Daddy Steve & Baby Bucky

lots and lots and lots of flowers, bucky is such a sappy sucker for red roses

too many deliveries all day long, steve couldn't choose just one arrangement, "love seein' your blush, sugar..."

they just shower each other in gifts, all thoughtful, all throughout the day, small ones that add up

Bucky writes Steve a few poems and they're Steve's favorite gift, he'll eventually get them framed and keep them above his nightstand in their bedroom

they're both late to start their day because of how long they drag out their good morning

"You're makin' it pretty damn hard for me to wanna get outta bed, sugar. Daddy's gotta go to work. Buck. Baby..."

bucky has a class in the morning, but steve is going to take a half day and they're going to meet up for lunch

they miss their lunch reservation after bucky shows up to steve's office with baby pink panties on under his jeans

Daddy makes sure buck's ass is a pretty shade of bright red to match before he gives him thorough kisses where it hurts the most

kisses that turn messier and messier as Daddy gets hungrier and hungrier, ones that buck pouts and hiccups through, ones that make him go from "Hurts, Daddy..." to "Daddy, more..."

"See? Who needs lunch when I got this right here?"

they're out at dinner that night (of course Daddy has a backup plan) when steve gives bucky his new collar, pulls it out of his pocket when he comes up for air, when they're indecently tangled up in one another

it's slim and sparkly and bucky gasps and whines when he sees it draped over steve's thick fingers, "Steve, no! No, you...!"

"Lemme put it on you, lemme see, baby. Been hard sittin' here thinkin' about it all night, c'mere..."

they barely make it out of the restaurant without getting kicked out, bucky's lips and cheeks cherry red as Daddy guides him out to the car with a hand on the nape of his neck, right over those diamonds

bucky floats through the touches, petting, kisses, strokes, thrusts, telling his Daddy he loves him over and over and over again, squealing it as he comes and as Daddy uses him and his body to come

he's still hard as they fall asleep not long after, Daddy's hand wrapped around his dick, no squeezing or pumping, just holding him, and bucky barely gets out another "I love you" before sleep consumes him

3DWD & Bunny Baby

valentine's day would last the whole damn week

you think these two aren't going to take up the perfect excuse to love on each other and run with it?? it's arguably like any other day!

so many gifts, so many surprises, so much love

it's like the honeymoon phase of their relationship all over again and compacted into a week

steve takes bucky on a surprise trip to their lake cabin and when plans are ruined and their boat trip is cancelled because of the rain, steve sets up a little picnic in the living room by the fireplace instead 🥺

they spend the day reading and completing a puzzle which is cute and cozy and so very different from the nasty way they spend the night, edging one another and eating each other out, stopping and going until they're in a frenzy and feeling like they're in Heat/Rut

another night you know damn well bunny dresses up in something wildly slutty for his Daddy, maybe sits him down in a chair, is all "keep your hands to yourself, Big Daddy", before he starts to sway his hips to moody music

steve does anything but keep his hands to himself

there's obviously a dinner out, steve telling bucky to pack an overnight bag

bucky doesn't expect a lavish night in the city being spoiled and doted on and Daddied but he isn't surprised in the slightest that there would be one night where steve would want to serve his bunny

they both insist on no gifts but of course they both don't listen to that nonsense

steve definitely gifts bunny with jewelry, a bracelet or a ring maybe, and a hoodie that is exactly like the one he's always wearing of steve's, "now you have your own, Bun!"

(that's not how that works, Big Daddy...)

bucky definitely gifts steve with something like season tickets for the city's baseball team or maybe hockey team, something steve gets so hyped about, gets so excited to go to games with bucky 🥺

it's a day like any other, just filled with more gifts and a bit of exaggerated displays of affection and love, and maybe a bit more head, hehe

Daddy James & Stevie Baby

i've been getting major bratty stevie vibes this week and all those feelings would surely build as valentine's day gets closer

he'd be all in his head about how james probably thinks he doesn't deserve anything for valentine's day because he's been a brat for the past week

steve doesn't answer james' texts or calls after he leaves for work the day before valentine's day, keeps ignoring every one, reject reject reject, steve's not in the mood to be Daddied

but that's against the rules, preventing communication

and Daddy's about had enough of this little fit

he leaves a voicemail

"I don't know what's' gotten into you, why you're so far in your head, but I'll be home in twenty minutes and you better have a bag packed. We're leaving. If you don't pack it, I will, and most of the time you hate when I choose your outfits. Or you can just go without; I don't care. I love you, even when you're a fuckin' brat like this. I would say 'unbelievable' but...it's you, Steven. Nineteen minutes."

steve packs the most worthless bag ever, just hoodies and shorts and socks, is bratty even as it negatively impacts him directly

and when james comes home, he grabs steve's bag wordlessly, takes him by the hand, and walks back out to the car with him in tow

they're taken to an airport where they get on a private jet

"You gonna talk to me yet?" james asks him after they're in the air and steve continues to pout, just gets out his sketchbook and a gnawed-on pencil

he almost breaks when james puts a plate of snacks in front of him and sneaks a touch, runs his thumb along steve's bottom lip

they touch down in italy

Italy

steve only knows this because the one flight attendant they have announces the time and welcomes them, and when he hears this, he immediately begins to cry

he's never felt shittier in his whole entire life

and normally he'll pout by himself or build those temporary walls up again, but this time it's too much to do alone and he's crying out for his Daddy from where he sits

"My sweet boy, you always forget that I love you like this. Hmm? I love you. I love you always. You get in your head and you keep me out even when you know I accept your bratty ass, when I want it, when I love it. It's what I need. I need you, just like this. I'll never want anything different, anything else..."

words are hard when steve feels vulnerable and raw and little and he clings to james, lets himself be wrapped up and pulled into Daddy's lap, let's himself feel, let's himself be loved

he lets his Daddy spoil him and take him on a surprise trip to Italy is what he does

ten days of being hand fed, of sipping on wine, of sunsets and boat rides and shopping and eating the absolute best food he's ever had

ten days of being madly in love, of being able to reach for james whenever he wants, of spreading his legs and demanding Daddy give him what he wants when he wants it, of having Daddy take what he wants

it's a valentine's day that rejuvenates his soul and their relationship and it's perfect

Senator & Intern

these two are in their feels this year

bucky wakes up to a flower delivery

like...

he wakes up to two dozen roses at his front door, the prettiest pink in color, and he's floored

and then he reads the senator's text

"pink like that pussy I'm gonna bury myself in tonight after I wine and dine you. Be here at 8."

🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

but when bucky gets there the last thing he expects to see is an actual candlelit dinner, wine and candles and a spread of what seem to be finger foods, all impressive and delicious looking

there's even music

"I told you— wine and dine ya..."

and the steve does more than just that

the senator feeds bucky every bite of food, doesn't let him pick up a fork, is gentle yet dominant as he places bits of food on his tongue, asks bucky about his day, his week, his time at school, his time as an intern, refills his glass of wine

it's romantic as fuck

and therefore bucky is flustered as fuck, especially when steve suddenly asks him, "You know I care about you a lot, right Buck?"

he just nods his head, doesn't open his mouth to respond verbally for fear of what might come out after he's had almost a bottle of red and has had his Daddy's fingers in his mouth for over an hour now

"I'm serious. I don't think I've said it in a while, that what we have is special to me. I know things are about to get different, with you graduating soon, and...and I don't want you to feel any sort of uncertainty."

It's so much, it's everything, bucky wants to roll around in the senator's words, in his affection, in the softness he feels

he leans forward and kisses steve, three chaste kisses, the most casual ones they've ever shared, and says, "Thank you, Steve. It means a lot to me too."

“No,” Bucky manages, breath shuddering from his chest, hands scrambling at Steve’s naked backside. “I…you know what I need. Daddy…Daddy knows, Daddy—” 

“Mhmm, there we go,” Steve purrs, kissing Bucky hotly on the mouth before his hands slip down his flushed body to graso at his hips. Bucky’s head swims, his dick aches. It’s been so long since he’s been here, since he’s slipped so quickly into this saccharine headspace that only Daddy can send him to. It feels lovely to spread his legs, feels incredible to have Steve’s tongue glide against his own, feels even better to begin to let go. 

His hands tremble as he delves them up and through Daddy’s hair, as he chases that perfect set of lips. There’s that slight edge of hysteria he feels in his every movement though, that shaky need that digs under is skin almost unpleasantly. Daddy naturally notices right as he does though, so in tune with Bucky’s body and his mind, and he whines when that feeling reaches the base of his neck. Of course Daddy sees this, of course Daddy understands. 

“Shh, shh it’s okay— Daddy’s here. Daddy knows just what you need, just like you said.” 

Bucky feels almost full as those words drip into his ears. The next spread of his legs is accompanied by a set of whimpers so sweet that Daddy coos in response, sucking on the hinge of Bucky’s jaw before he’s suddenly face down in their shared sheets, that grip on his hips moving him easily. Being manhandled so gracefully and with little thought has Bucky’s gut twisting more than pleasantly, has his dick throbbing until it aches. 

He’s dizzy, less from the movement, but more from the headiness of the power exchange, of this man. There are smaller, seemingly miniscule Daddy instances Steve provides him with throughout their shared days, but this, this complete and total exchange of power that leans in more of a physical direction never fails to leave Bucky breathless. 

The hand that wraps tightly around the front of his throat from behind and squeezes locks that thought right into place. 

Daddy doesn’t need to tell Bucky to spread his legs, doesn’t need to tell him to make room for Daddy; his body does that all on its own. His thighs spread on their own accord, his ass tilting back up into the older man, and Steve lets out a chuckle turned purr into his ear. 

“Yeah, your Daddy knows,” Steve whispers hotly into his ear, mouth dragging down his neck, kissing deliciously as he goes. “It’s been a while since we’ve done this, huh? Since you’ve been this sweet underneath me? Fuck, you know I love you in every way, but you sure are special when you go so sweet and silly you can barely speak. Remind me, c’mon.” 

Bucky has learned over the course of their relationship to not be embarrassed by this submissive, intensely sexual side of himself that Steve has pulled out over time. But damn if his cheeks don’t burn beet red nearly every time Steve points it out and lovingly calls attention to it. 

Words are hard, so hard, and the best he can do is mewl as he manages to tuck his arms underneath his chest, to tilt the curve of his ass up into Steve’s much larger body. When he feels the press of Steve’s heavy cock against his ass, between his legs and rubbing against his achy hole, he feels himself reach a mindless level of need.

Of course Daddy knows.

“Yeah, just a sweet boy who’s got needs, who wants his Daddy to make him feel better,” Steve murmurs into the air between them, gruff and knowing. There’s a click of a familiar bottle, Bucky panting into the sheets beneath him in response to that single noise. He expects fingers, expects Daddy to prep him, is pulling every ounce of patience forward to not be needy, to not snap at his Daddy and tell him he doesn’t need it, when the fat tip of Steve’s cock presses against his hole instead. 

Bucky’s head spins. He scrambles to push his forearms against the bed, to curl the upper half of his body back into the older man as he slurs out a needy, “Yes,”, but Steve is there to keep him in check with a hand on the back of his neck and a sharp noise as he leans down and drapes himself across Bucky’s back. 

Bucky sobs.

“Daddy.”

“I know,” Steve reminds him quickly yet patiently, “I know you wanna feel, want Daddy to squeeze his way into this tight little boy pussy to turn that brain right off. Hush now, no more begging.”

No, Bucky can’t hush, can’t possibly close his mouth when he so badly needs Daddy to know how perfect he is, how much Bucky loves him. He thinks he whispers this and then he thinks he hears himself chanting it, repeating it nonsensically into the mattress. Steve’s arm slips under and around Bucky’s throat to make his words less muffled, Steve’s mouth at his ear providing gentle and encouraging noises. 

Bucky wonders how he ever walked this earth without Steve. He wonders how he ever woke up each morning without Steve’s comfort, without his presence in Bucky’s life. He barely remembers who he was before Steve, the shell of the person he had become, and that’s alright; he doesn’t want to remember. He wants this, wants his partner knowing him inside and out, wants the love of his life aware of what his needs and wants are because they’ve become intrinsically wrapped into Steve’s own life.

He wants his Daddy, needs him. 

“You’ve got me, sugar. Come on— let Daddy in.” 

It’s no easy feat taking Steve’s cock without prep, this Bucky knows. Even with the frequency of their sex life, how often they’re intimate, Steve is girthy, Steve is long. He’s perfect, but he’s big. That initial stretch, that first moment of penetration, cages Bucky’s breaths up in his chest, knocks the last of his brain power blessedly loose. No more thoughts but Daddy: no more stress from the week, no more tense limbs and shoulders, no more worries or anxiety— nothing but Daddy. 

“There ya go, that’s my boy. There he is,” Steve pants into Bucky’s ear, sucking on the skin behind it, feeling the fight leave Bucky’s system at last. A hand on his ass keeping him spread, the other wrapped tightly around the curve of his shoulder, Steve is slow to breach Bucky’s body, always so careful. He inches in steadily, knows that Bucky likes it best when Steve doesn’t stop, when he powers on and fucks him full. 

Even when those caged breaths turn into breathy whimpers, when Bucky lets out almost mournful noises, Daddy keeps going, keeps slipping his cock deeper into his ass. Bucky feels like an exposed wire, volatile and fragile, the ache between his legs growing and growing as each second with Steve inside of him passes. His dick is full, presses into the sheets with more and more force until Steve’s hips meet the curve of his ass, until he’s purring into the hinge of Bucky’s jaw.

“Fuck, sugar— Christ. So good, so good. That’s my fuckin’ boy, my good fuckin’ boy.” 

God. 

He’s so full. With each breath that shakes loose from his ribs, he feels Steve stretch him out further, feels his body do its best to adjust. He isn’t sure how long they lay there, how long he spends clenching and adjusting around Steve, but he loves it, loves it, tears up with the relief of such an ache within being soothed. With Daddy’s meaty thighs spread around his own, with his heavy sac splayed against Bucky’s smaller one, he lets his eyes fall closed with a mewl. His mewl quickly grows, both in pitch and neediness, when one of Steve’s hands delves up and through his hair, when Daddy tests the tightness of his pussy out with a few rolls of his lower body.

“Daddy…Daddy.” 

Bucky is going to come. He knew from the moment Steve’s cock caught on his rim and was guided forward, but as Daddy rolls his hips gently and erotically, pressing Bucky further into the mattress while holding a fistful of his hair, coming prematurely becomes crystal clear. 

He spends a few seconds thinking about whether or not he should tell Daddy he’s going to come soon, but as his eyes remain closed and as Daddy pulls his cock back with a thick groan, he knows Steve is already aware. Of course he is. 

“You listen to your body, baby,” Steve murmurs into his temple, driving his length back where it belongs, back deep inside of Bucky’s ass. “You need’ta come now, do it. Daddy’s gonna get his either way. And you know I’ll get you there again, you know Daddy’ll take care’a you. Whatever you want, whatever you need— it’s my job, sugar. Mine.” 

Four more pumps of Daddy’s hips, of that perfect fucking cock digging into his sweet spot, and Bucky is coming, shattering. 

Bliss, pleasure, relief— his climax is everything he has needed for weeks wrapped up in a long moan, squirm after attempted squirm under his Daddy’s big body, and a slurred exclamation of, “Oh my god, yes…!”. Steve doesn’t slow his thrusts, this sensual roll of his hips, much to Bucky’s delight. In fact, he pulls back further, harsher, begins to fuck Bucky in full, which draws Bucky’s orgasm out, making a hot, sticky mess in the sheets. 

Bucky’s head spins yet feels as light as a feather. He feels hard between his legs still, the pound of Steve’s hips against his backside pressing him deeper and deeper into the mattress. Bucky can feel it then, Daddy’s own need, the way these past few weeks without this has built up within his Daddy too. Steve sounds less in control than normal: his breaths unrestrained and heavy in Bucky’s ear, the drag of his cock pointed and harsh, the tight grip he has around Bucky’s neck. 

It makes the ache in Bucky’s groin grow, build, the tremors and waves of his orgasm subsiding but not in full. It makes a somewhat similar ache form in his chest.

He wants Daddy to come. 

He wants Daddy to use him for everything he’s worth, to feel the stretch and girth of him for days, wants to sit and walk and feel Daddy. He wants to sit across from Steve later at dinner feeling him, wants to look at him and for the both of them to know his Daddy fucked his pussy raw and bare and without prep, that each wiggle in his seat belongs to his Daddy. 

This is his purpose, to provide this form of pleasure and relief for his Daddy. He’s Daddy’s hole, he is, not anyone else. He’s warm and wet and tight and perfect for Daddy, that’s what he’s told almost every day, what he’s been convinced of over time.

He deserves his Daddy’s come. 

“I wan’it,” he cries, pressing sloppily back into Steve’s thrusts to the best of his ability, which is weak at best. Even if he had more fire in his bones, more strength in his system, he’d struggle to meet Daddy even halfway. Bucky can feel Steve’s purr against the line of his back, even through the reverberating and lewd smack of skin on skin.

“You want what, sugar?” 

Bucky’s whine is nasally and pathetic. 

“Want your come, want…want Daddy to come in my pussy.” 

Steve’s cock digs in sloppily, the walls of Bucky’s tight ass accepting him hungrily with every slide and stroke, the bite of pain adding to the headiness of pleasure. They sound like a porno, the wet and purely sexual noises of Bucky’s lubed-up pussy deafening, the sound of their shared groans and whimpers sending heat up Bucky’s spine.

“Daddy gives you everything you want, doesn’t he, sugar?”

Bucky confirms Steve’s statement with a guttural moan.

“And Daddy’ll keep givin’ you what you want, won’t he? You keep lettin’ him use this tight…tight fuckin’ pussy and he’ll keep givin’ you whatever you want.” 

It’s surface level, this statement that makes it sound like their relationship is transactional in a sexual nature, but Bucky knows better. He knows that he and Steve are obsessed with one another and deeply in love, that no one respects him more than Steve. That doesn’t stop him from being far too hot for Steve making it sound like he gets to fuck Bucky and give him things for it in return. 

“Use it, use it,” he hears himself begin to repeat nonsensically, his groin twisting delightfully, his voice hoarse with such obvious blissed out pleasure. To his utter delight, Steve does, tearing himself away from Bucky’s back, sitting up, and riding him into the mattress. Using him. Fucking him. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky. I’m gonna come…!”

“Please, Daddy! Yes, yes, yes—”

They come together this time, Bucky’s fingers curling into the sheets underneath him, Steve’s curling around Bucky’s nape. His shouts are met with guttural, basement deep groans, each wave of pleasure feeling as it rolls off of Bucky and onto Steve and vice versa. Coming together intensifies Bucky’s climax, experiencing such ecstasy with his Daddy bringing tears to his eyes as it’s coupled with the overstimulation of coming again and so quickly after the first time. 

If Bucky thought he was lost in his head before this point, he was wrong. He now feels as if he’s barely tethered to the earth. His chest is warm, his limbs are warm, his pussy is warm. His Daddy’s big body is the only thing keeping him present, the way he presses down into him, sprawls along his backside. Steve is panting and praising, voice melodic as he tells Bucky he’s perfect, that he always knows how to please his Daddy, that Bucky is “so fucking good”. 

“I love you,” Steve sighs against his cheek, again against the skin of his neck. Bucky knows this, feels this every day. He feels it in the way Steve holds him, the way he speaks to him, the way he cares for him. The way he fucks him. He knows Steve loves him and he tells him this, voice small and hushed. 

“Love you…”