#dark!steve rogers x little!reader

[babyjakes]

you all over me.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | double penetration

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

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

word count | 1,386

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[timidpumpkin]

Can you do a stucky little reader? She wakes up sick ( flu symptoms) and they take care of her. Angst and fluff with cute nicknames. 🥺🥺❤️❤️

You had me at angst…and fluff…and cute nicknames…okay you had me at the whole thing🙈🙈💞💞heheh i hope you like it!! I set it in little light universe🫶🫶❤️💙❤️💙

(pictures are not my own)

More Than Anything (Stucky x reader)

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, Implied forced age regression, Sick reader, Meanie bucky, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames.

Word count: 4.2k

It hurts.

“Mornin’ Doll,” Bucky says after flipping your lights on. The illumination now burning your vision makes you pull the covers over your head as you flip over, hiding from the bright room. You hear him making his way to your bedside. The mattress beneath dips you sideways a bit as he sits beside your dormant form. 

“Come on now, time to get up.” he pulls lightly at the duvet covering you. He can tell you’re gripping it with all you can. Though he could easily unveil you, he decides against it, knowing that ripping the blanket from your delicately curled-up fingers might hurt them. Instead, he leans his body over yours, one hand placed on the other side of your hip as he hovers above you. He dips his head close to where yours is concealed by the warm blanket. “Don’t make me carry you down there,” he whispers teasingly, figuring it’s likely what you’re hoping for. 

Instead, you only groan in response, mumbling something about getting a little more sleep. It wasn’t an uncommon request from you, and Bucky knew how much babies needed their sleep. Usually, he would let it slide, loving how adorable you look in dreamland, but he can’t. Not this time. 

It was almost noon. He peers around your room. It’s not the cleanest, but it looks pristine compared to the current state of your playroom. He had asked you yesterday to clean it, noticing the myriad of toys and their respective accessories scattered across the carpeted floor.

You, preoccupied with dressing your doll so she could ‘go on vacation,’ promised him you’d do it after dinner. Bucky apprehensively agreed, and even let you fall through on your assigned chore after you quickly fell asleep on the couch, much before your usual bedtime. Figuring you played your little heart out, he carried you upstairs and told himself to remind you in the morning.

Having already slept almost twelve hours, he knows if he lets your slumber last any longer, you’ll never sleep tonight. He sighs.

“I know you want more babygirl, but Dada already made breakfast and lunch. You need to come eat,” he waits a few moments for you to respond, but you don’t let out a sound or groan. “I'm serious, Doll, time to get up,” he states, standing up, hoping it’ll prompt you to follow. You peel your sheets back to look at him.

“Daddy…” you whine, unsure of what you're asking for. All you knew is that it hurt. Everything. It wasn’t just that the lights were too bright. It wasn't just that you were sleepy. Your whole body felt…bad. Just bad. You couldn’t exactly explain it, but you did know that moving didn’t seem like it would help. 

Bucky only looks at you, unsatisfied. You try sitting up, which you find is more difficult than it should have been. Once you’re upright, you feel pressure in your head. Your cheeks and forehead feel as if there's unwanted gunk smooshed inside. It makes you want to lie back down immediately. 

“m’ tired daddy,” you say groggily. 

“That’s ‘cause you slept so much,” Bucky knew messing with your established sleep pattern too much would likely make you feel more cranky than it seemed you already were. So, as much as he knew you didn’t want to, he believed it would be for the best to make you get up.

As you start to get out of bed, it feels as though the air is made of thick jello with every movement you make.

“Daddyyy…ughhhh” you groan unhappily at him, and kick at your sheets frustrated that you’re being forced to move.

Bucky’s eyes narrow at your agitated action, never liking that kind of behavior from you.

“Don’t be that way, Doll. it’s too early for that,” he warns.

“Mmm,” you groan again. “noo, don’t wanna, wanna sleep!” you say crankily, flopping back down on the bed again with your arms crossed to prove your point. That point being: you. did. not. want. to. move.

Bucky rolls his eyes, and takes a deep breath, debating internally on how to approach your grouchiness. He decides, only since it’s so early—for you—that he’ll go easy on you, hoping this attitude will fade as you wake up. 

“No more sleep, but,” he leans down closer to you, “if you promise to be a good girl all day, Daddy will carry you down there.” he offers as a compromise.

Truthfully, you’d still rather lay in bed, but you knew you had to do what Daddy asked. More so, you didn’t want him to be upset with you, so you nod your head in agreement. 

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Okay daddy, what?” he questions.

“I-i’ll be good,” you say, having a hard time remembering what he asked. He slides his hands under you and begins to pick you up. Once you’re in his hold, you quickly let your head fall to his shoulder, wishing you could now sleep there instead.

“And you’ll eat your breakfast this morning?” he asks into your heavy head. You nod into his neck and mumble a ‘yes daddy’ assentingly.

Once he places you in your chair downstairs, Steve greets you with a bright smile, and a kiss to your forehead after setting down your food. When he does, he notices how hot your skin feels against his.

“You feel warm angel, you feel okay, babygirl?” he asks, gently checking the temperature of your cheeks with the back of his hand.  

“Oh, she just got up, she’s probably still warm from sleep,” Bucky answers before you get the chance to speak. “Somebody really didn’t want to get up this morning,” he pokes. 

“Ohh,” Steve coos, “you still sleepy, babygirl?” he asks. You shake your head weakly, eyes drifting closed. You think about telling him how bad you feel, but you don’t really have the energy to try to explain it.

Instead, you decide to focus on eating, hoping the sooner you finish, the quicker you can return to resting. However, the very first swallow of your otherwise pleasant meal scratches at your throat. You still try to get some down, thinking the pain will go away if you keep trying. When it becomes evident that won't be the case, you poke at your plate and begin to speak up.

“Daddy, m’done,” you push your plate away, “my thro-” 

“Uh-uh, a few more bites,” Bucky pushes the plate back in front of you, knowing you’ll never feel more awake with an empty stomach. “And after you finish, you can go clean your playroom,” You look at him puzzled.

“But-”

“No buts. I already asked you to do it yesterday,” he explains, not looking up from whatever he happened to be reading at the table with you. Your face twists in confusion for a few moments before you remember how tired you felt last night. Truthfully, the fatigue was all your body could focus on, making you completely forget about the room.

“But daddy-”

“What did I just say?” he looks up at you.

“I’m tired!” you snap at him, voice raised high and whiney as you bemoan at him. You cross your arms and huff grumpily back into the chair.

“I don’t care if you’re tired. Do what Daddy says, or you can say goodbye to your playroom for the next week” he threatens. Not wanting to get out of bed was one thing, but directly disobeying him with that attitude was another. 

Still, you only groan angrily in response, not feeling like you could do anything right now. 

“Ugh!” you flop your head down on the table dramatically, hiding between your arms. Bucky lets your stew there for a moment before speaking up.

“Are you gonna finish eating or not?” He asks eventually, eerily calm. You remain silent, unsure of what to say. “Fine, you can go clean your room now,” You look up to him at that, suddenly confused and disoriented. Surely your daddy should know how bad you feel. 

“But Daddy! I don't wanna now! I don't feel g-”

“Did I ask if you wanted to? I don’t care if you don't feel like it. Now. Or no playroom for a month.” your jaw drops, your muddled brain beyond baffled on why he’s being so harsh. Still, you know he means it. It wasn’t outside his usual punishment by any means. You almost think you should consider yourself lucky he hasn’t bent you over his knee already with how you’re fighting him.

Feeling defeated, you drag your body out of your chair. Before you can go, he grabs your arm with a warning.

“and quit with the attitude.” 

“Yes, Daddy” you squeak lamentably, noticing how your throat hurts as you speak.

You drag your feet upstairs, physically resisting your legs from stomping as you go. Anger and confusion mix together in you as you think about what he said. You didn’t want to be grounded from your playroom. So many of your favorite things were in there. And, again, more importantly, you didn't want to make daddy upset with you. You never liked it when he was. You always tried so hard to be a good girl for them. But right now, it was so hard. In actuality, what you wanted more than anything was for him to cuddle with you. You felt Daddy and Dada could always make you feel better. No matter what, you were convinced your Daddies loving embrace could cure you from any ailment. 

Maybe, you think, if you just cleaned your room like a good girl, you could ask to cuddle with him after. 

You try your hardest to ignore the pain that ignites at every move you make, but truthfully, you're already abnormally out of breath just from your quick walk up the stairs. The room feels uncomfortably chilly against your skin. 

After you get a small portion of the floor cleared, you decide to take a little break. You practically collapse beneath yourself, curling underneath the cozy play tent filled with askew fluffy pillows and dismayed blankets. You shut your eyes and tell yourself you’ll only rest for a few minutes…

“Angel?” Steve's voice echoes back at him from the loft balcony where you should easily be able to pick up his voice. He can’t hear you moving around. “Are you sure she’s in there?” he asks Bucky.

“She better. It’s where I told her to be.” he retorts disdainfully, hoping you're not again disobeying him by being somewhere else. 

Steve stills himself, and listens closely, he can tell you’re there, but your breathing doesn’t sound normal. 

Concerned, he makes his way upstairs. Bucky follows, recognizing Steve’s ‘something’s wrong’ face. 

Steve panics for a brief moment when he enters the empty but disarrayed room. Then he spots you. Your delicate form hidden amongst haphazardly arranged fabrics. He approaches you slowly, not wanting to startle you. 

He kneels down, overshadowing you as he gently caresses your cheek to wake you. 

“Babygirl?” he calls softly. Puffs of hot air escape your mouth. Labored breathing is all he can hear. All they can both hear. 

“Babygirl,” he calls again, shaking you slightly. To his relief, your eyes slowly open. They look sunken, tired, and devoid of their usual playful sparkle. 

“Dada…?” you question quietly. “m’cold” your murmur softly, eyes begging to be closed again. 

You’re not cold though. Not to Steve. You feel a million degrees too hot under his touch. 

“Babygirl…” he says for the third time, this time preparing to move you. “Dada’s gonna pick you up okay?” he explains, remaining calm so as to not worry you. “We're gonna go downstairs,” you feel limp in his arms, no different than if you were deep in sleep. But you are certainly awake, even if barely. He mumbles something to Bucky you don't make out, but his tone alone tells you he’s not happy.

Once you’re downstairs, he sets you on the kitchen counter. You don’t let go of him though, your body weight is leaned almost fully onto his.

“Can you sit up for me, babygirl?” he asks encouragingly, but gently. “Daddy and I are gonna check you out okay?” you groan a bit, still just feeling tired. 

“Here,” Bucky speaks up softly, snaking his arms around you, and taking Steve’s place in front of you. As you’re shifted from one body’s hold to another, it wakens you a bit. You almost go back to leaning fully onto his chest when you realize who’s holding you.

“Daddy?” you shift back a little to look up at him. One hand of his is resting at your hip, the other helping support the rest of your body.

“Hey, babydoll…” he says softly, voice drifting, and stomach sinking as he sees how sick you look.

He almost wishes he could somehow shut his hearing out. Your heartbeat is quicker than usual. He knew it better than his own. How it sounded while you slept, when you’d play, how it picks up when you laugh, giggling for breath and telling him ‘daddy, stop it tickles’ with the brightest grin lighting up your face. Now…now he can’t stand it. It’s thumping too fast. Faster than it should be for when his little girl hasn’t moved an inch herself. 

Why didn’t he notice it before? He thinks back to how heavily you held onto him when he carried you this morning. How quickly he was to interrupt you. He realizes you probably tried to tell him. And he didn’t listen. Even worse, he made you clean. Guilt seeps deep into his guts as he remembers how funny your voice sounded today. 

“Daddy,” you break him from his thoughts, he sees tears beginning to form in your doleful eyes. “Daddy m’sorry,” you breathe in sharply, beginning to cry “m’sorry didn't f-finish-i just-i gots so tireds daddy I’m-I'm sorry,” you sob pathetically, knowing you’ve disappointed him. 

Bucky’s face falls. 

All you had to do was one simple thing, and you couldn't even do that right. You weren’t being a good girl by disobeying him like that. Even if you felt bad, you feel you should have tried harder.

“Doll, no-” you cry sorries to him more, your own hands reaching to cover your shameful face. He catches them before you do, gently taking them into his and guiding them around his neck for you so you can be more level with his gaze. “Babydoll, look at daddy,” He pulls you, hands drawing you closer so he’s flush with you in between your legs. Needing to feel your skin, his right hand tenderly guides your face to look at him. “I’m not upset with you. Daddy’s not upset with you,” he reassures, silently pleading for you not to cry. 

“But-but-I didn’t cleans-I-I just-I-I not good girl,” you sob miserably at the admission, never wanting to be bad for him.

“My little girl, my sweet girl, no, please no” he assures, hating how skewed shut your eyes are. “That’s not true, Doll, it’s just not. Daddy…” he carefully wipes at the wet tears on your cheek, “Daddy should have known.” he admits shamefully. You finally blink your eyes open at him, a timidly unsure expression written on your face. “I should have known. You...you tried to tell daddy huh?” he takes one of your hands and gives it soft kisses. 

“N-n’your not mad at me?” you sniffle as your cries begin to slow down.

“No, Doll, never.” he couldn’t be, never for something like this. His mouth opens again, he wants to tell you how sorry he is. He’s the one who should be, but he only finds his own tongue twisted, unsure of how to fully express his remorse. Before he has time to puzzle the words together, Steve interrupts, thermometer in hand.

“Open wide, babygirl,” you do as he says. “tongue up,” he mimics the motion for you. The cold metal feels uncomfortable in your mouth. They must know this as Bucky squeezes your hand soothingly, and Steve tells you ‘just a little longer’ with a sympathetic gaze as he holds your jaw with the hand that’s not keeping the thermometer in place. 

When it beeps, Steve removes it and frowns when he reads the displayed numbers. 

“Can you tell us what hurts, princess?” Steve asks. You point your hand towards your neck. “Your throat?” he confirms, and you nod your head. “What else babygirl?” you then squeeze your eyes together, remembering how squished your brain feels.

“Head,” you mumble quietly, before crossing and rubbing your arms together in discomfort. “Everything.”

“Your body hurts? Feels sore?” He asks. You nod your head weakly at him, closing your eyes and wishing you could be laying down right now. Even just sitting somewhat upright felt hard at the moment. 

“Okay babygirl, why don’t you let Daddy take you to the bedroom,” Steve suggests. “I’ll be there in just a minute.” he smiles at you comfortingly, before placing a kiss on your forehead with his hand cradling the back of your head. 

“m’I sick?” you ask Bucky as he carries you to their room.

“Yeah, but it’s okay, Dada and I will help you feel better,” he carefully sets you on their large bed. 

It's soft. Yours is soft too, but Daddies always felt so much softer for some reason. Maybe it’s because you got to sleep next to your favorite people. He arranges the pillows and blankets around you to make you more comfortable, then slides next to you. You rest your head on his chest, almost instantly falling asleep again. 

Some time passes, particularly how much time is beyond you. All you knew in this moment, is how comfy Daddy felt.

After some time, Steve’s voice brings you back to reality. He instructs you to sit more upright so he can give you medicine. 

The odd color liquid he brings toward you makes you cringe. You can tell just from looks how bitter and unpleasant it will taste. You recoil into bucky, small hands gripping at the buttons of his shirt as you whine.

“Daddyyy…” you tug on Bucky's shirt more, trying to force your head into his flannel to hide from Steve and his icky medicine, practically begging Bucky to not make Steve give it to you.

“Doll,” Bucky chuckles a bit at your attempt to hide inside his outer shirt. He still holds you close, hands supporting you on your bottom as you have now completely crawled on top of him.

“Angel…you know I can still see you…right?” Steve teases.

“No you can’ts…m’not here” you proclaim, muffled into Bucky’s chest.

“The sooner you take it, the sooner it will be over, come on princess.” Steve encourages. You’re still not convinced and instead mumble out one word: ‘pill.’

For a second, Steve isn’t sure if he understood you correctly before his lips tighten with a displeased look on his face. 

You’ve had this conversation before. He thought surely by now you understood it, but he figured since you’re sick, it might be hard for your little head to remember. 

“Sweet girl, babies can’t take pills, you know that.” Steve explains patiently. You did know that. It was early on when Steve refused to let you take any medication you needed through a pill. It didn't matter what you needed, he was always able to find a way to get a liquid version of it from Uncle Bruce. Or, as you like to think, a much yuckier version of it. 

Still, you groan in disagreement, not wanting to taste something that bad, let alone when your throat hurt as much as it did. 

“Doll,” Bucky speaks up. “I know you don’t want to, but it’ll make you feel so much better.”

You shake your head against his chest, disagreeing with both of your daddies now. 

“it’s yucky dough daddy,” you whine.

“I know it’s yucky, babydoll,” Bucky pats at your back comfortingly while he thinks. He knows how hard this is for you, especially when you feel so bad. “Hey,” he peels you back from him a bit, unburying you from his shirt as he has an idea. “Look,”  he instructs, “Here,” he takes the small cap of medicine from Steve’s hands and–to your horror–throws it back in his mouth. You look at him in horror as the icky liquid disappears from the cap into Bucky's mouth. You stare at him wildly. 

Daddy’s crazy, you think.

“There. See? Daddy took it. It’s not so bad.” Bucky says nonchalantly in an attempt to convenience you. He hands the empty cap back to Steve so he can refill it. Steve shares your look of bewilderment, before you can't help but break out a smile at his action.  

“Daddy,” you giggle at him.

“What?” He fakes surprise. “Daddy took it, so you can too.” he assures happily, taking the now filled-again cap from Steve. Still, you recoil from it a bit. 

“Yeah…” you look between him and the medicine suspiciously. “but daddy also drinks other yucky stuffs,” you defend, referring to the strong-smelling caramel-colored stuff he likes to drink sometimes. Daddy never lets you have that. 

Bucky chuckles a bit when he realizes what you meant. 

“Okay, true…and little baby definitely can’t have that stuff…” he says pointedly. “but this,” he gestures the cap towards you. “you have to take.” You look between him and Steve warily. 

“Please angel, I know you can do it. Do it for Daddy and Dada princess,” Steve encourages. You agree this time, mentally pepping yourself up and telling yourself if daddy could do it, so could you. 

You scrunch your eyes closed as Bucky brings it closer to your lips. You feel Steve’s hands reach down to hold your face. One hand holding your jaw up firmly, with the other around the back of your head. This way, you aren't able to move should you change your mind. Steve knew you’d be a good girl and take it, but he always had to be sure just in case–not unlike what has happened before–you decide to spit it out.

When it hits your tongue, it’s just as yucky as you had imagined. Maybe even worse. Instinctively, your face contorts in displeasure as you squirm around from the gross sensation. 

Steve and Bucky hold you firmly in place the whole time and instruct you to swallow. 

Once you do, Steve asks you to open your mouth for him, just to make sure you really swallowed it all.

“Good girl, my brave little girl. I knew you could do it.” Steve praises you. “Dada’s so proud of you.” he beams at you, making you smile. 

“Daddy proud too?” you ask shyly to Bucky.

“Super proud doll. The proudest of them all.” he winks at you, making you giggle a little bit, but it tickles your throat, causing you to start having a coughing fit. 

Bucky brings a sippy on their nightstand to your lips and lets you drink some cold water. It helps calm your throat. 

Steve asks if there’s anything else you want right now. You ask for some juice in your favorite sippy, and he lets you know he’ll bring it after he’s done making some soup for you.

Bucky gets out of the bed, making you confused. You promptly grab at his hands. 

“Where going?” you look up to him, eyes big and sad. 

“I was just gonna go help Dada, why don’t you get some rest, Doll?” He says, knowing it’s what you need most right now. To his surprise though, you don’t let go.

“Nooo,” you say, tugging feebly at his hands. “Stay…wanna…can…cuddle daddy?” you ask bashfully, suddenly feeling shy. 

Bucky’s eyes turn soft. Soft. Just like his little girl. Soft. Like how your voice always sounded. Soft. Something, an emotion, a feeling, a sensation, that only you made him experience. 

Even after he made you clean your playroom, even after he snapped at you and didn’t listen, you still asked in your softest voice, doleful eyes, and small grabby hands if he would cuddle with you. Sometimes–he’s not sure what he did to deserve you. 

“Of course, princess,” he climbs back into the bed with you and you grin happily as you curl yourself around him just like before. He suggests again that you to get some rest, but that too comes with protest. 

“Wanna watch ‘toons wif Daddy…can we’s?” you ask. Bucky smiles to himself and kisses your head. Even though he knows you’ll likely fall fast asleep no more than five minutes into it, there’s nothing more he’d like more than watch shows with his little girl

He turns on your favorite show and makes sure you’re perfectly comfortable, tucked around him and under blankets. 

“Doll?” he whispers softly after a few minutes. To his surprise, you’re still awake. You mumble a questioning ‘hmm?’ he takes a few seconds to respond, trying to gather the words correctly for you. He breathes in. 

“I’m sorry Daddy didn’t listen earlier,” he admits, lips ghosting the top of your head, before placing a kiss there. “I should have listened.”

“It’s okies Daddy,” you hum sleepily into his chest. It wasn’t okay. He knew that. But you—you and your never-ending soft and kind heart—forgave him. And that’s all that mattered to him. He truly was more than lucky to have a little girl like you.

“I love you Daddy,” you squeeze him softly, voice quiet. And even though he can’t see you, he knows you're smiling when you say it. 

“I love you, Doll.” more than anything.

[romanestuffsposts]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Stucky Masterlist ࿐ྂ

Panic Attack (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Little reader woke up alone in the bed and is having a panic attack

Can We Have a Puppy ? (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You are ready to do everything to have a puppy

Sick Baby (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You're not feeling well so your Daddies are taking care of you PART 1

Food Poisoning (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) they finally know what's wrong PART 2

Snowy Night (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) a lovely weekend with your daddies in a cute cabinet on a snowy periode

No Change! (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You make your daddies chase you because of one little thing

Cranky Little One + dark punishment (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You miss your stuffie ever since you lost him. So when you got to see him in your dream you were so happy. Unfortunaly for you, someone whoke you up and set a bad mood in you at the same time

Overwhelmed (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) meltdown after a busy day

Cranky Baby (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you woke up cranky and enjoy watching your Daddies dealing with it

Accident (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you cut yourself and has a hard time dealing with your mind

Anxious Babygirl (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your Daddies help going through an anxious and sad day

Anxiety Attacks (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) anxiety lives with you since a long time so it's not a surprise that you fall into a panic attack after meeting your parents for the first time since a long time.

She's Not Your Little! (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader + a stranger ) What can goes wrong when you're at the mall with your daddies telling them a funny story that happened at work ?

Pull Ups (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) a lovely morning with your Daddis

Late Night Care (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you fell asleep in the car and wake up in a comfy bad. What a great surprise!

Car Accident (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) a deer comes in between the car and the road

Tought Time Sleeping (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) What to do when you can't sleep ? You go to your daddies for snuggles and cuddles

Car Sick (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you are sick in the car and your Daddies reassure you that it's okay and take care of you

Nice Snowy Day (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) a playful day in the snow with Daddies and cuddles afterward!

Tired And Sad little one (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your are tired but won't sleep until you have your stuffie

Nice Day at Home (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You can decide what to do today

Fever (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) being sick and the only preoccupation of your daddies is *chef kiss*

Mean Friends (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your friend upset you by being mean toward you so you ran in your daddies arms for comfort

Period Time (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) bad periods ? Cramps ? You’re uncomfortable ? Don’t worry, your Daddies are here

Cozy Day (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) what do you need after a long day ? Daddies will get it for you little one

Intruders (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) someone broke in and woke you up. He better runs before your Daddies get to him

Concussion (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you were thirsty in the middle of the night but missed a step...

Over Heated (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you got a bit over heated after a day under the sun

Episode of Minor Heart Issue (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you're about to prepare you a good lunch when something from earlier is suddenly coming back. Fortunately for you, your Daddies heard you and are here to make sure you're fine, as always.

Thunderstorm (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) When you're scared, you can always count on your lovely Daddies

A Misunderstanding (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) what happen when they punish you and discover you didn't do anything ? Soft punishment but hard words

Maybe She's Sick ? (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you woke up not feeling good at all but you couldn't explain what was going one. Your Daddies quickly saw that something was off with you when you weren't yourself, a playful and happy little baby.

Too Much Coffee ? (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your Daddy is leaving for a mission and you try to find things to make him stay

You, And Only You (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You only want one Daddy to make things for you

We're Here Baby (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) When your day was long, you always have daddies waiting for you with open arms to do nothing but taking care of you

Relaxing Day (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Just a lovely day and night with your Daddies

I know It hurts, Baby (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you were scared to have your wisdom teeth removed and your daddies reassure you before and take care of you afterwards

Trouble Washing your Teeth (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your dadies help going over your sensory issue by finding way to make it more fun

The Rain Will Get You Sick, Sweetness (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you play in the rain and eventually get sick afterward

It's My Arm Now! (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) after a nightmare, you decide to steal your daddy's arm so it can protect you from the monster in your closet

IUD Replaced (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you have to get your IUD replaced and you're daddies are here with you the whole time

Running Errands (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) a lovely afternoon with your daddies in the store

Nice Night In (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your Daddies cooked you a delicious meal and prepared you a nice and warm bath

The Unpredictable Happened... (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your Daddies thought they were safe from your disease but their worst nightmare is making it's way slowly toward you

Self Conscious About your State of Mind ? (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You're feeling super self conscious about your little space and end up breaking all the rules your Daddies asked you to follow

Bad dream, Princess ? It's okay, Daddies are here (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your Papa hears you having a nightmare and goes to calm you down. You're soon join by your Daddy

Bad tantrum (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) after a hard day, you let everything leaving your body no matter how it goes away

Too Much Love To Sleep (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your Daddies suddenly wake up from all the love they have for you

It's Too Dark to Sleep (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) After your nighty died, you told your Daddies you were a big girl and could sleep without one but the truth is shown a few days after

Hurt Ankle (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You hurt your ankle after stepping on a rock in the garden so your Daddies take care of you

A Perfect Sunday Morning (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) What is better than a morning with your Daddies where they're playful, where you cook breakfast together ?

A Bad Period (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) In your bad period of the month, your Daddies take care of you

A Normal Day With Your Daddies (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) What a normal day would look like ? (List)

A Spoiling Little One (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies are spoiling you today

A Bad, Bad Dream (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies are taking care of you after a bad nightmare

You faint but are not alone, Daddies are here (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You faint in front of them and woke up under two scared and worries face peering down at you

A Bad Night At The Restaurant (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you got food poisoning after a delicious night out with your Daddies

Bad Chronic Stomach Pain (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) what happen when your stomach hurts too much ? Your Daddies take care of you of course

You Missed Your Nap (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You fall asleep on the couch because you didn't had your nap

A Very Big Obsession (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Who said you were obsessed with Winnie the pooth ?

Bothering Hair (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Papa has a good idea to help you getting over what's bothering you ; cutting your hair

Rescue (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies are ready to fight to have you back

Bad Screams (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You're scared to become like your father, but Daddies prove you that they'll protect you from that

Come Back, Please (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies were really busy with work so you wanted to show them the beautiful draw you had done for them but they snapped and scared you away..

A Night of Illness (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You're sick and your Daddies take care of you

Don't Hurt Yourself to Take Away my Pain, Sweetie (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You took a cookie behind your Papa's back which hurt him.

Not Enough (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You didn't ate enough food and your Daddies came back home just in time

Beautiful Sunset With a Lovely Picnic (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies took you on a beautiful picnic in picnic season to watch the sunset

Be Nice With your Body, Sweetie (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you always crack your fingers which worries your Daddies a lot

A Perfect Afternoon in the Pool (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you have a playful afternoon in the pool with your Daddies

An Anxious Day (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You anxiously wait for your Daddies to come back home because all you need is them right now

New Friends (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you meet your Daddies's friends at the tower for the first time

First Day at School (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You're scared of your first day at school but your Daddies reassure you before and take care of you after your day

The Most Perfect Gift (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Nobody would tell you where your Daddy is for days so when he comes back, you don't let him go

When School is Too Much, Daddies's Arms Are The Best (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You have too much homework and can't take it anymore

Big tantrum (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies ignored you because of work and you had enough

Bad Jealousy (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies don't like how Tony is with you and finally have enough

How Protective ? (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) How protective Daddies are with their little ?

What Happen When You're not Tired ? (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) It's bedtime but you decide otherwise

A Naptime Routine (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your favorite moment of the day is here!

Too Far (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies went too far with a punishment. (No details of what happened during the punishment!)

The Love of Being Rocked to Sleep (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You can't get enough of your Daddies's arms to help you falling asleep

Blanket Will Protect Him (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddy had a bad day so you wrap your favorite blanket around him to make him feel better, like it does to you

A New Super Power Unlocked (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You discover that when you close your eyes, nobody can see you. Or at least that's what you think, let's test out that theory...

Too Much Work Cause Too Much Stress (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your Daddies tried everything during the week to make you feel little so you could relax from work, but it's only on the end of the week that it worked

You Don't Want To Be Alone (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your goal today is to spend all the day in your Daddies arms. Only, a meeting interrupt your desire and you're not happy

Fainting Spells At the Zoo (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you went to the zoo together but the sun was too hot for your little head

Halloween Party (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You went to a party for halloween and you were really proud of your costume

Sick Day (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) Your feeling sick and don't want to tell your Daddies. But when they understood, they were the most comforting daddies you could ask for

Surgery Day (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you need to have asurgery and your Daddies reassure you

No Need Pulls Up (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you don't wanna wear pulls up today

A losing job reassurance (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You just lost your job but you gain more comfort from your daddies

What is period ? (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) it's your first time having your period while being in your little space and you don't know what happen

Pushed (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You're just minding your business at the mall but some guy doesn't have your time

Anxiety Pain (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You feel a pain in your little fingers when your anxiety kick in but your Daddies are always here to kiss them better

Babied (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You got hurt and slip more, your Daddies babied you until you don't think about what happened anymore

Christmas Moment (Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) it's christmas morning!

[biteofcherry]

Cherry Masterlist

soft!dark Steve Rogers x female reader; enforcer!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: Steve Rogers is an enforcer for mafia and despite being a shy, good girl you tangle yourself in a hot fling with him. 

warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; light corruption kink; explicit sexual content; dirty talk; mild power imbalance; consensual;

Cherry drabble

starting their first date

pic inspired

Who touched her?

his harlot starlet

lazy Sinday drabble

first meeting from Steve's pov

[bunnyscraft]

What about Andy Barber with a cheating / getting back at kink

Like he knows Laurie is cheating on him so he turns to you

Dark!Andy Barber x Younger!Reader | Guilty

Bunny’s Note : oooo spicy !! Always love some dark!Andy Barber !! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Warnings : slight! dub-con, darkish!Andy, cheating, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), inexperienced!Reader, mean!Andy, slight misogyny, BIG AGE GAP !!

Andy’s pov:

I’d made it two steps into the pristine seemingly empty home before I heard it—the obnoxiously loud ringing of my wife’s phone. The shrill sound of the speaker shouldn’t have irritated me more than the reason for the call.

I knew who it was. Who he was.

Laurie’s feet thumped down the hallway—always quick to pick up the unknown caller or send it straight to voicemail before mumbling on about annoying telemarketers and asking how my day was.

I knew what she was doing.

I watched as her chipped red nails flipped the device over—screen now flat against the cold expensive marble that stood in the middle of our kitchen. “Oh! Ands—baby,” she faked surprise, moving around the counter to conduct our mandatory kiss. What once used to be the most exciting part of my day—I was about to get laid—now blended in with my other daily duties.

It’s Thursday—take out the trash.

Don’t forget to schedule with the groomer.

Take a handful of vitamins because apparently—I am now old.

Kiss cheating wife.

Go to work.

She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth as quickly as one could. I didn’t bother to return it and she didn’t bother to care—no she only continued to clamber around the kitchen searching for her bag and shoes and whatever else she’d need for her night out of pretending she wasn’t a mother and wasn’t in her mid forties and definitely wasn’t a married woman sleeping with drunk men in their twenties.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Sorry it’s such short notice—you know Susan can’t bake it all without me. She’ll definitely need my help with the bake sale and—” Laurie rambled on, picking up her phone and anxiously tapping through it.

She seemed to have forgotten that Susan didn’t know shit about baking and that our son, who was now a senior in high school, was possibly a little too old to have a mother host a bake sale for him.

All of these things—the bullshit lies and the shifty behavior—should have hurt me. Maybe they should have triggered a sort of dominance in me to protect my family or confront my wife. But no, in moments like these, I felt nothing.

“Oh and y/n is here—upstairs with Jacob.” She revealed—voice laced with annoyance. “You make sure she doesn’t try anything on him—she dresses like some kind of slutty-church girl. It’s weird and I don’t want that kind of influence around him. Especially right now.”

I had to bite back a smirk. It was almost comical—her calling you a slut, not that I’d disagree.

Y/n was a cute little thing—always smiling and offering to help when she’d find me covered in grass and dirt—dripping with sweat from working meticulously on our perfect suburban yard. She’d always stand there in some little sundress that would barely reach her knees and pristine white socks—obviously not dressed for the job but always ready to help old Mr. Barber out.

I’d never let her—dirtying a little thing like that wasn’t what I had in mind. Instead, like the old pervert I’ve grown into, I’d have her run inside the house for me for water—just to watch the little sway of her ass as she turned to do what I said, then ogle at the bounce of her tits when she’d skip back.

I’ll admit—I was a creep, I am a creep, but she had a slutty side to her.

Every now and then i’d jolt awake to the flash of y/n’s headlights shining through my window in the peak hours of the night—my bed uncomfortably empty. Were you like Laurie, y/n?Spending long nights out—lying and hiding about where and what you had been doing, either to your absent parents or doting boyfriend?

I had decided that that’s what she was: a little desperate slut—eager for the attention of an older man. It made me feel better to think of y/n this way. It kept me from focusing on those times when her soft laugh stuck a little too long in my head or when her comforting squeezes to my shoulder caused more than just a slight hard-on.

They caused emotions to spill.

I had written it all out in my head—a story on what this oblivious girl was really like.

You were easy—an easy little girl who was desperate for any form of male attention. Sure I didn’t really have enough evidence to back this claim, but I would stand by it.

Thats probably why you, once again, were helping Jacob prepare for his final exams—my son seemed to be under your spell too.

“Yeah sure.” I grunted, though Laurie was already more than halfway to the door, fidgeting anxiously with her keys.

Hours later—Laurie was gone. Empty goodbyes exchanged and forgotten. Andy was now on the couch—he’d not even bothered to rid himself of his button up and slacks for pajamas. His suit jacket hung over the couch and his white button up laid untucked and wrinkled against his torso as he apathetically listened to the news.

He’d stay like this—still and unfeeling until he had the energy to do it all again. At least Laurie didn’t require him to be fake—no she simply accepted that he accepted her infidelity and that if she were to comment on his behavior it would only backfire on her forcing them both into that ever looming, uncomfortable, conversation.

Andy had just began to zone out fully, the commercial for LED sprinkler lights turning into white noise—when the soft taps of feet sounded from the stairs. Your soft hums surrounding him in a sirens call—a warning of his inevitable fate.

His breathing became rigged—his eyes sealed shut as if he were an animal playing dead, hoping you’d walk right past him and out the front door—because if you didn’t, he knew he’d become just like Laurie. He knew he would no longer have the right to be bitter.

He would be just as guilty—thus no longer having the upper hand.

The smell of your floral-y perfume began to surround him. Sweet and warm—just what a girl like you should be—and it caused him to tightly grip the expensive leather couch.

“Mr. Barber? I know you’re awake~” You’d giggled. Andy had sensed your presence had gotten closer—he assumed you had now been standing directly in front of him—probably twirling your hair like some sick-man’s favorite porn star, giving him those big alien-fuckdoll ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Mr. Barber? a-are you okay? you’ve been down here for a few hours and—” you’d carried on worriedly. Andy’s eyes finally cracked open—you were worried about him. And it had caused Andy to swoon.

Taking you in, he began to realize you’d looked nothing like he expected you to, well besides the checkered skirt and teddy bear soft sweater, no instead of alien-fuckdoll-pornstar, you looked worried. Your smaller soft hands fidgeted with each other and your eyebrows pulled together from nerves. Andy felt the strong urge to grab you—pull you into him and hold you until your concern suffocated him. Not that Andy had felt love, real love, in such a long time—but a small voice was gnawing at him to give it to you.

When you had gotten no response you moved closer—now standing between his spread legs, watching as his emotionless eyes darted across your face. So you tried again. “Mr. Barber I really think you should go to bed—or eat something. Andy—”

“You think I need to go to bed?” Andy asked, his eyes not giving way to his intentions. His voice was gruff—and tired. It made you nervous.

“I-I do, Sir.”

Andy hummed at your response, as if thinking it over. A darkness emitting from his actions.

“No. No, I don’t need that. Figure something else out. What do I really need y/n?” Andy urged, not bothering to hide his smirk and not really caring that he let you see. You looked so scared—worried for him but so so scared.

“I know you’re a smart girl, honey. Go on—show me what I need.” He urged, thick thighs spreading Knowing—hoping you’d get the hint.

You swallowed harshly. You weren’t oblivious to sex, you weren’t a virgin. But you’d never slept with someone so much older than you, someone married, and you had never even been able to cum or even sucked a cock before. Yet, you were curious—would he be gentle with you?

Slowly you sank down, the dark rug scraping against your knees surely leaving burns. Being eye-level with his bulge but refusing to look towards it.

Andy’s heart swelled with pride at how well you obeyed. “That’s all it takes, Honey? Just need a’ man to be a’ little bit bossy and you’re happy to be on your knees.” He belittled, watching as your puffy cheeks flushed red. “Go on then, baby, take daddy’s cock out. We both know that’s what you’re here for.”

A pathetic whine crawled it’s way up your throat and passed through your lips before you could catch it—adding onto your embarrassment. Shakily you moved to unbutton his slacks, fingers lightly brushing against the outline of his cock. Andy groaned at the sight of you—Your pretty eyes well up with salty tears, pouty bottom lip caught by your teeth, trying to free his cock without actually touching it.

For a moment Andy thought—No you couldn’t possibly—

“Honey,” Andy drawled, taking your dainty hands in his. His touch and tone suddenly much softer. “Has a man ever gotten you on your knees like this, Honey?”

Suddenly heat flooded your being—either from embarrassment or excitement or both. You quickly hid away from his questioning eyes, afraid to tell him that: No, you hadn’t ever been on your knees for a man before.

Andy’s thumb began to rub small shapes around your hands. Soothing you as he waited for an answer before realizing that the younger girl in front of him hadn’t. He felt as if he’d struck gold—the universe was giving him what he rightfully deserved.

“Look at me, Baby.” He commanded, grasping you chin, tilting your head up. “Answer me this time—has a man ever gotten on his knees for you, Honey?” He didn’t miss the way your thighs began to shake, just slightly.

“I-I…I don’t know what you…No. No sir—”

A savage growl ripped through the room and before you knew it—you were sprawled out on the couch, pillow under your head, and Andy between your thighs.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned, taking in your wetness that had by now ruined the delicate fabric of your panties, “Daddy’s gonna eat this little pussy, m’kay, baby? Then when daddy’s done,” he paused, leaving starved kisses and bites along the insides of your thighs. “You’re gonna gonna take me—lemme claim you, honey”

His words had your head spinning. Here you were, about to let a man twice your age, a married man, eat you out on his couch. Andy’s hands moved up your thighs, leaving little excited tingles, before settling on your hips. “Fuck. These little panties are so fucking cute, Honey.” He admired, tugging at the little black bow that sat above the white lace. “Andy don’t-" you tried to stop him from ripping the lace, because you too thought they were cute, only to receive a harsh strike to the outside of your thigh. “Don’t go dumb on me already, little girl. I told you to call me something, not any of this ‘Andy’ bullshit.” Before you could even muster an ‘I’m sorry Daddy’ he was ripping them down your thighs, before diving into your pussy.

The sounds spilling from his mouth mixed with your own wetness was so obscene it had you shuffling away from the embarrassment, only for his left hand to land on your tummy, firmly holding you in place. “God—fuck I should have done this a long fucking time ago,” he said between breaths, “could have been in this pretty pussy instead of waiting on my goddamn whore of a wife.”

His wife. Oh god his fucking wife. “a-andy we c-cant! what if l-laurie walks in?” you tremble, terrified of being caught with your friend’s—father’s face between your thighs by said friend’s mother. Your protest only seem to egg him on. A pleasantly painful burn making its appearance on your skin—due to the friction of his beard.

“Laurie,” Andy spits, “doesn’t fucking matter.” His words are harsh. And a part of you hurts for Laurie, but that hurt quickly vanishes as your visions begins to fuzz and tummy begins to tighten—suddenly all you can focus on is the impending approach—not your guilt. Your thighs clamp around Andy’s head, and he welcomes the pressure—happy to be making his girl feel her first real orgasm. He even chuckles when they begin to shake.

“You gonna cum, little girl? Cum on daddy’s tongue?” He patronizes, fingers harshly flicking your bud before he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

“a-andy! I think—It feels funny—im gonna,”

“Say it, baby. Tell daddy you’re gonna cum.”

“Im cumming, Daddy!”

Your hands tightly grasp his brown locks as stars begin to cloud your eyes. Crying out a series of whines and ‘thank you Daddy’’s. The sensitivity of it all becoming too much as his tongue laps up your slick.

You had never experienced something so intensely before—your body was giving out, ready to fall into a warm sleep.

That is—until his dark chuckles began to surround your hazzy mind.

“I tire you out, honey?” He laughed, leaning over your smaller frame. “Can’t believe you’ve been starving me of this cute little body.”

His fingers were gentle—lightly tracing the teeth marks he’d left along the inside of your thigh. They hurt and were still very fresh but you found his touch comforting—almost sweet.

“a-andy? can I ask you something?” Your soft voice broke through the silence.

Andy hummed, blue eyes intense but encouraging you to continue.

“Andy…can you kiss me?”

In that moment he knew. He knew you couldn’t just be a simple fuck. Or some simple slut he used to take his marital frustrations out on.

You had a future so different from his present—and he was willing to use everything at his disposal to solidify that it was with him.

bunny’s note : Thanks for reading! Comments and reblogs are what keeps me writing so feel free to do so!!

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[haleyhunwritess]

hi haley love, i’m probably sending too many requests i’m so sorry i just feel like i’m being heard here and i feel seen. i’ve been having so many panic and anxiety attacks and i was wondering if you can write something where broken promises stucky help the reader get through it or honestly whoever you’d like. i love you and i hope you’re doing good 🥺

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

warning: anxiety/panic attack, mentions of anxious feelings, angst, fluff, dd/lg themes, soft!dark!stucky x little!reader

a/n: hi sweetheart, i'm so sorry you've been feeling that way love 🥺 but i hope you're doing a lot better now and you can always talk to me if you need help, my dms are always open my love <33 also i know you said broken promises but i think this could work as a general fic and for broken promises too, i hope you like it lovely <33 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Sweetheart I need you to put your coat on so that we can leave, we're already very behind on our schedule today. We still have to make dinner when we come home, I promised Steve we would try to cook tonight." Bucky rambled as he quickly slipped his boots on.

It had been kind of a hectic morning. Lots of errands to run, lots of things that needed to be done before a peaceful night in with Steve, who was coming back home after two weeks away.

However, when you woke up this morning, your head was pounding and it felt like heart was about to burst out of your chest. You were feeling uneasy as anxious thoughts were running through your head about everything and nothing at the same time. You didn't know why but sometimes you would have days like these where your anxiety got the best of you, and traumatic memories from your past felt like they occurred moments ago.

You needed a mental health day. There was no way you'd be able to handle a whole day of running errands with Bucky. Even getting out of bed this morning felt like an impossible task.

Of course if you told him how you were feeling, he'd be understanding, and he could help you feel better too. But you were in no mood to talk about your feelings.

It seems unfair but you were hoping Bucky would be able to just sense how you're feeling so you wouldn't have to vocalize how you felt. Normally Bucky would have noticed that you were feeling triggered, however, with it being a stressful and busy day, he was too busy trying to complete everything on his to-do list for today before Steve came home.

Unfortunately, with all these anxiety built up in your chest and how exhausted you were after helping Bucky clean the house, you were feeling more and more vulnerable. You felt so weak. So small. And Bucky had yet to notice.

For some reason, he assumed you were being difficult because of little things that happened throughout the day. First, you ran out of your favourite cereal for breakfast. Then, while you were picking up the dishes from the table, you spilled chocolate milk on one of your favourite sweaters.

There were some other small incidences but after each one Bucky assured you there is an easy fix, and that after today, things would be less chaotic.

Currently, he was trying to get you to slip your coat on but instead you just stood there in front of the front door, huffing with your arms crossed. Normally, Bucky would've laughed and called you adorable for trying to look intimidating but right now he was only getting annoyed since you were now an hour behind on your schedule.

"Baby please just listen to me, just this once. We can even have get my girl a new stuffie while we're out?" Bucky crouched down in front of you, trying to help you put your sneakers on. He could tell you were starting to feel kind of small, and he knew he might be able to bribe you with the promise of a stuffie.

Instead, you just shook your head and kicked him as he tried to put your sneakers on your feet for you. He groaned slightly in pain ad stood up immediately, all the patience having left his body at this point.

"Okay, put your shoes and your coat on right now, and meet me by the car in five minutes, understood?" He snapped. He was clearly very upset with your behaviour and he was not in the mood to deal with it right now.

You were frustrated and feeling even more little now, and you couldn't figure out what to do. All you knew was that you did not want to go out. You just wanted to stay home. Deciding to leave without saying a word, you picked up the sneakers and threw them at the front door before starting to walk away and towards the stairs. However, you didn't get very far as Bucky caught your arm and roughly picked you up in his strong arms. Judging from the expression on his face, he was certainly angry now if he wasn't before.

"What did I just tell you, huh? I'm not in the mood to deal with a brat today. When I put you down, you're going to pick up your sneakers and put them on before joining me outside by the car, is that clear?" He said sternly, while still trying not to lose his temper. Tears started to fill your eyes as soon as you heard his harsh tone towards you, and they almost fell as you noticed he nearly rolled his eyes at them, "Don't you dare with the tears, or I’ll give you something to cry about, doll."

After that, you couldn't help it anymore. Tears started rapidly streaming down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. Bucky was shocked at first, he didn't realize you were this upset. He instantly began to apologize as he carried you over to the couch.

Whispering, sweet gentle words and apologizes while trying to calm you down was clearly not going to work this time. No matter how hard he tried to comfort you, you were inconsolable. You could feel your entire body shaking, and no matter how hard Bucky tried to calm you down, you just felt like your heart was on fire. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe. Moving your hand up to rub your chest gently, you tried to get yourself to slow down and work on your breathing. Bucky quickly caught on and carefully picked you up from his lap and put you down on the couch. He quickly got up, and sat down in front of the couch, kneeling in front of you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's alright, baby. I've got you." He took your other hand in his, rubbing it gently while trying to get you to focus on him, "Just look at me, baby. I need you to look at me so I can help you, babygirl. I need you to focus on my breathing, okay? Do you think you can do that for me sweet girl?"

You looked at him for a second before carefully nodding, making him smile. He leaned up for a second to give you a quick kiss before settling back down and trying to help you again.

Focusing on Bucky, and trying to follow as him as he instructed you to take deep breaths with him. It seemed to be working, however, the anxious thoughts were still there. You didn't know how to tell Bucky though you knew he'd definitely wanna know what just happened.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Bucky said, as if he just read your mind, "I mean if you want to talk about it then I'm here for you, but I don't want you to feel like you have to. I just wanna know whether or not you're okay, doll."

"I..." You looked away, feeling even more nervous than before. It felt like your body was screaming at you to tell him why you were acting this way and how you felt right now. But you just couldn't, "I just want to be alone for a bit. I don't want to go out, I know you need to get some errands done but I don't think I wanna come with."

"Fuck the errands. So what if we order in again? No big deal, who cares. I need to make sure that you're okay, I can't just leave you alone after that."

"But I'd rather be alone right now, I promise I'm alright." You muttered nervously.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling little at all? Do you think you need da-" Bucky tried pulling you onto his lap to hug you, but instead you pushed him away and interrupted him.

"I'm not. I wanna be left alone." You nearly snapped as you got off the couch. You didn't know why but you were feeling very angry all of a sudden. The anxiety was still there but the implication of being too weak, vulnerable, or small to handle this on your own was making you a little frustrated.

"Umm alright, sweetheart, if you're sure. I guess I'll see you in an hour then, doll?" Bucky got up from the couch awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he felt slightly confused about what just happened. He knew it was a bad idea to leave you alone but he wanted to respect your decision and give you your space. He quickly left after that, and the second you heard him drive off in his car, you fell back on the couch and started crying once again.

You felt weaker than before and somehow the horrible feeling had reached your stomach making you feel a bit queasy. You couldn't help but wish that you hadn't asked Bucky to leave you alone. You wished that Steve was here too. You felt so small right now, you did not want to be alone. You curled up into a little ball on the couch and hoped that Bucky would be back soon.

After about ten more minutes of crying, you heard the front door open. You quickly looked up from the couch, hoping Bucky had decided to abandon his errands and come home to you instead. However, to your surprise, it seemed that Steve had come home a few hours early, He strolled into the living room towards you with a beaming smile on his face as he was excited to see his girl after being away for so long. Although, that smile disappeared pretty quickly when he noticed your tear-stained face.

"Oh no, pretty girl, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Steve knelt down in front of you, looking at you with his concern-filled eyes. You quickly shook your head in reply, letting him know that you're not hurt. He could already tell that you were feeling little right now, and didn't seem to be up for much talking, "Bubba, where's Bucky? Why isn't he here with you right now?"

"He left...errands..." You mumbled, looking down at the ground, feeling guilty for practically kicking Bucky out of the house. You looked up at Steve and felt your guilt getting even worse when you noticed the shift in his demeanour. Watching him take his phone out of his pocket and angrily text someone.

"Baby come on, let's get you upstairs to bed for now, okay?" Steve said as he gently rubbed your back for a bit before getting up to you carry you upstairs in his arms. You heard his phone buzz in his pocket, and he stopped in his tracks to check and see what it was before continuing to walk upstiars again.

On the way to your room, you couldn't help but lean into Steve's touch making him smile slightly. He kissed the top of your head before gently putting you down on your bed.

You gulped, feeling guilty about receiving all these sweet attention from him while he clearly seemed mad at Bucky for leaving you alone when you told him what happened downstairs. Although, it was you who asked him to leave you alone, "Daddy please don't be mad. I asked him to leave."

Steve frowned at your words before shaking his head in reply, "Sweet girl, I'm not angry. I'm sorry I made you feel that way but I promise I'm not, okay?"

You slowly nodded in response, still unconvinced. Steve sighed in response and began gently rubbing your back as he spoke, "I'm not angry, I'm just a little upset that Bucky wasn't here while you were feeling this way, pretty girl."

You gulped before answering him in a quiet tone, "I asked him to leave me alone."

"Why would you do that, pretty girl?" Steve asked, although he already knew what happened as Bucky already texted him and explained the situation to him. He was upset that Bucky left, but he wasn't angry once Bucky explained that you asked him to leave. Now, he was just upset that you were all alone while feeling this way.

"Was feeling anxious...didn't wanna talk about it...still don't. Don't really know why I asked him to leave. I'm sorry..." You said, sniffling near the end of your sentence as the tears started flowing down your cheeks once again.

"Oh my sweet girl, it's okay, it's alright. There's no need to apologize, okay? Sometimes feelings like anxiety, or even sadness, make us do silly things. It happens to all of us, even me and Bucky." He carefully wiped your tears away before leaning down to kiss your forehead, "I'm right here, okay? I've got you, sweetheart. You just get some rest, and when Bucky comes home, we'll have a nice night in with some of your favourite pasta and whatever movie you want to watch, okay?"

You smiled and nodded your head in response. Steve smiled back at you and leaned down to kiss you again before getting up to pick up your favourite stuffie for you to cuddle with as you took your much needed nap.

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Bunny Instincts.

pairings. | steve rogers x hybrid!bunny reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lillyoliviaaa]

Their Perfect Angle 1

Summary ~ Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have always wanted someone that they can love, feed, bathe, look after. Their dream finally came true after they saw you. Their perfect angel.

“Hey babe, come here quick,” Bucky calls to his husband.

Steve follows the voice which leads him into a baby pink nursery. When he enters the room, he can see a cot which is filled with stuffed teddies, a massive book corner with a rocking chair, changing table with straps put in place, a dolls house and a box full of different toys to play with.

Bucky can see tears forming in Steve’s eye. “It’s prefect Buck.” Steve grabs Bucky’s waist and pulls him in for a long deep kiss. “Only a couple of more hours then we have our girl Stevie.”

“Thank you for coming, I hope you have a lovely evening.” Muscles start to ache as you finish your shift, thank god you have the whole weekend off to relax, however in Steve and Bucky’s mind they have a different idea. “See you on Monday y / n.” Your boss gives you a smile and a wave, you smile back and make your way home.

Bucky and Steve installed cameras in your apartment so that they can watch you whenever. They found cameras that you can place on walls and you would never notice them. This is Bucky’s favourite part of the day, watching you strip naked. Oh how he can’t wait to touch you, he can feel himself getting hard. “Once she’s asleep we take her.” Steve says to Bucky touching is hard cock. “I found a way to get her out of the apartment without anyone seeing her.” Bucky grins at Steve as he thinks about what they will do to you when they get you.

Your eyes begin to shut as your head crashes into the pill. You let sleep take over until you feel something pinching you. The last thing you could remember was a man beside you whispering something into your ear.

“Buck come up she’s out,” Steve says over the phone. Bucky has never ran so fast before he can’t wait to get his hands on you. Steve picks you up in a bridal style as Bucky enters your room. He places a kiss on your head and helps Steve out of the room. Once they get to the car, Steve ties your hands and feet together and puts a pacifier gag in your mouth.

“We did it buck, we now have our girl.”

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[evelynnrogerbarnes]

Their Baby Girl

Summary ~ You lived a simple life. That’s how you liked it. However, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes never saw it like that. They saw you as someone who needed looking after. Someone who they could feed, bathe, love. You were their perfect choice.

Babe come here, bucky shouts to his husband.

Steve follows the voice which leads him into a baby pink nursery which has a cot against a wall with a mobile hanging down, a changing tables with a few straps, a colouring table and a massive book corner which is surrounded by toys and stuffed teddies.

Bucky watches Steve as his grin widens.

It’s perfect buck, whispers Steve.

Bucky grabs Steve by the waist and pulls him into a deep loving kiss. I can’t wait for tonight, everything is ready, we just need our baby girl and we then can be one big happy family, says Bucky as he looks around the nursery with a massive grin.

10 : 30 PM ~

Finally you return home. You sign as you take your shoes off and make your way towards your bedroom. You are exhausted. Fortunately, your manager gave you the whole weekend off to recover from a hectic week dealing with angry customers who sometimes forgot that you have feelings. You strip naked and make your way into the bath tub and fill it up with hot water and put bubbles in.

Bucky and Steve’s POV ~

Bucky watches you as you strip naked as you make your way towards the bathroom. This is his favourite part of the night : watching you strip. He adores looking at your curves and looking at your mesmerising body. He can feel himself getting harder and harder by the minute. Oh how he can’t wait to touch you and taste your pussy, only a few more minutes then you are all his.

11 : 00 PM ~

You begin to slip into dream world but all of a sudden

Sh sh sh it’s okay baby sh sh calm down, Steve says while having his hand around your mouth trying to inject you.

You try to fight him off but he’s too strong.

“There you go, i’ve got you, you’re okay your safe”.

The word safe was the only thing you heard until you feel into a sleep coma.

He picks you up in a bridal style out of bed as Bucky enters the room wrapping a blanket around you. They leave the apartment without anyone seeing them thanks to the short cut they found to get out of the building. They open the car boot and carefully put you in there making sure you are tied up securely and cover you with blankets.

“We now have our baby girl buck”.

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A rough week 1

you asked for this 

Daddy! Stucky x little (not so little in this chapter)  ! F-Reader

Summary: y/n got into a big fight with some guy in school and her daddies were in a really really bad mood 

warnings: angst, punishment, Spanking, mean! Stucky, no after care after the punishment, didn’t edit it too sleepy 💀

a/n: i really really love this story so enjoy it 🤍 don’t forget to tell me what you think!

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it was finally the day your daddies come back from their long mission they both miss you so much their indeed still stressed and tired from everything that happened in the mission, but they couldn’t control but sleep with you in your bedroom 

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“wake up y/n come on you need to eat breakfast” bucky opened your window and walked to you and start rubbing your back smiled at you when he noticed your annoyed face “mm five minutes?” You asked with your adorable sleepy voice, you heard steve giggle a bit “No you have school come on”steve dragged your blanket and you stood up “Okayyy” you whined annoyed but you did get a quick pinch on the back of your thigh  for it “Don’t whine” bucky spoke with fake angry face making you giggle “alright alright” you giggled and entered the bathroom 

“okay here you go, you be careful sweetie” wanda smiled at you and hand you the lunch box “okay wanda thank you so much!” You hugged her tight and ran outside

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“oh your the new girl?” A guy leaned in your table smiling “yeah?” You answered “Your cute” he smiled more at your annoyed face “Back off” you warned with angry face, you were mad even tho you were so cute “or what?” He smirk and licked his lip “You gonna leave this room bleeding” you whispered and looked at his eyes “Hahaha! I like girls when their tough it turns me on” he whispered and you clunched your jaw hard at his disgusting comment 

“He started!”

You yelled loudly with red face from anger, you were only only defending yourself

“well, if he did start why are you yelling? Why you acting nervous and suspicious ?”

the teacher said with raised eyebrows 

Making you giggle angrily about to lose control 

———After 2 hours 

You were walking outside the school with angry tears in your eyes peter followed after saying goodbye to his friends trying to calm you down 

“Y/n relax,  I’m in your side I’m gonna try to convince them not to punish you!”

Peter walk with you, he knew you gonna get punished by them specially at this really stressful time

“No peter! Let me be responsible of this” you said looking up at him with your teary eyes “y/n your crying?” Peter asked and cup your face “I’m gonna be fine”you tilted your head out of his grip and both of you noticed happy walking towards you too 

“Is everyone alright?” Happy asked and peter nod and you just stood there quiet “Alright, steve want to talk to you y/n as fast as possible” happy said and start walking you and peter to the car

After really stressful hour you arrived to only see a crossed armed bucky and steve biting his lips trying to control his anger, peter start rubbing your back noticing your getting nervous

Your door got opened by bucky and look at you with emotionless eyes “Out of the car miss angry” he talked you gluped and got out of the car slowly trying to take the longest time so you three don’t get alone in your bedroom, 

“Y/n” steve said loudly knowing what your trying to do, you jumped and start walking fast To enter the building bucky tried to grab your arm but you freed yourself from his grip so fast and start running inside “Hey! Get back here y/n! Or else!” Bucky yelled, he was about to run after you but he was stopped by steve “If she goes inside we gonna get her so let her go, for now” steve looked at bucky angry eyes “she used the way We! Taught her to defend herself but she hit another kid!” bucky answered angrily “I’m aware of that buck, but let’s not make a scene here okay?” Steve said and smiled a bit at bucky who just sighed “okay” he said and they both start walking towards your bedroom 

“Before you do an-“ you talked when they both enter but you were cut off by steve hand landing on your cheek “you only talk when we ask you too y/n” bucky said and lock your bedroom “I was defending-..” this time bucky slapped you and you fell in your bed crying annoyed and angry at how your day is going “you better count” steve said taking his leather jacker off “if u forget or lost count we well start all over again” Bucky walk towards a chair and place it in front of you “So easy way or hard way” you just shock your head no crying silently “N-no l-listen to me f-first” you begged but you only got dragged by your arm and forced to lay on ur stomach in bucky lap “daddy well give you 25 spanks and papa well give you another 25 understood?” Bucky whispered in your ear and you nod, closing your eyes shut as hard as you can and closed your fist on your daddy’s sweat pant “you well be done soon if you continue listening to us” steve said removing your hair from your face

After your punishment, your both cheeks were red and you felt yourself being picked up and thrown in the bed “take a nap y/n” steve said and turn of the lights and bucky closed the door, they both didn’t even wipe your tears after the punishment or even praise you they just left without saying or doing anything leaving feeling gulity for something you don’t even know

—after 1 hour 

“peter, what happened” natasha asked peter curious while playing with her mug, everyone was in the kitchen chatting about random stuff “It wasn’t y/n fault that’s all i know, his a dick to everyone so I’m in y/n side” peter said scratching his head avoiding bucky and steve eyes

“kid, your phone is blowing up can you shut it off for a second” tony came in the kitchen and throw peter his phone and peter immediately grab it, he looked confused at the videos was sent in the class group, peter opened one of the videos and sigh seeing y/n in it 

“What is it?” Tony asked peter “it’s just, people in school filmed y/n while fighting” peter smiled sadly and bucky sat straight with steve “show me” bucky put his hand out and peter immediately gave him the phone 

steve sighed feeling super bad for what he did, bucky gluped and hand peter his phone back “thank you” bucky stood up with steve and both of them start walking to your room so fast 

“y/n?” Steve asked surprised to see you still awake, you usually sleep after you come back from school and he thought the punishment made you more  tired and needing your nap. but he was so wrong -

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Little Things in Life - 10

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Warnings: cheating, non-consent sex and rape; My tags are not exhaustive, proceed at your own risk.This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Summary: Your suburban life begins to show cracks and your next door neighbour, Steve Rogers, seems intent on shattering what’s left.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Note: I feel like shit. My periods doing like a slow start where my cramps are awful but bleeding is on and off so with my luck it’ll be 10 days of this.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you.Take care. 💖

You heard Steve come up the stairs and stood. You felt all but naked in the lingerie, hugging yourself instinctively even when alone. You couldn’t recall the last time you wore anything like that. Probably a few years ago after Kayla, when you could finally enjoy yourself again, but Logan barely noticed the effort. You hadn’t tried since.

You crossed to the door and pressed your ear to the door. Hinges not far from where you stood, soft footsteps, and the creaking of floorboards. You backed up and stopped short as you spotted part of your reflection in the vanity. The way the lace pinched your lower stomach, the extra paunch you just couldn’t get rid of, and the way your ass dimpled around the high-cut thong. With any luck, the moment he saw you, he’d realise you weren’t what he made of you in his head.

You hid around the other side of the bed, arms folded firmly across your front as you paced. Closer, closer, closer. You heard him in the hall and shivered. You glanced out the window at the house across the street. 

You remembered when you bought the house, how you thought that was it. The suburban dream come true. You could live out your life there and be happy.

The door knob turned slowly and you angled to face Steve as he entered. You trembled. You couldn’t do it. You weren’t brave enough. No, you have to be. For Kayla. For your mom. 

You forced your arms down as he saw you and smiled. The door clicked behind him, loud in the hanging silence. He stood in place, staring as he let his hand fall to his side. You shied away, embarrassed. 

Now he could really see you. He would realise his mistake and all this would be over. He would feel so stupid. You’re not Sharon, you didn’t bounce back. You stretch marks remained and your tits sagged further and further.

“Wow,” he dragged his hand up his stomach, “you look…” his blue eyes blazed and he gritted his teeth and swallowed, “hot.”

You blinked. Then blinked again. What? You stepped back, hitting the window pane with your ass and crossed an arm across your chest as you used your other to shield your stomach. Was he fucking with you?

“Give me a spin, baby,” he came closer, stopping at the foot of the bed as he rested his hand on the coiled metal post.

“Steve,” you turned your face away, your cheeks fiery and fuzzy, “please, don’t–”

“Why don’t you believe me?” He rasped, his figure looming at the edge of your vision.

“I… Steve, this is wrong. Please, let me take Kayla–”

“No,” he interjected staunchly, “no. Enough of that.”

You gulped and lowered your chin, “look at me. I’m not what you think–”

“You’re beautiful, now I wanna see all of you.”

You let out a quivery breath and met his gaze. You shook your head. Was he so blinded by his delusion? By the dreams you saw him fabricate in that journal?

“I can hear your heart. It’s racing,” he intoned, “you’re just as excited as I am.”

“No, Steve, I’m scared–”

“Turn around,” he snarled and the metal whined as he crushed the coiled top of the footpost in his hand, “and let me see your ass.”

You winced at his timbre. In an instant, he changed. 

You don’t know how you didn’t see it before. How that golden boy act was all just that. Why did you ignore your cynicism for so long? You always knew if it was too good to be true, it wasn’t. You learned that with Logan, but that just wasn’t enough, was it?

“Steve, Kayla, Sarah… you don’t want this, I know you don’t–”

He didn’t argue that time. You backed up against the window as he marched towards you suddenly and you pressed yourself away from him. He grabbed you by the back of your neck and wrenched you away from the glass. He spun and flung you onto the bed. As you landed on your stomach, the curtains rang across the rod as he closed you in.

“Mmm,” he slapped your ass as he came near, “Logan just couldn’t handle this, could he?”

You reached back to stop him as he groped you. He gripped your wrist and twisted your arm up your spin until your elbow vibrated with agony. Another inch higher and the tendon would snap. You whimpered and kicked your feet, your legs halfway off the bed.

“Don’t let what he did destroy you. He never appreciated what he had,” his other hand traced the curve of your ass as he lifted his knee onto the mattress, “but I appreciate you, baby. Everything about you. I’ll take care of you and our family. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Please,” you turned your face out and quavered, “please, you’re hurting me.”

“I don’t want to but you make me,” he sneered, “if you’d just let me treat you right…” he let go of your arm slowly and trailed his hand around your hip, “just because he didn’t, doesn’t mean you’re not worth it. Can’t you see what I’m trying to show you?”

“But… Sharon–”

“Shhhh,” he hushed you and suddenly a stinging slap landed on your ass, “we don’t talk about her. I told you all that shit is fake.”

You whimpered and clenched your teeth, rolling your eyes back to keep your wet eyes from trickling. He kneaded your flesh, his fingers edging along the lace, inching down to your thighs. It would only be worse if you kept arguing. What came next was an inevitability. Steve Rogers decided that years ago.

You pulled your hand down off your back, cautiously moving it towards his leg. You touched his thigh, spreading your hand wide as you pushed yourself up. He squeezed your ass but let you bring yourself to your knees.

“Promise me, you won’t hurt anyone else,” you pleaded.

He looked down and covered your hand with his, “I didn’t want to,” he lifted it away from his leg, “you made me. I did it for you,” he pressed your hand to his chest and held it there, “didn’t you?”

You looked into his eyes, bottomless blue pools that threatened to drown you took your breath away. You pushed your fingers against his firm chest, feeling the strength, a power you had no hope against. The helplessness sank into your stomach and nestled there like a stone.

“Yes, I did,” you said evenly, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not afraid of me,” he insisted, “you’re afraid of what people will think. Who gives a fuck?”

“Yes, you’re right,” you lied as you brought your other hand up and rubbed his chest, “I didn’t think…” you swallowed and wetted your tongue, “that you could want me. That’s all. I just couldn’t believe that you, the Captain America…” you noticed how he stared at your lips as you spoke, “could want a housewife like me. Isn’t that every woman’s dream?”

“I want you,” he uttered softly as he framed your jaw, his thumb tracing the shape of your lower lip, “you don’t know how badly. How long. Sweetheart, I love you so much and every day I watched you with him. I pretended he was me. I pretended she was you…”

Your head swelled with horror, a cluster of tears pricked at your eyes. You didn’t want to hear more. You couldn’t handle it. You grabbed onto his shirt and leaned in, crushing your lips against his. He let out a surprised grunt but didn’t hesitate. His hand moved to cradle your head as his other arm wrapped around you.

His tongue poked out and prodded along your lips. You let him in, squeezing your eyes shut as you tamped down your shame. He delved inside desperately, devouring as his arm snaked tighter. He shifted and fell sideways with you against the mattress. You squeaked at the sudden impact but didn’t stop him. Even if you tried, you couldn’t.

He rolled you onto your back and pinned you beneath him. His weight pushed the air out of you and you gasped. You parted from his lips and eased your surprise to a moan. Could he hear your heart pounding then? Did he know the difference between terror and temptation?

“Baby,” he caressed your cheek and kissed along your jaw and down your neck, “you’re so sexy, you know that?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, the only response you could muster as your skin crawled.

“Don’t you know…” he continued breathily as he nipped as your throat, “how many times I thought of this? When you were in your garden, bent over… how many times did you hope I’d just come over and take you?”

You eked out another moan, flicking your eyes up as you shuddered. He trailed his nose along your collar bone and groaned as he clasped his teeth around the strap of the lingerie. You trembled as he pulled it over your shoulder and nuzzled you. He released the lace and reached to slip down the flimsy cup, tickling your chest with his fingertips.

You heaved, your chest rising as he fondled you gruffly, circling his lips around your nipple as it budded up. His tongue swirled around, plucking at you as he suckled and purred, squeezing as he rolled the rigid flesh between his teeth. You whined as you kept a scream from breaking through.

“Fuck,” he sighed between your tits, “you’re so fucking sexy.”

You exhaled shakily and touched his shoulder, sinking your nails into his shirt as you tried not to crack. Just pretend. You’d done it a million times with Logan. But this was different. This was horrific.

Steve ran his hand up and down your side, then planted it on the mattress, pushing himself up to his knees. He knelt between your legs as he tugged at his shirt. He swiped it over his head and tossed it away carelessly. The muscles across his broad chest and corded through his thick arms flexed as he snarled down at you.

“I want you so bad,” he looked down at his jeans and the bulge throbbing there, “it hurts, baby.”

You bit your lip to keep from whimpering. You were paralysed with futility, as if watching yourself from above. You gulped and murmured dumbly. He shuddered as he grasped his fly and frantically unbuttoned it.

“Yeah, yeah, I can’t wait, I was gonna… I–” he nearly choked as he stood and tore open his jeans, “I need you, so bad.”

He pushed down his briefs and jeans in a single motion. You stared at his torso, his tight stomach clenching as his dick bobbed up against it. You sucked in your cheeks and braced yourself. He got back on the bed and dropped over you in an imitation of a push up, holding himself up as he gazed down at you.

“Put me in, baby,” he growled, “please… touch me.”

Your hand shook as you lifted it from the mattress and dragged it over your stomach and hip. You reached down and blindly gripped him, an involuntary noise rising from your throat. You pumped his thick length and angled his tip down against the lingerie. You pulled aside the lace with your other hand and rubbed him against your folds. You were dry. You held your breath as you guided him to your entrance and bent your leg.

You arched your back as you tried to urge him inside. The dry friction made you squirm as he leaned into you. Fuck. He forced his tip into you and you cried out. You couldn’t hold it back as he stretched you hotly and you slapped his chest. You grunted as he rocked, trying to push deep with the easy motion.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He groaned as his jaw squared and he looked down between your bodies.

“I’m just… nervous,” you lied and grasped his bicep with your other hand, “it’s— fine.”

He snarled as he kept up his effort, trying to loosen you slowly. He fell onto his elbow and stretched his other arm down to toy with your clit. He huffed as he tilted and rubbed frantically at your bud. A quivery breath escaped your throat and you let your head fall to the side.

“God–” he sneered and rammed his pelvis into you. You exclaimed at his abruptness and he covered your mouth with his hand, the scent of you clinging to his fingers. “Oh, you’re tight, baby. You feel so good.”

You whimpered and latched onto his wrist as he began to thrust. Your nails dug into his chest as he built a rhythm, pushing you to your limit with each dip of his hips. His eyes rolled back and he droned loudly. He collapsed over you, working only his pelvis as he grunted and groaned, hand slipping from your face.

“How do I feel, baby? Tell me I feel good,” he pleaded in your ear.

“Y-yeah,” you choked out, your arms trapped under him, “so… good.”

“Mmmm, yeah, oh, baby.

He hooked his arm under you as he fucked you long and slow, sliding back to his tip only to bottom out again. He rolled onto his back, taking you with him in a whirlwind. You sank further onto him as you sat up with you against him, pushing you down in his lap. 

He gripped your hip as he guided your motion and tugged down the lingerie to your stomach. He leaned you back as he bent to tease your nipple again with his teeth. You hung your head back as you followed his tempo, letting him take control. He hummed and it flowed through you.

He flicked his tongue around your nipple and brushed along your chest, cupping your tit with his hand as he lifted it and pinched your flesh with his teeth. He moaned as he sat straight, staring down at the joining of your bodies as he brought you down harder and hard. 

He lifted you, slamming you back down so it pulsed through your hips. You let him use you, limp like a doll as his heat encased you. The noise of your flesh, of his smoky voice, and your pathetic mewls mingled in the humid air and flooded your reality. There was only your bodies; his tangled with pleasure and your wracked in agony.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he groaned as he he hugged you to him, stilling you as he fucked you from below, “that’s it. I’m gonna— gonna—” He fell flat on the bed, setting his feet and furiously thrusting as he sputtered, “I’m gonna—”

He came in a frantic rut. Your cunt squelched around him as he filled you, fucking the mess in and out of you, even past his climax. He didn’t stop until he was twitching and whining, hypnotised in the afterglow of his orgasm.

He sighed as he stilled at last, puffing out in content as he brushed his fingertips up your back. A shiver raised bumps on your skin as you laid against him unmoving. Your walls ached around him and your muscles were tight and overwrought. You let out a willowy breath.

“I hope it’s a boy this time,” he rasped as he squeezed your sides, “I always wanted a big family.”

You didn’t say a word. Didn’t mention you weren’t worried about that. You were always the one and done type of woman and you made sure of that. Enough children would suffer from what he’d done. About what he meant to do.

Steve Rogers may be able to command you to his desires, but there were some things that even he could not control.

[timidpumpkin]

Can I get a reaction when reader want to go to carnival or other fun places and then they got lost and ended up at their own home

Is the reader going to escape or go back to their daddies TYSM🤗

Hiiii🥰🥰🥰💜💜💜. I loved this idea sooo much and it really helped get me out of the writer's block funk I was in! It’s a litttle bit different from what you asked so I hope that’s okay and you still like it!! Thank you so so much, I loved writing this!!~~~~~💖💖💖💖💖

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Helpless (Stucky x reader)

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, stockholm syndrome, forced age regression, mention of previous kidnapping, reader gets lost, mild injury to reader, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames (as usual).

Word count: 4.1k

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It was getting a bit cooler now. 

The previously bright day had been overtaken by navy shadows that bring nippy wisps of air that catch on your exposed arms, sending chills throughout you. 

“I told you we should have used the long-sleeved one,” Steve remarks to Bucky as he watches you make a tiny shiver.

Bucky rolls his eyes at him, knowing you were the one who insisted on this specific onesie when he dressed you this afternoon. With an eager look on your face, you held it up to him, proudly showing him how it would match perfectly with some leg warmers you found in your drawer. He couldn’t argue with that, not when your giddy smile and sweet eyes looked at him while holding it up as high as you could for him.

“Come here babydoll,” Bucky says, squatting down a bit to get closer to your level. 

You don't hear him for a second. Not even your numbed fingertips could distract you from the bright lights that reflect off your eyes. You’ve been watching the multicolored Ferris wheel since you got here. You wanted to go on it so bad. 

Thus far, you’ve only been allowed to play the ground games. Though, you can’t complain too much now that you’ve collected quite a load of new stuffies to bring home. You’d like to think yourself pretty talented at these games–maybe too talented. 

You’ve all but completely missed the harsh glares Bucky gives the poor workers when they tell you “awh too bad” when you miss the target, but then proceed to hand you whichever stuffed animal or toy you’d been wanting anyway. You’d turn around to your daddies, excitingly showing them your prize and proudly exclaiming “I won! I won!” and Bucky would always tell you how good of a job you did every time.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls again, bringing you back to reality, his voice sweet, as if he’s teasing you a bit, knowing how much you've enjoyed this outing.

It was a tough call. Bringing you here. They knew how much you wanted to go. Ever since Peter babbled on and on about his trip to the carnival at his birthday party a few months ago, you’ve been begging them ever since. It’s not that they didn't want to take you. It could never be that. They just weren’t sure if it would be safe…

“There’s all kinds of creeps at those things!” Steve argues to Bucky, turning around as if that’s the last word and final say about it. 

“I know. I know. But…she really wants to go. Plus…it’s not like we’ll ever let her out of our sight.” Bucky tries to reason, knowing it was something they would enjoy too. He has several fond memories of dragging Steve along with him through the bustling crowds of people just so he could play–and win–all the games he could, always asking Steve which prize he wanted before promising him he’d win it on the first try. Long before he knew of what true cruelties lived beyond their hometown, Bucky had already mastered the art of staring down unfair showmen who would poke fun at Steve’s then narrower figure.

Bucky just couldn’t help the almost giddy feeling he got just at the idea of holding you up high while you throw one of those balls with all your might to win some oversized stuffed animal that you’d undoubtedly insist on carrying on your own despite it being twice your height.

“We could even get one of those leash things,” he suggests, the idea popping into his mind like it’s the most brilliant thing, remembering how he showed the leashed froggy backpack he saw a while ago to Steve.

“It’s not just that,” Steve admits, brows furrowed as he sits on the edge of the bed, a sad and worried look overtaking his features that makes Bucky want to cave to anything he’d ask. “what if…” he trails off, not meeting Bucky’s gaze, “what if…she tries to run off?” he says quietly as if the fear itself would be brought to life if he spoke it too loudly. 

It had been a long while since you tried to run away. All things considered, you seemed to be fully adjusted now. Every so often you would act up, but only in the way that all little girls would every now and then. They would always punish you appropriately, the way all good daddies would, reminding you that your life with them is your life, and that the horrid life you had before you was one never meant for a sweet innocent little girl like you. 

They saved you. Steve routinely reminded you as such, but he didn’t have to. Bucky could tell you knew it was true now just by the way your bright eyes greeted them every morning. You knew that you were only good and safe with them to take care of you. His little girl couldn't even function without them now. It was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Bucky thinks for a moment, walking closer to Steve and kneeling on the floor in front of him. He pushes his way into him, maneuvering himself between Steve’s legs, and scoops his distressed hands into his, kissing them both before looking back up to Steve. 

“She won’t.” he says, thick air questioning if it's true. 

But his words say more than just that. The meaningful look in Bucky’s eyes tell Steve that no matter what, they’ll always have you. And that there was no way you could get away from them. Bucky knew it wasn't just the fear of physically losing you, but the fear of hurt that they would feel if you even tried. 

Steve smiles a bit, his hands pulling Bucky up so that he’s now standing between his legs. He takes his hands, sliding them down from Bucky’s sides to his hips where they rest for the moment. 

“Alright,” Steve sighs, looking up to Bucky, and pulling him a bit closer by his belt loops, “but any sign of trouble, we leave” Steve states, seriousness in his tone, the same kind of voice he uses when they’re on missions together. 

“As if it would be any other way.” Bucky remarks, a smirk teasing his face as he dips his head down a bit to meet his lips with Steve’s. Steve sighs into his kiss, feeling the tension leaving his body just by Bucky’s stable words and secure presence.

“You think too much Rogers” Bucky teases after breaking from the kiss, thinking of all the times Steve would try to worm his way out of Bucky having to go on a mission with him in fear of his partner getting hurt–whether it be mentally or physically–Steve couldn't bare the thought of having to see Bucky like he was when he saw him for the first time in this new world. 

“Can’t help it,” he breathes, Bucky never ceasing to take his breath away from his all-encompassing kisses. “I love you two more than anything,” he says earnestly as if it’s the only known fact in the universe. 

“I know” Bucky smiles, “I know.”

“Oh-sorry Daddy!” you turn around, not meaning to ignore him. He holds out a sweatshirt and you instinctively hold up your arms so he can help put it on you. “Did you see the Ferris wheel Daddy?” you ask excitingly for the third time that night. Bucky chuckles a bit. 

“Yes, I did,” he answers as if it’s the first he’s hearing about it while putting some soft-knitted mittens he had in his pocket on your hands. “M’not sure if Dada heard though,” he whispers to you, “maybe you should go tell him,” he informs you with a wink. 

You hurriedly run over to Steve, jumping in place over and over again in front of him. 

“Dada! Dada!” you take his hand and drag him a bit closer to where you had the best view of the colorful wheel. “Look!” you point and turn to him with an excited expression. “Can we go? Please? Pretty please? Please please please please-” you babble over and over again while continuing to jump up and down until you’ve all but run out of air in your lungs. 

Steve looks at the contraption suspiciously, not trusting of the achy-sounding metal, and certainly not wanting his little girl near anything dangerous. He catches a glimpse of Bucky though, who’s contagiously smiling at you both, and remembers how often Bucky tells him not to worry so much. 

“Okay-okay” Steve caves, unable to help but smile at your hyper manner right now. “Just this once, then we can go home and get you all nice and warm” he teasingly pinches at your cold cheeks.

“Yayayay!” you literally scream out, not even caring one bit that he said it was only once or that you had to go home after this. You were more than overjoyed that you got to ride it at all. 

You start to make a sprint for it, only getting a few feet when resistance yanks you back, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to steady yourself from the unexpected halt in momentum. Steve hadn’t even pulled on the backpack at all, it was just your pure running and his not moving an inch that caused you to ricochet back a bit. It’s a wonder you didn't fall flat on your behind. 

“Heh-sorry!” you sheepishly laugh it off and wait patiently for them to catch up with you in basically two full steps for them. 

As you make the short walk to the diminishing line in the late hour, Steve stops to tie his shoe, occupying both of his hands. You swing your arms aimlessly around waiting for him to finish while looking around. 

As you mindlessly scan the area around you, your head does a double take as you recognize something. 

No–someone. 

You watch the stranger in confusion until the remnants of memory come back to you. It was a friend. But this person wasn’t Peter or Wanda…no. It was a friend from…before.

It disorients you, confusion washing over you and placing a pit in your stomach as your life before now was mostly forgotten and placed in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your mind’s vaults. 

You watch as they walk away, towards where you know leads to the parking lot. And as if something takes over you, you start following their footsteps, unhinderedly drifting away from where Steve and Bucky are. 

As you mindlessly follow, several feet behind, memories of your past life replay in your mind. They playback in black and white as if you’re watching one of those really old movies Steve likes to show you sometimes. 

Then you hazily remember when they first found you…took you. Emotions of how scared and confused you were overtake your mind. You remember how they kept you in the house, never letting you leave. 

“Sily girl, Dada can’t kidnap what’s already his,” Steve would tell you every time you’d harshly accuse him of kidnapping you. 

“No one can protect you like we can,” Bucky would shush you after one of his punishments when you had pushed too hard. “Daddy only does this ‘cause he loves you.” he’d brush over your already bruising skin before carefully wiping away the tears that he had ignored for hours before.

Some nights you’d wake from nightmares, the specifics of it not mattering when Steve would find you crying into your stuffie. He never hesitated to pick you up and let you weep into his shoulder. Always whispering that you were okay, that you were safe. 

“It’s okay angel, Dada’s here. You’re safe with me. I’ll always keep you safe. Always.” he’d repeat to you sincerely, holding onto you so tightly, as if the slightest loosening of his grip meant the very air around him would harm you.

To him though, it was true. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. He’d carry you downstairs, where Bucky would tell you that nightmares didn’t matter “‘cause they aren’t real, doll…not like me and Dada.” he’d caress your warm cheeks while Steve fetched you some cold milk. They’d stay up with you as long as you needed, not even daring to shut an eye until you felt safe enough to sleep again.

And truthfully…you did. You did feel safe. 

Maybe it was strange…the way you sought their comfort…their touch…their love, when you fought it in the beginning. 

And you did fight…hard. 

But every retaliation you made only ended in harsh grabs. Every effort to push them away resulted in lacerated reminders. Every moment you spent denying what they told you only yielded unrestrained punishments. 

“My sweet girl…you’ll learn soon enough. Fighting us only makes it harder for you.” Steve would stroke your cheek through the bars of your crib. “All you have to do is listen to what we say. We know what’s best for you, angel.” he’d say before leaving you all tied up and alone for hours…sometimes days. 

And then, after you’d more than cried yourself dry, throat scratchy from lack of hydration, he’d appear to you, asking if you’d learned your lesson. Your body would somehow discover new tears as you’d plead with him, promising him you’d be a good girl. 

It’s then that he’d smile down at you so sweetly, lifting your limp body from its cushiony cage and shower you with endless affection. 

He’d drown you with attention, never allowing you to lift a finger. He’d clean you up with your favorite scented soap, and after you were all done, Bucky would present you with a new set of soft clothes they bought just for you for taking your punishment so so well. They’d play your favorite shows and message every sore spot on your tired body after ordering from your favorite type of take out, something you never even told them. There wasn’t a moment where they weren’t touching you in some way, dousing you with sweet words about how much they loved their beautiful helpless little girl. 

Helpless.

A word that reminds you exactly how you felt the very first time you bumped into Steve. All alone and scared, in a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You were lost then. 

Just like you were right now. 

You practically snap back into reality, the one where you’ve found yourself far away from the luminous festival lights and eerily close to where you can’t hear racket of activities anymore. It’s quiet, and you don’t even know where that funnily familiar person you were following went. Dread fills your insides as you realize you’re all alone. 

You turn around hastily, 

Anxiety fills your stomach as you rashly run in the opposite direction, before tripping on a wire that sends you spiraling down to the ground. You clumsily try to catch yourself, mittened hands harshly hitting the pavement, and asphalt slashes through your leggings, exposing the soft flesh of your knees to razor-sharp pain.

The sudden impact scares you, tears that were already forming from before start rushing out of your eyes. 

Instinctually, you cry for Steve. For Dada. But when after too many moments you don’t feel their comfort, you look around and remember they’re not there. Your heart pounds as people rush by seemingly unaffected by your fallen form. You swirl your head around looking for them and are instead met with the haunting image of your green leash’s end, its ghostly emptiness scorning you from where it lays.  

You cry harder, guilt and anguish now thumping alongside the throbbing in your chest that radiates to your body’s wounded limbs and you're pretty sure the only words coming out of your mouth are pathetic strings of ‘daddy’ and ‘dada.’

“There she is” Bucky spots you, both of them rushing over to you, distraught as they notice your scraped-up form. 

“Dada!” you cry, leaping towards Steve and wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up. You helplessly weep, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional strain your misplaced detour took you on. You cry for leaving them. You can't tell if it was on purpose, but you feel awful from even remembering your past life and getting so close to being lost.

“Fuck, angel. What happened?” Steve breathes, taking the scuffed mittens off your hands to examine you closer. 

“I-...I-” you try to speak through gasps of crying. They both question you on where you went and why you walked away. You barely manage to tell the story in broken sobs as to what truthfully happened. They listen intensively as you tearfully explain the details of what happened.

“But-but-I-I don’t wanna! Don’t wanna lose daddies! Don’t wanna! Didn’t mean t-to! I-I p-promise-I-I didn’t!” you stagger between breaths, gasping for air as your sob relentlessly in Steve’s arms. 

“Shh, hey-hey” Bucky caresses your head, directing your attention to him. “It’s okay, doll. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he consoles. Steve gently wipes your tears at the same time and helps in calming you. You look at them both through blurry vision and continue weeping apologies to which they both remind you that it’s okay. 

They were scared to death when they only took their eyes off you for a second and you were gone…but they found you, just like the first time. 

They bring you over to sit down on a bench so they can better help console you and check your injuries. Steve rummages through the backpack he was carrying to get a first aid kit, and Bukcy watches through tortured eyes as you miserably cry.

“Doll.” he tenderly tilts your chin up to him. Tearful eyes red from crying look up to him. “Daddy’s proud of you.” he states, earnestly, stern and true. It makes you cry harder though, with confusion written all over your face. Proud? How could he be proud when you almost thought about running away? 

“W-why?” you cry “I-I bad. bad!” you weep pitifully as you feel Steve cleaning your knees. 

“No angel. You’re not bad.” Steve states, only confusing you more, you were sure both of them would be upset with you…considering they had every reason to. 

“You know why?” Bucky asks, stroking your previously cold cheeks that have now been warmed by your tears. You shake your head no as more seemingly endless tears fall. “‘Cause you came back,” he says, wiping them as they come. “You came back to find us. That’s all that matters.” Bucky reassures you. 

It hurts, both his and Steve’s worst fear almost coming to life. 

But it didn't. 

And truthfully, no one understood that more than Bucky. He knew more than anyone what it was like to get confused. To see or hear something otherwise mundane that whips you back to a place where you feel out of control. 

The story you recanted to them rings all too familiar to him. It reminds him of shaky hands and paralyzed tongue that attempted to explain to Steve what it was like to not be in control of your own body. Your own actions. 

It didn’t matter that you wandered away. It didn’t matter where your thoughts went. All that mattered was that you cried for them. All that mattered was your tiny hands curled around Steve's shirt so hard he’d thought you’d hurt your own fingers. All that mattered was the way you pulled Bucky closer while weeping his name as he comforted you. 

All that mattered…was that you needed your Daddies.  

They both reassure as such in ways they knew you'd understand. Besides, it only made sense that their little girl would get confused sometimes. That’s what daddies are for. And you came back because you knew they always made the best decisions for you. And even if on the off chance that you hadn't…that really wouldn’t have mattered anyway either. They would always find their little girl because you belong with them. Always and forever.

“Which ones do you want little princess?” Steve asks you, offering a variety of colorful bandages in front of you. Your hysteria and their sweet strong words have all but distracted you from the pain of the scratches lacerating your knees. You point to the ones you like and Steve praises you for making “such a good choice babygirl.”

Bucky holds you close and lets you bury your head in his chest while Steve carefully puts them on. You feel guilt again when you notice that the soft mittens now have little scuffs and holes in them that match your pants. But Steve reassures you that it’s ‘no biggie’ and that they can always get you another pair. 

“How about Daddy and I get you some ice cream?” Steve suggests, knowing sweets was at least one way to cheer his sweet girl up. 

You sniffle, looking to him at the suggestion. 

“Ice cweam?” you say with a small voice “I-I wike ice cweam” you say softly, not meaning to slur your words. But you never did anyway, it always just happened beyond your control. 

“I think that sounds perfect, huh doll?” Bucky says lightheartedly and sweetly while picking you up from the bench and placing you in Steve's arms.

“Wif sprinkles toos?” you ask, rubbing your sore eyes. 

“All the sprinkles for my sweet little girl” Steve smiles at you while playfully poking at your side making you giggle a bit. 

The cold dessert cools your hot throat and brings a smile back to your face. Of course, what really made you happy was knowing your daddies weren’t upset with you, and even more importantly, that you were never going to lose them.

“Hey what’s that on Dada’s face?” Bucky points directly to Steve, making you turn to examine it closely as you're still in his arms. It gives Bucky the opportunity to steal a lick from your ice cream.

“Hey!” you laugh turning back to Bucky’s not-so-secret move when you realize there was nothing amiss on your Dada’s face. 

“What?” he puts his hands and shoulders up in a shrug of confusion while looking around and feigning confusion. You giggle more as obvious signs of ice cream are on the tip of his nose.

“Looks like daddy’s the one with something on his face” Steve teases, and you laugh with them while they let you finish your little treat.

“You still wanna go up on the Ferris wheel babygirl?” Steve asks after wiping your hands clean from any sticky residue. You look up to him with awe and shock, not expecting him to still offer it. 

“Really?” you question with a hopeful but weary look on your face from not being sure of why you deserve it. Steve nods at you and tells you yes. Maybe he was skeptical before, but nothing was better than seeing his little girl's face light up in a smile. 

Plus, Steve knew you were their little girl. More than that, he knew that you knew. In your heart, you came back to them. You needed them. And that’s all Steve could ever want. 

You’re squeezed between your two daddies as the wheel makes its way up to the top. They watch as you look in awe of how tiny everything looks from up above. This must be what it's like for your daddies to see all the time. You feel as though you’re at the tippity top of the wheel forever. You don’t mind as it’s beautiful and quiet up there with the only people in the world you wanted to be with. You tiredly lay your head against Steve's arm, signaling to him that you’ll likely sleep the whole drive home. 

“I love you,” you say contently, and they know you say it for both of them. 

“We love you too angel. So much,” Steve tells you, smiling down at his sleepy little girl, and looking up to see Bucky’s lightened up face too. 

He takes it all in, remembering the times when just he and Bucky would go out to these things–or really–when Bukcy would drag him to the carnivals. He knew how much Bucky loved this. He knew how much you loved this. And he loved it too. He loved you both, and that was all he needed.

[romanestuffsposts]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Maffia!Stucky Masterlist ࿐ྂ

Hurt Baby (Maffia!Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you hurt yourself and your daddies comfort you

Low Blood Pressure (Maffia!Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) your disease kick when you're in their office while they work

Tired sweet Thing (Maffia!Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you were excited to go to work with them but didn't know you woul'dve stayed there that late

Don't Be Scared (Maffia!Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) You go to work with your daddies but things don't go well.

I Could Do Real Work Too (Maffia!Daddies!Stucky x Little!Reader) you're upset when your daddies make you understand that you're not able to help them with their work and you show them that you can do it

[buckybraneslover111]

Trust No One - B.B.

Summary: enemies to lovers Thorpe  Bucky Barnes is part of the Mafia, reader's father Jeff is Bucky's right-hand man, his go-to guy to do his dirty work, and the reader doesn't like it so she hates Bucky and hates what her father does.

warnings; mention of alcohol abuse, mention of death, dark!bucky and IDK what else but enjoy:)

a/n: lemme know if i should post part 2:) reblog and like if you like this series!

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The Mafia. The most powerful and organized crime group of men, dating back to 1869. They are known for murder, extortion, corruption of police, gambling, tax fraud, and many other illegal agreements and transactions. You never thought you would ever be in love with anyone who was a part of that corrupt group, but here you were, sitting in a house full of men smoking cigars and drinking a bunch of alcohol. You were dragged to this house because your father was one of the men who did all of his dirty work. You hated that your dad was a part of this cult-like gang. He would only bring you to these meetings, to show all the men in the gang that you were off limits and it was also like a ‘look out for my daughter,’ type of way too. You were an only child. Your mother passed away while giving birth to you, 18 years ago. When your mom passed away, your dad joined the mafia to make money to keep you safe and also himself. Your dad would get paid to go out, follow these people who owed money to him, and threaten them a bit, and when they would pay in the time frame he would give them, he would go out and kill them and hide the bodies with the other members. If those bodies were ever found, your dad would go to jail, but then again, he would get away with it because the cops were in on the mafia in some way, you never understood. Your dad was his right-hand man, if he called, your dad would drop anything he was doing to go to whatever job he needed. You tried to convince your dad to just leave the mafia and run away and change your names, but he said they would always find him, so it didn't matter what he would do, they would find him and kill him. So you dealt with the fact that your dad just killed people and got away with it, every time. You hated the guy in charge too. You hated that he made your dad do all his dirty. Like why couldn't he just do it? Why couldn't he get someone else to do it? No, it always had to do with your dad.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard yelling coming from behind the closed door where your dad and that dumb mafia head guy were. You sighed and sat up from the couch fixing your leather jacket. The door swung open and your dad and he walked out laughing as he patted your dad’s back. You looked at the tall brunette-haired man. You stared at his exposed chest, the shirt he was wearing was unbuttoned a bit showing all the tattoos on his chest, his metal black and gold arm exposed. His hair was pulled back in a small ponytail, gelled back with two strings of hair pulled out to be in front of his face. The shirt he was wearing was hugging his chest loosely. Your eyes roamed to his lower region, his black dress pants hugging against his legs tightly, you could see the outline of his crotch through his pants. As you were studying his body, you were pulled from your thoughts when you heard your dad call your name, “y/n, you ready?” you looked up at your dad and then looked at the tall brunette standing next to him, who was already looking at you with lustful eyes, he had a little smirk on his face, he knew you were staring at his body, he could feel your eyes on him the moment he walked out of the room. You stood up fixing your leather jacket again and walked towards him nodding. 

“Hello y/n.” the brunette said to you when you stood by your dad, smirking.

“Hello, James.” you said his name with no emotion whatsoever. You rolled your eyes and didn't look at him facing away from him. You hated him when he said your name. He would drag the last letter out in your name and it was annoying. 

“Alright Jeff, I will call you. You both have a goodnight. Bye y/n.” he smirked at you as you walked out of the house with your father following behind you. You got into his brand new 2021 midnight blue dodge charger. You loved his car so much, you wanted one of your own, but you loved your 2020 BMW M340. You got your BMW a few months back from when your dad all of sudden got a bunch of money from a hit he did for Bucky. He brought you the car as a surprise birthday gift for your 18th birthday. As you drove home in the car with your dad, you looked out the window and sighed. 

“What's wrong y/n?” he looked at you then back at the road.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” you rolled your eyes sighing. 

“No youre not, you are upset. Listen to me, I know you don't like my job, but it pays the bills y/n. If i didn't have this job, we would not have the things we have now. We would be living on the streets. James has helped us a lot, and if killing people that owes him money is paying the bills, then I am going to continue to do my job, so you can have a good life and we can both be protected.” he sighed at you as you pulled up to your house. You looked over at your dad and nodded.

“Yeah dad i know but i still don't like it. But anyways, I'm going to a party tonight downtown, so I'll be back later tonight, don't wait for me.” you got out of the car, and he got out and looked at you.

“You need protection, let me get one of you to watch over you at the party.” he walked over to you, taking his phone out. 

“No dad, I don't need protection, I'll be fine.” you frowned. 

“Yes you do, its downtown. So I'm going to have one of the guys meet you there to protect you.” he frowned upon getting on the phone.

“You are ridiculous, I'm leaving.” you get into your car and drive off down the street.

…

You were at a party at your best friend Clint’s house. You had changed in his room before the party with the bag of clothes you had in your car. You were drinking alcohol in a red solo cup and dancing with Natasha and Clint on the dance floor.  

You turned around still dancing when you were met with a pair of eyes staring directly at you and you stopped dancing looking at the blonde fohawk haired man who was standing about 200 feet away from you, watching you dance. You sighed and walked over to the guy and downed the rest of your drink, passing by him, “Steve, I don't need a babysitter.” you sighed as you walked down the hallway to a bathroom as you stumbled in and looked at yourself in the mirror. Steve walked in behind you and leaned up against the door frame.

“Well, Bucky sent me because your dad was worried you would drink too much and you wouldn't make it back home. I'm just doing my job y/n. You should probably stop drinking though, you look a little too drunk. I'll drive you home. Come on.” he walked up behind you.

“I think I'm gonna be sick.” you rushed to the toilet dropping to your knees and threw up in the toilet. Steve walked over and sighed holding your hair up so you wouldnt get it wet. He pulled his phone out and called someone.

“Yeah she threw up, I think she drank too much. Do I bring her home? Okay, i'll bring her.” he hung up the phone and he rubs your back as you continue to throw up. “Im taking you home y/n, you've had too much to drink.” 

…

The next morning you woke up groaning. You had a major headache from drinking too much last night at the party. You sit up and notice you are back in your bed at home and you are wearing your pjs. You frowned confused, but rushed out of bed running to the connected bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. You groaned and sat down on the floor with your head resting on the toilet as you flushed it. Jeff walked into your room and then looked in your bathroom and saw you sitting on the floor, “Oh there's my party girl.” he walked over to you handing you a glass of water and two advils. “Here take these.” you took them from him and put the pills in your mouth and drank the water swallowing them, “So i'm going out for today, James is sending Steve over to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't have alcohol poisoning.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Gonna go kill more innocent people.” you got up from the floor walking to your bedroom, “Stop trying to act like you care about me, when you spend more time with whatever job that piece of shit has you do.” you lay back in bed and sigh.

“Hey! That piece of shit is my boss y/n! The money I make pays for the shit you have! So be grateful for once! You never appreciate anything I do for you! I do everything for you! I took this job for you y/n! Stop disrespecting me!” he yelled following after you. 

“I will stop disrespecting you, when you stop killing innocent people for that piece of dog shit.” you rolled over on to your side facing away from him.

He sighed, “Fine, fine have it your way y/n. I'm leaving, enjoy your day.” he walked out of your room and walked out of the house. You groaned and hid under the covers, the sun making your eyes too sensitive. You fell back to sleep trying to sleep off your hangover.

…

Later that night, your dad came back from whatever job he was doing for Bucky. You were getting ready for your shift at this very high-end LA nightclub you worked at. Clint and Natasha both work there and they got you a job as a bottle service girl as Clint was the bartender and Natasha was also a bottle service girl. You hated dressing up in the attire that they gave you, but because you knew the general manager that owned the nightclub, he let you wear whatever you wanted as long as you showed some skin. You finished curling your hair as your dad walked into your bathroom. 

“What time will you be home tonight?” he leaned against the doorframe crossing his arms on his chest. 

“2 am probably. I'm working at 7pm so I'll be there until closing.” you finished your curls and looked at him, “Why are you going to send Jet to come watch over me? Make sure i actually go to work.” you roll your eyes.

“No, I trust you enough to go to work. Have fun.” he walked to his room and shut the door.

...

It was 4 hours into your shift at the night club and you were having fun. It was a Friday night so everyone was there and they were tipping very well. You walked to the bar and put the $100 tip you got from a table into your tip jar and you looked at Clint, who was making drinks along with 4 other bartenders. “Hey, are there any more privates coming in yet?” he looked at you and nodded.

“Yeah and it's your turn,” he pointed to the table all the way in the corner, “And you will never believe who it is.” 

You looked at him, “Who?”

“It's your best friend.” he smirked, being sarcastic, as he handed you two bottles of wine and 4 empty glasses, “Mr. James Barnes.” you looked at him with wide eyes.

“How?! How did I end up with him at the table?!” you frowned holding everything in your hand.

“Well, Nat has 5 tables and you have 4, plus Brittney has 5, so it's your turn girl. You'll be fine, just go, put the glasses on the table and open the bottles and you'll be fine.” he smiled, giving you a little push. You sighed and lifted the bottles over your head as you walked towards Bucky’s private table. As you approached, his body guards that were standing at the end of the opening moved and you walked up the two steps and looked at the curly haired man sitting back against the leather fabric of the couch with both of his arms stretched out on the back of the couch, he was talking to 3 other man who looked like businessmen. You set down the glasses and the two bottles as you opened up one of the pouring wine into the glasses. You looked up and saw Bucky staring right at you. You blushed and finished pouring the wine and placed the bottle down on the table. Bucky leaned forward and grabbed your wrist and you looked down at him blushing. 

“I need 4 shots of vodka and 4 shots of whiskey, make mine a double. Chop chop sweetheart.” he smirked and let go of your wrist as you quickly walked out of the table area and walked back to the bar.

“Clint, i need 4 shots of vodka, 3 shots of whiskey and a double shot of whiskey.” he nodded and started pouring the drinks and placing them on the tray for you. “I fucking hate him.” you sighed.

“What did he do?” he looks at you.

“Just his presence here makes me cringe and annoyed.” you grabbed the tray and lifted it above your head so they didn't spill if someone bumped into you. As you approached the table and walked up, you noticed that there were girls sitting with each of the men there. When you looked at Bucky, there was a girl sitting next to him sipping on her martini as he was whispering in her ear and rubbing her exposed thigh. You started to get this sense of jealousy running through your body and you weren't sure why. I mean yeah he was attractive, but you hated him. Yeah his tattoos turned you on, but you hated him. His smirk he would send you when you stared at him a bit too long was hot as fuck, but you hated him. You set down all of the shot glasses on the table and walked down and back to the bar. Your face was red and you slammed the tray down on the counter a little too hard. Clint looked at you and frowned.

“What did he say now?” he walked over to you.

“N-Nothing. I don't know what's going on with me.” you start to panic a bit.

“What do you mean?” he said, confused.

“I don't know. I went over to bring him the drinks, and I saw him talking to this girl and touching her and shit, and..” you sighed, “..I just got jealous. Like why is she all over him like that? Like why is he even talking to her?” you looked at Clint and he was looking at you with wide eyes and his mouth gaped open a little, “What? What's wrong?” you looked and saw Natasha walk over. She looks at the both of you then at you.

“What happened?” she said, confused.

Clint looks at you then at her, “She caught feelings.” you both look at him

“What?! No! No i didnt! I didnt catch anything! I hate him, I know I hate him.” you looked between them two.

They both look at you and smirk, “You caught feelings for him, you dirty whore.” Natasha said, smirking.

You blushed a dark red and tried to hide your face with your hands, “Okay yeah maybe! But like how is that even possible? I literally hate him so much.” 

“You hate him because he isn't with you.” Clint jokes around, “You wish you were that girl he was talking to?” 

“No I don't!” 

“YES YOU DO!!” they both said at the same time smirking.

“Okay fine! Yes I do!” you hide your face. They both laugh.

“Wow, and to think you said you hated him so much because of what he makes your dad do, but now you like him? That changes everything.” Nat says.

“Can you please take his table Nat? I can't bear to go back over there.” you pouted.

“Yeah that's fine, you can take private 12, they tip well.” 

“Thank you.” you smiled.

…

20 minutes later, Natasha comes up to you as you were at a table cleaning it up, “Hey.” you look up at her and grab the dirty glasses.

“Hey, what's up?” you pick up the bucket.

“He told me to tell you that he wants you to be his bottle service and not me. He literally wouldn't let me go unless it was you.” she said.

“Are you serious?” you sighed, “Fine, you can take your private 12 back then.” you cleaned up the rest and took the dishes to the back to get cleaned. You walked back out and walked over to Bucky’s table. He was now sitting with just Steve and Sam. You walked up the steps, “Can I get you guys anything else?” you cleaned up the empty glasses.

“Why did you switch tables with her?” Bucky said as you looked up at him and gulped.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you told her to switch tables with you. So why did you do it?” he leaned forward onto his knees looking up at you through his curls.

“I-It was getting overcrowded and I had too many tables so she was just helping me out.” 

“Wrong, try again.” he frowned at you, he took his gun out of the hostler and he put it on the table in front of him. “Tell me why you hate me so much, because I know you do.” He looks up at you and leans back on the couch.

“I-I don't hate you.” you gulped and eyed his gun.

He watched you look back and forth from his gun, “You do. Now are you going to tell me why? Or are you just going to continue to look at the gun, contemplating whether or not you want to pick it up and shoot me right now?” he frowns at you.

“Fine, you wanna know the truth?” you looked at him getting angry at the way he was talking to you, “Yes i do hate you. Why? Because of you, my dad has to live knowing he is killing innocent people because of you. Because you are too much of a pussy to do it yourself so you have other people do your dirty work. You pay him to kill people because of your corrupt gang. You sell drugs to the homeless or middle class people, knowing damn well, they won't be able to pay you back all the money, so you send my dad to ‘finish the job’ as you so kindly put it. Do i have the right to be mad at you, hell mother fucking yeah i do.” 

He chuckled at you shaking his head, “If im such a bad person and i pay your dad to do my dirty work, then how would you have had enough money to pay for that new BMW you drive? Hmm? Because if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have such nice things. I gave your dad an opportunity to make money in his and your time of need. You think i enjoy killing people that owe me shit? You think i just come up with this stuff out of nowhere? No, because at the end of the day, I still have to answer to MY boss. So continue to hate me, but just remember-.” he picks up his gun and stood up, “I will always have control of your dad and if i say jump, he will ask how high. And as for me being a pussy for not doing my own dirty work. Sweetheart, I do my own killings, whether it is behind closed doors or out in public.``He points his gun at a random guy and shoots him. The music stops as everyone screams and runs out of the club. You cover your ears then look at Bucky who is smirking at you. Steve, Bucky and Sam all get up and leave the club by the back door. You sighed as the club was now filled up police as they took the poor innocent man to the hospital. 

… 

You finally made it home after 4am. After that whole thing, you had to stay and help clean up the blood and the whole night club. You walked into the house and saw your dad sitting on the couch, he looked over at you and got up walking over to you, “What the hell is wrong with you?” he frowned as you walked up the stairs to your room and he followed.

“What did I do?” you frowned.

“You made James shoot an innocent person at your job! Why did you have to provoke him?” you walked into your bedroom dropping your bag on your bed.

“I didnt provoke, he asked me a question and I answered it, he knew I would lie so I had to answer it truthfully.” you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

“Just leave him alone y/n! He doesn't like to be provoked! Don't challenge him on anything! God have I taught you nothing!” He walked out of your room and shut the door. You sigh and roll your eyes, getting undressed and getting into bed. You fell asleep quickly as you were so exhausted.

[bunnyscraft]

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[haleyhunwritess]

Hi sweetie!!! I think I already send my request for drabble in Broken promises AU but I don't know if you received it.

Little reader has been feeling really sick in the past days, but she didn't told her daddies because she doesn't want to worry them. So one morning she feels like she's gonna faint, her daddies tries to give her the breakfast, but she doesn't want to eat so they punish her (I was thinking for spanks and let her lock in her room).

But when they were to check on her, she was in the ground unconscious and with vomit in her room.

Am such a fan of a lot a angst and fluff in the end 🙂🥺☺️

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟳 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀)

warnings: soft!dark!stucky x little!reader, dark themes

a/n: hi love!! yes i did get the request you sent, i just didn't have a chance to answer it yet but i decided to have that as the next part for broken promises! i hope you like it <3

Steve walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, when he heard her whining at the table. He just came home after going for a run, which was an hour ago, so he was surprised to see her still at the table with Bucky.

“What’s the matter now?” His tone was harsh, sending shivers down her spine. She hated feeling this way. She wished she could tell them what was wrong but for some reason the words just wouldn't leave her mouth. She only whimpered in response and moved her head in the other direction, letting the spoon of oatmeal hit her cheek once again.

She had been moody and cranky all week. It was confusing to see her act this way. Prior to this week, she'd been trying her best to be good for them. She would also make her bed when she got up. She would try to help Bucky cook dinner sometimes. She would tidy up her room without being told to. She was doing really well. Until she woke up one morning and her throat started to feel a scratchy. She wanted to say something to them but they seemed so busy with work that day, she didn't wanna bother them.

The next day she started to feel even worse. She didn't know how to vocalize how she felt. She wanted to tell them how much her throat hurt, and how her head was spinning. She just couldn't get the words out. Her sickness got worse every day, and so did her behaviour. She was surprised, and a little sad, that they hadn't noticed how sick she was. She wasn't trying to be difficult she just didn't feel well.

“It’s nothing, she’s just being a bit fussy about breakfast that’s all.” Bucky sighed, putting the spoon back in the bowl before handing it over to Steve. He could already hear her whining when he handed the bowl over to Steve.

He knew she didn't want Steve to take over him. Bucky was much more gentle with her than Steve. But she didn't leave him any choice.

“You’ve been nothing but a brat all week," Steve took a seat next to her at the table, then moved her chair closer to him. He picked up the spoon and held up it for her, "You’re gonna eat whatever we made for you or you can have no breakfast at all.”

She quickly turned her head the other way when he tried to force the spoon into her mouth. Steve threw the bowl onto the table, making her flinch. He couldn't take the misbehaviour any longer.

“I guess no breakfast at all it is.” He got up from the table, leaving her alone with Bucky. She could feel the tears already forming in her eyes, as the redness on her cheeks grew even darker. She was embarrassed by her behaviour. She was also starving but she didn't want to eat anything because of how much her throat hurt.

“Just go to your room, doll.” Bucky sighed, getting up from the table as well.

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, they started rolling down her cheeks as she got up and ran upstairs to her room. She started to feel a bit lightheaded as she entered her room. She decided that maybe some sleep will help her feel better.

Steve and Bucky were still downstairs, trying to figure out why she had been acting this way. She was making good progress before she started misbehaving like before. They were worried that maybe Wanda's 'training' had worn off. Steve was worried that maybe they've been a bit too lenient with her behaviour lately. Instead of giving out harsh punishments, they'd been sending her to her room, taking away her devices, or making her go to bed early. Bucky didn't like punishing her the way they did before. He hated the idea of hurting her. Although he did miss her clinginess and neediness after a punishment.

Steve finally convinced him that maybe using 'the box' this one time would help things go back to the way they were. Bucky was a bit skeptical about the idea however he couldn't help but agree that it was worth a shot. He decided he would let Steve deal with that, because he promised he would never hurt like that ever again. This time he intended to keep that promise. He decided he would be there for her after the punishment. He wanted to be there for the aftercare, showering her with his love. Maybe set up a nice bath for her with sweet vanilla-scented candles that she liked so much.

Steve headed upstairs to her room, not bothering to knock before walking in. He looked around her room and noticed how messy her room was. Her clothes were everywhere, her desk had random papers everywhere, and the arts and crafts kit they'd gotten her was all over the floor. Steve tried his best to contain his anger when he noticed that she was asleep. He was about to leave when he saw one of the paint tubes from the art kit was left open. He couldn't hold back any longer when he saw that red paint dripping onto the rug by her bed.

He walked over to her, roughly gripping onto her arm before forcing her to get up. She quickly woke up, whimpering at his tight grip on her arm. He dragged her over to the rug, pointing at it, without saying a word. At first she was confused why he was this angry, then her eyes widened as she noticed the giant stain on the rug.

“I-I didn’t-n“ She tried to come up with an explanation but her throat hurt so much she couldn't get the words out. Aside from the fact that she was sick, she hadn't had anything to drink in a few hours.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Steve looked unimpressed as she stammered nervously. He shook his head and bent down to pick up the tube to stop it from spilling anymore. He knew he was right, the box was the only way for things to go back to the way they were, “I've had enough of this. Go get the box.”

Her eyes widened as soon as he mentioned the box. She hadn't seen it in a while. Not since she started behaving like a good girl. She may have had little slip ups but she made sure to apologize right away, and they would only give her small punishments that in no way harmed her. They knew how afraid she was of the box. There was not a thing in there that didn't make her shiver in fear.

She immediately stepped back, and started to protest but Steve was having none of it, “That’s enough, little girl. You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

She stood there frozen in fear, knowing what was about to happen. Steve rolled his eyes, walking over to the closet to grab the box himself. He swiftly picked her up with one arm, making her yelp and thrash around in his hold with the little energy she had left.

He threw her onto the bed, before putting the box down on the table next to her bed. He easily ripped off her skirt before flipping her over, and letting her lie on her stomach. She prepared herself for his hand to come smacking down any second, but it never did. Instead, she heard the clink of his belt being removed. Suddenly, she felt the belt snap across her and hit her inner thighs. She tried her best to stay quiet, but the second time the belt snapped against her bottom, she couldn't help but cry at the stinging sensation. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, knowing Steve liked to stuff her mouth whenever she made any noise during a punishment. Steve smirked at her attempt to remain quiet as the belt snapped against her again. He put the belt down after the third time, and gently removed her panties, before stuffing them in her mouth. She gagged a bit at the sensation, since she was severely dehydrated and starting to feel dizzy once again. He decided to finally open up the box, taking out some of the special toys that he liked to use. She closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon when she heard the faint buzzing sound coming from the pink object in his hands.

Eventually, Steve that she'd had enough. He picked up the box and put it away before putting his belt back on. He walked over to the door to walk downstairs then noticed her trying to get up, “Don’t come downstairs unless you’re ready to be my good girl again.”

Everything hurt. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire. She spit out the fabric that was still in her mouth, before starting to cough violently. She struggled to get up from her bed, with her head still spinning. She felt like she was about to throw up, but she didn't wanna make a mess in her room again. Especially after how mad Steve had gotten because of the paint mess. She just barely made it to her bathroom before throwing up everything left in her stomach. She weakly reached for the tissues on the counter to wipe her mouth, before falling back asleep on the bathroom floor.

Bucky decided it was a good time to go check up on her, while Steve was in the living room, nursing away a drink after such an intense hour with her.

Bucky entered her room, and walked over to her bed“Baby? Are you asleep?” He was surprised that she wasn't there. He quickly looked around, finding no sign of her, until he realized the bathroom door was open. His face paled when he noticed her passed out on the floor, “Shit, Steve!”

In less than a minute, Steve came running up the stairs,“What happened?”

“I don’t know, I came up here and she was lying down on the floor. I think she got sick or something. What the hell did you do?” Bucky bent down to pick her up from the floor, and brought her over to her bed. He picked up the glass of water on her bedside table, gently splashing her with some of it in an attempt to wake her up.

“I didn’t do this.” Steve mumbled as he sat down next to her, gently shaking her to try to wake her up.

Bucky saw her eyes flickering lightly and he carefully sat her up in his lap, “Hi, sweetheart. Can you open your eyes for me?”

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a bit as the bright light hit them, “There you go, pretty girl. You’re doing great.” Bucky praised her as he tried to get her to drink some of the water. She tried to refuse but he wouldn't budge. She had a few small sips, and noticed her throat was already starting to feel a bit better. She quickly drank the entire glass before handing it back over to Bucky.

“What happened, sweetheart? Are you feeling sick?” Steve gently rubbed her back, feeling guilty about the way he treated her earlier. He knew he was rough with her but that couldn't have caused this. Right?

She coughed a little before mumbling, "Been feeling sick. Sorry didn't tell you." Her throat still hurt quite a bit so she couldn't talk much but at least she was able to tell them what happened.

Steve and Bucky instantly felt guilty as they realized that she had been sick all this time. Bucky knew there had to be another reason she was behaving this way, it wasn't just to gain attention from them. Steve knew he had messed up. He shouldn't have been so rough with his delicate little girl. He should've known she wasn't trying to be bad. The fact that he'd done that to her while she was already feeling ill made his guilt ten times worse.

Bucky put his arms around tightly, wanting to do nothing but make her feel better. She hissed at the burning sensation from the aftermath of Steve's torment, and he quickly apologized, loosening his grip on her, “Don’t worry, doll. Everything is gonna be alright. We’re gonna take care of you.”

Steve grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss before looking up at her with a sad expression on his face, “Why didn’t you tell us, doll? We could’ve helped you.”

“Didn’t wanna bother…” She mumbled, as she felt her cheeks getting redder at all the attention she was getting.

Bucky kissed the side of her head before turning her to look at him,“You never have to worry about that with us, doll. You’re never a bother. You just get some rest, okay?”

She slowly nodded before looking up at him,“Will you cuddle?…”

“Yes, pretty girl.” He smiled at her and helped her lie down carefully, before getting up to grab the lotion for her.

She looked back at Steve, "You too?"

He smiled at her, laying down next to her, “Of course, sweetheart.” Steve was a little surprised she wanted to be around him even after the way he treated her but he didn't want to bring it up. He quietly promised to make it up to her as soon as she got better.

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