#s&bg

[babyjakes]

Would LOVE to hear about anything private practice related

a few things that’ve been on my mind:

warnings: 18+ obvi, medfet stuff, ddlg/regression stuff

if you liked steve + his electric toothbrush in s&bg, wait til you see how much dr. levinson loves that thing 🙂‍↕️ he’s a big advocate for clit care, and he’s got all sorts of special treatments and procedures designed to keep his patients’ clits extra pretty and puffy!!

because andy’s tasked with managing the emotional and physical aspects of regression, there are certainly instances where he gets to be more hands-on with his little patients, even before his usual aftercare duties. like i’m thinking about how cute it would be if he was playing with a new patient in the playroom before her checkup with one of the doctors, and all of a sudden she becomes so squirmy and whimpery and needy for someone to help her with her big girl parts, which ofc she can’t touch herself! so andy brings her over to the changing table and takes care of those yucky tingles, not minding if she orgasms since her nurse was most likely going to make her anyway, in preparation to see the doctor 🙂‍↕️

either of the doctors making their patients watch medfet porn before their sessions 🌝 like the nurse preps her and gets her naked and restrained and all ready for the doctor, then she has to sit through a video hand-selected to get her horny. especially in cases of defiance or denial of pleasure, imagine ari or lloyd walking in to find a wet, sticky mess: “oh my, looks like someone was really enjoying those infomercials. of course we play them for everyone, sweetheart. they’re just meant to keep you entertained while you wait”

[babyjakes]

steve & bucky's girl | 2. all filled up.

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summary | steve and bucky have been wanting to fill you up in new ways for the longest time. when they day arrives that they finally feel you’re ready, they’re sure to make it an experience you’ll always remember.

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | t-h-e most depraved thing i’ve ever written. filfthy^100. NON-con/restraints, crying, medfet, ddlg/abdl, steve & bucky being cruel but soft as hell which only makes it that much worse,,, forced orgasms, forced anal, eventual double pen :^) (unprotected sweet jesus), heavy on the clit stim (per usual), anal toys, vibrator, rougher towards the end,, like, degrading idek, suuuuper loong lol (i like detail writing for stuff like this!!)

requested by @donttouchmybum | MORE DDLG MEDFET!! I’m so glad that I found one with Bucky and Steve, it was amazing! Are you able to do one with their little’s first time anal and they have to do the prep and stuff?

an | hi oh my godddddd i feel SO MUCH FEAR posting this but :’-) the last one was more well-received than i expected so,, i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request, i’ve been wanting to write more of this stuff but needed inspo <;3

A loud whimper erupts from the back of your throat, muffled by your pacifier as you struggle helplessly against the strong restraints holding you securely to the changing table. Today, Bucky and Steve have something new planned for you. That’s why you’re so heavily restrained, with straps across your lower belly and below your shoulders, securing as well to your arms and wrists, along with straps securing your upper and lower legs to the strong pair of stirrups positioned at the foot of the table, spread wide open to allow easy access. The thick, firm bonds give you not even a millimeter of wiggle room, exactly how your daddies want it.

“I know, sweetheart; I know,” Steve fusses comfortingly from his position behind your right leg. Reaching a gentle hand over, he rubs at your inner thigh, causing you to sniffle at his touch. Today, a second rolling chair has been brought in so that both of the men can sit comfortably through your session. Steve’s settled where one of them would usually stand to hold your legs open, but because of the restraints, he has two free hands to assist in the procedure. A metal instrument tray is rolled over by his side, holding the various tools he’ll need to perform his part. Bucky’s on the other stool set directly between your legs, his own set of equipment resting on the extra space of the table. “I know it’s scary, but we’re gonna make you feel so good, babydoll. Just gonna show you new ways to feel good,” Steve promises.

“That’s right, princess. Gonna make you feel all warm and tingly in places you never knew could feel so good,” Bucky agrees as he reaches up to adjust the surgical light hanging over you to better illuminate the area he’s focusing on. Rolling up the sleeves of his crisp-white button down shirt, he reaches out a bare hand, placing it on the base of your tummy over your diaper. You flinch, though your body has nowhere to go as it strains against the thick straps holding you in place. “Okay, pumpkin. Let’s get you out of your nappy,” he sings as he begins to undo the tabs, creating a faint crinkling sound as he opens it up.

You let out a whine in protest as tears build in your eyes, but Steve just shushes you, reaching a hand over and rubbing his pointer finger gently over one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your baby-pink shirt. At the light, tickling stimulation, the small bead hardens, causing the blonde man to smile sympathetically. “Shhh, sweetheart. It’s okay,” he murmurs, always the one to be more affected by your tears.

“Won’t be needing this,” Bucky says as he pulls the unused nappy out from under your bottom, leaving your soft bare cheeks to rest against the cool, crinkly exam paper. “But we should probably have something under you, given the mess you’re about to make.” You whimper in fear at his words as he takes a large surgical napkin lined with gauze, sliding it under you to provide a clean space for him to work on. “There we go,” the man croons, turning his attention now to your exposed sex.

Adjusting his stool slightly higher to get a better view over your leg, Steve suggests with a frown, “Hmm, I think she might need to be spread a little wider.” You shake your head as tears stream down your face, a pleading look in your eyes, but Bucky just nods in agreement with him, unscrewing the stirrups slightly to allow him to push your legs further apart. You can feel the lips of your pussy parting, the cool air from the room causing your flesh to suiver.

“There, much better,” Bucky muses as he re-tightens the screws, his eyes landing again on your innocent cunt. “Alright, baby. First we’re gonna have Stevie get you warmed up, okay?” he coos. Taking that as his cue, Steve nods, picking up a pair of blue exam gloves off his tray and snapping them onto his hands, one by one, rolling back the sleeves of his own white shirt. “We’re gonna be introducing your body to a lot of new things today, little one, a lot of new sensations, so Steve’s just gonna make sure to keep you feeling good through all of it,” Bucky explains as Steve picks up a noisy plastic package, breaking the seal and pulling out a long cotton swab.

Your eyes widen at the object, but Steve’s quick to try to ease your fears, “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just gonna give you some warming cream; that’s all.” At the sight of the man breaking open the small tab of paste, a whimper catches in your throat. More tears build in your eyes as he collects a decent amount of the white, minty substance on the tip of the swab, placing the used tab back on his tray. “Okay, peanut. Now, let’s have a look at that little clit of yours, hmm?” he hums as he leans over your leg slightly to gain better acces.

Steve’s always loved playing with your clit more than anything in the world. While both men enjoy and savor every inch of your body, there’s just something particularly satisfying to the blonde about your adorable little nub. He loves the way it peaks out from under its hood, how it quivers and pulses when exposed and stimulated. He knows, too, that you hate it when anyone comes near it, and that just swiping it with the pad of his thumb can bring you right to tears, which only makes it more enjoyable for him to humilate you by giving it extra attention and care.

“There it is,” Steve smiles as he takes his left arm and rests it across your belly, his hand pulling back slightly on the top of your mound to more easily reach the hooded nub. You whine and fuss into your pacifier, and Bucky just shushes you quietly while stroking your inner thigh soothingly. “Okay, sweetie. Gonna be a little cold at first, but don’t worry; we’ll get you in nice and warmed up in no time,” Steve promises as he takes the swab in his right hand, carefully bringing the rounded paste-covered tip and beginning to rub it gently across your clit.

The initial contact sends a whimper up through your nose, but Steve just continues to spread the paste, cooing, “That’s it, gotta get it alll over. Just making sure we get you nice and tingly, doll.” Once he’s satisfied with the application, he sets the used swab back down on its empty wrapper, the dreaded effects of the cream already taking hold as your most sensitive spot begins to throb.

“Oh, look at that,” Bucky marvels as the two men eye your reddening clit. “Swelling up already.” Steve nods with a smile as he keeps his hand pulling back on your mound, using the other that’s now free to gently begin rubbing across the top of the hooded bead with just the pad of his gloved finger.

You whimper through tears as warmth spreads out from your core, Steve’s skilled finger knowing just how to rub to make the sensation as intense as possible. “There, that feel good?” he hums, frowning in fake sympathy as you shake your head pleadingly.

“Poor baby,” Bucky shakes his head as he begins sorting through his own supplies. “Well, soon you’ll be glad to have the distraction, so don’t take it for granted,” he warns with a slightly darker tone as he pulls on his own set of gloves, tightening them up as the unpleasant sounds of the rubber against his skin fill the air. “Now sweetie,” he continues, his dangerously serious eyes meeting your blurry gaze. “Do you remember what it is we’re going to be doing today?” Defeatedly, all you can do is nod. “Good, you remember that today we’re gonna be stretching out your hiney-hole?” he asks, one of his thumbs brushing up against your puckered opening suddenly, making you jump in surprise at the unanticipated contact.

“Been wantin’ to fill up that little hole for quite some time,” Steve reminds you as he continues his gentle assault on your clit. The men’s words bring a new round of tears to your eyes, and they for once seem to have somewhat of an effect on Bucky.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, little one,” he croons, rubbing a bit more firmly at your virgin ass. “We’re gonna take things nice and slow and make sure you’re completely ready before we fill you up. Nothing’s gonna hurt,” he tells you, “just gonna feel good, doll.”

“We’d never hurt our baby,” Steve sings lovingly, the balloon of pressure from his finger on your clit slowly expanding in your lower belly as the men continue to talk over you. “You’re our precious little girl, sweetheart. We only wanna make you feel good, wanna make you feel so, so good.”

“So, we’re gonna start small,” Bucky says, picking up a syringe filled with a clear substance from his tray with his spare hand while continuing to prod gently at your tight opening with the other. “This is just some lubricant, sweetie. Gonna fill your little hiney-hole up with this so things can go in and out easier.” At the suggestion of your ass being filled with anything coming from a syringe, you let out a humiliated cry, causing Bucky to shake his head with a sad smile. “I know, I know. It doesn’t sound fun, but we gotta do it so nothing hurts.”

“Be a good girl and hold still for Bucky,” Steve instructs as the brown-haired man positions the tip of the syringe at the opening of your puckered hole. Not having the option of doing anything other than what Steve’s demanded, you simply squeeze more tears out of your eyes, holding your breath. The pressure and speed of the stimulation on your clit increases slightly, meant to ease some of the tension the next step is about to bring.

“Okay. Here we go, princess,” Bucky warns as he eases the long tip up your ass, the insertion making you cry out in discomfort and protest. “That’s it, theere you go,” he hums as he presses down on the plunger, the cool liquid filling you up inside as you whimper through your pacifier. “Good girl,” he praises, carefully removing the emptied syringe, a bit of the clear gel leaking out of your reddened hole.

Using his pointer finger to clean it up, Bucky begins rubbing at the opening of your bum again, this time the sensation much more warm and tingly thanks to the slippery wetness that’s been applied. “Okay, little one. We’re just gonna start with one finger, okay? We’ll go nice and slow, I promise,” he tells you, causing you to whine helplessly in fear.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Steve shushes, once again bumping up the speed of his finger as it rubs in tight circles across your now engorged clit. “Daddy’s gonna keep rubbing your nub, okay? Gonna make sure it feels good, sweetheart.”

“That’s right; should feel nice and good,” Bucky seconds. Then, without any further warning, he begins to press the tip of his gloved finger up into your bum, struggling to fit it in despite all the lube leaking out of you. You cry out against your pacifier as he continues the insertion, your virgin ass squeezing his finger almost painfully as a foreign sense of warmth swells in your tummy from the stimulation of your sensitive anal walls. “Good, that’s good,” Bucky strains as he pushes his large finger deeper, “fuck. So fuckin’ tight.” Steve rubs quicker at your clit, the little nub now practically on fire as Bucky finally fits the remainder of his finger in, letting out a breath and pausing to let you adjust.

“Look at that, all filled up with Bucky’s finger,” Steve coos, loving the sight of your ass looking so stuffed by just a single digit. Slowly, Bucky moves his finger around, the action causing even more unwanted feelings of fullness and warmth to build up in your belly.

“That feel good, princess?” Bucky asks with a sly smile, humiliating you with his knowledge of how the unwanted penetration is somehow bringing you closer to an orgasm. “Daddy’s just gonna feel around a little bit,” he tells you, gradually beginning to pump his finger in and out of you. As terrible as the movements feel, you can’t help the all-too familiar feeling building up inside of you as your ass is filled with the single gloved finger, accomponied by Steve’s maticulous stimulation of your clit.

“Aww, look at this, Buck. I think she’s already on the verge of cumming,” Steve chuckles as he dips down into the wetness leaking from your cunt, dragging it back up and pinching your nub between his thumb and finger as he begins rolling it like a bead of clay. You sob in defeat and arousal as Bucky smiles in agreement, comfortable enough now to begin thrusting faster and more forcefully into your slippery hole.

“Yeah? You gonna cum, dollface? You gonna cum from just one finger up your little hiney-hole?” he degrades as you sputter and heave on your pacifier, simply unable to hold back the feelings any longer as your orgasm pierces through you, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it,” Bucky almost grunts, the feeling of you clamping down on his finger with your tight little asshole sending blood straight to his bulging cock.

“Goood girl,” Steve sings in praise as you come down from your high, choking on your tears and spit, his own hard-on swelling between his legs as he slows his fingering down to a gentler pace. “Came so hard from Bucky’s finger, such a good girl.”

“I think she’s ready for another,” Bucky huffs excitedly, pulling out his drenched pointer and adding his middle to it to swirl around the lube oozing from your bum before beginning to shove them both back into your throbbing opening. You sob at the new feeling of fullness, the addition of the second finger only increasing the disgustingly delicious sensation deep within your gut.

Once both digits are full pressed into your swollen hole, Bucky repeats the same process from last time, starting out slow as he pumps in and out of you just as he would with your pussy. Steve takes to rolling your clit again between his fingers, the overstimulated nub throbbing at the unbearably hot touch. “If we keep at it, shouldn’t be too long before-”

“Oh, there it is,” Bucky cuts Steve off as your second orgasm rips through you out of nowhere, causing tears to spring into the air out of your eyes as your back tries to arch up against the restraints, your toes curling from the powerful wave. “Good, very good,” he hums as you float back down, your breaths staggering as you just cry to yourself in defeat.

“Shhhh,” Steve coos, bringing his clean hand up from your mound and stroking your tears away. “You’re doing so good, sweet girl. Doing so, so good for your daddies.”

“I think we should try the pump-up, and if all goes well, she’ll probably be ready after that,” Bucky talks to Steve softly as if you’re not even there in the room with the two of them.

“Okay. That sounds good to me,” Steve agrees as he removes his fingers from around your clit, retrieving something from his tray. The minute you hear a button being pressed and a familiar whirring sound coming from his hands, you let out a whole new round of sobs, fighting pathetically against your restrains as he brings the vibrator over and holds it above your aching sex. “Hey sweetie, what’re all the tears for, huh? It’s your very favorite one. See?” he asks, waving the light pink bullet in front of you mockingly. Steve is well aware that it’s actually your least favorite toy, the powerful vibrations it emits stronger than any other device in their collection. “Now, let me make sure I put it in your very favorite spot, too,” he continues to play along, returning his left hand to pull back on the skin surrounding the nub and bringing the pulsating head of the toy right up against the udner side of your clit, causing you to howl against your pacifier. “There. Is it okay like that, sweetheart?” he degrades as he pushes down onto your clit with his gloved fingers, increasing the vibrations begins sent through the nub. “I know you like it best right up on the head, riiight there, where it’s the most sensitive.”

As Steve distracts you with the new torture of your aching clit, Bucky prepares the inflatable dildo by squeezing the pump a few times, starting it out at a modest size. With no warning, he begins rubbing the blunt black tip of it on your hiney-hole, chuckling when you’re almost in too much distress from Steve’s work to even notice. As soon as he begins forcing it in, though, you cry out in shock, the smooth feeling of the object against your anal walls bringing you to a whole new level of arousal.

Sobbing and choking through your pacifier, your eyes widen as they meet Steve’s baby blues, and he can immediately tell what’s about to happen. “Oh, here she goes again,” he says with a grin. “That’s it, baby. Cum, cum for your daddies. Goood,” he coos as another orgasm is forced out of your trembling body. Bucky takes the opportunity to shove the rest of the length inside of you while you’re riding out your high, only adding to the unbelievable waves of pleasure rushing through you.

“Such a good girl,” Bucky praises lovingly as you fall limp against their ministrations, twitches of overstimulation spurting through your tummy and legs as Steve keeps the vibrator pressed on your painful bundle of nerves. “Now, Daddy’s just gonna pump it up, okay? Gonna fill you up as tight as you can take it, princess,” he grins eagerly, beginning to squeeze the pump of the dildo as it inflates inside of you. You wail inconsolably as the rubber objects stretches you out to the max, your gut burning in sinful arousal and humiliation.

Once the toy appears to be a similar size to one of their cocks, Bucky drops the pump, beginning to pound the length of it into you without care. As the panting man fucks the life out of you with the rubber blow-up, Steve presses the bullet up as far as he can against the most sensitive spot of your clit, and you can’t help it; you absolutely scream as your fourth and most powerful orgasm yet tears through you mercilessly, causing you to squirt forcefully onto Bucky’s hands. “Yeah, just like that,” he growls harshly.

“Fuck, cumming so hard,” Steve groans at the sight of you coming completely undone due to their efforts. And you just scream and scream some more, tears flooding your face as you begin to cough and choke on your spit, your whole abdomen cramping as you finally come down from your animalistic high.

The vibrator is removed from your clit, and the dildo is pulled from your ass, but you’re too out of it to notice, unable to do anything other than lie in a mess of your own tears and cum, whimpering and blubbering pitifully through a haze. Everything is sore; everthing hurts, and you fear that if either of them were to even lay a finger on you at this point, you’d simply completely shatter at their touch.

Blinking feverishly to clear your vision, you’re startled to see that both of the men are up off of their stools, ripping their clothing off of their bodies as fast as they can possibly manage. Steve finishes first, coming back to the changing table and all but tearing the restraints off of you, picking you up firmly by your little waist and sliding underneath you, lying back against the cushioned surface as the napkin drops to the floor. He lays your back against his chest, holding you still as you fight weakly, almost too tired to even move a muscle. Bucky comes up between the empty stirrups and faces you, pumping his hard cock in his hands.

“Now it’s time for you to take Daddy’s cock up your sweet little hiney-hole. You think you can do that, sweetheart?” Steve whispers in your ear, his own erection bulging under you as he pushes you up to a sitting position, your back still to him as he lifts you effortlessly by your waist, startling you by easing you back down and sliding his cock up your ass. Gasping at the full feeling, Bucky steps forward and slams his member up into your pussy, and you cry out in shock, completely winded by the double penetration.

“Fuck, so fuckin’ tight,” Steve grunts as he holds you by your waist, ramming you up and down on their massive lengths. Completely exhausted, all you can do is lie there and take it, letting the two men fuck you limply like a ragdoll. “Takin’ us so fuckin’ well, sweetheart. Fuck.”

“Look at ‘er,” Bucky chuckles as you blubber wordlessly against your pacifier, so deep in littlespace and overstimulated that not much of anything is processing in your brain anymore. “Just sittin’ there and takin’ it, lettin’ her daddies fuck her like a little fuckin’ toy. Such a stupid little baby,” he grins sickly, loving the way degrading you feels. “Dumb little baby, filled up with cock.” Bucky’s hands find their way over Steves and he takes over, pumping you across their members with reckless abandon. One hand rests on your lower belly, feeling himself inside you as he tears your guts apart.

Steve reaches a hand around between you and Bucky and finds your swollen bundle of nerves, and that’s all it takes; heaving, you come completely undone on top of their rock-hard cocks, squeezing them both as they rub up against each other with only a thin lining of your flesh keeping them apart. “Fuck, just like that,” Steve groans, your abused little asshole the most heavenly thing he’s ever had the privilege of fucking. Every muscle in your body seems to snap as your orgasm soars, pathetic cries coming out from behind your pacifier as you do all you can to keep from passing out.

“Dumb- baby-, cumming- all- over- our- cocks,” Bucky grunts, the two men’s erections swelling as they both let out deep moans, shooting abundant cum straight up into your belly. The world swirls as the three of you linger, the harsh sounds of their breathing and pathetic whimpers coming from your lips filling the heated air.

After several more moments of complete stillness, Bucky lifts you up as gently as he can from his and Steve’s spasming cocks. Letting out a heartbreaking cry, Steve shifts up slightly onto an elbow, both of the men seeming to sober up as they take in the complete mess they’ve made you into.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs as he collects you from Bucky. You wither in his arms, curling up defensively in fear of anything more they could be planning. “Shhh, shhh. It’s okay. It’s done, baby. We’re done; you did such a good job. Shh-shh shhh,” he soothes, rising to his feet and cradling you like a baby, rocking you back and forth as his partner begins to clean up.

“I think someone needs a nice, gentle bath,” Bucky says softly, causing Steve to chuckle lightly and nod.

“Okay, baby. Let’s go find the tub and get you aaall cleaned up,” he sings, doting over you lovingly as you babble softly, completely lost in your littlespace and not really hearing anything that’s being said. “Silly baby,” Steve coos, planting a kiss on your head. “Such a precious little girl.”

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steve and bucky's girl | 1. daddy has to help you.

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summary | when you refuse to go potty, daddy steve decides he has no choice but to make you go himself. (and boy, do you hate it.)

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | mostly steve! quite long, LOTS of build up, and as for the details? idefk. pure filth. NON-con/restraints (like, you’re crying, but also it’s all very soft), ddlg (with two!!! daddies), abdl?? :'-), forced peeing during orgasm/piss k!nk???, forced(!!!!) orgasm(s), OVERstim, slight? medfet, clit stim only (what can i say it’s the best), USE OF AN F-ING TOOTHBRUSH AS A VIBRATOR I HATE MYSELF-

an | alright well! you guys apparently want to read this (very trash and very disgusting) smut i wrote a while(!) back about daddysteve, daddybucky and little so! here you go! (i feel so much fear posting this lol) PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TO!!! i have plenty of stuff that is way! less! filthy!

Bucky trails behind Steve wordlessly with you in his arms as he carries you into the nursery, walking you over to the changing table. It’s a normal changing table the pair has altered into a specialized one just for this procedure. It appears to have the wooden frame of a standard changing table with the surface of an exam table one might find in a doctor’s office, sized appropriately to fit you. It has a back rest elevated at an angle, along with a flat seat. The material is a padded vinyl cushion to offer some (though not too much) comfort. A roll of thin exam paper is pulled out over the seat.

A pair of stirrups with strong, medical-grade restrains pull out from under the surface, though these are seldom used. The couple intentionally placed the table at an appropriate position so that one of them is able to stand behind you and hold your legs open while the other works between your legs. The wooden table’s base holds a set of drawers stocked with all your necessary equipment. Along with the table, the two acquired a circular rolling desk chair, as well as an adjustable exam light that’s positioned directly over the table.

“Aww, sweetheart, there’s no need for tears,” Steve coos at you as you’re set down on the table, the scratchy paper crinkling underneath your bottom. “Daddy’s just gonna make sure you’re all taken care of,” he murmurs, saddened by the sight of you beginning to cry. Bucky makes his way behind the table and holds you by your shoulders to ensure you won’t try to run. Frightened tears roll down your cheeks as you squeeze your knees together, dreading what you know is coming next.

Steve sits down on the rolling chair in front of the table and gazes softly at you, sending you a comforting smile. “How about you lack back for me, sweetheart. Hmm? I’m sure Bucky’d be happy to help you.”

The brown-haired man nods, pulling your body back forcefully against the table so that you’re resting firmly against the padding, your head now tilted slightly up towards the ceiling. You let out a whimper against your pacifier, but he just holds you steady, using one hand to secure a thick strap across your tummy to hold you in place so that he can focus on your legs. “Gotta make sure we hold you nice and still for Steve,” he hums.

While Bucky was helping you lie back, Steve had taken to pulling a pair of tight-fitting blue exam gloves out of the box in one of the drawers, snapping them onto his large hands as you flinched at the noise. Now, he gathers the rest of his tools, setting them out to the side on the table. Reaching up and flicking on the light above, he turns his attention back to you.

“Alright, sweetie. Let’s get you out of that diaper, hmm?” he coos, reaching out and slipping off your pants, leaving you in nothing but your tank-top and nappy. He takes one of your legs in each large hand and offers them to Buck, who firmly takes hold of them and holds them spread wide. You cry out softly in humiliation, causing Steve to croon at you, “Aww, it’s okay, sweetheart. No need to be embarrassed.” He then takes hold of the tabs on the diaper, pulling them away so that it falls open. He and Bucky both frown when they realize that you’re completely dry.

“Looks like someone’s still having a hard time using their nappies,” Bucky shakes his head, his disappointment evident in his voice.

“I think you’re right, Buck,” Steve agrees, sliding the dry diaper out from underneath you and throwing it in the waste-bin under the table. “Well, that’s okay. Her daddies can help her go potty if she needs, I’m sure.” He pulls out a fresh diaper from another drawer and Bucky lifts your body up by your legs for Steve to slide the dry nappy into place. He lets the front fall open between your legs, providing a clean place for what’s about to be forced out of your shaking body.

“Now, sweetheart,” Steve begins, his usually gentle tone coming out with a hint of exasperation. “You know good little girls go potty all by themselves in their nappies; isn’t that right?”

Your cheeks burn in humiliation as you choke back a sob, nodding in fear. “M-hmm. And when they decide to hold it in, that means their daddies have to help them, right?” You nod again, your eyes bursting with tears. “Shhh, baby. Don’t cry; you’re alright,” he soothes, clearly more affected by your tears than Bucky, which isn’t anything out of the ordinary.

“So now, Daddy has to make you go potty, even though you don’t want to. Right? He’s gotta restrain you and force it out of you, and that’s why Buck’s holding you down?” Steve clarifies. You give him a third nod and he smiles at you patting the inside of your thigh with his gloved hand. “Okay. Good girl. Then let’s get started, shall we?” he hums, focusing his attention on your pussy that’s being held open in plain view for him.

He reaches up and adjusts the light to better illuminate his view, then takes his hands and places his fingers on either side of your upper lips. So far, you’re dry. He gently pulls the folds apart, revealing your tiny bundle of nerves. The small, delicate nub peaks out from under its hood a tiny bit, and Steve smiles. “Okay, baby. I think we should clean you up a little bit, and maybe we can help you go potty as we do it, hmm?” he murmurs, reaching over and grabbing his tools.

Steve plugs the electric polishing toothbrush into the wall, the model identical to the ones used in dental offices. The head is a delicate circular shape with extra-soft rubber bristles that aren’t too abrasive for skin, the medical-grade instrument something usually used by professionals only. He then takes the single-use tab of ‘toothpaste’ and rips off the seal, using the brush to collect a small amount of the paste on the bristles. While it looks just like toothpaste and has an identical gritty texture, as well as minty smell, the paste is actually a sensitizing cream meant to make your clit extra swollen and sensitive. “Alright, sweetie,” Steve says finally. “Now be a good and hold still for Daddy.”

Bucky tightens his grip on your legs and a terrified whimper escapes your lips as Steve switches on the instrument, a low humming sound filling the room. He takes his gloved left hand and holds your pelvis down, just barely pulling the skin taut to gain better access, and as slowly and gently as he can, he eases the toothbrush’s head against your quivering clit. “There you go, sweetheart. Right there,” he croons as you let out a cry in response to the sudden overpowering sensation, your hips jerking against the men’s three hands, but their strong holds prevent you from moving even a fraction of an inch. Steve scrubs the whirring brush across your little nub in small circles, spreading the paste evenly as warmth begins to spread throughout your pussy.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he praises you for taking the stimulation, even though you don’t have any other choice. Tears roll down your cheeks and distressed whimpers continue to sound in your throat as Steve keeps scrubbing. “Just getting you nice and clean, sweetheart,” he reminds you.

A tiny bit of wetness begins to leak from the bottom of your slit, causing the men to smile. “Looks like someone’s getting wet. That feel good, hmm? You like it when Buck holds you open and I scrub your little clit?” Steve teases. He knows, in fact, that you do not like it, not at all, and that your body is just betraying you, but he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to humiliate you. He keeps his scrubbing motions to tight circles, and your legs begin to shake, your voice becoming higher and more desperate. This pleases the men, as they know you’re growing closer and closer to climax. “Mmm, good girl. Doing such a good job, letting Daddy scrub her clit all clean.”

“Such a good girl,” Bucky agrees, enjoying the sight of your juices dripping onto the fresh diaper. Steve moves his left hand up onto your tummy and finds what he suspected: it’s swollen from holding your pee in all day and refusing the diaper. “And Stevie’s just gonna keep scrubbing your clit ‘til you cum, isn’t he, princess? Gonna make you cum, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“She’s so full, I don’t think she’ll be able to hold it in when she does,” Steve murmurs, returning his hand down to its original position. “Daddy’s gonna make you squirt aaall over your nappy, isn’t he? Gonna keep scrubbing you ‘til you can’t take it anymore, hmm?” You simply sob into your pacifier in response, a familiar warm feeling beginning to build up in your tummy.

Steve sees the shift on your face and knows it well. Any more stimulation and you’ll cum; there won’t be anything you’ll be able to do about it. “Aww, poor baby. So sensitive all over your little nub, aren’t you? Hmm, I think I know how to make it feel even more warm and tingly,” he sings, taking his gloved thumb and moving it right down to your clit, pulling back the hood. “Mmm, theeere you go, right there, right on the head,” he hums as he presses the brush directly onto your swollen nub, causing you to lurch against your restraints. “Oh, I know, sweetheart; that’s the most sensitive part, isn’t it? Gotta make sure we scrub everywhere, make you nice and clean, even under there where it’s so warm and tingly,” he murmurs, and your tear-soaked face contorts in helplessness, signaling that you’re about to explode.

“Scrubbing aaall over,” Bucky sings, “aww, look at her little clit, Steve. So puffy and swollen. Such a sensitive little girl, isn’t she?”

“M-hmm, very sensitive. Responding so nicely for Daddy,” Steve agrees. You whimper in your restraints, the warm, inevitable feeling building up in your belly that you can no longer suppress. You let out a defeated cry as the brush scrubs right up against your most sensitive spot, the gentle but firm pressure Steve’s so skillfully applying not giving up in the slightest. “That’s it sweetheart,” he coos, “now be a good girl and cum for Daddy; go potty for Daddy in your nappy like a good girl,” he encourages.

And at his words, you completely lose control, clamping down hard on your pacifier as your orgasm takes over. “Theeere you go, baby, that’s it,” he edges as your entire body surges, your toes curling up as pee squirts out onto the padded surface under your bottom. Steve pulls back even harder on your clitoral hood, allowing your pee-hole to open up fully as you’re forced to release. And he just keeps scrubbing, and you just keep cumming, the waves of stimulation not stopping. “Oh my, such a good girl,” he hums as he and Buck marvel at the sight, “cumming so hard for Daddy. What a good little girl.”

After several more moments, your orgasm finally dies down. But to your utter horror, Steve keeps the pressure on your clit. You cry out in pain and discomfort, squirming against Bucky’s hold now more than ever. “Hold still, babydoll. You’re not done yet,” Bucky instructs.

“Aww, I know, sweetheart. I know; it’s so sensitive, isn’t it? Is your clit too sensitive now?” Steve coos. “Well, we need to make sure you got all your potty out, okay? So Daddy’s gonna make you cum one more time, just to be sure.” You cry out in protest, but Steve just frowns at you, continuing to scrub the toothbrush directly against your now completely exposed clit, pulling back even further on the hood. “Just one more, baby,” he promises, “I know it feels icky now, but you’re clit’s so sensitive; soon it should- oh, see? There it is,” he croons just as another round of orgasm hits you out of nowhere. All that was left in your bladder releases out onto the nappy, and as your climax finally winds down, Steve switches off the toothbrush and sets it down. “Such a good girl,” he praises as Bucky strokes your leg gently, your chest still rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your peak.

Steve removes the soaked diaper from underneath your bottom and takes out a box of baby wipes, pulling a few out and running the cold, damp fabric softly over your quivering pussy. You whimper as he focuses it on your clit for several moments, almost making you fear he might try to make you cum again. “Aww, I know, sweetie. You’re gonna be sensitive for a while, huh?” he murmurs as he throws away the soiled diaper and wipes, taking a fresh diaper and wrapping your bottom up in it before securing the tabs at your sides.

“You took it like such a good girl,” Steve praises, removing his gloves and throwing them away before reaching out and brushing your hair back from your face, causing you to flinch and whimper. “Now next time, let’s try to go potty all by yourself in your nappy, hmm?”

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summary | your story of being abducted by two supersoldiers with less than righteous intentions, and all the ways they take you apart as they force you to become their perfect little baby doll.

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | dark!daddy!steve and dark!daddy!bucky, kidnapping/abduction, smut, medfet elements, non-con, ddlg, specific warnings included in each chapter

please note | this series is not currently accepting requests for future chapters due to low engagement.

chapters.

1. daddy has to help you | 2. all filled up | 3. first check-up

blurbs.

morning routine | squeaky clean | daddy knows best | tummy training

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grrr… there’s this specific medfet au i’ve been wanting to write for months and months but every time i try i get a few hundred words in and end up scrapping it all…

dr. ari levinson and his trusty nurse jakey or stevie running their infamous clit clinic, specializing in routine checkups and specialty treatments focused on the most important part of a (f) little’s body… many daddies bring their baby girls in to see the world-renowned specialist…

kind of like s&bg? less dark, better writing. return of the dreaded toothbrush 😳 puff puff medfet lover’s dream au 😍🤤🤧

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steve & bucky's girl | 3. first check-up.

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summary | the story of waking up to find steve rogers and bucky barnes holding you hostage as their babygirl, and the very thorough check-up they gave you.

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | ohboy. ddlg themes!!, NOncon, kidnapping/drugging, light!!medfet, restraints, crying, gagging, mocking/degredation, fingering, forced orgasms, overstim, squirting, speculum use (oof ouch owwy), bucky creaming his jeans :^)

an | ohboy B-) i feel so much fear.

When you finally awoke after countless hours of a cold, dreamless sleep, your ears started working before your eyes could flutter open. Your lids were heavy from the drugs, your mind completely in pieces as you tried to form coherent thoughts. The last thing you could remember was… you couldn’t. You couldn’t remember anything. Before you gained any feeling or control of your body, it was your hearing that started to allow you to take in information about your situation.

There were shuffling noises coming from somewhere nearby, somewhere in front of you. Quiet voices were mumbling to each other, and as your brain continued to gain clarity you could start to make out their words. “Look, her leg’s twitching. Probably gonna wake up any moment now.” The voice came from in front of you as well, from the same direction as the indistinct noises of things being moved around. It was a soft voice, deep and warm; you couldn’t identify it as one you knew.

“You sure you’re ready? I’m countin’ on you to do most of the explaining, pal,” a second voice responded with a raspy chuckle. Realizing that both of the people present with your mostly-immobilized body were male was enough to send a surge of panic through your veins, resulting in a weakened wince that the men both noticed immediately. “Oh, there she is,” the second voice crooned as your eyes shot open. Blinking at the harsh light, it took you a few moments to register what you were gazing up at. When the painful glare subsided, you were surprised to see a mobile hanging down from the ceiling above you with little baby animals attached to the ends of the wires.

In a flash, a wave of realizations washed over you. First, that you were cold - what felt like nearly freezing. Dread built up in your throat as you realized that you were barely clothed, with only a cropped mesh blouse covering your chest and a matching pair of see-through panties covering your most intimate parts between your legs. Your legs… that was another matter in itself; they were spread open wide in a pair of stirrups with thick straps running over your shins, preventing you from moving even a fraction of an inch. Trembling in horror, you realized that your legs weren’t the only things being restrained. More straps ran across your upper-thighs, stomach, arms, and upper-chest. Jolting against them, you let out a frightened whimper. Tears built up in your eyes as you realized you were gagged with a pacifier, the rubber nub secured tightly in your mouth with a piece of duct tape running over your lips.

“Okay, time to do some explaining,” the first man said softly from his place between your legs. “Sweetheart, I know you’re frightened, but just let me tell you what’s goin’ on, okay? No need to get so worked up about it- oh, honey,” he sighed sadly as he watched the tears roll down your cheeks. Looking through your spread legs at the man, you were able to get a good glimpse of his appearance. He was undeniably handsome with an intimidatingly sturdy figure; his soft blue eyes gazed sympathetically at you as he brushed back a wave of his dirty blonde hair.

“Shhh, doll, it’s okay,” the second man cooed from his position off to your right. Jerking your head to look over at him, you saw that he was also not lacking in looks whatsoever, his deep brown eyes looking you over with worry from behind his long brunette locks. Looking back and forth between the men several times as panic bubbled in your throat, you tried to take in some of the room around you as well. It was what looked to be… a nursery. Light blue paint coated the walls, decorated with swirly clouds of hand-painted white. The strange table you were restrained on was backed up against a window, with the rest of the room in full view (so long as you could keep your neck strained up to see it.) Wooden crates painted in pastels held piles of stuffed animals and toys. A crib sat off in the opposite corner, complete with another mobile hanging down over its opening. There was a large bookcase next to a rocking chair, a little teddy set atop the padded seat with a bow on its ear. Bringing your eyes back to meet the blonde man’s in front of you, you glared at him through your tears.

“I know you’re confused; let me help you,” he said smoothly. Not seeing any other option, you remained quiet, waiting for him to continue. “Let’s start with names,” he suggested. “I’m Steve. That’s Bucky,” he said with a nod to the man on your right. “But you won’t be addressing us using our names, ever. Guess that’s rule number one.”

“We’re both ‘Daddy’ to you, babydoll,” Bucky informed you. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach at his words. It was in that moment that all the cloudiness in your brain finally cleared away; it all made sense as soon as he said the simple word. You were being held against your will by a pair of sick perverts who wanted nothing more than to use you for your body and innocence. They had everything set up; it looked like they must’ve spent quite some time preparing for you. And now they had you.

“Shhh, sweetheart,” Steve hummed softly, rubbing your knee in hopes of comforting you. You stiffened at his touch, causing his frown to grow. “I know this is all overwhelming now, but I promise it’ll get better. You’ll get to know us and the way we run things here. Everything’s gonna be okay, doll.”

“We just wanna help you,” Bucky added from your side. “You’re our precious little girl, wanna make sure you’re nice and taken care of.” Your eyes stung with tears at the man’s inappropriately soothing words. All you could figure was that he was sick - they were both sick, sick beyond repair.

“Now, sweetie,” Steve continued as he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white button-down shirt. “Since this is all new for you, and since Buck and I have a lot of things we’d like to try with you, we just wanna give you a good once-over to get to know your body.”

“We’ll go over more rules and some other things later,” Bucky told you, “but for right now we’re just gonna give you a little check-up, that alright, doll? Just wanna make sure everything’s alright with our little angel.” Reaching his large hand over, he rubbed against your stomach, causing you to cringe back from his cold touch.

“We’ve got you strapped in tight, just for safety, honey,” Steve informed you as he pulled down the surgical lamp above his head and switched it on, the harsh light causing your eyes to water. As the realization set in that they really intended on playing some twisted version of doctor with you, you began to struggle against your restraints and whimper into your gag, but it was no use.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Bucky crooned as he continued rubbing small circles on the side of your belly.

“Nothing’s gonna hurt, sweetheart,” Steve followed suit, the false sincerity in his voice only bringing more tears to your eyes. “We won’t ever hurt you, baby. We might have to discipline you sometimes, but it’ll only be because we love you. We’re gonna take good care of you, I promise. Buck, you wanna start up there and we’ll work our way down?” he suggested.

Taking his cue from Steve, Bucky nodded, his soft brown eyes locking with yours as he explained, “Okay, doll. The first thing we wanna do is take a look under here.” His hand trailed from your side to brush against one of your tits through the skimpy blouse, causing you to lurch against your restraints in fear. “I know, bub, I know you’re scared, but it’s gotta be done,” he said with a frown, reaching over to grab a pair of blue exam gloves before snapping them each onto his hands. “Okay, pumpkin. Let’s get you unbuttoned,” he mused, returning to you and beginning to undo the buttons that ran down the front of your top. You whimpered pathetically at his actions but in the end there was nothing you could do; before long, he had completely undone the row, allowing the fabric to fall to the sides as your breasts were revealed to the men’s hungry gazes.

“Oh my,” Steve murmured from his place in front of you, leaning forward to get a better look. Bucky grinned from above you as he gazed down on your bare cleavage, your nipples quickly hardening from the chill of the room.

“Very healthy looking,” the brown-haired man commented as he cupped one in each hand, beginning to massage the tender flesh with his muscular hands. You whined heatedly with embarrassment, only seeming to please the men further. “They’re the perfect size, too. Healthy looking skin, seems like she’s responsive even though she’s trying not to be.” Your cheeks burned at his comment, tears flooding your eyes once more as he brought his hands up to begin brushing his fingers over your nipples. “Very sensitive,” Bucky degraded.

“I’ll say,” Steve agreed, almost sounding mesmerized by your body’s involuntary response to Bucky’s stimulation. Noticing your tears, he soothed, “Aww, it’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay if it feels good. No need to be embarrassed.” His words did the opposite of reassure you.

Bucky’s fingers wrapped around one of your sensitive buds in a pinch, earning a strained cry muffled by the pacifier as your back tried to arch up against the straps holding you down. “You wanna get started down there, Stevie? I’ll keep working things up here as you go.”

Steve nodded, grabbing his own pair of gloves from a separate tray and putting them on before bringing his gaze back to the space between your legs. Spit bubbled up in your throat as you cried helplessly, mortified by the idea of the vile man examining your most intimate parts. “Now sweetie,” he started, his tone almost mocking in manner. “We’re just gonna take a look at your special parts down here and make sure everything is healthy and working as it should. There’s no need to fuss.” As he concluded his sentence, he picked up a pair of scissors, tucking the blade under your panties and snipping in a few places until they fell away uselessly to the floor. You sobbed in humiliation as your bare sex was exposed to the man who was now smiling sickly down at the sight before him. The cold air hitting your skin sent shivers running down your spine; you whined out angrily as you realized they had removed every strand of hair from your privates while you had been out of it.

“Such a beautiful little pussy,” Steve hummed as he continued running his hungry eyes over your sex. “I can tell she’s tight just by looking at her. Definitely a virgin,” he estimated, his guess being quickly confirmed by your panicked whimpering and squirming. “That’s okay, honey. We’ll take everything slow. Wanna get you nice and ready for us,” he assured you as he brought his gloved hands up to land on either side of your folds, gently spreading them open and cooing, “Now, let’s have a look here… oh my,” he marveled at your glistening opening. “She’s even getting a little wet for us, Buck.”

“Is that so?” the other man asked, amused from his position above you. Working both of your nipples with his skilled fingers, he added, “Not surprising. Poor little thing can’t help but respond to the stimulation.”

“Let’s see here,” Steve hummed in concentration, dipping his thumb into your small pool of arousal before dragging the pad up to find your clit. You jerked at the sensation, causing the man’s grin to grow. “Oh, right there. That’s the spot,” he breathed with a smile. “Such a perfect little clit, s’just barely peaking out from under its hood,” he cooed, rubbing small circles over the nub as your body began to fill with heat. “Yeah, that feel good, sweetheart?” he mocked as your muscles tightened. “It’s okay, I know it does. Let’s see what happens if we keep on rubbing it, hmm?”

“You ever cum before, dollface?” Bucky asked darkly as he continued his work on your sore nipples, the combination of his and Steve’s ministrations sending blood rushing to your core as you struggled to focus on his words. “Doesn’t seem like it. Don’t worry, baby. You’re gonna love it.”

A warm, desperate feeling began to form in the pit of your stomach as they continued, your tears and gagged protests growing worse and worse as the pressure grew. “Oh, sweet girl,” Steve crooned at your tears, “I know, it’s so sensitive, isn’t it? You’re doin’ such a good job for us, doll. Such a brave little girl.” Placing his other hand just above your nub, he tugged back gently on the skin, allowing the pad of his thumb to rub directly over the tiny button as he continued in small circles, steadily increasing his pace. “That’s it, right there, sweetheart,” he soothed, “just gotta keep rubbing and rubbing ‘til-”

“I think she’s getting close,” Bucky cut him off as your legs began to twitch, a foreign neediness appearing deep in your gut as Steve’s thumb rub-rub-rubbed over your swollen bundle of nerves. Choking on a sob through the pacifier, your eyes grew wide as both the men smiled in anticipation.

“That’s it, come on, sweetheart. Cum for your daddies,” Steve encouraged. Straining against the restraints, you had no choice but to obey him, a defeated whimper rising through your throat as your orgasm surged. “There it is, good girl,” you heard the man praise as your toes curled painfully from the high.

“So good for us,” Bucky hummed in agreement, pinching down on your nipples as you cried out weakly. “Poor little thing, cumming from Daddy rubbing her clit alone.”

As the waves of overwhelming pleasure began to settle, you collapsed against the table, fuzziness washing over you as you struggled to catch your breath. Both men’s hands came to a stop on your exhausted body, causing you to let out a sigh of relief. “See, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Steve cooed lightly as he began clanking around more tools on his tray, which you couldn’t see from where you were slumped. “Now, usually we would get this nice and lubed up for you,” his smooth voice prattled as the sound of a wrapper being removed could be heard, “but after such an intense orgasm, I think we’ll be just fine slipping it in dry.” Your wary eyes traveled back to the man between your legs, widening in fright as they landed on the plastic speculum in his hand.

As your tears quickly returned, Bucky resumed a gentle rubbing on both of your aching nipples, soothing, “Shhhh, doll. You’re alright, Stevie’ll go nice and slow, make sure nothing hurts.”

Feeling the blonde’s hand return to spread open your dripping folds, you let out a sob. “I know, baby. Nobody likes this part, but we’ll try to make it quick,” he promised as he pressed the closed instrument up against your opening, extracting a pitiful whine from your quaking body as he slowly forced the plastic in. “Goood,” he hummed as he went, pausing once the tool was in place. “Alright, sweetie. I’m gonna open you up now and take a look. Nothing’s gonna hurt,” he assured you again as he rotated the handle before squeezing down, spreading you open from the inside. You gagged on your spit at the terrible feeling, a mixture of both pain and sinful pleasure.

“Oh, look at that,” Steve murmured, gazing in wonder over the sight of your soft pink insides. Stepping over to look as well, Bucky’s eyes widened to a similar size as Steve’s as the men both drooled over your still throbbing cunt. You let out a whimper of discomfort, which soon proved to be a mistake when Steve decided, “It’s okay, sweet girl. Here, let me help ease the tension down there.” Using two long fingers, he collected the wetness dripping down from the bottom of the speculum, dragging it back up and rolling it over your swollen clit.

“Wanna see her cum just like this,” Bucky all but groaned, eyes locked on your spongey insides as they contracted at Steve’s stimulation. “All spread open and helpless, wanna see her clamp down on it.”

“Think you can give Bucky what he wants” Steve hummed as his fingers continued against your burning nub. Before long, an all-too-familiar sense of desperation came rising up through your legs as you once again found yourself cumming against Steve’s simple strokes.

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed, stroking himself through his pants at the sight of you cumming against your will.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Steve smiled as you sobbed into the pacifier, jerking violently against the straps as your orgasm finally subsided. “Everything’s looking good in there; I think we only have one more thing to check. Buck?”

“Okay, princess. One last thing we gotta look at,” the brunette mumbled as he crouched down beside Steve as the blonde closed and removed the speculum, leaving your pussy a dripping mess as the plastic was discarded in the bin below. Bringing his gloved hand up to your soaking cunt, Bucky pressed two fingers up against your opening, earning a terrified whine as you writhed against the restraints. “Gonna stretch you open with my fingers here, make sure everything’s okay inside. You gonna be a good girl and take Daddy’s fingers?” All you could do was sob inconsolably as his two thick digits pushed into your aching heat, squishing and squelching in a humiliating manner as he began pumping in and out of you roughly. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, his other hand coming down to clutch his erection.

“Doin’ so good, takin’ Buck’s fingers so well,” Steve praised, adding his own latex-covered hand into the mix by stealing some of your wetness and returning to his new favorite little button, rubbing in quick, tight circles.

You cried out hoarsely as Bucky found your g-spot, ramming his fingers relentlessly against the soft tissue while panting, “Fuck, that’s right. Can’t do anything but lie there and take it, drooling and crying all over herself like the dumb little baby she is. Look at that. Fuck.”

“Go on, sweetheart,” Steve cooed, sensing your impending orgasm as your legs shook against the stirrups. “Cum on Bucky’s fingers, that’s it, almost there-”

You let out a gutted cry as your third orgasm hit you, squirting out all over the two evil men who stood eagerly awaiting your release. “Shit. Fuck. Just like that,” Bucky groaned, unable to hold back as he came right there in his boxers.

“There you go, good girl, such a good girl for your daddies,” Steve sang over your mangled sobs as your body spasmed uncontrollably for what seemed like minutes before finally bottoming out and falling limp against the table. In the blur of the aftermath of your climax, you felt Bucky pulling out of you, Steve’s fingers finally leaving your swollen clit that was now painful to the touch. “Did so well, so, so well,” the blonde man continued to hum praises as he directed Bucky away to get cleaned up while pulling out a package of baby wipes.

“Now let’s get you all cleaned up, sweetpea,” Steve said with a loving smile, though you could barely see it through your red eyes, almost swollen shut from all your tears.

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got tagged in a little game by @jamneuromain and @nana1000night to list 5 of my (own) favorite fics:

egem | my best writing for sure! features daddies!ari and jakey. heavy on the hurt/comfort.

s&bg | my claim to medfet fame, starring soft!dark!doctors/daddies!steve and bucky. also (unintentionally and unknowingly) my first piss fic.

mess of a lesson | speaking of watersports, here are jakey and ari in a much darker setting. written for one of my recent blurb nights as a random add-in that no one asked for but everyone enjoyed.

darling dangers | still not over dark!best friends!ran and jakey. mean and soft respectively, boy do they make a punishing pair.

and you know, and so do i | never pass up an opportunity to promote this one. deeply personal and one of my favorite writing styles. been playing around with the idea of a sequel, based on phoebe bridgers’ cover of summer’s end.

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Hey! I was wondering if you are still continuing s&bs girl? Just wondering btw no pressure for any updates! <3

no sorry unfortunately i don’t think i’ll be writing any more for that series.

private practice is meant to be my new medfet + ddlg verse; i think s&bg fans might really like the similar themes and vibes i’m planning. hopefully you will be able to enjoy that stuff when it finally gets posted! 🩵🩶🤍