#daddy steve rogers

[smutgallore]

I’ll be sure to leave out an extra special treat for him 🥵😏

[tinylilacbun]

ohhh could i please request super soldiers little angels au where reader is in babyspace while peter is regressed maybe to around 4 or 5 so steve & bucky teach him how to take care of reader and be a good big brother🥺💕

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

Warnings: age regression

The Super Soldiers little Angels AU Masterlist

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Steve was bouncing you around in the kitchen while Peter and Bucky were already sitting at the table eating their breakfast. Whenever he tried to set you down you would start whining instantly and demanding to be held again.

Steve and Bucky exchanged glances and both knew you were in a smaller headspace today given your current behavior.

Peter stopped shoveling pancakes in his mouth to see how you were sucking mindlessly on your paci, your eyes dropping close here and there.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, buddy?" Bucky stopped looking through the newspaper to give him his full attention.

"Is bunny otay?" he asked pointing at you and Steve.

"Bunny is in babyspace today. You know what that means?" Bucky asked him and Peter nodded his head quickly.

"She baby?"

"Correct, she's feeling a lot smaller than usual and that means you have to be more careful with her today. Dada and I are gonna show you how to take care of her, okay?" he explained and took you from Steve's arms, moving you so you're facing Peter.

You babbled happily and made grabby hands for your Petie. As your daddies were talking with each other Peter made it his mission to entertain you, doing funny faces or letting you play with his hands.

"We have to go grocery shopping soon." Steve reminded his husband, closing the fridge with a sigh. "Oh, and I-"

Both caregivers attention got drawn to you and Peter when they heard him yelp, seeing you pulling on his hair slightly.

"Ow ow ow! daddy help!" he winced and Bucky de-tangled your hand from the poor boys hair.

"No pulling, Doll." he chided you, making you flat your hand and pat Peter's head gently a few times.

"Can we go pway now?" Peter asked, his breakfast already finished.

"Sure, buddy, but remember to be gentle with her."

He nodded and got up from his chair to pick you up from Bucky's lap, carrying you to your guys playroom.

Throughout the day Peter was determined to look after you, carrying you everywhere, talking with you even though he sometimes doesn't understand your babbling.

Sometime around lunch you were both watching inside out in the living room, cuddling on the couch. You were laying between Peter's legs with your back against his chest while he had his arms wrapped around you snugly.

Steve and Bucky had just finished making you both some lunch, small cut sandwiches with some fruits for Peter and for you a bottle since you're too little today for solid food.

They entered the living room, completely in awe at the sight of you both snuggling peacefully.

"Time for lunch." Steve announced in a quiet voice, not wanting to disrupt the current atmosphere as he and Bucky approached.

Peter perked up at that, smiling. "Can I feed bunny?"

"Sure. If you don't forget to eat yourself you can hold the bottle for her." Bucky smiled, handing him the bottle as Steve placed Peter's plate on the armrest beside him.

Peter adjusted you a little, pulling your paci out of your mouth and quickly putting the rubber of the bottle between your lips before you could protest. Steve corrected the way he held the bottle for you, raising the boy's hand a little so the bottle is tilted upwards. As you began to suckle he started eating as well, focusing back on the tv.

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[eccentricallygothic]

I am not saying I want Steve Rogers to bend me over his desk and whip my ass to get me to do/finish my homework but that's exactly what I am saying.

[babyhatesreality]

The Sincerest Form

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little!F!reader

A/N- for @pahtoosh who said they loved Grumpy Bucky....<3

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, baby eats oatmeal (a total warning- oatmeal is YUCK), baby being a lovable menace without realizing it, grumpy daddy, scolding, papa thinks it's all hysterical, and guess what- fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

It had come about in the funniest way. To Steve, anyways.

One day at the breakfast table, Bucky's phone buzzed in his pocket. He generally tried to stay off his phone during meal times, but his phone went off about 5 times in 3 seconds, so he figured it was important. He pulled it out while Steve was trying to coax you to take another bite of your oatmeal.

"Come on princess, it's good for you," Steve said patiently. You and your wrinkled nose definitely thought differently. He chuckled and picked the spoon up from the bowl where you'd left it. He scooped a bit on, making sure to get a piece of peach with it. "This one has peaches on it, you like peaches," he cajoled. "Here comes the airplane!" He waved the spoon around, making cool airplane noises, and watched as your pouting little face smoothed out. You did love a good airplane. You finally relented and let him zoom the spoon into your mouth. While you swallowed, Steve scooped up another bite, this time with a blueberry on it. Just then, Bucky huffed as he looked at his phone.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked his beloved.

Bucky rolled his eyes, his brow screwing up in frustration, and let out a loud sigh. "Sam's driving me nuts. Again."

"What is it this time?" Steve asked as he turned his attention back to you and began making airplane noises again. It wasn't as hard getting you to eat this time- you were staring at Bucky and so were a bit distracted.

"Just more stupid stuff. He can't say anything simply- it has to be in ten different messages in the span of five seconds," Bucky said grumpily. "Why can't he just say 'gym in an hour'? Why does he have to send a thousand messages and stupid little pictures when four words would do?!" Steve smothered a smile. He knew Bucky hated the annoyance of his phone going off constantly, which is why Steve suspected Sam did it. "God, he's annoying."

Steve smiled consolingly at his husband, but didn't say anything. It would just make Bucky grumpier, and as adorable as Grumpy Bucky was, he didn't want to put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. He focused back on you, and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of your own wrinkled up and grumpy face, having just swallowed another bite of oatmeal.

"You look like Daddy when you make that face," Papa whispered loudly to you so Bucky could hear. At hearing those words, you turned curiously to see what Bucky looked like. Bucky was studiously ignoring Steve's playful jab and still glaring at his phone. Steve watched as you carefully studied Bucky's frown. You started trying to twist your face into the same expression Bucky was wearing. Steve had to bite the inside of his cheek at the exaggerated pout that was now gracing your cute little face.

"I'm gonna thrown my phone in the Hudson," Bucky grumbled, unaware of what was brewing next to him.

"I'm gonna throw my oatmeal in the Hudson," you instantly parroted, trying to copy his gruff and grumpy tone. That made Steve snort and caused Bucky to finally look up. When he got a look at the sour expression on your face, he huffed again, but gave a begrudged smile.

"Tell you what, Trouble, I'll drop my phone in your oatmeal, and that will take care of both of our problems. What do you say?" Daddy asked you, the twinkle returning to his eye at the end of his declaration.

"OKAY!" you agreed happily, stretching your hands out for his phone.

"No you don't," Papa said immediately, intercepting your little mitts. If he didn't, he had no doubt as to exactly what would have happened next. "Come on, let's finish your breakfast." You gave a loud sigh like Bucky had only moments ago, but let Steve guide the oatmeal laden spoon back into your mouth while trying to hold in his laughter.

This was only the beginning.

For the next week, whenever something annoyed or frustrated Bucky and you were around, you immediately adopted his scowl and tone, usually parroting what he said too. You even took to stomping around dramatically to give it extra emphasis. Steve thought it was absolutely hysterical. It usually snapped Bucky out of his grumpy mood in moments, seeing you playacting at being him and how incredibly cute you were.

Until it backfired.

Steve was away on a mission with Tony and Thor, and Bucky had to head to the offices with you in tow. That was enough to already make him grumpy, but Maria Hill was waiting for him the moment he stepped off the elevator.

"Sergeant Barnes," she said in that no-nonsense tone of hers. "Director Fury needs to see you immediately."

Bucky's blood turned to ice. "Steve...is he...." he choked out, automatically assuming the worst.

"Captain Rogers is fine," Maria said instantly, chagrined, especially when she caught sight of your little, wide eyes. "Fury just needs to talk to you about Operation Guillotine- he has an important update. Cap's mission is going well. Everything's fine." She cleared her throat, still feeling awkward. "Sorry," she added, low.

Bucky took a deep breath to calm his suddenly furious nerves, for your sake. "Fine," he grumbled, brushing past Hill while keeping a tight hold on your hand, his face crumpled into what looked to be a permanent frown. He knew that Maria hadn't meant to freak him- or you- out, but it still made him grumpy as hell.

"Fine," you parroted in the same grumpy voice as you began stomping down the hall alongside your daddy. Maria was taken aback at your tone- you were usually so happy-go-lucky. She was even more confused when you turned around and waved goodbye cheerfully to her, then resumed your stomping and pouting.

Bucky was still too lost in his own annoyance to realize that you were doing it again- mimicking his grumpiness as he huffed his way towards Fury's office. He didn't notice all the curious and confused looks as the two of you made your way down the hall, nor all the baffled agents wondering what the hell was going on with the two of you.

Bucky walked into Fury's office without so much as a knock. "Hill said you needed to see me?" he asked bluntly, still annoyed.

Fury looked up from his work. "Barnes. Yes, I-" he suddenly stopped as he got a good look at the twin scowls on your faces. "Everything...alright?" he asked a bit gruffly.

"Fine. What did you need?"

"We fine," you chirped too, your face completely at odds with your statement. "We grumpy."

THAT got Bucky's attention. He looked down at you, perplexed, then he realized that you were imitating him. Again. You turned your face towards him, nodded solemnly in solidarity, before turning your scowl back on the director. Bucky cleared his throat and took a deep breath before returning his gaze to the director.

"Ohhhhkay," Fury said, not sure how to take this. He decided to just ignore it. "Seems there was something more to the coded message we intercepted. Something we missed. Intel believes it has the location of the new lab. I'd like you to take a look at it again."

Bucky groaned out loud. "Come on, Natasha and I have already been over that thing a dozen times," he said. "I can't make information appear, Fury. I'm telling you, it's not there."

"It's not there, Fury!" you barked, frowning as hard as you could.

Bucky tugged your hand suddenly. "Trouble," he said in that warning tone. "Director Fury and I are talking." He cocked one eyebrow at you.

"I know. I'm helping."

"Well, right now, I need you to hush. Got it?"

Bucky was not happy at your deepening scowl, but he had bigger fish to fry at the moment. He turned his attention back to the baffled (and slightly amused) director. "What's up intel's ass that they think we missed something that big?"

"Yeah, what's up intel's-" your words were suddenly cut off by Bucky's large hand covering your mouth. You tried to squirm away but he wasn't letting you move an inch.

"I said HUSH," Bucky said, giving you The Eye. Once you finally stopped squirming, he lowered his hand, the scowl on his face even more prominent. So of course you had to follow suit and match his look, your face scrunched so tightly your eyes were nearly invisible.

Fury disguised his smile under the pretense of scratching his nose, before clearing his throat and continuing. "There were two more messages intercepted last night that have similar patterns to the original. And we've definitely got movement amongst their supply chain. I want you and Romanoff to take another look at it to see if you can connect the dots. This takes priority today, understood?"

"Understood," Bucky growled back, turning on his heel to leave.

"Bye Mr. Nick!" you called out cheerfully as Bucky turned. Bucky rolled his eyes but didn't say anything as you waved to the director.

"Bye, little one," Fury said, his expression softening ever so slightly. "I hope your day gets less...grumpy."

"Not likely!" you chirped happily, before resuming your Daddy Grumpy Face. Bucky stifled his embarrassed groan, hauling you into his arms instead and thundering down the hallway. People scurried to get out of his way, but he barely noticed.

"Katie, I told you to hush," Bucky scolded you quietly as he made his way towards his and Steve's office.

"Mr. Nick was talking to me, Daddy! I not RUDE."

"Yeah, well, when I tell you to hush, I mean hush."

"You TOO grumpy today, Daddy," you said, shaking your head. Just then- luckily for you- Natasha came around the corner.

"Well hey you two," she said lightly, sensing the tension and obviously seeing the twin scowls on your faces. "Bad morning?"

"We grumpy, Aunt Nat," you answered promptly. "WAY too grumpy."

"Excuse us, we'll be right back," Bucky growled, red faced. He pretended he couldn't hear Natasha snickering as he lumbered past her and stomped into his office, kicking the door shut.

Bucky plopped you down onto the desk. He put his hands on either side of you and leaned down into your face. You shrank down a bit. It finally dawned on you that you MIGHT be in a bit of trouble. "Kaitlyn," Daddy said in that low tone that meant business. Uh-oh. You could feel the Time Out coming. "What did I JUST say about hushing your mouth?"

"Um...."

"I told you to hush. Three times. And you didn't. And then you told Aunt Natasha that we were grumpy."

"We ARE."

Bucky sighed, trying to rein it in. "Baby, you don't say things like that around the office. You know better. And just because I'm in a bad mood doesn't mean that you have to be in one, okay?"

"But if YOU grumpy, then I grumpy Daddy!" you exclaimed, your eyes wide. You put your hands on either side of his face. "You don't gotta be grumpy alone!" You leaned forward and kissed his nose, surprising the hell out of him. "I no want you to be grumpy, so I be grumpy WITH you, okay?"

All of Bucky's annoyance and frustration instantly melted away at your loving words and gesture. "You've..been doing this so I won't be grumpy alone?" he asked, his wide blue eyes taking in every inch of your sweet face.

You nodded happily. "Yeah!"

Bucky felt something rise up in him...what was it? It was laughter. He ducked his head and burst out laughing, amazed and humbled by your innocent and pure love. He gathered you into his arms, this time cuddling you into his chest. Your soft giggle and snuggles back made his heart nearly burst.

"Well, thank you for not making me be grumpy alone," he whispered into your ear before blowing a raspberry on his cheek. "You still need to listen when I tell you to do something, though. Got it?"

"Got it. I sowwy, Daddy."

"I know you are, Trouble. But you know what makes me the most un-grumpy?"

"What?"

"When my baby's happy."

"OH! Okay!" you said, before giving him a huge hug around the neck. "Can I draw you a picture of us being un-grumpy?"

"Sure can."

"Will you hang it on the wall?"

"Already got the tape ready in my top drawer." "YAY!"

Bucky snuggled you once more before putting you down. You instantly dove into the small toy box that lived in their work office, knowing you had crayons in there somewhere, and got to work. Bucky chuckled again to himself, wondering how in the world he could ever have a grumpy day when he had sunshine itself personified in his love for you.

Although he did have another moment of grumpiness when Natasha sent Steve the camera footage of the interaction with Fury and Steve laughed himself sick.

[rainydayandmondays]

Mr. Rogers, that look 😮‍💨

the blink he does that looks like a wink 🥺

[linusbenjamin]

The Avengers 2012 | dir. Joss Whedon

[malpractisnt]

Marvel x text posts I made instead of doing whatever you should be doing after making a house md x text posts post.

[beah388love]

Promise?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Little!Reader

Summary: Steve accidentally scares you

Warnings: Yelling,hot coffee,crying,sobbing,swearing,bruised arm!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was sat on Steve's lap on the sofa, "dada...wanna get 'down" you mumbled as you climbed down his lap and he helped you.

But he forgot he left his hot cup of coffee on the floor.

You accidentally kicked it and the boiling beverage went all over the floor.

"Fuc- Y/n!" Steve yelled panicked as he pushed you away from the hot liquid.

Making you fall on your arm with widened eyes.

Steve grabbed a towel and cleaned up the hot coffee.

You cried in pain and shock,

Steve looked up at you and he felt bad,

He didn't mean to yell at you he just didn't want you to burn yourself.

"Baby...I'm sorry I-" he went to hold you but you ran away down the hallway and bumped into Bucky and Sam.

You cried and Bucky picked you up confused.

"Bee? Sh shh..what happened?" He asked you confused as he looked around for Steve "kiddo?" Sam said confused.

"Scary! No!" You cried and screamed.

You held onto Bucky grabbing his shirt in a fist "No!" You screamed and sobbed into his shirt.

"What happened to her arm?" Sam asked when he saw your lightly bruised wrist.

"Why would I know?! I've been here with you the whole time?" Bucky huffed at him and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever tinman"

"C'mon let's go look for Steve" Bucky said but you jumped at the sound of his name.

"No! No!" You sobbed into his shirt and Bucky was beyond confused.

You loved Steve.

"Hey..Hey what happened?" He asked you softly and you shook your head into his chest still crying.

He gently rocked you but your tears didnt stop.

Bucky and Sam take you to the main room, looking for Steve but only see Nat and Tony sitting on the sofa.

"Is that my favourite little baby?" Nat smiled but you hid your face.

"Is she okay?" Nat asked worried and Bucky shrugged.

"I'm not sure? She just came to us crying? And her arm is bruised?" Bucky said

"Where's Steve?" Nat asked confused and Bucky and Sam shrugged their shoulders again.

By the sound of his name you began crying again.

"I'm not sure but by the looks of it she doesn't want to be around him right now" Sam said and Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Baby? Don't you want to see Steve?" Nat asked and you cried into Buckys chest again.

And just on cue Steve ran into the room panting.

"Have you seen bee? I've been looking everywhere?" Steve rushed out until his eyes landed on you.

You screamed when you saw him, you began sobbing into Bucky and held onto him tightly, holding his shirt in a fist.

The fabric crinkling under your palm.

"What happened?" Tony asked confused and Steve sighed.

"I accidentally yelled at her when she knocked over my coffee, i pushed her out the way, i didn’t want her to burn herself!" Steve explained as you cried.

"And now she won't go near me..." steve huffed

"I'm sure she'll go to you she just needs to trust you again" Nat said and Steve tried to smile with a nod.

He reached out to hold you but you screamed loudly and cried holding onto Bucky somehow even tighter.

"See? She hates me" Steve sighed disappointedly.

Nat shook her head walking over to Bucky and taking you off of him.

"Sh sh..stevies okay? See he won't hurt you" Nat shushed you softly sad you calmed down for a bit but then you remembered him yelling at you and you shook you head again, crying a repeated no.

"Steve she is terrified of you" Tony said and Steve sighed

"Stating the obvious much?" Nat rolled her eyes

At this point you hadn't gone near him the whole day.

You was in buckys arms and Steve gave you a sad smile and you blinked at him through wet eyelashes.

You held your hand out to him and he blinked with widened eyes wasting no time to go towards you to  hold you but that's when right on time.

Thor burst through the room "hello earthlings! I am here!" Thors voice boomed and echoed through the room making you jump and cry, covering your ears in Steve's chest.

"Shut up!" Everyone said in union.

And Thor looked around confused until he saw you crying and he felt so bad.

"Oops I'm sorry baby earthling" Thor said quietly and softly making you smile.

You nuzzled your face into Steve's chest embracing his smell, not realising it was Steve.

Until you looked up at him and flinched.

He rubbed your back gently.

"I'm sorry sweetheart..I didn't mean to scare you..or hurt you" Steve sighed disappointed with himself as he gently rubbed your arm.

You rested your head on his shoulder, your face smushing against it.

"I promise it will never happen again." Steve said and you perked your head up.

"Promise?" You asked softly and he nodded

Leaning down and rubbing his nose with yours, your foreheads touching.

"I promise." He smiled giving your nose and forehead a kiss.

You giggled and melted into him falling asleep after all your crying tired you out.

"Oh, that went easier than i thought" Tony said and Thor shushed him.

"She's so cute" Nat smiled and Sam walked over to you giving you a light kiss on the head.

"See ya later kid" he said before leaving the room.

Steve was so happy as he rocked you softly in his arms.

[navybrat817]

Alpha Sugar Daddy!Bucky with his omega: Love at first sight

Alpha Sugar Daddy!Steve with his omega: Gradual love

[leaq03]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 🗣️

abt rip that red henley off him. They can throw me against the wall and eat me like a glaze donut.

[angelbaby-fics]

for summer tea party! 🌼🌿👒

how about stucky with little reader who feels shy about asking for stuffies or toys, and both daddies just make her feel comfortable about asking for what she wants? 💓

ohhh this is so relatable 🥺 i always feel so bad asking for things so i totally get that 💕 199 words

you knew they'd say yes, but sometimes that just made it worse. it wasn't the fear of your daddies saying no that kept you from asking for things, it was the fear that they'd say yes so many times that they'd get sick of it after too long. so you made yourself smaller. you stopped asking for things you wanted, even things you needed. and your daddies took notice. steve was doing the family finances when he realized the toy budget that month had fallen significantly. at first he'd thought maybe there was nothing you'd wanted lately, but one look at your longing face during a toy commercial proved that theory wrong. "you want that, angel?" he asked, but you shook your head guiltily. "aw thats a shame, i think i want it!" your eyebrows shot up "you do?" "yeah, do you think i should buy it?" steve asked again, and you wondered what he was getting at, so this time you nodded. "i want you to be happy, dada." steve smiled. "i want you to be happy to, baby. so please don't ever feel bad asking for things you want, because making you happy makes me happy too."

you're invited to my summer tea party!

[royalsweetteaa]

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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[tinylilacbun]

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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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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Could you write something where there’s an emergency and stucky have to go help and reader is being so brave in the safe room? Or something else.. I trust you💗💗

Over a year later....I'm sorry for the delay. Please believe me it eats at me. Hope you're still around for this, and I love you <3

Take One Down

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader, featuring big Peter

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, attack on the Tower during the night, Bucky is armed, slight alcohol reference, angsty/scared baby, a few tears, safe room. Happy Ending- always :)

A/N- also Happy Birthday to me :D

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The first thing you became aware of was that Papa was breathing hard. And you were in his arms.

Then you realized you weren't in bed, and you were moving. Fast.

"Papa?" you whimpered sleepily, not being awake enough to understand what was happening.

"Shh, shh, it's okay baby, you're okay," Papa said instantly, pressing a quick kiss in your hair. Despite his soothing words, he didn't slow his pace at all.

You forced your heavy eyelids to open, and then almost immediately shut them again as the flashing red lights in the hallway were too bright. You were still in your pajamas, but you definitely weren't at home. Steve could feel that you were waking up and becoming more alert, but he couldn't stop. He had to get you to safety.

"Where's Daddy?" you asked, your voice trembling as you started to realize something was wrong. "Daddy okay?"

"Right here, Trouble," came Daddy's voice from farther away. You tried to twist in Papa's arms to see where Daddy was, but Papa's iron grip on you didn't leave much purchase.

"It's okay, princess, you're safe, but I need you to be a good girl and be quiet for us right now, okay?" Steve said, deliberately keeping his voice calm and low even through the exertion of running.

"'Kay," you said as quietly as you could, holding on to Papa tightly, shutting your eyes tightly, and trying to be brave. Steve kissed your hair again and kept running.

Within 30 seconds, you felt Steve stop. You opened your eyes and looked around. It took you a second, but you recognized this place. You'd been here before, back when you very first came to live with Steve and Bucky. You were in the panic room.

The reinforced steel walls were made slightly less intimidating by the giant sofa that could convert into a bed, the soft rug that nearly covered every inch of floor, and the overwhelming amount of toys and stuffed animals in baskets and boxes all around the edge of one wall. You hadn't been here in a while, but you could never forget this place.

Your eyes darted all around, trying to get some answers or understanding as to what happened, but before it came to you, Steve set you down carefully on your feet and took you gently by the shoulders. You heard Bucky shut and lock the door, but before you could turn to look Steve gently guided your face back towards his.

"Katie-Cat, I need you to listen to me, okay?" Steve said, looking you very seriously and directly in the eye. "Someone is in the Tower. Someone who's not supposed to be here. We don't know how they got in, but right now, we need to keep you safe so we can go get them out. Do you understand?"

"I- yes, Papa," you said shakily. You swallowed your nerves down and tried to be brave.

"Good girl," Steve said, as a fierce wave of protectiveness rushed through him. "Peter is on his way, and he's going to stay in here with you and keep you safe while Daddy and I go get the person out. Okay?"

"Petey coming?"

"Yes."

"He don't need to fight?"

"Right now, he needs to keep you safe, that's his most important job."

"But...who gonna keep him safe?"

"He's Big Peter right now, munchkin- he's going to be okay. Can you be a good girl and listen to what Peter says and do what he tells you to?"

"Um- yeah. Papa-" "Good girl. You remember the rules of the safe room?"

"Papa..."

"The rules, Katie-Cat."

"Don't leave the room unless you, Daddy, or Aunt Nat comes to get me, don't open the door for nobody, and....and be good."

"That's my girl," Steve said, his heart both proud and shattered that you had to know these things.

"Papa?" you tried again.

"Yes?"

"You gonna come back, right? You and Daddy?" you asked in a small voice. Steve pulled you into his chest immediately in the biggest bear hug.

"Yes, baby," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Daddy and I will always come back for you. Always."

Just then, you felt another pair of arms wrap around you two. "Try and keep us away, Trouble," Daddy added in a light, joking tone, but even you could feel the tension underneath it. "Here, I brought you someone who can help you too." Bucky reached behind him and pulled Jellybean out of his back pocket, where he had unceremoniously stuffed her as he and Steve were racing to get you out of the apartment.

You gasped sharply, and pulled your beloved bunny in so tightly to your face that her little button nose left a slight imprint on your cheek. "Tank you Daddy," you said, trying hard not to cry. "AND tank you Papa for carryin' me," you added quickly, not wanting him to feel left out. Both men responded by hugging you tighter.

Just then, the panic room door clicked, announcing that someone else was coming in. Bucky immediately dropped his arms and spun so you and Steve were behind him, his gun appearing in his hand as if by magic. However, once he saw that it was Tony and Peter, he instantly lowered the gun and ran to bolt the door back behind them.

"Pete, you sure you're good?" Tony asked immediately the second the door was shut.

"I'm good Dad, I swear," Peter said. You looked at him wide-eyed- it had been a while since you had heard his big voice.

"Okay. Only if you're sure," Tony pressed.

"I'm sure. I wouldn't take a chance if I wasn't."

"Atta boy."

Tony turned towards the three of you to find Steve smiling at him. "That's good enough for me," Steve said kindly to Peter. "But if there's any trouble at all, and I mean anything, you radio us. Copy?"

"Copy," Peter nodded quickly. "I'll link with your comms now," he said, before pulling out the large, black case from underneath the sleeper bed sofa. He quickly opened the case and got to work on a radio comm.

You watched him carefully. He was so...different and serious when he was Big- not the silly, carefree bestie you immediately recognized- so it was always surprising to you when you saw it. Of course, YOUR definition of 'serious' was much, much different than Tony's or Steve's or Bucky's, but that didn't matter now, as you watched Peter's fingers fly over the machinery.

"Okay, we should be linked," he said into the comm. All three men immediately nodded, confirming that they could hear him in their earpieces. Steve and Bucky spun back to you.

"Do what Peter says. We'll be back as soon as we can," Daddy said gruffly, taking your face in his hands and pressing a long kiss to your forehead. "We love you so much. Be good, got it?"

"Got it," you said, trying to match his gruff tone to show him you could be serious too. That made the ghost of a smile cross his lips, and as Steve kissed you too, it stayed. Tony even came over, quickly, giving you what he hoped was a carefree grin.

"Alright, have fun, stay safe. Don't tap the keg unless you really need to," he said, tapping your nose and grinning when you looked confused and Steve tutted loudly. Bucky was the last one out the door, and before he left, he turned to Peter.

"You remember the code word?" he asked the young man brusquely. Peter nodded, but due to the door being opened, didn't say it. "Good job," Bucky said with that faint grin again, closing and locking the door behind him.

It was deathly silent in the room. You swallowed hard, gripping Jellybean tightly, almost afraid to move, even though you knew you were in the safest spot imaginable (outside of your daddies' arms). Peter immediately noticed your distress.

"Hey Katie, hey Little One," he said softly, holding out his arms to you. "You wanna come here?"

You nodded, then slowly walked towards him. You cautiously stepped into his arms. Once he folded them around you, you inhaled. His scent never changed, no matter if he was big or small, and you knew this was your Petey, no matter how he was feeling right now. You threw your arms around him and hugged him back tightly, and felt him give a soft chuckle. "It's okay, you're okay. I'm gonna keep you safe- you know that, right?"

You pulled back a bit, nodding. "Tank you, Petey. I mean...Peter."

Peter smiled. "Ah, that's okay. You can call me Petey right now if you want to."

"I can?"

"Sure you can."

"Otay Petey," you said, suddenly feeling a little better upon hearing that. "What's happenin' in da Tower?"

"What did Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky tell you?" Peter asked carefully.

"Um, dat someone got in dat wasn't a'sposed to be in?"

"That's right. And they'll get 'em out, so you don't have to worry about them anymore, okay?"

"Um....okay," you said, wanting to trust Peter with your whole heart, but still uncertain due to the nature of the circumstance. Peter saw pretty quickly that he would need to distract you.

"Hey, you wanna sit on the couch and read some stories while we wait?" He trotted over to the box containing tons of books and started pawing through them. "You can pick out whichever stories you want. Okay?"

Curiosity peaked, you trotted over to look. You recognized The Gruffalo and Frozen, pointing at them. "I like those!" you said excitedly, and Peter snatched them up.

"Let's get to reading!" he said. "Race you to the couch!"

Since it was only a couple feet away, it wasn't much of a race, but it was still fun. It was always fun when you got to run. You both jumped onto the couch enthusiastically, and Peter opened up the first book and began to read. You inched closer and closer to him as he continued, eventually snuggling into his side, your thumb in your mouth and Jellybean in the crook of your arm.

He finished off Frozen in about ten minutes, then turned to you. "Alright, Katie, you ready for...THE GRUFFALO??" he said in a mock scary voice that made you laugh. But once you stopped laughing at his silliness, you had another question in mind.

"Petey, what's a keg?" you asked innocently.

Poor Peter nearly broke his neck doing a double take. "Wh-what?" he asked, not sure of what he heard. When he was in little space with you, your random questions and changes of subject made perfect sense to him, but when he was bigger it was hard to keep up sometimes.

"Unca Tony said don't tap da keg unless we needed to. What's a keg?"

"It's nothing....he was just being silly. Let's read."

"Is a weapon?"

"No...it's....hey, look, books. Let's read."

"But what IS it?"

"Ahhhh...it's....you know....it's...hey, you wanna sing a song?" Peter said, loudly and excitedly, hoping the non-sequitur would distract you.

It worked. "What kind of song?" you asked, intrigued.

"Umm..." Peter thought quickly, trying to get your mind off of what a keg was. He felt a flicker of compassion for Uncle Steve whenever his Dad did this to you, but mostly he was trying to come up with a song. "Hey, do you know Ninety Nine Bottles of...." he said suddenly, his brain both working and failing him miserably all at the same time.

"Bottles of what?" you asked, now completely invested. Peter broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't teach you a song about beer, for goodness' sake.

"Did I say bottles? That was silly. I meant...boxes. Yeah, boxes!...of... juice! That was it! Ninety Nine boxes of juice on the wall! Do you know that song?" he improvised wildly. You tilted your head, trying to think, but then shook it.

"How's it go?"

Peter cleared his throat awkwardly. He wasn't much of a singer, but he knew he was going to have to give it a go if he had any hope of distracting you from asking about kegs. Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky would rip his head off if he told you, and he knew that you were stubborn enough to keep asking. But man...he REALLY didn't want to sing and embarrass himself in front of you....

Just then, you both heard a loud crash coming from somewhere below. It was loud enough that it made you both jump, even though the room didn't even shudder. Peter watched as your face turned pale and you gripped your bunny tighter. You pinched your lips together and breathed slowly. He knew exactly what you were doing. You were trying to calm down and being as brave as you could be. His heart melted for you.

And he found his courage in that.

"So...the song," he said, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to regain your attention and hopefully calm you a bit. "It goes..." he coughed again, took a deep breath, and went for it. "Ninety nine boxes of juice on the wall....ninety nine boxes of juice....you take one down and pass it around...ninety eight boxes of juice on the wall!"

You blinked at him, wide-eyed, and waited for the rest. He looked back at you hopefully to see how this was going down.

"Short song," you said, tilting your head, confused. Peter rolled his eyes and chuckled.

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A short time later, Steve and Bucky were finishing sweeping their own floor and apartment. "Clear," Steve said definitively into the comm. "Natasha, Tony, Thor, what's your status?"

When everyone came through confirming the all-clear, Fury came through the line. "Rogers, Barnes, Stark- go get 'em." It was all the permission they needed.

Steve got their first, but instead of punching the code in immediately, he stopped and stared at the door. "Steve?" Bucky asked in a tense voice, instantly on alert. To his immense surprise, Steve turned to him, a look of astonished humor on his face.

"Buck, listen," he whispered. Bucky strained his ears...and then couldn't believe what he was hearing. The room was sound proofed, but hey- they were super soldiers.

"Twenty-three boxes of juice on the wall, twenty-three boxes of juuuuuicceeeee...."

Bucky punched in the code. The second before he touched the keypad though, he heard Peter's voice cut off suddenly, and then within .5 seconds, your voice cut off too. The button panel lit up green and the door unbolted. Bucky threw the door open, Steve right behind him.

Peter was standing in the middle of the room, his suit in the last phase of forming around him, in his classic Spiderman pose. Bucky raised his hands immediately.

"Password?" Peter asked firmly.

"Trouble," Bucky replied immediately. Peter instantly relaxed and stood up straight, his suit disappearing, knowing for sure this was Bucky. "Good job Peter," Bucky said gratefully, even as he and Steve were rushing to the secret panel they knew you were hiding in. The second they slid the door back, you threw yourself into their waiting arms.

Bucky held you so tight you could feel his every breath, and Steve kept kissing your hair and murmuring what a good girl you were. Eventually, you looked over and saw Tony and Peter in an embrace as well, Tony clapping his young charge on the back proudly.

"Are you okay, angel?" Steve asked you, his eyes lovingly scanning your face. You nodded happily.

"Yeah, Papa! We good! Did you get the bad guys?"

"We sure did."

"YAY!! Who was dey? How did dey get in? What did-"

"Okay, angel, that's too many questions for a little girl right now," Steve said gently, nuzzling your nose with his. "We're safe and it's time to go home. Can we go say goodbye and thank you to Peter?"

You nodded again, suddenly very sleepy from all the receding adrenaline. Bucky carried you over to Tony and Peter.

"She was so good and brave, Dad," Peter was saying enthusiastically to Tony. "She picked out books and sang and we jumped on the couch and everything!"

"You did so good, buddy, I couldn't be more proud of you," Tony said, his seams bursting. He grinned at you as you approached. "Hey, thanks for taking it easy on the kid, little one."

"Petey was da best!! He taught me a new song. Papa, you're gonna love it!"

Steve smirked. "I'm sure I will, baby. Can you say thank you please?"

You wiggled a bit, wanting Bucky to let you down, but you gave up pretty quickly. After being separated from you during a stressful situation, Bucky didn't like to put you down for anything. You leaned forward towards Peter, however, and he accommodated you. You gave your big bestie the biggest hug you possibly could.

"Tank you for taking care of me, Petey," you said lovingly. He squeezed you back.

"Thank you for being so good, Katie!" he responded. Tony clapped a hand on his shoulder. He could hear it in Peter's voice- he was getting close to becoming small again, and he wanted to get his brave boy home. You all said your goodbyes and headed home.

You were cuddled between your daddies and asleep again before you knew it, secure in the knowledge that you were safe and loved by the best people in the galaxy.

[midnightramyeoncravings]

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.”