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howdoyousleep3 · 23 days ago

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Pairing: 3DWD/Bunny Baby Rating: Mature Word Count: 2.7K Tags: Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Power Dynamics, New Relationship, Confession of Feelings, Origin Story, Groping, Office "Sex", Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Age Difference, Size Kink, Yearning (oh the yearning, the chase!) A/N: Woke up one morning thinking about them, couldn't stop myself from pouring it all out into a doc. I don't think about their beginnings enough. I hope you enjoy. ❤️

Bucky suspects something is amiss when he feels more eyes on him than he’s used to as he walks into the office after lunch.

Truthfully, he’s used to eyes on him wherever he goes, but he’s not used to the silence.

Hmm.

He carries on down the hallway towards his office, unbothered yet curious. He quickly stops to check in with Pepper, confirming their outing with their newest client to the nearby fabric district. Bucky is grateful she seems as excited as she is; it’s always thrilling to take on a new client and start a project from the ground up.

He turns and heads towards his office, fully intending on spending the next hour he has before their outing ensuring his deliveries and meeting times at the Romanoff house later tonight are squared away, when he stops in his tracks.

The second and final clue that something is amiss.

He’s embarrassed to admit it, to recognize it.

Steve is here.

Bucky can smell him. That overwhelming and intoxicating smell of masculinity, of ruggedness. Cinnamon, sandalwood, citrus; it drives Bucky insane that he can’t pinpoint what the notes are. Steve has claimed he doesn’t wear a cologne. Bucky calls bullshit.

Nobody smells that good, naturally and without any help.

Nobody.

The smell of Steve in his office building, on his floor, nearby, immediately puts him on edge. He wills his knees to keep him upright even when his body and mind want to cave immediately. There’s no way Steve is here. Bucky must be imagining it, his subconsciousness conjuring up the smell in his mind in order to distract him, in order to force Bucky to think of Steve when he’s convinced himself he doesn’t want to.

No, he won’t be distracted by a crush, by a one-night-stand.

He reaches for his keys, opens his office door with ease—

And nearly falls to the floor.

Steve is here. In his office, standing at his office window seemingly admiring the view of the city just outside it.

What is Steve doing here? More importantly, how did he get into Bucky’s office?

When Steve turns to look at him, expression riddled with proud mischievousness, Bucky immediately takes pause. He can’t let Steve think he has the upper hand even though he’s surprised Bucky at his place of work. He can’t let Steve’s sweet talking ways and his rugged sex appeal chip away at Bucky’s self-control and boundaries.

This is unacceptable.

But Christ, Steve looks good.

He looks better than good— he looks sexy as hell.

His beard is neatly trimmed, his hair infuriatingly windswept. He looks as if he’s come off the farm after a long day's work: well-worn jeans, a navy blue henley that clings to the bulk in his arms, a pair of reliable boots. A leather bomber jacket with a sherpa collar is tossed carelessly across one of the chairs opposite of Bucky’s desk. The ensemble’s sticker price would send Bucky reeling into a coma, but one would never know it.

He’s certain Steve doesn’t even know how much his clothes cost and that’s because he doesn’t care. He doesn’t have to care. And the thought of Steve not caring about price tags is enough to ratchet up the arousal Bucky is trying uselessly to ignore.

Stay strong.

“Hey, Bunny…”

Fuck.

Bucky’s willpower clings to its existence.

Bucky takes a deep breath, steps into his office, and closes the door behind him. He ignores Steve’s pet name for him even though it digs under his skin in the hottest of ways. Nobody has ever given him a pet name. Bucky doesn’t do pet names, is too strong-willed and confident for them. No partner has ever babied him or given him sweet names or worshipped the ground he walks on.

Steve did it from the moment they locked eyes.

Bucky sends out feelers for his willpower, questions if it even exists when it comes to Steve.

“What are you doing here?” is all Bucky can damn near choke out. He steels his spine and walks to his desk, barely able to put one foot in front of the other.

When he chances a glance up and over at Steve, he nearly whimpers. Fuck, he’s so sexy, Bucky can barely stand to look at him.

Steve shrugs.

“I was in the area, thought I’d stop by.”

A lie, one that Bucky can call him out on.

“No you weren’t. There’s nothing around here that would interest you.”

Steve chuckles and the noise goes right to Bucky’s groin.

“You interest me,” he says matter of factly, pushing away from the window. “Thought I made that pretty clear, Buck.”

Bucky swallows audibly, makes a show of turning his computer on.

Yeah, pretty fucking clear. The older man has all but professed his love for Bucky, sent him endless gift deliveries, whispered his affection and awe into Bucky’s skin, laid himself bare and—

Stop.

No sex, don’t think about sex with Steve, god.

“How’d you get in here?” Bucky presses, ignoring the hot press of Steve’s presence against the line of his back.

He can sense Steve’s easy grin even if he doesn’t chance another look up at him.

“I sweet talked my way in. I’m pretty good at sweet talkin’. Ain’t that right, Bun?”

He doesn’t think Steve understands the power of his sweet talking ways, even as he jokes about it.

Bucky thinks he’s sweating, can feel the drops of it pooling in the curve of his lower back, can feel it on his upper lip. It’s embarrassing. He can command a boardroom, lead a design team, walk confidently through rooms, homes, exhibits he himself has designed. He’s confident, overly so, is bossy and demanding and overbearing.

And here he is crumbling under the mere words of Steve Rogers, a man ten years his senior who has been relentlessly chasing after him ever since their first date.

This is what Bucky gets for sleeping with Steve on their first date. But fuck, who could blame him?

Bucky feels as if he’s going into heat.

When Bucky turns to admittedly flee from his office and demand security come take Steve from it, he runs right into the familiar wall of packed muscle. The older man doesn’t even hesitate; he grabs onto Bucky confidently and purposefully.

“It’s easy to get what I want, Buck. I’m a man who’s used to getting what he wants,” Steve murmurs, a mitt for a hand cupping the back of Bucky’s head, the second pulling Bucky snugly against his front by his lower back.

When their bodies meet, sex is all Bucky can think about.

“That’s why I’m so frustrated with how difficult it’s been to get the thing I want most,” Steve tells him, his voice taking on a gravely edge that damn near sends Bucky under. “I appreciate a good chase, I love good back and forth. But goddamnit, Buck— what the fuck are you makin’ me wait around for?”

Bucky feels the burn of shame in the form of a blush build on his neck.

The thing is, Bucky doesn’t have a good answer and he’s ironically afraid to admit that he’s scared. This isn’t traditional, this isn’t normal, what he shares with Steve. Their age difference is surely to be frowned upon, Steve’s position as a CEO will surely make it seem to others as if Bucky is just wanting into his pockets.

More prevalent and more difficult to admit is that Bucky’s not used to Steve’s treatment of him.

He doesn’t think he’s deserving of Steve’s treatment. He doesn’t know what to do with his attention and his affection and the way he wants to surround Bucky with an endless flow of devotion.

Steve’s fingers tighten in his hair and Bucky all but moans, bringing his hands up to curl his fingers into the front of Steve’s shirt. He wants to curl his lips up in a snarl when his fingers find their way into the fuzz just underneath said shirt.

“I won’t have you denying us something good because you want to be stubborn. I won’t have you stopping us from having each other because you’re afraid.”

Bucky does what he does best when he’s backed into a corner— push.

“I don’t want you,” he weakly attempts, the words making his gut churn and his throat burn, his body rejecting them immediately.

Steve smiles, crowds Bucky further against his desk.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Bunny,” he turns and whispers into Bucky’s ear, their bodies curling tightly together. Steve easily pulls Bucky into him, a hand on his nape and now an arm around his lower back, reminding Bucky what Steve does to his body.

Just the presence of Steve, the press and bend of their bodies together, does something to Bucky that he’s never experienced with someone else.

When Steve squeezes at his nape, pulling Bucky’s attention upwards, the older man’s exhale sounds like a groan.

Bucky’s vision blurs when he feels Steve’s growing and impressive erection dig into his belly.

“You’ll learn not to lie to your Daddy over time,” Steve tells him, breath hot on Bucky’s mouth. The title goes right to Bucky’s own growing erection, arousal shooting through his body hot like lightning, his mouth dropping open to let a whine easily slip out.

“You may try to lie to me now, but your pretty little body can’t lie to me, oh no. Sweetheart, your body can’t lie to me. Just look at’chu…”

Bucky is finding it more and more difficult to remember why he’s spent weeks denying Steve another chance with him. Steve’s hands feel like magic on his body, like Bucky can drop the facade and feel. And once Bucky’s eyes lock with Steve’s ocean ones, they drive that point home even further—

Let go.

Unsurprisingly, Steve sees the internal waver.

“There he is,” Steve coos, deliciously pursing his lips around Bucky’s bottom one. “There’s who I’ve been chasing.”

Steve presses another hot kiss to his mouth, Bucky’s knees buckling.

“Who I’m done chasing.”

Another long and hot kiss that Bucky helplessly moans into this time.

“Who I want.”

Just when Steve dips his tongue into the next set of kisses he gives Bucky, he trails his lips down the column of Bucky’s neck, sucking his way down it. Bucky doesn’t even fight the way his eyes roll back into his head.

“Want is an understatement— I’m damn near obsessed. You may be afraid to show your true feelings or give into this, but I’m not, Bun. I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. Everything I do in a day I wonder what it would be like to do it with you by my side. When I go to sleep, I want you there. When I wake up, I want you there.”

“Steve…”

“When I touch my cock, I want you there. Fuck, do I want you and your tight, little bunny ass there.”

It’s as if he’s lost all sense of himself as Bucky hears those words. He curls his fingers around Steve’s thick neck at the same time he moves to wind his legs mindlessly around Steve’s stocky waist. He knows Steve will hold him, that Daddy won’t let him fall, and he’s proven right when Steve does just that with a heavy exhale. He gathers Bucky easily up into his hands, obviously appreciating the feel and weight of Bucky in them, before sitting him on top of his own desk.

“Christ, I miss you, Buck,” he tells him in between kisses, hands holding onto either side of Bucky’s face. “Tell me you miss me too, baby.”

Bucky’s moan grates against the front of his throat.

“I miss you,” Bucky murmurs, reaching for Steve’s tongue with his own. “I miss you so much, Daddy.”

Steve groans into Bucky’s mouth.

“Fuck yeah, missed that. Missed the hell outta that. Lemme hear it again, Bun.”

Easily, eagerly.

“Daddy…”

Bucky lets out every ounce of pent up want and need he’s been ignoring over the past weeks and pours it into that word. He digs his fingers into Steve’s shirt, yanking at it until his hands meet the warm skin of his stomach, pulling at the older man until Bucky’s hands slide easily around to his muscled back.

Steve’s skin is so shockingly warm it forces another moan out of Bucky’s throat.

As someone who runs cold, he misses that warmth.

“You’re such a fuckin’ brat,” Steve mumbles between kisses before he’s smirking. “We’re gonna have so much fun together.”

Bucky is more than ready to let Steve fuck him on his own desk, in his own office. The thrill of being chased by someone he’s so wildly attracted to combined with the surprise of him showing up at Bucky’s office to confess his feelings has Bucky feeling like a live wire. His dick is so hard his balls ache, Steve’s hands on his body coaxing noises of pleasure out of him that others are sure to hear.

If they saw Steve walk in though, they shouldn’t be surprised by what’s happening in here.

He turns his cheek and bites at Steve’s bearded jawline, reaching for the older man’s belt buckle, fingers digging into his zipper to feel the pushback against the metal.

“You got a party tonight?”

Bucky is too distracted by the feel of Steve’s thick cock beneath the denim of his jeans to register his question.

It’s a bite on Bucky’s own chin that pulls him back into his brain.

“What?”

“Don’t you have a Christmas party tonight?”

“How…how do you know about that?”

Steve’s teeth catch Bucky’s bottom lip between them. Bucky’s toes curl in his dress shoes.

“Pepper told me about it.”

Of course she did.

“I’ll pick you up at 8.”

What?

Bucky’s vision may be blurred, but he’s certain Steve is pulling away, suddenly widening the gap between them. His dick aches something fierce between his legs, yearning for Steve’s touch, Steve’s mouth, Steve.

“What?” Bucky asks, unable to hide his breathlessness, running a hand down and over his mouth.

Steve’s reached his jacket now and he turns to Bucky, slipping his arms into it.

He barely looks affected by their office rendezvous at all.

“I’ll pick you up at eight at your place. Make sure you pack a bag; you’re comin’ home with me tonight.”

Bucky resists the urge to collapse back onto his desk.

“Are you…are you insane?” Bucky huffs, doing nothing to disguise his annoyance at being left in his office to deal with his own erection. He watches through half-lidded eyes as Steve walks back over to him, stepping between Bucky’s spread legs and reaching for his throat.

“You thought I’d come in here, profess my love, and give you my cock?”

Bucky’s neck goes lax at the word love, but he curls his lip anyway.

“Yes?”

Steve chuckles happily into his last set of smacking kisses before squeezing at the fingers around Bucky’s throat.

Fuck.

“Daddy’s got a lot to teach you.”

He gives Bucky’s cheek a light smack.

“You make sure and wear somethin’ pretty for me, you hear?”

Bucky doesn’t argue. His heart slams against his ribs. He hears Steve at the door of his office.

“I’ll have what I want you to wear underneath it sent over.”

Bucky not-so-slowly collapses backwards onto his desk, chest falling and rising rapidly, dick throbbing in time with it.

“I’ll see you soon, Bun. Don’t ignore my calls.”

And just as surprisingly as he showed up, Steve’s gone, leaving Bucky a damn near hyperventilating mess atop his once pristine desk.

With too much to think about, Bucky focuses on settling his breathing, on easing the ache in his dick without the time or place to take care of himself. When the absurdity of the situation hits him, when the full force of his crush on Steve makes him kick his feet where he lies, Bucky giggles.

And once he starts, he can’t stop.

Steve was right— they’re going to have so much fun together.

#howdoyousleep #my writing #stucky fic #stucky #3DWD #Bunny Baby #3DWD and Bunny Baby #i want a 3DWD hmph

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kakamccartneystan · 2 months ago

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I'm still amazed by John Lennon's duality on the album Imagine. Recording Imagine and How do you sleep on the same album is very controversial. Like, "Imagine everyone living life in peace" except you, Paul McCartney, pest from hell! You should have died, you fake. You just made some good music and think you're the best, just because it's beautiful and there's a lot of assholes behind you. You're going to fall apart without me." One of two things: either he was bipolar or he was hypocritical as hell.

#mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney #Imagine #Howdoyousleep

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juicyfruit22-library · 3 months ago

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#stucky #marvel #alternate universe #shrunkyclunks #howdoyousleep

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fandomfluffandfuck · 5 months ago

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Wait do you know of any fics where Steve is a virgin??? Currently obsessed with both young virgin Steve and post serum virgin Steve I need more stuff to read about him 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Not calling you out, you're totally, perfectly fine, kinks are kinks and I don't give a fuck about the existance of virginity kink--I can see the appeal myself, even if it's typically not something I'm interested in--but I do feel personally compelled to mention at the head of this: virginity doesn't fucking matter. It's constructed. It doesn't mean anything. Do what the fuck you want with your body in whatever capacity that means to you from not fucking until marriage or fucking all the time or anywhere between.

Well, as a matter of fact, I do 👀 The fic I'm currently working on includes post-serum virigin Steve, so...

"Money Magic"

But, also, have these following fics. I haven't read all of them, but from my understanding, they're all good!

"Blooming Under the Dappled Light" by thiccbuckybarnes

*this fic technically is tagged as virgin Bucky, but thicc writes such good fics, I can't leave them off this list!

"Take You With Me" by howdoyousleep, the1918

"and when I walk away (you take off runnin’ and come right after me)" by orphan_account

"Sweeter than Sugar" by SnowWriter

"My Lord" by OhCaptainMyCaptain

"You Can Be My First Time" by Lavenderkittykat

Unfortunately, those are all the ones I know of off the top of my head. Hopefully, you enjoy them, though!

#asks #fic rec #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #virgin steve #virginity kink #pianor481

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musette22 · 1 month ago

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Have you read any good fics based on Chris and Sebs movies/tv shows besides marvel?

Hmmm, you mean like, fics for ships of other characters they've played? I did do a post here at some point with lots of links to gifsets etc. here on tumblr for all sorts of Chris characters x Sebastian character ships, but fic-wise, I think it's a little trickier... Here are a couple that I could think of off the top of my head!

Knifewood (Ransom Drysdale x Charles Blackwood:

we have always lived with our knives out by buvkissteves

Called to No Account for His Crimes by Annaelle

Andy Barber x Lance Tucker

no need to ask me by howdoyousleep

Andy Barber x TJ Hammond

Beyond a Reasonable Doubt by wintersoldier1989

Frank Adler x TJ Hammond

like a vision from the old west wind by its_tortle

cogito, ergo fuck by djchika

... and I'm sure there are more that I don't remember or just don't know about, so if anyone else wants to add some recs to this, please be my guest! Also anon, if this wasn't what you meant, please let me know! <3

#chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #stucky #sort of #fic recs #minnie answers

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themculibrary · 6 months ago

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Sub!Bucky Masterlist

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky, maria/sam, tony/pepper, clint/natasha, + more E, 305k

Summary: Steve's just moved back to Brooklyn after spending ten years in California trying to make a life for himself as an artist right after high school. Having escaped to the other side of the country following the sudden death of his mother, Steve feels guilty about abruptly leaving all his friends for so long, unfulfilled, scared and nervous about started college at his age, and unbelievably lonely. So when he meets Bucky Barnes, a young sex-worker, at a bar the night before his first day of classes, temptations might be too high to resist.

One night paying for sex with the most sinfully gorgeous guy is nothing to brag to the papers about, huh?

S'not like he'll ever see him again anyway...

...Right?

Being In His Possession (ao3) - valiantlybold steve/bucky E, 57k

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is nineteen years old, and he is about to make what might be the worst decision of his short little life.

But little by little, he comes to like his new place of employment, as well as his employer. Well... Maybe a little more than just like.

Bucky Barnes and his Big Beefy Blonde (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Bucky Barnes loves Big, Beefy, Blondes. What he loves most about Big, Beefy, Blondes is having no string attached sex with them. Until he meets a Big, Beefy, Blonde that just happens to be Steve Rogers -- Captain America who's only been declared alive a few months ago.

This is one that could go down as Bucky's fuck of a lifetime.

That's if he can avoid these pesky feelings that start showing up out of nowhere.

Collar Full of Chemistry (ao3) - 2bestfriends steve/bucky E, 188k

Summary: AKA a fantasy BDSM romance featuring heavy mutual pining, feelings denial, and enough kink to blackout a bingo card. We know what we're about, son.

We encourage everyone to read tags and notes. We want everyone to have a safe and happy reading experience! :)

Coming Home For Christmas (ao3) - Chiyume steve/bucky E, 118k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a good man. His friends have told him so on numerous occasions, but this might actually be more bordering on "stupid" rather than "kind". Because what else would you describe the act of inviting a complete stranger - and thief - into your home over the Holidays? Steve isn't quite sure what to call it himself, but fact is that when it comes to the case of Bucky Barnes, Steve's actually pretty okay with being referred to as an idiot, as long as it keep the other man safe. And to Steve's defence, it had all started out with such good intentions...

From You I Cannot Hide (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony, bucky/natasha, clint/phil M, 66k

Summary: Being a sub isn’t the worst thing in the world. Being a sub who doesn’t like pain, well. That’s just weird. A sub’s sole responsibility in life is to be anything and everything a dom wants, an open canvas for a dom’s brush, malleable and sweet. Obie taught him that, and that fear ultimately tears him and Pepper apart. So Tony hides his dirty secret and doesn’t sub for anyone now. But that doesn’t stop him from wanting.

give him something to believe in (ao3) - howdoyousleep steve/bucky E, 18k

Summary: “Hey, Bucky nice to see you. Sorry about this. Close the door?” The older man’s voice is professional, to the point. Bucky nods, closes the door behind him and then that professional voice changes, has a more of an authoritative edge when he purrs, “Lock it.”

His Daddy Voice.

However Sweetly It May Storm (ao3) - KimchiKitty7 bucky/steve/tony E, 30k

Summary: After Civil War, Tony Stark is trying to pull his life together and deal with the betrayal and abandonment of his team. One night he goes upstairs to find Steve Rogers in his penthouse, and is ready to try his hand at throwing him out the window. But things aren’t always what they seem. Can they get it right this time?

if you're lonely wake me (ao3) - oh_la_fraise steve/bucky E, 6k

Summary: Their first date is objectively pretty great. But later, when Bucky comes after Steve slides inside him and slaps him on the ass, Steve knows this is going to be fun.

It's Our Pleasure (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/steve/tony M, 71k

Summary: Steve Rogers is not a typical Dom and Bucky is a Switch choosing to submit for his Captain. Together they have a love that breaks rules and flaunts expectations, and when they see a beautiful sub being mistreated by his Dom, Bucky and Steve break another rule and interfere.

Tony is a sub bound to Old World protocol-- seen but not heard, there for Ty's pleasure alone, regarded as half a person without his Dom--and Tony thinks that life is normal.

Or at least, he thinks its normal until he meets Bucky and Steve.

Bucky has more freedom than Tony could imagine and Steve's only wish as Dom is to take care of his subs, and when both Dom and Switch fall for Tony, they make it clear there's room for him in their arms and hearts.

First they have to deal with Ty though, first they have to free Tony from an abusive Dom and a history of hurt, and that won't be easy.

But Tony's ready. He's ready to move on and reclaim his life, ready to take a chance on something new, and ready to learn the beauty of willing submission with Bucky, and the truth of a caring Dom in Steve.

Keys To Your Kingdom (Holding On By A Thread) (ao3) - deathdropdontstop steve/bucky E, 54k

Summary: Steve is a phone dom as a side gig, and Bucky is one of his favorite clients. He does a great job not developing feelings for his clients, until he doesn’t.

Lessons Learned (ao3) - sadsongssaysomuch steve/bucky E, 39k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a retired Army Captain from Brooklyn who now runs a private security firm. He’s a charismatic public speaker and an intensely private man.

His life runs on routine until he hires James Barnes, a reckless, conflicted man for his PR department. Steve takes an instant liking to him but struggles to help when Barnes’ careless ways begin to interfere with his job.

James Barnes is a man of secrets and he’s gotten good at hiding his traumatic past with his smart-ass attitude. When Steve approaches him about it, one thing leads to another and they end up having a drunken fling.

However, Steve has his secrets too...

My Albatross Always With Me (ao3) - LolitaBlue steve/bucky E, 94k

Summary: When Bucky Barnes joins the Avengers team as a weapons developer, Steve Rogers doesn't like him very much. Their constant bickering leads to a fiery tension that everyone else wants to sort out. Steve and Bucky are too stubborn to admit why they don't like each other, until they're forced to reach a point where they can't deny the truth any longer.

(A Modern!Bucky and Cap!Steve AU)

Never Someone Else (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Seventy years ago, Bucky Barnes was Steve Roger's registered submissive. Now, after becoming Captain America and the Winter Soldier, Steve and Bucky must figure out if they can still be each others Dominant and submissive. Or if they need to find someone else.

Orgasmus (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: It had always felt like his life was nothing but decision-making; what with work, taking out the dames, making ends meet all the time at home - Bucky was always expected to have the answers. That’s how society told him he needed to be. When he was at home, though, things were different. The second his shoes came off and that front door was closed, the only thing Bucky had always wanted was for someone to take care of him.

Not ‘someone’, not really. Steve. Bucky wanted Steve to take care of him.

Soft Target (ao3) - Hyperthetical, Riakomai steve/bucky E, 19k

Summary: Bucky and Steve reconnect after a mission gone wrong.

Sunlight on Still Waters (ao3) - cobaltmoony, sparkly_butthole steve/bucky E, 78k

Summary: Steve Rogers lives in a broken-down building in Brooklyn, shops at Whole Foods, and plays Captain America as necessary, adjusting to the twenty-first century as well as can be expected. He’s not looking for a sub, not actively, but when he stumbles - literally - upon his neighbor Bucky Barnes, that old spark lights up once more.

But things have changed since Steve went into the ice. Society’s gone forwards in many ways, but not all, not by a longshot. And soon enough, he’ll have to play a hero of a different kind.

we are the things that we do for fun (ao3) - Nonymos steve/bucky, clint/natasha E, 35k

Summary: Going to a professional Dom may be one of the weirdest things Bucky’s ever done. Especially since this skinny Steve Rogers guy doesn’t really look the part.

But hey, they might just find a way to make this work.

you're the fireworks flyin' on the fourth of july (ao3) - IamShadow21 steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve's got ninety-five years' worth of Bucky's birthdays to catch up on.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #sub!bucky #sub!bucky masterlist #domsub #dom!steve

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strawberrywinter4 · 9 months ago

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hey!! I saw that you were into Marvel as well, and was wondering if you had any good fic recs :) I'm so addicted I'll read anything I can get my hands on lol

Thank you for the ask!!

Ugh, I WISH I had a lot of recs, but Marvel isn’t my main, main fandom, so I don’t have a lot. (If anyone has some good recs, doesn’t matter which ship, please repost or put it in the comments! I love Marvel and I want some fic recs too lol).

Here are some that I really enjoyed though (these are all ao3 btw.):

Tony Stark/Stephen Strange:

- Sunrise in Exile by Ragdoll (Keshka) - Basically it’s a re-telling of Infinity War. REALLY GOOD!

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes:

- Author howdoyousleep has some REALLY good stuff (making a Mafia AU at the moment)

Deadpool/Spider-Man:

- fall out, boy, so I can fall in(to you) by TheMadKatter13 - Characters are SPOT ON!

Marvel (in general):

- Meet-Cute AU’s by 74days

So sorry for the lack of recs, hon. I used to read SO MANY Marvel fics on Wattpad, but somehow, I lost all of them lol. I need more!!

#marvel fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu fandom #mcu fic #mcu fic recs #marvel fic rec #marvel fic #fic recs #fan fic related #fic rec #fic writer #stucky #ironstrange #spideypool

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dropofbittersea · 2 months ago

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He sits up and rolls his neck, hands planted on either side of his hips on the wooden bench beneath him, focusing on his posture, and looks over at the man sitting with him.

Oh shit.

#stucky fic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fanfic #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #shrinkyclinks #modern day au #au #d/s dynamic #dom/sub

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theillustrioushausofblack · 3 months ago

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oh, it just makes sense

author: howdoyousleep

“How big is your backseat, Captain Rogers?”

#stucky #captain america #mcu #alternate universe

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elizabethraywrites · 10 days ago

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I'm currently working on two stories over on Patreon, one with a bit of an angsty origin story with a bratty Bunny Baby and a firm 3DWD. The other will either be about Vampire Daddy Steve and Baby Bucky or my Camboy and Pornstar. 🤭

Oh, and I just shared the first chapter of my original work, A Race You'll Never Win. 🤭🤭

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howdoyousleep3 · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Daddy Steve/Baby Bucky Rating: E (Explicit) Word Count: 4.4K Tags: Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Drunk Sex, Daddy Kink, Light Dom/Sub Relationship, Brat Taming, CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), Dirty Talk, No Prep (there is an obscene amount of lube though lol), Spanking, Anal Sex, Manhandling, Feminization, Rough Sex, Light Exhibitionism, Light Subspace, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Spitting, Coming on Face, Ruined Orgasm A/N: It's about time. The current state of my life and my mental health called for a mean and selfish Daddy Steve who doesn't give a fuck. In this fic, these two rely on their established relationship and deep understanding of one another. Daddy Steve has never talked or acted like this. Bucky loves it even if he is frightened by the thrill of it. I hope you trust them and love it too. ❤️

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“Listen, Buck— I’m going out to dinner with my friends and that’s that.”

Bucky isn’t used to being told no.

“I don’t know what else to tell you. You’re just going to have to deal with it, baby. I’ll be home later tonight.”

Bucky doesn’t react well to being told no.

“I love you,” Steve had told him to obviously end the conversation, something akin to annoyance evident in his tone, digging into and burning at Bucky’s skin. Being told no feels like rejection, feels like betrayal, feels like nothing his Daddy should be forcing him to feel.

So, Bucky hung up without another word, without a proper response.

Without giving Daddy his “I love you”.

If Steve wants to be mean, Bucky can be mean too. He can be mean even through the tears and through the sting of rejection and through his admittedly unnecessary pouting. So, he ignores Steve’s calls, ignores his texts, ignores his warnings.

Buck…

Don’t do this. You know this won’t end well.

Pick up the phone, Bucky.

He goes about his night alone at home, ignoring Steve’s attempts at communicating, at apologizing, at getting back onto Bucky’s good side. He orders takeout and ignores the immediate urge he’s met with to order Steve’s meal of choice as well; he doesn't deserve it. He drinks half a bottle of red wine as he scrolls through Instagram, watches reruns of Real Housewives of New Jersey, and waits for his food to be delivered.

By the time he’s done with his meal, he’s finished off the bottle of wine and ignored three more of Steve’s texts and two more calls.

Why are you being such a brat?

Pick up the damn phone.

You’re fixing to piss me off, Buck.

Daddy’s been drinking.

Bucky decides to shower. He takes a long, hot, luxurious shower. He shampoos his hair twice, uses his expensive body wash that smells like pumpkin cinnamon rolls. He drenches himself in the matching body oil once he’s done showering, takes the time to put on his best skincare, his favorite oil for his hair.

He feels like he’s floating on a cloud as he falls into bed naked and wraps himself up in their flannel sheets and heavy duvet. He doesn’t even bother going in search of his phone; he has no plans to respond to whatever Steve sends him anyway.

Steve can kiss his ass.

Bucky is pulled slowly from his sleep.

It isn’t in an instant or a sharp awakening; it feels like he’s being pulled slowly through syrup from his dream-riddled sleep by something curious.

Bucky furrows his brow. Is that—?

It’s a noise, a consistent noise.

A familiar, wet noise that immediately sets Bucky on fire from the inside out.

The recognition of that noise forces his body and mind into a state of almost panicked awakeness then. A sharp wave of premature arousal wracks his body, something of a Pavlovian response, and it sends his heart pounding against his ribs. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times in order to help adjust to the darkness of the room, the lights from the city just outside their windows helping to keep the room not fully encased in darkness.

Once his eyes adjust, he finds the source of the sound immediately.

He was right.

Steve stands within reach of Bucky’s bedside, close enough to touch, his cock pulled through the zipper of his pants and held in his hand.

Fisting it.

He doesn’t even say anything when he locks eyes with Bucky, his mouth slightly dropped open and a sharp gleam in his eyes just past his glasses that leaves Bucky on edge, curious and hesitant and hot. He tries hard not to let his eyes drop back down to the sight of Steve’s impressive cock, digs his fingers into the mattress in an attempt to ground himself, but it’s useless. It’s always useless.

He loves his Daddy’s cock.

Bucky doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. He watches on as Steve reaches for an open bottle of lube he must have pulled out of Bucky’s bedside table, watches on as he squirts some messily into his palm before reaching for his cock again. He tosses the bottle onto the bed carelessly.

Something deep, deep within Bucky begins to grow restless.

“Still ain’t got nothin’ to say to your Daddy?”

Steve’s voice cuts through the air and the tension like a hot knife through butter. Bucky feels the bass of it in his toes, the bite of Steve’s growl curling around his neck.

He curses himself for once again not thinking his tantrums through to the end, for thinking he ever stood a chance against his Daddy.

“Yeah, forgot how much of a fuckin’ punk you can be when you don’t get your way.”

Oh.

That’s how it’s going to be?

The thrill of uncharted territory skirts up Bucky’s spine, the nervousness of the same curling into a ball in his belly.

“Maybe you shouldn’t spoil me so much then,” Bucky weakly tries, but Steve only scoffs and strokes his cock harder, the girth of him making Bucky’s mouth traitorously water.

“I’m not responsible for your fuckin attitude, Buck,” Steve bites out in a tone Bucky has only heard a few times before. It nearly forces tears to spring to his eyes, nearly pulls a whimper from the back of his throat. It also makes his balls begin to ache.

He chooses not to say anything in response, but Steve fills the silence after a minute or two.

“Thought about comin’ home to just blow my load all over your pretty face while you slept before crawling into bed, but…don’t know. Think I want you to be awake when I take out my anger on your pretty body.”

Jesus.

“Andy said I should do it, mark you up all over your face, maybe smack you around a little. But James said I need to take it out on your ass. And I gotta say…I’m keen on taking it out on your ass.”

Bucky’s head spins. He grows dizzy from where he lays, his jaw going slack as that dizziness morphs into fuzz, into familiar heaviness. The erotic image of Steve sitting amongst his friends and discussing Bucky’s punishment pulls his hips into the bed beneath him, forcing his next few breaths to grate against the front of his throat. His dick fills out, chubbs up, fattens between his legs and in the sheets.

Steve talking about him, about something so sexual, seeking advice from his friends on how to handle his baby— it’s all far too much to process at once.

The added layer of them all drinking, of knowing what Steve gets like when he has amber liquid slipping through his system, intensifies Bucky’s reaction.

He’s certain Steve was spewing filth, was sharing intimate details of their relationship. He was surely discussing Bucky, what he likes and dislikes, how he reacts to Daddy’s decisions and hand.

Fuck, Bucky shouldn’t find it so hot, but he’s damn near drooling for it.

“Yeah, that’s right— it was a group decision. Had to tell ‘em all how bad you were bein’, had to explain why I was so fuckin’ fired up when I got there. You don’t even want to know the fucked up shit Levinson and Walker said I should force you to do. So, we decided on your ass, that your ass deserves the punishment.”

Bucky will never be able to look Steve’s friends in the eyes again. Or maybe he will, but he’ll surely pop a boner the moment he does.

Steve’s groan is somehow thunderous yet low, long and drawn out, as he resumes stroking his cock, as he reaches into his pants and pulls his balls out. Bucky barely has time to whine at the sight before Steve is speaking again.

“But that works out ‘cause if I’m making you fuckin’ take it, I’m gonna be selfish about it. Yeah sure, I’m your Daddy and I’m supposed to teach you a lesson and make you aware of the consequences of your actions, blah blah blah—”

Bucky’s not once heard Steve talk like this.

“— but not everything has to be a fuckin’ lesson. Sometimes I just wanna…just wanna make it hurt, lay you out a little bit. Don’t wanna make your punishment about you; I want it to be about me.”

Bucky thinks for a moment that he has no footing, has nothing to grasp at to ground himself in the slightest. But Steve is his safety, is his other half; he’s safe here. He’s safe with Steve and he doesn’t need to question that. And because of that, because of the foundation of trust and love they share, Bucky comes to the decision that this?

This is hot.

It’s hot as fuck.

“Roll over,” Steve sharply and suddenly demands. “I wanna see that boy pussy I’ve been thinkin’ about fucking all night.”

Bucky whimpers, his legs spreading on instinct, his next few breaths shaking loose from his lungs. His noises sound almost like a hiccup, like a set of sobs, and he’s rising up onto his knees before he can think twice about it.

Where he’d normally receive a noise of praise or appreciation, he instead receives a bark of, “Turn the fuck around, show it to me the way I deserve.”

Bucky scrambles. At least he feels as if he’s scrambling, as if he’s moving quickly and awkwardly, but if the thickness of his thoughts and the difficulty of thinking a second ahead is any indication, he probably looks as if he’s lazily moving through molasses.

Bucky still doesn’t get the noise or words of praise he’s used to when he’s finally turned around, when he’s got his back in a deep arch and his cheek pressed against the sheets as he faces away from Steve. He instead soaks in the noises of the sound of Steve beating himself off, the slick noise of his fist as he drags it up and down his—

“You’ve been a little bitch tonight. The guys made me promise them I wouldn’t give into you the moment I saw your pretty hole, but fuck me— that’s a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

Bucky does moan this time, loud and ragged with tight emotion. His dick hangs heavy between his legs, achy from the suddenness and surprise of his arousal, and his hole clenches easily and involuntarily at the compliment.

“Fuck, look how small it is, look how little that fuckin’ hole is. It’s a miracle I can fit my dick in there, my big fuckin’ dick. Your Daddy’s got a big dick, doesn’t he?” Goddamn. Bucky wants to shuffle around on his knees so he can choke on his Daddy’s big dick. He wants it in his mouth, on his tongue, in his throat. He wants—

“I asked you a fuckin’ question,” Steve damn near growls, and the sharp sting of a slap on the meat of his ass shocks Bucky’s answer from him.

“D-Daddy’s got a big dick.”

“Yeah, that’s right— say it again. Tell me again.”

Bucky tucks his arms under his chest, spreads his legs even more, offering himself up.

“Daddy’s dick is so big.”

Steve chuckles into his next groan. “Fuck, I love hearin’ that.”

He listens as Steve moves next, hears him take a few steps, hears him shuffle around before Bucky then feels a cold glob of liquid hit his ass cheek. He gasps, jumps even, but Steve just moans and spreads the liquid across Bucky’s ass with his hand.

Bucky doesn’t even have time to ask questions or think of how messy or obscene smearing his ass in lube is when Steve’s hands are on him like this. It’s as if Bucky isn’t there as a person, as if Steve is alone in this room with his ass, as if he were a toy. Daddy’s hand rubs the lube into the cheeks of his ass carelessly, smearing it around and covering him in the slippery liquid simply for the selfish enjoyment of seeing Bucky’s ass oiled up.

So much for his luxurious, self care shower.

Bucky’s head is so far in the clouds that he barely registers more of it being squirt onto his ass, the feeling of Steve’s hands rubbing and moving almost hypnotizing, but then Steve is rubbing it over his hole, circling it with his fingers and thumb, pressing his thumb into his hole as he moans.

Bucky squeals.

These touches are indicative of Steve meaning what he said about this punishment being for him; these are selfish touches.

The slap of Daddy’s big cock right over his soaked pussy makes him whine. But the feel of Steve then resting his cock between Bucky’s cheeks, of pushing his hips forward in a rhythmic motion draws his whine out further.

“I’m gonna be mean about it because it’s what you deserve. What I deserve. M’gonna fuck this little pussy the way I want to, for me— don’t give a shit about you right now. You wanna come? Fine. But this ain’t about you.”

Steve pulls his hips back in order for his hand to come down over Bucky’s wet hole hard, just the once and then three more swift times, spanking it and forcing another squeal out of Bucky’s mouth.

“Fuck…!”

He’s barely able to jump away from the sting, barely able to feel the burn of such a harsh touch, before Steve is stepping close again and pressing the fat tip of his cock back against Bucky’s soaked hole.

“You better bear down on it, baby— didn’t spend my sweet time training this pussy for nothin’.”

Bucky’s body and mind come together for a moment of panic, mesh in an effort to preserve what they perceive to be Bucky’s safety that is in danger. It’s too fast, too quick; it’s not what Bucky’s used to. He gasps as he shrinks away from Steve’s touch, his thoughts getting the best of him and—

Steve’s strong hand on his nape is like a warm blanket, like an off switch, even when it’s a touch that makes it difficult to breathe.

“None’a that now. Bear down, here we go…”

Claiming.

Breeding.

Steve’s always shown mercy, is in tune with Bucky’s mind and body, holds Bucky as a priority in life and in the bedroom; that is what Bucky is used to. But that Steve is nowhere to be found in their bedroom shrouded in darkness tonight. That Steve has been pushed past the brink of the vast amount of patience he holds, has been filled with amber liquid that takes away his softness. He’s nowhere to be found as he spears Bucky open on his cock, as he uses his big hands to press into the deep arch of Bucky’s back and use it as leverage to fuck into him faster, harder.

Bucky tells himself it’s a lot, that it’s overwhelming, but that it doesn't hurt. He’s used to sex; they have sex frequently. His body doesn’t need to be warmed up to taking Steve when he takes Steve on the regular. But rarely does he take Steve’s cock this fast, this quick, this harsh. His stream of noise is constant, is veering on feral in nature, and he all but thrashes underneath Steve’s hands and on his cock in response to being split open.

“This is my fuckin’ pussy,” Steve grounds out between what sounds to be gritted teeth, and Bucky can’t tell if it’s a reminder for Bucky or filth for himself.

Bucky can’t breathe. He chokes on his breaths, on his noises that won’t stop pouring out, his breaths caged up in his chest. Steve has his waist in a brutal grip, pressing his body further into the mattress, and with Bucky’s arms trapped under his chest it makes it cages his breaths up further.

He wills himself to breathe, begs himself to focus and to open up his willing body to his Daddy. It’s not difficult for him to want this, even as they tread new waters together, but he is quick to come to peace with his body taking the brunt of this…whatever type of punishment this is.

The only moment of mercy Bucky is shown is when Steve’s hips meet the curve of Bucky’s ass, and even then Steve only stills long enough to press and grind his cock impossibly deeper into Bucky. It’s as if he wishes to crawl inside of Bucky with a growl, as if Bucky’s body taking the entirety of his cock isn’t enough and he needs more than Bucky can give him.

Bucky feels drool on his chin.

His blinks are slow and lagging, or maybe that’s his eyes rolling back into his head.

“God fucking damnit,” Steve groans, his tone showing evidence of both relief and frustration, the smack he gives Bucky’s ass driving that frustration home. He jerks his hips back, pulls out of Bucky halfway before filling him up to the brim again. The lewd, wet noises of his pussy makes his cheeks burn in embarrassment, makes him moan at the easy slide and overwhelming sensation of stretch.

Bucky doesn’t know why he pretends to be a brat. A few harsh words and a smack on his ass and here he is face down, ass up for his Daddy.

Steve pulls his hips back again, is quick to slide them back home, beginning to fuck Bucky in earnest.

Bucky’s head spins.

“Pretty fuckin’ pussy for a pretty fuckin’ boy,” Steve tells him in a rumble, rubbing his thumb around Bucky’s stretched and wet rim.

On the other hand, maybe he should be a brat more often.

Steve fucks him without mercy.

Bucky is used to mercy.

He’s used to eye contact and pauses and little, “You good, baby”s. He’s not used to feeling the entirety of Steve’s strength pressed into his body, not used to feeling bruises form in the moment. He’s not used to feeling like Daddy is simply using him for his hole, for somewhere wet and warm to stick his dick and fuck into.

This is different.

This feels so good even if it is a lot.

It has his emotions twisted up in his stomach.

The way his body rocks forward with every brutal thrust, the force of the stretch of his pussy, the feeling of spreading his legs and being bent over for his Daddy; he’s almost embarrassed he can very realistically come from this kind of treatment.

He doesn’t realize he’s saying things until Steve is laughing, groaning, the noise of it swirling around Bucky’s empty brain like a marble.

“Oh sugar,” he moans long and slow, his hands coming down to cup Bucky’s ass as he fucks it, spreading it wide. “You got nothin’ to apologize for— none of that fuckin’ matters now that I’m inside’a you.”

Was he apologizing? He can hear himself now, the drawn-out, almost mournful noises he’s making as spit pools into the sheets underneath him. It’s all nonsense; he can tell that even though his brain is having a hard time processing his own words.

“Stretch me out, Daddy,” he hears himself whine. “I’m sorry— M’so sorry! Make it better, Daddy.”

Steve only fucks into him harder, the slick smack of his groin and his heavy sac slapping against Bucky’s lube-covered ass adding to the cacophony of noises swirling around the room and muddying up his brain.

“Whatever you say, baby.”

“Daddy…”

“Of course I fucking am. Who’s your Daddy?”

“You are…you’re my Daddy.”

Bucky feels a hand wrap roughly around his nape. His face is shoved further into the mattress. The force of the touch and the angle of his body makes him sob.

“Yeah? And whose pussy is this? Whose fuckin’ pussy is this?”

Bucky hiccups, sputters.

“Daddy’s! S’Daddy’s!”

His balls begin to tighten then, his groin stirring, the moment his hole relaxes and embraces the obscene stretch of Steve’s cock in full. Steve has always told him he has a sensitive sweet spot, a sensitive pussy, and this example is his Daddy’s checkmate.

He bucks against Steve’s harsh touch and thrusts when he feels his orgasm rapidly build and stir.

“M’gonna come, m’gonna��come,” he hears himself slur, a pitiful warning that he’s almost certain Steve can’t hear.

“I don’t give a shit.”

Oh.

He was wrong.

Bucky says the only thing that makes sense to him in this moment—

“Come in my pussy, Daddy.”

Steve roars, shoving at Bucky’s nape before letting go and reaching for his hair, all without pausing his thrusts.

“Don’t you fucking do that. You motherfucker. Don’t do that, Buck.”

His orgasm must possess him, push him into doing things Daddy said not to do, because he’s immediately defying his Daddy and pouting out, “Come in my pussy, Daddy. Fill my pussy up,” just as his first spurt of come hits the sheets.

It’s the only moment of his orgasm he is allowed to enjoy.

He’s still coming, dick continuing to shoot off and body continuing to ride the waves of a shattering orgasm, when Steve pulls out of Bucky’s body and drags him to the floor by his neck.

He hits the carpet with a thud and a shout, knees knocking and hands flying out to catch himself. He whines, cries, at losing such a memorable orgasm, at being pulled out of the experience of such, and tucks his chin to watch himself experience the end of his climax between his legs.

“Open your fucking mouth. Look up at me.”

Even with his ruined orgasm, he listens easily. He’s slow to do so. He turns his head up to do his best to look up at his Daddy, but the tears in his eyes make it impossible to see Steve.

He can see his fist though, see his cock as he uses his fist to fuck himself as they nearly come full circle for the night.

“You don’t let me come on your pretty face enough,” Steve accuses, voice hot and low, labored and barely audible over the ringing in Bucky’s ears and the sound of Steve aggressively jerking off above him.

Bucky doesn’t respond, can’t bring forth any words in his brain. He sits there with his tongue out, tears in his eyes, hips doing what they can to rock from the aftershocks of his shattering yet unenjoyable orgasm.

Steve groans and the noise hits Bucky right in the balls. He feels the result of it in his bloodstream, in his being, a noise that, at its core, is centered around Bucky being good. It’s gluttonous and selfish and sexy and Bucky could weep hearing it.

He thinks he is weeping at this point.

When he opens his eyes again, Steve is coming on his tongue.

And then his cheek.

And then over his other cheek, onto his forehead.

All Bucky can do is sob and moan, an odd combination that makes it sound like he’s begging for his life while also in heat.

“Fuck, that’s good. Fuck yeah, look at’chu. Look at my fuckin’ baby. My baby…”

Steve’s come feels as if it scalds his skin, the warmth of it both a shock and a comfort to him. Bucky lets it slide from his tongue, down his chin, has to close one eye in order to avoid a painful mess.

He does nothing to fight against the urge to pout when Steve feeds him the last bit of come from the swollen tip of his cock, letting it fall onto his bottom lip. Steve’s fingers immediately follow it, two of them reaching forward to rub the mess into his lip, then across his chin. Bucky watches from the floor as Steve’s chest heaves up and down underneath his crisp dress shirt, his thick fingers pressing and smearing his warm come into Bucky’s skin.

Bucky chases after his Daddy’s fingers like a starving animal, gasping and groaning, tongue lapping up whatever Steve has to offer.

Does he have no pride?

Daddy answers that question with two fingers shoved in his mouth, stroking the back of his tongue so harshly Bucky’s left with no choice but to gag loudly.

He still moans.

Steve lets out a long, happy noise that sounds like a sigh but feels like another groan in Bucky’s balls. It’s akin to the noise he lets out when he stands to stretch as the halftime show begins during the football games he watches on Sundays, deep and satisfied. He follows the noise up with a tight grip on Bucky’s jaw from the inside of his mouth, a hold on his teeth as he pulls Bucky further towards him.

Where Bucky expects a kiss, he instead gets no warning of Steve spitting down between his open lips.

“Fuck yeah…”

He uses his fingers to spread that around as well, allowing for the combination of his come, his spit, and Bucky’s spit slip over Bucky’s bottom lip and slip down his neck before letting Bucky go with a bit of a shove.

Bucky’s not used to this.

Bucky thinks he’s fallen in love with Steve all over again.

His spent and heavy cock still hangs from the open zipper of his pants, framed by thighs that Bucky swears are the size of tree trunks from down here, when Steve lets out one last, resigned groan.

“That was exactly what I fuckin’ needed,” he casually tells Bucky with more than a tap on his cheek. He turns on his heel and begins to walk away from Bucky and towards their shared bathroom.

Bucky can barely follow him with his eyes, can barely hold his head up.

Steve’s sharp whistle rings in his ears.

“C’mon, sugar— let’s see if you can wring another one outta me,” he hollers from over his shoulder, not bothering to look back at Bucky. Steve almost sounds like himself again, as if he hadn’t just hate fucked Bucky to the brink of psychosis. Bucky thinks he hears the shower.

Maybe that was all Steve needed to get out of his system.

Bucky begins to maneuver himself to stand, ass already sore and come still covering his face, when Steve snaps from the door of their bathroom.

“Nuh-uh— you crawl to your Daddy, kid.”

Maybe not.

#my writing #stucky fanfic #daddy steve and baby bucky #howdoyousleep #take a shot every time Steve says a variation of 'fuck' lol #(don't bc you'll end up in the hospital)#take a shot every time Steve drunkenly calls Bucky 'pretty'#(you may not end up in the hospital but you'll definitely get sick lol)

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