but consider also: bra shaped portals for people to suck your tits on demand and out of your control
Either two separate portals so different people each can access one tit at a time, or they connect as a larger portal so they can use both
Trying to concentrate in a meeting while someone swirls their tongue around your nipples, maybe you're hooked up to an industrial strength milker, or someone is clearly fucking your tits, and you're just trying to stay still and quiet and not moan
your dirtbag older brother!bucky has always been the bane of your existence. it's bad enough that nobody wanted to touch you with a ten-foot pole in high school, that same reputation follows you to your freshman year at the same university where he's a senior.
it's not as if you have any problem catching the attention of cute boys you're interested in; in fact, you draw eyes wherever you go with how you always look saccharine sweet. a purity to corrupt.
no, the problem lies in the fact that, once a boy catches wind that dirtbag bucky barnes is your brother, they hightail it out of there. they don't want to end up with a loser's sister or risk catching bucky's fist. as much of a misfit as he is, bucky also has a temper and a protective streak when it comes to his sister who can barely give him the time of day.
some may say he has a bit of a sister complex. you just think he's an asshole.
unfortunately for you, being in the same university means you can't avoid bucky entirely. not when your mom sends you on errands to keep bucky alive.
take today for example. you stand in front of the gross house where he and his friends live. your sharp, pristine heels and your pretty pink mini skirt a direct contrast against the run-down structure with peeling paint, creaky floors, and the unmistakable scent of weed.
you crinkle your nose as you take careful steps up the front porch and knock. there's loud music playing from the inside. god, you hope none of his loser friends are in there too. they always look at you with too much attention. not the kind of attention you want.
when nobody answers, you decide to twist the knob and â of course these dumbasses don't even lock their door. you sigh and walk in. the stench of junk food immediately infiltrates your senses, the banging music is ridiculously deafening.
"bucky!" you try to call out. no answer. nobody even comes to the door. your skin itches with irritation â or perhaps the dirty air, you can't tell.
you want to get out of here. stat. so you stomp your pedicured feet up the stairs to the room with the sign that says BARNES. KEEP OUT! you roll your eyes. is he still in grade school with this immature sign? you bang your fist against the door.
"bucky!"
no response. you're going to murder him. you push open the door, once again unlocked, to find bucky there.
only it isn't just bucky. he's alone, yes, but it's bucky wearing practically nothing. it's bucky with his fist around his cock, the tip peeking out from between his fingers, and his pants shoved down to his ankles.
"jesus christ, buck!" you cry out, slamming the door shut again.
"shitâ" you hear from inside. then there's scrambling and stumbling before the door opens again and bucky opens the door with his jeans pulled up, still unbuttoned and his hipbones peeking from above. only a loser like him still hangs his jeans that low. "what the fuck? don't you knock?"
"i did," you grit out, cheeks still warm from what you just saw, and shove the plastic bag in your hands into his. "mom wanted me to pass you medicine."
your mom can't have her poor baby boy sick after bucky mentioned a light sniffle so she armed you with a bagful of meds to pass to your brother.
"great," he spits out. "is that all?"
"a thanks would be nice, dick."
"you interrupted my jack-off, princess. i'm not thanking you for shit."
"you didn't answer!"
"i had my dick in my hands, in case you didn't notice."
"i fucking noticed."
that seems to pique his interest. his ears perk up, a slow smirk curling on your lips when he finally documents the abashed expression on your face.
"yeah? noticed my dick, did you?"
"oh fuck off."
"it's not like it's the first time you've seen a dick, grow up," bucky snaps and that only makes your chest tighten in embarrassment. your lips press together stubbornly as you look away. bucky seems to delight in that further. "or is it? you've never seen a dick before, little sis?"
you throw him a glare. "grow up."
"i have. clearly you haven't. my cute virgin little sister."
"you're so gross."
"you know, if you wanted to see it, you could just ask," bucky smirks, leaning against the doorway.
your lips part. for a second, you almost say yes. it's not because it's bucky, it's pure curiosity. you've never seen it and at the rate you're going with bucky around, you're going to be the only virgin freshman around. all your friends have lost theirs within the first week and â here you are, two months in and not any closer.
"over my dead body."
bucky licks his lips, eyes trailing over you in your tight white tank top that accentuates your waist and your tits, a tantalizing cleavage that peeks from the top hem. your bare legs exposed from where your skirt ends at a dangerously low length.
"quit looking at me like that. you're disgusting."
"well, you're the one who wants to see my dick."
"i never said that!"
"didn't have to, princess. c'mere." before you can protest, bucky's fingers wrap around your wrist to tug you into his room, the door closing fast behind him.
heat spreads all through your neck. "bucky, i don'tâ no, this isn't right."
"and you're all about what's right, aren't you, baby sis? aren't you just a little bit curious? you don't want to see what a real man's dick look like? not just a peek like earlier, see my full, fat cock."
"a real man? yeah right," you snort.
you're about to argue again, but bucky doesn't give you a chance because then he's shoving his pants down. his cock stands proudly, thick and long, bouncing against his stomach. it's almost... pretty. you hate to say it but it's clean, it's long. the veins run along it in an intricate pattern that almost tempts you to run your tongue along itâ
you snap out of it quickly, slapping a hand over your eyes. "bucky!"
his chuckle rumbles through his chest and his hand grabs your hand again to peel it off. "don't be scared. go on. take a look. i can't have people thinking my baby sis is a virgin. what kind of big brother would i be?"
"you're such a pig!"
"yeah, you're telling me you don't like it?"
the words catch in your throat. you can't tell him that, because you'd be lying. and you're anything but a liar. so you swallow thickly and clamp your glossed lips shut.
"that's what i thought," bucky says smugly. "you can look you know. i won't bite. you can even touch it if you want."
"you're so sick. you're my brother."
"and you're a princess," he snips right back with a roll of his eyes. "who better to try this out with than your big brother?"
you wince when bucky begins to direct your hand over to his cock. your hands are warm, palms sweaty from your nervous, beating heart. bucky guides your fingers to wrap around his length and you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the weight of his cock on your hand. as you do so, bucky releases a guttural groan.
"that's it, sis. touch your brother's cock."
it should stop you. that icky feeling inside of you only festers. it should gross you out, holding your own brother's cock. and it does, but you can't seem to stop yourself. not when bucky starts moving your delicate hand along his length, not when he starts fucking up into your balled fist.
"ah, fuck, sis, that feels so good. your hand's so tiny. so fucking small compared to my cock."
"s'not that small," you mumble, looking away.
bucky's free hand catches your chin, turning you to look at his dick in your hand again. "don't look away, princess. watch me fuck your hand. watch me take your handjob, virginity, hm? never seen a cock before right? look at you now, already jerking one off."
"you're so sick," you say weakly.
"you're just as sick for enjoying this. like brother, like sister."
bucky doesn't relent, his fingers moving on top of your own as more moans spill from his lips. he mutters about how good your soft fingers feel, how he should use your hand from now on to jerk off. because you'd do that for him, wouldn't you? you're his sweet little sister. the good one. you'd take real good care of him.
"bucky," you whine, legs pressing together.
"now that you've had one of these in your hands, want to try it in your mouth?"
you freeze, eyes flaring in panic. "n-no, i don't think i'm ready for that."
"course you are, baby sis. come on." bucky pulls you along to his bed. he seats himself on the edge. "on your knees."
you balk. "are you kidding me? i'm not hurting my knees for you."
"sis, if you don't stop your yapping, i'm gonna fuck your mouth so hard, you're going home with mascara down your face and a bruised throat. pick your poison."
at that, you blanch. bucky yanks you to your knees, your hands landing on his thighs as you come face to face with his cock. it's a lot more intimidating up close. the length of it â "i don't know if i can fit that in my mouth, buck," you whimper.
"yeah, you can, baby. slowly." bucky cups your jaw, his thumb slipping in between your lips to open them. your gloss is sticky on his fingers, but he's more focused on pressing his thumb down on your tongue to open up your jaw further. "fuck, look at this little mouth pussy. bet it's so tight. maybe you can't fit it all in your mouth, but you can try. that's what you're good at, isn't it? good at doing your best."
bucky licks his teeth as he uses one hand to keep your mouth pried open and the other to position his cock at your lips. the sight of his bulbous tip tapping your lips is enough to have him groaning. he resists the urge to thrust into your mouth, instead easing it in gently.
"relax your lips, baby sis. don't need to be so tense. just relax." you slacken your jaw as bucky pushes in slowly. the slow glide of your tongue under his cock has him muttering a quiet fuck. "your mouth feels so good, baby. so fucking hot, so sweet."
his words coax you slowly. "just keep your mouth open. your older brother will do all the work, yeah? tongue down, want it on the underside of my cock. relax your jaw. no teeth." he hisses when he feels the graze of it.
your gaze shoots up to meet his in apology. bucky nearly cums from that look alone. your pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock, stretching around his girth.
"that's it, you're doing so well," he coos, "you can take more." he starts pushing in deeper and deeper. each time he slides in, he goes a little further. until he touches the back of your throat and he's buried to the hilt.
you choke a little but you're stubborn so you steel your nerve and straighten your back with a mouthful of your brother's cock.
fuck. "shit, you look so good, princess. on your knees for me. lips around my fat dick. look at you taking your loser older brother. mouth pussy virginity's gone for me," he chuckles low.
bucky rises to his feet and tangles his fingers in your hair, shoving you down on his cock again and again. this time, you do scramble for purchase. tears prick your eyes as bucky's cock reaches deep into your throat. he likes the sight of it â your tears, your gagged whines, pretty pink nails scratching his thigh.
"that's right. take it like the good girl you are. suck your brother's cock. you're doing so well, baby sis. training you real good for whoever fucks your mouth next. bet you they can't fuck your throat as good as me. next time you want your mouthful, next time you want to taste cock, you come right back here."
you try to shake your head but bucky doesn't let you. he's relentless in his thrusts. his hips stutter when he sees your thighs squeezing together, like your poor pussy's lacking attention and chasing some form of friction. god, bucky imagines spreading those pretty legs on his sheets, burying his nose in between your legs. he'll smell your perfume and taste the sweetness in your cunt.
"f-fuck, little sis, i'm gonna cum. your mouth feels so fucking good. sucking dick like a champ. first time doing this and you've got your big brother cumming in your mouth. you want it, don't you? want me to fill this pretty mouth with my cum?"
once again, you try to deny him but bucky doesn't care. not when he's so close. he can feel his balls full, his dick stiff with need. your mouth is fucking warm, a tight enclosure around his cock. and you with your tears running down your face.
"buck, you in there?"
bucky jerks his hips a little too hard and you choke, gasping a little bit. he shushes you, burying his cock deeper in your mouth.
"yeah, what's up, stevie?"
"we're gonna head to the basement to practice. you ready?"
almost. so fucking close. "gimme a few minutes."
"a fewâ buck, we got that gig tonight. we have toâ"
"i fucking know," he snarls, "just... give me a few. i'll meet you guys downstairs." bucky looks down at you and your panicked eyes. god forbid your princess self gets caught with your brother's cock in your mouth. your reputation surely wouldn't survive that.
maybe it's not such a bad idea. it would alienate you from everyone else. no one else to turn to except for your good older brother bucky. he'll keep you in here, have you practice everything on him. all your first times. bucky wants all of them.
steve mutters his agreement and bucky hears his footsteps disappear down the hall.
bucky groans low and begins earnestly fucking your mouth again. "stevie doesn't even now, he has no idea it's my perfect little sister sucking my cock. my baby sister taking her brother's filthy cock in her pretty mouth. i'm so close, little sis. so fucking close. i'm gonna cum. gonna cum down my sister's throat." his words are the last straw before he's spilling ropes and ropes of cum down your throat.
you whine as the taste hits your tongue. a little bitter, a little sweet, a little bucky. you try to push him off but bucky keeps his hand on the back of your head to make sure you take every last drop of his cum.
"swallow it."
you shake your head, mouth still full.
"fucking swallow it, baby sis. ain't gonna let you go until you do. learn how to pleasure a man properly. you always gotta swallow."
another whine. but you know he means it based on the look in his eyes. so your throat moves as you swallow around his cock, the cum sliding down your throat and into your gut.
that icky feeling returns. the shame settles in fast. bucky smirks.
"good job, little sis. let's do that again sometime."
a/n: requested by anon for "Can u write older college brother!bucky whoâs a dirtbag, he shows innocent reader how to suck his cock <3 đ" + similar request from @bucksbunne i enjoyed writing this way too much!
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best friend's dad!bucky - ride home
cw: dubcon, drugging, fingering, incest roleplay, talks about doing the same with your dad and his daughter, oral (m!receiving)
you've been carpooling with your best friend becca for as long as you can remember. being next-door neighbors and your parents working long hours and traveling far too much means that they â and you â often rely on becca's dad's goodwill to get you home.
that includes college too when your parents usually drop you and becca off before mr. barnes picks the two of you up to bring you home.
it all changes one day when becca is sick.
"you really don't have to, buck," your dad tells mr. barnes over the phone. "it's no trouble at all. i can get her some cab fare." a pause. "are you sure? alright, if it's not too much trouble."
that's how you find yourself alone with bucky barnes for the first time in a long time.
"thanks for still picking me up, mr. barnes." you say, placing your backpack in the backseat as you slide into the passenger seat that he has open for you.
he gives you a stern look, one that has your heart fluttering. "what did i say about calling me mr. barnes?"
"that it makes you feel old," you respond with heat flooding your cheeks. "sorry, bucky."
a smile stretches across his handsome face, lips surrounded by his neatly trimmed scruff. "that's more like it. now hop in."
the route home is familiar. it's unfortunate that you live so far away from campus but you find the drive home somewhat relaxing after a long day.
"want some water?" bucky grabs a bottle and hands it over to you.
"oh, thank you." the bottle untwists a little too easily but you don't find it in you to question it. not when you tip the mouth back against your lips, not when you let the cool water slide down your throat.
you only, finally question it when you're blinking bleary-eyed. the view in front of you is still a little blurry and you try to blink a few more times in the hopes that it clears your vision. however, the unfamiliar dirt path in front of you is the least of your concerns. it's more so the unfamiliar touch on your body.
on your naked breasts.
yelping, your hands fly up to slap the hand away from you. you whip around to the side, alarmingly awake now, to find bucky smiling at you. "guess i didn't put enough in there."
"b-bucky? what's going on? where are we?" your heart rate is skyrocketing to an alarming pace as your eyes dart around the deserted road outside. "why am iâ" your words choke out in your throat as your arms wrap around yourself. "why am i naked?"
"oh come on, kid. i come get you when becca's not around and you're dressed in this tiny little skirt and a tight blouse. quit pretending like you're not dressing like every old man's wet dream."
"i'm n-not. this is justâ it's a normal outfit."
bucky laughs again. all the warmth is gone. it sounds bitter, disbelief laced into the rhythm of his breath. "i see the way you look at me you know. when you think becca's not looking. biting your lip like you want a taste of me."
"i don't!" you immediately protest, panic clawing at your chest. "please, bucky, i won't say anything. just take me home. please."
"'course you won't say anything. why would you? you got nothin' to say, right?"
your heart sinks to your stomach. "what do you want from me?"
bucky reaches over, strong fingers prying your limbs away from you. his hand gropes your tit again, giving it a good squeeze and your nipple a pinch until you wince. you hate how you feel it between your legs, liquid heat pooling in your panties.
but he doesn't need to know that. he doesn't need to know that you're both terrified and aroused, every nerve inside of you lighting up a million watts as he continues to grab your breast like it belongs to him.
"i couldn't do this with becca around, you know. been thinking about feeling up these tits for a long time. especially in the summer when you've practically got them spilling out."
"buckyâ"
"so fucking sweet. always knew they'd feel so good, knew they'd fit so perfectly in my hand."
"please just take me home," you whisper.
"don't think so. i think i'm going to take my time with you."
"and if my dad finds out?" it's a different tactic. he can't make you do anything you don't want to do, not if you tell your dad. and he certainly can't just kill you and make you disappear, it would be too suspicious.
bucky smirks. a little too confidently for your liking. "your dad's not going to find out."
"i'll tell him."
"no, you won't."
your heartbeat falters again. "why not?"
"because then you don't want me showing him this, do you?"
he turns his phone around. it's text messages. between you and bucky. texts you never sent. attached to that text message is a picture. you with your shirt unbuttoned, tits out of your bra, legs spread, skirts bunched up to your waist to give a peek of your panties.
it's the exact thing you're wearing today.
it's a picture made to look like you're sending nudes to your best friend's father.
nausea twists your insides at the sight of it. you immediately lunge for it but bucky moves faster. "ah-ah, you don't want me showing this to your dad, do you? his perfect little girl sending pictures of her tits to a man more than twice her age?"
"please. i never sent those!"
"who would believe you, sweetheart?"
he's not wrong. bucky's an upright man. a good citizen. he came back from the war, lost a limb and still powered through. now he has a metal prosthetic arm and he works for one of the best law firms in town. he has the entire town eating out of his hands.
and you â you're just the kid next door who everyone knows has been starry-eyed for him for as long as anyone can remember.
it's then that you realizeâ "you put something in the water."
"just a little bit. didn't think you'd wake up so soon, but i think i'll enjoy this more seeing you awake."
"you're sick."
"you like it."
your chest squeezes, face paling.
"you think i don't see you pressing your legs together? like you're hiding how wet you are down there? sweetheart, i can fucking smell you. always leaking when you're around me. pussy's drooling, begging for me to touch it."
"i'mâ it's not," you deny weakly.
bucky reaches over and cups you between your legs, swift and unexpected. you squeal and try to push him away but he's much stronger than you. his index finger rubs at the damp spot in your cotton panties, thick fabric soaking through with how much you want this.
"panties are drenched," he comments easily. "so wet i could probably rip the fabric if i just pushed a little bit." as he says this, he digs his fingers into your clothed slit. a shudder wracks through you as your thighs close in around his hand. "keep your legs open, sweetheart."
a whimper rises in your throat. "bucky, please."
"come on," he coos, "keep those pretty legs open for me. didn't you wear a skirt today to make it easier for me to touch you? weren't you expecting me to put my hand on your thigh and finger you while i drive? we can do that from now on."
"howâ" the half-question slips out before you can think it through, your desire clouding your judgment. your teeth sink into your bottom lip but bucky's caught it.
his lips tip up in a smirk. "put some of what i gave you into becca's water before she goes into the car. i'll have you in the front seat, play with this pretty pussy while my daughter â your best friend â is drugged up in the backseat. none the wiser to my fingers sliding inside this wet cunt."
the thought drags a moan from your chest. "n-no, that would be wrong."
"but you'd like it, wouldn't you? c'mere." bucky cups your jaw and slants his lips over yours. he tastes like mint and earth. his cologne invades your senses and you can't tell if it's the drugs still partially in your system or your actual libido climbing that's making you groan into his lips.
he drinks in every needy sound that leaves your mouth, chasing them down with his tongue that laves against yours.
"so fucking sweet," bucky growls, "i always knew you'd be the perfect slut for me. you don't want any of those college boys. you wanted an old man touching you between these pretty legs. you wanted a perverted old man groping your perfect young tits, didn't you?"
"b-buck, please."
"you ever imagine your dad touching you like this?"
your body jolts with his words, the thought sending electricity straight through your core.
"ah, fuck, you're such a whore," bucky groans, "even better than i imagined. never thought you'd be a slut for your dad too but i can share, sweetheart. i'll let him have a taste of you too if that's what you want."
"no. no, i don't want that."
bucky ignores you. "in the meantime, you can call me dad instead. imagine i'm your real one. touching my daughter like this."
an expletive forms on your tongue, before a question that you're almost too scared to ask falls from your lips. "do you think about touching becca like this?"
bucky hisses from between his teeth. "fuck. all the time. i think about the two of you together. imagine you two have touched each other before, experimented what it's like to be with another girl. i imagine the two of you on your knees, worshipping my cock. making out around the tip until i'm cumming all over your faces."
he's not wrong. you've kissed becca before. you've touched each other before. in fact, you've done it in her bedroom when her dad's just down the hall.
"we'll get her used to this, baby. don't worry. i'll even let your dad have a taste of my little girl, as long as he lets me keep fucking his."
you moan as bucky finally slides his fingers beneath your panties, pushing a finger into your tight little hole. he grunts when he feels you clamp down around him, vice grip around his fingers like you're begging for him to keep you plugged up.
"come on. you can call me dad, baby. call me dad while i finger your pretty pussy, hm?"
a shake of your head is all you can manage through the tightness in your chest. it's all so wrong. you shouldn't be doing this. you shouldn't even be thinking about all the ill things bucky has planned.
but you can't help the groan that climbs up your throat when bucky drags his fingers in. and out. in and out again. the friction is mind-numbing, you almost forget who you're with. where you are. what he's done to you.
"baby, i need you to use your words for me. tell me what you want me to do."
"bucky," you whine.
"stop acting out. be a good girl for me."
you hesitate for a fraction too long and bucky's slowing down his movements. painfully so. another plea sits on the tip of your tongue but bucky shakes his head.
"not until you ask dad exactly what you want."
your cunt squeezes around his fingers. he feels it.
swallowing your embarrassment, you shift your gaze away from him as you say, "dad, please finger me."
"finger you where, baby?"
"m-my pussy."
bucky groans and deliberately begins his slow, long strokes again. "that's right, sweetheart. dad's got you. your real dad's probably picturing how fucking tight his daughter's cunt is too. he can try it soon. once i train this pussy to the shape of my cock, my fingers, my tongue. then he can try it."
his name rolls off your tongue again in a breathless whimper.
"take my cock out, honey. want you to stroke this old man's cock while i get you off. can you do that for me?"
you barely manage a nod through the noise in your mind as your quivering fingers reach over towards him. he slides a little lower to ease your access, allowing your delicate fingers to drag down the zipper of his slacks.
"that's right," bucky grunts, "just like that. reach in and take my cock out."
and you do and you feel the thick length that you can barely wrap your fingers around as you tug it free from his pants. his cock bounces against his belly with an angry red tip. pearls leak from the head and your tongue itches to have a taste.
bucky seems to notice and he smiles. "do you want to try it? want a taste of your best friend's dad's cock?"
"mmm, mr. barnes, please," you let slip.
"fuck, maybe i like the sound of that more than you calling me bucky. makes me feel like an older man who shouldn't be doing this with you. and you shouldn't be enjoying this as much as you are, especially not after i drugged you up and took your nudes."
you shouldn't. he's right. he's always right. but you can't help yourself â not when you're already this far gone.
bucky yanks his fingers out of your pussy and sticks them in his mouth, licking your juices clean from the digits. the sight is erotic, seeing how much you've soaked his fingers and how much he seems to enjoy the flavor of you.
"w-what are you going to do with them?" you ask warily, but with a thrum of anticipation in the air.
"your pictures?" bucky cocks an eyebrow and you slowly nod. his lips quirk up. "what do you think, baby? i'm gonna jerk off to them, every night. gonna cum all over my phone screen looking at those pretty tits. gonna make you send me more so i have more material when i'm all alone at home. well â alone with becca. but she doesn't need to know."
the mental image of bucky cumming all over his phone, your picture pulled up like he's painting your tits has you whimpering. he smiles as he slides his arm around your shoulders, dragging down to your waist before grabbing a handful of your ass, skirt lifted around his wrist.
"suck my cock, sweetheart. come on. i'll teach you how to make me feel good and we can keep doing this over and over again."
you lean closer and dip your head, curiosity getting the better of you as your tongue darts out to lick up that drop of precum on his tip. it's salty and a little bitter but you find yourself enjoying it when bucky rumbles out a delicious groan.
your head lowers as you take him into your mouth, your lips barely being able to stretch around his girth as you do so. the tip touches the back of your throat and you let out a little choke.
before you can bring yourself back up, bucky uses his free hand to push your head further until you're gagging around his length. your protests are garbled when bucky wraps his fingers in your hair and begins to move you up and down his length.
like a fleshlight. like his own personal toy to pleasure him.
you whine around his cock as bucky grouses delicious words that have you squeezing your legs again. "just like that, baby. fuck, your mouth pussy is perfect. so tight and wet and hot for me. more saliva, i want you drooling all over my cock like the slut you are. you like the taste of me? cleaned up just for you knowing i was gonna do this with you today. whether you wanted it or not, i was going to have you choking on my cock."
his hand on your ass slides down a little bit further until he's tugging your panties to the side and pushing his fingers back in. you moan around his cock, the vibrations making him twitch in your mouth.
"fuck. you're tight everywhere. don't even care if you're a virgin or not. you feel like one. i'm gonna have you dripping and bleeding all over my cock, sweetheart."
"please," you try to say but the words are buried around his cock.
bucky keeps pushing you up and down on his cock, letting him sink into your mouth over again until you are slobbering all over him. he begins to even rut his hips up as he does so, fucking up into your throat eagerly.
all the while, his fingers haven't left your cunt and continues to toy with your pussy lips, sliding his fingertips along your slick folds, rubbing your clit until you're squirming on his hand.
he's too good at this. you want to blame it on the drugs, on the fact that you're barely lucid, but you are. you're fully aware of what you're doing. of what you're enjoying. your pussy keeps pulsing around his fingers, picturing how much better it would feel for him to stretch you out.
"'m gonna cum, baby. need you to cum first. want you to make that seat all messy. i want to smell you in my car. when becca comes back to school, i want her to know that you've been dripping all over these seats like a fucking whore. she's gonna know how good her dad treats her best friend."
you continue gagging around his cock, tears leaking from your eyes as the pleasure coils tight inside your stomach. it's all too much. your chest constricts as you feel that desire peaking, your cunt squeezing one last time before you've got a second heartbeat around his fingers.
the fall from the high is delicious and dizzying. you moan as your pussy convulses through every second of your orgasm, wrapping around his digits before loosening again. a few seconds at a time.
you're spent as you ride out that high. not once in your life have you ever cum that hard and you do so with your best friend's dad's fingers buried in your pussy and your mouth wrapped around his cock.
bucky fists your hair and pulls you off him again. "open your mouth, baby. come on."
your brain can't seem to find a response so all you do is slacken your jaw, letting your mouth fall open for him.
"tongue out."
you do as you're told and bucky angles his hips in such a way that his cock shoots out cum directly onto your tongue. globs of white landing on your tongue. some of it sprays out onto your cheek, on your chin, even your tits.
"perfect girl," bucky utters over and over again. "so perfect for me."
your breath hitches as you close your mouth and swallow. bucky watches your throat move in sick fascination before his lips curl into a proud smile.
it's terrifying how quickly your heart melts at the sight. like you're pleased to have made him proud.
"now, what do you say?"
"thank you," you mutter shyly. bucky raises an eyebrow and your cheeks warm again. "thank you, dad."
"good girl. now, youâre gonna tell your mom that you wanted to stop by the library and thatâs why we took so long. and we can do this all over again tomorrow."
a/n: there was this incessant itch in my brain to write this so i wrote it. i took far too much pleasure in writing it so i hope you like it too đ
if you enjoyed this, please like/reblog/comment. kisses!
being your guard dog. instinctively pulling you closer to me when we're out in public. side-eyeing people who try to approach you. only knowing your scent. sinking my teeth into you and growling when you finally let me fuck you into the mattress. soooo many thoughts.
"Hey babygirl," I say as I squat before you, taking your chin in my hands. "I see you have come to your senses. Do you like your new home?"
You are tied to a pole, your dress is in tatters, torn haphazardly, revealing one of your nipples and the underside of your breasts. Your eyes show absolute terror as your body tries to wiggle around, trying to escape. But your efforts go in vain as you are too tightly secured with a steel chain.
"You might be wondering why you are here, aren't you?" I stand up, and pace around the room. "You see you called out to me in your sleep."
You keep wiggling, hurting yourself in the process, and your eyes show fear and confusion, listening to what I'm saying. "You don't realize it do you? What you did?"
I take a pause and continue. "Don't think too much. I'll tell you myself."
"I was merely there to rob your house. I scaled the pipes to your balcony and guess what I saw?"
"Your tank top fell to the side of your shoulder, your erect nipples and your round breasts were in full view, your hand trailed between your thighs, inside your panties fingering your pussy while you were sucking on your other hand and moaning. I saw you scream daddy, daddy a few times until you climaxed - post which you just collapsed and fell asleep. Poor thing."
"You see, I recorded the entire thing. I would have watched that video about 30 times and every time it manages to make me cum. That moment I decided. I didn't want to steal valuables anymore, because I found you. The most valuable of them all. So i stole you here. You calling me daddy was the best thing to happen to my life."
"How about we celebrate this occasion by sucking my cock? Your throat must be desperate, isn't it? Dripping and drooling for a cock to ram itself deep inside you?"
I was dating a girl once who had a Doberman. One night I was on the couch and got her on her knees to suck my cock. While she did, the dog got up and started licking her cunt and asshole. She tried fighting but i held her and kept fucking her face. She started getting off after a few good laps of his tounge, He started to try to mount her, so I held her still, and he slipped right inside and started pummeling her cunt. I kept my cock in her mouth loving her cries and muffled moans . She started saying no stop him, but he was already pumping her full. When he got down, I told her Iâd look. I grabbed her ass and spread it more and stuffed my cock inside her cunt and fucked his thick load deeper into her. DM FOR EXCLUSIVE CONTENTS
force me to hold eye contact while i suck you off.
force me to pee myself.
force me to keep my legs open during a cunt whipping.
force me to ruin my orgasms.
force me to wear bigger and bigger plugs.
force me to lock up my cunt in a chastity belt when not in use.
force me to watch porn without touching myself.
force me to expose my tits to strangers on your command.
force me to take your cock in my mouth in public.
force me to stop wearing panties.
force me to wear your cum on my face outside.
force me to hump your leg.
force me to drool on my tits as i edge.
i am weak and horny and needy. i need your firm hand and hard cock to show me my place. you're so much stronger than me. hurt me until i learn to be obedient. form me into the perfect little sub for you.
Feel free to add on to this- pls do actually im having a hard time finding more and more kinks and my pupbrain doesnt hold onto info very well!! (also please be mindful of people's limits!)
Everything assumes adults having either fantasy, roleplay or full consent of all parties even when stated otherwise yadda yadda yadda yall know how to be safe in kink im not your sex ed teacher
Milder Section (For stuff that is still fun to ask abt but isnt that obscure in the grand scheme of things!)
Facefucking or Facesitting
Breathplay or Sensory depravation
Biting or Scratching
Somnophillia or Intox sex
Kigurumi/Onesie or Job Uniform (Nurse, Mailperson, etc)
31. Period Sex or Drawing Blood Elsewhere
32. Cupping or Waxplay
33. Electrostimulation or Temperature Play
34. Cattle Branding or Name Carving
35. Gunplay or Knifeplay
36. Figging or Flogging
37. Medplay or Kidnapping
38. Blackmail or CBT
39. Tummy punches or Nipple clamps
40. Spanked until bruised or Hickeys everywhere
41. Quadruped Suit or Gimp
42. Pinwheel or Ice
43. Spiked paddle or Caning
44. Anal punishment or Kicking
45. Ball squeezing or Cock Pulling
46. New Piercing or Wound Stinging (With lemon, alcohol, etc)
47. Orgasm from spanking or Orgasm from Biting
48. Vivisection or Woundfucking
49. Waterboarding or Chained torture
50. Cigarette/Blunt/Joint burning or Predicament Bondage
Wilder Section (Stuff you might not see often!)
51. Vacbed or Claustrophilia
52. Forced Exposure or Unknowing Participant
53. Crush Fetish or Spinning Fetish
54. Pullups or Puppypads
55. Sneeze induced orgasm or Hypno trigger induced orgasm
56. Foodplay or Mysophilia
57. Lithophilia or Pygmalionism
58. Oviposition or Improvised Sex toy
59. Plant sex or Primal play
59. Locked in clothing or Locked out of bathroom
60. Sex with Planes or Sex with Trains
61. Bound together or Suspension play
62. IRL Hypnosis tracks or Clicker Training
63. Rapebaiting or Public Stealth Toy
64. 24 hour insertion or 24/7 servitude
65. Ponyplay or Cattleplay
66. Sybian or Through wall
67. Boofing or Forcefeed
68. Stock/Pillory or Hogtied
69. Navel sex or Armpit sex
70. Emetophilia or Nasophilia
Fantasy Section (Stuff that you probably cant even come close to replicating or cosplaying IRL)
71. Macro or Micro
72. Pooltoy Transformation or Plushie Transformation
73. Mummification or Cobweb bondage
74. Parasitic Pregnancy or Alternate Pregnancy
75. Living Toy or Oral Vore (this is just regular vore)
76. Unbirth or Anal vore
77. Earfucking or all the way through (ass through mouth)
78. Portalpanties or Voodoo doll
79. TGTF (Not detrans) or Huge size difference (5 ft or more)
80. Knotted and hanging between or Instant egg laying
81. Nullification/Nullcrotch or Amputation Bondage
82. Petrification or Slime absorption
83. Clone gangbang or Selfcest
84. Magic during sex or Being put on the experiment table
85. Instant aphrodisiac or Body swap
86. Crowded public use (Train, Bus, etc) or Cursed Womb Tattoo
87. Feral x Feral or Monster x Monster
88. Cumflation or Other fluid inflation
89. Hypergenitals or Bodily fluid bath
90. Ghost hands or Magical/Alternate cum
Bad ends (Kind of an extension of the fantasy section)
91. Mind Break or Perma Vored (Digested)
92. Permanent Ownership or Perma TF
93. Loss of sentience or Loss of body control
94. Drowned or Bled out
95. No escape from corrupted reality or No escape from compromised mind
96. Torn apart by monster or Experimental mishap
97. Coerced and forced betrayal of a loved one (rape, harm, etc) or That betrayal being done to you without you ever finding out.
98. Slow painful mutation or merging with another being
99. Never finding a way home or Home never being the same
100. Blackmail released to the public or Falsely accused but never believed
BONUS: Pokemon themed section (Because its MY blog and I have the right to invoke the author's poorly disguised fetish in my fetish post đĄ)
101. Trainer x Pokemon or Pokemon x Pokemon
102. Type advantage or Level drain
103. Stage 3 evo x Stage 1 evo or Evolution denial (Everstone)
104. Quadruped, Biped or Other
105. Breed till a shiny egg or Status effects during sex
106. Mid-sex evolution or Forced, unwanted evolution
107. Getting Mystery Dungeon'd or TF into pokemon but in the mainline world (You can no longer speak to humans)
108. Raped/passed around by your pokemon team or Team of pokemon specifically for sex
109. Bondage themed moves (Vine whip, Freeze shock, etc) or Coercion themed moves (Hypnosis, attract, etc)
110. Caught in a pokeball or Unremovable pokemon costume
Your immediate family is not very wealthy, but your childless and unmarried uncle sure is. So your parents start to push you to be closer with him - nothing inappropriate, of course, but wouldnât it just be so great if you bonded a little bit more with him? Heâs your uncle after all, heâs your family! You should be closer! And if he just so happens to grow fond of you and starts to consider you as the child he never had and decides to leave his fortune to you in his will, well, wouldnât that just be perfect?
So the next time thereâs a family gathering, your mother insists on you wearing that pendant your uncle had given you on your first birthday. It is not your style at all, but you can see how your mother barely holds back a grin when he notices it, when he says how happy he is that you appreciate it. And your parents donât seem to mind how his eyes linger on your neck and drift down your body.
âLook at you, all grown up. And so pretty, too.â
It makes you feel more than a bit odd, but when you glance at the faces of your parents, you know you canât bring that up to them. It was just a compliment, wasnât it? You shouldnât make a fuss about such things, so you wonât.
They see to it that you sit beside him at the table. You can feel their eyes on you, and urged by their gaze, you laugh at your uncleâs every joke - even the ones that make your stomach turn with anger and shame in equal measure. But you think that thatâs the worst of it. A bit of flattery, as fake as it is, is a low price to pay for what you could gain. It certainly seems to work, because he looks at you and he smiles and compliments you.
âSo many of the girls in your generation donât know how to take a joke.â
And then you feel his hand, large and heavy and inescapable, resting on your thigh under the table. You glance at him, but heâs in the middle of explaining some old boating story to your older cousins and your father. He isnât even looking at you. But his thumb is slowly caressing you through the fabric of your dress.
Thereâs no way for you to rationalise this. There is no excuse for him to do this. You try to scoot away as far as your seat will allow, but then that idle touch turns into a grip. He doesnât pause his story, doesnât even glance at you when he forces you to stay still beside him. You try to search your motherâs eyes, tell her without words that youâre in trouble, that you need help, mom, mom please, but sheâs all too engrossed in a conversation on the fate of the department store downtown with her sister-in-law.
For a sweet moment you feel relief when the weight of his hand is lifted from your thigh. But then, his fingertips slide down the fabric, until he finds the hem of your dress and flips it under the table. And then his touch returns, his palm warm and rough and even heavier than before when it rests on your bare skin. Your father is laughing loudly at the punchline of the boating story when your uncle starts to slowly massage your flesh, inching up with every squeeze.
You reach under the table yourself, and grab his wrist. And he lets go - only for a second and only to slap at your hand, as if you were nothing but a petulant child. His touch returns where it was, unbothered. His little finger brushes against your underwear, and your breath hitches. It doesnât help that you try to clamp your thighs shut, his hand pushes between them anyway. You can almost catch his smile widening when he realises how shamefully slick your panties are.
Your uncle glances at you, and asks you something while his fingers trace your slit through the soaked fabric.
âW-what?â
âAwww,â he coos, and at the same time, slips his hand past the waistband of your panties, âLooks like the wine might be getting to you, sweetheart.â
Laughter. Your family is laughing at you when your uncle starts to caress your slick folds, and your cheeks are burning. You force out a hollow chuckle even as you feel like crying. How can none of them see what is happening? How can they just ignore how his arm is moving, outstretched and obvious? They go back to their little conversations like usual and you bite back a whimper when his fingers find your clit.
Your uncle leans close to you, the scent of Amouage Jubilation and cigar smoke unable to completely cover the wine on his breath.
âItâs fine. A little thing like you canât be expected to keep up with everything.â
Your thighs have fallen open under the table and you glance at him, wordlessly begging him to stop tracing idle, teasing patterns on your slick flesh. But he just smiles, adds another finger, and turns to the others for a new story.
The hand inside your underwear starts to work on you quicker when you notice how your mother looks at you. Thereâs an uneasy smile on her face that doesnât quite reach her eyes, and the slightest, helpless crease between her brows. The feeling of betrayal snakes into the bottom of your stomach and laces the pleasure even more bitter than humiliation did.
âEverything okay, angel?â
And you know thereâs only one answer sheâll allow. You have to close your eyes so no one would notice them roll back in your head as your uncle presses the heel of his palm against your mound and starts rubbing his fingers in tight circles.
âYesâŠâ you moan through gritted teeth, eyes squeezing closed as you come on your uncleâs hand, under your motherâs gaze. The seat underneath you has a wet patch now, and you are feeling lightheaded, breathless. Your uncle just pats your thigh, fingers slick and sticky with you. Inconspicuously, in the middle of laughing at his own anecdote, he wipes his fingers in a napkin that he then tucks in his pocket.
Your parents are overjoyed when, after the dinner, your uncle asks if he can take you for a vacation to his house in the Amalfi Coast.
I need a boy fisting the sheets and whining while I suck him off even after heâs cum. Over sensitive dick in my mouth right now. I donât care if you came twice, Iâm not done. And keep your hands to yourself, you can grab the bed but not me. I touch you, you donât touch me. Now be good and let me enjoy your pretty little cock.
fleshlight slid into your desperate cunt. your partner has a strap, they donât even necessarily feel it. but itâs so embarrassing to you that they decide on never fucking your cunt again. you cry and beg when they tell you, but they hold firm.
after months and months of being a fleshlight holder, they tell you theyâre gonna start fucking your ass. they prepare you just enough, so the stretch is borderline unbearable. but itâs the only sensation youâve had in months, so you find yourself pushing your hips back. you become so desperate for their cock in your ass, dripping from your useless pussy at the thought of the pain.
one day, they spend a lot longer preparing you than they usually do. youâre face down, ass up as they stretch your hole open. moaning and pushing your ass back to get more fingers, more stimulation, more anything. they take their fingers out and you can feel yourself gape. cold hard plastic pushes at your hole. you sob when you realize itâs the fleshlight, the girth of it splitting you open. they laugh, telling you the only sex youâll have from now on is with the fleshlight deep in your ass.
Just open your mouth. No, don't stick your tongue out. Just let all that spit just pool in your mouth. Don't you dare fucking swallow. Just keep your mouth open. Yeah, it's gonna spill out. It's gonna roll down your chin. You're gonna look like such a fucking sloppy, messy, pathetic little girl, aren't you?
It's more humiliating that way, isn't it?
See, you stick your tongue out like that- setting aside the deeply racist roots of it for the moment- sticking your tongue out like that and deciding to look like porn? That's at least a choice. You're doing that.
It's still your choice and you can stop being porn.
But just having to let your mouth fill up? Not doing anything at all but waiting? Waiting for an inevitable, degrading end you can't undo?
Knowing that you only have so much time to stop before something you can't undo happens, because even wiping away that drool doesn't remove the memory of it, the feeling of it on your skin, you'll never forget that. And once it starts overflowing, it just keeps going.
Here, put this under your tongue.
Yeah, these mints are gonna make you drool so much more. You basically need to back out now if you want to stop it. Otherwise, you're just gonna do nothing and have your inaction be the thing that is how you choose to be a fucktoy.
Gradually, and then suddenly all at once.
Huh. Being your big brother's fucktoy kinda is like falling in love, isn't it, sugar?
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