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babyhatesreality · 4 months ago

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Nightlight

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, angsty/anxious/insecure baby, a few tears, Stucky being the best daddies ever.

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"Alright love bug, time to get out," Steve said, smiling as he watched you play with your tub toys. He held out the small plastic basket to you. You tossed your toys one by one into it, cheering proudly each time like you'd made a half-court shot. Steve of course cheered right along with you. Once all your toys were put up, he hung the basket on the hooks on the tub wall to dry, and helped you out. He wrapped the big fluffy towel around you. "Gotta hug you dry!" he said, giving you a big squeeze and making you giggle. "I heard that kisses help you dry off too, isn't that right?" he added very seriously, before attacking your face with noisy smooches. You squealed and playfully twisted like you were trying to get away, but deep down you loved it.

You were still getting used to being so cared for and protected. You'd been with Steve and Bucky for about six weeks now. The bond between the three of you was incredible, and you felt so safe and happy, trusting them instantly and completely. It was still taking some time for you to believe that you were worthy of this much love and attention, but you were slowly getting there. As if you really had any other choice when you were constantly being showered with it.

Once you were dry, Steve helped you brush your teeth and combed out your hair, before carrying you, still wrapped in the huge fluffy towel, to Bucky. "What's it gonna be tonight, princess?" Papa asked. "Do you want to sleep in the big bed with us, or in your bed with your stuffies?"

Without really thinking about it, you answered quickly. "Stuffies please!" Daddy and Papa had just let you build two brand new teddies at Build-A-Bear today, and you were eager for them to get to know the rest of their new stuffy gang. The idea of cuddling two new stuffies plus Jellybean tonight was just too exciting to pass up.

"You got it, love," Papa said with a smile. He carried you out to Bucky, gently transferring you into his waiting arms. "She's sleeping with her new pals tonight," he explained. Bucky grinned, looking down on your excited face.

"What did you name your new teddies again, Trouble?" he asked, remembering full well what you had named them.

"Named 'em Cap and BuckBear!" you answered cheerfully.

"That's right you did," he said smugly to himself, as he carried into your room. He made quick work of putting your sleepytime lotion on, and dressing you in the pink and blue pjs you'd picked out earlier, all while you told him all about your new teddy bears. He nodded and followed along, subtly laying you down in bed before you really realized it. Once you caught on, however, you started squirming and trying to sit back up, but all it took was him tucking your new furry friends into your arms one at a time for you to lay back down with a contented sigh.

He and Steve each took their turn reading you a book that you picked out. As your eyelids were getting unbearably heavy, Bucky reached over and switched on the soft blue unicorn nightlight, before turning on the baby monitor. They finished the last story, tucked you in, gave you gentle kisses on the forehead, and tiptoed out the door.

You smiled, nuzzling into your new teddies' soft fur. Then, of course, you had to reach for Jellybean, not wanting her to feel left out. Then you needed to give some time to each new teddy so they knew they were loved too...and before you knew it, you were wide awake again, trying to make sure all the stuffies got equal love before you all went to sleep.

Once you were satisfied, you snuggled in and closed your eyes. But...something was wrong. Something didn't sound right. You wiggled and fidgeted, not knowing what it was, but it was making you more and more anxious. Suddenly you realized that you hadn't slept alone for nearly three weeks. You were so used to hearing the gentle breathing of Papa and Daddy snuggled next to you, that the silence of your room was too loud. And then it was scary.

You opened your eyes, focusing on your unicorn nightlight. It was so lovely and pretty, but it just wasn't doing the job- it couldn't soothe you enough, or chase away enough of the creeping fear climbing up your spine. You desperately wanted to get out of bed and go find Papa and Daddy. But you shook your head and buried your face into Jellybean. Good girls stayed in bed. Good girls did what they were told. Otherwise, that meant they were bad and who wanted a bad little girl?

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Steve and Bucky were getting ready for bed in their room. "I almost don't know what to do with myself," Steve joked. "I'm so used to Katie being in here and going to bed with her that I've forgotten how to adult."

Bucky chortled quietly. "You want me to read you a story?" he teased, laughing when Steve tossed his wadded up teeshirt at his head. "Punk."

"Jerk."

"You wanna watch a movie?"

"I feel like I should say yes, but...."

"You only wanna watch a Disney movie, don't you?"

"...yes."

"...me too."

"I've gotten so addicted to them with her!"

"Right?! How the hell did they get that good over all these years?"

"Makes you glad were were both on ice for some of those in between ones, eh?"

"Tell me about it. Let's find one of the ones that might be too scary for her. We'll screen it and see if she can handle it."

"I love that idea."

"Well, I am the smart one."

"I still outrank you."

"Touche, punk. Gimme the remote."

They both climbed into bed, scrolling through the options. Before Bucky hit play though, he hesitated. "What is it?" Steve asked.

"Should we...should we go check on her? Just to make sure she's...you know...okay?" Bucky asked, trying to play it cool and failing miserably.

Steve smiled gently. "I'm missing her too," he said reassuringly. The bed felt somehow empty without your small frame wiggling around in it. "But we need to let her have her independence when she wants it. That's part of keeping her healthy and safe."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Bucky said, pouting. "But I don't have to like it."

Before Steve could agree, they heard something. Something come through the baby monitor. Something that made them both absolutely freeze.

You gave the tiniest sniff. Like...maybe like you were crying.

Steve and Bucky tore across the apartment so fast, it was a wonder there weren't skid marks on the carpet. They screeched to a halt by your door, not wanting to scare you, or even wake you up if you were, in fact, asleep. Steve cracked the door open the tiniest bit, just enough to get a look at you in your bed. You were definitely crying silently. Bucky let out a soft exhale of air, like he'd been punched in the stomach at the sight of your tears. You heard it and turned to them.

"Daddy? Papa?" you asked in the smallest, most heartbreaking voice they'd ever heard.

Instantly, you found yourself in Bucky's arms, and then both of you were in Steve's. You tried to subtly wipe your eyes, but of course they knew you'd been crying.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" Steve asked, his heart threatening to squeeze out his chest as he held both you and Bucky. "Did you get scared? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, you're safe, nothing can hurt you," Bucky added in a soothing tone. "We're here, my love. We're right here."

"I...sowwy."

"What?" Steve replied, completely surprised. "What are you sorry for honey? You didn't do anything wrong."

"S'posed to be 'sleep," you mumbled, the tears threatening again.

"Aw, that's okay Trouble," Bucky said with a soft smile. "Sometimes it takes me a long time to fall asleep too."

"Not....dat..." you whispered, before turning your ashamed face into Bucky's chest. They exchanged a quick look.

"What is it then, honey? You can tell us, it's okay," Steve said soothingly, rubbing circles on your back. "Daddy and I got you, okay? Can we please help you?"

You gulped, and looked up at them. They both seemed sincere, and you had no reason not to trust them...."I...I got scawed," you lisped out, your Rs turning into Ws the way they did when you were upset. "It's okay, Princess, Daddy and I will protect you from anything, okay? You know that, right?"

"Yeah...."

"Can you tell us what scared you?"

"No," you said, turning back into Bucky's chest.

"Why not baby?"

"Cause....'cause I don't wanna be bad...."

"You're not bad, Trouble. You're our good little girl. Please tell us what scared you. We won't be mad, we promise."

"Pwomise?"

"We promise," they said in unison. That was what finally broke you enough to tell them, the tears starting up again.

"I...I missed you and I wann'd to come back to the big bed but good giwls don't get outta bed and dey gotta be good and stay...."

You watched their faces closely as you confessed, just waiting for them to scold you. Instead, the softest smiles crossed their faces when they heard that you were missing them.

"Oh angel," Steve breathed, leaning in to rub his nose against yours. "How on earth could we be mad at you for missing us?"

"You...you not mad?"

"Not even a little bit, baby." "Cause guess what Trouble?" Bucky added, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"What?" you asked innocently, your wide, pleading eyes doing him in all over again.

"We were missing you too."

"You was?"

"Uh-huh. Big time."

"It's true, Baby. Daddy and I were talking about it before we heard you in the baby monitor."

"Was twying to be quiet and be good."

"And that was very sweet of you, lovebug, but listen to me, okay?" Papa said, scooting in even closer and putting a finger under your chin so you'd look him in the eye. "If you ever, and I mean ever, need me or Daddy, you can always, always, ALWAYS come to us. No matter what. Okay?"

You blinked up at him, astonished that you hadn't been the perfect little girl you were supposed to be....yet he still wanted you to come to him anyways? You knew you could trust your Papa....and he wouldn't lie to you....

"That's right, Baby Girl," Buck added, seeing your disbelief. "Doesn't matter if it's late at night, or early in the morning, or if you've just been put to bed- doesn't matter. Doesn't even matter if it's nowhere near bedtime. If you want us, you got us. Papa and I are here for you and want you to be the happiest baby in the world. So don't even think about it again- if you need me and Papa, you come get us. Understood?"

"I....I can come get you if I need you?"

"Of course you can, Trouble."

"Always," added Steve lovingly.

"Can I....can I...."

"Yes?"

"Can....I come....sweep with you tonight pwease?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Bucky teased, swinging you up in his arms suddenly and standing.

"Do you want to bring your new furry friends with you, baby?" Steve asked, already gathering them in anticipation of what he already knew you were going to say.

You couldn't even respond for a moment, you were so full of wonder and joy at their love and affirmation. At their care. They DID love you. They DID care for you. And you could make mistakes and they would still love you. No one had ever done that for you before. But maybe...just maybe...you had finally found it. The two bestest daddies in the entire world that genuinely loved and cared for you. Your heart was so full, it was amazing.

You nodded shyly at Steve, who grinned and carefully gathered Cap, BuckBear, and Jellybean. "I call cuddling with Baby and Cap," he said playfully as the three of you (well, the six of you counting the stuffies) made your way out of your bedroom.

"No fair!" Bucky said back in a theatrically wounded voice. "I wanna cuddle with Baby! And of course BuckBear. He is the handsomest, isn't he, Trouble?" When you gave your little giggle at their silliness, they both smiled those soft, special smiles at you again, making your heart warm and making you feel so loved all over again.

In no time at all, you were comfortably cuddled in the crook of Bucky's right arm while holding Steve's left forearm against your chest. After some more playful and gentle teasing, Cap was cuddled by Papa, BuckBear by Daddy, and Jellybean was squished up all cozy in between Papa's arm and you.

You sighed, feeling so loved and cared for. "Papa? Daddy?" you asked sleepily, as once more your eyelids became oh so heavy.

"What is it, baby?" Bucky asked in his deep, quiet tones.

"You are better dan a million nightlights," you said with a gentle smile.

They both leaned into you at that, giving you sweet goodnight kisses all over again. "You're the light of our lives, angel," Steve whispered. "We'll always be your nightlights."

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royalsweetteaa · 1 year ago

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Full to the brim

Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Short! Tiny! Reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - This story contains the following: explicit smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, praise kink, fluff, first time (together), fluff, pet names from Steve (doll, baby doll, sweetheart, love), reader has self-esteem issues, but Steve comes to the rescue ;)

Narrator POV

Tonight, you and Steve try to have penetrative sex together for the first time after you have been begging him relentlessly to give it a shot. In the duration of your relationship, Steve has been very hesitant about having sex with you due to the fact that he is massive compared to you, who on top of that was smaller than average women. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so you have done the alternatives.

You have tried oral sex and you two were already so pleased sticking to that, even though you still struggled to give Steve a blowjob, but Steve enjoyed and got off to your attempts of swallowing his huge dick.

Now, you were on the edge of the bed with Steve being in a sitting position and having you on his lap. You were in a reversed position - meaning you weren’t facing each other but he was behind you as his hands held your hips. It had taken several positions and attempts, but now you were finally past taking his tip and having him almost fully inside.

“F-fuck, daddy!” You cried out. Your body was trembling from how much Steve had stretched you. You could practically feel him in your stomach.

“Language,” Steve reminded firmly. “Can’t have you saying bad words while daddy is taking you, otherwise I’ll have to wash your mouth with soap.”

“I-I’m sorry, daddy, I didn’t mean to! You just feel so full inside of me. You’re so big!” You whined.

Steve chuckled lowly. “I know, baby doll. Your cunt makes a tight fit but that’s okay. It’s not your fault that you’re such a tiny baby.” Steve cooed. He looked down where the two of you connected. His cock was stretching your pulsing core to the point where it looked like you were about to split in two, but Steve had full control. He rubbed your throbbing clit, making you jolt and shake uncontrollably against his chest. He snakes his other hand to your belly, and he swore he could feel himself through your tummy. Fuck.

“You okay, love? If it’s too much, I can always pull out..” “NO! No, please daddy. I’m adjusting, it’s not hurting so much anymore..” you speak assuringly.

When more wetness starts gathering around his shaft, he holds you by the waist and pulls you slowly up and down onto his cock, almost as if you were a fleshlight. Your hand hooks onto his arms that were holding your waist, and you let out stuttering moans. “Ah!- Mmm, daddy! Oh daddy!” You cried out when his cock makes its way to the deepest parts of your body.

“You sure you’re alright? Should I stop?” Steve asks, his ruts becoming more hesitant. You quickly protest once again, “No, no daddy! It only hurts a little bit but it’s starting to feel so good! Please don’t stop!“

“Mmm, you’re a big girl, you know that? Taking daddy’s big fat cock into your tiny hole…so brave, you’re so brave for daddy.” He praises. It makes you all the more wetter when he praises you, and he knew that. His movements became smooth as it was now easier to have him gliding in and out with his cock. Your juices combined with his large amount of precum made the perfect lube.

“Oh, doll, you feel wonderful. You’re so perfect for me sweetheart. So perfect.” He said with a raspy voice. You shook your head. “No, I’m not, daddy…,” you let out a few breaths of air before continuing. “You had to work and wait so long until I was able to take half of you in…I’m so sorry daddy, I wish it was easier for you….ah-!” You yelped when Steve pinched your nipples and rutted his hips upwards against yours.

“Did I fuck you dumb or are you just being a dumb little doll questioning daddy’s judgement?” He asked with a stricter voice. “When I say you’re perfect, you’re perfect.” He started to suck bruising marks onto the skin of your neck. He had always said it was his way of claiming you. “Do you know how fucking hard I get from the mere thought of stretching your little pussy? Do you know how much I wanted to bust my load when I only got the tip in? Do you know how much I want to stuff you full of cum till your little tummy bloats? You make me loose the little self control I have when I’m around you, doll, so you better not be talking badly about yourself.”

You nodded frantically, feeling your climax closing in. “Y-Yes daddy, - ngh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to question you, - ah!”

“Atta girl, - apology accepted. Daddy’s getting close but I’m not gonna cum unless you do first, okay love?” After you hummed in response, Steve started to quicken his pace and you couldn’t help but reach your hand across his neck to pull him closer to you.

“C’mere love, I wanna kiss you.” He demanded softly. You turned to look at him before he pulled you to a long, sensual and loving kiss. His hand landed on your clit again, making it all the more difficult to last any longer. You broke the kiss as it was harder to contain your heavy breaths and moans. “O-Oh~ Daddy I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

“Go ahead doll, cum all over my cock like a good girl.” After a few seconds, you did so, cumming hard and twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. It was all too much, but it felt so good.

“Daddy, please cum inside me…I want to be full of your cum. Please, daddy give it to me!”

He grunted as his thrusts became frantic. “I’m gonna give it to you good, baby doll. Wanna stuff you full of me till you get pregnant and round with my baby…would you like that, love? Wanna start a family with me?” He asked, his voice dripping like honey.

You quickly nodded. “Mhm! Yes daddy, I wanna m-make you a real daddy, Steve! I l-love you so much!” You said and turned to him. Steve smiled with soft eyes. He has always wanted to have a family with you, and hearing you wanting to give him one now that you were able to take him made his heart flutter with delight.

“Alright, sweetheart. daddy’s gonna pump his sperm inside of you, - gonna make you a mommy.” He held tightly around your waist and chased his own high. His teeth gritted and he closed his eyes, taking in the delicious sensation of your wet channel. His mouth was hanging open, making it impossible to hold back the moans he was holding earlier. This was nothing like he has ever felt before, and even though he wanted to last longer, he knew he was bound to fail.

“Ah, shit! M’gonna-!” He threw his head up as he let loads shoot up inside you. He didn’t let you go, wanting to savor this moment as his cock was pulsing and emptying his balls full of seed. You let out a whimper of feeling his hot cum coating your walls. It felt like it was going on forever before he let out a heavy sigh and looked at you.

“How do you feel, love?” He asked. You tried to regulate your breathing before responding. “Amazing, daddy..I loved it so much.” you said. His nose nuzzled yours, enjoying the peace the sex gave you. Both of your muscles loosened up after an intense session, and now you were both tangled in each other’s bodies in bed, his cock still inside you.

“I love you, doll. You did wonderful keeping up with me. You’re a flawless woman, Y/N. Always remember that, okay?” He whispered.

You smiled and nodded, almost shedding a tear from his kind words. You cupped his face and gave him a long, heartwarming kiss. “Love you too, Steve. Thank you for being so good to me.”

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shadfanfic · 2 years ago

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You shouldn’t have done it papa!

Daddy! stucky x little! Reader

Summary: you trusted them but they betrayed you

Warnings:fluff!! At first and the end, mention of needless, mention of reader have to get some stitches, crying, yelling, cursing, reader has Trypanophobia but no one knew, didn’t edit it

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Sorry! It got short but I really like it! Hope u like it too! 🤍

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“that was a good meal huh?” Steve smiled down at you making you nod with big smile, he start wiping your mouth and cheeks with a wet cloth making you throw your head back

“Mm p-..papa nu more!" You tried to wiggle away

“Okay here I’m done” steve said and pick you up and rub your back lovingly

“Mm where’s daddy?” You put your head over steve shoulder and whisper steve lean so close to your ears and whisper knowing it tickles you when he whisper way too close to your ears

“in his morning run” steve whispered and start nibbling your ears and neck making you laugh super loudly “P-..PAPA! AH

AHAHAHA-..” you closed your eyes shut and start squirming allot trying so hard to get out of his grip

“woah woah why you screaming ?” Bucky came to the kitchen panting a bit with a smile on his face, he grabbed a cup start fulling it with water

“i think winter is arriving and someone is not allowed to walk barefoot anymore” bucky said and you immediately put your head up

“hey-.. no socks” you said with flushed cheeks cause you laughed allot

“no talking back trouble” bucky raised eyebrows and squished both of y/n cheeks with one hand and kisses her nose

“Mm please?” You gave bucky the biggest puppy eyes and he just smiled “then no walking if there’s no socks on these two feets” he smiled bigger when you nod excited that you well not walk!! Only be so close to your daddies in their lap all the time!..

After some hours you really regret making a deal with your daddy, it was too much .. the three of you couldn’t play hide and seek It was so boring,

“stay here y/n! I’m getting us something to drink” bucky said and kissed your cheek hard too annoy u then got up

“Don’t wipe my kisses away” bucky warned playfully and walked away

“daddy..” you said quietly and giggle when he looked at you “y/n?” He giggled too at your adorable giggles then you wipe his kiss and immediately got up and start running away giggling hard

“OH YOUR IN A BIG TROUBLE! RUN FASTER” bucky acted angry and start chasing you making you giggle more “oh noho!!” you run faster for the backyard door

“no! Sweetie!!-.. NOT THE-…!! “ steve wanted to yell but it was too late cause ur yelling took over his

“AHH!!-.. PAPA !!” You start yelling loudly and crying in pain you stepped into something sharp.

“Oh fuck!” Bucky picked you up in bridal style and hold you tightly while walking inside completely ignoring the fact that your bleeding foot is messing the floor

“it’s inside!? How big it is?” Bucky panicked and steve just sighed shakingly and open his phone too call bruce

“Let’s go buck!” Steve said opening the door for bucky and immediately follow

“i-..it hurts!! P-..please make it stop!” You were yelling uncontrollably making bucky hold your tighter

“I know baby i know” bucky said with tears in his eyes cause of your crys

since they started to be your caregivers they have never see like this, crying with so much panic and pain steve opened Bruce door without even knocking it only to find Bruce more than ready walking towards you three

“What happened?” Bruce gently picked you up from bucky even tho you tried to fight but couldn’t cause you got dizzy all of the sudden

“n-..no!” You hit Bruce weakly then

“Shh you gonna be okay” Bruce answered and walked with you in his arms to a bed and that’s when you start to panic

“m-..papa?…papa please i.. i wanna go” you put your hands up too your daddy and he just sighed feeling sad and worried why you were reacting like that?

“We have to wait here sweet girl” he rubbed your stomach trying to calm your sobs “d-..daddy?” You call and bucky immediately showed up “hey there beautiful” bucky smiled sadly at you “daddy p-..pick me up please I promise I’m not gonna walk but please! I wanna go! No needless please” you begged noticing Bruce get close to your feet “don’t touch me!” You looked at Bruce in his eyes really scared

“Bruce is trying to help you” bucky rub your shoulder and you only looked up at them with teary eyes “J-..just no needles please” you said quietly and tear up more when you feel them hold you down, bucky and steve held you tightly back in the bed “sweetheart i need you to relax okay? I well give you a big reward if you lis-…” Bruce was talking but you immediately cut him off with your loud screams making everyone in shock

“Bruce! Hurry the fuck up!” Bucky yelled so Bruce can hear him “okay okay..” Bruce started and you felt every single thing while you couldn’t move only screaming scared

“Please!! LISTEN!-..*sob* I DONT WANNA!” You panicked and start yelling more as loud as you can

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“Trypanophobia?…” bucky asked shocked and bruce sighed

“how didn’t we notice?” Steve facepalmed himself and walk too the room you were in but you immediately sat up

“No!!” You yelled at him and throw a pillow but it barely touched steve and he leaned down to pick it up

“Leave..nu papa is mean.”you said before another sob came out since you couldn’t control it long time ago

“Let’s talk please?” Steve walked trying to get closer but you just crawled back hitting the wall behind you and it immediately made you tear up

“sweetie you hurted your head?” He talked quietly and walk closer and open his arms you just stayed where you are crying silently flustered with how your day is going

“shh it’s all good” steve picked you up from under your arms and hug u tightly, you immediately warp your legs around his waist and hugged him tightly

“W-..why p..papa why d..did you m-..make him d..do it w-..why” you talked really upset and looked at him

He rubbed your back feeling so bad and hold you tight “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too upset you okay? But if we didn’t help you know it might have been wayyy worse puppa, i know you were scared and i know you hate needles but we had to do something about it as fast as possible” steve wiped your tears and removed your hair from your face and you listened quietly

“how about we go get ice cream? While i give you a back ride all the time? Huh? How does that sounds?” Steve smiled at your little shy smile and you just shock your head no “I’m sorry did she just refuse an ice cream?” Bucky came out from nowhere, his eyes were red and nose too he was clearly not liking the fact that you had to face your phobia like that “daddy?” You asked and tilted your head confused why he looks so sad “I’m sorry baby i really am” he rubbed your cheek with a sad smile “daddy i not mad” you bottom lip start shaking when you realise he was crying because of you “oh doll face no more crying everything is okay” bucky took you from steve and hugged you tightly rocking you side to side gently while hushing you

“Shh relax baby it’s all good now, you cried allot today you must be tired” daddy said and hugged you tightly making your whole body relax and you closed your eyes relaxing more as he continues to rock you until you slept deeply with comfort in your daddy’s arms

“she slept?” Steve said and smiled down at you “we are so lucky to have such a perfect baby” bucky smiled and kisses your forehead long

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ladysif8 · 3 months ago

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Lucky To Have Daddy

•Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

•Rating: Explicit

•Tags: College Student Bucky Barnes, Lawyer Steve Rogers, Baby Boy Bucky Barnes, Daddy Steve Rogers, Younger Man/Older Man, Established Relationship, Friday the 13th, Bad Luck, Anal Fingering , Anal Sex, Riding.

•Summary:

Bucky’s always had a streak of bad luck, but when things go wrong, there’s one person who can always make it better—his Daddy, Steve. 😏💙 Whether it’s missed ferries, broken computers, or just a rough day, Steve’s there to take care of his baby boy in every way.

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The skyscraper stood as an imposing sentinel in the heart of Manhattan, its sleek black facade a sharp contrast against the gloomy, rain-soaked afternoon. Shield Justice Partners LLP —was a monument of power and prestige, its dark glass exterior reflecting the city’s endless hustle. Bucky didn’t spare it a second glance as he stalked through the revolving doors, soaked to the bone and shivering from the relentless downpour outside.

Rainwater dripped from his hair, plastering it to his face, and his soaked sneakers squeaked obnoxiously against the pristine marble floors. The lobby was an architectural marvel, all polished stone and high ceilings with abstract sculptures jutting out at odd angles as if to remind everyone stepping inside that they were entering a realm of wealth and influence. A massive chandelier hung overhead, its crystals catching the artificial light in a way that should have been dazzling but instead just felt harsh and unwelcoming.

Bucky felt like a drowned rat amidst the opulence, the kind of out-of-place that made his skin itch. His day had started spiraling the second his eyes opened to a crack of sunlight slipping through Peter’s dingy curtains. He’d bolted upright, panicking when he saw the time, and the frantic rush had left him scrambling through his bag for essentials he’d apparently forgotten, like his wallet and phone charger. The ferry had left without him, and so had his chance of making it to class on time.

By the time he finally arrived, drenched from the rain that had started just as he’d stepped off the ferry, he was already thirty minutes late. His professor hadn’t even bothered to look up as he slunk into the back row, too ashamed and soggy to make excuses. Then there was the library fiasco.

Bucky trudged into the library with Peter, still bleary-eyed from their back-to-back lectures. After hours of Engineering classes, all Bucky wanted was to wrap up his midterm paper and finally cross something off his to-do list. They found their usual spot in the corner by the large windows, where the rain outside streaked down the glass in thin rivulets, a constant reminder of the miserable weather.

Peter had wandered off to grab snacks and came back, balancing two coffees and a bag of chips. He set a large cup in front of Bucky, steam curling up from the lid, filling the air with the warm, rich smell of caffeine. Bucky mumbled a quick thanks, barely looking up from his screen as he typed furiously, his fingers moving at lightning speed across the keyboard. The clock was ticking, and he could almost hear the seconds slipping away. He was so close to finishing, just a few more paragraphs, but his brain was threatening to quit on him.

He reached for the mug without thinking, setting it down on the very edge of the table as he grabbed for his notes, eyes never leaving his laptop. But fate, as it turned out, wasn’t on his side today.

One careless elbow nudge, and suddenly, the mug was teetering. Bucky’s heart dropped into his stomach as he watched it tip over, the dark liquid spilling out in what felt like slow motion. Coffee cascaded across the table, soaking into the haphazard pile of notes and papers before finally pooling under the laptop. He tried to snatch the cup upright, but it was too late. The liquid had already seeped into every crevice, and with a flicker and a sickening pop, the screen went black.

“Shit!” Bucky yelped, his voice echoing louder than intended in the otherwise quiet library. He lunged for his laptop, fingers jabbing at the power button in frantic repetition. “No, no, no.” His voice cracked, the words coming out as a desperate plea. He mashed the button again, praying for some sign of life, but the screen remained dark and lifeless. Hours of work—unsaved work—gone in an instant.

He slumped back in his chair, running a shaky hand through his hair, wetting the strands with his own coffee-stained fingers. The smell of burnt circuits mixed with the sharp bitterness of spilled coffee stung his nose. His pulse pounded in his ears, a drumbeat of frustration and disbelief.

Bucky glanced around, catching the sympathetic looks of a few nearby students. Normally, he’d flush with embarrassment, but today, he didn’t have the energy to care. He was too tired, too angry, too everything. He yanked a handful of napkins from his bag and tried to mop up the mess, but the dark stain had already spread, soaking into the table and the edges of his soggy notes. It was like trying to bail out a sinking ship with a teaspoon.

He pressed his forehead to the table, squeezing his eyes shut as if he could block out the world for just a minute. The cold, sticky coffee seeped into his sleeves, but he barely noticed. All he could think about was how much he needed a break, a do-over, anything to rewind the last five minutes. But the damage was done, and the day was only getting worse.

Peter hovered nearby, awkwardly holding a damp stack of napkins he’d grabbed in a panic. “I’m really sorry, man,” Peter said quietly, but Bucky just waved him off, too exhausted to respond. He could feel the frustration bubbling up, hot and relentless, but all he could do was take another shaky breath and try to hold it together.

It was just one of those days—the kind where everything that could go wrong did. And as the rain continued to patter against the windows, Bucky couldn’t help but feel like the universe was having a good laugh at his expense.

As Bucky stumbled through the lobby of the Shield Justice Partners LLP, every step felt heavier than the last. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep off the cursed day that seemed determined to bring him to his knees. His phone was still dead, a useless brick in his pocket, and his stomach growled loudly, a constant reminder that he hadn’t eaten anything since the coffee disaster. Despite the building’s overly aggressive heating system, he couldn’t shake the chill from his soaked clothes, and he shivered as he moved.

The guilt of showing up at Steve’s office unannounced weighed heavily on him. Even though he knew Steve wouldn’t mind and would probably just be relieved to see him, Bucky still felt like he was intruding. He clenched his jaw, pushing back the frustration and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him and headed toward the reception desk.

“Hey, Viv,” Bucky mumbled, lifting a hand in a half-hearted wave. He tried for a smile but only managed a grimace, his spirits too dampened by the day’s string of misfortunes.

Vivian raised an eyebrow, taking in his sodden appearance. “Rough day, huh?”

“Understatement of the century,” Bucky grumbled. “Steve around?”

“He’s in a meeting,” she said apologetically. “Should be done soon, though.”

Of course, he was. Bucky forced a tight nod, muttering his thanks before trudging past the sleek rows of glass-walled offices, their inhabitants all looking far more put together than he did. His sneakers squelched with every step, leaving a trail of water droplets on the immaculate carpet. When he finally pushed open the door to Steve’s office, he let it shut behind him with a satisfying click, muffling the distant chatter of high-powered attorneys.

Bucky tossed his wet bag onto the floor and collapsed onto the plush leather couch, letting out a heavy sigh as he sank into its embrace. He pulled his knees up to his chest, staring out at the rain that beat against the windows in rhythmic taps. The office was a sanctuary of calm amidst the chaos—a polished oak desk with a neat stack of files, a small potted plant Steve insisted made the space feel "homier," and the familiar scent of cedarwood and peppermint that clung to everything Steve touched.

Bucky closed his eyes, trying to focus on the steady sound of the rain instead of the gnawing hunger or the sting of his drenched clothes against his skin. It wasn’t much, but for now, it was enough.

Steve stepped out of the sleek conference room, the door clicking softly behind him as he walked into the bustling hallway. Natasha and Sam flanked him, still animatedly discussing the finer points of the case they had just gone over. Sam’s hands moved with emphasis as he laid out his argument while Natasha nodded along, her eyes sharp with focus. Steve listened, nodding thoughtfully and adding his own insights as they made their way through the busy corridors of Shield Justice Partners LLP, where the hum of conversation and the steady rhythm of clicking heels filled the air.

“Think we can push the judge on this one?” Sam asked, half-joking but clearly invested in the idea.

“Maybe,” Natasha replied with a slight smirk. “As long as we don’t put him to sleep first.”

Steve chuckled, feeling the weight of the meeting start to lift. As they passed through the crowded lobby, he gave Natasha and Sam a quick nod. “I’ll catch up with you both later,” he said, parting ways and heading directly toward Vivian’s desk.

Vivian, always composed and impeccably organized, glanced up from her computer as Steve approached. She was sorting through a small stack of papers, and she gave him a warm smile.

“Hey, Steve. How’d the meeting go?” she asked, sliding a folder in his direction.

“Went well,” Steve said, flashing a brief grin. He handed her a stack of papers, his expression shifting to one of mild exasperation. “Can you file these depositions for me? Thanks.”

Vivian nodded, jotting down a quick note on a sticky pad. “Of course. And these came in while you were in the meeting.” She handed him a small stack of call slips, which Steve quickly thumbed through. He noted a few from clients, a couple marked urgent, and one from his brother.

“Thanks, Viv,” Steve said, folding the slips into his pocket. “Anything else?”

Vivian hesitated slightly, her eyes drifting toward the hallway leading to his office. “Actually, Bucky’s in your office. He got here a little while ago.”

Steve raised a curious eyebrow, his gaze following hers toward his closed office door. “Bucky? Didn’t know he was stopping by,” he said, his tone a mix of surprise and mild concern. He thanked Vivian again before making his way down the hall, weaving through the maze of desks and glass-walled offices with purpose.

As Steve approached his office, he noticed the door was shut, the blinds drawn—a small sign that Bucky wanted some privacy. Steve paused outside, hand hovering over the doorknob for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He took a breath and turned the handle, pushing the door open quietly.

Inside, Bucky was curled up on the couch, his clothes soaked through and plastered to his body from the relentless downpour outside. His wet hair clung to his forehead in messy strands, and a small puddle was forming beneath his boots. The exhaustion and frustration on his face were palpable, even as he tried to find some solace in the soft cushions. The contrast between his drenched figure and the polished, orderly office was striking, and Steve’s concern deepened as he took in the scene.

Steve stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him. “Hey, Buck,” he said softly, careful not to startle him. “Rough day?”

Bucky stirred, his blue eyes weary and unfocused. He let out a tired sigh, sinking further into the couch cushions. “You have no idea,” he muttered, his voice low and defeated.

Steve crossed the room and settled down beside him, immediately feeling the chill from Bucky’s soaked clothes seep into the air. He reached over and began to gently push Bucky’s wet hair back from his face, his touch tender and soothing.

As Bucky looked up at Steve, he couldn’t help but notice the contrast between himself and the older man. Steve was dressed in a navy Hugo Boss suit, the white button-up shirt stretched across his broad chest and left open at the collar. His blonde hair was neatly styled back, and his beard, streaked with dark blond and a touch of gray, only added to his commanding presence. Steve looked every bit the epitome of success and strength—a striking figure with massive muscles that made Bucky feel like a mere potato in comparison.

Bucky’s bottom lip began to tremble, his breath hitching as he sniffled once, then twice, before he finally broke. In a sudden, desperate movement, he launched himself into Steve’s lap, his arms wrapping tightly around the older man’s torso as he buried his face into Steve’s stomach. The warmth and safety of Steve’s embrace were what he needed—what he’d been holding out for all day.

Steve didn’t hesitate, his big arms instinctively wrapping around Bucky’s smaller frame, pulling him close. “Shh, it’s okay,” Steve murmured softly, his voice low and soothing. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Bucky’s head, his lips lingering there as he held him.

Bucky shuddered, the floodgates finally opening as a sob escaped him, his body shaking with the force of it. “Daddy…” he whimpered, his voice muffled against Steve’s neck, the word coming out as both a plea and a comfort. Steve's heart clenched, his grip tightening protectively around Bucky as he continued to whisper soft reassurances, holding him as if he could shield him from all the bad days in the world.

Steve tightened his hold on Bucky, gently rocking him back and forth. “Daddy’s here,” he murmured softly, his voice full of reassurance as he kissed the top of Bucky’s head. The steady motion seemed to calm Bucky just a little, though his grip on Steve remained tight, as if letting go would send the world crashing down again.

But the moment was interrupted by the loud, almost comical growl of Bucky’s stomach. Steve paused, pulling back just enough to look down at Bucky with gentle concern. “Buck, have you eaten today?”

Bucky’s body tensed, and the tears that had slowed came rushing back in full force. He sobbed harder, burying his face deeper into Steve’s neck as the guilt surged through him. He knew Steve always got onto him when he forgot to eat, and today, of all days, he had to forget his wallet at Peter’s. Sometimes, school got so overwhelming that meals just… didn’t happen.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Bucky cried, his voice breaking as he clutched Steve’s suit tighter, trembling in his lap. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to forget my wallet. I just got so caught up and—” His words were jumbled, choked by sobs and the weight of his exhaustion.

Steve’s heart ached at the sound of Bucky’s apology. He cupped Bucky’s face gently, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, his tone soft and comforting. “I’m not mad. Daddy’s not mad at you. We’ll get you something to eat, alright? Just breathe.”

Bucky nodded weakly, the tension in his body slowly easing as Steve’s steady presence reassured him. Steve continued to rock him gently, whispering soothing words, knowing that sometimes Bucky just needed to be reminded that he wasn’t in this alone.

Eventually, Steve had to pull away as his office phone rang, the shrill tone breaking through the quiet moment. He pressed a kiss to Bucky’s temple before gently untangling himself from the younger man’s arms.

“I’ve got to take this, Buck,” Steve murmured, his voice still soft as he handed Bucky his cell phone. “Why don’t you order us some lunch? Get whatever you want.”

Bucky, still sniffling but calmer now, nodded as he curled up on the couch. He took the phone, feeling the warmth from Steve’s hand lingering on the device as he scrolled through the food delivery app. He flicked through the options, his mind still foggy from the emotional drain of the day, but when he saw the menu for his favorite Mexican takeout place in Manhattan, he made up his mind. Chips and queso. That was a safe bet, right? No one could be sad while eating chips and queso.

As Bucky scrolled through the options, his fingers hovered over the familiar dishes that always brought him comfort. After a day like this, he needed something warm, cheesy, and filling to make up for the absolute disaster his morning had been.

For himself, he settled on his go-to: Pollo a la Playa, or “chicken on the beach,” as he called it. A perfectly grilled chicken breast smothered in gooey queso served with a side of rice and a mountain of tortilla chips for dipping. The thought of that creamy, melty cheese oozing over the chicken made his mouth water. It was exactly what he needed to lift his spirits, at least a little.

Then came Steve’s order. Bucky let out a quiet sigh, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he added the usual "double fajita combo". Steve always had to be that person—the one who customized everything: no tortillas, no rice, just the chicken and steak with extra veggies. Bucky pictured the massive plate arriving, filled with grilled peppers, onions, and perfectly seasoned meats, and couldn’t help but shake his head. Only Steve could turn a perfectly good fajita into something that resembled a health-conscious plate, but Bucky loved him for it anyway.

He finished placing the order, feeling slightly better now that lunch was on the way. At least with chips, queso, and a heaping plate of Mexican food, things might start looking up.

Bucky kicked off his soaked shoes, watching as they thudded softly against the polished wood floor, leaving a small puddle behind. His socks squished uncomfortably, but he didn’t care. Barefoot, he padded over to Steve’s enormous mahogany desk, the smooth surface gleaming under the soft, warm light of the office. The room was just as grand as Steve himself—dark leather furniture, shelves lined with thick legal volumes, and the subtle scent of polished wood and cologne lingering in the air. It was impressive, a perfect reflection of Steve’s steady, commanding presence.

Steve was still on the phone, leaning back in his high-backed leather chair, his broad shoulders filling out the navy Hugo Boss suit he wore. His deep voice rumbled through the space, confident and calm as he spoke to the client on the other end of the line.

Bucky, feeling a sudden surge of affection and a desire to be close, hesitated for only a second before gently nudging Steve’s chair back. Steve glanced down, smirking, when he realized what Bucky was up to. Without missing a beat in his conversation, he slid his chair back just enough to give Bucky room.

Bucky carefully climbed into Steve’s lap, curling up against his strong chest, feeling the warmth of Steve’s body seep through his damp clothes. It was instant comfort. Steve, still talking on the phone, wrapped one arm around him, his large hand moving up and down Bucky’s back in slow, soothing circles.

The steady rhythm of Steve’s touch, combined with the low rumble of his voice, lulled Bucky into a state of peace. He rested his head against Steve’s shoulder, closing his eyes as the stress of the day melted away. The deep, soothing timbre of Steve’s voice felt like a lullaby, pulling him closer to sleep with each word.

Bucky was on the edge of dozing when the soft click of the door opening barely registered in his foggy mind. He almost didn’t hear Vivian as she slipped into the office thirty minutes later, balancing their takeout bags in one hand.

“Your lunch, Steve,” Vivian whispered with a knowing smile, her gaze flicking to Bucky, who was curled up comfortably in Steve’s lap.

Steve gave her a grateful nod. “Thanks, Viv. Go ahead and take your hour lunch,” he said, his hand still moving rhythmically over Bucky’s back as he wrapped up his phone call. Though he was speaking into the receiver, his attention never fully left the boy nestled against him.

The rich scent of Mexican food began to fill the room, and Bucky stirred slightly, blinking drowsily as the familiar aroma tugged him back from the edge of sleep. He shifted a little, his cheek pressing against Steve’s chest, before he let out a soft yawn, clearly fighting the urge to fall back asleep.

“You smell that, sweetheart?” Steve murmured with a small smile, gently coaxing him awake. "Lunch is here.”

Bucky blinked a few more times, then mumbled, “Mmm, smells good,” his voice thick with sleep as he began to sit up, the warmth and security of Steve’s lap still making it hard to fully wake up.

Steve wrapped up his phone call with a calm, professional goodbye, his voice steady as he hung up the receiver. He glanced down at Bucky, who was softly snoring again, his face pressed against Steve’s chest, his breath warm and slow. Steve couldn’t help but smile fondly, threading his fingers through Bucky’s messy, damp hair, pushing the unruly strands out of his face.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve murmured softly, gently rocking him in his lap. “Time to wake up, baby boy. Lunch is here.”

Bucky made a quiet, groggy sound in response, mumbling something unintelligible as he burrowed deeper into Steve’s chest, reluctant to move. Steve chuckled, his deep laugh vibrating through his chest and against Bucky’s cheek. Without disturbing him too much, Steve leaned over, opening the containers of food that sat on the desk nearby.

The rich, mouthwatering aroma of grilled chicken, warm rice, and creamy queso filled the room, instantly overpowering the scent of the rain lingering in Bucky’s soaked clothes. The smoky fragrance of charred peppers and onions from Steve’s fajita platter blended perfectly with the cheesy goodness wafting up from Bucky’s Pollo a la Playa. Steve’s stomach grumbled in anticipation, and he smiled to himself, glad that he’d ordered something hearty for both of them.

Bucky’s meal looked like pure comfort food—the grilled chicken breast was smothered in a thick, golden layer of cheese sauce that glistened under the overhead light. The rice was a bright, fluffy yellow, nestled beside the chicken, with crispy tortilla chips arranged along the edge of the container, perfect for scooping up the creamy queso that had pooled to one side.

Steve’s own fajitas looked equally tempting—the sizzling pieces of steak and chicken sat on a bed of roasted bell peppers and onions, their smoky, charred edges glistening. He’d skipped the tortillas, of course, because he had to be that person, but the meal still smelled heavenly.

Steve carefully speared a juicy piece of Bucky’s chicken, the melted cheese dripping from the fork. He added a scoop of rice on top, the grains sticking together under the weight of the sauce. Smiling down at Bucky, he held the fork up to his boyfriend’s mouth.

“Come on, baby boy,” Steve coaxed gently, his voice soft and reassuring. “You gotta eat.”

Bucky stirred, blinking sleepily as his eyes slowly opened, still half-lidded and unfocused. He was clearly still out of it, but the smell of the food was enough to pull him from the haze of sleep. He let out a little sigh, then opened his mouth just enough for Steve to slip the fork in. The moment the cheesy, flavorful chicken hit his tongue, Bucky let out a quiet hum of approval, too tired to respond fully but clearly enjoying the taste.

Steve chuckled softly, watching Bucky’s expression shift from groggy to content. He rubbed gentle circles on Bucky’s back with one hand while preparing another bite with the other.

“That’s my good boy,” Steve murmured, holding up the next forkful. “We’ll get you fed, then you can rest some more.”

Bucky gave a slight nod, too sleepy to speak, but the way he relaxed against Steve’s chest said enough.

Steve ended up feeding Bucky half of his food, alternating between bites for himself and offering forkfuls to his still-drowsy boyfriend. Bucky sat quietly, gratefully accepting each bite, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. After a while, Bucky perked up enough to gently push Steve's hand away.

“I got it,” he muttered softly, still nestled in Steve’s lap. He picked up the fork and began feeding himself, though he stayed exactly where he was, refusing to leave the comfort of Steve’s warmth.

Steve let him settle in, one hand still rubbing slow, soothing circles on Bucky's back. "So, you gonna tell me what happened today?" he asked, his tone casual but full of concern.

Bucky sighed, setting his fork down on the edge of the container. His belly was nearly full, the warmth of the food spreading through him, but now he was left with the weight of his miserable day. He shifted slightly in Steve’s lap, leaning back against the broad chest behind him.

"Missed the ferry this morning," Bucky began, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperation. "I was so exhausted. I overslept, so I was late to class. Forgot my wallet, too. I left it at Peter’s. Then, my computer crapped out at the library, thanks to a nice, big spill of coffee all over it. And then it started to rain, and the forecast called for clear skies today.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at that, his hand pausing briefly before resuming its comforting path along Bucky’s spine. "Ah, that’s why you looked like a drowned rat earlier?"

"Yeah," Bucky sighed, his voice full of frustration. "Everything went wrong today."

Steve’s heart softened at the sound of Bucky’s sigh. He pressed a kiss to the top of Bucky’s head, his beard brushing against Bucky’s hair. "Sounds like you had a rough day, baby," he murmured. "But it's over now. We’ll get you through this.”

Bucky shifted, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He was dry now, warm and full, content in Steve’s lap despite everything. He leaned into the kiss, the steady beat of Steve’s heart beneath his ear calming his frazzled nerves.

“I’ll take you to get a new computer after work," Steve said, his tone firm yet gentle. "Don’t worry about that. We’ll get you set up again.”

Bucky let out a quiet hum of gratitude, the offer taking some of the pressure off his shoulders. “Thanks, Daddy,” he mumbled, his voice soft but genuine.

Steve just smiled, giving Bucky’s back a final rub. "Of course. You don’t need to thank me for that. Just focus on getting through the rest of the day, alright?"

Bucky nodded, biting his lip, the warm, fuzzy feeling of comfort and security spreading through him. He could feel the soft, steady rhythm of Steve’s heartbeat beneath him, the warmth of the food settling into his stomach, and the safety of Steve’s lap enveloping him. The combination was soothing, but it also had an unexpected effect. As he wiggled slightly, adjusting himself on Steve’s lap, he felt a stirring in his jeans that he couldn’t ignore.

He glanced up at Steve through his lashes, his blue eyes half-lidded and soft with a mix of vulnerability and affection. The feeling of Steve’s warmth was intensifying, and he found himself inching closer, trying to find a more comfortable position. The gentle pressure against Steve’s thigh only made him more aware of his body’s reaction.

With a sweet, almost shy smile, Bucky murmured, “Daddy…” His voice was soft and tender, carrying a hint of need and affection.

Steve’s breath hitched slightly at the sound of Bucky’s voice, the way it rolled off his tongue with that particular inflection. He looked down, meeting Bucky’s gaze with a mixture of surprise and affection. He could sense the shift in Bucky’s demeanor and the subtle hint of desire in his eyes.

“Yeah, baby boy?” Steve asked, his voice low and gentle, a hand now resting possessively on Bucky’s hip. His fingers stroked soothingly along the seam of his jeans over his thickening cock. “You feelin’ needy, sweetheart?” Steve’s voice was low and rumbly, filled with a mixture of tenderness and an underlying current of desire.

Bucky’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and he nodded slowly, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he took in Steve’s words. “Uh-huh,” he murmured, his voice soft and trembling with a blend of embarrassment and longing.

Steve’s gaze softened with understanding. “Go lock the door, honey,” he instructed, his tone gentle but firm, carrying an unmistakable hint of command.

Bucky shifted reluctantly from Steve’s lap, his movements slightly awkward as he stood up, still feeling the lingering warmth of Steve’s embrace. He padded over to the office door, his wet clothes making soft sounds against the polished floor. His hands trembled slightly as he turned the lock, his mind racing with the anticipation of what was to come.

Once the door was secured, he turned back to Steve, a mix of nervousness and eagerness written across his face. His heart raced as he approached Steve again, ready to embrace the comfort and closeness he craved.

Steve watched Bucky with a blend of affection and anticipation as the younger man returned to the center of the office. The warmth in Steve’s gaze was tempered by a gentle but commanding authority.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Steve said softly, his voice carrying a soothing yet unmistakable edge. Bucky moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up at Steve.

“Strip for me, baby,” Steve instructed, his tone gentle but firm, allowing Bucky the space to comply at his own pace. “I want you to feel completely comfortable.”

Bucky’s hands trembled slightly as he began to undo the buttons of his soaked shirt, his fingers moving with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. He met Steve’s gaze with a shy, eager look, his cheeks still flushed with warmth.

As each button came undone, Bucky felt a growing sense of liberation, the weight of his dreadful day dissipating with every inch of skin he bared. His shirt fell open, revealing a slim, well-toned torso that drew a soft, appreciative hum from Steve. Bucky’s breath hitched at the sound, his pulse quickening with each beat.

Steve’s eyes followed every movement, his gaze intense yet tender. “That’s it, baby boy,” he murmured encouragingly as Bucky slipped the shirt off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. “You’re doing so well.”

Encouraged by Steve’s gentle tone, Bucky reached for the waistband of his jeans. The metal of the button seemed unusually cold against his thumb, a stark contrast to the warmth spreading through him as he noticed Steve’s attentive stare. Slowly, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down along with his underwear, revealing more of himself to Steve.

Now standing in nothing but his skin, Bucky felt both exposed and exhilarated. The cool air of the office brushed against his bare body, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. His eyes remained locked with Steve's, seeking reassurance and finding it in the warm approval that glowed there.

Steve’s voice was a soft growl of appreciation as he surveyed Bucky's figure. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice heavy with admiration and desire. He patted his lap invitingly. "Come back here, baby."

Bucky moved forward, the carpet muffling his steps as he returned to Steve’s embrace. His nakedness against Steve's clothed form created a thrilling contrast of textures, and Bucky shivered with pleasure as he resettled onto Steve's lap, feeling the fabric of Steve’s slacks against his own bare skin.

Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky, pulling him close, chest to back, enveloping him in warmth and strength. His hands roamed over Bucky’s

sides and chest, tracing lines and patterns that made Bucky's breath catch in his throat. The safety and affection in Steve’s touch reassured him, even as his body responded with growing need.

“There, settled?” Steve’s voice was close to Bucky's ear, a warm breath tickling him. His words were simple, but they carried the weight of their bond, grounding and calming Bucky amidst the storm of emotions.

Bucky nodded against Steve’s shoulder, his arms coming up to wrap around Steve's neck. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered back, allowing all the tension to drain from his body.

Steve’s hand drifted lower, exploring the curve of Bucky’s hip before gripping firmly, anchoring him in place. The other hand continued its soothing motions across Bucky’s chest and stomach, each touch stoking the fire that was building within him.

“Good boy,” Steve murmured approvingly, feeling Bucky melt under his touch.

With deliberate slowness, Steve’s hands continued their exploration, now sliding down to caress Bucky’s thighs. His touches were like sparks, igniting flames along paths they traced. Bucky shuddered, his hips unconsciously seeking more contact, more of Steve’s warmth.

Steve obliged, his grip tightening just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through Bucky’s body. His other hand ventured upward again, teasing across Bucky’s chest and pinching a nipple gently between thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from Bucky that filled the room with a charged atmosphere. Steve's fingers tweaked the sensitive bud a bit more firmly, drawing out a low moan from Bucky, his body arching instinctively into the touch.

"Sensitive here, aren't you, baby?" Steve murmured, voice laced with both amusement and deep arousal as he watched Bucky react to his ministrations.

"Yes, Daddy..." Bucky managed to get out, his voice breathy and laden with desire. His eyes fluttered shut as he surrendered to the sensations, trusting Steve to lead them through this intimate dance.

Steve’s smile was tender yet wicked as he continued his exploration, now tracing a finger down the center of Bucky’s chest and belly, stopping just above his groin. The anticipation built like electricity in the air between them, palpable and buzzing.

"Want more?" Steve asked though it was less of a question and more a confirmation of what he already knew.

Bucky nodded vigorously, his eagerness clear. "Please, Daddy."

Steve's eyes darkened with desire at the plea, his hands now moving with more purpose. He traced light circles around Bucky’s navel, then lower still, until his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin near Bucky’s groin. Bucky gasped, his body tightening in anticipation of further touch.

"Tell me what you need," Steve said, his voice a commanding rumble that vibrated through Bucky.

"I need you, Daddy," Bucky admitted, his voice thick with urgency. "Please touch me."

Steve nodded approvingly at the honest plea, his fingertip finally grazing the tip of Bucky's erection. Bucky shuddered, a low moan escaping him as Steve’s touch promised relief from the building pressure.

Slowly, Steve encircled Bucky’s length with his fingers, grip firm and sure. He began to stroke him gently at first, gauging Bucky’s reactions as he adjusted the pressure and pace according to the soft whimpers and sharp intakes of breath that Bucky offered in response. Each movement was measured and purposeful, drawing out the tension and pleasure coiling within Bucky.

"You're doing so well for me," Steve whispered his voice a soothing balm as he continued to stoke the fire within Bucky. His thumb brushed over the sensitive head with each pass, eliciting small cries from Bucky that filled the quiet office with an intimate symphony.

Bucky's hands clutched at Steve’s shoulders, his grip tightening as waves of pleasure washed over him. The world narrowed down to the sensation of Steve’s hands on him and the comforting weight of Steve’s presence beneath him. No other thoughts persisted; there was only here and now and the overwhelming tide of pleasure that Steve orchestrated with expert hands.

"More," Bucky pleaded breathlessly, caught in the throes of building ecstasy. "Please, Daddy."

Steve increased the pace, his strokes becoming more insistent and firm. Bucky arched into the touch, his body responding eagerly to the relentless rhythm set by Steve. The room was filled with the sound of his labored breathing and the soft noises of pleasure that spilled from his lips.

With a deep, guttural moan, Bucky ground his hips against Steve's lap, feeling the heat and hardness of the older man's cock pressing firmly against his plump ass. A desperate whine escaped his lips as he arched his back, craving more of Steve's touch. "D-daddy," he whimpered, his voice needy and pleading. "I want your cock," he begged, his body trembling with desire.

Steve's breath hitched at the raw urgency in Bucky’s plea, his own desire flaring hotter in response. "You want that, baby? You want to feel me inside you?" His voice was deep and rough with his own need, yet he maintained the control and steadiness that Bucky relied on.

"Yes, please, Daddy, I need it," Bucky breathed out, his eyes glassy with desire and trust as he looked up into Steve's face.

With a gentle but firm grip, Steve eased Bucky off his lap, guiding him to stand before him. His hands were tender as they roamed over Bucky’s body, squeezing his hips reassuringly before gently turning him around. "Bend over the desk for me," Steve instructed softly, giving Bucky a light pat on the hip to nudge him into position.

Bucky complied eagerly, bending over the sturdy oak desk that had witnessed many of their private moments. The cool wood pressed against his heated skin, sending a shiver through his body. He rested his chest and cheek against the smooth surface, turning his head to look back at Steve with anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Steve growled, his hands gripping Bucky's ass with bruising force. He spread the younger man's cheeks apart; his eyes fixated on the puckered entrance of Bucky's body. “Jesus Christ, baby boy,” he muttered, tracing a thick finger along Bucky's sensitive rim and eliciting a guttural moan from him.

Steve flings open his top desk drawer, revealing a half-empty bottle of lube. The snick of the bottle cap echoes through the room, sending shivers down Bucky's spine. As the cold drizzle of lube hits his heated rim, Bucky's toes curl, and his back arches, a guttural moan escaping his lips. A rush of pleasure courses through him as Steve's touch ignites a fiery sensation within him.

"You know the rules, Buck," Steve's voice is low and dangerous as his pointer finger circles relentlessly over Bucky's quivering entrance. The sharp sting of Steve's hand on his ass makes Bucky gasp, his body arching in response.

"I'm talking to you," Steve snaps, grabbing a handful of Bucky's hair and yanking him back. Bucky moans, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure shot through his body.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," he manages to whimper out.

"You don't get to cum yet," Steve growls, pressing his finger harder against Bucky's fluttering hole. "Not until Daddy's cock is buried deep inside you."

Bucky can feel the pressure building in his body, the desperate need to release, but he knows better than to disobey Daddy's orders. He nods vigorously, his face flushed with the intensity of his desire and the effort to obey. "Yes, Daddy."

Steve nods slightly, satisfied by Bucky's submission. He applies more lube, slicking his fingers thoroughly before easing one inside Bucky. He watches intently as Bucky's body relaxes slowly to accommodate him, a low groan of approval escaping his lips at the feeling of being filled.

"Good boy," Steve praises softly, his voice steady and calm even as his own body aches with need. He begins to move his finger slowly, preparing Bucky with patience and care, adding a second finger only when he feels Bucky relax under his touch.

Bucky's breath hitches as Steve finds just the right angle, pressing against that spot inside him that makes his entire body jolt with pleasure. "D-daddy," he stammers out, pushing back against Steve’s fingers, seeking more of that overwhelming sensation.

"I've got you," murmurs Steve, his voice thick with arousal as he works his fingers deeper, stretching and preparing Bucky meticulously for what's to come. The slow, deliberate pace he sets is maddening but necessary, building anticipation to an almost unbearable pitch.

Bucky moans loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the office. Each thrust of Steve’s fingers sends waves of pleasure crashing through him. "Please, Daddy," he begs again, his voice breaking with need.

"Almost there, baby," Steve reassures him, slipping a third finger inside. The stretch is more intense now, burning slightly but overwhelmingly good. Bucky pushes back against him, desperate to take more.

Steve leans down over Bucky’s back, his breath hot against his ear. "You’re doing so well for me," he murmurs, his voice laced with pride and desire. "Just a little more."

With his free hand, Steve reaches around to grasp Bucky’s throbbing erection, stroking him in time with the slow, deliberate pace of his fingers. The dual sensations send Bucky teetering on the edge of oblivion; his entire focus narrowed to the feeling of Steve's fingers inside him and around him.

"Steve… Daddy, please," Bucky gasps out, his voice desperate and thick with arousal. "I can't hold on much longer."

"Hold on for me, baby boy," Steve responds firmly, the authority in his voice making Bucky shudder with a mix of compliance and anticipation. He quickens the pace slightly, his fingers stroking deeper and harder, pushing Bucky closer to the brink.

The room is heavy with the scent of their arousal, the only sounds being Bucky's desperate moans and the slick, rhythmic movement of Steve's fingers. Steve watches Bucky’s every reaction, from the way his back arches to meet each thrust to the biting of his lip in an effort to stifle his cries.

"You're so good, baby. So perfect," Steve coos, his voice a mixture of admiration and lust as he continues to work his fingers inside Bucky, feeling him clench around them. "That's it, just like that."

Bucky's hands clench into fists against the desk, his knuckles whitening with the effort to hold back, to obey Steve's command. The pleasure is almost too much, overwhelming in its intensity, and he feels on the edge of something monumental.

Then, without warning, Steve pulls his fingers free, leaving Bucky feeling suddenly empty but tingling with anticipation. He hears the sound of Steve unbuckling his belt, the metallic clink thrillingly ominous. A rush of desire floods Bucky's system as he hears the fabric of Steve’s trousers rustle as they drop to the floor.

Steve's body is tense with arousal as he sits in his chair, his hand wrapped tightly around his throbbing, flushed cock. It feels like steel in his grasp, ready to pound and ravage. He groans at the sight of his boy, bent over his desk, presenting himself to Steve.

"Come here, baby," Steve husks, his voice thick with primal desire.

Bucky stands up straight, turning to climb onto Steve's lap, but he is stopped by the older man's strong grip on his waist.

"Turn around for me, baby," Steve commands, his eyes blazing with lust. Bucky obeys, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness as Steve arranges him so that his back is to him. Steve's hand is still slick from stroking himself, and he grips Bucky's hip firmly as he guides him back towards him. Bucky can feel Steve's hot breath on his neck, and it only adds to the intense sensation that is building within him.

Steve positions Bucky carefully, ensuring that he is perfectly aligned. With one hand steadying Bucky at the hip, Steve uses the other to guide his eager, pulsing member to the place where they both needed it most. He positions himself at Bucky's entrance, the head of his cock pressing insistently against him. Bucky takes a deep breath, grounding himself in the sensation, preparing for the stretch and fill that he both dreads and craves.

"Ready, baby boy?" Steve's voice is heavy with desire, a gentle rumble against the charged silence of the room.

Bucky nods, his breath hitched in his throat, unable to trust his voice. He pushes back slightly, signaling his readiness and eagerness—a silent plea for relief from the throbbing need within him.

Bucky lets out a guttural moan as the thick head of Steve's cock presses against his burning rim, stretching it to its limits. He bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, bracing himself for the inevitable intrusion. Steve's finger trails teasingly over his sensitive rim, igniting a burning fire within Bucky's body.

"That's it, sweet baby," Steve purrs, his thumb caressing Bucky's hip in soothing circles. "Open up for your Daddy." With each word, the pressure against Bucky's entrance increases, and he can feel himself stretching and readying for what's to come. "Let me in, my beautiful boy," Steve growls in Bucky's ear, sending a thrill of both pleasure and fear through him.

Bucky's response is a ragged breath, his body trembling as he feels the first breach. The intrusion is slow but relentless, Steve taking every care to ensure it’s bearable, even as it overwhelms Bucky with its intensity.

“Daddy,” he gasps, his fingers clawing desperately into the leather armrests of Steve's desk chair. Beads of sweat form on his forehead as he tries to hold back tears, but the pain in his chest is too much. He can feel his heart racing, and he struggles to catch his breath as he pleads for mercy. He feels himself being filled, stretched, claimed in a way that sends his senses reeling and his mind blanking out everything but the sensation of being utterly possessed by Steve.

"Good boy... so good for me," Steve murmurs as he carefully sinks in deeper, his voice a steady stream of praise and encouragement.

With each slow, deliberate movement, Steve's presence inside him becomes more pronounced, the feeling so intense that Bucky's thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. The pain of the initial stretch fades into a dull throb, overtaken by a surge of pleasure that courses through his veins like wildfire.

"You can take it, baby. I know you can," Steve breathes out, his hand moving from Bucky's hip to caress his flushed cheek. He turns Bucky’s face towards him, capturing his lips in a deep, possessive kiss that steals the breath from both of them.

As Steve's massive cock plunges deep into Bucky's searingly hot hole, Bucky gasps for air and arches his back, surrendering to the sensations coursing through his body. Steve's lips rain down kisses on Bucky's neck, igniting a fire within him that threatens to consume them both.

Bucky lets out a strangled moan as Steve adjusts himself inside him, stretching him to his limits with his monstrous horse cock. He can feel every inch of it filling him up, claiming him as his own. With each thrust, Bucky's knees are forced over Steve's forearms while his strong fingers grip onto Bucky's inner thighs, his feet perched on either on Steve’s massive thighs, he’s holding Bucky open, making him feel vulnerable.

Despite the intense pleasure surging through him, Bucky can't help but blush deeply at how exposed he is, his body trembling and slick with sweat. He knows he must look like a mess, but in this moment, with Steve taking him so completely, he couldn't care less. All that matters is the overwhelming desire coursing between them and the undeniable love they share.

Steve adjusts his grip, tilting Bucky's hips just so, finding that angle that makes Bucky cry out—a sharp, keening sound that fills the room. "There, baby. Right there," Steve murmurs, his voice low and triumphant as he hits that spot again relentlessly.

"Steve—Daddy!" Bucky's voice breaks on the word, tears of pleasure-spiked pain and overwhelming emotion leaking from his eyes. He feels broken open, remade under Steve's careful ministrations. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating through him, building a pressure that threatens to undo him completely.

Steve's hot breath tickles Bucky's ear as he leans in closer, his voice a commanding whisper. "Let go for me, baby boy. I've got you," he growls, his thrusts becoming more urgent and intense with each passing second. Bucky can feel the release building inside him, just on the edge of exploding. "Show daddy how good you are at making that pretty cock bounce," Steve demands, his words sending shivers down Bucky's spine as he obeys with ferocious determination.

Bucky's fingers dig into the leather with a vice-like grip, his toes curling against Steve's thighs as he uses every ounce of strength in his core to ride the massive cock impaling him. He thanks the heavens for his rigorous gym routine as he bounces up and down on the massive cock pounding into his insatiable ass. The heat and pleasure coursing through his body is almost too much to bear, but he grits his teeth and bounces up and down with determination.

"That's it, baby," Steve groans, his eyes fixated on Bucky's flushed face and bobbing cock with each thrust. "Look at you, honey."

"Ngh," Bucky moans.

The sounds of their bodies colliding fill the room, the wet slap of his cock against his stomach mixing with Bucky's grunts and Steve's groans of ecstasy. Bucky can feel himself losing control, the coil of release tightening in his gut as he rides higher and higher toward climax. He can barely hear Steve's encouraging words over the pounding of his own heart, but it only adds fuel to the fire burning within him.

Mercifully, Steve takes pity on him and begins to meet his thrusts with an animalistic ferocity. He plunges into him with unbridled force; each thrust driving deeper and harder until they merge into one being, consumed by their primal desires.

As the pace quickens, Steve's grip tightens, and Bucky's breath becomes more ragged and desperate. His world narrows to the feel of Steve inside him, the powerful strokes that drive into him relentlessly. Every nerve ending screams with a mixture of pain and pleasure, blurring into a sensation so overwhelming it borders on transcendental.

Steve's voice, once smooth and controlling, now carries a ragged edge of need that matches Bucky's own. "Come for me, baby," Steve commands, his hand snaking around to grasp Bucky’s throbbing cock firmly. "Let me see you lose yourself."

With a strangled cry, Bucky feels the dam break within him. His body tightens around Steve like a vice, pulsating with every thrust as he spills himself over Steve's sinewy hand and onto his own heaving stomach. The release is cataclysmic, ripples of pleasure tearing through him as he rides out the waves with loud, broken cries. His entire being is alight, every cell singing with the release as Steve continues to thrust into him, prolonging the aftershocks that ripple through Bucky's sensitive body.

Steve's own groans grow louder and more urgent, and with a few final, deep thrusts, he finds his release. He buries himself deep inside Bucky, his body shuddering against him as he pours himself into the heat of his boy’s body. Panting hard, he collapses back into his chair.

Steve strokes Bucky's damp hair back from his face, his touch gentle after the storm of their passion. He leans down to plant a soft kiss on Bucky’s forehead, murmuring soothing words that blend into the heavy breathing filling the room.

“You did so well, my boy,” Steve whispers, pride and love evident in his voice. The tenderness in his tone is a stark contrast to the commanding growls that had echoed earlier. He carefully shifts them, mindful of Bucky’s spent body, easing him off his lap and onto a more comfortable sitting position beside him.

Bucky leans against Steve, his head resting on Steve’s shoulder, feeling drained yet enveloped in a sense of complete contentment. The harsh panting slowly subsides into steady breathing as they both come down from the high of their climax.

Steve wrapped his arm around Bucky, drawing him close and grounding him with his comforting presence. The two sat in peaceful silence, their breathing in sync as the soft hum of the building’s heating system filled the quiet. Steve’s warmth provided Bucky with a sense of calm, but after a while, Bucky began to shift uncomfortably.

Noticing his fidgeting, Steve chuckled softly and reached into the bottom drawer of his desk, retrieving a package of sensitive baby wipes. “You seem a little restless, sweetheart,” he teased, his tone gentle and affectionate. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Bucky murmured with a small, relieved smile as Steve began to clean him up. The cool wipes soothed his skin, and Steve’s touch was tender, each movement deliberate and caring, ensuring Bucky’s comfort.

Once they were both cleaned up and the leftovers disposed of, Steve kissed Bucky softly, brushing his lips against his forehead. “Why don’t you settle in for a bit? I’ve got a few more hours of work to finish.”

He handed Bucky his phone and wallet. “Look at some computers while you wait.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Bucky said, nodding. He stood on his tiptoes to give Steve a quick kiss before heading over to unlock the office door. He padded over to the couch and curled up comfortably, pulling up the Apple Store website and scrolling through the latest models. The day might have started out rough, but as Bucky relaxed with Steve nearby, he could feel his luck beginning to change. He was lucky to have such a wonderful Daddy.

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ace-of-gay · 2 years ago

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Stucky x little reader

956words

Warnings: age regression, paci, bottle, nursery,

Little names like little star, baby etc. The title daddy for bucky and dada for steve as the caregivers. Little reader is in a newborn mindset, age regression can be voluntary or involuntary if you dont understand i suggest either not reading it or educating yourself on the subject

Dont like it dont read it.

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially after a warning.

No hate will be tolerated, all hate will be deleted or even blocked

No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned

Edited to the best of my ability

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Bucky and Steve encouraged your age regression knowing it’d help you in the long run.

They’ve seen you smol from six to one and occasionally younger but never as young as you are today, from Impending stress and being stuck big for a couple of weeks they knew at some point you were going to be extra smol and possibly very emotional but they were prepared for anything.

Anything in all regards so when they woke up thus morning to you buried into Bucky's side, mouth agape and paci fallen somewhere between your body and his.

Seeing you little and all cuddled up to one of your daddies stole their hearts, they both absolutely cherished it so very much.

Bucky tried to get up carefully not to nudge or shift you but the slightest feeling of movement woke you up with a gasp, before your chin started to wobble and a wail broke from you.

Eyes clenched shut, arms haphazardly flailing outward to find such comfort you had before.

It clicked quickly to both of them that you weren’t just smol, you felt tiny, equal to a newborn.

Bucky out of fear of hurting you hesitated eyes big in shock, he was prepared but he had no idea how to care for you in a newborn mindset, if you’re going to have bigger needs or if your likes and dislikes would be the same.

In the few seconds he was in shock Steve had crossed the room to Bucky’s side of the bed, softly cooing to help calm you, picking you up making sure to support your head he smiles to himself, swaying side to side to soothe you.

"Hey little star, did daddy’s startle you while getting up hmm? That’s okay, he didn't mean too"

Swaying with you, your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, on hand clutching your dadas shirt and the other clasped around three of his fingers.

"Hey button I’m gonna need my hand back?"

Bucky chuckles feeling much more aware of the situation and what he needs to do, he goes and grabs a paci and a lovie with a rattle in its head.

Bucky helped unwrap your hand from Steve’s and replace it with the lovie, touching the paci nib to your lips you instantly take it.

They both head out to the living room where seats himself and you on the couch, while Bucky finds his way to the kitchen.

You lean back a little to look at him, he grins back at you "you’re just the cutest" he announces before giving you scattered kisses across your nose and cheek, causing you to trill and coo behind you paci, dropping your lovie you pat both hands against his chest causing him to scatter kisses again followed by another trill and happy screech.

He calms you down and taps the button of your paci "give dada kiss?" you stare at him with no idea what hes saying until he taps his lips and you realize.

Basically falling forward you tap the button of your paci against his lips giving him a paci kiss.

Just a moment later Bucky walks in with a warm bottle of milk you instantly know what it is and you open your mouth dropping your paci.

Being passed from Steve to Bucky’s lap he lays you across his lap with your head layed in the crook of his elbow, giving you the bottle to feed from, your eyes close, giving your bottle all your attention until Bucky rubs your tummy and pulls the bottle away for a moment, "hey there little firecracker you should slow down before you get a tummy ache" and giving you back the bottle.

Eventually finished and having opened your eyes once more Bucky takes the bottle placing on the side table and helping you to sit facing him, pressing your body to his he pats your back to make sure there’s no extra bubbles in your tummy to upset it.

Grabbing your lovie he shakes it in front of you catching your attention, the clicking rattling mesmerizing you.

Steve walks back in wearing day clothes taking you and your lovie into his arms giving you a kiss before doing as Bucky was and shaking the lovie and than tapping its smile against you nose making a kissy sound, he does this several times over when you give your lovie a kiss back squealing in joy.

you take the lovie from him shaking it wildly before shoving it against your face causing him to laugh. Bucky returns in his own day clothes, watching you, trill and coo in delight, its now time for you to be changed.

They both make their way to your little room where you keep all your stuffies, little clothes, toys etc.

Bucky shuffles through the closet keeping in mind your favorite color and your activities of the day and choses your outfit accordingly.

Helping you out of your night clothes into day clothes freshening you up for the day.

They both sit down on the floor with you in Bucky’s lap.

Steve going through the toys, they play with you until your eyes begin to droop again, deciding its best to lay you down after you fall asleep, Steve goes to dim the lights and turn on the star projector.

Bucky swaying back and forth soothing you to sleep he sets you down in your bed in your little room, giving you a paci, tucking you in and last but not least to turn on the baby monitor.

They leave the room to go about their day as you nap, going about the routine multiple times making sure you completely happy.

They love being your daddy and dada even when something they don’t expect shows up.

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Im new to writing this young but its as valid as any regression age and deserves more representation

Im drawing a stuffy every day this month, as a reason/ goal to make it through the month because January is hard for me every year.

If youd like me to draw one of your stuffies let me know and id be happy to! For example heres my first three, 1 is mine, 2 is a friends and 3 is another friends

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midnightramyeoncravings · 7 months ago

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I think i officially have an unhealthy obsession with mean daddy Steve

Your Steve Rogers size kink fic was literally perfection! Do you think maybe you could do a short continuation of it? Like what happened next? Pretty please!

This is a sequel to my dark!Steve Rogers size kink drabble. It would make more sense if you read that before you read this, but either way it doesn't matter hehe.

WARNING: EXTREME NONCON, SOMNO, DADDY!KINK, SIZE KINK, DARK STEVE ROGERS. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.

Steve is rapidly losing his patience with you. And okay, so… maybe he deserves it. He knew you weren’t very experienced when it came to sex, and he knew he was a lot bigger than average. He had promised you he’d be gentle, that he’d go easy on you. Above everything, he’d promised you he’d stop if you felt any pain or discomfort.

Well, all of that had gone out the window the moment Steve had bottomed out inside your pussy. And who could blame him? He still remembers how soft, warm and tight you were around his dick, and how painfully hard he was. It’s not Steve’s fault that he lost control, that he fucked you so hard that the bedframe had broken? That you were crying, pushing him away and begging him to stop?

No, Steve remembers not being able to stop even then. And it was so easy to restrain you – he’s so much bigger than you after all. And you’re such a sweet, tiny little thing. Your cries of “Steve, please stop!” and “Steve, it hurts, please!” fell on to deaf ears. But Steve can’t possibly blame himself for not listening to you – your pussy was just too good for him to just stop.

He’d only stilled once he’d spilled his own load inside you. And your poor little pussy looked all raw and used, dripping with his cum, your cum and your blood. But Steve had promised you he’d make it up to you, hadn’t he? It’s not his fault that you had just turned over and cried, ignoring him for the rest of the night.

And you’d forgiven him the next day – of course you had. Steve had cooked breakfast for you, he’d ran you a bath, he’d woken up extra early and bought you flowers and chocolates too. So, you’d forgiven him, and Steve was all prepared to have make up sex. Except you’d told him you weren’t ready to have sex with him again.

“But baby, I said I was sorry! I’ll control myself this time. I’ll be gentle!” Steve tries cajoling you, drawing you into his arms and peppering kisses all over your head.

“I get that, Steve. But you’re so scary when you get like that. You can’t stop yourself, and you’re just so… so big and overpowering. I don’t wanna go through that again.” You speak.

Steve huffs. It’s bad enough he’s had to wait about a month into your relationship for you to finally let him have sex with you. And then the moment he does – and it’s the best fucking sex he’s had in his whole life – he’s now suddenly banned from doing it again. It’s bullshit. You’re his girlfriend. He’s got every right to fuck you whenever he wants and however he wants.

And the fact that you’re so sexy isn’t helping at all. Steve’s in awe of you, how tiny and cute you are and how much it turns him on. He gets hard at every little thing you do – like how you climb up on the kitchen counter to reach the top cabinet because you’re too small to reach it otherwise. Or how you wear his sweatshirts and they reach almost down till your knees, with the overlong sleeves flapping around.

And it’s fucked up to say it – but he even finds it hot how you now flinch around him. How, because of what happened last night, you find him so big, powerful and imposing that you shrink whenever he comes near you. Like a little lamb cowering in front of the big bad wolf. Even when he holds you in his lap, kissing you and reassuring you, he can feel your little body shaking in his arms.

And all it does is turn him on more.

Steve makes his way up to the bedroom around midnight – it’s been a long day and the fact that he won’t get any gratification from you makes it seem even longer. And there you are, lying on the bed – he threw out the one that broke and the two of you are making do with the bed from the guest bedroom at the moment.

And you look so sweet, lying there on your stomach, with only one of his white t-shirts covering your body. It’s gigantic on you, but that just makes him harder than he already is. Your legs are bare, and Steve can’t help but lick his lips. It’s only been twenty-four hours, but he misses your naked body.

Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s lifted up the hem of the t-shirt, lifted it all the way up till it’s bunched around your waist. And the sight of your naked lower body bathed in moonlight sends thrills straight down to his dick. He can’t help but reach out, stroke the smooth expanse of your ass, give it a tiny squeeze, just secretly feel what he should be able to feel as freely as he wants to.

“Mm, Stevie.” You mumble, still fast asleep.

And okay, maybe Steve should’ve stopped right there. But he can’t help it – he owns your body after all. You’re his girlfriend! He’s got every right to do what he does next, doesn’t he? And so he slips his hand down, down to the dip between your legs. And it’s crazy how, even in your sleep, you part your thighs for him, allowing his fingers to squeeze into your tight, warm heat.

Steve smirks. Of course you’re wet. And that just settles it once and for all.

You wake up to the most delicious yet excruciating pain you’ve ever felt. Steve’s dick, hot and hard like a gigantic metal rod, is forcing its way inside you.

“Wha – St-Steve, I – OOHHHH!”

You let out a blood-curdling scream as you regain full consciousness, the feeling of being stuffed full of your boyfriend’s dick immediately registering within you.

“Steve, what are you doing?! It hurts! It hurts!”

“I know you like my dick inside you,” Steve speaks through gritted teeth, grabbing a handful of your hair as he hovers above your body, his other hand controlling your hips as he stuffs his cock inside of you. “Don’t act like you don’t want it, princess. Don’t act like you don’t love being stuffed full with daddy’s dick.”

Garbled cries come from your mouth but Steve’s got your head pressed down against the pillow, muffling anything you say. But the lewd squelch of your pussy tells him you like it, that you love taking him like this. The pillow’s stained with tears and your body’s instinctively trying to get away from him, but he knows you want this. You’re his girlfriend – of course you want this.

“Yeah, that’s right. Just take it. Serves you right for denying me. Daddy could’ve made up for yesterday, fucked you all nice and gentle. But you don’t want that. Not really, because you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” He gives your ass a harsh slap that has you howling into the pillow.

“Take it, baby. Just take my fucking dick. We need to practice stretching out this tiny pussy, don’t we? Don’t worry, we’ve got all night.”

#dark steve rogers #evansbby #daddy steve rogers

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tinylilacbun · 1 year ago

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I just fell. I know a random start but when I was playing outside I fell and hurt my knee and it bleeded 😥 maybe you can do the same with daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter (Tom Peter) where the reader fell and it bleeded so her dada Steve toke care of it and put a cute little unicorn plaster (I'm not sure how it calls bc English is not my native Language) and she is still crying when they got out of the bathroom and daddy Bucky but her in his lap and hug her and little petie comes to the reader and put a kiss on the hurting knee and says "that makes u feel bwtter"

🩹<---- I mean this thing

Kisses make it better

(GIFs not mine)

The Super Soldiers Little Angels au

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, hurt knee, mentions of blood, fluff, comfort

A/n: Hey guys 🤗 I'm really sorry for the lack of fics, I had a writersblock and have been struggling with family drama (ya know the usual 🤙🏻) anyway, I hope I overcame it now and can spoil you with fics again 💜

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It was a beautiful day outside so Steve and Bucky decided to take you and Peter to the compound so you could play outside with other littles from the Avengers group.

At the compound were so many fun things to do and with how much space they have you can find activities literally everywhere.

Now you were running around a play structure with Kate while Peter was chasing you both. It was all fun and games until you tripped over your own foot and fell on the rubber ground that was around the structure.

It all happened so quickly that it took you a few seconds to now feel the pain that was coming from your knees, tears already blurring your vision before you could even take a look at it.

Peter was a second later beside you, trying desperately to figure out what was wrong when he saw your bruised knees and quickly jumped into action.

"I go get daddies!" he said and rushed off to where all the caregivers were sitting and talking.

Meanwhile, poor Kate was trying as hard as she could to comfort you, Peter would most definitely almost suffocate you in a hug, Kate only rubbed your back, assuring you that Peter will be back soon with your daddies and it did comfort you in a way.

Soon enough you saw Peter coming back with Steve jogging after him and he quickly knelt beside you.

"Shh, it's okay, Angel. Dada's here." he grimaced a little when he saw your bloody knees. Your little sobs broke his heart, he and Bucky hate seeing either of their littles in pain, and in a quick motion, he picked you up and carried you inside to the nearest bathroom.

"Dada hurts." you cried while Steve was looking for some bandaids and something to clean the wounds.

"I know, sweetheart." he kissed your forehead. "I promise it will be better soon."

You kept crying silently, wincing when he touches a sore spot with the alcohol pad. When all the blood was wiped off he grabbed a colorful unicorn bandaid and put one on each knee, hoping to cheer you up a little but you were still sobbing a little.

"Let's go see what daddy's doing." he offered you a smile and you nod, raising your arms for him to pick you up which he happily did.

Your crying ceased to little sobs and hiccups while Steve carried you to where he was before Peter came in running and frantically pointing outside. There you saw Peter who was leaning with his back against Bucky's shoulder and playing on his switch but he quickly turned it off when he saw you.

"Our poor doll." Bucky cooed and you started to make grabby hands for him.

Steve handed you over to him and you got comfortable on his lap with your back against his chest and him wrapping his arms around you to make you feel secure and safe.

Peter frowned a little, seeing how some tears kept falling from your eyes. He got up from his spot beside his daddy to kneel before you both. First, you were confused, tilting your head to the side. He then leaned forward to kiss each of your knees carefully.

"Dis will make you feel better!" he smiled and you wiped the remained tears away, smiling back at him.

"Fank you, Petie."

He got back on his spot and took one of your hands caressing the back of it with his thumb, making your daddies hearts almost explode from the cuteness.

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beah388love · 8 months ago

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Bird-Fairy!

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x Little!Reader

Summary: you make Sam fairy wings!

Warnings: ddlg dynamics,age regression?!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

“Sammy! Sammy!” You squealed running into the main room to find him, seeing Steve and Bucky on the far side of the sofa, and Sam on the other side.

You caught all their attention, their heads turning to you.

“Yeeeessss?” He smiled raising an eyebrow, you giggled “I have surprise for you!” You squealed as you hid something behind you.

“Ooh…what is it?” He asked

“Turn around!”

“Okay..” he said hesitantly as he turned around

You held his arms and put something on his back.

He turned around confused.

“Bird-Fairy!” You squealed as your clapped your hands.

And Sam went bright red.

“Yeah bun! Sammys a fairy!” Steve smiled to you trying to stifle his laugh.

Along with Bucky, he was biting his lip trying to hide his own laugh too.

“Bird-Fairy!” You corrected Steve and he nodded.

You gasped when you forgot the other thing you made, you ran back and grabbed it.

Steve and Bucky let their laughs out. They were belly laughing, Bucky was crying.

“Shut up tinman!” Sam rolled his eyes “I’m her favourite, she didn’t make you anything” sam teased and Bucky laughed.

You rushed back in, “here” you smiled handing Sam a fair wand.

“Thank you kiddo…” Sam sighed but smiled when he saw your happy face.

“Hand please?” You asked Steve and smiled, giving you his hand.

You squealed happily when you put a crafted Captain Hook hand on his hand.

“Captain Hook!” You beamed making him laugh.

“Arghh!” He said as he tickled you making you laugh “stop!” You screamed through giggles until he surrendered on his attack.

“C’mere” he said in a whisper as he knelt down to you,

“You should go make buck somethin, he might feel left out otherwise?” He whispered and you nodded as you ran back into your room getting started on a new idea.

They were all laughing as they waited for you to come back.

“Baba!”” You giggled as you ran back in catching their attention again.

You stood on the sofa as you placed a hat on buckys head.

It was the same one as the tinman from wizard of oz

And it tipped Steve and Sam off the edge as they burst out laughing.

“You little cheek!” Bucky grinned as he tickled you mercilessly making you scream a laugh as you tried to stop his hand.

You were all laughing and it was definitely one of the funnest days ever.

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babyhatesreality · 4 months ago

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Two Sides of the Coin Part One

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky and Little!F!Reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, gentle discipline, both Bucky and Steve being secret menaces to each other, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

"I need you to be on your best behavior."

"I will be."

"I mean it."

"I know!"

"You promise you'll follow the rules?"

"Yes, I promise!"

"All the rules?"

"All the rules!"

"No trying to get around it or finding loopholes. Best. Behavior."

"I get it!"

Steve sighed heavily. He still wasn't convinced.

"I mean it, Bucky," Steve said.

"I know, Steve!" Bucky replied, his wide eyes the picture of innocence. Just then, you came tearing out of your playroom, a piece of paper gripped firmly in your hand, beelining it straight for your Papa. Steve reached out and scooped you up like you weighed nothing.

"Lookit, Papa, I finished your drawing for you!" you chimed happily.

Steve smiled tightly. "That's great Katie Cat, but what have you been told about running in the apartment?"

Your eyes darted to the side as you thought, then you remembered the rule. You blushed in embarrassment, having forgotten yet again. "M'sorry, Papa," you murmured abashedly, dropping your head onto his shoulder. "Didn't want you to leave wifout your picture and I forgotted again. I sowwy."

The tension left Steve's smile and he kissed your temple. "I forgive you love, but next time when you're super excited, do you think you can try to remember your rules better? I don't want you getting hurt."

You nodded energetically. "I try, Papa! Getting hurt is a no-no!"

"That's right. Now, no more running today or you're getting a Time Out. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Good girl," Steve said proudly, before giving you a big hug and another kiss, this time on the cheek. You snuggled happily back down onto his shoulder. He then turned and looked meaningfully at Bucky, who rolled his eyes.

"Yes, if she runs again today, she'll get a Time Out," he said back in a bored voice. His nose wrinkled and he cocked an eyebrow at his husband. "Honestly, I'm starting to get a little offended here, Cap. You seem to have the impression that I can't take care of her alone."

Steve tilted his head and smiled gently at his love. "It's not that and you know it. I'm just....I don't like being away from her for this long, where I can't see her and protect her and...." He didn't finish the sentence, but Bucky could see it in his eyes. Steve felt guilty for leaving.

For the next month, all the Avengers were being sent out on goodwill missions and press tours- giving back to the community during peacetime. Fury had split the team into mini groups, and all caregivers had been assigned to separate teams so no little was left alone. They were quick missions, only three days long, but to Steve, the idea of leaving the both of you felt like an eternity. He'd been doing well to hide it, but the mask had slipped now that it truly was go time.

All offense forgotten, Bucky smiled and stepped in closer to the two of you. He put a soothing hand on the small of Steve's back, rubbing gently. "You know that I'll do right by our girl," he said softly. "Nothing's gonna happen- not on my watch. AND I promise that we'll have bedtimes and vegetables and screen time restrictions and Time Outs."

At that, you popped your head up. "How's come Time Outs?" you asked, outraged, only catching part of the discussion. "I didn't do nothing!"

Bucky's lips twisted as he tried to suppress his smile at your ire. "Not yet, you haven't," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "But you think you can honestly be one hundred percent good for three whole days straight?" he asked you, smirking.

"Oh. Prob'ly not," you said matter of factly, before laying your head back down on Steve's shoulder. Bucky turned back to Steve, his grin wrapping around his face.

"See? I got this," he said cheerfully, making Steve chuckle.

"Yeah, I know you do, punk," Steve said, softening, as he leaned in to kiss Bucky lovingly. He set you down, then leaned down so you were eye to eye. "Alright, Katie Cat. Best behaviors, okay?"

"Okay, Papa! I try!"

"Oh, I didn't mean you. I meant for Daddy. You're gonna have to keep him on his best behavior, you know. It's a full time job."

"I do it!" you giggled, twisting around in glee. "If Daddy's bad, does he get a Time Out?" It made you laugh to think of your big, bad Daddy smushed into the Time Out corner.

Steve smiled indulgently at you. "Tell you what. You keep a list of all the bad things Daddy does while I'm gone, and I'll take care of him when I get back. Deal?" he said mischievously. Bucky shot him an unamused look as you laughed uproariously.

"Deal! Oh, I 'most forgot!! Here's your picture to take wif you, okay?" You held up the drawing to your beloved Papa, who took it carefully, examining it. "See, it's you and Daddy and me and Jellybean! And we playin' in the park, an' dat's da fountain and the swings and the sun!"

Steve immediately scooped you back up into the biggest bear hug imaginable. "I love it Baby Girl, thank you," he whispered into your ear. "It's going right on the mirror in the hotel where I'll see it every day." You hugged your Papa fiercely back- you couldn't ask for better than that.

About ten minutes later, you and Bucky waved as the Quinjet took off into the clear blue sky. After a quick touch base with Tony, Natasha, and Sylvie about a playdate over the next three days, Bucky took your hand and let you skip and hop next to him, all the way back down the elevator and to your apartment. You stepped together over the threshold and Bucky shut the door behind you. It was quiet. Very quiet. You two sighed in sync. Then just as Bucky looked down at you, you looked up at him. Identical grins of mischief cracked across both of your faces.

"Let's do it," you both said in agreement.

Five minutes later, you were seated on top of the kitchen island, directing the madness. "We need MORE Oreos, Daddy!"

Bucky crumbled another handful of Oreos on top of the already way-too-big 3 flavored ice cream sundae he was making. "Alright, got it. What else?" he asked you. "Let's see, we got m&ms, hot fudge, cherries, sprinkles-"

"Chocolate AND rainbow!"

"Right, chocolate and rainbow, can't have one without the other. We've also got potato chips, caramel popcorn, Skittles, Twizzlers, gummy bears..."

"Do we got any of the hot Cheetos left??"

"No, Papa made me get rid of them."

"Booooooo."

"Tell me about it. Do we need anything else?"

"Whipped cream!"

"Good call, Trouble. I think that'll do it then!" You cheered loudly as he picked you up off the kitchen counter, tossing you into the air playfully before blowing a raspberry on your cheek. He set you down as you were still laughing. "Get two big spoons, okay?"

"Okay!" you said, charging towards the spoon drawer. "Dis is WAY better dan vegetables."

Bucky stopped and turned to look at you. "That's right- I did promise Papa we'd have vegetables, didn't I?" Your little brow instantly wrinkled, not liking where this was going and having instant regret from bringing it up. "Well, guess we gotta keep our promises." Bucky reached into the fridge and withdrew one carrot stick. He unceremoniously jammed it into the top of the scoop of strawberry. "There we go," he said, nodding in satisfaction. "Shall we?"

The rest of the morning was spent devouring the sugar-loaded monstrosity while sitting in a huge blanket fort the two of you made in the living room and watching Disney movies. You offered a running commentary on all of them, which Bucky found to be absolutely hilarious. After two and a half movies, you finally crashed from the sugar high so the two of you cuddled on the sleeping bags and cushions that made up the base of the blanket fort and took a long nap. You ordered pizza for dinner and it was awesome.

The rest of Steve's time away was just like that- the two of you making an absolute mess of the apartment and doing whatever you wanted. Within reason of course- Bucky wasn't about to put himself in a situation where he'd have to explain to Steve how you'd gotten hurt while running in the apartment on his watch. He helped you burn your energy out in other ways though, like taking you to the giant swimming pool in the Avengers training gym. He made you wear a lifejacket and double floaties on all four limbs. When you complained loudly and passionately, he just responded with his mischievous grin, and launched you high into the air, where you cannonballed into the water spectacularly. You had so many floaties on that you barely dipped below the surface. Your protests disappeared in an instant, changing to calls for "AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!!!!!" You two stayed in the pool until all your fingers looked like prunes.

You had a fun playdate with Peter, the twins, and Prince Loki, but honestly you preferred making mischief with your Daddy at home. On the last night of just the two of you, he took you up to the roof of the tower, and the two of you star gazed together. He pointed out constellations to you, and you listened in hushed wonder at the stories that Bucky was able to weave from the stars.

The day Steve was due to arrive home, it was Sergeant Daddy and Private Baby Cleaning Time, which you always thoroughly enjoyed. By the time you two were done, there was not a trace of any shenanigans whatsoever. The whole team was on deck to greet the returning Avengers that evening, and soon the air was full of joyful screams of the littles as they were reunited with their caregivers. Steve scooped you up and cuddled you tight while you hugged him as hard around the neck as you could, determined not to let go. He then blew a huge raspberry on your cheek, making you shriek with laughter. He gave Bucky a long kiss, and the three of you made your way back to the apartment.

As you babbled on to Steve with the very carefully crafted version of the truth about your exploits over the past couple days that Bucky had coached you on, you missed the subtle but detailed visual sweep of the apartment that Steve was doing. When you had finally told him everything down to you and Bucky going to the launch pad to greet the Quinjet's return, Steve tossed you in the air before giving you another bear hug.

"That sounds like a very fun time, pup. Did you and Daddy obey all the rules? All the time?"

You nodded vigorously, because technically you HAD. "There were vegetables and naps and I didn't run in the apartment!"

Steve chuckled. "That's my good girl. Hey- guess what?" he asked playfully, setting you back down on the ground.

"What?"

"If you go look in the small blue duffle bag that's on Daddy's and my bed, I think you might find a surprise..." With a shriek, you started to tear off. But before you got two steps, you stopped so fast you nearly knocked yourself over. You then began speed walking as fast as you could without calling it running.

"I am not running Papa, just so you know!" you hollered over your shoulder as you rounded the corner and he couldn't see you anymore. Steve burst out laughing at that, before pulling Bucky in for a much deeper kiss than before. Once the two of the finally broke apart, Steve leaned back, giving Bucky a knowing look.

"So. I'm impressed, Sergeant. Can't tell that the two of you have been wreaking havoc in here for the past three days at all," Steve said, grinning lovingly at his husband.

"I didn't do anything," Bucky said sanctimoniously, with a little shake of his head. When Steve began to laugh, he stopped him with mischievous kiss.

A/N- Okay, so I was going to do this as one big story, but it's already too long and I haven't posted in a while, so here you go. Part two coming in as fast as I can finish it, and I bet you know what's coming.... :D Here's Part Two!

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bigtreefest · 4 months ago

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I can’t believe Steve was so stubborn and mopey that he turned it on his girl! It was really intimate, though, and I love that

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pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

summary: steve rogers is a very needy man.

word count: 2.45k

warnings: fluff, smut, dub-con (reader is tipsy, but not drunk), unprotected sex, possessive steve, allusions to DD/lg (but not really), D/s undertones, daddy kink, soft!dom!steve, begging, hand job, oral (male and female receiving), rough sex, fingering, light choking, spitting, dacryphilia, praise kink, grinding, mention of safe words, nipple/breast play, cum play, creampie, aftercare, it's filth, but it's also fluffy MINORS DNI

a/n: so i've been having this in my head for over a week, and i'm excited to finally share. i also have something else planned with steve (maybe a mini series or something. i'm still planning). while all can read, i do write with black/poc readers in mind! i hope you all enjoy! Reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated! <3

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A symphony of giggles and clumsy steps lets Steve know that you’ve just arrived home. He’s at his desk, working on a new art piece. It’s a drawing of you sleeping soundly in your shared bed based on an image he snapped a few days ago. He goes to hide the drawing, wanting it to be a surprise for you when he’s done.

He hears you fumble with your phone and tell your friend through a fit of giggles that you made it home safe. Then, Steve hears the sound of you taking off your heels and walking into the kitchen. He sighs, waiting for you to finally finish up whatever you were doing and come back to him. It had been about three hours since he last saw you, and he had missed you.

On his days off, Steve cherishes your time together. It’s very rare that he gets days to be home, draw, and just relax, but when you told him you had plans to go to brunch with your friends, his mood soured a bit. He didn’t want to keep you from his friends, but he was feeling very selfish over you. He wanted you all to himself. This morning, he tried to convince you to stay in bed, but after about an extra 15 minutes of cuddles, you told him you had to get ready. He threw a pout at you that made you giggle, and you kissed his cheek all sweet before you got up to get ready. He watched as you got dressed and put makeup on which he constantly told you, “You don’t need it.”

“Thanks, babe, but I just wanted to be dolled up. It’s been forever since I’ve gone out.” Steve winces at your words. He had just gotten off a long mission, and since he had been back, he had been more focused on relaxing than taking you out on dates. Even though you never complained about it, he knew you were in need of a fun outing. That’s why he couldn’t be too mad that you were so quick to agree to brunch with your best friends. You knew he wasn’t in the mood to be out and about, and he didn’t want you to sacrifice your need for socialization just for him.

Well, he did, but he would never ask you to do that. Not when you’re his perfectly sweet, beautiful girlfriend.

Steve volunteered to drive you to brunch, but you said you already agreed to a carpool. When he volunteered to bring you back home, you shot that down (unintentionally). One of your friends agreed to be the designated driver. Steve held in a grunt, but his frustration dissipated slightly when you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and lips. “I love you! I’ll be back before you know it.”

And here you were, but what was taking you so damn long?

Steve was about to rise until he heard you slightly stumble towards the room. Your cheeks were flushed red, a sign of the bottomless mimosas he knows you downed at brunch. Your lipstick was long gone, leaving a slight pink tint on your lips. The rest of your makeup looked fine, and you were actually glowing. Your outfit, a black mid-length, bodycon dress, clung to your curves perfectly. Steve felt his dick start to stir.

God, he wanted needed you so bad.

“Hi, baby,” you said. You held a bottle of water in your hand and took a sip as you walked in the room. You weren’t drunk, but he could tell you were tipsy. You threw a playful smirk as you sauntered towards him. “I missed you.”

For some reason, Steve didn’t want to give into your sweetness. While he had missed you and missed your body, he wanted you just as needy as he was. He wanted you to need him so bad you were begging for it. While his exterior remained stoic, something feral bloomed inside of him that he had to stifle his own smirk.

You moved directly in front of him and leaned down to give him a kiss. When you didn’t feel him return it, your face flashed concern. Did you do something wrong? Was he mad at you? You began to feel nervous under his gaze. Rather than say anything, you moved to straddle him and began to burrow into his lap. You faced him directly and wrapped your arms around his neck. When his expression didn’t budge, you buried your face into his neck and inhaled his scent.

God, you needed him so bad.

As you shrunk yourself in his lap, Steve gave a small smile. Seeing you become so little was making him harder. He knew after one drink that you were affectionate and needy. At events, you’d seek him out, attaching yourself to his side or finding some way to touch him. He had you right where he wanted you. You had mumbled something into his neck that took him from his own thoughts.

“What was that?” he asked, keeping his voice firm.

“How was your day?” you said softly, almost at a whisper. You turned your face and looked up into his sparkling blue eyes. You were so damn sweet he felt he was getting a cavity. “Are you enjoying being off?”

“It was fine,” he said, telling the truth. It was just fine. If you were with him all day, laying naked next to him, it would have been everything he needed. But seeing you concerned about him, being so sweet and kind, made him want to just pick you up and make sweet love to you in his bed. But a strong part of him didn’t want that; he wanted to ruin you and make you more pliant. “How was brunch?”

“It was nice,” you began, playing with the hairs in his beard. “But I really missed you, Daddy.”

Fuck, he thought. Here you were, his perfect girl, wrapped up perfectly in his lap and pliant. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He gripped your face in his large hands and began to kiss you passionately. You didn’t even try to keep up, letting him push his tongue past your lips and claim your mouth. You began to whine, and Steve felt you begin to grind against his hard-on. He shifted his hands to your neck and pulled you back.

“If you missed me so much, baby girl, then show me.” Your eyes were blown wide with lust. Your lips swollen and pink. You nodded and began to pull his dick out of his sweatpants. You began stroking him, creating a steady rhythm that made Steve catch his breath. “Fuck angel.”

You shifted off his lap and moved his rolling chair back. You settled yourself between his legs. You began giving kitten licks to the tip of his cock before staring up at him with the kindest eyes; Steve had to fight the urge to blow a load on your face. You teased him a bit more with the licks before swallowing his own length down. Steve gripped the back of your head, pushing his length further down your throat. You struggled to take all of him, and the sensation of it made him pulse a bit down your throat. He pulled you off of him and took in your state. Your eyes began watering, your mascara starting to smudge under your eyes. Your mouth was wet with saliva. Steve wishes he could take a picture of you, seeing you ruined made further awakened a beast within him.

You reached for his cock, moving your mouth back on him. He watched in amazement as you tried to deep throat him on your own. You began looking up at him, your eyes looking as big as possible. How you managed to make yourself still look innocent while sucking his dick was something.

“Look at my pretty girl, sucking her Daddy’s cock. You’re doing so good.” You keened over his praise. He watched as you attempted to move your hand under your dress to gain some relief, but he grabbed both of your hands and held them above you. He removed your mouth off of him as gently as he could. You stared up at him waiting for his next words.

“Get on the bed.” He let your hands go and watched as you moved quickly to kneel on the bed. Steve didn’t even bother making it, leaving your bed sheets at the foot of your mattress. You placed your hands in your lap. He got up and cupped your face in his hand. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before his hand moved to pull the thin strap of your dress down. “How are we feeling?”

“Green,” you told him. You gave a small smile. “I need you.”

“I know. Be patient, baby.” If that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black…

He pushed your shoulders back as a sign for you to lay back on the bed. He moved to pull your dress off, you lifting your hips to help him. You were left in just a lacy pink thong and strapless bra. You moved to pull the bra off and placed it on the floor next to your bed. You grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest. You were so desperate for some sort of relief.

Steve began massaging your breast, his fingers pulling at your nipple. You let out a breathy moan from the sensation, happy to finally feel something. Steve’s eyes darkened when he saw your hand slip inside your panties, and you began to play with yourself.

“How bad do you need me? How bad do you need your Daddy?” he asked, almost mockingly.

“I need you s-so bad,” you cried out. “I’ve missed you so much. Thought about you the whole time at brunch. Please, I need you.”

Steve removed his hands, causing you to whine. When you looked up at him, you saw him frantically stripping out of his sweatpants and white tank top. He didn’t even bother with underwear, secretly praying that you came home exactly like this, and he would have easy access.

His mouth began an assault on your neck. He pulled your hand out and roughly pulled your panties down, flinging them somewhere in the room. He kissed down your body, spending precious time kneading and kissing on your breasts before he found himself in between your legs. Without asking, you opened yourself up to him. “Please, please, please,” you whined.

Steve dove in, essentially making out with your pussy. You cried out, and he placed his left hand on your stomach to hold you down. His other hand began to push into your core, finding that spongy spot that instantly had your hips bucking. He looked up at you through his thick lashes, watching your face contort into pure ecstasy. He found your bundle of nerves and began to suck while continuing to play with you like you were his favorite instrument (you were). You immediately began singing out, a sign you were close. It was music to Steve’s ears, your incoherent cries.

Steve lifted up, removed his fingers from your core, and watched as your face fell in betrayal. “If you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my dick,” he spat at you. “Open.”

You opened your mouth, and Steve spit down your throat. He captured into another filthy kiss, you grabbing onto his back to pull you into him, trying to become one. He lined up himself at your entrance before pressing in quickly, filling you up quickly. You broke the kiss to moan, tears spilling from your eyes from the pressure. Steve felt himself grow harder as he began to lick at your tears. You felt so defiled, so nasty, and you couldn’t get enough. You began scratching at his back, desperate for him to move, for him to finally let you come.

“D-daddy, please. Please move. Please!” you begged. “Please, I need it. I need to cum. Please let me cum!” Tears began to spill from your eyes. Your face was so utterly fucked out that Steve could have came right then in there. But you were giving him everything he wanted, and now, he finally could oblige.

He began roughly fucking into you, pulling your legs into his arm to change his angle. Your back arched off the bed, and your moans grew louder. Normally, Steve would cover your mouth, not wanting to face your neighbors after this, but he didn’t care. He wanted the whole world to hear him fucking his perfect, sweet girlfriend on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. You grabbed at your breast and Steve brought his face down to one, popping one of your hard nipples into his mouth. You clenched harder around him.

“Steve, I’m s-so close. May I cum? Please, may I cum?” you asked so nicely.

“Yes.” You came with a cry, your body shaking as Steve continued to fuck into you. Seeing you fall apart gave him a second wind and he kept fucking into you. You fell into a second orgasm, your eyes beginning to close in exhaustion, but Steve didn’t relent. He pulled out and turned you on your side like a ragdoll as you laid limp on the bed. He immediately rutted back into you, his pace relentless. His release was building up. “Come on, baby. Come with Daddy. Just give me one more.”

Steve came with a roar. He looked down at your coated juices on his dick and fucked it back into you. He couldn’t wait to see himself leaking out of you. Honestly, if you gave him a minute, he could go again and have you filled with him for days. The idea of you filled with him, possibly making his child made him cumming again.

He collapsed on top of you, softly kissing your face. You started giggling before turning and grabbing his face in your hand. You captured his lips in a long, soft kiss. You whined as he pulled out of you, and Steve shifted next to you. Looking down at your legs, his eyes darkened seeing his spend leak out of you. He gathered it and pushed it back inside of you. You winced at how sensitive you were, but Steve knew you loved when he’d play with your mixed releases.

Steve rose and grabbed your water bottle, making you drink a considerable amount before placing it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. He lifted you up and placed both of you under the covers of your shared bed. He pulled you into his chest as you lazily rubbed circles into his chest and him on your shoulders.

“I love you,” you whispered before softly kissing at his chest and closing your eyes.

“I love you too.” Steve was happy. His perfect girl was finally in his arms, just like he needed.

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #daddy Steve rogers

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bethsvrse · 9 months ago

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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

#I hate daddy kinks sm #I wanna start a petition to ban daddy kinks #jk #joel miller x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #sirius black x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #jim hopper x reader #derek hale x reader #steve rogers x reader #remus lupin x reader #steve harrington x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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ace-of-gay · 2 years ago

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Little mouse in an ocean

Stucky x little reader

Word count: 1,803 words oops lol

Warnings: intense sensory overload that leads to a more internalized meltdown, loki shows up, sippy, caregiver names like daddy, and dada, little names like baby boy, and munch short ofr munchkin, fidget items, sound canceling headphones, chest binding, comfort items.

Edited to the best of my ability

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

Reader is a trans man, no weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

You’d been anticipating the event for a while so it didn't sneak up on you or anything but the Impending stress of having to mask for several hours and converse with people like it was on your everyday agenda, this was nothing of how you liked it, well beyond the several month warning, it gave you time to prepare both mentally and physically, gathering items you would need incase of a worst case scenario in a messenger bag, ranging from two different means of music, noise canceling headphones around the front part of the strap, Bluetooth earbuds fully charged and inside of the most front pouch accompanied by an infinity cube graced with rubber edges to not click like a normal cube, not wanting to bring attention to your discomfort in any situation.

Your favorite book, a couple small sweet and salty snacks depending on the situational needs, alongside a comfort snack , your smaller communication cards, a few more fidgets and essential items.

Bucky and Steve helped pack this bag for you, it being perfectly assembled for anything you could possibly need.

With that Bucky took you out to find a nice casual suit with fabrics that don’t irritate you.

All the small things arranged, it had your mind settled enough not to stress through the remaining time.

That is until you got there, when walking into the event hall you tug on the bottom of the jacket to your suit, adjusting it, "do you even pass?", whether or not you’re shorter, curvier, if your voice is deep enough , or if your handshake was firm enough, what ever your though in comparison may have been the idea of not passing was terrifying, Steve walking on your left puts his right hand on your shoulder leaning in, "you look handsome, i promise you’re absolutely perfect" his whispers calmed the choppy waters in your mind from becoming rapids.

You worked with some of these people, you knew a good portion of faces, knew even more names, your social analyzing has you determining who is good to talk to and who isn’t purely based on how they carry themselves, the people they talk to and how people look when they walk away, all factors you use to keep you most comfortable.

The best places to be in situations are either outside separate from people or around the food table where most often people are too occupied with collecting snacks and other food items, keeping your talking to a minimum and keeping your social battery higher for longer.

You figured you’d head over that way if it felt dire but for now you stuck with Bucky and Steve.

Trailing through the large people filled room, your boyfriends on each side of you to keep unwanted physical touch to a minimum.

Director fury approaches you three, shaking each persons hands, you know fury pretty well, the conversation going quick and simple, just as easy as the night had gone so far until people started ushering Steve one way and Bucky the other, leaving you disoriented, not entirely sure who you should go with, the confused lapse in time has you loosing them in the crowd, that’s okay, you’re big right now, you can fend for yourself, maybe find Nat or Thor, maybe Thor forced Loki to come along with.

That would be nice, a silent companion to keep you company while sitting in a dark corner avoiding most interactions, actually corners probably have the most amount of echo, at least perspective wise that is, you'd be able to hear everyone and than being next to a corn means you’re closer to the sound reflection hearing it twice, that’s something that would absolutely irritate you, possibly even give you a splitting headache.

Being in this room no one by your side, having to navigate your way through a crowd of now unfamiliar faces, peoples conversations bouncing off of one another, high heels going in all directions, clicking like shark teeth in infested feeding water, social vampires, maybe not everyone but gods did it feel like everyone.

People feasting off of communication, jingling keys like lures, or maybe bells, like the service indication bell in your local comfort food restaurant, so many indications, so many people, all sounds equally intrusive you just want to shut it out but you cant until you’re in a place where no one will question why you have headphones on at a party.

A constantly shifting maze of people, hands patting your back as people pass through the crowd, a few people stopping you for conversations that you try to keep to a minimum saying you’re looking for Bucky or Steve.

Standing in such a room alone, you would be able to feel the air currents change but this room packed with more people than an official tony stark party, it felt like the air itself had stiffened and is on the brink of collapsing in your lungs, it felt suffocating to the point holding your breath would be a better means of keeping yourself together than breathing at all.

With everything swirling, people constantly touching you, talking to you, your mind slips fast, in moments like this you put on chapstick and pretend its superglue so not to make a cosmic fool of yourself if you could even manage to get words out.

You finally make it out of the crowd only to realize most of the drinks are probably spiked, you refrain from drinking anything you don’t know, you make a b line to the patio door stepping out into the cool fresh air, the bite of cold in your lungs amongst a deep breath being the edge of the blade, it was soothing, so soothing that everything from inside broke loose, a quiet choked sob broke from your chest, if you were big right now you would know what to do but you feel so small, so very small, like a mouse in the ocean next to a baleen whale.

Your hands trembling as though electricity was pulsing through your veins, rapidly looking around, dazed vision making everything quite unclear, bumping into someone you begin to stumble back, just your luck, both big and small you know that waterfall of black locks anywhere, and he knew you.

Loki, one person who understood the entirety of the situation, carefully he leads you aside, "you’re okay, its going to be okay, we'll find Bucky and Steve" mumbling it out quietly, the first vast difference between him and the room, his voice like Bucky and Steve’s voices was safe.

He takes the headphones off the front strap of your messenger bag, helping you put them on over your ears, feeling the world go silent, sound has pressure so the lack of sound felt less like a kick drum in your ears and more like a deep breath in winter air.

Taking the communication cards out of your bag he finds two cards, showing each one, you look at him with big eyes, tears still threatening to spill you show him the mouse card.

Small.

He nods, handing you one of the small fidgets, closing your bag and taking your hand, into his cold delicate one.

He signals for you to take a few deep breaths with him and than you’re once again back into the warped room, warm of people, sharp of knowing all the sounds, he leads you through the very best route but even still people are bumping into your, patting your back when passing and trying to stop you in your tracks.

You can see Steve’s golden hair practically glowing, you let go of Loki’s hand trying to rush past people to your boyfriend but another sturdy intruding body gets in the way, bumping you causing you to drop your fidget, looking to the ground to find it.

A small mouse in the ocean amongst a group of narwhals in the eye of a thunderstorm.

Electricity raging in your hands, in your arms, in your chest and in a split second your dominant hand slams down hard onto your thigh three times just above your knee, grabbing your fidget, doing your best to hold back the electricity, you watch as Steve turns around.

Its as if he’s in slow motion, you cant get to him fast enough, you’re being held against his chest, holding tightly to his shirt fabric creasing in your grasp, he’s talking to Loki getting the most of what he can on what happened.

He has you turn around so you can walk but your eyes are closed he’s directing you through, making sure nothing touches you.

You feel the cool air touch your tear streaked cheeks cooling the tear trails.

Sitting in the car you wait for Bucky, eating one of your snacks and drinking a water based drink Steve had poured into a spare sippy he kept in the car.

"I’m so sorry munch, i turned away and you were gone, we didn't mean to put you through that, I’m so proud of you for finding Loki and letting him help", you nuzzle further into his side, touch may be unsafe but theirs was magic.

Bucky hops in the front seat turning to look at you and Stevie cuddled together in the back, reaching out for Bucky he takes your hand and holds it to his lips, he can tell just how small you are from how easy you are to maneuver. "Hi baby boy, daddy is here, lets go home now, is that okay?" You didn't respond, you were too busy feeling the metal plates of his hand.

The drive home was quick, tucked into dada Steve’s side, feeling the thrum of his heart in his chest between each breath, now inside in comfortable clothes and out of your binder one of Steve’s hoodies on you with the sleeves rolled up so your hands could peek out, laying safely between both of your caregivers, the havoc of the day having tired you out.

Bucky gets a notification saying that the food he ordered was delivered, he leaves only to return with dinner and your stuffy he picked up from the living room on his way back.

Little jerks and jolts here and there from remnant electricity occasionally causing you to hold your breath only for one of your daddies to find a new way to remind you to breathe, this time dada Stevie tapped the tip of your nose causing you to quietly coo, breathing.

Words aren’t an expectation, neither are sounds, they just want you to feel better and if that means holding you safely tucked between them than so be it, they would do anything and everything to keep their boy safe.

Because they’re with you til the end of the line.

This is twice as long as i meant for it to be but you absolutely deserve a longer fic, thank you so much for your patience and thank you for requesting <33 @valetim09

I had to fix the layout because for some odd reason it got all mixed up

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year ago

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I would call him daddy every day if he liked 🥵🫠

Daddy

Smut situations ahead! Where Steve wants you to call him daddy.

Masterlist

Steve had been feeling a bit down lately. He hid it pretty well from the others but you noticed. He did like modern cinema such as star wars, harry Potter and game of thrones(he hates that one now because of the ending) But they didn't feel familiar to him. They lacked the innocence and simplicity of his time.

To cheer him up a bit you decided to watch some black and white movies with him. You didn’t think you would like them but so far they were all amazing. Your favorite was Casablanca.

Right now you were watching a musical called gentlemen prefer blondes.

“I don’t know about others but that’s definitely how I like em” You teased him ruffling his golden blonde hair.

Everything was going well. You were enjoying the little musical numbers and the vivid colorful costumes until-

“Daddy, I’ll bet you made me the happiest girl in the world”

You choked on the diet coke you were sipping on coughing and cringing when some of it came out of your nose.

“Easy there” Steve soothed you rubbing your back until you calmed down.

“I thought this would be a wholesome movie. How did they get away with doing that in like... when was this movie released?” You trailed off looking it up on your phone.

“What are you talking about?” He asked staring at you as if you were speaking a language he didn’t understand.

“She just called him daddy”

“So?” he shrugged “Girls called their fellas that all the time. Back then it wasn’t considered dirty”

“Oh” You put your phone down going back to watching the movie.

He pulled you closer to him by putting an arm around your shoulder. “I think I’ll like it if you called me that” He whispered in your hair.

“Call you what?” You asked blushing profusely keeping your glued to the TV.

“You know what” He teased by biting the top of your ear.

“You don’t wanna watch the movie?”

“No we can watch it later” He decided turning off the tv.

He laid on top of you. Your couch being too small for the both of you. He sucked a few marks down your neck as he snaked a hand in your sweatpants teasing your warm folds.

You mewled under him, biting your lip, begging him to stop teasing you.

“You know what to do” He said in that Brooklyn accent of his.

“Daddy please” You have in. You didn’t care you’d say anything just to have his fingers inside you. He pushed a finger inside you joined by another one pumping them in and out of you till you gushed around them.

He exposed his own kryptonite to you. From then on whenever you needed something from him you’d just call him daddy, he would have no choice but to give in.

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #daddy steve rogers

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evansbby · 1 year ago

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𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sugar daddy!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sugar daddy Ari, age gap, smutt, daddy!kink, ab riding, dirty talk.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your sugar daddy decides to dress you up in a costume of his choice for Halloween.

𝐀/𝐍: Random spontaneous Halloween "drabble" that is 3.8k words long lol. Inspired by the hottest daddy of them all, Ari Levinson, and his gorgeous abs. Hence the gif. Enjoy! And Happy Halloween, despite the fact that this drabble is not spooky at all.

“Twirl for me again, princess.”

Ari leans back against the headboard of his king-sized bed, his blue eyes dark as navy as he brings his glass of scotch up to his lips and takes a sip. His gaze is stuck on you as he lounges relaxedly, still dressed in his suit from work. Well, you’d taken his jacket off and loosened his tie for him before he’d patted you on your bum and sent you to your dressing room to try on the new costume he’d got for you.

You’d only been seeing Ari for two months. And by “seeing” you meant you’d only been his sugar baby for about two months, when you’d met him at the cocktail bar where you worked as a waitress. He’d come by one night with a bunch of his colleagues (all of them in expensive suits, clearly extremely wealthy). That notion had been confirmed when he’d pressed a few hundred-dollar bills into your hand at the end of the night, his eyes looking at you expectantly as if he knew you’d give him your number.

You had, of course. What followed was two months filled with expensive gifts, a hefty weekly allowance, a new designer wardrobe, glittering jewels and some incredible sex to top it all off. You’d gotten to know Ari in many different ways these past sixty days. But what you didn’t know he was so big on Halloween.

Your “costume” was for Ari’s eyes only, as he’d warningly told you when he’d handed you the shopping bag. And there was no way you could’ve worn it anywhere else: the baby pink satin negligee barely reached mid-thigh, but it was so breathtakingly pretty, so dainty with the lacy white trim and matching satin white gloves. The back was almost completely exposed, showcasing the pretty pink lace panties you had on underneath (with a heart-shaped cut-out that exposed your bum). A sparkly tiara on your head completed the look.

He'd dressed you as his little princess.

“How come you don’t have a costume, Ari?” You ask as you twirl around for him slowly, trying not to topple over in the expensive white pumps he’d also made you wear.

Ari licks his lips, beckoning you closer with just a look. He’d trained you well in the two months he’d had you, moulding you into his perfect angel who leapt at his slightest command. It was easy, since you were so cute and innocent, and so happy to please him. All he had to do was look at you a certain way and you’d jump to obey him. He watches you closely now, looking so precious and hot in your little princess costume (or lingerie, rather) and your lips part as you eagerly move closer to him, almost tripping in your heels to do so.

He chuckles, “I’m too old to be dressing up for Halloween, sweetheart.”

You pout, “You’re not old, Ari! You’re just perfect!”

He can’t help but smile at your cuteness and naivety; he really had plucked up the prettiest and most innocent little girl with a heart of pure gold.

“That’s real sweet of you, baby. Now turn around and bend over for me so I can see that cute baby ass.” He takes another sip of his scotch. You’d made him his favourite drink the moment he’d walked into his penthouse apartment where you’d been waiting for him like the delectable little treat you were – sweeter than any Halloween candy, and he could ravage you forever without ever feeling sick.

You giggle, feeling slightly rebellious. You’d had a few sips of wine before he’d come home, your anticipations running high whilst you waited impatiently for him. He was like a drug to you, with his rugged good looks and muscular body and charming smile. You were also incredibly attracted to the power he wielded; Ari owned and was the CEO of multiple companies across the globe, and for the life of you, you couldn’t imagine how he’d ever decided to ask for your number that one fateful night two months ago.

“But Ari, since I’m a princess tonight, that means I’m royalty. Which means I don’t have to follow anyone’s orders but my own, right?” You smile triumphantly.

Ari looks infinitely amused as he runs his hand through his unruly hair, his other hand inching down to palm his clothed crotch.

“Little princesses like you still have to take orders from their daddy,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you teeter in your high heels. “Which, by the way, is what you should be addressing me as. You call me Ari one more time and I’ll take you over my knee. I don’t care if it’s Halloween.”

You pout harder, looking so extra cute that Ari has to pace himself from reaching over and grabbing you right then and there. He’s waited to dress you up in this costume for a while now, though, and he knows he needs to savour it.

“That’s a good little princess,” he murmurs in approval once you turn around and bend over, giving him the perfect view of your cute ass. “Look at those pretty little princess panties, hugging that cute baby ass. You like your panties, baby?”

“Y-Yeah,” you pant, and he knows you’re turned on by his words. “Thank you, daddy, I really like them.”

“You like being my little princess?”

“Yes, daddy. Wanna be your princess forever.”

Ari can’t help but crack a smile at how cute you are, and when you say things like that, he just wants to gather you in his arms and plant a thousand kisses to your face, cuddle with you and buy you whatever you please. But he has to keep a strong resolve tonight, because he’s been waiting for an opportunity to ravage you in your princess costume for ages now, and he’s been working overtime at the office and he knows he deserves this.

“Daddy? Can I stop bending over now? It’s startin’ to hurt.”

Ari swirls his glass of scotch around absentmindedly, a wicked look crossing his face, “Soon, baby. First, I want you to spank yourself.”

You gasp, and then there’s a pause.

“M-Me? Spank myself?”

“You heard me, baby. I won’t repeat myself.”

You reach back gingerly, squeezing your eyes shut because you’ve got your back to him and you know he can’t see (usually, he always demands you keep your eyes open). You give your behind a tentative little slap, feeling embarrassed to say the least.

“Harder, sweetheart. How can you be a princess if you don’t have a firm hand?” You can hear the smugness in his voice, and it just turns you on more. You know your new princess panties are soaked through, and you wonder if he can tell.

“B-But I don’t wanna have a firm hand,” you whimper, already feeling very submissive. You like it when he spanks you (although it hurts but it hurts so good). But you spanking yourself? It’s embarrassing. It turns you on because you’re doing it for him, but it’s still embarrassing.

“Are you talking back to me, baby?” Ari’s eyes are hooded with lust as he openly palms his dick.

“Sorry, daddy,” you bite your lip before giving your ass another slap – harder this time. And Ari exhales slowly as he watches your ass jiggle cutely, and he commands you to hit yourself again, to not stop until he says so. And he watches you spank yourself, turned on beyond belief at your complete submission.

“Fuck, you have such a cute ass, baby. Squeeze it for me.” He orders you, voice gruff and strained because of how horny he is.

You obey, squeezing the soft flesh through your barely-there panties. Ari’s fingers itch to touch you himself, make you mewl with pleasure just with his touch the way only he could. Because he’s the only one who’s ever touched you like that, who ever would touch you like that. You were his baby, his little princess and he’d take care of you forever.

“Stop. Now come here.”

You swallow, straightening up to walk over to him, except he stops you again by just a look.

“No, baby. On your knees. Daddy wants you to crawl.”

You decide to test your luck one last time, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, “But daddy, I’m supposed to be a princess and not a kitten. And princesses don’t crawl.”

Ari rolls his eyes, “You’ll do as I say. Baby princesses like you still need to obey their daddy because you’re not in charge, got that?”

“Y-Yeah, I got it.” You sink down to your knees and slink over to him, making sure to sway your hips as you crawl because you know he loves that. And you love how he looks at you darkly, his eyes so blown out with lust and want. As if he’s restraining himself from just grabbing you and fucking you. Because you know how virile he is, how high his sex drive is.

“That’s my good little girl,” he coos, making you feel all special. You stop at the foot of the bed and he reaches down, petting the top of your head, stroking your hair like you’re some kind of pet. Your sparkly tiara falls lopsided, but manages to stay on your head. But you like how he strokes you, you like how affectionate it feels, and so you nuzzle up into his palm, wanting him to stroke you some more.

Instead, he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks you up, manhandling you as if you’re his little baby, till he’s got you nestled on top of him, and you can feel his hard dick underneath you. A wicked look in his eye, he straightens your tiara before patting your cheek condescendingly.

“How’re you enjoying Halloween so far, princess?”

You mull over it, trying not to focus on his hard dick directly underneath your butt. “It’s nice. This is the first time in a few years that I’ve stayed in for Halloween, instead of going to a party.”

This was true, since being at college for the past two years meant that you always went out on Halloween.

“Oh yeah? You’d rather be at a frat party right now?” Ari’s hands land on your hips, grinding you down against his dick so that you’re effectively dry humping him. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, and you made grabby hands at him but he holds you at bay.

“No, no, no!” You answer desperately, trying to lean forward to kiss him but he holds you in place firmly, “Would much rather be with you, daddy. I love you so much.”

Ari can feel his heart melting fast. You’re just so delectable and cute, blinking up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. And it had been so easy for you to fall in love with him, you’d told him so only two weeks into your whirlwind romance. He’d taken you out on his private yacht, and he’d bought you the prettiest sailor outfit, and you’d clung to him because you were scared you might fall overboard because of how clumsy you were.

But you’d looked so pretty as the salty sea air rushed over your face, and how you just wouldn’t let go of his hand. You couldn’t stop smiling either, and when he’d kissed you on the deck, holding you firm against the railing as the sun set into the ocean behind you, that’s when you’d whispered it breathlessly against his lips. Like you couldn’t keep it in any longer: I love you.

You’d tried to tug away from him after that, embarrassed at how you’d let your inner feelings slip out so soon into your relationship with him. But you couldn’t help it, he just made you feel so safe, so alive, so wonderful, so you. You’d tried to make a hasty exit, making up an excuse that you had to make a phone call, and praying he hadn’t heard you whisper those three forbidden words…

But Ari had heard you, and his heart had swelled in a way he never thought it could. He’d entered this relationship with you because he needed someone to take care of, and well, you were so hot the night he’d first seen you. So pretty and innocent and lovely. And then he’d gotten to know you, and you were so lively, and made him feel so youthful, made him feel so powerful and important, made him feel like he had to protect you while you danced around his life and made him laugh and cheered him up the way only you could.

He’d held you tightly against him that night on the yacht, not letting you slip away as he’d cupped your beautiful face in his hands, and he’d told you that he loved you too, more than he’d ever loved anyone else. And the look on your face, that look of utter devotion and awe, like you had stars in your eyes – he wished he could bottle it up inside a jar and keep that look safe forever.

That’s how you’re looking at him now, in your cute little princess lingerie, and your lips are begging to be kissed. Ari can’t stand it any longer, and he grabs you by the back of the neck and pulls you down, pressing his lips on yours in a heady kiss.

“You’ve been waiting for tonight, haven’t you?” He breathes against your lips.

You swallow harshly and nod. Of course you had, the moment he’d texted you this morning telling you to be ready for him at his apartment when he got home. That was obvious code that he was going to ruin you tonight, and the pretty princess costume was just the cherry on top of the cake.

Biting your lip, you shyly untuck his shirt from his pants and lift it up, revealing his toned, hairy abs. God, he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen – with an amazing, buff body that was twice the size of yours. He was bigger than you in every single way possible, and you sigh as your fingers run over the deep ridges of his tanned six pack.

Ari snorts, “Like what you see, princess?”

“Uh huh. You’re so hot.” You blurt out.

“Thank you, baby. Why don’t you give me your panties?”

The way he so casually redirects the conversation has your cheeks feeling hot and your pussy clenching in anticipation. Taking your panties off while straddling his crotch proves to be difficult, but you’re nimble enough to make it work. The lace is wet with your juices and your cheeks heat up even more as you hand your panties to him.

Ari brings the lacy material up to his nose, sniffing in your pretty scent. God, he wanted to be buried with your scent if it was possible. He can’t help but find the gusset, sucking the silk into his mouth and tasting your juices.

“You’re so sweet, princess.” He mutters, before shoving the panties in his pocket.

“I’m all wet, daddy,” you pout, knowing your wetness has seeped over to stain his pants as you sit on top of his crotch.

“Oh yeah?” Ari feigns disinterest, busying himself with another sip of his scotch. “Is your little baby cunt getting needy?”

“Yeah!”

“You want daddy to take care of her? Your little cunt?”

You throb at his words, “Yes, please!”

He makes no move to put his scotch away. “I think I’d rather watch you, princess. You can rub yourself on me to make yourself cum.”

You shudder at how casually he says it, but at the same time bite your lip, “B-But daddy, I feel so empty down there. Need you inside me, pretty please?”

Ari pretends to mull over it, “I don’t know, gorgeous, your baby pussy’s awfully tight. I don’t think I’d even get a finger in.” (That was true, you were super tight, but he could work you open in a matter of minutes. He always did, after all, but he wants you to work for an orgasm tonight).

You grab his hand and push it between your legs, feeling like you’re about to go into heat by how turned on you are. “Y-You could stretch me open, daddy, I-I don’t mind! Just wanna feel you inside me.”

“Maybe later, sweetie,” Ari murmurs, indulgently brushing your hair off your face and pulling your cheek when you pout. Of course, he definitely intended to fill you up real good, fuck both your holes silly with his cock and his tongue and his fingers. But the night was still young, and right now he wanted a show while he enjoyed his drink. “C’mon, baby, it’s Halloween. Even a princess has to work a little to get her treat.”

He picks you up by your waist, placing you on his hairy abs, which are rock hard just like his cock which is still in the confines of his pants.

You grab on to his shoulders to steady yourself, before you start moving. And oh, it feels absolutely heavenly, your quivering pussy rubbing against his hard abs, the hair on his torso catching against your swollen clit and immediately making you moan.

“F-Feels so good, daddy,” you whimper, and it makes Ari smile at how cute you are. How much you love it when he makes you feel good, how you selfishly chase after your own pleasure whenever you can because he knows it’s never felt this good for you before. You don’t have to tell him that he’s the best you’ve ever had – he can see it in your eyes every time.

“Yeah? Is your cute baby cunt getting some relief? You enjoy using your daddy like this?” He mutters lowly, pinching your hip to make you move faster as he takes another sip of his scotch. His cock is incredibly tight still confined to his pants, and he’d have loved for you to grind against his cock instead but he knows he would’ve blown his load because of the friction paired with how hot you look right now.

“You enjoy dressing up like a little princess and giving your daddy a show?” He continues, feeling the beast inside him awaken as you whimper so cutely on top of him. With his fingers gripping your hip tightly, he roughly drags you back and forth over his abs, “That’s right, slutty baby, make a mess all over daddy, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes!” You cry, getting to that point where everything that leaves your mouth is either a plea or incoherent gibberish and crying. That’s when you get so submissive that there isn’t a single thought in your head, and Ari’s sure he could make you do absolutely anything when you’re in that mindset.

His stomach is wet with your cream, and you’re grinding against him desperately now, and he knows you’ll cum any second because it doesn’t take much to get you to cum. He remembers doing this a lot with you in the early days of the relationship, when he knew for a fact you’d need a lot of prep before you could take his big, fat dick inside your pussy. So he’d made you grind on his torso instead, like how you were doing now, as a sort of practice before the real sex. And it’s like you’d never been pleasured before in your life because you came so quickly, over and over again, squirting all over him and begging for him to put it inside you.

Clearly, nothing had changed in two months.

He downs his scotch before setting the glass aside on his bedside table. Then he licks his lips, hand slipping down between your legs. He spreads your folds and you gasp, rocking your hips faster as you feel more now, your clit rubbing deliciously against his abs.

“C’mon, princess,” he urges, moving you up and down on his abs harder, “make yourself cum, baby, squirt all over daddy like the good little girl I know you can be. Like all good princesses squirt on their daddies. You wanna be a good princess, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do!”

“Say it, then.”

“W-Wanna be a good princess for you, daddy. Wanna be so good!” Your face is glistening with sweat and tears, and you’re working so hard for your release. He knows all he has to do is rub your clit once or twice, or even just press against it and you’d cum. But he wants you to work for it, so he can praise you for it and then reward you for making yourself cum with minimal help from daddy.

“You’re daddy’s sexy little princess,” Ari murmurs lowly, pulling you down by the neck till your face is buried in the crook of his neck, and you bite at his skin and cry and moan his name as he talks, “you’re doing such a good job, baby, rubbing that baby cunt all over daddy’s abs. You’re so good for me, baby, so fucking good and I love you so much. Daddy loves you so much, honey. More than anything in the world.”

You squirt all over his stomach, your sweet cream covering ever ridge and dip of his muscular torso. You cry and cry, like how you often do when you’re overwhelmed when orgasming, grabbing at his face and kissing him, and he kisses you back fervently, allowing you to make out with him because he knows how overwhelmed and good you feel.

“That’s such a good girl,” he praises you, rubbing your back as you quiver in his arms, and he can feel your pussy quivering too, “such a good fucking girl, you worked so hard, baby and I’m so proud of you.”

“L-Love you so much, daddy,” you whimper pitifully, your poor tiara finally falling off your head, and Ari wants to chuckle at how spent you look, how exhausted you look from rubbing your pussy on him for a couple of minutes. He reminds himself to get you a bottle of water in a few minutes once you’ve calmed down, because he knows he’ll be keeping you busy for the better part of tonight and he wants you to have the energy for it.

But for now, he’ll let you rest for a few minutes. You snuggle up into his chest, breathing hard as you try to catch your breath. Ari pours himself another scotch, and lights up his cigar, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out in your direction.

“Happy Halloween, sweetheart,” he grins wickedly, and you lift your head up slightly to offer him a weak smile. “Now put your tiara back on, princess. The night’s not over yet.”

AKSHDSAJGA WHAT DO YOU THINK???? PLEASE LET ME KNOW THIS WAS EXTREMELY SPONTANEOUS AFNKLAGNSKAL I JUST AM OBSESSED WITH SUGAR DADDY ARI AND HIS ABS BYE.

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