Sugar-Sweet Steven

by Sam_Haine

Summary:

Steve's a soft boy who needs his Daddies to take care of him.

Notes:

I've been wanting to write something like this for a while. I just feel like there's not enough Sub-Steve Rogers out there. Like, our bby Steeb needs TLC 2!

NOTE: These stories won't be connected like an actual story with plotlines etc. So each chapter can be read as stand-alones. So not everything will be explained in depth.

Chapter 1: Sugar-Sweet Steven

Sugar-Sweet Steven

 

Bucky suppressed an endearing grin to himself as he heard the soft, keening moans and whimpers from outside the door. His little boy is no doubt riled up and ready for some relief. He'd just stepped out the room to answer a phone call; Stark wanted to know about some serial code on his arm... something about upgrading his functionality or whatever. Secretly Bucky knew Tony just wanted to know whether he was done playing with Steve or not. The Avengers were more than just a team, you see; they were a family. And family shared things, including their dearest little angel boy, Steven Grant Rogers.

"Hold your horses Tony. I'm almost done with Princess." He'd reassured the man, grinning down at the ripped, pink lace panties in his large hand. He'd ripped it off of his gorgeous blonde babe a few minutes ago.

"Really? Well that's good news James. Totally besides the point but, good news anyway." Tony had replied while Bucky had rolled his eyes at the feigned nonchalance in his voice. He could tell that the scientist was eager. And honestly, who could blame him? Everyone wanted a piece of their darling little Captain America. Everyone wanted to bury themselves in him, to pull on his soft, fluffy hair, to use his pretty mouth just to see those pretty lips become swollen and glistening. Just last week they'd had an orgy in the confines of Tony's bedroom, Steve taking all of their cocks beautifully. Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Tony and Thor had gone all out for their precious boy and the night had ended on a pretty satisfying note.

"Don't act like you're not dying for a taste of our little boy, Stark. It's okay, I know you've been waiting all week for it." Bucky teases, his grin feral as he hears Tony breathe heavily into the receiver.

"Hmm. Where is he now?"

"Currently..." Bucky begins, quietly opening the door to reveal Steve, lying buck-naked on their bed, flat on his stomach, pert butt out on display for his Master to see.

"He's humping his favorite pink pillow."

Stark groans on the other end of the line, no doubt touching himself in his office.

"Jesus Christ..." Tony whispers, swallowing hard. "Lemme see. Switch the call to video."

"Well, someone's eager." Bucky taunts, smiling down lovingly at his precious boy. Steve's plump lips are red from being bitten eagerly all morning, and his face has a beautiful coral peach blush. His neck is wrapped in a baby pink, leather collar, with the title "Kitten" labeled in glittery silver diamond print. His skin looks creamy and smooth under the soft, white glow of the room. Long, wispy lashes dust his high cheekbones, saliva forming a shimmery gloss on his lips. He doesn't look his man in the eye, much too obedient to disrespect the one who took care of him like that. But he does make a little cooing sound, rubbing his hips into his pink pillow.

"Hey baby. Hey. There you are sweetheart." Bucky whispers gently to his boy, feeling his chest expand as Steve's huge baby blues blink up at him. A soft whine escapes his throat and he resumes rutting earnestly into the pink pillow while his pretty, doe-eyes remain locked on Bucky's.

"How's it feeling babe? Hm? Did Daddy fuck your pussy up good?" The Man asks his little blonde Barbie doll indulgently.

"Umhmm..." Steve responds softly, nodding eagerly as he arches his back hard at one of the most arousing angles humanly possible. He throws his head back and lets out a downright sinful moan. Bucky's wolfish blue eyes trace the line of his baby boy's graceful neck, following the inclination of that gorgeous Adam's apple.

"That's right. Daddy fucked you til you were numb, didn't he? Got all red in the centre, got your pretty pussy looking red as cherry pie."

"Ahm, forgetting someone there Barnes?" Tony growls a little impatiently as Steve gasps at his Daddy's crude words.

The phone almost slips from his grasp and he quickly switches the camera on, positioning it so that Tony is granted a full view of Steve's naked body. Clear, brown eyes follow the rippling muscles moving like waves under creamy pale skin. Baby pink garter belts rest snug on Steve's thighs, the frilled lace adding an even softer touch to the boy's fluffy aesthetic. The little blonde thing rolls his hips desperately, trying his best to gain friction as he was not allowed to touch himself.

That was Daddy's property.

"Oh wow." Tony groans out and Steve's eyes immediately gaze up into the screen at his other Daddy. An even deeper coral blush adorns his American sweetheart face and he snuggles into the pillow under his chin, hiding his face partially.

"Hey sweetheart. Don't be shy, it's just Daddy." Tony coos, stroking his cock indulgently as his eyes devour his pretty boy. A soft, vibrating sound rumbles from Steve at the realization that it's his other Daddy and he smiles lazily, high off the endorphins that rush through him when he's in that headspace.

"Is- is he purring Barnes?" Tony asks, his voice joyful and impressed.

"Yes he is. Good little kitten aren't you?" Bucky praises, running a hand through Steve fluffy blonde hair. The purrs get louder as Steve ruts into his pink pillow again. Bucky gets as close as possible, his knees pressing against the edge of the bed, his crotch face-level with Steve. The blonde immediately presses his face into it, inhaling deep and purring as he breathes out. Bucky's eyes flutter as he feels Steve hot little mouth close around the width of his still fully-clothed cock.

"Jesus Barnes, you put him through the wringer last night didn't you?" Tony chuckles darkly, the sound of his slick cock being jacked loud over the speakers in the phone.

"Baby boy was eager for it. Came about eight or nine times. Couldn't talk after that. Only cries." Bucky replies, hand solid and firm in the back of Steven's head, shoving his face into Bucky's hard cock.

"Did you fill him good? You know I like it sloppy." Tony pushes, feeling his stomach tighten as Steve sucks on the cotton of Bucky's shorts to get to his cock. Their baby was a hungry little cockslut.

Barnes' chuckle comes out as a growl. "Of course I did. Pumped that thing full of my seed. His belly got a little fat from it."

"Lemme see." Tony gasps eagerly, licking his lips as Bucky grabs Steve by the hair, forcing him over on his back.

"Go on baby. Show Daddy what I did to you. Show him. Show him." He growls, as Steve shows his belly proudly, legs spread and held by shaky hands. He looks like a good little puppy pushing out his belly for pats and scratches. Steve's cock blushes pink between his legs, small and delicate, glistening with precome.

Tony admires the noticeable swell in his baby's belly and grins like a proud Daddy.

"God baby boy, looks like Daddy got you pregnant. Look at that swollen belly. And- are his tits swollen too?"

Steve whines and cries at the attention his Daddies subject him to. Bucky runs a hand over his inflated stomach and then cups his sore tits. The nipples are a bright pink in comparison to his pale breasts. They can barely fit in Bucky's palm.

"Lordy. Look at you baby. So precious. And plump." Tony coos, smiling when his boy blushes happily, snuffling into his pillow.

"No don't do that baby boy. Lemme see that angel face."

After a few seconds, Steve pulls the pillow off his face in perfect peek-a-boo fashion, giggling when Tony laughs heartily at his antics. His lashes dust low and thick on his cheeks, cherry red lips pulled into a wide grin. Bucky chuckles at their adorable interaction, petting Steve's hair lovingly.

"Hey baby, you wanna cum for Daddy? Hmm? You wanna show Daddy how much you love him?"

Steve blinks a couple of times before nodding earnestly at both of his Daddies. Tony's already riled up over the phone, dick in hand, heart rate accelerated. Bucky just wants his boy to have one more cum before they leave D.C. He knows Steve would be super excited to see Tony but would become restless during their flight if he didn't get enough care before then.

"Alright baby, you heard Daddy. Turn over, back on your pillow." He orders quietly, helping Steve back on his full stomach. He whimpers at the pressure on his swollen tits and belly but Bucky quickly soothes him with gentle pets.

"It's okay baby. You're safe in Daddy's hands." Tony reassures his boy, as Bucky sets the little pink pillow directly under Steve's small, pink cock. He takes up residence on the bed right beside Steve, petting his fluffy blonde hair encouragingly.

"It's okay. Go ahead Kitten, hump that pillow til you cum."

"Listen to your Daddy honey." Tony adds, "C'mon love, do it."

Steve sobs in pleasure as his hips start humping against his pillow in strong, circular motions. He rolls his hips, making each timid thrust count as his little prick flourishes under the friction. Bucky's firm pets and Tony's harsh breathing and grunts help him along the way. He's grateful and so full of love for his Daddies; they always know how to just get him there.

"Uhn...mmm Daddy..." He whimpers out, keening sounds leaving his lips as he jumps harder. It's a difficult task making himself cum without using his hands but he's an obedient kitten if anything.

"That's it sweetheart. Gettin' close? Hm?" Bucky questions softly to which Steve nods with an outright cry.

"Oh, baby. Yes. Fuck fuck fuck! Listen to Daddy kitten!" Tony grunts over the phone, his hips jerking as he comes closer to completion.

"Daddy please!" Steve cries out, "M'cumming!"

Bucky runs his fingers through Steve's sweat-damp hair as his boy cums, spilling all over his pillow, hips jerking erratically. His body spasms hard for a few seconds before he comes down from his high, the sounds of Tony cumming hard joining his tired little pants. Bucky can feel himself hardening at the sounds of his lovers pleasuring themselves but he doesn't reach for his cock. He'd spend himself in Steve's cute butt when he falls asleep on the jet. Right now, his boy needed him to be strong.

"Oh God baby. Took Daddy for a ride didn't you?" Tony gasps, wiping himself off with a damp towel.

Steve whimpers but nods obediently, pouting at the mess he's become.

"Don't worry baby, Daddy will clean you up. Barnes?"

Bucky chuckles, kissing Steve's temple. "Don't worry darlin', I'll give our kitten a nice bubble bath."

Tony smiles, genuinely satisfied with his boys. "I know you will babe. Okay, I'll see you in a few hours 'kay?"

"Copy that." Bucky grins, "C'mon, say goodbye Kitten."

"Buh-bye Daddy." Steve gurgles against Bucky's shoulder, his eyes already starting to droop.

"Bye Kitten. Later love." Tony replies, ending the call but not before sending a kiss through the screen. It makes Steve giggle softly as he buries his face into Bucky's neck sleepily.

Bucky sighs contentedly, petting Steve. "C'mon love, gotta get you cleaned up and into your pj's. Happy won't be too happy if we keep him waiting any longer."

Steve just clings onto him like a panda, light murmurs and coos escaping his lips. He knows he's safe in Daddy's arms, no matter how big or how small he feels.

Chapter 2: You Own Me

Summary:

It's Thor's turn to take care of their baby and Steve's a bit curious.

Notes:

This story got popular real fast lol, so I thought... why not add another chapter? LET ME KNOW WHICH PAIRING YOU'D LIKE TO SEE NEXT!

You Own Me

 

Thor often spoke of home, as if it were a place completely and utterly escaped by him. His heterochromium eyes becoming distant and wistful with every anguished or fond memory of the Kingdom of Asgard. He'd speak of his father, and the great King he was; and also of his mother, whom he respected greatly and proudly thought of as the fiercest Queen in all of the Nine Realms. In some moments, he'd even speak of his childhood and growing up as a young Prince. And if he weren't talking about those things, he'd speak of his people, his dear good friend, Heimdall and his trickster of a brother, Loki.

But that quiet look of longing could never leave his expression. Tony had chalked it up to homesickness while Bucky had empathized with the God, sharing that sometimes he himself often felt out of place and out of time. Of course, he'd also revealed that whenever he felt this way, their baby Steve would always make things better. Just the feel of that soft, silky skin rubbing against his face, his mouth- his body and that baby soft, feathery angel hair running through his fingers could make his dark clouds go away in an instant.

Thor, of course, was always open to advice, so he obliged.

Steve is currently bare naked, resting comfortably on Thor's lap, the God's hard, thick cock stuffed to the hilt inside his sweet and aching pussy. He's sucking gently on Thor's thumb, eyes closed as his head rests on the man's broad and muscular chest. Soft whimpers and gasps gurgle from his throat when he feels Thor's huge hand squeezing his butt, massaging the tender flesh that had just been spanked hard by Clint.

Punishment for cumming without permission.

At the moment, he's just Thor's little cockwarmer, keeping the man satiated while his hole is stretched out for their late-night activities. They've been stuck like this all day, Thor carrying a contented Steven round his waist whenever he had to get up to do something. That was their rule, Steve couldn't come off Thor's prick until he said so. A rule that Steve was happy to obey.

He loved when he got to spend time with the God of Thunder. Unlike the rest of the Avengers, Thor was one of the few who was large enough to make him feel small and soft again. He could fit in the man's arms where he could curl up and stay warm and protected when he felt sad or lonely... or when he was lost deep in subspace and couldn't come out of it. Thor's entire being kept him wonderfully submissive and he loved it when the man took charge.

"Show me?" Steve murmurs softly- timidly- after slipping Thor's thumb out of his mouth with a wet slurp.

"Show you what, my beloved?" The demigod asks quietly, Steve reveling in the rumble of Thor's chest beneath his ear.

"Show me how an Asgardian King is supposed to be treated?" Steve pushes, tightening up his pussy on Thor's warm, throbbing cock. The demigod growls low in his throat, hips bucking hard at Steve's clenching.

"As if you were my royal consort?"

A peachy virgin blush dusts Steve's cheeks, as if he wasn't just dragging his pussy up and down Thor's dick like a cheap whore. He makes sure to keep his eyes low, thick, long angel blonde lashes dusting on his cheekbones, biting his plump lips.

"I'd be your slave... And you my Master." He murmurs a bit desperately, burying his face in Thor's neck. The God's cock slips deeper inside of him; he can feel it tugging and sliding deep in his stomach. Can hear the squishy, wet sounds of their bodies locked so tightly together.

"You could use me... use me for whatever you wanted Master."

Thor's entire demeanor straightens, the God sitting erect, both hands on Steve's naked butt, slapping the reddened cheeks before squeezing them hard.

"You are as beautiful as you are sweet, my gorgeous Steven." Thor proclaims reverently, staring into his baby's huge blue eyes. He thinks he could get lost in them; pools of sparkling aquamarine that lightened and darkened in tone however the sunlight hit. His Steven was such a sweet boy, that Thor often found himself perplexed by his massive luck, that he'd get to hold and love and spoil such a precious thing.

Steve purred under the attention before he was grabbed firmly by the throat, his body immediately slumping submissively, his eyes hooded low and his lips barely open, gasping for breath. He loved being under Thor's disciplinary touch, loved feeling the huge fist clutching tight, pressing down on his trachea, loved swallowing and feeling the pressure against his Adam's apple. Thor's finger hooks the corner of his mouth, forcing the orifice open. Steve moans as the God stares directly into his eyes before spitting harshly into his mouth.

"A servant and consort would do well not to stare into the eyes of his Master." Thor berates like he's scolding an insolent child and Steve immediately looks down, swallowing obediently. He gasps, softly but sharply as Thor slaps him in the face firmly, staining his cheek red. A whimper escapes him as those huge baby blues well up with fat tears, his plump, swollen lips trembling with embarrassment.

"M'sorry Master." The blonde babe apologizes quietly. Thor responds with another firm slap.

"It would also do you well, that you not speak out of turn, my young whore. This mouth, those lips, this tongue... even the breath that leaves your lips, they belong to me and are not your own to use. Is that understood?"

Steve gazed longingly at Thor who had his pink tongue held between his fingers. He whimpered quietly but didn't dare speak again. He wants- needs to please his King.

"Good, my little one." The God praised, petting Steve's downy blonde hair kindly and rubbing at the red handprint on his pale cheek. He could feel the young thing's pussy fluttering and tightening on his cock, tight and wet with slick.

Thor's rumbling voice halts him.

"A good Asgardian slave lives to satisfy it's master. It's one and only concern should be to please the King, mentally, physically, sexually."

Steve whimpers at that, nodding obediently as Thor's thumb slips in his mouth again, pressing down on his tongue. The God releases his throat, air rushing back into his lungs, rushed oxygen making his brain dizzy. His eyes flutter upward and he almost falls backwards but Thor's strong arms catch him before he collapses. He crashes into Thor's front and buries his face in the demigod's firm, solid chest.

"If this were Asgard, you'd be draped in the finest gold jewels, chains encrusted with diamonds and rubies snaking down your naked limbs." Thor dreamt aloud, his grip on Steve's thighs tightening as he bounces the boy on his dick.

"I'd have your nipples pierced, accessorized with the brightest white diamonds in the Universe. They'd certainly make your breasts look even more beautiful... if that were possible."

Steve wails outright when his Master grabs his tits hard, squeezing the soft flesh playfully. They're pale mounds in comparison to Thor's tanned hands, his nipples blushing a pretty pink under the attention. His pants become erratic as he bounces up and down on the thick cock. His hands slide down his abdomen to rest on his slightly swollen stomach. The lower skin is distended every few seconds as the God's large cock practically fucks into poor Steve's belly. He's not complaining though, because it hurts so good.

"As King, I'd parade your naked body for the whole kingdom to see. Let them all bare witness to my property. Let them know that I own you... body, mind and soul."

Thor suddenly growls, raising up off the sofa to switch their positions, Steve now on all fours, head pressed into the soft leather, ass up in the air high, like an open invitation. The God wastes no time in plunging back into that wonderful heat, Steve gasping out brokenly as his hole gets used to the intrusion again. He'd been on the God's cock all morning, he should be used to the sensation of hard flesh being shoved deep inside of his pussy.

But the truth was, he'd never get used to that amazing feeling.

"I'd take you in front of all my people, bare naked but my collar round your neck. And the people will know that you are mine."

Steve cries out hard, tears springing to his eyes as Thor's large hand comes to wrap around his neck again. His eyes slam shut at once, wetness dripping down his lashes and onto his pretty face. The air becomes hot around him and he can feel his vision fading out from the lack of oxygen. Then, just as quickly as it came, Thor's hand released him and he wailed out, falling forward, his little pink cock cumming of its own volition. Thor holds his baby through the spasms wracking his shimmering body, stroking and petting his little penis gently.

"Shh, it's okay love." He murmurs against the blonde's neck, his chest tightening as tiny little sobs leave Steve's throat. For a second he breaks character, breaks out of his own headspace where he is the King and Steve, his loyal sex slave. He tends to Steve who visibly fights to keep his body controlled, the spasms wracking him thoroughly.

"Mm- ...Daddy, p- please." The boy chokes, his tears soaking through Thor's undershirt.

"I've got you my little one." Thor soothes, holding Steve's slumped body tight as he thrusts his hips a few more times.

"Cummin- ah! I'm cumming sweetheart. Daddy's cumming." He grunts out harshly, biting down hard on Steve's bruised neck. He feels the boy squirm and flail a bit as his cock starts emptying inside of his pussy. He feels that fucking sweet pussy tightening on his manhood, milking it of everything. Thor can feel the heat of newly spilled semen spreading and wetting the slippery flesh of Steve's inner walls. It's a lot, judging by the wet, squelching sounds of their flesh rubbing together.

It's his ninth orgasm for the day and the eighth one that's ended up inside Steve's pretty, pink hole. He lies the boy down on his back gently, still lodged deep inside his body. Steve gazes up at him with hazy, almost crossed blue eyes, so deep and so trusting that Thor fails to keep the soft sigh from leaving his lips. Steve's deep in subspace now, barely aware that his belly has swollen a little more after Thor's last orgasm. Thor isn't blind though, and he ignores Steve's little cries as he dives down to suckle at the boy's tits. They're all swollen again, and pink and Thor doesn't want to stop.

"Stop that." He rasps lovingly to his boy who keeps trying to push the cum out of his abused anus around his cock that's already stuffed up in there. Steve whimpers but obeys and stops pushing his little hole out.

"You sore down there love?"

"Mhm..." Steve coos softly, his eyes closed as he snuggles into Thor's heat. The God gathers him closer to his chest, pulling Steve's naked thigh over his hip, effectively spreading his cheeks. Steve goes to sleep like a baby, gurgling happily albeit tiredly to the feeling of his Daddy's thick fingers in his sloppy, cum-filled cunt.

Notes:

Idk if I'm adding more so it depends on of y'all like this one. Drop a comment and let me know. P.S LET ME KNOW WHICH PAIRING YOU'D LIKE TO SEE NEXT!

Chapter 3: Matching Diamonds For My Bitch

Summary:

Tony loves showering Steve in expensive stuff. But his boy will always be the most precious and priceless thing he owns.

Notes:

I want to thank y'all for showing this fic so much love! Also, Tony/Steve was the most popular request so, voila! Here it is! I will be writing more so y'all can still let me know what other pairings w/ bby Steeb y'all want me to write!

Matching Diamonds For My Bitch

 

Tony rubs longingly at his thickening cock, legs spread wide as he sits on his antique Victorian Wingback chair, fingers of his free hand digging into the whiskey brown leather. He's in the luxurious cigar room of his Malibu mansion, currently enjoying the sexy show put on by his little blonde kitten. A red light glowed dark in the room, heavy with the heady scent of desperation, arousal and innocence. The latter highlighted because Steve was once again in that headspace where he couldn't make decisions for himself or his body and desperately needed his Daddies to make those choices for him.

Thankfully, Tony had been there for his baby boy.

His dark eyes traces the length of Steve's naked body, skin glowing like golden caramel under the amber undertone lighting the room. He's all spread out on his stomach, lounging on Tony's six thousand dollar sofa, skin pale and smooth against the dark maroon leather. His baby pink collar labelled Princess fits snug on his neck, just below that gorgeous Adam's apple. His lips are super pink and glossy, lashes long and thick on his droopy eyelids. His blonde hair is extra fluffy tonight, sitting atop his precious head scruffy and all over the place.

"Like all that ice baby?" Tony coos, sipping his scotch whilst tossing another string of diamonds at his princess. It lands in the curve of his lower back, one end of diamonds sparkling where it slips just between his pert cheeks. Steve mewls softly and stretches languidly, arching his back and pushing his cute butt higher up in the air for Tony.

"Thank you Daddy." He giggles shyly, burying his cute little head into the decorative pillow in front of him.

Tony feels his heart sing at the sight and chuckles, biting down on a small gold bar before tossing it at his baby's feet. Steve's baby blues widen at the piece of gold and his pretty little mouth forms a little "o".

"A lot more where that came from baby girl." Tony grins, his pride bursting at the seams as his princess glances up at him with that same wondrous sparkle in his gorgeous eyes. Steve seems to like the gold bars a lot so he tosses a few more of the small ones. Steve gasps and marvels at them, prodding at them shyly with his pointed toes. When he turns, Tony catches sight of his little pink cock, hard and glistening and wrapped delicately in a pink bow made of silk.

"Jesus Christ baby..." The billionaire breathes out, sliding lower in his expensive chair while his hand that's not occupied with scotch unzips his pants. Steve whimpers at the sight of his Daddy's cock, as if he'd never seen it before. His little pink tongue peeks out from his lips, wetting them hungrily. If Tony knew anything, it was his Kitten's penchant for sucking on a cock. Whether it was his, Barnes', Barton's or Banner's, Steve loved worshipping them with his mouth. And boy were Steve's blowjobs the absolute best. When he sucked their cocks, he didn't slobber all over them like an untrained whore.

No.

He took his time with them, kissing their tips and scenting the heated flesh before he even got his tongue out for a taste. He'd nuzzle the base, pay their balls some much needed attention before going back to their hard lengths. Then, he'd plant little kisses along the skin; tiny, shy kitten licks just as an appetizer before he'd have the thing shoved down his pretty throat. And even then, he'd have each man practically in a daze as he suckled on their cocks, like a babe nursing.

Christ, just thinking about it was driving Tony crazy with need.

"Turn around baby. Spread those legs wide for me. Let me see that pretty pussy."

Steve's eyes close at the sound of his Daddy's raspy voice and he lets out a soft moan at the order. He's good at following orders. He turns his back to Tony, spreading his legs wide like a gymnast, toes pointed forward like a ballerina. Tony's eyes follow his baby's hands, and the way they reach back to pull his plump cheeks apart. His breath hitches in his throat when he sees the pink, diamond-encrusted plug sitting nice and tight inside his baby boy's pretty little hole. Around it, the skin glistens with lube, spit and Bucky's cum no doubt.

"Spread it wider, c'mon baby. You know you can do better for me." He growls, stroking his cock a little faster now as Steve pushes out his already spread out butt, hole tightening around the pink plug. Bucky had filled him with it after fucking him in their playroom. Just the thought of pulling the plug out and watching Bucky's slimy cum dripping out of his boy's pussy was bringing Tony closer to the edge. He quickly takes his hands off his straining cock and pours the rest of his scotch down his throat. Steve's body stiffens when he hears Daddy's footsteps but he doesn't dare look back.

It's not his place.

Tony goes into his safe, concealed stylishly in the corner of the cigar room, and unlocks it. He pulls out a beautiful necklace, designed to resemble that of a simple choker and made completely out of white diamonds. It extends the length of his arm, meant to wrap several times round the neck and would look exceptionally gorgeous on his little sugar baby. Steve's pores raise when he feels Tony's warmth on his skin, pressing up against his back. Tony first places a steady hand on the plug, increasing pressure until Steve chokes back a sob.

"Oh- ...yes... yes Daddy."

"Mhm, is it all snug in there? Hm?"

"Yes Daddy." Steve replies breathlessly, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

"Okay sugar, it's okay. Daddy's got you baby." Tony reassures his Kitten before sliding the diamond necklace around Steve's neck, almost as if he's putting on the chain for his love as a romantic gesture. Only, he tightens the string of diamonds round his pretty boy's neck and pulls. Steve chokes, a sharp gasping sound coming from his throat. Steve knows better than to fight back so he just takes it, his hips thrusting of their own volition. The little pink silk bow bounces daintily on his cock with the motions and Tony growls in appreciation.

"You like it sweetheart?"

Steve nods meekly and whimpers, eyes drooping and glazed over from the thick fog covering him. His body goes slack and he leans back, pretty little body supported by Tony. The pressure on the plug in his ass dissipates and causes him to clench up. Tony removes the necklace from around his neck and places it over his swollen red lips.

"It comprises seventy-five 24K round-cut diamonds, each worth probably sixty thousand dollars. And it's all for you baby." Tony informs him, sounding like a sleazy bastard.

"Open your mouth baby girl. Y'know the real way to tell if a diamond's worth it?"

Steve hums obediently, his pretty eyes fluttering shut as his tongue pokes out from between his lips, licking at the white gold links in the priceless necklace.

"Go on baby, bite it." Tony pushes gently, feeling his arousal heighten as Steve's swollen lips open. He gives the piece of jewelry little kitten licks first, before clamping his pearly whites onto it. Tony lets his boy taste the ice before pulling it tightly so that it fits his mouth like a gag. He gives a rough tug and Steve's head snaps back against his chest, resting there while his mouth is kept open by the jewelled gag.

"So goddamn pretty. Could shower you in diamonds all day baby boy." Tony muses, stroking Steve's hair fondly. His eyes catch the seemingly endless pool of differently-sized diamonds, genuine pearls, several precious stones and millions of dollars worth of silver and gold necklaces, strewn about Steve, some sticking prettily to his pale skin while others decorate the leather sofa beneath his prone body. A whine escapes Steve when Tony reaches down to pinch his nipple, shaking them both out of the haze. The diamond necklace loosens from Steve's pretty mouth and slips down his chest and stomach, finally resting lazily on his little, bow-tied cock.

Tony grabs the bottle of Dom Perignon's Rose Gold Champagne and pops it open almost drunkenly. He swears though, that it isn't the scotch. But rather, he just wanted to see his precious baby boy showered in expensive things. And Dom Perignon was as expensive as it got, though not nearly enough.

Pretty things for his pretty boy.

"Feeling for a little booze baby?"

Steve can't get drunk, and Tony knows this. But it doesn't stop them from enjoying the illusion.

Steve's pretty blue eyes widen almost scandalously as he looks over his shoulder. "D- Daddy... m'not s'posed to have alcohol." He says sweetly, his voice delicate and innocent.

That does things to Tony.

"Then it'll just have to be our little secret." He whispers, shushing his baby boy before holding the bottle to Steve's pretty red lips. His huge baby blue eyes cross for a moment as he looks down at the bottle curiously. He looks a bit hesitant but he carefully places his lips on the tip of the bottle, sucking gently. Tony strokes himself again, the bottle held in his other shaky hand, his eyes hooded as he practically leers at the way Steve sucks on the bottle like it's his cock.

"Easy princess, easy. Stick your tongue out."

Steve obeys almost instantly, his little pink tongue slipping out from between his lips eagerly.

"Atta boy." Tony praises before tipping the bottle ever so gently. Sparkling rose-tinted champagne spills from the bottle, landing on the tip of Steve's tongue before dripping down his chin. He doesn't dare swallow, not having been given any orders to do so. So he moans contentedly instead, eyes closed, feeling the icy liquid spilling down his neck, trailing over his tits, his stomach and eventually soaking into the tiny pink bow around his little cock. The sensitive skin of his arousal jumps from the sudden onslaught of ice champagne and he sobs out loud.

"Mm, how's it taste kitten?" Tony grins, pouring some of the wine down his own throat.

"D- Daddy it- it's cold..." Steve whines as Tony pours some over his head, like he's being baptized or something. Tony immediately stops pouring and plants a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"I'm sorry baby. That wasn't nice of me. I just love seeing expensive things on you... all over you." He pants hotly in his boy's ear. Steve whimpers at the warmth his Daddy's body offers him in contrast to the cold champagne and shakes his head.

"'T's'okay Daddy." He reassures the man softly, leaning his head back on Tony's chest.

Tony places the Dom Perignon on the dark mahogany coffee table and encircles his fingers around his baby's pretty neck. He presses his mouth on Steve's ear, nuzzling it and listening to Steve's little breathless pants. He tightens his fingers a bit and growls.

"You want me to fuck you baby girl? Hm? Want Daddy to fuck you on top of all these diamonds?"

"Yes-!" Steve gasps out broken as his throat is released suddenly. He leans forward on the sofa almost instantly, forearms carefully placed whilst arching his back. Tony eyes that Disney Princess waist of his precious boy hungrily, hands reaching out of their own volition to firmly fix that pert ass up in the air.

"That's it baby... relax." He soothes gently, stroking the back of Steve's pretty head before yanking his own pants down roughly. He didn't care if he tore the expensive fabric, much too focused on filling up his pretty little blonde doll. He places a tight grip in the pink plug resting snug in his baby's hole, shoving it in deeper a few times before yanking it out hard.

"Mmmh!" Steve cries out, clenching his pussy as cum drips out of it in thick globs. Tony's eyes darken as he watches, shoving two fingers in there and relishing in his kitten's sloppy cunt.

"Fucking hell." Tony growls, fingering his baby deeper. Steve felt the appendages snaking around inside him and wailed with pleasure. He wanted his Daddy's cock.

Now.

"Pl- please Daddy..." He whimpered, eyes closed as Tony touched that special place deep inside of him, making his body jerk hard like a cat's. He buries his face in the material of the sofa, luscious and priceless diamonds and jewelry sticking to his heated skin. He could still smell the Dom Perignon champagne on his skin, sweet and expensive.

"It's okay love." Tony reassures him sweetly, "Daddy's right here. I've got you-"

His voice breaks off as he finally slips inside his baby boy, the wet heat of Steve's pussy, maddening. Steve sinks further into the sofa with every inch of hot flesh that enters him until his back is arched at an unnatural angle and his pretty butt is all but perched in the air for his Daddy. It's his best position to be in, all submissive and open for use. He tightens his pussy on Tony's thick cock, moaning as it drags along his sensitive insides.

Steve's so wound up that the minute the tip of Tony's cock presses against his prostate, he cums, little pink cock jerking and splashing translucent white liquid on the leathered sofa. He cries out, loud and almost pitiful, as his cum drips down his little cock and soaks into the pink bow still tied around it.

"Oh, my baby." Tony marvels, petting Steve's head gently. He can feel the spasms and tremors still coursing through Steve's prone body. He strokes the boy's neck and back until his cries lessen to a few wispy pants.

"M'sorry Daddy... I-" Steve starts but Tony cuts him off with a kiss on the head.

"It's okay baby. Cum as much as you want."

He sets a slow but firm pace, making the blonde's body shudder with every sharp thrust. His boy feels like heaven, slick and wet and tight, his walls dragging deliciously on his dick. Steve's drained cock hangs uselessly between his legs as he whines and moans, pushing back insistently against his Daddy's dick. He can feel his stomach twisting again in hot arousal as Tony goes deeper, his grunts becoming less controlled as his rough hands grip Steve by the neck.

Steve's blue eyes become glassy from the tears as he focuses on breathing through his mouth, lashes dark and wet against his cheekbones. Tony slams home again and Steve cries out brokenly, choking under Tony's strong grip. Tony's close, he can feel the arousal coursing through his body, growing in his stomach, dripping lower and lower until he starts fucking Steve with abandon.

"Fuck- baby!" He snarls, releasing Steve's neck and gripping him by his hair instead.

"Daddy! Cum- uh! Cum inside me... please!" Steve wails, his fingers curling around the diamond necklace his Daddy had choked him with. He knew his Daddy was about to cum; could feel it within his own body. Tony's cock surged in his ass, the man grunting harshly against Steve's neck.

"I'm cumming! Fuck!"

Steve whimpered weakly as he felt the warm splashes of thick semen filling his hole. It seemed to go on forever, hot liquid sloshing around inside his pussy as he clenched down on his Daddy's softening cock. Tony thrust a few more times before pulling out slowly, only leaving the tip in.

"Oh God baby. Always so fucking tight for me. So wet mmh..." He sighs tiredly, smacking Steve's reddened butt a few times, making the boy jerk slightly. He's dropped, Tony can tell. His head is buried in the sofa and a deep purring sound is coming from his throat. His index finger is gently stroking his pink collar while his thumb is stuffed in his mouth, small suckling sounds coming from his pretty red lips. His blue eyes flutter shut at Tony's petting, a tiny sigh letting his Daddy know that he's satisfied.

When Tony checks he sees that Steve had cum a second time, his little pecker soaked in its own juices. He pets the softened cock tenderly before grabbing a cloth to wipe his boy down. When Steve is clean, he considers the bejeweled plug resting next to the almost empty champagne bottle. A hot flash of arousal strikes through his body at the thought and he grabs the bottle. He doesn't need to slick the narrow neck because his baby's pussy is already wrecked and open, so he pulls out his own cock from that heavenly warmth and shoves the bottle in.

"Shh, it's alright baby girl." He soothes the blonde softly, petting his fluffy blonde hair when the boy whimpers at the new intrusion. Tony tips the bottle a little so that the last dregs of champagne sloshed into Steve's swollen hole, a soft cry escaping Steve's lips at the slight burn. His pink pussy spreads open even wider as Tony pushes the bottle way past the thin neck, to the flared end of it. It won't be as effective as the plug but goddamn if it isn't the hottest thing Tony's ever seen.

He arranges Steve's legs properly on the sofa, stretching his boy out so that he could lie comfortably on his belly, the champagne bottle resting snug inside him. He takes a picture just to show Barnes before cleaning up himself, smug that he's gotten Steve to drop. Any kind of drop meant that his boy was completely safe with his Daddy and for that, Tony felt extremely proud. Steve's soft snores are enough to lull him to sleep, his body lying protectively over his precious baby, holding him tight.

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Chapter 4: Can't Keep Your Fingers Off It Daddy

Summary:

There's a mission but Steve's not ready to get back into battle. One of his Daddies are available, so he goes on a trip to Wakanda where he knows he'll be spoiled, and treated like a princess.

Notes:

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Can't Keep Your Fingers Off It Daddy

 

The Avengers had been called in for a mission.

Standard op, SHIELD agents, rumblings at some place in Missouri. Nothing they couldn't handle. Steve of course, had been the first to offer up his help to Fury much to the quiet hesitance of his Daddies.

It wasn't always an issue whenever Steve had a mission or had to go to some big international conference, but, they knew how the times could mess with him. Sometimes the responsibility would be too much and he would close in on himself, refusing their help for long periods of time. They'd had an incident like that just a week ago, when Steve had failed to save a couple of civilians in Iraq from an alien infiltration. Steve of course hadn't been the only Avenger present at that time but the media went after him anyway. They called him a coward and a disgrace to humanity and bashed his name into the ground. He'd been so torn up about it that he didn't come out of his room for the entire week. JARVIS had given the team regular updates on his emotional and physical state but had been ordered not to unlock his room.

So they waited, and waited and waited.

Tony was about to bust the door down with his suit until Steve suddenly opened the door, walked out of his room and straight to the command center to allow entrance to Nick Fury. And now here they were, standing in a circle, frustrated and trying to reason with him.

"Steve, please be reasonable." Bruce said softly, no impatience or arrogance in his tone. Steve knew he meant well, but some stubborn part of him refused to concede.

"I can handle it." He growled testily, arms folded like a petulant child. He's refusing to meet their eyes, glaring those baby blues at the ground.

"We're not saying you can't, sweetheart. We're just saying this is a little below your paygrade so, we can handle it while you stay here and rest up. That last mission took a lot out of you baby." Tony reasoned, ignoring the look Fury throws him at the nicknames.

"You just want me out of the way. You think I'm gonna screw up again. Don't you?" Steve muttered sadly, chewing on his lower lip, bruising the thin skin.

Flashes of anger cross the faces of his Daddies and he can't help but feel smug about it. He wants them to get riled up. To challenge him. He needs to feel something after that whole mess with the media. He couldn't keep stoic anymore; not when people were dead because of him.

"That ain't true and you know it doll." Bucky growls at him, gray-blue eyes hardening just like his tone.

"Don't be pissy with us sugar, we're just trying to help." Clint adds, his tone light but his eyes weighing Steve's subconscious down like heavy rocks.

"By forcing me to stay home, away from the mission?" Steve challenges, clenching his fist. "How's that helping me?"

"Try to understand, beloved. You're not in the right mind-frame right now to fight. I know that all you feel right now, is anger. And hurt. And guilt." Thor's words are accented by his gentle touches, hands caressing Steve's face, thumb brushing his swollen lips, fingers carding lovingly in his fluffy hair and a warm kiss pressed into his forehead.

"We mean only to protect you."

Steve's eyes slam shut, a tear or two clinging to his wispy lashes before rolling down his face. He holds on to Thor's hands that are still caressing his face and sighs heavily.

"I just wanna help... wanna save em... couldn't save em..." He whimpers, burying his face in Thor's chest as he feels the tears coming in waves of emotion now. The mighty God holds him tight in those large arms, stroking his back tenderly.

"That is not on you, Steven."

"Course not, sweetheart. It was a terrible thing to happen, but you did your best and no one blames you for what happened. Those civilians were the victims of the Kree enslavers that infiltrated that Iraqi base." Clint reassures him.

"But the news-" Steve starts but is immediately cut off by Tony who steps close to him and Thor, his tone menacing.

"The news is made up of a bunch of vicious parasites. I should know. Don't you dare listen to a word they say Steve. The only words that matter are the ones coming from the people around you. And trust me, we care about you. And we love you. And you did not let those people die. You hear me?"

Steve nods sullenly, breaking away from Thor to crash into Tony's arms, nuzzling the man's neck, seeking out warmth and protection just as he did Thor.

"Gonna need a response love."

"Mhm... I- ...I hear you Daddy." Steve murmurs quietly, staying in Tony's arms for a while.

Stark glares at Fury who raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him.

"Don't look at me Stark. I actually support Steve staying behind to get a little R and R."

They all shoot him the same unimpressed look but he just rolls his eye and ignores their taunting.

"The objective is to gather Intel. I've already got Natasha and Ms Hill waiting at SHIELD'S base, so if we can just get goin'? And by the way, I hope you're not leaving Rogers by himself all weekend."

The group pauses and Bucky dismisses Fury with a wave of his hand, petting Steve's head gently.

"Steve's gonna stay with T'Challa in Wakanda for the weekend."

Steve's blue eyes instantly light up and he blinks up prettily at his Daddy.

"Really?" He almost squeaks, unable to contain his excitement at the news. Hell, if they told him he'd be spending the weekend with his favorite King he would've gotten over the mission way quicker.

Bucky chuckles softly and scratches him under the neck, making him purr happily.

"Yep. We know he's been busy with international conferences and all but he's just gotten back from the last one and he's agreed to look after you while we're gone, Princess." Bruce informs him, grinning at the happy cuddle Steve gives him.

Fury just smiles and shakes his head.

"Alright team, let's go."

 

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Steve feels like a spoiled princess every time he's at T'Challa's palace.

The man is made of royalty and class and compassion and all the things Steve just finds wonderful. He treats Steve special- not that his other Daddies don't- but T'Challa always knows how to make Steve feel like a Princess. He's fed well by the King's subjects who are more than happy to spend time with the adorable 'white-panther' and he often goes on long, romantic walks with T'Challa to see the golden beaches of Wakanda. But spending time in the palace with his King is just an absolute treat for Steve.

Currently, he's sitting atop the marble island that's laid in the center of the massive palace kitchen, his naked body draped in T'Challa's royal robe. The aforementioned King is pacing the kitchen leisurely in nothing but his black silk sleep trousers, the glorious golden muscles of his upper body all out and exposed for Steve to worship with his eyes.

Steve's skin glows peach in the morning sunlight that filters in through the huge windows, several bruises highlighted on his skin. There's a particularly purple one on his neck from where he'd begged T'Challa to make him his. He'd begged so prettily that the King had had no choice but to do as his little princess said. A soft and sleepy smile graces Steve's red lips as he thinks about how sore he was down there. If he tightened up just right, he could feel the burn from how his King's cock had stretched him wide open.

"What is on your mind my love?" T'Challa murmurs quietly, moving to finally stand between Steve's legs, warm hands running up and down those naked, spread thighs. Long, blonde lashes flutter as Steve glances down to admire the way their bodies meet and almost become one. He whimpers softly as the King fixes his pale, smooth legs around his waist, pulling him flush against that heated golden skin. Their chests touch and a longing whine escapes his throat.

"Nothin' Daddy." He answers honestly, huge blue eyes blinking up at dark brown ones. He plants a timid kiss on T'Challa's cheek, blushing as an amused smile breaks across the man's concerned face.

"You know I can tell when you are being dishonest with me kitten."

Steve pouts, hiding his face in T'Challa's neck, purring when he feels his Daddy's strong arms around him, holding him close and rubbing his back.

"I can still feel you inside me." He whispers scandalously in T'Challa's ear, blue eyes wide and sparkly as if it were some great secret, peach blush adorning his American sweetheart face. T'Challa damn near growls at the implication and he tightens his grip on Steve's hips.

"Is that right? No wonder I had to carry you to the kitchen this morning. Couldn't walk, could you?"

Steve shakes his head with a sad little pout, batting those pretty mermaid eyes at his Daddy. He rests his head on his Daddy's chest, sighing contentedly as the King presses a kiss to his forehead. T'Challa has always been one of his gentler Daddies, always taking care of him, showering him with affection. Sometimes when Steve wanted it hard, T'Challa would refuse to rough up his baby boy, instead fucking him nice and slow, deep and meaningful, almost as if they were making love. Steve would always fall helplessly in love with that kind of softness in the end anyway.

But last night- last night had been a revelation. Six months of not seeing each other had allowed a feeling of rabid desperation between them, and when T'Challa had gotten the call from Tony, he'd been more than ecstatic to accommodate his precious boy. The international conferences were great but they took a toll on him, what with all the never-ending policies and feigned diplomacy, he felt like deserved some much needed time with his baby.

But that was last night. And now that he was back home, he could rest some, but he still had an obligation to his Kingdom and his people as the King of Wakanda.

"There is a council meeting later this evening that I must attend." He says to Steve softly, heart breaking when the boy whines mournfully into his neck. He feels for Steve, he really does. Bucky had informed him of what had happened in Iraq, and the public media fallout after that. Steve had taken the most damage and had suffered dearly from it. He needed his Daddies the most now and they can't even seem to find the time for him.

"I am sorry my love. But it will only be an hour."

"Don't like stupid council meetings." Steve mutters angrily against his Daddy's shoulder.

T'Challa can't help but smile at how spoiled his baby sounds, taking his face in his hands and kissing him gently on the lips. Big, sad blue eyes glisten up at him, and the downturned, pouty pink lips just completes the picture. Steve looks like he's about to cry so T'Challa kisses him again on the lips.

"I know you hate them my love. But, how about you come along with me to this one? Hm? You can sit on my lap." T'Challa offers slyly, gauging the way Steve's ears perk up, his baby doll face doing a complete 360 and brightening as he smiles excitedly, blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"You mean- you mean sit on your lap while you sit on the throne?" He squeaks, rubbing up against his Daddy's front, the silk of T'Challa's robe doing wonders for his little prick. He's getting wet just from the idea of sitting on his Daddy's throne in front of an entire council of royal subjects- at least twenty five of them- his Daddy holding him close as he discusses important stuff like the economy and politics.

T'Challa chuckles pleasantly. "Yes baby. You can help me address my fellow subjects. Would you like that princess?"

Steve nods earnestly, a shine in his bright blue eyes. "Very much Daddy."

T'Challa plants another sweet kiss on Steve's forehead before lowering himself between the pretty thing's thighs.

"Now, let Daddy have his breakfast." He grins in a low, raspy voice, gently shoving Steve back to lie flat on the kitchen island. He grips his baby's pale thighs tightly, spreading them wider and wider until Steve is all open for him like a goddamn buffet. He makes quick work of the straps on his silk robe, unwrapping his precious boy like a present. Steve whimpers under his handling, arching his pretty back as he feels his Daddy's large hands spread him open wide.

T'Challa's tongue is slick and intense against his sore hole, wiggling deep inside of the blonde. Steve cries out, hands immediately reaching for his Daddy's head, thrusting his pussy insistently against that hot tongue. He's so fucking wet from his Daddy's cum, spit and lube that he can feel it running down his crease, leaking on the marble countertop. He moans but it comes out broken and desperate, feeling his little prick twitch against his belly as T'Challa slurps hungrily between his legs. One of his hands remain on the man's head while his other one goes to his chest, pulling on an aroused nipple, cupping his own tits, feeling himself.

"Daddy- uhnnn! Daddy please. Please. Daddy please." He sobbed, when T'Challa added a finger inside his already loosened cunt. It slides in deep inside of him, way past what his Daddy's tongue can't reach and he can feel his entire body seize up. His Daddy keeps rubbing insistently at his special spot, dragging his orgasm out of him. He screams out when his small prick pulses, spurting little clear jets of semen on his flat belly.

"Daddy!"

His Daddy holds him through his orgasm, soothing him gently as he cries against his neck, his poor body wracked with spasms as he cums. He wraps his arms and legs round his Daddy like an octopus, sobbing into T'Challa's chest as he comes down from his high. His tits are extremely sensitive and his hole twitches as semen and spit leak out of it in rivulets. He's a mess and he wants more even though his body's shaking from overstimulation.

"Easy my love." T'Challa soothes him, petting his hair lovingly. "Easy. Daddy's got you."

Steve quiets obediently, glancing up at his wonderful Daddy with large, teary blue eyes and wet lashes. "Was it good Daddy? Did you like eating my pussy?"

The King smiles proudly at his baby boy, kind of saddened by the fact that Steve felt like he always had to ask. But he doesn't show it, instead kissing his baby on the lips and stroking his head lovingly.

"Yes baby. I love eating you out. It's the best part of my mornings."

Steve blushes proudly, pleased that he's enough for his Daddy and he gives his King an adorable little hug. "Thank you Daddy." He murmurs, tiredly sagging against his Daddy's hard body, curling up to make himself smaller. T'Challa just smiles fondly down at him before picking him up from the island, carrying him to their suite.

They had a meeting to prepare for after all.

 

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"This is so boring Daddy." Steve whines petulantly, as he sits comfortably on his Daddy's lap.

T'Challa has one arm around his baby boy's waist, his hand gently squeezing that plump butt. Steve's wearing the garb of a royal consort of Wakanda. The sleek, black silk wraps delicately around his slim waist, way below his navel, revealing the beginning lines of his 'V' that leads to his most intimate spot. The separate slits of the flowing black silk falls between his long pale legs, making him seem naked. His upper body is completely bare, showing off that peachy nude skin. His tits glisten under the dim lights of the conference room. His Daddy had personally attached golden clamps to them, with the shiny chains hanging beautifully across his pretty chest. A golden choker with the King's symbol encrusted in sapphire stone rested heavily on his neck, the pressure points just right. And on his left bicep, was a Wakandan arm brace, spiralling around his limb like a snake, caressing him.

He looked like the perfect little consort.

"Hush, my love. It has only just started." T'Challa chides his baby gently, patting his butt a few times.

Steve whimpers sadly at being hushed by his Daddy, shying away from the serious eyes of the councillors. He hides his face in his Daddy's shoulder, softly breathing in the oriental scent of his Daddy. He brushes his bare feet on his Daddy's knee, rubbing his chest against his T'Challa's. His tits are sore and so badly need some kind of friction. He's hot and slick and all plugged up tight, but all he wants right now is to feel his Daddy's thick, long cock filling him deep. He rests his head on T'Challa's shoulder, pouting and glaring cutely at the way his Daddy's hand envelops his smaller one.

"Matters to discuss, my King." Zuri announces, his deep voice echoing in the quiet room. The councillor shuffles some pages in his hand and waits for T'Challa's acknowledgement. Steve feels his Daddy nodding while he places a Wakandan peach segment against his lips. He takes it with his mouth obediently, tongue poking out to lick the sweet juices off his Daddy's fingers.

"The Special Operations Unit has reported exponential progress with their youngest students. They are set for early advancement in their fields of engineering, agriculture and analysis." Zuri informs, sensing the papers forward. T'Challa studies them while Steve simply blinks his gorgeous blue eyes at the unfamiliar words on the pages.

"That is great news, Zuri. I am looking forward to the ceremony." T'Challa replies, a contented smile on his face. Steve purrs, just happy to be in his Daddy's arms instead of lounging around in his bed by himself.

"My King," Okoye greets with a salute, "the Dora Milaje wishes to report that there have been no disturbances on the local front. However, ...there is a matter of urgency to discuss as to Wakanda's position in the international community. And your position with the Avengers."

T'Challa feels when Steve stiffens next to him, his body curling further into his Daddy's as if to hide himself.

"General, I wish to discuss that matter privately." He informs her quickly as she sends him a knowing look. He's grateful for her consideration when it comes to Steve.

"Of course, my King. But please note that it is a matter of urgency. The World Court will not wait."

T'Challa nods firmly as Okoye returns to her seat around the table. He pets Steve's hair soothingly, planting a gentle kiss on his baby's temple.

"It's alright, sweetheart. Shh, it's okay."

The council seems concerned and they send him worried looks but he waves them off with a flick of the wrist. His hand slides down to the side of the throne where it's hidden, and he presses firmly on the plug that's lodged deep inside his sweet boy's butt. Steve's body jerks hard and he quickly chokes off his wail with a soft gasp.

"D- Daddy..." Steve murmurs softly into T'Challa's ear.

"You are safe here my love." The King ensures his boy, continuously pressing down on the plug, making his baby squirm.

The council goes on after that, the hour seeking to run on forever as each councillor presents their reports and appraisals. Steve nearly nods off during the entire thing but his Daddy's steady hands on his plug keeps him alert for most of the hour. Coming down to the last few minutes, there seems to just be casual talk amongst the people in the room. And eventually the conversation shifts to light jabs at the King himself, about his love life and if he plans on having a successor.

W'Kabi, of course is the one to bring it up.

"It only makes sense my brother. You may be young but time flies around here. Things seem to be going and it's about time you had some babies." It isn't meant to be a jab at Steve but it comes across like that anyway. He doesn't move or respond in any way however, staying silent in his Daddy's arms.

Okoye shoots her partner a fierce look to shut him up and he quickly does so, looking apologetic.

"My apologies, there is no rush, my brother. I shall take my leave now."

After that, the meeting adjourns, all of the councillors quickly filing out of the room after bidding there farewells. Okoye is the last to leave and she sends T'Challa a supportive grin which he returns. After that, they're left in silence and soft, quiet breathing is the only sound between them. Steve is thinking hard though, T'Challa can feel it.

"Are you okay?" He asks the poor thing but Steve quickly shakes his head, perking up from hiding his face in his Daddy's shoulder to blink up at him.

"M'sorry Daddy. I- ...I wish I could."

"Wish you could what, my love?" T'Challa asks, confused for a minute but not missing the way Steve goes soft in his grip. His baby scurries to his knees, sitting on his Daddy's lap, rubbing earnestly against his Daddy's thickening cock. He takes his Daddy's hands and places them on his perky tits, gently encouraging the man to play with them.

"Wish I could have your babies. Wish you could get me pregnant." Steve whimpers, feeling firm, warm hands cupping his tits, gently squeezing his clamped nipples. His King thrusts upwards sharply and he squeaks at the feeling of that hard, thick cock between his legs.

"Oh baby." T'Challa rumbles, hands grasping Steve's hips hard, leaving heavy fingerprints on that pale, baby soft skin.

"You could pretend." Steve whispers, riding his Daddy's lap, rutting against his cock, the thick plug inside his wet cunt sliding in and out with every circle of his hips. "You could breed me Daddy. I'll be your good baby. N'you could cum inside my pussy... knock me up."

T'Challa almost throws Steve off the throne when he bucks up hard into his baby boy. He growls, lifting Steve up by his thighs and damn near slamming him into the conference table.

"Oof." Steve grunts cutely, spreading his legs wide for his Daddy to get in between them. T'Challa makes quick work of his underwear- his favorite panties really, made of black lace and violet bows- ripping the wispy fabric and tossing it over his shoulder. He does the same to Steve's silky skirt, leaving his blonde babe in nothing but the choker and the golden nipple clamps. He folds Steve in half, his knees almost touching his shoulders and gazes at his boy with predatory eyes.

"If the Gods and my ancestors wished it, I would have bred you a long time ago my love."

He lowers himself to Steve's pretty hole that's stuffed with the thick, black plug. He'd done that after their little tryst earlier, Steve begging to be filled with something. But now, all his princess seemed to want was his cock.

"P- please Daddy, please. Need you so bad." He cried, playing with his tits, the gold chains wrapped haphazardly around his fingers.

"It's okay my sweet boy." T'Challa promises his baby, gripping the hilt of the plug and sliding it in and out a few times. Steve sobs out loud, digging his nails into the pale, taut skin of his thighs. His Daddy all but rips the plug from out of him, leaving his pink pussy clenching hard around the gaping space it left.

"I'm gonna fuck you now my princess." The King growls, grabbing Steve bodily and manhandling him until he was on all fours, presenting for his King. He lowers his chest to the floor, leaving his ass up in the air for his Daddy to take. It was the perfect position for making babies, T'Challa told his little boy as much.

"Gonna breed you full baby. Until you're swollen with my seed." He snarled in his baby's ear before shoving himself inside. Steve gasps brokenly, almost collapsing against the floor in pleasure as his Daddy's cock sends hot shivers up his spine. T'Challa presses his chest to his Steve's back, teeth clamping on to his pretty neck, just above the collar. The boy wails, arching his back and pressing back further on his Daddy's big cock. T'Challa slips a hand under Steve's flat stomach, rubbing the skin there, feeling his own cock stretching Steve's tummy out.

"Mmhm...!" Steve whimpers, his little cock twitching uselessly between his legs as he orgasms for the first time. He's dripping on the clean, waxed floors of a royal Wakandan conference room. Talk about the perks of being the King's little consort.

T'Challa's head was just filled with images of himself breeding his little blonde boy. He could see just how perfect his baby would look, all fat and swollen with his offspring. All Steve's other Daddies would be downright jealous. And Steve, oh his precious kitten would be all glowing, walking around the palace in nude silks that showed off his pregnant belly proudly. His breasts would be so round and plump, filled with milk. He could almost taste the sweetness on his tongue.

"D- uh!" Steve gasps breathlessly, cumming for a second time, his body shaking hard. His tiny pink cock almost hurts from the overstimulation but he's not complaining. He wants to please his Daddy, wants to make him happy. His pussy feels incredibly tight and slick, the soreness from earlier giving way to a delicious burn with every stroke of his Daddy's long and powerful cock. He wants to be bred so bad, his body practically yearning for his Daddy's cum.

"I want it! I want it Daddy!"

"I'm here my love. I'm right- ugh!"

He was about to unload in his precious boy. Steve always loved it when his Daddies came inside his pussy. It made him feel safe, and grounded, almost as if he was being owned, claimed by the men that used him. It put him in his place, and by God he knew where he belonged. He dropped onto his belly, flat on the floor while his Daddy just ploughed into his pussy. T'Challa reaches out, intertwining his fingers with Steve's smaller, paler ones. He squeezes tight and Steve, though he's delirious and out of his mind with pleasure, squeezes back. It's possibly the most intimate sex he's ever had. The baby-making kind of sex that well- made babies.

"I'm cumming my love." He rasps in Steve's ear, Steve's tiny whimpers music to his ears as his cock thickens inside that tight pussy.

"Oh Daddy!"

He thrusts one last time inside his baby boy, holding his position, mounted on Steve as he cums. Steve sobs into the hand his Daddy has clasped over his mouth, his eyes wet as he feels each warm spurt of semen against his inner walls. He tightens up on his King's dick, milking all of it greedily. He's never wanted to be pregnant so bad. T'Challa thrusts a few more times, the spasms and tremors dissipating with every sharp movement of his hips.

They're a proper mess of glistening skin and tangled limbs.

A few minutes later, he's carrying a sleepy, snuggly Steve to bed. He's all plugged up and the nipple clamps are taken off his sore, pink nipples. He whimpers as his Daddy cleans him up with a damp cloth, the wetness chilly against his belly, chest and between his thighs.

"Mmmhmm Daddy..." Steve pouts tiredly, making grabby hands at his Daddy.

"I am coming my love." T'Challa chuckles, smiling tenderly at the way Steve goes all soft and cuddly against him. He draws up the blankets but Steve kicks them off, gazing up at his Daddy with wide blue eyes. He plants tiny, innocent kisses against his Daddy's palm, sucking in his thumb finger.

"You want my finger to sleep sweetheart?" T'Challa murmurs petting his boy gently but Steve shakes his head, letting go of his thumb with a pop. Steve usually likes going to sleep with his Daddy's finger in his mouth, kind of like the way a child would go to sleep. It made him feel safe. Protected.

"Then what do you want my precious?"

A hand tentatively slips down from his chest, all the way to his cock that's somewhat softened yet still firm. It stirs under the blankets as Steve touches it shyly, a deep blush adorning his pretty face.

"Oh, my sweet boy." T'Challa praises, stroking Steve's downy hair before kissing him gently on the lips. They'd only ever done this once, a few months ago. It had happened when Steve had been under stress, and had fallen deep into subspace. The King didn't pretend to know exactly why his boy was feeling the same pressure now. He'd been made aware of all the bashing by the media and as much as it made him want to do something about it, his boy needed him first. He'd give Steve the world if possible.

Steve purrs happily when his Daddy consents, shimmying down the bed until he was lying on his side, the tip of his Daddy's cock on his lips. A soft nudge from T'Challa is all he needs to swallow down his Daddy obediently, going deep until the cock is stuffed properly in his throat. The golden collar is much too heavy to wear at night so, he needs to be grounded by something else. T'Challa watches as Steve's pretty, long lashes flutter a couple times, his wet, slick throat convulsing around his prick. Steve suckles on it gently as he begins to fall asleep, a small but contented sigh signalling his peace.

His Daddy always knows what he needs.

Notes:

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Chapter 5: You Can Be My Fulltime Daddy

Summary:

Clint really hates when Fury gives him assignments. Lucky for him, Steve's around to keep him company.

Notes:

Whew, it's been a while. Lol, I've been busy with school etc. Saw Endgame and wanted to fling myself off of Vormir. Sighs, but here is another pairing with bby Steeb.

You Can Be My Fulltime Daddy

 

Clint grins wildly as the cold mountain breeze hits him squarely in the face, deflected by the dark aviator shades over his eyes.

It slips through his hair in cool wisps, his brown, tawny hair fluttering behind him. The fresh breeze is native to a small town in Montana, mostly forested with a few cabins scattered here and there. He owns one of those cabins, thanks to Fury and SHIELD, after a particular mission had left him injured and severely compromised. He'd needed the seclusion and protection and so the institution had found him this place. The other cabins were safe houses maintained by SHIELD and housed throughout the year by agents of different backgrounds and missions. Now was his turn for a little rest and reflection and he'd brought company.

He feels timid hands slip around his middle, holding tightly as he revs up the bike's engine a couple of times. Steve's sitting pretty on his Daddy's antique Custom Harley-Davidson Panhead Chopper, Ray Bans over his eyes, jean shorts cutting high on his pale, smooth thighs and a huge smile on his plush pink lips. The sunlight dapples golden overhead, making Steve's angel blonde hair glow under its gaze. His cheek rests on Clint's leather clad back, blue eyes heavily lidded as he sinks deeper into subspace. He's content with just lying there, draped against his Daddy's back, listening to the wind rush past his ears while the man drives them into the beautiful forest.

"Hold on sweetheart. We're almost home." Clint reassures his baby, patting the hands wrapped tightly round his middle. Steve murmurs softly and even though it's not coherently formed words, Clint grins anyway. His baby's so out of it, having sub-dropped back at the Tower while they were packing to leave for Montana. Just one look at those large, hazy blue eyes and those fluttery lashes and Clint had just known. It wasn't a hard decision then, to just whisk Steve out of the Tower and all of its hectic politics, and bring him to a peaceful place where he could drop and be completely under his Daddy's protection and care.

"Mmh..." Steve mewls softly, nuzzling further into his Daddy's leather jacket. He's sucking on his thumb; Clint can hear the soft, wet sound of his pretty little mouth round his thumb. Jesus, the man thought, his cock stiffening in his biker jeans. If he didn't get home and get Steve on his thick cock in a few seconds, the poor thing would surely start crying. He's been wonderfully patient and sweet the whole trip but even Clint can feel just how tired and desperate his boy had become.

"Shh, it's okay darlin'." He soothes, just as the roof of his cabin emerges into view. The mottled canopy of green trees looms behind the discreet wooden cabin like a great, comforting blanket, welcoming them home. He feels Steve perk up behind him, raising his head and peeking out from behind his Daddy's shoulder, eyes blinking slowly. He tilts his head slightly at the small but cozy-looking cabin nestled deep within the forest. Clint cuts off the bike and gives Steve a nudge.

"Go on baby. Hop off."

Steve is slow to register because of how far he's dropped but he climbs off the bike on shaky legs anyway, black and white converse making steady imprints on the sandy ground. He stands there awkwardly, staring sadly down at his shoes, hands twisting together idly. Clint kicks the stand on his bike and walks over to his boy after a leisurely stretch.

"C'mon baby girl. Up, up!" He coos excitedly at Steve who blinks up at him with those large eyes, frowning quizzically at his Daddy's actions. Clint gestures at his back, as if he wanted him to hop on and Steve giggles happily when he finally understands. He mounts Clint's back with one wiggly leap, the man grunting under the weight of the supersoldier. But he sticks to his guns, picks up their two duffel bags and trudges in into the cabin, Steve curled up on his back like a little turtle.

"Aghh." Clint sighs heavily, his back relieved of the weight as Steve slides down from his shoulders to slump gradually to the floor on his knees. He feels around at the freshly vacuumed carpet and marvels at how soft it is under his fingers. Clint pets his soft, blonde hair gently, heart bursting at how sweetly those crystal blue eyes blink up at him, a brilliant grin on that American sweetheart face.

"Daddy's pretty angel." He coos, gazing down at his little boy. Steve's eyes droop even more as he holds his arms up in the air, pouting at the shirt he's currently covered in. Clint obliges, slipping the soft, white cotton tank over Steve's head, his blonde hair mussed up in all directions. He looks adorably disoriented for a while, like a confused little kitten, sitting there on the carpet with his legs sprawled on either side of him, his hair all fluffy. Clint unzips his tiny jean shorts and orders him to stand up to slip those off, leaving his sweet little girl in nothing but a sheer, baby pink thong.

"Hmm... so sexy baby girl." Clint groans, rubbing his half hard cock through his jeans as Steve lowers himself to the floor again, settling between his Daddy's legs. Clint relaxes back into the couch, petting Steve's hair as he nuzzles into his denim-clad crotch, inhaling deep. He's so low, so deep into subspace that he doesn't even realize he's humping against his Daddy's leg like the bitch he is.

"Dada... please..." He gurgles, drooling spit on Clint's knee. His little pink cock is hard, and wet dripping precum and soaking through his pastel pink panties. Clint pets his little girl's hair lovingly and raises his leg for her to hump better against it. He loves when Steve gets like this, deep and lost that he can't even find it in himself to be ashamed. He's desperate for his Daddy and he wants to find relief. Despite how small it is, his little boy clit sends powerful strokes of arousal deep within his belly, making him almost ravenous to be impaled on his Daddy's prick.

"It's okay baby girl, c'mere." Clint rumbles, lifting Steve from the floor to sit on his lap like a child. He snakes his hand to go around Steve's tiny waist, fingers sliding under the fragile strap of his baby's panties. He wrings it round his finger, yanking it hard. Steve gasps with a little oh! before burying his face in his Daddy's chest. The thong rips a little but doesn't break completely, the fabric rubbing deliciously against Steve's puffy, swollen hole.

Clint yanks hard again and finally the panties rip from around him, Steve crying out as his Daddy brings the ripped and soiled underwear to his face. He can see the wet spot left by his boy clit, the precum slick and dripping from the wispy material.

"Open your mouth baby." Clint orders, one hand gripping the back of Steve's head, fingers in his girl's hair as Steve goes limp on top of him. Clint's hips thrust a little in arousal at that, the man obsessed with the way Steve goes slack whenever he grabs him by the hair or the throat. There was something about that kind of behaviour that just struck something carnal and animalistic inside him. Made him think dirty, filthy thoughts about owning Steve, and claiming his little blonde sweetheart from the inside out. And in a way, Steve did belong to him- to them, all of his Daddies.

"Daddy..." Steve whimpers, lids low, pretty blonde lashes dusting his cheekbones.

"Open up baby girl, that's it. That's it." He growls, bunching up the soiled panties in his hand before shoving it in Steve's mouth, gagging his baby boy. Steve moans around the fabric, his tiny waist rolling like a snake, desperate for some kind of friction against his bare skin. Clint reaches for his tiny cock, fingering just under his small balls, pressing down on his perineum. Steve's cries are muffled by the underwear as his Daddy's finger slips dangerously close to his pink hole.

"You want my finger sweetheart? Hm? You need Daddy's finger in your tight cunt?" He taunts his baby, pulling firmly on the little, reddened cocklet. Steve's always been small, much to his Daddies' glee. They loved treating it like a clit, fingering and sucking it until Steve came over five times, his thighs shaking and spread wide open. It served absolutely no purpose but for a way for Steve to cum, which only made him that more alluring.

"Mmhmm..." Steve sobs through his stuffed mouth. He earns a firm slap on the cheek and another before his entire face blushes peach in the afternoon sun. Clint was always the more rugged and authoritative of all his Daddies. The man was like a true Alpha, often extremely possessive of Steve. He'd put the gorgeous sub in a collar with his name engraved across the plate if he could. Would go as far as to put little Steven on a leash and parade him out in public if he could. Steve was his baby though he shared the pretty boy with his other Daddies.

And he was exceptionally pleased to have him for the weekend.

"What d'you say sport? Wanna ride me? Hm? Or do you wanna suck on my cock while I sort out a few of SHIELD'S transactions?"

Steve pouts and makes a pitiful whining sound, hissing as his Daddy slaps his little prick.

"I know I said I wouldn't do any work sweetheart but Daddy has to. Uncle Fury's got some runts in emergency and they can't wait." He soothes his baby, petting Steve's hair and planting a soft kiss on his lips before pulling out the panties and sticking his tongue in. Steve obediently opens up his mouth for his Daddy, letting the man dominate the kiss, accommodating his tongue with a pleasured moan.

Clint breaks away reluctantly, grinning at Steve's mournful cry. "Tell you what, lover. Why don't you go bring me a beer, and then make me a sandwich? I'll get this SHIELD stuff done without the distraction provided by your ass and that way, we can have more time to play. Hm? How's that sound sugar?"

Huge blue eyes glare at him as Steve pouts, his cherry red lips slightly swollen from their kiss. "No." He grumps, earning an amused cackle from his Daddy and a swat on the ass.

"Don't make me punish you baby girl." He warns though his tone is anything but threatening. He knows it isn't fair to Steve- none of it was. Hell, he would've gladly ignored Fury's orders if they didn't have international implications. But a man's work was never done, no matter how pretty and inviting his little miss looked.

"Now, lemme just plug you up nice and full." He murmurs gently, digging in his duffel for Steve's baby pink butt plug. It's got a white diamond at the base- nothing but expensive stuff for his Princess. It's thick, and has a length of about nine and a half inches. Enough for Steve to feel everything while he worked in the kitchen.

"Ùh- ...D- Daddy..." Steve gasps, body pulling taut as Clint starts sliding in the lubed plug into his anus. The fat head of the plug breaches was his tight ring with a lewd pop, before it squelches deeper into his hole, stopping at the wide base. He's so fucking full that it takes a while for him to adjust. Clint holds his hand through it, kissing his temple as he sobs, clenching and unclenching his hole to adjust.

"How's it feel in your pussy baby?" Clint hisses in his ear, biting down on the soft lobe.

"Hurts." He whimpers in response, burying his head in Clint's neck. He's been empty for a few days as the team had been busy with several missions that were consecutively annoying. None of them had been able to fill or fuck Steve properly and Steve hadn't been granted the time to drop, having been a major part of the group's operations. He'd obviously tightened up within that space of time so, taking an almost ten inch plug into his hole at the moment was a huge feat.

"Shh, shh. It's okay love, Daddy's got you. You can take it, hm? That pussy can take a lot darlin'. Trust me I know. It'll only hurt for a while baby." He whispers soothingly whilst petting Steve's downy hair gently. The boy wails as Clint pushes the plug in even deeper, the base pressed up against his cheeks.

"You want the gag darlin? Hm? Wanna be stuffed from both ends?"

Steve nods through pained tears, his stomach a little swollen from the intrusion. Clint takes the gag, made to look like a thick cock, and straps it in after shoving it into Steve's pretty mouth. He sends the boy off with a light pat on the ass before getting down to his work.

God, he was going to fucking kill Fury for this.

*

Ten minutes later Steve brings him his beer, ice cold and already cracked open, and places a Swiss ham and cheese sandwich on his work desk. He growls appreciatively, taking a sip of Budweiser before caressing Steve's cheek tenderly.

"Thank you, gorgeous." He grins at the boy who beams proudly at the compliment. He obediently drops to his knees beside his Daddy, eyes lowered respectfully. Clint carefully takes the gag out of his mouth, wiping at the spit that had drooled down his chin from his swollen lips. He sticks two fingers in his baby's mouth, pressing down firmly on his pink tongue, forcing the boy's mouth wide open.

"Look at me sweetheart." He whispers, chest thumping hard as gorgeous baby blue eyes blink up at him, long, feminine lashes fluttering prettily as Steve blinks slowly. A thick string of saliva drips from his lips, wet and shiny, just like how Clint likes his pretty baby.

"Good girl..." He exhales, eyes hooded with desire as Steve nuzzles softly into his palm. He's slow, almost drunken with his movements, planting soft "muah" kisses on his Daddy's hand. Clint grins proudly, scratching his boy's head before tilting his chin upward.

"Gonna keep me warm baby girl?"

The enthusiastic nod he gets from his baby is enough so he sends Steve off with a smack on the ass, the blonde crawling under the table to settle between his legs. Bright and focused blue eyes track the man's fingers intently as he unzips his jeans and takes out his thick cock. Steve's eyes flutter as it smacks him in the cheek, warm and alive in Clint's hand. He drags it across Steve's peachy cheeks, leaving a thin, translucent trail of semen on the skin. He takes Steve's small moan as encouragement and slaps his cock on the boy's pretty face a couple of times.

"There we go baby boy," He rumbles, sighing and leaning his head back as the tip of his cock traced the length of Steve's plush lips. "Open up... that's a good boy."

He slips his cock into Steve's mouth the moment he opens those pretty, cherry red lips. Steve hums appreciatively around the thick, solid length in his mouth and sucks in his cheeks to grip his Daddy tighter. His throat tickles and convulses a little as the fat, cockhead brushes the back of it, gagging him effectively.

"Oh, that's it sugar. Keep it in there. Daddy's got work to do, so I'm gonna need you to be a good little boy and keep me warm until I'm done. Okay princess?"

Steve simply hums around the thick length, knowing he's not allowed to slip from his Daddy's prick until he's told to. And he's an obedient little slut if anything.

Pretty soon, his eyes slip closed, warm saliva and precum drooling down his pretty face. He hears Clint typing away on his laptop, grumbling to himself, taking lengthy gulps of beer in between. Pages flick back and forth idly and the occasional scratching of a pen scribbling on paper irritate his ears as he tries his best not to swallow around his Daddy's length. He's had a tough few weeks and though he'd spent time with T'Challa in Wakanda, his other Daddies had still demanded that he take an extra weekend, just to be sure.

To be sure of what, Steve didn't know.

But he took their suggestions in stride, being the respectful boy they'd taught him to be. Despite this however, he found his patience and obedience being stretched thin by his Daddy who was currently filling out another appraisal. Of course, it wasn't Clint's fault he'd been assigned with SHIELD homework out of the blue. That blame would go to Nicholas J. Fury, the Director of SHIELD and on other days, Steve's Uncle.

Steve could hear the man's voice through the speakers right now. He frowns, still not fully understanding how Clint could be here and still talk to Fury who was all the way in Manhattan, in real time. Modern technology still bamboozled him but his Daddies were always there to patiently explain everything. Bruce had been the one to explain video calls and satellites and wireless connections.

And that's how the idea spawned.

"Yeah well you're gonna have to wait for those reports man. I just did two and sent em, be satisfied with that." Clint grumbles, swigging his beer.

Steve hears Fury sigh over the speakers. "I know it was last minute but I need those files for the meeting tomorrow Barton."

"Yeah well, you'll get an by tomorrow evening. That's the best I can do."

There's a dramatic pause and then, "The best you can do?! You better not let me down in front of the World Court or else I'll tell everyone Hawkeye turned into a goddamn pigeon and he ain't an Avenger no more!"

Steve nearly chokes on Clint's cock and snickers before the man's hand tugs on his hair firmly.

Clint scoffs, "Really? I dare you t-"

"Don't you forget about that solid you owe me for sending Maria in your place to that Avengers Kids Visit!" Fury barks.

Steve snickers again and earns a light cuff to the ear. He grabs his Daddy's hand and sucks on the man's thumb, distracting him a little.

Clint sighs, stroking his cock while Steve holds the other hand hostage with his mouth.

"I seriously couldn't make it to the Ronald McDonald Hou-"

"Couldn't make it my ass. You were on a bender with that fool, Wade Wilson! Don't think I didn't know Barton! I got eyes on all o' my agents!"

"Well, eye if we're paying attention to detail-" Clint mutters but Fury hears it anyway and Steve can swear he hears the man's ears steaming with rage. It's like a volcano waiting to explode.

"CLINT BARTON YOU MOTHERFU-"

"Hi Uncle Fury!" Steve greets sweetly, climbing out from under the table and waving at the man on the laptop monitor.

"Stevie!" Fury exclaims guiltily, his feigned enthusiasm marred by the murderous eye he sets on Barton. Clint sends him a shit-eating grin as he pulls Steve onto his lap.

Steve puts on his best smile, despite being acutely aware that he looks like a second-rate slut who'd just gone for a ride on some Daddy dick. His face was a blushing mess, spit and precum dripping down his mouth, chin and neck while his lips were swollen and slick from cockwarming his Daddy for at least an hour already. His fluffy blonde hair is a mess, the telltale smush of a rough hand going straight over the top of his head, leaving a few longer strands falling into his pretty blue eyes.

"Hey sweet thing! Where we're you hiding all this time?" Fury coos, grinning at him through the screen as Steve waves a dainty little hand at the man. Fury waves back at the precious boy, ignoring Natasha as she walks by in the background.

Steve frowns, his big, blue eyes thinking really hard. "Well, Daddy and I were supposed to have special time but then, he said he had work to do and so he blew me off to finish up his assignments." He pouts, those doe-eyes piercing Fury through the screen. Clint grins cheekily at the Director, squeezing Steve's ass firmly.

"See that Nick? You're inconveniencing my boy. We had plans for tonight."

"Shut up Clint."

Fury sends Clint a withering glare before he softens to smile at Steve who blinks up innocently at him. The puppy face almost always works on Fury.

"Aw darlin, I'm terribly sorry. Y'know what? Maybe I can find someone else."

"Yah don't say, Director Fury?" Clint taunts, huge grin on his stupid face.

Fury narrows his eye at him, snorting. "I think I can find another lazy, crackerbarrel agent somewhere around here to do those reports."

Clint screws up his nose at the jab. "Alright, layin it on thick there Fury-"

"See ya Monday sweet thing." Fury says sweetly before his gaze turns to Clint. "You owe me two solids now Pigeon."

The screen goes blank and they both sigh in relief, Steve's arms wrapped around his Daddy's neck, legs spread on either side of the man's waist. He nuzzles into Clint's neck, nibbling at the raised veins there. Clint pets his head as soft purring sounds begin to emit from his throat.

"You gotta be careful Daddy. If you don't start behaving, Uncle Fury's gonna kick you off the team." The blonde whispers scandalously, subconsciously grinding down on his Daddy's lap, humping the man like a desperate bitch in heat.

"Don't worry about him honey. I'm just glad I get to fuck this pussy right now." Clint growls, standing up while Steve wraps his limbs around his body like a koala.

"Oh!" Steve gasps, feeling rough hands on his plump butt, holding him close.

"Fuck all this shit." All the papers he'd been working on scatter noisily to the floor with a single shove. The laptop remains at the head of the table, out of reach. Clint's sure that if it had been any closer it would've gotten tossed off the table as well. Stark could always get him another laptop.

"Get up on that table sweet thing, and spread those Bambi legs open for Daddy." He orders, Steve blushing furiously as he obeys, lying back on the smooth, wooden surface, his legs splitting wide for his Daddy, revealing his little, pink cock and his plugged hole.

"So good baby." He growls, promptly ripping the plug out of Steve's hole. His boy whimpers, clenching around it hard, his body missing the feeling of being completely and utterly filled.

"In me Daddy. Please, I want you in me." Steve begs, wrapping his legs tight around Clint's waist. His eyes slam shut and a soft cry escapes his lips as his Daddy's thick cock slips inside. Clint growls predatorily at the sensations of his little boy's pussy fluttering around his cock. Steve's so slick and hot inside, it makes him want to stay in there forever. But he quickly presses a kiss to Steve's lips, and pulls out, only to slam back in with fervor.

"G- ah! Daddy! Yes Daddy! Yes!" Steve wails, totally unfazed by the sheets of paper currently getting torn to shreds under him. The rustling adds to the cacophony of sounds that generates from their lovemaking; all of Clint's harsh grunts and growls and all of Steve's whining cries and airy gasps. He's being pummeled in the best of ways and it's like euphoria when he cums, soaking himself in his own juices. Clint's grip on his waist tightens when he feels his baby cumming.

"S- sorry- m'sorry Daddy!" The poor thing cries but Clint shakes his head, grinning like a lion with prey in its jaws.

"It's okay baby girl, cum as much as you want. Daddy's not gonna punish you tonight." He grunts, thrusting hard and deep into Steve's hole. He's about two seconds and a hundredth thrust from losing it, but he holds on for his darling boy, jerking his slick little cocklet, sending Steve's body into overstimulated spasms.

"Da- uh! Daddy- Daddy s- stop please! Ooh- Daddy please please-"

He's quickly becoming incoherent, sentences becoming spit-slick slurrs of words stringed together into some mangled, unrecognizable plea. His poor little prick squirts weakly one last time before Clint releases him, holding his hand out for Steve to clean up his own juices. He cums the minute that little pink tongue slips out of swollen red lips to lick at the mess glistening on his hand.

"F- fuck- oh fuck sweetheart! Fuck, I'm cummin-!"

He doesn't bother to ask where his baby wants it, giving in to the pleasure of his powerful arousal and cumming all over Steve's belly. Thick, white stripes lie across that flat, pale stomach, glistening in the evening sun. Huge blue eyes gaze up at Clint, dazed and dopey before looking down at the mess of semen on his belly. Steve's drunk on it; shaky fingers coming up to smear the cum all over his skin like lotion before he brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking greedily on them while Clint hovers above him, breathing hot and heavy.

"Jesus fuck Princess." He sighs heavily, sliding his index finger through what was left of his seed on Steve's belly before bringing the finger to his baby's lips.

"Mhm, you're so hungry for it. Aren't you? Such a hungry boy."

Steve obediently suckles on the finger, completely unaware of the camera that had not actually been turned off on the laptop.

Clint grins devilishly at it however, his eyes glinting mischievously at Fury through the monitor while he feeds his slick cock into Steve's willing mouth to clean.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed and I hope to update soon!

Chapter 6: Hurt Me Good

Summary:

Bruce gets angry and Steve drops low.

Notes:

I finished this at 1 in the morning and i got really sleepy but I wanted to finish it so bad. :,(

Hurt Me Good

 

"Hey- stop-! Stop playing around and sit still- ...please?"

"Nope! Don't like needles Daddy." Steve replies stubbornly, sticking his tongue out at Bruce as the man glances down at the syringe in his hand, considering it.

The team often had these monthly check-ups, especially after long and gruelling missions. It kept them well-informed and prepared for any medical or biological mishaps that they might encounter in the future. Other than that, it was just a good practice to get into. As the hero lifestyle went, anything could happen; and therefore medical checks were a vital part of an Avenger's life. At least, that principle applied to most of them.

Steven Grant Rogers on the other hand, was a right menace.

He religiously avoided medical reports, claiming that the 'super-strong' serum would "take care of it." Of course, he wasn't as naive to constantly keep relying on the magical powers of the serum but, whenever it came time to visit Bruce's lab, Steve found himself highly reluctant and unwilling. Bruce should be used to Steve's flighty behaviour by now.

He really wasn't.

"C'mon sugar. One little prick of pain, an unpleasant tugging as I draw some blood out and then-"

"And then nothin!" Steve pouted, crossing his arms childishly as he sat on the silver table. "It's creepy! Blood's s'posed to stay inside the body Daddy. Not out of it."

Bruce fights the unrelenting urge to roll his eyes at Steve's juvenile antics. He's honestly had a rough day and Steve's behaviour really isn't helping at all.

"C'mon Princess. Don't give me a hard time, not today. We do this every month."

"Doesn't make me hate it any less." Steve mutters quietly, frowning hard at the floor. He was pretty insistent on having his way today and that was something Bruce couldn't tolerate, at least not when his pressure was so high and his blood was pounding through the roof.

"Alright, for once I'm gonna be serious. Let me do what I'm supposed to or you won't get the surprise I have for you tonight."

Steve's blue eyes light up at that, the cute blonde blinking stupidly back at his Daddy with a tiny smile on his face.

"Surprise?" He hums happily, nuzzling into Bruce's neck. He noses at the skin there whilst nibbling down on the raised veins of the man's neck. Bruce slips between his spread legs and holds him close for a few seconds. He's got on nothing but a pair of form-fitting black cotton shorts, the rest of his body bare and glowing. A deep, purring sounds from the base of his throat as Bruce's hands come up to massage the back of his neck, just where the short blonde strands meet skin.

"Mhm, a nice surprise for my Princess. But only if you behave yourself. And let me take a look at you."

A small, unhappy whine leaves Steve's lips and he pulls away, shaking his head. "Don't want to."

"It's for your own good Princess-" Bruce tries but Steve's really pushing it now.

"No, Daddy please-"

"Steve." Bruce warns, feeling a hot, bubbling sensation erupt from deep within his body. It's familiar- threateningly so and he has to shove away from Steve to catch his breath.

"I don't like the needles Daddy-"

"We don't have to use th-"

"No-" Steve growls shoving Bruce back a few steps.

It takes him exactly zero seconds to realize what he's done wrong; and at least one second for the sweet, kind-hearted Bruce Banner to turn into a hulking green mass of pure muscle and rage. Steve gasps in shock as the Hulk forms before his eyes, growing taller and bigger by the second until he's towering over Steve on the table. The frightened soldier scrambles to the floor without a second thought, landing clumsily on all fours.

"Daddy-!" Steve cries, way too lost in his headspace to order his body and his brain to work together to get himself to safety. It's difficult to be Captain America right now. He's a mess of rubber legs and shaky hands as he ducks a mean swing from Hulk.

"SMASH!" The creature roars, smacking the examining table out of his way as he tracks Steve like a hungry lion. Steve's pleas and screams go unheard as he is backed into the chrome wall behind him. He ducks just in time to miss a huge green fist that was meant for his face, the limb punching an ugly hole in the wall instead.

"J- JARV-! JARVIS!" Steve calls, hating how sloppy and unpracticed his movements seemed. Try as he might however, he couldn't get his mind to function right. He stumbled, tripped over his own feet and went down hard to his knees.

"HULK SMASH!" Hulk bellowed, swinging his arms and roaring as he connected with Steve's body, flinging him into the walls. The chrome plates covering it shatters, pieces of concrete and plaster raining down on Steve as he falls to the ground, unconscious. Hulk's rage is uncontainable as he stomps towards Steve's unmoving form on the floor.

"Woah woah, big guy! Take it easy."

The Hulk growls, his attentions drawn to Tony who was fully armoured with the Iron Man suit, repulsor rays ready to shoot at a moment's notice.

"C'mon now Bruce, sun's getting real low." Tony says gently, trying not to focus on Thor who was currently lifting Steve's body from off the ground. There was blood smearing the back of his head and he whimpered as he curled into Thor's arms.

"HULK SMASH!" The beast roars again, jolting Steve from his state of unconsciousness. But his blue eyes are barely open before the God of Thunder whisks him out of there. He couldn't be anywhere near Banner right now.

"Dammit Bruce. It's me. It's Tony. Your best pal, hm? Don't make me get Buster for you. We can deal with this like adults right buddy?" Tony grins steadily, the face plate of his suit opening to reveal his face. They'd established long ago that emotional connection was the main way to get the Hulk to retreat into his shell. Seeing a familiar face helped Banner break free of his hold. Tony had no idea how this had even happened, but he was livid and worried. Bruce had never let it get this far whenever Steve was around. He'd make sure to follow the right protocols when it came to protecting Steve- especially when he was in subspace.

A wild bellow interrupts his thoughts and he quickly refocuses, the golden face plate coming back down over his eyes. The Hulk charges at him, his every step making the ground shake and tremble like an earthquake. The beast swings his great arms, barely catching Iron Man before he's hit with several charges from the repulsors. It discombobulates him momentarily, giving Tony time to land a few good punches.

"Bruce-"

"ARGHHHH!" Hulk booms, falling backwards to the ground as Tony's lasers slice into his skin, charring the flesh. His rage intensifies, and he powers through the heat beams to get to his feet. The green glow in his eyes tells Tony that there's no other choice but to call on the HulkBuster.

"JARV?"

"On it Sir." The AI answers almost immediately, deploying the machine and readjusting its coordinates to their location. Tony knows he's got a couple seconds to wait but he isn't stupid enough to put anything past Hulk. He was a grade A asshole and the complete opposite to Bruce. And he would strike again.

"I'm gonna enjoy punching your lights out." He grunts at the beast, dealing it an impressive blow to the head just as JARVIS informs him of the HulkBuster's arrival. The Hulk staggers on his feet, his roars dying down as he becomes disoriented from Tony's punch. The red and gold armor of the Hulk-sized suit immediately get to work, restraining the beast before any more damage is done.

The quiet that infiltrates the room after the Hulk is bound erodes Tony's state of mind and instantly gives rise to his anxiety. He takes one more look at the dark smear of blood on the floor where Steve had been, eyes hooded and his jaw set.

 

...................

 

Four days.

Bruce hasn't been out of his room in four days.

They're all getting worried, hell- they'd been worried after day two when he hadn't showed up.

But now, it was just agonizing.

Sure, he'd ordered JARVIS to update the rest of them on his mental state, but not physically seeing him was another story altogether. They were nervous and terrified that he'd done something to make up for what had happened, and rightfully so, as Bruce had once confessed to attempted suicide as one of his ways to "cope."

Tony had done his best, monitoring the room, keeping JARVIS on high alert for any sign of madness.

But to no avail.

They had all been on edge when day four came around the corner; especially Steve. The poor thing had spent those four days coddled and totally surrounded by his Daddies. They had insisted on him getting as much rest as possible but- how could he? He was the reason they were in this mess and there was nothing he could do to fix it. So he'd spent his days with his eyes wide shut, pretending to rest easy with his Daddies when all he wanted to do was make things right. He longed to be with Bruce; to bury his face in the man's chest and apologize for being so stupid.

So dumb and so selfish.

If he'd just kept his mouth shut, and taken the damn medical-, he kept thinking while the rest of his Daddies slept around him.

The back of his head was bandaged, where some sharp object- probably chrome from the wall- had sliced into his scalp after he'd been tossed around by the Hulk. His body trembled at the memory and he closes his eyes tightly, suppressing the sob that rises from his throat. Tears well up in his eyes and leak down his cheeks in cold tracks. He hates himself for what he'd done, but can't seem to find the strength to tell any of his Daddies how he really feels inside. He knew if he did, they'd just give him that same adoring smile, like he could do no wrong and kiss his forehead like he deserved it, when all he deserved was a swift kick out the door.

Tony's arm tightens around his waist as his body trembles with the effort it takes to hold back his cries. When he glances behind him, he sees that the man is still asleep, his brows creased as if he's in the middle of a fitful dream. Steve wriggles out of his hold as gently as he can, pressing a soft kiss to his Daddy's cheek before sliding off the bed. He's slept with his Daddies almost every day this week, much to his reluctant pleasure. Usually he'd be in their beds for reasons much more pleasant than the current one, but now it just felt like they were smothering him. Overprotective and over-bearing as if he were some precious thing that needed constant vigilance instead of Bruce.

He was the one that really needed their help.

So, with equal amounts of fervor and nervousness -made even worse by the fact that he was deep in subspace, he quietly plods his way to Bruce's room, bare feet barely making a sound on the cold floors. He looks stupid and cute at the same time, almost drowning in Thor's shirt, right collarbone all exposed and buttons done up unevenly. The shirt barely passes thighs, exposing those long, glorious legs. And if it shifts just right, the baby blue silk panties can peek out from under it, like some kind of seductive tease.

Steve rubs at his eyes sleepily as he knocks on Bruce's door.

"Daddy?"

His voice sounds whiny and mournful to his own ears as he waits hopefully for a response. He sways on his feet a little, but steadies himself and wipes at a few stray tears from his face with the sleeve of Thor's oversized shirt. He knocks again after a long stretch of silence and shivers from the coldness biting at his exposed skin.

"Daddy please. It's me..." He calls, forehead pressed against the door.

A cold and severely unpleasant sensation throbs in his stomach and he whimpers out, scared and alone in the dark hallway that led to Bruce's room. He's not in the right frame of mind to be alone right now, which is why he was with Tony, but he was desperate. He needed to see Bruce- needed to say how sorry he was. And how stupid he'd been.

"Please Daddy. Open the door... m'sorry... please?" He begs again, sobbing out loud this time. He wipes at his face but the tears keep coming.

This was it...

His mind is filled with images and thoughts of Bruce being mad at him. He imagines the man, staring at him passively, the disappointment heavy in his eyes. And if it was one thing Steve feared the most other than losing one of his Daddies, it was disappointing them. He couldn't bear the thought of it because that meant that they gave up on him-

"Steve?"

The blonde startles and takes a step back at the sound of Bruce's soft voice. His hair is all messed up and all over the place, like he'd been sleeping. And there are heavy shadows under his eyes, in places where Steve's own eyes are red-rimmed and swollen from crying. The grey t-shirt and black sweatpants hug his fit body warmly though, and despite the obvious guilt in his eyes, he looks good and inviting.

"D- Daddy..." Steve stammers weakly, lowering his head respectfully. He's so deep in that headspace, he'd do anything to gain his Daddy's forgiveness.

"Baby, what are you doing up so late? And why are you barefooted? It's freezing." Bruce fusses, pulling Steve inside and shutting the door. He goes to step away to grab the blanket on his bed but Steve just crashes into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Bruce can barely make out the words as his boy cries into his chest, tears soaking his t-shirt.

"M'sorry Daddy... didn't mean to make you mad. So sorry... I'm a brat... stupid- so stupid-"

"St- hey, baby hey, look at me. Look at me, Steve." Bruce interrupts gently, injecting a small amount of authority in his voice to get Steve to look at him.

His heart almost shatters at the sight of those huge blue eyes, rimmed red and puffy, like he's been crying non-stop. He sighs heavily, picking up Steve and carrying him over to the bed. He makes them comfortable, his back against the headboard while Steve curls up in his lap, head against his chest. His body shakes with irregular spasms, his sobs suppressed and silent now. He tries to hide himself in his Daddy's chest but Bruce places a light hand on his jaw, tilting his face up.

"You didn't do anything wrong sweetheart." He whispers, thumb stroking over Steve's tear-stained cheek. His chest twinge painfully when Steve shakes his head.

"Made you mad." He pouts, staring down his Daddy's chest.

"No, you didn't." Bruce reassures his baby, wrapping the soft blanket around them to prevent the cold from seeping into Steve's bones. He hates the cold.

"Was stupid. Didn't listen to you." Steve mutters, his voice muffled as he presses his face into Bruce's neck.

The scientist smiles gently and kisses Steve's temple. "No. You're far from stupid baby. I was the problem. I'd been struggling to keep Hulk at bay for some time now, and I didn't tell you or Tony or anyone. And that put the entire team at risk. I went on unchecked and- ...I hurt you in the process. That's something I'll never forgive myself for."

Steve perks up at that and shakes his head insistently, holding Bruce's face in his hands. "No. No Daddy you didn't mean it. You didn't. I'm okay-"

"Of course you're not." Bruce scathes and immediately regrets it at the hurt look that flashes across Steve's pretty face. He reaches a hand out to trace along the back of Steve's head, feeling past the soft strands of hair to stop at the edge of the bandage currently plastered over the wound.

"No Daddy, it's just a little cut-" Steve starts to protest but is cut off by Bruce who pulls him in an extremely sincere embrace.

"I'm so sorry baby. Please forgive me."

Steve frowns sadly down at the man, easing out of his hold temporarily to spread his legs on either side of his waist. Thor's shirt rides up, showing off the bare skin of his smooth thighs. He takes Bruce's hands in his and places them on his thighs, rolling his hips shyly against the man's crotch.

"Baby-" Bruce starts, but Steve bends down and silences him with a soft and timid kiss.

"Don't ever apologize to me Daddy. It's not your place." He whispers, bowing his head submissively.

"I can't-" Bruce replies with a shuddery breath as his cock starts to stir.

"Then I forgive you." Steve whimpers, smiling slightly as Bruce reaches up to wipe at his teary eyes.

"I missed you Daddy." He sobs, riding in Bruce's lap like the little champ he is.

"Yeah?" Bruce indulges, voice heavy and raspy with lust. He squeezes Steve's thighs, rubbing along the baby soft skin until he reaches that pert butt.

"Mhm." Steve keens, throwing his head back as his Daddy slaps both cheeks at once.

"I missed you too sweetheart." Bruce rasps, teasing his baby's hole. It feels soft and smooth under his fingertips, almost as if Steve hadn't been touched there in days.

That thought causes a surge of possessiveness to course through him like hot flames of arousal.

"Missed feeling you inside me..."

"Yeah? What else?" He asks quietly, but Steve knows a command when he hears one.

"Missed your hands on me."

"Mhm?"

"Yes Daddy. Missed you. Take me please? Want you to take me." The boy whines, riding his Daddy like a horse despite the several layers of restrictive clothing his cock is hidden under. The friction is lovely but it's not enough. Steve's hungry for it and so is Bruce.

"Use your words Princess. Talk to me dirty." He growls, pulling off his shirt and tossing it somewhere on the ground behind Steve.

Steve whimpers and starts unbuttoning Thor's shirt with clumsy, uncoordinated fingers. "Fuck me Daddy. Please. I'll be a good boy, I promise."

Bruce sits up at that, slapping Steve's useless hands away and ripping off Thor's shirt from Steve's glorious body. He sighs pleasantly, eyeing Steve predatorily as the boy arches his back, throwing his head back and lifting his chest to show off those pretty tits. Thor's shirt goes flying, landing somewhere in the darkness.

"Oh! Daddy- mmmhmm!" Steve whines as his Daddy's lips close around his left nipple, sucking it hard and teasing it with his teeth. Steve's got the most beautiful pair of tits Bruce has ever seen, and by some blessing, the beautiful boy was super sensitive there. So Bruce played with them, eliciting gorgeous, desperate sounds from Steve's pretty mouth.

"Yes- yes Daddy...!"

"Good boy." Bruce grunts, going to his knees on the bed, firm hands encouraging Steve to get on all fours in front of him. He quickly undoes his sweatpants, shoving it down his thighs, his incredibly thick cock springing out of his underwear to slap Steve's cheek. The boy blushes darkly, licking his cherry red lips at the sight of his Daddy's cock. Blue eyes widen animatedly as Bruce grips it at the base, sliding the head teasingly across that pretty angel face, a wet string of precum smearing on his cheeks and lips.

"You still my good little baby boy?"

Steve blinks up at him and nods earnestly, always eager to please. "Yes Da- ur- ghhh- ...mmm...!"

He doesn't finish his response because Bruce is already shoving his cock inside his pretty mouth. Steve whimpers around the fat length, convulsing slightly as it hits the back of his throat. He sinks down on it, body going lax as he feels Bruce's hand grip the back of his neck. It's like a neutralizing point for Steve, whenever any of his Daddies grip him by the neck. He just immediately goes pliant and boneless, perfect for dominating.

"C'mon baby. Suck it. Please me." Bruce grunts, thrusting hard into Steve's wet and willing mouth. His Princess just hollows out his cheeks and purses his pretty lips, like he was born to suck cock.

"Good... so good Princess." Bruce rasps, eyes laser-focused on the way Steve's tiny waist grinds down into the mattress, practically humping it to gain some form of delicious friction. Steve's been waiting for it, he can tell.

He pulls out of that sweet mouth and chuckles softly as Steve whines sadly at the loss of the thick, heady weight on his pink tongue.

"It's okay baby," Bruce whispers, moving to lie down on the bed, pulling Steve over him. "I want you to be a good boy, and ride me. Can you do that sweetheart?"

Steve's movements are slow, disoriented almost like he's drunk now. Bruce feels a little satisfaction at that, since it's the first time Steve's ever dropped this hard for him. Usually they don't go too far, from fear of provoking or enticing the Hulk's presence. But, after a few days of deep meditation, Bruce actually felt safe to be around Steve in such a vulnerable state. The boy creeps up to him, Bambi legs spread on either side of his waist and waits obediently for instruction. His head is bowed almost reverently, another sign of a deeper subdrop, and Bruce can't help but pet his little boy sweetly.

"So good for me. Hm? It's okay baby, let me just get it in you."

A soft and earnest whine leaves Steve's red, bitten lips as the tip of Bruce's cock slips past the tight ring of muscle. The sounds he makes as Bruce goes deeper are incoherent and slurred, and Bruce doesn't attempt to understand it. His senses heighten as his baby's slick walls envelop his hard length, sending volts of pleasure up his body straight to his fingertips.

"Ah- ahh- hnghhh- Daddy..." The boy cries out softly, a tear sliding down his face as his little pink cock spurts of its own volition.

He's just orgasmed.

Bruce's own cock stiffens even more inside his boy, and he had to grip Steve's hips to keep from losing control.

"Jesus Christ baby. You just came all over yourself. Look at you." He coos sweetly, wiping at Steve's cheeks. He's full-on crying now. He was crying because he came on his Daddy's cock, Bruce thinks. He's incredibly pleased.

"Oh no, don't cry baby. It's okay, hey, look at me. It's alright. These things happen Princess."

Steve gazes at him blankly, with sad, watery blue eyes and a cute little pout on his cocksucking lips. He looks so out of it, and innocent that Bruce thrusts his cock the last of the way in, causing his sweet baby to gasp out brokenly. His strong, super-soldier body goes soft immediately, the boy curling up on his Daddy's chest as he experiences the first few thrusts against his prostate. He's shivering, hard and heavy purrs vibrate against Bruce's ribs. Steve's so low now, it's quite possible that he's forgotten his own name.

"Baby?"

The adorable blonde responds with a soft gurgle, nibbling on Bruce's shoulder idly. The scientist chuckles quietly, stroking the back of Steve's head tenderly. The boy feels like a warm kitten in his arms, soft breaths panting against the cool spit his mouth leaves on his Daddy's skin.

"You're too precious." Bruce grins, gripping Steve by the hips and bouncing him up and down on his cock. The friction on his sensitive skin is unbelievably sinful and it takes everything in him to keep from throwing his baby down on the bed and ramming into him like a savage. He wants to enjoy this; wants to make love to his precious baby, to show him just how sorry he was for losing control. For hurting him.

"C'mon baby boy. Ride me. Ride your Daddy." He rasps, breath hitched as he encourages the cute blonde to roll his hips back and forth, hands clutched tight onto Steve's plump butt, leaving fingerprints.

"D- ...mhmm..." Steve moans wantonly, speeding up his pace.

Bruce is quick to stop him in his stead. "Hold on baby, go slow- I want you to go slow."

"Daddy-" Steve tries to Bruce shakes his head, his grip strong.

"Slow Princess. Feel it. I want you to feel every inch of Daddy's prick inside your pussy." He growls, body shuddering as Steve tightens up on the tip of his cock before sliding back down to the base in incredibly patient increments. He just wants to be good for his Daddy, so there's little to no resistance from him. He obediently slows, his belly curving and flattening with every turn of his perfect hips. His little penis is hard again, blushing a virgin pink and still glistening from his own cum.

"That's my boy. So sweet and precious for me. Hm?"

Steve sobs, body convulsing.

"Don't even know what to do with yourself right now, hm? Got a cock and it's completely useless. Like a little clit, just perfect for you to squirt all over yourself. So small and cute, barely in my hands, hm baby?"

Steve wails as he cums again, curling up into Bruce's neck as his hips thrust sharply a few times. His cries sound tortured now, bordering on pained as Bruce plays with his little cock like a clit.

"D- Daddy- uh- please..."

Bruce finally takes pity and switches their positions, gently lying Steve down on his back and hovering over his baby boy with a predatory grin. He slips his cock in Steve's slick-wet hole just as he kisses the blonde angel, swallowing his desperate cries. More tears slip past Steve's beautiful blue eyes, but this time Bruce doesn't wipe them away. He loves seeing what his cock does to the boy. Loves the fact that it makes him so pliant, submissive and absolutely sweet for more.

"It's alright baby, I'm here. Fuck, Daddy's here baby boy." He gasps out, hips thrusting irregularly as he reaches his climax. He composes himself when he's ready to blow, slipping even deeper inside of his sweet baby boy and holding his position there. Steve outright bawls at the intimate penetration, arms and legs clinging tighter and tighter on to his Daddy's strong body. He wants to be bred just as much as Bruce wants to cum in him.

The man ducks slightly, pressing his lips to Steve's full, pink ones, slipping his tongue inside that hot mouth.

"Cummin' baby- ah fuck... yeah. Yeah, yesss..."

A wet and warm sensation fills Steve and the boy whimpers out weakly, tightening his pussy around the sensations. Bruce keeps filling him with thick semen, a considerable amount that he'd backed up during those four torturous days. He holds on to his baby tighter, thrusting weakly before stilling and sinking his weight on top of Steve's softer, much more pliant body.

"My sweet boy." He hums, nuzzling Steve's sweat-damp hair. The poor thing whimpers weakly, trembling legs spread wide to accommodate his Daddy. He's much too out of it to gather a response so a soft whine is all Bruce gets in reply. He's not mad though, stroking Steve's temple lovingly. He vowed then and there to commit himself to controlling his green counterpart. Hurting Steve was not an option or a mistake he could afford anymore and he knew that.

"I love you sweetheart." He whispers, remaining buried deep inside his baby.

The dizzy, fucked-out sparkle in Steve's eyes echoes the sentiment and for Bruce, that's enough.

Notes:

Enjoy minhoy! Let me know who else you want to take care of bby Steeb ! P.S. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Chapter 7: Atone For Your Sins Love

Summary:

Steve needs to be brought down hard. Who better to ask, than his Daddy, The Punisher?

Notes:

Okay, so I know this wasn't one of the requested ships, BUT, in my defense, I've been thinking a out Steve and Frank Castle for a while. They're just the perfect contrast between soft and hard, pretty and rough, submissive and dominant.

WARNING: Rape Fantasy, talks of drug abuse, gang rape and violence.

Photo creds to (akamatthewmurdock) on Tumblr and (OhCaptainMyCaptain) on Ao3

Atone For Your Sins Love

 

He's fucking pissed.

Hot blood drips down his forehead, past his eyes, splattering onto his jeans and staining the blue denim. His right arm pulses and throbs along with every beat of his heart, the wound from a bullet's graze oozing. He's too high off the adrenaline rush to notice it though. The only thing he feels is pure rage, slipping through his veins like acid, keeping him awake and alive. The semi-automatic in his hand keeps him steady, a comfortable and safe weight he anchors himself to.

Bill was at it again.

He'd been trailing after Frank for months on end, like a blood hound who'd gotten a good whiff of his scent. Madani was missing and he had a good idea of who was responsible for her absence. That was three weeks ago. Lately, he'd felt as if things were getting out of hand, like he couldn't maintain a grip on the situation and it made him mad. Bill was still a ghost story to most but Frank and Madani. They were the only ones that knew he was still alive, and that made their hunt even more perilous. But now that Madani was MIA, things had become considerably more difficult.

The odds were stacked and Bill was just as toxic and elusive as ever.

Frank was back to square one, having been forced to do recon after Bill's trail went cold. Now he was once again forced to deal with lower level fucks who worked for the man. They didn't call him Bill though. To them, he was the boss they deemed, Jigsaw. Overly dramatic, if anyone asked Frank but, then again, no one did ask him.

"Where is Bill?" He scathes, the rusty scrape of his voice echoing in the quiet alley. The man looks scared shitless, and Frank feels proud. His reputation precedes him.

They're in a typical New York alleyway; dark corners, fat rats and the foul stench of garbage. The blackened concrete is strewn with dead bodies, lying in thick pools of blood. The moon sheds a frosty glitter over the streets but none of the light ever touches the wreckage that Frank leaves behind. They were bad men who deserved to die.

"Where is he?!" He growls and the man startles, fighting uselessly against his bonds.

"I don't know! I swear! I-"

"Okay. Where is Madani?"

The man's eyes flicker in recognition of the name and Frank knows he's hit the jackpot. Finding Bill would be futile as no one would know his whereabouts. But Madani- she was the key to finding the sleazy son of a bitch.

"She- ..."

Frank's left eye twitches. "Where is she?!" He snarls, his knuckles cracking against the man's temple. The man cries out, blood gurgling from his mouth, wrists strapped together and legs bound to a swivel chair.

"I don't know any specifics! I just- know she's- she was- taken by Jigsaw! Last we saw of her, was in LA. I swear- I swear."

The bullet puts an end to the man's pathetic whining and crying. Frank searched the corpse for any clues or indicators. He finds an address for an old storage house in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He takes it, shoves it into his pocket and leaves.

Last known sighting... Los Angeles.

Staying on the far side, are we Bill?

 

........................

 

He stows his weapons in the corner of the living room of his modest New York apartment, careful not to make a ruckus. Besides the thin walls, he knows he has company tonight. The kind of company that was way too sweet and delicate and innocent to frighten with his dirty, lethal lifestyle. Of course, his American sweetheart was no stranger to the horrors of man's ways, but, Frank preferred the illusion of his darling's virgin innocence.

He softly treads to the bathroom, switching the fluorescent light on overhead. His reflection stares back at him as he steps up slowly to the sink, haggard and bloody. His green eyes have gone dark, no longer the beautiful shade they'd been when Maria was around, when he was still human. Blood slicks the sides of his head, the buzzed hair prickly under his fingertips. The top is fluffy enough, spattered with only a bit of blood. His shirt is a mess of torn shreds and dark stains that hang off his body like dead skins.

Groaning, he gets to work, cutting off each shred piece by piece until the material slips off his chest. It reveals inches of skin, darkened by nasty bruises and devilish scars that are raised and criss-crossed all over his abdomen. He turns slightly to survey the damages done to his arm and realizes that the bullet may have grazed him a bit deeper than he'd thought. There's an actual groove in his bicep, cutting deep into the muscle and oozing with blood. He steels his jaw, grabbing the bottle of whiskey he'd brought with him and yanking the already unscrewed cork out with his teeth. He takes a huge swig of the amber liquid before pouring the remainder over his wound.

Here's to your last days on this earth Bill.

The thought crosses his mind as easily as a knife in his hands slicing across some sick fucker's throat. He was the predator in this jungle. He was the hungry lion; and Bill was the cowardly little, unsuspecting prey. He decided where and when Bill took his last, dying breath-

"Daddy?"

The word is spoken so gently, he almost doesn't hear it.

Cold, pale arms come to wrap round his shoulders and soft hair tickles the back of his neck as a cool forehead rests on his shoulder. A soft and sleepy murmur coaxes him to slow his breathing and he closes his eyes slowly. His bloodied hands come up to carefully grip the timid hands over his chest. His face hardens at the sight of blood staining those precious little hands. He immediately lets go and manoeuvres out of Steve's innocent touch.

He catches a glimpse of the blonde in the mirror, standing behind him in one of his own t-shirts, all pink, rosy lips, creamy, alabaster skin and baby blue eyes. That pretty blonde hair is a disheveled mess and it sticks out in every direction, soft and fluffy. But Steve looks sad- like a kicked puppy and Frank hates seeing his baby sad.

Especially when he's the cause for it.

He sighs and presses his knuckles on the cheaply tiled bathroom counter. Blood drips into the sink, eerily dark against the bleached white backdrop. He looks away from Steve and shakes his head, growling under his breath. When he looks up again, Steve is frowning sleepily at the bloodstains on his hands. Frank despises seeing his boy so tarnished and sullied. The sad part was that he didn't even know whose blood was on either of them.

Of course it was a mixture of his and the goons he'd merc'd.

He just wasn't sure what was his... and how much of it was theirs...

"Daddy..." Steve calls again and Frank flinches at how gentle the tone is.

He swallows and his throat clicks uncomfortably. "Yeah baby?"

He feels Steve's soft hands touching him, squeezing his sore muscles, rubbing carefully over his heated skin, turning him around until he's facing him. He's amazed at how small Steve seems compared to him, despite the supersoldier being one inch shorter than him. And at six feet, two inches, it was very hard to appear tiny. But his baby did it anyway.

"Look at me."

Frank slams his eyes shut at the gentle command and shakes his head instead, kissing Steve's palm as the boy holds his face hostage. The small, pathetic whine that leaves those plush lips forces his hand and he obeys almost immediately, looking up into those precious blue orbs. The relived smile Steve sends him almost makes him crumble.

"What happened?"

He shakes his head again and kisses Steve's delicate, unscarred knuckles.

"Nothin'. Nothin' happened baby."

"You're lyin' to me." Steve sniffs sadly, the melancholy reflected in his soft, betrayed tone. He hated when Steve knew he was lying before the lie even got a chance to flourish. Moments like these usually came about whenever he hunted Bill. He could never muster up the courage to tell Steve the whole story about his past- worse yet, why it was so fucking important to kill Bill and anyone who was connected to him in any way. Steve was way too good- too pure, to be made privy to his vengeful ways. That was an ugly part of him he never wanted his precious baby to become familiar with.

He sighs, heavy and burdened. "It's just work princess. Nothin' t'be worryin' yourself about."

Steve pouts at him, angry but still adorable somehow. "Of course I'm gonna worry Daddy. M'not stupid. I know you're looking for him."

Frank growls and walks them back until Steve hits the wall. He grabs Steve by the hair and pulls his head back, burying his face in his neck. Steve smells of soft vanilla and strawberries. It's mild yet it infiltrates his senses at the same time, like a baby's smell and Frank can't get enough. He sucks a bruise into that pale, unmarred skin and pulls back to admire his work. Steve's eyes are closed and his cherry red lips are parted, his entire body tensed and ready for his Daddy. He whimpers softly when Frank brushes their noses together, but then the man pulls away and goes back to glaring into the mirror.

"Can't do this tonight kitten." He says roughly, his fists clenched tight and his knuckles white.

Steve trudges up to him from behind and stares at him in the mirror. His blue eyes are electric though a bit glazed- he's already starting to drop. He touches Frank's wounded shoulder timidly, the oozing blood staining his fingertips. It's a violent shade of red against his pale skin. Frank resists the urge to yank his arm away. It would hurt Steve's feelings. Severely.

"But I- ...I need you Daddy..." The boy murmurs softly, a built-in cry seeping into his small voice. He's teetering on the edge of consciousness now, eyes hooded and his lips askew, his senses melding and buzzing out of focus. A different kind of warmth infiltrates his insides and he drops his head, staring down at his feet.

Submission.

Frank observes the changes in his boy with a silent interest, eyes darkening at the way Steve sways on his feet, and how he bites at those red lips- not knowing what to do with himself. Frank had to take charge, take control of his baby boy.

"Baby," He sighs, turning around to steady the blonde, taking his beautiful face into his hands, thumbs stroking his jaw. Steve doesn't dare look up into his Daddy's eyes but he whimpers earnestly. He needs it. Needs it like he needs oxygen to fucking breathe. He lets his fingers trail the expanse of Frank's muscled chest as he lowers himself to his knees, passing over the ridged lines and raised flesh of old and new scars. He stops at the man's waist, shaky fingers on the thick leather belt, waiting for permission.

"Look at me." Frank commands quietly, cupping Steve's jaw, giving it a firm squeeze. The blonde glances up shyly, gazing at his Daddy through thick lashes, teary eyes glistening. Frank exhales slowly, stroking his baby's plush lower lip with his thumb. He slips the finger into Steve's mouth, the sweet blonde immediately suckling on it like a hungry baby. Pretty blue eyes fluttered, highly aroused as the taste of salt and gun metal flooded his tongue.

His Daddy was a dangerous man.

"Unbuckle me."

Steve fumbles to undo his Daddy's belt with shaky, nervous fingers. He knew what was required of him whenever his Daddy got like this. The sex became that much rougher and Steve would find himself struggling to obey his Daddy's very strict orders. His fingers slip a few times on the cold belt buckle, the metal cold and hard under his fingers.

"Quit slippin' and hurry up." Frank demands, his voice as scathing as the stinging slap he puts across Steve's face. The blonde gasps in shock, tears burning his eyes as his porcelain cheek blooms a deep red. His plush red lower lip trembles with an oncoming cry but he powers on like the good little soldier he was trained to be.

The buckle slips out from under the loops of his Daddy's jeans and Steve gasps softly as the man takes the belt from him and fastens the strap of leather round his neck. A whimper escapes his lips when the belt squeezes a tad too tightly around his Adam's apple.

Frank doesn't offer an apology vocally; only the gentle stroke of his thumb against a soft cheek and the subtle loosening of the belt. Steve swallows a few times, testing the tightness. Frank grins, a feral and predatory thing as he wraps the belt around his knuckles, wielding it like a leash. Wolf-blue eyes meet with innocent baby-blues and sparks of arousal shimmer between them.

"So fuckin' pretty, hm?" The man rumbles, petting Steve's soft hair gently. The blonde boy takes the gentle touches in stride- knowing that this is the calm before the storm. It's like his body was prepared for it.

Frank slips his index and middle fingers into his boy's pretty mouth, cock twitching at the way his plump lips stretch around the appendages. He holds Steve in place with a hand on the back of his head before shoving his fingers in deeper. A broken sob becomes a choking cry as the blonde heaves around the length, his gag reflex strong.

"Out of practice huh?" Frank taunts gleefully, fucking his baby's throat with his fingers some more.

"Haven't had a good face-fuck in a while huh?"

Steve dry heaves again, tears welling in his eyes as saliva drips down his chin. Then Frank yanks his fingers from that wet throat and smacks Steve across the face again. It isn't harsh or mean- just firm. It's meant to put Steve in his place. To hurry along the 'sub-drop process,' so to speak. It's not often that Steve gets exposed to such extreme methods but when he does, it's almost always at the hands of Frank.

And he loves it.

"Yes Daddy- yes, yes-" He chokes as another slap rings in his ears, heating his skin up like a fever. His little prick is impossibly hard now, leaking clear pre-cum, staining his tiny, black cotton panties.

"Look at you. Such a slut for my fingers hm? Could imagine if I gave you my cock. Think you could handle me baby? Think you could take my cock in your tiny fuckin' virgin pussy?"

Steve sobs, body pliant under his Daddy's rough hands. His t-shirt goes flying somewhere behind him, leaving him cold and bare, kneeling on the bathroom floor, in nothing but the belt around his neck and his tiny black panties.

"Answer me!" Frank orders, like a drill sergeant, another slap reddening Steve's cheek. The boy cries and shakes his head.

"I- I don't-"

"It's a simple question. Do you think your pussy can take my cock right now? Hm? You stretched open enough? Or am I gonna have to split you open?"

The pretty boy sobs and nods earnestly, "I'm- m'stretched open- Daddy. I- I promise."

Frank, of course, doesn't take Steve's word for it since he was several drops into subspace and his mind was now completely drugged on endorphins. He grabs the leash and leads the submissive to their bedroom, Steve following on all fours, panties soaking wet between his thighs.

"Present." He demands, slipping his own bloody clothes off while Steve lowers his face down to the carpeted floor, his pert butt high up in the air. It had been a damn long time since he'd been treated like a proper fuck-toy and by the Gods it felt liberating.

His ears are subconsciously aware of the sound of a switchblade coming out but his reflexes are rubbery at best. His Daddy could slit his fucking throat right now while pumping his pussy full of cum and he could care less, too lost in his headspace.

"Show me that pussy. C'mon baby girl, show me. Show Daddy." Frank orders, kicking Steve's legs open even wider, fingers flipping the switchblade back and forth while Steve struggles to obey, spreading his knees further apart. He's a pretty picture, all submissive and open on the floor for his Daddy. Wounds forgotten, Frank immerses himself in that wicked mess of innocence and lust, caught between the sickening urge to kill and the deep-seeded desire to dominate his pretty baby boy right now.

He stills his hand, bringing the switchblade closer to Steve's willing body. The cold metal presses to a pale, smooth thigh, sliding carefully up until it catches the edge of those sinful black panties. Steve's entire body goes still, fingers curling into the soft carpet. He's vaguely aware that there's a heightened sense of danger around him currently but his foggy head doesn't allow him to react accordingly. Instead, he mewls indulgently as his Daddy slices through his panties, rendering him bare naked on the floor save for the leather leash round his neck.

"Fuckin' pretty." Frank growls, smacking Steve's ass hard enough to leave a handprint. The boy startles and yelps like a kicked puppy before settling down again, tears glittering in streams down his face.

"Who owns this?" He hisses in his boy's ear, hand squeezing that plump butt before issuing another harsh slap. The sound echoes in their quiet bedroom, accented by Steve's tiny whimpers and sniffles.

"You Daddy! You own it-!" He cries, reaching a hand down to stroke his little cock. Frank beats him to it however and smacks his hand out of the way.

"That's right. I own it. And, I own this pussy. And this little clit you call a cock. They're all mine, so you don't get to touch what's mine."

Frank grabs the leash and tugs it a few times to get Steve on his knees.

"Now, for that face-fuck Daddy promised you."

Steve struggles to keep up with his Daddy, wobbling a bit on his knees before a warm hand on his neck steadies him. He blinks up at the man with huge, innocent eyes, the look of adoration pure and true in those blue orbs. Frank almost crumbles at that pretty baby face but then he sees those spit-slicked lips and his cock twitches, hard.

"Open your mouth."

The pretty, dumb-looking blonde immediately obeys and loosens his jaw, cherry red lips opening wide to accommodate his Daddy's thick length. He sticks his tongue out to taste the tip as Frank offers his cock.

"Mhmm..."

"You like that, don't you? Love the taste of a fat cock in your mouth don't you baby girl?" Frank taunts, slapping Steve's hand away when the boy brings it to his little boy clit.

"Uh uh uh. Hands behind your back."

Steve whines sadly but obeys anyway, much too low to do anything but acquiesce to his Daddy's request. Instead, he holds himself behind his back, nails digging into his wrists as he resists the urge to touch.

"M'sorry Daddy-" He gasps as Frank pulls out suddenly. But before he can say the first word, his Daddy's thick length is shoved right back into his mouth, shutting him up effectively. He feels it slide all the way past his tongue and into the deep tunnel of his throat, the tip tickling his gag reflex. Tears well up at the corner of his eyes when Frank pulls hard on his hair, forcing him deeper onto his dick.

"Gonna fuck your throat now. Daddy's got you baby. Don't move." The Punisher rasps, sliding into his sweetheart's mouth stiffly a few times before he loses his control and starts fucking thrusting roughly. Every sharp grunt is accented by soft, airy gasps and moans. The poor thing heaves a good few times around the fat length, spit and precum dripping past his wet, swollen lips and down his chin and neck.

"So fuckin' good. Such a good cocksucker baby girl." The man above him growls, abusing the little blonde's mouth with fervor. The sensitive skin of his tip brushes the back of Steve's bruised throat and he almost cums right there, but he manages to hold himself together.

"Eyes on me whore." He snarls, slapping his baby's pretty face a few times as his baby blue eyes begin to close. Steve chokes loudly on a particularly harsh thrust and his whimpering cry makes Frank even harder. His gorgeous blue eyes are bright and glittery with unshed tears still clinging weakly to beautiful, long lashes that fan across his pink cheeks with every slow, semi-conscious blink. His lips are more plush and plump than they'd been before; a direct result of his Daddy's bruising pace.

"Good fuckin' girl. This what you wanted? Huh? Answer me!" Frank demands, wrapping strong hands around Steve's neck. Blue eyes immediately flutter shut and his body goes lax in his Daddy's hands. It's his off button, so-to-speak, as he goes languid and soft in a matter of seconds by his Daddy's possessive grip. Frank growls, holding the boy by his jaw and pulling out his cock before shoving it back in. He thrusts as deep as he can, Steve's little nose brushing his pelvis. His hands tighten around that delicate, breakable neck, arousal flooding through him as he sees Steve go even softer- if that were possible.

The boy doesn't move an inch, eyes closed, body languid, little prick hard and covered in his own juices.

He came.

The realisation hits Frank harder than it was supposed to and he feels the pride swelling in his chest like a fucking exploding land mine. He slowly releases his boy's neck, watching with interest as the poor thing collapses against his crotch, forehead planted on his hip. Steve's downy blonde hair is damp with sweat and his shaking hands cling to his Daddy's thighs desperately. Spit and precum still drip in sloppy strings down his lips, causing a hot flash of arousal in Frank's cock. He grabs Steve by the chin and tilts his face up to look into dazed and lost eyes.

"So fuckin' pretty."

"Mmh- ..."

He slaps the boy's already pink cheek a few times, slowly gaining strength each time his hand connects with the soft, heated flesh. But Steve's eyes don't become sharp or focused, wet tears fill them, baby blues completely swallowed up by darkness. He's under. His jaw is slack and hangs open, swollen, abused lips sloppy with spit and his Daddy's precum.

Frank grabs him by the belt around his neck and jerks him forward.

"C'mon angel. Get on all fours, now. Face down, ass up, I wanna fuck you on the floor like a bitch."

Steve couldn't obey his Daddy's orders even if he tried. He was so deep in subspace, that all he registered was that his Daddy had spoken to him and that the tone was authoritative. So he tried his best to bend his body like clay under his Daddy's rough but oh so warm hands.

Frank realized that his baby boy had gone into a dangerously deep space- or what he liked to call, the subduction zone. That's why his motions were more drunken than usual. So, he took the initiative, like any good Daddy would and helped his little boy get into position. He traces a smooth line from Steve's shoulder blades all the way down to his tiny waist, palm lying flat on those plump cheeks. A soft sob escapes Steve's lips when his Daddy spanks him hard. He spreads those cheeks open and spits harshly on his boy's pretty, pink pussy.

That's all the lube he'd be getting tonight.

"Don't move 'til you're numb."

He spits into his own palm, slicking up his thick length before pressing the fat tip to Steve's small hole. The boy's tiny whimpers quickly turn into whiny, keening sounds as the tip pops past the tight ring of muscle. His sweat-slicked back arches and twists some more, in reaction to the points of pain that seeps into his bones amidst the pleasure of deep arousal. His Daddy's so big, it actually hurts. But Steve's a masochist if anything; especially when he's miles under his subconscious.

"Jesus fucking Christ baby-" Frank snarls, sharp sparks of pleasure lighting him up with every tight, wet inch that slips past his cock. He can feel the heat radiating from his boy's hole, could feel the throbbing of his body- where it ended, and where his began.

"Pussy's so fuckin' good boy. Could stay in here all fuckin' night." He growls, tightening the belt around his wrists and pulling Steve's head back. Steve makes a choking sound, tears streaming down his face as he takes his Daddy's cock.

"Does it hurt? Hm? Answer me!

"Mhm- yes! Yes Daddy- ...hurts..."

At this point, Steve's only repeating the words that his Daddy hisses into his ear, hyper aware that he's getting fucked into the ground but much too lost in consciousness to be coherent. He just lies there, and takes it like the good boy he is. Frank on the other hand, is fucking losing it at the sight of his baby so fucked out and debauched, belt around his neck like a collar, pussy split open on his Daddy's fat cock.

The boy cums again- this time at a particularly sharp thrust against his favorite spot. He almsot screams out from the overstimulation when Frank reaches down to finger at his little pecker. The thing looks embarrassingly tiny in his Daddy's big palm but he doesn't even notice it. Just spasms on the thick cock, trying his best to squirm away from Frank's rough touch.

It's futile.

He cums again after Daddy pumps his swollen boy clit harshly, tears permanent on his cheeks as he wails out for mercy. Quite ironic that his Daddy's moniker is the Punisher.

"Look at you. Can barely even manage a good squirt huh? Just dribbles out of you hm? Such a good little girl, wetting yourself like that." Frank praises, yanking Steve back to lean on his blood stained chest, the pain in his grazed arm wound forgotten as a result of the rush of endorphins in his system.

"L- lo- love you- ...Dad..dy..." Steve whispers, his voice choked up as Frank squeezes a hand around his neck.

"Love me? Sweetheart, I'm a very, very bad man."

"Don't- ...don't care..."

Frank's cock twitches inside his boy at that and he chuckles, a low and sinister sound in Steve's ear.

"You don't care? What if I told you I wanted to ruin you? Hm?"

"Da... umm... Daddy..."

"Ain't never raped anyone in my life but Goddammit your ass is begging for it. Begging for someone to tie you up and just have their way with you. Just imagine the dirty, sick fucks I deal with. They'd fucking destroy this pussy. They'd fuck you 'til you bled and then blow coke up your ass so you wouldn't feel a thing as they passed you around again. I'd never let them touch you. So I gotta ruin you for everyone else. You're mine baby, y'hear that? Mine!"

His last word is accentuated by the sharp thrust he issues, going deep as he blows his load in his baby's sweet pussy. Steve cries out at the deep penetration and squirms on his Daddy's cock but Frank holds him steady and tight against his chest, emptying himself completely.

Marking his boy.

 

***

 

They don't move from the ground for the rest of the night- Steve's idea.

So Frank's lying on his back with their discarded clothes for a pillow while Steve curls up on his chest, a smooth leg draped over his Daddy's waist. The bloodstains have long dried and caked sticky on his skin and Steve's, much to his displeasure. But the blonde had refused aftercare, grumbling mostly to himself as he just clung on to Frank's muscled chest tighter.

"You're gonna be the death of me baby girl." He grins raspily, as Steve suckles on his middle finger. The boy is still totally under, his focus blurred but his eyes big and earnest. He's purring, the rumbling sound transferring to Frank's chest, making the man smile despite himself. He slips his finger out of that greedy mouth and cups his baby's jaw, chest tightening at the unhappy cry Steve manages. His pretty, doe-eyes are locked on that spit-slick finger, hungry.

"Look at me, hey, look at me sweetheart." Frank whispers, thumb stroking Steve's brow tenderly. Those blue orbs finally blink up at him slowly he presses a kiss to his baby's forehead. Steve's purrs kick up a notch.

"I'll never let them get to you. Hear me? Those men, they're nothing but scum. I'll never let them lay a hand on you. I promise."

Steve's blue eyes flicker with some kind of recognition, but then he hums and coos quietly, smiling up at his Daddy like he hung the moon. And Frank's heart almost breaks at his innocence.

He presses a soft kiss to Steve's temple and lies back, pulling his baby even closer.

Maybe Steve was right about his obsession with Bill. But he'd be damned if he ever let that filthy fuck get within an inch of his precious boy.

He remembers Bill's words distinctly.

"Captain America died once Frank. I'm sure he can do it again."

I'll make that carousel ride seem like a fairytale when I get my hands on you Bill.

 

 

 

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed. More to come soon and I love you all!!!

Chapter 8: Don't Cry Sweet Baby

Summary:

Steve was so happy about his playdate with his Daddies. Now it's all ruined.

Notes:

Jealous Steeb has been heavily requested lol so I did this. I wanted to finish it earlier but had a lot going on. Ugh, anyway, enjoy!

Don't Cry Sweet Baby

 

Steve's all prettied up for his playdate with his Daddy.

Well- Daddies.

Tony and Bucky had been busy all week with Avenger stuff, while Steve had been pressganged into a solo mission by SHIELD. None of his Daddies had liked it, but they were sane enough to respect his role as Captain America. He was a hero, just like them and they understood that he couldn't always be their sweet little baby boy. Well, even if he was Captain America, he would still be their boy, but, when duty called, it was out of their hands.

So their week went on, business as usual. Tony and Bucky were called to deal with a disturbance in Milan while Steve fought off a military terrorist organization that called themselves, The Satellite. Both ops had been pretty standard, thankfully allowing all of them to be back at home relatively on time and in one piece. And by that time, Steve was desperate for his Daddies' attention.

Now he sits patiently in the huge living room of the Tower, all prettied up and waiting for his Daddies to show up.

His Barbie blonde hair is neatly groomed and fixed with a pretty blue bow on the right side of his head. And he's got on a soft blue, oversized sweater with matching socks on his feet. Bucky had gotten him ready a few minutes ago and had told him to go wait in the living room for him. Steve was unable to contain his excitement as he padded off, Bucky bear in one hand while he sucked on his thumb.

At least ten minutes had passed before Bucky came out again.

He was dressed simply; a pair of dark jeans and a grey t-shirt, his shoulder-length hair tied back. Prominent veins adorned his neck and arms. He smiled down at his boy who was currently occupied with the flatscreen on the wall.

"What're you watching baby?" He asks, sliding in carefully behind Steve on the couch. The boy purrs and nuzzles into him, fixing himself properly on his lap before focusing on the television again. His big blue eyes are bright and glittery with amazement as he watches on. Bucky huffs, amused and buries his nose into Steve's neck, eyes closing as he drinks up the soft vanilla smell of his baby. His expert eyes pick up a couple of cuts on those gorgeous cheekbones and several hand-shaped bruises on Steve's usually flawless neck. His temper flares and it causes Steve to startle slightly from under him.

"You okay Daddy?" The boy hums softly, eyes still on the screen but his attentions obviously split now.

"Mhm. Just thinking about how those Satellite freaks almost got you." Bucky answers honestly, knowing that Steve wouldn't appreciate it if he lied.

Steve shakes his head slowly and presses a tiny, timid kiss to his Daddy's metal fingers. "I'm fine. I promise."

Bucky huffs and bites his lip, tracking the way Steve's pretty, wispy lashes dust and flutter against his cheekbones with every blink. He kisses the boy's ear and nuzzles it like a hungry cat.

"I know you are baby. I'm just-"

"Just nothin'. Now stop interrupting my show. I'm missing half of it!" Steve complains petulantly, folding his arms and tucking his legs further up under him. His plushy pink lips are curved into a cross pout, but it only serves to make him look even more adorable.

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, you ain't missin' much darlin'. Tom's still chasin' Jerry with a baseball bat. Trust me, they've been at it for hours.

Steve makes a small whine of annoyance and stares hard at the screen. "So? I really like this show Daddy and you're ruining it."

"Oh am I?" The Winter Soldier faux exclaims, hands wrapping round his boy to tickle the silly out of him. They've both known it for years; Steve's number one weakness, was tickles. Give him a couple dozen bad guys and several weapons of mass destruction, but tickles? Those had him running for the hills.

"Daddy! N- stop! Wait- oh! Stop!" The blonde squeals as Bucky runs quick but light fingers all over his baby's most sensitive spots. Under the arms, the neck, his tummy, Steve was uncontrollable under Bucky's torture.

"I'm sorry! Daddy- sorry!" Steve yelps, holding on to his Daddy for dear life as he almost falls off the couch from their wild play. Bucky's tickles immediately cease, and the soldier quickly wraps a firm arm around his boy, fixing him back on his lap comfortably. Steve gets the idea and turns around, wrapping his legs around Bucky's waist, arms linked around his neck. His face is pink from exertion and his eyes are sparkling bright blue, sharing in his Daddy's excitement.

"Do you forfeit?" Bucky questions cheekily, wolfish blue eyes gleaming mischievously.

Steve's giggles are interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice.

"There you are!" Tony declares happily, his arms wide open as he steps into the living room. His bags barely have time to drop to the floor before he's suddenly holding a bundle of fluffy blonde in his arms.

"Daddy!" Steve screeches, snuffling into his Daddy's chest like a burrowing bunny.

"Hi there munchkin." Tony grins, pecking Bucky on the cheek. "Hey love."

"You took a bit longer than expected." Bucky says quietly, pressing a kiss to Tony's temple. He tries his best to radiate calm to quell the tiredness and worry from his lover's eyes.

"Everything okay?"

Truth was, Tony had been on a very specific trip to Queens earlier, at the call for help from an old friend. Wade usually didn't ask for favours, despite knowing that Stark and his team were willing to help at a moment's request. So, when he called, both Tony and Bucky were ready to lend their hands. Turns out, some bad men had tried to hurt Peter while he'd been patrolling the city, and one of them almost succeeded. And that had sent Wade in a hungry spiral to find the men who'd tried to take his boy and end them. Which left Tony and the others to babysit Peter for the weekend.

Watching over Peter was no inconvenience at all, as they were all extremely fond of the boy. But babysitting him in such a fragile state was new, to both Tony and Bucky. Wade had explained how bad Peter had dropped and that it would be extremely dangerous to leave him on his own when he got like this. The decision wasn't hard to make- especially for Tony who was extremely protective of the brunette. He just wished the timing hadn't been so off, because now, they had to spring this on Steve, who was gracefully unaware of everything that was going on because of how their respective ops had been handled.

"Uh... yeah, everything's fine." The billionaire answers hesitantly, gently easing Steve from around his waist. The boy frowns a little at being put down from his perch but he takes it in stride.

"What's going on Daddy?" He asks sweetly, easy smile on his face.

Tony sighs, obviously burdened. "Nothing major sweetheart. It's just- look, baby, I know this weekend was for the three of us to spend time together after being separated for so long. But-"

His heart crushes in his chest at how the smile fades from Steve's lips.

Thankfully, Bucky steps in and saves him.

"But there's someone who needs our help right now."

"Yeah, a very special someone who's practically family." Tony adds, damn near flinching at the growing thunderstorm in Steve's pretty blue eyes. The boy takes a shallow breath, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Who's that?" He inquires, tone still light but his expression is heavy with curiosity.

Tony sighs. "Uncle Wade's out of town. And he needs someone to look after Peter. You remember Peter right baby?"

Steve nods, albeit, slowly. "Mhm."

"Well, Peter got attacked while he was patrolling and he's still in a state of drop. So, we have to look after him until Wade gets back, okay?"

Steve frowns, blue eyes thoughtful. "I didn't know Uncle Wade was Peter's Daddy."

Bucky nods, kissing Steve on the forehead. "He is. They've kept it a secret for Peter's sake. Age difference and all that."

"But Peter's nineteen."

"Twenty in August." Tony adds randomly.

"And Wade's twenty-seven."

"I know sweetheart, but it's their decision to keep it private. Now, I've got Pete waiting in the car. I brought in some of his bags, but there's more out front. Bucky, can you help me?"

"Sure babe. Steve, do you wanna tag along?"

Steve hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. Bucky nods and pets his hair.

"Okay, well why don't you wait for us in the living room? We'll be back in a sec."

And with that, they head for the door while Steve goes back to curl up on the couch, eyes on the flatscreen, but his focus, miles away.

 

***

 

It's been a full three minutes and Steve's already had enough of the spiderling.

He's creepy and crawly and he can't seem to sit still for a second. One minute he's on the couch, the next, he's vaulting off of it onto the floor, showing off to Tony and Bucky like some kind of little, show-off. He's wide-eyed and playful, prancing around Steve like a wildhorse. And Steve's mad because he's missing yet another very important part of his show.

"Hey! I like Tom and Jerry." Peter exclaims, brushing up next to a very grumpy Steve.

"I like Tom and Jerry too." Steve answers, a bit sharply but Peter doesn't seem to notice. Bucky and Tony are deep in conversation in the kitchen while they fix the boys some snacks, So they don't notice a thing either.

"Heh, Tom's so stupid." Peter snickers, digging through his bags for God-knows-what.

Steve takes that to heart. "No he's not."

"Yeah he is. How many times has Jerry gotten him?"

Steve rolls his eyes and ignores the brunette. But in no time, his attention is cut short because Peter's dropping a huge box in front of him, with a big, dumb smile on his stupid face, like Steve is supposed to know what the hell it even is. Peter empties out the entire box and Steve frowns hard at the pieces.

"What are those?"

Peter gives him a weird look, as if he were stupid, then grins brightly.

"It's a Lego Death Star."

Steve just looks on, stupefied.

"Well, it's supposed to be one. We have to build it!"

Steve eyes the box and recognizes the name, 'Star Wars'. He'd watched one of the installments way back when he was trying to acclimate to the new century. He thinks it might have been Revenge of the Sith but, it had been so long that he'd forgotten about it.

"Hey boys! What have we got here?" Bucky grins, walking into the room with a platter full of snacks.

"Is that a Lego Death Star?" Tony gasps, his eyes bright and excited as he trails behind Bucky, with another platter of food. He quickly drops it on the coffee table and kneels down to assess Peter's toy. Steve goes from grumpy to curious in an instant, creeping closer to see what's gotten his Daddy so riled up. Peter and Tony look gleeful as they start piecing together the puzzle, using terms unfamiliar to both Steve and Bucky.

"I think this piece goes here."

"Ooh! You're right Mr Stark."

"Wait- no, I think that's for Emperor Palpatine's throne room."

"Right, and this part's for the dungeons."

Steve sits back on his haunches, observing from the sidelines with a hopeful look on his face. He hopes his Daddy would notice him, see how hard he's trying to understand the complex art of Legos. But Peter keeps distracting him with his stupid pestering and excitement.

"Hey, you want a plum?" Bucky prods from the sidelines.

Steve turns to look at him with wide blue eyes and nods reluctantly. He waits patiently for his Daddy to pluck out a ripe, juicy plum from the plate and opens his mouth obediently when the fruit is offered. His teeth bites into the soft fruit, sweet flavors bursting across his tongue as juice drips down his chin.

"How's that baby?" Bucky coos, eyes lighting up at the stupid smile on Steve's face. He likes it.

"Another one?" He prompts and Steve eagerly nods his head. It's easy to pretend like one of his Daddies care about him for a while, obediently taking each piece of fruit in his mouth like the well-behaved boy he is. But then Peter loses interest in his Legos and scampers over to them and straight into Bucky's lap. Steve growls loudly this time and receives a slight admonishment from Tony.

"No growling baby. Peter's just hungry." The man reassures, but Steve isn't convinced. He frowns at Bucky who pets his hair gently.

"Wade warned us he'd get clingy sweetheart. It's nothing to worry about, 'kay?"

Steve grumps and folds his arms, turning his back to them. Tony sneaks up from behind him and plants a smooching kiss on his cheek. Steve bursts out laughing despite himself and then tries to push Tony away, his lips askew from trying not to laugh. He feels his Daddy's arms go around him, and a deep warmth floods his entire system.

He's used to this.

This feels like home.

He closes his eyes and leans back, feeling his Daddy's strong chest against his body. His earlier frustrations just sort of dissolve and suddenly he's blissful. Soft purrs erupt from his chest as Tony presses tiny, intimate kisses to his neck, his cheek and his temple.

"My sweet little baby, hm?"

Tony gentle words wash over him like a gentle wave kissing the shoreline. He hangs on the man's every word.

"My lil' Captain Cuteness."

Steve giggles softly at that and snuffles into Tony's chest. He gives the arc reactor a little peck and rests his palm flat on it. The glowing blue light reflects in his own eyes, making the blue appear even more alluring. Tony reaches down to cup his jaw, brushing a thumb against those plush lips. Steve wastes no time and quickly takes the finger between his teeth, suckling it down until he's got the entire thing in his mouth.

"That's my good boy." Tony remarks, pleased.

Pure bliss.

Of course, who was Steve to enjoy such a wonderful moment with his Daddy?

"M'not hungry anymore! Wanna go finish my Death Star." Peter howls excitedly, jumping out of Bucky's lap and crawling over to Tony to tug impatiently on his shirt sleeve.

"C'mon Mr Stark! C'mon!" The boy squeals, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Steve cries out at the jostling and swipes angrily at Peter who jerks back purely out of innocent shock. He ends up crashing into the halfway completed Lego contraption, little pieces flying everywhere. His brown doe-eyes glisten at Steve and his lower lip starts to tremble, signalling an on-coming cry. But Steve doesn't have the patience to feel bad about it. He holds on to Tony's arm tight, preventing the man from rushing to Peter's aid.

"Hey, shh, it's okay. You're okay bud." Bucky asks Peter softly, picking up the spooked boy and holding him close to his chest. Steve notices the way Peter fits in the man's arms; almost like he belonged there... and a deep-seeded feeling of jealousy stabs him in the abdomen. He feels like he's watching his life become someone else's.

"Steven, let go." Tony commands, his tone harsh and Alpha-like. His Daddy almost never used that voice with him, so it hurt to hear it as the man forcibly pries his arm out of Steve's strong grasp.

In his desperation, he digs his nails into Tony's forearm and shoves the man hard.

"Steve, c'mon- stop it." Bucky demands just as Tony frowns hard at him.

"What's gotten into you?" The billionaire snaps, immediately turning to go check on Peter, missing the way Steve flinches back.

He remains there, on the carpet with the scattered Lego pieces, his shirt ruffled and the bow in his hair askew. Teary blue eyes look on as both if his Daddies fuss over the brunette boy, petting him gently and cooing reassuring things in his ear. And Peter- Peter's just soaking up all the attention like a stupid sponge. Some part of Steve wants to go over there and trample the little love fest going on; but, the other part of him- the one that's burning with hurt and pain triumphs instead.

He rips the pink bow from his hair and rushes out of the room, heart in his throat and tears running down his face.

 

..........................

 

It takes Tony and Bucky exactly one minute to find their baby boy.

JARVIS had already been tracking him when he ran out so, locating him wasn't a dauntingly difficult task. He'd retreated to his room, fitting in the space inside his closet, curled up on himself with his blue blanket and his stuffed toys- a Bucky bear and an Iron Man plushy. He had a thumb in his mouth and tears and snot were streaming down his baby face.

Tony frowns sadly at his boy and stoops down to assess the situation.

"Oh baby boy. C'mere sweetheart. Please?" He coos gently but Steve refuses to even look at him. That hurts, but he doesn't let it faze him. He moves a little closer and pets Steve's hair gently.

Next to him, Bucky sighs and sits cross-legged, seemingly patient and understanding. It's quite the contrast from Tony's desperate and apologetic demeanor. He rests a hand on the mechanic's shoulder and squeezes.

"He's got to come to us on his own." He whispers. "The best we can do is talk him through it."

Tony sighs heavily and hangs his head in exhaustion and shame.

"I didn't mean to yell at him. I just- I don't know, I got protective of Peter I guess. But that doesn't mean that I don't love you baby." He murmurs quietly, still petting Steve's head.

Steve's still lost somewhere in his thoughts, his blue eyes wet and glazed. He's biting down on his lip with every word Tony says to him, the lower lip red and bruised. Bucky risks it and presses a quick kiss to his baby's cheek, thanking the Gods when Steve doesn't flinch away.

"Baby, we're here for you. Okay? We love you and we care about you. So we'll be here until you're ready to talk. 'Kay?" He rasps in the boy's ear, kissing his temple and resting his forehead there for a moment. Giving Steve space was the best thing to do when he was in this state. Apologizing and making excuses wouldn't be so helpful.

"God, I was so stupid. I didn't mean to-" Tony starts but Bucky quickly cuts him off with a kiss, deep and meaningful. It lasts a full minute or two and when the soldier pulls back, Tony's left dazed and disoriented for a second.

"You were doing your best love. Don't blame yourself for this. It was all a misunderstanding and I still love you."

Tony shakes his head, pulling away his hand from Steve. "But he doesn't."

Just as his hand retreats, Steve grabs onto it like a lifeline and nuzzles into his palm. He gapes in shock for a while but Bucky just smiles, easy and patient. It's Steve's way of saying, "No Daddy, I still love you." He raises a brow at Tony who looks equal parts spooked and amazed.

"Still love you Daddy." Steve mutters softly through his tears, nibbling at Tony's thumb.

Tony heart melts. "Oh sweetheart, Daddy loves you too. With all my heart, I swear it."

"We both do baby. A lot." Bucky grins as Steve takes his hand as well, hugging both their limbs like his stuffed toys.

"M'sorry." He murmurs so quietly that they almost miss it.

"You don't have to apologize baby. We're the ones at fault here." Tony reassures him but Steve shakes his head stubbornly.

"Steeb is the problem. Don't know anything about Star Wars... or Lego... only watch Tommy and Jerry. Stupid... stupid Stevie..." He mutters, mostly to himself but both his Daddies can hear the accusatory and self-loathing tone in his voice and it hurts them, physically.

Bucky's grin quickly dissolves and his face becomes deathly serious, as does Tony's. They stare at him hard, eyes clear and glinting. It was quite obvious why Steve had felt threatened by Peter now. He wasn't just afraid that Peter would become their new baby, he was ashamed of the fact that the only cartoon he really knew was Tom and Jerry, which had been around since the forties. Peter however, was a genius who knew almost everything about everything and could easily impress his Daddies and gain their admiration and affections. The boy even fit perfect and snug in Bucky's arms- the way he used to before the serum.

"St- baby, none of that matters. That's not why we fell in love with you." Tony chokes, his chest constricted with emotion.

"S'true." Steve mutters stubbornly. "Peter fits too. You can hold'm. M'too big... used to be smaller..."

Bucky damn near growls at that and he loses all patience with his boy. He reaches in the closet space and grabs Steve bodily out of there, pulling the boy into his arms. Steve gasps in shock.

"Steven Grant Rogers if you think for a second that we give a flying fuck about how big or small you are, or how unfamiliar you seem about pop culture references, then you're sorely mistaken. I don't give a crap about that shit and neither does Tony. You hear me?"

Steve holds on to him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. Tony rubs his back when a bout of hiccups interrupt his incessant sobbing and presses soft kisses to the back of his head.

"None of that shit matters sweetheart. How can they, when we've got the sweetest boy in the whole wide world? Prettier than any flower I've ever seen, gorgeous inside and out. You're perfect baby."

Steve shakes his head and looks away from them both, not believing their words.

"M'not." He mutters, eyes wide at the guttural, Alpha-like snarl Bucky releases.

"Then I guess we'll just have to show you, hm Princess?"

Steve's eyes go wide and he bites his lip.

"Show me?" He parrots innocently, as Bucky fixes his legs to wrap on either side of his waist. He's straddling the man now, arms wrapped around his Daddy's broad shoulders, holding on.

Bucky lifts them off the ground and carries them to Steve's bed. The quilts are a soft, baby blue with matching blue blankets and white pillows with teddy bears on them. Most of his stuffed toys are neatly arranged against the pillows with two spaces indicating the missing Bucky bear and Iron Man plushy. It's an innocent space, where Steve usually only sleeps or gets a bedtime story from his Daddies before he goes to sleep. They've never once had sex or even made out there. So it's an intimate moment when Bucky lays him down on the bed, and spreads his legs, crawling in the space above him.

Tony follows suit and lies down on Steve's side. He places two fingers on Steve's chin, and pulls his attention away from Bucky's kiss to place his own lips on his boy's. Their kiss is deep, slick and desperate. Tony growls as Steve gives in to the kiss, his mouth open and wanting for his Daddy's tongue. So he plunders his boy's mouth, taking from it, his own pleasure. Bucky observes them for a while, silent while he slides a hand down into Steve's panties, fingers playing with his baby's little cocklet. It's incredibly small in his large hand, but firm and already slick from precum. Steve's entire body convulses at his Daddy's warm touch, legs falling open even wider at the gentle fondling. Steve coos softly as Tony pulls back a little, brown eyes staring into his hazy baby blues.

"There's my little boy. There's my sweet little baby boy." Tony rasps, planting a kiss on the tip of Steve's nose, causing the boy to scrunch it up, a dopey smile on his face. He lets out a rather long and high-pitched moan when Bucky's fingers start wriggling their way between his cheeks. The man teases his little hole, rubbing over it but never pushing in. Steve whines again but is quickly silenced by Tony's finger that slips into his mouth. He suckles on the appendage as Bucky slips the panties down his legs.

"Such a good boy." Bucky praises, stroking Steve's hair before patting the boy's pert butt.

"C'mon baby, up-up-up. Let's get you out of these." He says softly, raising Steve's arms while Tony slips the powder blue sweater off. They leave the socks on his feet to keep him warm.

"So pretty." Tony whispers, completely in awe of his boy. He traces his fingers across Steve's hip, gently dragging his nails on that peachy skin. Steve twitches under the touch, whimpering as Bucky kisses him again.

"It's okay doll. We're here. Gonna take real good care of you."

"That's right, Princess." Tony murmurs in his ear before moving to strip off his own clothes. Bucky follows suit.

Steve rolls over onto his back and stares up at his Daddies with starry eyes. He's out of it, dropped low by his Daddies' hands and softly spoken words. He feels Tony's cock prod against his lips and he obediently opens his mouth. It's warm, thick and heavy on his tongue as he licks experimentally at the tip before swallowing more of it down. Bucky goes to work on opening him up, using his expert tongue and lube. Steve's cries are muffled by the thick cock roughly fucking into his mouth. He stops actively trying to suck on his Daddy's length and lets Tony just have his way with his mouth. The man cradles his head firmly before thrusting his hips into his baby's mouth.

"You take your Daddy's cock so well doll." Bucky compliments, brushing a damp strand of hair from Steve's eyes. He's now four fingers deep in his boy's hole, the pressure around his fingers maddening. Steve's all slick down there now, open enough that he could take two cocks.

"Babe, he's so tight." Tony groans, pulling his lover in for a kiss whilst continuing to thrust into Steve's pretty mouth.

"He was fucking made for us." Bucky growls, yanking his hand out of his boy. He slaps that plush butt hard, inhaling with much satisfaction when Steve gasps in pleasured surprise. Tony eyes him knowingly and grins, that billionaire smile infectious. Bucky returns it as he strokes on his thick length.

"What d'you have in mind darling?"

Bucky chuckles, low and sexy in his throat. "Think he can take the both of us?"

Tony's eyes darken significantly before the smile on his face widens into something much more indulgent.

"Hell yes."

Steve's completely unawares of everything that's going on as he lies obediently between his two Daddies, swollen, wet lips wrapped around one of their cocks, nursing on it like a pup. A sad cry leaves his throat when his Daddy pulls out of his mouth. He tries to follow it but gentle hands guide him into position to straddle Bucky, who is now flat on his back, propped against the headboard, his wolfish blue eyes tracking Steve's every movement like some kind of predator.

"Mmh... Daddy..." The poor thing murmurs as Tony helps Bucky's cock slide further into his spit slicked cunt.

"Fuck," Bucky breathes out, Steve's warmth completely encasing his length in the best way possible. He can feel himself sliding deeper and deeper into his baby's pussy, almost like a never-ending trip that only got better with time. Tony helps them both settle into a comfortable position once he's all snug in his boy's hole. Steve's hips twitch instinctively, ready to ride Daddy like the good champ he is- but Tony's firm hand on his hip halts his movements. The man wraps a hand around his neck and pulls him up so that they're back to chest.

Tony's lips brush sensually against his ear.

"Patience baby. No riding 'til I'm inside of you. Daddy's gonna ream this fucking pussy. Make it mine, hm?"

Bucky grips Steve's hips, thrusting up sharply, causing their little kitten to mewl in desperation.

"D- Daddy please -" The blonde gasps, his brain becoming a little fuzzy at the tight hand around his throat. He's dropped so low, that everything becomes a blur in front of his eyes which are hooded low and brimming with tears.

"C'mere sweetheart," Bucky coos, pulling Steve down to cradle the sweet boy against his chest. He strokes the back of his head gently, fingers carding through soft hair while his lips brush Steve ear.

"It's okay doll. I've got you. Daddy's got you baby. I'll hold you 'til we're both inside you. Hm? I've got you love."

Steve's little whimpers and cries seem to quiet after his Daddy's reassurance, and he obediently lies there in Bucky's arms, sucking on the man's thumb while Tony opens him up a little more. The sting hurts, but Steve's so out of it, that it just feels like a dull burn between his legs. Soft, short whines spill from his swollen lips with every finger that spreads his pussy. He's half aware of his other Daddy's cock already fitting snug and deep inside of him.

"Fuck, he's still so tight. I don't want to hurt him." Tony hisses, the tip of his cock pressed against the small space between Bucky's length and Steve's cunt.

Bucky reaches out to take Tony's hand, placing it on Steve's belly for grip. "He's a big boy. He can take our cocks just like he took Thor and Bruce's. And they're slightly bigger than us."

A flash of recognition lights up Tony's face and he shrugs in agreement, nodding his head. "You're right. God, you remember how he howled that night? Maybe I should turn the sound proof on?"

One nod from Bucky and it's done.

Two nods and well...

Tony slowly but firmly starts to push in, immediately feeling the tight pressure bearing down on his cock as he goes deeper and deeper. Steve's entire body stiffens and comes alive like electricity. He cries out loud though Bucky tries to calm him down with two fingers in his mouth.

"-kay- it's okay baby doll. Daddy's not gonna hurt you. You're perfect." Bucky soothes, wiping the tears off of Steve's face and pecking him on the lips.

"Ah... ah-mmh Daddy. Hurts..." Steve sobs, his pussy fluttering as Tony pushes in another tight inch.

"That's it baby. Just a few more inches now... Daddy's right here." Tony rasps, curling his entire body protectively over Steve who's currently whimpering and sobbing into Bucky's shoulder.

Steve reaches out a hand and timidly places it over Tony's own hand that's still flat on his belly. Tony intertwines their fingers and kisses Steve's shoulder, sliding in the rest of the way. It almost feels euphoric, being inside his precious boy alongside Bucky, while he's being held in their arms. Tony takes a few moments to breathe before he notices Steve's tiny little gasping pants.

"Shh, shh shh baby. It's alright love. We're right here. Breathe. C'mon sweetheart, breathe with me."

He pulls the disoriented boy against his chest and holds him there until their breathing patterns are in sync. Steve's still a bit shaky, his eyes squeezed shut as tears run down his face. He's only ever been penetrated by two of his Daddies once, so the feeling is still extremely new to him. His pussy feels stuffed to its limits, throbbing and pulsing along with his Daddies' cocks. He wants to be good for them. Wants to take them both without complaint. Hell- he'd take all of his Daddies inside of him if it were possible.

"So gorgeous love." Bucky whispers, gazing up at him as he's cradled by Tony. The man's metal hand grips his little cock and tugs it before giving it a squeeze. It's torturous and before Steve can beg his Daddy for mercy, he cums.

"Mmh... Daddy m'cumming." He sobs, body twitching and spasming like he's possessed.

"Oh baby." Bucky breathes, bringing his hand up to Steve's mouth, feeding him his own cum. "Such a good boy for me."

Steve's little pink tongue licks fervently at his Daddy's hand, distracted for the moment while Tony works up the strength to pull back until the tip is the only thing left inside his boy. Steve gasps for air as if he'd been choking all this time and lets out a low whine when Tony slides back in.

"Daddy!" He cries, the burn becoming too much as Bucky starts to shift under him.

The sounds escaping Steve's lips are sinful and downright dirty as his Daddies set a gentle but steady pace, thrusting into him one at a time. They're patient with him when he begs them to wait, and indulgent when he politely asks for more. He even tries to bounce up and down on their thick lengths but they immediately stop him.

"Easy baby, easy." Tony commands, his voice raspy and dominant. Steve goes still in an instant and simply takes what his Daddies give him. He's barely able to hold himself up, opting to lie on Bucky's chest while Tony fucks into his stretched hole. The feeling of two thick cocks inside his pussy is indescribable and painfully pleasurable. He can feel every inch of every ridge and vein on both of his Daddies' cocks, lighting up his sweet spot and stretching his little hole.

"Fuck babe!" Bucky grunts, his own cock jerking hard at the friction Tony's causing.

Tony growls. "Turn around baby. I want to see your face when I cum inside you."

They somehow manage to get Steve into position, though the boy is completely boneless and delirious with pleasure at this point. Bucky smoothly guides his pulsing cock back into that abused little hole, forcing a tiny, weak cry from Steve. Bucky holds the boy to his chest protectively, arms wrapping around his belly while Tony gets to work between their spread legs. He strokes his own thick length a few times before spitting on Steve's pussy for added lubrication. When he slides in again, Steve's entire body jacknifes, his back arching severely as the tightness fills him up again.

"Oh- n...uh! Daddy... please, please please..."

"That's my good boy. Taking your Daddies' cocks like you were born to do it. Gonna cum inside your pussy baby. We both are. Gonna fill you up- breed you good."

All that leaves Steve's lips are little pathetic cries of, "yes, yes, yes." His blue eyes have completely glazed over, most of the blue blacked out. His hair is damp with sweat and plastered to his forehead. He's practically limp now, lying between his Daddies having cum about three or four times already. His little boy clit rests uselessly between his legs pink and glistening from his juices. Bucky fingers at it and it elicits a pleading whimper from the boy.

"A little sensitive aren't we doll?" Bucky rasps in his ear, tilting his head to the side to devour his mouth with a dirty kiss.

Steve nods his head obediently.

"You're such a well-behaved boy sweetheart. No one could ever replace you. I love you baby."

Some part of Steve recognizes the praise and how genuine it is and he nods as best he could. He's slightly aware that there was a point to all of this but he can't quite recall it immediately. But he trusts his Daddies to take care of him, and to keep him safe.

"Love you." He whimpers innocently, big blue eyes flickering to him and then to Tony who lowers himself enough to plant a kiss on Steve's forehead.

"Love you too baby boy."

Steve's piercing scream cuts off any more words to be said as both of the men start thrusting into him. His legs fall wide open, body gone completely motionless as he takes both cocks in his sore, stretched-out pussy. Tony cums first, spilling his warm, wet seed inside his baby boy and all over Bucky's cock. The ex-assassin snarls at the feeling, Tony's cum adding much more lubrication for him to slide in even deeper. Steve gasps but the sound is quickly choked out by a strong cry. He can feel every single inch of his Daddy's cock as it becomes more swollen before pulsing its load of semen inside of him.

"Fucking hell! God baby you're so good- take it, take it, take it." Tony growls, thrusting repeatedly into Steve as he rides out the last of his powerful orgasm.

Bucky isn't far behind.

He grabs Steve's hips and begins thrusting up into the boy like a man possessed. Steve's screams and cries are drowned out by Tony's lips, the man pinning him down and holding him in place as Bucky unloads.

"Fuck kitten. Let me in. C'mon let me in baby." The man snarls, thrusting hard into Steve as he fills the boy.

Steve's holding on to the edge of consciousness, his eyes hooded, wet lashes brushing his cheekbones and his mouth open in a little 'o'. He's basically a stringless puppet lying between the two men he loves the most, letting them have their way with him. His body twitches of its own volition, his little boy clit squirting it's juices pathetically onto his belly. He slips in and out of consciousness after that, quietly sobbing to the feel of Bucky and Tony slipping out of his hole.

He feels so empty now.

Hot and slick semen leak from his cunt, dripping down onto the bed sheets and soft cotton blankets, distorting the innocent aura of Steve's room. He can feel a cool, damp cloth wiping him down, his chest, his belly, between his legs. His eyes have fluttered shut now, even though he's in a semi-conscious state of mind.

When he comes to again, he's laying on soft, clean sheets, completely naked and under a fluffy pink blanket. One of his Daddies gives him his soft, white rabbit stuffed toy to cuddle while the other kisses him on the forehead. His quiet coos and snuffles are muffled by the stuffed rabbit but his Daddies seem to understand him. They crawl into the bed on either side of him and hold him close, one spooning his back while the other holds him against their chest. Soft purrs begin to sound from his throat.

"Aww, our baby's purring." Tony whispers, carding his fingers through Steve's downy blonde hair.

Bucky hums pleasantly, reaching his hand around Steve to rub the boy's belly. "Got him a little pudgy round the middle."

Tony makes a rumbling noise in his throat and reaches down to rub Steve's belly. He feels the noticeable swell in the boys stomach and his cock twitches at that.

"Jesus Christ." He whispers, kissing Steve's temple, grinning at how the purrs grow louder.

"Hold him." Bucky says quietly and Tony complies, gathering the fucked-out boy to his chest. The ex-assassin gently slips his cock into Steve's pussy, the boy whining low in his throat but still asleep.

They're much closer now.

Bucky reaches over and strokes Tony's hair. "Goodnight love."

Tony smiles at him and presses a kiss to his metal hand. "'Night babe."

They hold Steve tightly, and kiss the boy gently on his head, chuckling at how Steve just snuggles his stuffed rabbit closer.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed. And thanks for all the love that my last chapter got. I love Frank Castle and hope to add him to more stories.

Chapter 9: Daddy's Precious

Summary:

Steven has a little one on one session with Daddy Doctor Strange. It's supposed to be a punishment but baby Steeb has the super-power to melt even the most hardened of hearts.

Notes:

So I definitely have to apologize for the unwarranted hiatus this fic took. I recently applied to do my MPhil in History and I got accepted late and had to struggle through a bunch of classes and tuition processes, it was a mess. And I could have posted a good few chapters already but I love this fic and refused to let it be spoiled by shabby writing. So, I waited until inspiration and time hit again and wrote my best. Thank you for your continued support and love for this fic and Im glad to be back.

Love , Sam Haine

Daddy's Precious

 

Sage and focused grey eyes observe the sight before them, completely devoid of emotion but not cold.

Never cold.

The man is seated comfortably albeit a bit formally, in his maroon leathered, wingback chair, legs crossed and the toe of his black Greggo Louboutins pointed downward. He's dressed in a pair of soft black, pinstriped slacks that fit his lean silhouette like silk. Most likely Armani. His shirt is crisp and stark white, tucked and folded neatly into the waist of his slacks, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off those veined forearms. His charcoal hair is well-groomed, grey-white at the temples and slick like waves upon his head. He is a man of distinction.

He glances down at the Greubel Forsey GMT Tourbillon timepiece on his wrist, taking note of the ten minutes and four seconds that had passed. After a quiet exhale, he unbuttons his shirt from around the neck and loosens his tie, leaving it hanging on either side of his chest. A soft and mournful whimper comes from across the room and his eyes narrow minutely. All of his natural senses hone in on the pitiful sound, eyes and ears peaking in relative interest. On the far side of his office, rests a cage, not much bigger than four feet by eight feet and made entirely out of pure, solid iron. It's a permanent contraption, set up in his office space at the Kamar Taj to house the most beautiful and exquisite creature he's ever laid eyes on.

The boy was all pale skin and pink lips, blue eyes and baby blonde hair. He was a dream to most men; a sweet and precious thing for them to adore and kill themselves over. He was beautiful in every way, and had the body of a God. Bare naked, he glowed like some kind of ethereal creature that had stepped out of every grown man's fantasy.

Stephen hadn't been new to the Dom/sub circuit, but he had recently become one of Steve Rogers' Daddies. And it hadn't taken much for the wealthy doctor and Sorcerer Supreme to fall in love with the boy either. Steve was sweet and adorable and completely clueless about most of what Stephen talked about. In the most essential of ways, Steve was a literal baby when it came to the man's extensive knowledge of music, cars, medical procedures and of course, magic.

And the doctor found that particular quality trait endearing.

"Come here little one." The sorcerer commanded in a calm and easy voice, unlocking the cage with a snap of his fingertips.

The iron door swings open noiselessly, wide enough for the blonde to crawl out of it.

"Uh-uh-uh, on all fours sweetheart." Stephen corrects firmly as Steve goes to stand on shaky legs. The boy quickly stills and returns to his hands and knees, obedient. He continues on towards his Daddy in a steady pace until he reaches the man's feet. Without permission, he rests his cheek on the man's knee, sighing softly and tiredly, his eyes fluttering shut. Stephen allows it for a moment, revelling in the baby softness of the blonde's hair. His fingers smooth through the strands like water, nails reaching to gently scratch at the base of the boys skull. Much like petting a cat behind its head, Steve begins to purr.

Loudly.

The Sorcerer Supreme almost breaks a smile but he quickly restores his composure, and tightens his fingers in the boy's hair.

"It would serve you well to be exceptionally obedient as of now, kitten. This is a punishment, not a treat." He chides, Steve's eyes closed as he's not allowed to look up into his Daddy's face. He whines and whimpers, purrs dying down as he's reminded of his place.

"M'sorry Daddy." He whispers, his movement and sound sloppy with every drop Stephen puts him through. He's barely coherent to string together proper sentences so the words fall off his lips like a drunken cry. His cheek lights up when Stephen plants a firm slap to his face.

"I didn't permit you to speak, sweetheart."

Steve whines pitifully again and cuddles Stephen's leg. "Good boy." He pouts against the expensive Armani fabric of his Daddy's trousers.

Stephen scoffs, amused. "Good boy? Really?"

Steve bites his lips, his teary eyes blinking in thought. He scrunches up his nose and then nods his head with a happy coo. The doctor huffs and rolls his eyes, gripping Steve by the jaw, forcing the boy to look into his eyes. Steve flutters his long, blonde lashes and gazes up at his Daddy with hooded eyes.

"Good boy Daddy." He insists.

"No." Stephen counters sharply, hyper-extending the boy's neck with a single hand in his hair.

"You're a very bad boy. You disobeyed your Daddies on the mission yesterday. All of us."

Steve pouts again and huffs sadly, whining and snuffling against Stephen's knee. He's so spoiled, Stephen thinks with an endearing grin.

"Protect- ...Stevie protect..." The boy grumps, biting down on Stephen's knee, saliva staining the Armani. He tugs at the fabric like a puppy with it's favorite toy and Stephen has to bat him on the ears sharply for him to let go.

"Protect? We told you not to take on those men by yourself. We told you to wait for back-up. But what did you do? Hm?"

Steve glares hard at the floor, blue eyes bright with equal guilt and pride. He saved his Daddies. He fought all ten of those bad guys and rescued those hostages. And nobody died. The press had nothing to say now. He saved people and no one died.

"You know I can hear your inner-most thoughts, right sweet-pea?" Stephen interrupts, a perfect brow raised as Steve blinks up at him, worried.

"Sorry Daddy."

"Don't apologize for thinking baby. I'm just troubled that you did all of that just to save us and prove yourself to the press. You know we can handle ourselves and the press- well, the press can go fuck themselves."

Steve's pretty eyes go wide and he damn near shoves his fist in his mouth to stop from gasping.

"Language Daddy! You said a bad word!" He whispers, looking around the room scandalously. Stephen's chest almost bursts from his baby's cuteness. He hides his smile and brings the boy up to sit on his lap, smooth, naked legs on either side of his waist. He can feel the heat radiating from between the boy's legs as he settles.

"I did say a bad word, didn't I honey?" The doctor concedes, stroking his fingers down Steve's cheek. The boy giggles and nods his head twice.

"D'you think I should be punished?"

Steve immediately shakes his head and pouts those pretty pink lips, giving his Daddy the infamous Steeb puppy-eyes. "Nope. Daddies can't be punished."

"Sure they can. Just like bad boys." Stephen smiles, kissing Steve on the forehead.

"M' I a bad boy Daddy?"

"Yes." Stephen answers with surety. Steve pouts sadly.

"You're s'posed to say no." He mutters petulantly, rutting against his Daddy's crotch like a bitch in heat.

"Am I?"

"Mhm. Angry?"

Stephen purses his lips. "I'm not angry sweetheart. I'm just worried. Daddies get worried when their babies willingly put themselves in danger just to prove a point."

Steve hangs his head shamefully, booping his forehead on Stephen's chest.

"M'sorry Daddy." He mumbles mournfully, curling up to make himself smaller. Stephen nearly caves at the sweet sound of his boy's whimpers and snuffles but he maintains his resolve, lifting the blonde's head from his chest to look deep into his eyes.

"I know you are. But you still need the discipline."

Tears glisten in those ethereal blue pools, the boy's bottom lip quivering with the effort it takes to hold in his petulant cries. He's such a baby, Stephen thinks to himself as he lifts the boy off his lap and onto his knees on the floor. Steve immediately buries his face in the man's crotch, breathing in his natural scent and the expensive fabric. Stephen's cologne is barely noticeable save for the dark and woodsy smell of it- it's like catnip for the blonde.

"Hmm, scenting me, are you kitten?" The sorcerer rumbles darkly, the low growl in his voice enticing softer, more high pitched coos from Steve. He grabs the boy by his hair and yanks his head back. Those pretty eyes are closed, plushy pink lips hanging slightly open.

Steve's already dropping.

He brings the boy over to a bench, made of ancient mahogany and completely padded with an exquisite wine red leather covering. He fixes Steve onto it, strapping the boy's wrists and ankles so that he's perched on all fours, head down, ass up, for his Daddy's pleasure. He whimpers a little, but the sound is muffled and broken, like he's too low to even moan properly. Stephen walks around his after he's set up, hooded blue-grey eyes observing the boy carefully. He looks perfect like that; restrained and completely held down by the leathered straps, pale, creamy skin glowing incandescent in the darkened room. His blonde hair is soft and fluffy, some stray strands falling into those gorgeous eyes. They're barely noticeable under thick, long blonde lashes. His boy's lips are wet and swollen from being bitten all night.

He's completely under.

Stephen begins to speak, his voice calm but reinforced with a low timbre that's firm and authoritative. Like an Alpha with its Omega.

"Your disobedience must be met with some kind of disciplinary action. It isn't something your Daddy enjoys doing to you love, but it has to be done. I'll not have you putting yourself in unnecessary danger like that again."

He holds Steve's head by the hair, lifting him up slightly to look into his eyes. "Do you understand?"

He barely gets a coherent answer from the boy but the soft, "mmh..." is enough. He pats Steve's cheek gently, pressing a kiss to the boy's soft lips before standing up. He straightens out his suit, fixes his hair back into place and stalks around the bench to Steve's beautifully displayed ass. The skin is incredibly soft, he thinks with passing interest, the flesh crowding between his fingers as he squeezes it, leaving red handprints all across it. Steve whines low in his throat at the mild pain the action brings but he pushes back insistently against Stephen's hands.

"Keep it up for me baby." The man orders, sighing contentedly when Steve arches his back even deeper, his ass out on proper display for his Daddy.

"There's my good boy." He praises, receiving a soft moan of appreciation from the blonde. "Now, I want you to be as still as possible for me. Can you do that sweetheart?"

Steve whimpers again but his barely noticeable nod doesn't go unnoticed, and Stephen smiles, immensely pleased.

"You'll receive ten lashes from my bare hand, no paddle, no cat-o-nine. Just me. Your other Daddies, of course, wanted me to punish you with the studded belt."

Steve shivers at that and wriggles in his bonds for only a second before Stephen's hand on the back of his neck calms him down.

"Shh darling. It's alright. You need this. Need Daddy's firm hand on you, don't you kitten? Need to be put in your place?"

Steve lets out a loud moan at his Daddy's words, though it is more so the Alpha-like, authoritative tone that gets him. He feels his body tremble under the man's touch, lighting his skin on fire as he prepares to issue the punishment.

"Daddy... please..." He whispers, eyes slowly closing but his mouth hung open, wet pink lips begging for a mercy that would never come. He barely has time to react when the first hit comes. He jerks involuntarily, a tiny gasp bursting from his lips as Stephen growls low and dirty in his ear, "One."

The Sorcerer stops to admire the bright red handprint on his boy's pretty butt for a second, before going in again. One hand rests on the small of Steve's back, while the other stiffens in preparation for the second lash. It comes and both of them grunt out loud this time.

"That's two," Stephen rumbles, his hand throbbing and stinging just as much as Steve's skin was. Ghost pains light up his infamously damaged hands but he bears it- bears it all for his boy. Steve's crying, soft sobs that let his Daddy know that he appreciates the time he's taking to do this. It hurts, but he knows it has to be done.

"Never scare me like that on the battlefield again, love. You mean too much to me and-...I've l- You ever do that again and I'll have you caged for a month."

"M'sorry Daddy... sorry-" Steve whimpers, eyes still closed, tears running down his cheeks. And he means it. He knows how much pain and guilt he'd caused his Daddies to feel, isolating himself on that field without waiting for their back-up. Of course, his muddled mind wasn't capable of feeling the exact guilt at the current moment but he knows he's being punished for something that he did.

And he knows that he deserves it.

Stephen growls and issues four more lashes, Steve gasping in pain at the sixth one. He wriggles against his bonds but doesn't get far.

Stephen wastes no time in delivering the other four.

"Seven."

"Pl- please..."

"Eight-"

"Daddy mmh-"

"Nine!"

"St- uh!"

"Ten."

Steve's a quivering, crying mess by the time Stephen is done with him. His pale cheeks are heavily adorned by pretty scarlet handprints. The blonde wriggles around in his bonds, sobbing but completely down given his drunken movements and tiny, moaning whimpers. When Stephen unstraps his boy and turns him over on his back, he can see the poor thing's tiny cock glistening, dark pink and hard.

"Mm, look at you, love. Leaking for me after a simple punishment. Slick and wet. But not wet enough."

Steve observes the man with hooded eyes, pupils dilated and surrounded by a ring of bright blue. Thick, blonde lashes flutter as the boy coos softly, aware that his Daddy is speaking to him but completely lost as to the man's exact words. He suddenly lets out a choked gasp, his body shuddering as Stephen sinks two long fingers deep inside his-

"Daddy!" The blonde cries, hips thrusting sharply as his Daddy slides his fingers out and then in again. His eyes, though glazed over, glances down tearfully to see Stephen's hand reaching between his legs, where his little cocklet used to be.

The Doctor smiles warmly down at his boy, fingering his wet pussy.

"Doesn't that feel wonderful baby boy?"

Steve cries out like a bitch in heat every time Stephen's fingers delve deep between his wet, pink folds. He doesn't have the mental capacity to express his pleasant shock at his Daddy using magic to alter his body. It's not something Stephen does often, but when he does, Steve proceeds to lose his mind in the best ways possible.

"D- Daddy... pl- please...!" The sweet boy cries out, back arching hard as Stephen touches a special place deep inside him that causes his entire body to spasm. Tears flow freely down his face as he squirts, drenching his Daddy's hand, his legs closing up tight before spreading open again. Tremors of pleasure still wrack his body as he breathes deep, breaths hitched with little cute gasps as his Daddy wriggles his fingers some more before pulling them out. His pussy makes a wet, squelching sound as the last digit slips out and he clenches up at the loss of penetration.

His mournful cry however, is cut off when Stephen gently slips those wet fingers into his mouth. Big, tearful blue eyes blink innocently up at the man, while pretty, plush pink lips suckle on the long, tapering fingers.

"Oh, you love that don't you sweetheart? Hm? Love tasting your pussy on my fingers?" Stephen asks gently, quietly and soothingly even though he's not expecting an answer. Steve's too far gone to answer him coherently, completely subdued and down. The Sorcerer Supreme feels an innate sense of pride at the thought of fulfilling his duties as a Daddy. As Steve's Daddy.

Those angelic blue eyes blink at him as Steve starts to coo, smiling dopily while he suckles on his Daddy's fingers. His hips thrust a little, small, sad whines escaping his throat at the lack of friction against his still wet pussy. He reaches a hand down and slips a finger between his wet folds, body jerking at the stroke of pleasure that runs through him like a lightning rod.

"Uh-uh, no touching, my sweet boy." Stephen chides, not unkindly as he removes Steve's inexperienced hand. "That pussy belongs to me. I'm the only one allowed to touch it. Is that understood?"

Steve's big blue eyes are glassy and unresponsive as he swallows thickly, plush lips quivering.

"Is that understood?" Stephen repeats, his voice authoritative and Alpha-like. He slips his hand around the boy's neck and squeezes firmly. The blonde's eyes instantly darkens, pretty mouth gaping in a tiny 'o' as his body slackens in response. His neck is a notorious neutralizing point and the Doctor knows it.

When Steve eventually simmers down, he gently eases the pressure of his hands around the boy's throat. There's a tiny sigh of drunken pleasure but Steve doesn't make any attempt to touch his pussy again. Stephen rearranges him so that he's sitting up-right, naked bum on the leathered surface of the bench. It's shiny and wet from the blonde's own juices but he doesn't even acknowledge the slip and slide. He simply allows his Daddy to spread his legs wide until the man's hard, hot cock is pressed flush between his pink folds. Stephen's cock prods put proudly from the hastily opened zipper of his expensive suit. Steve's pussy tightens at the feel of his Daddy pressing in.

"Shhh, sweet baby." The Sorcerer Supreme soothes gently, breath brushing against Steve's ear as he begins to add pressure to his thrusts. "I know it's always like your first time every time I do this, baby boy. But there's pleasure after the pain my sweet darling."

His actions aren't as sweet or as gentle as his words but Steve takes it all inside of him like the good girl he is. A sharp, stinging pain crackles like a live wire inside his pussy and he cries out hard.

Stephen jolts as his thick cock penetrates his love deeper past the thin skin protecting his 'virginity'. Steve wails out again but holds on tight to his Daddy, pale legs wrapped around the man's waist; perfect position for breeding. His tight pussy clenches around his Daddy's cock, spasming at the friction igniting a deep and hot arousal inside his belly.

"So sweet, my dearest little one. Allowing me the pleasure of taking your modesty like this. Thank you, my love." Stephen growls into his boy's ear as he thrusts his hips hard into Steve's wet cunt. Steve cries out louder this time, eyes shut tight as tears leak from the corner of his eyes. His body jerks and jumps with every thrust Stephen issues, the man's once damaged hands stroking the blonde's head tenderly.

"Daddy please, please... in me..." Steve begs quietly, nose pressed into Stephen's neck as he sobs and pleads, pussy spasming around his Daddy's cock.

"What's that sweetheart? Hm?" Stephen coos, kissing Steve's ear, then his temple and then his ear again.

"Please cum in me Daddy... please... please..." Steve begs again, nuzzling against Stephen's neck like a hungry kitten. The Sorcerer leans his head back just a little to look at his baby's blue eyes, and it almost takes his breath away. Those big blue orbs practically glow and glisten as Steve peers back up at his Daddy through thick, feathery blonde lashes. He's biting at his pink lips, all plush and swollen and wet.

Stephen smiles down at his baby. "Sweetheart, you know that this is a punishment. But, since I'm in a generous mood tonight, I'll give you what you want. Want me to cum inside your pussy, hm? Deep inside you, filling you up with my seed. Oh, that's every Daddy's dream, love. Breeding their sweet little baby boy."

Steve is delirious with pleasure, sobbing as Stephen accentuates his words with sharp but intimate thrusts. He's so deep, Steve can feel it in his belly, squirming as he's impaled on his Daddy's thick length.

"Don't you worry darling, Daddy's cumming. Oh God, yes! Yes sweetheart."

Stephen growls as he cums, hips thrusting hard as he empties his impressive load inside the beautiful blonde. Steve's whimpers gradually turn into deeper, more mournful moans that die prematurely in his throat as a result of Stephen wrapping capable and firm hands around the boy's neck. He squeezes until the boy's entire body goes lax under him, the boy surrendering all functions for simply lying there under his Daddy and taking all that the man has to give. He cums with a tiny squeak. Darkened and hooded blue eyes glisten up at him through thick, wet lashes, bottom lip swollen and deep red between perfect teeth. His pale, peachy skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, making him glow under the dim light of the room. He looks even more breathtaking post-orgasm and Stephen refuses to let him go, even for a second.

He utilizes his magic again to alter their location from the now uncomfortable leathered bench, to his own room. They're on blood-red silken sheets, soft white pillows and bathed in candlelight. Steve's skin has cooled off to the point where he's resting comfortably in Stephen's arms and the Sorcerer's eyes are closed while he hums softly in Steve's ear.

"Baby, you know this was supposed to be a punishment." He mutters, planting a quick kiss on the blonde's earlobe. Steve squirms tiredly on his chest whilst murmuring nonsense mostly to himself.

The Sorcerer Supreme smiles like the Cheshire car he is and strokes Steve's downy blonde hair lovingly.

"Of course you don't mind. You love it anyway, isn't that right darling?"

He gets a small nod at that and accepts it gladly. Steve was more precious to him than any artefact the Kamar Taj could ever possess and he needed to hear it every time.

"I know you're listening to every word I say love, even if you don't have the capacity to respond right now. But I need you to know that we all love you baby. Your Daddy loves you and anytime you put yourself in unnecessary danger, is just going to make us worry about you even more, okay?"

Steve, as the Doctor said, doesn't respond due to his incredible drop, but he clings on to his Daddy tighter, making a soft purring sound in the back of his throat that ends in a gurgling smile from the blonde as he blinks up happily- and sleepily at Stephen.

His baby was more magical than anything he'd ever dreamed of.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed and thank you for the love!

Chapter 10: Baby

Summary:

This is the origin of bby Steeb and his first times subbing for his Daddies

Notes:

So good to see all of you and your love for this fic! I've finally found the time to think about stories and other daddies to pair sub steeb with so, more to come! Hope you enjoy ❤, Sam Haine

Baby

 

Bucky had unceremoniously dropped his phone when he heard the news.

The entire world was in a frenzy after the goddamn rumours broke out, spreading like an unforgiving wildfire and catching with every media press release and gossip blog that was released. The Avengers Tower had been surrounded by representatives from broadcasting networks and the state authorities to regular civilians and fans. Everyone was absolutely losing their minds at the thought of something as unfathomable as a man waking up after seventy years of being dead.

Bucky, of course had been on a covert operation on behalf of SHIELD with Natasha and Tony. They hadn't heard the news until they'd returned to Manhattan after six months under deep shadows. The mission had been an infiltration of a secret nuclear lab funded supposedly by HYDRA in Siberia. In the end, they'd found out that the operatives were functioning under the United States government, as per the request of one Thaddeus Thunderbolt Ross.

They had imagined that they were about to drop a bomb on Fury as they returned, only to be ambushed with possibly more mind-blowing news.

Captain America had returned from the dead.

Bucky doesn't remember anything before he'd heard the news, except for the fact that Natasha had helped him to stay vertical, leaning on her shoulder as Tony spoke to Fury on his phone which now had a cracked screen as a result of his clumsy hands. He felt nausea rising in his stomach as he observed Tony intently, his sharp ears trying to pick up what was being said. Nat just stayed by his side, also monitoring Tony with clear green eyes. They were all still suited up, injured, bloody and bloody tired.

Tony quickly ends the call, then approaches them, his hazel eyes troubled.

"We're to report to the Triskellion immediately." He announces, the metal of his suit squeaking and whirring with every movement of his legs and arms.

Natasha frowns. "No debriefing?"

The man shrugs. "Hell if I know. Fury wants the whole team there so I'm assuming he's already flown Clint and Banner there."

Bucky chews on the inside of his cheek idly, blue-gray eyes blank.

"What about Thor?"

Tony raises a brow, scratching at his goatee. "What about him?"

Bucky shakes his head and mumbles, "I dunno. Just asking."

It doesn't take all of Tony's PhDs to realize that the news is taking a massive toll on Bucky. The man had grown up with Captain America, back when he was merely a regular civilian known as Steven Rogers. He'd fought in the Second World War alongside said Steve Rogers, and had also supposedly died in the same war. It had been revealed much later through a secret mission carried out by Fury himself and the Avengers that James Barnes had been issued a similar super-soldier serum and had been brainwashed into being HYDRA's secret weapon, the Winter Soldier.

They'd managed to save Barnes, clearing his criminal record and healing his mind of the traumas he'd been forced to endure. And though most of the terrible mechanisms had been expelled from his mind, Steve had remained the one constant in his memory that he couldn't forget. When he'd first moved in to the Tower, he'd been silent and unwilling to share anything about Steve or his past with the team. But slowly, gradually, he'd begun sharing small things about the star-spangled Steve Rogers. Their times as boys growing up in 1930s Brooklyn, how they'd hop trains and visit different places, that time he'd made Steve ride the Cyclone at Coney Island and made him throw up immediately after... and the brief time they'd shared during the war and just before they'd lost each other.

And now this.

He feels a hand squeezing his shoulder firmly and looks up into Tony's eyes, appreciating the concern he sees there.

"We're right here for you."

He offers the man a small smile and presses a kiss to his knuckles.

"Thank you."

"We're almost there boys." Natasha calls from the cockpit of the Quinjet. They'd been hovering the Tower before Fury's call so it wasn't a hassle to head on over to the Triskellion. Tony kisses Bucky's forehead as the jet lands on the helipad. His stomach is in rightful knots but he knows he has to be strong for his lover. All of the Avengers were extremely close and often engaged in casual sexual relations. But all of them were also dominant and could never really settle each other fully. Despite this fact, both Tony and Bucky had been the closest of the six of them. Their connection had been instantaneous and this was beside the fact that Tony's father Howard had been friends with both Bucky and Steve.

"Are you ready?" The red-haired assassin asks them as they exit the jet.

Bucky offers her a strained smile and shrugs. "Are you?"

 

********

 

"Well it's about damn time. I told you fifteen minutes Romanoff." Fury chides, but it's obvious that he's just trying to lighten the mood.

Bucky's already bolting past two guards.

"Hold up there Barnes." The Director of SHIELD warns, as the guards forcefully block Bucky from the door they seem to be securing.

"Where is he? I need to see him." The soldier demands, his entire demeanour mimicking that of the Winter Soldier. He's focused, deathly perceptive and his metal fist is clenched.

"Calm down, Barnes. The doctors are scanning his vitals."

Bucky's face screws up angrily at Fury, eyes steely and cold.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"You were on a mission." The man answers simply, his tone revealing no regrets.

"Yeah, but we weren't."

Bucky, Nat and Tony turn to see Clint and Bruce quickly approach them, the scientist embracing Tony while Clint kisses Natasha's cheek. Fury leaves to go talk with the Secretary but not before motioning discreetly to the SHIELD guards to keep a steady lookout. The other Avengers look just as exhausted and worn down as if they'd been on their own mission and it just shows how unsettling and taxing Captain America's discovery had been for them. Bucky sadly accepts Bruce's embrace, immediately feeling the man's calming effect, his blood simmering down to a slow and steady stream in his veins.

"It's gonna be okay Bucky. You won't be alone." The scientist reassures him and it's everything he needs to hear.

Clint approaches him after, ruffling his hair like the little shit he is but then wrapping him in a warm hug. Both he and Clint had probably the most complicated relationship but it worked. They teamed up the most on missions and worked the best whenever they had to rely on each other; like a well-oiled killing machine.

"I'm here buddy. And I'm sure he'll be ecstatic to see your ugly mug." Clint says, obviously grinning as Bucky returns his hug. The brunette rolls his eyes but he isn't annoyed. Clint's humour is something that he greatly appreciates at the moment.

"I don't even know if he'd recognize me." He confesses quietly, keeping an eye on the security detail in front of the room Steve's being kept in.

"Well, you were a little better looking back then. This long, caveman hairstyle isn't cutting it anyway."

"Seriously?" Bucky deadpans, staring at the archer, clearly unimpressed.

"What? I'm just sayin-"

"We all know what happens when you start talking Barton." Tony interrupts, clapping him on the back.

Natasha nods. "It's best you stop before I end up putting your foot in your mouth."

Clint frowns, slow. "Don't you mean before I end up putting my foot in my mouth?"

Natasha smiles sweetly while Bruce simply grins, "She said what she said."

Fury approaches then after having a chat with Secretary Alexander Pierce.

"Okay, there are a few things you need to know before we just burst in there like the frickin' FBI."

Bucky is on his feet immediately, eye level with the fearless Director, his jaw clenched tight and ticking. Tony adopts the same posture as does the rest of them; they don't like being lied to. Fury takes note of their stance and holds up a hand.

"Look, I know you're mad. But this had to be contained in order to maintain the Captain's safety."

"We could've protected him just fine Nick. Why did we find out the same time the public did?" Bucky growls, smelling a rat as Pierce catches his eyes from a distance. The man quickly turns and walks away in the opposite direction, his lean form fitted in a white and grey tailored suit.

Fury sighs, shaking his head.

"The climatologists who discovered him and the Valkyrie had post-graduate students on their project. One of them tweeted about it. We were able to intercept the tweet but he'd already posted about it on Tumblr. Once we took the post down, it was too late. Rumors were already beginning to spread and the media were planning on ambushing the Avengers to find out more. It was best if you knew nothing. The less you know, the less they know."

Bucky growls. "That's not good enough. You could've told me, at least."

"I needed you laser focused on that mission." Fury replies as if it were the simplest of concepts to understand.

"Speaking of which, when should we debrief?" Natasha questions, handing over a silver thumb drive. Fury takes it and slips it into his trench-coat's under pocket.

"We'll debrief tomorrow. I figured you'd need the rest of today to get deal with this bombshell."

Tony pats Bucky's shoulder gently before nodding at the Director.

"What's he like? Is he awake yet? Has he said anything?"

Fury inhales deeply, nodding at first before shaking his head.

"When they found him, he was buried in about six feet of ice. It took them an entire month to chip him out of the ship and then two months to defrost him completely. After that, he came to his senses, out-ran an entire squadron of men completely naked and then stopped in the middle of Time Square where he fainted and was brought to the Triskellion for treatment."

Bucky finds it hard to keep a level head when he hears of Steve's dilemma. His poor baby was probably so scared and confused, waking up alone and surrounded by a bunch of cold and intrusive agents who just wanted to oogle him.

Fury continues; "He was treated for hypothermia but those symptoms quickly disappeared, my guess is that it's because of the serum. But he was malnourished and exhausted, so he was fed liquids through an IV tube."

Natasha hums in response, gauging Bucky's temperament but not noticing any aggression anymore. Now, it just seems as if he's in grief at hearing all the horrible things his friend had been put through since returning to the world.

"What are his patterns?" She asks, ever the practical one of the group.

Fury sighs. "He sleeps, mostly. We've chalked it up to him being frozen for so long. There are traces of ice still within his system, not sure how but it's the reason why he keeps having epileptic-like seizures. We've put him in an incubator to keep him warm until the ice is removed completely. Dr Banner, we were hoping you could help with that."

Bruce nods immediately, straightening his lab coat.

"Actually Nick, I was hoping that Tony and I would be Steve's primary medical overseers. The less bodies he comes into contact with, the better. At least for now anyway."

Fury nods sharply. "Done."

"And what about his designation?" Tony chirps, brows drawn in, shadowing his eyes.

"What about it?" Fury counters coolly.

Bruce responds without missing a beat. "It's crucial that we know his designation so that he can be taken care of appropriately."

"Submissive." Bucky answers, his voice cutting through the noise in the room only to leave it in silence.

They all turn to look at him.

"He's a submissive."

Tony looks shocked and doesn't even try to hide it.

"The star-spangled man with a plan is a sub?"

Bucky shoots him a withering look and he instantly shuts up.

"He was born a sub, his very nature is to be submissive. The serum didn't change that. Even after the experiment, when he rescued me from Zola, he needed me to keep him balanced, stable. And safe. When I fell, I guess it took a lot out of him and he never recovered. I assumed that Peggy would have been my replacement but... then I read about the plane crash. Thought I'd lost him forever."

His voice becomes weak with emotion as he finally realizes that his baby came back to him. That Steve's really there, in a room three footsteps away from him. His dominant instincts ramp up violently and he shudders with the effort it takes to keep him from breaking down the door to get to his boy. Fury seems to notice so he quickly adjourns their little impromptu meeting.

"You may visit him now. But tomorrow, he'll be transported to the Tower, to be in closer proximity to Dr Banner and Stark. He needs stability more than ever and being around strange people all day isn't good for a submissive."

 

*****

 

When they walk in, the room is deathly silent save for a soft beeping coming from a machine in the corner furthest from the door. The lighting is fluorescent bright and harsh, carrying with it a cold and sterile atmosphere. It all seems too impersonal, too detached and far from comforting. The machine they discover, is more like a rectangular box, made of titanium and fitted with a wide glass window to observe the contents within.

Bruce is the first to realize what it is.

"It's an incubator." He murmurs reverently as their curious eyes peer through the glass, gasping at the sight there.

Behind the glass, is a naked figure, curled up in a little ball, surrounded by soft-looking blue and white blankets. A tuft of blonde hair peeks out from under a soft white pillow, and socked feet poke out from under the blankets. His skin is pale and a little discolored which immediately puts Bucky on edge. He looks more like a newborn baby that's a little blue.

"Why is he blue?" He demands, heart thumping hard in his chest, his hand on the glass trying to get as close to Steve as possible.

"It might be that his system is still cold and his blood cells aren't getting enough oxygen because the blood flow has slowed down. Lack of oxygen causes the skin to turn blue." Bruce answers promptly, joining Tony who's standing closer to the digital gauges, studying the machine.

"So he- ...he can't breathe?" Bucky questions, his voice broken.

"He can," Natasha responds, "Just, not that well so the incubator is also providing him with the oxygen he needs."

Bucky feels his heart shatter and absolutely burn with the need to break into that stupid machine and hold his baby, but he needs to keep his dominant instincts in check. For Steve's sake, and for his team. Steve wriggles about in the blankets, kicking them away from around him. His pillow shifts from over his head and suddenly Bucky can see his pretty face. His lips are still plump and gorgeous as ever, albeit a little blue. And his eyes are closed, thick blonde lashes dusting over sharp cheekbones. But what makes Bucky's cock stir is the sight of Steve suckling sleepily on his thumb, his submissive instincts no doubt the reason for that habit.

"Aww he's sucking his thumb." Clint coos, calling over Tony and Bruce excitedly.

"Oh dear, that is absolutely adorable." Tony mutters, completely drawn to the sight of the naked blonde sub. It seems as if all their dominant instincts were responding to Steve's submissive ones and suddenly they were very protective of him. Bucky could feel their warmth radiating from them as they gazed upon his Stevie, totally starry-eyed. The heartbreak he feels in his chest lightens up a bit at that, and he's suddenly extremely thankful for his team. They're his family now, they might as well be Steve's as well.

"On krasivyy mal'chik, James." Natasha murmurs, her emerald eyes monitoring Steve's shortened breaths. She thought Steve was a beautiful boy, and she was right.

"He is." Bucky responds softly, heart bursting at the way Steve cuddles his pillow. His baby was here, with him now, in this century.

It's such a difficult thing to believe since he's had to go through decades of not being with his boy. It feels unreal despite the fact that he's literally standing there, looking at Steve sleep inside the incubator. Tears spring to his eyes but he doesn't let them fall. He needs to be there for his sweet boy; needs to be strong for him. They leave the room with much reluctance and Bucky feels his dominant instincts try to fight his decision to walk away. He has to keep reminding himself that Steve will come back to him in the morning.

That night, he clings to Tony more than he's ever done before, grateful beyond words that the man is his lover. He lies naked in Tony's muscular arms, head on his chest as they ignore the holographic movie in front of them. Tony presses a gentle kiss to his forehead, his facial hair scraping along his skin deliciously. As dominants, they often took turns in fucking each other, satisfying their arousal but never really fulfilling their dominant instincts. It was never a problem between them and it wasn't one now.

"He's absolutely gorgeous." Tony muses quietly, glistening with sweat that's cooling on his brow.

Bucky chuckles and kisses Tony's neck, biting the skin there.

"I told you he was. The best boy I'd ever had... have. Best boy I have..."

Tony listens to him stumble over his words before stroking his temple gently.

"He still is your boy, Barnes."

Bucky shakes his head. "What if he doesn't remember?"

The mechanic shrugs. "Then we'll jolt his memory."

"What if he doesn't want me as his dom anyway?"

Tony smirks mischievously. "Then I'll be his Daddy."

Bucky turns to pointedly stare at his crazy lover, unimpressed but yet so fond of the man.

"I'd love to see you dom him." He confides quietly, a gentle smile on his lips. He can feel Tony freeze under him, considering his words carefully.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, James." The man finally says seriously. "His submissive calls to my dominance like a fucking magnet."

Bucky shifts in Tony's arms and instead, sprawls beside him, leaning on his elbow. He blinks at the man for a few seconds, gauging Tony's emotions before grinning at him.

"I could tell. I saw all of you staring at him today, like he was this rare delicacy, spread out on a platter for you to eat up."

"Ja-" Tony starts but he's quickly cut off by Bucky's finger on his lips.

"After the serum, Steve's appetite grew exponentially. He needed to be satisfied daily and regularly. I was his main dom but when he needed it bad, Peggy would help me take care of him. And sometimes..." He pauses, eyeing the man with an uncertain expression.

"And sometimes?" Tony pushes, eyes wide and hungry.

Bucky sighs. "And sometimes Howard."

To Tony's credit, he doesn't look sickened or revolted. Quite the opposite. Instead, he looks as if the greatest question in his life had been answered after so many years. He huffs but presses a kiss to Bucky's lips, grinning.

"Well, now I know why my Dad was so insistent on finding him after the crash."

Bucky rolls his eyes and drops his forehead onto Tony's chest.

"God Stark, you're insufferable." He chuckles dryly, finally feeling settled for the first time since he'd returned from his mission.

"I do." He comments softly, holding Tony close. "I love all of you. And I'm sure Steve will too."

Tony eyes him curiously. "Are you letting all of us dom him?"

Bucky chuckles. "No one lets Steve do anything. He'll decide on his own but knowing my boy, he's gonna be sitting on every cock this team has to offer as soon as he's out of that incubator."

Tony groans, rubbing his aroused cock against Bucky's leg. "Jesus Christ Barnes, the way you talk."

Bucky chuckles, head empty and heart full of joy with the knowledge that his baby boy was alive and safe.

"Goodnight, love." He murmurs, letting sleep take him.

"Night babe." Tony replies contentedly, holding him close.

 

*******

They're all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by the time Fury calls to notify them of their new resident.

Steve's incubator is brought in by Tony's Iron Legion and placed in the lounge of the fourth floor. Tony had re-designed the floor for Captain America as he was declared an Avenger by Pierce and Fury. It only made sense that he should have his own room in the Tower. Fury watches them through a hologram as they stand around, eyeing the incubator nervously.

"You're the Avengers. Not cats looking at a zucchini. Don't look so spooked. He's a submissive and needs as much care as possible. Barnes, if you or any of the others cannot fulfill his needs as doms, SHIELD will be forced to provide one. I expect a full report on his behaviour, health and habits within a month. Fury, out."

The hologram vanishes.

"Well, ain't he a fun guy." Tony mocks, chuckling as he goes to help Bruce with the machine.

"Trust Fury to make domming sound like a black op." Clint adds, peering through the glass.

Bucky steadily approaches Bruce who's checking the screens, measuring the readings carefully. "What's wrong?"

Bruce glances at him before looking back at the screens.

"It looks like his haemoglobin levels have stabilised overnight. He's breathing without the incubator now and he seems pretty warm to me."

"How d'you know?" Bucky asks, feeling dumb but needing to know what all of this means for his precious boy.

"His skin isn't blue anymore." Natasha tells him, gesturing with her chin to Steve who's tossing and turning, restless.

Bucky looks past the glass and sure enough, he notices the healthy pink colour under Steve's pale skin. He's still a little smaller than Bucky, muscles soft from decades of rest. His lips are plush and pink and Bucky just wants to kiss them. His boy is still naked as the day he was born, hairless and completely smooth. His hair is a pale blonde, fluffy and tousled beautifully. And those eyes; Jesus Bucky could just drown in those baby blues.

Wait...

"He's awake." Tony says, to no one in particular.

They all watch in silence as Bruce opens the incubator, the chilly air of the Tower making Steve tremble. The blonde shakes his head in surprise as he sneezes softly, a small "chu!" Big blue eyes look up at them, worried and sad.

Then he sees Bucky.

Blonde brows sink lower and lower until they're drawn densely over those pretty eyes. His lower lip quivers, signalling an oncoming cry and Bucky quickly rushes over to him. He kneels down before Steve, caressing his cheek gently, shushing him lovingly.

"It's okay baby. I'm here. Don't cry sweetheart."

"Bu- Bucky?" He sobs, wiping at his eyes before being pulled into the man's broad chest. Once there, he starts crying in earnest, tortured wails ripping from his throat as his dom holds him tightly. The other Avengers feel Steve's submissive claw and tear at their dominant instincts and it's a downright struggle to resist the idea of comforting him.

"We should give em some space." Tony suggests though it sounds more like an order.

The others aren't too happy to oblige but they do anyway.

Bucky doesn't even realize they're gone until he's helping Steve out of his incubator and into his designated room on the same floor. He carries Steve to the bed and rests him down gently on the soft blankets. Steve looks up at him, eyes wide and wet, naked as a newborn and absolutely stunning. He stares up at Bucky, dazed but trying his best to stay focused for his dom.

"Thought you were dead..." He cries mournfully, making grabby hands at the soldier who is slowly taking off his clothes whilst keeping an eye on his precious baby. His shirt and jeans go flying somewhere behind him, and he takes note of how hungrily Steve's eyes are following the journey of his briefs, from around his waist all the way past his ankles.

"I'm right here baby."

Bucky's cock slaps deliciously against his belly, insanely thick, hard and already leaking precum. Steve licks his lips, an automatic reaction to seeing his Daddy's fat length. He's hungry for it, Bucky realizes but knows that it isn't what his baby needs at the moment.

No.

"No, I promise you I will stuff your mouth full of my cock after sweetheart. But right now, you need Daddy's cock inside your hole."

Steve tries his best to sit up straight but he's too uncoordinated to do so. Like a fawn, his limbs fail him and he collapses back against the bed with a thud. He sobs as Bucky grabs his legs and spreads them open wide. The man growls at the sight of Steve's tiny cock, barely three inches hard but thick and shiny with precum. His pink hole winks in quick succession, desperate to be opened and filled. He reaches down and pulls his plump cheeks apart, for his dom to gain better access to his hole.

God, Bucky had forgotten how good his boy was.

He spits into his hand and slicks up his cock, then he spits on Steve's pretty hole, getting his boy wet to make penetration a little easy on him.

"Train..." Steve chokes but he's not in the right space to properly talk about what had transpired in the past.

Bucky leans down over him, pressing a rough kiss to his lips, stroking his hair tenderly while he lined himself up with Steve's hole.

"We're not gonna discuss that now, sweetheart. You're not in the right state of mind to hold a conversation as heavy as that and it's unfair to you because you won't remember most of what I tell you. So you just lie there, all pretty and pink and let Daddy fill you."

Steve cries out again when the fat head of his Daddy's cock slips in past his tight sphincter with a wet pop. The pain he feels is blinding but the pleasure lurking just underneath his skin is maddening. Stevie loved pain, especially after he'd gotten the serum. He could heal so much faster than usual and that meant that Bucky could do his worst and he wouldn't even hurt for long. He moans out loud at the stinging pain that makes his hole curl up around Bucky's painfully thick length and immediately cums, his tiny pink cock spurting a translucent substance. It's not as thick and white as his dom's seed, and that's how it should be.

Bucky holds his little three inch pecker in between two fingers and rubs it firmly, Steve's juices wetting his fingers.

"Oh sweet baby, I've dreamed about this tiny little clit for so long. I've missed it so much, baby."

Steve whines and spurts again as Bucky sinks his cock in deeper, thick, prominent veins catching on the rim of Steve's red and swollen hole. Bucky gathers up as much of Steve's cum on his fingers and then offers his hand to his baby.

"Open your mouth baby."

Steve quickly obeys, opening that pretty fuckable mouth and sticking his little pink tongue out. He patiently waits for Bucky to smear his own cum on his lips and tongue before licking the man's hand clean and swallowing with a tiny, lazy smile. Bucky moans as he bottoms out in his sweet boy, leaning over to press a dirty, wet kiss to his baby's mouth.

"You already cock-drunk doll?" He whispers hotly into Steve's open mouth, thrusting his hips sharply, making the blonde squeak in pleasure. Those sparkly blue eyes have become hazy now, hooded and wet with lust. His plush pink lips hang slightly apart, just swallowing enough air to survive while the rest of his breaths are spent in pleasured moans and whimpers. He does in fact become a drunken, sloppy mess whenever he's in his dom's strong hands.

"You were always such a lightweight." Bucky growls, low in Steve's ear as he thrusts his hips into his boy's pliant body a few more times. He's so close to orgasm but doesn't want to give up this moment just yet. Steve's just as tight as the last time he'd had his baby boy, hidden within a field tent under the blanket of a beautiful night sky, all twinkling stars and no clouds in sight. He remembers every vivid detail of that time; the sounds, the scents, the feel of that soft, pale body in his rough, calloused hands. Steve had cried out a million 'I love you's' that night, and Bucky was sure he'd been the luckiest man on Earth back then.

He still feels that way.

"Shh, aw it's okay darlin'." He murmurs soothingly as Steve begins crying in earnest, his sobs changing pitch with every sharp thrust inside his cunt.

"It's okay baby, go ahead. Cry for me sweetheart. Cry for your dom, show me what my cock does to you. Show me."

The tears seem to flow at his command, ever the obedient submissive that Steve was. His face is wet with it, eyes sparkling as Bucky rises back up on his knees. He grips his boy by the thighs, pushing them back so that Steve's almost bent in half. He shifts his position to mount the blonde like a bitch, the angle causing Steve to cry out. Bucky feels the burning expand from deep within his stomach, making his spine tingle and his cock twitch hard.

"S- Sir... please..." Steve begs, arching his back as far as it would go.

Bucky is relentlessly pounding into his stretched out hole, one hand gripping his leg while the metal one grips his boy by the throat. He can feel the tension leave Steve's body instantly at his rough hold. The sub's Adam's Apple rolls firmly against his palm as he swallows, breath coming out in soft whines and wheezes. His oxygen is cut off completely, giving him no chance to breathe. Bucky is methodical with his movements as he fucks into the blissed out sub a bit harder. Steve's pretty and abused hole makes a wet, squelching sound as Bucky's thick cock slides back and forth against the tender walls.

"Gonna cum baby. You know what to do." He growls, letting go of Steve's throat just as he begins to fade out of consciousness. The rush of endorphins causes him to cum for a fifth time, his little clit squirting weakly against his hairless pelvis. Steve subconsciously tightens his cunt on his dom's cock, knowing it was his duty as a sub to milk the man's cum deep inside his body and to keep it there. Bucky cums then, thick spurts making his baby's insides wet and warm and full.

He rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm inside his sub before fixing them on the bed more comfortably. He slowly lifts Steve's long legs down from their perch on his shoulders, setting them down and rubbing at those pale, muscled thighs. Steve's barely surviving consciousness but he's fighting it, eyes glistening from behind thick blonde lashes as he tries his best to keep a watchful eye on his dom.

"Go to sleep sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up." He rumbles, settling on top of his boy, cock still buried deep inside his hole, keeping all of his cum in there. A submissive lost beneath several levels of subspace needed the heavy, firm weight of its dom as a tangible form of reassurance. The dom's responsibility was to keep his sub stable as it became lost in subsconsciousness. To make it feel owned and loved.

Steve had been empty and alone for so long that he'd gone into immediate drop at the sight of his dom. He wouldn't wake for a long time.

 

..................

 

Forty-eight hours later, Steve wakes up all clean and soft, naked save for a soft pink collar round his neck and pink lacy panties.

He blinks slowly, head spinning a little at the shift from deep sleep to full consciousness. He's in someone's lap, head resting on a broad, well-muscled and powerful chest. Large, muscular biceps hold him close, arms wrapped tight around his body, protectively. A warm hand is stroking his naked back gently, a simple melody humming in his ear. It's soothing and he feels his eyes become droopy again. He gurgles tiredly, nuzzling his face deeper into that warm neck.

"Hi sweetheart, you awake?"

Bucky's distant voice has him disoriented and confused for a quick moment, his eyes finally forcing open to observe his surroundings.

"There you are. Good morning." Bucky chuckles in a fond tone, kissing his forehead tenderly. He purrs happily against the body holding him close, hips rubbing lazily against the rough material of armoured gear.

"How has he been? Any trouble?"

"He's magnificent, this one." A slightly deeper voice comments quietly, the rumble of the voice echoing in Steve's ear that's pressed close to the man's chest.

"I told ya." Bucky replies proudly, kissing his lips now. He sleepily reciprocates the kisses, opening his mouth for Bucky to dominate.

"Baby, can you wake up for me? Please?" Bucky requests like the gentle dom when it comes to caring for his boy.

Steve obediently opens his eyes and blinks slowly at his gorgeous dom. He takes in how long Bucky's hair has gotten, and the slight four o' clock shadow on his sharp, diamond-cut jaw. A soft giggle escapes his lips and he burrows his face into that broad shoulder once more.

"Aw c'mon doll, don't be shy. It's your best pal, Bucky." The brunette jokes, tickling Steve behind the ear until he squeaks and sits up straight in the stranger's lap.

He pauses, blinking deliberately several times as he drinks in the man smiling straight at him. He's blonde, just like Steve, and he's got blue eyes... but that's where their resemblance ends. He's larger, and made of pure muscle and strength. His sheer size dwarfs the little soldier, making him seem tiny in those large, bear like arms. The armour on him looks Celtic, rough leather and velvet cape drapes. The man screams dominance and Steve feels his body immediately respond to that. His cunt throbs in his panties, little clit thickening as he blushes under the man's heated gaze.

"Wow. I've only been gone for two days Thor, and you've already seduced him. The others won't be too happy about this." Bucky complains dryly, hands on his hips, observing his boy with a raised brow. Steve, for the most part, seems lost in his own little world, rubbing his cunt against the thickening pipe Thor is packing in his pants. He turns back to Bucky and smiles at him shyly, a dusky pink blush freckling that sweetheart face. Bucky huffs, rolling his eyes but ultimately conceding and joining them for the moment. He kisses Steve possessively, metal hand on his boy's throat as he grinds his body down to meet Thor's short, upward thrusts.

"You like Thor baby? Hm?" Bucky asks sweetly after breaking the kiss and leaving his boy breathless, lips swollen and glossy.

"Mmmh." He answers drunkenly, eyes widening when Thor's large hands grip his tiny waist hard. He arches his back obediently, pushing his chest out for the dom, his gorgeous tits on display. He makes sure that his ass is out as well, exposed for his Bucky to hold and squeeze and spread and fuck. A longing whimper bleeds out of him and he nuzzles into Bucky's neck. The brunette grins and goes to sit on the arm rest of the sofa they're seated in, petting Steve's hair softly.

"I know that look sweetheart. You want to go down for Thor? Hm?" He asks, his voice and tone lazy but there's a darkened hint of dominance there. He's guiding Steve to the God of Thunder, coaxing the submissive in him to respond to the dominance in Thor.

"You wanna be dommed by the God of Thunder baby?"

Steve's pupils are blown wide, dark orbs surrounded by thin rings of blue and glassy. His lips are parted, like he wants to speak but can't. He nods instead, a desperate "mmmh" wringing from his throat.

Bucky smiles tenderly at him. "Yes you do. Such a good boy, hm? Thor's gonna take such good care of you baby."

He plants a sweet kiss on Steve's forehead before going over to settle on the sofa opposite them. It's a perfect vantage point to observe the pair, and he wastes no time in taking out his cock from his jeans and stroking himself slowly to the sight of his precious baby being manhandled by Thor.

The Viking God seems to be in his element now, a soft growl reverberating in his chest as Steve continues to grind down into him. There's a wet patch staining the front of the boy's sheer pink panties, making the material translucent. His little cocklet presses against the wet fabric, pink and hard. Thor grasps it firmly in his huge, meaty hand, giving the boy a squeeze. That elicits a pained whimper from Steve but his jaw hangs open in arousal. Thor maintains his painful grip until Steve sobs out loud, a warm wetness spreading across his fingers. The God seems genuinely surprised that the blonde had cum so easily, but he forces himself to take it in stride, because the dominant instincts in him are going rabid at the sight of such a good little sub.

"Did you just cum Steven?" He questions with an air of authority. It's a tone that demands respect.

Steve on his part, blushes a pretty auburn, mouth opening almost instantly when Thor brings up his hand. He slips two cum-wet fingers into the boy's mouth, forcing him to taste his own juices. Steve happily cleans the man's fingers, purring with his eyes closed, ever the proper sub.

"My, my Steven. Aren't you just perfect." He praises, stroking the back of the boy's head, patiently waiting for him to clean off his mess. When Steve is done, he licks over his plump lips, giving the dom his best smile. Thor returns the smile though it's not as sweet but rather ravenous. He grips the blonde by his chin, yanking his face forward. Steve's eyes are now hooded and heavy with arousal. Thor smacks his cheek hard enough to startle him with a high-pitched gasp as his face turns to the side. The dom does the same to the other cheek, smiling predatorily as Steve begins panting like a bitch in heat, pretty mouth open in a small 'o'.

He loves the rough treatment.

Thor smacks him firmly a few more times then grabs him by the throat, cutting off his air supply. It's like a neutralizing point for the sub as Steve's body immediately goes lax, hands falling to his sides, back arched, ass out and tits pushed up against Thor's chest. He slumps there in the man's lap, held by nothing but his throat, mouth open and saliva slipping down his chin. Thor puts his other hand to use, slipping three fingers into the sub's mouth, fucking it like it's just another hole to plunder. Steve chokes, eyes slipping closed as he begins to fade.

"Shh, that's it little one. Fall into the darkness. Go to sleep, love." Thor rasps, lowering Steve gently to the carpeted floor. By the time they're lying on the ground, Steve's blacked out completely, eyes closed and chest rising and falling slowly as unconsciousness drags him to the depths of sleep. Thor crawls over his vulnerable and exposed body, kneeling between those naked, spread legs. He detaches the cape from his battle armour and tosses it behind him.

Bucky continues to watch them intently, ever the voyeur, cock twitching at the sight of the beastly God hovering over his boy's naked, unconscious body. Steve's face is relaxed, tilted to one side on the carpet while the dom touches him all over. Thor takes his time, kneeling over the sub to suck at his tits, fingers squeezing the boy's breasts until the pale skin is crowded around his fingers. Steve whimpers in his sleep, brows furrowing cutely but otherwise blissfully unaware.

"Shh my darling." Thor whispers in the blonde's ear as he spits into his hand, slicking up his cock. It's huge, by human and even Godly standards. It's also got a mean curve to it and is at least as thick as Bucky's wrist. Prominent veins vine up and down the heavy underside, leading to the fat tip- definitely capable of some serious damage. And Steve was just about to take it unconscious which meant that there would be no active resistance from his hole.

Bucky can't help the indulgent grin gracing his face as he continues stroke himself in tandem.

"Baby's gonna be all sore and bruised up for the week." He murmurs, eyes meeting Thor's from across the room, setting off a hot spark between them.

Thor beckons him forward. "Come join me in my feast White Wolf. He's all ready for us."

Bucky doesn't waste time with the offer, approaching them steadily until he's kneeling next to Steve's face.

"I'll take his mouth. It's been two days since he's tasted my cum. He needs it, bad."

Thor nods once in understanding, knowing that it was important for a sub to regularly consume it's dom's seed.

"Would this then mean that he needs to be fed by all of us doms here at Avengers Tower?"

Bucky smiles, eyes locked on his baby boy who's smiling all dopey and adorable as he suckles on the head of his cock. All subs had an ingrained affinity for sucking cock but Steve's oral fixation was insatiable. Bucky could remember a few times before the war when the blonde would beg for his cock when it was bedtime, and he wouldn't fall asleep until his mouth was filled and heavy with his dom's manhood.

"Baby is a little high-maintenance, if you know what I mean." He replies, gently thrusting his cock deeper into that pretty mouth.

Thor smiles at that, proceeding to spread Steve's thighs open, revealing a tight pink cunt nestled between plump cheeks. He slicks up his cock with spit again, knowing that the boy would need some form of lubricant to take his cock. He nudges the tight hole with the tip, making it quiver at the touch. The blonde whimpers on Bucky's cock, gagging softly as it prods the back of his throat.

Thor takes the opportunity to push into him. The resistance is high- damn near impenetrable- but he forces it in firmly, stretching the sub's cunt open. The head pops in and Steve's whole body shudders at the intrusion. His eyes are still closed though and he's still lazily suckling around his Daddy's thick length lodged in his throat.

"Easy now darling." Thor rasps, gripping the blonde's tiny waist to brace himself. He sinks another two inches or so inside the sub and almost cums when Steve's little cocklet spurts again. The poor thing twitches uselessly between his legs, soft and wet. His body spasms in response but he's still asleep.

"By the Gods he's perfect." Thor declares, thrusting deeper now, this thick length practically tearing the needy sub in two. There's a noticeable bulge in Steve's belly just below the navel. Bucky slides a hand over it before pressing down. The poor sub cums again and this time, tears spill down the corners of his eyes. He starts sucking Bucky's prick insistently, and his hips grind uselessly against Thor's monster cock. The God fucks Steve in sharp, deep thrusts, bruising his hole and his tender insides. His cock is so big that it's practically milking the sub unconsciously, making it orgasm with every jab.

With every slide in, Bucky's cock slides out of his baby's mouth, both men plundering the boy in tandem. Thor cums first, not being able to hold out much longer as the tightness of Steve's pussy is maddening.

"May I breed it, Barnes?"

Bucky smiles and nods jerkily. "Baby needs it."

The God cums with a mighty roar ripping from the center of his chest, wrapping a hand around Steve's waist and pulling him close as he breeds his cunt. Steve gasps, still out of it, but still responsive like the good sub he is. And even after he's milked all of his load inside the blonde, Thor doesn't pull out. He stays instead to watch Bucky cum in the boy's throat. He fucks Steve's face roughly, swearing as his cock slips out of his baby's mouth, spilling semen on that pale, smooth cheek. The thick white substance nearly blends into the boy's skin, thick streaks lining his brow and his lips as well.

"Swallow baby." Bucky murmurs as he presses a kiss to Steve's forehead.

As if he's present, Steve's adams apple bobs, signalling that he'd swallowed down the thick load in his mouth. His holes are well serviced and thoroughly fucked. His lips are swollen and so is the rim of his pretty cunt. Cum begins dripping from around Thor's cock and the God smiles, contented.

 

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An entire week had flown by like the wind and Steve still hadn't been able to come out of sub-space.

He mostly stayed at Bucky's feet whenever the man roamed the Tower, following him around like a loyal pup. And when he wasn't doing that, he slept in Bucky's room wrapped in the man's clothes. The other Avengers had happily gotten used to seeing the blonde sub trailing about, eyeing them nervously but hopeful at the same time. It was as if he were trying to figure them out, crawling up to them and sitting at their feet or in their laps at Bucky's deliberate permission. Bucky had in fact, been encouraging him to play with the other doms in the Tower. And Steve embraced the idea wholeheartedly. It's just that he was so shy and unsure of this very new world and new people, that the other doms often had to take charge and lead him to them.

As they should anyway.

Steve also didn't talk much save for a few words to Bucky at night that mostly consisted of "train", "fell" and "love you." He would cry during those times, trying but ultimately failing to properly tell Bucky about that day when he'd fell off the train. But the dom took it in stride, understanding that it would take a while for Steve to resurface from his extreme drop. Thus, as a result of his dissolved mental capacity to comprehend the reality of his situation, he'd sort of become mute. He would just observe the world around him with bright blue eyes, earnestly trying his best to learn and adapt to the strange world around him. And he probably learned the most in the time he spent with Tony, in the man's lab, curled up on his lap as he conducted his research. Tony talked a lot and Steve often enjoyed his little stories or explanations of how elements worked and how he created his Iron Man suits through trial and error.

Presently, Tony was talking about research on a Large Hadron Collider that he was funding at the European Organization for Nuclear Research. Steve was sat on the floor, between his legs and head resting on the man's thigh as he held his thick cock in his mouth, keeping it warm. He was quiet, Tony's voice lulling him into an almost sleepy stupor but he was fully awake as Tony could tell from the sweet purring in his throat. It vibrated along the length deliciously, keeping him hard and leaking inside that wet, cavernous heat. He'd ordered Steve not to swallow and obediently Steve had not swallowed once. Saliva and precum dripped lazily down from his lips, leaving a glistening trail down his neck.

"Y'know, if we can accelerate the Collider to an impossible speed that's faster than light years, we just might be able to recreate the Big Bang baby." Tony jokes quietly, petting Steve's hair as the boy hums in response. He has no idea about what Tony's saying to him- it all just sounds like a bunch of science mumbo jumbo. But he gives his dom all of his attention, sparkling eyes gazing up at Tony in wonder like he'd created the world. And for Steve's seventy year old mind, he probably did. Tony's a master of the world to Steve, from the first time he'd sat with the mechanic. He could recognize the same spirit in him that he saw in Howard.

"So sweet, pretty boy." Tony rumbles, cock twitching in that wet mouth as another pulse of precum slips onto his tongue. He mewls, needy and desperate but still lazy. His sub-drop levels are by far the most concerning and the most impressive that Stark had ever witnessed. It's like he was in a perpetual state of submission, pliant and vulnerable. It could be the serum or it could be the time he'd spent frozen in the ice. Or it could just be that Steve was so much on the furthest end of the sub-dom spectrum, that he was essentially a designational anomaly.

Bruce was still exploring those theories so he'd have to check in with the scientist later.

"How 'bout we go lie down on the sofa hm? Daddy's about done with work for the night." He tells Steve softly, caressing the boy's jaw with his thumb to relax his sore muscles no doubt. Steve's eyes flutter shut at his dom's gentle handling, purrs kicking up a notch. He waits patiently as Tony carefully slips his cock out of his mouth, giving him a peck on the lips. He walks over to the large spaced out sofa, fluffing some pillows and fixing the blankets. He lies back on it, legs spread open and pours himself a glass of whiskey. Steve waits where he was left on the floor until the dark haired dom beckons him over with a crook of his finger.

"C'mere baby doll."

The sub crawls over on his hands and knees. He's wearing Thor's huge black undershirt, and a black silk thong, the dark colour a brilliant contrast against his pale Irish skin. He crawls forward until he's directly between Tony's legs, burying his face into the man's crotch. Tony moans deeply, one hand holding his whiskey tightly while the other buries itself in Steve's hair. He thrusts his hips roughly against the sub's face, holding him there forcefully until he begins struggling for oxygen. He yanks Steve's head back by his hair, the boy gazing at him through hooded eyes, little pink tongue licking forward, trying to reach his dom's cock.

Tony grins at the sub, taking a sip of his whiskey leisurely with Steve's hair gripped tight in his hand.

"Want some?" He asks, not really expecting an answer as Steve's practically been on mute since waking up from the ice.

But then he hears a soft but clear, "Can't..."

He blinks, frowning at his glass and wondering if he's that drunk already. He looks back at the pretty blonde who's eyes are locked onto his now.

"What'd you say baby?"

Steve whines low in his throat before repeating himself.

Tony raises a brow. "Can't? Can't have alcohol baby? Is that what you're saying?"

Steve nods, big blue eyes blinking up at his Daddy.

"Serum. Can't... get drunk..."

Tony's heart clutches in his chest at the sad way Steve says the words, his eyes clouding over with some unexplained pain and misery.

"Why so sad sweetheart?"

Steve frowns and presses his face to Tony's crotch again.

"B'kee." He sobs. "Train. Fell."

"Oh, poor baby. It's okay. Bucky's back, safe and sound."

Tony pets him gently on the head, pressing a kiss to the corners of his lips, before sticking his tongue down the sub's throat.

When he pulls away, he can see Steve licking his lips curiously.

"Like the taste baby? Hm? It's whiskey. Macallan M."

Steve tilts his head.

"Want some more?"

A soft blush adorns his pale cheeks and he doesn't have to say yes for Tony to get the message. The billionaire pours out some more of the amber liquid before resting the crystal bottle back in its place.

"Open your mouth." Tony orders, taking a sip.

Steve nervously slackens his jaw, pink tongue out, ready for a taste. Tony brings his face closer, nuzzling over his plush lips. His beard scrapes deliciously along Steve's baby smooth skin, leaving gentle red burn marks. He places their lips together and spills the whiskey gently into Steve's eager mouth. The boy drinks it all up like a hungry pup, licking at Tony's mouth enthusiastically.

"Oh he likes it a lot!" Tony coos, petting his hair with a brilliant smile. He notices Steve grinding his hips up against the sofa, trying desperately to gain friction.

"C'mon baby. Rub that pretty little clit on me. Hump my leg like the heated bitch you are. Take off those panties."

Steve immediately complies, reaching down to slip the black thong down his thighs and out of the way. It hangs from his ankle, tangled but quickly forgotten as the dom forces his leg between Steve's thighs, foot nudging at his little cocklet. He cries out at a particularly rough nudge and latches on to his Daddy's leg, rubbing up against it frantically. It doesn't take long for an orgasm to wrack through that beautiful body, a sparkly tapestry of sweat lacing across his peachy, glowing skin. He cries against Tony's knee, thrusting a few more times until all of the spasms are out of his depraved system.

"Good boy. Good boy, you did it baby." Tony praises, giving the sub a sweet kiss on the forehead before getting up to strip himself naked.

Steve gazes up at him reverently, licking his plump lips as Tony slips his underwear off, long, thick length smacking his cheek leaving a trail of precum. Tony grabs him by the hair and leads him to his cock, feeding it to him gently. He slips it deeper and deeper until it reaches the back of his throat. He takes the abuse because he wasn't ordered to suck. Tony chokes him in steady intervals of two seconds, then pulls his cock all the way out before going back in again. Saliva drips down his lips in thick strings, tears flowing freely from his eyes. But he looks up at Tony in such a loving way- almost like he's praying to the man- that Tony damn near loses it and has to pull out.

"So fucking pretty." He curses, grabbing the sub by its neck and placing it face down on the sofa. "Stick your ass out baby boy. Lemme take a look at that pussy."

Steve obediently arches his back, Tony's hands immediately on that tiny waist as he sticks his ass up, presenting for his dom. He squeaks when Tony smacks his plump cheeks hard. Tony grins satisfactorily as his hand prints immediately show up on the pale skin, marking him. He does it again and this time the poor thing cries out loud, fingers gripping the sofa tightly. Tony sees the sub's little cocklet jerk a little and spurt slick uselessly. It's soft and red, barely hanging from his body, little balls barely big enough to hang.

"God baby you're so fucking beautiful." Tony muses, spitting harshly on the boy's pink, hairless pucker. It quivers and he doesn't wait for Steve to acclimate to it. He sticks two fingers deep into the tight hole, scissoring the sub's wet insides to stretch it out. The blonde moans, breathy and high-pitched as he cocks his ass up even higher for his dom. The man's long and tapering fingers make his insides feel like jello. His little clit squirts uselessly again, making a mess on the sofa.

"Need me inside you baby? Hm?" He rasps, pulling his fingers out and rubbing his cock's length between Steve's cheeks. The sub whines when the fat tip catches on his open rim. His clit spurts again and he wails, becoming sensitive to every little touch. It drives Tony wild seeing just how sensitive the poor sub had become from his handling. In response, Steve reaches back and spreads his cheeks open wide, sloppy cunt puckering and opening back up.

Tony grins. "Who the hell trained you hm?"

He slips inside the boy's pretty hole, the tightness and heat immediately sheathing his length nicely. A low growl erupts from deep in his throat as he bottoms out inside the blonde, cock twitching hard.

"Daddy..." The sub whimpers, hole spasming around the fat rod inside his cunt, stretching him out. Tony's not moving yet, making the stretch more painful and long lasting. Steve feels it in his throat, gasping for breath as the tip sticks some hot place inside him, making him cum again. He's weak and dizzy from the orgasms, hands falling to his sides as he collapses into the sofa. Tony pulls his ass up again, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back.

"We're not done yet sweetheart. Stay awake for me. Stay awake for your dom." He snarls, nipping the boy's ear and thrusting a little to wake him up. Steve squeaks and presents for his dom again, sobbing out a quiet, "yes sir." Tony could see him dropping even deeper into sub-space with every rough thrust of his cock. He's cooing softly and gurgling against the sofa, head turned to the side as Tony fucks his hole. The dom reaches over and wipes gently at the tears on the sub's face.

"I know it hurts baby. I know. Daddy's training your pussy to take cock. Haven't had it in a while have you? Thor had to take you unconscious otherwise you would've been bawling at the size of his cock. You're still a little stretched out from it."

"Th- thank you Daddy..."

Tony smiles, petting at the sweat soaked hair at the nape of Steve's neck. "Don't thank me baby. Thank Thor for opening you up for the rest of your doms."

Steve whines, ragged sobs ripping from his throats as he takes Tony's hard thrusts. The sounds of their skin slapping echo obscenely in Tony's lab, making Steve's ears and neck blush. Tony kisses him there, wrapping an arm around that small waist, hand splayed out on the sub's soft belly.

"Such a cute tummy." Tony murmurs in the boy's ear, feeling a tell-tale heat pool in his stomach. He thrusts harder despite Steve's pained cries feeling his arousal grow stronger. He's suddenly overcome with the carnal desire to mark the submissive with his scent. He pulls out abruptly, punching a gasp out of the blonde before snatching the black, stringy thong from around his ankle and stuffing it inside the boy's stretched open hole. He tightens up around the fabric, crying out for more.

"On your knees sweetheart. Daddy's gonna cum all over you, mark that pretty face up." He orders, authority heavy in his voice. Steve responds to it, opening his mouth and closing his eyes, waiting patiently for his dom. Tony yanks him back by the hair and kisses him before spitting roughly into his mouth. He starts stroking his cock directly in front of the sub's face.

"Really wanted to breed you sweetheart. Fill you up real nice with my seed but, Daddy wants to see his cum dripping all over this pretty, angel face. Would you like that baby? Hm?"

Steve blinks up at his dom, blue eyes pleading for his Daddy's cum. Spit still clings to his lower lip, glossy and wet. Tony gazes down in awe and pets his sub, smearing the spit all over his swollen pink lips.

"Oh you want that don't you? Want Daddy to blow his load all over you. Get it in your hair and on these gorgeous lips. And all over your cheeks, and on this wonderful chest. Mark these pretty tits. God I love your tits baby."

He pinches a dusky pink nipple, making the sub whine.

"Gonna cum baby, open wide."

Steve obeys and almost immediately gets a stream of thick, white cum on his tongue. He moans at the addictive taste, lashes fluttering as more stripes splatter onto his cheeks, his brows, over his eyes and in his hair. Warm cum drops onto his chest as well, sparkling on his breasts like glitter. Tony rides through his orgasms in the sub's mouth, fucking that gorgeous face- practically riding it until the feeling subsided and he'd emptied everything inside.

"Oh fuck baby! Jesus Christ you're the sweetest."

His praises don't go unheard and the sub blushes happily at his reward. He's still drenched in Tony's cum, eyes bright as the sky and totally dazed. Tony's cock twitches when he realizes that the blonde was waiting for permission to swallow. He sits back on the sofa and beckons the boy forward.

"C'mere baby doll."

Steve crawls forward on his hands and knees, showing his Daddy his tongue still drenched in cum and spit.

"Go ahead and swallow me down sweetness." He orders and smiles when the boy does so happily.

Tony pulls out his phone and brings Steve forward by his chin.

"Look at me baby."

Steve blinks those fantasy blue eyes up at him and he taps the camera icon three times, snapping three pictures of the pretty, fucked out sub. He looks gorgeous on screen, eyes bright, earnest and lashes long and wispy. The cum stains look like snow drops on his pretty face and his lips are a bright pink. Tony grins as he sends the pictures to all the other doms, then tosses his phone onto the sofa. He grabs a few wipes and begins cleaning off the boy, gently wiping at his cheeks and eyelids and his lips. A gentle purr vibrates from Steve's throat and Tony kisses his forehead.

"Aw, are you purring baby?"

Steve giggles at that and nuzzles into the dom's palm lazily. His eyes begin to droop as a tiny yawn forces him to stretch languidly like a feline, burying his head in Tony's lap. The dom leans over and extracts the black thong he'd stuffed in his boy's hole. Steve whimpers at the emptiness inside him and glances up at the man with mournful eyes. Tony pecks him on the lips reassuringly.

"Not gonna leave you empty for long baby." He promises, patting Steve's pert cheek and grinning as it jiggles.

"C'mon, let's go take a bath."

 

......................

 

Bruce carefully organizes his tools and equipment, smiling sweetly at the blonde sub seated on his table, watching him with steady blue eyes. He's naked except for the white, form-fitting briefs holding him together nicely. His little cock barely makes an impression through the fabric. He's chewing on his plump lower lip nervously, frowning at all the silver medical equipment Bruce is sterilizing within an alien machine. He winces at the sight of a thick needle but Bruce quickly hides it from view.

"It won't hurt you baby, I promise." He assures the sub, kissing his temple warmly. When Bucky had asked Bruce to do a full medical on their sub, he hadn't jumped at the chance since Steve had boasted a long history of avoiding medical treatment like the plague. He wasn't too keen on it and neither was Bruce mainly because he hadn't wanted to make a terrible first impression on the sub. He's murdered his relationship with the public enough times already via the Hulk, he didn't want to deal with the issue of his own sub being afraid of him.

But alas, Bucky had insisted, convincing him of the job because it was either him or some other strange doctor putting their hands all over his sub's body. And he didn't want that.

No one wanted that.

"Needles... bad." Steve whines with a petulant pout, his voice small and scared. Bruce grooms his hair back patiently, scratching along his jaw to incite his purring.

"Aw peanut, I'll be so gentle. I swear to you, I'll do it quick." Bruce promises, kissing Steve gently to distract him. The boy blushes at the attention, offering the dom a little smile despite his teary eyes. His lashes are dark and wet, wispy along his lash-line all dainty and gorgeous.

Bruce grins at the mood change, moving to prepare his equipment. "Just taking a little bit of blood, and some hair samples and... uh- um-"

He should've just kept his stupid mouth shut, he realizes a little too late when Steve begins whimpering low in his throat. The boy brings his knees up to his chest and buries his face there, sniffling softly.

"Oh shit," he mutters, internally berating himself for being so stupid. He drops the syringes and needles and wraps the sub in his arms, pressing a smacking kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm sorry baby. Didn't mean to scare you. It's okay, look, how about we take this slow. Hm? Would you like that peanut?"

Steve stops sobbing and looks up at him, tears streaming down his angel face. He bites his lip thoughtfully, rubbing at his runny nose with the back of his hand. He tilts his head in question and Bruce quickly hops over to his desk where he picks up a weird-looking tool. He places two of the metal hooks in his ears and leaves the last prong hanging.

"This is a stethoscope, munchkin." He informs the confused sub, grabbing up the little white polar bear teddy from his desk. Tony had gotten him that as a mock Christmas present last year. He takes the chestpiece in his hand and presses it gently to the teddy's chest area, moving it around strategically. Steve watches on with big, curious eyes, tears dried up and a little upward curl at the corner of his lips.

"Doctors use it to listen for heartbeats or any type of sounds made by the body, like the lungs for example." Bruce explains, glancing at the sub and a little surprised at how surprised and excited he appears now. His mouth is open in a little 'o' as he pays avid attention to his Doctor Daddy.

"Mr Polar Bear here doesn't seem to have a heart..." Bruce jokes awkwardly, but blushing slightly when Steve lets out a tiny chirp.

"D'you want me to check out your sounds baby?"

Steve nods eagerly, making grabby hands at the teddy bear just as Bruce went to return it to its place on the desk. The doctor immediately offers it to the blonde, hurrying to set up his holographic recording software to start taking Steve's readings. He knew it was a small window of opportunity when it came to a medical examination and Steve Rogers, so time was of the essence. He fixes his stethoscope in his ears again and grins at the blonde who was now cuddling his polar bear teddy.

God, give him cuteness like this and he'd never turn green again.

"Okay peanut, just sit up for me, and take a deep breath in... and out." He instructs, gently fixing Steve's shoulders so that they're rolled back and his chest is a little more prominent. A deep jolt of arousal electrifies his gut and spreads an unnatural warmth all over his body. He finally sees that incredible rack all the other doms had been talking about. Steve's breasts are beautifully rounded and pale, the nipples a dusky pink. If he squeezed them together, they'd probably make a nice home for his cock.

"Good boy," he grunts, clearing his throat and his mind of his utterly dirty thoughts of his submissive patient. Steve sits quietly, breathing slowly in and out like his Daddy had told him to, one hand holding his teddy. Bruce takes the chestpiece and places it on that firm chest, listening for a heartbeat. Steve winces slightly at the cold metal pressed to his warm skin but doesn't make a sound. He wants to be good for his Daddy, so he clutches his teddy tighter.

"Heart beat sounds healthy and strong." Bruce praises, kissing Steve on the forehead. "JARVIS did you record that?"

"Yes Sir." The AI responds promptly before going silent again.

Bruce continues with his examination, sliding the stethoscope across the boy's chest, then down to his plump tits that shivers at his firm handling. Then he sensually slides it down Steve's tummy, listening to the hollow sounds there. He smiles at the thought of listening to other heartbeats inside the pretty sub, and kisses the boy's lips feverishly.

"If there were babies in your tummy, we'd hear em like this sweetheart."

Steve's eyes grow wider and darker and his lips part at the thought. He gazes at Bruce hungrily and drops his bear momentarily, reaching out for the man. Bruce allows his timid touches, cock twitching at the heated whine Steve lets out against his neck. He pushes further to stand between the blonde's legs, letting him nuzzle his neck as much as possible. A submissive craved physical contact from its dom for simple reassurance and Bruce was all too happy to provide it.

"Babies... Daddy please..." He whimpers, suckling on Bruce's neck like a nursing kitten. His legs come up to wrap around the doctor's, not high enough as he'd like so he whines sadly again, rubbing against Bruce as if he were in heat.

"God baby you have no idea how much I'd love to knock you up." Bruce whispers sweetly in the boy's ear, biting down on the soft lobe, making Steve cry. He pets the sub gently, trying his best to extricate himself from the maddening heat of arousal surrounding them both now.

"C'mon baby. Stay with me, we're almost done." He encourages, taking off the stethoscope and replacing his body with the poor substitution of the polar bear teddy. Steve pouts unhappily but cuddles his bear anyway, watching silently as Bruce prepares a needle and syringe with a clear tube merely one inch in diameter. He ties off the blonde's upper arm with a rubber tubing and starts looking for a vein. When he locates it, he places the hypodermic needle there and pauses, looking up at Steve who's got his eyes closed tight. He swiftly sticks the vein and pulls the tube back, filling up all three milliliters of space with deep red blood.

"There we go sweetheart. All done!" He announces, awfully pleased that the procedure had gone off without a hitch. Steve opens his eyes and winces at the sight of the filled needle. Bruce kisses his forehead and slips it into a small, boxy machine that looks like a mini refrigerator. He wipes the crook of Steve's elbow from where the blood had been taken and places a small band-aid to contain any kind of oozing.

"JARV, can you get that sample to Dr Cho please?"

"Certainly Sir."

"Okay, let's take your temperature. Make sure there isn't any more traces of ice in there. Do you feel cold baby?"

Steve shakes his head hesitantly as Bruce retrieves a small, clear tube with tiny measurements on the surface. He holds it up to him and taps his lips with the end of the rod.

"Open up, sweetheart."

The boy quickly does as he's told, taking the rod as his Daddy slips it under his tongue. His lips close automatically around the tube, sucking it as if it were a pacifier.

"We'll just leave that in there for two to three minutes, then take it out and record your readings."

Steve pouts at that but obeys his Daddy anyway, petting his stuffed bear idly while Bruce sets up some more equipment. After two minutes he takes it out and enters the readings manually into the hologram. Steve whimpers, spreading his legs wide open and arching his back desperately.

"Daddy..."

"Oh sweetheart, I'm almost done. I promise-" Bruce tries to explain but shuts up when Steve grabs his hand and presses it between his legs. He drops whatever medical tool he's holding and gives all of his attention to the whimpering blonde. Submissives love physical contact and warm touches from their doms. Steve's instincts were only natural but Bruce could sense that there was an underlying hunger in the boy's senses. A hunger that pushed him so far off the spectrum that he'd become an anomaly. Tony had come to him with the same realization, concerned that Steve would never truly recover from his tremendous drop after being frozen for so long.

"It's okay baby. Daddy's gonna make you all better in just a second okay?" He coos softly, rubbing and squeezing the boy's soft cock inside his briefs. It's so warm and incredibly tiny in his palm and he just wants to suck it into his mouth and make the sub cum. Steve drops his teddy and lets out a mournful cry, tiny waist rolling and grinding against his dom's large hand.

"Good boy. Such a good boy." He praises, kissing Steve's temple, listening to the boy's pretty purrs.

It's a race then, to get through his final tests, checking the sub's pupils, his tongue, ear and blood pressure. He's so hard by the time he's done, that it's taxing to even focus on the fact that Steve's pressure levels were lower than the floor. He was in a severely low drop and needed a dom to regulate the chemicals in his body. He kisses those plush pink lips gently and holds Steve's face in his hands.

"Look at me. Baby, look at me." He orders, his voice a little more authoritative now.

"Uhm..." Steve babbles drunkenly, blue eyes sleepily gazing up into his Daddy's eyes, pupils blown wide and dark.

"Okay, up. On all fours sweetheart. Present for me."

Steve struggles to keep up with the order, frowning and pouting when his limbs refuse to co-operate. Bruce helps him, lifting his body and putting him on his hands and knees. He presses on the back of the sub's neck where the neutrality point was the highest and lowers his upper body to the silver table. He then pulls on that tiny waist until it's arched properly, the sub's gorgeous butt up in the air- perfect for breeding.

"Gonna make it all better baby." He rasps, slipping on a pair of latex gloves. He methodically slicks his fingers up with a clear lubricant, then slicks up the sub's smooth, pink hole. Steve cries out at the touch and his entire body shudders in response. Bruce doesn't try to comfort him, palming at the boy's tiny cocklet, stroking it firmly. The blonde sobs hard and instantly cums, squirting thin, clear liquid onto the smooth surface of the examination table. Bruce keeps stroking his little clit though, pushing two fingers inside that warm, glorious cunt. It spasms at the large intrusion, slick walls closing up around his digits.

"Dah- ....uhm... please Daddy..." The sub begs, burying his face into his polar bear teddy.

"It's alright baby. Gonna milk you so good." Bruce whispers raspily, scissoring his fingers out and stretching the boy's opening. Steve cums again and his entire body seizes up. He wails and thrusts his hips hard, knee banging hard against the table.

"Shhh, just take it baby. You need this. Let Daddy milk you dry." The Doctor soothes, slipping out his two fingers and then adding three. Steve heaves at the painful yet immensely pleasurable burn in his cunt, back arching even deeper as he leaks a steady flow of useless cum onto the table. Tears fall freely down his face and he hugs his teddy harder.

"So tight and wet." Bruce murmurs, fingering the sub at a brutal pace, every thrust shaking its body back and forth. He adds more lubricant and slips a fourth finger in, causing the sub to jolt as if he'd been electrocuted.

"Oh! Daddy please..!" Steve wails, squirting again, this time in thinner, weaker streams. Bruce grins in victory, noting the lessening volume of cum. Steve's almost wrung dry.

"Think you can take Daddy's fist baby? Hm? Do you need Daddy to gape your pretty little cunt? Leave you wide open?"

Steve's eyes roll back in his head, mouth wipe open and gasping for breath as Bruce slicks up his hole again. The dom lubricates his wrist as well, closing his thumb in closer to slip his entire fist in the still tight opening. Steve tightens and winces at the strong burn between his thighs and low in his belly.

Bruce taps him lightly on the hip, "Push back baby. You gotta push, don't tighten up. You'll hurt yourself that way."

Steve listens to his dom and breathes hard in and out before pushing against the man's large fist. He wails out in pain as it starts slipping deeper, opening him up so wide that he feels it in his throat. He chokes as his dom keeps the pressure on, pushing inside his cunt until he's up to the elbow. He feels so open and exposed and full, Bruce's arm and wrist flexing to add pressure.

"So fucking tight baby. Could feel your insides..." Bruce murmurs, mostly to himself as he moves his fist around inside the delirious sub. It's hot and wet and slippery inside the boy, and oh so inviting that it makes him want to go deeper. He begins pulling out, noting a light coating of blood on his skin. Steve squirts weakly again, legs collapsing under him, belly smearing the puddle of cum he'd created. He holds on to his teddy tightly, sobbing as the dom's fist leaves his warm, wet cunt.

"No..." He pleads, trying to tighten his hole to hold his Daddy's fist in. Bruce shushes him and adds more lubricant before slowly slipping back in.

"Oh!" The blonde sobs, legs kicking out weakly as the intense length impales him again. He cums before it even fully settles within him and his body jerks hard in response.

"Getting super sensitive now, aren't you sweetheart? It's okay love, we're almost there." Bruce coos, petting Steve's hair soothingly.

The sub makes a pretty sight, naked body glowing peach and covered in sparkling beads of sweat. His blonde hair is dark from being damp with sweat, clinging wetly to his neck and his forehead. Those gorgeous pink lips have been bitten red and are swollen now. His eyes are blown wide with nothing but a light blue ring around black pupils. His legs are splayed out wide on the table, tiny waist jerking in arousal while his plump cheeks are split on Bruce's muscled forearm. His skin contrasts beautifully against Steve's, a dark tan against pale peach skin. He feels his balls begin to tighten, cock leaking with precum against his black slacks.

"Gonna cum in you baby. You're almost ready. Daddy's right here."

He pulls out of the sub as carefully as he can, the pretty sub howling out loud as his little clit cums again, this time dry. It hangs between his legs soft and red. Steve's pretty hole is gaping now, rim reddened and swollen, slick with clear lubricant that's tinged pink. He doesn't bother with wiping off his arm just yet, unbuckling his belt and taking himself out. His length is impressive and thick, with angry veins lining the heavy underside. The head is fat and catches on the blonde's abused rim as it slips in. Steve whimpers and Bruce gently pets him to calm him down.

"It's okay baby. Does it burn? Hm? Does it feel sore inside your pussy baby?"

Steve, delirious with pleasure only manages to nod with a cry. Bruce kisses his upturned cheek and whispers in his ear.

"Daddy's cum will make it better. I promise peanut. Gonna breed your cunt and soothe the burning inside. Tighten up."

He thrusts into the sub's hole hard, punching breathless gasps out of Steve's mouth, finally spilling inside the sweet sub. His cock twitches hard against the swollen and abused walls, coating it with warm semen, instantly calming the blonde. Steve breathes heavily, cheek pressed to the table, teddy resting against his forehead. His wet lashes flutter against his cheekbone, eyes closed as if he were asleep.

And he was.

Bruce gently slips his softening cock out of the boy's cunt, growling deep in his throat when he sees a thick stream of cum drip down the hole, down a pert cheek and onto the table, making a puddle. The sub's been opened so wide that its hole was unable to hold its dom's seed inside. He sighs, exhausted but totally satisfied and happy with his boy.

Steve needed as much aftercare as possible, now that he'd milked Steve completely dry and had balanced out his hormones. He would be coming out of his drop soon, and then they'd have a very confused and emotional Captain America on their hands.

 

***

 

They were all wrong.

Steve Rogers, as it turned out, was a submissive through and and through, on the furthest end of the spectrum.

He came out of his drop the day after Bruce had dommed him, waking up with Clint's cock in his mouth. He'd kept it in his mouth, like the good sub he was and had only come off when he was told to. And then had promptly asked Bucky what had happened. After a waterfall of tears and warm embraces and messy kisses, he'd accepted his fate. Had accepted his place in the Tower and his place as the team's newest Avenger.

But he wouldn't be fighting for a while.

No... instead, he'd be acclimating to the new century, learning about technology and new music, new foods and new rules. And during this time, he'd enjoy being himself, as their sub, loved and taken care of by all of his doms.

Notes:

ANY TYPOS I APOLOGIZE FOR BECAUSE I FINISHED THIS LAST NIGHT AND HAVE TRIED MY BEST TO FIX ANY ERRORS. HOPE U ENJOYED, MORE TO COME❤ Sam

Chapter 11: Oh sweet baby, you have no idea, do you?

Summary:

Rumlow glances down at the sleeping blonde, curled in on himself and oh so naive to the sinister plans for him.

His chest twinges a bit.

"Currently indisposed," he growls.

Notes:

It's been a while 🎶
Honestly I was on a MARVEL marathon and after watching TWS, I realized that maybe Steve and Brock were a little close in the beginning. So out of my lurid imagination, came this fic.

Oh Sweet Baby, You have no Idea, do you?

 

"Good night Captain."

"Oh hey," Steve chirps quietly, looking up from the book he was reading. He's curled around a couple pillows in SHIELD's standard issue bunks at headquarters. They'd completed an extraction mission a couple hours ago and were waiting to debrief the director. Of course, the great Captain America would be reading on his down-time.

Rumlow crosses his thick, muscled arms, biceps bulging as he leans in the threshold. "Can't believe you're reading after all that."

A rosy blush adorns Steve's porcelain cheeks. He closes the book and rests it off to the side. "Habit from the old days."

"Yeah? That's a weird ass habit, America." The agent's eyes track Steve's blushing face, his wet hair and impossibly blue eyes.

Steve snorts, "What d'you do after a mission, Brock? Eat rusty nails for dinner and pour oil all over yourself while you work out in the gym? Y'know, manly stuff like that?"

Rumlow chuckles, low in his throat that it sounds like a growl. "Sass-mouth." He walks into the room, relishing in the clicking of the door behind him. He likes the quiet moments with the great Steve Rogers. They're not exactly best friends but they are pretty close, especially when it comes to SHIELD operations. Much like Romanoff, both him and the Captain function like a well-oiled machine. He'd never replace the hole left by Bucky Barnes, but he was comfortably sure that Steve trusted him beyond all doubt.

"So what's up?" Steve inquires, "does Fury want to debrief now?"

Brock shakes his head, joining Steve on the bunk. "Nah, nothing like that. Just thought I'd check on ya. Y'know, you took a pretty hard hit back there in the lab."

Crystalline blue eyes blink at him, a little surprised. "Yeah but I'm fine now. Ribs have healed and the bruising is just taking some time to clear up," he provides, lifting his white t-shirt to expose the splashes of deep purple, blue and red on his pale chest. He misses the way Brock's eyes darken, and the way he stiffens, the cords in his neck bulging with the effort of restraint.

"Just some splotches here and there," Steve continues, finger prodding idly at the skin. He moves to pull the shirt down again but a hand stops him. A rough, calloused palm scrapes gently across the smooth skin of Steve's belly, tracing the outline of each bruise. The muscles quiver underneath the man's touch, but Steve remains deathly still. When Brock glances upward, baby blues stare right back at him, curious, but not nervous. He almost looks excited and lustful.

Brock takes this as permission to continue and pushes the white t-shirt higher, exposing soft pink nipples and pale, firm breasts. He instantly feels his cock twitch at the sight of the blonde so open for him. He brushes calloused thumbs along the blonde's nipples, revelling in the incredibly soft and supple flesh. Just in front of him, Steve lets out a shuddery breath, his throat hitching tightly as he wilts under Rumlow's ministrations.

"Amazing..." he breathes, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the breasts in his hands. He moves to suckle Steve quietly, heavy body settling atop Steve's muscular frame. The captain spreads his legs wider, an open invitation for his SHIELD-mate. Steve gasps and whines, pleasure coursing hotly through his body. He tosses his head back, the long, porcelaine column of his neck exposing itself to Brock.

"Brock- God please...." Steve begs, one arm cradling Brock's head, pulling him tighter onto his nipple. He loved being suckled, especially by his daddies. Loved when they'd nurse on him as if he was producing milk. A lot of Thor and Bucky's dirty talk involved feeding on him, calling him pregnant and swollen. Tony would often attach him to carefully crafted micro-machines that would milk him for hours on end. And Frank would make him wear clamps while playing with him.

He hadn't seen his daddies in a while due to a mission that didn't require his presence or his help. So feeling Brock nursing and suckling on him was a welcome paradise and he could already feel himself becoming dripping wet. He slides a hand down, slipping shaky fingers into his light grey sweats. An involuntary whimper escapes his lips as he slips a finger in between slick, wet folds of soft skin. His center is deliciously hot, leaking in excitement at the feel of a roughened man like Rumlow sucking on his nipples.

"Jesus fuuckin..... christ Rogers," Brock growls, "you're killin me here babe."

Steve sobs, flicking a practiced finger against his swollen clit. "Please daddy please...."

Brock releases his tender nipples to glance down at where Steve's hand is stuck down his pants. He grins and kisses his breasts, "Yeah baby, play with yourself while I suck your tits. Play with that little pussy."

Steve cries out, sticking a finger deep inside himself, hating the way it barely fills him. "Fuck me please, please..."

"Don't worry sweetheart," Brock placates, unbuckling his combat sweats hurriedly. "I'll get inside that cunt in a few. Just lemme suck your tits a little more."

He dives in again, suckling the blonde's abused nipples whilst thrusting his hips against Steve's. He growls, ripping the white t-shirt off of Steve's body. He goes the extra mile to rid Steve of his pants as well, chest rumbling when he sees Steve's middle and index fingers buried deep inside his hole. He looks beautiful, just lying stark naked on the bed, open for Brock to devour.

"Fuck baby, look at you. Fingering your tight fucking pussy."

Steve sobs and spreads wider, offering himself up to Brock on a silver fucking platter. Rumlow inhales deeply and grips Steve's wrist.

"Put em in your mouth," he orders, "I want to see you taste yourself."

Steve tearfully obeys, sticking the two wet fingers in his mouth and sucking enthusiastically. His pussy quivers at Brock's sudden touch and happily welcomes three thick fingers. There's a short spike of pain before it gives way to a warm and wet feeling of slimy pleasure. He sobs around the wet fingers in his mouth. He's so fucking wet that Brock slips easily in and out of his cunt.

"Oh fuck baby, look at you," Brock praises proudly, crooking his fingers and making Steve lose his mind to arousal.

Blue eyes glisten up at him, tears spilling down blushing cheeks. Steve looks wrecked in the best way possible. He's sloppy between the legs now, his pussy swollen and red. Brock appreciates the flawless skin, knowing that it would shiver under the bristly brush of his beard. He's practically drooling, waiting to get his mouth on the blonde's pussy.

"Spread wider baby," Brock whispers, "Lemme eat that pussy."

Steve obediently widens his legs, pushing himself up on his hands to peer down at where the man is getting comfortable. He feels warm breath on his wet cunt and instantly leaks again. He wants Brock to eat him out so fucking bad, it's killing him.

"Eat me daddy please-" he pleads, hips canting upwards in short little motions.

"Shh princess," Brock murmurs, "m'gonna eat it. Gonna make it sloppy and gaping for my cock."

Steve bites down hard on his lip, nodding like the good boy he always wants to be. The first feel of bristle against his sensitive skin makes him squirm, but Brock growls in warning. He slaps a hand down on a pale thigh, squeezing hard and making the flesh crowd painfully in between his fingers. Steve gasps and sobs, "sorry-"

"Don't move til your legs go numb."

Brock licks his tongue out against the slick skin, humming predatorily at the slight salty taste. His fingers force the folds apart, isolating the swollen clit and biting down firmly on it. Steve screams and his hips jacknife off the bed. But Brock holds him down.

"Daddy please- oh! D- please, please!"

Brock ignores the blonde's pleas, suckling and biting at the tender flesh. He swipes the tip of his tongue over Steve's tight, pink opening, then sticks it in deeper. He snarls, grabbing Steve's thighs and pushing it forward, exposing the blonde's cunt and asshole. He spits on the two holes, then buries his thick fingers inside, forcing a wrecked cry out of Steve and causing him to squirt.

Clear slick wets Brock's beard and drips down his chin. He hums low in his throat, utterly satisfied with how perfect Steve's body is reacting to his touches.

"Look at you," he says in a quietly smug tone, "cumming from just my fingers and mouth alone. Just imagine what'll happen when I put my cock in your cunt? Hm? Would you like that baby? Would you like daddy's cock in your pussy? Or what about your asshole? Hm? Heard the god of thunder likes to hit it from the back. S'that true baby?"

Steve screams as he squirts again, but this time, Brock swallows it down, tongue greedily lapping at the abused and pulsing flesh. He eats and sucks until Steve stops cumming and is reduced to pathetic twitches, his thighs locked wide open, trembling.

"God, you're so fucking sweet here baby," Brock praises, planting tender kisses on Steve's scuffed thighs. The blonde murmurs something but it comes out like a strangled cry.

Brock smacks him hard on the thigh sharply, "Use your words sugar tits."

"Want you inside me... please... please fuck me... please daddy..." Steve begs, even though he looks absolutely fucked out and wrecked. His pink hole clenches around emptiness left by Brock's tongue, yearning to be filled. He shakily twists and turns until he's on his knees, tiny waist bent at an impossibly divine angle as he cocks his ass up in the air and buries his face into the pillows. The position comes naturally to him, Brock realizes, cock twitching at the sight of the blonde soldier's reddened, slick cunt and his tight, pink asshole.

He's perfect for breeding.

"God princess," Rumlow growls, "can't decide if I wanna fuck your asshole or breed your pussy."

Steve moans when the man smacks his holes repeatedly, making his pussy leak even more slick and his anus flutter. All he can manage is a desperate incantation of, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

He secretly wishes Fury was there, or some other daddy he could use to fill him from the back while Rumlow took his cunt. Tears stream down his face, soaking into the pillow beneath him. God, if Thor was here he'd rail his asshole and make him sore for weeks. The demigod was usually the only one who could leave marks, bruises and leave him hurting for a lengthy period especially when compared to humans like Tony, Clint and Natasha.

"Got an idea sweetheart," Rumlow hisses in his ear as he reaches down to unclasp something from his waist. Steve perks at the sound of clinking metal and a smooth slide of something being released from its holster. Brock plasters to his back and brandishes a close-combat knife with a gold and silver-gilded hilt in front of his face. The blade is only about two and a half inches wide and isn't flat but rather thick and voluminous. It's protected by a grey metal colored sheath.

"Don't worry princess," Brock reassures, sliding the knife across Steve's mouth in careful increments. "The sheath is made of rubber. Perfect for penetration."

Steve swallows his mild trepidation and nods hungrily. "Please..."

"Soon," Brock promises, "Gotta get it wet first, kitten."

Wide blue eyes glance down at the tip of the knife, the rubbery sheath prodding his closed lips. He licks them tentatively before opening up a little, giving the weapon a lick. Brock takes him by the throat and grips tightly.

"Open your mouth, slut. Take it."

Steve obeys dumbly, opening wide and immediately choking as the sheath hits the back of his throat.

"Pretend it's daddy's cock, baby," the man whispers, shoving the sheath in and out of Steve's mouth, gagging him prettily and making more tears sparkle from the corners of his eyes.

"Suck it, c'mon darlin, fuckin suck it."

Steve does his best in his sex-fucked brain fog, getting the sheath as wet as possible. He knows by some vague understanding that it's going inside him, in whichever hole Brock chooses. So he tries his best to lubricate it as much as possible because it feels unyielding under his tongue. It slides out past his lips with a pop and he instantly misses the feeling of a full mouth and an opened jaw. Again, he wishes Nick or one of his other daddies were there to fill him.

"Present for me," Rumlow demands, shoving the pretty blonde forward. He smacks his pale ass just to see his red handprint marring the skin temporarily. Steve startles but then opens his thighs wider, reaching back to spread his cheeks wide for his daddy's viewing.

"Good girl," Brock exhales, spitting on Steve's asshole.

Steve barely has any warning before the man shoves the whole blade inside him. He jolts as if he'd been electrocuted and shrieks. Slick and wetness drips from his pussy again and dampens the bed underneath. Brock curses under his breath, absolutely in awe at how beautifully Steve takes his blade. His eyes trace the way creamy white cum drips lazily down pale thighs, soaking into the mattress.

"Ah- ah! Daddy sto- wait-!" Steve pleads and is only given a moment to breathe before Brock is hauling him up with an arm round his neck, back pressed to his chest. He pistons his arm, the one holding the sheathed blade, fucking Steve mercilessly with the hard and unforgiving object. It's not painful as much as it is a completely new sensation.

And fuck, Steve loves it.

He's used to being penetrated with random objects as his daddies can get quite imaginative. Hell, he'd even been fisted with Bucky's vibranium arm more times than he can currently recall. Had fucked himself on mjolnir's handle many times too. And had even gotten fingered by Tony's nano suit. He could take this.

"Fuck baby," Brock snarls, feeling his cock leak. He was close and was ready to dive inside the blonde super soldier. He'd given himself enough torture. He forces Steve on his back, making sure the blade stayed lodged inside his anus. The blonde twitches as he lays there, legs spread and skin glistening with sweat. His thighs are slick and sticky with cum and his pussy is red. His eyes have been blown wide, too dark to even make out much blue anymore. He looked overwhelmed and overstimulated.

"Daddy please..." he whimpers, not too sure of what he's begging for.

"Don't worry babygirl," Rumlow reassures, a little out of breath. "Gonna bury my cock in that tight little pussy now. Don't you worry, sweet tits."

He spits before sliding his cock in, pushing Steve's thighs way back until he's almost bent in half. The motion jostles the blade in his ass a little and makes the blonde whine. Slick gushes out of him and spreads warmth around Rumlow's thick shaft.

"Oh fuck, that cunt is always dripping huh baby? Hm? Is it always wet?"

Steve sobs and gurgles something but it's useless trying to decipher. His pussy spasms helplessly around the thick cock inside it, pulling it in deeper inside him. He squirts again, pretty mouth gaping wide in a silent scream. His back arches, dislodging the blade from inside him. He wails when Brock shoves it back in forcefully.

"God, look at that fucking pussy go..." Brock praises, eyes trained on the blonde's cunt. His cock is practically drenched in cum, sliding smoothly inside of Steve. He hardens and twitches inside the soldier, the tell tale curl of climax in his stomach. He fucks the sloppy hole a little longer before the pleasure erupts out of him.

"Fuck I'm gonn-!"

Steve gasps wetly at the hot sensation flowing inside him, marking him deeply. Both holes spasm as he cums for the millionth time that night, wrapping shaky legs around Rumlow's tapered waist. Brock keeps cumming, breeding his pussy in thick, viscous pumps of semen until it leaks out. Brock thrusts weakly a few more times before pulling out.

"Fuck baby-! Jesus fuckin christ Rogers," he rasps, his chest heaving from the tremendous exertion. He strokes his cock a few more times, making sure the last few drops mark the blonde's belly. He swipes the tip through the slippery mess, rubbing it into the skin.

Under him, Steve twitches, stomach quivering from the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. His eyes have gone more blue again, still darkened by heavy lids and thick, wispy lashes. Tears cling to the ends, glistening as they drop down his pretty face. His cheeks are reddened like his bitten lips. Brock just wants to kiss them, so he does. And Steve hums happily, eyes fluttering open and shut as his daddy admires him from above.

"God princess, fucked you stupid didn't I? Hm?"

"Mhm..." Steve whimpers, accepting the man's rough tonguing. His lips tingle from the scratch of the rough stubble. Brock growls, thrusting against Steve as he deepens the kiss, biting the blonde's lower lip until he cries out.

"So pretty when you cry," he mutters, running practiced fingers from Steve's neck down to his breasts. He rubs his thumbs against pink nipples, squeezing them deliberately. Steve keens weakly, hands covering Brock's, encouraging him to tease.

"Perfect fuckin tits baby, I could play with these all day."

He's distantly aware of his comms that's been buzzing for a while now, but Steve was his priority at the moment. He methodically arranges the blonde on the pillows and fixes his gear properly. Steve's sparkling eyes just track his movements drunkenly, completely fucked out and exhausted. He looks softer now, compared to the tightly wound bundle of tension he'd been earlier.

I did that, Brock thinks smugly, running his fingers slowly through Steve's downy blonde hair. He's fighting sleep, too afraid to let it pull him under but Brock pets him and tenderly tells him to let go. He's out within seconds.

"Rumlow, report to the E deck..."

It's the Director... the one that's been trying to recruit him into HYDRA for months. He'd been secretly battling with his mind and his beliefs for a while, caught between craving power and perfection but also knowing that HYDRA was corrupt. And that despite wanting those things, they were adapting horrifying methods by which to do so. He'd been brought into the inner circle, been made privy to their plans for the New World Order. Had seen the blueprints for Project Insight. Had touched them with his bare hands.

They were so sure he'd join them.

But it's been months now and he'd still not given an answer. Refused to reply in absolutes. Because he'd seen their plans for Captain America.

They'd hatched an elaborate scheme to capture the Captain and subject him to some of the cruelest tortures ever executed by HYDRA since the 40s. The new Steve Rogers would be the face of their serpentine campaign. And they'd clocked Brock because he'd become close with the Captain. And he was morally ambiguous at times. A wild card they could never really place. That was how he rationalised their interest in him anyway.

He glances down at the sleeping blonde, curled in on himself and oh so naive to the sinister plans for him.

His chest twinges a bit.

"Currently indisposed," he growls, hardening his resolve.

Steve snuffles quietly, looking angelic and peaceful. Brock kills the connection and settles in next to the blonde, pulling him into his arms.

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Chapter 12: Sweet Burns

Summary:

Baron Zemo figures, the best way to hurt a super soldier, is with another super soldier.

Notes:

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE/NON-CON- SWIPE/SCROLL AWAY IMMEDIATELY IF THIS IS TRIGGERING IN ANY WAY TO YOU.

Sweet Burns

 

Bucky hates the way Steve saunters over to him.

Hates the way Steve grins like the cat that got the cream, eyes heavy with lust and glazed red. His movements are shaky, limbs unsure even as he plops himself down onto Bucky's lap, rolling his hips and waist against his Daddy's hardening cock.

"You know you want me, Daddy," Steve whispers seductively in his ear, licking a stripe up Bucky's neck.

"Not like this baby, please," Bucky whispers weakly, trying to follow Steve's line of sight with no luck. The blonde happily ignores him, touching Bucky's chest and shoulders, marveling at his metal arm. His eyes widen, gentle fingers sliding across the vibranium plates in wonder. He bites down on hisnplush lower lip and grinds harder on Bucky's rock hard cock.

"Want it so bad, Daddy," he moans, throwing his hands into his hair and gyrating on Bucky's wide-spread thighs. The Winter Soldier growls, leveling a smouldering glare at the man behind Steve.

"The power stone is magnificent, is it not, soldat?" Zemo quips like the truly awful villain he is. He brandishes his hand and flicks his wrist to show off the purple ring on his finger.

"You wanted me, right?" Bucky grits, "here I am. Take me. Leave him out of this."

Zemo smiles and turns his attentions to the purring blonde in Bucky's lap. Steve is gone. His beautiful eyes are hidden behind thick wispy lashes, lids heavy from lust and control.

His boy had always been submissive down to his core, Bucky thinks, hating the way his dominant instincts were turned on by Steve's needy whines and desperate touches. He was so hot for it that Bucky could see the dark blush from the collar of his star-spangled suit. His cheeks were painted red too, and Bucky could just imagine the flush on his more delicate regions.

"Oh, but he is the one I want, James," Zemo replies, approaching the intertwined pair carefully. "Don't you see? He is your weakness. All of you. The billionaire is infatuated with him. The demigod is enamoured. The archer can't seem to get enough. The Falcon wants to domesticate it so badly. And I could name dozens more. If I control him, I control you. You see my point, James?"

Bucky's really starting to hate the way the man says his name. He clenches his jaw, glaring at him while Steve kisses up and down his neck.

The power stone glows brightly from Zemo's hand again.

"C'mon Daddy, play with me," Steve murmurs into his mouth, lips tasting of sweet poison. He chuffs, frustrated with Bucky, who's as solid as a marble statue against his soft, encouraging touches.

"Perhaps James will play with you if you had on less clothes, sweet Steven," Zemo pipes up from the back. The stone glows again, and Steve immediately obeys.

He clambers off Bucky's lap and stands before the man on shaky legs. Without much fanfare, he begins to remove his suit methodically. The top piece goes first, revealing a mesh vest underneath where Bucky can see Steve's flat tummy all the way down to his navel. Steve blushes when he makes eye contact with Bucky who seems less than thrilled.

"Why are you sad, Daddy?" Steve asks mournfully, pouting even as he peels off his vest, trousers, underwear and boots. His small cock is hard between his thighs, blushing a pretty pink colour. Bucky can see the redness all over his pale Irish skin and it takes a Herculean effort not to break right then and there. His baby boy shouldn't have been exposed to anyone else like this. Zemo really was solidifying his name on Bucky's list of villains he'd soon fuck up beyond all recognition.

"What do you want, Steven?" the man whispers in Steve's ear, hand on his bare waist.

"Don't touch him," Bucky rumbles, vibranium arm forcing against its unbending restraints.

"Of course," Zemo replies, but he doesn't comply. Instead, he presses his whole front against Steve's naked back, grabbing the blonde by the neck and pulling his head onto his right shoulder. Steve melts into the touch, chirping and cooing at the rough treatment.

"He wants you, James. Can't you see you're denying him what he deserves?" Zemo's dark eyes glint at Bucky, taunting him. Begging him to react.

"H- he doesn't want this," Bucky tries weakly, knowing this is a losing battle. He knows the team is on their way. Knows they'll be out of this predicament soon. But God, it wasn't fast enough. Steve has already been violated in multiple ways. His will and his power taken from him only to be used and abused by one of their sworn enemies.

"What gives you the idea that I care about what he wants?" Zemo hisses venomously, grabbing Steve by the jaw and kissing his roughly. Steve moans through it, desperately searching for more. He shrieks when the man bites down on his lip, hard. Thick, crimson blood wells up from the wound and dribbles down his chin quickly. Steve's momentary shock melts away and he smiles indulgently at Zemo with earnest eyes.

God, his boy was too sweet for his own good, Bucky thinks, forcing himself to look away.

"Ah, ah, you don't want to miss this, James," Zemo warns, shoving his gloved fingers into Steve's mouth. "A pretty mouth like this should always be filled, wouldn't you agree?"

Steve gags, spit joining the blood that's streaming down his chin as long fingers probe past his tongue, nearly into his throat. Bucky can see tears shimmering in Steve's eyes, but they're not his. They're clouded in a reddish-puprle haze, not a hint of blue to recognize.

"He does look absolutely ravishing, I must say," Zemo continues, taking his spit-soaked fingers out of Steve's mouth and slapping him gently. Steve positively beams at him, turning in his hold to bury his face in Zemo's neck. The man grins at Bucky, smug and spiteful as he caresses Steve's neck and pulls him in even closer for extra measure.

"What a sight to behold. The self-appointed leader of the Avengers reduced to nothing but a whining, whimpering cunt. The world should see him for what he is. And what all of you are. Nothing more than men with weapons to make the masses bend to your will. Nothing more than murderers."

"Steve never asked for this -" Bucky starts, but Zemo silences him with a rough grab of Steve's hair. The blonde whines - whether it's in pain or arousal - is anyone's guess.

"Never asked?" Zemo spits, "he volunteered for the experiment. He agreed to Director Fury's Avengers Initiative. He saved You. Those are his most noteworthy crimes."

Bucky exhales heavily, eyeing Zemo and Steve from under his brows. This was getting old, fast. If Zemo wanted to taunt him to death, his voice alone would do the trick. But Steve. His poor sweetheart didn't deserve all of this.

"I'm warning you, Zemo," he says evenly, "I promise you this won't end well. I'm not as saved as you think. I still get the urges. Still feel the bloodlust. The Winter Soldier wasn't some pencil marking that could easily be erased. He's still here. I'm still him. You understand me?"

Zemo tilts his head in that aggravating way he usually does and raises a brow. It's a look that doesn't bode well for either Bucky or Steve. He shoves Steve to the floor unkindly, ignoring his hurt cries when his bare skin hits the cold, hard floor. Bucky tenses, digging his heels into the ground and leaning forward like a feral cat about to strike. Steve looks up at him, confused and hurt. His knee is scuffed and a thin trickle of blood runs down his leg.

"Huff and puff all you want, soldat," Zemo mocks lazily, reaching into his coat and pulling out a little red book.

Bucky's blood runs cold.

"No -"

It's too late. Zemo utters the sinister words. His pupils dilate and his breathing becomes shallow. His body goes rigid, vibranium arm whirring quietly beneath his artificial fury. Words and coherence escape him and his mind goes numb and quiet. It's as if his mind was suddenly split in two. One that's trapped behind a steel door, and one on the other side of that same steel door, looking in.

Fight it Bucky! Fight! You can't let him win again!

The soldier doesn't seem to care though. It waits obediently for Zemo's command, breathing slow and steady, paying the naked, weeping blonde on the floor no mind.

Zemo smiles and it's scarily genuine. There's a sparkle in his eyes and a taut uptick at the corner of his lips.

"Two supersoldiers, at my mercy. How exciting."

Fuck you! Bucky screams from behind the door, but it's futile. He's lost the battle.

Zemo gestures towards Steve. "Go ahead soldat. Let us teach the Captain a lesson. Put him in his place. He should know his place."

The soldier makes short work of the vibranium bindings that Zemo had charmed with the power stone. The metal snaps easily and the Winter Soldier rises to his feet. Beneath him, covered in his shadow, Steve whimpers, cowering from his emotionless stare.

"I've heard of his fighting spirit. Let's crack him open. Make him bleed."

The Winter Soldier grabs Steve by the throat and slams his head into the floor, sending shards of stone into his hair. Steve chokes and writhes in his grasp, frowning up at Bucky with panic in his eyes. Eyes that are now blue and crystal clear.

"Daddy - stop!" he pleads but the soldier is deaf to his cries.

His metal arm delivers a brutal blow to Steve's face, immediately swelling his left eye and fracturing his cheekbone.

"Buck, please -" He shakes his head, trying desperately to crawl away, but the Winter Soldier drags him back by the ankle and begins pummeling him again. The vibranium arm is relentless as his skin splits open and blood begins to pour freely down his beaten face.

It's at least ten minutes before Zemo ends it with a single command.

"Stop."

The soldier freezes like clockwork and stands again. It's a terrifying sight for the blonde who gazes up in fear at his once sweet Daddy. The man who'd been kind to him when he was usually at his weakest. The man who was now cruel and unfeeling, staring down at him with unrecognizable eyes.

That's not my Bucky.

Somewhere, deep in his subconscious, Steve knows Zemo is behind all of it. He knows he'd been taken by the man earlier in the week and made to be his slave by the power stone. Knows that Zemo had probably used Bucky's trigger words against him too. But it was hard to strive for coherence and logic in his state. His brain had been put in a blender, he was admittedly fucked up.

He lies on the floor, prone in his nakedness and trembling from the brutality of the soldier's attack. He tastes blood on his tongue, feels it salty in his throat.

"Sit," Zemo finally orders, his voice sending ugly thrills up the back of Steve's neck.

Bucky turns and heads back to the chair he'd been in. He sits and maintains his gaze on Steve.

Zemo wields the stone again, and suddenly Steve's fear, hurt, and pain vanishes. The state of bliss returns to his pretty face and he smiles sweetly at his Daddy. Bucky doesn't reciprocate. He crawls on his hands and knees toward the soldier, slowly, carefully.

"Daddy?"

Bucky doesn't respond.

"Go on, Steven. Show him how much you love him. Show him how much he gets you off."

Steve listens to Zemo, placing his thighs on either side of Bucky's left leg, rubbing himself up against the man's boot. He uses Bucky's thighs to steady himself and begins humping against the black combat boot. The soldier remains unaffected, save for a twitching in his right trigger finger. Bucky is still screaming from behind the door. Still scraping at the door with blunt fingernails to anyone who could hear him.

Steve! Steve, wake up! Don't fall for it! Fight him! Fight!

But the blonde doesn't hear him. He tosses his head back and moans in pleasure at the friction his little pink cock gets against the leather of the soldier's boot. Zemo tilts his head, eyes roaming the expanse of Steve's gorgeous body. He appreciates the rippling muscles dancing and moving underneath flushed, flawless skin. His peachy ass flexes every time he thrusts against the boot.

A crying shame he'd have to dispose of the soldier soon enough.

"D- Daddy - I'm cumming," Steve whimpers, pressing his forehead against Bucky's knee.

"Cum, you pathetic whore," Zemo can't help but taunt. He finds himself becoming corrupted by the blonde, his own cock stirring in his trousers at the sight of Steve Rogers so vulnerable. So desperate. He thinks of how lucky the other Avengers must feel, to be made privy to such a perfect body. To be able to wet their cocks whenever they wanted with his tight little hole or his perfect mouth.

"Ngh!"

The blonde slumps over Bucky's leg, hips thrusting weakly in sporadic motions as he orgasms. Zemo wastes no time in walking over to see the damage done. He pulls Steve by the shoulder, ignoring his little grunt of pain as he falls onto his back on the floor. The soldier's boot is spattered with pearlescent cum that drips down into the laces and sole. Zemo turns on Steve and kicks his legs wide apart.

"Let me see it," he demands huskily, noting the earnest way Steve obeys with big blue eyes blinking dumbly up at him. He spreads his legs wider, toes pointed like a ballerina, exposing everything to the man. His cock is soft now, and even smaller, Zemo notes. It's red and utterly spent, dewy cum shining down the short length and small but nicely shaped balls. Zemo can see his hole just under them, pink and virginal. He flares at the thought of sinking into it.

But no. He won't debase himself, fucking such a dirty, dumb slut.

The Soldier, however, would do a perfect job of satisfying that particular need.

"Soldat," he calls, listening for the telltale sounds of the soldier rising to his feet again.

"Ready to comply."

Steve looks up at both men, his lip swollen, bruises already marring his porcelaine skin where his lover's fist had connected. The blood had dried a deep crimson on his face. Still, the blonde was absolutely gorgeous, batting his long lashes at them, legs spread and ready for a cock.

"You have permission to use the Captain," Zemo informs the Winter soldier, whispering into his ear. "He is for your pleasure, soldat. Use him. Take him. Make him your bitch."

The soldier moves almost immediately, wolfish eyes tracking the prone blonde on the floor. Steve doesn't move. He just offers the stoic soldier the sweetest smile and waits for him to approach. When Bucky is within reach, he curls around him like an octopus, pressing his nose into the hollow of Bucky's neck. A move that puts the Winter soldier on high alert.

He goes rigid, gripping Steve's thigh and slamming it into the ground. He pins the limb with a hard knee, then grabs Steve by the throat and squeezes. The blonde barely fights back, much like Steve usually does without the influence of the power stone.

He'd do anything for Bucky Barnes.

Zemo watches on with a sadistic smile on his face, breathing low and heavy. It was pure bliss seeing the once great and impenetrable Captain America become so submissive and useless under the Winter Soldier's true raw power. Blueeyes glisten and sparkle, going wide as they try to find some type of light to fight the darkness of unconsciousness.

"Enough."

The soldier stops instantly, metal fingers releasing the pale neck and allowing Steve precious gasps of air. There are red imprints in the shape of Bucky's hands on the abused skin. Steve wears them pretty, Zemo thinks, still ignoring the tightness in his trousers.

"Daddy," Steve coos softly, even as Bucky grabs him and roughly turns him onto his belly. The power stone was one hell of a weapon at his disposal.

"Take him, soldat," Zemo repeats, noting how easily Steve goes face down, ass up for the soldier. He could imagine just how pretty the blonde would look surrounded by all of his Daddies, taking their cocks in every available hole. Being forced to use his hands when his holes are too stuffed to take any more. He thinks of the way they would mark him, knowing how possessive they were of the docile blonde. Bite marks up and down the insides of his thighs. Finger-shaped bruises on his neck and hips. And splashes of semen on his gorgeous tits, his pretty face and his plump ass.

"Fuck the entitlement out of him," he sneers, hate and lust battling for control within him. Steve remains in position obediently, as Bucky shoves his trousers down and takes out his hard cock. He mutters something in Romanian, to which Zemo replies, "No. The Captain does not need to be lubricated. I want him to bleed. I want him to feel pain. I want him to suffer."

The soldier nods once, then pauses again. He raises his metal arm and circles Steve's quivering hole with vibranium fingers.

"It's.. it's yours, Daddy," Steve whimpers, tightening up every time Bucky's finger catches on his rim. He arches his back, painting a pretty picture of ultimate submission.

Bucky still screams from behind the door, helpless as the soldier penetrates his boy.

Steve's body jerks reflexively when the cold, hard fingers slip inside him. He rolls his hips and rises up to deepen the appendages inside but the soldier shoves him back down with his other hand.

"Stay."

Steve stills under the strict command, breathing slow despite his flinches of discomfort as the fingers force into his tiny hole. Zemo can't take his eyes off it, ironically. He finds himself breathing heavy, tracking the way shiny, black metal stretches the delicate pink rim. The blonde looks so fragile, he thinks, his excitement growing as the hole convulses at the invasion.

Steve cries out weakly, burying his face in the ground as the Winter soldier fucks him robotically.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," he repeats despite his grunts of pain. Zemo smiles at the feeling of fulfillment expanding his chest. The Captain - moreso than the other Avengers - had always been an albatross around his neck. Stark was smug, Bruce was cowardly, Clint and Natasha were necessary evils and Thor was a demigod.

But Steven.

Steve Rogers was righteousness incarnate and it made his blood boil. He was the only one to pretend that what they were doing was for the greater good when in reality, millions of people paid the ultimate price for their actions. He embodied selfishness, a pure sanctimonious bastard with privilege he couldn't even begin to imagine.

It's why watching him on his hands and knees, being violated by the one person he loved dearly, was so cathartic.

The blood running down his thighs as the Soldier shoves his cock in, dry, filled him with a rabid kind-of joy he'd once sworn to never partake in. Every whine, every cry, every scream and every broken gasp for breath brought him closer to peace.

"Keep on, soldat," he encourages, pacing casually around them, making sure he took in every part of the act. "Fuck him like the dog he is."

The soldier staggers in his movements for a second, shaking his head as if to wake up from some nightmare. Zemo had no doubt that it was the newly reformed Bucky Barnes trying to scratch and claw his way back to consciousness. The thought of Barnes watching on uselessly, completely aware of what was happening nearly makes him salivate.

He grins, mostly to himself, wielding the power stone at Steve. He makes sure to stand in the man's line of sight, getting a front row view of the very moment the red haze dissipates from his eyes.

"Welcome back, Captain," he greets smugly, looking down on the blonde.

Blue, bewildered eyes blink up at him, shining with tears that hang on to long lashes in pretty droplets. His brows furrow as more confusion crashes over him. Zemo can pinpoint the exact moment when the pain registers. It's a thing of beauty.

A pathetic cry escapes from his bloodied lips.

Zemo revels in the shame that burns on Steve's cheeks, as he realizes that he's being raped in front of one of his biggest adversaries. As he realizes his state of undress in front of one of his biggest adversaries. He squirms, trying to move away from Bucky- turns and gags when he realizes that his abuser is Bucky.

"B- Buck- !"

The soldier remains unaffected by his cries and continues to pound into his abused cunt.

"Bucky stop! Please-!"

"He won't listen to you, Captain," Zemo interrupts, catching his attention again. A sad, pitiful expression crosses Steve's pretty face.

"Wh- ugh! What did you do to him?"

Zemo shrugs, feigning innocence. "Nothing much. His actions are his own. I just had to utter a few choice words and his natural instinct took over. And you went down for him, like I predicted you would. Even under the stone's control, you couldn't help it. You're nothing more than a filthy whore that spouts righteousness and ideals to cover the fact. Admit it Steven, you like this."

"I don't want this!" Steve chokes, crying out at a particularly rough thrust. He can feel himself dropping, eyelids becoming heavy as he feels his Daddy's hands on the nape of his neck. The pores raise across his skin and he lets out a harsh breath.

"Please... Daddy, please..."

The Winter Soldier stutters in his movements at Steve's mournful sob. He looks lost for a little while but then continues thrusting into his blonde lover without care or comfort. Steve feels the warm blood running down his thighs and despite the pain, his hole clenches down on his Daddy's cock like it's desperate for it. His eyes flutter shut at the pressure of his Daddy's fist around the back of his neck, steadying him. It would be pure bliss if it weren't so painful.

"Hurts..."

That usually works, he thinks vaguely, barely hanging on to consciousness now. He was so deep into that space, head foggy and eyes glazed over. A voice screamed at the back of his mind, that Zemo was watching. Zemo's still here. He's the one doing this to you, not Bucky.

"Fuck-!"

The soldier makes a forced sound, almost as if the pleasure of orgasming had to be wrenched from him. He thrusts a couple more times into the whimpering blonde beneath him, cumming inside his abused hole. Metal fingers curve into the plush flesh at Steve's narrow waist, bruising it. Marking it as his own. The Winter Soldier never got ownership of anything, let alone a whole supersoldier. It wasn't programmed to have wants or needs. Just a controlled urge to kill.

His wires cross and a piece of Bucky shines through.

"St- Steve?"

His voice is so soft and concerned that Steve responds to the warm tone almost immediately, sobbing mournfully as Bucky pulls out from inside of him with a shocked gasp. Steve lies there, gasping for breath as his skin burns hot with shame. He's acutely aware of his Daddy returning to consciousness. The thought of Bucky seeing him in such an awful state was mortifying. He tries to cover himself, but it's useless. There isn't any kind of clothing nearby.

"What a shame," Zemo sighs, sounding terribly inconvenienced. He glances down at the power stone, eager to wield it as Bucky regains consciousness. The Captain never scared him much, mainly because Steve often pulled his punches.

But the soldier.

No. The soldier was ruthless when it came to protecting what was his. And Steven Grant Rogers has always been his.

"Steve-"

Steve squeezes his eyes shut at the soft call of his name, cheeks burning red under the blood stains. He can't bear to look at his Daddy, ashamed of how he'd used him. Ashamed that he was now on the list of people that had used James Buchanan Barnes against his will. Hot tears sting his eyes as he looks away, feeling bile rise up in his throat. And despite his humongous effort, he fails to keep it in. He mostly throws up stomach acid because after being kept by Zemo for days, he'd been severely under-fed.

He's aware of Bucky coming to himself right behind him, and it makes his skin crawl. He curls up on the floor, next to the puddle of his sick and sobs into his hands.

"Zemo," Bucky whispers, looking up at the man with wide eyes.

"Welcome to the world, soldat," the man replies smugly.

Bucky glances over at Steve. "What did you do to him?"

Zemo gestures casually to his bloodstained cock, reveling in the horrified realization on Bucky's face.

"Oh, I did nothing to him, soldat. You, on the other hand? You had your way with the Captain."

Bucky shakes his head, quickly surging to his feet and tucking himself back into his trousers. He lunges at Zemo who hastily backtracks, holding up the power stone threateningly.

The steel door on the other side of the room suddenly blows open with a deafening bang.

"You're done, Zemo," Tony interjects, his voice a welcome change to Zemo's grating tone. His brown eyes flick to the naked body curled up on the ground and a look of shock crosses his face when he realizes that it's Steve.

"Widow, I need reinforcements here!"

Natasha comes in like a shadow, passing all of them to get to Zemo. She makes quick work of him, incapacitating him long enough for Thor to fly in and take the power stone. Clint joins her and helps to bring Zemo in, fitting him in vibranium cuffs and dragging him out of the room.

He goes silently.

Bucky stands there in shock for a moment, eyes wide, feeling as if he'd just been put in the blender again. The emotion felt akin to nostalgia as he hadn't been the Winter Soldier in a very long time. But at the same time, he felt revolted at what he'd done to his sweet boy.

He doesn't have the time to process it, though, as the Hulk comes roaring in, stomping past him to get to Steve. His heart lunges in his chest for a second, but then it rests when he realizes how gentle the green beast is with Steve. It takes the blonde in its massive hands, bringing it to its broad chest, cuddling him there. Steve curls into the monster, shaking and sobbing, hiding his face from the rest of them.

His poor, sweet baby.

"Barnes," Tony murmurs, holding him back with a light hand on his shoulder as Hulk takes Steve away.

"We need to talk."

Notes:

It's been a lonnnnnng time but finally inspiration hit at the end of 2023 and I've been trying to pull this chapter together for a while. I still haven't found the right headspace to write this entirely which is why it'll have two parts. I am currently writing the second part so keep an eye open for that.

Also, thank you to the lovely @thebrooklynnway for inspiring me to go through with this! Us bottom!Steve stucky writers gotta stick together 😆❤️

Chapter 13: Good Boy (Part II)

Summary:

Why does it feel like his Daddies are slipping away when Steve needs them the most?

Notes:

Whew, it took me a while but I got there! This chapter is very much necessary after the last one. It's got everything, smug, angst, healing and peace.

Good Boy

Three days later.

 

Bucky stands beside the hospital bed, still and unmoving.

He has to remind himself to breathe every four seconds or so, just like Sam told him to. He'd been in recluse for three days, forced to talk through shit with Tony and then Bruce. But nothing they said could make what he'd done okay. They didn't know how absolutely revolting he found himself. How shame crowded him every time he looked into their eyes. He couldn't even begin to wonder how he'd hold up against Steve's big blue eyes.

Did Steve hate him?

Was he sickened by the mere thought of James Barnes?

Did he want to throw up every time someone mentioned him?

Was he even still Steve's?

He blinks away the annoying wetness in his eyes and stares at his boy intently.

The wounds on his face had cleared, purple bruises left in their wake that were thankfully fading fast. The swelling had gone from his lips too and was now just shadowed by a light reddish-puprle bruise.

I did that, Bucky thinks, metal fingers curling into an agitated fist.

He cursed himself quietly, absolutely hating the way he knew this was all because of Zemo, but still blaming himself because that's what the man did best. Mess with their minds just like he'd done with Tony and Steve. He flinches at the sounds of Steve's cries that had been etched into his brain since that day. How he'd pleaded for Bucky to stop-

Daddy please!

He could still smell the blood, feel it warm and wet on his cock as he took Steve like some kind of mindless animal on the floor. He's shaking now, thinking of how Steve's skin and bone had broken beneath his fist, his knuckles imprinting on his sweetheart like a sadistic tattoo. Steve's neck had seemed so breakable in his cursed metal fist, the mere thought of what he could've done scared the crap out of him.

He shudders and takes a step back, reaching for the door to escape the room.

"Going so soon?"

Tony was on the other side of it, hands in his pockets as he bypasses Bucky to stare in Steve's direction. He makes no move to hide his frown as Bucky shoulders past him to get out of the room.

"You can't run," Tony tells him, struggling to keep up with his long and efficient strides. "He needs you."

"I highly doubt that, Stark."

"Don't do this," Tony begs, slowing down as Bucky rounds on him. "It's been three days. He's asked for you every single time. And every time we make up an excuse, I can tell it's killing him to not have you there."

"If I go there, it'll remind him of everything, Tony," Bucky protests, "I can't imagine he'd be excited to see his ra-"

"Don't!"

A couple of doctors and nurses in the immediate vicinity startle at Tony's outburst, but he ignores them. "You are not a r-" he grits his teeth and sighs heavily. "You're not that. That's what Zemo did. Not you."

Bucky shakes his head. "It's easy to tell yourself that, because you weren't there. You didn't see the betrayed look on his face. You didn't hear his screams. His cries. How he begged me to stop when Zemo took the mind control away."

"James-"

"You didn't tear into him. You didn't make him bleed. You didn't beat him senseless before raping him. I did that. Me."

Silence fizzles out between them, Tony on the verge of tears and Bucky looking like he's about to throw up. They stare at each other for a few seconds, breathing heavy, at a standstill. He could see the look of pure horror on Tony's face and for a minute, he imagines it's disgust. Tony finds him revolting. Tony's done with him now, surely.

Instead, the man reaches out and takes his hand. The metal one. And brings it to his lips. The kiss is awfully gentle, yet Bucky feels as if it would break him.

"The James Barnes I know isn't capable of that. And the James Barnes Steve knows, isn't either. Zemo's no different than HYDRA. He used you to hurt Steve. He used you to hurt our baby. And he's already paying for it. Trust me."

Bucky curls his hand into a fist but Tony keeps holding on to it.

"And if you keep punishing yourself for his crimes, he wins."

Bucky finally looks Tony in the eyes and sees the bare truth laid out in them.

"Steve needs us. He needs you. Right now, he thinks you don't want him anymore. That he's dirty and used, just like Zemo said."

"But he's not-" Bucky protests.

"Avoiding him is what made him feel that way. And God knows you two have a habit of taking all the blame and responsibility for things that are completely out of your control."

Bucky looks away and huffs at that, unable to keep from cracking a small, amused smirk. He sighs heavily, feeling the crushing weight of guilt leave his body momentarily.

"It ain't gonna be easy," he mutters, already sounding defeated.

"We're here for you," Tony insists, "both of you."

 

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Steve's been unable to shake the daunting chill that's been harbored inside him ever since he'd woken up in a hospital bed.

He pretends he's in much more pain than he actually is so that the doctors would up his drug dosage, which was already pretty high. It keeps him in a less lucid state, less able to answer questions from his teammates or even communicate with them beyond asking for Bucky. He feels horrible about it. Keeping his Daddies at arms length when all they wanted to do was comfort him. But they couldn't possibly understand how difficult this was for him. How much he was trying to get past it all.

Bruce tried his best, but quickly learned to just hold Steve instead of repeatedly telling him it "wasn't his fault." Tony coddled him like a parent over-compensating a neglected child. Thor was there for his every want and need, whether he wanted fries and a burger or a crossword puzzle book to keep himself occupied. Natasha sang him lullabies when he couldn't sleep from the nightmares.

And Clint kept it real with him.

"Baby, stop doing that to yourself," he'd told Steve last night. "If you feel like crying, then let it out. Don't keep that shit bottled up. It'll only make you crazier."

Steve appreciated the dryness that came with Clint's care. He cried that entire night in the man's capable arms until he fell asleep.

But the chill always comes back when he opens his eyes and realized that Bucky still hadn't come to see him.

"How do you feel?" the nurse asks, with an easy smile. Steve can see through her nerves, he's not been a very good patient. Between all the crying and silence and his general lack of joy, he knows the medical staff Tony had hired was probably fed up of his spoiled, star-spangled ass. But he couldn't help it. He was miserable and nothing was helping.

His guilt was gnawing at him from the inside like some kind of bug trying to eat him alive.

"I'm alright," he mutters, drying out his hair, having just grabbed a cold shower. It was his last day under medical watch, and he'd asked his Daddies to let him do it alone. Of course, they'd protested until he gave them the puppy eyes and they all caved. He'd felt a bit manipulative but so what? He was sure they'd excuse his bratty behavior after what he'd been through.

"Mr Stark has a cab waiting to take you straight to the tower," she informs him, before giving him a reassuring smile and wishing him luck.

"Thank you," he replies quietly, slipping on a pair of dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He swings his duffel bag onto his back and makes for the door.

A shadowy figure stops him in his tracks.

It's Bucky.

Relief surges through him at the sight of his Daddy looking clean and sharp again. He's dressed in dark details with a dark brown leather jacket and a helmet in hand. Then Steve stares into his eyes and the relief is gone. There are dark circles under his eyes and his face looks paler than usual. His hair is a bit unkempt and he's already got a five o clock shadow growing.

Steve can't imagine that he himself looks any better but at least he'd had his Daddies to help groom him when he didn't feel up to it.

Hadn't anyone been there for Bucky?

"B- Buck... I-" he starts, but emotion wells up in his chest and the words get stuck in his throat.

Bucky looks hesitant for a moment, looking behind him as if wary of whoever was outside. He turns back to Steve and licks at his lips- a typical Barnes tick when he's nervous, Steve notes mentally.

"Tony sent a cab to pick you up, but... I figured you shouldn't have to do this alone."

That halts Steve in his tracks.

He tilts his head in question, blue eyes glinting in the fluorescent lighting of the room.

"Oh. You- you didn't think I needed you any other time? Y'know, like maybe when I was warded here for days and needed you?"

The hint of guilt that mars Bucky's face kills Steve, but he rejects the empathy, too angry and hurt to care.

"Sweetheart," he starts weakly, "I wanted to be here, you have to believe that."

Steve shrugs and looks at the ground, petulant.

"Didn't seem like it."

"I hurt you Steve-"

"It wasn't your fault!" Steve chokes, dropping his duffel and clenching his fists. Always ready for a fight, the scrappy thing.

"You think I don't know that?!" Bucky snarls and instantly regrets it when Steve startles defensively.

He unclenches his metal fist and sighs with a heavy drop of his shoulders. Steve stares at him with the saddest doe eyes, shining teardrops clinging to his lashes.

"I'm not afraid of you, Buck," he mutters, sniffling.

Bucky shakes his head and curses quietly under his breath. "I can't believe it was so easy to just-"

Steve maintains his silence, wrapping arms around himself protectively.

"I- I need you to know that I- I would never hurt you like that Steve. I could never- God I-"

Steve shakes his head and runs into Bucky, burying his face in the man's chest. He finally shatters under the pretense of fine he'd kept all week and lets the sobs wreck him entirely. Bucky holds him tightly, metal fingers running through soft, downy hair. Steve's body feels so warm against the chill on his skin. He smells like medicine. Clinical. A sharp scent that Bucky hates. God it felt so wrong holding Steve so gently when he'd done terrible things to his boy-

The bliss lasts for all of ten seconds before Steve pushes away from him roughly.

"You should've been here," he growls angrily before swiping up his bag and stalking out of the room, leaving Bucky speechless.

 

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Two weeks later.

Steve is engulfed in Thor's massive arms, bouncing on his lap like an over-excited pup happy to see its master.

It doesn't help that the blonde is bare naked while the thunder God is fully dressed in jeans and a long sleeved sweatshirt. Steve doesn't seem to care though, if his dopey disposition is anything to go by. He rubs his nose against the demigod's broad chest, sniffing indulgently at the base of his neck.

"Mmh," Thor grunts when Steve nips at his collarbone playfully. He slides his hands down Steve's back, shortly marveling at how soft and supple the skin and muscles feel before palming his butt cheeks. Steve purrs, pushing back into his Daddy's grip, yearning for more friction.

He yelps when Thor smacks him firmly on the left cheek. "Ow..."

"It is difficult to catch the news when you're squirming on my lap like a fussy kitten, Steven," Thor rumbles, the deep timber of his voice vibrating deep in Steve's core. He melts at the firm tone his Daddy takes with him but ignores it playfully, thrusting his hips against the demigod's clothed cock a few more times.

"Want it," he huffs childishly, his petulant tone ever reflective of his stubbornness.

Thor sighs heavily, wrapping his arms around Steve's tiny waist and drawing him closer until their chests touch. Steve blinks up at him with pleading blue eyes and a little pout on his plush lips.

"I've just had my fill of you, my love," Thor reminds him sagely, "give me a minute or two."

"Wanna taste you," Steve murmurs, breaking eye contact and trying to slide out of the God of thunder's hold.

"Steven," Thor grunts as Steve accidentally knees him in a particularly tender place. He's difficult to keep a hold on, squirming and wriggling about. But even the serum is not as strong as the power of an Asgardian. Thor quickly subdues his stubborn boy and pulls him flush to his chest.

"Daddy..." Steve begs as Thor drapes a blanket over his naked form.

"Shh.."

He wants to kick it off and stomp on it for extra measure. His Daddy was being so stupid and stubborn.

Much like the rest of them.

Steve lies there with his head on Thor's muscular chest, eyes misty as he thinks over the past two weeks quietly.

He'd returned to the tower in the car Tony had sent for him. Without Bucky.

Everyone welcomed him back with embraces and sweet kisses that he could still feel to this day. They all looked so happy to have him back and he was just as happy to be back at the Tower. Thor had immediately swept him up and cuddled him. Tony showered him in soft socks, blankets and stuffed animals. Natasha had made his favourite dish, a grilled cheese with hot chocolate. Bruce had gotten him a new set of paints and huge canvases he could do art on. And Clint had made a huge nest for him in his room where they could all surround him and keep him safe and comfy.

He absolutely adored his Daddies for going through the trouble. Their efforts had made the latest events of his life less haunting in a way.

Because Steve loved to be cuddled. And loved on. And kissed. And touched.

It wasn't so much that he was an attention-seeker, but rather that he'd been touch-starved for most of his life. And now that his Daddies had shown him all the deep and meaningful ways he could be loved, he wanted it all. Craved it, in fact. So for all of them to dote on him after such a horrific event was very much healing.

The only Daddy missing... was Bucky.

The man hadn't returned to the tower ever since Steve had walked out on him in the hospital. His Daddies knew where Bucky was but for some reason, no matter how hard he'd begged, they refused to tell him. Maybe it was cruel of Steve to leave Bucky hanging like that. But it was so wrong of Bucky to never visit him when he'd been forced to sleep in that hospital bed for days. But Steve was mad then, he tried to rationalize in his own head.

He never got mad at his Daddies forever. Hell, the longest had been like a few hours when Steve had gotten impatient when Tony was teaching him about mechanics! He was a good boy. He was their good baby. So... why did it feel like they were mad at him, for being mad at Bucky?

Thinking back on it, in Steve's poor little head, he'd thought the first week since his return had gone pretty well. There was physical contact. There was cuddling. Snuggling. His Daddies would pile around him in his nest and keep him sated and secure. Thor had taken him while everyone else had fallen asleep in the nest. Clint, in the kitchen while he made him a sandwich because "Steve's ass looked good in an apron alone." Natasha had milked him for hours in Bruce's lab while Bruce himself had bruised his mouth and used it good. And Tony had fucked him in his twelve car garage on the hood of a Maclaren P1.

But every time he was made to orgasm within an inch of his life, he'd briefly remember Bucky.

Bucky's absence drove Steve stir-crazy. And made him incredibly upset. Bucky hadn't bothered to reach out or even ask how he was doing while he stayed away and played exile. And Steve would be lying if he'd said it didn't hurt, because goddamn it it really fucking hurt. So, he'd stopped asking for Bucky after the millionth try, resigning himself to the possibility that Bucky probably didn't want to see him just yet, because of what Steve had done.

No... Zemo had forced him to do those things... hadn't he?

Blaming himself for the actions of others was probably the only thing Steve excelled at. Of course Bucky was mad at him. Revolted, in fact, at the mere thought of Steve. Of feeling Steve close to him. Of touching Steve- oh the absolute disgust! Of hearing his sickening voice. And the pathetic sounds he'd make begging for Bucky's cock.

It all made perfect sense in Steve's mind.

And when week two rolled around and Steve realized that his Daddies were slowly becoming distant and cooler towards him, it only reinforced his theory.

"Not tonight, baby," Clint had said as he ran off towards danger in the form of a SHIELD mission, rather than staying with Steve in his nest.

"I'm only gonna be gone for a few hours," Natasha had promised, before she'd gone AWOL for well over a week now.

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I've got some work to do for a conference tomorrow," Bruce had admonished a little firmly when Steve had crawled into his lap, sending some of the man's conference papers sprawling.

And Tony had flat out refused to entertain Steve's needy antics in favour of going out with Pepper and Happy in a Stark Industries related event. "Be good, darling," he'd reminded Steve with a brief kiss to the forehead.

Thor was the only one that indulged him a little and maybe that was because he'd been off Midgard for a few and hadn't got the memo by the time he returned. Steve sought to take advantage of this oversight and had gotten a night full of passion and slight depravity, leaving him sore, leaking and ten times as aroused.

Too bad the bliss didn't last long.

Steve eventually falls asleep on Thor's chest, quickly lulled by the demigod's steady breathing.

When he wakes up, he's all alone in his nest.

.........................

 

"How long are you gonna do this, James?"

"Don't antagonize me, Tony."

"How long?"

A stagnant pause.

"I- ...I don't know."

"Bullshit! I call bullshit, Barnes!"

Bucky growls, fingers interlacing with his hair in a tortured pull.

"You weren't there, Tony! He was so mad at me. I hurt him! I was supposed to be there-"

"Then come back and be here! With us! The kid's driving himself mad without you, I can see it! And we're barely keeping it together because it's hard to comfort him and keep from encroaching on his space at the same time."

"You think this'll be easy? A walk in the park? Tony, the things I did-"

"Zemo did. The things Zemo did," Tony corrects, folding his arms and leaning up against a bookshelf.

Bucky was currently staying in a Brooklyn apartment Tony had stashed away for dire times when a not so distant escape was required. He'd been there ever since Steve left the hospital, walled in between his thoughts and regrets. Steve didn't know about it. Tony had refused to tell him where James was hiding and he'd sworn the other Avengers to secrecy. The time apart could be healing. But he'd never expected James to keep himself away for two weeks.

"Look," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Steve's been practically jumping out of his skin to retain some sense of normalcy. I'd say most of it is successful but, without you there, I can tell he's falling apart."

"What if seeing me triggers him or something?" Bucky counters. He settles into the window seat near all the plants he's been watering these past few days.

Tony shakes his head, "It's inevitable. Maybe he'll have a reaction to you, maybe he won't. Maybe you'll have a reaction to him. But that's only the beginning. That's the only hard part. After that, we'll all be there for you. We'd help you through it."

Bucky looks around the small but cosy apartment he'd called home for the past two weeks, basking in the familiarity of it. He'd gotten so used to the silence again, that leaving felt like a life sentence. It was almost as if he was back on the run, back in that little nook he'd called home in Bucharest. Steve had found him then. Would he find him now?

"I just need some time, Tony," he concedes softly, leaning his head back against the threshold of the window seat.

Tony approaches him slowly, carefully. Like he was a feral creature not to be spooked. He holds out a tentative hand, which Bucky takes in his almost immediately. They lock their fingers together and Bucky pulls Tony closer. When they kiss, it's soft, gentle and sweet. Tony runs his fingers through Bucky's hair, soothingly and whispers,

"Okay."

 

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Steve feels like he's about to crawl out of his skin.

He's sitting at the kitchen island for breakfast, surrounded by his entire team... and he feels lonely.

They've been moving around him with a casual coolness that seems so out of place, it makes him want to throw up. They don't touch him beyond a pat on the back or a scratch of fingers through his hair. His skin is crawling from the lack of touch and sensation. His mood has been sour ever since he'd noticed his Daddies drifting away from him. Thor leaving him alone in his nest was one of the last straws, and now... this.

It didn't seem real.

The way they all smiled tightly at each other and spoke to him in careful tones as if he'd explode if they got even a decibel louder. And the robotic way they moved around him just made the usual terms of endearment fall flat. No one played with his hair. No one kissed him on the cheek. No one pulled him into their lap. No one hand-fed him breakfast. No one asked him to cockwarm them while they ate.

Maybe they're just tired after everything with Z-

Steve has to breathe deeply to expel the wave of nausea that had swept through him. It happened every time he thought or even spoke about Zemo.

He frowns into his waffles, teeth grinding as he thinks... maybe that's it. Maybe they found out about how he'd forced himself on Bucky. How he'd violated his Daddy to the point where Bucky didn't even want to see his face anymore, let alone stay in the same Tower.

The nausea comes back again, this time stronger, forcing him to drop his fork with a clatter.

They all look up at him. Then at each other.

"Stevie, what's wrong baby?" Bruce questions gently, leaning closer but still refusing to touch him.

"I'm fine," he whimpers, before clearing his throat. Fake it til you make it and all that.

They all look at each other with suspicious glances that sparks an anger in Steve that he's felt only a few times before. Because why were they looking at each other? What were they hiding? Why the hell couldn't they just come out with it and tell him already?!

"You haven't eaten anything yet," Nat tells him softly. "Eat. Before it gets cold."

Steve wants to spit at her and say, "dont tell me what to do," but he holds his tongue and forks a crispy piece of waffle smothered in maple syrup into his mouth. He can still feel their concerned gazes on him.

Clint breaks the awkward silence. "Hey, you wanna come with me to the practice range today?"

Steve blinks up at the archer, feeling a smile tugging at his lips. "Then we can stay in my nest?"

A funny look crosses Clint's face and he raises a brow. "Er... sure, baby. But only to sleep. You need lots of rest, remember?"

Steve's smile disappears and he goes back to idly stabbing his waffles. "I don't wanna go to the range. Need my rest."

There's a resounding sigh that follows his response and he has the urge to scream at them all.

"Maybe you can come with me," Bruce says, "I'd be in the lab doing tests all day, no strenuous activity required."

Steve pouts and keeps his head down. "Pass," he mutters rudely. He knows he's crossing some lines now, being disrespectful to his Daddies but... they had it coming. Treating him like some kind of parasite.

"Steve-" Nat tries but Steve gets up from his chair and shoves his plate away from him.

"I'm tired."

Silence follows him all the way back to his room.

 

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"Uh... that didn't go well."

"Thank you for that information, Tony," Nat replies dryly, her arms folded. "What are we gonna do to fix this?"

Clint frowns, eating Steve's waffles. "What d'you mean? There's nothing to fix. We all knew this was gonna be hard- the recovery. It's part of the process."

"But if we don't reason with him, then we could be doing more harm than good," Bruce responds. "I think he misses physical touch."

Tony clears his throat. "Physical touch, yes. Sexual advances, no. That's the last thing we wanna do with him. We don't wanna do anything that could trigger him."

"I mean, he's been super horny as of late though," Clint points out, "damn near tore my dick off riding it last time."

"He bit me while I was nursing him," Nat reveals, rubbing idly at her sore chest. "Could've sworn he was ovulating."

"Yeah, same here," Bruce attests, "he almost made Hulk come out."

Tony purses his lips thoughtfully. "Actually, the Hulk may be the only one that can tame the Steve-monster right now..."

The other Avengers stare at him like he's crazy. "Tony, serum or not, Hulk would break Steve in half."

"I was kidding... obviously," Tony shoots back, still looking sheepish. "Look, I'll go talk to him tonight. I think it's best if we just give him some space right now. Dr Vargas did say a side effect of his trauma could result in a hypersexual state."

They fall into silence. For once, Tony was right about something other than mechanics.

 

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Steve's never been a spoiled child.

He'd always been quite the boy scout when it came to being his mama's son. He tried his best to get good grades, helped her in the kitchen and never talked back, especially when his dad was around. The only thing Sarah Rogers could complain about was his constant habit of getting into fights and destroying his best clothes. But, she never caught wind of those stories because Bucky always cleaned him up and sent him home shiny and new.

Somewhere along the road though, he'd gotten used to the Princess treatment from his Daddies. And now that they weren't paying him any attention like they used to, he felt a swell of terrified rage coursing through him.

He knew this day would eventually come. They'd all get tired of him. Tired of his childish antics and his needy disposition. His tendency to push them until they gave in to his neediness. His selfishness often disguised as cute stubbornness.

"Stupid," he mutters, ripping up all the blankets that made his nest. He grabbed all the stuffed animals one by one and tossed them across the floor. All the pretty bows and fuzzy socks and cute sweaters they'd gotten him were trashed. He sways on his feet, rising from the ground where the nest used to be and shakes his head.

Dizziness temporarily puts him out and he has to take a deep breath before he blacks out.

"JARVIS?"

"Yes, Steven," JARVIS answers promptly.

"Connect me to SHIELD, please? On a secure line."

"Certainly Captain, shall I alert the others?"

"No!" Steve yelps, panicking. "Secure line JARVIS. Don't let my Daddies know."

"Of course," JARVIS replies, sounding a bit uncertain.

The line crackles before someone picks up.

"This is Hill."

Shit! Maria was bound to ask questions. She was close to the team, being Fury's right-hand man. She knew about most of their internal affairs.

He clears his throat and deepens his voice, "Rumlow."

Maria switches the line within seconds.

"What?" Rumlow yells into the void, the sound of shooting in the background.

"Hi daddy," Steve grins, eyes hooded and tongue growing heavy at the rough timber of Brock's voice.

"Baby?" Rumlow changes his tone in an instant, sounding gentler now.

"Got a mish for me?" Steve asks in the sweetest, least suspicious voice he could muster.

Brock's been in the deep shadows of a covert mission for the last two months. Steve knows he's got no idea about what had happened with Zemo which lessens the chances of Brock refusing his help.

"Uh... kinda in the middle of one sweetpea," Brock grunts, cursing as he dodges an explosive. Steve winces at the sound in his subdued state.

"I wanna come," Steve begs, a hint of seduction in his tone that Brock knows all too well.

"Wish you could but- fuckin' dam-!"

There's the sound of a huge explosion that slightly sharpens the blurred fringes of Steve's mind. He shakes his head for a second, trying to focus but the throbbing between his legs is becoming stronger with every minute he drops.

"D- Daddy?"

Shit.

He scrambles to his feet, about to grab his suit when the doors to his room fly open.

"Going somewhere?" Tony asks, brown eyes looking black under the shadows of his brows. His tone goes barely above a whisper, more like a growl.

Stubbornly, Steve stands his ground.

"D- Brock's in trouble..." he mutters, fighting a serious urge to pout and stomp his feet at Tony in defiance.

"Maybe he is. But not as much trouble as you're in right now."

Steve feels his insides melt at the authority in Tony's voice, knees going weak. He wants to drop right in front of his Daddy and suck him off. Show him how good he could be. Remind him of how good his mouth was.

"Rumlow's in Cartagena," Tony tells him bluntly, "you were never gonna make it in time to help him."

"He- he needs..." Steve mumbles, wringing his hands together as he's being chastised.

"I'll tell you what he doesn't need, Steve," Tony growls, "he doesn't need you distracting him when he's mid-combat."

"But-"

"He also doesn't need you throwing yourself into danger when you're about fifty seconds from dropping!"

"I'm fine," Steve maintains, despite the heat running up and down his spine. Arousal makes his skin heated, his little cock pulsing between his thighs. God, he wants to be taken so bad. Why was Tony still talking?

"You're not and don't even try to lie to me, kid," Tony snaps, "imagine what would've happened if you dropped in the middle of a war zone, surrounded by enemy fighters. What d'you think they would've done, Steve? Huh?"

Steve steps back slowly, lowering himself until he's seated on the foot of the bed. This sub-drop feels brutal, given the fact that he's touch-starved and overheated. His chest begins to rise and fall rapidly. His mind supplies images to Tony's words, sending him back to that time- that day with Zemo... and Bucky... no.

The Winter Soldier.

"What do you think they would've done to you?"

He whimpers, shaking his head in defeat. "Stop," he mumbles, "don't- don't have- to pretend anymore Da- Tony. Know you're tired a'me."

Tony blinks hard, thrown for a loop. He pauses his panicked and frustrated tirade, realizing that he may have been too aggressive with his baby boy.

"What're you talking about, sweetheart?"

Steve glares- or tries his best to glare, it just looks like an extreme version of puppy eyes- at Tony, his bottom lip trembling at the overly sweet term of endearment that he was once used to.

"Don't hafta' be mean," he mutters, "can just tell me to go."

Tony slowly approaches the blonde, kneeling carefully in front of him. He wishes Bucky were here. "Okay, baby? Look- I need you to look at me."

A gentle hand cups Steve's jaw and the dam breaks. He sobs and looks away, unable to meet Tony's eyes. "Just go away."

"No," Tony says patiently, but firmly. "No, I'm not gonna go away until you tell me what's got you so upset."

Steve swallows, sniffling and still refusing to catch Tony's eyes. "Everyone thinks I'm- I'm sick. Like I'm some monster-" he starts, before breaking down into tears again.

"Baby, no-"

"I see the way you look- the way you look at me, like I've g- like I'm diseased... like I'm too gross to even look at now. Or touch. That's why Bucky left. He doesn't wanna be around me-"

Zemo did say he'd ruin Steve for his Daddies. He'd ruin him for everyone else.

"That's not-" Tony tries again but Steve pulls away from him and scoots further up the bed, hugging his soft fleece blanket to his chest. It's the one he goes everywhere with.

Steve whines, holding in a devastating sob. "Bucky don't love me no more. You don't love me no more. Steve bad. Steve hurt Bucky. Now everyone hates Steve."

"I don't hate you, sweetheart."

They both turn to see Bucky enter the room, his eyes dark and purposeful. The others are behind him, looking different shades of devastated. JARVIS must have alerted them.

Steve gasps at the sight of Bucky. His Daddy looks better, less hollowed out shell of a man, more resilient and on a mission. His hair is neatly groomed and his face sports a healthy fuzz.

"I couldn't hate you," he repeats, lowering himself so that he isn't towering over Steve in an intimidating way. The blonde curls in on himself even more despite his cautious movements.

"I'm sorry..." Steve cries, burying his face in his hands. "Z- he was right. About every-thing. About me. Said m- my Daddies wouldn't w- want me any- more..."

Tony looks away, inadvertently catching Bruce's eye. The man looks devastated. They all do. God, how could they have been so stupid? Pushing away Steve like that? Of course he'd feel unwanted! Of course he'd think they hated him!

"Hey," Bucky says gently, ducking his head to meet Steve's eyes. "Stevie, baby, I need you to listen to me, okay? Please?"

Steve's hysterical, but he nods through the tears and the sniffles, wiping at his eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with you, y'hear me? I stayed away because... I thought you needed time and space from me. To heal. You deserved to do that without seeing me. Without being reminded of who- of how Zemo used me to hurt you."

Steve bites his finger, probably to keep from screaming or choking. "I needed you."

It's whispered so quietly that they almost miss it. But it's unmistakable. And they all feel some shade of guilt for failing their baby boy.

Bucky holds his resolve for them though, and reaches out his hand for Steve's. He gingerly accepts the hand Steve puts forward and holds it tightly.

"I know you did. And I'm so sorry we added to the hurt, sweetheart."

"We were trying not to re-traumatize you, baby," Tony sighs, "but instead we- ...we made you feel... alone and neglected."

Clint nods, a sad expression on his face. "It was stupid of us to leave you alone like that."

Steve shakes his head, eyes glistening at them. "Wasn't your fault."

"We should've known better, Stivena," Natasha counters, her Russian accent thick. She's usually the least affected of Steve's Daddies, so to see her so broken up makes Steve feel even worse.

"No, no, no..." he whimpers, holding his head in his hands, hair fisted tightly in his hair.

Thor gradually approaches, picking him up and holding him in his lap. Steve squirms, but the demigod is firm. His chest rumbles against Steve's temple as he speaks in a gentle voice.

"Hush now, darling. There have been some mistakes made here. Grave ones, but mistakes nonetheless. It is our responsibility to take care of you. There is no world where that is somehow not our duty. The mortal that hurt you- both of you, is a mastermind at manipulation. Perhaps this misunderstanding was meant to happen, to lead us to this point of healing, but, we will get nowhere if we cannot help you understand how much we really love you. And we ask your forgiveness."

Steve's eyes are blurry with tears but he remains curled up in Thor's huge arms, quietly listening to the wise words of his Asgardian daddy. Bucky is holding one of his hands, stroking his knuckles tenderly. His other Daddies join them on the bed, surrounding him.

A bright flush sets his face aglow, and he buries his face in Thor's massive chest, shy all of a sudden.

Tony smirks despite the unshed tears in his own eyes, huffing in amusement. "Sweet, shy boy."

Steve purrs at the praise, growing warmer and less rigid in Thor's arms.

"So good, baby," Bucky murmurs, petting Steve's hair gently, noting how brittle the strands felt, like it hadn't been washed and properly conditioned in weeks. God, he was so wrong to neglect his baby like this.

Steve blinks up at him, then crawls out of Thor's lap and into Bucky's, sobbing as his Daddy embraces him with a tight hug. Bucky rocks him back and forth for a few seconds, soothing him a little. He whispers little things in his ear, praising him for being such a good, forgiving boy. For allowing them to hold him and comfort him when it seemed like they didn't deserve the chance.

*

Bucky takes on the responsibility of bathing Steve, washing his hair and shaving him smooth. The team allows him to take care of Steve, an act of redemption for him, even if they didn't think he needed it. They understood the pain he'd been going through, and didn't think it necessary to punish himself any more than he had already.

There had been enough anguish amongst them, as Thor had pointed out.

Steve was not going to be healed if they were so overly consumed by their guilt.

"He needs us," the demigod said, "all of us."

Bucky takes his time drying Steve off with a warm and fluffy towel. He massages his baby soft skin with a leafy-melony smelling lotion, combs through his damp hair and follows the steps of Steve's skincare routine. The blonde blushed and purred softly the entire time, absolutely glowing at all the attention his Daddy was giving him so freely.

"You're still the most beautiful boy I've ever laid my eyes on, sweetheart," Bucky whispers as he rubs some strawberry chapstick on Steve's plush lips with a finger.

Steve makes an adorable gurgling sound in his throat and smiles, bashful. His eyelids are already droopy, tell-tale signs of his drop coming back with full force. Between the reassurance they'd given him earlier and Bucky's pampering, he was sure Steve was just about to go under, sitting naked on a towel, on the marble sink in their large bathroom. His breathing was slow and relaxed, body soft without a trace of a muscle pulled taut. Darkened blue eyes stare at Bucky, filled with a relief that Bucky is familiar with.

It's the same relief that had shone in his baby's eyes when he realized that they had followed each other into the twenty-first century and survived.

"Touch me, Daddy," Steve whines quietly, looking down with a frown as tears fill his eyes. "Don't wanna feel dirty anymore."

Overcome with a wave of overprotectiveness, Bucky pulls Steve into his chest firmly, trying to suppress the animalistic rage thrashing within him. This is what Zemo did, he thinks, wishing to God he could find the man and kill him again, despite already knowing that the entire team had already disposed of him.

"You're not dirty, baby," he whispers, choking back his own emotions. He needed to be strong for his baby boy.

"Feel him... on me..." Steve mutters, a shining teardrop catching on his long lashes.

Bucky wipes the tear away with his thumb and kisses Steve's soft lips. "Your Daddies and I love you so much. No maniac is gonna take that away from you. Look at me."

Steve blinks up at him.

"You're still our baby boy. And we're gonna show you how much we love you, okay? You ain't dirty, Stevie. You're my sweet boy. Hear me?"

The blonde seems to find the truth in Bucky's eyes, nodding a few times before he sniffles and whines, "yes Daddy."

Bucky pecks him on the lips before patting his rump lightly. "Ready, baby boy?"

Steve swallows quietly before chirping a quick, "mhm" at his Daddy. Bucky picks him up, securing his legs around his waist before walking them out of the bathroom.

*

Steve blushes hard, still a bit shy to be around his Daddies after everything. He'd been so rude to Clint and Natasha and Bruce, it hurt just to think about it. His lips quiver, like he's fighting hard to keep from pouting and absolutely bawling in tears from the shame and regret he feels.

Then a gentle hand pets his hair, sweeping the fallen strands from his eyes. It's Natasha, cooing at him sweetly, kissing him on the temple as if she senses his melancholy. She whispers something to him in Romanian, petting him some more before cradling him to her chest. She's naked, just like the rest of his Daddies, lying around the bed watching their baby, surrounding him with their presence.

"Go ahead, baby," she murmurs, lips brushing the top of his head. "Take what you need from mommy."

Steve doesn't need to be told twice. He hungrily latches on to her nipple, suckling like he was dying of thirst. He squeezes his eyes shut to prevent the tears from flowing but it's futile. He whines and snuffles, one hand kneading Natasha's breast as he nurses on it.

"You're so good, baby," Bucky praises, running his fingers along Steve's back, tracing the softened muscle definition under the supple skin. Steve blushes bright pink, all the way up his neck, behind the ear and along his shoulder blades. It's breathtaking to see, like a splash of sunset watercolors on the perfect canvas.

At the foot of the bed, Thor proceeds to spread Steve's legs apart, exposing his center. His tiny pink cock is hard and leaking, balls drawn up tightly. The demigod shoves his face between his boy's thighs and inhales his scent, rich and decadent, like maple syrup. His large hands push Steve's legs back, tongue immediately sliding over that pretty pink hole. Steve moans on Natasha's nipple, teeth scraping her accidentally as Thor spreads his pussy open.

"Mommy..." he sobs, as the redhead shushes him gently and brings him back to her breast.

"Daddy's just getting you open, baby," Bucky explains, raising Steve's right arm and kissing the soft, flawless skin there. Steve's extremely sensitive in his underarm regions.

"Don't be shy, cupcake," Clint rasps, sucking on Steve's breast. The blonde cries out again at the wet, suckling sensation on his nipple that goes straight to his little boy cock.

"God, look at this little thing," Tony remarks, flicking Steve's tiny cock with his finger. "Such a cute little clit."

He rubs his beard against it, giving it a few playful kisses before swallowing it whole. Steve wails and instantly cums from his Daddy's mouth, small cock twitching pathetically.

Natasha groans as the orgasm causes Steve to suck her harder. "So sensitive, kitten."

"Our baby is perfectly fine," Bruce murmurs, shoving his tongue down Natasha's throat. He grips her long hair, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss. Steve greedily interrupts them, wanting a kiss from his Daddy too. After days without much intimacy, the poor thing was desperate for their touch.

"How does it feel, sweetheart?" Bruce teases, "Does it feel good to have all your Daddies on you? Hm?"

Steve nods shakily, forehead glittering with beads of sweat. He blinked up at Bruce with big, wet eyes, whining as the man pulled him close.

"Hush, sweetheart. There's nothing to be sorry for," Bruce tells him, knowing how apologetic Steve was about his prior behaviour.

"Want you," Steve whimpers instead, pawing at Bruce's hung cock and licking his lips hungrily.

The scientist grins and strokes himself a couple times before kneeling closer to Steve's mouth. "Then take it, baby. It's all yours."

Steve happily closes his eyes and swallows his Daddy down to the pelvis, heavy balls brushing his chin. He exhales deeply, a sound of relief like he'd been wound tightly all day. Bruce gently brushes his hair away from his face, settling beside his precious head to allow Steve the luxury of comfort while he warmed his Daddy.

He knows Steve loved cockwarming his Daddies, as he'd been the one to discover the blonde's oral fixation during one of their psych sessions. Not surprisingly, he'd correlated the habit to a non-sexual need for Steve to soothe himself whenever his anxiety reared its ugly head. And after everything he'd been through, it wasn't surprising that the poor thing would immediately seek to fill his mouth and silence the noises and doubts running rampant in his head.

"So damn precious," Clint whispers, massaging the boy's tits. Steve's eyes are closed, lashes fluttering now and again from Thor's gentle assault on his sloppy hole.

"I've missed this," Thor openly admits, stroking his slicked cock and positioning it at that tight slit of puckered pink skin. He slowly pushes in, his movement firm yet purposeful. Steve moans around Bruce's thick cock but still doesn't open his eyes. His body starts to tremble and Bucky can immediately sense some tension. He strokes Steve's chest and kisses his cheek where the imprint of Bruce's length is prominent.

"It's okay, baby," he whispers, "your Daddies are all here. We're here and we're not leavin' you. Ever. You don't have to be scared anymore, baby doll."

Tony runs his hand soothingly down Steve's side, relishing in the prickle of goosebumps across the alabaster skin. "Your Daddy's right, sweetpea. No one's gonna hurt you, I promise."

"Relax," Thor rumbles, large hands pressing down on Steve's belly as he slides his cock in deeper. Natasha reaches down and presses just below his navel, smiling at the bump she feels there.

"Relax, kitten," she commands calmly, "Daddy's deep in your guts now. Exactly where he needs to be. Just take it. Take what your Daddy's giving to you, sweet boy."

Steve cries out around the cock in his mouth, his own little clit spurting wetness for the third time. The tears come fast, sliding down the corners of his eyes and into his hair. His hips jerk as Thor bottoms out inside him, godly shaft carving outa space in Steve that hadn't been touched in a long time.

He chokes on his sobs, "Da- uhmph..." as Bruce begins thrusting slowly into his mouth. The man's cockhead presses hard into the back of his throat, making him gag a few times. Drool drips down the corners of his lips, making his face and chin shiny and sloppy.

Bucky growls at the sight of his sweet baby boy being taken in both holes by his Daddies. His own cock ached to be inside his baby, but he reminds himself to be patient. This was about Steve being comforted by his Daddies. He needed all of them and Bucky would just have to wait for his turn.

Tony seems just as desperate, hazel eyes glistening at the beautiful scene before him. Steve's naked body is spread open, legs pushed wide apart to access his soft pink center. His breasts were already bruised with teeth marks from both Clint and Bucky, and his nipples were a darker shade of pink and were erect from the stimulation. His small boy cock was spent, drooling clear, useless slick from the tip and reddened from Tony's beard burn. His neck was stretched, mouth forced wide open by Bruce's fat cock. His face was a drooling, teary mess, blonde angel hair damp with sweat as he laid his head back on Natasha's stomach, propped between her naked legs.

Thor's grunts come closer together as he continues thrusting, quickening his pace as his baby tightens up his pussy even more.

"Aye!" Thor exclaims, pleasure coursing through his nerves. "I'm going to breed this precious cunt."

He hunches over and bodily pulls Steve to his chest, nearly folding the boy in half. Steve wails as Bruce's cock slips out of his mouth at Thor's rough handling. He wraps his arms around the demigod's neck, sobbing as he's split apart by that massive cock. He can feel himself approaching his climax again, his little cocklet twitching painfully.

"Daddy- daddy, please!"

"Take your Daddy's cum, sweetheart," Bucky whispers in his ear, petting him as the thunder God's dick abuses their baby's now gaping hole.

"It's okay, take it."

Steve whimpers and sobs through it all, losing his mind at the feel of Thor's mouth on his neck, biting over the mark Clint had left there.

Thor roars as his huge cock spurts a massive load into his sweet boy, making him cry even harder. Steve gasps and shudders, his little cock twitching uselessly between his thighs. He's cum so many times, that the orgasm feels like he's peeing instead of releasing another squirt of fluid. The mere thought of his Daddies fucking him until he wet himself was mind melting. He cries softly, mourning the loss of Thor's cock before another enters his gaping cunt.

"Fucking hell, baby," Clint hisses as his hard length is engulfed by the thick, wetness of Thor's release, spreading it around inside their boy with every erratic thrust he makes.

Steve's cry is muffled as Natasha positions herself over his face, rubbing her pussy against his lips.

"Come on, kitten. Lick mommy's pussy," she orders, running her fingers through his hair and pressing his face closer to her center. Steve obediently licks at her folds, the tip of his tongue tasting her hole. She moans out loud, riding his face harder when Bucky grabs her by the neck to smother her in indulgent kisses.

Clint fucks into his baby harder, deft fingers playing with Steve's little cock. It's soft and red from over-sensitivity, lying limp against his pelvis.

"Look at this little useless cock, hm? Not good for anything but squirting, huh baby?"

Steve whines in response and tries to spread his legs wider.

"God, I'm gonna fucking cum in your pussy, baby," the archer grunts, snapping his hips harder into Steve who just takes it like the good boy he is. Clint growls low in his throat before he leans over, gasping for breath as his cock releases a burst of cum into his boy's pussy. Steve moans weakly at the warm wetness filling him and then slipping out of his hole. Clint gently pulls put of his baby boy, eyes locked on the dripping white semen slipping out of the reddened, winking pussy hole and down onto the bed sheets.

"Fuck, baby!" Natasha cries out as she cums on Steve's face, spurting her release in her baby's mouth. Steve greedily laps at her pussy, suckling her for more. When she moves off of him, his lips are red and bruised, his mouth and jaw and neck glistening with slick and spit. His pretty blue eyes are alight with a feverish glow. He looks ethereal after having taken his Daddies cocks in his pussy and his mouth.

Thor, Clint and Natasha lie comfortably around the huge bed, wrapped up in each other as they watch the others take their turn on their sweet boy.

Tony helps Bruce to turn Steve's prone body onto his belly. The little minx quickly buries his face in Bucky's lap, arches his back and pushes his ass in the air, presenting for his Daddies.

"Jesus fucking hell, baby," Bruce growls, "you're so good."

"Knows how to do it right," Tony confers in a gravelly voice, eyes dark with arousal. "Like presenting yourself for us, hm? Like you're in heat."

Steve sobs and wiggles his ass impatiently. Bucky gently cups his jaw, stroking his lips with a thumb. "Breathe baby, it's okay. You'll get your Daddy's cock, just be patient."

Steve gives him a heated look, but his eyes seem blurry and unfocused. His mouth is slack, dampened strands of fine blonde hair falling into his eyes. Bucky knows his baby is gone. Lost in the calm of that subconscious space where he's allowed to let his mind and body go and give in to the immense pleasure and release his Daddies brought. Steve flourishes when he's like this, Bucky thinks, gently tapping his hard length on the boy's blushing cheeks. His cock leaves a pearlescent trail on his pretty boy's cheekbones and jaw, before he slips it into that waiting, obedient mouth.

"Mmfh," is Steve's expected response to being stuffed with a mouthful of cock. His sweet boy swallows around him and lets himself be gently guided by Bucky's metal hand to take his shaft deeper into his abused throat.

"Fucking pretty pussy," Tony hisses as he slides in his baby's hole, cock jerking at the surreal tightness of Steve's body. His rapid healing factor kept his pussy virginal and tight, perfect for taking his Daddy's cock. The mix of Thor and Clint's cum helps him to glide his own hard length up inside his baby. He reaches out and grabs two handfuls of Steve's meaty ass cheeks, spreading them wide open and smacking them to leave handprints all across the creamy skin. Steve wails around Bucky cock, cumming again.

"Look at how red and sensitive your little clit is, baby," Bruce tells Steve, voice husky from arousal. He fondles the soft flesh methodically, almost like he was doing a physical examination of his baby boy in his office. He fingers the small balls, jiggling them in his large, rough hands, as if trying to make the useless thing hard again.

"Poor baby," he murmurs, "all cummed out, hm?"

Steve sobs and chokes on Bucky's cock in response as Tony begins to fuck in and out of his little hole earnestly.

"Good boys deserve to have their little clits sucked on," Bruce praises, before getting his mouth on his baby. The flesh is soft and squishy in his mouth, trying desperately to get hard again, but it's useless. His chest rumbles in pleasure at the sweet, maple taste of his baby boy.

Steve whines- a pathetic little needy sound, jerking on Bucky's cock before the man gently brings him back on it.

"Aw baby," Bucky coos, petting Steve's head tenderly, "is it sensitive? Hm? Is Daddy Bruce making you cum when you can't anymore?"

The whine he gets in response is enough. Bucky imagines that his doll is hypersensitive by now, being stimulated by all of his Daddies on every part of his body. He knows that this is what Steve needed and it kills him to think that he'd almost let Steve slip through his fingers by not giving him this. Healing from Zemo was much easier for him because though he wasn't immune to the occasional bout of self-loathing, he wasn't as bad as Steve was. His baby boy could hate himself for a very very long time, completely blind to all reason because that was Steve. Always taking the fall. Always full of blame and burdened with a responsibility that he placed on himself.

That's why Bucky and the rest of his Daddies should've known that Steve needed the doubt and the self-loathing and the disgust fucked out of him.

"All you needed was your Daddies, hm baby?" he coos at his sweet boy, "just needed to get fucked until you stopped thinking. And overthinking."

Steve's cerulean eyes blink up at Bucky but the man can tell, no one's home. Steve's hearing the vibration of his Daddy's voice talking to him, asking him something. But it's all muffled and his eyes are blurry with tears. All he hears is his own sobs of pleasure as his Daddies take what they need from his body. He's just their pretty little boy again, safe, warm and protected. The thought of Zemo hurting him was far from his mind now, a distant memory. He felt loved again.

The catharsis zings in his ear and makes his body grow warmer. He cums- or has the slightest sensation of his little boy cock squirting weakly in one of his Daddy's mouths. Then he feels his pussy clench up around another cock as it spurts a hot, thick load deep inside him. He's sure it's dripping out of his cunt by the way a tongue is lapping at his heated skin. Then, he hears a low growl from behind him as one of his Daddies cums across his ass, semen hot against his soft skin, marking him.

His own cries sound distant to him, echoing around his head as his Daddy starts to fuck his face. The feeling is euphoric, being fucked open by all of his Daddies, and filled with their cum. Peaceful, numbing silence crashes over him as his throat is abused by his Daddy's fat cock.

"Fuck, princess, take my cock!" Bucky hisses, fucking his boy's mouth open and sloppy. The drunken, misty look in Steve's eyes drives him wild. It's trust, he realizes.

Steve trusts me.

The mere thought of his baby, so pure and so forgiving takes Bucky to the precipice, his cock throbbing as he cums.

"Swallow it," he snarls, balls slapping against Steve's chin. "Take all of it, baby. Drink your Daddy's cum."

Steve obediently swallows, eyes fluttering shut as he tastes his Daddy, thick and salty on his tongue. Tears stain his cheeks, clumping his long lashes and making his eyes sparkle as he blinks up at his daddy again. Steve's never looked more beautiful, drunk on cock and fucked out beyond consciousness. He sighs softly and goes lax, mouth still full of Bucky's softening cock. He suckles on it sleepily and Bucky can tell his baby boy is about to pass out.

"Sleep, sweetheart," he murmurs, as Tony and the rest of the team move silently and swiftly to clean up their boy. "Your Daddies are watching over you."

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