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Epilogue

Oh my god this is it!

Warnings: 18+ all of the warnings! Smut, loss of pregnancy (not really loss of unborn child), abortion, infertility, hospital setting, cannon level violence (Peggy finally gets decked), dom/sub behavior, choking, breeding, our favorite trio gets pets! And Steve and Bucky start to figure out them

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Thank you so much for reading and sticking with me, supporting me, giving me ideas, rereading and sharing after all this time. I couldn’t have done this without you! I hope to still write for these little love bugs but the main story is officially done

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Bucky groans on top of you. All of his big muscles straining as he stretches you in the most intimate way. Your arms are perfectly arranged around those thick biceps that you can’t help but squeeze gently at his olive skin. You hear his metal arm whirl softly as he adjusts his bulk over you.

You let out a soft whimper as his dick twitches inside of you and you clench involuntarily. “Fuck,” Bucky growls and strokes in and out of you earning a noise of disappointment from Steve.

“She keeps squeezing me,” he argues, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you smile, stroking the hair at the back of his head.

“I thought you liked having your cock warmed,” Steve goads and waits for the two of you to get back into position.

“Not like this,” Bucky grumbles and looks down at you, perfectly placed to fuck your brains out if it wasn’t for Steve’s art project. “She’s too tempting like this.” You feel your face heat at the comment. “Can’t you just take a picture?”

“Wouldn’t look natural,” Steve mutters and his pencil starts scratching at the page again. He’s been at this for almost an hour. Steve came home from his jog to find the two of you in the exact position you’ve been holding since he decided he wanted to capture it on paper. Your back arched off the bed, Bucky’s metal hand comfortably wrapped around your throat, his dick buried as far into you as he could reach as he fucked you into the bed.

The mood changed though the moment your second husband told you to be still. It was far more sensual, you felt every groove of Bucky’s large cock keeping you held open as you had no choice but to study his features. He’d changed so much while he was away yet he was still the same man you fell for back in college.

You contemplate Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes while Steve walked over and arranged your hands in such a way as to show case the contrast of your skin tones. He tilted Bucky’s leg so the place where he disappeared into you was visible. He turned both your heads so your best features we on display. And then he told you to hold it.

“It’ll be worth it when he’s done,” you sooth, tangling your fingers in his hair again.

“I just can’t believe you put up with this shit,” Bucky grumbles obviously referring to the artwork around the room showcasing you in compromising positions.

“I don’t question the artist,” you smile.

“Sweetness, make that face you make when you cum,” Steve requests.

“Like this?” You stick out you tongue and cross your eyes doing your best impression of a porn star and making Bucky fall into laughter.

Your joke earns you a swift spanking from Steve. “Fine. I’ll do it myself,” he huffs and crawls into the bed beside Bucky. “Don’t move your hand,” Steve instructs as he pulls Bucky into a seated position on your hips and you instantly cry out, his cock pressing against that spot inside you that makes you weak. “Fuck her. But slow.”

“Slow, huh?” Bucky smirks and rolls his hips into you making you cry out at the constant friction.

“Perfect,” Steve praises. “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. My little princess.” But your cries and whines drown out his praises.

“Isn’t she just a fucking doll?” Bucky agrees and grinds against that spot making you scream.

“That’s it, Buck,” Steve grins. “That’s the face I want.”

“So, you like when I make her do that?” Bucky asks and grinds against you again making you writhe under.

“Don’t move,” Steve barks at you.

“I c-can’t-“ you whimper but you earn another spanking from Bucky this time.

“You heard the man,” he reiterates. “Don’t. Move.” He punctuates his words with deep strokes.

It’s too much. You claw at Bucky’s arm and clench around him so tightly he lets out a deep moan and grabs your throat a little harder as a warning.

“Almost done, princess,” Steve assures you but you barely register it. You’re so close to your breaking point.

“Ple-Bucky! P-please!” You cry. Tears slip down your face to further dampen your sweat drenched hair. Your begging falls on deaf ears as Bucky continues his slow torture.

“Steve, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. She’s got me like a vice,” he groans letting up slightly on your throat as you start to wheeze.

“Done,” Steve announces and Bucky instantly hammers into you. All those tight muscles released on your body, just for you. Your nails grip his shoulders as you tug him back down over your chest as his thrusts get sloppy and desperate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growls as you cum squeezing him into cumming with you.

The two of you are a panting, boneless heap as you both fight off the orgasm daze. Bucky lets out a soft satisfied hum and nuzzles his face into your neck. “Love you so much, doll.” His voice rumbles through you making you grin and rake your fingers through his long hair.

“Love you, my Bucky.”

You feel the bed dip at your side as Steve crawls closer to the two of you and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Mmm you are so good for me,” he hums against your skin.

“Love you, Stevie,” you preen at his praise carding a hand through his hair.

“What made you get all artsy today?” Bucky asks making himself comfortable between your breasts.

He just shrugs and uses his knees as a table to support his sketch pad as he adds in finer details.

“He likes to watch us fuck,” Bucky laughs softly.

“You two just look so pretty while you do it,” Steve mutters making you press your body up to see his work.

“He thinks you’re pretty, Bucky,” you smile, tangling your fingers in his long hair.

“I think he’s pretty, too,” Bucky smirks and squeezes Steve’s thigh. “Shame I can’t draw or there’d be pictures of him fucking you all over the place. Oh wait, there are!” The statement makes Steve smile despite his concentration. Bucky’s love of photographing you naked just extended to Steve when he came home. His favorite was when he caught Steve railing you over your car’s hood. He had it blown up and hung it in the garage “so everyone knows that cars go here” he stated while admiring his work.

Drawings and photos of you alone dominated the bedroom but the rest of the house was filled of you and your husbands. So much so that all of your friends refuse to come to your house anymore.

You groan softly at Bucky’s weight on your chest and he shifts down to your stomach.

“Too heavy, doll?” All concern

“My boobs have just been super sore lately.”

“Period,” both men chant before you can say anything else.

“You better get in here while you can, Stevie,” Bucky smirks spanking your thigh.

“You think I’m scared of a little blood?” Steve grins but drops his sketch pad on the bed anyway. “But I’ll never say no to my sweet girl. Get out of the way.” You giggle as Steve crowds out Bucky.

“He can get his fill of your nice wet pussy full of my cum,” Bucky groans but rolls to the side of you.

“I gotta fuck him out of you,” Steve smirks and kisses you softly. “Turn over for me, sweetness.” You smile and follow his lead. “Look at that pretty looking pussy, just dripping with cum. You have space for a little more?”

“Yes, Stevie,” you moan as he runs the tip of his dick up and down your slit.

“You’re so sensitive, huh? Bucky was so rough with you.” You whine into the pillow while he continues to tease you.

“Answer him, doll. Was I too rough with you?” God, it's too early for this! They always do this to you. There is no right answer, they just want you to pick a side so the other one can punish you. The longer you take to answer, the worse it’ll be. Steve grips your braids and tugs you up against his chest so Bucky and wrap his metal hand around your throat once more. “I asked you a question, doll.”

“N-no, Bucky. You weren’t-you weren’t too rough…” you whisper as his grip tightens.

His bright blue eyes rank down your naked body before meeting your gaze. “You’re lying,” he smirks, “but since you think you can take some more, Stevie can destroy you all over again.”

They both release you at the same time, letting you fall back onto the bed with a soft cry of surprise.

Never a right answer.

Steve hums and presses into you making you let out a sharp gasp. There’s almost no resistance as he uses Bucky’s cum as lube, the vulgar sound of him entering you fills the room. Your already abused pussy taking another beating. “Even after being stretched for so long, you’re still so tight,” he groans, pausing so you can adjust around him. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.” You let out a pleased noise right before crying as he pounds into you. “So fucking good.”

You whine into the pillow, clawing the sheets around you as you feel your insides tighten around him.

Steve spanks you roughly making you scream before pressing deep into you cervix and his head brushes that spot deep inside of you.

You hear a distant shutter sound and know Bucky is documenting all of this.

“Arch your back a little more, doll,” he instructs and you attempt to comply as Steve destroys your insides.

“Steve!” You cry and clench around him as your core tries to hold on to him.

“Don’t you dare cum!” Steve barks and grinds against that spot harshly.

It’s so much. You’re already so sensitive. “I-please, Stevie! I’m so close,” you mutter into the pillow. He can’t understand you and even if he could, he’d ignore you. You press up onto your elbows to catch your breath. “Please, Stevie! More!” You demand as his thrust become more persistent. Bucky pulls you into a kiss, distracting you from Steve’s wondering hand. You groan into your first husband’s lips when you feels an expert finger circle you clit. You squeeze Steve with all you have but he only grits out a demanding “hold it”.

You don’t know if you can. It feels like torture. Pleasurable, hot, mind numbing torture.

“You’re gonna break her, Stevie,” you hear Bucky warn against your lips.

“She needs to be broken every once in a while,” Steve snarks before spanking you. “Don’t you, sweets? You can take everything I give you.”

“Yes, St-eeee!” You cry as he grinds into your clit and that soft spot inside of you.

“Fuck!” Steve groans as you clinch. That’s it. You can’t stop it anymore. “Let go, princess.” His command is all you need before collapsing on Bucky in a spasming mess.

Your senses stall for a moment before you feel your insides being pumped with Steve’s essence. “That’s it, princess,” Steve mutters rubbing your hips as he empties himself. “So good for me. You did so good.”

You feel a set of arms hold you against their chest. You’re pretty sure they’re Bucky’s but you’re too tired to care.

They’re both menaces. Absolute heathens.

But you loved them so much.

“I think I like this one,” Bucky mutters showing Steve his camera’s screen.

“Damn. Is my ass that big?”

“Yes,” both you and Bucky respond with matching grins.

“It’s America’s ass,” Bucky laughs and you hear him smack Steve’s porcelain white butt making you giggle.

“How’s it feel, Stevie?” You goad curling into Bucky’s embrace.

“Keep it up, princess. I’ll leave you with dried cum all over your ass,” Steve threatens half heartedly.

You dozed off while they moved around you, cleaned you up and placed you in a comfortable position.

You wake up alone to the smell of breakfast from downstairs. You moan at the prospect of food. You didn’t realize how hungry you were. You pull on one of Bucky’s shirts. Even after a year of having him back you just haven’t grown out of the habit. Bucky makes fun of you and Steve because of it. He says it’s because you and Steve wear the same size shirt so they just aren’t comfortable. In reality, you just still find so much comfort from Bucky’s scent.

“There she is,” Steve grins when you walk into the kitchen.

“I’m amazed you’re walking, doll. I was about to have Stevie bring you your breakfast,” Bucky grins before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t think the pain has kicked in yet,” you smile before pecking Steve on the cheek.

“Delayed onset muscle soreness is a serious problem, princess,” Steve jokes before tugging a bar stool out for you.

“How do omelets sound?” Bucky asks already in the thick of cooking. He’ll make you something else in a heartbeat but you almost never ask. You’re just happy he’s home to cook and will take anything he offers.

“Omelets are perfect,” you sigh and rest your head on your hands. Steve and Bucky talk while you scroll through your phone. Their subtle flirting running each sentence. They’re cute. You know they’re still figuring that out but you love catching them curled up on the couch together or waking up to see Steve’s hand found Bucky’s in his sleep.

“Egg white, turkey, and spinach for the blond,” Bucky announces placing a plate in front of Steve.

“Are you cutting?” You wonder noticing his clean meal.

“No, Bucky is so he’s making me do it, too,” Steve groans and dices his food with a fork.

“And shrimp and scallions for my doll.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you grin as he hands you a plate. You take one bite and something is immediately off. It smell delicious and tastes even better but your body feels like it’s going to reject anything else.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks the second you drop your fork.

“I can make you something else,” Bucky offers.

You shake your head but simply tug out your phone to find something to distract you from your stomach cramps. “My stomach just feels weird,” you mutter and sip on your water.

You can tell Steve and Bucky are having a silent conversation above you without even looking up.

“Give me that,” Steve sighs and plucks your phone from your fingers. You don’t even bother protesting. You really feel like you’re going to throw up so you just attempt to stay as still as possible. “Have you been keeping up with your period tracker?”

“Of course,” you whisper dropping your face in your hands. You were trying to have a baby. Your fertility doctor gave you strict orders to track your cycle and symptoms and you were doing a great job. Updating your cycle app every night like clockwork.

“Princess, you haven’t had a period in two months.”

Oh my god!

That sends you running to the bathroom to evacuate the contents of your stomach.

Oh my god…

You and Steve spent almost a year trying on your own then another with Bucky and still no luck so you sought professional help.

To no one’s surprise, Bucky was functioning perfectly. Had enough swimmers to impregnate the entire eastern seaboard. Steve, on the other hand, was lagging slightly behind. He was put on a low dose of hormones and sent on his way. The doctor attributed to his bad health as a child and steroid therapy. Still, perfectly normal. But you…

Low egg count, irregular ovulation cycle, hormone imbalances. Name it, you probably had it. That doctor’s appointment left you reeling. You spent the rest of the day in tears thinking you weren’t good enough for your husbands. That you weren’t woman enough to perform the most basic female functions.

It took them a long time to walk you back off that cliff.

But you were two months late. You were throwing up your breakfast. Your tits were so sore. You stare at the toilet bowl trying to put all the pieces together but you weren’t left alone for long.

Bucky kneels next to you and rubs your back. Steve hovers nearby but keeps his distance.

You know what’s on both of their minds.

“Can I have my phone?” You ask. Steve hands you the device and you tap away at it while leaning against the toilet. “I made a doctor’s appointment…”

“There’s still some tests upstairs,” Bucky reminds you. You nod and stand up shakily.

“Whatever the result is, I don’t want us to get our hopes up,” you warn before stepping into the bathroom upstairs. “The doctor’s appointment will be the deciding factor.”

“I agree,” Steve nods, thick arms crossed across his chest in deep thought.

“I’m getting my hopes up. I don’t care what you two do,” Bucky smirks and kisses your cheek. You can’t help but smile at his optimism. “Go on, doll. Quit keeping us in suspense.”

You nod and disappear into the bathroom.

You’d prayed for this moment. Begged anyone who was listening for just one baby. Now you tapped your nail nervously against the sink counter waiting for the little LED screen to show you your future.

You emerge from the bathroom with two sets of blue eyes honed on you. You can’t help but smile at them and Steve instantly scoops you into his arms.

“It’s a ‘yes’?” Bucky asks in disbelief.

You nod into Steve’s shoulder. “It’s a ‘yes’,” you cry, happy tears stream down your face.

Bucky pulls you from Steve’s grasp and cradles you to his chest. “We’re having a baby,” he mutters into your hair.

You can’t even describe your joy.

Fuck what the doctor says. You were having a baby!

Steve has already settled on names for if it’s a boy or a girl. Bucky had all the baby furniture you could dream of on his wish list. You already picked out the bedroom you wanted for the nursery and how you were going to decorate it.

All you needed was a doctor’s confirmation to put it all into motion.

You laid on a papered bed while a woman pressed an ultrasound device to your abdomen. Bucky and Steve watch the screen in rapt attention while she explores your insides. You know she can’t tell you anything without the doctor but when Bucky lights up a something on the screen and a grin spreads across Steve’s face you know she’s found it.

But when the doctor stepped into the room, he didn’t look happy at all.

“I was hoping to have better news…” he starts taking a seat in the empty chair across from you. “You’re pregnant. But it’s ectopic.”

Your hands find your mouth instantly. You’d dealt with enough animal pregnancies to know what that meant.

Steve asks something but you can’t even focus long enough to hear it.

You were going to lose your baby.

The one you’d already fallen so in love with. The one that had already cemented a place in your home and in your hearts.

“Mrs. Barnes-Rogers,” the doctor says, snapping your gaze back up to him. “I know you’ve been trying for a very long time. I recommend getting a second opinion but don’t wait. We’re lucky we caught it early. I couple more weeks and we’d have to remove the entire fallopian tube. I know a few doctors that can get you in within the next couple of days.” You nod. “I’m so sorry,” he continues. “None of this is your fault. It happens in women with infertility issues. Please don’t blame yourself.” You nod again.

Bucky takes the list of recommended treatments and doctors and Steve asks the tough questions.

“What does the treatment look like? How long will it take? How will it effect her mentally? What can we do to prevent this from happening again?” The doctor answers them all in professional procession despite your husband’s growing irritation. A few tears slip from your eyes and Bucky grips your hand but you remain silent.

There’s nothing to say.

Once again your body was failing you.

By the time you’re in the car, Bucky made an appointment for the next day for another ob/gyn across town.

The three of you sit in the car in silence for a moment. You in the front seat and Steve driving with Bucky sitting behind you.

“Sweetheart-“ You hold up your hand to stop any further words. You don’t want to hear it. You just want to go home. Bucky lets out a huff of irritation and Steve starts the car.

It’s a long and quiet couple of days. You shut down mentally. You haven’t eaten a proper meal in days because your stomach is still rejecting food but now the cramps and the bleeding make it worse. Bucky does what he can to keep you comfortable but he stays quiet. Steve wants to talk it out, as usual, but you’re uninterested in any of it.

By the end of the week, you were given a prescription and sent home with orders to go to emergency if anything off of the list of side effects was felt.

You read over the directions for the tenth time from the back seat as Bucky drives the three of you home. It’s quiet in the car. Steve has seemingly given up for the day as he stares at his phone. And Bucky doesn’t tend to listen to anything while he drives so you’re just left with your thoughts.

“What is she doing here?” Bucky mutters as the car approaches your driveway. You crane your neck to see who he’s talking about. Nat and Wanda would always call before coming and Carol and Maria were in the Caribbean for some convention. There were no other she’s that would just pop up unannounced.

Until you saw a perfectly styled head of brunette hair.

“No,” you whisper. Not today. You didn’t have the strength today. Bucky’s glare lands on Steve but the blond looks just as shocked as you two.

Peggy leans against the gate around your property, a sporty red car is parked not far from her. She’s wrapping a stunning blue coat and if she didn’t look so good you’d jump out of the car and cram her face into your perfectly manicured lawn.

“Steve,” you whine at the man wanting him to fix the problem before it’s even started.

“I know. I’ll handle it,” he sighs as Bucky slows the car.

“Peggy,” Bucky sneers after rolling down the window.

“James,” she nods. “So the rumors are true?”

“Back from the dead,” Bucky quips. “No grave could hold my body down.”

“Well I’m glad you’re back. Your wife missed you.”

God, this woman. She knew you married Steve in Bucky’s absence. She just couldn’t stay out of your lives.

“Peggy, what are you doing here?” Steve sighs.

“Well, I wanted to talk, clear the air between us, really. So I flew out and rented this car but the meters are broken and it ran out of petrol as soon as I parked.”

“We call it ‘gasoline’ here, Peg,” Bucky sneers earning a sideways glance from the woman. Steve gets out of the car, being the hero he is, and attempts to diagnose the situation.

He returns to the driver’s side of the car and leans into the window. “Buck, would you mind taking her to the gas station.”

“Yes, I would very much mind,” Bucky frowns. “I’ll call her AAA but I’m not letting her in this car.”

You scoff and cross your arms. “I wouldn’t even do that.”

“Princess,” Steve attempts to scold you but you’ve had enough. You lost your baby and now you had to be subjected to this woman.

“No, Steve. She has a phone. She could’ve called you. She could’ve called a tow. She just want wants to talk shit! She’s talked shit about Bucky. She’s talked shit about me. She’s talked shit about you! Why would any of us want to help her?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed and you just knew you were about to be berated but what comes out of his mouth shocks you.

“What did she say about you?”

You take a deep breath and cross your arms over your chest. “Ask her yourself.”

Steve takes a step back from the car and turns on the brunette. “What did you say about my wife?”

“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” Peggy frowns.

Oh, now she doesn’t know? You step out of the car, ignoring Bucky’s protests.

“I designed Pepper’s house so we got close. We talk. And she told me all about what you and Howard would giggle about when you thought no one was listening,” you accuse. Her eyes widen fractionally and you know you’ve got her. “Now tell him what you said about me.”

“The man is dead! And that was in confidence-“

“Pepper was standing three feet away from your ‘confidence’!” You shout. “And he never said it. You did!”

She frowns and all that you thought that was pretty about her when you first saw her fades. “Fine. I said that this desperate little woman-“

“Oh, you used much bigger words than that. Don’t dumb it down for us. We’re adults,” you spit.

Peggy actually scowls at you. You want to back down but you hear the car door open and Bucky steps out behind you, making you feel just a little bit stronger.

The last thing you wanted today was a fight but you’ll snatch a wig in a second now. And it didn’t help that your hormones were off the charts.

“I said,” she reiterates calmly, “that this desperate little black bitch has white man syndrome and that’s the only reason she’ll put up with a couple of dogs like James and Steve.”

“That’s what I fucking thought,” you bark and grip her roots, bringing her down to your level. She lets out a squeak of surprise but you know she’s combat trained so you have to act fast. A quick knee to the groin and boob punch has her on the ground before she can even register it.

Natasha would be so proud.

You squat down to where she’s doubled over, clutching her chest, tears streaming down her face.

God, you wish you could get a picture of this. “This desperate little black bitch is going to take her two white men and get back in her fully fueled white car and go into her beautiful white home and never see or hear of you again.”

You stand up and walk back to your door. Bucky opens it seamlessly for you and gets back into the car himself.

Steve lets out one of those world weary sighs before shaking his head and turning toward the car too.

“Steve,” Peggy calls weakly, standing up a little straighter. He just gives her a sideways glance and holds up his hand.

“If you aren’t off my property in thirty minutes, I’m calling the police.” He gets back in the car and the gate opens and closes behind you. Then the garage door. And there’s so much silence.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, the adrenaline wearing off far too quickly and leaving you a shaking mess.

“That was fucking awesome, doll. Don’t ever apologize for that,” Bucky smirks, watching you through the rear view mirror.

“Bucky,” Steve scolds. “Sweetheart, violence is never the answer.”

“Whatever, punk. I’ve seen you beat a man with the butt of a rifle but ‘violence is never the answer’,” Bucky mocks and gets out of the car.

“Not for our princess,” he argues and exits the car as well before opening your door.

“She’s been around us for too long,” Bucky grins. “I never taught you that boob punch thing, though.”

“That was all Nat,” you smile despite almost wanting to throw up from nerves.

“We should have them over for dinner soon. I need to thank her in person,” Bucky muses before leading you upstairs.

Steve lags behind the two of you but you feel his eyes on you.

Once in the comfort of your bedroom, you start to strip in front of the bed, wanting more comfortable clothes now that you were home. Bucky wordlessly hands you the shirt he was just wearing and you tug it on half way when you notice Steve contemplating at you.

You sigh and hang up the dress you were just wearing. “Stevie, I know you’re mad-“

“It’s weird,” he interrupts. “I’m not mad. I keep thinking I should be but I’m just not.” Bucky quirks an eyebrow at his friend as he pulls on a pair of sweats.

“I’m just really turned on.”

“Oh shit,” Bucky grins and jumps on the bed to sit and watch.

“What?” You laugh in disbelief.

“I’ve never seen you like that and I just really want you.”

“So you want her to spank you now?” Bucky laughs before lounging across the bed to watch the interaction.

“Bucky,” you scold before stepping up to your second husband. “Is that what you want? You want me to spank you, Stevie?” You ask jokingly. “I’m sorry for what I did. But she had it coming for her.”

“She’s had it coming for years,” Bucky adds.

“Yeah, I guess I just put my blinders on with her for too long. I’m sorry. She hurt you. She hurt Buck.”

“She really hurt me but you’re not ready for that,” Bucky sighs.

“No, I am. I’m listening,” Steve nods and pulls you toward the bed with Bucky. “Let me have it.”

“Really?” Bucky asks, sitting up to face the blond.

“Yes. I spent too fucking long ignoring you because I thought you were jealous or something. And now here we are, in love with the same woman but I’m still protecting her and I don’t know why. So, give it to me.”

Bucky gives Steve a hard look before laying into all the shit Peggy put him through since her and Steve met in basic training. You just watched on in stunned silence.

“And then right before I was deployed, she told me I was a fucking coward for getting married. Said I was scared no one would be left to mourn me because you were only my friend out of guilt.”

Bucky seethes for a moment while the three of you sit in silence.

“Buck, I am so so sorry. I wish I could say I didn’t see it but I did. I just choose to ignore it because I’m a shit friend. I thought I was in love but I was just a fucking mess.”

“Don’t. Please don’t beat yourself up,” Bucky sighs. “You’re the most amazing person I know. Well, after my doll.” He squeezes your knee before pulling you down into his chest.

You smile and take Steve’s hand, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“You too, princess. You tried to warn me, too.”

“I didn’t create the ‘we hate Peggy club’ though. That was all Bucky,” you smile. “But after hearing all that, I really really want to go out there and punch her again.”

“I’m tempted to let you,” Steve smirks pulling you into a kiss.

“Fuck, I’ll carry you back out there, doll,” Bucky groans.

Steve hums against your lips and grips your hip. “You need to take your meds,” he mumbles, pulling away slightly.

You close your eyes in irritation. You were happy to be free of the thoughts for a couple of hours.

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Hey,” Steve calls pulling you close once more. “I love you so much. My love for you doesn’t end with a baby. I wanted you long before I even thought of that. I just want you happy and healthy.”

You nod and let Bucky squeeze you around the middle.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky sighs. “Just want you to feel better. We can still fill this place with animals.”

You smile at his comment and Steve’s disdain at the idea. You pull away from them and place kisses on both their cheeks. “I love you both so much,” you whisper and pick your way back downstairs.

Two weeks later, after you’re completely cleared by your doctor, Steve takes you to the animal shelter at Bucky’s request. He thought you two could use an outing after the whole baby and Peggy ordeal. It was true. You stopped communicating and it was still awkward. You needed some time together.

And Steve really wanted to make sure you didn’t bring home “ten cats, five dogs, and a ferret” as he said it.

“Oh, look at that one!” You exclaim for the twelfth time at yet another cat. You’d yet to leave the cat room.

You wanna cuddle all of them!

Steve suppresses an eye roll as he presses you onward.

“I love them all,” you whisper taking his hand and giving him a pleading look.

“One,” Steve reiterates.

“But what if they’re siblings. I can’t split them up.”

“Then no siblings. That helps reduce your options.” You pout but continue looking.

“Oh, Stevie,” you cry rushing over to a cage at the end of the row. “Snowball?” You smile reading the name above the cage of a small white kitten. Female, 4 months. “She’s so tiny and fuzzy!” The kitten screams at you while attempting to claw the cage.

“Seems a little angry,” Steve comments watching the little cat as she attempts to make herself look big and intimating.

“She’s perfect! Excuse me!” You flag down one of the volunteers. “Can you tell us about this one?”

Soon the woman is pulling the kitten’s adoption papers while you remain a ball of happiness cuddling your new kitten.

“Before you do that, can we look at the dogs?” Steve requests, tugging your hand.

“Of course! Take your time,” the volunteers grins and takes the cat back before she continues to the front desk.

“Oh, sweetness! Look at that one!” Steve gasps immediately after stepping into the chorus of barking. You giggle and follow him to a golden lab that seemed to be trying to tunnel his way out of his kennel.

You smirk and glance up at your husband who’s instantly in love. “Seems flighty,” you joke watching the dog be distracted by it’s own tail. “Roscoe. Male. 8 month old lab mix. ‘I like running and chasing birds and balls. My favorite snack is peanut butter. I get along with children and cats’.”

“He’s perfect,” Steve smiles making you laugh.

“Where’s the animal?” Bucky asks when you return home and jump into his arms.

“They’ll be ready in a week. They have to get fixed and shots and all that,” Steve sighs, bending down to slip off your shoes.

“They?” Bucky asks, holding you a little tighter.

“It’s a surprise,” you smile.

“No way! If I knew you two were gonna keep secrets I would’ve gone with you,” he frowns. Bucky places you back down on your feet with a pleading look, “Just a hint?”

“Nope,” you giggle and head upstairs.

“Steve,” Bucky begs, changing tactics.

“Mom said ‘no’,” Steve grins.

“You two are terrible,” Bucky frowns and falls back on the couch.

“Thank you for today, Stevie,” you smile once the two of you are in your room.

“You don’t have to thank me for this,” he grins but pulls you into his embrace anyway. “You know I love seeing you light up when you get to talk about your animals. Now I’ll get to see it every day.”

“You’re going to be a doggy dad,” you giggle and kiss him. Steve pulls you closer to him, deepening his kiss until you feel dizzy.

“Need you,” Steve mutters against your lips. You nod and jump into his arms to let him carry you to the bed. He drops you on the bed and unzips your dress. “I love you so much,” Steve mutters before pressing your sleeves down your shoulders to expose your chest. “My sweet sweet girl.” You smile at his praise and open your legs so he can slip between them. “Need in you.” You nod and grip his shirt collar pulling him down over your body.

He quickly unbuttons his shirt and pants and they’re tossed somewhere out of sight. Your panties go in the same direction leaving you tangled in your dress. Trapped.

Just how he wants you.

You pull him into a kiss and he quickly slides into your core making you cry out. Your whines bounce around the room as he pumps into you. “You’re so good for me. So perfect,” Steve grunts in your ear. “I love those cute little noises you make but you’re gonna make Bucky come up here if you don’t quiet down,” Steve warns making you smile. Sometimes he just wants you to himself. Bucky was always willing to share but Steve got selfish every once in a while.

And you always enjoyed it. It was thrilling. Like you were sneaking around behind your husband’s back.

But sometimes, you wanted a different kind go thrill.

“What if I want him up here?” You breathe with a small smirk.

“Excuse me?” Steve stops the second the words leave your lips and levels a glare at you. Sometimes you felt a little mischievous.

“Bucky! Bucky, bab-“ Steve stops you with a hand to your mouth.

“Don’t you dare call him up here,” he hisses making you smile under his hand. “I thought you were my good girl. Don’t you want to be my good girl?”

You nip his hand lightly. Not enough to hurt but just enough to shock him enough to pull his hand away.

“Bucky!” You begin to cry again.

“I’m comin’!” You hear him shout from somewhere in the house making you give Steve a satisfied smirk.

“You are a terrible wife,” Steve frowns but you only laugh at his distress.

“I miss my other husband,” you attempt to rationalize but you can’t keep the smile off your face.

“‘Miss your other husband’ my ass,” Steve grumbles and continues to fuck you much more roughly that before.

“What’d you call me in here for? To watch you fuck?” You hear Bucky groan from the door.

“Bucky, baby,” you cry against the building orgasm Steve is giving you as you reach for him.

“Yeah, doll?” Bucky sighs and lays next to you, squeezing your bouncing breast.

“Stevie’s being so-oh! So mean. He doesn’t want to shaaagh! P-please, Stevie! Yes!”

“Oh, you think I’m gonna let you cum after disobeying a direct order?” Steve grunts.

“You’re so controlling, Stevie,” Bucky chuckles. “You like that, doll? You like when denies you? Keeps you from your favorite husband?”

“Favorite?” Steve barks, cutting his best friend a look.

“She married me first,” Bucky laughs as his hand travels up your chest to wrap around your neck. “My best girl, aren’t I your favorite?”

“Please, Buchaahaa!”

“Don’t you dare cum,” Steve growls.

“Steve!” You scream making Bucky chuckle as he nuzzles into you neck.

“There he goes, telling you ‘no’ again. I can make him stop. Just tell me I’m your favorite.”

God, these two! You let out a scream of frustration and you try to push away the feeling of pleasure building inside of you.

“Screaming isn’t an answer, doll. I asked you a question,” Bucky mutters and his grip on you neck tightens.

“Answer him, sweetness,” Steve smirks before smacking the side of your ass.

“Steve!” You cry.

“Oh, so, Steve is your favorite?” Bucky smirks against your shoulder before pressing a kiss there.

“No!”

“So, I’m your favorite?”

“No! Bucky!”

“Yes, Bucky,” he laughs.

“Now I’m really not letting you cum,” Steve warns.

“Steve!” You cry gripping his shoulders. They will literally kill you. “Please, baby, please! I love you both so much!”

“Then you can cum on his dick,” Steve grunts and pulls all the way out of you only to unceremoniously flip you on your stomach and spear back into you making you gasp.

“Oh god!” You moan, smothering your face in the duvet. This angle! Steve destroys that spot inside of you making you claw at the bed to keep your pleasure in check.

“A little pent up, Stevie?” Bucky sighs.

“Just a little.” Bucky only chuckles to himself before gripping your throat again with his metal hand and presses you back against Steve’s chest. “I asked you a question.”

What even was the question?

“Ple-nagh! Please!” You beg. You’re right there. You just need them to let you go. You’re so close.

“Not until you answer me,” Bucky smirks. “Fuck, Stevie. She’s completely gone.”

“She probably can’t even think straight,” you hear the smile in Steve’s voice.

“Doll face, look at me,” Bucky mutters, his other hand grips your chin to direct your gaze at him and you attempt to focus on those beautiful blue eyes.

“Yes, Bucky?” You whisper.

“You doing okay? Are we being too rough with you?” Steve stills inside of you, his hands massaging your hips

“I’m fine, Bucky,” you reply.

He smiles. “Perfect. Then answer my question.”

“I-c-can you repeat the question?” You stutter as his metal fingers massage your throat gently.

“You’d make a terrible soldier, doll face,” Bucky smirks.

“It’s a good thing you have us, princess,” Steve sighs as his hands run up your stomach to cup your breast.

“I love being yours,” you whimper, struggling to keep you hips still as Steve fills you so perfectly.

“Then listen carefully. Which one of us is your favorite?”

“I can’t-I don’t-“

“Answer him, princess,” Steve insist.

“I love you both equally.”

“You should be a politician,” Bucky frowns. “What if I denied you?”

“You-you’ve never told me ‘no’,” you whisper attempting to glance away but he holds your chin firmly.

“Never, huh?” Bucky looks past you to Steve while you shake your head weakly in confirmation. Then Steve’s heavy cock starts to drag against your walls again. You whimper against Bucky’s hold on you but he stays strong. “Eyes on me,” he commands, those piercing blues baring into your soul. “If I told you ‘no’, would he be your favorite?”

“No!” You cry. “Love you both!”

Bucky rolls his eyes with a soft scoff. “We’ll get a straight answer out of you one day. You want to cum, doll?”

“Yes! Please! Stevie, Bucky! Please,” you beg as Steve abuses that spot in you all over again.

“Well, doll,” Bucky smirks before shaking his head lightly, “you should’ve picked your husbands more carefully.” Steve barks out a laugh behind you and tugs your hips roughly back against his.

They’re both terrible!

“Please,” you cry as tears slip down your cheeks.

“She looks so pretty when she begs,” Bucky sighs. “Let her cum, Stevie.”

“She can cum on your dick. She doesn’t deserve it from me,” Steve claims but you know he’s close. His cock twitches inside of you making holding back even harder. “Fuck, I’m close,” he grunts confirming your guess and holds your hips still to rut into them like his life depends on it. “Shit!” He cries and releases inside of you. Thick shots of cum fill you with warmth as he releases you into Bucky’s arms. You whine as he continues to fill your core.

“Stevie! It’s so much,” you whine as his essence spills out around his dick to soak your thighs. “It’s cause I love you so much,” he laughs breathlessly. “You’ll always be my favorite wife.” He spanks you before pulling out and fall on to the bed next to Bucky.

“Mine too,” Bucky sighs “You alright, doll?” He asks massaging your back and you nod curling into him. “You want Stevie to clean you up?” You nod again.

You feel the bed move as Steve gets up but he doesn’t leave. Instead you feel his fingers trail across you ass and down to your sensitive core. You whine into Bucky’s chest but they both shush you.

“You didn't think I really wouldn’t let you cum, did you?” Steve asks as Bucky grips your waist. His fingers slide across your cum covered slit before making their way to your sensitive nub. You grip Bucky’s shoulders while Steve rubs tight circles around your clit. A soft whine escapes your lips before their captured by Bucky’s.

You hump against Bucky’s hips, it feels so good. So perfect. And you feel so tight. And you’re so close. A moan escapes you from between you and Bucky as you finally cum, soaking Bucky’s sweats and Steve’s hand. Stars fill your eyes as pleasure pulsates through your body.

“Good girl,” Steve sighs kissing the back of your shoulder. “My perfect, beautiful girl.” Bucky holds you a little tighter before releasing your lips. You curl into him once more.

“Don’t fall asleep on me. I still gotta make dinner,” Bucky laughs.

“But you’re so comfy,” you moan.

“You know what would keep her awake?” Steve asks and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he gets up.

“I know exactly what would keep her awake,” Bucky laughs, “but I think she needs a break.”

“You’re too easy on her.” You feel a warm cloth at your crotch and you flinch away from it. “Calm down,” Steve laughs. “Fucking dripping with cum. It’s a shame we aren’t trying to get you pregnant anymore.”

“Who said we aren’t trying anymore?” Bucky asks, rolling you both on your sides now that you’re cleaned up. “We both know our girl has a fetish. She wants to be round and full with our babies.” Butterflies flutter in your stomach at his words. “Big, leaky tits, heavy belly, and Wanda told her so many things about the pregnancy sex.” You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your lips. “See? It’s turning her on just talking about it.”

“God, she’s wet all over again,” Steve laughs making you smile. “We’ll never stop trying to get you pregnant,” he assures you. You nod and snuggle into Steve as he holds you from behind. “Buck, what were you saying about dinner?”

Bucky groans and sits up. “Alright, your highness.”

“That’s ‘captain’ to you, sergeant.”

“And that’s fuck off to you, cap,” Bucky smirks and exits the room. “Love you, doll,” he calls from the hall.

“Love you, baby!”

“Go to sleep, sweetness,” Steve sighs, kissing your neck. “Love you.”

“Love you, Stevie.”

A week later, you were the proud parents of two hyperactive balls of fur. Bucky named your little white ball of fuzz Alpine and they became thick as thieves. He set up a cat tower for her in the kitchen so he could ‘show her how to cook’. He’d explain the steps in such detail and the kitten would just sit watching with her giant blue eyes, waiting for scraps of food.

All the while Captain would bound around the house while Steve chased him. He loved that dog so much. Steve would take the golden dog on his morning run every day and they’d both come home panting for the breakfast Bucky and his furry sous chef made. You loved watching them raise their fur babies.

Maybe kids just aren’t in the cards for you.

You feel a little more placated every day.

You felt it when Steve and Bucky would get their ‘kids’ together her in matching costumes for holidays: bunny outfits for Easter, ugly sweaters for Christmas, and you all dressed as super heroes for Halloween. You felt it when Captain broke his leg and had to go into surgery while the three of you waited huddled in the vet’s office praying for it all to go well and you’d have your bouncing boy back home. You felt it when you’d wake up with Alpine snuggled between you and Bucky with her little feet propped on his face and her little furry head on your chest.

You just had to tell your husbands about your new feelings.

You find Steve and Bucky lounging on the couch, curled under your pink weighted blanket, watching something on Bucky’s tablet.

“Hey,” you whisper entering the room, already nervous about the conversation.

“Hey, sweet girl. Come cuddle,” Steve beckons with his free arm. “Scoot over, Buck.” Bucky groans and simply pulls you on top of him, dog pilling poor Steve under the two of you. You giggle while Steve attempts to struggle out from under you. You move so your husband is more comfortable, curling into Bucky’s stomach and into Steve’s side.

The animals take that as their cue to join the three of you on the couch. Captain happily jumps on the empty end while Alpine curls on the armrest next to him.

“Um, I wanted to talk to you two about something,” you start, burying your face in Bucky’s chest.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky’s words immediately taking on an air of concern at your action.

“Umm I think-I think I’m ready to give up on having children. I mean, not like, completely give up. But I’m happy with or without them. I’m happy with our little family.” All of your words come out muffled into Bucky’s shirt but they understand you loud and clear.

“Whatever makes you happy and keeps you healthy, doll,” Bucky sighs while pulling you a little closer.

“Stevie?” You whisper, finally looking up to watch the blond. Bucky was the easy one. He wants whatever you want. But Steve…

He wants kids.

His eyes remain closed as he lets out a heavy sigh.

“We can adopt,” you suggest. “Or get a surrogate.”

“No, I don’t want any of that,” Steve mutters. Bucky squeezes you a little tighter preparing for a fight or tears. The three of you don’t argue often but Bucky is always your rock even when you’re mad at him.

“I just want you and Buck,” Steve continues. “At least for right now. We can revisit it in a few years. But you two are all I need.” You grin up at your husband and place a kiss on his lips.

“Since it’s just us, and our animal children,” Bucky starts with a sly grin. “We can continue to fuck as loud as we want, wherever we want, whenever we want.”

Steve hums in agreement. “In the kitchen. In the yard.”

“In all the guest rooms. The garage,” Bucky laughs.

“The gym!” Steve interjects excitedly.

“The gym is important,” Bucky agrees. “All that sweat and testosterone.”

“Okay, I get it,” you giggle. “You two want turn our home into a sex dungeon.”

“And there’s only one prisoner,” Bucky hums nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Is it Stevie?” You ask innocently making them both chuckle. “This is why people never come over anymore. You two can’t keep your hands to yourselves,” you yawn changing the subject from them keeping you hostage and giving them any ideas.

“And why would we?” Steve mutters into the curve of your neck.

“When we have the most irresistible little convict that we can do whatever we want to,” Bucky grins tickling your sides.

“Stop,” you giggle. “You two looked so comfy before I got here. Go back to being comfy.”

“We can only try,” Bucky sighs, turning you so he can squeeze your butt through your leggings. Steve yawns and curls over your back, his hand reaching under your shirt to cup one of your breasts as he makes himself comfortable.

“We’d never be able to do this with kids,” Steve mutters. You laugh softly at the two of them before Bucky turns whatever they were watching back on. You’re too enamored by the love of your two husbands to pay too much attention. God, how did you get so lucky?

“I love you both so much,” you whisper.

“Love you, too, doll,” Bucky smirks, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Love you, sweetness,” Steve mutters before kissing your curls.

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