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marvelfanfics1 · 8 months

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

🩹<---- I mean this thing

Kisses make it better

(GIFs not mine)

The Super Soldiers Little Angels au

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fank you, Petie."

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

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babyhatesreality · 8 months

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OKAY HOW ABOUT A LITTLE ONE THAT LOVES SHARING HER FOOD WITH EVERYONE IN THE ROOM AND ESPECIALLY WITH HER DADDIES

Soo maybe a scenario or headcanon where the reader start with sharing her veggies with her daddies but after a while she start sharing food that she likes so when there at the avenger tower and its Lunch time she wanna give petie and the other a bit of her food and wann give her daddies a bit of her favorite food so she grabs a bit and hold it to her daddies mouth 😻

Oh, this is an adorable thought, you cute Nonnie you...

Sharing is Caring

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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Bucky had never seen your eyes so wide before. He chuckled softly, thoroughly enjoying your incredulous delight.

"Dat's....for me?" you asked in a hushed tone, completely in awe of something so wondrous.

Bucky had to bite the inside of his cheek from outright laughing. They had found some individual snack packs of mini Chips Ahoy cookies the last time they went grocery shopping, and had packed them as a post-lunch treat today. They'd brought you up to the work floor with them, as it was just boring paperwork today. Knowing how much you loved your cookies, the small bags seemed like a good idea to try. They had no idea you'd react with such reverence.

Your little mind was BLOWN. A whole bunch of little chocolate chip cookies in a pretty blue bag, and all for you??? It was too much. You were overwhelmed with the indescribable majesty of it all.

"Yeah, it's for you, munchkin," Bucky said gleefully, his grin threatening to split his face. "You can have the whole bag since you finished all your fruit." He opened the bag and held it out to you.

You took it as carefully as if it were a Faberge Egg. Bucky had to pretend like he had an itchy nose- using his hand to cover his mouth as your complete and total wonder was so damned cute that it was making him giggle like a schoolgirl. He wondered how long you'd actually be able to keep quiet about this.

He didn't have to wonder for long.

You shrieked with absolute delight, jumped up and down, and then absolutely hurtled yourself at Bucky, who caught you with a laugh. "TANK YOU TANK YOU TANK YOOOOOOOU!" you screamed delightedly, hugging your Daddy as hard as you could. You let him go and popped one cookie into your mouth. It was so little and it was so good and it was the BEST. You looked back into the bag. There were SO MANY in there. You carefully extracted one, and held it up to Bucky. "Here, Daddy!"

Bucky smiled and shook his head. "Those are yours, baby, they're for you."

"But I wanna share!" you said, jumping up and down. "C'mere! Open!!" Laughing at your sweet impatience, Bucky leaned down and opened his mouth as requested. With a squeal of delight, you popped it into his mouth, then surprised him with a quick kiss on the nose. "Tank you!! Chew good!" you shrieked over your shoulder as you tore out of the room, on a mission. You just heard Bucky laugh at your instructions as you skidded into the next room.

"GUYS LOOK!" you shrieked with joy, holding your small bag aloft. Peter, Wanda, and Pietro turned around, curious, but were just as excited as you were when they realized the treasure that you held. You shared one with each of your friends, in turn, before running out of the room and back to Papa's office. You yelled 'hi' to all your friends and family as you ran past them in your delight, and they all knew you well enough to step to the side as you barreled down the hallway to your destination.

Steve sighed patiently. He could hear you blazing your typical path of destruction towards him. He loved your carefree and playful spirit, but was constantly afraid that you were going to get hurt in your exuberance. You flew into his office, looking more wound-up than usual.

"Hi Papa! Guess what??"

"Hi Baby. Whatever it is, it must have been important for you to be running around the floor like that."

"Oh. Oops. Sorry, I forgotted again."

"Yeah, I figured. What's up, pup?"

You giggled at the little rhyme and the resigned but loving look on his face. "Lookit da COOKIES!!!" You made a show of clearly walking- not running- towards him, and he grinned at the strained look on your face as you fought against your natural cheetah instincts. Once you got next to him through, you flung yourself into his lap, scrambling and squirming to pull yourself upright. Steve gave you little assists here and there, and put his arms around you once you got to your destination. "Here, I wanna share with you please!"

"That is so sweet, baby, thank you." He couldn't say anything else as you dug one out of the bag and tapped it against his lips. He made a funny face at you, then started pretending that his lips were glued together. He tilted his head at your, his eyes playfully twinkling. You giggled, then laughed as he teased you by not opening his mouth, and playing like he couldn't. You ended up smashing the cookie flat to his lips and pressing it in, not letting up, screaming with laughter. Finally Steve "pried" his lips apart and let you push the cookie in, then tickled you as you continued to laugh like crazy.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on in here?" A deep voice startled you. You stopped laughing, twisting around. "There's not this much happiness allowed on this floor." Nick Fury was standing there with his arms crossed, but you could see a hint of a smile on his face. You hopped off your Papa's lap and skipped around the desk to stand at the Director's feet. Ever since he'd declared you a part of the family, you absolutely LOVED him and always enjoyed a moment to bask in his coolness.

"Hi Mr. Nick!" you said happily, completely unaffected by his tough guy demeanor. "Here, I wanna give you something!" You held up a cookie to him. You might not have been afraid of him, but there was no way that you were going to ask him to open his mouth like your Papa and your Daddy.

Nick took it from your hand with a low chuckle. "Well, thank you, little one. How'd you know I love mini cookies so much?" He looked at you curiously when you got a very, very serious look on your face.

"I am about to blow your mind then," you said, completely solemnly. You held up the cookie bag for him to inspect, inwardly thrilled. You knew that you were about to change Nick Fury's life forever with your little blue packaged miracle.

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angelbaby-fics · 3 months

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thinking aboooouuuuut being so tiny & so sleepy & so clingy that when you fall asleep on steve's chest, he doesn't have the heart to transfer you to your crib, even though he's got an avenger's meeting in just a few minutes, sooooo....... he ends up just bringing you with him & rocking you softly in the conference room chair while he discusses strategies with the rest of the crew 💕

#little!reader #steve rogers x little!reader #cg!steve #cg!steve rogers #daddy!steve #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve x little!reader #c

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luviebuuggie · 1 year

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Bath Time <3

this is the first fic I'm posting, like ever O_O, so I hope you all enjoy! If you would like to send me prompts, ideas, ANYTHING hahaa, feel free to, and ill try to write out a story for it !! <33

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Warnings: DDLG, bath time, washing your hair, cute nicknames, idk 🤷‍♀️

Pairings: Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary: Bath time with your favorite bath toys, and your Daddies!

Word Count: 1,842

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“Lovebug,” Bucky spoke as he entered the playroom. "It's bath time, bubs." Catching your attention from your coloring book on the carpeted floor and glance up at him.

“But Daddy,” drawing the word out for more exaggeration. “I haven’t finished my blue unicorn yet…” you sigh with a slight frown.

Bucky kneels down next to you, resting his large hand against the back of your head reassuringly, and gives you a slight smile. “I know, bubs, but you can continue working on it in the morning, okay?” he says as he rubs his hand over your hair.

Still with a slight frown but hope now gleaming in your eyes, you reply, “Promise Daddy?” While staring into Bucky's big eyes. You study his face to make sure his next reply is truthful.

Bucky stares down at you, a loving smile overtaking his face because of how precious his little baby is. “Of course, I promise, Angel. Now, how about we get cleaned up and ready for bedtime?” You nod as he picks you up and sets you down on his hip, walking out of your playroom and towards the bathroom.

Leaning your head down on his relatively comfortable shoulder, you ask, “Could I have a snack after my bath Daddy?”

This question receiving a humorous laugh from Bucky. “Sure, Doll.”

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Bucky lifts you into the now full bathtub, steam seeping into the room nicely. Sitting down in hot water, your body immediately relaxes as you let out a sigh.

Bucky slowly sits down beside the tub, reaching over to grab something. “You want toys, baby?” He says, holding up a basket of all your toys explicitly designed for the tub.

Your eyes lit up, gaze catching on the rubber ducks and the bath crayons. “Duckies ‘and crayons, Daddy!” Excitement laces every word.

Bucky knew how much you loved your bath toys. Your cute reaction never failed to make him laugh. As much as Bucky loves your adorable little reactions, he still wants you to remember your manners. Pulling the basket away momentarily, he asks, “What do we say, Doll?”

You grin up at Bucky. “Please, Daddy?” Your hands softly splash around in the water as you squirm.

Bucky’s eyes squint at you, pleased at your answer. He hands over the basket. Left hand grabbing onto the side, you peer into the basket full of toys and spot all your favorites. You grab all the duckies and start placing them into the water. Then you spot the bath crayons you love to draw with and hurriedly grab every color and set them on the edge of the tub with the biggest smile imaginable on your face.

“Got yourself a whole collection, don't you, Doll?” Bucky says with a chuckle, putting the basket back down on the floor. With his legs spread out before him, he leans back on his hands to watch you play for a while.

You stare at all the toys now in the bathtub and try to decide what to start with first. Do I play with the duckies first? Or the markers first? You wonder to yourself. You choose to start with the markers and draw them a home! You grab the blue marker and get to work on drawing a house for your duckies as Bucky sits quietly to watch you work with a smile on his face.

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“Is that your drawing, LoveBug?” Steve asks as he walks into the large bathroom. Bucky gazed up at his husband. Steve walks forward and sits on the bathtub's edge to see your work closer.

Peering up at him, you smile and reply, “Yeah, Dada! For my duckies!” Steve gently places his hand on your back, slowly moving in up and down. You continue to look up at him, waiting for a reply. As Steve began to open his mouth to say something, your impatience got the better of you as you interrupted him before he could speak. “It's a house, Dada. For my duckies.” You remark, as though you have to state the obvious.

This causes laughter to erupt from both Bucky and Steve. Both men can hardly contain their laughter at how you stated your sentence. You weren't quite sure why they were laughing. Steve knows what a house is, right? You think to yourself as confusion flows through your little-space mind. You ignore the quiet laughter and continue drawing, adding little flowers to the windowsill.

Steve, still quietly laughing and failing at his attempts to stop, says, “I know it’s a house, LoveBug. It looks very good too. You did such a good job, Baby!” He gives you a small pat on the head.

“Thank you, Dada.” You smile at the rewarding words, feeling pleased with yourself.

“Okay, I’m gonna go prepare Doll a snack for after her bath.” Bucky stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of his shirt. “Could you wash her hair?” Bucky asked, directing his question toward Steve.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got it.” Steve replied, moving over to grab the shampoo bottle. “It shouldn't take long.” Turning his head around to face his husband, he gave Bucky a quick, intimate smile.

Bucky nodded, smiling back at his husband and exiting the bathroom.

Turning back to you, Steve grabbed a cup and filled it with water. “You ready to wash your hair, Doll?”

Facing away from Steve, you squeal your approval and cover your eyes. The water swooshes down your long hair. Steve repeats the action, fully drenching your hair to prepare for the shampoo. He sets the cup down and grabs the shampoo, squeezing out just enough to massage your roots.

As Steve starts rubbing the shampoo into your hair, all you can think about is how lovely the feeling of his big, warm hands massaging your head is. You cherish every moment, the way you can feel his fingertips gliding through your hair, and the perfect hot bath water warming you up. You could stay here in this moment forever.

Steve pulls his hands from your hair and grabs the cup, filling it up with water once more. “You ready, Doll?”

You give him a little thumbs up with your right hand. “Yes, Dada.” You say as quietly as a whisper, knowing Steve would hear you no matter how quiet you were. You quickly, but carefully as to not hurt yourself, slap your hands over your eyes, causing a calm giggle from Steve.

Steve pours the water down your long hair, using his left hand to guide his fingertips through the strands and help the water remove all the shampoo. He repeats this action a few times until he’s satisfied. “Now we’ve just gotta do the conditioner and you'll be ready to go, Baby.” Steve remarks, attempting to convey a bit of enthusiasm in his voice to help encourage you.

“Can I play with my duckies while you put in the conditioner?” You ask him, rotating around to face him better.

“Of course, you can, Doll.” He says and begins to condition your hair.

You grab your yellow duckie, deciding his name is Albert, while Steve strokes your hair gently. You determine that your duckies will live together in the house you drew, not including Donald because he’s in time out. You set Donald on the edge of the tub farthest away from you, causing Steve's hands to falter as you move.

“What are you doing, Doll? Why is that duckie going all the way over there?” Steve asks, resuming his massage on your hair.

“That’s Donald, Dada. He’s in time out.” You say nonchalantly.

Your reply has Steve raising his eyebrows and halting his hands. “Donald the duck is in time out?” He questioned, beginning to laugh.

You simply hum in the affirmative to his question, too focused on playing with your duckies to notice his laughter.

Trying to contain himself, he ask’s, “What’s he in timeout for, baby?”

You turn around to face Steve, slightly amused by his laughter but keeping your pure look of seriousness etched on your face. “Because Donald stole Puddle's car keys, then burned down all of Daisy’s daffodils! It was so mean of him, Dada!” You exclaim.

Steve bursts out in laughter, unable to contain himself any longer. He doubled down, causing you to quietly giggle at his bizarre reaction.

“Dada, it’s not funny!” You declare even as giggles are escaping your mouth while you speak.

“I'm sorry, Doll.” Steve says, his laughter slowly starting to fade as he calms down.

You and Steve make eye contact, and Steve can't help the chuckles that leave his mouth while he covers it with his hand.

Once Steve finally settles after his fit of laughter, he says, “Okay, Doll. Let’s wash this conditioner out of your hair.”

You turn back around, facing away from Steve, and get into your position to cover your eye’s with your hands.

Steve takes his time rinsing out your hair, careful as to not pour any of the water down your face. Once he’s content with your hair, he tells you, “You can move your hands now, Doll. I just need to clean your body then you'll be good to go, Okay?”

You nod and proceed to play with your duckies again as Steve grabs a washcloth. Steve carefully clean’s you, thoroughly washing every bit of you possible. Once he feels that he has cleaned all up, he stands and grabs a towel. Steve grasp’s your favorite towel, a fluffy small towel in your favorite color, long enough to keep your entire body warm and cozy. The best part? It has a small hood with bunny ears!

“Stand up, Baby.” Steve says as he holds the towel up for you.

Your ear’s perk up at your Dada’s words, and you quickly stand up and face him. Steve gives you a small smile and wraps you up in the fluffy towel, picking you up from the tub and setting your feet on the floor. He starts rubbing his hands over your towel-wrapped body to help you dry off, doing so quickly causing a few giggles to escape you.

Steve, smiling ear to ear due to your giggles, kneel’s down a bit closer to you. “You ready to go get jammies on, Baby?” He says with excitement lacing his voice.

“Yeah!” You exclaim.

Steve gleams at you, picking you up and setting you on his hip as he exits the bathroom. You cuddle your head into his chest, feeling more content and sleepy than ever in your Dada’s arms. Right as you begin to close your eyes, you feel Steve handing you over to Bucky, causing you to peek your eyes open and squeak in excitement over seeing your Daddy. Both your Daddies chuckle, smiling at their little baby. You cuddle into Bucky’s chest, closing your eyes while Bucky gently sways you side to side.

All you feel is content happiness knowing that you're safe in your Daddy’s arms, and will soon be cuddled between the two super soldiers in bed.

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The end! <3

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timidpumpkin · 1 year

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Hey! I love the dark stucky n all but i honestly hate pink so that gave me an idea: reader being reserved and extra obedient and always freaking out if they mess up (and never going anywhere near the front door) and when stucky asks they say they dont want a pink room while crying

Awhhh but I loooove reader being sooo reserved and extra obedient cause she’s scared 🥺🥺🥺. And I think stucky would be super understanding and considerate if you didn't like pink at all.

So here's a little au about that hehe 🙈🙈🫶🫶

I’m just imagining reader accidentally dropping her sippy cup, making it spill everywhere🥺🥺…

((18+ minors DNI))

Of course, you start to panic, seeing the liquid spread all over the clean floor. You start apologizing profusely when they come to check on you after hearing a noise.

“I-I’m sorries” you cry over and over again, beginning to shake, knowing you’ve done something bad–made a mess.

“Awh no, Angel, hey-” Steve picks you up, noticing you’re standing where the liquid meets your covered toes. “It’s okay baby, don’t cry. It was just an accident.” He sets you on the counter as Bucky cleans your mess. You keep apologizing and crying. Steve and Bucky both reassure ‘it’s fine angel’, ‘don’t worry about it doll’.

After it’s all cleaned up, Steve hands you a new filled-up sippy while Bucky changes your damp socks, knowing they must not feel comfortable or help your distressed mood.

“How about we get you ready for bed early, huh doll?” he asks.

A simple question. But one that makes your already anxious mind mold into guilt. You didn't want to go to bed--Well, that wasn’t exactly true--You didn’t want to go to your room. Your pink room. It was perfect, in every way–except the color. It made you feel so bad. You knew how much they wanted you to love it. You didn’t want them to think you were bad.

“I’ll even read you two bedtime stories,” Bucky interrupts your thoughts, trying to cheer you up. He picks you up and sets you back down on the clean floor. It only makes you feel worse. You’d love it if he read you a million bedtime stories, but it just felt so hard going in your room. It just didn’t feel like yours.

You don’t answer him. Instead, you just stand there, looking almost petrified.

“Doll? Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks as you make no indication of wanting to go to your room. Steve bends down, leveling himself closer to you.

“Sweet girl, can you tell dada what’s wrong? You know we're not upset about the sippy, what’s bothering you babygirl?” Steve asks gently. Still, you only cry harder, not wanting to say what you mean. How could you tell them something like that? Wouldn't they just think you’re a bad girl who doesn't want to listen to daddies and go to your room?

“Jus-jus’ don’t wan’ daddies to be mads at me” you sob sorrowfully into your own hands.

“Oh no, angel...we won’t be mad, as long as you're honest about what’s going on in that little head of yours,” he teasingly pets your head. “we could never be mad at you like that.” He encourages you to speak up, taking your little hands into his softly.

“It-it’s jus-” you try making the words come out, but only more tears fall instead. Steve tugs you closer, hugging you as you weep into his shoulder. Eventually, there’s only one word you’re able to mumble out. Color.

“Color?” He questions gently, trying to confirm what you said, and pulling apart to look at you. You nod your head shamefully, unwilling to look up from the floor.

“What color baby?”

“Room.” you say quietly.

“The color of your room? Pink?” He questions. You nod your head, and it takes him a moment before he realizes what you’re trying to communicate. “You don’t like the pink babygirl?” He asks carefully.

You nod your head in confirmation but the admission only makes you feel worse, causing you to cry harder again.

“I’m sorry,” you say woefully in between sobs.

“Oh angel, no, no. You don’t need to be sorry about that,” You look up to meet his gaze as he wipes the tears from your wet face.

“Really?” You ask sensitively.

“Of course not.” Bucky chimes in, reaching down to pick you up. He bounces you up as he places you around his hip. “Why didn’t you just tell us sooner, doll?” you shrug your shoulders, and mumble an ‘I dunno.’

“I’m so sorry we didn’t know before babygirl. That’s daddies job, we should have known. We’re the sorry one's little princess.” Steve reassures, caressing your cheek while still in Bucky’s arms.

You look back to Bucky, wanting to gauge if he was upset. However, he doesn’t look displeased as only concern laces his features as he looks at you.

“You know, doll, I'm somewhat of a painter myself,” he says lightheartedly, causing a skeptical eyebrow raise from Steve.

“Oh yeah, that so?” Steve jeers.

“Absolutely,” he defends. “After all, who do you think painted your room and did all that hard work in the first place?” he gestures his head towards Steve “not that guy” he teases, making you giggle, bringing a small smile to your face.

“You-you’re not upset I don’t like it?” you ask, still feeling bad since he did it all for you.

“Of course not Doll. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t know your favorite color?” he explains, “now tell us, what colors do you want instead?” you ponder for a moment, thinking.

“Any color you want, angel. Nothing’s too much for our little girl.” Steve smiles at you.

#sorry this took me forever to answer!!#little light thoughts #stucky x little!reader #stucky x reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!bucky barnes #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader

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pahtoosh · 9 months

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pete pete

[image ID: a behind the scenes gif of chris evans as captain america giving the camera a goofy smile. by tumblr user SoftEvanStan. /.end ID]

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18+

wc: ~400 words

warnings: dada thinks you peed🫣(you didn’t), steve picks you up

a/n: based on a silly little thought i had hehe🤭

pairing: steve rogers x gn!little!reader (i imagine this as part of my stucky x little!reader collection but bucky isn’t mentioned so you can read it either way😁)

summary: steve embarrasses you during a playdate with peter

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“I’ll be in the kitchen making sandwiches for lunch, okay? You two play nice.” Steve kissed the top of your head before getting up.

“We will, captain!” Peter said.

Somewhat distracted, you looked up from your Legos when you noticed Steve walking away. “Dada?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You go?”

Steve laughed. “I’m making sandwiches, my love.”

“Oh!” You bounced excitedly. “Can I have cheese in mine?”

Steve came back and gave you another kiss as if he couldn’t help himself. “Yes, you can have all the cheese in the world.”

“Woo!”

Steve grinned to himself as you did your little happy dance and continued playing with Peter.

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The next few minutes were peacefully quiet. The occasional rustle came from the kitchen as did the clicking of plastic toys from the living room.

Peter was looking back and forth between the fighter jet he was building and your pile of untouched Lego pieces. “Can I have your circle piece?” he asked.

“Ya. Can I have your blue one?”

“This? Sure.”

“Dank you, Pete Pete.”

Steve poked his head in from the kitchen. “What was that, sweetheart? You went peepee?” He quickly washed his hands and rushed over to you.

“Wha? Nooo.”

“It’s okay baby, Dada’s gotcha.” Steve picked you up and quickly ran into your room. Had he been more focused, he would’ve noticed that your bottom was totally dry.

“Dada. I not peepee!”

“Nothing to be embarrassed of, baby. It happens to all of us.” He placed you on the changing table and ran around, grabbing new clothes and changing supplies.

You were a little embarrassed, but not for the reasons that Steve was thinking. Not to mention how upset you were that he interrupted your playtime. “I not peepee!”

“Then why’d you say peepee? You know we don’t make potty jokes.”

“Pete. Pete.” You made sure to say the “t’s” this time.

Peter appeared in your doorway, hand covering his eyes. “Um, Mister Rogers? I think they were just saying my name.”

Steve set down the things he was holding and nodded in understanding. “Pete Pete.” He sighed. “You can look, Peter. Nothing happened here.” Dada helped you off the table and gave you a light pat on the butt before you and Peter ran off to play again.

Steve put his hands on his hips and sighed again, shaking his head. “Pete Pete. Sam’s gonna riot when he hears this one.”

#steve rogers x little!reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #gn!little!reader #sfw age regression #agere fic #littlespace fics #marvel agere #fluff #drabble #peter appearance #little being carried #pete pete #pete-pete #toosh writes

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bunnybearmarvel · 2 years

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Bunny Instincts.

pairings. | steve rogers x hybrid!bunny reader

summary. | It’s an animal instinct to be wary when a predator is near; your little baby bunnies, are well aware when daddy is near.

warnings. | soft!dark steve rogers, hybrid!bunny reader, allusions to kidnapping, manipulation, daddy!kink, language.

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Letting out a soft giggle, you watch in amusement as the twins prattle about in the grass field, hopping here and there, attempting to race eachother but getting distracted by butterflies and flowers along their path.

You were lying down on a blanket, basking under the warmth of the morning sun, a book in hand and a basket full of treats for you and your little babies. You enjoyed the breeze, the serenity of these mornings, the quiet and the slow; for you, it was perfect.

Cooing, you reach out a hand to your baby who sneezed, it seemed as if she was allergic to pollen, her pink snout twitches involuntarily. She leans into your touch, and you lift her up to your chest.

“It’s okay, bubba.” You utter, softly stroking her soft fur. Her blue eyes were watery, the cirulean blue akin to her father’s; yet, hers merely blinked up at you with parts reliance and innocence, so different to the shrewd and calculative of his. “We can’t play with those kind of flowers, but there are others; i know, honey. It’s itchy?” You tut, brushing her nose when her whole face twitches.

The twin, who had been curiously hopping after a colorful butterfly suddenly stilled, gazing faraway, to barely registered footsteps, his discerning ears perking up in attention. The ominous presence of something.. strong, had caused him to clamber back to his mother, tail tucked in between his legs.

Your head darts up to the door of the house, and you gazed at your baby who was shivering in freight. Bunnies are easily frightened, and when they’re still small and unable to shift into their human form; their bones brittle, and their autonomy limited until the age of two, they’re extremely delicate and sensitive.

Especially to sound, and their environment; the instinct of an animal, much more, one who have been hunted since eons ago such as bunnies, was heavily engraved into his consciousness.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” you gently coo, bringing him closer to your chest also. Allowing him to hear the thrum of your heartbeat, in hopes it will calm his erratic beating heart. “Mama’s here, i’ll protect you.” You whisper, placing a dainty kiss on each of their forehead. The trembling toned down a little, much to your relief.

“Trying to act tough, bunny?" His baritone voice held a tone of amusement, large frame coming into view, still decked in his navy blue tactical suit. Your breath hitched in your throat once you lay sight on his almost, lazy smile, clearly patronizing you; and your feeble attempt at protection.

He looked rough, yet not in an entirely bad way. Just that Steve left with a thin stubble framing his jaw, and his hair cut cleanly, into his smart and put together fashion; he looked the golden boy, the personification of true and honest american values.

But the month long mission had certainly, changed his appearance— his true disposition, a little more evident by the longer hair and thick beard that framed his face. He looked mean. Yet the mere sight of him had inevitably brought a shiver of want through your body.

“Daddy,” you whisper, stunned, pillowy lips parting in surprise at his arrival. You were expecting him a couple of weeks later, but things must have changed which made him arrive home early.

“No welcome kisses for daddy?” He raises a barely amused brow, expression shifting to stern, and despite yourself; you slowly rose, not before placing your little bunnies in the blanket, and whispering gentle words of comfort into their ears, and crept towards him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

He deepens it, the kiss quickly turning passionate and starved. He conveyed his yearning through the punishing brush of his lips to yours, hands finding purchase on the small of your waist in order to bring you closer. You whimper, and yelp once he squeezed the globes of your ass, yet he only took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth, sucking and tasting your mouth.

He only lets you go once you were breathless, eyes glossed over to his satisfaction. Steve rubs your lower lip, eyes roaming your face as he takes in your otherwordly beauty, noticing the lightness and glow of your visage. He has always thought you were breathtakingly gorgeous; and coupled with motherhood, your ever blossoming maternal instinct, that chipped at your defiance and made you his soft, pliable little bunny.

Steve knows knocking you up had been his best choice at keeping you; little bunnies like you, helpless and innocent, were made to bend over and take cock like a fucking pro— not wander around, nor integrate into society as something you, very clearly was not made for.

You were made for breeding, is what you were. A fertile little thing. An insatiable, needy little bunny that deserved to be stuffed full of his cum, until you’re swollen with his children. And again. And again, until you’re pathetic and begging with soft and musical cries that only every fueled his desire to fuck you until you’re passed out.

His cock strains painfully in his jeans, gaze flickering to your swollen breast; your pert nipples evident through the filmsy sundress, they were plump and round with milk, and heck, if he wasn’t already rock hard with just the sight of you. He places a lingering kiss on the swell of your breast, and your cheeks heated.

“Stevie,” you whine, placing a hand to his chest. “It tickles.” He chuckles.

“You’re too sensitive bunny,” Steve snorts, but relents. He has plenty of time to bother you later, now, however he glances behind you, and towards the huddled pair of his children. “What are you doing so far away?” His voice was gruff, and you saw the tremble wrack their little bodies.

They had always been afraid of Steve. Shaking whenever he touches them; whimpering whenever he’s near. It’s like your children knows to what extent, Steve’s nature and how truly sinister the huge man was.

“Daddy,” you utter with a silent reprimand, “Please don’t scare them.” You touch his chest.

His brow furrows, “They’re afraid of their own father?” Disappointment colors his tone, he had always been brash and domineering, indeed. But he’s tried several times to connect and bond with his children, but they were ultimately frightened of him for some unknown reason. He calls their names, “Come here.” He orders firmly.

You bite your lower lip, “Daddy.” You warn, eyes wide and pleading. You wish he was more tender, softer with them. They’re feeble, which your husband can’t seem to understand. “Gentler, please. Don’t call them as if you’re about to grab them by the skin of their neck and haul them.”

“Isn’t that what animals do, sweetheart?” He quips back, blue eyes narrowing. “Besides, i ought to teach them a little thing about what happens to children who disobey.”

“They’re still babies; they can’t understand alot.” You appease him softly, looking back at your children with encouraging eyes. “You have to comfort them, coax them. Be a little more patient, please, daddy.” You place a hand on his chest and blinked up at him with doe eyes. One you know he finds hard to resist.

Steve’s jaw clenches, the tough façade crumbling slowly. “They got that from you, little bunny. Always needing persuasion, promises; coaxing.” You hum and nuzzle your face into his chest, awarding the broad expanse of it with butterfly kisses and inhaling his scent. He smelled of rich cedarwood and pine, insanely addictive and for you, comforting.

“Come here,” He orders, a little softly now and you smile at him encouragingly. “Papa’s not mad, i promise. He just wants to kiss his babies.” Steve’s gruff voice utters, and he beckons the twins over with a wave of a hand. Once they were at arms reach, he bends down and lifts them up, pressing a kiss to their head.

“My bestest babies,” you whisper adoringly as you hug them inbetween the two of you. “So brave, and sweet.” You continue to whisper words of encouragement in their ears, the twins responding to you with wriggling movements, and rubbing up at you, while Steve watches with satisfaction and awe.

He truly made the right decision to making sure you’re well and truly his. Only his. Afterall, Steve Rogers does deserve a family of his own; he’s done so much for his country, fought and thrown himself on the line of his work just to make sure that the world remains at peace and he deserves his own piece of happiness.

Even if he had to steal you away. He will break you apart and build you up all over again if it meant he would have you. Steve will tear anyone, limb to limb if they dare to steal you away from him. So what if you had a life ahead of you? Did he not give you, your own piece the world; a nice beautiful house, a white picket fence, a large and expansive garden and every luxury you could ever think of. He satisfies your every need and whim; he fucks you good, he satiates you, he loves you. Steve loves you a fucking lot. Loves you that he will do anything for you— expcept let you go.

“I love you, daddy.” You murmur, reverently. It took alot to mold you into his perfect little wife, but everything was worth it when you look at him and tell him those perfect words.

“I love you, bunny.” He replies, equally reverent.

You’re his. But more evidently, he is yours.

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darkdarkstucky · 2 years

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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.

#stucky x reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #dark!stucky #dark!steve x reader #dark!bucky x reader #soft!dark steve rogers #soft!dark bucky barnes #daddy!bucky #daddy!steve #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #avengers x female!reader

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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Hey babe! I love your writing ❤️ can you do a daddy stucky and little reader blurb where the reader is playing or something and they fall and hit their head? Lots of fluff and little angst?

🤍 drabble daddy!stucky's little gets hurt and they comfort her

a/n: hii bubba i hooe you like this🥹🥹 i didn't get to work on it for too long but i still hope you enjoy it <33

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Where do you think you're going, little one?" Bucky laughed, chasing you around the living room.

You laughed along with him and kept running until you bumped into Steve, who scoop you up in his arms, "You little troublemaker, running away from your daddy isn't nice, sweetheart. It's not what good girls do."

You pout as soon as you hear it's not what good girls do. Steve says that way too often for your liking. Bucky chuckled as he noticed your pouting face, making you glare back at him.

"Come on, sweetheart, why don't you go give daddy a cuddle since you've been making him chase after you for a while, huh?" Steve carefully set you down and waited for you to go to Bucky. However, instead you just smiled and started to run away again.

But this time, you tripped over one of your stuffie friends and fell pretty hard on the ground. Steve and Bucky both quickly rushed over to you. You were still a bit shocked that you fell so you sat there frozen until you noticed Steve and Bucky both asking if you were okay. Their voices brought you back to reality and you immediately started crying, unsure what else to do.

Steve panicked as soon as you started crying. He hated seeing his girl in pain, and he absolutely hated seeing you cry. All he wanted to do was make you feel better in an instant.

Bucky, on the other hand, knew he had to remain calm for you even if he was panicking on the inside. He gently picked you up off the floor, and started patting your back softly, in attempt to calm you down. Eventually, your cries died down, and Bucky brought you over to the couch to ask you what hurts. You pointed at your knee, and Bucky moved your leggings up to get a better look at it. Thankfully there were no scrapes or anything of that sort.

Steve quickly followed you both, hugging you tightly as soon as Bucky put you down, "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, it'll be okay. Daddy is gonna make it all better, okay?"

You nodded and leaned into him, resting your head on his chest as you started to feel sleepy all of a sudden.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's get you upstairs for a little nap, okay?" Steve picked you up, holding you tightly in his arms, "Daddy isn't gonna let anything else hurt his angel, okay? My babygirl is gonna stay in my arms for a while so she doesn't get hurt again." Steve mumbled, letting her fall asleep on his shoulder as he carried you upstairs. Bucky just rolled his eyes as he listened to Steve fret over you.

#daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky x reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve x reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x little!reader #🤍 drabble #1k celebration #haley 1k celebration

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babyjakes · 4 months

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you all over me.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | double penetration

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.

word count | 1,386

an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.

Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.

But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.

They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.

As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"

"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.

"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.

And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.

Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.

"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.

"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.

"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."

"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"

Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.

"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."

Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.

Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.

"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.

"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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harrywavycurly · 11 days

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Summary: Eddie Munson has two problems, he is lonely and is tired of spending money on just himself. Lucky for Eddie his good friend Steve Harrington knows just the person to help solve these little problems, and of course that person would be you. You’re newly single after ending things with your loser ex boyfriend and Steve just wants you to experience the finer things in life for a change as well as seeing what it’s like to be treated with kindness and respect. You don’t really know Eddie and Eddie doesn’t really know you but one thing is for certain, he will make sure you get exactly what you deserve♥️

Pairing: Sugar Daddy Eddie Munson x fem!reader

CW: Mentions of a toxic past relationship, language and the briefest mentions of violence (Eddie has a temper)

Status: Ongoing

Tag List: Open

A/N: I wanted this series to be a little different and it will still be fluffy but will also include dealing with past relationship trauma✨

Instagrams: Here

Conversations: Here

Everything Else: Here

*you’ll find everything in the correct order below*

Part 1: Think About It

Part 2: Dave

Part 3: Start Small

Part 4: Overwhelmed

Part 5: Details

Part 6: Not Real

Part 7.1: Not Okay

Part 7.2: Up Late

Part 8: You Have Five

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marvelfanfics1 · 1 year

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Breathe With Me

Summary: You're having an asthma attack in the middle of the night and your daddies are quick to help and comfort you.

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, asthma attack, angst?, fluff

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Steve groaned when he got woken up by a noise he couldn't really figure out yet with how sleepy he was. He turned on his other side and could now hear that the noises came from the baby monitor.

He picked the device up and heard you coughing a few times, thinking you would settle down by yourself but the coughing didn't stop and he started to worry.

He started shaking Bucky awake when you started wheezing.

"Steve? What time is it?" Bucky mumbled into his pillow while Steve got up and made his way to your room.

Opening the door, he instantly rushed over to you when he saw how you were clawing at your chest, still coughing and wheezing.

"Deep breaths, sweetheart. Here just like daddy." he said and inhaled, you tried to do the same but you simply couldn't.

You shook your head while tears started to flow down your red cheeks. "Can't- breathe"

"Bucky! Get the inhaler!" he shouted and you jumped at the loud noise, your breathing getting shorter each second.

Your vision started to blur and your body swayed itself back and forth a little.

You could register Steve's and Bucky's worried voices, trying to reach out for one of them until you felt Bucky sitting behind you supporting your body while Steve held the inhaler against your lips.

You opened your mouth and tried to focus on your daddy. "Alright, three, two, one" he gave you one puff, sighing in relief when you started to calm down and gave you a second one just in case.

"There we go, in and out, that's our good girl" Bucky whispered in your ear, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

When you fully calmed down you wiped away the remaining tears and held one arm out again for Steve.

"M tired daddy." you mumbled and rubbed your eyes.

"I know sweetie. Let's go back to sleep, you can sleep in our bed tonight" he smiled and picked you up, carrying you to their bedroom while Bucky grabbed your favorite stuffie and one of your spare pacis.

Steve laid you back down in the middle of their bed, climbing in beside you and making sure you're all comfortable. Bucky soon joined you both, handing you your comfort items you instantly popped your pacifier in.

You sighed and started to close your eyes, feeling safe being squished between your big daddies and your legs tangled together.

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#little!reader #little reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve #daddy steve rogers #daddy steve x little reader #daddy steve

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babyhatesreality · 9 months

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Hey babes! Can you do a stucky mafia little reader where stucky and they reader are out at dinner or shopping and someone tries to attack them? The reader is ok but very shaken. 🥺

Fluff, angst, mentions of shock and doctors 🥺❤️

I love your page

Sure thing! And I love you back <3 Thank you for your patience, it means the world to me.

A/N- this is an AU outside of Katie Cat, and outside of my other series. I decided to try my hand at Dark Stucky for this one. This is a stand alone- and I'm excited to play in this sandbox for a minute, so thank you darling nonnie!

Down the Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Dark!Mafia!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: dark mafia Stucky, f! reader, severe Stockholm syndrome, Stucky both referred to as Daddy, pet names, reader is smaller than Stucky, language, an attack on all three, violence (not towards reader), shock, fear, angst, doctor talk, fluff.

"Mmmm," you couldn't help but say as you lingered on the last delicious bite of spaghetti. It was so rare that Steve and Bucky had a night away AND could take you out to dinner, that you'd almost forgotten what any other spaghetti other than Steve's tasted like. "It's so good."

"Good girl, you cleaned your plate. I'm proud of you," Steve said, the corner of his lip curling up in that smile that was almost a sneer, but you'd come to understand it meant he was pleased. You giggled and ducked your head, not wanting to admit that his praise in public made you feel all giddy.

"I think we should get the tiramisu to go. It's getting near your bedtime, little one," Bucky said, looking at his expensive diamond-encrusted watch. He chuckled when you pouted. "Now, now. None of that or we don't do this again." You instantly wiped the pout off your face. You couldn't remember the last time you'd actually gotten to leave the mansion for a date night with your daddies, and you weren't about to jeopardize that. Seeing the pout gone, Bucky purred. "That's better. Now let's go."

A waitress handed Steve a to-go bag with a large piece of the dessert in it as you all were heading out the door. You were surprised when you realized that neither Steve nor Bucky had paid, and couldn't help but look behind you as you all were exiting. "What's the matter, Princess?" Steve asked, taking a firm hold of your hand. "What's wrong?"

"Don't...don't we have to give monies to the people for making us food?" you whispered, a little afraid that this was going to be one of those questions that got your daddies mad when you asked it. But this was the exact opposite. Steve squeezed your hand a bit, and Bucky quickly took you other hand and kissed it as you all walked down the street to where Sam had parked the car a few blocks away.

"Look at our sweet little girl, Buck, making sure all her people are taken care of," Steve said, grinning at Bucky and then down at you. "Seems like she picked up a thing or two from the business."

"It's okay, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy and I know the people that run this place. They make us food for free, whenever we want," Bucky said, smiling down indulgently at you.

"Oh. That's nice of them!"

"Did you like going to that place?"

"It was...nice. The food was way yummy. There was lots of people there."

"Was that too many people, honey?"

"Um...it's okay. Just not used to anybody but Daddies."

"Well, how about we all go back home and it can be just Daddies again?"

"Yeah!" you cheered, relieved. It was weird being around people again- you weren't sure that you liked it. You hadn't been around that many people since your Daddies saved you from your boring life to make you their Princess. It had taken a long time, but now you couldn't live without them.

The three of you turned into an alley. Normally, it would have terrified you to walk down a place like this, but with both of your daddies holding your hands, you knew you had nothing to fear.

Suddenly, you heard a deep voice behind you. "Stay right where you are. Don't move."

Ignoring the voice's orders, both Bucky and Steve whipped around instantly. Steve forcefully shoved you behind him. Afraid, you buried your face in the back of his jacket and tried not to make a sound. As you did when you were home and their work people came over, you stayed silent, like a good girl does.

"Give me your wallets and no one gets hurt," the voice said, low and gruff. Bucky let out a bark of a laugh as Steve stepped forward.

"Oh, son. You have no idea what you've just done, do you?" Steve said lightly, but you could hear the undercurrent of violence in his tone. You felt Steve's arms shove aside his jacket lapels, but the next thing you knew, Bucky had you up against the brick wall of the alleyway. Everything got really loud really fast. You turned your head in terror to make sure Steve was okay, but Bucky forcefully grabbed your chin in his hand and made you look at him.

"Eyes on me, Princess," he commanded, and you obeyed instantly. "Good girl. You remember our codes?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Rabbit hole. Quick like a bunny. Go." He let your chin go and stepped towards Steve, leaving you alone with your orders.

After Steve and Bucky had rescued you and you'd grown accustomed to this new life, they had drilled code words into you in case of situations like this. "Rabbit Hole" and "Quick like a bunny" were codes for find a place to hide as fast as you can, and don't move until they come to get you.

You looked for a safe hiding space, just like Steve had taught you to, and found a slight notch in the brickwork of the alley- just large enough to hold a dumpster. You ran into it as fast as you could, squeezing yourself in between the dumpster and the wall. You huddled down, hands over your ears and eyes squeezed shut, pretending you were a rabbit in a hole, just like they taught you. Your hands over your ears mostly muffled the shouts, the grunts, and the loud bang. Then everything was silent.

After a couple minutes, you felt three taps on your arm. You opened your eyes to see Bucky kneeling in front of you, smiling. You peeled your hands from your ears just in time to hear him say "Good girl."

You flung yourself into his arms, sobbing and scared. He picked you up, balancing you on his hip, as you cried into his shoulder. He gently kissed the top of your head before pulling his phone out and making a call. Less than a minute later, Sam came barreling into the alley. Without a word, Bucky passed you to him and walked towards Steve.

You started crying even more hysterically. "No, Daddy, please don't go!" you wailed, trying to stretch out of Sam's arms to get to them.

"Hey," Steve's voice cut in sternly. You instantly stopped squirming, knowing better than to push Steve when he was angry. Seeing that you were behaving the way he wanted you to, Steve turned his attention back to what was left of the would be attacker. Sam pressed your face into his shoulder so you wouldn't look, and you stayed right there, unable to control your trembling.

A couple phone calls later and the situation was resolved. Your cries had quieted to occasional hiccups, but you were trying your hardest to be quiet and good, just like they wanted you to be. When you felt Steve's strong hands lift you out of Sam's arms though, you turned with lightning speed and latched onto him.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, Princess, Daddy is here now," he said in a much softer and more soothing voice that before. You sniffled a little.

"Daddy?" you whispered, looking up at him. He smiled softly at you.

"Hey there, Princess," he said, rubbing his nose against yours. You sighed in relief, and returned the butterfly kiss, before turning your head to look for Bucky. You didn't have to look far- Bucky was right behind Steve, smiling from ear to ear at you.

"Princess, tell Daddy what you just did," Bucky said proudly, lightly punching Steve in the back to get him to listen up.

"Runned to be a rabbit in a hole, like Daddy said to," you explained carefully, wanting to make sure you didn't mess it up. Steve's smug smile grew.

"Yeah? You were in a rabbit hole like Daddy told you to be?" Steve said proudly. "Well, how about that. You must have been a very brave little girl to be such a good bunny when the mean man came." At the mention of the attacker, you began to shake again.

"Shh, it's okay Sweet Cheeks, we're here and the bad man is gone. He didn't hurt us and he can't hurt you," Bucky crooned softly, stroking your cheek with his finger. But you couldn't stop shaking.

"Boss, you want me to call the doctor to come check her out?" Sam asked gruffly, seeing you beginning to tremble again.

"No! No doctor!" you whimpered before burying yourself in Steve's shoulder. You heard a smack and turned your head to see Sam holding the back of his head and looking annoyed, while Bucky stood next to him, fuming.

"Idiot, you know she hates doctors," Bucky hissed at their second in command.

"Sorry, sorry," Sam apologized, before looking at you. "Sorry, Princess."

"Is okay, Sammy. Thank you for...for helping me." You didn't really want to thank Sam for holding you back while your daddies were taking care of their business, but Steve and Bucky were very strict about manners and you knew they would want you to thank Sam. You were rewarded with kisses from the both of them, on either side of your head.

"Good manners, Princess," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's go home. And see? Daddy didn't even let the bad man get our dessert. Let's go watch a movie and eat it before bed, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go out to dinner, hm?"

"I'll do anything you want, as long as I can stay with you and Daddy forever."

"Good girl. That's what we want to hear."

#daddy!bucky #daddy bucky #daddy stucky #daddy!stucky #daddy!steve #daddy steve #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy stucky x little reader #mafia!stucky #mafia!stucky x little reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy bucky x little reader

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angelbaby-fics · 1 year

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Hehe I noticed!! I’ve been wanting to request this for a while 🙈 I’ve entertained the idea, pre serum daddy Steve, but when he comes back to his little his post serum Steve and he helps his little try and understand why he was gone and what happened. I loved you’re latest fic btw 💕

Butterfly

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Oh wow this is SUCH a sweet concept & I hope I've done it some angsty-fluffy justice!! Its rather similar to an idea I've had for a while where modern era little finds Steve's old pictures and is amazed that he used to be so tiny 😮 Maybe I'll write that as a sibling to this! Also I know this is not really how things went in the movie considering, you know, the world war going on, but who cares!! This is my fic, I make my own timeline!! Enjoy dear 💕💕

Daddy’s coming home.

After what felt like eons alone at the apartment while Steve underwent his procedure, he was finally fully recovered and coming back home. With Bucky already off fighting abroad, you’d had nobody to take care of you while Steve was gone, so you’d had to stay big all week. You were excited for Steve, that he’d been given this incredible opportunity and finally been allowed to join the army, but you couldn’t deny that you were excited to have him back. Days of acting as the adult while simultaneously fretting over Steve’s wellbeing, you were ready to finally let yourself be his little baby again.

As the hour drew nearer, you found yourself getting smaller and smaller the more excited you got. You didn’t know what sort of state Steve would be in after such an experimental procedure, so you’d tried your best to keep the apartment tidy for his return, and by the time you were finished dusting, you were just about ready to dive headfirst into little space. You were pacing back and forth across the carpet, fiddling with your fingers and chewing on your shirt sleeve, when you finally heard the long awaited familiar sound of Steve’s key in the lock. Your head perked up and you ran to the doorway, practically vibrating with anticipation at seeing your favorite person in the world again.

Except, the man that entered your apartment was NOT Steve Rogers.

At least, not the one you knew. Your Steve was small - pocket sized as you liked to call him. You could look him right in the eyes and hold his hand whenever you walked without having to reach up. This man nearly filled the door frame, blocking out the afternoon sun with his figure. The light cast his face in shadows, and you could barely make out his features. You shrinked back from the doorway with trepidation and fear as the man crouched towards you.

“Hey baby, don’t be scared please,” you heard him say in a voice that sounded like Steve, but different, like it was rumbling from deeper inside. “It's me. It’s daddy.”

As he knelt in front of you, his features came into focus, and you saw a face that looked like Steve’s. But you just couldn’t believe it. You were already so little and sensitive, you weren’t ready to take in his new appearance, this new situation you found yourself in. So you ran.

You ran down the hall into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Steve stood in the doorway, still as a statue. He hoped you wouldn’t react like this, but he knew you might. He knew how different everything had become in such a short amount of time. He knew that even though he was still the same man inside, that on the outside, he was almost unrecognizable. After the stress of procedure, testing, recovery, and the general 360 his life had taken, all Steve wanted was to cuddle you like he always did when one of you had a bad day, so he set out to follow you.

You were huddled under your blanket when you heard the knock on your door, and Steve’s deep voice followed.

“Baby, I know I look different, and you have every right to be hesitant. I just want you to know that it's still me in here, it's still your same old Stevie, okay? And I’ll be out here with open arms whenever you’re ready to see me again. I love you, angel.”

And with that, he retreated to his own room to unpack.

You stayed there curled up on your bed for hours, you lost track after you fell asleep and woke up to the sun fully set and the house shrouded in silence. Upon waking, you found yourself even smaller than you’d been earlier, your body and mind fully cemented in your coping mechanism for your protection. You squeezed your most precious stuffy to your chest, but all you really wanted now was Steve. Even the shirt you’d taken from his room after he left and wrapped around your pillow was starting not to smell like him anymore. You needed the real thing.

Is that really who was out there in the living room? Was the man who knocked on your door and told you he loved you really the same Steve that had left the apartment just days prior? He sounded an awful lot like Steve; you hadn’t gotten as good of a look at his face as you’d liked, but he sure looked like Steve too. Maybe it really was him. Maybe… there was only one way to find out.

Throwing off the blanket, you hesitantly tiptoed out of bed and quietly snuck towards your door, stuffy still clutched tightly in one hand. Opening the door, you made your way to the living room, where you saw the Big Steve Man sound asleep on the couch. That's when you really recognized him, his face relaxed, his body still curled up as if he didn’t take up the entire couch now anyways. His rhythmic breathing and faint snore was the soundtrack to every one of your dreams, you knew it better than anything in the world. So suddenly, you felt safe with this man, who you were now approximately 99% sure was indeed your Steve. You just needed him to pass one more test.

“Um.. hello daddy,” you whispered tentatively, which was surprisingly enough to rouse the large man.

He blinked his eyes a few times in the dark room, still not used to how well he could see now, and you quickly came into his focus. He wanted to scoop you up right then and there, smother you in kisses, and never let you go, but he knew to take things slowly now.

“Hello baby,” he said softly.

“It’s really you in there?” You asked quietly.

“It’s really me, baby. I promise.”

You slowly stepped towards him once, twice, until you were close enough to reach your free hand out to him, which he took in his. Even though his grasp now completely enveloped your entire hand, it was that same soft skin you knew and loved. Finally, you looked up into his unmistakable blue eyes, eyes you’d lost yourself in countless times, eyes that could pull you back from the brink of despair with just one glance. Yes, there he was. It was just like when you’d learned about how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly, they change their appearance, but retain the same heart and soul they’d been all along. That was Steve now, your butterfly.

“Do you want me to tell you all about it?” He asked, but you shook your head.

“Not yet. Just wanna cuddle with daddy,” you whispered, and as you let yourself fall into his open arms, Steve smiled. Just like he would always be your daddy, you would always be his little baby.

#little!reader #marvel agere #cg!steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy!steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x little!reader #agere fic #chloe's fic

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luviebuuggie · 1 year

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AI Written Short Story <3

So i was playing around with an AI chat, and I gave it the prompt of "Could you write a short story where Bucky is your caregiver, and he takes care of you while you're sick?" and here is what it wrote lol :)

Also not sure why it named reader Emily but well go with it haha

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Emily who was feeling very sick. She had a fever, a cough, and a runny nose. Her parents had to go to work and they couldn't stay home to take care of her, so they called Bucky, their trusted caregiver.

Bucky was a kind and gentle man, and he loved taking care of children. When he arrived, Emily was lying in bed, wrapped in blankets and feeling miserable. Bucky sat down next to her and asked her how she was feeling.

"I don't feel good," Emily said, her voice weak.

Bucky nodded sympathetically. "I know, but don't worry, I'm here to take care of you. First, we need to get your temperature down." He took out a thermometer and gently placed it in Emily's mouth.

While they waited for the thermometer to beep, Bucky sang Emily a lullaby. When the thermometer beeped, he checked it and said, "You have a fever, but don't worry, we'll make you feel better."

He brought Emily a glass of water and a bowl of soup. "You need to stay hydrated and get some nutrition," he said. Emily sipped on the water and ate a few spoonfuls of soup.

Bucky stayed with Emily all day, reading her stories, playing games with her, and taking her temperature regularly. He made sure she took her medicine on time and stayed comfortable.

By the end of the day, Emily was feeling much better. Her fever had gone down, and she was no longer coughing or sneezing as much. She hugged Bucky tightly and thanked him for taking such good care of her.

Bucky smiled and said, "Anytime, little one. I'm always here to take care of you." And with that, he said goodbye and promised to visit again soon. Emily went to sleep feeling safe and loved, knowing that she had the best caregiver in the world.

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idk it was kind of cute haha :) plus I love that it added the nickname "little one" LIKE WHERE did it get that? it must've searched through Tumblr LOL 🤍🫶🏼 anyway thought this was cute n wanted to share ☺️

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romanestuffsposts · 5 months

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Hi! I like your stucky x little stories. And I was wondering If I can make a request?

Maybe the reader got into trouble and the and bucky and Steve are extra mad at her and punish her. And when they come check in her, she avoids them for a long time, even if they aren’t mad anymore.

I like these sorts of stories of yours, but I feel like they get off to easy (in my opinion). So, maybe some extra angst for them cause I’m not the kind of kilter that forgive easily.

Hi there love! 💜

Yes I know some of you don’t like when it’s too much while others want to see more so don’t hesitate to ask! I’m here to write what you wanna see! ❤️

I hope you like how I wrote it, sweetie! <3

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : snapping, argument, yelling, cries, punishment, apologise, making up, comfort, mad, pet name

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you just wanted to relax after a day inside

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You just got out of work, it’s the end of the day and you’re surprisely still in a good mood. You were inside a little room the entire day and feel like you hadn’t seen the world today so you decide to walk through the parc on your way home.

It’ll take you more time to go home but at least you would’ve clear your mind in the nature.

You hadn’t saw the time passing as you sat on a bench to watch little ducks on the water in front of you. It’s been already two hours that you finished your work and you hadn’t said anything to anyone as to where you were.

You decide to cut your walk short and go back home, you have the rest of the week home so you’ll have lots of time to come to the parc.

Not too long after leaving the parc, you open the door and step inside of your house. You thought you’ll be greeted by the smell of food or at least your men but none of those are home apparently. You don’t see their shoes inside nor their coat so you assume they’re still at work or something.

You decide to go relax in a warm bath, you put in your favorite soap and don’t lose a time before stepping inside. You groan at the hot water that’s warming up your cold body.

You enjoy your bath for a long and when you get out, your Daddies still aren’t home. You decide to call Sam to ask if they’re almost finish with work and when this one answer the phone after the first ring, you hear relief in his voice

‘’You’re home ? Please tell me you’re home little bird ?’’ He asks. You frown and explain that it’s been an hour now that you’re home and you wanted to know if their work will take them times or if you could prepare dinner.

You don’t really understand what happened after, you just know that Sam screams at someone that you were home and then there were nobody behind the call anymore.

A few minutes later you hear the door opening violently and loud and quick steps on the ground. You watch as your Daddies run toward you and it doesn’t take long for them to wrap their arms around you and hold you tight against them.

Their heartbeats were really fast and they felt out of breath, what happened ?

Before you could even ask questions, your Daddy pulls back, keep an hold on your shoulders with his hands and stare down at you with many emotions in his eyes that you don’t understand

‘’Where the hell were you ?’’ His voice is harsh and it made you flinch, you didn’t noticed they were mad at you ‘’do you know what a phone is used for ?? It’s for when you’re going to be late at home. You text, call or send an email, I don’t fucking care but you tell us that you’ll be late’’ he practically yells now.

‘’You know how worry we were ?’’ Your Papa adds ‘’it’s been hours that we’re looking for you outside. We disturbed the entire city just because you can’t using your goddamn phone!’’

You open your mouth to talk but nothing comes out, you know what you want to say. You didn’t wanted to worry them, you just needed to be outside a little and got lost in time. You wanted to apologies because you know you’re in the wrong here but it’s like the words are stuck in your throat.

‘’Next time think less about yourself and text us so we don’t worry’’ your Daddy snaps making you tear up.

Were you selfish ?

You really did worry them but that was an accident. You didn’t mean to.

‘’Go to your room’’ your Daddy says, his voice is calm now but he sounds really disappointed and it made things worst.

‘’But Daddy I-‘’ he cuts you off with a harsh movement to melt you stop walking to him ‘’I said go to your room. Do you understand or do we have to explain how to go upstairs in silence like we have to taught you respect ?’’ He snaps again this time.

You swallow your pain and go upstairs, they watch you until you close your door.

You look around your room and shiver in fear, it’s been a few nights now that you don’t sleep here because one night you had a nightmare and you are scared to be in this room alone.

And he knew that but he still sent you here.

You had spent the evening and the night in your room. They brought you dinner but they didn’t even glance at you or dried your tears. They just give you your food, your water and they came to get it back.

Not even a good night kiss or a glance of reassurance. You had to fall asleep with the only comfort of the memories of the little bird singing in the parc earlier.

The next morning you woke up with a note on your nightstand, they had to go to work but they wrote that the punishment was over and that you did good. They said they loved you and that they’ll be back later.

Seeing this writing instead of hearing it from their mouths feel fake. It feels like they didn’t meant it. You throw away the paper and walk downstairs, a second note in the kitchen tells you that they left your favorite breakfast for you in the fridge. They tell you a second time that they loved you before signing.

You don’t touch the breakfast, you take a glass of water and go in the couch. You spent your whole day laying in the couch and thinking about yesterday. To make it short, you had a bad day.

You wanted to go outside but since how it ended up yesterday you decide to not take the risk.

After a few hours you hear the front door opening and closing. Before you can see them entering fully in the house you get up from the couch and run upstairs.

You know it’s your Daddies but you don’t wanna see them just yet. You need to show them that you’re still mad.

What hurt you the most is not the fact that they yelled at you, you understood that they were scared and worried and from all of their emotions mixed up together they ended up yelling but you knew they were more relieved than angry.

But what if something really happened to you ? What if you were lost or what if you were held something against your will ? What you needed wasn’t hearing scream, what you needed was comfort if that happened. They didn’t even asked.. that’s what hurt you the most.

You close the door shut and sit on your desk to keep drawing your draw. After some minutes you hear a knock on your door. You don’t answer which cause you to hear a second one ‘’sweetie ?’’

‘’No’’ you say loud enough for them to hear. You don’t hear anything after so you thought they left but after some second of silence they knock again ‘’please baby, can we talk ?’’

‘’no’’ you say again, going back to your drawing. You hear muffled talk and then nothing. You sigh in relief that they respect you by letting you alone like you asked.

You almost finish your drawing when it’s dinner time and you at the same time, you hear knock again ‘’sweetie ?’’ Your Papa gently says

‘’We- dinner is ready’’ he waits for a second to see if you’re gonna say something but when it’s silence, he talks again ‘’we made your favorite food’’

After minutes of nothing, he was going to leave even tho he doesn’t like the fact that you don’t wanna eat but he hears and sees the door of your room opening.

You don’t look at him nor speak to him, you walk past him and down the hallway. You make your way downstairs, followed by your Papa. Your Daddy is waiting on his seat and his eyes light up when he sees you, he thought you wouldn’t got out of your room but apparently you’re too hungry for that.

You do the same to him that you did to your Papa, you don’t give him attention. You grab your plate, put food in it and then go back upstairs to your room.

You know your Daddies don’t like it when you eat upstairs but today you don’t care. You thought they would’ve said something to you about it but you hear nothing.

After eating you lie in bed and close your eyes.

Gentle touch are felt on your scalp causing you to coming back to reality. It took you a moment but you finally opened your eyes.

You turn around and see your Daddies sitting on your bed. You turn back around as soon as you see them and get up from bed quickly.

You hear your Daddies standing up too as you approach the door ‘’wait please’’ the sad voice of your Daddy make you stop. You’re facing the door but you stopped walking.

‘’We’re sorry about yesterday’’ he says ‘’we were worried sick from the second we saw you weren’t at home and when we couldn’t find you we-‘’ he takes a shaky breath ‘’I thought my heart was ripping apart’’

You look down but keep your eyes wide open as you listen to them talking. "we shouldn't have yelled at you yesterday but we didn't thought about our reaction, we just let all out and i think we wanted you to understand how we felt."

"but it was in a bad way" your Papa adds after your Daddy "we should've said it in another way. We're sorry we went too far and yelled like that, we're really really sorry"

Nobody talk for some seconds but then you start to turn around, with tears in your eyes. They stand up and go to comfort you but stop because they don't know if they can come to you or not

"can we... can we hug you ?" your Daddy asks with an hesitant voice "please" your Papa adds.

You stroke your eyes causing the tears to fall and lift your arms up, nodding your head.

The next second, you feel two pairs of arms wrapping around you and you feel nothing else but the warmth of their bodies and the comfort they send to you.

"what were you doing before coming back home yesterday ?" Your Daddy asks as he stokes your hair.

"Parc. Watching bird" your mumble, as you snuggle closer into them.

"you want to go back to the parc tonight ? We can grab some bread to give to birds and ducks if we saw them" Your Papa proposes.

You sniff and nod your head, you wanted to go back there all day and maybe going back with them can be as relaxing a than going alone.

"Alright, let's get prepared then" Your Papa kisses your forehead and helps you standing up "we can even go take a breakfast outside, what do you say ?"

You nod your head and take their hands in yours to lead them toward your closet to get prepared. It'll be a great day, you're sure about that fact.

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