#steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader

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No one as sweet as you - Mafia!Stucky/Reader

✦ Pairing: Stucky/Reader ✦ Word count: ~9,4k ✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings: Mafia AU, best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, protective!stucky, TW: reader is verbally and physically abused by john walker, idiots in love, sharing a bed, poly relationship, piv sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, praise kink, pet names (Sweets), unprotected sex, creampie. ✦ Summary: When you’re hurt by your boyfriend you go to the two people you can depend on for anything, Steve and Bucky, your best friends. ✦ Note: This is a fic that was previously posted on AO3, at the beginning of the year. But since I'm stuck in writer's block right now I thought I would post this in case you haven't read it. It's one of my favorites. There are some short prequel fics to this also posted on AO3, about when they were living together in college. I'll post those too in the following weeks.

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The bouncer gives you one glance before he opens the door for you and the line of people you pass shout angrily but you don’t even spare them a glance, your thoughts elsewhere. The music in the club usually invigorates you but tonight it passes through without leaving a trace.

Making your way to Monica at the bar, the people you pass shoot you weird glances and you know you must look a mess. When she sees you she comes right over, the music is too loud to talk so you share a squeeze of the forearm in place of a hug before she pours you your favorite wine, with a pitying smile at your smeared mascara. You throw a kiss at her before making your way to the back and once again the big man at the door opens it for you after a quick look.

The music is muted as you make your way to the stairs at the back that take you up to their private room. When your heels land at the top and you meet Bucky's eyes he lifts the girl currently on his lap off and declares "Everyone out."

Steve shoots him an irritated look before his eyes follow Bucky's and sees you. You stand perfectly still while the women and men who were enjoying a private party with two of the biggest mobsters in New York mill past you down the stairs, some even shoot you dirty looks.

When the last person has passed, you take a step towards them, but before you're two steps in, Bucky has taken the glass from your hand and Steve has lifted you into his arms. You cling to him, hands grasping his shirts, and finally, you know you’re safe.

Steve sits down with you in his lap, cradling your head to lean it against him, the other arm holding you tight at your waist. Bucky's palms are gentle when he rubs your back soothingly. None of them say anything at first but the tears running down your face speak for themselves. You made it all the way without breaking down but with them, you can be vulnerable. For the last seven years, they’ve been the rock, the shelter, and your haven.

"Talk to us, Sweets," Bucky's voice is only that soft with you, maybe sometimes with Steve too, “What’s going on?” You try to take a deep breath, but it just stutters. After a few more tries it’s better but you’re not sure where to begin. They give you time, and don't press you on information, like they otherwise do in their line of work.

Finally, you release Steve's shirt and instead, you find the hand he has wrapped around your waist, twisting the rings on his fingers as you try to speak. You don't want to look at them, the shame and the anxiety is running high in your body but you want to tell them, you just have to find the right words.

"You know the guy I've been seeing," you start and feel Steve's arms tighten around you. Before you can say more Bucky mutters "I'm gonna kill him." Steve is calmer and asks, "What about John, Sweets?" He speaks into your hair, his voice is gentle but it has a hard edge. "He's been so sweet since we started going out, but he's been having a rough time at work lately," you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to remember, your heart beating like crazy. The memories bring forth the panic and the fear again and your breath gets shallow.

"It's alright Sweets, you're here with us, nothing can hurt you," Bucky's low voice is comforting, together with their touch, and you know he’s telling you the truth. It’s the reason you came here instead of going home.

You take a few more breaths and continue "So I thought I'd do something nice for him. We had a spa day and while he soaked in the tub I made dinner and dressed up for him." Frowning hard, your fingers spin the rings on Steve's hand faster and faster the more your anxiety builds, knowing what’s coming.

"And everything was great until I poured the wine and spilled some on the tablecloth." Your mouth opens and closes a few times and the tears start to fall again but Bucky is there with his thumbs, cradling your face and brushing them away, while Steve rocks you gently in his embrace.

"He was furious," you cry. "Said I ruined everything! He threw the wine in my face, then the bottle across the room. He tried to grab me but I ran out of there." There is a long silence when you finish, it’s just your sobs and the music from the other side of the wall. Then Steve says "I'm gonna fucking kill him," his voice laced with rage, and he hugs you even closer.

"I took a cab here, I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t wanna go home." With the last words out you feel a small relief. You’ve told them. You’ve told someone. The scene still plays in your head, seeing John's eyes turn black with rage when the drops of rosé landed on the white linen, feeling the fear when he started screaming.

"Thank you for telling us, Sweets. You’re an incredible person," Steve says and moves you out of his lap and over to Bucky's. They treat you with the utmost care, moving slowly, giving you time to protest if you want, or detangle yourself if that's what you desire. But you let them manipulate your body how they like because sometimes they know what you need more than you do.

"You did nothing wrong," he goes on to say, holding onto your hands, letting his thumbs caress the skin. "John is an absolute fucking asshole and no one should be treated like that.” You meet his green-blue eyes that are only soft for you, and Bucky. Right now, Steve isn’t the feared mobster that people avert their eyes from when he enters a room, scared they’re going to end up in a ditch because they looked at him wrong. No, this Steve is your best friend.

"I don't want to be scared, and I don't want to go home in case he comes there," you confess. "You'll stay with us," Bucky decides, voice finite. "Let’s go home so you can take a shower and change clothes." You nod and are about to stand up but Bucky is quicker, changing his grip and holding you close as he gets up. He carries you to the car and doesn't let go of you until you're in their mansion, in the room you have there.

When he puts you down your feet are a little unsteady and they both look at you with concern, but you give them a weak smile “It’s okay.” "We'll be right outside, shout if you need anything," Steve tells you and when you nod they both step out and close the door softly behind them.

For a moment you stand still, trying to make sense of the last hours, wondering how everything went to shit. Then you finally get a good look at yourself in the tall mirror and see the black rivulets of mascara and eyeliner smudged down your cheeks, the foundation almost gone.

The dress is ruined by the wine and even if it was expensive and you can get it dry cleaned you don’t want it anymore. You pull it off and throw it into the trash can, quickly followed by the heels. The lingerie is one of your favorite sets but you're unsure if you will ever be able to enjoy it again without remembering how you chose it especially for John. After a moment it goes into the trash, and the earrings too, feeling like you need everything from the night to be gone.

The only thing you keep on your body is the necklace that was a gift from Bucky and Steve years ago and you haven’t taken it off since. It's custom-made with three delicate chains in gold, silver, and black twisted together. You loved it the moment you saw it, knowing that the chains were the three of you, twisted together through the rest of your lives. When you touch it with your fingers it makes you feel better, because you can feel them with you.

The shower feels more than just bodily cleansing and when you remove the last pieces of your smeared makeup, smoothing eye cream over your puffy eyes, the feeling of fear and panic is distant.

In the closet are a bunch of your clothes, probably more than you like to admit, but the best part is the drawer with their old t-shirts. You pull one out, not sure which of them it used to belong to, but it’s worn and soft against your skin. For a moment you press it against your nose, breathing in the detergent that reminds you of this place and all the wonderful memories that you have with them, before you find your pajama pants.

Out in your room you sit on the bed and look around at the muted colors. Bucky and Steve insisted that the room was yours, not just a guest room, and it makes you smile a little when you think about how much fun you had decorating it.

After taking a deep breath you open the door and find them just a few steps away. The look in Bucky's eyes is murderous and Steve's fists are clenched by his side, but when they turn to you they go back to being your best friends that you met in college all those years ago. "How are you feeling?" Bucky steps up to you and pulls you into a soft hug, tucking your head underneath his chin as you wrap your arms around his waist, breathing in the smell of him. Steve comes up behind you, placing his palms on your shoulders, rubbing the muscles carefully. "Better now," you answer. "But I never had dinner so I'm a bit hungry."

Bucky pulls away from you, cradling your face, tilting it up until you're looking right into his light blue eyes. "Let's go raid the kitchen," he smiles and holds your gaze for a few seconds more and there is so much love in those eyes it's almost scary. You know he would burn down the city if it made you happy, they both would, and that intensity is one of the many things that have kept you from finding out what it would be like to be theirs. You're not sure you'd be able to handle it.

When Bucky lets go of you, Steve's arm goes around your waist and he pulls you into him, Bucky takes your hand, lacing your fingers together, and you walk to the kitchen. You sit down at the kitchen island while they open the fridge.

"The chef made mac'n’cheese," Steve says and pulls out an oven pan, covered in tin foil with a post-it note on top with instructions for heating it. Bucky turns on the oven and says, "Want something to drink Sweets?"

"Soda?" you ask and Steve pulls a can out of the fridge before settling down beside you, handing it to you. You hand it right back "Please? I don't wanna fuck up my nails." That makes him chuckle as he opens it and the sound makes you warm on the inside so you lean your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you," you sigh. "For always being here for me. I'm sorry I ruined your party." "You didn't ruin shit," Bucky spits out, glaring at you from where he is standing by the oven. Steve and you chuckle at his harsh tone but then he leans forward, over the counter towards you, resting his large arms against the surface.

"I mean it, Sweets, don't you ever think you ruin anything by showing up, for any reason," his voice is stern but you know it comes from a place of love. "Thank you, Bucky, it means a lot," you smile.

When the oven is warm Bucky puts the tray in and pulls out plates. It only takes a few minutes and your tummy rumbles as the kitchen fills with the smell of cheese. Bucky and Steve make small talk about work things and you're grateful for them filling the silence while you finally get some food.

But it isn't the nice chicken that you cooked for John that you looked forward to eating and your eyes begin to burn. Even though you try to force the tears back they come anyway and run down your cheeks as you eat. Neither Bucky nor Steve notice until you reach for a paper towel and sniffle loudly. Not a second later you're wrapped up in Steve's embrace, crying into his shirt again while Bucky caresses your hair and nape. They mumble sweet things to you and tell you that you're safe and that nothing is ever going to hurt you again.

After a few minutes, the tears run dry. "I'm okay," you say and Steve loosens his hold, his eyes filled with concern for you. "You sure?" "Yeah, but I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Should probably try to get some sleep.” "We're sleeping in my room," Bucky decides and you nod, Steve too.

It's not unusual for the three of you to share a bed when one of you has had a rough time. The first time it happened was after finals and you all fell asleep in Steve's bed, totally exhausted, and slept better than you'd had in weeks.

Then it was after break-ups, yours, Steve's, Bucky's, somehow you all ended up in a bed together every time and it wasn't sexual at any point, just friends being there for each other and it continued through the years. The only time it was out of the question was when one of you was in a relationship, then it just felt weird, and from previous experience, it wasn't something that partners were all that accepting of.

You retrieve your pillows and cover from your room before settling in Bucky’s huge bed, your feet twisted up with Steve's, and Bucky is holding your hand. It's nice, it's familiar and you drift off knowing you're safe with them.

The room is dark when their soft voices wake you, but that might be because of the black-out curtains and not because it's still night. They’ve moved close enough to you that you can feel the warmth from their bodies on either side of you, and Bucky’s chest is right in front of your eyes when you open them slightly to peek. They don't notice you're awake and you don't feel like announcing it either, curious what they’re talking about.

"We let her decide." Even if Steve's tone is hushed it's still hard. "She is too sweet, you know she would never hurt a fly, she's going to say no," Bucky protests harshly in a whisper. This is interesting, you think.

"Even if you and I are fine with getting blood on our hands, maybe she doesn't want to live with that, maybe she wants to press charges." Steve has always been the more level-headed of the two, good with looking at things from all angles and keeping his cool. Bucky huffs and you want to giggle. His emotions always get him in trouble, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. When Bucky is angry he sees red and when he loves he does it with his whole soul and being. One time you asked Steve how he isn’t dead yet since his poker face seems to suck, but Steve explained that when they’re doing business he is usually calm and collected. When his emotions finally break through, people know they should probably run.

"Fine.” You can tell Bucky is not happy but he lowers his voice even more, and now it’s tinged with something else. “But I'm never letting her go again." His words together with his gentle tone make your heart skip. There was a time when you seriously thought about asking them to see if the three of you could work it out, and be more than just friends. But what you have with them is so precious that if it fails in the end, and you lose your best friends, you're not sure how you're going to go on.

"And you think I will?" Steve mutters. "We should have said something a long time ago." "Well, we can't go back in time. All I know is that I love her and I can't see her with anyone else ever again," Bucky's voice sounds like it's going to crack. He never cries but that is as close as it gets.

Steve reaches over you towards him, you can't see what he does but you know how Steve's comforting hands look on Bucky, you've seen it before. Sometimes they're even sweeter with each other than they are with you, when they think no one can see them, not even you. It's so clear that they love each other deeply, honestly it's surprising that they don't just date each other.

You hear Bucky hum in contentment and Steve gives a small soft laugh. It feels like a good time as any to pretend to wake up. You file away their words for another day, not ready to deal with them now in the wake of what’s happened. First, you need to heal the broken heart you're already nursing before thinking about giving it away again.

With a groan you turn from your side to your back, stretching and blinking your eyes open. They're lying on their sides, both resting their heads on their hands. "What time is it?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes. "Just past nine," Bucky informs you and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face. "And you two are still here?" "Just for you," Steve says softly and finds your hand, twisting your fingers together.

Both of them are early risers and you hate mornings, something they tease you for endlessly. "Honestly though, have you already, like, gone for a run, had breakfast, and then sealed some important deal?" "Nope." Bucky slides his arm in under your neck, placing the other hand on your hip, and pulls you closer to him. "We didn't want to leave in case you woke up." Steve shuffles closer, his chest pressing into your shoulder. "Didn't want you to think we left you all by yourself."

You hum and decide to ask "Would it be okay if I stay here a few days?" "Sweets, stay as long as you want. It's your home as much as ours,” Steve answers. "No,” you correct. “My name is definitely not on any papers for this house." "We can fix that if that's what you want. Just move here." Bucky is serious but you decide to laugh it off. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Like old times." he smiles.

"Except I have no desire to listen to the people you bring home scream and moan, got enough of that in college,” tumbles out of your mouth without really thinking of it. They exchange a look but before they can say anything you hastily continue. "Do you think I need to break up with John, or do you think he got the message when I left?"

An uneasy silence falls and Bucky breaks it. "I'm gonna be honest with you Sweets, I really wanna fucking kill him, and make it as painful and as horrifying for him as possible. Death will feel like a blessing in the end." Steve speaks next. "But it's your decision, and if you wanna press charges against him, we'll make our lawyers available."

It’s a lot to take in at that moment. "I don't know,” you answer truthfully. “It still hurts, I'm still scared but I'm not sure what will make it better." "When you've decided you let us know and we'll do whatever you want." Steve bends down to kiss the top of your head.

"If I see him on the street or something though I'm gonna punch him," Bucky says casually before letting go of you and getting out of bed. When his warmth leaves you, you whine and that makes him chuckle. He kneels on the bed and kisses your forehead. "Steve will keep you company while I make breakfast." "You mean go get what the chef has already prepared?" you joke. Bucky shoots you a look before leaving the bedroom.

"We should be glad he isn't actually cooking. Remember when he tried to make pancakes for his girlfriend and almost burned down the apartment," Steve notes. "That's because he got distracted. I mean, I'm glad I came out of my room when I did but the image of Bucky and her on the kitchen table still haunts me," you chuckle.

"You weren't exactly innocent back in those days either," Steve points out with a laugh. "But I never did it on the communal surfaces," you defend with a huff. "No, all we got was listening to you trying to stifle every sound and failing miserably." "Well, at least I didn't break a wall while fucking someone." "It was a shitty wall, never have that problem here." "See that's why I don't wanna move here." "We can soundproof your room?" "Or I can just live in my apartment?"

Bucky comes back with a breakfast tray and places it on the bedside table before pulling out your phone from his pants. "It's been buzzing nonstop since I got down," he explains and hands it to you right as the screen lights up with an incoming call.

"It's John," you tell them, and your chest floods with anxiety as you stare at the screen and sit up against the headboard. "Answer it," Steve sits up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. Bucky is pressed against you much the same on your other side. "On speaker," he instructs and takes out his own phone to record the call.

Your hands shake as you swipe to answer. "H-hello." Your voice is wavering. "Baby! I'm sorry for yesterday, I'm sorry I got mad. I've been calling since you left, I've been so worried. I checked your place but you weren't home. Where are you?" John says in a worried voice. "I'm at a friend's house," you reply.

The feelings in your chest are conflicted, on one hand you never want to see him again but hearing his voice makes you remember that when he is good he is great, amazing even, and you would be lying if you said you didn't miss him. For the last few months, you gave it your all and you were even prepared to tell him you love him.

"I'll come and pick you up and let me apologize properly," he sounds pained like he is actually sorry for what he did. Fuck, it's so tempting to go back but you know better. You know that this is just the tip of the iceberg, and getting wine thrown in your face is probably not the worst that can happen.

"No, John." You try to sound confident but you're not sure it comes across. "I don't think it's going to work out between us." The moment you say the words the tears well up and Steve starts rubbing your shoulder." You're doing great," he whispers right by your ear so John doesn't hear.

"Are you-" John sounds shocked. "Are you breaking up with me… over the phone?" "Yeah, sorry." You cringe, you shouldn't be sorry. "You scared me yesterday and I feel like I don't know you anymore."

"Babe you don't need to be scared of me, I would never hurt you I swear," he sounds like he is about to cry and a part of you wants to comfort him. "You threw wine in my face and said some really mean things," you point out.

"I didn't mean any of that, I promise. You know I've had a lot on my plate lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you." There is some part of you that desperately wants to believe him. "That's not an excuse," you go on. "I'm not an object for you to take out your frustration on. It's not going to work John."

There is a long silence before he speaks again and now his voice is laced with rage instead. "Then you can come get your fucking things right now." "John, please don't-" you start but he cuts you off.

"You fucking bitch, you lead me on for months and then you break up with me over the phone, because what? You think I’m gonna hit you or something?" "Yeah, maybe," you answer truthfully. "You're such a dumb bitch, I would never lay a hand on a woman I care about."

Both Steve and Bucky stir beside you. When you shoot them a glance they are both staring at the screen with murder in their eyes. "Calling me names won't change my mind, John," it hurts when he says them, like an actual stab in the heart and it brings out more tears.

Bucky leans over and taps the mute button. "There is no way you're going over there, we'll send Sam and Vis." You nod and unmute while John is raging on about how dumb and useless you are and how he wishes he'd never wasted his time on you. "I'm going to send some friends to pick up my things."

"Oh, so you won't even face me yourself?” his voice is unrecognizable now. “You know what? I'm glad for what I did, I'm not sorry anymore, you're obviously a fucking coward and not worth a second of my time." Every ounce of fight is gone from you, you're just tired and want it to be over. You don’t want to listen to the hurtful words anymore so you simply say "Goodbye John," and don't even wait for a response before hanging up. You drop the phone into the sheets and bury your face in your hands, your body jerking with sobs.

Steve and Bucky’s arms go around you but you hardly notice, everything is just excruciating pain, your heart smashed into a million pieces. Twenty-four hours ago you were happy with a man you thought you knew, and loved, but now everything is broken and you're not sure what you’re going to do next.

It takes a long time for you to stop crying and when it finally ends you're exhausted, again. The coffee Bucky brought has gone cold but Steve holds a glass of juice to your lips and makes you take a few sips before coaxing some yogurt into your mouth. "Steve is going to stay with you while I take care of a few things. If you need me, you tell him and I'll be right back," Bucky promises when he leaves the bed again, taking the tray with him out of the bedroom.

"Is he going to kill him?" you ask softly as you sink down under the covers. Steve puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest until your face is squished against it. "No," his voice is soft. "Not without me." "Steve…" "Can you blame us, Sweets? John was lucky it was over the phone or else we would have beaten him into a pulp for saying those things."

"He never acted like that before," you whisper. "I'm just happy you got out before he put his hands on you," Steve whispers back. "If you had shown up with bruises yesterday I might have lost it." "I love you," you tell him and he kisses the top of your head. "I love you too, Sweets, and I know Bucky feels just the same." You hum and let the exhaustion take over.

They have switched when you wake the next time, you're in Bucky's arms and he is carding his fingers through your hair speaking quietly to you. "Wake up Sweets, it's time for dinner."

Even if you’ve slept right through lunch you shake your head and swing your leg over his hip, clinging to him. "Don't wanna get up," you whine. "If you eat dinner, we can watch a movie on the couch afterward." He knows just how to tempt you and you need something to try and take your mind off everything.

"Candy?" you pull back. Even if the light in the room is dim you can still see the blue in his eyes, and the crinkles at the corners when he smiles. "You know we keep stock of everything you like, there is always something sweet for our Sweets."

You hug him hard. "I love you Bucky, you know that right?" "I love you too, Sweets." He kisses the top of your head, much like Steve did earlier. "And I know Steve feels just the same." That makes you giggle "Steve said the same thing." "Well he is a smart man," he shrugs.

Bucky all but pulls you out of bed but he doesn't force you to change out of your pajamas. He leads you to the kitchen where Steve is plating the food and your stomach grumbles when you smell it. They have set the table with candles and it looks lovely but it also reminds you of your last candle-lit dinner. Bucky sees the look on your face turns you away from it and tilts your chin up with his fingertips, "It’s…” he begins, hesitating, trying to find the right words. “We want to replace every bad memory, but if it’s too much too soon we’ll throw it all out.”

The scary thing is that he is serious. If you said the word they would throw everything out, but you don't want that, you want a nice dinner with them and try to get past what happened. Maybe it will help, maybe it won’t but you won’t know until you’ve tried. And if there is one thing you know for sure, it is that you are safe with them.

“It’s fine, I’ll try,” you promise with a smile before turning around to sit down at the table. Steve serves the food and Bucky pours you a glass of wine. After a few bites, Bucky brings up some stupid shit the three of you did a long time ago and through dinner, you reminisce about old times.

Since meeting John you haven't seen them as much because you learned early on that partners were weirded out or even jealous of what you had with them. Right now you can’t fathom why you would ever do that, because these two people are the best thing in your life.

You fold your napkin into your lap and look at them. "I'm sorry for, like, ghosting you the last few months," you swallow hard. "I've been a shitty friend but you always take care of me when I need you, and I’m so thankful for that. I promise I’ll do better."

"It's okay sweets," Steve smiles and reaches over the table to grasp your hand. Bucky takes the other and his thumb caresses your knuckles. "Don't apologize, there is no need." The lump in your throat is from love and not from sadness this time and you don't try to speak, just nod, squeezing their hands back.

Afterward, you cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie but ten minutes in you're already nodding off. When Steve and Bucky notice you're asleep they turn the TV off and Steve carries you up to Bucky's bedroom. "She has work tomorrow," Bucky whispers and pulls the cover up over your body. "Fuck, should we wake her?" Steve asks back. "No, let her sleep, she starts at nine so if we let her sleep til seven it should be fine."

Fortunately, the alarm on your phone goes off as usual but when you turn to snooze it, you instead roll into a warm chest. Steve grumbles and reaches for your phone, handing it to you before seizing you around the waist, and burying his face in your neck.

“Hey, I have to get up,” you mutter. It feels like your eyes are filled with sand and your head is pounding but you have to go to work nonetheless. “You don’t have to work,” he speaks into your skin and it makes a tingling feeling travel through you.

“Don’t be silly, let go of me,” you chuckle and detangle yourself. The other side of the bed is empty, Bucky already up. You drag yourself over to your room to shower before getting ready and eating breakfast. Steve insists on driving you to work and Bucky comes and sees you off with a long hug and a kiss on your hair. “I’ve put Clint and Peter to watch your apartment and Sam and Vis are going to be outside your work all day, Sweets.” “Thank you, Bucky.”

When Steve drops you off he points out the car. "If you see John or you for any other reason feel unsafe you can go to them right away, or call us,” he tucks a strand of hair in behind your ear. “Don’t hesitate. You mean everything to us and we want to keep you safe, Sweets,” You nod. “Thank you, Steve,” you whisper, leaning over the console to kiss his cheek before heading to work.

What you told yourself would only be a few days, turns into a few weeks and now it’s almost two months. Despite your initial refusal, you’re enjoying living with them again. A few times after the break-up, John tried to contact you and every time the phone started buzzing and your anxiety spiked you found one of them and they helped you through it.

You haven’t slept in your room once and neither has Steve, it's always the three of you sleeping in Bucky's bed. It could be because Bucky has an expensive bed that you sleep so soundly, but in the back of your head, you know it’s because their presence calms you.

If Bucky or Steve can't drive you to work, someone else does, your own car is still parked on the street by your apartment and you don’t have any desire to go get it. But you do miss some of your clothes, and toiletries, so maybe you should take it as a sign that you need to go back.

After getting home from work that day you walk up to their office, a little apprehensive. Both of them are leaning over the desk when you poke your head in, their cuffs rolled up, exposing their underarms. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, they look too good. Steve sees you first and a smile splits his face. “Hey Sweets, have a good day at work?”

Bucky turns and opens his arms towards you when you step into the room. His hug is warm and comforting and you answer Steve’s question with a yes, before taking a step back from them. "I know I said I was only going to stay a few days but it's been way more than that now, so I think I'll go back to my place after work tomorrow." You try to sound as neutral as possible, neither sad nor happy, just stating a fact.

"No," Bucky breathes, fists tightening at his sides. "I agree with Bucky, don't leave," Steve's voice is calm and his face doesn’t give much away but his eyes are betraying him, they’re too glossy, too wide, and too filled with fear to miss.

The other reason you need to go back home is the way they are treating you and touching you. It’s making your feelings run wild and you can't have that, you can’t risk losing them too. And if that wasn't enough they've invaded your dreams with their touches and words, making you wake up aching for them in a way that is totally inappropriate.

"I can't stay, you know that," you sigh. "No, I don't." Bucky is frustrated, staring at you. "I really fucking don't know why you can't stay. We love having you here and you seem to love being here. Just stay."

His mood is making you defensive, you don't want to explain that you're obviously catching feelings soon after getting out of something traumatic. You need to think, and every time you wake up drenched, tucked in between them you are seconds away from ruining everything by confessing or honestly just taking one of their hands and pushing it in between your legs, hoping they will help you get off.

"I need my own space, Bucky," you cross your arms and glare at him. "You have your own room," he states and takes a step closer. "That I don't use anyway," you reply and take a step back. "Because you don't want to!" His raised voice silences you not because you're scared but because he's right. Bucky isn’t stupid and he's not the type to sugarcoat things when he's upset.

Your heart is hammering. "No I don't want to," you confess with a breath. "But I need to." Then you turn to go but only get a step from the desk before Steve grabs your wrist. He spins you into his chest, Bucky coming up behind you, boxing you in between them. Bucky's head falls on your shoulder. "I can't let you go again, Sweets, I can't do it."

Your mind flashes back to the morning when you pretended to sleep and heard them talking. The breath in your chest hitches as you look up into Steve's blue-green eyes. “I’m with him, Sweets,” he says in a low voice and cups your cheek with his large hand. “You belong here, with us.”

Your mouth opens and you try to protest but it dies on your tongue and Steve takes the opportunity to continue. "We love you, more than anything, we want you to be ours, more than just our best friend. Live with us, be with us in every sense of the word. All three of us, together," his voice wavers at the end.

The words sink in slowly. Be with them. Be theirs. Stay. Your body is aching to say yes and your heart is about to beat its way out of your chest. “But…” “All I know is that I feel incomplete without you, like a part of my soul is somewhere else, and the only time I'm at peace is when I'm with you two. I can't keep living like a part of me is missing. So I'm asking you, please stay, please help us figure this out and be with us." Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist. "Every time I see you with someone else my heart gets ripped out of my chest and I've tried to be with other people, we both have, but in the end, they’re not you."

Their confessions break down your defenses as their words ring true. In all your relationships over the years, there's always been something missing but you've never been able to figure out what. There's been passion and there's been love but it's always lacking something and now you think you get it. It has lacked them and the deep connection you share through years and years of friendship. Feeling stupid about wanting to leave and thinking you weren’t ready to be with them makes tears well in your eyes. Whatever it is you three can figure it out, it may not be traditional but it beats being unhappy.

"Don't cry, Sweets." Steve runs his thumb over your cheek. You lean your head into his chest, nodding against it. "I'll stay," you sniffle. The arms around your waist tighten and Bucky speaks into your shoulder. "Really Sweets?" he sounds like he’s worried that maybe you're joking.

"Really Bucky," you promise, wrapping your arms around Steve and hugging him close. For a moment it’s just the three of you enveloped in your shared love but then Bucky rights himself and you look up at him over your shoulder, matching his silly smile.

He leans in like he is about to kiss you but he stops himself, his eyes searching yours for something, and it's scary. If you take the plunge everything will change, or maybe it won't, but it feels like an earthquake is rolling through your life, upsetting everything and if you let him kiss you it will be real. But that's what you want.

"Please?" you ask him and his whole face lights up before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. It could be described as fireworks, an erupting volcano, or maybe feeling the first rays of sunlight on your skin after years in darkness, but nothing will come close to the feeling of being kissed by Bucky.

It's a chaste kiss with just his lips moving carefully against yours. It's over quicker than you want but in his place is Steve, turning your head back towards him and descending on you. His fingers run through your hair and he opens your mouth to let his tongue play with yours, the feeling once again indescribable, it's just the feeling of right. Everything about it feels right.

Even if the kiss is slow when he pulls back your breathing is labored and you're clutching his shirt. "I-" you begin but can’t find any words. That kiss ignited something inside you, it's like you're seeing color for the first time, everything is clearer and sharper. What even was your life before?

"Are doing okay Sweets?" Bucky asks next to your ear and you nod in response. When his soft lips caress the side of your neck you whimper and lean your head to give him better access, he chuckles against your skin, nipping it and making you gasp. "I wanna eat you up, find out what you taste like everywhere."

It’s a badly kept secret that Bucky has a marking kink. You’ve seen his exes, you know he's possessive and likes to leave marks. You can't wait to have them on you so you whisper, "Mark me.”

Steve chuckles above you. "She knows you, Bucky," he says with a smile. "You too, Steve, please?" You’re almost begging, but not quite, just asking nicely. "You want me to give you a hickey?" he asks with a crooked smile but those eyes are too easy to read. He craves you. "Or a bruise, or a bite mark, something, anything," "Fuck…" His face changes to match his dark eyes. "You want everyone to know you belong to us, Sweets?" he asks with a hoarse voice and you feel the large bulge in his pants press against your stomach.

You nod, biting your lip. "Show me how you do it, Bucky.” They spin you around and Bucky grabs at the collar of your blouse, pulling harshly, sending the buttons flying over the office. “Hey-” you begin but he pulls the fabric aside exposing the juncture between your shoulder and neck. First, he sinks his teeth in, hard enough for you to hiss but not breaking the skin, then he closes his lips and sucks.

It's painful but the act in itself makes you throb. When he pulls back you release your breath but Steve is quick to pull the neckline on the other side and do the exact same thing. He is gentler but when he's done there is still a purple bruise on your skin. "Fuck me," you whimper against Bucky.

"Yes, Sweets, we will. Long and hard until you can't take it anymore. We're going to ruin you." Steve promises before he grabs you and lifts you up, spinning you so you can wrap your legs around him as he starts walking to the bedroom, Bucky right behind you. You reach your hand out towards him and he grabs it, kissing your palm and knuckles. "We're going to take care of you Sweets, you'll never want for anything," he promises with a wicked smirk.

Steve places you on the edge of the bed and stands up, looking down at you. Bucky comes up beside him, resting his forearm on Steve's shoulder. "Look at our sweets, can you believe it?" Bucky asks. Steve turns to him with a smile. "Yes." Then he places two fingers under Bucky's chin, turning his head before kissing him. It's heated, filthy and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. You squeeze your legs together to alleviate some of the pressure you're feeling in your cunt. Their kiss shows that it's nothing new, they've obviously done it before and you're a little mad that they have withheld this from you.

When Steve starts pulling on Bucky's clothes you can't keep the moan from slipping out. They both break away and turn to you and you feel small in the best way possible. "Did you like that?" Bucky asks before leaning down and kissing you.

The knowledge that his tongue was just in Steve's mouth and is now sliding against yours makes you moan again. You start undoing the buttons on his shirt and he pulls on your top. When you separate, he pulls it off and you’re left in just your bralette. Steve makes a sound in the back of his throat at the sight and starts taking off his own clothes.

Bucky kneels in front of you on the floor, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off, while you stare at Steve as more and more skin is revealed. He holds your gaze the whole time and you bite your lip when he starts at his pants. His chest and forearms are huge, covered in tattoos but in no way hiding the muscle underneath. It makes your mouth water and your cunt clench.

Bucky starts kissing up your bare leg, beginning at your ankles and slowly working his way up your calve and the inside of your thigh. When you're still staring at Steve he nips your skin. "I know he's gorgeous but when I eat your pussy I want your eyes on me, Sweets." He tries to look offended but his pupils are blown wide with lust.

Just the thought of him between your legs makes a shiver run through you and your cunt impossibly wetter. Nodding at him you caress the side of his face and watch him, the closer he gets, the more you start to tremble with need. No one had ever made you feel so needy and horny.

Bucky kisses your cunt through your underwear, making you gasp. "Please Bucky, I need you." "I know, I can smell how fucking wet you are Sweets." He twists your panties out of the way. "Fuck, Steve, look at her, she's dripping."

Steve, in just his underwear now, slides his fingers gently through the mess, making you tremble and moan, before bringing the fingers to his mouth and holding your gaze as he licks them clean. Then Bucky's mouth is on you, his tongue licking from your core up to your clit.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-" you cry and grab the sheets under you, bucking up into his touch. Steve chuckles and gets behind you on the bed. "He looks like he's in heaven, Sweets. He has wanted you for so long." You feel his fingers undo the clasp of your bra and then slide it off. His hands cup your tits a second later, making more sounds spill out of your mouth. His fingers rub, caress, and pull on your nipples while Bucky is hurdling you toward your climax.

"I'm- I'm gonna-" Your legs shake and you grab Steve's arm with one hand, the other going to Bucky's head, grabbing his short hair. Every muscle in your body tenses right before the coil snaps, making you scream out your release, riding Bucky's face and feeling the pleasure-filled waves travel through your body.

You slump against Steve's and he holds you. Bucky pulls back with a shit-eating grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand, saying "Fuck Sweets," before he stands up and starts taking off his clothes.

You already feel amazing, high off your orgasm but you want more and Steve's hard-on is pressing into your back. You turn around on the bed. "Move up," you tell him and his smirk is knowing but he does as you say and moves to sit against the headboard.

You rid yourself of your drenched panties before grabbing his boxers and pulling them off. "Eager Sweets?" he chuckles and fists his cock as soon as it's free. It's thick and long as him and you can't fucking wait. You bite your lip before asking "Condom?"

"I know we should but I want to feel you raw Sweets,” he confesses. “Are you on birth control?" "Sure, and I got tested the week after…" you trail off not wanting the bad memories to ruin the moment. Bucky's heat is suddenly behind you, grabbing your hair and forcing your head back to kiss you deeply. When he lets go he says, "Steve and I got tested like a week before you moved in and I've not even looked another person's way since then." Steve laughs "And I haven't fucked anyone either so get over here and ride my cock Sweets."

To say you scramble is an accurate description, quickly shuffling over to him and straddling his hips. You hold onto his shoulders as he swipes the head of his cock through your mess, holding it still for you to sink down on.

All three of you moan in unison as his dick disappears into your tight hot channel. The grip Steve has on your hips is almost bruising and the look on his face is painful. “F-fuck. Sweets. Damn.” Is all he gets out. You lean in, kissing his cheeks and chin and lips, and start to move, slowly, the feeling is amazing, he's filling you up to the brim perfectly.

"Feels so good," you stutter and then drop down hard. "I'm never watching porn again," Bucky says from behind you and you watch him over your shoulder, kneeling on the bed and jerking his cock. You whine in the back of your throat, you want him too, so you reach for him as you bounce on Steve's cock, making him spill the most delicious sounds.

Bucky shuffles over and you grab his dick in your hand, he's big enough that it doesn't fit all the way around. His hand lands on Steve's shoulder to steady himself and Steve reaches out to place a hand on his hip.

The sounds the three of you make fill the room. It's moans, groans, and whimpers, the sound of slapping skin and squelching wetness. Your clit is steadily rubbing against Steve, getting you closer and closer. Bucky is panting heavily, Steve is too.

"Sweets, I can feel you. Are you gonna come on my cock?" Steve is trying to sound unaffected and failing miserably, but he continues to spill filth that rushes you toward the edge. "When I've filled you up, Bucky is gonna fuck my cum right back into you, aren't you Buck?" "Fuck yes," he groans before leaning in and kissing you deeply. “I wanna see you come on his cock Sweets.”

"Next time I wanna feel both of you come in me at the same time," you whimper. "Sweets, you goddamn slut." Steve groans with a laugh and bucks up into you harder. "Tell us more! Please! I want to hear every filthy little thought hidden inside that mind."

You turn to look at Bucky. "I want both of you in every hole. I want you to use me like I'm a toy and worship me like a queen," you tell him, then turn to Steve. "Put my name on the house and celebrate it by fucking in every room, on every surface, show me all of your kinks, give me everything."

Steve's eyes are screwed shut and he's let go of Bucky to grab your hips, pulling you down onto his big cock. "Keep going," you urge him, your release just a few thrusts away. But he's too close and before you can get there he suddenly sits up to wrap his arms around your waist, crushing you against his chest, thrusting up hard, and comes with a loud moan of your name.

You feel wild, right on the edge of ecstasy but left dangling in mid-air. With pleading eyes and a whine you look at Bucky who smirks at you before pulling you away from Steve and laying you on your back. A second later he fills you up, the sound of his cock pushing through Steve's mess is as sweet as it's nasty.

"Please, Bucky, please," you beg. "Yeah I know, don't worry, not gonna blow my load early," he taunts over his shoulder at Steve who just gives him the finger. "Understand him though, you’re so tight and warm Sweets. Makes me a bit crazy. I just want to fill you up over and over again," he confesses.

"I need to-" you begin but he cuts you off. "Rub your clit for me. Come on my cock," he demands but you know something that is even better than your own fingers and you reach out your arm.

"Steve," you plead and he crawls over to you and lays down beside you, pushing his hand in between your bodies, finding your clit. You arch off the bed with his touch, hands clutching Bucky's arms as he rams into you. The dual sensation is amazing and with how close you were seconds ago the end approaches quickly. Your moans get louder the closer you get and both Bucky and Steve praise you the whole way through.

"You sound so fucking pretty."

"I can barely move you gripping me so tight."

"You're so good at taking cock, Sweets. First mine and now Bucky's, it's like you were made for us."

You nod at the last thing and the pressure in your body is breaking, making your muscles convulse, almost pushing Bucky out with how hard you're coming, screaming their names as you do.

"Fuck! Yes, Sweets!" Bucky’s laugh is a little manic as he works you through it. "I'm going to fill our sweet little cunt with more cum." His hips stutter against you before he groans out your name and collapses on top of you. You run your fingers over his sweaty back and kiss his cheek. Then you turn to Steve, smiling at him beside you. "He's heavy," you complain.

Both of them laugh and Bucky rolls off before they move until you're squeezed in between them, their cum running down your legs, making a mess on the bed. Fortunately, you have at least two other beds to sleep in.

For a few months, you're walking on air. In a throuple with your two best friends, amazing sex, luxury beyond what you could have ever imagined. They constantly spoil you and they've tried to convince you to quit your job since you don't need to work when you're with them.

Tonight you're in another fancy restaurant. Bucky is trying to feed you chocolate cake because it's romantic but you tell him over and over again that you can eat by yourself. Suddenly Steve stiffens beside you and since he isn't known to have tells, you immediately get worried and follow his gaze.

John is standing at the door with a pretty girl on his arm, talking to the waiter and then being shown to a table. Next to yours.

When your eyes meet he stops for a second and his date shoots confused looks between the two of you, before you nod and he nods back, then moves again and sits down.

Steve asks for the check and you're out of your seat and outside the restaurant in no time. Bucky holds your coat as you put it on and a moment later Steve comes out too. His eyes are black with hate and when you're finally in the car you realize that you can't live like this.

"I think-" you begin, swallowing then clearing your throat, "I think I'm going to need those lawyers."

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The Bet

Kinktober - Cuckold NSFW - Adults Only

Summary: A card game leads to a more interesting game

The two men relaxed back in their chairs, stares unwavering. Neither smiled. Neither allowed their steely eyes to drift. The night was late and everything was down to this moment.

“Come on, whatcha got?” Steve asked.

Bucky leaned forward and spread his cards on the table. It took everything he could not to smile. He didn’t want to crow, but Jacks over sevens was a damn good hand.

A smile cracked the surface of Steve’s stoic face as he laid down Kings over nines. He leaned closer and teased. “Guess who gets the chair?”

“That’s if she agrees.” Bucky frowned.

“Well, let’s find out.”

“She went to bed like an hour ago.” Buck tried to stall.

“I’ll wake her up. Get your ass in that chair.” Steve stood and hauled him up.

You barely registered a low light turning on and a heavy body shifting the mattress. It was the warm wet mouth on your shoulder blade that pulled you fully from slumber. You always knew Steve’s kisses. Always knew the clean masculine scent of his skin.

His fingertips traveled the length of your spine, pushing down the covers along the way. You stretched into the pillows, enjoying his touch. His callused rough skin could be so gentle. Steve's lips left warm trails on your shoulder.

With a delighted moan, you turned toward him and rolled over. Steve leaned close, kissing you slow and wet. His hand slid over your tummy and up to cup your bare breast. You reached up to touch his hard chest. He was so solid.

“Want to have some fun, Sugar?” He smiled against your lips.

“Always.” You grinned back with sleepy eyes. “Bucky coming to bed, too?”

“Nope.” He let the ‘p’ pop and you heard a groan across the room. You lifted your head. Steve was on his knees over you, gloriously naked, but Bucky was sitting in the chair in the corner, fully dressed.

“What’s going on?” You frowned.

“Lost a bet.” Bucky grumbled.

“He’s got to watch, just watch, this time.” Steve nibbled at your neck.

You looked around Steve's forearm to stare at Bucky. “Poor baby.”

A thrill tickled your tummy. You knew that the moment Steve was done with you, Bucky would be ravenous. You kicked the covers away and shifted a little so Bucky had a full view as you spread your legs. Steve slid his hand down, slipping a large finger into your cunt.

“Damn, Buck. Look how wet she’s getting. I think she likes this.” Steve teased. You whined and Bucky grumbled. Steve pushed in two fingers, pumping in and out, thumb rubbing your clit. You glanced at Steve. A grin curved up the corner of his mouth just before he lowered his head, his lips tugged at your nipples until they were hard peaks.

You heard the chair creak. Looking over, you saw Bucky had slid the chair closer. He looked desperate. His belt buckle was undone. His jeans strained against his hard cock. Fuck it was hot. You trembled.

Steve chuckled. “She definitely likes this.” He laid back on the bed. “Come here, Sugar, and wrap that beautiful mouth around my cock. Give Buck a better view of that pretty pussy.”

You drew up on your knees, spreading them wide so Bucky could see how wet and swollen your sex was. Taking Steve’s large cock in hand you began to suck, being loud and messy. He felt hot and heavy in your hand. Silken skin over steel. Your tongue pressed into his shaft, hand pumping, and mouth watering. Steve couldn’t help the moan, your hums and rapid stroking taking him by surprise. In the distance your heard Bucky swear.

“Fuck, Sugar!” Steve finally pulled you up and kissed you hard before tossing you over. He grasped your hips and pulled them up to meet his. You stared into Bucky’s intense gaze and cried out as Steve buried himself with one powerful thrust.

Bucky’s nostrils flared and he came forward, kneeling in front of the mattress, so close but not touching. His lips parted in awe. Eyes intensely studying your face.

You panted, breath pushed from your body, tension coiling tight, Steve’s cock hitting you just right. Bucky’s predatory stare turning your insides to fire. You trembled all over.

“You like Steve’s cock pounding you?” Bucky’s voice was low, dangerous. “You going to come, Doll?”

“Yes!”

Steve’s grip tightened. He moaned.

“You like watching me having to wait?” Bucky growled. “Suffering. Wanting to fuck you myself.”

“Yes!”

Steve’s pounded you harder, hips becoming erratic. Some part of your brain knew he was close.

“You know I’m going to wreck you for enjoy this?” Bucky breathed against the side of your face. You felt the heat of it.

“Yes!”

Bucky’s hand shot out and wrapped around your throat. He ordered. “Then come for Stevie.”

You snapped, orgasm hitting hard, suddenly. You shook, flooding over Steve’s cock. He did not relent, fucking your harder and faster, chasing his own release. A second orgasm crashed over you, stealing your breath, whiting out the world.

Panting, boneless, and breathless, you felt Bucky’s hands roll you over. His soft lips kissed you, softly at first. Then his hand cupped your jaw and his kiss deepened until you gasped for breath.

He grinned down at you with wicked intent. “No rest, Doll. I promised to wreck you.”

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[barnesafterglow]

three's a party

summary: you and steve aren't very good at keeping secrets

pairing: stucky x reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings: mmf threesome, fingering, unprotected sex, dvp, surprisingly soft for this kind of content, we support poly relationships in this house

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It was the same routine as usual - Steve’s hands all over you before you even had a chance to get into the apartment.

“Bucky home?” you asked, out of breath from how long he had held you in place to kiss you.

“Nope.” He fumbled behind your back, reaching to open the door.

Neither of you stopped to question the fact that it was already unlocked. Or that the lights were on. You were too wrapped up in each other to notice much of anything until Steve finally picked you up to carry you to his room and saw Bucky in the kitchen.

Steve dropped you immediately, taking a step away, as if that would make things better. As if Bucky hadn’t seen you with your shirt halfway off, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His jeans were still unbuttoned, for Christ’s sake.

You expected Bucky to be furious, to yell at the two of you and tell you hated you. Instead, he said nothing, and you took in his posture - casually leaning against the counter, a smirk on his face. Almost like he had been waiting for you.

“Well don’t stop on my account.”

Shit.

You looked over to Steve and met his eye. Then you looked back at Bucky, who was just staring at the two of you intently; you looked down at your shoes to avoid it.

“I’m serious.” Your head snapped up, and suddenly you caught something else in his eyes - dark, pupils blown, and the gleam of cockiness. “Keep going.”

When neither of you moved, he started towards… Steve’s room? He looked back at you, and gestured his head for you to follow. Having no clue what else to do, wanting to appease him so there was a possibility you could maintain your friendship, you followed.

“Sit,” he ordered when the three of you were in the room. You both did as you were told, and your eyes followed his movements as he shut the door.

You stayed silent, still having no idea what to think of the whole situation. You also sat as far away from Steve as was possible for the same reason.

“Touch her like you usually would,” he said to Steve, gesturing to you. Steve stared at him terrified. “Don’t act shy now. Like you haven’t been doing it a wall away for weeks.”

The room was silent, save for the sharp gasps of surprise from you and Steve. You couldn’t believe it - that Bucky even knew in the first place, but also that he wasn’t mad. Instead he just looked… interested.

“What are you doing?” Your voice cracked asking the question, a healthy dose of confusion combined with a dash of fear and a sprinkle of arousal. No, that couldn’t be right. There’s no way you could be getting hot over Bucky telling you he wanted to watch.

“If you don’t do it, Stevie, I will.” The look on his face was absolutely dripping with cockiness - dominance. You’d never heard Bucky talk like that, in the whole time you were dating. Sure, he had liked to throw you around and spank you every once in a while, but nothing like the hold that Steve had over you. And what’s more, Steve listened.

He turned towards you and you hesitantly did the same. Your knees touched, finally truly facing each other for the first time since you had walked into the apartment and seen Bucky.

When he put a hand on your bare knee, he looked at Bucky, who nodded, then back to you. And you nodded too. Wherever this was going - good or bad - you had to find out.

Steve took a deep breath, putting his other hand on your and sliding them up your thighs. Finally, he brought his mouth to yours, kissing you timidly at first, but when you heard a quiet encouragement from Bucky, he deepened it. 

It was easy to get lost in Steve. He was something otherworldly - his mouth, his hands, his everything. The spark you felt for him was something entirely different from the way you felt - had felt, you had to remind yourself - about Bucky.

Except, with his eyes on you like that, it was easy to forget why you even ended things in the first place.

Steve moved his hand towards your core, resting a hand against the wet patch that was apparent in your tight shorts. His thumb found your clit through the fabric and he pressed harshly, pulling a needy moan from you. When you realized what you did, you pulled back, immediately looking at Bucky.

You weren’t sure what to expect anymore. So when you saw he was sporting an impressive bulge in his grey sweatpants, it turned you on more than it surprised you.

He was leaning back against the bedroom door, just watching. You couldn’t help but just stare until Steve took your attention away by tugging on your shirt - a shirt that was Bucky’s, you realized as it hit the floor. You saw the flash of hunger as he realized it too, but your eyes fell closed when Steve pushed you back onto the bed, latching his mouth to your nipple, sucking and biting as he rolled the other one between his fingers.

The most unusual thing about this was how little Steve was talking. Usually, he had the filthiest mouth you had ever heard, but he was relishing in your body. And in the audience he had. Maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised that he was okay putting on a show, considering all the other things he had done to you - and you to him - but the realization that he was enjoying this as much as Bucky clearly was, made you clench around nothing.

He must have felt it, because then he was pulling away and tugging your shorts down your legs. Suddenly, you were naked in front of the two most gorgeous men you had even seen in your life, and they stared at you - fully clothed, no less - like they would worship at your altar.

They glanced at each other, and Steve finally spoke for the first time.

“I’m assuming you’re not going to just stand there and watch?” And that was the only permission needed.

You expected him to put his hands on you, kiss you and touch and give you what you clearly wanted. Instead, he reached for Steve, pressing his lips desperately to the other man’s. If Steve was surprised, he didn’t show it, giving his all into the kiss just as much.

Watching in amazement, a moan slipped from your lips.

“You like that, baby?” There was Steve’s filthy mouth.

“We better let her in on the fun, Stevie.”

Bucky reached for the hem of Steve’s shirt, pulling it from his body. Then, he leaned down to kiss you.

For the first time in over a year, sparks flew between you and Bucky. It was like for a moment, you were the only two people in the world. The only thing that could draw you out of it was Steve’s hands spreading your thighs. 

He placed a light slap to each of them, then manhandled you to the center of the bed. With one hand slowly creeping towards your center, he kissed Bucky again, pulling off his shirt too. When they separated, Bucky tugged his sweatpants down, and you were both bare. The only stitch of clothing left in the room was Steve jeans.

“C’mon Stevie,” you teased. “You can’t be comfortable in those jeans.”

A smirk spread across his face, and he slid his body from the bed. As he stripped down, Bucky took his place between your legs. Content to share, he let a finally naked Steve settle next to him, and they both looked down at you with a glint of pure need in their eyes.

Bucky reached down, running his hands gently along your thighs - everywhere except the spot you needed him. You tried to maneuver your hips so that he was where you wanted, but a large hand pressed down on your stomach, keeping you pinned to the bed.

“Be good,” Steve tsked, and your wide eyes met his as Bucky finally slid two fingers through your folds. Your hips tried to buck up instinctively, but Steve kept you in place while his best friend sunk his fingers into you.

You threw your head back into the pillows, the feeling already overwhelming. Steve was big, but you had always had a weakness for Bucky’s hands. You were so wound up that you thought you may come from just that, then Bucky crooked his fingers just right, and you did.

Steve lifted his hand and let you rock your hips against Bucky to ride out your orgasm. Your eyes finally fluttered open to see Steve sucking on Bucky’s fingers, tasting you.

It was a wonder you didn’t come again, especially when they were both looking at you like you were the only thing they could see.

Bucky leaned forward, kissing you gently, a contrast from how he had just been. He looked into your eyes like he was seeing into you, could see you into your soul and again you wondered how you could have ever let a man like him get away.

The spell was broken by Steve maneuvering you, moving on the bed until he was behind you, his strong thighs caging you in on either side. And Bucky - oh, Bucky - wasted no time in settling in between both of you, taking no time to tease, and sunk into you in one thrust.

The moan you let out was borderline pornographic, not used to the way he stretched you out. It was different than Steve, so much different, and you had missed Bucky more than you let yourself admit.

He grinded against you, not pulling out, just rolling his hips. You knew what he was trying to do, knew he wanted you to beg, and you weren’t too proud to do it.

“Please, Buck,” you whined, high and needy. “Need you to move, please.”

He leaned down and bit harshly on your bottom lip at the same time he pulled out and thrust back into you. An ungodly sound left you, something between a scream and a moan. On top of it all, Steve reached around you, pinching both nipples harshly.

Overstimulated, you came around Bucky’s cock. You’d never come from so little, and despite the fact that both men - separately - had given you many more orgasms in a single night, you were already exhausted.

But not exhaustion could keep Bucky from pounding into you, hard and fast. Steve grabbed your tits, squeezing them as they bounced from the force of Bucky’s thrusts. You threw your head back, resting on his shoulder, and you turned your head to see both of them entranced in each other before finally marrying their lips together.

Seeing them, seeing the love that was clearly there, gave you a funny feeling. It was definitely something you all would have to talk about once your brain was working again.

You whined when Bucky pulled out, but he grabbed your chin and made you look at him before you could beg him to keep fucking you.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, eyes searching yours.

“Of course.”

His eyes flicked to Steve’s for a moment, and you felt the connection they had, somehow always knowing what the other was thinking.

“Turn around, baby.” Steve’s voice was low and heavy in your ear. His and Bucky’s hands both turned you so you were straddling him, and he laid his back down on the bed.

Bucky took hold of your hips lifting you as he allowed one hand to move down and grasp Steve’s cock. He gave it a few pumps before helping you sink down on him.

Yours and Steve’s moans were complementary, twining together and spindling throughout the room. And Bucky’s hot breaths behind you was a perfect chorus.

“Gonna get you open now, sweetheart,” Bucky said, pressing a smattering of kisses to your shoulder before he pushed you down so that your chest was pressed against Steve’s. You didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but you had an idea, and you trusted him completely.

You felt his fingers drawing gentle patterns on the inside of your thighs, Steve still unmoving inside you. Then, he slipped a finger in beside Steve’s cock, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. You made a move to sit up, but Steve’s hand pressed into your back, keeping you close to him.

Once you relaxed, Bucky added a second finger, then a third. The stretch was amazing and, if it was going where you thought it was going, it would only get better.

“It feel good, baby?” You opened your eyes - you hadn’t even realized you had closed them - and looked at Steve. There was something in his stare that was different, like he was seeing you differently. You were almost tempted to say something about it, but Bucky was moving behind you, and you had to look away. Over your shoulder, Bucky smiled softly at you.

“Do you trust me?” he asked again, and you nodded your head.

He ran his hand down your back, drawing an unknown pattern along your spine, before he pushed into you, his cock sliding against Steve’s to split you open.

It knocked the breath out of you, and you didn’t know if you could take it, but Steve and Bucky both recognized the sliver of panic creeping into you, and they placed sweet kisses and gave you words of encouragement.

You’re doing great, baby.

Look how well you’re taking us, sweetheart.

I love -

You had to stop yourself from saying the words. You didn’t know who you were even saying it to. Or it was to both of them. Yeah, it was definitely both of them. Shit.

It felt like you were losing your mind, in more ways than one. Thoughts and emotions were flying through your head then suddenly they were punched out by the feeling of Steve and Bucky beginning to move.

They were so gentle, letting you get used to the pace, to the stretch, to the intense feeling of everything you had ever felt being magnified by ten. One hundred. One thousand.

Slowly, as your breathing evened out and your whimpers turned to moans, they sped up. 

It was dizzying, the feel of two massive men taking you like that. You didn’t think you would ever feel anything so good again. When they both thrust deep into you at the same time, the orgasm that had been building since Bucky slid inside you snapped, and you came all over their cocks, in tears from the intense pleasure of it all.

The feel of your tightness was enough to set both Steve and Bucky off, both of them spilling into you and you could already feel their releases leaking down your thighs, onto Steve, onto the sheets.

When they both slipped out, you collapsed into Steve’s chest, feeling so fucked out that your limbs wouldn’t cooperate, and you slowly slipped out of consciousness. 

-

When you came to, you were still in Steve’s bed, Bucky on one side of you and Steve on the other. From what you could tell, they had cleaned you up and put you back in the shirt of Bucky’s you had been wearing, then tucked you in between them.

They were talking in hushed voices - nothing you could make out - but stopped once they noticed you were awake.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky said, running a finger across your cheekbone while Steve placed a kiss on your temple. “You feeling okay?”

You nodded, still too groggy to talk. It felt like you were hungover. A sex hangover, that’s what you had.

“You did amazing, baby,” Steve whispered into your hair.

You felt the love radiate between the three of you, and you knew that this wouldn’t be a one time thing, or only a sex thing. 

And it could be figured out in the morning, because right then you were content to be held by your boys, drifting off to sleep again.

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Wishbone.

You meet Bucky and Steve while on the run. The three of you quickly learn that nothing is more violent than love.

Based on the poem Wishbone by Richard Siken. Lines taken directly from the poem are in bold. If you're interested, you can read the full poem here.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x female reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - 18+ - blood, cursing, guns, sexual content. this is a little dark. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Word Count - 3617

Author's Note - my god I had fun writing this. wishbone is my favourite poem ever, and I reread it a few days ago and had a vision of nomad steve and bucky on the run and just had to turn it into something. if you haven't read the full poem, I'd highly recommend!! this is darker and a bit more jagged than my usual fluff but you know, versatility and all that. I strongly believe that Steve was feral while on the run - he has to crack at some point. I mean you can only be squeaky clean for so long, right? as always, thoughts, questions or requests, send them my way! feedback is massively appreciated always <3

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You saved my life he says I owe you everything. You don’t, I say, you don’t owe me squat, let’s just get going, let’s just get gone.

You met them on a bridge in the middle of the night somewhere in Europe.

All three of you running from your sins.

Steve and Bucky had bolted the minute they refused to sign the accords. They were under the impression they’d all go together – Team Cap, side by side.

Wanda and Vision left them first. Natasha next. Lastly, Sam.

Steve and Bucky were the only ones remaining. It started with just the two of them. It would end with just the two of them.

Your ankle cracks and splinters as you barrel forwards over the bridge. Gunshots rain down around you, like some sort of lethal meteor shower. You don’t know how they found you. These remainders of the past won’t leave you alone. They’re shooting at you, four of them, these grown men firing their guns at this runaway girl.

The broken bones finally give way, and you slam into the concrete, head bouncing off the surface. The road is warm under you, and you relax into it, ready to surrender to your fate.

A fate which never comes. A strong, metal arm grabs you by the bicep and pulls you up, your ankle sending strokes of pain lashing through your whole body. You’re screaming, and you’re thrashing, and there’s blood pouring into your boots. Your cries for help are ignored as the man throws you over his shoulder and starts running at an inhuman speed.

He keeps sprinting, heavy shoes hitting the ground with every step, the impact rattling up into your bones. Everything is hazy and nothing makes sense and the lights of the city are blinding you as you’re carried by the stranger. You don’t know if he’s saving you or kidnapping you or both or neither.

A blond man appears, running next to the brunette with the metal arm. You’re thrown from one man’s shoulder to the others, as if you weigh nothing. As if you’re worth nothing. Just a girl caught in the crossfire. A victim. If only they knew.

Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood.

You passed out sometime on the journey, the men’s heavy steps lulling you into unconsciousness.

One minute, you’re being thrown around like a ragdoll, and the next you’re waking up on the floor of a dingy motel. You think you might be in Berlin. Or was it Brussels? It didn’t matter anyway. Doesn’t make a difference.

The carpet is sticky and caked in dirt and patterned like it was made in the 70’s. You wake with a jolt, gasping for air. The blond man is nowhere to be seen. The brunette is sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with careful blue eyes.

“Why am I on the floor?" you ask, venom dripping from each word. “You couldn’t throw me down on the fucking bed?”

He scoffs and shakes his head.

“Your boots are filled with blood,” he spits. “Better on the carpet than the sheets.”

He crosses the room and kneels down in front of you. He cautiously unties your left boot and pulls it off. Then he unties the right one, the broken one, and yanks it off with a careless hand. You grit your teeth and hiss, hand flying out to fist into his shirt.

“Asshole,” you mutter. “That fuckin’ hurts.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he replies. “It’s fractured. Smashed to pieces, actually.”

He grabs your boot and walks over to the tiny sink in the corner of the room. Turning it upside down, he watches as your blood pours out.

“Shit, girl,” he mumbles. “How are you still fightin’?”

You think you hear a New York accent. Brooklyn, maybe. It seems to come out in waves, a slight twang every now and again. His raspy drawl vibrates through your stomach, right into your core. He’s handsome. He’s battered and bruised, clothes ripped, hair mussed. But he’s handsome.

“I’m tougher than I look,” you retort.

He chuckles, and it makes you want to rip your clothes off.

He comes back to your place on the floor and yanks you up by your arms. He throws you onto the bed unceremoniously, ignoring your groans and protests. He grabs you by your chin and forces you to look at him.

“Stop fuckin’ wincing,” he snarls. “I’m trying to help you.”

You figure his help is better than nothing. You go pliant, and let him assess you, only whining when he presses his thumbs into a sore spot.

I’m always saving and you’re always owing and I’m tired of asking to settle the debt.

Steve has always loved playing the hero. It’s the role he falls into naturally. Bucky does too. After everything he’s done – been forced to do – it makes him feel good to save people now.

Maybe that’s why they saved you.

They watched you run from those men, four vigilantes out for blood. Bucky and Steve had gone out to kill them, to get them off their backs. As soon as Bucky had seen you fall, he was moving at the speed of light, barrelling across the bridge to scoop you up and out of the crossfire. Steve just watched, shaking his head. Buck had always been a sucker for a pretty girl.

They don’t question why you were out there, fighting men with your bare hands. They don’t wanna know. Frankly, they don’t care.

“What the fuck?” Steve asks when he swings open the door to the motel room. “She’s still here?”

“Her ankle is all messed up,” Bucky replies. “There’s no way she’s walking. We can’t throw her onto the street. The rest of them will come for her.”

Steve’s rolling his eyes as he walks over to where you’re unconscious on the bed. He grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you up level with him. You startle awake, and stare daggers into his pretty face.

“What did they want with you?” he spits.

You glare at him for a solid minute, but he doesn’t crack. He wants answers.

“Pissed them off, I guess,” you snicker. “They tried to hurt me. Hurt them right back but harder. They didn’t like it.”

Bucky’s watching the two of you interact, his head tilted to the side. He’s not quite sure how this is going to play out. He can’t wait to see.

Steve surveys you, eyes scanning your face methodically. God, he’s tired of playing nice.

He grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to open your mouth. He stares into your soul, as if daring you to defy him, before he spits onto your tongue, never once breaking eye contact. You swallow, holding his gaze – goading him into making another move. He slams his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth, claiming you as his. You suppose you owe him this, at least. He did save your life, after all.

I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater, I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.

This is how it always goes. Your new normal.

The three of you run from city to city, country to country, never staying in one place for too long.

They marked their claim on you that day. All of you without a place to call a home – so you found it in each other. And what a fucked up home it was.

Somewhere along the way, you realise you’ve changed. Not just mentally, or emotionally. But physically. You’re taller, stronger, able to run faster. You’ve gone through some sort of metamorphosis and you don’t know what it is but you like it.

You’re in Colombia, in a motel room, naked from the waist up and sat in Bucky’s lap. You can’t tell where you end and he begins. Just the way you like it.

“I’m different,” you tell him, and he nods his head.

“Why do you think we saved you?” he replies.

He straightens up to sink his teeth into your shoulder, right next to the bite mark left by one of them the day before.

“You are different,” Steve tells you as he walks through the door. “It’s our fault. Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, with no real apology in his voice.

Both you and Bucky turn to look at him. Where did that cut on his cheekbone come from? Blood is dripping down his face, and your mouth waters. You want to lick it off.

You crawl to the end of the bed and rise onto your knees, before grabbing Steve, both hands twisted in the front of his shirt. You run your tongue from his jaw to his temple, savouring the taste of copper. Fuck, he tastes so sweet. They both do. You’d drink it if you could.

Steve moans, and the sound makes your legs weak. He fists a hand into the back of your hair and yanks, exposing your throat to him. Then, with no gentleness whatsoever, he scrapes his teeth along the side of your neck, bruising as he goes. You’re purple and red and tender and sore and your big doe eyes are looking at him like you want him to eat you alive. It takes everything in him not to devour you whole.

Bucky doesn’t possess the same amount of self control.

He yanks you back by your wrists, pinning you underneath him. He crawls along your body, and catches your underwear in his teeth, dragging them down and off. He looks hungry. No, he looks feral. It’s animalistic, this connection the three of you have. It’s sharp and bloody and jagged and raw and it makes you want to cut them open from head to toe so you can live inside them forever.

You hate this life and the fact everything is temporary and you hate that you have nothing. Not really. You’re not even one hundred percent sure that these two men wouldn’t leave you if they got offered something better.

But for now, you let them get lost in you. In each other. It’s all you can do to stay sane, in this life spent running and hiding.

Will you let me kiss your neck, baby? Do I have to tie your arms down? Do I have to stick my tongue in your mouth like the hand of a thief, like a burglary like it’s just another petty theft?

You’re in another motel room. This time, Argentina.

The three of you are sat on the bed. The wound in your side is gushing, and Steve has his hand practically in your rib cage, trying to quell the opening.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs. “It’s alright, it’ll stop soon. The advanced healing will kick in any minute now.”

Advanced healing.

It’s something you’d known for a while. Something you’d never brought up with them, just in case. But here he was, telling you like it was nothing.

“I’m a super soldier, aren’t I?” you gasp out between raspy breaths. You’re not actually in that much pain, you’re just panicking. No one should be able to lose this much blood and heal like nothing ever happened.

Bucky nods his head from where he’s sat behind you, chest pressed to your back. His strong arms are keeping you still while Steve plays doctor.

“We didn’t mean for it to happen, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear.

“It was probably Brazil that did it,” Steve chimes in.

Brazil.

Bucky had been shot and you’d been stabbed and Steve was bleeding for some reason too.

You’d crawled to Buck, throwing yourself on top of his body. Your wounds were both open and your blood was mixing together and you couldn’t tell whose flesh was whose.

You’d stuck your tongue in his mouth and he drank you down, blood and dirt and sweat be damned. Steve yanked you both up and threw an arm under each of you, practically dragging you to safety. You were painted in crimson and dripping with the evidence of your love.

Yes. It was definitely Brazil that did it.

“I didn’t even know that was possible,” you utter in disbelief.

“Honestly, neither did we,” Steve replies.

“But now you’re one of us,” Bucky murmurs. “The three of us. The same.”

He’s kissing your shoulder and you’re squirming because you can feel your skin healing, patching itself back together slowly.

“Let him kiss you, baby,” Steve urges. “Do I have to tie your arms down?”

“Yes,” you beg. “Please. Do it. Please.”

Bucky twists your arms behind you and locks them into place with his metal hand. You can’t go anywhere. You don’t want to.

Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in? 

One day, somewhere in Alaska, Steve finds you crying in the bathroom.

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, and you don’t recognise what you see. You have scars scattered across your face, your hair is darker than it’s ever been, and it’s shorter from where Bucky took the scissors to it. Who are you? What have you become?

“Now isn’t the time to have an identity crisis, darling,” Steve says when he enters the room in his boxers.

You nod, and smile, and sniffle, taking a deep breath.

Steve walks over to you, placing you effortlessly to sit on the counter. He stands between your legs and cradles your face in his gun calloused hands.

“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he reassures into your mouth.

Leaning forward, he runs his tongue up your cheek, catching the tears as they fall. He grabs your chin with one hand, and tugs your pants off with the other.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry.”

It feels like love when he sinks his teeth into your neck so hard, he draws blood.

and with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all I have, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.

You crack on a random Tuesday afternoon in Bulgaria.

You’ve been shot at one too many times. It’s not something anyone should ever have to endure. The bullets have carved you out and left you hollow. There’s only so much blood you can lose.

The three of you are sat with your backs against the door of the dingy motel room. Just minutes prior, there had been men banging on the wood, demanding to know where Captain America was hiding.

You hadn’t heard that title in a while.

America’s Golden Boy. If only they knew.

If only they knew how he craved the taste of blood now.

If only they knew how he’d lick the sweat from your neck and keep on going.

If only they knew how the fear turned him on.

Being on the run had taken Steve’s golden blood and turned it black. He didn’t mind. Neither did Bucky. Neither did you.

This was out of your wheelhouse, though. Bucky had gone through wars, been on the run more times than he could count. Steve, too. You, however, were different.

You weren’t 100 years old. You’d been a super soldier for a matter of months. You’d gotten into trouble, pissed off the wrong guys, and it had spiralled out of control. Now, you’re hiding from six armed men with Captain America on your left and The Winter Soldier on your right. How times change.

It all explodes suddenly, and you can’t contain it anymore. You jump up, gun in hand, tears sprinting down your cheeks. You’re pointing the weapon at them, and you’re not sure why. But you’re angry. And upset. And so in love with the both of them it’s driving you crazy.

“Tell me you’re not going to leave me,” you threaten, pressing the barrel of the gun against Steve’s chest.

“Sweetheart-“ he starts, but you cut him off.

“No. Tell me you’re mine. Promise me you’re not going to leave me.”

You’ve still got the gun pointed at Steve, but now you’re grabbing Bucky by his hair, forcing him to look up at you.

“Both of you. Promise me.”

They aren’t looking at you like you’re crazy, or unhinged. They’re looking at you like they’re proud of you. Like they want you. Like they love you.

Steve kicks you hard in the shin, making your legs give way. You’re flat on your back now, and Bucky’s moved to pin your arms above your head. His full weight is pressing into you, and his blond counterpart has crawled to yank your head into his lap.

“We’re yours, baby,” Bucky murmurs against your lips.

“We’re not leaving,” Steve adds from where his forehead is pressed against yours.

“And you look really fucking hot pointing a gun at Steve,” Bucky smirks as he kisses along your neck, sucking a bruise as he goes.

“Asshole,” Steve retorts, but he’s smiling. Not that golden, Captain America smile that everyone’s used to. No, this is different. This is a dark, jagged smile, that’s equal parts cunning and broken. It makes you shiver. But you’re not scared. Quite the opposite, actually.

I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.

Somewhere in Croatia, you watch Steve and Bucky almost die.

Bullets are raining down, and you’re surrounded on all sides. You can’t see past the swarms of armed men, and you’re bleeding but you’re not sure where from. Steve and Bucky are trying their best, but they’re losing. You’re all losing.

You don’t know where it comes from, the rage. One minute, you’re down on your knees, breathless and sweating. Next minute, you’ve elbowed a man in the face and stolen his machine gun. You’re gunning down men left and right, ignoring their pleas for mercy. The ceiling is raining blood and you’re dripping crimson. You’ve never looked more beautiful.

By the time you get to Bucky and Steve, the abandoned garage looks like a slaughterhouse. You’re stepping over bodies like you’re in a cemetery, your eyes glued to the two people you did all of this for. They’re looking at you like they’re scared of you. Finally, you think. They see me.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand. Do you know how it ends? Do you feel lucky? Do you want to go home now? There’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the Chevy and a dead man at our feet staring up at us like we’re something interesting.

The three of you hijack a cabin in rural Canada.

You’ve been walking through the forests for days when you come upon a small wooden lodge with smoke pummelling out of the chimney. Respite.

Bucky shoots the man point blank when he answers the door. You leave him dead on the porch and make your way inside. It’s cosy, all flannel patterns and fur rugs. You could get comfortable here.

You shower while Steve cooks you dinner. Buck finds decent whiskey in a cabinet, and the three of you take turns drinking it straight from the bottle. You all sit on the floor, legs tangled, warming up by the fireplace. Steve falls asleep, and you step outside to get a breath of fresh air.

The dead man is still on the porch, staring up at you.

“He looks peaceful,” you say to Bucky, who’s appeared silently behind you in the doorway.

“He probably is,” he replies. “God knows anything is more peaceful than this life.”

You charge at him, and bite his lip so hard he whimpers. He takes you right up against the front door, frosty cold biting into your back. Steve watches through the window.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

When Steve and Bucky get called back to SHIELD, you get scared.

You’re not exactly an upstanding citizen. You’re the furthest thing from an Avenger. SHIELD are going to take one look at you and lock you up for the rest of your life, you’re sure of it.

The boys won’t let that happen.

The two of them argue about going back for days. You get caught in the crossfire. You’re used as an excuse, a bargaining chip, a distraction. You’re a tactic, both of them trying to use you against the other.

Eventually, Bucky cracks. Maybe it’s because your lips are on his neck and Steve’s are on his stomach. Maybe it’s because he’s tired of fighting.

“Fine, Stevie. Fine,” he sighs. “But if it all goes wrong, I’m taking her, and we’re running. I ain’t dealing with all that shit again.”

Steve nods in agreement, and shoves his tongue in Bucky’s mouth.

The three of you decide you’ll go back together. You make a deal – you’ll refuse to be separated. If you have to fight, you’ll fight as one. No one’s going to tear you apart. Not even death.

Steve cuts his palm first, then yours, then Bucky’s. You join hands, and promise that no matter what happens, you’ll always choose each other.

Blood drips down your wrist, and Steve catches it with his tongue.

Both men look at you with their big blue eyes, and you know nothing is ever going to hurt you as much as love does.

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Since my main blog @rogerswifesblog is shadowbanned I’ve decided to post here (until the shadowban is lifted)

Noise pt. 2

First part here

Summary: It happens again. But this time, Bucky is not sleeping....

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol(just a little bit), SMUT, it’s pwp, 3some, blowjob,ball worship, slight nipple worship, fingering, masturbation, handjob, P in V, MxM, implied anal, sub Bucky, Dom!steve, switch Reader(?), Bottom!bucky, top!steve

Read the warnings!!!

If you’re not interested in mxm you can stop reading after '•••'

18+

The mission was getting closer and closer to an end. You would probably be able to get back home in just a few days. That's exactly why the three of you decided to have a drink and a relaxing evening. Steve had a small bottle of Thor's liquor, so the two soldiers could also have some fun. Still, you drank a little slower because you didn't want to get drunk. Just enough to be in a good mood.

"You're cheating! Buck, you went two squares too far" you said immediately when you noticed where Bucky put his pawn. "What? -no, of course not. That's not true- I- I just miscounted" he visibly lied which could be seen on his reddening cheeks. Steve punched him lightly in the shoulder and whispered something in his ear that made him laugh out loud. In that time, he moved the pawn onto the proper place.

"What are you whispering about? No whispering at the table" you grinned a bit, briefly putting your hand on Bucky's thigh. "Huh? What did Steve tell you?"

Bucky looked briefly at your hand, then back at Steve. "Yhm- nothing important" he said sheepishly, lowering his head. A soft laugh escaped him after which he took a big gulp of his drink. Your gaze immediately fell to Steve. He winked at you, a small smile on his lipsnwhile he put his arm around Bucky's shoulders. You always liked their friendship, the easy and pleasant way they had with each other. It was just nice to watch.

When Steve threw the dice, he leaned a bit over Bucky as he sat in the middle. "A five! Ha!" he said with satisfaction, making Bucky and you sigh. You were losing while the two soldiers were having a head-to-head race- no matter how many times they had both cheated by now. Because, they totally did cheat in board games.

"I'm going to make myself another drink, you guys want one?" you asked as you stood up and put one of your hands on Bucky's shoulder, the other on Steve's, gently massaging both of them. The blond looked up at you, nodding and giving you a kiss on the hand. "I'd love one, honey" he said while Bucky nodded, not meeting your gaze anymore.

With that you disappeared into the kitchen where you made the drinks.

You could see the two soldiers from where you were standing, talking to each other and teasing each other visibly. It looked really cute. Especially the way Steve was teasing Bucky, how he was always gently nudging the other or pinching his sides, making Bucky laugh a little. A small smile settled on your lips. It was great to see Bucky a little happier again. You could still remember how hard it had been for him to settle back in at first. With Steve, he was clearly relaxed, more than with any other Avenger. He was also very comfortable with you around, always letting you brush his hair or just cuddle him.

"Here you go" you spoke as you placed the two glasses between them while doing that you leaned over Bucky a bit and touched his head with your breasts. Since you were standing behind him, you couldn’t see how red he was blushing, just that he started shifting around a bit in his seat. "I hope you didn't cheat again when I wasn't here" you whispered in his ear, loud enough for Steve to hear as well. After that you went to get your own drink which you had left in the kitchen, not being able to bring all three at once.

This time when you came back, you sat down in Steve's lap. "So, let's get back to playing" you grinned, taking a big gulp of your drink. After rolling the dice, you turned back to Steve, kissing him briefly on the lips, feeling Bucky's gaze on you. Nevertheless, you continued playing.

Within the next twenty minutes you finished the game and sat down on the sofa. "So...what do we do now?" you asked as you put your legs in Bucky's lap and he started massaging them a bit, letting his fingers knead your calves. Your head was in Steve's lap, him stroking your hair. The feeling of being stroked and massaged made you moan softly. You immediately slapped your hand in front of your mouth and looked up at Steve with red cheeks. He merely grinned a little, his eyebrows raised. He could tell you were enjoying Buckys and his hands on you.

Steve had no problem with Bucky touching you. The opposite, actually. He really enjoyed seeing him touch you. His metal fingers working over your naked skin of your calves. He’d love to see these fingers somewhere else… stroking your thighs, your breasts… stretching your tight hole…

Quickly he stopped these thoughts, especially when he felt his own dick twitch. God, he even wanted to feel Buckys hands on his own body.

"I'm sure we can think of some other game" Steve said, stroking your neck with one hand, gently grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. From the side you didn't notice how Bucky was looking at you, his eyes kept sliding from you to Steve and back. He didn’t know where to look. Your beautiful and relaxed features or the somehow hungry sparkle in Steve’s eyes while he licked over his lips.

Silently Bucky listened to you. "Truth or dare? never have I ever?" you suggested, a cheeky grin on your lips. "Both sound quite interesting, maybe we'll start with Truth or da-" "I'm tired" Bucky hurriedly interrupted the blonde.

Before you could even react, he had gotten up and disappeared into the bedroom.

Somewhat confused, you both looked after him. "Is everything all right with him? He's been acting weird all evening" you mumbled and slowly sat up. Steve was still looking at the door while shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know either. Maybe he's really tired...? It could be because of the whole mission… I'll talk to him tomorrow, I promise" Steve assured you.

With a soft sigh, you leaned your head against Steve's shoulder. For a moment you were silent before you started a new topic and lost yourselves in conversation.

For an hour you actually managed to have reasonable conversations before your hands began to wander. The gentle kisses you kept giving each other became more passionate, more demanding. Steve's hand slowly slid into your shorts, gliding between your wet folds- "No, Steve- we can't. I told you… not until we get back" you murmured against his lips, sliding off of his lap. A sigh escaped both at the same time. God, both were so needy for it. You missed feeling Steve’s body against yours, naked and pounding into your tight cunt. Fuck.

Steve looked at you with a slight pout. "Come on… just a little bit…” He pointed with his thumb and pointed finger a few inches apart. “Just a little, you won't even feel it" he whined, pointing now to a length of at least ten inches. Laughing, you punched him in the shoulder. "You're such an idiot, Steve" you grinned, making him laugh too.

"We should get some sleep. It's getting really late" you muttered and stood up. Immediately you held out your hand to the blonde, which he grabbed.

"...Just a little bit?" he mumbled pleadingly, whereupon you rolled your eyes and walked silently to the bedroom, with Steve right behind you. Close enough for you to feel his hardness against your ass.

You could swear this man thought more often with his dick than with his head. Only thinking about sex these past few days.

Whereas you had to admit that you thought about it just as often in the last few days...

Shaking your head, you took off your clothes, down to your underwear. Bucky was asleep either way, so you didn't have to worry about him seeing you change- plus, he'd seen you in your underwear many times since you often changed in the same rooms before or after missions. It was weird at first but by now it didn't bother any of you.

And let's face it, sometimes you liked looking at these super soldiers shirtless.

When you finally laid in bed in your pajamas a few minutes later, Steve pulled you a little closer to him. You could feel that he was still aroused, especially since he put his leg between yours and rubbed his hardness right against your crotch. A contented sigh escaped your lips.

Fuck, it felt really good.

His hard dick pressed right against your throbbing pussy, sometimes rubbing over your clit.

You could feel how wet you were becoming, especially when even with all the layers of clothes your pussy started making a squelching sound.

"Okay- but you have to be quiet, understand?" you breathed over your shoulder to him. Immediately, he nodded impatiently and was already starting to undress your sleep shorts. You stopped him.

"I was thinking of something else" you grinned and sat up. For a moment you looked at Bucky's bed- this time you watched him a bit longer. He was lying on his back, his eyes sliding over your body to your face, stopping at your lips.

Grinning cheekily, you looked back at Steve and sat down between his legs. "We have to be quiet" you reminded him again and started kissing his thighs. Very gentle and soft kisses everywhere but where he wanted it most. Despite that it was quite dark and the room was lit only by the moon, you grinned when you saw a wet spot on the fabric of his boxers, where his leaking tip was. You licked right over that spot, making him gasp.

To tease him a bit more, you took his tip into your mouth a little through the fabric and sucked lightly. His hand immediately found your hair and pressed you a little harder against his twitching dick. "Stop that or I'm going to lose it" he breathed dangerously calm which made you whimper quietly. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second while Steve rubbed his bulge against your face for a moment, watching you open your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

He continued to hold your head as he pulled down his boxers, enough for him to free his dick and balls. "Open" he demanded and pressed his tip to your lips. Immediately you did as told and opened your mouth as wide as possible. Your jaw would hate you for this tomorrow but you couldn’t wait to finally feel his weight on your tongue again.

With a pleasurable sigh, he pushed between your lips and started thrusting into your wet, warm mouth.

When you took his cock in your own hand and moved it together with your head, he let go of your hair but still thrusted his hips up. Briefly you looked up at him and what you saw made you moan softly around his tip. Steve had leaned his head back a bit, closed his eyes and was gripping the bed sheet with his free hand- you were sure it would tear any second. This motivated you to take him deeper into your mouth- which you did. Even though it wasn't easy, you managed to slide it further into your mouth until he hit your gag reflex. This made you stop for a moment and lift your head, letting the tip fall from your lips to get some air.

You took your second hand to stroke his shaft and over his tip. By now he was so wet from your saliva and his pre cum that your hands slid along effortlessly.

"Don't stop" he breathed and buried his hand in your hair again, using it to push you back down until you took him back into your mouth. This time you let him push you down completely until you swallowed him down and let him stretch your tight throat. With that, you took him completely into your mouth until your nose rested against his abdomen. Unintentionally, he moaned a bit louder this time and to be honest, you didn't pay attention to that anymore.

You let one hand slide to his balls, massaging and kneading them just like you knew he liked. His balls were wet and slick from all the spit and precum that was leaking around your lips.

With the other hand you grabbed his leg and let him control your movements. When he noticed this, he slowly started to thrust into your mouth. "Can I- oh god- can I fuck your pretty mouth sweetheart?" he breathed barely audible. You answered him with a quiet hum which made him draw in a sharp breath.

Without waiting any longer, he began thrusting fast and hard into your mouth. You felt your saliva leak from the corners of your lips. You knew already that you would have jaw pain tomorrow. It wasn't too easy to keep your mouth open that far- Steve was a big guy and he knew it.

With one hand you started playing with his balls again which apparently gave him the rest because the very next moment he pushed your head down completely, grinding into your mouth, moaning quietly into his free hand. You felt his seed hit your throat.

You swallowed as much as you could but something still spilled from your mouth. Starting to feel that you needed to breathe again, you lightly tapped his leg to let Steve know he needed to let you go. That's exactly what he did then. Breathing heavily and clearly satisfied, he mumbled a soft sorry which made you grin a little.

You licked him clean, letting your tongue slide against his slit and over your shaft while he watched you. Then, as you lifted your head, he stroked his thumb across your chin to wipe off the last remnants of his seed- then he gently slid his thumb along your lips until you took him into your mouth.

"I love your lips, your soft, warm, wet mouth..." he breathed softly which immediately made you smile a bit. You loved seeing him so satisfied and pleased.

Steve then pulled you up to him and pressed his lips to yours. Instantly, he began kissing you with desire. His tongue explored your mouth, following his own taste.

Then, when his hand suddenly slipped under the short pant leg of your sleep shorts and found your crotch, sliding over your wet folds, you gasped in surprise. "So wet" he breathed against your lips as his fingers slowly slid along your slit- until he pushed into your wet pussy with two wide fingers. His palm rubbed along your clit as he did so, making you moan in pleasure.

A gasp made you freeze. It wasn't coming from you -and it wasn't coming from Steve either. Immediately you both looked at Bucky, who was lying unnaturally still on his back. His breathing was far too quiet. Slowly you saw his hand moving under the blanket in his crotch area.

You couldn't think much further as Steve added a third finger and moved it into your wetness. Immediately a pleasurable gasp escaped your lips, your gaze falling back to Steve. "Steve-" you breathed softly. When he looked up to you, you gestured toward Bucky's bed with a nod of your head. Immediately he realized what you meant, especially since his vision was better in the dark than yours.

"You like that, baby?" breathed Steve into the darkness and you really had to admit that you had no idea who he was talking to. Especially since you could tell that Bucky was nodding slightly. You could see how his leg muscles tensed a bit. At the same time, you didn't even notice that you had started moving your hips against Steve's fingers, riding them.

"You like it, huh? Can't get enough?" Steve kept murmuring which made you nod immediately. Out of the corner of your eye, you could swear Bucky had nodded once too. A low moan escaped your lips as Steve's hand stroked your sensitive spot again. This immediately made Steve grin and rub a little harder against it.

"Come on baby, come for me. I can see you want it, can't I?" the blonde murmured, your body playing as if for his words as hot pleasure rushed over you in the very next moment. With a suppressed moan you came and dropped exhausted on Steve's chest. You turned your head to the side in time to see that Bucky in the bed next to you was also tensing up and biting into the blanket to stanch his moans as he came too. He had closed his eyes with pleasure while he visibly continued to try to keep his breathing calm. You, too, had to slowly slow down your breathing while Steve slowly stroked along your back.

•••

The super soldier in the next bed slowly opened his eyes and looked directly into yours, then blinked directly at Steve's face as he too looked at Bucky. Even in the darkness, you could see clearly that Bucky's cheeks were turning red. "Fuck- I- I have no idea- fuck- I'm sorry- I-" he started rambling and was about to leave his bed as well. "I'm not a creep- really not- I- God I'm so sorry- I couldn't" he stuttered more. He didn't even give you time to say anything back. Fortunately, Steve reacted quickly enough and sat up after putting you gently aside. He immediately grabbed Bucky's waist and pulled him onto his lap.

A surprised gasp escaped them, even you couldn’t stop a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

For a moment the two soldiers looked at each other silently. Briefly, Bucky's eyes drifted to you as well, then back to Steve.

Steve and you had talked about Bucky more than once, mostly jokingly, about how he was almost like part of your relationship- but had they really been jokes? Bucky was always with you. You spent many evenings watching movies and cuddling. He even went out with you two. You knew Steve had feelings for Bucky back then in the forties but they weren't allowed in their time. So he had pushed them aside for a long time. You had liked Bucky ever since you met him. At first he might have been a little closed off, but with patience and trust everything had changed. He meant a lot to you.

Did Bucky feel the same? Had he always thought the same?

Briefly, Steve looked over his shoulder at you. You didn't need to hear the question, already nodding. A feeling told you this was exactly what he was looking for.

And you were right.

He turned back to Bucky and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him a bit closer. "May I?" the blonde breathed barely audibly, looking at Bucky's lips. "Yes, please" it came back just as quietly from the other.

When their lips met in a soft kiss, you felt a tingle in your stomach. It was a beautiful sight to watch them lose themselves in each other. How they let out all the feelings they had kept inside for years, kissing and nibbling at each other's lips.

Still, they broke away from each other again. Bucky smiled slightly sheepishly and rested his head on Steve's shoulder. Again his eyes fell to you. "Would you kiss me, too?" he breathed, in a voice so vulnerable you'd never heard from him before. Immediately you nodded and knelt on the bed next to them both. Bucky raised his head a little with Steve turning to you as well. He too smiled contentedly.

A nervousness came over you as if you were a teenager again and about to have your first kiss. That's exactly how you also felt when kissing Steve for the first time.

Finally, your lips met. Bucky's hand buried itself in your hair while his other was pressed against Steve's chest, stroking over his pecks. In the time you two kissed, Steve watched you for a moment before his gaze slid to Bucky's crotch where a damp stain was visible on the sweatpants he was sleeping in. He couldn’t stop the grin creeping onto his lips.

Cute.

A raspy, low laugh escaped him. You knew that sound. A hungry sound that meant only good things, always involving many amazing orgasms. This made Bucky and you break away from each other. Immediately, Bucky followed Steve's gaze and blushed again.

"Sorry, I-" "Shhh, shhh, don't even start with that. You don't have to apologize or be ashamed, don't worry baby" Steve breathed, pulling Bucky right over his own hardening dick, making them both gasp.

Slowly Steve laid Bucky down on the bed between you and started kissing his neck. This made the laying an moan softly. With one hand he stroked through Steve's hair while with the other he stroked your arm and then pulled you closer by the wrist. You immediately leaned over him and gently kissed his lips, making him gasp quietly. The kiss quickly became more passionate and demanding. Our tongues fought for dominance- until you won and Bucky slowly gave up the control into your and Steve’s hands, just enjoying being worshiped by two people. A soft gasp escaped him. "I still can taste him… I can still taste Steve" he breathed against your lips. You grinned and kissed the soldier again, this time with even more tongue than before.

When he suddenly jerked hard and moaned, you moved away from him. Immediately your eyes fell to Steve who had taken off Bucky's sweatpants and was beginning to lick over his hard length. Under the slight light, you could see some of the previous cum coating Bucky's hard dick. Steve slowly licked him clean, letting his tongue play with the still leaking slit, before licking down his shaft and to his balls, sucking on them gently, Grinning, you bent over Bucky's chest and slowly started kissing your way down. Until your head was next to Steve's.

Steve looked directly into your eyes as he slowly licked all over Bucky's arousal. Sucking his balls into his mouth, slurping loudly while he let them out of his mouth with a smack. This made not only Bucky but also you moan. Fuck, this was all so hot.

While Steve was between Bucky's legs, you laid down at Bucky's side and slowly stroked the outside of his thigh. "You like that Buck, huh? What did you like most while you touched yourself so nicely?" you asked, grinning slightly.

It was hard for the other to answer at all, as Steve was still licking his hard dick. You pinched Bucky's thigh gently to remind him to answer you. "Oh-I-fuck-I saw you took him all the way in your mouth-and-and-oh God Steve," he whimpered as Steve sucked and took Bucky's length in his mouth, circling his mushroom head with his wet tongue. "-then he fingered you- oh fuck- fuck," he stuttered, making you grin.

Slowly you bent down to his hard cock and started licking over his length while Steve kept sucking and licking the tip. This made Bucky moan loudly and uncontrollably over and over again while he couldn’t stop thrusting into Steve's mouth.

He gripped Steve's hair with his metal hand while his other stroked your hair. "Fuck- I'm going to-come-I-no, no, please..." his words endet in a whimper as Steve let go of his dick and also pulled you away. "Please, I-" "Shh, baby, I don’t want you to come just yet" Steve then breathed against Bucky's thigh, grinning mischievously. His gaze slowly fell to you.

You realized what he was talking about- and you were totally onboard. That's why you gave a slight nod before kneeling over Bucky's hip. Bucky looked first at you, then over your shoulder to Steve- then at the ceiling, sighing.

"Am I dreaming?" he breathed, barely audible. This made all three of you laugh softly. "No, you're not dreaming, Buck" you grinned slightly and looked briefly at Steve. The latter gave you a soft kiss on the lips after which he slowly kissed over your shoulder. "Don't keep him waiting, honey" Steve breathed in your ear.

You grinned a bit, biting your bottom lip while you pressed Bucky dick flat against his abdomen, admiring him for a moment.

He was panting and breathing heavily, his chest rising and sinking slowly. His eyes were scanning your body, face and behind you, probably watching Steve as he kissed my shoulders and neck.

God, Bucky looked beautiful.

His nipples were rosy and hard. You imagined him having played with them while he had been touching himself, teased his nipples with his cold metal fingers while his other hand had been pumping his hard leaking cock.

You slowly sat onto his dick, just letting him glide between your slick folds. Your pussy was dripping at this point and you couldn’t wait to finally be filled by a cock. Bucky moaned quietly when he felt your wetness coating his twitching dick. Wanting to hear more of these sounds you leaned down to his nipples, your slick tongue circling the sensitive buds. This time he moaned your name a bit louder, grabbing your hair and pressing your head down against his nipples.

Someone’s sensitive.

Steve chuckled watching you tease Bucky. The chuckle suddenly turned into a moan when he started pumping his own cock quickly but stopping after a few moments. “Sweetheart don’t tease him so much” Steve pulled your hips a bit higher, grabbing Bucky's swollen cock and lining him up with your glistening hole.

Nodding, you let Bucky slowly fill your pussy. You both groaned as Steve got up from the bed and searched for something in the nightstand but you were more interested in the thick dick filling your tight pussy.

You sighed with pleasure as Bucky's whole length disappeared in your channel. It felt like heaven. For the both of you. "Fuck- you feel so good" Bucky breathed, looking back up at you. With a small smile, you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He used this moment to thrust hard into you, making you gasp when he hit your g-spot. "oh Buck" you gasped and started to move, supporting yourself against his chest. You moved your hips quicker, falling harder onto his dick, while his tip hit your cervix deliciously.

Moans and gasps escaped your mouths. A whisper made you open your eyes again- you hadn't even noticed when you had closed them. "She likes it hard" Steve whispered into Bucky's ear. And that's exactly what you got from Bucky. The next time he thrust into your pussy, you fell forward on Bucky's chest. He put his arms around you and started thrusting into you hard and fast without mercy. He was pounding into your slick pussy.

You could hear squelching with every thrust. You felt Steve gently stroking your hair as he took one of Bucky's hands off you- after you opened your eyes you moaned again, seeing he had put Bucky's hand around his own dick. Lightly, you bit your lower lip before lifting your head a little and opening your mouth, wanting Steve to feed you his clock again. "Oh fuck" both soldiers breathed. Steve wasted no time before he was already fucking into your mouth. His grip on your hair hardened, while he used your mouth like his personal toy.

You felt your eyes roll back, feeling so much pleasure being used by two men.

The way the soldiers thrusted into you, you couldn't help but moan over and over. Just like the two of them did over and over again. Especially Bucky, who was watching his dick disappear in your slick pussy and Steve fucking your mouth.

Bucky was the first who came. "Fuck- I'm going to cum- can I cum in-" "Yes, Buck, cum for us. Come inside her" Steve gasped immediately. “Fill our sweet girl with your cum. Fill her till she’s dripping with it.” That's exactly what happened then. Moaning loudly, Bucky came inside you, gripping your hips tightly. There would probably be bruises by tomorrow -which you didn't mind. You’d love to wear bruises from Bucky and Steve on your skin. Letting everyone know what you did.

Your orgasm overtook you as soon as Bucky's fingers slid to your clit. You moaned around Steve’s dick, letting him slide deeper into your throat. That was enough to trigger Steve's orgasm as well, as he immediately pulled on your hair and pulled you away from his spurting dick. With his free hand, he stroked his dick shooting his seed on your face, as well as Bucky's chest. When Bucky opened his mouth, he got a few squirts on his face and tongue too.

You were still lying on Bucky's chest, while Steve laid down in bed next to you. He carefully wiped your faces with wet wipes that he had from the nightstand.

"Are you okay?" the blond breathed into your hair, kissing your head gently. After you nodded, he looked at Bucky. "And... you? Are you okay?" he whispered barely audible. Bucky looked at him with a smile on his lips and gave a slight nod. "Fine, Stevie." Bucky's grip around you tightened a bit while Steve put his arm around you. You watched as Steve gently kissed Bucky's shoulder and when he turned his head slightly, their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Satisfied, you watched the two men, sitting up slightly- unintentionally you gasped. You had completely forgotten that Bucky was still inside you.

And

And he -

He was still hard.

Fuck

Apparently he hadn't been paying attention to that either because a surprised gasp escaped him as well. This caused them to break away from the kiss.

Grinning, Steve eyed you both, sitting up. When you wanted to lift yourself from Buckys cock, Steve gestured for you to stay, then looked at Bucky and put something on the bed next to you. Bucky's eyes got a little big, but he nodded wordlessly, licking his lips.

Your eyes fell to what was on the bed.

Oh

Oh

Lube.

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[notyetneedcoffee-posting]

The Bet

Kinktober - Cuckold NSFW - Adults Only

Summary: A card game leads to a more interesting game

The two men relaxed back in their chairs, stares unwavering. Neither smiled. Neither allowed their steely eyes to drift. The night was late and everything was down to this moment.

“Come on, whatcha got?” Steve asked.

Bucky leaned forward and spread his cards on the table. It took everything he could not to smile. He didn’t want to crow, but Jacks over sevens was a damn good hand.

A smile cracked the surface of Steve’s stoic face as he laid down Kings over nines. He leaned closer and teased. “Guess who gets the chair?”

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#Kinktober #Stucky smut #Stucky x reader #Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

[rogerswifesblog]

After some tiktok and a conversation with @jamneuromain we managed to come up with a new story idea for a single mom x Stucky au.

The fic would include;

Widowed single mom reader

Art teacher Steve

Geography teacher Bucky

Stucky!:)

Alpine the cat (or for Bucky rather like a child)

Later on:

pregnancy

Dom Steve, switch reader, switch Bucky

Pictures from Pinterest

Would anyone be interested? 👀

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[candy-and-writing]

daydreaming about mafia!stucky spoiling me rotten. fancy perfumes? done. expensive lingerie? stocked. the finest luxury clothes? already ordered. because their princess deserves it

#candys thoughts #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Saved

pairing: landscaper!Steve x reader, machine operator!Bucky x reader, stucky x reader - alternative universe

Summary: Your tractor break down and you're stuck. Will anyone come to your rescue?

warnings: fluff, teasing, banter, polyamory (kinda?), threesome, fingering, kissing, frotting, cunnilingus, petnames, slight dom/sub vibes, careful choking, smut

word count: aprox. 2k

a/n: This is a fic inspired by something that happened to be at work lol. Hope you like it! Beta read by myself and english is not my first language, there will be mistakes.

thank you lovely @late-to-the-party-81 and @navybrat817 for the hype on this one! <3 <3

Humming along with the song playing in your headphones you jump into the tractor. The winter snow is turning soft, and rain threatens to pour down. Every road in your town polished with ice, and you’re out spreading sand on the roads to make it possible to drive. You back the tractor up, hearing a weird clonky metal sound when you put it in drive. “That’s not a good sound,” you mutter to yourself. Suddenly the machine is tilting forward. You climb out, and see that something is broken, making it impossible to drive any longer.

You groan “Fuuuuuuck.” There almost no traffic, so you suddenly feel very alone. Fishing your phone up from your pocket, you call your supervisor. After explaining the problem the answer is “Sorry, but I’m in the other side of town. But why don’t you give Steve a call? I’m sure he’ll help you out. And Y/N? Just go home afterwards.” You sigh and hang up the phone.

You didn’t really know Steve that well. He was ridiculously handsome and one of the landscapers at your firm. Usually driving around in a wheel loader, or in an excavator, or showing off his broad shoulders while doing some manual work he made your knees go weak. 

Your finger lingers over the call ID, but you make the call.

“Hi, you’ve reached Steve” a dark, but kind voice answers.

“Um, yeah, hi. Its Y/N. Sorry to bother you, but my tractor seem to have broken down. You mind come picking me up? And maybe have a look at it? To me it looks like the something is broken, so I’m stuck here.” You nervously bite your lip, hearing Steve talk to someone in the background.

“Sure, honey. We’ll come right away”

You give him your location, then thank him and hang up the phone. It’s a bit chilly but pulling your woolen hat on and stuffing your hands down your pockets helps with keeping warm. Minutes pass by and you’re starting to feel abandoned. Why aren’t he here yet? Glancing at your clock you see that it’s been 40 minutes since you made the call. You walk around in circles and complain, when a silver pick-up comes your way. The car pull over and you can see that Steve is the driver. In the passenger seat is Bucky. Of course, Bucky is there with him. They’re practically attached to the hip. Bucky is one of the machine operators at the firm, his main machine being the road grader.

They stop the car and step out and towards you. Steve is a sight in his jeans and plaid shirt, dirty dark blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Bucky is also painfully attractive, in an all-black outfit with his messy dark brown hair and lapis lazuli blue eyes. They chat a bit back and forth, as they reach you.

“Hi fellas, thanks for saving me” you joke with a big and apologetic smile on your face.

“No worries, sweeth… uh Y/N” Steve blushes and looks down at the ground. Bucky chuckle and wink at you, and Steve give him a shove. Clearing his throat, he looks up at you “So… What’s up with your tractor?”  You show them the tractor and they talk together in hushed voices while they look it over and it end with both of them just looking at each other.

“It needs to be fixed at a workshop, I can call rescue now, but it’s cheaper to wait until after the weekend.” Steve looks at you, hands in his pockets and feet shuffling nervously. “We could give you a ride… if you want to of course, it’s ok if you don’t want to I understand just….” You chuckle and end Steve’s nervous rambling.

“I would love a ride, thank you.” You beam at him, making a deep blush rise to his cheeks. Bucky is leaning against your tractor when Steve signals him to get in the car. You are sandwiched between them, their big frames taking up the small space in the car. “Sorry. I’m afraid it’s not very spacey..” Steve give you a small smile.

Before you can even answer, Bucky drapes his arm over your shoulders. “I’m not sorry at all, doll. Shame it’s this roomy” he wiggles his brows and make you laugh out.

 You shudder, the waiting in the freezing weather made you cold. Steve’s hand come out to touch your hands and cheek. “Jeez, you’re really cold. Lemme just…” He cranks up the heat in the car. As you’re driving you cuddle up against Bucky, his warm frame helping to get the warmth back in you.

“You little shit, Barnes” Steve mutter out as you sigh contently against Bucky’s side.

“You wanted to drive remember – you wanted to be the one to drive to her rescue” Bucky argue back. A teasing smirk appear on his face

“Don’t pout Stevie, you still get to be the ‘hero’” Bucky say while making air quotes with his free hand. Steve glares at Bucky, and huff out a curse.

“You’re both my heroes,” you say, leaning away from Bucky. You lean over and drop a chilly kiss on Steves cheek. A cute flush creep up Steve’s neck and he clear his throat and looks over at Bucky.

“Hey! Why do he get a kiss and not me? I’m the one warming you up here! He just drives!” Bucky tries to sound offended but fails miserably, the playful gleam in his eyes giving it away.

“Oh right, oh right.” You laugh out, dropping a sweet kiss on Bucky’s cheek as well.

“Ha! There you see, punk!” Bucky looks very proud and pull you against his side, the shit-eating grin he’s sporting making you laugh.

The rest of the trip goes by quickly, both men joking and talking to you, and Buckys body heat making thawing you up.

“You wanna come inside for a bit? We’re making lunch.” Steve’s baby blue’s gaze hopefully into yours. “Of course! I would love to. If I’m not intruding?”

“Stop talking nonsense, doll. Let’s go!” Bucky grab your hand in his and brings you in to a lovely house. The hallway is light and roomy, the walls decorated with photos of Steve and Bucky together. Holding hands, and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. You look between Steve and Bucky and you mentally slap yourself for the stupid kissing in the car. Of course! They were a couple!

You pull your hand back from Bucky’s grasp and walk further into their home. Steve goes into the kitchen and you can hear him washing up and starting to move pans back and forth in there.

“Anything on your mind, doll?” Bucky whisper in your ear, his warm breath and velvety voice making heat lick up your spine. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you manage to croak out “Nothing special, no. Just… Your house is so lovely. It feels so homey here” you smile, kicking yourself mentally for believing that they really wanted you. Bucky’s smile beam towards you as he guides you towards the sofa and gesture for you to sit down. After fetching you a soda, he helps Steve in the kitchen, their playful banter heard all the way to the living room. A few minutes later lunch is ready.

“Come sit, lunch is served” Steve say with a proud and warm smile on his face. A wonderful smell fills the room and the most delicious chicken soup placed on the table. All three of you enjoy the meal, the conversation flows and it feels like you’ve been friends forever. After two servings (Steve practically force-feeding you the second cuz “You stood there in the cold, better not get sick”) you thank them for the wonderful meal. Bucky and Steve once again direct you to the couch and you observe them fondly while they tidy.

It’s easy to see that they love each other. They do a good job keeping it casual at work, but in retrospect you don’t have a hard time believing that they are a couple.

Steve pull you out of your thoughts when he sit down beside you. “You feeling ok? Warmer now I hope?” his soft gaze makes your heart beat faster in your chest and you almost beams as you nod your head. “Good, I’m glad” He say before looking uneasy for a moment. He straighten his back, then lift his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. You stiffen for a second, making him hesitate. However, when you melt into his embrace, you can hear him sigh and feel him relax against you. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you feel arousal growing in your abdomen.

A part of you felt shame. They were taken. Both of them! By each other!

A warm body sit down beside yours, caging you in. Its Bucky, leaning over and embracing you and Steve in a hug. Your heartbeat is picking up, and you can feel your panties getting wet. Bucky release you, leaning over and pulling Steve’s face towards his own. Bucky and Steve meet in a filthy kiss, right in front of your face. You can’t even breathe, the moment so filthy, arousing and scandalous. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest and your panties are ruined. A quiet moan escape your lips and Bucky break the kiss. You look at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh babygirl… You like the show?” Bucky smirk, putting on fake innocence. You look at the men in front of you. Bucky looks like the chesire cat, and Steve looks like he’s wrecked all ready.

“Anwer him.” Steve’s voice whisper out, low and broken.

“Yes. I like it.” I mumble out, afraid to meet their gazes. “Look at us when you’re speaking” Steve’s voice sounds like the crack of a whip. Your look up, meeting their stare with newfound bravery. You even tilt your shin up, making Steve huff out a chuckle.

“Good girl.” A shiver run down your spine, arousal making your breath shallow and fast. Steve’s hand come up to cradle your face. “May I kiss you?” He whispers against your lips, almost touching. You lean in, closing the distance. The kiss is soft and sweet, before it turns need, rough and downright filthy.

Steve is ripped away from you, Bucky’s hand firmly planted in his hair. “Enough, it’s polite to share” Bucky’s hand slide from Steve’s hair and lands around his throat, squeezing softly making Steve choke out a moan. Bucky’s looks at you, his stare hungry, like a predator hunting down its prey.

Closing in on your face, he crashes his mouth to yours, kissing you breathless. It’s different with Bucky, he’s not soft and sweet, he’s filthy right from the start. Your hands travel up to his hair, pulling on the messy locks. Soft lips and scratchy stubble moves down your throat and you moan into Bucky’s mouth.

Steve’s hand travel down your body, sliding down into your panties. He moans out when as he slips a finger into your pussy. “Wow, baby… You’re so wet” He pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you push Bucky away to catch your breath. A guttural moan escape your lips, when Steve’s fingers fill you up. Bucky takes a hold of your work pants and panties and rip them off in one smooth motion. He sits down on the floor between your legs, his mouth inches from your clit. The coolness of the air and Bucky’s hot breath against your bud makes goosebumps appear on your body.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight.” Steve’s voice is gruff and low. You look at Bucky between your legs and he smirks and blow air right onto your clit. When you gasp and whine he simply licks his lips and trail his hand up Steve’s thigh. You look at his hand, how it trails all the way up to the big bulge in Steve’s lap, threatening to burst the zipper any time now. He expertly opens the button and the zipper and wrap his fist around Steve’s impressive length.

At the same time as Steve moan out, Bucky licks a stripe up your pussy. The tip of his tongue dipping in beside Steve’s fingers before circling around your clit before sucking the nub into his mouth. Your orgasm come crashing down on you, so intense you almost black out for a second. Steve’s fingers working over your g-spot prolonging your orgasm while Bucky eats you out like a starved man. You push them away with overstimulation, making Bucky whine.

“Hey, I wanted more” He looks at you, pouting. You’re too fucked out to say anything, the aftershocks of the orgasm making you feel like you’re floating. “Come here, Buck.” Steve grabs a hold of Bucky’s hair and pull him into his own lap. Seeing Bucky straddle Steve makes heat flare inside you, the sight was suck a turn-on. Steve takes the fingers he was fucking you with, and hold them in front of Bucky’s face. “Here you go, sweetheart” Bucky takes the fingers into his mouth without any hesitation and moans loudly as he licks them clean.  

“That’s enough, Angel.” Steve coo, as he pulls his fingers out of Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s tongue come out to lick his lips. Steve and Bucky meet in a kiss, and it’s the most sexy thing you’ve seen in your life. Two big beefy men, tongues fighting for dominance and hips rolling, rubbing their cocks together. You look at them with big eyes, and moan with them when they cum.

They hold on to each other to catch their breath. Bucky is the first to look at you. “I wish your tractor broke down sooner, doll”

You laugh loudly and mumble “me too, boys. Me too.”

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No, it’s a new beginning.

pairing: Stucky x reader.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: some angst, some fluff, forgiveness (because apparently this needs to be a warning.) pregnancy, babies, giving birth nothing graphic because idk what im talking about. Stucky and their feelings/crying. Please let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: first of all I want to say thank you to everyone that read, liked, commented and reblogged part one. It means so much you have no idea!!!! I really hope you enjoy part two. When I first got this idea the ending(this part) is what first came to mind. Some might not like it and that’s ok just please be kind.

I did try to tag everyone that requested if I forgot I’m sorry. There were some that I tried to tag and couldn’t.

Part 1

They had convinced Tony to display the facial recognition software on every single electronic device in the apartment that could show it. That was all they did, sit in the living room or in bed and watch as pictures and videos were scanned. They even started taking shifts to make sure they didn’t miss an alert. They were barely taking care of themselves, staying glued to a Tv, tablet, phone or computer. They had locked themselves in the apartment and declined going on any mission until you were back or at least until they knew you were safe. Sam and Nat were the only ones that they would allow into the apartment. Bucky and Steve were dead set on finding you no matter how long it took.

Steve and Bucky talked in those times on how they would apologize and make it up to you. But after the fight Bucky was left with doubts on whether he was good enough for both you and Steve. Although the blonde assured him that he was more than enough and he acknowledged that it was his fault Bucky was questioning himself and the role he played in their relationship. They even talked about only one of them being in a relationship with you but they could never imagine that you would reject them, so they prepared themselves for every scenario except for that one.

Bucky sat on the couch in the dark living room, the only light source was the Tv. The images flashed by quickly as F.R.I.D.A.Y compared them to various pictures of you at different angles to try and get the best match. He had his arms stretched out on the back of the couch and one sleepy Steve leaning against his shoulder. They shared a blanket as Steve tried to keep his eyes open. Bucky places a kiss on Steve’s temple and moves to drape his arm around the blonde’s shoulder.

“I have a feeling we’re getting close. We’re going to find her tonight.” Bucky whispers mostly to himself thinking Steve has already fallen asleep.

“You think so?” Steve asks with a yawn as he continues to fight the drowsiness.

“Yeah I do. Now get some sleep, it's my turn to stay up and watch anyway.”

It’s around 4 am when the software stops searching and one single image flashes. Bucky on the edge of sleep blinks the drowsiness away as he begins to study the image. He stands abruptly causing Steve to wake up. Bucky stands close to the tv, his eyes watery. There in the background of someone’s picture of a festival is you, well most of you. Looking over your shoulder toward the festivities, a small smile gracing your lips but sadness is what is reflected in your eyes.

“Is that her?”

“Yeah Stevie. I told you we’d find her tonight. Let’s get the coordinates of this place and try to find her.”

You have been living on your own for 5 months now. Well not completely alone you had Bow and Arrow to keep you company. The time away was certainly bittersweet, little by little you began to build walls around yourself. It felt like it was getting easier to distance yourself from the feelings you had for them. Although there were times when you missed them terribly and there are days when you still cry but overall you are beginning to move on.

In the last couple of weeks you’ve had Laura and Nat visit, but today you had Clint with you. He had promised to fix some things around the house for you and you could see him through the sliding doors sitting on the steps in the back, trying to do who knows what when the perimeter alarm went off. You had been in the kitchen getting lunch ready when you heard it. Your first instinct was to go to your room when you heard two car doors slam shut. Frozen to the spot you were standing in you can’t do anything else but listen, your breath hitches when there is a knock at the door. You look out into the backyard through the sliding door and don’t see Clint, knowing he has to be somewhere with his weapons so you make your way to the door. Opening it just enough so that you can see out while keeping your body behind it, ready to shut it just in case. Your heart drops into your stomach. Out of anything you expected this was not it.

“Steve?”

“Hi, sweetheart.” He says in that gentle way he reserved only for you and Bucky. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“We?”

He shifts to the side and the movement allows you to see Bucky leaning against the car they came in with his hands in his pockets and keeping his head down. He tilts his head up when he hears your voice, meeting your eyes for just a moment before looking away. He looks tired, they both do and there is a part of you that worries about them but you can’t allow yourself to give in to that side. You weren’t their priority and they aren’t yours anymore.

Steve looks out toward Bucky and as he turns around you notice him get tense.

“Barton?” He says incredulously as he stares at Clint with his bow and arrows at the ready. He lowers it when he realizes it’s just Steve.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks as he rushes and grabs the front of Clint’s shirt. “We’ve been looking for her for months. You’ve-“

“Steve.” Bucky yells trying to get the other man’s attention as you fully open the door fully and step outside. He looks at you and rushes over and jumps over the railing to get Steve to ease up.

“You could have said something.” He seethes.

Clint wraps his hands around Steve’s wrist.

“Steve.”

“We’ve spent months looking for Y/N worried that someone could have hurt her.”

“Steve, stop.”

“That’s enough, let him go.” You yell at him.

“No, you don’t get it. We were worried, we did nothing but try to find you for five months.” Steve says as he finally lets him go and turns to look at you.

Standing by the door you’re wearing one of Bucky’s henleys along with leggings and fluffy socks. He’s angry and hurt someone he trusted lied to him. You can see it in his face until his eyes travel down your body. His expression falters as his eyes land on your belly, making you wrap your arms around it protectively.

“You’re pregnant?” He can barely get the words out as a new wave of emotions hit him.

Bucky is the first one to move, he takes a step towards you. His eyes are glassy from unshed tears and a small smile begins to appear on his face.

“Don’t.” You tell him as you place a hand in the doorknob ready to go back inside. Away from this whole situation, you knew you would have to talk to them some day but not like this you weren’t ready.

“Darling please?” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. All he knows is that you're standing there in his shirt looking as beautiful as ever and you’re cradling your bump. He still can’t even fully process it, the three of you had discussed the possibility of starting a family in the future but never came to an agreement since it was still a new relationship.

“Whatever it is you want, the answer is no. I want you gone.” You begin to open the door but a hand wraps around your upper arm making you turn, damn them and their quick silent steps. Steve is looking down at you, his eyes scanning your face almost as if he still can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him.

“I know we don’t deserve a chance, but sweetheart please. It’s not just us anymore we have a baby on the way and we want to be here for you.” His eyes pleading for a chance.

You laughed, it was bitter and humorless but you laughed in his face. The anger you had tried to leave behind came crashing down.

“You want to be here for me? Fuck both of you. Where were you 6 months ago when I needed you? You don’t get to show up at my home and ask for a chance you don’t deserve. I trusted both of you and I took care of you even when you weren’t speaking to me and for what?” You began to cry, it was all too much too fast. Of course Steve tried to calm you but that only made you angrier as you slapped his hands away.

“Don’t, you don’t get to try and make me feel better. You’re the reason all of this happened in the first place.”

“I know, I know it’s my fault please I just want to apologize.”

“Well I don’t want to hear it. I’ve moved on. I picked up the broken pieces and I put them back together without you.”

“What about the baby?” His voice was small and he was now looking at the floor.

It was tiring trying to be the one to put you back together and you want them to hurt the same way you did so the lie slipped before it could be stopped.

“It’s not yours Steve and it’s not Bucky’s either.”

“No, I don’t believe that.” Bucky shakes his head coming up behind Steve. “Please don’t say that. That’s our baby Y/N I know it is.”

“Guys why don’t you give her some space. This is a lot for her and she needs to rest.”

“Why don’t you stay out of it Barton. You’ve done enough.” Bucky turns to glare at him still at the end of the porch.

“I don’t think I will because while the two of you were being selfish assholes I was the one looking out for her.” Both men stood toe to toe. “Now Y/N said she wants you gone so leave.”

Steve looks at Bucky and Clint then turns back to you and grabs both of your hands in his, like he used to do when he had to say something important. “Please we just want to talk.”

You shake your head while you pull away from him and open the door and as soon as you pass through you begin to close it but his hand stops it. Clint yells at them that they’re crossing a line while he pushes the door open. But Steve is desperate and even if you don’t forgive him, if you forgave Bucky that would be enough. So he starts to say something but a growl stops him. Arrow moves in between your legs, teeth bared growling at Steve while Bow stands to your left. Steve moves to stand upright and Bow snarls at him, taking a step forward. Both dogs are ready to attack if necessary.

Steve clears his throat as he looks down at both guard dogs. “They aren’t going to attack me right?”

“I don’t know Steven, are you going to come in uninvited?” You ask as you cross your arms over your chest.

“No, we aren’t.”

“Bow, Arrow sit.” You command. The dogs sit, with Arrow’s head pressed against your bump.

“Thank you.” Is the last thing you hear him say as you slam the door in his face.

You wipe the tears away as you head towards your bedroom and lay down. Arrow jumps on the bed and turns a couple of times before laying down with her head near your belly. Bow lays on the floor behind you preferring the rug to the bed. He huffs and lifts his head up when the sound of footsteps start to get closer. There is a knock on the doorframe and you look up seeing Clint leaning against the frame, sporting a bloody lip.

“There should be a first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom.”

“It’s ok kid, trust me when I say I’ve had worse.” He says as he pushes himself off the doorframe. “You should see the black eye Steve and Bucky are going to have.”

“S’not enough.”

He chuckles as he sits on the bed. “It isn’t but I'm pretty sure you hurt them worse by saying these babies aren’t theirs.”

“So what? it’s better that they think the twins aren’t theirs. Now they don’t have to feel obligated to stay for the kids.” You say as you sit up and begin to wipe your tears again. Arrow shifts and lays her head on your lap.

“They didn’t know you were pregnant when they were searching for you. That should count for something.” He says with a shrug.

It’s true they had no idea but you didn’t want to be rational. It seemed like they had fixed their relationship and you were happy for them. But that didn’t change that they decided to shut you out. And you couldn’t worry about your own feelings now, you had babies on the way that would need consistency and what if they decided to walk out again. You could handle it for sure but not them.

“I’m not going to make my decision on the sole fact that I’m pregnant. They can be in the twin’s lives without us being in a relationship.” You scoff “whose side are you on anyways?”

“Yours obviously. Always have always will be. I just want you to make the right decision for yourself. And the only way to do that is to look at all sides of the situation. I know you’re hurting and seeing them again must have been hard but at some point you’re going to have to face them and make a choice.”

You scowl at him, annoyed that he has a point. “When did you become so wise?”

“When I stopped crawling around in the vents at the tower.” He laughs.

“I’m not going to talk to them now, but do you know where they went?”

“Nope. But I bet they’re going to stay close by until they get the chance.”

“Figured as much. All I can say is that I’ll think about it.”

“Atta girl. I’m gonna finish up and Then I’m gone. I’ll be at the farm if you need anything.”

“Ok, thanks again Clint. I really don’t know where I’d be without you.”

He places a kiss on your head and heads out.

You spend the rest of the afternoon and the next day thinking about what to do. You love them, they were it for you. If they had asked you to follow them to the ends of the earth you would have done it no questions asked. It wasn’t a question of whether you would forgive them or not, it was a matter of if they did it again. So you thought of what you would say to them if you would consider giving them another chance.

A knock at the door woke you up from the nap you took on the couch. It was exhausting being in this situation but you get up and head to the door guard dogs walking behind you. It doesn’t surprise you to find Bucky standing there. Hair disheveled one hand in his pocket while the other held a bag. You look past him expecting to see Steve but he wasn’t there.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” He said. “I Um- there is this little Italian restaurant in town and I thought you’d like it so I brought your favorite.” He holds up the bag.

Standing there staring at each other you’re considering if you should let him in. His eyes are full of love and regret. In that moment you know it’s now or never. You’ll hear him out that way at least you have the whole story and can make your decision based on that although it’s hard to try and be level headed in a situation like this. You open the door and step aside.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask. His eyes widened at your question. It’s the last thing he expected to hear, it seemed he was ready to run just in case you made the dogs chase him.

“Uhm, are you sure? I mean I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. Really I just wanted to make sure you and the baby were ok. We shouldn’t have shown up like that it-“ You put your hand over his mouth to keep him from rambling any more.

“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to but the offer stands.” You remove your hand and move so that he can walk in if he wants.

“And your dogs won’t attack me?” He asks as he takes a tentative step through the door.

“Are you afraid of dogs?” You tease.

“No,” he scoffs.

“They won’t do anything unless I tell them too.” Grabbing the bag from him you say loudly “You can come in too Steve.”

“How did you know?” He asks as he comes around the corner.

“I just did.” You shrug as you turn and head for the kitchen. Getting plates and cutlery both men grab the food and serve it before taking it to the table. The three of you sat in silence as you ate. It was slightly tense and a bit awkward. Your relationship had never been like this and it made you question whether it could be fixed or if you wanted to fix it.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked after a while.

“No, sweetheart of course you didn’t do anything wrong.” Steve sighs and places a hand on the table for you to take, you hesitate for a moment but you place your hand on his. “I said things I never should have said and I certainly didn’t mean them. And I ruined the best thing in my life.”

“Then why did you leave? Neither of you would talk to me when I tried. It hurts that you did that, you know.” You look at both men as a frown forms on your lips.

“We know and there will never be enough words we could say or things we could do to show you how much we regret it.”

“Then why did you do it? Why shut me out.”

“I didn’t deserve you.” Bucky sighs. “That’s how I felt, after the argument with Steve I believed what he said. With everything I’ve done I felt like a burden. Then there you were in a flash right in front of me trying to make it better without even a second thought. You’re too good for me, for us.”

“No, I’m not.” You scoff. “You make it sound like I’m perfect.”

“I know but even when we were idiots and pushed you away, you were still taking care of us. I mean who does that? Who takes care of the person that hurt them. I don’t know if I could do that but you did. You’ve always been good to us and we let you down. I know you don’t trust us but we wanted to apologize for how we acted.” He gives you a sad smile.

“And you?” Looking at Steve, you give his hand a squeeze.

“I hurt both of you, so I thought that if I pushed you away and stepped back you and Bucky could be happy together. At first I didn’t know that Bucky left too. Out of the two of us I know I don’t deserve for you to even look in my direction. I just keep fucking up.”

“We really just wanted to make sure you’re ok. After what we put you through we’ll understand if you don’t want to see us anymore.”

“Well we can’t really be out of each other’s life if we really wanted to.”

“What do you mean?”

You place a hand on your belly. They both look at your movement and then back at you.

“But you said that neither of us was the father.” Bucky says, his voice shaky.

“I’m sorry, I was just so mad and I thought I could hurt you both just a fraction of how I felt. I’m just scared you’ll leave again. I would have to find a way to live with that, but how would I explain that to them?”

“Them?” Steve asks, confused before a look of realization crosses his features.

“Twins?” You nod as he moves from the seat across the table while Bucky, who was sitting next to you shifts closer. Bucky grabs the chair you're sitting in and turns it so that you can face them better. Steve kneels in front of you. They have tears in their eyes, both from the fact that they’re having kids and the fact that they haven’t been there for you. You grab their hands and place it on your belly waiting for movement. After a few seconds they feel a kick which earns a small gasp.

“I can’t wait to meet you.” Steve says under his breath before placing a kiss on your belly. Bucky moves his hand away as he sits back in his chair.

“Don’t do that, not right now.” You tell him.

“Do what?”

“Get in your head, shut down on us. I can practically hear your thoughts and before you say anything I know you’ll be a great dad.”

“That’s not what I was thinking. I was thinking about when you found out.”

“Oh. I um- I ended up on the medical floor because of the last mission I had been on, we got ambushed.”

“We know sweetheart, we spent all night outside that room. We only got a little bit of time before Tony and the others left to find the people that gave the order.”

“Yeah but I needed you.” You avert your eyes, remembering the heartbreak you felt when they weren’t there.

Bucky stood up and started pacing. “That’s why you left didn’t you, that was the last straw for you. You thought we didn’t care enough to check up on you while you were in the hospital.” He says to you before looking at Steve. “I knew one of us should have stayed.”

“Is this where it ends?” Bucky asks, sadness lacing the question.

The question caught you off guard, your breathe hitched in your throat as you avert your eyes. Your lower lip trembles because he knew you so well, really they both did and this was what made your choice so difficult. You had never thought of ending it really, they had become such an important part of your life it was difficult to distinguish who you really were and who you became for them. The last month at the tower had proved it.

He gives you a knowing look, he wants to say something but stops. Instead he gets closer and presses his forehead to yours

“I never deserved an ounce of love from you but you still gave me everything and you still are. I want you to know that you, Steve and these babies are the best things in my life. I am sorry that I turned my back on you. There is never a good reason but I was scared that you would realize you deserved someone that wasn’t broken like me.” He kisses your forehead then places a hand on Steve’s shoulder and pats it.

Steve is still kneeling in front of you, this time when he grabs your hands you let him. Tears start falling from both of you. He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses each one, then lowering his head he places another kiss on your swollen belly.

“I get it. We don’t even deserve your forgiveness, at least I don’t if it weren’t for me neither of you would be heartbroken right now.”

“I did forgive both of you, I love you both so much. I just can’t be with you not right now.”

“Hey it’s ok. You don’t have to feel bad about your choice, you have to do what’s best for you. We love you so much even though we messed up. We were fucking idiots but know that no matter what happens there is no one else for us but you. We want to be in these babies' lives if you’ll let us.”

You nod not trusting your voice.

“You have our numbers right?”

“Yeah.”

“We decided to stay close by in case you need us. Just call ok no matter the time and no matter what you need us for.”

“Ok.”

He stood up, pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the door. You knew he was hesitating wanting to turn around and stay like he used to do when you were together and he had a mission. Then you heard the door open and close.

The following days were a bit of a blur, you were still surprised that you decided to be on your own. You needed time to find who you were without them and it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. The love for them was still there that would never change but how you loved them did. With time maybe the three of you could start over again but for now you had two different Roger-Barnes to care for.

As a few weeks went by and your bump got bigger a new routine was set. Bucky, Steve, Nat and Clint all took turns coming to see you. Making sure you had what you needed. It was nice to have them around again, you could see that Steve and Bucky were trying their hardest to show you how important you were to them. Most of the time it was fine you accepted their help but there were days when the anger still showed up and you argued. They just stood there and took it, if it made you feel better at the end they could deal with you cursing at them for a few minutes. Before they left they always told you how much they loved you and that they couldn’t wait to hold the babies in their arms.

Steve and Bucky had tried to convince you to move back into the tower the closer you got to your due date but you were adamant that you wanted to stay in your new home. So they were concerned when you knocked on the apartment door at 3:00 am with Nat carrying your things, Bow and Arrow sitting at your feet. You were upset and when you saw them you launched yourself into their arms. While trying to soothe you they looked up at Nat waiting for an explanation.

“She had Braxton Hicks contractions and she freaked out that you weren’t close enough in case she went into actual labor. Then she started talking about the fact that the babies might have the super soldier serum in their blood and what if someone tried to kidnap them from the hospital. So we came home.” She whispered to Steve as she handed him your bags. She disappeared before Steve could say anything else.

Bucky had brought you into the shared room and helped you get comfortable, well as comfortable as you possibly could get. It was the first time the three of you were in the room that ended your relationship but you had been too tired from the trip to care. All you wanted was to rest and have them close and they couldn’t say no to you, not after everything.

It was a good thing that you came back when you did because just a few hours after you showed up you went into labor. It was painful and it felt like it took days. Bucky and Steve were at your side through all of it. The team was outside in the waiting room anxious to meet the new baby Avengers as they called the twins. They guessed names and who they would look like and at the end of all the waiting they got their answers.

Steve held your hand and wiped the sweat from your brow and when you finished pushing the doctor announced it was a girl. They let you see her first. Pile of blonde hair on her head. She had your nose and your eyes and his lips. The perfect mix of both of you. She was cleaned off and given to him to hold and she looked even smaller in his hands. Steve stood frozen in place looking down at his little girl, he held her close and whispered how much he loved her already. He looked up to see you looking at him and he started crying. Bucky walked over to him just to look at his little girl eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Before you knew it, you had to start pushing again. Bucky was at your side. He told you how proud he was and how strong you were. When it felt like too much for you he grabbed your hand and told you that you could do it. That it was almost done. Once you heard the cry the doctor announced yet again that it was another little girl. It surprised you to see the dark hair on her little head, you were certain she was Bucky’s and you were speechless. Bucky was scared to hold her, he said he was too damaged to hold something so innocent and precious but at your insistence he gave in. And just like Steve he couldn’t hold back his tears. They both stayed close by and when the doctors gave the ok they rushed to your bedside. Placing both little bundles in your arms and it was your turn to let the tears fall.

The next morning the doctor came to check in along with Bruce. He snuck in under the pretense of the lab results but he really just wanted to see the babies. With a small smile on his lips he congratulated you.

“Well you’ll be happy to know that both of them are healthy. Biologically speaking baby A is Steve’s and baby B is Bucky’s. It’s one of the rarest occurrences in the world; there have only been a handful of documented cases in which a woman has two children by different men at the same time.” He says as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“What about the serum?” Steve asks, slightly nervous.

“I made sure to run the test twice to be sure. They both have the super soldier serum in their blood but half of what you both do. There are no anomalies though so there shouldn’t be any issues but I’m more than happy to check up on them in a few months.”

“Thank you Bruce.” You smile at him.

“Do you have the names picked out yet?”

“You aren’t going to win the bet.” Bucky speaks up from the couch he had been laying on.

“Fine, I guess I’ll find out with the rest of the team. They’re waiting outside. Should I let them in?”

“Yeah they can come in.” You say.

Nat and Clint are the first to come in, Sam, Tony, and Thor following close behind. Steve picks up one baby and Bucky picks up the other.

“We would like you to meet Natalia Rogers-Barnes.” Bucky says holding the little blond baby. Nat rushed over to grab her.

“And this is Rebecca Rogers-Barnes.” Steve says as Clint takes her from his hands.

Nat and Clint stand close together showing off the babies in their hands while Nat says something about teaching them everything she knows.

“Hey what’s with the names, was Samantha not good enough for you?” Sam chides playfully.

“Bucky picked Rebecca for his sister. Steve and I picked Natalia for our chosen sister.” You inform the group as you look at the redhead. She had the brightest smile on her face as she looked up at you.

“Yeah well, just remember what you promised me.” Clint says as he give Sam the baby.

They all took turns, they talked about what they would teach them and how they would be the best Avengers when they grew up. You argued at that, no child of yours would go out to a mission. Everyone laughed and joked and it felt good to be back home.

After a while it was just the five of you. As the babies slept they praised you, telling you how great you did. You knew right then that they were already wrapped around their tiny little fingers and you smiled. Bucky came to sit on the bed and you shuffled around some to give him space. You sat up a little and once he was comfortable you laid down against his chest, he kissed your temple.

“Thank you.” He whispers in your ear.

“For what?” You whisper back as Steve sits on the chair next to the bed.

“For everything.” Steve adds.

The three of you sat down and had a serious conversation about your relationship and the future. Slowly the relationship was rebuilt. It was new and you were stronger. You pushed back when you needed to, and made sure your voice was heard this time around. Steve and Bucky worked on better communication with each other and with you. It was more than just fixing the relationship for the sake of the girls, you had found real love with them. They had found the person that accepted them flaws and all and they realized their mistake when you had disappeared. It had only been five months but it was agonizing. The one person that brought joy to their lives was gone and they never wanted to feel that emptiness again especially now that they had the girls a.

It had been three years since the twins were born. The team was getting ready to celebrate their birthday Tony going all out like he always did even if it was a kids party. He insisted he needed to do it because he wanted to be the favorite uncle, so you let him. Especially this year you had 2 three year olds to get ready.

They ran out of their room with their matching outfits. Laughing and calling out for their daddies.

“Daddy look.” Little Nat says as she rounds into the living room.

“Oh look at our pretty girl.” Bucky crouches down to catch her as she jumps towards him.

“Me too daddy?” Becca asks, running close behind. Steve grabs her and peppers her little face with kisses making her giggle. You stand by the entrance to the living room recording their interactions.

“Yes you too, pretty girl.”

“Did you see daddy?” She asks, pointing at her shirt.

“Yeah it’s a pretty pink shirt baby. Just like Nattie’s.”

“No look.” The little girl puts her hands on Bucky’s face and moves it down.

“Sweet pea, where did you get this shirt?” Bucky asks. Steve then looks down at Becca's shirt trying to see if there's something wrong with it.

“Mommy got it. Do you like it daddy?” Their pink little shirt had two words on it: Big Sister.

“I love it.” Both men say in unison making the girls giggle before putting them down.

They rush over to you taking turns huggin and kissing you and asking you a million questions.

“You should know that I promised Clint that if I had a boy I would use his name.”

“We’ll have to think about that one.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

The girls played for a while with Bow and Arrow. You sat on the couch with Steve and Bucky at your side.

From time to time you thought about those 6 months you had been apart and how much had changed. Sitting there you remember the question Bucky had asked.

“Is there where it ends?”

You smile now that you know the answer to the question.

No, It’s a new beginning.

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[fanfic-scribbles]

Marry Me Three

Sequel to: Marry Me 2 - Boyfriend’s Back (All Right)

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Marriage is stupidly limited. That’s okay– you’ve never found a box that could fit you anyway.

Quick facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes – Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, marriage talk, a little fade-to-black sexy times

MCU Timeline: Set some nebulous time after CA:TWS

Words: 3170

A/N: At last, the end of the ‘Marry Me’ saga. Please enjoy a bunch of goofballs <3

~

Bucky is brooding.

This isn’t so different from usual, but what is unusual is that none of your distraction tactics are working. The lovey-dovey stuff gets a little kiss before he’s back to stewing in his own head, the funny stuff gets a half-hearted smile before he once again becomes the protagonist of a Russian tragedy, (it is ridiculous that he is not actually Russian, honestly, even Natasha has commented that she feels lacking next to him), and your last-ditch attempts to be annoying get a scowl and some muttered curses before he turns away and does his best gargoyle impression.

Some research is required.

“Is there a reason you’ve started walking around with a notepad and pen and staring at Bucky?” Steve asks, like for all he knows the answer could very well be ‘no.’

“I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with him,” you say. “So I’m taking notes and observations so I can put them together later.”

“Ah.” He sips his coffee and stares at you. “That explains the new corkboard. No string?”

“I had to order it. They were out of red,” you admit. “It’s coming with the safari hat.”

He stares at you. “Why safari instead of a deerstalker?”

“The safari ones looked nicer and shipped faster,” you say. “If the binoculars weren’t more annoying than they’re worth I’d be using them too. Maybe if I’m annoying enough I can actually get him to talk about his fucking feelings rather than keep shutting me out.”

Steve pulls you into a hug and kisses your head. “I’ll try and talk to him,” he says and rubs your shoulder. As he pulls away, he says, “No smoking pipes.”

You hadn’t been thinking about that since your Sherlock Holmes cosplay abruptly stopped with the lack of nice hats available with fast shipping, but now that he’s said no you can’t resist the siren song of pushing boundaries. “Not even a bubble one?”

Steve shoots you a glare and wanders off.

Well, if Steve succeeds, hopefully you’ll be able to find another use for the safari hat. But until he pulls through you will continue to observe Boyfriendicus Moodicus and hope a solution presents itself.

~

Nothing magically happens to make things better. Bucky’s still sullen, but he’s sullen with a guilty edge when he comes up one day and hugs you from behind. “I’m sorry I’ve been a jerk,” he says and presses a little kiss to your head.

“You’re not a jerk,” you say and put your hands over his as Steve watches with a look of concern himself. The talk didn’t go so well, apparently, but at least someone else is on the lookout now. “But I know you’re upset and I wish you’d tell me why. Or Steve. Or an imaginary friend. Somebody.”

“I, uh…” He nuzzles you, preying on your weakness. Bastard. You hope he keeps it up. “I don’t know how to say it,” he admits. “It’s something in my own head, and I don’t know how to…say it right. So I wanna wait.”

“But you will?” you ask and he nods. “Fine,” you say uncertainly. “If it takes too long though I’m getting a little hand puppet, okay?”

Even the thought makes him look annoyed, which is exactly what you were hoping for. They know better than to test you on your most ridiculous ideas, and you make a few open and shut motions with your hand to drive the point home. But something about how Bucky looks at your hand catches your attention. There’s a brief burst of longing and what is he even looking a–

Oh.

Oh!

The ring.

~

Over the next week you take your Bucky Studies very seriously. He said he can’t verbalize it and you believe that– Steve has his moments but Bucky has an especially hard time talking about what he wants and what he feels, (and when you think about the why you end up clinging to him like a koala which is not ideal for observation but is great for very distracting kisses), so you don’t try to push him. The safari hat goes mostly unused, alas, but you do pick up on a few things:

A) Bucky doesn’t just give sad longing looks at your ring, but at Steve’s too;

B) If you and Steve are already fooling around, Bucky is a lot more hesitant about joining in than he was when you all started your, ahem, group activities;

C) A and B are very often paired together– and while A can happen during even just the mundanity of the day, B will always have that look of envy;

and A point 2 C B or whatever) The envious look at your rings is almost always followed by a flash of annoyance. And not at you– you’ve gotten very, very good at reading your partners’ looks of annoyance, (you even have a handy card catalogue you reference sometimes to make them very annoyed at you), but seemingly at himself.

It’s sort of remarkable that you can see all this, because while you’re more observant than people sometimes give you credit for, it’s still something special to be able to observe Bucky without having him call you on it once or twice. It’s nice that he’s so comfortable around you. But it’s not nice that this issue– whatever he can’t verbalize– is eating him away so much that he lets it show for all and sundry.

Still, now you have some data. It’s time to try and formulate some solutions.

~

“Hey Bucky?”

“Yeah doll?”

“Would it make you feel better if Steve and I got divorced?”

Bucky chokes on his drink. Steve, to his credit, merely stops cutting his food and looks up at you past slightly raised brows. You think it’s nice that he understands what you meant. Or maybe he doesn’t understand and he’s just used to your nonsense. If you’re being honest, it’s probably more the latter, but it’s still nice to have your general person so well understood that Steve can hear that and not worry.

“Wh-…” Bucky pauses to take another drink that actually makes it down his throat. “Sweetheart, why would I want that?”

“It’s just a thought,” you say. “Because Steve and I love each other whether we’re together in the eyes of the law or not. Just like we love you.” You have to hurry up when he opens his mouth. “And I know you know we don’t love you any less, but knowing and feeling are two different things and we all have doubts.”

“I don’t doubt,” Bucky says quickly. “But…you’re sort of right. It’s just something I have to deal with.” He takes your hand and tugs you in for a little hug that you both have to lean out of your chairs for. “I don’t want you and Steve to get divorced. I like that you two are married. Also, it’d be a huge pain in the ass and pro’ly wouldn’t do much.”

“Okay.” You kiss his head and lean back. Back to the drawing board. Luckily the drawing board still has some sketches on it. “It’s okay Bucky, I’ve got another idea.”

Both Bucky and Steve are suddenly distracted by ringing phones. You sigh but pull yourself together as they jump up. While they get ready, you shove their dinners into containers so they can at least have a little something on their way to save the world.

“I know it sounded bad, but you get what I meant, right?” you ask Steve in between kissing him goodbye. Multiple times, of course.

“I know. And I agree.” He smiles and kisses you one more time before letting Bucky in.

You make sure to give Bucky just as much physical love as you did Steve, but he’s looking at you cautiously. Still, he kisses you, and says, “Don’t do anything before we get home and talk about your ‘idea,’ okay?”

“Have a lovely day at work; be safe!” you say cheerfully. Bucky is about to open his mouth but you are, strangely, saved by yet more ringing from his phone, and the sounds of tires screeching outside. He rolls his eyes and runs out with Steve, not even pausing when he mouths, ‘We’ll talk later.’

You shut the door and turn back to your empty home. You allow yourself a moment of self-pity before you make a fist and hit it to your palm. This is actually perfect– an opportunity to put your plan into action without any super-significant-other meddling. You are going to get right to it–

–your stomach grumbles–

–after dinner.

~

They come back in two days, so it’s a good thing you decided not to procrastinate on your Secret Plan. The mission was quick and neither of them are injured, but they are obviously exhausted, so you cajole them into taking a nap. Steve is tired enough he does as he’s told, dragging a slightly more suspicious Bucky with him. But Bucky is just as tired, so you blow them both a kiss and, once the door is shut and you hear no more moving, you rush to your little box of supplies and start setting everything up.

When they come out for dinner the candles are all set, the food is almost ready, and your two super soldiers take a moment to fully wake up from their nap and appreciate the nice romantic table you’ve put together.

Steve clears his throat and leans in to straighten one of the candles that had tilted maybe a little worryingly to the side. “Oh, oops; good catch,” you say and put down their two plates. “Steve, come be helpful and grab the wine glasses.”

“Really going all out to welcome us home,” Bucky says, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Yeah sure, that’s what it is,” you say, smiling too hard to sell it, and you all but drag Steve into the kitchen where you promptly shove a little box into his hand, and mouth, ‘Wait.’

His eyes light up, but he grins too and nods, and takes the wine glasses and the bottle out to the table while you grab the last plate and go to take your seat. Bucky looks even more suspicious, definitely not helped by how Steve is the absolute worst at keeping a straight face, but you ignore your husband in favor of the modest but still delicious meal you made. “You’re probably starving.”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky says warily, not even attempting to grab his fork. “Don’t take this the wrong way but– what are you up to?”

You don’t answer, and instead take a bite. In all honestly though it’s hard to focus on the food– you’re very excited for this, and when Bucky keeps staring at you, you think…fuck it. It’s time to put him at ease, one way or another.

So you stand up, walk over to him, get down on one knee, pull out the box, and open it. “Bucky,” you say. “We can’t get married before God and law but…fuck ‘em. I love you just as much as I love Steve and if this is only legit to us then that’s all that matters. So, James Buchanan Barnes, second love of my life but not the secondary love of my life, will you marry me according to the law of this house– coincidentally my law– and be my top-secret husband?”

Bucky considers you with a serious face that looks close to cracking. “Will you promise to unassign “Secret Agent Man” as my theme song?”

“Absolutely not,” you say. “But when I sing it the lyrics will be changed to reflect your new status as ‘secret husband man.’”

Steve breaks, laughing and leaning on the table for support. Bucky even cracks a smile, but you try to stay neutral, to let him know you’re (mostly) serious. His eyes soften like he knows. Of course he knows– he knows you just like Steve does, by now. “Well how can I resist an offer like that?” he asks and holds out his hand for you to put on the ring.

You try to take your time, so that Steve can get over his sudden burst of amusement, but he’s still chuckling when you take your seat again. You take your wine glass and give Bucky a sympathetic look. “I wish I could tell you Steve’s proposal to me was more romantic, but it really wasn’t.”

Steve stops laughing then. “Hey…you aren’t seriously going to tell that story to everyone are you?”

You take a moment to consider. “Well, I guess orgasms can be romantic.”

Steve hides his head and Bucky laughs loudly. “Stevie you fucking cheat,” Bucky says with a wide grin and admiration in his voice.

“That wasn’t the real proposal!” Steve insists. “The real proposal was the next morning. That was…”

“Steve being unable to keep a secret to save his life,” you supplement. Steve opens his mouth and you wave him silent. “Yeah, yeah; you can work on Bucky’s proposal later. For now, eat. I worked hard on this.”

“I’ll take the orgasm proposal,” Bucky says but takes his own utensils in hand. “Is that a special I can order?”

Steve mutters under his breath and attacks his meal like it’s going to run away.  You roll your eyes but get to your food. “Dinner first, then honeymoon.” You take a bite and chew for a few seconds before you swallow and add. “And then cake.”

“The only surprise about this, is that cake is coming last,” Bucky says in amusement and follows suit.

There are so many responses to that. You, a true Hero, refrain in order to at least get through dinner and to the fun stuff without your husband and husband-to-be chucking you out of a window.

~

You get chucked onto the bed, which is way more fun and makes you laugh as Bucky grins and crawls over you in a way that should be slightly terrifying but is honestly just fucking hot, so that when he’s close enough you grab him by the shirt collar and drag him in for a kiss.

“That never gets old,” Steve murmurs, his mouth quirked in amusement as he settles in next to both of you, but his eyes are intense as he, seemingly content, watches for now. As you break for air, Bucky takes the opportunity to grab the back of Steve’s head and move in for a kiss just as hungry as the one he just gave you.

“It really, really doesn’t,” you say and lick your lips. Bucky’s attention is drawing back to you, as is Steve’s. You pull the shoulder of your shirt aside to show your bra strap and wink at Steve. His eyes go pleasantly wide.

“So we’re really doing the honeymoon, huh?” he asks, a full grin spreading across his face. Bucky looks confused, but intrigued.

“The dress is in no shape to participate, but the rest of it is fine,” you say.

“What’s this?” Bucky asks as you sit up and wrap your arms around him. Mostly to stay up– your core strength is nonexistent.

“Go on Bucky,” Steve says, laying on his side and unbuttoning his pants with one hand. “Make your wife more comfortable.”

Bucky’s eyes shine so bright looking at you that you elect to watch his hands as he starts pulling your shirt up, alternately grazing and dragging his fingers across your skin. “Don’t worry,” you say, lips turned into an expression that feels appropriately devilish. “Your husband won’t keep his hands to himself for long.”

True to form, Steve doesn’t, and soon the three of you are a tangle of limbs and love.

~

When all is said and done, you’re all in a contented pile.

Except there's one thing missing. You clear your throat. Bucky looks, but Steve doesn’t. You clear your throat again, and this time Steve lifts his head.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” you say and look at Bucky’s one-ring hand and at Steve and at the hand and at Steve and at the hand and at–

“Yeah, what the hell; I thought this was a two-spouse minimum household,” Bucky says. “How am I gonna meet my quota if you hold back on me, Rogers?”

Steve rolls his eyes and flops his hand back on the nightstand which, to you, looks suspiciously empty. “Are you sure, Buck? She’s like a five-in-one special.”

“Nice try,” Bucky says and watches Steve fumble uselessly for a nice ring that isn’t there. “I’ve been putting up with you too long to let you get outta making an honest man of me.”

Steve turns to look and sees the ring isn’t there. You glare at him but he puts his finger up while the loading widget in his brain circles– and then he digs around under his pillow. Bucky waits. You wait. Steve then pulls up his pillows and shoves his arm down the crack between the headboard and the mattress. Bucky shakes with quiet laughter and you gape. “I swear to God if you break my ring, Steven Grant Rogers…”

“The only way it’s getting broken is if it came out of a box of Cracker-Jacks,” he mutters and fishes for it.

“I thought of that but the only Cracker-Jacks I could find had stickers,” you say, not intending to admit to the five different stores you went to and examined thoroughly. You wouldn’t say you’re banned from any of them, but maybe it’s best not to go back to that Wegman’s anymore. At least, not during the night manager’s shift.

Steve stops and looks at you. “Seriously?”

“I thought it would be cute!” You cock your head at him. “Also how long have you known me that you’re still asking that?”

He grins and leans over to give you a kiss– and then props himself up on one arm as he gives Bucky a sweet smile, holding up the (slightly dusty) box. “Hey jerk.”

Bucky snorts. “Hey punk.”

Steve breaks out the soulful eyes and opens the box. “Marry me?”

You snicker to yourself and Bucky sighs as though put upon, but he holds out his hand and Steve slides the ring on. Right on top of yours. “Knew I was stuck with you when you tried to shove me and ended up right on your ass,” he says and kisses Steve. “Yes.”

~

The next morning you put down the silverware, stick Cracker-Jack stickers on their cheeks, and you all go on in your lives– as husband, husband, and wife.

~The End~

~Omake~

“Wait.” Bucky looks at the rings, then at you. “How did you get my measurements?”

You smile sweetly.

Steve stares at you, and sighs. “Did you have Natasha break in again?”

“No.” They stare at you. “Really!” More staring. “…Maybe.” They glare at you. “It’s Russian Spy Enrichment!” You throw up your hands. “God forbid I help out my friends.”

Both of them groan. It’s okay– as far as you’re concerned, they’re stuck with you.

~ The End (for real!)~

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[veltana]

No one as sweet as you

Stucky/Fem!Reader

Explicit | ~9.4k

When you’re hurt by your boyfriend you go to the two people you can depend on for anything, Steve and Bucky, your best friends.

This is set while they were living together in college. It focuses on their relationship and how Bucky and Steve started to develop feelings for Sweets as more than just their best friend.

Steve's break-up

Teen | ~1k

Bucky's break-up

Mature | ~1.7k

Reader's break-up

Teen | 1.9k

Realization

Stucky

Explicit | 1.6k

Steve/Sweets | Explicit

Moodboard and banners done by me.

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[notyetneedcoffee]

DND

Kinktober - Threesome NSFW - Adults only

A/N: Sorry I missed yesterday! I'll make up for it by posting twice today.

Summary: Time to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door.

Steve Rogers hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outer knob of the door, closed it, locked it, and sighed. “Thank god.”

Bucky pulled the curtains closed, making sure no light from the city snuck through. You kicked off your heels. One corner of Bucky’s mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Getting comfortable, Doll?”

You stood, approached Bucky, and ran your fingers over his chest. “We never get any alone time. I don’t intend to waste any of it.”

Steve’s large warm hands rubbed your shoulders. “Always the practical one.”

Bucky deftly unbuttoned the front your dress. His tongue wet his lower lip, eyes darting between the freshly exposed skin of your chest and the sight of Steve kissing your neck. Your head tilted to the side, allowing for better access. Steve’s teeth tugged at your earlobe.

Steve pushed the dress down until it fell to the floor. With sure, practiced fingers, he unfastened your bra. As soon as it was pulled away, Bucky’s hands cupped your breasts. He leaned forward, smiling against your lips, and kissed you deep.

Your back leaned against the solid muscle of Steve’s chest. Pinned between them, their heat engulfed you. Their scent, masculine and clean. Bucky’s hands pulled at your body, one warm and callused, one cool and smooth. You loved the feel of them.

Large hands turned your face. Steve’s mouth covered yours. His kiss harder, more demanding, than Bucky’s. You turned to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He leaned you back, drinking you in. Steve maneuvered you to the edge of the bed. He playfully tossed you to the middle of the mattress.

You laughed as Steve and Bucky raced to ditch their clothes. You shimmied out of your panties. Bucky hopped on one foot, his pants hanging up as he tugged. Steve gave bark of triumph at shedding his clothes first and crawled atop the bed.

He drank down your laughter with another deep kiss. Steve chuckled against your lips as he was jostled by Bucky. You felt Bucky pull your legs in his direction, just before his wet mouth kissed the inside of your thigh.

Steve’s mouth moved down to your breast as you reached for him. Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking his length. He moaned and gave a delighted sound. “Fuck, I love this.”

“Me too.” Bucky nipped the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You squeaked and giggled. “Me, three.”

Steve came up on his knees, bringing his cock closer to your face. You stroked him steadily with your hand, pulling him to your mouth. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, the salty taste making your mouth water.

Your legs spread as Bucky settled between them. The touch of his wet tongue made you moan around Steve’s cock. Your hips rocked against Bucky’s face as the tension began to build. His fingers teased your sex, slid along your tight ass.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned. “You feel so good.”

“Tastes so good.” Bucky’s muffled voice added.

Steve chuckled, pulling at Bucky’s hair. “Then give me a turn.”

You laughed, as they picked you up and flipped you around. Bucky fell back so you landed face down on his belly. Steve lifted you up on your knees, pulling your ass cheeks apart and buried his face in your cunt. As you gasped, Bucky’s lifted your head by the hair and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Felt his cock rub against your body.

“Mmm.” Bucky smiled against your mouth. “Wrap that gorgeous mouth around my cock.”

You did. He was thick, girthy. Bucky rocked, pushing in deeper. Steve’s fingers sunk into your cunt, stroking your sensitive flesh, spreading wetness. Bucky’s strong thighs flexed under your hands. The three of you fell into a familiar rhythm.

The giddy feeling of fun morphed into a building fire, a desperate need.

Steve reached for the bottle on the nightstand, pouring its slippery contents over your sex. You groaned as he pushed his cock into your wet cunt, slipping deep and sliding nearly all the way out before pushing in again.   

Bucky’s fingers wound in your hair, holding you firm as you moaned. His voice was gravely. “Oh shit, that feels good.”

You felt the tip of Steve’s cock tease your ass. Pressure. Pleasure. He pushed in, a low curse dropping from his lips. You pulled away from Bucky, panting through the initial adjustment. The feeling electric, sending fire to your core. Steve moved slow, pushing deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck,” You panted, dropping your forehead to Bucky’s belly.

Bucky lifted your face, his fingers under your chin. His eye’s bore into yours, studying the ecstasy on your face. “What do you want, Doll?” He purred. “You want us to take turns, or you want to take us both?”

A flutter ran through your whole body. “Both.” You breathed. “Oh god, I want you both.”

Steve moaned. “Hell, yes.”

He pulled away from you and laid on his back. You crawled on top of him, kissing a trail up his chest, tasting and relishing in the way he smelled. You rubbed against his length several times before arching your back so he slid into your clenching heat. He kissed you, hands tangling in your hair, tongues battling.

Steve’s rocking hips paused as Bucky knelt behind you. The cool touch of his metal fingers teased your ass. Your heart pounded with excitement, anticipation. His fingers pushed past the tight muscle. Your nerves lit up, making you whine.

“Just breathe, Doll.” His cock replaced his fingers.

Intense feelings flooded through your body. So full. So many sensations. The heat of their bodies soaked through yours. They began to move. It all crashed together. The sound of breathing. Moans. Skin. Sweat. Smell and taste. So full. Pressure so deep.

Everything tightened. Your legs shook. Incoherent words and moans fell from your lips as they pushed you to the edge. Heat spread. You cried out.

“Fuck, yes. She’s coming.” One of Steve’s hands held the back of your neck. His face buried in your hair as he panted. “So good.”

Bucky moved deeper, harder. Fingertips digging into your hips. “So fucking tight.” He moaned. “Gonna, uh, oh.” He reached down and squeezed Steve’s balls. The other man let out a harsh gasp and pumped hard and deep.

Your whole body convulsed. Cunt flooding. World whiting out.

Steve roared, coming hard. Bucky let go, releasing his hold, following you both over the edge.

Your head rested on his sweaty skin. The rise and fall of Steve’s chest lulled you. You felt boneless, floaty. Distantly you felt Bucky’s hand trail patterns on your back. His lips touched your shoulder.

“Think we should get our girl in the bath, or let her rest?” Steve’s voice vibrated through your body.

“Bath.” You muttered.

“You heard her.” Bucky smiled. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. “But then you rest up a bit, because we don’t get these opportunities very often and I plan on fucking you stupid while I have the chance.”

“You and me both.” Steve chuckled.

You giggled, already feeling fucked stupid but excited for more.

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like the dawn

part xx- until the end of the line

“i knew i did from that first moment we met. it was… not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you.” - mhairi mcfarlane

summary: 78 years later, you, steve, and bucky get your fairytail ending

wordcount: 1k

warnings: slight angst, cussing

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a/n: i’m so so sad to see this series go 😭 but i’ve really loved it fr and i’m excited to see where to go next. i’m not sure if i want to start another series or kinda just do some one shots or re-open requests, but ig we’ll see where it goes. love you all so, so much, and thank you for reading. i hope you enjoy 🫶

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“Is that everything?”

Steve nods as he sets the last box on the counter.

It’s only been a few months since everyone came back, but you all decided to move back to New York to be closer to everyone. Back to Brooklyn, precisely.

Natasha’s funeral was small. Quiet and personal on the lake at Tony’s cabin. A statue for her was being made, and would eventually sit a block or two from the tower.

Her absence was always noticeable, but everyone was slowly coming to grips with it. She would hate to see anyone wallowing.

You’d given your Romanian cottage to Wanda, who’d been intent on working on the grief of losing Vision. She called every now and then, showing you your healthy chickens and garden that thrived under her care.

Now, with Steve’s recent retirement and a bit of cash from the government as compensation, you all bought a large apartment back home.

Two arms, one metal and one skin, wrap around your waist. Bucky rests his head in between your wings and sighs.

“Don’t wanna unpack yet,” he mumbles. You laugh, turning around to kiss him before grabbing a box.

“C’mon. The faster we get done, the faster you can see your surprise.”

Both of your boys’ heads perked up at that. You had been hinting at it for weeks, but refused to tell them.

It had been a guessing game for a while now. A pet, another road trip, a shitty musical on Steve’s life? (That last one was true, much to your disdain.)

The one thing they hadn’t guessed was the small box tucked in the flowerbed full of phlox on your balcony.

“You never keep secrets,” Steve says as he starts hanging up clothes in the large closet. “Shocked you managed to keep this one.”

You gasp in fake indignation. “Steven Grant Rogers! How could you?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Buck chimes in. “So inconsiderate.”

The blond rolls his eyes and kisses your forehead before grabbing a new box of clothes.

“I’m sorry, you are so very good at keeping secrets,” he grins.

Unpacking moves quickly from there, the three of you working efficiently as the sun starts sinking in the sky.

By the time you’re done, it’s 6:00. Stark’s throwing a party at 6:30, and he’ll throw a fit if you’re late.

He still bitches a bit when you make it at 6:15.

Most everyone’s there, smiling and filling each other in on the past months’ events.

Tony’s little girl is running around, Peter trailing close after her to make sure she doesn’t trip. Shuri and Bruce are in a heated yet friendly debate over AI, exchanging words that you don’t recognize, and from the look of T’Challa, who stands nearby, he doesn’t either.

Sam’s standing with your boys, annoying Bucky as Steve mediates. The new group, the “Guardians of the Galaxy” has huddled around Stephen Strange as the grumbling doctor creates various portals.

Everyone else is scattered about, drinking and enjoying each others’ company.

“Stark,” you greet at the presence behind you.

“Can’t get anything past you, can I?” he asks. You hum, glancing over at his new prosthetic. “How’s it been with the grandpas?”

“It’s been nice,” you admit. “Finished getting everything moved in today.” He nods, pretending to think for a moment before launching the question that brought him over in the first place.

“Soooo… Any upcoming fancy events we need to know about?”

You raise an eyebrow, not taking the bait. “Like what?”

“Oh, you know.” Stark waves a dismissive hand. “Two suits for them, a nice dress for you. White is really your color by the way. Plus, maybe it could have a nice cake at it. A few dances, nothing special.”

When you only deadpan at him, he continues.

“It could start with ‘W’ and end in ‘edding’-“

“Alright, maybe!” you finally say. “I haven’t given them the rings yet.”

Tony balks. “Seriously? Of all the people I expected to be nervous about proposing, it wouldn’t be you.”

You frown. “Why?”

“Listen, the three of you are madly in love. Anyone who’s anyone could tell you that, if any of us were made for each other, it’s you three.” He silently gags at his words, as if disgusted by the sappiness. “I hate it, but I’m right.”

He sips his (Morgan’s) sparkling grape juice. “Speak of the devils.”

You look up as your boys approach.

“Hey doll,” Bucky smiles before pressing a kiss to your hand. “Miss us?”

“Please,” Tony holds up a hand. “Spare me.”

He whisks away after his daughter, but not before nodding to you with a very obvious wink.

Maybe he’s right.

———————————————————————

That night, as soon as you get home, your boys are pestering you for the surprise.

“Fine, fine,” you concede, opening the doors to the balcony. “Go sit down on the couch.”

When you present the small box, you can hear both of their heart rates quicken.

“Um, the last five years, I had a lot of time to think,” you begin. “It was horrible, being alone. Sure, not everyone was gone, but you two were, and every morning I’d wake up and-“ You pause to swallow the tears.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bucky whispers. “You don’t have to talk about it right now, doll.”

You sit in between them, wings getting squished a bit on the plush couch.

You give a firm nod, pressing forward. “Anyways, when we were going back in time for the Stones, they had me do a test run.”

“Where’d you go?” Steve asks.

A pause. “I went back to our apartment. Before the war. And I grabbed this.”

You open the box, where three gold bands lie.

“They’re…“

“My parents’,” you cut the brunet off. “My dad always promised my mom he’d resize and put a diamond on her wedding band when he had enough money, but… he never got around to it.”

Steve and Bucky each lift a band, with you doing the same.

“D’you want a traditional proposal?” Steve jokes. You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Nothing about us is traditional,” you reply.

All three of you wordlessly slip on the rings, before Bucky pipes up from your left with both pinkies extended.

“‘Til the end of the line?”

You and Steve respond in kind.

“Until the end of the line.”

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Letters to the Moon.

Steve is gone. The love you and Bucky have for him isn't.

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings - None

Word Count - 869

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My Golden Boy,

I wish you could see him right now, like this. He's sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath. The sun is softly shining through the curtains. It dances on his arm, making it glow, like molten gold. His hair is tousled and messy - it's shorter now than it was when you last saw him. It looks so soft, so fluffy - it takes everything in me not to reach out and touch it. He's a light sleeper, and I don't want to wake him. He never sleeps this soundly usually. He wakes up every hour and checks that I'm still beside him, gently peering over me, watching me dream. He doesn't know that I know he does this. I'm not going to tell him.

The sun is reflecting off his arm and creating shadows that dance around the room. It's early in the morning, and I couldn't sleep. Writing you letters always gives me a sense of peace. Maybe it makes me feel better, knowing that I'm including you in everything.

I wish you could see him right now. He looks so soft, so gentle, so tranquil. Almost as if the last 90 years didn't happen. No trauma, no fighting, no war. He looks like that same boy from Brooklyn - the ladies man with the charming reputation, cheeky and full of life. It's easy to forget all that has happened in moments like these. It feels like time is suspended, just for a second. It feels like it is only me and him in the world, and it's perfect. Almost. It'd be perfect if you were here.

We miss you. He never says it out loud, but I know he does. So much. He laughs at something someone said, and looks around the room to see if you laughed too. I see the momentary sadness in his eyes when he realises. I feel it too. I understand why you made your choice, I do. Sometimes the selfish part of me wishes you'd stayed, wishes you'd fulfilled your promise. I know why you didn't, but that doesn't stop me from wishing you did.

Sam has been a blessing. He's integrated him into modern life - taught him about cell phones, and the internet, and tv and automatic cars and debit cards and electric coffee makers and sneakers and Spotify. I know he feels like his head might explode with all the constant new information, but he's grateful for it. It makes him feel a little younger.

I try, too. I walk him through museums, explaining what he missed. Wars, assassinations, revolutions, victories, losses. He listens intently, hanging onto my every word. He waits until I've finished speaking, and showers me with question after question, asking why and how and do you remember it? How old were you when it happened? We talk, we laugh, sometimes we just stand and look at each exhibit carefully. I think sometimes the words get too much for him. It's better for us to just be. We visit the Smithsonian, and walk through your section. We laugh at how young you both were, how ridiculous you looked in your original costume. We talk about how happy you were, how innocent. How unprepared you were for what was to come. I think he likes the Smithsonian best. The pictures of you in the 40s are how he remembers you. He's the only person in the world that remembers you like that. It must be lonely.

We have a place together now. Just outside of Brooklyn. Being in the centre of New York was too overwhelming for him. Nothing is as he remembers it, and it's disorientating. He won't ever say anything to me, but I know how he feels. When I suggested we move slightly out of the city, I saw the relief in his shoulders, the gratitude in his eyes, the excitement in his smile. Easiest choice I ever made.

He's stirring now. There's momentary panic in his eyes when he reaches out and finds the space next to him empty. He scans the room, and relaxes when he sees me. His eyes soften, and he smiles gently. He watches me carefully, as he always does.

"Mornin' honey", he drawls, voice deep and raspy.

"Morning baby", I whisper back.

"You writing another letter?", he questions, eyes filled with love and adoration.

I see it so clearly these days. It's a rarity, knowing that someone loves you more than anyone in the world. It's a feeling unlike anything else. I hope he feels it too. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him.

"Just finishing it", I tell him gently. He sits up slightly, and watches me as I write the final paragraph.

I really wish you could see him like this. Peaceful, relaxed, at ease. These moments are a rarity, and God do I cherish them.

We miss you. I miss you more than words can describe. I hope you're happy, golden boy. It's all we've ever wanted for you. I love you. Jamie does too.

I'm sure I'll be writing to you again soon. Leave room for us on the moon, honey boy. We'll join you some day.

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Good morning and happy Valentine's Day!😘❤️

I hope the two super soldiers have already gotten up and starts preparing you a wonderful date :3

(And NO! I refuse the idea that they don't exist😤😤 They do! Just not in the same universe🤣 and we could occasionally visit their universe in our dreams🤣🤣

Hey, happy Valentine’s Day to you too!!🥺❤️

Yes of course the SuperSoldiers always prepare wonderful dates (yes, they totally exist and we can visit them😩)

What would contain a Valentine’s Day with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes;

Warinings: mentioned oral fr, mentioned creampie, oral mr, p in v, male masturbation, Stucky x Reader, threesome and otherwise a lot of fluff

You are woken with kisses all over your body and Bucky between your legs, while Steve lost in paper, rock, scissors because, yes, that’s how these grown ass men decide anything in life, with a game.

And Steve always loses, unknowingly choosing the same pattern every time. Bucky had noticed it before the war even started.

So now Steve had to make your favourite breakfast, listening to your moans and cries of pleasure, always screaming Buckys name out. To torture him (at least it felt like that) you’d often also say his name. Steve, god, wish you’d be here too. Bucky I think I’m-oh god, Bucky, yes-please- Fuck Steve, come here-fuck-

Steve nearly broke the plate when he put it on the counter, feeling as if all his blood rushed to his dick, completely making it unable to think straight.

But finally he finished the breakfast and it seemed like you and Bucky finished too. He’d hoped he’d be able to join at least for a few minutes, kiss his lovers and spend a lazy morning with you-but someone had to make breakfast to really spoil you today.

He grabbed a tray and walked into the bedroom.

You were laying on bucky’s sweaty chest, both of your breathings heavy. A beautiful pictures he’d love to draw sometime.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart-To you too, idiot”, he added, as Bucky opened his eyes. You grinned, pecking Bucky one more time on the cheek, before sitting up and waiting for the food-but then you grimaced slightly, as you felt Buckys cum leak out of your sensitive hole.

“Thank you, my favourite super Soldiers in the world”, you smiled, giving Bucky another kiss on the cheek, before looking up at Steve, who was still standing with the tray and only his boxershorts in front of you. You saw the outline of his hard cock straining the boxershorts, leaving a wet spot where his tip was behind. Grabbing the tray from Steve’s hands, you put it aside, crawling to the edge.

When the comforter fell from your body, a soft gasp escaped both men, as your whole body was revealed, covered in hickeys and soft bruises from their grips.

Steve watched as you slowly pulled down his boxershorts, revealing his hard cock, angry and neglected. You didn’t waste anytime, taking him in your mouth, swallowing around him. The bed dipped behind you and you felt two metal fingers pushing into your puffy pussy, making you moan around Steve’s length.

Bucky coated his fingers in your mixed releases, before holding his fingers out for Steve to taste. And boy did he taste them. You looked up when you heard Steve moan and suck around the metal digits. He looked down at you when you suckled at his leaking tip, before grabbing you hair and pulling you off of his dick. “Fuck I’ve listened to you two all morning, I can’t wait any second longer”, he mumbled, pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs.

A moan escaped his throat as he saw the amount of cum drenching your folds, leaking out of your sensitive hole. A chuckle escaped him when he noticed how your pussy started throbbing, pushing some of Bucky's cum out. Such a beautiful picture.

Steve coated his fingers with Buckys and your juices, before spreading it all over his cock. “Buck was gentle with you today, huh?” While you nodded he looked back to his boyfriend, who was already pumping his hard cock in one hand. “Yeah we wanted for you to have a quiet morning…just taking care of you, making love to you…but you wouldn’t be mad, if we change it a bit huh? Would you like for me to fuck you? Hard?”, he grinned, grinding his hard cock between your folds, bumping your clit with every movement.

Nodding you moaned both of their names, spreading your legs even further. Steve chuckled at your desperate moans.

He buried his cock with one hard thrust in your pussy, the squelching noise obscure as he started pounding into you, not giving you time to get used to it. They both knew you liked it that way. Always loving the slight burn.

Bucky was the first to shoot his load all over his chest, still watching as Steve was fucking into you. You were a moaning and shaking mess, letting Steve do the work with his hard thrusts and circling your clit with his fingers. Since you were already so sensitive it only took a couple more thirsts till you finally came, nearly screaming their names.

After Steve spilled his load into you, he slowly pulled out of you, falling onto the bed next to you.

Heavy breathing you all laid there, not saying anything. Bucky was the one to move first, grabbing something to wipe away the cum from his chest, before he once again cuddled against you.

“Steve?”, you whispered. “Yeah, sweetheart?” “I’m hungry”, he grinned slightly, kissing your forehead and sitting up. “Okay, but you have to sit and I’ll give you the plate-“ “no, feed me.” “Feed you? But-“ “You heard our girl. Feed her-and me too”, Bucky grinned, leaning his head on his arm. Steve rolled his eyes, but there was still a grin on his lips. He started cutting the food, before giving each of you some bites, also eating himself a bit.

After that you all took a shower-or well, showers, separately, because otherwise it might’ve ended once again in bed. Not that you minded-but you had other plans for today.

When you walked into the bedroom-already wearing your pretty outfit, you giggled, watching the men find something to wear that (from what you heard) complemented their eyes. These two.

“You both look good in everything you wear-but if you really want to complement your eyes you should wear the baby blue colour, Steve, and Bucky you could go with the green one, it always makes your eyes shine nicely”, you walked up to them giving them each a kiss on the lips, before grabbing your jacket.

You spend a beautiful day with your boys, filled with museums, food and a wonderful mood. Not even a single person came up to ask for a photo or autograph. It’s like everyone was busy with their own lives, or maybe loved ones. It was definitely a nice change from usually being overwhelmed with all the people around you.

Your boys bought you flowers at nearly every flower shop you walked by, in return you bought them snacks, especially sweets.

They both had a sweet tooth, especially Steve, Everyone thought he was the healthy one, always drinking the green smoothies around the team but at home? He’d eat a whole cake in one go if you’d let him unsupervised. You knew. Because it already happened twice.

Bucky loves to cook, so he usually prepares all meals, occasionally with your help, but normally he just enjoys it alone. Creating something good with his hands. That’s what he once told you, when you insisted you could do the cooking, especially since they often have to train a lot and are tired.

But Bucky really liked cooking. It helped him cope. And he was also phenomenal.

“It’s getting dark, we should go home”, you said, looking at the sky. Steve chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you don’t have to be scared”, “yeah, we’d protect you”, Bucky added, only making you laugh. “Oh trust me, I know it. But you two-especially you Steve-should get in trouble again. Especially not on Valentine’s Day”, you grinned, already knowing both men blushed, without needing to look up. “You’re right, we should go home soon. We wanted to watch a movie anyway.”

So with that you discussed which movie you’d watch, while walking back home-normally it would be Steve’s turn to pick a movie, but he asked you to pick something for today, since it was a special day. Once again you felt your heart swell at how sweet you boys were.

Walking into your apartment you took off your shoes and jacket, going straight for the couch. “Buck, can you make popcorn? Steve always burns it”, you said, turning on the TV. “Yeah, doll. Steve, grab some beers and you can sit down, I’ll take care of the snacks”, you heard them talking for a while, before Steve came back, his lips rosy from being kissed. A smile spread over your lips, while you pulled him closer to you.

“Maybe we could watch a Rom-com? There’s this movie called ‘isn’t it romantic’, it’s kinda funny…”, Steve nodded, putting his arm around you. “Whatever you want baby, let’s wait for buck and then you can turn it on.”

Only a few minutes later bucky came back and sat down on the other side from you, leaning against you, till he was nearly laying on you. Grinning, you started brushing his hair with your free hand. “I love you both”, you whispered, giving them each a kiss. Having these two around was amazing. Every day felt like Valentine's Day with them. They were always sweet and attentive, surprising you with flowers or small gifts for no reason. Steve with his drawing and you with new baked goods, whenever he wanted to try out a new receipt. You couldn’t have imagined better partners than these two super soldiers. They listened and they cared. Not only about you, but also each other.

At first they had been a bit unsure about showing their affection for each other in front of you, but you assured them you wanted to see it. You wanted them to be happy. After that they kissed more often in front of you, hugged more, touched or just looked at each other with so much love, you felt it yourself. It was beautiful. They could finally be together, after so many years…so many ups and downs…

Some people didn’t understand your relationship. Three people in one relationship? Yeah, many thought it was weird and that it probably didn’t work…but it did. It was perfect like that.

“We love you too. So much…”

Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

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