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BBY YES. I’m a curvy girl too and MY GAWD boxer daddy dom losing a match or having a rough match and taking it out on the reader is just *chefs kiss* boxer Steve has NO issue lifting us plus size girlies and taking us against a wall 🤤 I just love your writing and I think you doing boxer Steve would be AMAZING

In Your Corner (Boxer Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Boxer Steve invaded my dreams and now consumes my waking life. Fuck I need him. Lol.

I hope I did your ask justice!

Warnings: Daddy Dom Boxer Steve and Plus Size Sub Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT and angst, hella dirty talk, degradation (slightly), spanking, choking, pinching, rough play for sure, there's no details of the fight but there are mentions of the aftermath, slight bullying at the beginning with Steve's friends. I think that's it.

Word Count: 4449

Steve’s eyes focused on his coach in front of him as he danced around the man preparing to swing. You absolutely loved watching him train right before a fight. He was always dedicated to the craft but he became more determined right before and the passion drove you wild. 

When you both attended high school together, he always seemed like a douchebag with his “King Steve” status. You ran in a different circle, which was mostly any circle that wasn’t the popular kids. They always found ways of making fun of you because you had a little more meat on your bones than they did. You did take note at the time that Steve never taunted you with them but he never stopped them either. 

“Fuck off, Steve Harrington.”

“Hey, would you just relax?! I just wanted to come apologize for Tommy and them. You’re not a pig and you’re definitely not ugly.”

“Wow, thanks for that. Now I can die happy. If you will excuse me, I have to go find my journal and put our initials together in hearts.”

As you turned to walk away, his hand shot out to grip your arm, tugging you back towards the concrete wall. 

“Would you wait a minute! I’m…I’m trying to tell you something here. I…I’m not like them. I want to get to know you better.”

Your sarcastic laugh lights a fire in his eyes that you would later come to fall in love with. 

“Steven, whether you like it or not, you are exactly like them. You laugh along with them and don’t stop them from being mean to people. You hang out with them and give them your time like they matter. I imagine your dad is the same with colleagues; pretending that he cares about stupid, menial bullshit just to fit in.”

His head ticked to the side at your comparison to his father as you stepped closer to his towering frame. 

“You want to get to know me better? Become a real man and stand up for yourself. BE yourself.”

After that moment, he completely changed, disconnecting from his friends, and focusing on other things. You found him in the library a few times scanning certain books or at the computer looking up videos. After graduation, he disappeared before finally resurfacing a year later at a party one of your old high school friends was hosting. 

At the time, you had a date on your arm but as soon as Steve entered the room it was like no one was there except for you and him. His smile was brighter and he had a lot more muscle than you remember him having especially in his arms. When his beautiful brown irises met yours, you knew it was all over. You’d do anything for him, all he had to do was ask. You tried playing coy, you really did; smirking salaciously in his direction or crossing and uncrossing your legs a bit wider than normal to display the red silk panties underneath. 

When all he would do in return is tilt his head and grin at you, it riled you up, huffing as you stomped away to the bathroom. Before you could do anything about it, Steve followed you in, attaching his lips to yours as he quite literally ripped your panties of your body. You marveled at his strength as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter and sunk his admittedly large cock into your cunt. 

“Oh my god, Steve. So—f-fuck—so deep.”

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is just making a mess, you’re so wet.” He grabbed your hair and forced you look between your bodies. “Look at how you just fucking coat my dick.” Once he felt like you had gotten a good enough look, he pressed your face into his shoulder as he thrust his hips faster into yours. “That’s right, honey. Fucking—mmm—fucking hold on to Daddy while I make you cum.”

Your pussy clenched tighter around him at the name and he grunted at the feeling. 

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl? God, you feel so fucking good. Cum on Daddy’s cock, Y/N.”

Your nails dug into the shirt on his back as the coil snapped and you whimpered into his chest. 

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Such a good girl coming hard like that.”, he murmured. One of his palms landed flat beside you as the other clung to your lower back as rolled his hips. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Steve wasn’t asking; he was telling you what he was about to do and at that moment you really didn’t care. The hand on the counter flew up to grip your throat, pushing you back against the mirror as he roughly pumped his seed into your body.

When he released you from his hold and helped clean you up, you half expected him to leave you there alone in the bathroom, walking back out into the party as a satisfied man. Instead, he took your hand and guided you towards his BMW offering to buy you dinner. 

That night he told you where he had been and what he had been up to. Steve left Hawkins to train and study boxing. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing this was the same kid who lost almost every fight in school. He smirked in your direction as if he could read your mind and invited you to his next fight which was just outside of town. 

Watching him up there as he fought was a unique experience to be sure. He changed before your eyes into this more confident, determined man as he focused on his opponent and swung his arms. After winning, you brought him back to your apartment where you two barely even made it in the door before you were climbing on top of him.

“Can I ask you something?”, you asked and he answered with a soft but exhausted hm. “What triggered this? What made you say, ‘I’m going to leave Hawkins and get hit in the face for a living’?”

Steve rolled onto his side to face you as he reached out to brush some stray hair out of your face. 

“Short answer…you.”

“And the long answer?”

“When you compared me to my dad and talked about me trying to impress those other assholes, it triggered something in me. I definitely don’t want to become my dad and I hated the way you looked at me when you said I was just like those other kids. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I did some research and came across boxing. Y/N, you have no idea how liberating it was for me when I threw that first punch and hit the bag in front of me.”

Your fingers tenderly caressed his face as his own hand slid down your back to bring you closer to him. 

“I always thought about you. I told myself whenever I came back here my first goal was to find you and FINALLY get to know you better.”, he chuckled.

You smiled as you blushed as his words. “What if I had been with someone!?”

“Pfft. Then I would fight him.” Steve leaned back and pretended to box the air making you laugh.

“Or what if I saw you and I was like ‘Ew. Look at the god-awful Steve Harrington! With the muscles and the pretty hair. Ugh!” His lips cut you off mid-cackled as he rolled his body on top of yours. 

“Then I’d fight for you. You’re mine, pretty girl.” The way his eyes were penetrating yours had you shiver at the intensity. His face hovered as his nose grazed the tip of your own. “Can you say it for me, honey?”, he whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he trailed kisses down to your neck. 

“I belong to you.”, you moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Mmm…you belong to who, baby girl?”

“I belong to Daddy.”

Three years had passed since then and you couldn’t be happier or prouder of everything Steve had accomplished. Next Friday was supposed to be a big fight. If he won, it would lead to more eyes on him which in turn would lead to more revenue. 

“Hey, Y/N. How are you doing today, angel.”

“I’m good, Jimmy. How are you?”, you beam at his coach. 

“Oh, never better, baby. Never better.” As you climb up the ropes to hang over the ring, Steve hastily runs over to you as he pulls off one of his gloves and helps you into the area. “Do you want some gloves, missy? Give Steve here some real competition.”

You giggle as your boyfriend tilts your head up for a kiss. “God, no. He’d knock me out in a second.”

“What’s the matter, honey? Scared?”, Steve teases. 

You playfully glare at him as Jimmy brings you some gloves that are your size and places you across from him. You both do the gloved fist bump you’ve seen him do with opponents numerous times and take your stance. 

Steve smirks as you circle around each other and after a few moments you take your first swing that he swiftly blocks. Both your moves at each other are light and joking, not in any way meant to harm. 

“That’s good, baby girl. You have to twist your arm a bit more.” You concentrate as he shows you the move and once you follow through, he claps his gloves together making you smile with pride. “That’s my girl!”

You grin as you fall into his chest and he pretends to fall over bringing you down with him. 

“Let’s hope you do better than that on Friday, yeah?”, Jimmy asks as Steve nods. “Alright, I’m out of here. Harrington, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our last training session and talk strategy for the fight, alright?”

“Thanks, Jim!”

“You are…disgustingly sweaty.”

Steve turns his attention back to you as you lean forward to grab his wrists and remove his gloves. 

“Yet you’re still on top of me.”

“I’m doing it to hide the gigantic erection in your shorts right now.”, you whisper.

“Hey, it’s not my fault when you walk into the room, I get all hot and bothered.” Once his hands are free, he rests one on your thigh as the other comes up to caress your cheek. “Did you have a good day today?”

“I did. My boss was only half an idiot today.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to him?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.” You grin leaning down so your lips are just above his own. “I can handle one stupid, ignorant man.”

“I know you can, sweetheart. I just hate the way he talks to you. He better hope he doesn’t say any bullshit in front of me.”

“Oh, big tough Daddy. I like it.” 

Steve smiles as his hand glides to the back of your neck and roughly brings your face closer to his. “You know you love when Daddy takes care of you.”

You bite your bottom lip as he begins grinding hips up against your own. 

“Do you wanna take care of Daddy while he takes a shower? Say it.”, he commands when you nod your head.

“I want to take care of you. Please, Daddy. Let me help you relax.”

His grin grows as you both rise to your feet and he helps you down from the ring. As soon as his feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms, and you giggle as he carries you into the empty locker room. 

############

The night of the fight came and Steve was more than ready. You stayed by his side until exactly an hour before he was meant to exit to the ring, kissing his lips before hugging him tightly to you. 

“Good luck, baby. You got this.”

He curtly nodded as you gave him one last comforting smile. You understood he had a process and this was usually how he was before a fight. He was zoned in and prepared, ready to take on the world. 

As the ushers walked you to your seat in the front, you froze when you saw who was sitting beside you. 

“Hey, Y/N! How are you, sweetheart?”, Mrs. Harrington cooed as she got to her feet to give you a hug. 

“I’m…I’m good. What are you two doing here?”

“This is a big fight, right? I don’t know why my son didn’t invite us. ‘You can watch it on TV he says.’”, Mr. Harrington rolls his eyes.

As the announcer began to speak, you panickily looked around, trying to figure out what you should do. He never had his phone on him on nights like this and the match was about to start so you couldn’t go back to the locker room. 

Please don’t let him notice them.

Steve entered the ring with his usual bout of confidence that made you swoon. You continued to pray as you watched them introduce him and rattle off some of his stats. His eyes found yours for a moment before he looked beside you. Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you watched this version of him and the high school version have their own fight within his beautiful, brown orbs as they noticed his father. 

When his focus shifted back to you, you silently mouthed that you loved him, and again he nodded before the match finally began. 

***

Steve angrily stalked into the apartment you two shared and headed for the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and filling it with the hardest liquor there was. Your eyes carefully watched him as he moved about, finally stomping outside onto the patio, and lighting a cigarette. 

Nights after a lost match were always the worst, you never knew how he was going to behave. Sometimes he would do like he had just done and sit outside for hours smoking and drinking till he passed out on the furniture. Other times, he would take that anger out on you and you allowed it. You allowed him to be rough with you in bed till you both were fully spent. Even when he was upset, he needed to make you feel good to. 

More than anything you just hated how hard he was on himself. He always gave 110% in everything he did but it wasn’t enough for him. If he lost at something he was a failure and there was nothing you could say or do to make him feel otherwise. 

Normally, you left him to his thoughts but you couldn’t do that tonight. You knew he was in a lot of pain, not just physically but emotionally as well. Slowly, you stepped outside and tiptoed to the other chair that was next to him. 

Steve was leaning back lazily with his legs stretched all the way out as he held the cold glass to the bandage just above his eye. Occasionally, he brought the cigarette to his busted lip before dangling it back over the arm of the patio chair. 

“Baby…”

“Go away, Y/N.”

You heavily exhale as you try again. “Sweetheart, you did really well. Don’t let your dad or anyone else make you feel like you didn’t do a good job.” As you spoke, he casually got up, tossing his cigarette, and walked back inside. “There will be other fights like this one.”

“Y/N, I’m only going to say it one more time. Get…away…from…me.”

“No.” His head leaned to the side at your answer. “Baby, everything’s going to be okay.”

Steve sarcastically chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before abruptly raising his arm and violently throwing his glass against the adjacent wall. 

“You wanna play, baby girl. Let’s play. First off, fuck you. Don’t stand there and pretend like you understand anything when it comes to boxing or my job, alright? You are my girlfriend not my coach or my manager. Your job is to stand by my side and shut the fuck up while I do what I need to do.”

Oh, that’s how he wants to play tonight? He had just entered another ring and you were the challenger. He needed to spar with you and he knew you were a worthy opponent. You knew how to challenge him and you didn’t take his attitude or temper lying down. He needed you to put him in his place so he could properly put you in yours. 

“Secondly, we needed this fucking win tonight. You like this apartment, the pool, that fucking outfit you’re wearing? All of that cost money, Y/N.”

“I see…so this is all my fault? I’m the one that wants expensive things apparently? I’m not some gold-digging trophy wife, Steve. I work and I help pay for things around here. I have never once asked you to buy me anything extravagant because I don’t fucking need it. And yes, I am your girlfriend but I actually fucking listen to you when you talk. You will have more fights. If you wanted a girl who would be silent and just swipe your credit card, you should have looked somewhere else!”

He fumed as you yelled at him, his fists clenching by his side as he listened and his angry eyes never leaving yours. You pointed your finger in his face as you stepped closer to him. 

“You can blame me all you want, Steve Harrington, but you needed to win that fight for you and your fucking ego.”

“Take off your dress.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said…take off your dress. You don’t need these nice things anymore? That’s fine. I can return that and the other fancy things I bought you. Tomorrow when I wake up, I can go look for one of those studio apartments for you so you can move in there.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t need you to help me look. I can find a new Daddy on my own who won’t act like a fucking baby.”

There it is. That particular look in his eyes that tells you he’s in the right headspace. He may not look like he’s in control to any outsider looking in but you’ve been in love with his man for three years. You knew. 

You two stared at each other for a few seconds before you turned and bolted to the bedroom. You could hear him hot on your tail before he practically tackled you onto the bed. Your hands tried to push against him but he was too strong, straddling your waist as he pinned your wrists to the mattress. 

“You want to find a new Daddy? HUH?!”, he screamed in your face. “You think someone else can take care of you as well as I have?” Steve shifted your hands so he could hold them with one of his own he climbed off you and reached under your dress to bring down your panties. A couple of his fingers roughly slid into your core as he set a brutal pace. 

“Little girl always talks a big game but when we get down to it, you’re always still so fucking wet for me.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, still trying to fight against hold but not wanting him to let go. You buck your hips but it just pushes him to be rougher as he curls his fingers inside of you. “There you go, baby. That’s the spot right there, right? Daddy knows. I know every fucking inch of your body and how to please you. You think anyone else can make you cum like I do?”

His palm released your wrists and quickly slid down your throat, gripping it just so between his thick fingers as he watched your eyes roll back. Your hands feebly reach for anything they can, settling on taking hold of his knee. Steve always made sure to have some part of his body near you that way if you couldn’t speak but felt like you needed to tap out you could. 

Just like with his boxing, he had rules and regimens in bed. He always wanted you to feel safe and gave you strict guidelines for how to get his attention should you need to. Three taps meant stop but right now all you were doing was grounding yourself as you focused on your own high. 

You whimpered, digging your nails into his skin as you came. While you laid there panting, he climbed over your limp frame and yanked off your dress. With hooded eyes you watched as he removed his clothes before tugging you to the edge of the mattress like a ragdoll and flipping you onto your stomach. 

His strength always amazed (and intimated) you. Being a bigger woman, you weren’t exactly light and all the men in your past never even bothered to try lifting you into their arms. When Steve did it that first night you were together, you were awe struck. More than anything, you swooned at the fact that he didn’t even hesitate; he just did it knowing he could.

The first time you questioned him about it he looked at you like you were speaking gibberish. 

“Honey, you’re not heavy.”

“Uh oh, I think you’ve been hit one too many times. You’re going blind.”, you giggle.

Steve grinned slightly before his face got serious. “Y/N, just because past relationships couldn’t handle a beautiful woman like you doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

“I know. I just…no one’s ever even bothered to try and lift me let alone everything else we do.”

He stepped forward and lifted your chin with his fingers. “You have a real man now, baby. You and your curves don’t scare me.”

You smile, lifting up on your toes to kiss his lips. “You don’t scare me either.”

His rough, calloused hands lifted your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart before his palm came down hard as he spanked you. You moaned when you felt him spit into your cunt before aggressively breaching your entrance with his cock. 

“Daddy!”

Steve’s arm came into view beside you as you felt him hover over you and begin rolling his hips. 

“You want to act like a fucking brat, I can…I can treat you like one.”, he grunted. “No more fucking dinners, fa-fancy clothes, fucking nothing! You—f-fuck—can just be Daddy’s toy. Huh? At least until you find your new Daddy who’s not a fucking baby.”

His fingers gripped your hair as he stood up and thrust into you so hard the bed shook underneath you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he continually hit all the right places inside of you, overwhelming your senses. Tears began streaking your face as you felt the warmth build in your tummy again. He really was the only man that knew how to satisfy you. 

He noticed your lips moving but couldn’t hear what you were saying. Steve’s palm smacked your ass as he yanked you to your knees till your back was against his now sweaty chest. 

“What’s the rule?”, he growled “If you’re talking I…I need to fucking hear you. What were you saying?” When you don’t answer, he stops pumping into you before reaching down to pinch your clit between his fingers making you whine and try to pull away from him. “Answer me, little girl.”

Your head lazily falls back on his shoulder as you continue to cry. The hand that was in your hair loops around to your chin, turning your lips to his as he softly placed a kiss on them. 

“I love…you… Just want…you.”, you panted out as best you could. 

Steve released your nub from his grasp and wrapped his arm around you stomach as he began thrusting into you again. 

“Cum, baby. Cum for Daddy.” You laid your arms over his own, clinging to him as your body spasmed and you did as he commanded. “That’s my girl. Fuck… my beautiful girl.”

As he chased his high, you continued to try and whisper things in his ear. 

“MY…Daddy. No one could…make me…feel this good. I’m…oh my god… so proud of you, baby. Please…cum, Daddy. I need…need it.”

His hips began to sputter and he grips you tightly as he roughly pumps his release inside of you. You both were still like that for a while, trying to catch your breath as he held you. 

“I’m going to pull out now, ok?”, he whispered.

“Okay, Daddy.”

You winced as he cooed softly, placing feathery light kisses on your skin as he praised you. He detached from you for moment; long enough for you to hear the shower turn on before he was back by your side and lifting you into his arms. 

Steve wasted no time taking care of you as he cleaned your body and washed your hair. 

“I DO listen to you when you talk. One of the things I love about you is how passionate you about boxing. I remember in school you always seemed like, I don’t know, you were coasting by. On our first date, you told me about the maneuvers and explained things to me.”, you smile as you continued. “Your hands were moving a mile a minute and your eyes lit up. It was amazing.”

His fingers lightly gripped your shoulders as he turned you to face him. “I may not know everything about it, Steve, but I know you. I know there will be another fight and I know you’re going to win because you are the most dedicated man I’ve ever met. You’re not going to stop until you get where you want to be.”

He pulled you into his arms, pressing your cheek to his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you and said all that stuff. I don’t really feel that way. I was just upset.”

“I know, baby.”

After turning off the water, he quickly grabs a towel, drying you both and guiding you back to bed. Steve grabs his boxers and throws one of his big, baggy shirts over your head making you laugh. 

“I love that you speak your mind and challenge me. Hell, if you hadn’t done that in school, I never would have gotten into boxing.”

“I’m so proud of you, Steve. I really am. Whether you win or lose, buy me fancy things or give me gifts from the dollar store…” Your smile grows as he laughs and kneels down in front of you, laying his head on your thighs as you gently pet his head. “I’m always going to be in your corner.”

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EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI • older!daddy!dom!Steve Harrington x bratty!fem!reader • Includes daddy kink, teasing, jealousy/possessiveness, implied age gap (reader 20’s or 30’s, Steve 40’s or 50’s) rough sex, talking back, spanking, oral, and fluff ♥️

All semblance of calm left Steve’s eyes the moment he saw what you were wearing. Normally, he enjoyed the little ‘show,’ you put on for him before leaving for a night out with your girlfriends. But not this time.

You pranced down the stairs in quite possibly the shortest mini skirt Steve had ever seen. In fact, he wasn’t sure the strip of material could even be called a skirt at all. The way it hugged your body, accentuating the curve of your hips and tummy, made Steve’s cock twitch despite his surprise. You were gorgeous. And not to mention, the blouse you were wearing: soft, thin fabric that barely concealed your bra-less breasts beneath it, nipples poking prominently through the sheer material.

Steve could feel the jealousy boiling in his stomach; he didn’t want any other man or woman in Hawkins to see what belonged to him, what only HE was privileged enough to see. He could be a bit domineering at times, and perhaps that was an understatement. But you loved pressing Steve’s buttons, testing his jealousy. Sometimes, you’d openly flirt with other men in front of Steve, because you knew the ‘punishment,’ for your behavior would be fucking WORTH IT.

Steve’s jaw was tight as he watched you descend the stairs. You caught the look immediately, and a little thrill shivered inside you. This is exactly the response you’d hoped to inspire. So you decided to go all-in with your teasing little game.

“Do you like my outfit, Daddy?” you asked, blinking up at him innocently. Steve pressed his lips together a moment before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully. “You dressed yet?” he asked, and you giggled.

“Of course I’m dressed, silly!” you replied, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Your eyes must be playing tricks on you, old man.”

It was said with levity, in a playful tone, but Steve was not amused. You often teased him about his age when you wanted him to fuck you stupid, like now, and show you exactly what a man his age could DO…

Steve grit his teeth behind his lips. “Oh yeah?” he said. “Well, if you were dressed, would it be this easy for me to grab a handful of your ass?”

You winced as Steve’s palm slid in an instant beneath your skirt and squeezed one side of your ass, hard. The thrill inside you grew, going straight to your core.

“Well you do have big hands, Daddy,” you mused, sinking yourself against Steve’s warm palm.

“Mmm-hmm,” Steve agreed. “And you know what Daddy can do with his hands, don’t you Princess?”

He abruptly pulled his hand away and spanked the cheek of your ass he’d been gripping. A little gasp of surprise and excitement left your lips, and you smiled in spite of the act you were pulling. Steve was NOT smiling, however. He was pissed.

“Give me one good reason why I should let you go out tonight half naked,” he said, his voice low. You shook your head, feigning ignorance. “I don’t understand,” you responded. “I’m wearing a skirt and a blouse. That hardly makes me naked-.”

Another swat on your ass silenced you.

“Don’t talk back to me, (y/n),” Steve warned. The darkness in his tone sent your heart fluttering, warmth pooling between your legs. Both of Steve’s hands were on your ass now, massaging you, kneading roughly.

“You think I’d let you show everyone in this town what’s mine, and only mine?” he asked, pulling you a little closer. “Think I’d let you trot this pussy all over Hawkins like it’s nothing? Like it doesn’t belong to me…?”

You shivered as Steve’s hand slid between your thighs, cupping your pussy in his large, warm palm. Steve’s lip curved in a grin at your response, at feeling how soaking wet you were.

“Aww,” he cooed, massaging your slick between the folds of your pussy, purposefully neglecting your clit. “Looks like somebody’s misbehaving on purpose…”

Your eyes lolled back as Steve pressed two fingers inside you easily, considering how wet you were already. You moaned at the thickness of his touch inside you, the way he instantly found your g-spot and curved his fingers around it. “Oh baby,” Steve purred against your ear as you sank your forehead into his chest. “That’s right, thats my girl…”

You buried your nose against the coarse hair of Steve’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him, letting his warmth consume you. “Such a good girl…such a good girl for Daddy…” Steve‘s voice was like syrup, sweet and soothing as he gently stroked inside your pussy. “Gave in so easily…” You frowned, momentarily caught off guard. “Didn’t give her Daddy any trouble at all,” Steve murmured sweetly. “Just a couple of fingers up her cunt, and she forgets how to be a brat…”

You lifted your head from Steve’s chest, meeting his eyes. He was smirking at you, fingers buried to his knuckles in your cunt. He clearly thought he’d won, that he’d broken you. But it wasn’t a gentle fuck you were after; you wanted to be punished. A soft fingering wasn’t going to be enough; and you realized that unless you showed Steve that you were still VERY much a brat, he wasn’t going to be convinced…

So with all the strength you could muster, considering how fucking amazing Steve’s fingers felt up your cunt, you looked up at him and said with a straight face, “I have somewhere to be, Daddy.” You pushed Steve’s arm out from between your legs, lifting off his fingers with a wet squelch. “You’ll just have to play with my pussy later…”

Steve’s lips curved into a circle of surprise; he had NOT been anticipating this from you. But his demeanor shifted quickly to something much darker, his eyes staring you down intensely. “Later?” he muttered, his voice like ice. “You’re gonna make me wait, Princess?”

Your heart raced once again as you nodded, happy to see this darker Steve returning.

“The hell I will,” Steve growled. His hand found your hair, fingers clutching it just tightly enough not to hurt. You tried not to smile, but it was difficult to hide it. THIS was the Steve you’d been trying to provoke.

He led you by your hair to the nearby sofa, pushing you down so your ass was facing him. Another hard swat of his palm against it had you wincing, grinning freely into the couch cushions where Steve couldn’t see. “Fucking brat,” Steve murmured over your back, moving to straddle you. “Full of surprises tonight, aren’t you Princess?”

Steve pulled the skirt up over your ass and spanked you again, leaving a mark this time which he quickly soothed with his palm. You didn’t mind Steve roughing you up, but he was worried sometimes about going too far and accidentally hurting you. “You good, Princess?” he asked, and you quickly replied “yes, Daddy. But I wish you’d spank me next.”

Steve almost laughed out loud at your audacity, but restrained himself. He didn’t restrain his hand, however, and this time, his smack against your ass brought a tear to your eye. “Fuck yes,” you groaned into the couch cushion, your voice muffled but Steve could still hear it. He was on his knees behind you now, straddling your legs. His fingers slid under the waist of your thong panties and yanked them off of you, unintentionally ripping the elastic in his haste. “Oops,” he muttered under his breath, throwing the strip of fabric aside.

Steve took in the view of your bare ass, your cheeks crimson from his punishment. He pressed a hand to your back, sliding his palm down your spine, his touch lingering at the dip just above your ass. He leaned forward, taking a bit of your skin between his teeth. You flinched, your body tensing at the slight pain. Steve massaged your skin between his teeth, working his way across your ass, his hands on either side, groping.

When he was finished, Steve spread you open, and sank his face between your cheeks. You exhaled as his tongue slid down between your pussy lips and slowly up over your asshole. Steve continued to massage you, kneading your ass like dough in his strong hands. You arched your back, pressing your ass into his face. Steve obliged you, tilting his chin so you were now sitting on his face, the tip of his nose slipping between the lips of your pussy, his tongue lapping at your clit from behind.

Steve ate you like this till you were screaming his name, cum spraying his chin and trickling into his mouth like a small stream. He rutted his face between your lips letting you ride his nose as you came, breathing through his mouth in between swallowing your cum, grateful for every single drop. You were left shaking and crying into the couch, your mind and body completely fucked stupid. Steve had finally broken you, his little brat, and he smiled over your back at his victory, licking his slick lips and taking a moment to savor his win.

He flipped you over by your shoulders and hoisted you up onto the couch, your back against it. The look on your face was priceless: eyes glassy, half-lidded and dumb, your mouth hanging open lazily as you readily accepted whatever else your Daddy wanted to do to you. He knelt against the couch with one knee, eyes fixed on yours as he undid his pants. You were lost in a haze of bliss, taking in the sight of Steve’s drenched face and shirt, the smell of your pussy filling the air between you. He spit on his cock and pumped it a few times in his fist, lining himself up with your entrance.

In one hard thrust, Steve entered you fully, his balls slapping wet against your sopping cunt. He growled low in his chest, your wet heat enveloping and sucking him as he pulled his hips backward. Thrusting into you again, you felt the breath knocked out of your lungs. THIS is the fucking you’d needed Steve to give you, making you come harder than you ever had before and then stuffing you with his cock to do it all again…

He punched your insides like he was actually angry, hands locked around your hips, not letting you escape, even as you bucked and whimpered against his chest. Steve panted into your hair, dusting it off your shoulders as he fucked your ass into the couch. Your body was weak, depleted from the sheer power of the climax you’d just had on Steve’s face. He knew you could do it again, however, could already feel another orgasm building within you as your walls trembled around him.

“Come on, Princess,” he soothed, his forehead pressed to yours as he thrusted deep inside you. “You can do it…come for Daddy, baby…” Steve’s voice was so gentle it made you weak, the scent of your cunt on his breath as he spoke sending you over the edge. Your legs shook around Steve’s waist, your heels kicking into his ass as he pummeled your cunt. The room around you went white as your eyes squeezed shut, the force of your orgasm rocking you even harder than the one before it. Steve’s cock was prodding your deepest space, nearly splitting you in half. It would have been painful, SHOULD have been painful, but your body was too lost in the intensity of your climax to know it.

He moaned your name against your ear, a beautiful desperation and love in his tone. “Come for me, Daddy,” you begged, a hot tear streaming down your cheek. “Come inside this pussy…it belongs to you…”

At that, Steve lost the last bit of restraint he had, growling into your shoulder as he emptied himself against your cervix. You felt his cum filling you, breeding you, marking you once again as his, and only his.

Steve’s chest was wet with sweat and your cum soaked into his shirt. He gently lifted off of you, panting down at you, and smiled. You lifted your face to meet Steve’s, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his, still wet with your slick. “I love you, Daddy,” you breathed, a soft smile spreading your lips.

Steve kissed you, deeply, his cum-soaked tongue folding gently with yours. He pulled back and sleepily blinked down at you, grinning. “Love you too, Princess.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #daddy Steve #daddy Steve Harrington #stranger things #stranger things smut #dom steve harrington #dom Steve #Steve Harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n smut #Steve Harrington x you smut #Steve Harrington x reader smut #Steve Harrington smut and fluff #daddy!steve #daddy!steve harrington #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #Joe Keery #Steve Harrington x fem!reader smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #fluffy smut #smut and fluff #first post #writers on tumblr #older!steve harrington #older!steve

[babyhatesreality]

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.

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

[marvelfanfics1]

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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[elkleggs]

PDA mfs. Head to patreon for the rest ☕️ (ain’t no coffee)

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[tennant-the-tigger]

Babysitter Steve: Pringles

The car ride was a bit somber for my taste. I feel like Steve is the type to brighten up the car with something silly. Or Steve isn't listening and is a little bored and bummed for being kicked to the back, starts a chain reaction when he sees the kids smile one by one.

My Stranger Things Art | Steve’s Mcnuggets | Stranger Things Mini Comics

#Stranger Things Mini Comics #steve and his mcnuggets #steve harrington #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #mad max #steve #stranger things #babysitter!Steve #stranger things fanart #fanart #my art #Steve's Mcnuggets #daddy steve #stranger things 4 #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #the babysitter jumper #i saw pringles and this is what i thought of #idk some fun and love

[cottagecheese1]

Oh oh, what a platonic request where steve rogers meets his orphaned shy five years old grand grands Grand- niece, reader

Can you say Hello?

Summary - Steve finally meets his grand niece you, but he didn't know you would be so little.

Warnings - Nothing, just fluff really and a little angst

Paring- Steve Rogers x child niece reader

Steve didn't have any more family. Well, not that he knew of, after he came out of the ice and as he continued living in the present day, he learned that all his family had passed on, and even most of the people he knew except Bucky.

So you can say he was pretty surprised when he got a call from an unknown number on his phone. Steve was contemplating picking up the unrecognized number, but what was the worst that could happen? That the person on the other line tries to get his credit card number? Yea, right.

Although he was pretty contempt with learning to live like that, he would still lay down in his bed at night and wonder what would have happened if he didn't take the serum and got to live his life so Steve could pass on with the rest of his family and friends.

Steve glanced at his screen one more time before hitting the green answer button. Holding the phone up to his ear, "Hello?" Steve waited patiently for someone on the other end to answer until a voice finally came up, "Hello? Is this Steve Rogers?".

Steve furrowed his eyebrows curiously, holding his phone tighter, becoming more engrossed in the conversation.

"Uh, yes, it is. Who is this?

He heard the voice on the other end give a relieved sigh.

"Thank God. I've been trying to get a hold of you forever. My name is Jessica Marfield. I am the owner of Mar's Orphanage"

That's weird. Steve wasn't looking to adopt any kids.

"Ma'am I think you're confused, I haven't called looking to adopt any kids."

Hearing a slight chuckle on the other side of the phone, he was also confused. Now he was just waiting for another response.

"No sir, we actually contacted you because we have a little girl who's about five that recently came in that seems to be your niece, and you’re the only known relative that's she has that's alive."

Steve paused, not for a second a long time. He couldn't believe it, but at the same time, Steve felt excitement and joy at the thought of a little girl that's related to him. Maybe he wasn't alone after all.

"Can I meet her? Well, I-I mean, could I schedule some time when I can meet her?"

"Oh yes, of course, Mr. Rogers, whatever time works for you. And of course, if you meet her and you would like to get guardian ship, we could go through that process also."

At this point, Steve was ecstatic. He quickly got up from his bed with a huge grin on his face. Holding the phone up to his ear again, he began to speak.

"Yes, um, how about tomorrow at 1:00?"

"Of course, Mr. Rogers, I'll put it right in my notes! She's a little shy, but I'm sure she will quickly warm up to you."

Steve quickly gave a quick 'thank you' and hung up the phone. He laid on his bed with the biggest grin on his face. After setting his alarm and finally getting ahold of his excitement, he was finally able to go to sleep.

---------------------Next day------------------------

When Steve woke up, he was probably the happiest he'd been in weeks, so when Steve went downstairs to get breakfast at the compound, everyone looked at him a little funny, considering he was unusually bubbly at this time in the morning.

Natasha eyed the blonde haired man suspiciously until she started speaking.

"Whats got you so happy, captain?"

Steve looked at her and tried not to smile, but the more he tried to suppress his grin, the wider his smile got.

"Well, I'm going to an orphanage and meeting my niece. And she's about five, so I guess I'm pretty excited. It's been a while since I had any family around, ya know?"

Natasha gave Steve a sympathetic smile and gave him a pat on the shoulder when she walked past him.

"Well, I'm happy for you, Steve. I think you'll both love each other"

Steve leaned against the counter, "I already do".

-----------------At the orphanage------------------

When Steve pulled into the Driveway and found a parked spot, he grabbed the white teddy bear from the backseat and took a deep breath. He looked up at the orphanage, and he was ready. But also very nervous.

Walking through the front doors confidentiality, he went up to the front desk and said he had an appointment to see you. The lady tapped on her keyboard and looked back up at him.

"Yea, you have a time scheduled to meet (y/n) at 1:00 correct?"

Steve didn't know her name, but he was pretty sure that was it, but even then, Steve knew she would have a beautiful name. The lady led Steve to a room filled with tons of little kids. Some of them were coloring, painting, playing dress up, and playing with a variation of different toys. It all just made him a little more excited at the wholesome sight.

"Wait, right here, Mr. Rogers, I'll have to get her quiet little self out of that corner she's always in."

Steves eyes followed the lady to the little girl who did look around five. He noticed she was coloring while sitting down in a princess chair, fidgeting with her fingers nervously as she glanced at me and back at the woman.

The little girl got up slowly and walked in front of the lady while she held her small shoulders softly. Once she made her way over to the door frame, where I was at, we all walked in the hallway. She stood silently, glancing at me once in a while.

"Can you say you say hello?"

She turned to the lady behind her once again and spoke.

"Is he my Daddy..."

I chuckled a little before the woman spoke up with a slight smile on her face.

"No, he isn't your daddy. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but he is your uncle. I'm sure you'll love him."

Steve gave a small frown at the sight, adverting her eyes down while she gave a soft 'oh' and played with her small fingers nervously. Steve knelt down to her level. He held out the white bear towards her while she stared at it.

"I got this for you. Do you like stuffies?"

He saw her give a small smile while nodding her head, looking up at him for reassurance that she was allowed to take the teddy bear.

"Go ahead, you can take it, angel, what's your name hun?

She took the white bear while giving a small thank you.

"y/n.." she said softly.

"That's a beautiful name, y/n, I'm Steve it's really nice to finally meet you"

The small girl giggled and hid her slightly red face with her hands. Steve couldn't help but pull her into a hug. He still couldn't believe how he actually still had family. Especially a little cutie like you.

Wrapping her little arms around, Steves neck and hugging as tight as she possibly could. Steve picked her up, rubbing circles on her back until he felt sniffles against his shoulder.

"Aw sweetie, why are you crying, baby?"

She looked up at him with puffy eyes and just gave him lots of "Tank you's." Steve cooed and wiped her puffy eyes. Until she spoke again.

"Cause you wan me"

Steve was positive his heart broke when she said that, moving her long hair out of her face, giving her a peck to her forehead.

"Aw, I love you so much, sweetie."

"Tank you, Stevie.."

The woman in front of me teared up but started to speak.

"Y/n, would you like to live with Stevie?" She quickly nodded her head but shortly rubbed her eyes tiredly while yawning.

The woman chuckled and walked over to me, "it's almost her nap time anyway, I'll go get the paperwork, and you guys stay here. Trust me, she'll out in a couple of minutes."

Steve laughed and gave a quick ok and felt the pressure of the small girls head on his shoulder, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Well, I guess she would be out in a couple of minutes.

---------------------time skip-----------------------

Once Steve filled out the paperwork and got her stuff, some people came over to check if his living area and house were acceptable, he slowly picked the girl up and carried her to his bedroom where she would sleep until he could get her a bed.

When Steve laid her down softly and tucked the covers under her chin, laying the white teddy bear beside her, he bent down and gave her a quick peck on her forehead.

And at that moment, Steve knew everything at that point on would be ok.

A/n: This request was kinda cute, so I decided to finally finish something that was in my drafts.

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[luviebuuggie]

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. 

༓☾ ｡:･ﾟ☆*

The end! <3

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[ace-of-gay]

Extra itty bitty

Stucky x little reader

956words

Warnings: age regression, paci, bottle, nursery,

Little names like little star, baby etc. The title daddy for bucky and dada for steve as the caregivers. Little reader is in a newborn mindset, age regression can be voluntary or involuntary if you dont understand i suggest either not reading it or educating yourself on the subject

Dont like it dont read it.

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially after a warning.

No hate will be tolerated, all hate will be deleted or even blocked

No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned

Edited to the best of my ability

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Bucky and Steve encouraged your age regression knowing it’d help you in the long run.

They’ve seen you smol from six to one and occasionally younger but never as young as you are today, from Impending stress and being stuck big for a couple of weeks they knew at some point you were going to be extra smol and possibly very emotional but they were prepared for anything.

Anything in all regards so when they woke up thus morning to you buried into Bucky's side, mouth agape and paci fallen somewhere between your body and his.

Seeing you little and all cuddled up to one of your daddies stole their hearts, they both absolutely cherished it so very much.

Bucky tried to get up carefully not to nudge or shift you but the slightest feeling of movement woke you up with a gasp, before your chin started to wobble and a wail broke from you.

Eyes clenched shut, arms haphazardly flailing outward to find such comfort you had before.

It clicked quickly to both of them that you weren’t just smol, you felt tiny, equal to a newborn.

Bucky out of fear of hurting you hesitated eyes big in shock, he was prepared but he had no idea how to care for you in a newborn mindset, if you’re going to have bigger needs or if your likes and dislikes would be the same.

In the few seconds he was in shock Steve had crossed the room to Bucky’s side of the bed, softly cooing to help calm you, picking you up making sure to support your head he smiles to himself, swaying side to side to soothe you.

"Hey little star, did daddy’s startle you while getting up hmm? That’s okay, he didn't mean too"

Swaying with you, your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, on hand clutching your dadas shirt and the other clasped around three of his fingers.

"Hey button I’m gonna need my hand back?"

Bucky chuckles feeling much more aware of the situation and what he needs to do, he goes and grabs a paci and a lovie with a rattle in its head.

Bucky helped unwrap your hand from Steve’s and replace it with the lovie, touching the paci nib to your lips you instantly take it.

They both head out to the living room where seats himself and you on the couch, while Bucky finds his way to the kitchen.

You lean back a little to look at him, he grins back at you "you’re just the cutest" he announces before giving you scattered kisses across your nose and cheek, causing you to trill and coo behind you paci, dropping your lovie you pat both hands against his chest causing him to scatter kisses again followed by another trill and happy screech.

He calms you down and taps the button of your paci "give dada kiss?" you stare at him with no idea what hes saying  until he taps his lips and you realize.

Basically falling forward you tap the button of your paci against his lips giving him a paci kiss.

Just a moment later Bucky walks in with a warm bottle of milk you instantly know what it is and you open your mouth dropping your paci.

Being passed from Steve to Bucky’s lap he lays you across his lap with your head layed in the crook of his elbow, giving you the bottle to feed from, your eyes close, giving your bottle all your attention until Bucky rubs your tummy and pulls the bottle away for a moment, "hey there little firecracker you should slow down before you get a tummy ache" and giving you back the bottle.

Eventually finished and having opened your eyes once more Bucky takes the bottle placing on the side table and helping you to sit facing him, pressing your body to his he pats your back to make sure there’s no extra bubbles in your tummy to upset it.

Grabbing your lovie he shakes it in front of you catching your attention, the clicking rattling mesmerizing you.

Steve walks back in wearing day clothes taking you and your lovie into his arms giving you a kiss before doing as Bucky was and shaking the lovie and than tapping its smile against you nose making a kissy sound, he does this several times over when you give your lovie a kiss back squealing in joy.

you take the lovie from him shaking it wildly before shoving it against your face causing him to laugh. Bucky returns in his own day clothes, watching you, trill and coo in delight, its now time for you to be changed.

They both make their way to your little room where you keep all your stuffies, little clothes, toys etc.

Bucky shuffles through the closet keeping in mind your favorite color and your activities of the day and choses your outfit accordingly.

Helping you out of your night clothes into day clothes freshening you up for the day.

They both sit down on the floor with you in Bucky’s lap.

Steve going through the toys, they play with you until your eyes begin to droop again, deciding its best to lay you down after you fall asleep, Steve goes to dim the lights and turn on the star projector.

Bucky swaying back and forth soothing you to sleep he sets you down in your bed in your little room, giving you a paci, tucking you in and last but not least to turn on the baby monitor.

They leave the room to go about their day as you nap, going about the routine multiple times making sure you completely happy.

They love being your daddy and dada even when something they don’t expect shows up.

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Im new to writing this young but its as valid as any regression age and deserves more representation

Im drawing a stuffy every day this month, as a reason/ goal to make it through the month because January is hard for me every year.

If youd like me to draw one of your stuffies let me know and id be happy to! For example heres my first three, 1 is mine, 2 is a friends and 3 is another friends

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[justmeinadaze]

In Your Corner Part 2 (Steve X Plus Sized Reader)

A/N: Boxer Steve still resides in my brain and I wouldn't mind him taking care of me rn <3

Warnings: Boxer Daddy Dom Steve X plus sized Sub fem reader, SMUT, light choking, spanking, dirty talk, more of a softer Steve in this one, FLUFF (they love each other), ANGST, reader has a rough day and Steve is trying to make her feel better.

Word Count: 3516

Steve came in from training that afternoon to an abnormally quiet home. Usually, if you didn’t meet him at the gym after work, you would be watching tv or reading on the couch with some music on. 

“Baby?”

After doing the obligatory scan around the living room and back patio, he headed for the bedroom finding you curled up under the blankets in bed. He crawled in behind you and without hesitation you folded into him as you took hold of his hand, placing it under your cheek. You love this side of him just as much as the rough and rugged side. The soft, doting man that wanted to make sure you were happy. 

“What’s going on, baby girl?”, he whispered.

“I just had a long day. This new client we’re working with is an imbecile and then my dad was being a jerk. That mixed with other things one right after the other… I needed a moment.” You felt him nod in understanding before gently placing kisses along your shoulder making you giggle. “You are still so sweaty.”

“You like it.” Playfully, you fight against him as he tries to use your shirt like one of his gym towels as you laugh louder, rolling over to face him. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we take a shower, get dressed, and we’ll go see a movie. Get some dinner afterwards.”

After kissing his lips, you press your face into his chest, inhaling him as you hold him closer. You never knew what it was about him but when you had a bad day or just felt down, you allowed yourself to let go and enter this particular side of that little girl headspace. You had never done that with anyone else and would always insist that you could take care of yourself. Hell, you had done it most of your life. 

The first time you had an off day in the beginning of your relationship, you shut down and disappeared. A few hours later, he knocked on your door with the intention of punishing you but as soon as he saw your face his anger faded. Steve spent the rest of the evening on the floor in your living room, making you laugh and sharing a delicious, gigantic pizza with you.

“This isn’t going to ruin your training, is it?”

“What do you mean, honey?”

“I mean with the pizza and beer. Don’t boxers have to be at a certain weight?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters to me is that beautiful smile returning to your face.”

“Steve…”

“Y/N, don’t ever be afraid to tell me when something is wrong, ok? No matter what it is. I would rather take care of you or if it involves me have us talk it out than have you disappear again.”’

“I’m sorry. It’s just…how I handle my stress. I let it all build until I implode. I struggle with letting go like that. I’ve always taken care of myself, you know?”

“I know, baby, but I’m here to help.” Steve scooted closer to you, propping up on his elbow till his lips were below yours. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

From that moment on, you did and were completely surprised with how easy it was or maybe he just made it that easy. 

“You’re too sweaty.”, he mimicked in your voice making you giggle as you pushed him away and rolled out of bed. 

“Come on, Daddy. Let’s get ready.”

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“Oh my god, Steve Harrington. You know me too well.”, you grin as you wrap your arms around his waist. 

“I was going to ask you about it when I got home anyway so it was perfect.”

Every week the local Hawkins cinema would play a movie that wasn’t normally out in theaters and this weeks showing was “Shaun of the Dead.” You loved any kind of disaster fueled film especially if it left you laughing and Steve knew you needed that more than anything right now. 

Another thing you loved about him was how much genuine attention he paid to you and what you said. Like with his career, he spent a great deal of time studying you even now to make sure you were happy or to avoid making you sad. The first time you noticed it was when he went with you to the mall a couple of weeks after you started dating.

His gorgeous honey eyes kept track of everything your hand grazed or anything you pointed to that made you smile. When you entered a makeup section that’s when he started asking questions. 

“Wait so why this brand instead of that one? Are they different colors or?”

“Not exactly. This brand here feels better on my face whereas this one kind of feels cakey.”

“Cakey?”

You grin as you reach for his hand and grab both the sample bottles, dapping each one on his skin. His eyes meet yours as he softly smiles and you lean up on your toes to kiss his lips. 

“Ah, ok. I feel it now. Cakey.” Giggling, you wipe his hand with a wet wipe as you continue explaining different products to him. 

A week later he surprised you with a little bag of gifts including that makeup and some other things he’d thought you’d like from that store. 

What you didn’t know was Steve enjoyed listening to you explain things to him. You always got so animated if it was a subject you enjoyed and, personally, he loved that you didn’t talk down to him or make him feel stupid. Even when he was explaining something to you he felt like he wasn’t making any sense or sounding like a moron but you never reacted that way. 

The first time he really broke down boxing for you, he ended almost every sentence with “Does that make sense?” To which you would nod and ask him a follow up question. 

After purchasing some snacks, you made your way to the theater and as soon as you both took your seats, he wrapped his arm around you as you curled up closer to his side. 

“This was a good idea, baby. Thank you.”

“Of course, honey. I love you.

As the movie played he relished every giggle and laugh that left your lips. Seeing you happy was like a drug to him. The same adrenaline high he got after a fight was the same thing he felt when he was able to make you smile especially after a rough day. 

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“I don’t feel like we’re dressed fancy enough to be here.”

“Sweetie, this is down the street from Enzos where people go in sweatpants. I think we’re ok.”, Steve chuckles. “But at least you’re wearing a dress. I’m the one in jeans.”

“Here you go, ma’am—”

“Oh, thank you but I didn’t order this.” You politely smile as the waiter placed a martini in front you. 

“Yes ma’am. Compliments of the gentleman over at the bar.” He leans in lower so only you two would hear him. “I told them you were here with a gentleman of your own but he insisted.”

“It’s ok. Thank you. Can you give this to him and tell him even if I wasn’t here with my boyfriend I would rather die than except a drink from a smarmy asshole sitting alone at the bar?”

The waiter smirks as he nods, taking the drink with him. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking sexy. Always loved that attitude.”, Steve grins as he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. 

As you two continued with your dinner, you vented to him about your day and your new client at work. He growled under his breath when you mentioned your boss who did nothing to help make your job any easier. When you started talking about the conversation with your dad, however, he noticed you breeze past the topic.

“Hey, honey, wait now. What did your dad pick a fight with you about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, babe. Just the usual stuff.”, you sighed.

Steve’s eyes narrowed in on you as he held your hand in his and kissed the back of it. 

“It was about me again wasn’t it?” When you nodded your head, he knew. You could handle the chaos at your work and still be your feisty yet cheery self but when it came to your family especially your dad it always seemed to hit you hard. 

“I just don’t understand why he can’t see you the way I do. I’ve told him your nothing like your dad or even how you were when we were growing up but…”

“Is that what the fight was about?”

“Steve…”

“Hey, it’s ok, baby girl. You know you can tell me anything.”

You sighed again as your sad eyes landed on his loving ones. “He thinks you’re going to hurt me. He said that if you were really serious about being with me…”, you shook your head in embarrassment. 

“Then we’d be married by now?”

“Steve, you know I don’t care about that kind of thing. I know you love me and I know when we are both ready we’ll take that step. I don’t think like he does. I—”

His tender, mint flavored lips cut you off as he interrupted your train of thought. 

“Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to marry you since freshman year. I just know you deserve the best and I’ve been waiting for the right time you know?”

“What do you mean ‘the best’?”

“Well, when it comes to a wedding I know it has to be perfect. Perfect flowy dress with the veil and pretty flowers.”, he grins as he leans back in his chair and paints a picture with his hands making you smile. “Of course, obnoxiously poofy bridesmaid’s dresses and a BEAUTIFUL venue. Then after we can honeymoon anywhere you want. I’ve been thinking Italy or maybe Hawaii. I know you love the beaches and the clear water.”

Steve looks at you then with a soft smile as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“After that, I want us to be able to come home to a house with enough rooms for us to start a family. Somewhere you feel safe and happy.”

“As long as I’m with you, Steve Harrington, I feel safe and happy.”

Once you finish your meal, he quickly runs to the restroom while you wait for him by the door. 

“I can take care of a beautiful woman like you if you let me.”

You roll your eyes at the asshole from the bar as he tries to get your attention. 

“I highly doubt that.”

“Let me show you, honey.” The man stands and strides towards you as you raise your hand to stop him. 

“I’m warning you now, honey. Sit back down and keep drinking before my boyfriend comes back and knocks you out. Trust me, he’s a boxer. He can and will.”

“Pfft like I’m afraid of that asshole.”

“Problem, baby?” Steve saunters out with confidence as you hand him his jacket you had been holding. 

“I don’t know. IS there a problem?”, you ask the man sarcastically. 

His eyes shift between you both before he shakes his head and turns away. “Fucking fat ass bitch.”

The man is forcefully turned around and met with a fist to his face. As he starts to tilt backwards Steve yanks him by the collar and turns him to face you. 

“Apologize to the lady. NOW!”

“Jesus Christ! I’m sorry!”

“Mhmm.” You roll your eyes at him again before beaming at the man you love.

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The entire ride home was a blur of desperate touches and needy hands mostly from your side. As he drove, your hands ran up his thigh and over his chest into the V neck part of his shirt so your fingers could graze the hair on his chest. Your lips trailed along jawline down his throat as he groaned and did his best to keep his eyes open to get you home safely. 

“I need you, Daddy. I can’t wait for us to get home so I can feel you inside of me and fill me up, baby. Fuck, Daddy, I’m so fucking wet. Please drive faster.”

Both of you practically fell into the apartment as you wrapped your arms around his neck and Steve walked you backwards with his lips attached to yours. Squeaking when the cold counter of the kitchen touched your back, you bit your bottom lip when he roughly turned you around and pushed your front half down on the granite. 

Lifting the bottom of your dress, you moaned as his hand ran along the meat of your ass before firmly coming down to spank you. Ripping off your panties, he smacked your behind again but before you could react you felt the wind of him hastily kneeling and gasped when his tongue breached your folds. 

“Yes, baby. O-Oh my god.” You whimpered as his palm came down once more and his head tilted so he could taste more of you. “Daddy, please. Don’t stop.”

Standing to his full height, Steve leaned his chest over you as he thrust two of his fingers into your entrance and pumped them so fast inside of you, you heard your slick obscenely squelch against his movements.

“Does that feel good, honey? You like when Daddy uses his fingers to make you cum?”

“Mmm—yes, Daddy.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby girl. Just making a mess all over your legs and my hand. Say it, Y/N. Say ‘I’m a dirty girl.’”

“I-I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl.”

“Yeah you are. Cum, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.” Your vision was blinded by white as your body shuddered against the counter. “That’s it, baby. Good girl. Good girl. Ride it out. Use my fingers to make it last.”

Turning around, you cling to his neck as he smiles against your lips, throwing off his shirt as you push him towards the bedroom. 

“I like when you get needy for me.” Falling on to the mattress, you hastily remove each other’s clothes and you whimper as his palm comes down hard on your behind. “Come here and turn around, baby.”

You paused and a flash of annoyance passed through his eyes as he grabbed your throat to pull you closer to his face. 

“How many times are we going to have this conversation, little one? You are not heavy. If I couldn’t handle that sexy ass on my face I wouldn’t have asked, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

As if to prove his point, Steve leaned over to take hold of your hips and effortlessly lifted you till your knees were on either side of his head. His hands pushed against your back, urging you to lean forward so you could take his cock in your mouth. 

“That’s my good girl. Fuck me.”, he groaned as your lips delicately kissed his sensitive tip before wrapping them fully around his length. 

Steve was always a man about hands. You loved his massively large, beautiful hands and everything they could do. Whether they were nestled in a glove flying towards someone’s face, moving around wildly as he told a story, or like right now spreading your pussy open wider so he could flick his tongue in and out of your entrance…you loved them and what they could do. 

Your mouth came off him with a pop as you continued to stroke him with your palm.

“Baby…please…fuck…”

“No, no, baby girl. Keep that mouth open and on me.” Doing what he wanted, you felt his fingers tangle in your hair as his hips thrust up into you. As he held you still, Steve shoved his face further into your cunt making you whine around him. The man devoured you as he fucked your face and both sensations were driving you wild.

Both hands abruptly reached beneath you as he pulled you off his cock and lifted you till you were up right. 

"Make yourself cum, honey.”

He guided your motions until you were riding him, Steve’s fingers playing with your tits as you moan his name. He had told you before he didn’t mind when you said his name instead of his title. It told him you were lost in the feeling and he liked that when you were about to reach heaven his name was the first thing from lips.

Your body shook as you came, collapsing on his stomach as he continued to lick you clean. You fell onto the bed on your side and he eagerly flipped around so he could hold you while kissing your lips. 

“Good, baby. You did so good. You’re so gorgeous when you cum hard like that.”, he whispered between kisses. Your eyes were still closed but you turned into the sound of his soothing voice as he began to peck down your jawline to your ear. “Do you feel what you do to me, pretty girl? How hard I am just from you riding my face?”

After guiding your hand to his cock, you both mewled at how firm it had gotten as precum oozed from his tip. Steve’s jaw fell open when your thumb grazed across it and he lightly shuttered in pleasure at the feeling. 

“Are you ready for Daddy, baby?”

When you nod your head, he rolls on top of you and without hesitation you circle your legs around his waist. His fingers tenderly brush some loose hair out of your face as he places soft kisses on your lips. Warm air hits your tongue as Steve moans, sliding his length into your core.

You love the rough stuff with your boyfriend but you utterly reveled in seeing him like this to. Either way he had you whether it be fucking you or making love, it was filled with passion. His eyebrows knitted together as he pumped into you slowly at first, absorbed in the full feeling of you.

“I love you, Steve.”

The man’s eyes fluttered open as he looked down at you with a gentle smile. 

“I love you to, Y/N.” He pressed his forehead to yours as he gradually began moving his hips a bit faster. “Since the moment I saw you, honey. Fuck. You feel so good.”

Steve’s head falls into the nook between your neck and shoulder as he thrusts into you harder, your fingers clinging to his hair and shoulders as you whimper. 

“Fuck. Just like that, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Is that the spot, baby girl?”

“Cum…cum with me, baby, please.”

Pushing up onto his elbows, his eyes lock with yours as his hips practically punch into you, hitting that sensitive spot repeatedly until your back arches off the bed and your pussy squeezes his cock as you cum.

While you continue to flutter around him, his rhythm becomes sloppier till you feel him warm your sides.

After a quick shower, Steve wraps you up in one of his shirts and you cuddle against his side as he plays with your hair.

“Thank you for today. I had fun spending time with you.”

“Me to. Are you feeling less…overwhelmed?”

“I am. I always feel less stressed when we’re together.” 

“Me to.” You feel his smile as he kisses your forehead. “Y/N, if I did ask you to marry me would you say yes?”

His question throws you off guard as you sit up to fully face and he does the same. 

“What? I don’t understand—”

“Yes you do. If I ask you, Y/N Y/L/N, to marry me, Steve Harrington, would you say yes?”

“Of course, but you said you wanted to wait for the right time…”

“I did but like I said at dinner, I’ve been wanting to marry you since high school. I know weddings take some time to plan but no matter what, sweetheart, I love you. I’ll marry you today, tomorrow, or twenty years from now.” He rolls over and crouches down towards the tiny safe you know is at the bottom of his nightstand. 

You smile as his tongue pokes out while he inputs the code and grins when it beeps signaling success. Retrieving something from it, he scoots over to your side of the bed and yanks your legs making you giggle as he tugs you towards the edge. 

“I got this year ago and I’ve been saving it… I honestly think right now is the perfect time and I don’t care what I have to do or how hard I have to work I’m going to give you those things I said.” As he descended to one knee, he opened the tiny black box and you gasped when you saw the beautiful engagement ring nestled inside. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Steve Harrington! Of course!”

He breathes a sigh of relief, unaware he had been holding his breath, and promptly tackles you in his arms as he slides the ring on your finger.

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Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: ~8K Notable Tags: Established Relationship, Established Friendship, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Undertones, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Blowjob, Handjob, Dirty Talk, Light Subspace, A Dash of Aftercare, Manhandling, Kink/Scene Negotiation A/N: A long fucking time coming, this one. 🙃 This was on last year's list and I've teased it since then. Happy Friday, it's done, and I'm happy with it. It would be a dream to join these two in the bedroom and I hope that's conveyed through this fic. Hope you enjoy! 🧡 Read here on Ao3.

“Fuck, sugar. Why didn’t you bring your pretty friend home earlier?”

You barely hear Steve’s words over the ringing in your ears, Bucky’s hand on your jaw the one thing keeping you tethered to the earth. He’s become more comfortable with touching you in such a short amount of time all thanks to Steve’s insistence and guidance. His hand cups your cheek with purpose, and while this is the touch that keeps you present, it's battling with the touch of Bucky’s lips. 

Because Bucky’s lips are about to send you sailing.

You would be an absolute liar if you were to say you’ve never imagined what kissing Bucky would feel like; anyone who sets eyes on that mouth does just that. It’s coy and sensual and he licks his lips in a way that would have no one turning him away if he closed the gap between them. The two of you have been friends since last school year, close since Bucky took up the seat next to you in your Physics lecture, and although your thoughts have been pure for the most part, your mind has most definitely wandered before. 

And then Bucky had introduced you to Steve. 

“Sweetheart,” Steve murmurs in a tone of voice you are coming to realize is reserved for you. A warm hand lands on your shoulder and it’s a casual touch that has you whining with your exhale, into Bucky’s mouth. He returns your noise with one in kind, one that you drink right down. “You can touch too. I’m sure Bucky would like it if you did. Buck?” 

While you’re hesitant to admit your thoughts have veered into not so innocent territory with Bucky, you’ll be the first to admit you’ve had filthy thoughts starring Steve. From the first handshake and hello, your first introduction, Steve hasn’t left your mind. You’ve even cracked jokes with Bucky about his much older and devilishly handsome boyfriend, chides and playful jabs about how much of a walking wet dream he is. 

You could have never imagined, even in your wildest wet dreams, that your friendship with Bucky and your joking could have resulted in you sitting here on their couch, Bucky damn near straddling  your lap, Steve watching from behind Bucky and leading the two of you as you kiss.

You’re immensely grateful for the guidance, but even with it, you are struggling to make the connection between your brain and your body. Everything feels quite discombobulated yet somehow joined together enough to all pulse at the same time. Your lips meld and move against Bucky’s without thought, relying on Bucky for even further guidance, and when he tilts his head to the left, the movement pries your mouth open further. 

“Yeah,” Bucky replies with a whisper, pulling his lips back by the barest of increments in order to respond. You can feel the agreement on your lips, can feel it on Bucky’s lips, and your eyes are slow to open in response to the heavy silence between the three of you that follows. Steve’s hand squeezes your shoulder, arm resting on the back of the couch and around his partner, but your attention is almost entirely on Bucky’s gaze and the way he says your name. 

“I’d...I’d be okay if you touched too,” Bucky whispers and you can’t stop the way you swallow audibly at being told you can touch Bucky this way. As if to show you he is okay with it, his hand on your cheek skirts down to cup your neck, a movement and touch that has you shivering in excitement and anticipation.  

You watch through hazy vision as Steve’s hand on your shoulder moves to cup the front of Bucky’s throat in a move so dominant, so fiercely Alpha, that you almost feel yourself go dizzy. Steve lets out a bit of a purr, leans forward to kiss Bucky’s temple, his cheek, from behind. You can see his grip on Bucky’s throat tighten as well, can see the minuscule twitch of Steve’s fingers. When you look back up at Bucky, when you meet his eyes again, you whimper softly on his behalf. 

“I want...you to touch,” he says and you’re nodding your head with another soft noise as you watch him finish his request.

“W-where do you want me to touch?” you manage to whisper and Steve’s hand reaches for you again, leaves Bucky’s neck and strokes at your cheek with the back of his fingers. It’s gentle yet axis-tilting, the first intimate and different touch Steve has given you this evening. It feels encouraging, as if he’s praising you without words for asking a clarifying question, and you practically feed him your bottom lip when the pad of his thumb runs across it. Steve answers on Bucky’s behalf.

“There isn’t a place that Bucky doesn’t enjoy being touched. Ain’t that right, sugar?” 

Your mouth remains embarrassingly slack as Steve’s hand makes another move, this time to grasp one of your hands where it trembles on your thigh. Steve’s touch, this touch, makes you stifle a gasp, has your body coming to life, catching up, all at once. You throb between your legs and in your core so much it’s almost agonizing. You watch as your hand is lead to Bucky’s shirt, his chest, Steve’s hand firm on your own as he curls your fingers to squeeze at the meat of Bucky’s pec and—

“Oh…” 

“Mhmm, Buck likes bein’ touched all over. Show him, sugar. C’mere…” 

Steve’s hand on yours is replaced by Bucky’s own, brought there by Steve once more, warmth wrapped up in warmth. Bucky holds onto your fingers like he’ll lose you in the riptide of your coupled arousal, pressing your hand into his chest, slips it from one pec to the other, gets selfish with your touch. He’s soft, the heat and tenderness, even through his thin shirt, so incredibly apparent.

“S’okay? This?” he breathes and you hear Steve purse his lips against Bucky’s cheek, seemingly a reward for asking more questions, communicating. His eyes are stormy when you meet them. You feel like you’re falling into them, letting the current carry you away. You’ve trusted him for quite some time now, have built a friendship up from nothing and made it into something you cherish. Even with your nerves, there is comfort, a great sense of it. This is still your Buck. 

“Yeah, Buck,” you confirm, closing the gap between the two of you in a kiss that is meant to be chaste but is wet from the start, Bucky damn near moaning onto your tongue. You think Steve’s added touch, his wandering hands, is to blame, but you’re too focused on Bucky’s tongue shyly tickling your own to confirm your assumptions. You hear Steve’s kisses as they’re planted on Bucky’s cheek, his neck, his shoulder, all while Bucky’s tongue dances along yours.

It’s so much. 

When you pull away from Bucky’s mouth, you do with a gasp, a heave of a noise, but you don’t move far. You can’t. Bucky’s mouth is sin, has already become addictive. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to go back, if you’ll think of Bucky every time you kiss anyone else from here on out. You purse your lips against his once more, chase him, before sitting back further. 

Your eyes are on Steve’s as soon as you pull back. 

“So good, Buck. You both feel okay? Y’feel good?” 

You don’t realize the two of you are holding hands until Bucky squeezes them when he answers, “Yes, Daddy,” and—

“Oh fuck…” 

Of course, of fucking course. 

It makes sense on all levels and through all lenses. Steve is Bucky’s Daddy. The weight of this information being shared is heavy, the heftiness of it going straight to your dick. Your body throbs in time with your elevated heart rate. You already know it now— this is the hottest moment of your life. 

When your eyes flick to Bucky’s once more, you notice the faint color to his cheeks. You wonder if it’s the flush of arousal but you’re almost certain it’s the blush of something so personal being put on full display. You squeeze his hand in reassurance, wishing you had more brain power to string words together about how insanely hot and endearing you find their dynamic. The squeeze will have to do. 

“Sweetheart?” Steve asks and your answer comes just as quickly— 

“Yes, Steve.” 

Bucky leans forward, closes the gap between you with a focused swiftness, kisses you messily with a hungry exhale. He pulls his hand away from yours only to slip it under your shirt, fingers digging into the skin of your hips, your side. Your dick finishes filling out so fast you whimper into Bucky’s mouth. You barely register Steve’s voice as he whispers into Bucky’s skin, his ear, as the two of you kiss. You can’t make out his words but Bucky reacts immediately and in-full, letting out a needy whine around your tongue. 

Steve chuckles. 

“You like the sound’a that, Buck?” 

“Daddy…”

Bucky uttering that word into your mouth might send you sailing indefinitely. 

“Yeah? You want that?”

Bucky nods into your kisses before your curiosity gets the best of you and you pull back once more. You look at Steve and then back to Bucky when you don’t find answers in his eyes. Steve’s hand lands on the skin of your other side, the one opposite of where Bucky’s hand lies, his grip hot. Your next blink is a slow one. 

“Tell him, just like I asked you,” Steve whispers into Bucky’s ear and like the best boy, Bucky doesn’t hesitate and murmurs to you— 

“Wanna show you how Daddy likes his cock sucked.” 

You’re going to pass out.

You’re going to cry. 

You might actually come. 

“Buck,” you whimper into his cheek after you sway forward, the two separate hands on your body squeezing tight with the intention of helping only making it harder to stay locked into the present. You can’t even begin to comprehend your luck. This will surely be something you beat off to until you’re six feet under. 

Steve’s next noise is warm and laced with a new edge of arousal, a noise that is closer than ever as he presses it into your temple as you press another kiss to Bucky’s cheek. 

“You’re okay with that, honey? With helpin’ Buck out? He’s so sweet, wanting to share with you…” 

Share? 

You make a curious noise into your next kiss, a press of your lips into Bucky���s. You can’t stop kissing him, chasing after him, soon losing this kind of access to him ever present in the back of your mind. Bucky responds to your noise with another deep kiss, Steve’s lips on the skin of your cheek, your jaw. 

“Daddy’s cock is so big, is so good. Wanna share with you, show you,” Bucky whispers into your mouth. You immediately moan, tongue reaching for Bucky’s own. “Can show you what Daddy likes, how we can make him come. Together.” 

It’s Steve’s turn to moan, such a gentle noise in your ear, beard rubbing against your cheek before his lips are back on Bucky’s body. 

“How’d I get to be such a lucky Daddy, huh?” 

When Bucky pulls away from your lips, they’re met with Steve’s without hesitation, his hand reaching for Bucky’s chin the moment he’s able to. You watch the two of them kiss without reservation, the comfortability and familiarity obvious in the way they move and dance with one another. It’s wet and fluid and hungry. It’s apparent Steve is the one in charge, is the one moving the two of them, guiding, pulling Bucky’s mouth wide open, making him accessible. 

It is, for the time being, the sexiest thing you’ve ever been witness to. 

Your lips attach themselves to the hinge of Bucky’s jaw, sucking on it and sidling in closer, if possible. You wrap your arm around Bucky’s waist, his back, press kisses into the sweet skin of his neck as his Daddy kisses him. Your hand runs down the front of his shirt, and with a surge of confidence, down over the front of his shorts as well, grabbing at his dick and giving it a good squeeze. Bucky squeals into Steve’s mouth. 

“Tell me what you don’t want, sugar. What is off limits?” 

You’re forever grateful for the communication. Your hands hold onto Bucky’s body as he contemplates his answer, your lips unable to remain stagnant on one patch of skin for too long. 

“I don’t...I only want to share a blowjob,” he starts meekly, and you nod your head. You were thankful to have been invited over for dinner and drinks; the rest of this is a dreamy bonus. You’ll be grateful for whatever you can get, would never wish to push or sway Bucky or Steve into any line of thinking. 

“Keep goin’...” 

“I...I wanna swallow,” Bucky whispers, Steve kissing him chastely in reassurance. You do the same to the shell of his ear. “And I...I don’t know how I feel about you two kissing.” 

Steve hums and you nod your head again.

“You wanna see us kiss to see how you feel about it?” Steve offers up, and you feel your knees lock up even as you sit here kneeling. Kissing Steve might end you, going from Bucky’s mouth to Bucky’s Daddy? The privilege of it, the eroticism, almost takes you out. You wait for Bucky’s answer though, entirely content on whatever he so chooses. 

“Yeah,” Bucky murmurs, turning his head in your direction. “Yeah, I wanna see.” 

You’re still processing Bucky’s permission when Steve reaches for your chin, tugs your mouth towards his, and you immediately recognize the difference between the two men. 

Where Bucky was gentle and tentative, Steve is dominant, assertive. Both are soft in their own ways, have their own preferences, but the differences are undeniable. The kiss lasts but three or four seconds, Steve’s beard rubbing against your chin as he tilts your mouth in the opposite direction, effortlessly prying your mouth open. Your tongue still tastes like Bucky and it’s as if Steve recognizes it with a shaky noise when his own tongue briefly meets yours before he pulls back. 

Bucky breathes heavily in your ear and the next few seconds are tense between the three of you, your eyes slow to focus and snap to the present. Steve’s lips are already back on Bucky’s skin, his cheek, his jaw. 

“Buck?” 

“I don’t think I like it,” Bucky decides quietly, and Steve is quick to nod his head, to reach for Bucky’s mouth in reassurance. 

“That’s okay, of course,” Steve rushes to explain and you nod your head in complete agreement. Bucky sighs shakily, takes a deep breath. 

“I want your kisses kept for me. They’re mine,” he asserts with more confidence, and Steve all but growls, hands tight on Bucky’s body as he licks into Bucky’s mouth. Witnessing such a thing mere inches from your face has you wondering if this is all a dream, one you’ll wake up from with your hand between your legs. 

“It’s...is it bad of me to kiss him then? If I don’t let you?” Bucky asks, whimpers, Steve not ready to stop littering his face and lips with kisses just yet. It’s a fair question, one that again has you admiring these two and their relationship, how comfortable and established they seem. You don’t move when Bucky says these words, wishing to remain as neutral as possible when the topic is yourself. 

“No, baby— it’s okay,” Steve whispers, his hand finding yours to guide it to Bucky’s side. “I’m okay with it, if you wanna share kisses with him. I think you’ll like that when the two of you share my cock.” 

You and Bucky moan in unison, wiggle where you sit. Fuck. Bucky’s lips meet yours again, a rushed and impatient movement now, this new sense of urgency and excitement following the clearer boundaries. You feel like you’re moving through honey, slow to react and slow to string thoughts together, and your lips are just beginning to purse when Bucky pulls back, grabbing for your hand. He heads to the floor, tugging you with him, and you’re on your knees in front of Steve before you can even blink.

You hope you never forget every miniscule detail of this moment. 

You are once again grateful for the clear boundaries, the communication that has taken place, as you are struck in this moment by the fact that Bucky and Steve are partners. They have cultivated this long-term relationship, spent years working to get to this point of letting it flourish, and here you are being gifted with the opportunity to witness it in such an intimate way. These two are lovers, are partners, boyfriends; you need the guidance as their guest. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” Steve murmurs from above you, taking note of your apparent realization of the significance of this moment. Your eyes are glued to the way Bucky’s hands run and squeeze hungrily up his Daddy’s thighs, the way his fingers wrap around and dig into the obvious bulge at Steve’s crotch. Steve giving but one gentle touch to Bucky’s hand has Bucky’s movements ceasing, one look at the older man making his gaze quickly turn to you. You’re nodding your head swiftly, not wishing to slow the course of events. 

Bucky’s hand is on you in an instant, a squeeze to your hip followed by a curl of fingers around your neck. The way he says your name almost makes your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“We can go slower, can...can totally stop. We don’t—”

“No, no I’m...I’m fine. More than fine, just...just really fucking hot for this,” you try your hardest to explain, words heavy on your tongue and slow to roll out of your mouth. Bucky is immediately cooing, turning and pressing kisses into your cheek, the sensitive skin of your neck, and all you can do is lean into them, reaching for any part of Bucky you can grasp onto. 

“Daddy,” he starts, amusement laced in his gentle tone as he pulls back and looks over at Steve. “He sounds like he’s going sweet.” 

You’re not sure what going sweet entails, but you are nodding your head in blind agreement as soon as the words are out of Bucky’s mouth, your moan matching his giggle in amusement as he reaches for your lips with his own. The noise Steve lets out above you is also an amused one, a heated one that rolls right down your spine, Bucky’s hand chasing after it. 

“Yeah, sugar? You think so?” Steve asks, and Bucky nods his head into your kisses. 

“Mhmm, s’hard to talk when you’re goin’ sweet,” he responds, Steve surely aware of the signs of this mindset that is a mystery to you, Bucky explaining what he notes purely for your sake. “His eyes are kinda glassy, his cheeks all red and rosey. Is this why you think I’m so cute when I get this way?” 

You aren’t sure why, but Bucky’s comments, being so seen and for it to be noted verbally, have your next exhale inadvertently coming out as a whine. It is a noise that seems to prove Bucky’s point, that has him nodding his head once more in silent confirmation. 

“You better take extra care’a him then, Buck. You know better than anybody how someone going sweet wants to be treated.” 

Steve’s voice is basement deep, is thick with obvious emotion and maybe even pride. This mindset must be one that happens frequently with Bucky, one that he is indeed familiar with. Bucky’s Daddy telling him to take good care of you hits you like a freight train right to the solar plexus, right to the center of your being. You gasp with how intensely your dick throbs between your legs. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

When Bucky turns back towards Steve’s spread thighs, he does so with you in tow this time around, hand guiding your elbow as you shift. He kisses you gently and casually on the lips before his hands are back on Steve’s thighs, his hips. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he gropes at Steve’s cock brazenly through his jeans, your heart skipping a beat at the apparent size of him; Steve would have a fat dick. 

You follow Bucky’s lead. When he settles more comfortably to the floor on his knees, you do so as well. You’re hesitant to touch right away, to do anything without Bucky’s explicit guidance. You’ve grown comfortable with touching him, with this newfound physicality, but you can’t say the same for Steve just yet. When Bucky leans forward to mouth at Steve’s cock through his jeans, you follow and instead reach for Bucky’s neck, his shoulder, your hands easily finding their way up under his shirt.

“You gonna be good, Buck?” Steve murmurs softly. He reaches his hand down, rubs his thumb along Bucky’s bottom lip distractedly from where he’s leaned back into the couch. Even in this position he looks so damn large, thighs spread wide, thick waist. Bucky’s noise is gentle and eager as you watch Steve push his thumb through the seam of Bucky’s lips. Your gut curls pleasantly at the sight.

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers in response and, goddamn you know it to be true already. Steve hums. 

“You gonna show him how your Daddy likes his cock sucked? You gonna share and play nice?” 

You purse your lips against the hinge of Bucky’s jaw, hands tight on the heated skin of his waist. Bucky moans.  

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Steve’s attention turns to you then, same thumb coming to your mouth. Oh.

“You’re gonna listen to Buck right, sweetheart? Do as he says?” 

When Steve’s thumb presses against your bottom lip, you barely stifle your moan, his finger still slick with Bucky’s spit. He pushes it into your mouth anyway and you nod your head around the digit with a noise in agreement. 

“There’s nothin’ you have to do tonight. You know that, right?” Steve reminds you, and you nod your head again, hollowing out your cheeks as Steve pulls his thumb free from your mouth. “Good. Bucky knows that, always knows that. Wanted to make sure you knew it too.” You respond with what feels right, what feels easiest—

“Yes, Steve.” 

He taps your chin with a wink before letting his arm fall back to his side, and your brain tumbles when you hear a zip. It takes your eyes a moment to catch up with your ears, gaze remaining on the way Steve settles confidently back into the couch and less so on Bucky’s hands. The only thing that pulls your eyes downward is the happy noise that Bucky lets out, the thick hum. You can’t do anything to hide your surprise. 

You had this thought moments ago after seeing Steve’s bulge through his jeans, that his dick is big, but seeing it fill up Bucky’s hand is something else entirely. It’s the prettiest, most drool-worthy dick you’ve ever seen, pronounced crown and leaking already. You watch as Bucky touches it with apparent expertise, such fondness and knowledge, the sheer girth of Steve making Bucky’s hand look dainty and nimble. His fingers traipse down to where Steve’s balls, heavy and full, are tucked under the waistband of his briefs. 

Your mouth floods with saliva, which makes you swallow audibly. The way you melt into Bucky’s side isn’t lost on either man. 

“Got the prettiest Daddy dick, doesn’t he?” Bucky almost whispers as he sits back slightly and joins you in watching his fingers dance along the hot length of Steve. Steve hums. You whimper, your fingers digging into the skin of Bucky’s waist, his belly. 

“So...he’s so thick, Buck,” you hear yourself mumble into Bucky’s ear before you can stop yourself, and you have to resist the urge to roll your hips into Bucky’s own at the sight before you. Bucky nods, moans. 

“Mhmm, makes me fuckin’ crazy. Can come on this cock without even touching myself sometimes. Makes my boy pussy stretch out so good.” 

Fuck.

As if Bucky can’t take waiting any longer, as if his words are too much to hear for even himself, he leans forward and presses a wet, noisy kiss at the base of Steve’s cock, one and then another, lips pursing and traveling up towards Steve’s leaking tip. The movement pulls you with him briefly, pulls you closer to the dick you had just been talking about as if Steve wasn’t in the room. Steve’s hand is in Bucky’s hair from the moment Bucky leans forward, gentle and open, guiding. 

“Gonna make your Daddy blush, sugar,” Steve murmurs roughly, and Bucky almost giggles before tipping his chin and wrapping his lips around the tip of Steve’s cock and hollowing out his cheeks with another noise. Steve groans. You feel like making a noise as well, one that symbolizes just how overwhelming it is to watch Bucky’s tongue play with the tip of his Daddy’s dick, but your brain can only focus on one thing at a time. 

“Daddy’s got a sensitive cockhead,” Bucky tells you when he pulls his mouth back the barest of increments. “He likes it though, likes it when you make him feel a bit too much.” 

You do manage to make a noise that time, easier when you hear Steve’s own. 

“He likes things slower, likes to feel your mouth, likes to keep his hand in your hair and to tell you when to look up at him. He always wants you to take all of him, loves seein’ you all messy and hearing you be loud. Daddy loves his balls played with too, likes to have them sucked on, have ‘em kissed.” 

You could kneel there forever and not even put your mouth on Steve, just listen to Bucky talk about his Daddy in between kitten licks and kisses onto Steve’s cock. It’s heaven. It’s slow, syrupy heaven that you never want to be removed from, but then Bucky is tilting his head in your direction and murmuring, “C’mere.” 

You raise your head further in response to Bucky’s one word, heart hammering against your chest. 

“Come give Daddy a kiss.” 

You think you hear Steve curse into a chuckle of disbelief, but at this point anything could be your imagination. You don’t even hesitate to listen to Bucky, this itch to do as he says too strong, one you need to scratch immediately. Bucky takes his Daddy in hand, holds his cock steady and accessible for your mouth, and you follow Bucky’s lead— you plant a kiss to the underside of Steve’s dick, near the tip. The musk of the older man alone has your mouth watering, your eyelids fluttering. Bucky hums, closes the gap between the two of you, lips at your ear. 

“Messier.” 

“Fuckin’ hell, Buck. Baby…” 

You moan into the next kiss, doing as Bucky says and opening your lips after pursing them, spit leaking out as you whine and smack an even messier kiss to Steve’s dick. Bucky’s satisfied noise in your ear sends a shiver down your spine. 

“When you suck on the tip, let him know you like it. Be noisy. Use your tongue too, tease him.” 

When you tilt your chin and lean forward this time, Bucky follows you, moves with you as you dazedly open your mouth and slurp the fat tip of Steve’s dick between your lips. Bucky immediately gives you a noise that feels like praise, lips so close to your own you can feel his breath fan across them. You do exactly as he said, making the movement noisy, teasing Steve with your tongue as you slurp. Bucky kisses the corner of your mouth where it’s wrapped around Steve’s cock. 

“Doin’ so good isn’t he, Daddy?” Bucky coos, and Steve is quick to groan, to spread his thighs. 

“So good, sweetheart. Listening to Buck so well.” 

Fingers card through your hair, slow and luxurious, a movement that is not nearly long enough, and Bucky hums, whispers your name. 

“Why don’t you take some more? Take Daddy deeper.” 

You listen without hesitation this time, eager to do as Bucky says, eager to make Steve feel good. Your lips slide down Steve’s cock with only slight resistance, the girth of Steve taking you by surprise now that he’s in your mouth. You can only easily work half of him into your mouth, along the flat of your tongue, and Bucky reminds you quickly and quietly— 

“Messy. Let him know.” 

Your moan doesn’t need to be pulled out of you; it flows easily from the back of your throat and around your mouthful. 

Bucky makes his own noise, presses messy kisses of his own to your cheek, close to your lips. He moves with you as you bob your head lazily, heavy sensation in your limbs and in the back of your head coupling with the feeling of your mouth being full. It’s a lot. It feels nice, more than nice. You feel thick fingertips rub at your scalp, dig into your hair, and the sensation prolongs your moan. 

“Feels so good, sweetheart. Goddamn, doin’ so good. Buck is teachin’ you what I like so well, ain’t he?” 

When Bucky’s hand comes up to wrap around the part of Steve’s cock you have yet to reach with your mouth, you pull your head back with a sloppy, wet noise. Your eyes meet his over his handful and it seems you're almost past the point of words, these pitiful noises the only form of communication you can manage at the moment. Bucky kisses you on the mouth, once, twice, three times, kisses so full of heat as you share the taste of his Daddy that you can’t help but pant and scramble for him. 

“More?” he asks sweetly, husking the word out onto your damp bottom lip. You dig your fingers into the skin of his hip.

“More.” 

This time the two of you move forward in sync, mouths reaching for any part of Steve’s cock you can manage, soft and needy noises pouring from both of your tongues. It’s almost as if you’re kissing Bucky, lips melding and moving together, but with Steve’s cock in the way, between your lips. It’s a fantasy you’ve had before, one so far out of reach you’ve shoved it to the depths of your mind, yet here it is right in front of you, one you are experiencing in real time. 

You feel like an exposed nerve-ending, raw and alight and pulsing with untapped energy. 

When your tongue reaches out to rub at the crown of Steve’s cock, Bucky’s tongue is already there, reaching for your own tongue with a whine. When you purse your lips and slip them down the impressive line of Steve’s length, sucking kisses onto the hot flesh as you go, Bucky leans down and sucks his own kisses onto his Daddy’s balls. It makes Steve’s groan sound basement-deep, makes him spread his meaty, denim-clad thighs where he relaxes back into the couch. 

“Know what I like, sugar. There ya go,” he rasps out encouragingly, a growl of a noise as he reaches for the nape of Bucky’s neck, pulling him taut against his sac. “Gimme kisses there, baby. Fuck yeah…” 

When Steve’s hand leaves Bucky’s neck, it reaches for your forehead, brushing your hair back from your face. Your eyelids flutter in time with the way your dick twitches and if your cheeks weren’t fully flushed before, they are definitely beet red at this point. Your mouth is on Steve’s cock. Your mouth, your lips and your tongue, are on Steve’s cock. You're sharing it with Bucky who sounds like he’s purring beneath you, his mouth full of his Daddy’s balls. 

“Feels so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” is all Steve says, simple yet gutting, and you can’t tell if it goes right to your dick or right to your head. Maybe both. 

You gasp when you feel Bucky’s hand slip teasingly along your thigh, jaw unintentionally dropping open to perfectly allow for the fat tip of Steve’s cock to slip between your lips unintentionally. Bucky’s hand so close to your dick, groping purposefully, while Steve snatches up the opportunity to kick his hips up, to fuck himself into your mouth further, has you feeling like you’re barely tethered to the earth once again. 

You don’t even process the sound of your gag, wet and filthy noise deaf on your own ears while your mouth is so very full. You hear Steve’s ragged moan though, hear Bucky’s whine as he reaches for you, his lips landing on your ear. 

“Yeah, mhmm— take my Daddy deeper. S’good, so good.” 

“Buck…shit, baby…” 

All you can do is listen eagerly, whimper and nod your head as you welcome Steve into your mouth further, your throat easily constricting around the girth of his cock.

“Daddy,” Bucky murmurs into your ear but for Steve, voice strained and heavy. “Daddy, can I…can I ask to touch him?” 

You moan around Steve, head bobbing as your tongue laps up the bitter burst of precome that floods your mouth, a direct reaction to Bucky’s request. You swallow it down happily. 

“Sugar, you wanna touch him? How?” Steve’s voice is soft even if strained, fingers slipping through your hair once more. You feel Bucky nod his head, his nose brushing your cheek as he answers.

“Wanna…wanna stroke him off. He’s makin’ you feel so good, Daddy. Wanna make him feel so good. Can I? Is that okay?” 

Oh god. 

“Fuck, baby. Bein’ so nice, aren’t you? The sweetest. You ask him, Buck. Ask him nicely. Daddy said it’s okay.” 

Bucky doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Can I take you…take you out of your pants? Can I touch you?” Bucky asks against your temple, lips slick and soft like velvet, and you don’t bother pulling your head back; you nod your head and moan around your mouthful. Steve’s hand strokes roughly at your scalp, enough to grab your attention as he says to you, “Words, sweetheart. We need words.” 

You whine.

“B-Bucky…please,” you sputter when you pull your head back, hips kicking forward as he palms the zipper of your jeans. “Please touch me.” 

“That’s it, that’s nice…” 

Bucky moves, sidles in close behind you, pulls you out of your pants with such ease and grace you’ll surely marvel at the feat later, how easily he unzips your jeans. His nimble fingers waste no time in wrapping themselves around your dick, tugging once and then twice, and you decide to be embarrassed about how close you are to already coming later. It’s like Bucky has touched you before, knows exactly how you like to be gripped, stroked. Your mouth is useless around Steve’s cock, unable to bob, unable to suck properly, not with Bucky’s fist tight around you. 

Steve’s groan is more of a sigh when he slips from your lips, your own noise much higher and needier than his own. You can’t even lift your head properly, letting your cheek fall to Steve’s thigh briefly and clumsily. 

“Buck…Bucky…” 

Bucky hums into your neck, mouth opening directly over that spot under your ear.  Your curse is bitten-off and mushy. Your legs spread as far as they can given your positioning and your pants, and even when you’re met with resistance, you press your hips forward right into Bucky’s hand anyway. 

Steve’s petting turns insistent, gets more purposeful and you raise your head blindly with a whine. A strong hand grabs at your chin and you’re inclined to say thank you, but your words get lost in the way Bucky’s wrist twists on every upstroke.

“Love watchin’ you touch him, Buck. Know just how that hand feels and I can see it on his face, what I’ve felt, how good you make it,” Steve whispers, tipping your chin up towards him just so he can watch. The heat of Bucky against your back intensifies, grows, maybe because of the throb of Steve’s words, maybe because of the way your friend sucks on the skin of your neck and whimpers at his Daddy’s praise. Maybe both.

“You should make him come,” Steve says with a bit of a growl. “You should make him come, sugar. And then you can come up here and make your Daddy come too, swallow my load.” 

You don’t even wait for Bucky to ask you— 

“Please! Bucky, please make me come, I want it.”  

Bucky’s hand gradually tightens around your dick, other hand wrapping briefly around the front of your throat before sliding down your chest. You watch as Steve takes himself in hand, fingers circling gently around his own girth, listening as Bucky says sweetly and thickly, “Yes, Daddy,” before he is whispering in your ear, “Let him feed it to you. Come with my Daddy’s cock in your mouth.” 

Five strokes. You start to come after five strokes of your dick, firm and long and harsh. You barely wrap your lips around Steve’s cock by the time you feel that swirling build in your core, before your balls draw tight and the older man is pressing you down further on his length by a hand on the back of your head. Your ears roar as you moan around your mouthful, mouth slack as Steve fucks into it, Bucky’s hand wringing wave after wave out of you. 

It is easily the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced, one you know will surely never be robbed of its title. 

Your limbs are trembling as you come down, pulling off of Steve’s cock with a wet pop and a drawn-out whine. You can’t make out Bucky and Steve’s words, not a single one of them, their hushed and soothing tones adding to the headiness of the moment. Bucky’s lips press into the skin of your neck, your shoulder, your ear, Steve’s fingers slipping through your hair soothingly. When you pull your head back you can’t stop the drool that slips down your chin and follows Steve’s cock. 

You’re well and truly gone but you know you could go again, your orgasm just barely taking the edge of the evening off. You feel that heat, that stir in the pit of your stomach, your groin, your breaths shaky as they shudder from your chest. 

“So good, sugar, fuck. He’s shakin’, look at the state you put him in. S’my boy, my boy.” 

You whimper, head no longer swimming, breaths coming easier. Bucky moves then, shifts around your hips, careful not to jostle you but quite obviously eager. He presses unexpected kisses to your lips when you turn to watch him move through half-lidded eyes. You watch as his hand reaches for Steve’s cock and you remember his orders— 

You should make him come, sugar. And then you can come up here and make your Daddy come too, swallow my load…

The hesitancy of watching you felt earlier on in the evening is nowhere to be found as you look on as Bucky drops his jaw and fills his mouth with his Daddy’s cock. You can feel Steve’s groan down in your own toes, the line of your body pressed tightly to Steve’s thigh. You can just about feel the palpable relief in Bucky’s whimper around his mouthful. It’s both admirable and deeply erotic, seeing how desperately eager Bucky is to make Steve feel good, to make him come, even after he’s already made you come. 

You can hear the unspoken words that are shared between the two of them through touch and eye contact, the intimacy doing wild things to your chest. Steve is quick to reassure you though, to include you, his arm slinging down and around your shoulders as you both watch on as Bucky brings him to orgasm.

The unspoken words dig deep into your center, but the filth that Steve spews for Bucky is otherworldly.

“Christ, babylove. Suck me so good, know just what I need. Don’t you? Know just what your Daddy needs? Fuck, that’s good, goddamn that’s it. S’gonna get me there, oh your filthy fuckin’ mouth is gonna get me there, sugar. Show’m how you make your Daddy come, show him…” 

It happens with hot and swift urgency: Bucky moans, high and whiny, doubles the efforts of his slick mouth just in time for Steve to groan deep in his chest and clasp his hand around the nape of his baby’s neck, hips kicking up, grinding. 

You aren’t surprised in the slightest that Steve is beautiful when he comes, when he is in the throes of an orgasm, but what does catch you off guard is how gorgeous Bucky looks being the one to bring Steve to his climax. He moans as if it’s his own, whimpers as he makes a show of swallowing, something you are able to witness up close. Steve is incredibly well endowed, girthy and long, and your jaw aches for Bucky’s own as you watch him easily swallow his Daddy down to the root. It’s an impressive feat, one that makes your dick ache, impossibly so.

Bucky drinks down his Daddy’s come expertly, with full enthusiasm and submission. It leaves you panting, your breath hitching just as it’s leveling out. 

But that’s before Steve is pulling Bucky up to his lap, big hands scooping him up off of the floor, words hoarse but gentle as he warns you to move to make room so you don’t get knocked by a limb. You get dizzy yourself as you watch Steve spin Bucky around by his hips, turning him to face you on the floor before pulling Bucky down into his lap. 

Your friend almost sounds like he’s hurting, like he’s frantically trying to run away from some sort of pain, whimpering his Daddy’s name over and over again.  

“You’re alright, sugar. Hush, Daddy’s got you.” 

With a smooth movement, Steve’s arm wraps up and around Bucky’s chest, fingers curling around the column of his throat. His other hand reaches for Bucky’s dick, his pants undone in an instant.

“Sweetheart?” Steve asks, the question and endearment guided towards you. You feel like you’re watching through hazy vision, slow and syrupy and kneeling there in front of the other two men. You nod your head slowly but can’t seem to look up at the older man, eyes transfixed on the way Bucky’s dick looks wrapped up in his Daddy’s thick fingers. 

“Sweetheart, look at me. There you go, thank you. Bucky— Daddy said hush.” 

You have got to get yourself a Daddy, you decide. 

“You’ve done so much for Bucky tonight, listening to him and letting him guide you and tell you what to do…” 

Steve’s hand pumps around Bucky’s weeping erection but you try your hardest to keep your eyes on Steve’s commanding ones. You swallow as he presses a sharp bite to the hinge of Bucky’s jaw, the movement forcing a sharp whine from your friend’s mouth. 

“But I want you to do something for me now. Will you do somethin’ for me, sweetheart?” 

You nod your head without thought but Steve ignores it momentarily. 

“Wait. I want you to swallow Bucky’s load. I’m gonna stroke him off until he tells me he’s close—” 

“Close, close!” 

“— and then I’m gonna feed him to you, just the tip. And you’re gonna swallow everything, every last drop. Can you do that for me, honey?” 

It’s your turn to whine. You don’t stop to think about how this might change your relationship with Bucky, how this may be a turning point, how things may be awkward after this point of knowing what his come tastes like. You lean forward, reaching for Steve’s knees, sticking your tongue out. 

You can’t think of anything else you want more in this world. 

“Good, that’s good. Tell Buck, tell him you want it.” 

“Close! Daddy!” 

“Baby, hold it.” 

“I—” 

You lean forward eagerly, Steve slowing his hand so you can press your lips against the tip of Bucky’s dick, giving it small kitten licks. Your mouth waters. 

“B-Bucky, I want it. Want…want your come in my mouth. Want to swallow your—” 

“Aww, fuck that’s sweet. Ain’t he sweet, Buck?” 

Bucky’s response is garbled and frantic, words hard to discern, even moreso with his head tipped back onto Steve’s shoulder, hips kicking up something fierce. One taste has you hungry, has you famished, and you dip your head to mouth at Bucky’s balls. 

“That’s it, that’ll make him come. Won’t it, sugar? Too bad you can’t get your mouth on his hole; could have him squealin’.” 

Bucky sobs. 

“Daddy, I can’t—! I’m coming, I’m coming! Please, I can’t—” 

“Go on, baby. He’s ready for you, ready to take it all, come on.” 

Steve’s hand strokes over Bucky, deep and hard, pulls drawn out. He doesn’t pick up the speed of his movements, doesn’t rush. He releases Bucky’s throat, reaches for the nape of your neck and guides you up and forward, hand moving on Bucky’s dick. 

“There you go, there it is…” 

You wrap your lips around the tip of Bucky’s dick just in time. He’s the perfect size, you think, just before the first taste of come splashes onto your tongue. You aren’t sure what you expect, but Steve continuing to jerk Bucky off while you drink him down is not it. When your friend moans, high pitched and whiny, all three of you moan in unison. 

This is a shared orgasm, a shared experience. What Steve and Bucky have felt tonight, you too have felt. The pleasure between the three of you, that lives in each of you individually, is palpable and intoxicating. 

Steve’s fist brushes against your lips again and again, slow to pull Bucky’s orgasm directly from his soul it seems, and feeds it to you. You do as you’re told and drink every last drop down, eyes half-lidded as you look up the line of Bucky’s body, enthralled. He’s beautiful, you’ve always thought so, but there’s something so raw and vulnerable about sharing this climax with your friend and his partner. 

You’re never going to forget this night, you think with confidence. 

You don’t think twice as you slump forward to rest your head on Bucky’s thigh, breathing heavily through your nose. Hands delve through your hair and you’re not sure if they belong to Bucky or Steve. You don’t care whose they are; they feel incredible.

The silence that settles upon the three of you is companionable, comforting. There’s no awkwardness to it, no tension. As you let your eyes fall closed, you feel like the three of you share a few breaths, deep and grounding. You try your hardest not to think about walking away from tonight, of walking away from them. Instead, you force yourself to focus on the present, on how your body feels, on how you feel having been able to provide such pleasure to both men. 

The fingers in your hair pull tight just a smidgen. 

“Hmm?” 

Were they talking to you? 

“See? I wouldn’t want to send him home tonight anyway, but look at him, Steve. He should stay.” 

You missed an entire conversation it seems. How deep had you been in your head? 

“Can he stay, Daddy?” 

Steve doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Of course he can, baby. Sweetheart? We’d like it if you’d stay the night. We can take a quick shower and hop in bed. That sounds nice, right?” 

The moan you let out is damn near pornographic, Steve’s chuckle reaching your toes and Bucky’s giggle sweeter than spun sugar. 

“It’s settled. Why don’t you boys go get in the shower while I get a few things ready for the night. Does that sound okay?” 

That sounds more than okay to you and you nod your head in agreement when Bucky murmurs out an easy and perfect—

“Yes, Daddy.”

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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 🥺❤️

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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.

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"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."

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Hey babes! Can you guys possibly do a daddy stucky little reader where their little gets her period for the first time. They are super cuddly and overbearing, but she loves it ❤️

Period Cuddles

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, period, mentions of blood, many kisses, fluff, this is not really proofread 😬

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Whining you turned to your other side, the light that was shining through the curtains blinding you a little.

You rubbed your tired eyes and pout, you felt miserable. Sitting up you pulled the bed covers off your body, gasping when you saw a bloodstain on the white sheets.

Tears were already building up in your eyes and you let out a whimper.

When Steve heard you through the baby monitor he stopped what he was doing and went to your room.

He frowned when he found you sniffling on your bed, your knees pulled up to your chest and a stuffie clutched close.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed. When he got closer he saw the reason you were crying, instantly starting to comfort you. "It's okay, little doll. Don't be scared, daddy is here."

"Let's get you in a nice bath, yeah?" you only nod holding your arms up for him.

Steve gently picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom, on the way there he crossed paths with Bucky, who was worried because of your tear-strained face.

The blonde whispered something to him that you didn't really understand and Bucky pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

In the bathroom the water was already filling the tub while Steve helped you out of your jammies, throwing them in the laundry basket. He picked you up again and lowered you into the warm water, your muscles finally relaxing.

"There we go. Does that feel nice?" he chuckled when you closed your eyes.

While Steve gave you your bath, Bucky was changing your bedsheets and preparing his and Steve's bed for you to sleep in the next days, both knowing you wouldn't want to leave their side.

The Super Soldiers know it's your first time having your period and want it to be as comfortable as possible for you, they both had to ask Natasha for advice.

You giggled a little when Steve slightly blew air into your face with the hair dryer.

"Silly daddy!"

"Oh, I'm silly you say?" he smiled and kissed your cheek, reaching out to grab a pull-up. "You should wear those for the next few days, ok doll? You don't have to use them! They are just for the blood."

You nod and let him slip on the pull-up, your jammies followed next. Steve picked you up and got to the master bedroom where you saw Bucky moving around.

Your head perked up at what Bucky prepared for you. "I can sleep here?"

"Yes, Doll. You can sleep here with us the next few days." your dada announced happily and took you from Steve's arms, blowing raspberries to your cheek and placing you in the middle of their bed.

You quickly got comfortable and your eyes went wide at all the snacks that were stacked on the nightstand, making a grabby hand for your sippy that Steve gladly handed to you.

Bucky handed you a pill before you could drink. "Here, Doll, it's for the pain." he winked.

"Fank you." you quickly swallowed the painkiller and laid down.

A few moments later you saw both of your daddies coming out of the attached bathroom, both dressed in their famous snuggle outfits. You were squealing on the inside with glee, you get to cuddle with them the whole day! Not only today though.

The super soldiers got quickly on each side of you, squishing you in between them.

"Everything is okay, daddies are here doll," Bucky whispered and kissed your head.

"How are you feeling? Or do you need anything else?" Steve asked worried that you might not be comfortable.

Bucky chuckled that his boyfriend went into mama bear mode. Steve is protective in general but when he's in that mode he won't even leave your side, constantly making sure you're alright.

"M good, thank you daddy" you smiled and sat up a little. "Can we watch 'toons? And eat some snacks?" you hesitantly asked the last part.

"Sure doll" Bucky smirked and handed you your favorite candy first.

Next, he reached out for his phone to answer Natasha's messages, telling her that everything worked and thanking her for the bits of advice. He put his phone away, Bluey was already playing on the TV and they could hear you humming to the intro.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other with proud smiles and leaned in to kiss each other softly.

"Bluey!" you giggled and they both got comfortable, all wrapped around you.

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[alien-magnolia]

Breaking Rules / Aftercare with Daddy Steve Harrington!!

My thoughts on what kind of Daddy Dom Steve would be :)  18+ Minors DNI

Unlike Eddie, Daddy Steve was more strict about the rules. Very strict. Eds would sometimes let you get away with breaking a rule!! “S’okay, sweet girl. No punishment this time,” he’d coo at you, while you pouted at him. Puppy eyes and pouts would work on Eddie, but not on Steve. 

Stevie was different. He was the meaner daddy when it came to punishments and breaking the rules, always thinking of new ones for you. Sometimes, if he’d spank you, he’d do it for a while. Or he would even use a belt a few times. God — it hurt. Steve was much stronger than Eddie, and it showed. 

You’d think that you’d prefer punishments with your sweet Eddie instead, but something about tonight made you crave for Steve’s harsh hand. He was rougher than Eddie by a lot – but aftercare made it worth it.

“Now. I’m going to put this belt on your ass. Every time I give you a spank, you’re going to count,” he sternly commands. “Is that clear?” “Yes daddy,” you sobbed. Punishments with Steve weren’t as fun as they were with Eddie. 

With Eddie, he usually puts you over his knee. But with Steve, he just manhandles you down onto the bed, sometimes even holding back your wrists with one of his large hands. 

He gave you 20 spanks tonight, and a few with the belt. You were completely ruined by the end, until you finally felt his big, rough, hands let go of your wrist. 

“Honey. You with me, baby?” His calloused hand gently brushes away your hair from your face. He gets on the bed, and then lifts you so your head is in his lap.

“Yes, daddy,” you mutter out. He gives your face a few gentle kisses, before standing up. He picks you up bridal style, and carries you to the bathroom while you bury your face in his freckled neck.

He sets you down next to the bathtub, and lets the water run. “I think you need a shower, sweet girl,” he says to you, gently, almost as if talking to a spooked little kitten. You nod. “Don’t wanna shower alone,” you pout. 

“Wasn’t going to let you shower alone, sweetie. Daddy will stay with you.”

That shower was great, you’d just stand there and cling onto the safe space that was his chest, while he helped you get clean. After that, of course, he’d bandage you up very carefully, and carry you to the kitchen.

“I know we just had a rough scene, honey. Don’t want you straining,” he’d say if you insisted that you can walk around by yourself. You just further nuzzled into his chest as he carries you down to the kitchen, you feel his the hairs on his chest brush against your cheek. He was strong enough to, so you didn’t complain. 

He’d set you down on one of the chairs and then cook your favorite meal!! He sets down a glass of water in front of you, even with a bit of lemon on the side that he cut up. “Drink, honey,” he insists, looking over at you with a raised eyebrow to make sure you do. You drink it all. “Good girl,” he replies, then comes over to take you to the couch, where dinner is waiting. 

You cuddle up all nice and comfy on Stevie’s lap, and he’d hold you nice and tight while you ate the dinner he made for you.

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[tennant-the-tigger]

Babysitter Steve: Then. Now.

Baby sitter Steve, in his pillow fort nest with his 6 nuggets. Shortly after season 2, Dustin starts to drag Steve into meets where Steve unknowingly begins his career as the party's babysitter. He secretly loves it, but don’t tell them that.

My Stranger Things Art | Steve’s Mcnuggets | Stranger Things Mini Comics

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[bifemboyloser]

HairdresserTop!Steve x Bottom!Male Reader

Warning: cum in ass, sex in public, readers a twink, I think that’s all <3

Your boyfriend is the best hairdresser in the game, anytime you need a haircut you go to him he does the cutting and will sit at the front desk. Today he was at the front desk and you walk in when you walk in

“Hello do you have an a-“ he stop and looks up “oh hi my boy”

“Hello daddy, how’s work?”

“Good my boy” he starts playing with your hair and you walk over to him and see what he’s working on, he lets you watch but then you go under his desk and un do his pants “my baby boy what are you doing” you starts sucking his nice 12 inch cock “o-oooo~ good boy~” he starts playing with your hair. You hear someone walk in and you start sucking harder “h-hello do you have an appointment..?” He said and you wanted to be more bad and you start biting, he jumps and you feel he tries to pull your hair to make you stop, the person finally go and he pulls you up on his cock you feel his cock slip into you “a-ahhh~ daddy..~” he starts speeding up and going harder you feel yourself almost cum already “d-d-daddy I’m..I’m close..” “really baby?? Ok” he lift up his shirt and starts going hard and hitting your prostate over and over again you cum and you feel his white warm liquid inside you you too stop and he clean you up, when you two are cleaned up you sit back down on the floor and wait for his shift to end.

(Sorry if I spelled anything wrong)

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