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Fuck jungles. Fuck swamps. But especially fuck swampy jungles. Bucky felt the perpetually wet mud slorp and slop at his boots as he trudged through the canopied undergrowth. Only a 13 mile trek, they said. Shouldn’t be tough for a super-soldier, they said.
Bucky was going to demand triple pay for this bullshit.
He angrily swiped at his forehead, slinging the sweat off into the nearest fern. Bucky was somewhat grateful his overprepared ass had a couple bottles of water and protein bars stowed in his pack.
He pulled his boot out of the latest awful pile of muck and climbed up onto the thick knobbly roots of one of the massively wide trunked trees. He ripped off the cap and downed the entire bottle with a groan.
He stilled as his enhanced hearing picked up something big shifting in the high branches.
Bucky slowly slipped the empty plastic container back in his bag - he was pissed, but littering was littering - and carefully scanned the canopy.
Something big moved again. If he hadn’t been pumped full of knock-off super soldier serum, Bucky strongly doubted he would have heard it at all. Keeping his eyes on the trees above, he carefully picked his way along the woven roots. If he was lucky, maybe the impromptu walkway would get him across the muck to the drop point so he could finally radio in and get out of this god-forsaken place.
Well, it probably would have worked.
Bucky didn’t get the chance to find out.
The wind was knocked out of him as something sticky and clear wrapped around his leg and whipped him upwards so fast he feared he’d get whiplash.
Bucky couldn’t even let out a yell as his back slammed against more of the sticky stuff spread over the whole tree’s canopy, bouncing slightly. The super soldier tried to reach down to get the stuff off his leg, but found he couldn’t move his arm an inch. He tried the vibranium one with a struggling whirl and a click. No dice. Whatever this stuff was made of was strong as hell.
“What the f - !” He was cut off with a gasp as something sharp pierced the back of his neck. Bucky could feel something cold being injected. His eyes went wide and he put a whole lot more effort into his struggles.
“Oh hush, little fleshbag,” Said a soft, strangely accented voice from behind the super soldier, “Just relax. You might hurt yourself struggling like that.”
Bucky tried to yell, to curse, to struggle anyway - but his limbs suddenly felt so heavy. His tongue was a leaden weight in his mouth. He tried to roll his head in any direction to see what had him - who was talking - but his neck refused to obey.
“Well, aren’t you a fighter,” that voice purred, a soft chuckle following. Bucky felt his eyelids lowering against his will. No! No, no no - shit - !
He passed out.
~
Bucky slowly woke to darkness.
At first, he was sure he’d been blindfolded when his eyes refused to focus, but he didn’t feel anything covering his face. The darkness smelled strongly of woody decomposition and sickly sweet sap. So he was still in the forest, but not near the awful stale swampy bit. A small blessing. His mouth still felt like someone had turned his tongue to lead and then filled everything with dry cotton balls, so the super soldier didn’t bother trying to yell out.
Not like anyone would hear him.
Attempting to twist his body resulted in nothing. He was securely stuck to another net of that weird sticky substance. His arms were tucked into the small of his back while his legs were stuck together at the knee.
And that was about the moment when Bucky realized he was naked.
He let out a hoarse growl and jerked, trying to rip free of the sticky stuff. Whatever - whoever the fuck had drugged him had fucking taken his clothes! He grunted, twisting hard and grit his teeth as he simply bounced ineffectually in the net.
“Calm down, you’re making such a ruckus in my webs.”
Bucky’s head snapped toward the sound, but he couldn’t see anything in the thick darkness still. He could sense the movement of something large, though. It carefully picked its way closer, along the strands of the net - web? - holding Bucky captive. He suddenly had a very, very bad feeling about what that thing might be.
“That’s better. I wasn’t expecting you to wake so soon, my little treat,” the voice was closer, still soft and if Bucky wasn’t mistaken, amused. The super soldier settled on glaring in the sound’s general direction.
“Oh my, such a nasty look. Come now, little fleshbag, surely we could be a little more civil. I haven’t plans to eat you.”
“To - eat?” Bucky’s raspy voice managed, brows arching up as a cold shiver ran down his spine. He heard more than he felt the whine of his prosthetic as he twisted his wrist to try and escape one more time.
“No, I’m not fond of eating humans.”
“Then why - ? And where’re my clothes?” Bucky rasped out, not caring that his throat ached with every word. There was a curious silence before the super soldier felt the web shift again. The thing had moved closer.
“Clothes? Oh! Yes, the cloth and leather coverings. I find they get in the way,” the voice murmured rather dismissively.
Bucky glared again. “In the way of what?”
“The coupling, of course.”
“Fucking explain what the fuck a coupling is - ”
“My goodness,” the voice interrupted, suddenly significantly closer, “If you would cease your inane inquisition, I would, my treat.”
Bucky clenched his jaw shut with a warning growl. The owner of the soft, odd voice chuckled. The super soldier felt the webs dip again, and something twice his height settled in front of him in the darkness. The solidness of it allowed Bucky’s enhanced vision to finally get something of an outline, but it wasn't helpful.
Whatever it was, wasn’t human shaped.
“I, unfortunately, require external assistance to hatch my children. And yes, any old warm body will do, however I have my personal preferences. And you, my dear little treat, will do nicely. If you will allow me to use your body to incubate my eggs, I will gladly show you such pleasures in recompense.
I get my children all safe and hatched, and you get to walk out of here several orgasms richer.”
Bucky stared up at the dark shape with an incredulous expression, jaw slack and entirely unsure how the fuck to process any of that. This - whatever the fuck it was - needed to - use his body for its eggs?!
Maybe he was just dreaming. This was all some crazy fever dream because his dumbass slipped and clocked himself out on the roots. That's why he was smelling nothing but wood and detritus.
Had to be.
So… what was the harm in indulging this incredibly weird conjuring of his psyche? It was a hell of a change up from the horrific nightmares he usually had to deal with.
“You - you just want sex?” Bucky finally rasped.
“A crude way to put it, but yes. I simply want to have sex.”
“…And you’re not gonna eat me?” Might as well check, to be sure.
“You have my word,” the voice took a decidedly sultry turn at that. Bucky got the distinct feeling the owner was smirking. “Unless you want me to, of course.”
“No! No eating,” Bucky quickly snapped, trying to twist in the web bindings. He heard another soft chuckle from above before something soft and bristled brushed against his bare side.
“Very well, no eating. So what say you, my little treat? May I use your body to hatch my precious children?”
Fuck it. This weird dredged up wet dream was a hundred times better than remembering what being electrocuted felt like. At least his dream was giving him the illusion of choice.
“...Sure, fine. Whatever,” Bucky huffed, swallowing dryly with a loud click in the quiet. He heard a shuffling, felt the web dip again, then jumped as that same soft bristled thing brushed down his side again. And then another one brushed down his other side.
“Wonderful. Just relax,” the voice was even closer, practically hovering over Bucky as the long, thick appendages brushed against his sides at the same time. Then, something pinched him in the ribs. No, not pinched - Bucky registered a quick sharp jab of something needle-like. He jolted up, gritting his teeth.
“The fuck was that?”
“Felt that, did you? Terribly sorry, my treat. It's just a little something to help relax your muscles. My eggs are delicate, I wouldn’t want you to accidentally crush one, hm?” The voice soothed, petting down his exposed sides again tenderly.
Buck felt his head swim. Shit reacted fast in his system - but that meant it would be flushed out just as quick. And maybe a muscle relaxer wouldn’t be the worst thing to go along with.
The super soldier shuddered and let out a startled sound as two more appendages brushed down his thighs. A fifth appendage slid down between his knees and Bucky felt the sticky webbing snap.
Before he could enjoy the freedom, however, the super soldier was gently but expertly manhandled into a different position. His body was still stuck to the main webbing at the shoulders, his arms laid flat behind him, wrists crossed and stuck with a glob of webbing. His legs were bent at the knee and pressed nearly into his chest, then webbed into place as far apart as his joints would allow.
This all left him spread open and exposed to the cool air in the darkness. His heart pounded in his chest. Usually, when he had dreams involving bondage, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about the development.
This was different.
Somehow.
Even his cock was starting to take interest in the proceedings, giving a slight twitch of life against his stomach.
“Mm, oh yes, my treat. You look lovely like that,” the voice was right next to his ear, hot breath ghosting across the sensitive flesh. Bucky’s breath hitched and clicked - his throat was so dry. The owner of the voice seemed to notice the dilemma and clucked its tongue.
“Oh, treat, why didn’t you say anything? My paralytic takes a lot out of a human,” the dark shape pulled away as it murmured, reaching behind Bucky for something.
He heard the soft zip of his bag and let out a sigh of relief as one of his water bottles pressed against his lips.
“Drink,” said the voice. A simple command. Bucky followed it in favor of clearing the horrible scratchy dryness from his mouth. The soothing coolness parched his dry throat shockingly well for a dream.
Bucky polished off the bottle and tossed his head back as a well-timed wave of heat rolled up from his belly into his chest.
“Muscle relaxer, my ass,” Bucky snarked, trying to twist ineffectually in the webbing for an entirely different reason. He heard that damnable chuckle again.
“Mm, can’t pull a fast one on you, can I, treat? I didn’t entirely lie; it does relax my victims. It also makes you crave my attentions all the more. Some react so beautifully they end up begging,” the voice took a dangerous edge at those words and Bucky was truly ashamed to realize he didn’t catch the creature’s wording at first.
“W-wait, victims?” He hated how breathy his voice had already gotten.
“Oh, don’t fret, little treat, I’ll keep my word. Now just relax and let me prepare you,” the owner of the voice pressed close, a coarsely bristled body laid against Bucky’s raised thighs.
He let out a fearful little sound. He couldn’t move. This was too real. He - this wasn’t a dream, was it.
Shockingly human feeling hands abruptly cupped Bucky’s jaw. Well, until he felt sharp claws against his skin.
“You are very resilient, my treat. I’ve not had to adjust my venom in ages. Just sit tight and we’ll have this little problem all taken care of, hm?.”
Bucky made one more valiant attempt to pull himself free, and just about managed to wrench his own shoulder out of socket. He bit his lip to stifle the sound of pain. He shuddered as the thing on top of him shifted, rubbing that soft bristly - skin? ...carapace? - against Bucky’s suddenly very sensitive skin.
He groaned out a pitiful little “No,” as he felt more webbing encase his upper chest. He heard an answering sigh from above.
“Hush, treat, almost ready,” The soft voice purred. Bucky tried to shake his head.
He felt another sharp pinch on the underside of his thigh. The rush of venom hit him harder and faster this time, making Bucky’s head spin even worse. The panicked urge to keep fighting - get out, get free, go! Now! - slowly ebbed out of him. Bucky groaned pitifully as he felt his body give in and go completely limp in the creature’s webbing.
Well, almost completely limp.
“There we are, my treat. Isn’t that better?” The voice was below Bucky now. He felt those weirdly human-like palms stroke up the outsides of his flanks before slipping to the insides to stroke back down. Petting him. Like a frightened horse, or some shit. His dick didn’t seem to care about the patronizing treatment, though. He hissed through his teeth as the turgid flesh stole more of the blood flow from his rapidly fuzzing brain.
Something warm and wet abruptly pressed against his ass. The sudden change caused Bucky to give one last little jolt of panic before the venom soothed down the fear response. His hazy mind supplied the answer to his unasked question a beat later as the wet and warm appendage rubbed at his hole.
A tongue.
Bucky tried to bite back the moan bubbling out of him as that impossibly thick and long tongue breached inside. His traitorous cock twitched and happily dribbled pre-come at each deliberate spearing inside his ass, over and over and over.
It felt like ages passed. The creature’s skilled movements eventually managed to drag moan after moan out of its captive super soldier. Bucky’s dick was hard as a rock and weeping, begging to be touched. Bucky refused to voice the request.
Finally, the creature withdrew its tongue, only to swipe it wetly across Bucky’s entire crotch. The assassin’s hips jerked up into the contact, dragging a pleading whimper from his lips. A soft chuckle preceded another long, languid swipe up his straining erection.
“Would you like to come, my treat?”
Bucky just frantically nodded. The tongue returned, lapping at the head of his penis before a hand wrapped around the rest of the shaft. The creature stroked him with quick, sure movements until Bucky arched in the bindings and whined.
He could feel that tongue lapping up his come with slow, languid strokes against his skin.
“Delicious,” the voice praised, claw tips gently stroking up Bucky’s hip before wrapping its palm around his flank, “You really are a little treat, aren’t you?”
Bucky couldn’t respond. His mouth refused to work properly, his skin still felt like someone had shoved a live wire just under the flesh - but weirdly didn’t hurt like he knew that particular scenario actually would - and his dick was already gearing up for a round two.
“Mm, already? Well, I’ll keep going then, my treat,” the creature murmured with delight, noticing Bucky’s returning arousal. That tongue was back, sliding along his hardening cock before dipping back inside his stretched ass for a second time.
Bucky hissed and whined and moaned as the wriggling appendage went deeper and curled around, stretching him open further. He shivered as those soft bristly appendages returned to stroke down his sides again, occasionally slipping lower to rub against his spread cheeks.
“Puh-lease,” the soldier gasped, squirming as that tongue curled and flicked and thrust. His dick was already leaking again, angry and red against his sweat slicked stomach. The creature took pity and a third bristly appendage rubbed lengthwise against Bucky’s erection, giving him the friction he desperately needed.
He came again in record time, panting and exhausted as he went limp again in the webbing.
Bucky whimpered as that tongue didn’t stop. It kept gradually stretching him more and more open until the super soldier was sure he couldn’t physically get any more loose. Finally, the creature withdrew a second time, shifting to lap up his cooling come once again.
“Alright my treat, we’re nearly to the main event. Just a little longer, hm?” The soft voice had a tinge of strain to it. Bucky wasn’t anywhere near able to contemplate the reason. He’d been fucked stupid on top of the venom still keeping his body on a fine razorwire of constant pleasure.
Bucky barely registered another sharp pinch to his opposite thigh before four of those soft, bristled limbs boxed him in. He felt that coarser furred carapace settle on his stomach again, pinning his half-hard third erection against his belly with a moan.
Then, something decidedly thicker than the creature’s tongue started pressing into his ass. It was coated in something viscous that eased the entry. Bucky expected the thing to start thrusting or something like a normal sexual encounter, but instead it just kept sliding further and further inside.
The haze in his mind cleared just enough to let Bucky start to worry about just how far inside his ass the thing intended to go. Before he could really start panicking again, the creature’s human-like hands and two of the long, thick appendages started gently petting him anywhere they could reach. Soothing. Reassuring.
“My good little treat, just relax. Just relax,” the voice purred with a hitch of its breath. Bucky felt his own lungs do the same as he felt something press against his stretched rim from inside the thing - tube?? - inside him. The soothing petting continued as the thicker intrusion pushed insistently.
The eggs. Bucky’s brain finally supplied helpfully. He wished he hadn’t been so pliant now, wrecked and exhausted and full of whatever chemical soup that made him unable to think straight.
Abruptly, the thicker intrusion popped free of his straining rim and slid inside. Bucky could feel every inch of the thing as it travelled up the tube already inserted in his ass. A second was already pressing insistently at the entrance, and this one popped in with much less resistance.
Then a third.
And a fourth.
Bucky whimpered as a fifth and a sixth slipped in one after the other. A seventh followed. He could feel his ass getting full, his stomach distending slightly to accommodate the eggs. The process pressed his previously flagging arousal into the creature’s body, dragging a tired groan out of the pinned soldier.
Eight. Eight eggs now. Bucky let his head fall back and closed his eyes. It wasn’t like he could see anything anyway, so what was the point in straining the muscles.
That seemed to be the end of it as the creature lifted up off Bucky and the tube started a slow, arduous trip back out, leaving the slightly squishy, but rigid eggs inside. As the tip slipped free, Bucky felt two of those long appendages brushing against his stretched and dripping hole.
Sticky webbing wrapped around his thighs, over his ass. Plugging him closed. Keeping the eggs securely inside.
Bucky let out a whimpering moan. The soothing petting started up again, along with the web dipping as the creature shifted off of him completely.
“Hush, hush, my little treat. We’re all finished. You were so good for me. For my children,” as the voice spoke in a soft, soothing tone, Bucky felt the webbing that was keeping him in the perfect penetration position being cut loose. His limbs were gently stretched out by those long bristled appendages until the pins and needles subsided. It paused at the metal one.
“S’fine. Can’t feel that’un,” Bucky dazedly supplied, slurring his words as his exhaustion hit. He wasn’t sure why he even bothered telling it. The creature seemed content with his explanation, though, and let the prosthetic fall limp at his side.
Bucky barely felt any panic as he was re-wrapped up in fresh webbing, though this stuff wasn’t sticky. It was soft like a blanket - a blanket he couldn’t escape from, granted, but it was less pinning him and more… protective? It was warm, at least.
He could feel his eyelids drooping against his will.
~
Bucky woke up some indeterminate amount of time later. His internal clock was all fucked, but it seemed to be daylight as there was just enough light filtering in from somewhere above to see by. Apparently, he was inside a mostly hollow tree trunk. A really, really big trunk. He twisted in the blanket of webbing - cocoon, it was definitely a cocoon - to look down and swallowed thickly.
That was a long drop to the bottom.
He rolled back into the safety of the thick webbing and winced as that shifted the eggs still locked inside his ass.
Eggs.
“Oh fuck me,” Bucky groaned, covering his face in his hands. Last night - yesterday? How long was he out? - had really happened. He’d been fucked by and - and impregnated by some fucking talking monster.
“Only if you ask nicely, my treat.”
Bucky startled, whipping his head up to source the sound of that soft, weird accented voice. He instantly regretted it.
Hanging by a single thread of the webbing, a huge fucking eight-legged tarantula-looking actual monster dangled above his cocoon. Where the head of a spider should be was instead the upper half of what could have been an attractive pale-skinned man. The weirdly iridescent purple bristly fur spread up from the abrupt end of the man’s torso up over the hips and stomach before meeting a ring of it around the man’s neck. His ‘hair’ was more of the weirdly soft bristles, though more brown in tone than purple.
But the eyes. God, the eyes. They were bright, deep purple rings in a sea of black. And there were appropriately three additional pairs set into the cheeks and forehead around the main pair where eyes should be.
“What the FUCK - ”
“Language, treat. My children are inside you, after all.”
Bucky choked on the rest of his words at the reminder. His flesh hand unconsciously settled on his overstuffed stomach with a wince. He shuddered as those eyes tracked the movement. The spider-monster smirked and descended slowly, climbing down onto the webbing lines and looming over Bucky’s cocoon.
“How are you feeling? Hungry? Thirsty?”
Bucky had the strong urge to tell the thing to go fuck itself, but he clenched his jaw to keep the words from spilling out. Because while he watched it speak, something about the way its mouth moved wasn’t quite right. The lips parted in an almost quadrant split way instead of up and down, and something dangerously sharp peeked out at the corners.
Mandibles, his helpful brain supplied. And fangs, he hissed internally.
“... Yeah. Both.” The super soldier admitted. Might as well just go along with things seeing as he wasn’t getting out anytime soon. Pissing off his captor wouldn’t really do anything except give Bucky the satisfaction of being an asshole.
“Am I going to need to tie you up again, my treat? Or will you behave,” the creature teased, smirking and allowing one large black fang to slip out. Bucky swallowed reflexively before he just nodded. Not worth getting bit or eaten just for the sake of defiance. The monster shifted, carefully balancing on the web strands to reach over and behind Bucky’s cocoon. His pack was dropped beside him after one of the spider-monster’s limbs ripped the cocoon open enough for the man to move around.
“Your coverings are in there as well. I wouldn’t advise trying to put them on yet, however. Not until my children hatch,” the creature murmured, moving with an odd grace as it shifted to loom from the opposite direction.
Bucky watched it move before he blindly groped for his pack, pulling it open and snagging a protein bar and water. The monster grimaced at the smell of the bar.
“Is that proper human food? It smells terrible, my treat.”
“Proper enough,” Bucky groused back, taking another bite before swigging his water, “I don’t eat it ‘cause it tastes good.”
“Well, that’s a shame. I like to eat things that taste delicious,” it pointedly waggled what passed for eyebrows on its face with another smirk. Bucky glared. The creature chuckled, hardly intimidated.
“Just offering. I did promise to bring you pleasure while in my service, my treat.”
“Stabbing me in the ass with chemicals to make me feel pleasure doesn’t really count,” Bucky snapped back, shoving the last bite of his bar in his mouth. He instantly regretted the verbal jab as the monster rose up with an amused expression that hinted at danger. The super soldier swallowed too quickly, resulting in a coughing fit as he struggled to down the dry bit of food.
“Is that a challenge, little human? I can make you come without my venom just as easily.”
“N-no. Not a challenge. No need to - agk!”
Bucky’s protests broke off as he struggled to escape the cocoon, only to feel those long, thick appendages lift him up without any effort. The eggs made it real difficult to squirm out of its hold, pressing painfully if he moved the wrong way.
He half expected to be thrown, but remembered that of course the monster wouldn’t want to hurt its children - that were currently up his ass - as it laid him down in the sticky part of the webbing again. A bit of manhandling later had Bucky’s arms pinned above his head, his legs bent at the knee and tucked under his ass, forcing his chest to arch up toward the creature. A wad of webbing settled at his back, cushioning the odd angle from straining his spine or too full stomach too much.
How considerate.
“Relax, my treat, this will feel wonderful,” the monster assured, limbs boxing him in as it lowered the human-adjacent half. Hands grasped Bucky’s hips and that not-quite-right mouth opened. And opened. And Bucky had to repress a very real fear response as the horror maw split and allowed two massive fangs to drop out.
And that mouth was closing around his limp dick.
Bucky slammed his eyes shut and bit his lip to keep the scream back. He would not give it the satisfaction. The soldier braced for pain - for dismemberment - for -
And choked on a moan as tender, careful lips and tongue coaxed him to hardness. Bucky blinked up at the trunk’s ceiling before chancing a glance down his restrained body. The creature was watching him with most of its eyes; the lowest pair seemed to be concentrating on his crotch. Somehow it managed to look incredibly amused.
Bucky flicked his gaze to the two massive fangs laid out on either side of the monster’s mouth, the sharp tips kept safely away from his skin.
Fuck his stupid horny brain; the sight was actually really hot. Bucky squirmed against the webbing, trying to roll his hips up into that wet heat. The spider-creature obliged, wrapping its tongue around his erection and drawing him further into its gullet.
Fuck. Shit. Okay, if this was how he went, that might not be so bad. The monster was definitely ridiculously good at pleasuring a human.
Bucky had to admit, he’d been in worse situations.
Being brainwashed by HYDRA for a couple decades was a big one.
In comparison, being pampered and pleasured by a horrifying spider monster ranked pretty low in terms of awful, really. And all he had to do was hold its eggs for a couple days. Easy.
It was really intrigued by his enhanced stamina. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he’d come three times in an hour, much less enjoyed the whole process. His limbs were absolute jelly by the time the monster cut him loose and laid him back in the warm cocoon to sleep.
His sleep was devoid of nightmares. Impressive, honestly, considering.
~
The creature greeted him the next morning with a pile of weird yellow berries wrapped up in a big, broad leaf. At Bucky’s confused arched brow, the monster crawled down to settle on the webbing just above the super soldier.
“These are much better than your smelly processed food bars,” it insisted, picking one up between two claws. Bucky rolled his eyes but decided to give in, holding out his hand for the berries.
The creature smirked. Bucky did not like the glint in its eyes. It shook its head slowly, rising up on its too-many-legs and crowding the soldier until he was pinned against the cocoon and the bulk of the soft bristled carapace.
“Let me feed you, my treat. You’re being so good, not trying to run off,” it cooed. Bucky grumbled and groused.
“...Fine.” He grumped, crossing his arms defiantly. The monster chuckled and plucked up the berry again before gently pressing the morsel to the man’s lips. Bucky reluctantly parted them. Okay, he had to admit, the berries were nice. Slightly tart and really juicy with a slight pop as his teeth broke the skin.
He gave up the act and laid there pliantly as the spider-monstrosity hand fed him the more of the berries.
The fuck else was there to do? Other than the monster, Bucky internally hissed at his burgeoning arousal.
No dice. The creature felt the prodding to its under-carapace and its smirk widened. “Oh my, is that for me, my treat?”
“Do you just like the taste of my come or some shit?” Bucky shot back. His eyes widened as the monster’s smile split into a grin, fangs peeking out from the corners.
“I do, actually.”
“O-oh,” Bucky managed, an actual fucking blush rising to his cheeks. He shuddered as one of its legs gently brushed up his thigh while it pressed the next berry to his lips. He let out a sigh around the morsel before taking it with a bit more tongue than was strictly necessary.
Well. Can’t say he’d ever thought he would be enticing a massive spider into sex, but here we are, Bucky snorted to himself. Fuck it, who was here to judge him? The super soldier finally allowed a bit of a smile when he took the next berry, tongue flicking out to catch a claw. The creature’s brow shot up and its mandibles made this really weirdly endearing clicking sound.
The next thing Bucky knew, he had a sudden mouthful of spider-monster tongue.
He could feel the mandibles stretched around his jaw, carefully tilted so as to not to pierce his skin. It climbed over the man and fucked its tongue deeper in his mouth with more weird clicking sounds. Bucky just let his head fall back against the cocoon and rode out the ‘kiss’.
~
Bucky fell into a really, really odd routine.
It didn’t really matter what time of day it was outside, because he was either being hand fed by the spider-monster, getting a fucking amazing blowjob (or three) from the spider-monster, sleeping after being fucked into exhaustion by the same spider-monster, or cuddling with the spider-monster, which was new.
The creature had started pulling him into its lap, sort of - more like a cradle of its front two legs and two smaller feeler-like legs with more dexterity - to cuddle. Nuzzling into his hair while rubbing those two feeler arms all over his stomach to feel the eggs through his distended skin.
It was fucking wierd, but Bucky wasn’t exactly going to tell the very large, very bitey parent of the eggs ‘no’. Plus, the weird egg checking always ended with either feeding, sex, or both.
So Bucky wasn’t exactly complaining.
~
But one morning, Bucky woke up with a jolt. His stomach rolled like he was going to puke.
He never puked.
He was gonna puke.
The soldier let out a pained groan, grabbing at the edge of the cocoon-bed as another wave of not-quite pain hit.
“H-hey - something’s wrong,” He called out to the tree hollow. Within seconds, the monster descended, pulling Bucky into a careful cuddle to feel his stomach. Its expression morphed from concern to elation.
“Nothing is wrong, my treat! My children are ready to hatch!”
Bucky hissed as another wave of pain ebbed through his body and he grit his teeth. “Great. Could they do it a bit less painfully?”
The creature had the sense to at least look a little apologetic. “My sweet treat, usually my victims stay all nice and bound up, full of my venom to ride out the whole process. You were… oddly enthusiastic so I - and I simply… forgot this is not the most pleasant part.”
Bucky blinked. Oh, well. Fair, he guessed. Didn’t stop him from being a little grumpy, though. “Well? Hurry up and bite me so these little guys can get the hell out of me!”
The monster snorted out a chuckle before it bent forward, mouth opening to release its fangs. Bucky braced himself as he got a front row seat this time to those dangerous mandibles tenderly piercing the skin of his thigh. Even watching it happen, Bucky couldn’t believe that it still only felt like a sharp pinch.
A glorious hit of forced pleasure butted up against the rolling pain, inching back Bucky’s intense need to hork up his guts over the side of the cocoon-hammock.
The creature laid him flat, gently swatting his legs apart before it carefully cut and peeled the webbing from Bucky’s ass. The soldier winced as two clawed fingers pressed inside and started scissoring his ass open.
“Since - ah, you’re a bit more of an active participant than I usually have, my treat,” the monster glanced up at the man prone on his back, mandibles shifting about, “I’ll need you to push.”
“Yeah, alright, whatever helps,” Bucky grunted, grateful when the next roll of pain was dampened by the venom. Though, from how his stomach and intestines felt right that second, he may not have needed to help much. The eggs seemed to be working themselves out all on their own.
Still, Bucky gave it the ol’ college try.
Thankfully, by the time the first egg breached, the venom had managed to overpower the pain to the point of morphine levels of not giving a shit. Bucky dropped his head back with a low groan. He felt those smaller, dexterous feelers assisting the evacuation of the eggs, palpitating his stomach to encourage them down and out, then gently tugging once they breached.
The spider-monster wasn’t speaking English anymore. Just a whole bunch of chittering and clicking were emanating from between Bucky’s legs, and he vaguely hoped it wasn’t ‘Lunch is served’ or something to the hatching baby spider-monsters.
Bucky hadn’t the presence of mind to count, but he could tell when his body was finally, blessedly empty.
He let out a relieved sigh, shakily pulling himself back toward the edge of the cocoon and away from the hatching eggs. The super soldier hadn’t meant to look up - he fully intended to pass the hell out and deal with the aftermath after his body was done deciding between disgust and euphoria.
But the sight of eight little mini-versions of the massive monster standing in the smooshed and cracked open egg sacs, chittering and clacking up at their parent - what gender was the thing? - was kinda… weirdly cute.
Bucky blinked, clearing some of the haze from his mind as he noticed one of them had much darker ‘hair’ than the others. And another wasn’t as purple, more of a brownish-grey. Huh.
“Treat,” the soft voice pulled the super soldier’s attention up to the creature and Bucky’s breath hitched. The monster was eyeing him with a look that rivaled its sultry ‘I’m about to blow your human mind’ usual look.
Bucky really hoped that wasn’t ‘I’ve decided to eat you now’ eyes.
“I don’t - usually - ah, to borrow a human phrase, fuck it,” the spider-monster carefully stepped over its confused brood to gather up a very confused Bucky. It nuzzled against his face, his neck - the super soldier just let it happen. He was sore and tired and the venom was wearing off; not really in the best place to bother pushing the thing off.
“You’ve been a treat, my treat. I couldn’t have chosen a better incubator.”
“Y-yeah. Sure. Wasn’t the worst thing I’ve been talked into,” Bucky muttered into the soft bristles rubbing against his face incessantly.
“I need to settle my children, my treat. Please don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back soon,” the creature finally pulled away, mandibles shuffling back into the slightly more human façade. Bucky just nodded.
The monster released the soldier with a soft chitter. The eight little ones chittered back and Bucky felt each one reach out and rub his ankle with a leg as they followed behind their parent along the webbing.
Bucky wasn’t sure what the hell just happened, but he was at least 50 percent sure he wasn’t gonna get eaten after all.
The super soldier wasn’t left waiting long. He’d dozed off a bit just from sheer exhaustion but jolted awake when he felt the webs dip. The massive spider-monster crawled closer once Bucky was paying attention to it, stopping just shy of stepping into the half-open cocoon.
“I’m - glad you waited.”
“Fuck else was I gonna do?” Bucky grumbled, though there was no heat behind the words. The monster’s lips twitched up into a smile. It crawled the rest of the way into the cocoon, gathering the soldier up into its ‘lap’, running its human-adjacent fingers over Bucky’s face gently.
“Not that this isn’t… nice, but, I don’t have your eggs in me anymore. What’s the deal?” the soldier hesitantly asked. The clawed fingers stilled, cupping his jaw tenderly.
“I’m… marking you. It doesn’t have to mean anything to you. I understand I’ll likely not see you again, however it's instinctual. To tell other arachne you are mine. My sweet treat.”
“Oh, uh - a-alright,” Bucky furrowed his brows in thought.
The monster continued rubbing different parts of itself all over Bucky. Meanwhile, the super soldier chewed on a very dumb, possibly dangerous thought rolling around in his head. Maybe it was the hazy last dregs of the venom, maybe it was his dumb protective streak rearing its very stupid head.
Either way, Bucky opened his dumb mouth.
“How often do you - is there, like, a time frame you gotta hatch your eggs, or something?”
The monster halted its rubbing. Mandibles clicked together quietly. Four pairs of eyes flicked all over Bucky’s face, searchingly.
“I usually produce a clutch once a year, however not all of them are viable.”
“There a best season, or - uh, is now abouts when you go looking for a - an incubator?”
“My treat, are you asking me if you can come back next year?” Four pairs of widened, hopeful eyes zero’d in on Bucky’s. The super soldier swallowed thickly.
“I - maybe. I can’t guarantee I’ll be in the area if you’ve got a narrow window, but I - maybe, could try? Just, you know, don’t forget about the whole, hatching part is horrifically painful next time.”
There was an incredulous laugh from the spider-monster. “I won’t. I’ll be sure to make next time even more pleasurable for you, my sweet treat.”
~
Bucky stretched and felt his spine pop with a groan. It felt weird to be back in mission clothes after nearly a week lounging around naked, but showing up at the drop point nude might catch the soldier some side eye.
He checked the radio once he got to the clearing. It crackled and lit up with frantic familiar voices all talking over each other. Bucky just chuckled and waited out the storm of babble before even trying to key in.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just got a bit turned around. The map the contact gave us was shit. Had to take a hell of a detour.”
“A pick up would be great.”
Bucky tucked the radio back into his belt, right above the pocket where he stashed a piece of paper with the hastily recorded coordinates of the hollowed out tree. He smirked.
Maybe next year, he could pop back down for a week.
Take a vacation.
Meet the kids.