Thank you all for the interest that you have shown and the kind words I’ve received about my pictures! I try my best to show you all what is so lovely about being an AB, DL, DD or LG! Thanks again for 500 and stay padded you guys and if you have any questions for me feel free to ask!
The feeling of opening a new packet of diapers and pulling out the first one is always so exciting! what’s your all time favourite diaper? Feel free to comment below!
I’ve seen a few of these around now and they always make me smile! So I hope you all join me in what I think we should call the “diaper dance challenge”
The first half of this has been in my drafts for…I don’t even know how long. I’ve been editing it instead of adding to it, but the past two days at work were agonizing slow. So I just wrote the rest of it instead of, y’know. Working.
Which means the first half is definitely better than the second half, but I’m not known for my patience.
Anyways, I now present to you: 6.5k of A/B/O, first time/virgin!Steve, daddy kink
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“Daddy.”
The big hand skimming along his body paused at the protest. It rested against the middle of his back, a warm weight that Steve found infinite comfort in. After a few seconds of nothing but silence, Steve went back to his task.
He lay on his belly in front of the fire in his Daddy’s den, coloring in a picture book filled with drawings of space. It was his favorite coloring book, and thus almost completely colored in; he’d have to beg Daddy for another of its kind soon. There were other coloring books in his playroom, but none captured his attention the way the ones about astronomy had.
At the moment, Jupiter’s colors were giving him particular trouble, mostly because he kept getting distracted. As if on cue, the hand on his back began to move again. There wasn’t anything particularly salacious about the way Daddy touched him, only that it was Daddy doing the touching, and Steve was hyper-aware of every little thing he did. He craved his Daddy’s touch, his attention, more than he’d ever thought possible.
Thick fingers pressed into his ribs and Steve, ever ticklish, squirmed.
“Daddy,” he protested again, and this time, his Daddy laughed, low and warm.
That big hand urged him to turn over and because Steve always wanted to be good, he allowed it. Dropping the crayon in his fingers, he flopped onto his back, pouting up at his Daddy.
James Barnes was a dragon shifter and an Alpha, and Steve still wasn’t quite sure how he’d caught the attention of anyone so handsome. His Daddy was an Alpha out of a fairytale–tall and virile, broad-shouldered and thickly muscled, with a strong, stubbled jaw and bright eyes that could easily convey both warmth and a sternness that never failed to make Steve’s belly quiver. He was older, calm, with a strong scent and an effortlessly dominating presence.
Steve was his opposite in every way–young and submissive, his stature slight even for an Omega. A runt. It was what their kind called it when someone was born smaller and weaker than they should have been. It happened, though not often. Generally, shifters were a resilient breed; in every way, they were built stronger, faster, better. Except sometimes, a runt was born–someone who was more resilient than humans, but less so than other shifters. Susceptible to illness and injury in a way that others weren’t, and some unable to even shift.
Steve was such a runt; a Shifter that couldn’t shift. An Omega whose heat might never come. It had made finding a mate difficult. And yet somehow, he’d ended up here. Not only with an Alpha who wanted him–an Alpha that had sought him out and asked to court him, instead of the other way around–but with a Daddy. He hadn’t ever dared to hope that he would get the kind of relationship he craved; the fact that he now did was a source of endless wonder.
His Daddy smiled softly down at him, amusement glimmering in his eyes. Big hands snuck under the shirt he wore–his Daddy’s shirt–hiking it up high enough to reveal the panties he had on. He was being teased, explored, his Daddy touching him wherever he pleased.
“Da-ddy,” Steve whined, squirming futilely.
God, he loved this. Being able to give in to his instincts, wriggle and whine to his heart’s content, with Daddy there to take care of him. Already, his little cock was hardening in his panties, molten heat pooling in his belly just from Daddy’s attention. His hole was hot and growing slick, the scent of his want rising.
His squirming earned another soft laugh. Daddy slid down his body, pushing his shirt up higher to kiss his sternum.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured against Steve’s skin, sounding anything but. He moved lower, placing another kiss near his belly button. “Am I distracting you?”
“Yes,” Steve said, his pout deepening. “I’m trying to color, Daddy.”
Daddy hummed thoughtfully, his hands finding their way up to Steve’s biceps under the shirt. It was now pushed up against his throat, making it impossible for Steve to put his arms anywhere but over his head. His Daddy sat up just enough to look him in the eye.
“Are you?” He asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I see.”
He stared for another moment, and Steve had just enough time to register the dangerous tilt to his mouth, the mischief in his eyes, before his Daddy leaned down and blew a raspberry on his stomach.
Steve shrieked out a surprised laugh, instinctively trying to push him away, but he couldn’t. Daddy’s hands were still on his arms, keeping them in place easily. Steve squirmed underneath him, but his Daddy just dropped his weight onto his legs, effectively pinning him.
“Daddy,” he protested, this time through laughter as his Daddy blew against his stomach again. “Daddy, no–no, stop–”
Steve wasn’t really sure what happened after that. There were more raspberries, and some teasing touches that bordered on tickling bestowed to both his armpits and his sides. Somewhere along the way, his arms were released, and through his laughter, he simultaneously tried to push his Daddy back and claw his way out of the line of fire. It was useless, of course. His Daddy was so much bigger and stronger than him, it took almost no effort at all to keep Steve in place.
The pushing led to a playful little wrestling-slash-fight where Steve tried to get the upper hand and his Daddy let him for only a second before taking it back. Always reminding him who was in charge.
It might have lasted all night, if Steve hadn’t felt his Daddy’s hard cock.
The very moment it registered what was pressing against his thigh through his Daddy’s sweats, all the fight left Steve’s body. He went limp against the floor, an answering arousal flooding his veins. He panted for breath, a stupid smile tugging at his lips as he stared up at his Daddy.
Daddy smiled back, but there was a sharp, dark edge to it. His eyes were hooded, clouded with a hunger that had heat sparking in Steve’s belly.
“Ah, I see,” Daddy murmured. Slowly, deliberately, he rubbed his clothed cock against Steve’s bare thigh, the touch maddeningly light. “Is that all it takes to have your attention, baby boy? You just want to feel Daddy’s cock?”
Steve moaned softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” he breathed out. “Please.”
Daddy leaned down and bit at his jaw.
“You don’t want to color anymore, sweetheart?” He asked, the teasing lilt in his voice saying he already knew the answer.
Steve shook his head vigorously.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good.” A kiss was placed on the very spot he’d been bitten, and then his Daddy moved, first biting and then kissing a similar spot on the other side of his jaw. “I wouldn’t have let you anyways.”
He moved down to Steve’s throat, nibbling kisses into his sensitive skin. Steve whined, his legs falling open as warm fingers traced his thighs. His wet little hole throbbed with the need to be touched. God, but he wanted his Daddy to touch him. Mounthim.
Just the thought had shivers racing down his spine. He moaned helplessly, clawing at his Daddy’s clothed back to bring him closer. But his Daddy was an immovable force. He stayed propped up on his elbows, holding his weight rather than pressing down the way Steve wanted.
Slowly, he leaned back until their eyes met again. Big, calloused fingers traced the lines of Steve’s face.
“Do you remember what you asked me for, baby boy?” Daddy asked gently. “What did you tell Daddy that you wanted?”
Heat flooded Steve’s insides.
He’d asked his Daddy for the very thing his body now craved. He’d asked to be mated.
His pack had raised him in what was now considered to be an archaic manner, but which they had called “traditional.” For an Omega, that meant being kept chaste and untouched until the time of his mating. It was the only thing he had to offer his future mate, they’d once told him. He was a runt, unable to shift, and as of yet, an Omega without a heat. The very least he could offer his mate was his every first.
By the time James Barnes had requested permission to court him, however, his pack was ready to be rid of him. They’d practically given him away. But Steve’s Daddy was an honorable Alpha. Their courtship may not have been conventional, but they’d still had one. And like the honorable man he was, his Daddy had limited their contact. Moments like this were as far as it had ever gone, and those had only begun recently.
Steve loved him for it, but now, he wanted more.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, his mouth suddenly dry.
“Do you still want it?”
Steve whined, wriggling underneath him.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said again, but it sounded more like he was begging. And then he did beg. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” His Daddy leaned down to kiss his cheek. “We don’t have to do it all at once. We can go slow, work up to it. There are so many things I can show you, baby boy. So many ways to find pleasure beyond just that.”
“I want it, Daddy,” Steve said, and then, a wave of insecurity overtook him. He blinked up at the man he already knew he loved, and in a small, hesitant voice, asked a question he feared the answer to. “Do…do you not want it?”
His Daddy’s nostrils flared, his mouth thinning as though he’d scented something that he didn’t like. He took Steve’s lips in a fierce kiss as he dropped his weight between Steve’s spread legs, rubbing their hard cocks together. Steve gasped, a desperate little whine building in his throat as the tension drained from his body.
“I want it, too, sweetheart,” Daddy said, his voice so low it sounded like a growl. “I want you. I’ve wanted to mount you since the first time I saw you, and every moment after. Your body begs for me every time I’m near you. I can smell it in your scent, how much you crave to be mounted. You bare your throat so easily for me and every time you do, I have to fight not to take you.”
“Take me,” Steve begged, and with a groan, his Daddy pressed harder into his body.
“I need you to be sure,” his Daddy continued, nuzzling against his throat, right where his mating mark would go. “You have to be sure it’s what you want, my sweet boy, because when I take you, I will knot you. I’ll stake my claim, leave my mark on your body and take you as my mate, the way I’ve wanted since we met. And once I do that, I won’t abide another’s hands on your body. You’ll be mine, do you understand?”
Steve could have cried with how much he wanted it. How much he ached to be owned–to belong to his Daddy.
“Please,” he whispered, mouthing helplessly at his Daddy’s jaw. “Please, Daddy. Please.”
Their lips met in a ravenous kiss that Steve submitted to instantly. Daddy kissed him like he wanted to devour Steve just as much as Steve wanted to be devoured. When they finally pulled apart, their moist breaths mingled as they panted, slack lips brushing together again and again.
“Listen to me,” Daddy murmured. Steve nodded obediently, trembling as fingers brushed through his hair. “I want you to put your crayons and coloring book away like a good little boy. When you’re done, come to Daddy’s room and crawl in my bed to wait for me. You aren’t allowed to touch yourself, do you understand? Your pleasure belongs to me now, baby. You aren’t allowed to play without my permission.”
Steve shuddered, his cock aching at the easy way his Daddy declared ownership over him. The tip of it was already so wet, pulsing eagerly. God, but he wanted Daddy to own him.
“Yes, Daddy,” he answered breathlessly.
With a final, searing kiss, Daddy pushed off him and stood. He stared down at Steve for a long moment, his hooded gaze taking in every inch of the body he’d just declared as his own. Steve could only imagine how he must look, flushed and panting, his legs still open and shirt still rucked up too high, showing off the lace panties clinging to his small, achingly hard cock. However ridiculous and exposed he felt, it was obvious Daddy liked what he saw.
Daddy took hold of himself through his sweats, stroking himself slowly a single time.
“Be a good boy,” he said, and then turned on his heel and left.
It took several seconds for Steve to get his body to move. After that, it was a mad dash to clean up his mess as ordered. He wanted it done quickly, but he still made sure that he did it correctly; he didn’t want Daddy upset with him. Once the cleaning was done, he made his way to Daddy’s room.
He’d never been allowed in Daddy’s room before. It had been just one of the many boundaries set in place during their courtship. Walking into it now, he felt very much like a naughty boy breaking a rule, even though he’d been ordered to go there. Daddy’s bedroom was a large, but cozy space decorated in warm tones. The bed itself was huge, its dark headboard matching both the dresser and bedside tables. It faced a large, stone fireplace on the opposite wall, which already had a fire going in it. A reading chair sat in a corner, and beside it, yet another table stacked with books.
On the other side of the room, there was another door; it was open, and the light was on. It was from there that his Daddy’s voice floated to him.
“I don’t hear you getting in bed,” he called, playful but still warning.
With a squeak, Steve shut the door behind him and ran to jump on the big bed. He laughed breathlessly as he bounced on the soft mattress, anticipation making him almost giddy. His Daddy appeared a moment later, holding a box in one hand as he turned out the light on his way out with the other. One eyebrow was raised as if he knew what Steve had done.
Steve’s laughter died in his throat, his body instantly heating. Daddy wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore; he wore only his sleep pants, slung so low on his hips that a dark thatch of hair peeked out from the top of the waistband. Steve wasn’t sure what was more distracting: the hairy, muscular chest on display for him now, or the hard cock tenting those pants.
He whined softly as his Daddy approached, going up on his knees to meet him at the mattress’s edge. Daddy placed the box in his hand on the bed and then gathered Steve against his chest.
“Did you pick up your things like you were told?”
Steve nodded quickly, shivering his delight as his fingers played in his Daddy’s chest hair.
“Yes, Daddy.”
A hand twisted in Steve’s shirt, hiking it up above his hips. Calloused fingertips toyed with the edge of his panties, teasing Steve with light touches that had his body yearning for more.
“And did you put them away neatly, baby,” Daddy asked, “or is Daddy going to have to punish you when I go look and it’s a mess?”
This time, Steve shook his head. He leaned forward to mouth sweetly at his Daddy’s strong, stubbled jaw.
“I was neat, Daddy,” he promised. “I wasn’t messy.”
Daddy smiled as he turned his head to capture Steve’s lips in a long, slow kiss. He tightened his hold, his strong arms squeezing Steve to his broad chest, and Steve felt so safe and so wanted in that moment that he wanted to cry.
“I have something for you,” Daddy whispered against his lips, nodding toward the box. He stole another kiss. “Scoot up the bed, baby boy. Want you to open it in Daddy’s lap.”
He put a knee on the mattress, ready to crawl after his boy as soon as Steve obeyed his orders. Steve didn’t move; instead, he pressed his hands against his Daddy’s warm chest, pushing him back. Daddy paused, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No clothes on the bed, Daddy,” Steve begged, unable to stop his hungry gaze from dropping to the prominent bulge in his Daddy’s pants.
He wanted so badly to see it, to be able to touch and taste. He wanted Daddy to let him play until he’d memorized every inch. He’d dreamed of little else for weeks now.
Daddy laughed softly.
“Oh?” He asked. “Is that a rule now, baby?”
Steve nodded quickly, his cheeks heating from the teasing. Daddy hummed thoughtfully.
“If that’s true,” he said, “then you aren’t being a very good boy right now.”
He reached up, tugging at the collar of Steve’s shirt. Steve blinked down at himself in surprise, his blush only deepening as he realized his Daddy was right; he was wearing clothes still.
“Oh,” he said, deflating a little. “I forgot.”
Big, warm hands cupped his cheeks, fingers curling around his neck. Daddy kissed his nose and then, with another soft laugh, he placed a chaste kiss on Steve’s lips.
“This is why Daddy makes the rules,” he murmured gently. “Little boys who try to make up rules to get their way aren’t paying attention like they should. They get ahead of themselves and then before you know it, they’ve been bad. Do you want to be bad, sweetheart?”
Steve shook his head immediately.
“No, Daddy.”
Daddy smiled warmly at him. It was a smile that Steve felt all the way in his toes. His little cock pulsed at having directed it toward him.
“Good,” Daddy said, and tapped his nose playfully. “Because bad little boys aren’t allowed in Daddy’s bed and they definitely aren’t allowed to play with Daddy’s cock. We’re going to let Daddy make the rules now, aren’t we, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Steve replied. In a softer voice, he added, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Daddy shushed him, bestowing another kiss to his lips.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Daddy’s not mad. But from now on, I want you to ask for what you want instead of trying to make rules, okay? I might not always give you what you ask for, not right away, but I still want to know.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Another of those sweet, warm smiles graced his Daddy’s lips.
“Good boy. Now tell Daddy what you want.”
Steve let out a shuddering breath, his gaze dropping to his Daddy’s clothed cock once again.
“I want–I want to see it, Daddy,” he whispered. His fingers played in his Daddy’s chest hair, a blush heating his cheeks. “I want to…to touch it. Play with it.”
Daddy groaned softly, leaning closer. Their lips brushed and Steve’s breath quickened. The kiss they shared then was different from all the ones that came before it. Slow and purposeful, a kiss of intent and of filthy, delicious promises that fizzled Steve’s insides.
“Daddy,” he whispered dreamily, when their lips finally parted.
“My baby boy,” Daddy answered, his big hand cupping the back of Steve’s head. A lighter, softer kiss followed. “Precious boy. You’re so much more than I ever dreamt, sweetheart. So perfect for me in ways I couldn’t even anticipate. My sweet treasure.”
Daddy kissed him again lightly.
“Scoot now,” he said. “If you’re a good little boy, Daddy will let you play later.”
Steve shuddered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He made his way up the bed, his breath coming quicker when he felt Daddy follow. This was their first time in bed together. Daddy wouldn’t allow anything of the sort during their courtship, knowing the tease would be too much for them both. But now here they were. Their courtship was at its end, and Steve was in Daddy’s bed for the first time.
He couldn’t help but think himself silly for how monumental the moment felt. They weren’t even touching yet, but his insides quivered, his heart galloping in his chest. They were in bed together.
He thought Daddy wouldn’t care all the way up until the moment Steve was dragged into his lap. Calloused fingers found their way under his shirt, rubbing against his belly in the most delicious way as hot kisses were pressed to Steve’s neck. Underneath him, Daddy’s cock rose between his thighs, pushing right up against his sac. He couldn’t have anticipated how good that felt. With a hungry little whine, he went limp in his Daddy’s arms.
“Your first time in Daddy’s bed, baby boy,” Daddy whispered in his ear.
Teeth scraped the nape of Steve’s neck, right where the mating mark would go.
“I’ve dreamt of this,” he said. “Every night, I tucked you into your bed, and then came back in here and fucked my fist to the thoughts of this moment. You in my bed, completely at my mercy. Your sweet scent begging me to fuck you. You made Daddy come so hard, baby boy, every fucking night. Just the thought of you. But tonight, I don’t have to be satisfied with just those thoughts. Tonight, Daddy is going to knot your little hole right here in my bed, and you’ll be lucky if I ever let you out of it again.”
Steve shuddered. A life spent as Daddy’s sex slave would be a life well spent, in his opinion.
He thought about begging Daddy for it–begging to be tied to his bed, used for Daddy’s pleasure again and again and again–but before he could gather his wits enough to form the words, a weight settled on his lap. He blinked hazily, looking down to see a large wooden box, intricately carved. The box Daddy had brought to bed with him.
“Open it,” Daddy ordered gently, and Steve obeyed.
His breath caught. Inside the box, laying among soft, indigo velvet were three items. The first was a collar made of black leather, decorated end-to-end with blue diamonds, except the middle, where there was a large, oval sapphire. Below the collar, there was a silver cock cage, the spiral of it encrusted with diamonds smaller than Steve thought possible. Beside the cage was a pale blue plug, the end of it set with a pretty blue stone shaped to look like a flower.
“Dragons live a very long time,” Daddy said, petting his hair. “And they spend their lives hoarding what they can. I have gold, silver, jewels, precious stones the likes of which many can’t even dream. And I’ll spend the rest of our lives dressing you in them, because none of them are as even half as valuable as you.”
Steve’s face flamed. He shook his head, an instinctive denial on his lips. Daddy was lying; he had to be. Steve wasn’t even as valuable as the items in his lap, much less the rest of his Daddy’s hoard.
Before he could give voice to those thoughts, a finger settled over his mouth, quieting him.
“It’s true,” Daddy said. He picked the collar up from its velvet home, and guided it to Steve’s neck. “I’d trade everything I have for just one moment with you. You’re the great treasure I’ll ever have, my beautiful little mate. I already know it, and I’ll make sure you know it, too.”
Steve shuddered as the collar was fastened to him. He’d dreamt of this for years. He’d dreamt of it for so long that when they first started, he didn’t have the vocabulary to express what he wanted. He hadn’t any idea what a Daddy was, or a boy, only knew that he wanted to be cared for and owned this way. He’d never imagined that it would be his reality, though.
When the collar was on, Daddy kissed just below it on Steve’s nape, where the mating bite would go.
“You’ll wear my jewels while I mount you,” he said. “After I’ve satisfied us both, I’ll slip this plug into you and keep my come in you all night. And then tomorrow, I’ll start training your pretty little cock with this cage. From now on, you won’t know pleasure unless it comes from me.”
Daddy’s lips brush his ear, and his voice drops low, as if imparting a secret.
“You’re mine now, pup.”
The room was thick with his Daddy’s pheromones, and with each lungful, the heat in Steve’s belly spread. Those pheromones told him of his Daddy’s need as surely as the thick cock between his legs did. They wanted him to submit, and his own body craved to obey. His little cock pulsed and his untouched hole ached with emptiness, the scent of his need filling the space between them.
Daddy groaned, scraping his teeth across the nape of Steve’s neck.
“Do you want it, baby?” Daddy asked. “Are you ready to be mine?”
Steve whined, his body arching under the onslaught of new sensations that he didn’t know how to handle. His little ass rubbed against Daddy’s cock, and he thought he might come just from that.
“Yes,” he begged. “Yes, Daddy, please.”
Daddy closed the box and set it on the closest bedside table. He took the hem of Steve’s shirt in his hand and began pulling it up.
“Let’s get your clothes off, then, sweetheart.”
“You, too, Daddy?” He asked, craning his neck to meet Daddy’s gaze.
Daddy smiled warmly.
“Daddy, too. I promise.”
With sweet touches and even sweeter kisses, Daddy divested them both of their clothing. Steve didn’t even notice his progress, really, until they were laying in bed, trading slow kisses, and he felt his cock brush against Daddy’s. His hips jerked forward artlessly, rubbing his precum into Daddy’s heated skin as he whined plaintively. His whole body trembled, overwhelmed with sensation.
He’d never known anything like this. His skin yearned for Daddy’s touch, his groin filled with heat, but he felt neediest at the tip of his little cock and at the center of him, where his hole was wet and aching. If Daddy didn’t touch it soon, he’d start crying, he was sure of it.
Steve pulled away from Daddy’s kisses, looking down between them. His vision blurred, breath coming out in little pants. Daddy was hard, his cock long and fat, the scent of his arousal making Steve’s mouth water. His hips jerked again, another little whimper in his throat as he rubbed himself helplessly against Daddy.
God, but Daddy was so big. There was no reason for that fact to bring him such pleasure, to make him feel weak with it, but it did. The truth of their size difference had never been more apparent than in that moment, with his short, stunted little cock pressed up against his Daddy’s beefy body, Daddy’s meaty cock beside it.
Steve thrust again, shuddering at the scratch of the hair on Daddy’s body against his sensitive cock. It felt–it felt–
Daddy’s big hand slid down his back, cupping his ass and hiking Steve’s leg over his hip, pushing their bodies closer. He started to move slowly, gently, rolling their hips together in a rhythm that had Steve losing his breath. This is what he craved; Daddy taking control of his body, his pleasure. It was so much better than his own inexperienced fumbling. Their skin slid together, Daddy’s chest hair teasing his nipples, his hands holding on so tightly there would surely be bruises later.
Daddy leaned down, taking another kiss, and Steve cried into his mouth.
“Daddy,” he begged. He was so overwhelmed, he sounded close to tears even to his own ears. “Daddy.”
He moved again, trying to match Daddy’s rhythm, but not quite managing it. He was too quick, too eager. Even still, the added friction had his thighs trembling.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Daddy whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. “I can smell it, how close you are.”
Thick fingers slid between Steve’s cheeks, teasing along his crack.
“Go on, baby. Show Daddy how much of a boy you are.”
Daddy touched his wet hole, rubbing against it. The pleasure that crackled through his body was the last of what he could take. His breath hitched on an overwhelmed sob and he spurted between them, hips jerking with each wave that crashed over him.
Daddy didn’t stop kissing him, nor did he stop the movement of his hips until Steve was limp in his arms and whining from the overstimulation. He tingled all over with the aftershocks of pleasure, tremors wracking his body. He clung to Daddy, burying his face in Daddy’s neck as he sniffled. He hadn’t ever felt anything like this before, a pleasure so great that he wanted to cry afterward.
“My baby boy,” Daddy murmured, rubbing his back soothingly.
His other hand was still on Steve’s ass, his fingers still rubbing idly against Steve’s hole. Even though he’d come, his hole still ached, and the touch soothed as much as anything else.
Daddy pressed a kiss into his hair.
“Do you want to stop, sweetheart? We don’t have to do more tonight, if you don’t want to.”
Steve shook his head quickly, tightening his hold. It didn’t matter that he’d come. Daddy was still so hard, his hot flesh pressed into Steve’s belly, and Steve craved more. Craved Daddy inside him, Daddy’s teeth biting into his flesh, marking him forever.
Daddy’s knot.
He whimpered, his little hole throbbing at the thought. God, but he wanted it. Neededit.
He nuzzled into Daddy’s neck.
“More,” he whispered. “Please, Daddy.”
Daddy’s chest rumbled, and then Steve was coaxed onto his back.
“Be still, baby boy,” Daddy ordered, and then slid down the bed.
As Steve watched through hazy eyes, Daddy leaned over him and delicately licked up the come clinging to his skin. When his belly and groin were clean, Daddy moved his attention to the softening cock still dirty with it. Steve gasped softly at the first brush of Daddy’s tongue on his sensitive flesh, and at the second, he cried out.
It was a strange, overwhelming sensation–one that was both pleasure and pain. Steve didn’t know how to cope with it, but some part of him also didn’t want it to stop.
Another lick, and another ragged noise. Daddy paused and looked at him, his gaze dark and hungry.
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” He asked, warm breath ghosting over Steve’s sensitive little cock.
He shook his head fast, whining.
“No, Daddy. Please, please.”
It was too much, too overwhelming, but some part of him craved it. Daddy’s gaze grew impossibly darker, and without looking away from Steve, his tongue darted out, swirling over the pink tip of Steve’s cock. Steve’s face crumpled, whining again as his hips jerked helplessly.
“Daddy.”
Daddy rumbled again, a sound between a groan and a growl. He took Steve’s cock into his mouth, sucking on it insistently once, twice, before letting it fall out again. He kissed the length of it–hot, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue sneaking out to brush against it again and again. Steve clawed at his shoulders, broken noises falling from his lips.
“You’re so perfect,” Daddy breathed out. “I knew you would be. My sweet little treasure. God, how I’ve wanted you.”
He kissed and kissed, took Steve into his mouth for minutes of agonizing pleasure, before pulling off to kiss him again. By the time he moved lower, Steve was hard again, and drowning.
Daddy’s mouth was on his soft sack, and then he nosed under it, kissing and licking. He grumbled, and then pulled away.
“Turn over for me, pup.”
Steve wasn’t sure how he managed it, but suddenly, he was on his belly. Knees tucked under him, ass in the air, the cool air wafting over his wet little hole. He didn’t even have time to register it, or to feel exposed, before he felt Daddy’s mouth was back on him. On his hole.
Steve cried out, the sound ragged and hoarse. His body jerked, but he didn’t know where to go, had nowhere to go. Daddy’s big hands were on his ass, holding him open. His tongue speared inside. The first time his hole was breached, and it was Daddy’s tongue. Daddy’s tongue, now fucking his hole in a quick, confident rhythm.
“Daddy–Daddy, please–Daddy–”
Teeth scraping over his hole, Daddy pulled back with a groan.
“My boy,” he rumbled. He kissed Steve’s hole again, deep and dirty. “God, the things I want to do to you. The ways I want to make you scream.”
He groaned, scraping his teeth over Steve’s flesh again. Then he was back at Steve’s hole, his tongue pushing in, but this time–this time, it was different. Daddy’s tongue was in him, but it was more than before. Part of it was firmer, longer, went deeper.
Daddy’s finger had joined his tongue. Steve shuddered, letting his knees slide further apart, opening himself wider to his Daddy’s ministrations. A fog had spread in his mind, even as heat spread under his skin, through his groin and down his thighs. It made it hard to keep track of what was happening, all he could do was lay there and feel. The hot puff of his Daddy’s breath over moist skin, the scrape of his beard on Steve’s ass cheeks, Daddy’s tongue licking his rim as thick fingers stretched him more and more and more.
It was too much sensation, and not enough. And then suddenly, everything went away; no more tongue, no more thick fingers. Steve cried out, empty and hating it, his hole aching from it. Daddy rumbled again, a sound to soothe, and then Steve felt it–the wet, silken head of Daddy’s cock against his hole. His breath caught. His body trembled.
Another deep rumble, a big hand holding him open. Daddy idly rubbed himself against Steve’s hole. He pressed firmly in and then slipped out, kissing Steve’s hole with his cock again and again, letting it press a little deeper each time.
When his cockhead pushed all the way in, Steve moaned.
“Daddy,” he whispered dreamily.
The head slipped out of him again, but before Steve could miss it, Daddy pushed back into him.
“My boy,” he murmured.
And then Daddy was pushing into him properly, inch by slow, agonizing inch. Steve knew how big Daddy was, had seen it for himself, but feeling it inside him was—there just weren’t words. Daddy stretched him wide, made him ache in the most delicious, overwhelming way. He went deeper than his fingers, so deep that Steve felt reshaped, remade by this new connection.
By the time Daddy stilled within him, his hips flush against Steve’s ass, there was no thought. Only a boy made of sensations. Steve’s breath came in heavy, uneven pants, his little cock throbbing where it hung between his thighs. His little hole ached. Tears clung to his lashes, but they weren’t tears of pain. There was just too much feeling inside him to hold in any longer. He felt so good, so perfect.
“Daddy,” he breathed out, and his voice was soft, sweet, endlessly needy.
“Is it too much, pup?” Daddy asked, his voice soft and cajoling. “Does Daddy need to stop?”
Steve cried out at the thought, reaching back to weakly claw at Daddy’s thigh.
No, no, no.
Daddy couldn’t stop, he couldn’t. If he did, Steve would–he’d–
Shrivel up and die.
It was a melodramatic thought, but it didn’t feel that way. Daddy couldn’t give him this perfect moment, this perfect feeling, and then leave him. Leave him aching and wet and empty, without a knot or the fresh pain of a mating bite. Without Daddy’s come inside him, marking him from the inside out.
Daddy made a comforting noise, almost like a purr, his big hands smoothing over Steve’s back, his hips and ass. He pulled out slowly, just an inch, before pushing deep again. Again and again, at glacial pace.
Steve settled.
Comfort, that’s what Daddy was giving him. Comfort, and pleasure so great that it blotted out every single other thing in the world.
“Hush,” Daddy murmured. “Daddy’s not stopping, baby. Not unless you tell me to.”
He took Steve by the hips, shifting seamlessly into long, deep thrusts. His pace was still slow, but there was power behind his movements now. Each time he bottomed out, Steve moaned.
“Wish you could see it, baby,” Daddy said softly. “How pretty you look on Daddy’s cock. Your little hole stretched so wide, so fuckin’ wet for me. God, baby.”
He grunted, his next thrust a little more forceful.
“Such a beautiful little runt. My perfect boy.”
Steve whined helplessly.
He was a boy in truth at that moment. A boy, strung out and helpless on his Daddy’s cock–and God, wasn’t that a perfect thought. His own little cock pulsed, smearing precum on his thighs.
“Daddy,” he said again, whining because he needed to. Because the way he felt in this moment was too much, too big.
Daddy shifted, stretching out over Steve, their legs tangled together. His weight settled a little more on Steve, pressing him into the bed. Steve moaned.
It was better like this, somehow. Even though “better” seemed impossible only moments ago. Like this, with Daddy’s weight on him, he felt both dominated and protected. Daddy’s soft grunts in his ear, the roll of his hips, each panting breath. Like this, Steve knew his Daddy’s pleasure as surely as he knew his own.
“Tell me how it feels, pup. How does it feel to have Daddy mounting you?”
Steve whined, helpless little noises forced out of him by each deep thrust.
“B-big,” he breathed out shakily. Daddy’s cock, his feelings, the pleasure. It was all so– “Big, Daddy. It’s so–it’s so big, please–please–”
Daddy’s pace changed, quickened. Steve cried out, gripping the bed like he was trying to hold on to reality itself. In a way, he was; he felt mere moments from slipping away completely. Daddy took him by the neck, his big hand pressing Steve’s collar into his skin, and then everything did slip away.
He knew nothing but that dominant hold, the pleasure sparking in his belly and the hot ache of his hole as Daddy took it, took him. He was made for pleasure and made of pleasure, and he was perfect. It was perfect.
It could have lasted minutes, hours, an eternity. Steve didn’t know and he didn’t care. All that mattered is that it didn’t end; that Daddy mounted him and kept mounting him. But then Daddy’s hand left his neck. His fingers slipped through Steve’s sweat-dampened hair instead, petting him.
“Last chance, pup,” he murmured breathlessly. “Tell me you don’t want my knot or my mark. Tell me, or you’re mine.”
Steve whined, twisting to bare his throat, exposing the part of him that would bear his Daddy’s mark.
“Pl’se,” he slurred. “Please, Daddy.”
“My boy,” Daddy growled. “Mine. Mine.”
Steve was smothered by his full weight moments before he felt it: Daddy’s teeth on his neck. Steve cried out as he bit down, pain and pleasure mixing together once more. Daddy groaned deeply, rutting until his knot swelled. As soon as it did, Steve spurted against the mattress, sobbing out his orgasm.
Daddy’s grip on him was too tight, both his hands and teeth, but Steve couldn’t even think of wanting him to let go. He needed it too tight.
Finally, after long minutes of just existing in pleasure, Daddy’s bite loosened. He gently licked at the wound he’d left behind. It would heal soon, and once it did, their bond would be forever.
“My boy,” Daddy rumbled again, his scent exuding nothing but pleased, sated Alpha. He licked the the mark again. “My treasure. My mate.”
Steve shuddered, another pulse of pleasure crackling in his veins.
“Yours,” he whispered back, high on that knowledge. “Yours, Daddy.”
Again, I don’t really have a prompt that inspired this / goes with it, but I wrote it like a week and a half ago and it’s just been sitting in my files ever since
So idk, enjoy some random porn~
The scenario is this:
Steve is lounging in bed after some quality time spent on Daddy’s cock. Maybe Bucky went to take a shower after bathing his boy, or maybe he’s cleaning up their mess from playtime. Doesn’t matter, either way, Steve was left alone–maybe because Bucky thought he’d fallen asleep–and now Bucky is coming to join him again.
He thinks he’ll crawl in bed with his baby, hold him for a while, maybe nap with him. But when he walks into the room, he realizes none of that will happen. Because his boy is awake, and showing Daddy that he needs more attention.
Steve is on his back, sucking on a lollipop. Candy is probably part of his aftercare–something sweet for Daddy’s sweet boy–and when Steve falls asleep before he can have his treat, Daddy always leaves it for him on the nightstand. Today’s treat is that lollipop and Steve is suckling on it slowly, ever a boy in need of something in his mouth.
But that’s not what has Bucky’s attention. Because while his boy from the waist up is beautifully innocent, it’s the opposite from the waist down. His shirt–Daddy’s shirt, which he was put in after his bath–is rucked up high on his waist, and his legs are butterflied open, bringing attention to the limp little cock nestled there.
It never ceases to amaze Bucky, how Steve can embody such innocence and debauchery all at once. But somehow, his boy manages it, and the results are absolutely bewitching.
He thought he was satisfied for the moment; his need to play sated by their earlier activities. But seeing his boy like this, the hunger that gnaws at his insides makes him feel like he hasn’t touched Steve in days.
Blue eyes are on him as soon as he’s in the room, but his boy doesn’t say a word. Just suckles his lollipop and watches silently as Bucky approaches the bed. He sits down on the edge of the mattress, beside Steve’s reclining form.
Steve’s expression is placid, but at his Daddy’s smile, he makes a soft little noise and suckles on his lollipop harder. His exposed cock twitches. That’s all it ever takes; just Daddy’s attention and that gorgeous little cock will harden.
Slowly, so his boy will know what he’s doing, Bucky takes the lollipop from him. He replaces it with his thumb immediately, so Steve doesn’t even have time to whine at having his mouth emptied. With a soft, satisfied little noise, his boy takes his thumb and suckles on that instead. His eyes grow softer, hazier. He needs something in his mouth, but nothing brings him more satisfaction than sucking on his Daddy.
If Bucky let him nurse in this moment, his boy would be lost completely. The thought is there, and part of him wants to do it. But no, not now. His baby boy is asking him for something, and Bucky will give it to him.
There’s a glass bowl on their bedside table, put there for exactly this reason. Bucky lays the lollipop in it for his boy to enjoy later. Finally, when he looks back at Steve, he breaks the silence.
“Hi, baby.”
He reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind a delicate ear. Steve’s eyelashes flutter at the touch, giving another soft little noise. Bucky doesn’t take his thumb away to make him answer, and so his boy doesn’t.
There are…flavors to Steve’s submission. It is total, yes–Steve is not a boy who knows how to be a brat. He craves to be mastered too much for it. In a dominant presence, he is perfectly sweet and malleable. But his submission is not always the same.
There are moods. Variants.
Bucky has discovered each one, cataloged them to know and understand what his boy needs and when. Each variation is addicting in its own way, and Bucky thinks that’s probably because he finds Steve addicting as a whole.
This mood–this variation–is a special one. It’s one of the variations where his boy is at his most docile, and one of the variations where he’s mostly nonverbal. In those headspaces, he usually communicates his needs through body language, through expressions, and through noise; little whines and cries to show Daddy how needy he is.
But in this particular one, he won’t even whine to express his hunger. Bucky could edge him for hours and he still wouldn’t beg for relief; he’d just take it.
Steve’s shown him what he wants, and now he’ll wait to see what his Daddy will do. He’ll wait for as long as it takes, and he won’t wriggle or squirm or whine in the meantime. He’ll stay just like this; perfectly still and perfectly docile.
Bucky smiles at him softly, tenderly. His boy suckles harder on his thumb. A glance at his exposed little cock shows it flushed a truly gorgeous shade of pink, and quickly hardening. Just as Bucky thought.
He looks at his boy again.
“You feel good, don’t you, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice just as soft and tender as his smile.
Another of those little noises, so quiet that Bucky wouldn’t be able to hear it if the room weren’t otherwise silent. Slowly, Steve nods. Just once. His expression doesn’t shift, and his big blue eyes stay rapt on Bucky’s face. He hardly even blinks.
“I bet,” Bucky murmurs. “You always feel good after Daddy gives your little hole attention, don’t you, baby? And I gave it a lot of attention today. Daddy made it nice and sore, just the way it craves, isn’t that right?”
Another noise, another slow nod. His boy’s eyes on him, innocent and hungry all at once. That little cock now flushed deeper, a gorgeous red. It’s fully hard now, and from nothing but this. A thumb in his mouth, Bucky’s attention, a few words said in the right tone.
Steve is so easy like this. It’s one of Bucky’s favorite things about him, how easy it is to get him hard when he’s already feeling like a boy. He never needs to be touched, only needs Daddy’s attention.
And just because he likes that about his boy, Bucky’s waited until now to touch that perfect little cock. It’s now straining toward him, begging for attention. Once he sees it, Bucky moves his hand between Steve’s spread thighs.
He wanted to watch his boy’s cock get hard for him untouched, but now that it is, he can’t keep himself away. With a gentle, light touch, he runs the back of his finger slowly up and then back the short length.
Steve doesn’t move at all. He lays there and allows himself to be touched. Still so quiet and docile, it’s almost like he doesn’t register the touch. The only thing giveaway is the hungry way he sucks his Daddy’s thumb, the glassy sheen to his eyes, the way that little cock throbs under his touch.
God, but he’s perfect.
It hits Bucky again, just how fucking lucky he is to have this boy. His submission is beautiful, and so fucking humbling. The fact that Bucky is the one allowed to dominate this boy, that Steve chose him as his Daddy–it’s a heady thing, that knowledge.
This boy is his. Bucky owns every inch of him, from his soft hair down to his painted toenails. And it’s all because Steve allows it. He could have anyone, and yet he still chose Bucky.
Not that anyone would be worthy of Steve; Bucky doesn’t even think he’s worthy, most days. This boy is too sweet for the likes of him. But he’ll selfishly, jealously keep him for as long as Steve wants to be kept.
“You’re such a good little boy,” Bucky whispers, because he can’t help it. Because he knows what it does to Steve to hear those words, and Bucky wants to make him feel good. Doting on his boy is his main priority in life.
The noise Steve makes then is a little louder, and lasts a little longer. He still doesn’t move, but Bucky looks down, a little pearl of precum has formed on the swollen tip of his boy’s cock.
He wants to lean down and lick it up, but if he does, he’ll be derailed. He’ll forget to ask what it is his baby boy is craving, and he needs to know. It’s an effort to take his gaze away from such a pretty sight, but he finally manages it.
It takes a little longer for him to remember what he was saying. Steve is alluring and distracting in any state, but especially one like this.
“Your little hole needs Daddy’s attention a lot, doesn’t it, baby?” He says, keeping his voice low, cajoling. “But sometimes, when your little hole is especially needy, like it was today, some things get neglected.”
He glances down again, unable to help himself. Watching his knuckle glide over the underside of that pretty cock.
“Like your little cock,” he continues, looking back up at Steve. “It doesn’t need as much attention as your hole. But it still needs Daddy’s attention, doesn’t it, baby?”
It takes Steve longer to answer this time, because he’s already been mastered, totally and completely. He’s fucking exquisite like this.
Finally, slowly, he nods.
Another smile stretches across Bucky’s lips, this one knowing.
“Is that why you’re showing it off, baby boy?” He asks gently. “Did your little cock get lonely while Daddy played with your hole? Does it need Daddy’s attention now, too?”
Another slow nod.
“What kind of attention does it want, hmm? Does it want Daddy to make it feel good, or does it need Daddy to hurt it?”
Slowly, so his boy knows it’s coming, Bucky takes his thumb out of Steve’s mouth. Steve allows it silently; doesn’t whine or chase after it, trying to get it back. Another noticeable difference between this headspace and others. He’s so fucking docile, he won’t even cry at having his favorite things taken away. Whatever Bucky gives him or denies him, he just accepts. Sweetly, silently, obediently.
It’s a headspace that brings out the darker lusts in Bucky, the moods that urge him to possess his boy in every way. The more submissive Steve is, the more Bucky wants to dominate him, and roughly. He always has to tread carefully when his boy makes him feel like this.
“I know it’s hard to talk when you feel like this, baby,” he murmurs. “But you have to answer Daddy now. Just this once, and then Daddy won’t make you talk anymore. Can you do that for me?”
Steve nods again. He licks his lips, hesitating. It takes several quiet moments, and many uneven breaths before he whispers, “Both, Daddy. Please?”
Smiling, Bucky leans forward and kisses his forehead. He takes Steve’s cock into his hand, stroking it as he whispers, “Good boy.”
Steve’s breath comes faster now, heavier. His eyes are brimming with adoration, worship, as he looks up at Bucky. He lays still and silent as his cock is played with.
God, Bucky wants to wreck him.
“Daddy is going to go get some toys for us to play with,” he murmurs. “Toys that’ll help give your little cock the attention it needs. I want you to stay just like this, do you understand? Don’t move at all.”
He doesn’t need to threaten punishment. Steve isn’t prone to squirming in this state. In truth, Bucky probably didn’t even need to give this order; Steve would’ve mostly likely stayed like this, anyways. But he’s too pretty like this, too perfect, for Bucky to risk it. He wants this vision–his beautiful boy, debauched and exposed, that perfect little cock hard and straining for him–to greet him when he comes back.
Bucky waits for Steve to nod, and then, with another kiss and a squeeze to the cock in his hand, he leaves. They keep many toys in their bedrooms–all of his boy’s favorites–but there are some ideas in Bucky’s mind that require leaving the bedroom entirely.
Once he has everything collected and set out, he looks back to his boy. The vision that greets him is exactly what he wanted. His baby boy, waiting so patiently, that same serene expression on his face. He’s so relaxed, laying against the pillows. And there’s that little cock, still hard and waiting for him to come play with it.
Bucky wants to keep Steve like this. He could. In this state, Steve would only nod and stay just like that for as long as Daddy wanted. Bucky would come back to him every once and a while, play with that pretty cock to make sure it stayed hard, and then leave his boy with a kiss on the forehead and soft words of praise. Steve wouldn’t move the entire time; he’d stay still and quiet, just like he is now.
But that game is for another time.
He sits down on the edge of the bed again, picking up Steve’s hand and setting a small bell in it. It’s what they use when Steve is like this—in a headspace where he’s nonverbal.
“Do you remember this, sweetheart?” Bucky asks. When Steve nods, he continues, “Show Daddy what you do if something happens that you don’t like.”
Obediently, Steve shifts the bell in his hand and then rings it. His gaze immediately goes back to Bucky as he does, waiting for Daddy to show him he did right. Always hungry for reassurance and praise.
Bucky takes hold of his cock again, giving it two slow strokes as he kisses Steve’s forehead.
“That’s a good boy,” he murmurs. “You can still use your safeword. Daddy will always listen to that, no matter what. But if you want to stop and you still can’t speak, you ring that bell for me, okay? Can you do that, baby?”
Steve nods obediently, and gets rewarded for it again.
Then, Bucky smiles and whispers, “Let’s play, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t know how long he dedicates to playing with his boy’s cock. Minutes blend together, time seeming to go too quickly and not quickly enough at the same time.
He uses his hand first, bestowing pleasure and pain with just that—stroking him gently, then too tightly, letting go to slap his little cock and his balls when the urge strikes–watching his boy’s reactions with each, seeing what he craves the most and then giving it to him more. When Steve comes from that, Bucky leans over and takes Steve’s sensitive cock into his mouth, sucking on it sweetly while his boy makes those hurt little noises in his throat.
He uses a wand, a flesh light, a velvet glove. He takes ice from a metal cup and glides it along his boy’s cock and over his balls, until the skin is chilled, and then he takes it into the heat of his mouth.
It’s that last one that seems to partially break his boy out of his doll-like state. Up until that point, Steve has taken everything so beautifully still, and mostly silent; only soft little noises and heavy breathing to show he’s affected.
Bucky doesn’t know if it’s because of how long they’d been at it by that point or if it was the act itself, but when he uses the ice cubes for the first time, Steve cries out raggedly. The second time, he claws at Bucky’s shoulders with one hand. The other hand still clutches the bell tightly, though, and so Bucky doesn’t stop. In fact, he repeats the process again and again just because of that reaction.
Most of the pain, Bucky bestows through light slaps to his cock and overstimulation. It’s the pain his baby boy prefers. He employs it less and less as the evening goes on, until he doesn’t have to at all, because even the pleasure hurts.
When that happens, Bucky stretches out beside Steve, tucking his body close. He takes his boy’s hard, hurting cock into his hand and gently strokes.
“Just one more, baby,” he whispers. “One more, and we’re all done.”
Steve blinks up at him hazily. He’s trembling, his lips parted on soft, shaky breaths. Tears cling to his lashes and stain his ruddy cheeks. The way he looks at Bucky–like Bucky is the lighthouse in a storm–is too much.
Leaning down, Bucky kisses his slack lips. He knows what his boy needs to give him this last orgasm, and it’s too easy to provide, when the words crowd his head, waiting to spill out, anyways.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs. “So perfect. You’ve been such a good little boy for Daddy tonight, baby. Showing Daddy what you needed and letting Daddy take care of you. You’re so good. Such a good little boy.”
He keeps it up, a steady rhythm on his cock while whispering soft praise between bestowing little kisses to Steve’s lips and all over his face. It takes a while, even with the praise driving Steve closer and closer to the edge. When it finally happens, his boy’s body has nothing left to give him except more tears.
Steve’s still shivering in the aftershocks when Bucky rolls him to his side. He shoves his pants down, grabbing hold of his cock. He’s shaking, too, but with need. His cock has been hard since he walked in to his baby boy showing himself off, and he hasn’t touched it this whole while. Dedicating his entire attention to Steve.
His original plan was to jack himself off when he was done, come all over that limp little cock and rub it into Steve’s skin. But those tears—those tears are always his undoing. No orgasm will satisfy him now, not unless it’s found inside his boy’s tight little hole, the taste of those tears on his tongue.
He hastily slicks himself up and slips his cock between Steve’s cheeks, rubbing the head against his baby boy’s sore little hole. His lips brush against Steve’s ear.
“Ring the bell if your little hole is too sore to play with Daddy’s cock again.”
Sluggishly, Steve shakes his head, the hand holding the bell twitching toward his chest. Hiding it, like he expects Bucky to take it from him and ring it himself. His fingers are still curled tightly around it, and no sound comes.
Bucky waits a few more seconds, and then levers himself up, looming over his boy’s lax body. Sinking into that warm, tight little hole with a deep groan. His baser desires won’t let him stop and enjoy those first few moments of connection, the way he usually does. He moves as soon as he’s inside, rutting inside his baby in short, sharp thrusts.
Fresh tears cling to Steve’s lashes, a few sliding over his cheeks. Bucky’s gut tightens, his cock throbbing inside his perfect boy.
“Is it too much, baby?” He asks. “Is that why you’re crying? Does Daddy need to stop?”
He’s almost positive that it isn’t the case, but before he can truly enjoy this moment, he has to make sure. Nothing matters more to him than his boy’s comfort and safety; he’ll always double-check, no matter how sure he feels.
Steve shakes his head, his fingers turning white with how tightly he clutches the bell. A few more tears slip out, and Bucky groans.
“No?” He says. He leans over Steve, changing his angle, his pace. Shifting into long, deep thrusts that has Steve’s breath hitching. “Then what is it, baby? Did Daddy make you feel too good?”
A slow, clumsy nod. Bucky shudders, fucking him a little harder as he bites Steve’s earlobe.
“I know,” he whispers. “That’s why Daddy loves your tears so much. I know how good I’ve made you feel when you start crying for me.”
He lets out a shuddering breath.
“Love it when you cry these pretty tears for Daddy, baby. Love making you feel good.”
There are no more words after that. Just Bucky’s deep grunts and his baby’s soft little noises, the slap of their skin together. Bucky is riveted to the sight of those tears, and each new drop drives him closer to the edge. He doesn’t want to make it last; doesn’t even try. Drawing it out was for earlier in the night, now it’s only about relieving the ache in his cock.
When he’s close, he turns Steve’s head toward him with trembling fingers, just enough so he can put his mouth to Steve’s cheek and taste his tears. A shudder wracks his body as soon as he has them on his tongue, and then he’s coming with a ragged groan.
He’s still searching out the taste of them on Steve’s skin when he starts to come down. His hips lazily moving, chasing the last shocks of pleasure.
“Good boy,” he whispers. “My good little boy. You’ve done so well tonight, baby. Always make Daddy feel so good.”
Steve makes a soft, euphoric little noise, but otherwise stays still and silent while his Daddy takes the last of what he needs.
As I had promised earlier, I am currently working on several scenarios that offer a slow progression into the ABDL lifestyle with an ever increasing set of rules that guide you towards becoming a diaper dependent and fully trained adult baby.
This roulette is designed to be played with a partner over the course of several months and offers many options to make it fit your needs.
The first part of this roulette contains the main categories and the main instructions while the second part contains a rather complex disciplinary section with progressively stricter disciplinary levels and a selection of instant punishments, bondage and punishment routines and many other evil ideas to make sure that the baby in spe behaves during his/her training.
This roulette has taken shape while I was working on a prototype for the even more complex diaper training roulette that I had announced a few months ago. The future version will be designed for solo players and will contain a wide variety of training exercises which will actively make you more and more diaper dependent the longer you play the roulette. Since that project will need much more work, I have decided to give you a taste by creating this version in which the training is shaped by the active party and the way in which he/she exercises his/her authorities.
I hope that you have fun with this new roulette of mine and would like to know how it went for you. If you have any feedback or any ideas for improvements, please let me know.
