buckysbbyy

[buckysbbyy]

To my late night scrollers, the ones that are just like me, looking for comfort and love, acceptance and a way to escape.

We all have the thing that helps us, for many of us on this site it's fanfiction. Whether it be hurt/comfort, noncon, a/b/o, friends to lovers or even the one bed trope, everyone has the fics that help us through, with the characters we dream about that make us feel loved, appreciated, wanted.

They're here, waiting for you, ready to see what adventures they're in for tonight. Ready to be your comfort, your friend, your shoulder to cry on. What will you two do tonight? They're so excited, maybe they're waiting with bated breath, ready to meet you all over again, to fall for you again, ready to relive that favorite story, you're happiest moments.

They're there, arms open, smile wide, ready for you. You're their favorite character, their favorite part of the day.

I hope you're scrolling tonight goes well, that you get what you need. I hope that tomorrow is better then today and that at some point, you wake up and don't need the comfort as much, that it's not a need anymore.

From the girl on Tumblr who wishes she could give every single one of you the love and comfort you deserve. Remember, your comfort character believes in you, and so do I.

[buckysbbyy]

Also I have two requests if that’s okay!!!!

Going to make a build a bear for readers bday (it’s really fun and they have special birthday hearts)

And waking up to a rainy day and maybe going out and playing in the rain and spending the rest of the day cuddling and eating takeaway

-🧸💗

Rainy Day

Word Count: 1k

Characters: Cg!Stucky, Little!Reader, Little!Peter, and a special appearance from Alpine!

A/N: 🧸💗 Nonnie my beloved!! I love this request so much, and I decided to challenge myself to write it with no dialogue, just feeling. I'm going to do the Build-a-Bear plot in another fic coming hooopefully this week if thats alright!! Eeek!! I'm just so proud of this one, its sooooo fluffy like... well you'll see!! Enjoy!! 💕

You absolutely loved rainy days. Some people, upon waking up to a rainy day, would just pull the blanket back over their head and call it off, but not you. You’d practically dragged Steve out of bed, too excited to try and sleep longer after the rain had woken you. You were now having your breakfast in your bean bag chair next to the window instead of at the table, watching raindrops chase each other down the glass. Steve put on a record before joining your cat Alpine on the couch with a mug of hot coffee in hand.

Normally in the mornings, you could rely on the sun coming in through the large windows to illuminate the room, but the sky was so dark and dreary today that sunlight was replaced with the warm glow of one of the lamps. Soft music drifted from the speakers, mingling with the sounds of the rain and the purring cat. After a while, Bucky entered the room with a still half sleeping Peter in his arms. 

Bucky took Peter to the kitchen and microwaved a bottle for him. When that was ready, he dropped Peter off at the bean bag chair adjacent to you before joining Steve and Alpine on the couch. You gave Peter a small wave, which was returned with a smile as the two of you continued staring at the window. The wind shook the trees, the slick leaves glittering against the dark backdrop of the sky. Bucky leaned over to kiss Steve on the cheek, the sound causing Alpine to raise her head, before ultimately deciding that it wasn’t worth losing sleep over and curling back up into a ball of white fluff. 

After some time, the record reached its end, and Steve got up to shut the player off. The change in energy made you get up and stretch your limbs, earning a loving smile from Bucky as he admired you. Although the sky was still cloudy and the wind still strong, the raindrops had let up quite a bit since you’d woken up. You asked if you and Peter could go play outside and to your surprise, both your daddies agreed. Steve took Peter and Bucky took you to your respective rooms to change out of your pajamas and into some more weather appropriate clothes. Then, the four of you headed out the apartment door and towards the elevator, all making sure to wave goodbye to the cat as you left.

When the elevator opened to the ground floor, you and Peter both took off running to the giant yard outside. Your rubber boots hit puddle after puddle, splashing up droplets of water that speckled your raincoat. Steve jogged after the two of you with Bucky following not far after, making sure nobody fell and got a scraped knee. A frog jumped out of the muddy grass and onto the pathway, stopping you and Peter in your tracks. You both knelt down to get a closer look, the frog staying still as you admired it before it hopped along its way. Peter chased after it, crouching down on his hands and jumping up just like the creature did. You laughed as you watched him hop around, getting his hands all muddy. You noticed a snail, its iridescent shell glinting as it slowly scaled the side of a tree.

The wind began to pick up a bit, and with it, more rain began falling in sheets all around you. Steve and Bucky beckoned you and Peter back towards them, not wanting to carry either of your muddy little selves. You ran over to meet them, and together you all walked back to the compound, abandoning your footwear at the doormat. When you got back to your apartment, you and Peter took turns washing up, the warm bath a stark but welcome contrast to the cold water pouring outside. When you were both squeaky clean and dried off, changed back into pajamas despite it only being early afternoon, you and Peter both dragged as many pillows and blankets as you could to the living room, setting up a cozy fort to watch movies in with your daddies. This was your favorite thing to do on rainy days.

Steve and Bucky both agreed that neither of them felt much like cooking, but thankfully the perks of living in a compound owned and operated by a billionaire meant 24-hour kitchens on call for whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it. The food was delivered to your door shortly after Steve hung up the phone, and Bucky put everything on plates, gathering napkins and silverware before joining the three of you on the couch. It was your turn to pick the movie today, and after some contemplation, you decided on Ponyo. Alpine eventually stopped sniffing around everybody’s plates, resigned to the fact that she wasn’t getting any human food, and curled up on the floor in front of the tv.

Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder broke through the atmosphere, and the room was plunged into darkness, the only sounds now the thrashing of rain and yours and Peter’s nervous breaths. The cat shot up from the carpet and out of the room. You reached for Peter’s hand and he gave a reassuring grip, despite being frightened a bit himself. Your daddy wrapped a pair of strong warm arms around you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. He softly reminded you that thunder was just Thor having a bit of fun, and Thor was your friend, he would never hurt you. You nodded, taking these words to heart, and though the thunder continued to shake the walls, you were calm. The arms around you rocked you back and forth, as your other daddy got up to light some candles around the room. 

The comfort of your position, the food in your tummy, the warm light and soft scent of the candles, and the raindrops drumming against the glass window made your limbs feel heavy. The fact that you hadn’t seen the sun all day long had you unsure if you were taking a nap or going to bed for the night, but you didn’t really care as a soft pair of lips kissed you on the cheek and let you know you were safe, and cozy, and everything was alright.

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[buckysbbyy]

Daddy's Protector

Pairing: CG!Bucky x Little!Reader (gender neutral!)

Word Count: 720

A/N: This was inspired by my love for vintage toys/stuffies!! This is kind of short, but I'm already kind of thinking about a part 2 🤔 Hope you guys enjoy 💕😁

You sat on the edge of your bed, sulking as Bucky packed your overnight bag. What was planned to be a fun sleepover at Peter’s house had turned into an epic standoff between you and your daddy. To say you were clingy would be an understatement, not that Bucky typically minded that, but he knew it would be good for you to branch out. You’d been excited at first, begging Bucky to let you spend the night at your best friend’s house and excitedly thinking up all the trouble the two of you would get into, but as the fateful day drew nearer, you started to second guess yourself. You’d never spent a night away from Bucky, and in the excitement of the sleepover plans, you had completely forgotten that this was an obstacle you’d have to face. Bucky held up a different patterned onesie in each hand.

“Which one, pumpkin?” He asked, but you just glared. “Come on, baby, you gotta help me out here.”

“Not goin’.” You mumbled, barely loud enough for anyone other than a supersoldier to hear. 

“I’ll pack both.” Bucky replied, ignoring your statement. He was the only person who could match your stubbornness. He stuffed both onesies into your backpack, followed by a pair of overalls. 

You stayed silent, arms crossed over your chest, and your face in a scowl that started as an intimidation tactic but was now the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears. Watching Bucky pack your things just reminded you that you’d be leaving his side in just a few minutes. You didn’t even like to leave his side when he got up to get a snack or use the bathroom, let alone for a whole entire 24 hours. Now suddenly you had to learn how to have dinner, watch cartoons, get ready for bed, wake up, have breakfast, and play pretend without your daddy. Most terrifyingly, however, you’d have to make it all the way through the night. You had your own room with your own big bed, and Bucky had his, but no matter which room it was in, you were incapable of falling asleep anywhere other than in his arms. 

Bucky turned around from your dresser to face you.

“Now, what pajamas do you want?” He asked.

You said nothing.

“Come one, button, I think I know which ones.” He tried again, setting your bag down and approaching your side. “You wanna come to daddy’s room and pick out a shirt to wear for bed?”

You still didn’t reply, but you let yourself be picked up by Bucky. He carried you into his bedroom and tried to set you down on his bed, but you held tight onto his tshirt. Bucky shifted you onto his hip so he could use his free hand to poke around his own dresser drawers. Suddenly he stopped as an idea suddenly hit him.

“Hey pumpkin, I know it's scary to leave, isn’t it.”

You nodded against Bucky’s shoulder, feeling tears prick the edges of your eyes.

“Well, I think such a brave little one deserves a special present, don’t you?”

You picked your head up, meeting Bucky’s eyes with your teary ones for the first time that afternoon.

“You know how daddy always protects you, right?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Well this-” Bucky returned to the drawer and pulled something out “-is who protects daddy.”

He handed it to you, a little white stuffed lamb. You’d never seen a stuffy like this before, it was stiff and faded, with little glass eyes. You turned it over in your hands, and it was obvious that the little guy had been loved for many years prior.

“This is my Lamby.” Bucky said quietly, admiring the way you handled the stuffy with such care. “I’ve had him ever since I was born, and he always kept me safe when I had sleepovers with Steve. Now he can keep you safe at Peter’s house, until tomorrow when I come get you. And after that, we get to spend the whole day together, just you and me.”“And Lamby.” You whispered.

“You and me and Lamby, that's right.” Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. You giggled, feeling his scruffy chin against your face. “Now which shirt do you wanna wear to bed tonight, angel?”

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[buckysbbyy]

A Little Wild About It

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2K]

inspo from an ask answered by @plainemmanem and thank you @lunatictardis for tagging me!

It was stupid really. Steve knew that. You knew that. But Eddie had challenged him when they were both drunk and at Robin’s Halloween party. Of course, your boyfriend accepted, ‘cause one was as stupid as the other - Steve just happened to be more stubborn.

“Eddie’s single,” you’d reminded him. “You can literally have sex with me any time you want.”

“Please don’t say ‘sex’ right now,” the boy had pleaded as Eddie and Nancy snorted in the background, dollar bills exchanging palms as they watched Steve try not to stare at your tits.

“Steve, it’s been fifteen hours.”

To be fair, he’d lasted longer than you expected. Not without complaint, but it had been eight days and Steve was avoiding touching you, skirting past you and keeping his hands tucked into his pockets like you were a dangerous weapon.

Steve thought you were.

He’d groaned and whined when you bent over in front of him, when you pulled your hair back out of your face, a Pavlovian response that had him squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t handle it when you pressed yourself against him, even for something as innocent as a hug and you’d begun to get annoyed, missing your boyfriend's touch.

“This is getting ridiculous,” you’d huffed, ignoring your friend's laughter when Steve had to ease you off his lap during a movie, brown eyes wide and his pretty features panic stricken. “Steve!”

“Baby,” he’d groaned all apologetic, taking your hand instead, pressing a kiss to your palm even whilst you frowned at him. “You can’t get mad at me, please, you know it turns me on.”

Eddie had lost it.

Which is why you’d taken matters into your own hands and begged Nancy to go shopping with you, both of you browsing through the lingerie section at the department store, cringing at the price tags and pretending that the pretty sales lady wasn’t staring at you both suspiciously.

“Remind me why you’re still getting regular sex?” You huffed, holding up something red and lacy. It was so tiny, you weren’t sure which way it went, or where it was supposed to cover.

Nancy snorted, presenting a baby blue body suit to you, too flowery for your taste and you wrinkled your nose. “Because Jonathan isn’t an idiot,” she replied, smirking even though she was blushing. She caught your eye, your raised brows and doubtful expression. “Fine, because Jonathan isn’t as big of an idiot as Eddie and Steve,” she corrected.

So you spent too much money on a set that came with more pieces of lace than you were used to, all black with sheer stockings and a suspender belt. You’d laughed when Nancy pushed some stilettos into your hand, telling you the extra cash spent would be worth it, how it would make Steve lose his shit. And really, that’s what this trip was about.

You knew he was finishing work at five, knew he promised to take Dustin and Lucas to the arcade when he was done so it gave you time to monopolise his bathroom, preening in the mirror as you brushed out your hair and slicked on some gloss.

You were posed and ready for Steve, smiling to yourself as you heard the front door open and close. He knew you were already in his room, your shoes by the front door, some music playing faintly from the stereo on his dresser.

He just didn’t expect to see you perched on the edge of his bed, stocking clad legs crossed at the thighs, hands pressed to the sheets behind you so you could push your chest out a little, all black lace wrapped around soft skin. The heels were a nice touch, you’d thought, kinda intimidating looking, sharp toed and doing everything to make your legs look a mile long.

Steve stopped at the door, eyes wide, jaw slack and a groan came from somewhere deep inside of him, a filthy, filthy noise as he immediately backed away, stumbling into the hall.

“Nononono, baby,” he whined. He sounded wrecked, eyes still on you despite being ten feet away. “Baby, fuck.”

You grinned, not even trying to hide your amusement, your smugness. You made a soft noise of sympathy, all faux sincerity as you uncrossed your legs and stood up, suspender belt cinched around your waist, stockings high on your thighs and heels clicking against the floor.

Steve looked like he was about to drop to his knees. He leant against the wall instead, one hand coming up to his mouth to cover his low moans, throaty and rough, biting down on his fist as he stared at you.

You made a show of it, turning to the side as you peered down at yourself, tits sitting high on your chest with the help of the expensive bra, all sheer material and scalloped edges. You ran your hands down the soft of your tummy, pressed them over the curve of your ass, barely covered by the scrap of lace that acted as underwear.

“D’you like it?” You asked, doe eyed and smiling. “I bought it for you.”

Steve was red in the cheeks, eyes glassy, all flushed and wild looking. You almost felt bad.

Almost.

“Illegal,” Steve ground out, voice strained. He gestured to where your thigh highs were held up by the little straps, ass bouncing a little as you twisted for him, showing off. “That should be illegal.”

“Baby,” you pouted, acting up, acting cute, the way you knew he couldn’t resist. “You don’t think it looks good?”

Steve barked out a laugh, a strangled noise as he edged forward, looking at you like you were his last meal. He looked absolutely wrecked, like the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, taking in every inch of you, gaze pausing on your thighs, your tits, the slope of your neck, the cherry coloured shine of your lips. “Yeah, babe, it looks good on you, fucking Christ.”

You grinned, pleased and beckoned him back into his room with a crook of your finger.

“This isn’t fair,” he murmured, low and throaty. “You look fucking insane, oh my god, are you trying to kill me?”

He was babbling, losing it as he walked towards you, hands in his hair as he tried not rip out the strands, doing everything he could to keep himself grounded. It was cute, how he thought he could still win his stupid bet.

Steve kept a little away still, a foot or two between you, close enough that he could smell your perfume, his favourite, the body wash that belonged to him that clung to your skin. He was salivating.

“You’re evil, you’re actually evil,” the boy groaned as you twisted and twirled for him, ass popped out. “I fucking love you.”

“Wanna show me how much?” You smirked, reaching a hand out to trail your fingertips along the skin that peeked out his collar. He was hot, chest heaving, panting for you. “I’ve missed you Stevie,” you cooed, moving in closer. “Missed having your hands on me.”

Steve stuttered over a breath as you took his wrists in your grip, coaxing them to the sides of your waist, you encouraged him to hold you, pressing yourself against him and feeling how painfully fucking hard he was underneath his jeans. It didn’t take much for his palms to drop down to your hips, fingering at the soft nylon of your thigh highs.

You watched him, eyes dark, tongue peeking out between your teeth as you tried to hold back your amusement, ‘cause Steve’s eyes were fluttering closed and he threw his head back, groaning in defeat.

“You look,” he panted out, his breath a hiss. “So. Fucking. Good.”

“Thank you,” you answered politely, nudging your nose against his chin, drawing a line with it up the slope of his jaw. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, sweet and innocent, sticky cherry left behind. “My pretty boy. Want you so bad, d’you know that? Got all dressed up just for you, Steve.”

He leaned into you, hands squeezing at your hips, hard enough to bruise, all semblance of control completely gone. You looked up at him through your lashes, blinking innocently as you watched his eyes droop all pretty.

He was a man gone.

“Fuck, fuck, you did? Shit, sweetheart, this is— you’re just— ohmygod.”

You managed to coax him towards his bed, the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the mattress and he sat without argument, hands grabbing at your waist the minute you settled yourself onto him.

He was rock hard, gasping, pupils blown wide. A pretty, pretty state.

“Oh, my poor boy,” you cooed out, hands smoothing over his forehead, pushing his hair from his eyes. You kissed the high of his cheekbone, peppered tiny kisses over each freckle there. “You gotta calm down, you’re gonna burst a blood vessel, Stevie.”

“Calm down?” He choked out in a laugh, snapping your suspenders against your thighs. His eyes rolled back when you gasped, a pretty, little sound that made his dick twitch under your cunt. “Sweetheart, have you fuckin’ seen yourself? I think I’ve already died.”

“Can I kiss you?” You said instead of real response, ignoring the way he whined, shaking his head as if he actually meant it, as if he had any intention of rejecting you. “Please?”

You stayed still, one hand carding through his hair, the other curled around his neck, annoying the way his pulse jumped and throbbed under your palm.

Steve moved into you, noses bumping, his breath a fast and heavy huff over your lips as you patiently waited.

“M’gonna come in my fuckin’ pants,” Steve choked out, his touch roaming freely over your body now, palming roughly at your tits, finger and thumb expertly finding your already stuff nipple under the lace. “You’re gonna make a goddamn mess of me, baby, s’that what you want?”

You whined, arching into him, ‘cause although you’d started the game, you’d truly missed your boyfriend’s affection. His large, wide palms, greedy kisses, the way he liked to manhandle you in bed.

You nodded, sighing heavy, eyes closing, “yeah, Stevie, fuck.”

He kissed you and it was all over, tongue licking into you the minute you opened your mouth for him, his hand on your jaw, thumb tugging desperately at your bottom lip, urging you to kiss him back as needily as he was kissing you. The sounds he made were sinful, moans and groans and whines that had you rocking your hips, grabbing at him.

Steve was wrong though, he didn’t come in his pants just from kissing you. No. But he did when you pushed him down onto the mattress, hands pressed to his chest as you started a dirty grind over him, the prettiest smile on your face as he chanted your name, groaning and swearing, head thrown back and his nails leaving marks on your thighs.

It didn’t matter though, ‘cause he made it up to you four times that night, right into the early hours of the morning, when he’d snagged the lace of your bra and ripped one stocking, your heels in different corners of the room. And when you both showed up to movie night at Nancy’s, Eddie took one look at his friend and cackled, holding out a hand to each of your friends, crowing happily as dollar bills stacked up.

“You’re weak,” he laughed at Steve, poking at the lavender coloured marks on his neck, the skin that dipped below his shirt.

Steve just batted the other boy away and flung himself down onto a beanbag, opening his arms so you could fall into his lap. His hand found its home, pressed between the tips of your thigh, just decent enough that Robin wouldn’t throw popcorn at him.

He shrugged, grinned up all lazy at Eddie, pressed his tongue to his cheek to try and hide his glee and replied, “Yeah, I know.”

[buckysbbyy]

reader being in little space and being so i love with her new toy but bucky just got a fresh hair cut and new Cologne new clothes new everything and reader is so stunned she slowly walks on to him grabs his face and says something like “so pretty dada” like a disney prince and just keep staring at him for the rest of the day/week 🥺💋 (love your work btw)

Like A Prince

Summary: Bucky gets a haircut and you can't stop staring

Word count: 850

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader (fem language used)

A/N: I love this request so much! I've included some pictures under the cut of how I imagined his hair looking before and after while I was writing! I"m quite partial to his tfatws look 🥰 This takes place (as all my fics do) in a universe where littles are commonplace & accepted in society! Also, I’ve taken to nicknaming Bucky “buba” when in littlespace… kind of just a baby-fied way of saying his name... Bucky Barnes, get it?? Hopefully you guys like that haha 💕

You’d been kind of clingy lately, not that Bucky minded. The weather had been yucky the past few days, your feet were always cold and your nose always stuffed, and you clung to the warmth of your daddy as much as you could. So when the morning of his hair appointment arrived and the weather (as well as your clinginess) still hadn’t let up, he knew he’d have to take you with him. You usually stayed with Steve or Uncle Thor any time your daddy went out, so you were excited to get to go someplace new. You only had one question when he told you.

“New stuffy?”

See, you’d sort of been conditioned; spoiled rotten by that softhearted daddy of yours. You didn't like the hair salon, and who could blame you? The blow dryer was too loud, the hair wash was too hot, and nobody wants a stranger coming at their head with scissors! So every time he took you to get a haircut, Bucky would buy you a new stuffie to hold in the chair and help keep you grounded. He tried to reason with you at least a little bit.

“Aw sweetie, don’t worry! You don’t need a new stuffy today, only daddy has to get a haircut!”

“But… I want one…” You looked up at him with your eyes wide and your lower lip puffed out, a face he could never say no to.

So now, bear in one hand and daddy’s in the other, you walked into the barber shop. “You wanna go play over there babydoll?” Bucky asked, pointing over to the waiting area. Big comfy chairs sat around tables with blocks and toys and books to read while you waited for him to get groomed. You held onto his fingers tighter.

“Don’t wanna leave you, buba.” You whispered, looking up at him.

“But baby, your new friend here has never seen toys like this before, don’t you wanna show him?” He asked, motioning to your bear.

You looked down at the teddy, it’s glassy eyes reflecting the lights of the hair salon almost like a wink, and you smiled.

“Yeah, ok!” You said cheerily, turning your teddy to face the toys as you walked towards them. Bucky watched you for a moment and smiled to himself before sitting down in the barber’s chair.

“Okay mister bear, this is how to make a princess castle out of blocks.” He could hear you chattering to the stuffy over the sound of the electric razor near his head.

You were deeply invested in reading your teddy a picture book that you didn’t even notice Bucky finishing up with his appointment and paying at the counter until he called out to you.

“Come on, gumdrop, let's go home! It's almost dinner time!”

You looked up at him and immediately dropped your bear. It wasn’t that much of a change, and you’d seen him get dressed up for date nights and special events, but something about him today…

His hair was shorter, cut closer to his head on the sides but still long enough on top to run your fingers through. His facial hair, which had been getting a bit unruly over the past few weeks, was now light stubble perfectly framing his face. He smelled like fruits and spices, his skin was visibly smooth and soft; even though he’d just been for a haircut and a simple facial, Bucky looked to you like he was glowing.

You stared at him with wide eyes as he bent to pick up your bear, then you, waving at the barber as he carried you out the door towards the car. You kept staring at him during the drive home, eyes fixated on the top of his head in the rearview mirror except for the moments when he looked up and caught you staring, causing you to quickly turn your gaze and blush. Bucky was relishing in this attention from you, intending to play it out a little longer and not call you out on your staring as long as he could until finally you entered your apartment together, your eyes still glued to him.

“Okay, sweets, you gotta blink sometime.” He chuckled, but you stayed staring. “Come on, babydoll, what's up?”

He bent down to match your gaze and you took this closeness as an opportunity to reach out and place a hand on either side of your daddy’s face. His stubble was slightly abrasive but the skin underneath was smooth as butter. His cheeks were so soft, almost as soft as his silky brown hair flowing perfectly from his head, a single strand hung down in front of his forehead. You leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, causing him to scrunch his face in a smile.

“SO pretty buba… so pretty.”

Bucky laughed.

“Oh yeah? You like the haircut, baby?”

“You look like a prince, daddy!” You cheered as he picked you up and spun you around.

“Well what a coincidence, doll, because you look like a princess.” Bucky said, returning the kiss.

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𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤

Paring: daddy!Sebastian Stan x little!reader

Warnings: SOFT dada Seb, ddlg dynamics, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, Pinepine is reader’s kitten stuffie (named after Alpine himself), finger sucking, babying

Synopsis: After a long, tiring day, there’s nothing better than snuggling up in bed with your daddy for a bedtime story

Word Count: 1.2k words

Authors Note: I changed some of the words of the book to how Sebby read it because :(

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐒. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Sitting on the cold marble tile, your damp towel loosely lays over your goosebump-covered body.

The day went by slowly. You lost the perception of time, every second distracted by Sebastian and the warmth and comfort of his arms. Your sullen mood matched the foggy autumn clouds, and tears trickled down your face as the harsh raindrops sunk into your sweater.

It was one of those days—a day when the world felt so far away without your daddy.

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— love and fear

summary: what is love if there is no fear in it?

warnings: fluff, some self doubt, pet names [princess], daddy kink but not dd/lg, age gap (reader in twenties bucky is 40), mutual pining, idiots in love, smut, oral, fingering, hint of d/s relationships, light bondage, degradation kink, unprotected sex, sugar daddy!bucky || minors dni (18+)

a/n: waiting for your feedbacks/reblogs, have a lovely sunday🖤

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[buckysbbyy]

*peter and y/n after doing something reckless*

Peter: are we in trouble?

Steve: Take a guess

Y/N: no?

Bucky: Take another guess

[buckysbbyy]

a/n i may start writing again whoooo knowwws???

summary chris is announced sexiest man alive and you show him much you appreciate his sexiness

pairings chris evans x notfamous!reader

warnings smut, tons of praise, oral sex, kinda un accurate bc i’m not familiar w/ how ppl are named certain titles/given awards, not proof read, fluff etc. 18+ MINORS DNI

literal sexiest man alive

“i just got named “sexiest man alive.” chris says as you walk back in the room. dodger is laying at the foot of the bed and chris is standing as he just walked into your bathroom into your room with sweat pants that lay low on his waist.

his body is covered in tattoo, which is one of your favorite physical features about him. “are you serious? congratulations baby!” you say as you give him a long kiss. his hand slides from your back down to your butt as you break the kiss.

“it should’ve been ‘hottest couple alive’ like cindy crawford and richard gere that one year.” chris says and you laugh. “um for 1. they split like a year after names that and 2. no one knows me or that you’re with me.”

at that moment dodger hops off the bed and heads out the room, his tail wagging behind him. “im proud of you though.” you say and plop another kiss on his full lips before attempting to break from his grasp. he holds onto your waist tightly with a faint smirk.

“chris, why do you have that look?” you ask and he hums. “what look?”

“the look you make when you want to say something, but you won’t.”

“i wanna celebrate.” he says and you gleam with approval. “glad you can get your words out hun.” you say teasingly and he grabs your ass hard.

you kiss him again, this time for longer so he picks you up. “i’m so proud of you.” you say between kisses as chris lays you onto the bed.

he leads a trail of kisses down your sheer tank top that your nipples are straining against. “thank you.” he hums as he pulls your shirt up exposing your breast. “you’re the sexiest woman alive.”

he takes your nipple into your mouth and slides his huge hand into your shorts rubbing your clit; starting slow but getting faster with every moan you let out.

“look at me baby, look at me.” chris pleads and you do. your eyes meet his as he slides your pants downs your legs and to your ankles.

when his warm breath hits your throbbing clit, shivers zoom up your spine. “you’re so gorgeous baby; so gorgeous.”

his praise gets you off just ask much as his mouth on you. he always says the right things and always hits the right spots.

“i’m coming.” you say and chris continues licking and rubbing at the same pace. when you come, your vision becomes white and you see stars.

“you taste so good baby.“ chris says as you come, “so fucking good”

when you come down from your high, chris’ pants are off, which you assume came off when he was eating you out. he takes himself into his hand and strokes slowly watching you.

“let me taste you chris.” you say but he shakes his head. “i need to be in you now.”

opening your legs, chris gets a full view of your throwing pussy which makes his harder than ever. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of your pretty pussy.”

you mean lightly as he positions himself between your legs and pushes in. though you’ve been with him for 2 years, you’re still not used to his size.

“you’re so fucking big chris,” you moan out as he starts moving at a slow pace.

his hips thrust and his movements starts to get faster. the sounds of both of your panting and praises fill the room. “you’re so tight hun, goddamn” chris says and a bit of his boston accent slips out.

“right there chris.” you say just as he hits the right spot. you’re vision fades again and you arch your back as you moan loudly.

at the sight of you coming on him, chris comes with you causing his thrust to slow down and him to fall onto you, leaving wet kisses on your forehead.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” chris says.

“yeah but you’re the sexiest man alive.”

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꒰𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲꒱: leaving two littles alone in the tower isn’t the best thing to do, but the avengers had no choice. you try your best to take care of peter once he drops into littlespace, but it starts to take its toll on you. in which you want nothing more than your daddies to come home and take care of you.

꒰𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꒱: daddy!stucky x little!reader [with little!peter]

꒰𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꒱: sfw age regression [little!reader, daddy!bucky, daddy!steve, little!peter, daddy!tony], pushing off littlespace

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You suppressed a sigh as you heard Peter let out another loud wail.

“It’s nearly finished heating up, baby!” You called over your shoulder, letting out another sigh—this time of relief—as the microwave beeped. You quickly popped it open and grabbed out Peter’s warm milk, hurrying over to the regressed boy on the couch.

“Here you go,” you eased yourself next to him, guiding him into your arms as you popped the bottle tip into his mouth. The brunet eagerly suckled the rubber, making loud gulping noises as he downed the milk.

“Careful,” you chuckled, “otherwise I’ll have to burp you.” The little listened to you, slowing down his sucking as you gently ran your hand up and down his back. Peter soon finished the bottle, and you placed it on the coffee table as he stayed in your arms. He continued watching cartoons on the television, and you darted your eyes everywhere but the TV.

‘Just have to stay big for a little bit longer,’ you reminded yourself, mentally battling with your headspaces.

“FRIDAY?” You whispered up to the ceiling, seeing that Peter had fallen asleep on your shoulder, his thumb in his mouth.

“Yes, Miss?” The female voice replied.

“How long ‘til they get back?” You frowned, wanting nothing more than for everyone to return.

“They are due to arrive tomorrow morning.”

“Okay,” you sighed, nodding to yourself. ‘I can do this.’

You glanced down at the young boy asleep on you, praying he would wake up in his big headspace, but not putting much hope into it. He was missing Tony just as much as you were missing Steve and Bucky. There was no way he would be coming out of his little space anytime soon. You ran your fingers through his soft curls, biting your lip to stop your own thumb from coming up to your lips. The mission required the full team, leaving only you and Peter behind. The both of you had reassured your daddies that you would be fine, and had also told each other you would try and remain in your big headspace.

Peter dropped only days later, and you had to take up the role of his caregiver. Your daddies had been gone for five days now, Peter having been little for three days. You hadn’t dropped in a week and were desperate to let go. You knew that no one would be able to take care of you, though, and certainly no one for Peter. None of the Avengers trusted anyone else enough to let them anywhere near the two of you. And so it was up to you to be the big girl.

You gently eased Peter off your shoulder, shushing him when he grumbled in his sleep. You guided him to lie down on the couch so you could get up. You spied his red and gold pacifier on the floor as you picked up his empty bottle, grabbing the paci too. You walked back to the kitchen, making quick work of washing his bottle and pacifier. Leaving the bottle to dry on the rack, you quietly padded back over to the sleeping figure on the couch, easing his thumb out of his mouth to replace it with the pacifier. You grabbed the throw blanket off the couch, covering Peter with the soft fabric.

You stood there watching him, your chest bubbling with emotions as you observed his peaceful state.

“Just wanna be little,” you mumbled, your eyes watering up with hopelessness.

“Miss, may I advise you to go to the medical wing? You’re showing signs of emotional distress.”

“M’fine,” you brushed off the A.I. and the tears that had slipped down your cheeks.

“May I then suggest calling Capsicle? Manchurian Candidate?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the names Tony had set for your daddies, shaking your head nonetheless, “No. I can’t disturb them this close to the end of their mission. I don’t want them rushing anything to come back home.”

You let out another sigh as you sat on the couch across from Peter, switching the channel to something less likely to make you regress. You stopped on a reality TV show, trying to convince yourself you were interested.

You licked your lips and kept swallowing at your dry mouth. A little suck wouldn’t hurt… Right?

You felt your hand slowly rise to your mouth as you slowly bring your thumb closer. Just as your soft fingertips touched your lips, you pulled them away. ‘No. Need to stay big,’ you shook your head, grabbing another blanket as you got comfortable on the couch. You continued watching the trashy show, your head coming to rest on one of the couch pillows. You felt your eyes becoming heavy. ‘Maybe I’ll just shut them for a little bit,’ you thought. You hummed as your sore eyes got some reprieve from their close, swallowing again as the sounds from the TV drifted off into a dark distance.

You shot awake at the sound of loud wailing.

Peter.

You fell off the couch in a tangle of soft fabric. You looked around, realising you must’ve fallen asleep on the couch. You gagged as some fluff from the carpet got stuck to your wet thumb, quickly wiping it off on your leggings. You shoved down the thought of your telltale signs of dropping, glancing at the time. 5:00 am. Your heart leaped as you realised that everyone would be back soon, and you could go home with your daddies. Peter’s sharp cry got you out of your thoughts, and you rushed over to him.

“What’s wrong, Petey?” You asked, not realising you were calling him the same nickname you used in little space.

“Where’s Daddy?” He wailed, his big brown eyes overflowing with tears.

“He’s coming home soon, okay?” You pulled him into a hug, not knowing what to do as you rubbed his back.

“Miss Daddy!” He cried into your shoulder, making your lip quiver as you thought about your own daddies.

“I miss my daddies too,” you quietly replied, blinking hard to focus your slipping mind. It wasn’t working. You shook your head, desperately trying to keep hold of your big space, but you were so overwhelmed. And so tired. Peter’s wailing in your ear, paired with having to take care of him like you so desperately wanted to be taken care of these past five days had left you absolutely exhausted. Your headspace was fragile, at its tipping point. Peter started screaming, and you were pushed over the edge.

“Shut up!” You whined, your own eyes starting to fill with tears as your mind started to go all fuzzy.

“Peter?”

You heard someone call your name too, and you looked towards the elevator door to the common floor living room. You let out a gasp as you saw everyone, but most importantly, your daddies. You detach yourself from Peter, immediately running towards your daddies. You flung yourself into Steve’s waiting arms, bursting into tears.

“Oh, baby,” Steve whispered, one hand protectively cupping the back of your head to his chest, the other rubbing your back.

“What happened?” Bucky crouched down to be on your level wrapping you in a hug from behind. You continued to sob, your body instantly relaxing at being cocooned by your two daddies.

“M-Missed y-you,” you hiccupped, “s-so much.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you heard Bucky’s sympathetic voice, and could vaguely make out Tony doing the same to Peter. You just burrowed your head even further into your Daddy’s chest, appreciating your Papa’s warmth radiating into your back too.

“Wanna go h-home,” your sobs slowed, and you felt Steve pick you up. You didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, and so you just tucked your head into your Daddy’s neck, deeply breathing in his comforting scent. You briefly heard your Papa explaining to the others that you would be retreating to your level for a while before your Daddy stepped into the elevator. He gently bounced you on his hip, continuing to rub your back as he walked you back into your shared apartment.

“Shh, Papa and I have got you now,” he continued to soothe you, and you softly whined as you felt him shuffle you in his hold. “Just sitting down on the couch, butterfly.” You felt your cheeks warm at the pet name, and looked up from his neck.

“There she is,” he cooed, coming close to rub his nose against yours. You let out a wet giggle, your face still wet from tears, mouth all slobbery.

“How about we dry these tears, huh?” He pulled out a handkerchief, gently sweeping away the sadness from your face.

“There we go,” he deemed you all clean, before swooping in to pepper your face in kisses for being such a good girl. You let out a delighted squeal.

“You sound much better now, doll,” Bucky had rejoined you both in the apartment, coming to sit next to Steve on the couch.

“Papa!” You grinned, leaning over from your spot on Steve’s lap to wrap your arms around his neck. He affectionately kissed your hair, rubbing your back.

“Can you tell Daddy and me what happened?” He softly asked as you pulled away from the hug, playing with the hem of Steve’s white shirt.

“Was so tiring,” you frowned, “having to be big. And look after Peter.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry,” the blond frowned at you, his hand coming to cup your cheek.

“You did so well, baby. We’re real proud of you for taking care of Peter like that. I’m sure Tony is very thankful too,” Bucky chimed in, his fingers trailing soft patterns on your back.

“Just wanted to be little,” you mumbled, moving to press your body even closer to your two daddies.

“We’re here now, baby. And we’re not leaving anytime soon. It’s okay to be little now, we’ve got you,” Steve gently spoke, thumb rubbing your cheek.

“You don’t need to be a big girl for us, okay? We’ll take care of you,” Bucky added, gently scratching your back. You sighed in relief as you fully allowed yourself to drop, relaxing into their warmth. You smiled as you sunk into their combined embrace, letting them whisper sweet nothings into your ears as they comforted you. You knew you could be little now. You knew you were safe now. And most importantly, you knew you now had the two best daddies in the world to take care of you.

author’s note:

*sobs* *goes to amazon to try and order my own daddy!stucky*

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Pretty, S. Rogers and B. Barnes.

Summary; You were anything but expectant after spending a night between the ellusive lawyers, James Buchanan Barnes and Steve Grant Rogers; it was a supposed fling. Something to spice up their marriage. So you weren't exactly prepared with their advances nor the possessiveness that came with their attention.

Pairing; Soft!Dark Stucky x Reader, Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader.

Warnings; Sexual themes, Adult content, Manipulation, Possessiveness, Soft!Dark Stucky, Married Stucky, Gaslighting Stucky, Age Gap (Steve is 40, Bucky is 39, Reader is 19) Please do not interact if it makes you uncomfortable!

A/N; This is my first time writing something of this nature; but this is more self indulgent than anything, because who wouldn't want to be a hole for daddy stucky's schlongs. This is a fun little something to repeat; if the man does not exist, so does my morals.

CHAPTER 1

The first time you laid eyes upon the infamous pair of lawyers, you couldn't fight off the awe and astonishment at their perfectly sculpted faces and chiseled bodies; they were the picture perfect male specimen, coupled with their confident visage and such charming upturn of their lips and straight posture telling of their self assurance. And while they winked at you simultaneously as they caught you staring- you still weren't certain it was you they had graced the wink with, but nevertheless, it made your cheeks flush in embarassment.

You chastised yourself, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were not only business associates in their ridiculously elite law firm, they were also very much married which entails they were thoroughly committed to one another. In the business sense, and in the literal sense of the word aswell.

Which is why you were quite... speechless to say the least when they approached you and introduced themselves. Steve extended his hand for a formal handshake, your soft palm touching upon his much rougher one, and he couldn't help but brush his fingers upon your delicate knuckles before he presses a lingering kiss on the back of your hand. His blue eyes held you in that position, as if encapturing you in a trance which was enough to make you squirm.

Bucky chuckles as his hand finds its way to the small of your bare waist emerging from the sideline. "Forgive him, doll, he forgot to take his medicine." You shuddered at the proximity of his lips to your ear; their presence made you uneasy, if only slightly, because you were unsure why they were paying attention to you.

"What did you say, punk?" Steve jerks his gaze away from your stunning face, jokingly narrowing his eyes at Bucky's smug grin.

"I said you forgot your rabies injections, and you're drooling on her pretty fingers," the brunette says sarcastically, taking your other hand and kissing your fingers as well. You laugh at their impasse.

"I don't believe I've ever had the honor," You almost whisper, fluttering your eyelashes as you cast a provocative glance at the men. You were naturally flirtatious, if not a people-pleaser, knowing when to smile and politely take compliments to keep the banter going, and given the nature of your current employment, it wasn't far from the addendums in contracts you were asked to sign.

Growing up attractive meant you get the pretty priviledge often. You'd flirted out of pretty expensive tickets, drinks and the likes, easily having every man you meet wrapped around your dainty fingers. Neither Steve nor Bucky were exceptions; yet you weren't aware.

“Bucky Barnes.” He introduces himself with darkened blue eyes, you missed the bob of his adams apple as his eyes rack your scantily clad body. You were worth salavating for, the tightest of ass, the smallest of waist and hips- his jaw flexes as an image of himself driving deep into you and gripping your love handles. He would fill your pretty pussy with cum, your toned stomach with even more of his essence until your belly was bulging from what he had given you.

“Steve Rogers.” The blond replies with a smile, not making the effort to conceal his wandering gaze; in appreciation and parts possessiveness, both men making a quick work of scanning the room and throwing dirty looks that could make grown men shiver and look away in fear, just with the offense of staring at you.

The moment you had descended the stairs, after Stark's dramatic monologue; “.. While all of my friends, hammer industries, in particular, have their own philosophical pursuits, a tedious tax break, yada yada, I've pooled some of my resources into an establishment that is both... pleasing to the eyes, and satiating to the loins. Hefner had his bunnies, allow me to present you to my kittens." he says, his grin widening as a seductive music reverberates throughout the mansion.

And there you were, among the army of attractive women walking down the stairs, their gazes drawn to you and only you; breath taken from their lungs by your bearing and beauty, innocent doe eyes and exquisite features but pretty fuckable body that they had felt the immediate stiffening of their cocks. It stood in attention as you flash your prettiest smile that they almost ached with raw and primal need to bend you over and fuck you senseless.

Probably infront of the large audience too, to ward off the hungry gazes directed to you. A feeling of possessiveness surging in their chest, and they looked at eachother wordlessly. In understading. In want. You were the missing piece in their life; all you, perfect and theirs. You wouldn't need to prance around in only a nightwear in such a setting, and it took all they had to be able to hold conversations with other business associates before running to you.

Despite the fanfare, watching you from the corner of their eyes as you were pulled into conversations after conversations, Steve and Bucky barely containing their temper once they overhear the other man's lewd proposal- almost storming the distance until you shut off his proposition with a smart reply that had him excusing himself.

They felt a surge of pride; but not really. They wanted to be the one to protect you, wanted to depend on them, wanted you to run to their arms with even the slightest bit of inconvenience. It was not fair that their little girl has already been roughed around the edges by the cruelty of human nature, but no longer. You were going to be kept and safe under their unwavering love and care.

As the night drones on, you didn't even realize the gravity your smiles and slightly flirty remarks had done to the men. You had assumed they were only being polite, their touches merely platonic. Their interest at you were quite overwhelming but you credited it to their naturally inquisitive nature; out of propriety, politeness. A way to get to know the helpless kitten. One of Stark's playthings to be able to keep their clientelle away from a potential lawsuit.

Yet the drinks were poured, one of their jackets on your shoulders as you were pulled into the back of their limo. Heartpounding, nails digging in their formal shirts, Bucky's chest to your back, Steve feasting on your lips as if he were a starved man and you were the oasis.

Lips swollen from their attacks, the coat discarded elsewhere when things got more intense; pushed to the bed, wrapped and tossed from muscular arms to another, you cried out profanities as both men took sweet turns thrusting their fingers to the knuckles and lapping at you until you were mewling and trembling, tongues sucking at your juices with an even more darkened gaze than usual.

You didn't know what it meant for their relationship, or whatever you were doing- letting men twice your age, in a committed relationship lap at you like you were their dessert. There was a twisted burn of heat once more as they kissed infront of you, your essence coating their lips and beards.

“Fuck princess, you're so sweet.” Steve pants, licking his lips.

“So good and sweet doll.” Bucky murmurs in a praise, both men looking at you hungrily as you braced yourself when Bucky mounts you.

You didn't tell them, you had no reason to because you were so deep into that cloudy haze of desire, you would have allowed them to wreck you and you would walk out the door with a grin, and a thanks.

“Ready, doll?” Bucky pants, basically hearing his heartbeat thrum in his ears. You were such a sight, sprawled in the bed your hair on their sheets, looking more than appetizing that his mouth was dry. His cock was slapping his navel, so hard it was pulsating. He lines up the head of his cock, coating the head with the heat from your folds, before thrusting himself to the hilt. Then freezing- your pained jolt, and the way you crawled at his arm clearly in pain.

Steve and Bucky coos at you softly, wiping the tears from your watery eyes and whispering sweet nothings.

“You're okay, princess.” Steve whispers in your ear, kissing you heatedly to shush the whimpers escaping your lips. “You're being such a good girl.” He hums, hands crawling to soothe at your nub making your hips buck.

Bucky hisses, the sensation of your warmth wrapping around him like a vice grip almost made his orgasm materialize, but he couldn't have done that to you. So instead, he kisses your skin gentle and assuring at first until your sobs subside from their ministrations. They made your body rock and tremble with shattering sensations that the pain was forgotten and the only words you can mumble were lewd encouragements.

Soft whimpers, heated kisses- your legs wrapped so deliciously around their waist when they each drove into your slick and warm heat with frantic and passionate thrusts. Their seed coats your walls, dripping from your tight hole to your legs and overflowing, you felt the fingers dip from your inner thighs gathering essence before carefully shoving it back.

“So fucking full, princess.” Steve pants, pupils blown with barely contained possessivenes as he looks over your spent and tired body, chest heaving up and down from tiredness, skin flushed with heat and abso-fucking-lutely fucked with cum leaking out of all possible holes and stomach.

You were a sight to behold, “So pretty dollface.” Bucky pants to your ear, a smile present on his plump lips as he looks at your body on the bed.

Bucky and Steve shared an all knowing look, a conversation of understanding without needing too much words to be said.

You didn't know you had been marked to be theirs. A possession to be perpetually owned. Because there was no way they were going to let you out of their sights, because as they both flank your sides, your pretty face nuzzling to their warmth, body seeking their protection, they wrap their arms around you securely it wasn't just their bodies that were satiated, there was a warmth flowing through their chests and consuming their rationality above all.

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo

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SEBASTIAN STAN ✧ STEVE KEMP FRESH, 2022 dir. Mimi Cave

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Zendaya is the first Black woman to win the Emmy for lead actress in a drama series twice (2020 and 2022), and the youngest two-time winner of any Emmy in history. (x)

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Petition for people to stop asking Sebastian Stan about Bucky and for Sebastian Stan to stop making me cry 2k16