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how it really is:

Peter starts paying more attention to it, to the way the blade glints in the light and how Bucky seems to manage it almost absent-mindedly. His hands are so skilled and Peter starts to wonder what else Bucky's hands can do.

The beginnings of a new kink or two start to grow in Peter. His heart skips a beat and he sucks in a breath whenever he sees Bucky holding a knife. He starts to wonder how it would feel to have the blade trail along his skin, to have Bucky's fingers follow close behind.

Peter's fantasies become deliciously dangerous. He isn't confident enough to try using a knife on himself, so he just closes his eyes and pretends. His nails scrape along his skin and he shivers as he imagines Bucky touching him, Bucky teasing him with his knives, Bucky taking his time to explore and touch wherever he wants.

It becomes so obvious. Peter's blush every time Bucky has a knife out isn't lost on the older man. He starts to do it more often - casually flipping a knife whenever Peter is nearby. He takes to sharpening them in the same room as the younger boy and he sees the way Peter shivers with every scrape of the blade across the whetstone.

"So," Bucky casually starts one day when they're alone in the same room. "Knives?" He glances up at Peter as he flips a knife in his hand. Peter swallows as his eyes go wide and cheeks blush even darker. All he can manage is a mute nod.

Bucky smirks as he stands and walks over. He leans in close to Peter and taps the tip of his knife under the boy's chin. Peter lets out a high whine, unable to speak.

"Oh, you're gonna be real fun to play with," Bucky murmurs, voice deep and confident. The competency Bucky has when it comes to handling knives has Peter squirming in his seat.

Bucky trails the pointed blade down from Peter's chin, along his neck. Peter knows that one wrong move would kill him, and it sends a bolt of arousal through him.

"My room. Now." Bucky straightens up and walks off, not even glancing back to see if Peter follows.

Peter is frozen in place for a moment before he suddenly leaps up and runs after Bucky. He is far too eager, far too willing. But he trusts Bucky.

Black student: [unintelligible—and then]  …and then throwing everything away beneath it because it doesn’t pertain to you. I’m sorry —

White teacher: —you know what, I’m sorry -I’m sorry…

Black student: —No, no, no…I let you talk -I let you talk, you’re gonna let me talk.

[Other students gasps]

White student: Go ahead. Finish.

Black student: I’m sorry that this is the way that it is. You’re right, it is fucked up. But white people control everything…and that’s not fair. And when anybody, any other minority tries to say anything about it or change it, we’re complaining or we’re ungrateful or all this other stuff because we still have this or that. But then you say something about ‘Oh, I don’t want—there’s too many Latinos and there’s too many—’

White teacher: I didn’t say that—

[Various students disagree]

White teacher: I said I want to control the border!

Black student: You said you don’t want this to turn into a Latin country because there’ll be too many 

White teacher: I did not say that.

[Various students disagree]

Student 2: You said you want to preserve the American culture.

Black student: There is no American culture. American culture is EVERYTHING.

[Various students agree]

Random: Mayonnaise!

[Students laugh]

Black student: And because you are white and so closed-minded, you refuse to accept that, you refuse to accept—

White teacher: Don’t tell me I’m closed-minded—

Black student: Everything you’ve said to me is closed-minded.

White teacher: Just because I don’t agree with you doesn’t mean I’m closed-minded.

Black student: You don’t need to agree—I -I’ve had conversations with people that don’t agree with me, but if they at least listen and try to accept—you’re not accepting the truth.

White teacher: Why do I have to accept what you think is right?

Black student: You need to accept the truth! Not what I think is right, what is actually happening right—

White teacher: Well, let me tell you what I think. You said white people have been in control of everything….who is the president of the United States right now?!

Students: A black man!

*Various sounds of incredulity*

Black student: WITH A WHITE CONGRESS! WITH A WHITE SENATE! WITH WHITE EVERYTHING ELSE! HE DOESN’T HAVE THE CONTROL OF EVERYTHING!

Random: GO OFF 

Other Random: GO OFF–

*The class is in an uproar*

Random student: YOU ARE SO PRIVILEGED THAT YOU JUST DON’T SEE IT!

White teacher: Do we have to yell?!

Ugh, nonnie wow okay so this happens to me all the time and it’s always out of nowhere and I can’t control it lmao. I can see this happening in three settings: during sex, while he’s drunk, and when he’s overwhelmed. We will be discussing the “during sex” occurrence because it’s the one that my mind ran with and I’m terribly sorry it isn’t super super soft like you had implied even though! That is entirely and realistically possible. 

Idk if you’ve ever experienced this but there have been a few times where I’ve gotten the dick so damn good that I just burst into hysterical tears?? I feel like this could happen when Bucky is in such a predicament and Steve is giving it to him super thoroughly, especially in the beginning of their relationship when he isn’t used to such intense experiences. 

Bucky would feel like Steve’s everywhere, elbows planted on either side of Bucky’s head, overwhelmed in every possible way. He’s never felt this way and Steve always does this to him, lovingly rips him apart but patches him back up and repeat. His noises can’t stop getting caught in his throat and then his breath hitches and he chokes on it and--

He starts crying. 

And Steve immediately stops, is so gravely concerned, but Bucky is nodding and shaking his head frantically, sobbing out, “Green, green!” to make sure Steve keeps fucking going. He’s a blubbering mess, is so hard he hurts, can’t stop hiccuping and wailing out how much he loves Steve, that someone can see him to his core and make him feel so safe and loved. His hands, fingers, dig into Daddy’s ass hard, Bucky entirely unconcerned about leaving marks behind. 

Steve fucks into him harder, renewed energy, is cooing and making noises that are much softer than the way his hips are smacking against the underside of his ass. All, “Baby, oh Buck why you cryin’, huh? Daddy’s cock takin’ you apart that well? Look at’chu weepin’, sugar shit shouldn’t make me hot but it is, makes me feel like a bad man.” 

Bucky tends to draw tight like a bowstring when he comes, can barely breathe, arches his back, tilts his neck and...explodes. But this orgasm has him damn near thrashing under his Daddy, has him tugging at Steve’s hair, pushing at his ass, sobbing into his shoulder. But Daddy makes him pull his head back, makes Bucky look in his eyes as he comes, cries right into Daddy’s mouth as he comes entirely untouched. 

He doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, his ears ringing, his vision blurry, but Daddy’s noises are rumbly and yummy and he keeps telling Bucky how perfect and sweet he is and how much Daddy loves him too. And even after Steve comes Bucky is still shaken up, still sniffling and won’t let Daddy go. He feels so vulnerable, so fragile, but so fucking in love. And he keeps mumbling that into Steve’s shoulder where he’s tucked, keeps saying Daddy, and it’s scary in this moment too! Shocked by his love and commitment and this visceral intense feeling of sheer love. 

Rating: Explicit  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes Summary: Word Count: 4.2K Tags: Drinking, Light Dom/Sub, Feminization, Dirty Talk (mentions of rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, blowjobs), Established Relationship, Voyeurism, Teasing, Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Size Kink, Sex Toys A/N: Hi! An Ask got away from me and here we are. The ask said, “omg omg ms. doyousleep I just saw the cutest challenge that reminded me of bb buck and steve 🥺 basically the couple drinks a shit ton of wine and the first person to touch the other person has to give them head LMFAO I would die if u wrote this”. I felt something and ran with it and it’s fucking filthy. I would love all the feedback. Let me know if you want a follow-up. Love you bunches, enjoy!

Surprisingly, Bucky was doing really well, all things considered. For once the wine was on his side, wasn’t making him want to act on his indecently horny thoughts. It did make him warm all over though, which leads to him leaning his head back onto the couch cushion behind his head, which then leads him to stretching his torso out with a small noise. Steve’s eyes are on the peek of tummy that the movement put on display immediately. Bucky doesn’t do anything to cover it up. That isn’t the point of this game. 

Okay so first things first—I answered the proposal as a response to an Ask. I have absolutely no intention  to write out or include Bucky and Steve getting engaged or getting married in my series unless I have a dramatic change of heart. Just like the piece of angst I wrote a while back (Angstgate 2020) that Ask was something that was not intended to be e genuine inclusion in the plot of these two.

That being said, your question is still super valid.

I think Steve’s side of this would be much easier to address. The only family he has is his mama and she is incredibly loving and only wants the best for Steve. The best turns out to be Bucky through and through and she realizes this the first time she meets Bucky. I’d like to think they see her often and that sometimes Bucky may even spend some time with her alone, maybe grabbing lunch or some shopping with Nat. Steve’s mother would adore Bucky.

Now, Bucky’s side of this is much more complicated. He is dating someone a decade older than him. On this flip side of things that is questionably suspicious and it questions intentions on both ends. He still has hiss big fam, his mom and dad and sisters, and Becca is the first to meet him. Unfortunately, this happens when Steve is drugged up post dentist visit (y’all remember that?) and Becca learns more than she wanted to. But she also learns right away that Steve is devastatingly in love with her brother and her perceptions of Steve were wrong from get-go.

I bet after Becca meets Steve and spends that weekend with the two of them, they hit it off right away. Can you imagine how much of a relief that is for Bucky? An indescribable weight lifted off of his shoulders and a great feeling of love. He hates that he’s waited so long to introduce Steve to his family (granted they live in Indiana so it’s not like they’ve had a ton of chances) and has spent so much time crying and apologizing to Steve because he has no intentions of hiding him from the most important people in his life.

There’s definitely a time when Bucky’s parents meet him and it’s definitely tense. How could it not naturally be so? I think Bucky’s parents are incredibly supportive but I feel like they’d be concerned on the inside about the nature of their relationship. They wouldn’t be aggressive in any way, no “what is your intention with my son” kind of shit, but they’d be curious. Steve and his parents would find a common ground on sports, cooking, and travel and once they all got to talking it’s clear from the get-go that Steve’s a pretty incredible guy.

“I’m so sorry we ever doubted you, baby,” Winnie would say to Bucky as she held his hand to the car, a few steps back from Steve and George, “He treats you right and I don’t even have to ask you to be sure. I can tell he loves you in every way, Buck. You love him?”

“I love him so much, mom.”

“I know you do. I’m so happy for you, sweetheart,” and there’s a lull in the conversation before his mother squeezes his hand and whispers in a rush, “And goodness, Buck I don’t think you could’ve picked a more handsome man, good gracious.”

“Mom!”

“Bear, I’m just stating fact. Look at him! If I were any younger and, bless his heart, your father wasn’t with us I’d—”

“Stop!”

So, yeah. I think things would be rocky, but I think that’d be natural honestly. They’d get through it and it would feel incredible for the two of them to share the most important person with their family. There’s something about Steve being able to see Bucky and his mother come home from spending the day shopping and drinking, flushed cheeks and giggles. There’s something about Bucky being able to see Steve part of the group gathered around the kitchen island at Thanksgiving with a baby cousin on his hip as he tries to use both hands to talk animatedly with Bucky’s father and brother-in-law.

Ask and ye shall receive...even if it is months later i’msosorryily. 😘

“Bucky…baby you gotta be quiet, sugar quiet.”

Steve’s voice is hot in his ear, so low he can barely register it, but Bucky wants to roll around and wallow in that voice. It’s like honey, it’s like syrup, like dark chocolate. Steve could read off a recipe or make his way through a phonebook and Bucky would probably have to fight against the urge to touch himself and get off to it.

That’s actually not an awful idea, his red-wine riddled brain suggests, listening entirely to his dick at the worst possible moment.

“Steve, Steve I can’t…feels too good, so fuckin’ deep,” Bucky whines into the unfamiliar comforter as quietly as he can manage, still far too loud for Steve’s liking, but the older man is groaning into his shoulder from behind, rolling and pressing his hips and therefore his cock tight into Bucky’s straining hole. He’s going to be sore tomorrow, knows he’s going to be that perfect pink and puffy yet intact and safe that Daddy loves. “Love seein’ that greedy thing all sated and happy, sugar,” Steve has told him before and he’s sure he’ll tell Bucky tomorrow too.

“Yeah, I am fuckin’ hell, sugar. Doesn’t even feel like we fucked this morning, such a tight little pussy,” Steve breathes into his ear, his lips grazing against the shell of it when he says the word pussy. It makes Bucky need to roll his neck to one side to prevent a full-body shiver, but then Steve’s lips are on said neck and his cock is heavy in his ass and he’s pressing Bucky bodily into one of Tony and Pepper’s guest beds and he’s almost certain there will be marks on the sheets and—

“Bucky.”

He’s supposed to be quiet but he can’t, is genuinely finding it difficult to close his mouth, and honestly Steve should be taking this as a compliment. He knows he’s on thin ice so he pulls out a sweet, “Daddy…” in response arches his back to deepen it’s curve, and Steve groans heartily.

“Thank you for the suggestion, baby,” is what he thinks Steve says but then the older man is lifting himself off of Bucky’s back, hips still pressed against his ass tight, thank fuck. His fingers are on Bucky’s hips now, at the bows of his panties (if the strings and sheer fabric that are pulled tight over Bucky’s dick count as any kind of undergarment). Their movements are limited seeing as every piece of clothing is still on their body, which is why Bucky makes a startled noise when the panties that were originally pulled to the side are now pulled out of his jeans and clean off his body with a few good tugs.

“Steve!” he whisper-shouts, tries really fucking hard to not make it a moan but that’s impossible when Steve starts rolling his hips again, resumes fucking in and out of Bucky’s ass and taking the air right out of his lungs. Steve pushes him down with a forceful hand on the middle of his back, closing the small distance he has left between him and the mattress, and when his now-bare dick meets the soft bedding he almost squeals.

Almost.

Because Steve is now bent back over him, consumes and engulfs his smaller form, brings a hand around to Bucky’s chin. The fingers are more than tight, are forceful, and Bucky does his honest best to keep up and pay attention but it’s so hard when Daddy is practically riding Bucky into the bed. The thumb on his lips ends up in his mouth, hooks down onto his bottom set of teeth and pulls.

And then there are panties in his mouth.

His own panties in his own mouth.

Steve is cooing in his ear, reminding him he was supposed to stay quiet but—

“Now look what we have to do, sugar. The very panties you’ve been teasin’ me with all night are in your mouth ‘cause you’re feelin’ extra slutty and can’t keep it shut,” and the last word is more than a little gritty in his ear, said with a bit of a bite and a shove, the soft fabric of the panties resting heavily on his tongue. He realizes with a moan, a much more muffled one now, that both of his hole are filled, and Daddy was right—he’s feeling extra slutty tonight.

His gut is like lava and he’s sure his dick is leaking, about to burst, but he let’s Steve fuck into him harder and gather a leftover string of his panties and push it between his lips with a warm noise. He can’t make any decent noise now, all garbled and weak, mouth full of fabric, of his own panties.

Steve’s hand strokes down the front of his neck, lips pursing on the hinge of his jaw.

“How’s your pussy taste, honey?” Steve purrs into his ear and Bucky goes cross-eyed; He isn’t really sure if Steve has ever said anything hotter. He sobs behind the cloth, inadvertently sucks on it as he tries to catch his breath, Daddy’s cock dragging over his sweet spot over and over and over and over—

“Try not to make those any more wet than they already were, sugar,” Steve condescendingly suggests with a harsh pat on the cheek followed by a press of his teeth into the opposite cheekbone, “Gonna have to use those to clean this pussy up once I make it all messy.”

Bucky knows Daddy will make it all messy, knows he’ll stick true to his word and pull the panties from his mouth and clean up the mess between his cheeks...

Read this and immediately had to respond and that doesn’t happen often. Maybe it was my urge to write phone sex. Close enough...😘😘😘

Bucky just wanted to cheer Steve up is all. He hadn’t anticipated on having to go into work on Saturday, but Bucky’s heart sunk a little when he got a call bright and early that morning, far too early on a day when the two of them were supposed to enjoy waking up slowly and wrapped up in each other.

“I’m sorry, Buck. I’ll make it up to you. Hopefully I can get back home early.”

Bucky tried not to sound too disappointed because that would only make Steve even more upset at their changed plans and that’s the last thing Bucky wanted. He found himself putting on a happy face and giving Steve one extra kiss goodbye, vibrating with some extra energy at having slipped something special into Steve’s messenger bag while he quickly showered.

Bucky knew it was only a matter of time until Steve found the surprise, but he also knew that Steve was going to be incredibly busy. It wasn’t like he had placed the surprise right where anyone could see it; Steve would have to look a little or grab for a pen in order to find it and Bucky really thinks—

His phone rings.

He’s on the couch and it’s well passed lunchtime, the hopes of Steve coming home at a decent hour dwindling away by the minute. He doesn’t even pause the show he’s watching before answering his phone with a shaky hand.

“Hello?” He tries to sound like he isn’t about to vibrate off the couch. He’s met with silence, just a few seconds of it, can hear Steve breathing on the other end.

“Bucky?” Bucky doesn’t even try to feign complete innocence.

“Yes, Daddy?” he draws out and murmurs back in a tone that gives him away immediately, even if Steve had anticipated on Bucky trying to play coy. Bucky has to bite his lip to prevent a giggle from bursting through his lips.

“I’m not even going to ask you if you know why I’m callin’ you, sugar,” Steve explains, and he does so in a voice that sends a thrill down Bucky’s spine. It’s hushed and strained and so very Daddy of Steve. Bucky licks his lips.

“You wanna tell me why, when I went to reach for one of my folders…I pulled out a pair of your underwear instead?”

Bucky hadn’t anticipated this. He hadn’t anticipated the way every word sounds rolling out of Steve’s mouth and into his ear, hadn’t anticipated the way he feels his dick chub up in his shorts. He knew it was a playful move, but he immediately realizes he hadn’t thought about how sexy of one it was. Steve makes a small noise.

“Not…not just ‘underwear’ either, let’s be clear. You put…a pair of your panties in my work bag, Buck?” Hearing the act said out loud was also something he hadn’t expected to make him hot all over.

“I…I wanted to give you a little something to make your day better,” and as soon as the words are out of his mouth Steve is groaning lowly into the phone. It’s a startling noise, one that automatically has Bucky letting out his own whimper of a noise.

“These aren’t clean,” and Steve says it like he knows it and Bucky most definitely does not want to think about how Steve knows that, “Are they, baby?” He doesn’t want to answer that but knows it takes away from the surprise of the day, knows that is something a good boy wouldn’t do.

“N…n-no, Daddy. They’re…not clean.”

“Oh, honey—you put a pair of your dirty panties in Daddy’s work bag?”

It’s Bucky’s turn to groan into the phone and the noise is loud, right from the back of his throat, turns into a whine he lets out through his nose. His head drops back a little too, his neck going weak from hearing such filthy words come out of Daddy’s mouth. Bucky’s half-hard dick twitches in his shorts.

“Answer me, Bucky. Say it,” and Bucky’s cheeks flare red at the unwavering command.

“I put a pair of my…of my dirty panties in your w-work bag, Daddy…” Bucky can hear the squeak of Steve’s desk chair, wants to marinate in the sound of Steve bitten-off curses. He brings his hand down to the front of his shorts, gives his dick a good squeeze, an even better tug, and when he spreads his legs some he wishes Daddy were there to settle between them.

“You’re a filthy fuckin’ boy, Bucky Barnes. You know that? Say that too, say it,” and Bucky’s whimpering yet again, knows that Daddy’s breathy pushy voice means he’s either touching himself or he really really wants to be. Bucky responds without a moment’s hesitation.

“I’m a filthy fuckin’ boy, Daddy. Ohh,” Bucky all but moans out, unoccupied hand still rubbing at his erection through his shorts, and Steve all but shouts.

“God, I can’t believe you. How am I supposed to stay here now, huh? I’m not gonna get a single goddamn thing done now, baby. Thinkin’ of you…of you wearin’ these pretty, frilly, blue panties, of how delicious your ass looks in them, of how much I wanna fuck that pretty ass—”

“Daddy!”

“—oh, baby wanna stuff you full until you’re just drippin’, until you beg me to stop, until you’re squealin’, fuck.”

Bucky’s panting into the phone, just three sentences of Steve’s words getting him as hard as a rock, an easy slut.

“Just…just wanted to give you something to look forward to, Daddy,” Bucky tries to explain in a small voice, forcing his hand away from his dick for fear of him blowing his load right there on the couch. There are a few beats of silence before there’s movement on the other line.

“I’m coming home,” Bucky let’s out a desperate little whimper in response to those words alone, “I’m leaving now and I want you face down, ass up on the bed and I want you to think about exactly what I’m gonna be thinkin’ about my whole ride home—Should I make you wear these panties just so you can cream ‘em all up again or should I shove ‘em in your mouth while I take what’s mine and show you just what I think about this little stunt?”

Bucky goes cross-eyed, thinks he mumbles out, “Fuck, Daddy ohh,” but who the hell knows.

“Get goin’, sugar. You’ve got ten minutes—use it wisely.”