ā” K | she/her | pansexual | 30s | lover and writer of all things Daddy related ā”
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just finished SK8 The Infinity and somehow itās rated 12+ BUT SOMEHOW this was the GAYEST thing Iāve ever seen!!!!! holy shit I loved it ššš¹š¤¤
been thinking thinking thinking about a Stucky situation where one was the otherās āStepdadā figure at some point and then Mom and him broke things off, but then they reconnect like 15 years later andā¦š
could be Stepdaddy Steve whoās been lowkey keeping up with (stalking) Bucky over the years because heās an angel and heās obsessed
could be Stepdaddy Buck that comes across a Bratty Steve for the first time since the night he left and itās obvious Steve needs some guidance
Can I just say, on this memorial day weekend, I think the ONLY man on earth who enjoys being woken up by the sound of a lawn mower revving is (bunny) Bucky Barnes 'cause it means he knows he can lounge (naked) in bed for another 30 minutes before being fucking mauled by a sweaty, already sun-hot, Daddy who just needs him.
The sweatier, the smellier, the better š®āšØš¤Ŗ That Bunny would be ready to bounce. Daddy all tan (in May??) and big and hairy and shiny from all of his sweat, all with that added edge of energy he gets when he does something for the house, some Provider shit. š¤¤
Bunny would pout and throw a terribly fake fit about being woken up early, but heād be gasping to give his Daddy whatever it is he wanted.
Can I just say, on this memorial day weekend, I think the ONLY man on earth who enjoys being woken up by the sound of a lawn mower revving is (bunny) Bucky Barnes 'cause it means he knows he can lounge (naked) in bed for another 30 minutes before being fucking mauled by a sweaty, already sun-hot, Daddy who just needs him.
The sweatier, the smellier, the better š®āšØš¤Ŗ That Bunny would be ready to bounce. Daddy all tan (in May??) and big and hairy and shiny from all of his sweat, all with that added edge of energy he gets when he does something for the house, some Provider shit. š¤¤
Bunny would pout and throw a terribly fake fit about being woken up early, but heād be gasping to give his Daddy whatever it is he wanted.
the worst part is steve rogers WOULDNāT. he wouldnāt leave sam with the responsibility of the shield without being there to support him. he wouldnāt go back to a woman who died of old age, had her own life and told him to move on. he wouldnāt have ever, not even once, considered leaving bucky ā aka his entire world wrapped up in one person ā alone, especially after just getting him back. and he wouldnāt have decided that heād fought the good fight enough and retire in suburbia in the decade epitomes for traditional values aka an antitheses to everything he stood for. the real steve rogers would legitimately hate the man marvel put on the screen in endgame. and yet. and yet
I deadass think steve rogers ending was character assassination and conservative rhetoric (send the progressive man back to the decade epitomes with traditional values for a white picket fence life) but it was also just cruel to steve and bucky. āoh ur just mad ur ship didnāt go canonā no im mad the friendship that was the most important thing in both of their lives was tossed aside and the audience was gaslit into believing it didnāt matter despite three films proving otherwise. steve dropped the shield twice for bucky and would have died rather than live in a world where bucky didnāt remember him. bucky broke thru 70 years of brainwashing at the sound of steveās voice. their catchphrase was essentially ātil death do we partā. the fuck
have not been able to stop thinking aboutā¦Daddy James letting Natasha step into their relationship when itās obvious Steve needs a Mommy šš¹š®āšØš¤¤š¤
James in over his head with an overstimulated, sleep-deprived bratty Steve who wonāt listen to anything he has to say and only wants to fight his every word.
Heās brought his baby to work with him but heās regret the decision ever since they walked out their front door that morning and into the dreary, stormy street. Itās tense between the two of them, and regretfully so, but James canāt calm down enough to effectively Daddy the way he should.
Natasha walks into Jamesās office seconds before he makes the final decision to call for a car to send Steve home.
āWhatās his problem?ā she asks with a head tilt towards Steve sulking on the couch, tone hushed and husky as she sits down across from James at his desk. He shrugs his shoulders, running his hand through his hair. He switches to Russian when he replies.
āIāve got no fucking idea. He chose violence this morning. Canāt do anything to calm him down; he wants nothing to do with me.ā
Natasha hums thoughtfully, but the tone of support shifts when he catches her smirk.
āWhat?ā he snaps, a bark of a noise.
She rolls her eyes. āYouāre so dense sometimes. Why are you always wanting a fight, James? You have nothing more to prove with this one.ā
She turns her head towards Steve then, her chin-length hair bouncing with the quick movement. The snap of her fingers is sharp, almost as much as her voice is.
James nearly stops breathing when Steve rises without a fight, damn near floating across the office. When he stops to stand next to Natashaās chair and looks down at her expectantly, she points a perfectly manicured finger down towards the floor in front of her.
āCome down here.ā
James does in fact stop breathing then, when Steve all but crumples to the ground without hesitation.
Whatā¦?
His heart seizes in his chest with the obviousness of Steveās exhaustion, the way it lies heavy across his shoulders and in the furrow of his brow. His own hoodie on Steveās form swallows him whole, his normal broadness and sinew lost underneath his Daddyās hoodie.
His heart seizes, yes, but his cock brings to fill out as well.
He is but a Daddy, a Dom, a man.
He considers stepping in though, considers telling Natasha sheās out of line intervening in such a personal way, but heās desperate at this point.
And thereās no denying thereās something else here James canāt quite interpret that has him leaning forward in his seat, something new and already addicting.
When Natasha reaches for Steveās chin and curls her slim fingers around it, James goes from twitching to traitorously hard in his pants.
āWhat is wrong?ā
James can see the heaviness of Steveās eyelids from here, can see the way he falls into her touch as if desperate for it.
āNothing,ā he tries, and James canāt help but scoff from where he sits. Natashaās glare is as cold as ice.
She squeezes at his chin, shaking it once. āDonāt lie to me. Anyone with eyes can see that you donāt feel well. Anyone with ears within a two mile radius knows youāve been fighting with James all day. Now, tell me whatās wrong.ā
Steve shuffles forward on his knees with a soft noise, shocking both Natasha and James when his shuffling leads him kneeled between Natashaās spread thighs.
Oh.
Natashaās eyes are on Jamesās immediately, seeking silent permission to continue.
Jamesās heart pounds against his chest.
Heās quick to tip his chin.
Natashaās fingers are in Steveās hair the next second, long pointed nails scratching at his honey-colored hair, his tender scalp.
Steve moans so hard it ties Jamesās next breath up tight in his chest, the sound of it loud and stuttering.
His hands come down to rest on Natashaās hips, fingers curling around where they sit in the plush chair.
āI donāt know,ā Steve whispers, words broken and truthful. āSometimes I just wake up and Iāmā¦Iām not myself. Iām sad. Iām mean andā¦and not in a cute way that gets me spanked.ā
James smirks even if his heart continues to ache. Natasha doesnāt miss a beat.
āAnd thatās fine; we all have those days. This was maybe a day you should have stayed home away from other people.ā
James knows what Steve is going to say even before he whines it.
āButā¦but I donāt want to be away from Daddyā¦ā
He hasnāt disclosed every detail of his relationship with Steve to Natasha, but he is aware that she knows enough that Steveās words wonāt startle her in any way. What does startle her though, both her and Daddy, is when Steve whines once more and leans forward to bury his face into Natashaās stomach.
James has to sit back in his chair to accommodate for his raging and sudden hard-on.
This is quite a development.
Natashaās eyes are on his again, this time much less confident than before, and James hopes his gaze mirrors some of that lack of confidence in order to provide her comfort. Heās never experienced anything like this with Steve; this is new territory for everyone involved.
His nods his head in a jerky movement, giving her silent permission to continue.
The fingers in Steveās hair run down the back of his head then, scratching across his shoulders and at the base of his neck. From where James sits he can see Steveās fingers pull at the meat of his best friendās hips, Steve burying himself further into her embrace.
James feels like a live wire, exposed and hot. Heās in a situation he never imagined heād be in, one heās excited for, but also cautious. Itās somehow not sexual, but also the most erotic thing heās seenā¦ever? Steve is slight next to James, is more petite and submissive looking, but next to Natasha he looks large, dominant, and boyish almost.
The thought of Steve looking burly yet being submissive for a woman damn near half his size, one older than him, makes James salivate.
āIām sure your Daddy doesnāt want to be away from you either, but you coming to his place of work and causing a plethora of avoidable issues doesnāt seem like the smartest choice for the both of you.ā
Steve whimpers, finally turning his face in Jamesās direction.
Thereās his boy.
And shit, is he gone.
Eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted; James would bet half his life savings on Steve also being hard right now. And with Natashaās thighs spread around his shoulders, her fingers in his hair, his big hands on her hips, it would be hard to imagine she isnāt feeling a similar way as them.
Her eyes are guarded when they lock with Jamesās, which only confirm his suspicions.
āDaddyā¦ā Steve mewls softly, a noise that makes both his balls and chest ache.
āSteven,ā he responds, voice gruffer than anticipated. āAre you okay?ā
āI donāt know.ā
āBetter than before? Better than ten minutes ago?ā
He nods his head into Natashaās stomach. āMuch.ā
He needs confirmation for the three of them.
āYou like Natasha touching you like this? You like her words?ā
A garbled noise and another whimper. āUh-huhā¦ā
Nails scratch down Steveās neck, the noise of her fresh manicure on his skin more than pleasant to Jamesās ears.
āWhat do you like about her?ā
A purely selfish inquiry at this point.
Steve doesnāt hesitate.
āSheās kind. But sheās firm. I like her claws and I like how soft she is andā¦she smells so good.ā
Steve is indeed out of it, and this is confirmed for James when Steve turns his head again and rubs his face into Natashaās sweater, this time much closer towards her breasts.
The air between the three of them thickens intensely, the charge of it continuing to glow erotic.
James barely catches the hitch in Natashaās breath, but he catches it.
Interesting.
āSteveā¦ā James warns, but Natasha is quick to placate them both.
āRest, Steven. Let your Daddy finish at least some work before you go home. You rest now.ā
Steve shuffles in impossibly closer, pressing his cheek to her breast then, effectively smothering her by laying atop her. James goes to say something, to reprimand, but Natasha is quick to shake her head.
Her nails return to Steveās hair, this time both sets, and she settles into his overwhelming embrace with ease.
Well, fuck.
Thereās no way in hell James is getting any work done with such a display just across his desk from him. But he supposes he should get just enough done to grant them the right to go home.
The two of themā eventually threeā have much to discuss it seemsā¦
have not been able to stop thinking aboutā¦Daddy James letting Natasha step into their relationship when itās obvious Steve needs a Mommy šš¹š®āšØš¤¤š¤
James in over his head with an overstimulated, sleep-deprived bratty Steve who wonāt listen to anything he has to say and only wants to fight his every word.
Heās brought his baby to work with him but heās regret the decision ever since they walked out their front door that morning and into the dreary, stormy street. Itās tense between the two of them, and regretfully so, but James canāt calm down enough to effectively Daddy the way he should.
Natasha walks into Jamesās office seconds before he makes the final decision to call for a car to send Steve home.
āWhatās his problem?ā she asks with a head tilt towards Steve sulking on the couch, tone hushed and husky as she sits down across from James at his desk. He shrugs his shoulders, running his hand through his hair. He switches to Russian when he replies.
āIāve got no fucking idea. He chose violence this morning. Canāt do anything to calm him down; he wants nothing to do with me.ā
Natasha hums thoughtfully, but the tone of support shifts when he catches her smirk.
āWhat?ā he snaps, a bark of a noise.
She rolls her eyes. āYouāre so dense sometimes. Why are you always wanting a fight, James? You have nothing more to prove with this one.ā
She turns her head towards Steve then, her chin-length hair bouncing with the quick movement. The snap of her fingers is sharp, almost as much as her voice is.
James nearly stops breathing when Steve rises without a fight, damn near floating across the office. When he stops to stand next to Natashaās chair and looks down at her expectantly, she points a perfectly manicured finger down towards the floor in front of her.
āCome down here.ā
James does in fact stop breathing then, when Steve all but crumples to the ground without hesitation.
Whatā¦?
His heart seizes in his chest with the obviousness of Steveās exhaustion, the way it lies heavy across his shoulders and in the furrow of his brow. His own hoodie on Steveās form swallows him whole, his normal broadness and sinew lost underneath his Daddyās hoodie.
His heart seizes, yes, but his cock brings to fill out as well.
He is but a Daddy, a Dom, a man.
He considers stepping in though, considers telling Natasha sheās out of line intervening in such a personal way, but heās desperate at this point.
And thereās no denying thereās something else here James canāt quite interpret that has him leaning forward in his seat, something new and already addicting.
When Natasha reaches for Steveās chin and curls her slim fingers around it, James goes from twitching to traitorously hard in his pants.
āWhat is wrong?ā
James can see the heaviness of Steveās eyelids from here, can see the way he falls into her touch as if desperate for it.
āNothing,ā he tries, and James canāt help but scoff from where he sits. Natashaās glare is as cold as ice.
She squeezes at his chin, shaking it once. āDonāt lie to me. Anyone with eyes can see that you donāt feel well. Anyone with ears within a two mile radius knows youāve been fighting with James all day. Now, tell me whatās wrong.ā
Steve shuffles forward on his knees with a soft noise, shocking both Natasha and James when his shuffling leads him kneeled between Natashaās spread thighs.
Oh.
Natashaās eyes are on Jamesās immediately, seeking silent permission to continue.
Jamesās heart pounds against his chest.
Heās quick to tip his chin.
Natashaās fingers are in Steveās hair the next second, long pointed nails scratching at his honey-colored hair, his tender scalp.
Steve moans so hard it ties Jamesās next breath up tight in his chest, the sound of it loud and stuttering.
His hands come down to rest on Natashaās hips, fingers curling around where they sit in the plush chair.
āI donāt know,ā Steve whispers, words broken and truthful. āSometimes I just wake up and Iāmā¦Iām not myself. Iām sad. Iām mean andā¦and not in a cute way that gets me spanked.ā
James smirks even if his heart continues to ache. Natasha doesnāt miss a beat.
āAnd thatās fine; we all have those days. This was maybe a day you should have stayed home away from other people.ā
James knows what Steve is going to say even before he whines it.
āButā¦but I donāt want to be away from Daddyā¦ā
He hasnāt disclosed every detail of his relationship with Steve to Natasha, but he is aware that she knows enough that Steveās words wonāt startle her in any way. What does startle her though, both her and Daddy, is when Steve whines once more and leans forward to bury his face into Natashaās stomach.
James has to sit back in his chair to accommodate for his raging and sudden hard-on.
This is quite a development.
Natashaās eyes are on his again, this time much less confident than before, and James hopes his gaze mirrors some of that lack of confidence in order to provide her comfort. Heās never experienced anything like this with Steve; this is new territory for everyone involved.
He nods his head in a jerky movement, giving her silent permission to continue.
The fingers in Steveās hair run down the back of his head then, scratching across his shoulders and at the base of his neck. From where James sits he can see Steveās fingers pull at the meat of his best friendās hips, Steve burying himself further into her embrace.
James feels like a live wire, exposed and hot. Heās in a situation he never imagined heād be in, one heās excited for, but also cautious. Itās somehow not sexual, but also the most erotic thing heās seenā¦ever? Steve is slight next to James, is more petite and submissive looking, but next to Natasha he looks large, dominant, and boyish almost.
The thought of Steve looking burly yet being submissive for a woman damn near half his size, one older than him, makes James salivate.
āIām sure your Daddy doesnāt want to be away from you either, but you coming to his place of work and causing a plethora of avoidable issues doesnāt seem like the smartest choice for the both of you.ā
Steve whimpers, finally turning his face in Jamesās direction.
Thereās his boy.
And shit, is he gone.
Eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted; James would bet half his life savings on Steve also being hard right now. And with Natashaās thighs spread around his shoulders, her fingers in his hair, his big hands on her hips, it would be hard to imagine she isnāt feeling a similar way as them.
Her eyes are guarded when they lock with Jamesās, which only confirm his suspicions.
āDaddyā¦ā Steve mewls softly, a noise that makes both his balls and chest ache.
āSteven,ā he responds, voice gruffer than anticipated. āAre you okay?ā
āI donāt know.ā
āBetter than before? Better than ten minutes ago?ā
He nods his head into Natashaās stomach. āMuch.ā
He needs confirmation for the three of them.
āYou like Natasha touching you like this? You like her words?ā
A garbled noise and another whimper. āUh-huhā¦ā
Nails scratch down Steveās neck, the noise of her fresh manicure on his skin more than pleasant to Jamesās ears.
āWhat do you like about her?ā
A purely selfish inquiry at this point.
Steve doesnāt hesitate.
āSheās kind. But sheās firm. I like her claws and I like how soft she is andā¦she smells so good.ā
Steve is indeed out of it, and this is confirmed for James when Steve turns his head again and rubs his face into Natashaās sweater, this time much closer towards her breasts.
The air between the three of them thickens intensely, the charge of it continuing to glow erotic.
James barely catches the hitch in Natashaās breath, but he catches it.
Interesting.
āSteveā¦ā James warns, but Natasha is quick to placate them both.
āRest, Steven. Let your Daddy finish at least some work before you go home. You rest now.ā
Steve shuffles in impossibly closer, pressing his cheek to her breast then, effectively smothering her by laying atop her. James goes to say something, to reprimand, but Natasha is quick to shake her head.
Her nails return to Steveās hair, this time both sets, and she settles into his overwhelming embrace with ease.
Well, fuck.
Thereās no way in hell James is getting any work done with such a display just across his desk from him. But he supposes he should get just enough done to grant them the right to go home.
The two of themā eventually threeā have much to discuss it seemsā¦
have not been able to stop thinking aboutā¦Daddy James letting Natasha step into their relationship when itās obvious Steve needs a Mommy šš¹š®āšØš¤¤š¤
