only allow people i trust to fuck her."
"honored to be included," tony smirks. "now, can i have her?"
bucky drags you off his cock and you unconsciously let out a whine at the loss. he smiles, thumb stroking your cheek. "such a good girl for dad, aren't you? you like dad's cock?"
you nod, whimpering.
"tell me you like dad's cock."
"i like dad's cock," you breathlessly say, eyes drawn back down to his length that's still standing tall and proud.
"good girl," bucky smiles, "but right now, i need you to take care of uncle tony's cock. hands and knees on the floor, baby."
with a reluctant sigh, you do as you're told. you get on all fours and hike your skirt up just a little bit higher. just enough to tease tony. bucky's taught you that you should never give someone everything. you give them a glimpse, you let them take the rest for yourself.
it's a good lesson because you can hear tony's growl behind you as he gets on his own knees and pushes your skirt up all the way to your hips. you can feel yourself dripping onto the carpeted floors.
"shit, her pussy's drooling. like a fucking dog."
"helps to give her treats when she's being good," bucky smiles, swatting your ass lightly.
"treats?"
"she likes her pussy spanked."
tony seems to delight in that piece of information and tests it out for himself. the first thwack against your cunt, spread open, has you jolting forward, cheek against the floor.
your body shudders at the sensation, the pain ricocheting through every nerve in your body, bubbling down into tingling until you're whining and nudging your ass back.
"she's perfect," tony exhales, his finger tracing your sensitive pussy lips until you're vibrating under his touch. "i need to know how you trained her. i need to do the same for my girl."
"just need to keep fucking her until she knows nothing else but your cock, stark. i trained this pussy to be mine and only mine. she can't fuck anyone else, not unless i let her." bucky props you back up on your hands, grabs your chin, smiling. "even then, she always comes back to me. her daddy's cock will always be her favorite. isn't that right?"
you swallow and nod slowly.
"open," bucky orders and you let your lips fall open. you know what he wants, so you also stick your tongue out and tilt your face up to look at him. he spits onto your tongue, letting that liquid pool, before he rights himself and slides his cock back into your mouth.
while you're distracted with your dad's cock in your mouth, tony begins to push into you from behind. his size is nowhere close to bucky or sam, but there's a way in which he angles his cock that hits your g-spot again and again.
your moans are muffled around bucky's cock as he fucks your throat, groaning every time he hits the back of it. "perfect fucking throat, sweetheart. you're such a good girl for your dad, even more so when you're spreading your legs to help your dad do work."
"this is the kind of shareholder value i'm looking for," tony chuckles, fingers buried into the flesh of your hips as he fucks into you in earnest. "tight little incest pussy. who knew you could have the perfect daughter? she might give my kid a run for her money."
bucky laughs, breathless. "she loves dad cock. loves older men in general. my dad's coming to visit next week, i might give him a taste of her too. he'd fucking love her."
"fuck, your old man's into this too? it really does run in the family."
"he fucked my sister when she came back from college. he didn't think i knew, but i fucking heard her crying every night while he called her a dirty little slut. i jacked off right next door."
"your family's fucked up, barnes."
"well, as long as it stays in the family, right?" bucky chuckles, breaking off into a pleasured moan when you curl your tongue around the tip, when you begin suckling on the head. "fuck, just like that, princess. you know exactly what i like."
"no longer in the family if you're sharing her," tony smiles, "not that i'm complaining. you're right. best fucking pussy i've had. just when i think she's getting a little loose, she tightens it right back up."
"taught her to do that too. make sure she keeps that cunt squeezing around my cock."
tony's breath stutters as more noises fall from his lips. "i'm gonna fucking cum. shit. should i pull out?"
"you really want to? she's on the pill. don't worry."
"goddamn, hope you take her off it soon. maybe send her to do her rounds with us and see which one of us can knock her up."
bucky's jaw clenches, he fucks a little harder into your throat. "no, if i ever take her off it, i'm going to be the only one fucking her. no one else gets to breed that perfect pussy. i'm gonna put a baby sister inside of her."
your stomach clenches, pussy clamping down around tony's cock. "shit, she likes that idea."
"she should, i've been putting it in her head since i started screwing her. she used to cry about it, now she just gets wet at the idea of carrying her own sister."
"f-fuck, i'm gonna cum. gonna cum inside you, pretty girl," tony moans, his hips picking up pace, thrusting deep inside you before warmth spills into your cunt.
bucky, seeing his, begins to fuck your throat harder, grabbing the back of your head and forcing you down until you're choking and gagging around his cock. it's his favorite sight, especially when your makeup starts to run from your tears.
"i'm gonna feed you my cum, baby girl. daddy's gonna give you your dinner." with a stuttered moan, bucky's cock spurts cum down your throat.
the sticky mess clings to the top of your mouth, spills from the corner of your lips. you can barely keep it in with how he's still using your lips to milk his cock of every last drop.
"swallow."
you do as you're told, letting his messy cum slide down your throat, just as tony pulls out of you. tony's thumb settles on your pussy lips, opening up your cunt to see his cum drip out of your hole.
"damn, better than a fleshlight."
"my personal one," bucky smiles.
"well, barnes, you've got yourself a deal. looking forward to working with you, partner."
requested by @hatewhooaaamisssoftwr8: Thank you for your AMAZING writing! Your ceo dad!bucky is another masterpiece! ;3 Do you write for Tony Stark? If so... Would ceo dad!bucky use his lil girl to close a business deal with him? Having her get on her knees and service Tony's Iron hard dick? Give him a handful and mouthful of her sweet tits? Let him pump her pussy full of his seed? ;3
a/n: i wrote this in a strange frenzy one afternoon. i've never written tony but i hope this does the request justice.
if you enjoyed this, please like/reblog/comment. kisses!
— divider by @/lobster-graphics
Do you ever think you'd do a dad!bucky with the reader from dirtbag!Bucky's world? Kinda like how you adjusted things to make the mom the reader instead of the sister 🤔
i did have someone mention it in the comments! i'll consider it but nothing specific planned.
hi charlie!! just read dirtbagson!bucky x mom and my brain nearly short circuited ^_^ could you do one where bucky, his sister and mom have a three way? :3 mom-daughter lesbian interaction included @/&:&;&:&:29383&,’:&: hehe
hello, thank you for your kind words! my requests are still closed at the moment as i'm slowly working through what i have. hope you understand!
brother ryland - HELLO???? wow. Wow wowowow WOW. bless your mind that was such a treat i feel like my third eye opened or sumn 👁️👁️👁️ so tasty….Thank U 🙏
thank you! he is a much more niche character to corrupt but i woke up from a good night's rest with that idea so i had to write it. i'm very happy you enjoyed! 💛
it starts with an off-handed comment from steve when he came to visit once. "damn, your mom's a fucking milf, buck." bucky had gagged at the insinuation then.
but the more he pays attention to you, the more he understands what steve meant — you really are his mom he wants to fuck.
bucky can't help himself. even though both him and his sister are home for the summer, the princess is always out and about, finding any and every excuse to leave the house. of course, bucky knows why, but he hates that he's lost his one reliable source of entertainment for the holidays.
however, things quickly change when he realizes that it's not only his sister that's always gone, but his father too. the house is usually much too quiet and it's not as if bucky has a billion friends he can reach out to. steve is at his aunt's and sam's doing a whole euro summer sitch.
which means bucky's alone in his hometown with nothing to do.
well, nothing to do except his mom who he somehow now can't stop staring at.
you had gotten pregnant with bucky at an early age, knocked up right out of college and forced to become a first-time mother while his dad went off to pursue his dreams. it worked out in the end; his father made money and his mom kept the house running.
so you were young — younger than most moms. he had heard the whispers growing up, how other kids would point out how hot you were because their moms didn't look like that. he didn't know until now — not until he realized what was possible.
and so bucky can't help himself when he comes up behind you when you're peeling fruits in the kitchen. he presses up behind you, crotch lined up perfectly with that plush ass hidden underneath a pair of tiny shorts. he nearly groans when he feels his hard cock dig into your soft flesh.
"bucky!" you yelp, almost dropping the knife.
bucky leans in close, close enough that you're trapped against the counter with your trembling fingers. "mmm, that for dessert later?"
you smile softly, completely unaware of his intentions. "yes. figured you and your sister could use some vitamin c."
the oranges you're peeling are slightly squished, pale yellow juices dripping onto your fingers. bucky's mouth salivates at the sight. "gimme a taste."
"you can take one," you offer, nudging the cutting board to the side so he can reach.
but bucky doesn't budge, instead tucking his chin on your shoulder. he can sense you tense up, there's no doubt that you can feel his erection digging into your ass.
"can you feed me one? i don't wanna get my hands dirty."
"bucky, you're an adult now. you really want me to still spoon feed you?" you tease with a light laugh.
bucky presses deeper. "come on. i'm still your son, aren't i?"
with a sigh, you relent and pick up a slice and bring it over your shoulders to his lips.
bucky takes your hand, your entire body tenses, and he lifts the fingers closer to his mouth before wrapping his lips around them. he catches the fruit between his teeth, but his mouth lingers, tongue laving at the nectar between your fingers.
his mouth is so warm and hot, suckling on your digits, and your fingers are cool from the fruits.
his eyes never once leave yours.
he can feel the way your breath stutters in your lungs, the skip in your pulse in the vein his thumb is settled on. he lets you go slowly, finds your fingers trembling as you return your hands to the fruit you're working on.
"thanks, mom," he murmurs with a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder before he disappears down the hall.
once he starts, he can't seem to stop.
you keep a watchful eye on him now, muscles going taut every time he steps into a room. bucky doesn't change what he does, not too much. not outwardly. instead, he makes it subtle.
brushes of your hip. standing a little too close. accidentally walking into the master bedroom when you're changing.
the last one, you had yelped and tried your best to cover up with that tiny scrap of fabric you call a robe. but it was too late — bucky got a glimpse of your tits, those pert nipples before you hid them from view, and a peek at your pretty pussy.
fuck, he's never gotten so hard so fast. he sees where his sister gets it from at least.
then bucky can't help but up the ante. he knows you shower with the master bathroom door open and he watches you from that little gap, rubbing his cock through his sweats as he watches the water pour down your curves. when you catch his eye, he ducks away. just enough to give you that touch of worry with no evidence to prove that he was ever there.
when you're moving around the kitchen preparing dinner, bucky hovers around you. he watches that gorgeous ass sway as you move between shelves. when he's feeling a little bold, he uses the drumsticks he usually carries around to lift up your skirt for a peek. see what color panties you're wearing that day. when you feel the breeze hit the back of your thighs, you immediately whirl around but bucky's already leaning back against the counter with a mental image of the pink silk on your skin.
if he doesn't catch what panties you're wearing that day, he's in the laundry room digging through the basket for a pair of your soiled ones. your delicate juice seeping and staining the cotton and silk. just enough that bucky rubs his cock with it and cums onto it as well. you caught him once in there and he had been quick enough to tuck his cock back in and dump his own dirty briefs into the pile.
he knows all of these things put you on edge. you flit a little more nervously around the house. you're cautious around him, eyes always following him around.
so then he simply must take it a step further. the summer gives him a good excuse to walk around shirtless. while he isn't built like steve, he's still toned with the sort of youth that has even his cougar neighbors drooling. when the two of you are in the living room, he shifts in his seat just enough that his cock peeks out from his basketball shorts, tip flushed red and leaking against his thigh.
he knows that you see it all.
but it's not enough. he wants more.
"hey, mom, can you help me with something?"
you look weary, yet incredibly alert at the same time. "what is it?"
"hand's cramping up. i might be practicing too much. think you can help me massage it?"
you hesitate, rightfully so.
he places his hand on your lap. "please?"
your throat moves as you swallow. your own hand quickly picks his up, ready to remove the heat from your thigh. bucky watches as your thumbs dig into his palm, tracing the carved lines below his callouses.
"hands aren't soft anymore, are they?" bucky says as he stares at the gentle motions of your fingers on him, hypnotized.
"you're just all grown up," you murmur, touch almost featherlight as you skim your fingertips over the back of his hand. your index finger follows the vein that flows from his knuckle down to his wrist.
"a working man's hands," he teases, "got all the bumps and bruises."
your smile is soft when you look up at bucky. "you need to take better care of your hands."
"well, at least you know they're capable hands," he replies, "skilled hands. i could do a lot with these hands."
you only hum, focusing on the ripples of his skin as you continue to massage it slowly.
"a lot of things i could play. the drums. my guitar. a woman's pussy."
the last doesn't sink in until you jolt back, surprised. "bucky!"
"it's true," he chuckles, "i know what it's like to handle a woman. how to make her feel good."
embarrassment is etched across your features as your faltering grip tries to tighten on his hand.
"never learned from dad. it doesn't seem he's very good at satisfying women. couldn't even keep a good one like you happy."
your lips tighten as you glare up at him. "that's very disrespectful of you to say. he works hard to provide for this family."
"but does he provide for you?" bucky cocks an eyebrow.
you yank your hand away, letting his fall to the couch. to the space between the two of you. "that's none of your business."
"'course it is. i see you. see what you need. you've been lonely, haven't you? i could give you all of that, you know."
"bucky—"
"i'll make you cum over and over again. first on my tongue, because i want to taste how sweet you are. then on my fingers, so i can memorize the shape of your insides with my fingertips. and on my cock — however many times you want, however many ways you want."
you swallow, readying yourself to stand, but bucky moves faster. he takes hold of your hand, dragging it towards his lap towards the noticeable tent in his pants.
he wraps your fingers around the length of him through the fabric. your eyes go wide. "can you imagine how good this would feel inside you?"
"this isn't right," you whisper, but the quiver in your voice betrays your reluctance to pull away. the look in your eyes, shining bright, pupils blown, give away your desire.
"how can it not be right? i'm being a good son. i just want to take care of my mother. my sweet mother who's been neglected for so long. you haven't had a cock in you in a while, right? when was the last time?"
you gulp, trying to tug your hand away again. "bucky."
"tell me. when was the last time?"
"i don't know," you whisper.
"that's just sad. gorgeous woman like yourself. great pair of tits, the ones that fed me. pretty fuckin' pussy, the one that gave birth to me. it's my turn to take care of you now."
"you shouldn't be doing this. i'm your mother."
"probably what sister dearest said too before she choked on my cock."
you jerk back like you've been slapped. "your sister? bucky!"
"she liked it, don't worry. can't get enough of my cock now. i've stretched her out all nice." his lips curl into a sinister little smile. "you don't have to be jealous. i could do that to your pussy too. you haven't been fucked in so long, it probably snapped back into place. like you're basically a virgin again. i could fuck you open, stretch your around my cock so you won't now any different."
bucky leans you back and crawls on top of you, burying his nose in your neck to breathe in that delicate scent that wafts from your skin. a combination of that citrusy soap and something so uniquely you that has his cock twitching.
your skin is so smooth, pliant underneath his fingers and he runs them up your waist to grope at your soft tits underneath your shirt. your nipples are silky between his fingers and he pushes it up enough so he can tuck himself in the valley of your breasts.
he leaves a trail of soft wet kisses as he brings one peak into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily like he can imagine what it's like for milk to leak onto his tongue.
"dad should've knocked you up again," he groans, "could milk these tits for days. sucking on these sweet nipples while you grind on my thigh."
a whimper climbs out your throat as your hands unconsciously drift onto his head, twisting through the strands to push his face deeper. he toys with the other nipple while he keeps his mouth busy with tasting this one.
"you'd like that, wouldn't you? feeding your son again, the way you were always meant to. i'd take care of your poor aching tits while dad's at work. finger this pretty cunt of yours until you're dripping everywhere."
his hand snakes down over your belly, soft with stretch marks from two children, and slips under your pants where he finds your panties moist.
"fuck, you're so wet already," he hisses, finger trailing up that wet slit. he can already imagine that wet patch, one that he could practically tear through if he applied just enough pressure.
"bucky, we shouldn't," you protest but the words are feeble, crumbling at the last moment into a moan.
"you say that but i can feel this pussy drooling for me," bucky grins as he wiggles his finger around the panties to soak in your tight little hole.
and god, are you fucking tight.
bucky can nearly taste you. he can smell you from how much you're leaking. his poor mother left all alone, only her own fingers to keep her company.
"don't worry, mom. you have me now. you can use my cock anytime," bucky whispers against your breast, pressing soft kisses around your nipple. "i can do it better than dad. i promise you. my cock's bigger, i can stretch you out more, make you cry around it."
his finger dips in, you clench around him. a gasp wrenched from your lungs. he can hear another argument sit on the tip of your tongue but he stops you with a searing kiss. he can taste that minty lip balm you're always swiping on your mouth, the one that's just daring for him to kiss you. he licks the flavor off your lips as he eases his finger in and out of you.
your pussy is dripping all over him, juices rolling down to his wrist even with only a finger in. then he adds another and scissors you slowly until you're gripping his biceps with a stuttered breath.
"o-oh, oh god."
"feels good, doesn't it?" he murmurs. "told you i know how to use my fingers. little sis loves it too. you have no idea how many times i've made her beg me to let her cum on my fingers alone."
your throat moves as you swallow, wary eyes finding his. "h-how long have you been touching her?"
"a while."
"'s not right, you shouldn't—" your words falter again when bucky pushes in a third finger.
fuck, you're taking it like a champ. for someone who hasn't been fucked in so long, you seem to be swallowing his fingers right up.
a mother's pussy really is trained to be different.
"want my cock in you, mom. i think you're ready. i didn't even need to prep you."
a noooo falls from your lips but bucky doesn't care, not when he sees your darkened gaze fall to his pants. he quickly gets up, licks his fingers clean with a delighted moan, before he strips his pants off.
"shit," you squeak when you see his cock. "i don't think— i don't know if that'll fit."
"we'll make it fit, mom, don't worry. i'll make it fit inside this pretty pussy of yours."
you still look doubtful, but it doesn't matter. not when bucky's climbing over you, not when he's folding your legs into your chest, pushing your tits together.
not when he's dragging the head of his cock against your pussy lips, feeling your legs press together, your pussy clenching around the hint of his tip.
"wait until i'm inside you to squeeze," bucky licks his lips. "i need to feel how fucking tight this pussy is. gave birth to two kids and still felt like you're choking out my finger."
you clench again, whining this time. "bucky, please."
bucky pushes the tip in and feels you constrict around him. "fuck, you gotta relax. i can't even put my cock in if you keep squeezin' me like that."
your bottom lip quivers with his instruction, pussy drooling more on his cock. it's the perfect lube as you slowly start to slacken around him. he takes that as his chance to bury himself all the way to the hilt with a hungry groan.
your teeth sink into your lip to stop yourself from screaming, hands flying out to cover your mouth as you wail quietly. "h-hurts, oh god, it hurts."
"i know, i know," he grits out, "it'll only hurt for a bit. sis cried about the same thing too and she's taking my cock so easily now. pussy's gotten too loose even. 's nice to have fresh pussy."
his words are demeaning and he can see embarrassment carved into the lines of your face. still, you don't say a word. instead you only glare at him as scolding but keeps your legs spread for his cock.
he pushes you in deeper, dragging all the air from your lungs as he begins to drive his cock deep inside you. it's a slow burn on the slide out as you adjust to his size, but he plunges back in mercilessly. every time he thrusts inside, you cry out as you feel the pain between your legs.
"s-slow down, please! it hurts. you're t-too big."
however, your words only egg him on. he loves hearing you say how big he is, how he can't possibly fit you. he loves seeing the fat tears roll down your cheeks. his precious, polite mother falling apart on her own son's cock. what would the neighbors think?
you always thought you raised your kids right — and you're beginning to seriously rethink that when you're too busy taking pleasure on your own son's cock. when you consider what he said about taking pleasure in his own sister.
like mother, like son.
"i took her virginity, you know. she was this cute princess, acting all sweet all the time. you know her. you raised her," bucky chuckles, "now she's nothing but a whore. she comes running whenever i text her."
your lips twist sourly.
"don't be jealous," he smirks, "you can be mine too, you know. come visit me on campus. i'll fuck you in my room too. dad never has to know."
you instantly go stiff, eyes the size of saucers as the realization sinks in once again that you're fucking your son. more accurately, your son is fucking you.
"we can't— your dad—"
"he won't be home anytime soon," bucky brushes you off, pumping deeper and faster inside of you.
he successfully distracts you when your head sinks back into the cushions as he jerks his hips forward, fucking deep inside you each time. he tilts your hips further up, angling so that he's fucking down into you.
he fucking loves this position. loves the idea of what it could do.
"you're still young right? you can still get pregnant?"
"what—" you gasp, "i can't— bucky, don't. please. pull out."
the confirmation has a moan falling from his mouth. "fuck, you can. i could knock you up right now if i came in you."
you cry out again, exerting more effort this time to try and push him off you. it's all fruitless in the end. bucky's stronger. he pins you down deeper, firmer into the couch.
he fucks you faster in earnest, feeling that burn in his gut when he's getting close. now that he has this idea of you in his head, he can't seem to get it out.
when he starts something, he needs to finish it.
he needs to finish inside you.
the filthy words tumble from his lips so naturally.
"gonna fill you up, mom. gonna put another baby in you. make myself a sibling — a baby brother, or sister."
"you're gonna have your own son knock you up. it's okay, nobody will tell the difference."
"i can't wait 'til you're round again, leaking milk from these tits so i can suck on them."
but his favorite thought — the one itch he can't seem to scratch — he finally voices out loud.
"i'm gonna make dad watch too, see what he's missing out on. next time, maybe i'll have him sit in that chair right there while i take this pussy again and again. make him watch as i fuck his wife's — my mother's — tight cunt. bet you he'll cum all over himself."
he almost prays that his dad would walk in at that moment. he wants to see the look on the man's face when he sees bucky fucking his wife. taking her as his own because he can't keep a good woman satisfied.
"he's probably gonna wanna fuck you after. he's gonna try and make sure that baby is his. but we'll never know. you're going to be leaking both our cums from this beautiful cunt of yours."
your tongue forms the syllables of his name, another cry, another whimper. another plea to please, please don't cum inside. please pull out! the desperate cries only make him harder.
hungrier.
he has his mind set. his balls feel tight as he pounds into you, holding you tight in this mating press.
"f-fuck, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna pour all my cum inside you, mom. need you to cum with me, need this pussy pulsing and squeezing me so that it fucking takes."
it shouldn't turn you on. you shouldn't be listening to what he says, or following his orders, but your body appears to have other plans when you can feel yourself climbing towards that peak.
when bucky makes his final promise to take care of you when you're pregnant with his baby, you come completely undone. your back arches off the fabric as your first orgasm — one you've been chasing for so long — crashes over you in waves.
it's nothing like the ones you've given yourself. this is heavy, intense, like it pierces straight through your bones and lands somewhere inside of you and anchors you down. you can't even move.
bucky, seeing you all slumped down like this — resigned, pleasured, satisfied — finally spills inside you, shooting rope after rope of cum to paint your insides white.
his hips stutter with every spurt, like the force of it is too much to bear. he moans as he falls on top of you, lips against that pulse point on your neck as he exhales deeply.
he hasn't cum that hard since the first time his sister let him fuck her raw. god, he could get used to this.
"don't worry, mom. i'll take real good care of you."
requested by anon: Would you be open to ideas for son!bucky banging his mom!reader? If not, my apologies!
a/n: thank you anon for providing me the perfect opportunity to test out this new dynamic. i've been on a dirtbag kick so i thought why not? hope you like this one.
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— divider by @/pixopix
you don't know what to expect after a supposed government agent shoves you into a black suv and tells you that you need to be somewhere. they pick you up right outside your workplace, flash some fancy badges, and wrangle you in.
of course, you fought — who wouldn't? you don't know these men. your fight ends up pointless when you're strapped into the backseat going to middle of nowhere. first a car then a plane for hours and hours.
it only makes sense when you land and spot a familiar face.
"ryland?" you balk as you step off the private jet, which is an insane sentence to consider on its own. "what— what is going on?"
"hey, baby sis," he smiles, throwing his arms open wide.
you reluctantly walk into his embrace, feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.
this isn't normal. he knows this isn't normal. the two of you have gone no-contact since the divorce. barely anyone knows you're even siblings. hell, barely anyone knows you have a sibling. it's been years.
"uh, want to tell me what's up? where are we?" your eyes wander the grounds with a smattering of people rushing to and fro. the 'agents' who had kidnapped you are still standing behind you, waiting.
ryland waves them off. they look at each other then move away.
since when does your awkward older brother have that kind of authority?
"come on." ryland slides an arm around your waist and guides you forward.
he doesn't tell you much. just that it's all classified. he doesn't introduce you to people but he seems friendly enough with everyone that he nods and smiles when he walks past them. some of them patting him on the back to commend him for his "decision." he doesn't explain the bulk of labs or the countless scientists with goggles.
"uh, what exactly do you do now?"
"i'm a scientist."
"for the government?" you quirk an eyebrow.
"something like that," he shrugs and leads you to his room instead.
the place is... what you would expect. it's a bit of a mess. sheets unmade, drawings and sketches on the wall of all sorts of formulas and diagrams that you can't decipher. desk in a corner. no photos. never any photos. ryland's never been good at making friends or keeping them. or family for that matter.
exhibit a: you.
ryland's still smiling softly at you, looking almost sentimental every time he appraises you as the door clicks shut behind him.
you shift in discomfort. "okay, can you tell me what's going on? i've just been picked up and dropped off in the middle of nowhere, apparently by my brother who i haven't seen in years. now, you won't tell me what's going on or why i'm here."
"i'm going to tell you something and i need you not to panic."
naturally, you start panicking.
"i'm going to die."
the words catch you in whiplash. "what?"
"it's this mission. i'm going into space."
"you're going into space?"
his lips tip up in an amused smile. "is that that crazy to believe?"
"ryland, you say a lot of crazy things, it doesn't mean you would do something certifiably insane."
with a sigh, he shrugs. "it came out of nowhere. no one is supposed to make it back, not with the technology and amount of resources we have. i didn't want to do it but i have to. they agreed to fulfill one last wish for me."
you blink.
"and i picked you."
"me?" you gasp, "ryland, we haven't seen each other in forever. why would you think of me?"
ryland steps towards you, searching your eyes as he lifts his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. he cups your cheek and forces you look up at him.
"always thinking about you, baby sis. never stopped. always worried about you."
"when do you leave?"
"tomorrow. so you won't be here that long."
you swallow thickly. even if you haven't seen him in a while, the thought of your brother dying has your stomach sinking. both your parents are long gone. you've never had any aunts or uncles or cousins. you're the only two left of what you would call family.
as you find the words to say, ryland leans down and gently presses his lips against yours. your eyes go wide, body jerking back instinctively when you feel the first touch.
"what are you doing?"
ryland looks a little hurt. "i told you i picked you."
"no, what are you doing? you're my brother. you shouldn't be—" kissing me. you nearly gag at the thought.
"i've always wanted to do that with you, you know. you were always the prettiest girl. no one else i've met could compare."
"ryland," you whisper, backing up until you feel the cool metal of the door against your back. "you shouldn't." your hand reaches for the handle but it won't budge for some reason.
you whip around again to find ryland has come up on you. "you won't fulfill your older brother's last wish?" he murmurs, dipping his head to nose against your cheek.
your stomach turns. "what's your last wish?"
"you. i want to have you."
you feel your breakfast coming back up. "ryland, please. this isn't right. i don't want this."
"sweetheart, you're not the one going into space and dying out there. why can't you just give me this one thing?"
"regardless of what you want, i'm not kissing my own brother," you snap, palms shoving him backwards.
he's never had much strength and stumbles back clumsily. you try the door again but it is to no avail. instead of looking deterred, ryland only sighs. he reaches for something on his bedside table.
pills.
he's handing you pills.
"fuck no."
"it'll make it easier."
"i don't give a fuck. i'm not taking pills from you. not after what you just did. not when i don't even know where the hell i am."
a muscle in his jaw ticks. then he's swooping in. he has a surprising grip as he grabs your jaw and uses his fingers to pry your mouth open. you try to move, shake your head, anything to keep him away, but then he's tossing the pills in and pouring water down your throat until you have no choice but to swallow.
you gag when he releases you, his eyes keeping a careful eye on you.
"what the fuck?! what was that?"
"it'll help. i promise. i had some of the chemists here help me develop that so it's safe. it'll only last a few hours."
hours? your mouth moves. at least, you think it does. but you can't seem to enunciate properly. the words leaving your lips are slurred, like you're blending together a jumble of letters.
your body feels heavy and you lean against the door for support. ryland takes hold of you by both your arms and guides you to his bed, laying you down.
it's soft. you're sinking in. your fingers are tingling.
your mind is a daze, but you're also somehow still strangely aware. the lights just look brighter but ryland hovers over you to block them. he's whispering that he's just here to take care of you and make you feel good. you don't have to resist.
and you couldn't even if you wanted to. your limbs feel like you're being anchored underwater, even if your mind is fully awake. you watch as ryland strips you off your clothes. your blouse goes first, then your slacks.
meanwhile, he's still in that cheesy i need some space graphic t-shirt and jeans.
"beautiful," he murmurs as he traces his finger over the curve of your breasts, just above the hem of your bra. "you always were so gorgeous. thought about this body a lot when you went through your boyfriends growing up. missed you when i left for college. missed you even more when you ended up in a different city for your college."
you protest. you think you do. ryland just regards you, humor dancing in his eyes.
"you can't talk. probably feels too tiring to talk. don't worry, you'll still be able to feel everything. you'll stay awake and you'll remember everything that happens today. i want you to remember today — remember me after i'm long gone."
your eyes sting. a fat tear rolls down the corner of your eye, disappears into your hair. then another but ryland swipes that one away. he sits down next to you and leans down to kiss your forehead again.
his mouth travels softly down the slope of your nose, your cheek, before returning to your lips. you try to pull away but you don't move an inch. instead he slants his lips over yours, gentle and kind like how you always pictured him to be.
not like this.
this isn't your brother. it can't be.
"i know you're scared," ryland whispers, "i am too. this whole thing is happening so fast. they took away my choice, so they gave me the one thing i could choose."
his fingers slowly brush your hair away from your face again. you try to glare but your face only contorts uncomfortably, as much as it can move.
"don't try too hard okay. it's only going to hurt you and tire you out more. all i want is a taste. i just want to know how all those other guys felt with you."
his thumb strokes your bare hip, smoothing over the skin like he's memorizing the textures and dips. he drifts it up to cup your breast, squeezing it gently like he's figuring out how you follow the shape of his fingers. then his thumb runs over your peaked nipple, obvious through the fabric.
he smiles, pleased.
"remember when i came to visit you your junior year? i slept on your couch when you went out. you thought i was sleeping when you came home drunk with another guy. could hear you all night. moaning and whining."
your heart lurches invisibly against your ribcage. of course, you remember. he dropped by unannounced and you already had plans. you left without him. he looked like he was out cold and you've had a crush on that boy cody for so long, that you had to just take him home with you.
"i could hear the pounding through the walls, but i didn't say a thing. i didn't want to ruin your night. because i'm a good brother."
a small whimper slips past your lips. ryland looks partially surprised but doesn't seem to care when you still can't move.
"but all i could picture was hearing you moaning underneath me, what it would be like if i were the reason you were making those cute little noises," ryland grins. "so don't you think i deserve a small reward of my own? one night with you. that's all i want."
ryland pushes down his own pants, freeing his cock. you can't turn your head, but your heart begins to race. fear. anticipation. the uncertainty of it all has you on edge. he turns your head and tugs you closer.
your eyes widen when you see the size of him. he's tall, of course he's big. while it isn't too thick, it's long. long enough that you feel your inside clench in worry at the sight.
"let me give you a taste, baby sister." his thumb lands on your bottom lip, drawing it down until your jaw is hanging open. he uses his fingers to pull your tongue out slightly, just enough for him to slide the tip onto it.
the first touch has him groaning.
"i can feel your warm breath. especially when you're panicking like this. i already know you're going to feel so nice and hot around my cock," ryland rasps as he pushes his cock in deeper.
you have no energy to resist. you simply let him take.
he fucks into your mouth carefully, enough to avoid your teeth and your lipstick smears along his cock. it's messy and clumsy but he seems to be enjoying himself. you can feel him growing on your tongue, stretching out your lips.
"f-fuck, that feels so good. so tight. perfect little mouth. i always knew you'd feel so good around me. knew i'd fit perfectly in here."
he hits the back of your throat, prompting you to choke, closing in around his cock. however, your lips still don't move, so it's a vibration around his cock.
ryland lets out a groan as he does it again, feels it again. "that's amazing. gag's still working but it feels even better like this. can't even bite down on me. your mouth's so sweet, taking me so well."
while he continues to slide his cock into your mouth, his hand reaches down to tug your breasts free. he pinches and pulls on your nipples, tweaking them until he can see your pulse jump in your veins. he breathes heavily, panting as he relishes in the heat of your throat, glasses fogging up as he does so.
pearls of precum fall onto your tongue. bitter and lingering. you can't even swallow so the flavor just... stays.
his hips begin to stutter and, for a moment, all you can feel is relief. relief that once he cums, it'll be over. maybe he'll let you go.
but another part of you — one that you continue to deny — feels a different type of relief. the kind that tightens between your legs. a familiar warmth blooming in your core like you're taking some sick pleasure in him doing this.
the loss of control, you made mindless under his ministrations, it's a relief from your day to day. you're exhausted. so maybe, just maybe, having your big brother take control of you — do all the thinking for you — can feel nice.
"s-shit, i can't," ryland pulls out with a hiss, circling his fingers around the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming. "you feel too good. such a little temptress, you. but i want to cum in you."
your heart jolts again, an electric current shocking your entire system, nearly enough for your finger to twitch.
"but i want to make you feel good too. i want to make sure you're taken care of," ryland whispers and kneels before you on the mattress. he drags your panties down slowly, tossing it onto his desk with zero intention of ever returning it to you.
you can imagine him up in space, wrapping the fabric around his cock and jerking himself off with it. imagining that you were up there with him. picturing what it would be like if it was your pussy again.
before you know it, ryland's propping up both your legs over his shoulders and inhaling deep between them. "you smell so sweet. so wet."
he traces a finger over your pussy lips, the moisture sticky and clinging onto his fingertip. he grins up at you before he dips his tongue in tentatively.
every nerve in your body comes alive. every drag of his tongue sparks a new fire inside of you, setting off a stream of fireworks that would have you arching off the bed if you could move. for someone with limited experience, ryland knows exactly how to use his tongue.
you almost wish you could see him instead of the ceiling. see how your brother is eating out your pussy. you can hear the slurping, the moans that spill from his lips as he seems to take much pleasure in pleasing you.
"oh, i'm sorry. you can't even see."
ryland's disappearance leaves you at a loss, feeling almost cold between your legs as he comes up next to you. he shifts your body, propping you up against a pillow so you can get a good view of him as he returns between your legs.
he smiles sweetly up at you before he dives back in.
the experience is excruciating. you feel the urge to bury your fingers in his messy hair, push him down deeper to grind your pussy against his mouth. ryland's eyes peek up at you from above his glasses, watching you as he continues to lick and finger you, pushing a finger then two.
you aren't a virgin and you haven't exactly been celibate so it doesn't take him much effort. however, when he adds a third, you can feel the slight pinch. your pussy clamps down in resistance.
"already?" ryland says, looking almost pitiful. "how are you going to take my cock, baby sis?"
the weight of his words settle heavy in your gut. my cock. baby sis. two things that shouldn't belong in the same sentence but here you are.
"you think you're ready?"
you let out a noise. your muddled, pleasure-addled brain can't even tell what you're trying to say. ryland takes it as agreement.
he beams, "always the overachiever."
ryland goes back on his knees between your legs, palms stroking up your calves, to your thighs, before he's dragging you forward, his hips meeting yours. you can feel the press of his cock against your pussy lips. warm. his cock jumps, precum dribbling from the tip as he hungrily drinks you in.
"so pretty like this for me," he moans quietly, dragging his cock along your slick folds, tip catching onto your clit.
you jerk slightly with a small whimper.
"you seem to be getting your movement back. just means you'll enjoy this so much more."
his tongue peeks out as he slowly positions himself before you, angling his cock to sink slowly into your tight pussy. his eyes remain glued on you, on the way your lips open up to take him in, the way they curve around him, wrapping tight.
the burn is intense, you can feel your fingers trembling, hips quivering as he sinks himself into you with a groan. you can see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, slamming shut as the vein on his neck throbs with what exists of his self restraint.
"f-fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. you have the perfect mouth, but your pussy feels even better. she's squeezing me so tight. persistent little thing," he coos almost patronizingly.
your ass lifts off the bed as he drags you closer, pushes in deeper. his fingers are greedy on your hips, sinking into the flesh to leave pretty bruises to remember him by.
he mutters how wonderful you feel, praises you for doing so well for him. for being such a good, obedient little sister. for granting his last wish.
he tells you that you're perfect and your toes curl.
lungs devoid of air and stomach burning with desire. you feel heat course through every inch of you.
"you just like being praised, don't you?" he coaxes sweetly. "my beautiful sister. this has been my dream. i know you can't see it now, but this is because i love you. i'm doing this for you too."
a whimper crawls up your throat. how is this for me? you want to scream. this is so incredibly wrong.
ryland groans. "i felt you tighten, feels even better."
he pumps himself in and out of you with fervor, a thirst to absolutely devour you. filthy promises to make sure you're all taken care of, to make sure you are fully satisfied fall from his mouth.
you can see how the sweat beads his forehead as he pushes into you deeper each time, faster. he's close, you can feel it.
your own stomach squeezes when you realize.
he doesn't have a condom on.
"con—" you manage to wheeze out past the desert in your throat.
"what's that, sweetheart?"
your lips form the words, but the letters come out stilted.
ryland's eyes still brighten. "condom?"
you nod slowly, painfully.
"we don't need that, do we?"
your body jerks.
"don't worry your pretty little head. i'm gonna cum inside you."
another whine slides past your lips.
"i'm gonna put a baby in you, gonna make sure our family lives on. you can't let it die. don't worry. they're paying me enough to take care of you and our kid. promise you'll be good."
"r-ryland," you gasp, voice a fragile whisper.
it all feels so warm. his cock fills you up, stretches you out, burning warm between your legs in a heat that feels strangely unfamiliar to you. it's nothing you've ever felt before.
the desire isn't foreign, but the sheer intensity of it is unexpected. it slams into you like a freight train.
"that's it, oh god," ryland moans as he drives deep into you again, cock hitting that delicious spot inside you again and again. "fuck, say my name again. say it."
your eyes squeeze closed as you shake your head slowly. your cunt squeezing around him in denial.
"come on. please. won't you do this one thing for your brother?"
"ryland," you croak painfully.
your brother shudders above you, presses your legs up more as he drills into you until his cock touches the entrance of your womb. it's unbelievable. your belly coils tight, pleasure taut in every inch of your muscle.
"i want you to cum around me. i want you to cum around your brother's cock."
"ryland, please."
he presses down enough to kiss you again, tongue swiping along your bottom lip as he drinks in your cries. "just like that. you sound so cute begging. maybe i should've just taken you. shouldn't have even given you anything."
"n-no, d-don't want—" your words choke out in your throat when ryland picks up the pace again.
"gonna cum. gonna fill you up. gonna make sure it takes before i leave. we have all the time in the world. i'm going to make sure it sticks. i'll fuck you over and over again, until i ruin you for every other man."
his promises, coupled with the force of his thrusts, and the fact that he's your brother hurtles you over the edge. you're falling off the cliff into a blinding, white-hot pleasure that completely consumes you.
you feel like you're both underwater and taking a breath for the first time. your pussy pulses around his cock, milking him as you feel him pour into you. warm and sticky, creating a mess between your legs.
ryan stammers pleased noises in your ear as the last of his cum spurts into you.
"good girl. such a good girl. don't worry. we'll make sure our family survives this. i promise you that."
and you can't do anything but take it.
a/n: i woke up thinking about this specific idea yesterday so i put pen to paper. you can certainly count on me to destroy a purely sweet character.
if you enjoyed this, please like/reblog/comment. kisses!
— divider by @/rmstitanics
Ughh I loved your soldier boy fic <3 is it getting a second part? Like the next time he does it he’s way harsher and readers really crying this time and disassociating 🥴
i am hoping to write a second part, yes! i didn't think of the disassociating piece but i actually love that detail so i may add it in. thank you so much!
