I'm a slut... Stalker Bucky with a breeding kink. Noncon please and thank you. 😖🙏🏼
No worries; you’re among fellow sluts here 🙏🏼(This obsessive Bucky isreal mushy, my dudes)
Warning: non con, stalking, breeding, light bondage
You braced yourself, your eyes shifting from side to side as youwaited for the locksmith to repair the bolts in your window. You hadhad to spend the previous night with them unlocked, and you didn’tget a wink of sleep. You didn’t dare close your eyes, in fear thatwhen you opened them you would be met with a stranger’s.
It had been two months, two weeks and three days since your peace ofmind had been put in jeopardy. It all started with a letter, brimmingwith declarations of love and devotion from a secret admirer, left inwith your mail. You laughed it off, deciding it had to be a prank,but ever since that day you had a little voice in the back of yourhead telling you to watch your back.
Two days later, there was a bouquet of red roses at your doorstep.Three more days, and it was an envelope with pictures of you goingabout your day, a little message scribbled on the back of eachphotography: “I love the sound of your laughter”, “You’re socute when you sneeze”, “I can’t wait for when we finally can gofurniture shopping together”, “I’ll never let you go”.
You talked to the cops and showed them the collected evidence, but asthe culprit had left no clues to lead them to his identity, and youcouldn’t even begin to imagine who might be sending you those, therewas nothing they could do. You didn’t have money to even buy acamera to catch the suspect in the act, much less to move and hopethey wouldn’t follow after, so you had no choice but to remain inyour home, where your stalker could always find you.
You spent the following weeks amassing all the little gifts youreceived and sending them to the police station. Nothing ever came ofit, despite the fact that the items grew progressively more complex,more fitted to your interests – trinkets that one might purchase onValentine’s day morphing into things you had picked up in storesbut put back on account of their being too expensive; the bouquetsstarted carrying your favorite flowers instead, filling the yourentrance with their sweet smell; the pictures your stalker took ofyou were all in your favorite angles, the ones you thought flatteredyou the best. All you could do was go about your life as if nothingstrange was happening, as if you weren’t terrified every wakingmoment.
Last night, though, your fear took a much more concrete form.
You came home to find your bedroom window wide open, the lock bustedfrom the outside. You had huddled in a corner and called the police,explaining the situation through your tears, but when they arrivedthere was none else at your place, and nothing had been stolen oreven moved. The officers left, one shaking his head and the othermumbling in annoyance. You didn’t expect they’d be of much helpif someone eventually broke in.
“M’am?” The locksmith called you, concern reflected in his blueeyes. You smiled at him, half sincere and half panicked. He was quitehandsome, but you were too distraught to give it more than a passingthought “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Ah – yes, of course. It’s the first door left down the hall.”
He nodded, fixed his gloves and left you alone to mull over yoursituation. Your stalker had never been explicitly violent, none oftheir letters expressed a desire to hurt you and he never tookanything. The sudden development from dedicated fan to literalintruder was worrisome. Had they been biding their time all thiswhile and were now ready to act on whatever plan they had?
The locksmith returned, offering you a small smile before gettingback to his work. New locks should see you through for a coupleweeks, and then… then you could leave this damn place.
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You had passed out cold quickly, feeling safer and exhausted. Youwere sure you would’ve slept for the entire night and then some,but it wasn’t to be.
Your eyes snapped open. It took you a moment to realize what thestrange weight on top of you was, but when you did you screamed.
A hand muffled your voice before you could get a single syllable out,and you latched onto the wrist attached to it on reflex. You pulledat the intruder’s arms furiously, tried to swivel your body to geta better leverage to push them off, but their legs pinned your, andyour wrists were tied to the headboard.
Once you stopped your pointless struggle and your eyes adjusted tothe darkness of the room you saw the eyes of your attacker andwhimpered when you recognized their blue hue.
How could you have been so stupid? You let a stranger intoyour house – a man nonetheless – and gave him free reign over itwhile you were too busy bemoaning your fate, not realizing that yourcarelessness was what had sealed it.
“Hey.” He smiled “Remember me?”
You waited for the locksmith to pull his hand from your mouth, but hedidn’t, so you just nodded, making his grin grow that much wider.
“I was scared you wouldn’t.” He ducked his head bashfully andchuckled “I’m sorry I had to do things like this. I couldn’twait to talk to you the normal way, you know? Couldn’t risk it.” He looked up and touched your cheeks “I know how to make you happy,I spent all this time learning about you… You don’t have to worryabout a thing.”
That was what it took for you to finally bite his palm, using whatyou hoped was force enough to pierce through flesh.
The man winced and pulled his hand away, but he gave you no time tocry for help, quickly pushing your face against the pillow you laidon.
“I know you’re not ready to accept me.” He said, wrapping hislegs over and around yours to lift his torso and kept you pinned downat the same time.
Something slid along the side of your body; something cold and hard.You feared it was a gun, until it reached your waistband, hookingaround it like a metallic claw and tugging at it.
“I know love takes time; everything good does. I’ll help youevery step of the way,” he punctuated the last word with a huff ashe pulled your panties down your legs “but I can’t let you ruinthis for us.”
He lifted his arm triumphantly, your underwear firmly clutched inbetween metal fingers. He turned your head to him and pressed againstyou cheeks until you had no choice but to unclench your jaw. Heshoved the cloth in your mouth, and in contrast to the aggression heused to do that, the kiss he placed on your open lips was soft assilk. You gagged as the scent of your own lubrication flooded yournostrils.
“Sorry. I didn’t even introduce myself.” The man stated,smoothing his palm over your brow as if to ease your frown. “Myname’s James, but… call me Bucky, okay?”
He didn’t wait for your response, kissinging the tip of your nosethen his way down your body. His movements were paradoxical, at timeshovering his lips over your skin and shuddering reverently, and atothers grasping at you like he wanted to rip you open and crawlinside.
You both gasped when he reached your pussy. You tried to close yourlegs, but his hands grasped your thighs and held them up against yourchest. He lingered above you, his breath giving you goosebumps. Helifted his head, presumably to look at you (youcouldn’t see hisface in the dark) and you felt his flesh hand tremble.
“You are beautiful.” He rasped “I… I didn’t know you’d beso beautiful.”
In the silence of the room, you could hear him swallow.
Bucky hovered his lips above your cunt, then, as if to gathercourage, he breathed you in before licking a path from your entranceto your clit. He trembled above you and looked up.
“And you taste so good.” He whispered airily, before ducking hishead down again.
The movements of his tongue mimicked those of his hands and lips whenhe had been exploring your body. He couldn’t decide between sucklingyour folds and diving inside you as if to devour you. You feltyourself growing wetter despite your wishes, and your hips did littleupward thrusts whenever he would lick your clitoris.
Bucky ripped himself away from you, so suddenly it looked likesomeone had pulled him up by the hair.
“Fuck, I’m close.” He panted, and you believed him. You couldsee the strain on his shoulders. “I’m sorry, I can’t make youcum yet. Can’t waste it.”
He grunted and dragged his body up until he was face to face withyou. His jaw and eyes glistened as he leaned over you to peck yourlips.
“I can’t wait for when you finally kiss me back.” He whispered,then bowed his head to nuzzle your neck.
He pulled his real hand away, and you used the opportunity to try andkick him. His metal fingers hardened against the flesh of your thigh,making you yell around the makeshift gag.
“Don’t.” He warned, looking up at you squeezing your leg alittle tighter before releasing “If you don’t struggle, I’m notgonna hurt you.”
He stared a little longer, then huffed and went back to your neckwhen you didn’t respond. He fiddled with his bottoms, slipping themdown just low enough to get his cock out. It slapped against yourass, already rock hard and leaking.
“I’m so sorry” he began, rubbing himself against your pussy “Icouldn’t make it more romantic. I’ll make it up to you. We have allthe time in the world…”
He pushed into you slowly, wheezing with each inch that entered yourquivering cunt. He bottomed out with a grunt, then fell on top ofyou, hugging your body to his and panting. You wished you could sayit was painful, but having him inside you felt horribly right.
“You’re squeezing me so tight.” He whispered against the top ofyour head. “It’s like you don’t want to let go.”
Bucky sighed in contentment and rutted against you. He moaned withevery slow roll of his hips, kissing your hair in between hisinterjections. It was a while of grinding before he began to plungeinto you, his pelvis doing all the work while his torso remained inplace, practically crushing you under his weight.
“It’s okay. I don’t want to let go either.”
His pubic bone bumped against your clitoris with each thrust, andalthough he huffed like a man who couldn’t handle anymore, his hipskept a steady pace that had you seeing stars. You hated the way yourbody reacted to his onslaught, growing slicker and becoming moreattuned to his, reacting like he was your lover rather than anassailant.
Your mewls were muffled by your panties and your loins burned as theysought more contact with the man above you. If Bucky didn’t stopsoon you’d end up coming and you couldn’t let that happen – notwhen he was already deluded enough to think you’d ever love him.You clamped down around him so he would finish faster, but all thatdid was make you feel even better.
“Look at me, look at me.” He murmured, cupping your cheeks andforcing you to lock eyes with him. “I’m so close, baby, I-”
He didn’t finish his sentence, fading into a cacophony of gruntsand his hips slammed into you relentlessly. You wheezed as breathingthrough the gag became harder with each of his thrusts. You felt youwere suffocating when you underwear was ripped off. You only had timeto take one gulp of air before Bucky crashed his lips against yoursin an open mouthed kiss.
Your brain short circuited; the lack of oxygen coupled with yourorgasm made the room spin around. You were just barely cognizant ofthe warmth pooling around in your core and the hissing sound aboveyou. Your body twisted until the pleasure slowly ebbed away and youcould finally think again. You had come, and he had come inyou.
“Get off me!” You tried to scream, but your throat was too sorefor the sound to come out as anything more than a rasp.
“No.” He sighed, thrusting upwards to stop his semi-soft dickfrom slipping out of you “Can’t waste a single drop.”
You frowned, wiggling your body to push him off. Bucky didn’tdislodge his pelvis from yours, only lifted his torso to look at you.His smile was sweet and fond, as if your eyes weren’t glossy withtears.
“I hope this isn’t too uncomfortable. I gotta make sure it’sgoing to take.” He whispered, and you mouthed ‘what?’ inreturn, your voice nearly gone, making him chuckle “Our baby.”
It was as if your larynx was constricting in on itself as your mindworked a million miles an hour to process his words. You couldn’tgrasp it, refused to to, even if he was being perfectly clear: thiswasn’t just a one time thing for him, and he intended to make yourbond to him permanent.
“Hey, it’s okay. I meant it when I said I would help you everystep of the way.” Bucky pressed a gentle lingering kiss to yourlips “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”
