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Rating: Explicit Pairing: 3DWD/Bunny Baby Word Count: ~4.9K Tags: Dom/Sub Undertones, Age Gap, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Budding Relationship, Brat Taming, Manhandling, Angry Sex, Possessive Behavior, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Dirty Talk, Coming on Ass, Spanking, Punishment, Feminization, Slight Humiliation, Comeplay, Crying, Dry Humping, Clothed Sex A/N: My god. I don’t think I’ve written anything like this before, but I’m not surprised these two did it to me. So dirty! So bratty! So them! I hope you enjoy.

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Bucky’s a fool. 

A fool for believing Steve was any different, a fool for thinking he’d be the one to show Bucky how he should be treated after so many experiences where he was in fact mistreated. 

A fool for believing in love. 

He’s such an idiot. 

“You know who he is, right? He owns companies, plural. He’s an extremely attractive, older, extremely wealthy man, Bucky. He’s seen with someone else on his arm every weekend. You’re sure he’s going to keep seeing you? I’m just looking out for you…” 

Hearing those words at the time made Bucky scoff, made him set his wine glass down on the bartop and excuse himself from the conversation with Sharon entirely. He was so offended by her words, by how they made him feel, that he left their dinner and walked right home. 

How dare she? Steve wouldn’t do that to Bucky, not after everything he’s promised Bucky. 

Turns out, she had been right. 

Bucky is indeed a fool. 

He watches Steve work the room from where he sits at a hightop table across the bar, a bar Steve chose, a table Steve directed him towards. Steve has had two beers, nursing them slowly over the past two hours, people engaging him in near constant conversation, drawn towards him like a flower to sunlight. Bucky is nearing his third glass of wine, Steve eager to fetch it from the bartender, and Bucky’s beginning to feel the alcohol in the form of sudden moodiness. 

Of course Steve would be more than eager to go talk to more people, go flirt his way through the crowd, put the moves on whoever is willing to embrace them.

Which is everyone. 

Who the fuck wouldn’t find Steve charming and attractive? 

Tall and broad, he towers over everyone else in the room, having easily parted the crowd to make his way through it. His hair is shorter than it was when Bucky first met him, but it still remains a bit shaggy and irresistible, both sun and wind swept. A dark colored polo and slacks to match, the touch of his glasses to add to his delicious age, a beard that is just beginning to grey that’s worthy of drool. 

Everyone’s eyes are on Steve. 

It’s like Bucky’s been summoned to go on this date with Steve just to watch him go on a date with everyone else. 

His vision blurs as he watches on as a handsome man reaches for Steve’s arm, smile stunning and eyes seductive as he cozies up next to Steve against the bar. It’s been women who have been approaching Steve up to this point in the evening, gorgeous, breathtaking women who have been all but falling to their knees for Bucky’s date. But once the entire room began to catch on that Steve wasn’t interested in the slightest, it seems men have begun to step forth and take their shot. 

And that’s different. 

That stings. 

“You’re sure he’s going to keep seeing you?” 

Bucky’s blurry vision turns red the moment he sees Steve’s hand come down atop that of the man that is flirting with him, watches as Steve smiles at him charmingly, a cocky grin. It’s a brief touch, a brief physical interaction that lasts maybe two seconds, but it’s the nail in the coffin for Bucky. 

He stands from his chair, pocketing his phone and reaches for his coat. 

He’s leaving.

There’s no need for him to let Steve know he’s leaving; he didn’t let Bucky know he was coming along on this date just to watch Steve flirt with anyone who even looked Steve’s way. 

Steve will be fine. 

Bucky knows he will be too. 

Eventually.

He turns his back on the bar and makes the decision to try and exit out through the back. He doesn’t want to risk Steve seeing him leave. Bucky scoffs out loud, an ignored sign that his wine may be getting to him. Who is he kidding? Steve wouldn’t be able to see anything past everyone trying to suck him off. 

He spots the exit sign glowing out of the corner of his eye and turns to make his way towards it. He’s passing the restrooms, moving at a brisk and angry pace, when he’s grabbed by the back of his neck. 

He jerks out of the familiar hand before Steve can spin him around himself. 

“Buck? Where are you…?” Steve begins to ask, trailing off when he sees the expression on Bucky’s face, when he’s met with a deadly combination of rage, alcohol, and embarrassment. His brow furrows in confusion. 

“Bun?” 

Bucky doesn’t even make an attempt to take the high road, not when he’s so hurt and feeling like a goddamn idiot. 

“Don’t,” is all he can hiss out right away, his pent-up emotions coming to a head. “Don’t say that to me. Don’t Bunny me.” 

When Steve immediately reaches for Bucky, makes a move to grab for him with urgency, Bucky steps back out of said reach. 

All he can see in his mind is everyone else’s hands on Steve.

“Everyone was right about us, about…about this not working. They’ve been in my ear for good reason, you know. Good fucking reason.” 

Bucky looks up at Steve and watches as a specific kind of stillness washes over him. 

“What are you talking about, Bucky?” 

When Steve reaches for him again, this time with a bit more of a bite to his actions, Bucky backs himself into the nearest wall to avoid his touch. 

He knows if Steve touches him, he’ll cave. He’s weak as fuck for Steve and he knows it. 

“Bucky, stop being ridiculous. Come on.” 

“I’m not being ridiculous!” Bucky all but shouts, standing up on his toes to shove his fingers into Steve’s chest. If he’s got nowhere left to run, he’s going to at least put up a damn good fight. 

“You’re the one that’s ridiculous. Bringing me here for the night, to what? To watch you lay it on thick for anyone that will look at you? To watch you let people touch you? To try and flirt their way into your fucking pants? I’m the one being ridiculous?” 

Where there was a furrowed brow before, it now grows stern with less confusion and more growing frustration. 

Steve crowds him against the wall, the move so sudden and intense that it has Bucky’s heart jumping up into his throat. He doesn’t know why he was the one to put himself against a wall, that he didn’t just keep making his way out the door. 

It’s a blatant lie to himself. 

Deep down, deep deep down, Bucky craves a good fight. 

Damn him. 

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but I don’t like your tone and I don’t like what you’re implying,” Steve tells him, mouth to mouth and pressing in tight. “You better slow down and get your head on straight, Bun, before you say somethin’ that’s really gonna make me angry.” 

Bucky’s head swims with the urge to be submissive fighting against the urge to bite back. Feeling Steve’s body on his, the many parts that are touching feeling warm enough to catch flame, pulls blood into his dick. Great. The way his body pushes into Steve’s is betrayal at its finest. Steve’s breath on his tongue, their differing sizes glaringly obvious and a specific weakness of Bucky’s, the confidence in which Steve tells him to be quiet. 

For a moment he wants to give in, wants to listen to Daddy, but then he’s remembering the past two hours, all the time Steve spent interacting with other people when he should have been showering Bucky in attention, and he’s back to spitting fire. 

“I’m going home.” 

“The fuck you are. What are you talking about? Who’s been in your ear about what?” 

“I’m going home,” Bucky repeats, baring his teeth as he speaks through them. He shoves at Steve’s chest and forces down the whimper that threatens to spill out when he’s met with solid and effortless resistance. 

“You’re going to talk to me like a fuckin��� adult.” 

“You’re gonna take your fuckin’ hands off me and go find another pretty boy to keep on your arm for the night. That’s what you like, right? Got a list of easy, pretty boys, one to call on each weekend, each night. I’m not going to sit here and watch you add to that list all evening, Steve. You can go to hell.” 

The seconds that follow Bucky’s harsh words are tense. They make Bucky immediately regret his outburst, regret his digs on Steve and his words. Steve all but glares down at Bucky, fingers clenched together where they rest on the wall on either side of Bucky’s head, chest heaving as he loses control of his breathing. That look alone almost has Bucky flinching away, has him wishing he didn’t always want to fight when he’s feeling weak.

He’s ready to make one more attempt at shoving at Steve and making for the exit when he watches a veil lift from Steve’s eyes, a moment of clarity it seems. 

Bucky’s own moment of confusion coincides with Steve bending, lifting him off the floor, and tossing Bucky right over his shoulder. 

“Steve!” Bucky squeals, but it’s useless. He hears a few whistles and claps, some jeers from people that have made his evening one from hell, and his face heats up with a thick blush in an instant. Rarely is he embarrassed, but this treatment has him feeling the emotion down to his core. 

Even if he is aroused at being manhandled in such a way. 

“I don’t know this man!” he urgently tells someone whose feet he sees shuffle past them. “Help me!” 

A swat on his ass makes him squeak again, his face burning with another round of a blush as Steve apologizes and reassures the stranger that he does in fact know Bucky. 

“Goddamnit, Bunny…” 

It takes Steve just a few steps before they’re entering the privacy of the dimly lit restroom and Bucky gulps, sweat forming on his upper lip. He’s going to have to face the mess he’s made head-on; there’s no running away now that Steve’s locked them in this restroom. 

A personal nightmare has become a reality. 

He’s plopped down onto the countertop next to the sink, Steve pushing his way between Bucky’s thighs to saddle in close. He reaches for Bucky’s chin with a firm grip and Bucky wants to whimper for a multitude of reasons when his eyes are forced to lock onto Steve’s. 

Sex. 

It’s all Bucky can think about when Steve touches him. When Steve’s confident and greedy hands are on him all he can think about are the times where Steve’s hands were on him just like this but when he was inside of Bucky. His legs spread around Steve’s stocky waist force Bucky into wanting to unbutton his pants to spread himself wide for Steve, to let him in and stretch him out. 

He knows he’s thrown a fit, a bit of a dramatic, end-all-be-all one, but now all he wants to do is rub all over Steve like a cat in heat. 

His body must give him away, his eyes specifically, because Steve is biting out a sharp noise and pulling Bucky right out of his head. 

“No no. You don’t get to say shit like you just did to me and then give me those eyes, Bucky Barnes.” 

The residual blush trails down his neck. 

Steve squeezes at his chin with a hell of a grip before moving to squeeze at the hinges of his jaw with one hand instead. 

“I don’t even need to know who told you all those fuckin’ lies and I don’t need to hear the extent of them,” Steve starts, voice low and serious. “Not when I’ve got other, more pressing matters to deal with.” 

Bucky doesn’t have time to be confused. 

“You jealous, Bun?” 

He sees red in an instant, makes a move to yank his face out of Steve’s hand. Steve only presses in harder, further. 

How dare he? 

“M’not fuckin’–”

“Ah ah,” Steve tsks, following Bucky’s mouth with his own, not letting up an inch. “It was a rhetorical fuckin’ question, sweetheart. You bothered by all the attention your Daddy’s gettin’?” 

Bucky simultaneously melts into the counter he sits atop and thrashes against the older man’s grip. 

Of course Steve would clock him and his bullshit immediately. 

He bares his teeth. 

“I’m not bothered.” 

Steve barks out a laugh. 

“Oh Bun…look at’chu, darlin’– you’re frothing at the mouth.” 

Bucky’s embarrassment makes its final shift, pulls tears to the edge of his eyelids. 

“I don’t need you to fuckin’ make fun of me,” Bucky spits, lunging forward to dig his teeth into Steve’s chin, it being the part of skin he has most access to. “Just get the fuck off of me and let me go!” 

Being shoved back against the bathroom mirror by an arm over the front of his throat isn’t what he expects. The most solemn version of Steve he’s seen to date isn’t what he expects. 

Bucky doesn’t know what he expects.

“Let me make this crystal clear for the both of us,” Steve murmurs after a few tense and silent seconds. “You’re not goin’ anywhere. I’m not going anywhere. The two of us aren’t going to let whatever bullshit lies someone has fed you come between us and what we’ve spent valuable, valuable time growing.”

He whimpers when he feels the betrayal of a hot tear sliding down his cheek, teeth still gritted like a cornered and frightened animal.

He’s never let anyone see him this weak. 

He hates being vulnerable. 

“I won’t dignify the accusations against me with a response because they’re fuckin’ ludicrous. Instead, I’ll just focus on this night proving to me that I need to continue to drill into your head that there’s no one else out there for me but you, Bucky. There’s obviously still trust left to be built between us that I’m more than willing to take the time to grow with you.” 

Bucky’s breaths are ragged and short. The relief he feels is tremendous, so much so it brings another wave of tears to his eyes.

“Do you understand me?” 

He’s nodding his head before he can contemplate an answer, body ready to listen to its Daddy. 

“You use your words and tell me you understand me.”

“I…I understand.”

“You understand what?” 

Damnit. 

“I…they’re lies. It was made up to hurt us and…and we’re not going to give into them.” 

Steve pulls his arm back and Bucky misses the weight of it immediately, the push of it grounding him in a way. 

“That’s my Bunny,” Steve bites out, tone serious and shifting into something hotter as he reaches for Bucky’s chin again and shakes it. “That’s my fuckin’ boy.” 

Bucky moans, both in relief and at Steve’s encouragement, his reassurance. 

“Now, put your hand on my dick.” 

What? 

Even though Bucky is feeling this shift in energy throughout his body, underlying and constant arousal manifesting into something dangerous for a public restroom, Bucky is taken aback. 

“W-What?” 

The arm is back on his throat in a heartbeat. 

“I told you to put your hand on my dick, Bunny.” 

Bucky whines as his hands scramble and reach to do as they’re told. The solidness his fingers are met with beneath the fabric of Steve’s slacks, the warm bulk of the older man’s cock, morphs his whine into a low moan. 

Steve’s dick is so hard. It’s so big. How is Bucky not used to it by now? 

His eyelids flutter shut as he squeezes at it, taking a moment to himself and imagining what it would feel like inside of him, stretching him out. Reprimanding him. 

“Mmm, that’s right. Go so dumb for this dick you don’t even question why it’s hard.”

Steve’s right– Bucky didn’t even stop to wonder. But he doesn’t care. He just whines again and curls his fingers further around Steve’s bulge, licks at Steve’s fingers holding his chin tight out of the corner of his mouth.

Steve rumbles and fuck, it makes Bucky’s own dick ache something fierce. 

“My dick is hard, Bucky Barnes,” Steve snaps, shoving his thumb into Bucky’s mouth, placating him, “Because it likes seein’ you get angry. You getting unnecessarily angry and possessive over your Daddy makes my dick hard as fuck.” 

Oh. 

Oh yes. 

Steve hooks his thumb over Bucky’s bottom row of teeth, pries open his jaw to lean in and lap at his tongue. 

Bucky’s head begins to spin. 

“And goddamnit, you bein’ a brat makes me stupid hard. You feel that? You feel how hard Daddy is for you?” 

Bucky moans around Steve’s tongue, drool slipping down his chin, hand moving down in an attempt to curl his fingers around Steve’s balls. The hand on Bucky’s jaw slides confidently to his hair, curling around his scalp and holding him there as Steve’s mouth works against his. 

These wouldn’t even qualify as kisses; they’re far too uncoordinated. Bucky sucks at Steve’s tongue to satiate the need to suck on his cock, his Daddy moaning into his mouth loudly, messily. 

“Yeah, you feel that load? Can feel it through my fuckin’ pants, can’t you? How heavy my nuts are just for you.” 

“Daddy…” 

Steve growls, letting out a low noise of warning, before he squeezes painfully at Bucky’s chin one last time. 

“Take me out. Take me out of my fuckin’ pants.” 

Bucky has it done in record time. He snaps Steve’s belt open so quickly it kicks back to knock him in the knuckles. The pain barely registers. Button through its hole, zipper shoved down, pants pushed down Steve’s hips just enough to give Bucky the room he wants to pull Daddy out. 

His hand is cupping Steve’s heavy sac in five seconds flat. 

Bucky’s groan grates against the front of his throat as he pulls himself to sit up, as he turns and sucks at Steve’s neck in an attempt to muffle his noises. 

Steve reaches for Bucky’s hips, mitts for hands cupping the meat of them with ease, fingers digging in greedily. 

With his legs still spread obscenely around Steve’s own hips, it almost feels as if he’s being fucked, the reminder of the position too real, too arousing. 

When Bucky wraps his fingers around his Daddy’s cock, his eyelids fluttering closed at yet another reminder of the size of Steve’s manhood, it’s Steve’s turn to suck on Bucky’s neck. 

“It’s so big isn’t it, baby?”

Bucky mewls, his hands full of just how big Daddy is. 

“You like how big your Daddy’s cock is? Huh? Look at it. Touch it and look at me and tell me you love how big my dick is.” 

An easily obliged request. Bucky is quick to look down between their bodies, quick to moan at the sight of such a girthy cock in his hands. It feels primal to squeeze his fingers around Steve’s balls then, instinctual to want to feel the fullness of them by the sight of his dick alone. 

He wants his Daddy’s cum. 

He wants to milk it out of him and rub it into his skin. 

“I told you to do something,” Steve reminds him with a nip to the hinge of his jaw. 

Bucky feels his brain begin to leak out of his ears. 

“Steve…” 

Steve growls. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ call me that. Who am I to you?” 

“Daddy,” Bucky quickly corrects, melting forward into Steve’s chest as he pumps at Steve’s cock. “Daddy.” 

“That’s right. Fuck. Tell me how much you love my big dick.”

Bucky moans, high and long. 

“I love your big dick. I love how hard your big dick is.” 

Bucky can feel how wet his hand is, how much Steve is leaking all over him. He feels a pulse in his ass because of it, in his hole. His mouth waters profusely. 

No one else could have this effect on Bucky.

“It’s big and hard for you,” Steve rumbles in his ear, moaning and kicking his hips forward into Bucky’s grip. “It’s hard for my Bunny.” 

Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat, the noise of it coming out as a sob he lets out into the skin of Steve’s neck. When he goes to squeeze at Steve’s balls again, he’s moved before he can even curl his fingers. 

He’s on his feet facing the mirror before he can catch his balance or process what’s transpired. Steve towers over him from behind, body lined up with Bucky’s, hot like fire against his backside. An arm cups Bucky’s chest from underneath his armpit, fingers curling around the opposite shoulder, while the other slides around his waist. 

If he weren’t held in such a way, Bucky’s certain he’d fall to the floor. 

But Daddy’s got him. 

The fingers curled around his shoulder move to the front of his throat, his jaw. Steve’s hips kick against Bucky’s backside, humping him. 

Fucking him. 

“Look at me.” 

Bucky barely finds Steve’s eyes over his shoulder in the mirror in front of him, moaning as he uselessly presses his hands against the sink to help hold himself up. 

“It’s hard for my Bunny,” Steve repeats, pressing in tight against Bucky’s backside so he can feel the girth of Steve’s dick against the curve of his ass. “This dick only gets hard for my Bunny. The one who rides it, who bounces on it. Who takes it, who owns it. ” 

Oh. 

Steve shakes at Bucky’s jaw, rubs his cock along Bucky’s ass. 

“No one else fucking matters but you, Bucky.” 

“Oh god…”

He has to feel. He has to feel the heat and weight and skin of Steve’s cock on his body. 

Bucky’s fingers are on his own belt once he has the thought, slow like syrup, half useless. He moans long and low as he pulls his pants and his briefs as far down his legs as he can manage, Steve’s grip not letting up in the slightest. 

He barely gets them down and around the bottom of his ass, his dick pressing hard against the counter he’s pushed against. 

The hot feel of skin on skin has them both groaning, both guttural in nature. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah. This is my dick, this is Daddy’s dick, but you own it, Bucky– you fucking own it. No one else makes it hard. No one else makes it ache. It doesn’t want anyone else. Only you.” 

When Bucky wails again, unable to pull the emotion from his noise, Steve shoves two fingers deep into his mouth from behind. 

He digs his teeth into the shell of Bucky’s ear, continuing to hump at Bucky’s now bare ass. 

His eyes roll deep, deep into the back of his head. 

“You’ll learn,” Steve tells him. “You’ll learn that I don’t give a shit about anyone but you. That every day all I fucking think about is you. That it’s fucking laughable that others make attempts. That this big, fat, Daddy dick is yours and yours only.” 

It’s everything Bucky wants to hear and more, the kind of praise he would have been too afraid to ask for. 

He makes an attempt to call out to his Daddy once more, but the fingers in his mouth garble his noises up. He locks eyes with Steve in the mirror instead, the connection shocking Bucky and adding to the eroticism of being physically owned while being told he is the owner of his Daddy’s dick. 

Steve’s eyes are on his as he grits out, “You’re perfect in every way. No one stands a chance against the feelings I have for you, Bucky.” 

Bucky sobs around Daddy’s fingers, sucks them down.

“And if I need to keep pulling you into bathrooms, carrying you over my shoulder to corners, showing up at your office just so I can remind you that you’re the only one that matters to me, that I see no one but you, then I’ll keep fuckin’ doing just that.” 

Bucky doesn’t even bother willing his tears away; he lets them flow. The comfort and shock of reassurance so deep, so moving– so erotic– is something he begs himself to not pull away from. 

He instead begs his Daddy for the unknown, for him.

“Daddy…Daddy, please. I’m sorry, I’m…I’m so sorry,” he pleads the moment Steve pulls his fingers from his mouth.

“I know you are, baby. Can be such a fuckin’ brat when you’re scared, but I know you are.” 

“I wanna come. I wanna come.” 

Steve reaches down and swats and Bucky’s leaking dick. 

Bucky’s vision swims. 

“No fuckin’ way,” Steve bites out. “You know I love you bratty, and you know I love you needy, but I wouldn’t be your Daddy if I didn’t teach you a lesson.” 

It’s instinct for Bucky to thrash against those words, to fight against a reprimand, but there’s little energy he has left. He practically hisses, pushing against the urge to throw his head back into Steve’s, body beginning to tremble from the creeping overstimulation and need he feels all over. 

“Ah ah,” Steve snaps, his grip turning vice-like in order to hold Bucky down.

Feeling the all over press of Steve’s strength, the show of it on his body, doesn’t help Bucky’s current state of mind. 

“You don’t get what you want when you act like a fuckin’ brat, when you don’t use your words and throw a fit instead. We talk to each other in this relationship. You don’t get to act like that and get yours too.”

Bucky is sure it will make sense to him later, that he’ll be appreciative of the reprimand, but right now in this moment, he disagrees wholeheartedly. Even as Steve lets go of his body and forces Bucky to stand on his own, he’s letting out a defiant whine, damn near stomping his foot. 

Steve’s hands on his ass ease some of the ache of being upset. 

Some of it. 

The harsh yet satisfying smack of one of those mitts on his ass cheek, the resounding noise of skin being slapped bouncing around the walls of the small restroom, helps as well. 

Bucky bites his bottom lip as he tilts his ass back into Steve, letting out another contradictory and resistant whine.

“Yeah, yeah– you’ll get yours too. You’re just gonna have to sit with your shame for a while, Bun. Sit with your shame while you help make Daddy come.” 

Bucky pouts as he watches Steve look down between their bodies, the noise pointless and not at all a reflection of his shifting feelings. 

He feels Steve’s hand begin to jerk himself off before he registers what he’s seeing in the mirror. 

It hits Bucky like lightning– 

Steve is going to come all over his ass in the restroom of this bar. 

Mark him up. 

Bucky’s moan is ragged as he tilts his ass back, as he spreads his legs as best he can, willing and eager. 

“You gonna sit in this the rest of the night?” Steve asks, voice low and dark as it gets when he’s about to come, fist rapidly brushing up against Bucky’s ass cheek. “Is it gonna keep you satisfied, sitting with your cum-covered ass knowing I’m your Daddy and no one else’s?” 

Oh, it’s fucked up but it’s perfect. It’s everything Bucky needs, everything he wants. 

Everything he’s never felt truly open asking anyone else for. 

“Do it right over my hole,” he rasps, neck going weak as he speaks these words. “Put…put that cum right over my hole. It’s yours.” 

He’s startled by the sudden grip on the nape of his neck, but he submissively gives into it nonetheless. It pushes him forward, bending him over the countertop, which leads him to do the one thing that makes sense–

He brings his hands back and spreads himself open for his Daddy. 

“Fuck me, look at that,” Steve grinds out, pushing closer and fisting his cock up against Bucky’s pussy. “You dirty fuckin’ Bunny. You dirty, greedy fuckin–” 

The first spurt of cum on his ass, hot and sticky and thick, feels like a brand. The shock of it has Bucky’s chest rattling with his breaths, gasping as if it’s his own climax he’s experiencing. To be claimed like this feels like relief, feels like devotion, obsession even. 

It feels like love. 

One thing at a time. 

Every spurt of cum after the first makes him feel greedier and greedier. He himself moans when Steve does, Bucky’s balls aching as Steve’s cum drips down them. 

When he clenches his hole down around nothing, when he does it wishing he could squeeze Steve’s spent cock inside of him somehow, Daddy rumbles low enough he barely registers the noise. 

“There you go,” he tells Bucky through heavy breaths, the head of his cock pressing against Bucky’s rim, pushing. “Let this be a lesson for you, Bunny.” 

Bucky lets his head hang low, chin nearly tucked against his chest as he takes a moment to be grateful for and feel every trail of Daddy’s cum on his body. 

When Steve continues to press in, to use his cock to push some of his fresh cum into Bucky’s mournful pussy, Bucky lets out a long groan. 

“Don’t you ever think anyone comes before you,” Steve reminds him quietly, resoundingly. “Ever.” 

Bucky finally smiles, aching dick and all. 

“Yes, Daddy…”

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What to look forward to

Things have been slow, so my next steps will be entirely on how much traction this blog gets. The way I have been working is having links in the blog that direct you to each book, then when enough new blogs have asked to be written in said books, I take them and copy them into the form of a post. 

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Rules

Everyone has em

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Blog Characters if your blog has specific muses it concentrates on: (single muse, multi muse, yes we list OCS)

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[lynxxpaw]

can we get some narilamb pretty please? 🥺

Anytime.

[neymiiie]

I just want to see him again.

[palskippah]

Hi! Drew this based over a scene in Santa Clarita Diet bc Abby's relationship with her parents is so funny but also it's clear that she loves them aaa

Anyways, every once in a while Cyrus realizes that his other dad is actually cooler than he gives him credit for sjdfksj

Under the cut are some more thoughts!

-Btw I hope you get the 'of course' wink sjdkfjs

>My mom always does it whenever I ask a question that could only use a 'yes' as an answer, instead of nodding or talking and I think it's cool sjkdf (I don't use it bc I'm very uncoordinated, imagine I accidentally double wink or do the frog blink 😭)

-Cyrus is often so mean to him that whenever he's genuinely nice, sometimes Ambrosius' suspicious and wondering if he's being sarcastic or mocking him, even if Cyrus tries to tell him that it's nothing of that and he means it

>Like that scene in Santa Clarita Diet where Abby compliments her parents and they stare for a few seconds all seriously and then one says, don't listen to her honey, we did great (and it reminded me so much of that one scene in the comic with Ballister and Ambrosius sjdkfjs)

>This one:

>I really wanna redraw it like the scene in the show. Ballister going good job and Ambrosius just staring very calculating, and then going, don't listen to him, men, we DID get him >:(

-Also drew this because ever since Cyrus has been born Ambrosius couldn't help but feel that his son just knew that he wasn't a good person, the way he was always frowning at him (that's just his face, like Ballister's) and when he grows up, he seems to not like him much either pipipi

>Anyways one day (being a moody teenager) Cyrus says the typical I hate you, dad!!! D:< and locks himself in his room and Ambrosius' like, D':

>He's always mean too but that's just his teenager personality, sarcastic and stuff and Ballister doesn't take it personal because he knows his son is just like that (hopefully for the meanwhile, until he grows out of it), Ambrosius knows too but he's more sensitive and can't help taking it a bit personal 😔

-Also I got another idea for a small comic based over a kdrama I watched, where the daughter (the oldest of the two siblings) blamed herself over her dad leaving their family, and hated him for leaving too and many things, just very complicated.

>And aaa imagine Cyrus just never saying it but knowing that both of his dads' lives would've been different if he hadn't been born. Like maybe all of Ballister's plans to overthrow the Institute and stuff took longer, and some phases in his plan had to be put in hold because of him and stuff.

>Also for a while he feels like Ballister is bound to Ambrosius for life because of him (little did he know that those two would've been around each other their whole lives anyways, even if he never existed sjdkfs) then he realizes that they actually like and love each other, and then they try having something, or smth, and then he's like oh :) because seeing both of your parents loving each other and getting along is a very nice feeling (I've been told, idk from first-hand experience🧍 cries)

>Actually, I drew this unfinished thing about that, based over another scene in the kdrama I mentioned, where the daughter says, after being told that if her parents hadn't met, she wouldn't have been born, that it'd would've been for the better.

>I know the writing is terrible but Cyrus' complaining about Ambrosius and ending his rant with 'I wish they just hadn't met at all', and Nimona saying that she used to feel the same, but then realized that Cyrus wouldn't have been born, and Cyrus was supposed to say next, 'maybe that would've been better' and then Nimona doesn't answer and just stares at him wwhwh

-AND of course it's not Cyrus' fault that Ballister decided to have him, but he still has the feeling of having messed up his dad's life, and let's say that Ballister realizes for whatever reasons his feelings, connecting dots and stuff.

>So, imagine a conversation where he's saying very reassuringly, Meeting your father and later having you is one of the best things that had happened to me, or something like that. And Cyrus is resolutely not looking at him, but his eyes are getting teary, even if he feigns not acknowledging Ballister's words because how embarrassing, and how vulnerable he feels, but also he feels so relieved and loved too.

>And he doesn't know what to do with the feelings, also being a teenager with no feelings is his thing, y'know, so he's like, Just so you know, I'm not crying over what you said, I don't care about that, something just got in my eye- and Ballister just smiles because his son is terrible at communicating his feelings, but it's okay and he gets it, and just says, of course, let me get it out for you, and then he wipes Cyrus' tears and Cyrus gets a tad bit more teary but it's fine because his dad doesn't mind wiping some more tears wiwiiw

>(projecting so much into him bc when I watched that one scene in the show I cried bc I've felt the way the protagonist did (now I know better tho, I'm the coolest thing to happen to my mom yippiee) and it's a very ugly feeling, so of course I'm giving it to a character whwehw)

Anyways, that's it! I love them so much, I hope to make some more comics about the thingies I said above sjkdfd

[dootznbootz]

Do y'all ever think about how it's possible that Zeus' first verse in Thunder Bringer is about Penelope and his second is about Odysseus?

She's a "Damsel in Distress" (She's cool af, she just needs some help and misses her idiot), the suitors are prideful and hope to do what Zeus is singing about to her. Pressuring her to choose. Her "true nature" is revealed when her trickery with the shroud is found out .

The 2nd Verse about how Zeus is also the God of Justice and punishing them for the crew's crime of slaying the cattle. Odysseus saves himself to see Penelope again, meaning his crew/people will die. They died for touching Helios' cattle. Odysseus also saves himself AND Helps Penelope by killing all the suitors for their crime of flirting with/bothering Penelope and making her cry, while also bullying and eventually planning to kill his son. Many of Ithaca's men are killed for their pride too. Thinking that they're worthy of Penelope when Nobody is. Flirt with the Wife, you get the knife.

Penelope and Odysseus DO take each others' suffering away when they reunite as well. 🥹

[quibbs126]

I’m thinking about it, and I think Optimus banishing Megatron from Iacon with the High Guard was probably one of the worst decisions he could have made to deal with this situation

Because Optimus pretty much left him alone, outside of his home and I’m fairly certain the only remaining city on Cybertron, so to live out in the wilds of the surface, with a bunch of complete strangers whom they literally call nut-jobs and have a strong belief of “strength of one bot over another”, and are also much older and more experienced than him

And in leaving him with the High Guard, he’s likely isolated Megatron even more than if he was banished alone. Because while Optimus and the others have friends they can be vulnerable with and be comfortable talk about their feelings, Megatron does not know these people, and they don’t know him. But he’s now their leader in a group that values strength above all else, and emotions are usually considered a weakness in these sorts of settings. So not only does he have no one to talk to, he has to bottle up his very strong and raw emotions to appear stronger and worthy of his position, thus making them far worse and probably leading to unhealthy coping mechanisms

This could end up not being the case, and the High Guard are very considerate of his emotions. But it’s also very possible the case that they aren’t, or Megatron believes he can’t be vulnerable around them. They (the quartet I mean) don’t know these people, and they’ve really only seen them be violent and aggressive, and Megatron knows he’s an outsider to them. It’s a more likely scenario that they’ll be harmful to Megatron’s mental state rather than helpful

And again, they’re a lot older than him too, and they probably all know this, at least on some level. And thus, he’s far more likely to be influenced by the High Guard’s mentality and beliefs, which we already know aren’t great (even if it’s somewhat justified why they’re the way they are by this point). And assuming they’re pissed at Optimus as well, they could very well try to have Megatron distance himself from his old friends, and it be more successful than if he was alone

But moving away from the High Guard, there’s the fact that Optimus banished him from his home and left him to fend for himself, which Megatron would absolutely take personally just on its own. He was clearly not in a mentally stable place at that point and I think he thinks what he’s doing is right, he’s the one not being like Sentinel while Optimus is. It definitely isn’t right, but he thinks he is. And the banishment to him could not only be Optimus/Orion standing against him, but essentially him saying he’s given up on Megatron, making him leave his home. And I mean, Sentinel did kind of do this to the High Guard 50 cycles ago, so yet another parallel to be made between Optimus and Sentinel

But note that when I say all this, I don’t mean it as a criticism of the movie, that this is a flaw of the plot. I’m fairly certain this was 100% intentional by the writers. It wasn’t just Megatron that created Megatron and led to the war, it was Optimus too, even if he didn’t intend to

Optimus probably thought at the time that this was the best solution in dealing with him. He doesn’t agree with Megatron’s actions but he understands where it all comes from, and he was someone very important to him. So he probably doesn’t want to arrest him, punishing him for what he thought was right and making himself more like Sentinel, oppressing those who were supposed to be on his side. But he still has to be punished for his actions. So by banishment, he is punished while still being allowed to essentially be free, just not in Iacon, and maybe in turn he’ll see his wrongdoings and come back better. And even if the High Guard aren’t ideal, they did help Optimus and Elita rescue their friends, and maybe he thought at least with them he wouldn’t be alone in his thoughts. Also they agreed with Megatron’s ideals and probably shouldn’t be allowed to just roam free in Iacon, especially in this politically fragile state it is right now

But in doing so, Optimus essentially threw Megatron to the wolves and created the perfect environment for his anger and pain to fester and cause him to become more like the Megatron we know in the future

I’m not sure what the actual best solution would have been to this issue though. Maybe it would have been just jailing Megatron? Granted in the short term, it’d probably sting even worse for Megatron, that his own friend would lock him up, and it’d probably make him even more resentful. But at least there, he’d still be in Iacon, with his friends and people who want to help him, and with Optimus and Elita at the helm, they can probably see that he gets treated well and has access to people that can really help him work through it all and see what he did was wrong

But that’s not what happened

[backpackingspace]

Love that it's Canon that odysseus built secret passage ways into his house and then never fucking told anybody about them (except penelope of course)

[arsenicflame]

i Do Not Trust people who make Mary the bad guy in their stories when the show went out of its way to specifically show us how she was suffering just as much as stede was in their marriage and that shes, yknow, a good person

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I've said this when Oscar replaced Daniel, when Franco replaced Logan, and when Liam replaced Daniel, and I'll say it again now that it's been officially announced that Liam has the red bull seat:

Drivers are not responsible for the shitty decisions of team principals and the actual decision makers behind the scenes. Don't like the decision? That is absolutely fine, but get mad at the people who actually made the decision. Leave the driver, who took a job, alone.

You'd swear Liam was a freaking cartoon villain right now. I'm pretty sure this who y'all are describing instead of him:

[nebulations]

Fish, 7 (For your prompts! ❤️)

Hi, anon!! Thank you for the prompt, you were the very first one to send one in! 7 was, again, the wildcard, so I randomly generated a different number to land on Yue Qingyuan (from Scum Villain)! I have no choice but to dedicate this to @bytedykes, because I told her about this prompt and she said “yqy pet fish mental health speedrun” and we went, uh, a little insane about it. Enjoy some yuefang, folks!!!!

“Mu-xiong,” Yue Qingyuan says. “I’m sorry to bother you. Are you available?”

“Yue-xiong is never a bother,” Mu Qingfang says warmly. “And I am, actually, yes. Is everything okay, Yue-xiong?”

“I think I need help.” A bit dramatic, perhaps, and Yue Qingyuan hates to trouble Mu Qingfang on a rare day off, but Yue Qingyuan and impulse have never been the best combination, and he would appreciate a second opinion.

Mu Qingfang’s voice turns hard. “Where are you? I'll come right away.”

“What—?” Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone like the blank call screen will tell him why Mu Qingfang suddenly sounds so serious. “I'm at home, but—”

“I'll be right there,” Mu Qingfang says, and hangs up.

Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone for another second, then lifts his gaze to his sparkling new aquarium. His new betta, white and black and resplendent of fin, stares back. Was his crisis of faith about his viability as a fish owner really so deserving of such urgency…?

—

“So,” Mu Qingfang says. “This was your emergency?” He looks about as unimpressed by the betta as it does by the two of them.

Yue Qingyuan feels obscurely like he’s being scolded. Mu Qingfang is one of the nicest men he knows, but that just means that his censure takes the form of a blunt instrument of mass disappointment.

“In my defense,” he points out meekly, “I didn’t say there was an emergency. Mu-xiong just assumed.”

“That’ll teach me,” Mu Qingfang huffs, but at least he looks amused. “Yue-xiong should get used to asking for help more so this gege doesn’t have to panic every time he does ask.”

Yue Qingyuan’s mouth almost drops open. He can only hope his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Er—well, I asked this time, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Mu Qingfang allows, looking something horribly close to fond. Yue Qingyuan swallows and tries to hurry on.

“So—not an emergency, but I do want your opinion,” he coughs out. “I’m having… doubts. About the fish.” Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows contract. Yue Qingyuan rushes it out. “Do you think I should keep it?”

“Yue-xiong…” Mu Qingfang looks politely incredulous. “Why does my opinion matter? The fish is already yours, isn’t it? If you don’t think maintaining its upkeep will be feasible, that’s one thing, but… Surely Yue-xiong did the research before getting it?”

He doesn’t sound judgemental, but Yue Qingyuan feels his cheeks warm. “I did, but I wasn’t planning on getting a fish; I was only admiring the tanks. There was a salesperson who was… very insistent.”

Mu Qingfang regards him doubtfully, which is fair. Yue Qingyuan towers over most people he meets, and his bulk only further adds to the impression of immovability. It’s only when he opens his mouth that it becomes clear how spineless he actually is.

Yue Qingyuan falters. “I had thought… I thought it might be nice.” The bettas had seemed so majestic in their tanks, iridescent monarchs of false grass and plastic coves, and Yue Qingyuan had thought, wildly, that one might be rewarding to keep, might breathe a touch of life into his immaculately sleek living room. The whole affair hadn’t even been expensive by his shiny new standards, forget difficult to physically arrange. It was only when installation and set-up for his new aquarium had finished and he was left to watch that jewel-bright being swim disaffectedly through its new home that doubt had seized him, all-consuming and black. He had, admittedly, panicked a little after that.

(Yue Qingyuan’s apartment is very large, and very clean, and very empty. It holds the barest amount of decoration and muss to qualify as lived-in rather than a snapshot from a magazine ad. The fish may, in fact, be the only thing in the entire place which really qualifies as his. No wonder Yue Qingyuan wanted to jettison it from his life as soon as he got it.)

Mu Qingfang’s expression hovers between concern and simple confusion. “I’m sure Yue-xiong will be a more than adequate caretaker,” he says, more gently than Yue Qingyuan and all his neuroses probably deserve. “What’s this really about, Yue-xiong?”

Ah. There it is. Being the mildest person of Yue Qingyuan’s admittedly sharp-tongued social circle doesn’t preclude Mu Qingfang’s wit from being as keen as the scalpels he works with.

“I don’t…” Yue Qingyuan falters. How to express to Mu Qingfang how manifestly unfit Yue Qingyuan is to care for any living creature at all? He changes tack. “I think he hates me,” he admits dolefully.

Mu Qingfang stares at him for a long time, long enough to imply that he’s reevaluating certain opinions about Yue Qingyuan’s intelligence. “Yue-xiong, with all due respect to your new pet—it’s a fish.”

“Fish have emotions!” Yue Qingyuan argues. He flushes at the volume at which it comes out, and at the way Mu Qingfang’s eyes go wide-eyed in startlement. But the salesperson had been very insistent about that, as well. “Bettas are intelligent animals. They dislike certain colors, apparently, and they’re very sensitive—ah, to environmental disruptions, that is. And—”

Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows are still high, but his face has relaxed into a smile. “It sounds to me like you like it quite a bit already. Isn’t that reason enough to keep it?” His tone curls with sudden mischief. “Have heart, Yue-xiong—you’ve hardly known each other for a day! Give it time to adjust to you, and I’m sure you’ll win it over as surely as you do everyone else.” And he grins, sure and easy in his trust that Yue Qingyuan won’t fumble and shatter something so small and monumental as a life that he could cup in his palms.

While Yue Qingyuan is still dazed by that, Mu Qingfang’s eyes alight with interest. “Ah, Yue-xiong—what have you named it?”

“...”

Mu Qingfang’s face falls as devastatingly as it had lit up. “Yue-xiong…”

“Mu-xiong is aware that I was unsure of whether or not I’d keep him!” Yue Qingyuan is terribly aware that his ears are now heating up to match his cheeks. Mu Qingfang’s ensuing laughter does not help with that matter.

Yue Qingyuan is not very good at holding onto things. More often than not, he makes a mess of whatever he’s set his clumsy hands to, lets it fall right through his scarred fingers. But Mu Qingfang’s words ring through his head: Isn’t that reason enough to keep it? And, well, isn’t it? Surely Yue Qingyuan is adult enough to follow through on this. Maybe happiness can be look like his new betta swimming up to the tank to observe the new colorful form moving in front of it, can come as easy as Mu Qingfang quipping that his knowledge about fish is clearly lacking and vowing casually to read up on bettas to be a better fish uncle.

Yue Qingyuan buries a smile and walks over to let Mu Qingfang know that bettas can be trained to follow fingers around. The betta’s clear preference for Mu Qingfang over Yue Qingyuan is as good a marker of intelligence as any fun fact the pet shop worker could have given him. Yes, Yue Qingyuan thinks with a smile—he thinks he’ll be keeping this after all.

[lunarharp]

Very important conferences.

[magnusbae]

Never in my life did I watch something quite as ridiculous, pointless, without any coherent sense of direction or self as The Acolyte. Start to finish it created its own 'threats' and 'issues' to artificially stimulate a plot that never had a single point to be made. What on earth were they thinking? Nothing in this series follows its own internal logic. The character motivations are all over the place and often simply contradict themselves within the same episode. The intrigue and the foreshadowing all come to a null when the reveals literally are not in par with what was implied and just generally--- what on earth? You cannot say I did not come open minded. Watched all the episodes, given it grace and opportunity time and time again to prove itself but--- no, no it's actually just the worst tv show I've ever seen, and that's a serious claim as I watched quite a few bad ones I enjoyed more than I did this one. Don't even get me started on how fundamentally lacking they are in understanding what the Jedi are and who they are as an entity, there was no idea of the self or the values or even codes of the Jedi in this show. Something that could have been such a wonderful and intriguing show, with visuals we all were craving (Jedi Temple) it ended up being below mid-show, shot almost in its whole entirety on a planet that looks 100% like earth with zero intriguing visuals or anything to justify the monstrous budget they had to burn through. Wow, kudos on creating something so empty of meaning I am not even angry after watching it, only baffled that someone actually wrote it and someone actually thought it was good enough to film. Damn.

[deadqueernoldor]

Thinking thoughts about those from Cuivienen and how they later treated the Valar, especially after Cuivienen was destroyed.

I imagine a foundation of sorrow and a layer of betrayal and pettiness. They had promised safety. And how did it turn out? Kin of Tata and Tatie their first leaders, slain in Valinor by the Dark Hunter from which the Valar promised protection in Valinor.

And then, the War of Wrath comes and with it the destruction of Cuivienen.

If any of those were re-embodied in Aman, I wonder if they make it a point to always turn their back to Valar and Maiar. I wonder if they only speak in the tongue they had first devised all those millennia ago and spoke in Cuivienen before time and different kindreds changed the tongue, not Sindarin or Quenya from the Great Journey's time or later. I wonder if they sing songs in their ancient tongue, songs about the beauty and unsullied health of Cuivienen every time any of the Ainur are near.

I wonder if the Valar feel any shame when those who they once looked upon in wonder and love gaze back at them with indifference or disgust.

[daddy-socrates]

sometimes i forget that i started this blog to be about philosophy. anyway i've already told all my group chats so here's one for the blog: just got off a video call w the admissions director at my tied-for-first-choice university and i cannot tell if he thinks i have a shot or if im too much of a loser for their very cool program.

he did give me the very good advice to email faculty i want to work with to introduce myself and get to know them and their work, so maybe that's indicative of . good rapport idk

off to write emails and hope professors deign to respond. please i want to keep doing epistemology. what does it matter

[adelinamoteru]

at some point some of yall will have to admit to yourselves that the jason todd you like and have built up in fanon is not the jason todd that he actually is

inconsistent canon writing included, I have no idea where these povs on him are coming from if ur not actually meaning to do a disservice to his character