Brooklyn’s Sweetheart Masterlist

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

Dada Forgot

Stucky x Little!Reader

Summary: Steve’s been overworking himself and you become a victim of his stress when he forgets you in the bath

A/n: I just created this account because I’m discovering the world of agere and found so much comfort from little!reader fics and wanted to create my own! Requests are very much appreciated or even just thoughts/ideas.

Steve had been working himself to the bone all week and not getting enough food, sleep, or cuddles from his two favourite people in the world. He’d basically been living in his office and Bucky was worried for him.

It had been another day of nonstop scanning through files for Steve when Bucky had entered the office. “Hey I’m going out to get groceries, do you think you have time to give Y/n a bath while I’m gone? She’s playing in the yard and has mud all over her.” he had asked while waiting for the blonde to finally look away from his desk. “Huh? Oh yeah sure of course” he responded, giving the brunette a weak smile. “Thanks babe.” Bucky nodded before closing the door and heading out to the store.

Steve had been so absorbed in his work that he didn’t realize half an hour had gone by since Bucky left the room and decided it was a good time to take a break. He walked into the yard to find you playing with patch of flowers, ignoring that you were sitting right over dry mud and smiled to himself before scooping you up onto his hip. “Alright messy girl time for a bath” he told you as he brought you into the bathroom. 

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Length: 2,400 exactly Warnings: none

SIX MONTHS LATER

“That is not - You’re a damn liar, Bucky Barnes - and then he -.” You were laughing so hard you were wheezing, bracing yourself against the counter with a handful of raw, ground beef. Laughter had interrupted you in the middle of forming burger patties, and you were unable to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks.

“That’s exactly how it happened!” Bucky swung the fridge open, grabbed a couple of beers, and handed one to Sam. They popped the bottle tops in unison, the fizzing sound getting lost behind your laughter. Bucky and Sam were smiling, laughing more at you than the story - which you found hilarious

“You were standing there - oh my god, I’m crying - ok, Sam, so he’s standing there in front of the half-painted wall at the art gallery, head cocked to the side like a confused cocker spaniel, just starin’ at this wall -” you were gasping for breath, laughing so hard that you had trouble getting the words out. You certainly weren’t able to shape the ground beef into hamburger round. -” and when I came back from the bathroom, he’s still standing there in front of this WET PAINT sign on the wall. And he goes, ‘I don’t get modern art.’” You dropped your voice and did your best Bucky impression. “It wasn’t an exhibit. They were painting the god damn wall, and he thought -” you collapsed into laughter again, the sound contagious and causing Sam to join in with you. Bucky finally caved and smiled, able to see the humor in the misunderstanding.

“Everyone’s a critic.” Bucky rolled his eyes and took a swig from his bottle. “You know, in my defense, when I used to go to art galleries - “

Sam cut him off. “What, it was drawings on the inside of cave walls?” He smacked Bucky across the chest with the back of his hand, and the two started bickering back and forth, each digging into their memories of each other to pull out the most embarrassing ones they could find.

As you caught your breath, you stood back up and shrugged your shoulders to wipe your eyes. You’d been trying to convince Bucky to get out more and explore the town with you. He’d adamantly disagreed, but you had managed to bully him into indulging you, pulling him out of the house, and breaking his humdrum routine with little more than a well-timed smile and a tender squeeze of the hand. The more adventures you’d convinced him to go on, the more he was willing to join you on, and you’d finally convinced him to explore the hoity-toity gallery with the brass doors. You had a feeling the visit was going to be the first and last time he ever went, but you considered the day an absolute success. You’d held onto the story for almost an entire week, waiting for Sunday Family Movie Night to tell Sam.

Laughter contained, you nudged Alpine out of the way and chastised her for continuing to climb on the counter when she knew she wasn’t allowed. Beside you, Sam and Bucky continued their storytelling, which had since devolved into each of them claiming the other was misremembering things. Sam’s voice carried through the house even as the two men headed outside to the backyard.

“Silly kitty, no hamburgers for you.” Working around the fluffy white cat, you shaped the meat into patties and shooed the feline away again before turning your back on her to wash your hands and deliver the platter of raw burgers outside to the boys.

Sam and Bucky were standing in front of Bucky’s new grill, dorking out over the features that Bucky had been blown away by. It had taken them a few hours to assemble the metal beast, during which Sam had heard enough about BTUs and infinity ignitions and propane that he’d threatened to start calling Bucky Hank Hill. Now that the monstrosity was put together, they were ready for Hank Grill’s inaugural cook. Yes, they named the grill.

“You know, it’s not fair. If you get a grill, I should get a pool.” Since summer had hit, you’d been practically begging Bucky to consider a pool for the backyard, but he wasn’t convinced. He was never convinced. Getting him to commit to anything was still like pulling teeth. It had taken him almost two months to decide on which grill to get, and making the decision to get a pool was astronomically more complex than choosing between Weber or Napoleon.

“You already have a pool.” Refusing to engage in the same silly spat that you two had been having for weeks now, Bucky plopped the burgers down onto the grill. Sizzles sounded all around, growing in volume and drowning out any conversation. When he was done placing them all down, he handed you back the empty platter and pointed across the back lawn with his spatula.

“What the hell, Bucky. That isn’t a pool. That’s not even a bathtub. That’s a birdbath.” Sam came to your defense, coming over and draping his arm over your shoulders in solidarity.

He was right. Your “pool” was the same classic, shallow, plastic baby pool that every mega-mart sold each summer. You’d been lucky enough to find a pink one with cartoon crabs and starfish on it, and while it was adorable, it did not do the job.

“Sure it is. It’s a pool.”

“For babies!” Sam argued.

“Yeah, not only can I not lie down in it - it doesn’t even cover my boobies when I try to. My legs hang out the side, and I gotta dump it all the time so skeeters don't start breeding it.” Even though the humid heat of Lousianna was hard to endure, doing so while being attacked by mosquitos was even tougher.

“Yeah, think of her boobies, Barnes.”

Sighing with the spatula still in hand, Bucky threatened Sam if he said the word boobies again.

You elbowed Sam in the side while Bucky glared at him. “You’re trying to get him riled up, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at Sam, and he winked at you.

“When he lets you get shot next mission, this is why,” you warned Sam before heading back inside into the cool air.

In the kitchen, you washed the platter and dried it off so it was ready for the burgers when they were done cooking. Alpine chased you around as you maneuvered around the kitchen, stepping in between your legs and rubbing against your ankles. “Get a cat, Bucky said. It will be fun, Bucky said.” You tripped over your own feet to avoid running into the kitten and caught yourself against the fridge.

“Come here, ya little shit.” Scooping the ball of fluff up, you draped her over your shoulders like a fur stole with her front and back paws on either side of your neck. Alpine rode along with you while you opened the fridge and pulled out the fixings for the burgers along with the sides of coleslaw and potato salad. After a quick thought, you grabbed another round of beers for Bucky and Sam and added them to the things on the counter.

All that was missing was the buns. Of course, someone always managed to forget something on the grocery list, and you were just glad that you had caught the oversight while there was still time to put in a grocery delivery order. Waiting with your hands on your hips, you looked over at the clock on the microwave before pulling your phone out of your back pocket and checking on the delivery status. Right on cue, the doorbell rang as the app chirped at the groceries arrival, and you sent Alpine off to play before going to the door.

Even though you set her down, the ball of fluff followed you over to the door, running in between your legs, butting up against your ankles, trying to convince you to pick her back up, or else she would continue to try to trip you up.

“Geeze, fine. Lemme get the groceries first.” Toeing her out of your way gently, you snuck the front door open to grab the bags that had been set on the other side. Gathering them, you smiled as the welcome mat you’d picked out was revealed. It wasn’t anything special - just a natural fiber doormat with the phrase “No Shoes, Pants Optional” scrawled across it in a curvy, flourished font.

You smiled at the memory. When you had brought the doormat home, unfurling it in the kitchen, proudly showing it off to Bucky as he poured a cup of coffee, he immediately stopped what he was doing and charged you. The house had been filled with your squeals and his taunts as he chased you around the island until he jumped over it to catch you, pulling you down to the floor with his arms around your waist, demanding you follow the new house rule and lose the pants.

The two of you had laughed through sex on the kitchen floor, and eventually, you had convinced him to stick the new welcome mat outside. He was not as amused the next time Sam came over for movie night and immediately went to remove his pants.

Alpine’s needy mews followed you into the kitchen, and she jumped back onto the counter as you unpacked groceries, and you gave up trying to keep her off the counters. Working around her, you put the groceries away and collected the bags. You were ready to ball them up and shove them inside the bag full of bags in the pantry when you felt something crumple inside. Unballing it, you dumped it out onto the counter and watched as a plain, white envelope fluttered onto the table.

Not thinking much of it, you put the bags away before picking it back up. Bending down and leaning against the island on your elbows, you flipped it over looking for addressee information or any other clue as to what it was about, but it was blank both front and back. Hoping for coupons or some other promotional mail from the store, you tore the envelope open and found that didn’t seem to be the case.

Your brow furrowed as you pulled out a sheet of computer paper that had been folded precisely into thirds, with thin, sharp edges pressed into the seams. Doing the same as you had with the envelope, you turned the paper over once or twice before unfolding it. As you flipped up the top flap, a feeling of apprehension had your stomach dropping into your toes, and that feeling was confirmed as the bottom third fell open and revealed the message, written neatly in the middle of the page. All at once, your mouth went dry while your spit turned to battery acid on your tongue.

Your eyes traced over the words. The letter consisted of six words. Six words were all it took for foreboding, anger, and then worry for Bucky to wash over you. Reading the missive a few times over, you felt the letter fall from your fingers as you registered Bucky’s voice calling you from outside.

“Hey, doll, what’s takin’ so long?” He was inside the house now, and you could hear him making his way to the kitchen from the back door. “We need the platter.” He beamed at you as he came into the room, stopping to give your temple a kiss before going round to the sink and grabbing the freshly washed platter from the drying rack.

“Buns come?” He acted like he was going to smack yours with the plastic tray, and you held your finger up at him in warning. He paused in mid-air but lowered his weapon.

“Yeah, they came, but - “

-”Everything ready?” Bucky opened the glass jar of pickle slices and fished one out with his fingers.

“Yeah, but -”

Bucky interrupted you again. “It’s incredible we didn’t think to cut the pickles lengthwise back then.” He slurped down another pickle and crunched his way through his sentence, speaking with his mouth full.

Realizing you weren’t going to get a word in edgewise, you pulled the jar of pickles away from him and held the note in front of him.

“What’s this?” Bucky wiped his fingers on the back of his jeans before he took the paper, shaking it open to read the penmanship written in pencil.

Immediately, his brows furrowed, and he looked between you and the letter.

“It showed up with the groceries. No one was there. It was in the bottom of a bag.” You told him everything you knew while scooping Alpine up to your chest. She began purring immediately, and you automatically began scratching the spot between her eyes that made them flutter close and her body go loose.

Bucky looked at you intently, and his tongue ran along his bottom lip. You could see the gears in his mind working. They were connecting dots that he didn’t think would ever be linked together again, and his face was a mix of disbelief and anger and excitement. Whatever emotions he was feeling, he was caught up in them, unmoving.

“Here.” You handed the cat over to Bucky, who cradled her in his vibranium arm and went to take the platter from him. “I’m going to go get some burgers and get Sam.”

“No, it’s fine. I got it.” Bucky shifted Alpine back over to you and tossed the letter onto the counter dismissively. “I don’t have anything to say to him anyway.” Taking the platter back from you, he tucked it under his arm while he pulled another long pickle slice from the jar and folded it into his mouth. “Burgers’ll be up in a sec. Go ahead and cut the tomatoes and onions?”

You nodded, intent on his reaction.

“Thanks, doll.” He pressed a vinegary kiss to the side of your mouth and squeezed your side before heading back outside, leaving the letter on the counter.

Even while grabbing a cutting board and cutting thick slices of juicy beefsteak tomatoes and thin slivers of red onion, you eyed the letter, still wondering how so few words could have such an impact.

Buck,

We need to talk.

-Steve

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Hi 🥰

Could I request a hurt/comfort and smut story with Bucky including lactation kink/breast play.

Thank you 💛🦁

─── 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐛.𝐛 ───

pairing: husband!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: smut {breast play, lactation kink, soft breeding kink, fingering, slight pussyjob, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of the word daddy but moreso for teasing not as a kink}, description of reader’s body {swollen breasts, post-partum physicality}, insecurities, implied body dysmorphia, comforting fluff {we all deserve a partner like bucky}

writer’s notes: it’s been a minute since i wrote something with such filth, but this was a lot of fun to indulge in! it’s not super long but i hope you still enjoy. thank you for sending in this request, lovely <3

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“There you are, sweetheart.” Bucky sounds from the doorway; voice gentle as he crosses the threshold. “I was wonderin’ where you ran off to.”

Turning away from the mirror, your hands are still warm against your stomach; fingers caressing the sunken skin timidly.

A look of understanding flashes across his face; empathy reflecting in his eyes as he notices your reluctant smile. “What’s goin’ on? Do you want to talk about it?”

Shaking your head, you melt in his arms as they wrap around you; pulling you into his chest. “Not right now, Buck.”

“Okay,” he whispers against your hair. “That’s okay, honey.”

If there was one thing you would always be grateful for, it was the way Bucky trusted your sentiments — knowing that when you were ready, you’d open up. Just as he did with you.

Still, he can’t help the worry that clouds his thoughts. The birth of your son, Georgie, had taken a lot out of you — it was a complicated pregnancy and post-partum hadn’t been any easier.

Although your baby was healthy; a sweet little boy that had your kind eyes and Bucky’s gummy smile — he wasn’t nearly as settled at home as he was those first nights in the hospital.

When you’d gone for his six week appointment, the Doctors had informed you of Colic and how it could be affecting Georgie. You were both grateful for the knowledge, learning how to navigate a routine that would help him calm. It’d been four weeks since then, and the two of you had persevered as best as you could; working through the ever constant changes as a unit.

However, it meant that other issues were going unspoken. A prominent one, for you, being that you hadn’t been feeling very comfortable in your own skin.

It wasn’t the stretch marks, no. Those were a natural, beautiful reminder that you’d given your baby boy a home to grow in. But, it was almost as if you were living in a stranger’s body — barely recognisable to your own mind as you stared in the mirror.

These were emotions that you hadn’t anticipated — either everyone you knew hadn’t gone through a similar experience, or they lied. And attempting to manage these new feelings was proving to be much more difficult than you could have ever imagined.

But you were trying; pushing through the darkness that threatened to take over. There was an appointment circled on the calendar with a counsellor for next week, and you’d been more open to seeing your friends for lunch dates as an opportunity to get out of the house more.

Still, it was a work in progress. One that your husband was honoured to hold your hand in.

“C’mere.” Bucky’s guides you towards the bed, hands slipping under your negligee. “‘S been a while since we’ve had some time to ourselves, hasn’t it, sweetheart?”

Softly, your fingers glide through his brunette tresses; happy that he had decided to grow it out again.

Bucky’s lips descend upon your neck; the feeling of his stubble against the sensitive skin making you sigh. “Missed bein’ like this with you,” he says. “Bein’ able to touch my gorgeous wife.”

“Smooth talker,” you tease; already feeling your worries ease with the way he was comforting you. Cupping his jaw in your palms, you bring his mouth to yours. “I missed you too, honey.”

After the cesarean, you’d been taking it easy. Not because you felt as though you had to, but moreso because of Bucky’s overprotective nature. Besides holding your son, your husband hadn’t let you lift a single finger, “Need you healthy and happy, Mama. That means rest.”

However, that also meant the two of you hadn’t been intimate in months. And though it wasn’t mentioned, you knew how important physical touch was for him and that this change was just as difficult for Bucky, as it was for you.

The hem of the lace ascends from your body, your husband’s hands pulling it off in one go. You don’t have time to think about covering yourself, not as Bucky praises you. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”

He towers over you, gently pushing you so that your back meets the plush mattress. Your legs are spread wide; opening for him to settle between after removing his clothes.

Fingers trail down your neck, sliding between the valley of your breasts. At the sensation of his metal appendage pinching your pert bud; your back arches as you gasp his name — a plea for more.

“Look’it that, honey.” His voice oozes like a saccharine caramel, filling your senses with complete and utter delight.

Milk flows from your nipple, causing a line to trail down. Bucky wastes no time chasing it with his tongue, humming a pleased sound as he does. “Taste so sweet.”

Bucky was hot and heavy against your centre, leaking as his hips slowly began to move, pulsing through your folds as he gently suckled. He moaned deeply as you tugged on his locks, pressing your chest into his mouth further as it eased some of the weight you felt in your breast.

“Oh my god,” you whine; head thrown back against the pillows. “Just like that, Buck. Feels s’good!”

Thrumming with pride, Bucky massaged your breasts; cradling the swollen globes as he was encouraged by your heady moans. The milky liquid descends, and your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight of your husband so enthralled by it.

His pupils were blown to obsidian, too enamoured with the way you’d started grinding back against his length. Coating his cock in your slick as he glided between your puffy folds. He could feel his balls growing heavier with each swipe; getting more desperate with each mewel that left your throat.

It was spilling past his lips as he hungrily swallowed the nectar, flicking his eyes to your heaving chest once more before he pulled back. Bucky’s hand moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re perfect, y’know that?” He growls, licking his lips. “Remember the first time we did that? You were so shy, so cute about it. Now you beg for it, get needy for it, don’t ya?”

“Yes! God, Bucky, I love it.” Your tongues meet sensually, whimpering as he steals any sanity you had left. “I love you.”

He grins, bright and wide before kissing you again. “I love you, so much, sweetheart. Gave me everything I never thought I could have.”

The moment is sweet, butterflies erupting as he gazed at you as though it was the first time.

“And I have to admit…” his tone is teasing; mouth sucking bruises into your neck. “Seein’ you with our son makes me think about it even more. How I can’t wait to grow our family… how beautiful you look when you’re pregnant, swollen with our child inside.”

“Buck…” your voice is wispy, breathless. “Thought we were gonna wait awhile before the next one.”

His chuckle vibrates your body, “I know, I know. I shouldn’t even mention it.” The feeling of his tender palm against your stomach has your gut twisting; memories of how he’d cherished you throughout your entire pregnancy flittering through your mind. “Jus’ can’t help myself when you’re under me. How badly I want to fill you up, make you stay on my cock all night so it takes.”

“Y-you can’t just say things like that,” you giggle. Though your legs tighten around his waist.

“No?” He smirks against your cheek; knowing you so well. “But weren’t you the one that begged me for it, sweetheart? Wanted to be full of me, you never let me leave this sweet cunt when we had the chance.”

It takes you by surprise when two fingers trace your soaping entrance, not wasting anytime before they enter; curling against that spongy patch that had you crying out.

“So wet for me, honey. Little hole is just beggin’ for it, ain’t she?”

He does it on purpose, the way his wedding ring is pressed against your centre with each searing thrust. You’d told him once how it’d turned you on, and he’d been using it against you ever since.

“Need you to come for me first, if you want to take my cock, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it, how you need it.”

The raspy, gravelly growl of his voice is your undoing. Your fingers find his shoulders, creating mini crescents as you dig them into his skin; keening as he pulls you through it, not stopping his ministrations until your body is quivering, hiccups escaping as he hushes you.

“So pretty when you let yourself go for me, oh look at that…” Bucky brings his fingers to his mouth, your juices glistening as he licks them clean. “Like peaches, sweetheart.”

If you weren’t so overcome with desire, you’d laugh at the absurdity. “C’mon, daddy.” Your hands migrate to the sides of his face, bringing him in close. “Fuck me.”

The praising title shoots straight to his groin; groaning as he drops his forehead to yours. “I’m married to a minx.”

“You love it.”

And yeah, he really does.

Guiding his length to your waiting entrance, he sinks in slowly; both of you moaning at the way your channel welcomes him in, walls gripping his cock snug as his pelvis becomes flush with yours.

Bucky’s grip moves to the space your hips meet your thighs, curling them around for leverage as he begins moving. Long, languid strokes leave you meweling, and you wrap your fingers around Bucky’s wrists as you encourage him to go deeper.

“Hear that, sweetheart? So wet for me, aren’t you? Just askin’ to be bred.” He hums contemplative before grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head.

Interlocking your fingers with his, the two of you share a heated kiss, panting into each other’s mouths as his pace quickens. “God, you’re so thick, so deep inside.”

“I know, I know,” he whispers; ghosting over your ear. “But you take it so well, don’t you? Were made to take me.”

“Yes! Yeah, Buck. For you, all for you!” You’re rambling, unable to make coherent sentences when all you can focus on is the feeling of his girth splitting you open.

Letting go of your hands, his descend your body; the wedding ring is cool against your throat, barely pressing down. But he keeps it there, holding onto you in a way that binds your trust.

Metal finds your swollen breasts, fiddling with them on his way down to your creamy, sensitive core. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He asks. “Can feel that pretty cunt cryin’ for it.”

With each deep pump of his cock nudging your cervix, your cunt begins to constrict as your orgasm builds. “Yes! Bucky, fuck. I’m so close,” you sob. “Fuck me s’good, fill me up so well, oh my god!”

“Go on, honey.” He encourages, spitting onto his fingers as draws circles on your bundle of nerves. “Make a mess all over my cock, and I promise I’ll fill you up.” Bucky leans closer, forcing you to look at him. “Maybe this’ll get you knocked up again, hm? Just so needy for my cock inside of ya, always wantin’ to be filled with my seed.”

It feels like you’re burning; body thriving as molten lava courses through your veins at the implication. You’re mindless, completely under the spell of Bucky’s words as he spits utter filth.

“That’s right, ain’t it, honey? You wanna be nothin’ but a used leaking mess, just a tight cunt for me to pump into.”

Your orgasm is shattering; ripping through you as your walls suffocate his cock, moaning incoherently as your juices squirt over his lower half.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, so good for me. That’s it, keep comin’ on my cock.” Bucky husks, his thrusts getting sloppy as he feels his own release impending. “‘M gonna fill up this hot cunt, stay plugged inside of you so we make sure it takes. You’re gonna look so beautiful, all filled out and glowing. Shit, take it— fucking take my come, that’s it, sweetheart.”

Warmth floods your channel, his seed oozing from your abused hole as his cock throbs with each pump. His hips slow to a small grind, spending his last droplets until coming to an end.

Focusing on the sight in front of you, a sense of content falls over you as you’re greeted with an adoring husband. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

A giggle bubbles in your throat as you notice his gummy grin. “Like I need to go get Plan B.”

What you expect is for Bucky to laugh with you, but the tender expression on his face has worry begin to fester. “Would it be so bad?” he wonders; features soft and lax as he traces his index over your cheek. “To have another baby…”

“Of course not, Buck… but Georgie’s barely five months and I want us to enjoy this time with him before worrying about another little one.” The words aren’t meant to be harsh, completely the opposite — the thought of what you’re family could be settles a fondness deep within your chest. But there was still so much you wanted to experience, and you knew now wasn’t the right time.

Bucky see’s it on your face; reads you knowingly as he mulls over your explaination. “Sorry, I think I just got caught up…”

Your smile is small, kind. “It’s okay, baby. I love knowing that you imagine our future, and I can’t wait until this house is nothing but noise.”

“I love you.” It’s not said to be distracting, but because Bucky can’t think of a sentence more perfect than that. You’d given him everything — things he’d never thought possible, and you’d done it all with a tender heart.

Finding his hand, you bring it to your lips as you promise, “Always.”

The Winter Soldier Comes Out To Play // Bucky x reader

Summary:  Bucky nearly gets compromised during a mission, but what happens when he comes back and you get injured.

Warnings: 18+ readers only, smut, winter soldier, dark!bucky, soft!bucky, choking, slight injured reader, protective bucky, possesive, rough sex, oral sex, multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, multiple cumshots, creampie

Word: 4.9k

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Too Bright

Word count: 351

posted: july 12, 2021

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It’s late morning and you and Vinnie are cuddling in his bed. You are laying on his stomach with the blanket over your head because of the sun streaming into the room while he was scrolling on his phone, his hand tracing patterns on your back. All of a sudden someone knocks on your door.

“Come in” Vinnie says, loud enough for them to hear but not so loud as to wake you up.

Alex swings the door open, saying, “hey dude, can you-”

“Shhhh bro she’s sleeping” he whispers, cutting him off.

“Oh… where is she?” Alex asks, looking around the room for you, not seeing you on the bed.

At that vinnie chuckles, pulling the top of the covers back so your head can be seen. You groan, wrapping your arms tighter around him and moving your face further into his stomach.

“I’m sorry, love,” he says, moving the cover back over your head.

“Dude isn’t she suffocating?” Alex asks quietly, laughing.

“No, she just can’t sleep with all this sunlight and she doesn’t naturally wake up for like another hour,” he says laughing and going back to rubbing his hand along your back.

“Ok dude well just come find me when y’all get up then I guess,” Alex says walking out and closing the door.

After a while, you shift, moving the covers off your head and resting your chin on vinnie’s chest.

“Morning, beautiful. You’re up early” he says moving to briefly kiss you.

“Mornin’. I’m up early because someone moved the covers off my head and the sun woke me up,” you say, playfully aggravated.

“Sorry, my love.” Vinnie says laughing, “but I told Alex you wouldn’t be awake for another hour so we can stay here and cuddle until then if you want.”

“I would love that,” you reply, placing a kiss to his collarbone and burying your face in his neck before grumbling, “but after that I am ordering you some blackout curtains.”

At that vinnie laughs, placing a kiss to the top of your head and saying, “ok my love. Whatever you want.”

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pairing: bucky x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, NSFW, mentions of pregnancy, lactation kink, boobies, established relationship (bucky x reader), lmk if there’s more.

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Sitting at the table with all your friends at another one of Tony’s parties was nice. It was both yours and Bucky’s first ever party since having a child a few months ago. The parties continued in your absence but were obviously no longer a priority for you or Bucky now that you had a bundle of life to care for.

This one, however, was quite special. It was Tony’s birthday.

Lavish as ever, the party consisted of a three course meal. You almost wished you were pregnant again so as to not feel guilty for eating so much, but once you saw that everyone was pretty much in the same boat, you no longer cared.

Not only was this the first party since having your baby, it was also really the first time leaving her alone in general. Of course, she wasn’t alone alone. She was being baby-sat by Sam’s sister, Sarah. You both had your worries about leaving her alone, whether it was Sarah, Steve, or even Queen Elizabeth, you just worried.

You missed her dearly as well. Right about now, she’d be getting ready for bed, probably still full of energy with her father trying desperately to tire her out, but was probably only fuelling her even more.

Snapping you out of your thoughts was the sudden ache in your boobs that came and went every now and then due to your pregnancy. The pain was bearable at times, but it was when you started leaking that it was a problem… such as now.

With Bucky and the rest of your friends all engrossed in some story Steve was telling, you quietly stood from your chair and excused yourself to the bathroom.

Bucky gave you a look of slight concern- something he had grown accustomed to ever since you fell pregnant- but your hand caressing his shoulder told him not to worry.

Even though, he probably should.

The walk to the bathroom only seemed to worsen the pain, every step just making it worse. As soon as you shut the door to the private bathroom, you locked it before pulling your tits completely out of the confines of your dress.

“Oh, God.” You groaned at the pain. They had noticeably swelled and were just aching to be… milked. Grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser, you dabbed around your nipples to get rid of the wetness.

You knew it was no use, seeing as they just started leaking again and would probably continue to do so until you could probably pump them.

You debated stuffing toilet paper down your dress and over your nipples but knew it would probably show through the dress and also need changing every few minutes. And besides, the pain was only getting worse.

The party hadn’t even really started yet. You hadn’t even sung happy birthday to Tony yet or cut the cake. He probably wouldn’t care if you or Bucky left, but you want some of that damn cake because you know it’ll be the best damn cake you’ll ever eat until Tony’s next party- you couldn’t wait that long.

Opting for your last resort, you pulled up your phone and flicked Bucky a message.

‘Help, please 😥 Bathroom.’

The use of the emoji would let him know that you weren’t in immediate danger- which you had mistakenly worried him for once before. Bucky had thought you were in serious trouble once when you had sent an ‘SOS 😰’ message while at a different party. He had freaked out not knowing where you were or what had happened. When he found you, you were fine and just wanted to leave the party. He was a little angry with you for getting him so worried, to which you defended yourself with ‘Buck, if I have enough time to search for and choose an emoji, I’m not in danger’.

The knock of the bathroom door, followed by Bucky’s soft, “Honey?” Caused you to momentarily pull your dress back up and at least make yourself decent before opening the door and pulling him in, shutting it behind him and locking it.

He looked at you worriedly, but raised his brows once you had pulled your dress back down.

“I don’t have my pump and they hurt so bad.” You quickly explain, resting your head against his shoulder tiredly.

“O-okay, what should I do?” He asked, not quite knowing what exactly to do in this current predicament, “You can’t like just squeeze it out into the sink?”

“It hurts when I squeeze it out like that.” You sighed. You knew what could solve this issue immediately. You knew from the moment you walked into the bathroom and saw how swollen they had gotten. Taking your head off Bucky’s shoulder, you ran your hands down his chest, straightening his lapels out of nervousness for what you were about to ask. “I need you to-“ You looked up at him now, “To suck on them.”

He opened his mouth to speak as he looked over you, but no words came out.

Instead, he guided you to sit atop the counter, helping you up in the process, as he became level with your tits.

He was obviously no stranger to your boobs. You had a child for Christs Sake. But you still felt oddly foreign to this kind of intimacy.

All your thoughts had washed away when Bucky had closed his mouth around your left nipple (the one he knew you despised). He was cupping both so delicately as to not hurt you, but you shut your eyes in pure bliss as you felt the release and the pain slowly dissipate.

Running your hand through his long strands, you massaged his scalp gratefully as he finished up on the left side.

“Compliments to the chef.” He said, wiping his mouth and you gave him a hazy smile, trying not to give in and laugh at his stupid comment, “It’s actually really good. It’s like sweet.”

“Shut up and keep going.” You shook your head with a smile. You were still in pain from your right boob and you wanted it gone immediately now that your left was satisfied, “It feels so nice not having teeth sinking into them for once.” You noted as he softly sucked where’s your baby would, unknowingly of course, use both her gums and now her gradual teeth on you. You should never had said this though, because Bucky thought it would be funny to softly bite down on your nipple, causing you to jolt and accidentally tug on his hair, “Ow!”

He continued sucking until he felt you fully relaxed in his hold. He knew your body like that.

“Better?” He asked as he pulled away, grabbing a paper towel to wipe you down.

You nodded, leaning back against the mirror as he cleaned you up, “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girls.” He places a kiss to both of them before pulling your dress back up to cover them.

Well, there was one thing you knew for sure. You had married the right one.

Oh and also, maybe to always carry a pump with you. Just in case Bucky’s not there.

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After the incident in the bathroom, you and Bucky had since settled back at your table, still awaiting the cake as Tony went off mingling.

Besides, everyone needed some time to make space in their stomachs for more food.

“Drink?” Bucky asked you, standing up out of his chair.

You looked up at him and around all the other men who had seemed to be standing and taking drink orders.

“Just a refill?” You asked, offering your empty glass to him. Though you were no longer pregnant, you didn’t really feel like drinking and instead opted for raspberry lemonade. Taking your glass, not missing the knowing glance he sent your way, he and the guys fled to the bar to fetch more drinks, leaving you and the rest of the girls at the table.

You kept to yourself as the others talked, admiring your husbands suit for the night as he ordered the drinks.

Only, you were so immersed in the back of his head and ass that you barely even realised that your table had gone silent and almost everyone was looking at you.

“You two are disgusting.” Natasha spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. Though her words sounded spiteful, the smile on her- and everyone else’s- face said otherwise.

You were utterly confused.

“What?” You ask genuinely. Slightly panicking that you had unknowingly orgasmed at the sight of your husband or something.

Natasha scoffs as Wanda, Maria and Carol smile harder, “You leave the table with your boobs a double D cup, come back a D. And Bucky won’t stop licking his lips and staring at your tits.”

Fuck.

“Fuckin’ trained assassin.” You shook your head in disbelief that she had figured you out purely based off of the size of your tits and Bucky’s not-so subtle behaviour. “I didn’t have my pump.” You defend to the rest of them, but they all just playfully roll their eyes. “Well when one of you have a baby and start leaking on your favourite dress at a big party, don’t expect me to offer my pump.”

“Are you referring to an actual pump or Bucky?”

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summary | when bucky brings his new baby girl in for a check-up, steve does everything he can to make the worst part of the exam more enjoyable.

pairing | soft!dark!doctor!steve rogers x bucky’s little!reader

warnings | dubcon? (reader is crying, scared, disoriented), dark!steve (though he’s so so soft <3), ddlg (daddy!bucky - not present, little!reader), medfet elements (rectal thermometer, lube, gloves, exam table, depictions of medical setting and procedures), anal play, crying, fingering, forced (?) orgasm, squirting, tiniest bit of overstim, praise, little bit of soft humiliation maybe?, past-tense third-person bc why tf not

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an | alright fellow whores, this one hasn’t been on my list for too long but the idea’s been living in my head rent-free since it popped up in my brain so i just had to do it lol. hope you all love soft!dark!doctor!steve here just as much as i do <3

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With her bare bottom spread wide open to brave the chilly air of the exam room, held in place by the firm triangular cushion propped up below her lower belly, all poor y/n could do was whimper in humiliation, the sound muffled by the nub of the baby blue paci stuffed between her lips.

“It’s alright, y/n,” the kind man murmured beside her as he stood at his metal bedside cart, preparing the necessary equipment for the procedure he was about to perform. “Promise I’ll be nice and gentle, sweetheart. Know that’s such a strange place to be probed in, but we’ll go real slow and steady; nothing’s gonna hurt.”

Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down carefully as the muscles of his forearms bulged against the fabric, Steve grabbed a pair of nitrile exam gloves from a box beside the sink, snapping them onto one hand, then the other. Trying to keep her eyes free of tears, y/n winced at the sound, the doctor quick to notice her frightened response. “Shhh, you’re okay, doll,” he hummed, picking up the medical-grade rectal thermometer by the squared base as well as the unopened packet of lubricating jelly and a lined gauze napkin before turning back to the exam table, stationing himself at the foot it where the girl was so vulnerably positioned.

“Being so good for me, darlin’. Your daddy’s gonna be so proud of you when we’re all done, gonna tell him all about how brave you were for me,” Steve soothed as he rubbed a gentle gloved hand over the poor thing’s quivering ass. Y/n sniffled, her bottom lip trembling horribly against her paci as she did her best not to squirm. She wanted to be good for the doctor; she really did, but nothing had ever been put in her bottom before, and what made the situation even worse was that Bucky, her daddy, hadn’t been allowed back in the exam room with her to hold her hand through the experience.

“Just putting this here to catch anything that might drip,” the doctor explained as he laid down the napkin on top of the flimsy exam-table paper. “Now we’re putting some jelly on here so the tip will slide in nice and smoothly,” he continued as he tore open the white packet, applying the clear goo generously to the cool metal tip of the instrument. Turning his attention to the girl’s puckered opening, Steve saw that the poor thing’s rosebud was quite literally trembling; softening his voice, he cooed, “Alright, sweetheart. Gonna be a little bit cold, but it shouldn’t hurt. Take a deep breath in for me, y/n. That’s it-”

A strained whine sounded from y/n as the man began easing the tool into her virgin hole. “Shh-shh shh, it’s okay- oh sweetheart,” Steve frowned as his patient began to sob softly into her arm, “doing so well, doll, being so brave- here, this should help with the burning.” As he continued to coax the length of the thermometer in, his other gloved hand found the little girl’s slit; unsurprisingly, a coat of slick had formed between the folds of flesh. Dragging his fingers up, the doctor found her clit, gently beginning to rub the sensitive bud with his thumb while he pressed a finger against her leaking opening, relieved to hear a soft moan escaping her as he began filling her with his digit.

“That’s it, good girl,” Steve hummed lowly as he managed to insert the rest of the instrument into her bottom with ease, continuing to massage along her inner walls with his finger while working tender circles over her bundle of nerves with his thumb. “Now we’ll just let it read- don’t worry, little one. I’ll keep you busy down here ‘til it’s done,” he promised, tapping against the girl’s clit as she ground her hips down slightly against his hand, causing the blonde-haired man to smile. “That’s it, y/n. It’s alright, know that must feel so good. Just let the doctor take care of you, hmm?” he hummed as he worked a second finger into her squelching heat, her arousal dripping down onto the gauze below her as she groaned softly, struggling to keep her eyes open.

Nursing at her pacifier needily in an attempt to soften her pathetic whimpers and moans, y/n could barely keep her head propped up against her arm, a tingling knot beginning to form in her lower belly as the doctor worked her body with ease, his masterful touch unsurprising given his line of work. “P-please doctor,” the squirming girl begged as she shook her head anxiously, her toes curling in anticipation as she felt her climax building inside of her before she could even think to stop it.

“That’s a good girl; it’s okay, you can go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart. There it is, just like that- good,” Steve crooned in praise as the little girl clamped down forcefully against his fingers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her orgasm gushed out against the doctor’s hand, every inch of her body contracting in pure bliss. “There you go, good girl,” the man continued to murmur as her contractions started to die down, her pussy throbbing from the powerful high.

Just as y/n was beginning to regain her breath, a quiet beep sounded from behind her, signalling the reading was over. “Just in time,” Steve smiled, circling over her clit a few more times as he eased the metal rod out, causing the poor thing to whimper from the overstimulation. “Sorry, doll. You must be sensitive after all that, hmm?” the man apologized, his eyes scanning the window of the device before revealing, “Well, everything looks just fine here. Now, why don’t we get you all cleaned up, and then we can go find your daddy in the lobby. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to hear how good his little girl was today.”

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