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jin0 · 2 years

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If We Could Turn Back Time

Summary : If they could turn back time to erase the mistakes from their younger days or the pain that their lives brought you, they would. But they can't. Which doesn't stop them from trying to fix things. No matter how hard you push them away.

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Reader

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI, angst, canon level violence, wound description, blood, angry stucky i guess, very badly written mob business, smut, p in v, creampie, anal, double penetration, tits worship, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), overstimulation kinda, kinda subby steve and kinda dom bucky, fluff (you go from heavy angst to porn to fluff for like three paragraphs so enjoy :))

Word Count : 16,550 words (this is genuinely so fucking long ??? for what ?!?! i think it's just 10 pages of filth around the end so that's fun)

A/N : for my girl @lipstickbisous promised you a fic so here it is !!! hope you like it as much as i like writing it, i had a blast !!

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For as long as you remembered, you always had a terrible relationship with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. This had been the relationship since you met them, in your third year of college. Coming from abroad as an exchange student, you had been quite the topic of your class, being one of the very few to pass the entrance exam and succeed in your classes.

Starting off on the very wrong foot, you three didn’t seem to get along. Always finding a way to pick a fight or biker with you, you tried to keep your distance because you weren’t about to ruin your mental health for random rich boys who’ve never been put in their place before.

Things rapidly changed as they suddenly became nicer to you, less annoying you would say. They would engage in conversations with you out of nowhere and over time, you started enjoying their company. You quickly became friends, best friends and even more down the line.

Sleeping together could’ve been taken as a mistake but you didn’t regret a thing and they assured you they didn’t either. This was a relationship, kind of, and you were happy with it. They made you feel good, loved, cared for, and you weren’t going to let go of it. You loved them, and they loved you

The thing is, because yes there is a thing, this isn’t a fairytale, that didn’t mean they respected you or cared for you. Actually, it was the complete opposite. They liked the idea of owning you but not fully committing to you and never addressing you as a girlfriend. You were just a temporary interest, something good enough to keep them entertained with a pretty sum of money at the end of it.

Your had been shattered by that discovery. You had worked so much, so long, on yourself, on being a version of yourself who could get by without dealing with too much unnecessary shit, you had been taken as a joke, a bet between friends to know how long it would take them to fuck the new girl.

You were the first to say no, or to not be looking for the one sided kinds of relationship they would have usually. You had wanted authenticity, showed difference, and they had cared because it was interesting in the moment but definitely not for the long run. Not until they could assure their friends that they had won the bet, and in less time that they had predicted.

You should’ve seen the signs, no, you shouldn’t have ignored them like you did. A crowd of giggling dickheads following closely on the first days of your ‘relationship’, never truly doing anything like other couples like going out on outdoor dates or anything of this sort. You would ask questions and the answer would be loads of presents and kisses on your forehead, telling you to not worry and that it was nothing.

They had build this one sided relationship, this joke on the back of your ignorance and you had been sick to your stomach when confronted by the fact that they seemed to not be remorseful in any way. So you tried to fight back, begging for the truth, begging for them to let you go if they cared a little at least. But you didn’t get any of this, quite the opposite actually.

For the first time in their lives and relationship, they couldn’t and hadn’t said a single thing, watching you beg for answers as you cried and screamed. They stomped on your dignity, and couldn’t even try and speak a word to defend themselves. They had let you cry and gather your things, walking out of their lives as if you were never there.

You had taken so long to grow out of the damages left by this relationship, if you could call it that. You had been scared in a way you wished to never deal with again, the problem was that sometimes, you didn’t get what you wanted.

It didn’t take long after you had left for them to find you. This time, keeping their distance, they discreetly kept themselves involved in your life. Now, you weren’t stupid or blind. The little things they used to do for you in college, they kept them, doing them to this day and dropping hints of their presence in your life. They were expecting to be welcomed with open arms, hilarious. They would be suffering the consequences of their actions when meeting this new version of you, one that didn’t take shit from anyone, not them or anyone close to them.

With time, the secrets were revealed, one of them being their involvement in the crime empire build in New York. Their empire. Inherited from their own fathers, they were more than efficient in their job, dead bodies following them like shadows and deals less than legal following not too far behind. Everything made sense in the way things went between the three of you and your conclusion had been simple : you wanted nothing to do with them, not just because of the danger, but because they had been clear that if they found no purpose in it, your protection would come last. As brutal and hurtful as this sounded, it was the truth that transpired from their actions and you had to take it as it was.

With time, their presence got more vivid in your life, the presents got bigger. It went from a simple necklace to apartments, cars and multiple other things as expensive as the next. At first, you would ignore, then you started to decline nicely but things got more and more invasive as they ignored your refusals and kept the presents coming. They even went as far as having them dropped inside your apartment, on your bed, a little note mentioning that this was in case you didn’t get the previous ones. The last straw was when they started sending people to make you that you would not only receive the presents but open them. That specific night you remembered like it was yesterday.

You had received a box full of expansive jewelry and a fancy dress to go with it. They were bribing you into something they weren’t even smart enough to tell you and you were done, you would deal with this. When you got down that night, wearing your comfiest fluffy pants and a hoodie taken from one of your friends with a baseball bat in hand an expensive gift pack in the other, you looked priceless, probably laugh worthy.

But the closer you got to the car in charge of spying on you that night, you had the luck of noticing them. Steve and Bucky in the flesh, hiding not to far. Bunch of fucking pussies, how dared they hide when they were playing with your life like that ?

You changed trajectory, speeding towards them instead and not hesitating to swing the bat in one of their goon’s stomach to prevent him and the people around from even touching you. The duo got out of the car when they saw you march towards them, determination oozing out of you. Before they could utter a word, you had thrown the gift in their faces and swung your bat over it when it ricocheted over their front window. You watched the glass dent and break all over the headboard, turning towards them, determined to get your point across.

“I don’t want you anywhere near me, do you understand ? You’re not about to buy your ways in my fucking life, not after the fucking way you treated me. I’m not one of your little business friend and I’m not about to kiss your ass because of a fucking diamond necklace and a nine thousands dollar dress.” Your spat through gritted teeth.

That was one of the last times you ever received a present. You has though you were finally free of them but no, absolutely not. Life wasn’t that easy.

They had given you three weeks of freedom, three weeks without them and that was it. After these three weeks before they decided to show up themselves. Invading your life explicitly, they wouldn’t miss any chance to see you and they never seemed to get the hint so you kept it classy, focusing on the possible heart problems they would cause, simply ignoring them.

Deep inside, you loved them still. Despite the bet and the feeling of not being enough, you still kept them close to your heart, the good moments shared. You couldn’t just forget how hard you had fallen for both but you couldn’t forget how physically hurt you were when you found out all of it was a lie for entertainment purposes. And that pain was clearly stronger than any other feeling. You wanted peace and if they disturbed you, well you sure as hell weren’t going to stop hating them.

Now that peace of yours was effectively difficult to maintain when they owned New York and therefore, half the places you enjoyed and came in contact with daily. This was made violently clear when on one of those nights you spent with college friends in a bar, helping with some of the clients by serving drinks, you were sent to one of the VIP booths. These were small secluded rooms that hosted some pf the bigger, wealthier clients.

The moment you stepped in, you scoffed in exasperation. Obviously they would be here, it was practically marked by fate at this point. When seeing you, the smiled widely, signaling for you to approach.

“Come on now doll, don’t be shy.” Started Bucky, voice covered in badly hidden amusement at your reaction.

“Don’t call me doll, we’re not friends and I don’t know you.” You spat, words laced with hatred and annoyance.

You got closer, swiftly avoiding the glares of the bodyguards around, probably displeased that you didn’t get on your knees to bow to their bosses like they did. Not your fault you didn’t enjoy the pet life they lived, but if it was their thing then no problem.

You kept your eyes empty and avoided their attempts to touch you. Once finished you were practically certain to be left alone until you ended up with Steve’s hands holding you in place between his legs. He looked up at you, searching through your eyes while yours stayed void of emotions.

“I don’t think this is a very good way to treat a customer, don’t you think ? Can we at least get a smile ?” He asked, himself smiling at you. You kept looking at him, bored out of your mind and about ready to stab him with the beer opener.

The blond male let out a sigh, you clearly weren’t going to cooperate and the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene here.

“I gotta say, it’s a little harsh for you to say we’re not even friends. We’ve got history you can’t just ignore.” Said Bucky, twirling his drink before taking a sip.

Looking at him with a tilted head, you smiled, the most unassuming smile you could muster.

“The same way you ignore my boundaries and the clear signs that I don’t want anything to do with you, I can ignore you and whatever history you think we have.” You responded, again, devoid of emotion or care for the way they would take it.

This resulted in both sighing, clearly displeased at your response or words. You shook your head, violently ripping yourself out of Steve’s grasp.

“Why did you refuse the presents ?” Asked Steve as you were walking towards the door

You stopped in your track before turning around. This had to be an opportunity for you to stand your ground and get them off your back and you wouldn’t lose it.

“You mean the presents you send without a fucking reason after you made it clear that you didn’t care about me or my feelings ? I don’t know Steven, take a wild guess on the reason why I don’t fucking want your presents.” You spat, trying to keep your cool as much as you could.

Their eyes darkened, both standing up to walk up to you. They probably expected you to back up in fear, but clearly it wasn’t working like they wanted. Keeping your eyes on theirs, you challenged them further.

“You think we don’t care ?” Asked Bucky, voice low and controlled. “You think we would do all of this if we didn’t care ?”

You burst out laughing, clearly mocking them. They quickly lost the surprised expression to glare at you as you whipped a tear of amusement.

“You think this shows you care ? I’m sorry, you clearly have a shit memory James. Because last time you pulled this shit, drowning me in expensive presents you had a bet on how long it would take you to fuck me.” You scoffed, smiling in amusement. Taking your things and walking up to the door of the booth. You stopped in your track, turning one last time. “Probably ruined the new bet, probably had you loosing a lot of money. What are you gonna do now ? Kill me ? Go ahead, that’ll probably be the best way for you to leave me alone anyways.” You said finally, walking out to go back to the other clients.

The rest of the night was pretty calm, enjoying other clients and their company, keeping yourself busy to not think about how upset the whole encounter had you. After all this time, they still behaved like nothing happened and that made your blood boil. Guess they had learned this from years of doing a job that required to ignore a shit ton of things.

As the night came to a close, you said goodbye to your friends and rapidly got in your car, it was still New York at 3AM in the morning. Clearly not the safest place out there. You started driving, singing along to some song on your playlist when you looked in your rearview mirror, seeing a car dangerously close to yours.

“Why the fuck is this jackass so close to my fucking car dude ? Might as well jump in and have my drive you, dumbass…” You cursed seeing the vehicle get closer.

Looking closer, you saw a second car appear from behind the first car. You anxiety rose, instinct all over the place. Something was wrong. You tried to speed up to lose them but it was already too late for you to fully react and act to save yourself. Before you could do anything, you were being rocked around as the collided with your car, pushing you to lose control and panic further.

Looking around to try and assess everything going on around you, you missed the small shift in roads, your car taking a leap downwards a small hill and rolling over to be stopped by a tree. Flipped upside down, you were surrounded by broken glass and your own blood blurring your vision. You were suffocating, your seatbelt strangling you as you lost more air trying to take it off. You were loosing conscience, rapidly loosing more blood and panicking.

You heard footsteps besides you as your car door was ripped off its hinges and before you could fight back, you were dragged out, skin sticking to the mud covered floor and bleeding from the new wounds opening on your body. You passed out as your body was carried in unfamiliar, unsafe arms. Your last thought was to call out their names, Steve and Bucky. For the first time in a while you were desperate for their help.

On the other side of New York, in a secluded area with a huge mansion surrounded by gates and heavily armed men, you could find the Kings of the town. Steve and Bucky had been home, thinking of their encounter with you and how brutal you had been with them. Most would be terrified to even look at them in the eyes nowadays but you weren’t afraid to speak your mind and hurt them in the process. That had been one of their favorite parts of you, you never kept anything important to yourself. You wouldn’t speak if you found no purpose in your words. When you said something, you made sure you said it loud and clear, you hated repeating yourself. That part was less because you found it annoying and more because you were deeply self-conscious about the things your said and the way you were perceived.

Having all eyes on you was the worst but it never stopped you from staying in their lives, before they had fucked it up. It was stupid, they had been stupid. They had never needed the money or anything, they just wanted a little ego boost and entertainment for a while. They had never intended on falling in love for you and on hurting you. That was the last thing they wanted, to hurt you. You held their hearts in the palm of their hands after all, for the first time, they had given themselves to someone other than each other.

The fantasy from the bet wasn’t the only cloud over their sunny days with you. The life they lived and were destined for could’ve been a reason for you to leave and they would’ve never been able to handle it. They couldn’t handle that, seeing you walk away. But they had allowed it when their own mistake resulted in everything they swore they wouldn’t do. They made you cry, hurt you, broken you and your heart.

You became so cold, they couldn’t stand it, having you act like they were nothing to you. You had every right to but they still couldn’t stand it. So they showered you in presents, acting like nothing had happened. This was the way, they thought. You refused to talk so they simply skipped over that step. When they started getting the presents back, their hearts broke a little more every time. No matter how much they tried, it was never what you wanted. Their best attempts was to slither themselves in your life like snakes and learn as much as they could from what you had become. Even when you had made it clear that this wasn’t okay and that you hated it, they couldn’t give up, not when you were the only good thing in their lives. They needed you, craved you, longed for you, and they would do anything to get you back, even ready to beg on their knees for you.

Their internal sadness was cut short by a call from one of their right hand man, Clint Barton.

“Boss ? We have a problem.” Silence and panic filled the room. Clint was the one in charge of you and gathering information about you. If something was wrong, it was about you.

Bucky put the phone on speaker, getting closer to his best friend with trembling hands. As he signaled for their car to be prepared and for men to get ready, he told Clint to speak.

“Your girl, she… She was in an accident.” Silence filled the room as the two men stopped breathing. “We found her car completely turned over, there is glass everywhere and blood on the floor and inside what’s left of the vehicle. But that’s the worst part. There is no body and we have fresh tire prints. She was taken boss.” Declared the man over the phone.

At his words, their entire world instantly collapsed. Everything around them started spinning, the balance of the universe, their universe, thrown off. Their stiff limbs started to shake violently, a need to throw up at the idea of the danger you were in currently and the state you were when taken. You had been hurt and were probably going to be hurt further.

Realization hit them like a train, they needed to act. Everything started ringing in them. Their blood, hot like lava, boiling and rushing through their bodies, they started walking mechanically, eyes dark and filled with rage. There were no logical thought in their heads anymore, only violent waves of anger, hatred for anything existing and an unquenchable blood thirst. Usually known for their calmness when dealing with dangerous situations, this was a completely different aspect of them. They weren’t going to act logically, logic didn’t matter right now. They were going to find you and make whoever took you regret ever thinking of you.

As soon as they exited the room, the atmosphere shifted completely. These missions were never easy but both the man in charge seemed to have everything planned to the T, without a single chance of failure or unexpected events. Here, they looked ready to hurt a lot of people, without a single plan behind it.

“Scour the town, you know who you’re looking for. We want a rundown of the exact events leading to the accident and a list of all the people involved.” Began Bucky, voice so deep it could be the cause of nightmares.

“Everyone who stands in your way, you don’t kill, bring them to the warehouse. We’ll take care of personally.” Added Steve, just as terrifyingly.

Both took their weapons, checking the amounts of bullets available before grabbing their car keys and jumping in the vehicle. The drive was silent, so silent it resembled the one of a corpse. Both men couldn’t think properly and speaking was even more difficult. The images running through their minds were grim making them dizzier by the second. Last time they had felt this way had to do with you to. You had discovered the bet and they had been incapable of talking, the fear of making the situation worst creeping in their veins. Now, they were confronted with the possibility if the world loosing you for good, not just them. This was the worst possible thing ever and they would turn the world over if it meant finding you.

When they arrived at the location of the accident, the scene turned their stomachs over. They had seen worst in their lives, bloody footsteps following them everywhere they went. But this, this had to be the worst. Your car, completely turned over, all the windows shattered and broken glass covering the floor. Blood the roof over the driver’s seat and they could see bloody fingerprints on the seatbelt, probably yours. The hood of the car was folded by the middle, a giant three stopping the car from going down further. If you gad been projected out, your entire body would’ve probably been shattered by the trunk. The possibilities of surrounding the level of danger you were in kept growing and so did their rage. They couldn’t let this go unpunished.

“We need to find her Buck…” Whispered Steve, eyes fixated on the totaled car. “We need to find her and we need to make them pay. I won’t rest until they’re begging for mercy.” He spat through gritted teeth.

Whoever took you had just signed their own death certificate and the death certificate of all the people they loved.

For the next twelve hours, the city of New York was turned into a war zone. Houses were raided, people were taken and beaten brutally. There was no place for peace or safety anywhere, not until you were found. The Barnes and Rogers families were both put to work, looking for the names of the responsible and the work was done quickly. A list was formed and no one was ignored or forgotten. The city was turned upside down and burned to find you. That night solidified something that should’ve been clear for a while : you were off limits and whoever wanted to attempt it would be ready to face the consequences of their own arrogance and stupidity.

All this, you didn’t know any of it though. You were still unconscious when the sound of a banging door woke you up in a panic. You frantically looked around, wincing at the violence of your headache, when you noticed two blurry shaped in the dark. You were barely awake and the dizziness just made everything so much more difficult to distinguish but you recognized the feeling. This sense of comfort, this warmth, the sift touches on your bloody skin. All of this you recognized it, knowing it better than anything else. You couldn’t believe it and probably would deny it later but you were overjoyed when you felt yourself being caressed softly.

“We’ll get you out of there baby, we promise.” Muttered a voice, deep and full of emotions, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

You were lifted of the floor, whimpering as a sign of protest, your body was still to sensitive to know what was going on and you were being moved somewhere unknown. You couldn’t help but be worried, terrified even, at the possibility of this being a dream and the cruel truth of your captivity welcoming you once you’d wake up.

The warm hands of your saviors never left you, at no moment were you left alone to suffer. They made sure that you knew that they were here and they were protecting you. During the whole trip, you had been protected and once you finally fell asleep under the sedatives you were given, the last thing you could say was their names, Steve and Bucky’s.

When you had been found, gallons of blood had been shed all through the streets of New York. Torture and death had ravaged the city, all in the name of the woman who held their entire being. Finding you had been easy, your abductors cocky enough to string you around like some kind of bait for a shark. That had sent Steve and Bucky fuming, not wasting a second to pounce on the man and beat him to a pulp.

Now, they made sure he wouldn’t die, not now, not like that. It was all too easy, to let him die and rest in peace. They couldn’t have that, they wouldn’t not when he didn’t deserve it. So they took his body to a special place, one only them and their closets knew of. No one ever left this room alive except them. That would be his punishment. John Walker would be tortured for hours and after convincing him that he would live and be freed, they would have him killed on his way out. This wouldn’t just be the treatment reserved to the head of the operation, but to each and every individual responsible for the incident. From the car crash to the kidnapping. Everything would be punished.

Bringing your body to the hospital, they made sure that their own private medical staff took good care of you before you’d been moved to their mansion. They would take care of you personally and let nothing stand in the way of your safety ever again. They couldn’t care less about the specifics of your relationship or if you hated them, rightfully so. They would burn the world to the ground, dancing in it’s ashes, to protect you. It had been the case before and it will be the case for as long as they lived.

On your side of the story, the first thing you noticed when you woke up was a smell. Familiar, woodsy, pine trees, mint tea and rain. It smelled like walking through a forest in the middle of fall, when the rain was constant and comforting to some. It smelled like Steve and Bucky mixed together. You could distinguish the different scents coming from both but you didn’t want to. Not when you knew that both were a package deal and you would give yourself a headache forcing your senses to separate them.

You wanted to stay like this for a little longer, turning in the sheets and nuzzling against the pillows, so many pillows. You felt like you were sleeping on a cloud. You wanted to stay forever, there was nothing out there waiting for you anyways. Except, there was something wrong. Why were you here ? And what was here anyways ? It was not your apartment and not a place you were familiar with.

Your eyes snapped open and you were instantly met with absolute darkness, or not absolute. The blinds were closed but you could see the shine of the moon creeping through the little openings. You body slowly regaining all its sensations and senses, you started feeling the aftermath of the events from before. You turned you face to one of the bedside tables and saw that it was late in the night, or early in the morning, 3:27 AM precisely. Now the time held your attention for a little time only.

As you sat up, you reached for a framed picture. It was Steve and Bucky, both smiling genuinely with you between them. You remembered that day, it was your birthday, your first with them. You were turning 22 at the time. Steve had instead on having you on his lap while Bucky wanted to have you on his. They tried to compromise, arguing like children while you tried to catch your breath from laughing to hard, so hard you were snorting. At the end they agreed on having you seating on Steve’s lap while your leg rested on Bucky’s. You weren’t looking at them but they were looking at you, with so much love and fondness. You three were so close Both managed to share your shoulders.

Looking at this you caught yourself smiling but rapidly lost it when you felt your face sting. You put down the frame and reached for the corner of your mouth and then your forehead. Red came in view and you finally noticed your hands too, scratched open and palms red. You ripped off the covers in a panic and when you saw the bandages on your left foot and on your knees which had been scratched open, you tried to keep in tears. You had been in an accident and then dragged out of your car and taken by some people you didn’t know. Or at least not that well, the face of some guy who would come in the bar and chat you up to end up rudely insulting you when you’d reject him, was the only thing you remembered before passing out.

Now you weren’t in any kinds of nostalgic mood anymore, you were angry, at yourself and at both Bucky and Steve. If they gad left you alone like you had so desperately begged, you would’ve been fine right now. You knew, it was ungrateful of you to think but how many more people would try and hurt you to get to them ? And would they come and save you next ? For all you knew, you didn’t matter that much to them. A frame on a bedside table wouldn’t change a thing, and neither would the fact that they had brought you here, probably their own house, to make sure you would be safe.

Nothing would change your mind, they didn’t care. They never did. And now wouldn’t be the beginning of it.

You stood up slowly, the violent stinging pain on your side reminding you that you’d been hurt around your stomach too and therefore had to take it slow. You limped towards a mirror and finally saw what you looked like. A mess. Well, that came with getting into an accident, if it could be called an accident. You exhaled, already exhausted by the whole thing but feeling even worse when you remembered that your car had been totaled. You would need to by a new car, a probably dozens of other things that had been lost.

You couldn’t help but feel a little happy for yourself though, you were alive which was great, and you honestly expected to be in an a way worse state than you were. All your wounds would heal in a few days and you’d be as good as new. You foot would probably take a few more weeks but that wasn’t too bad, you couldn’t handle it. The worst would probably be having to explain the incident to people. That was already killing you so you’d ignore it for now and focus on something else. Something like getting out of here.

You were lucky to find a pile of neatly folded clothes on a chair not to far from the bed, they had probably expected you to wake up at some point. You got dressed as slowly as your body allowed and checked for any sounds behind the door before opening, there was nothing. You checked the hallway and was surprised to see that it was empty. Waiting a few seconds, you understood that the whole place was empty.

Walking towards the exit, you were so close to leaving. So, so close. You hand reached for the door handle and before you could press it, it opened on its own. Shit. Coming in full view, standing tall and probably just as surprised and exhausted as you, were the two men you wanted to avoid at all costs. When their eyes dropped on you, you cursed out loud, backing away from them. They rapidly lost the surprised expressions on their faces and switched to angrier looks, slight worry visible through the whole stern thingy they had going on.

“What are you doing downstairs ? Why are you out of bed and how did you get out anyway ?” Queried Bucky, slowly walking towards you menacingly.

You narrowed your eyes, sending the both of you pointed looks of anger and annoyance. Who the fuck did they think they were talking to ? Certainly not you.

“How did I get out of bed ?” You repeated, trying to express the stupidity of the question. “I walked James. I’m not fucking dumb, thanks for asking.” You answered, rolling your eyes at them.

You tired to walk between them and towards the exit, in hope to go back to your own home and your own bed, but you were unfortunately blocked on your way by the larges bodies forming a barrier in front of you. Grabbing your wrist tightly, Steve pulled you towards him.

“You’re not going anywhere. Not until we’re certain that you’re fine.” He ordered, voice deep and commanding.

Again, they clearly were talking to someone else cause there was no way that you’d allow them to talk to you that way. You violently pulled your wrist off of his grasp and stifled a wince of pain before glaring at him.

“What are you ? My fucking dad ? Move !” You snapped, trying to push passed the two men but both blocked you again. This was worsening your already terrible mood.

Both men were probably in a similar mood to yours anyways. They had expected you to be asleep when the came home, nicely wrapped in their sheets and resting peacefully as they freshened up and cooked you diner. They would’ve slept in the room with you but on seats or the floor, they wanted you to be fully comfortable and that meant giving you the bed. But here you were, fighting to get out of their house, leaving them behind for forever probably. That thought alone ruined their moods but the idea of you being ready to fight to get away from them also made them violently angry, because the last thing they wanted was having you defy them while hurt and in need if help. You were ready to hurt yourself to get away and that wouldn’t do.

Their next attempt to stop you made you chuckle, more in annoyance than anything. You rubbed your face and screamed in your hands before starting to laugh hysterically.

“God, you’re really that fucking bored in your lived aren’t you ? Don’t have enough people to fuck over ? You need to fake being sorry to get your daily enjoyment ? You need to fake caring because you’re that pathetic ?! God, can’t believe half the town is scared of you.” You mocked, looking condescending as ever.

Both looked at each other before grabbing you by your arms and lifting you up towards the living room. They sat you down on the couch and kneeled in front of you to take your shoes off. You trashed around, cussing them out and cussing at yourself for being in pain. Bucky left to get you ice while Steve stayed to make sure you would stay put.

Once the brunette was back, he elevated your foot, holding it carefully but tightly and glaring at you when you tried to rip it off his grasp. When they were done, both started pacing around the room, trying to call down before they tried to speak to you. You on the other hand simply exhaled, bothered and exasperated by the situation. You rolled your eyes again and put your foot down again before putting on your shoes again as they watched, completely baffled at your incapacity to stay put.

When you stood up, ready to walk out again (or at least limp out), Bucky rushed to grab your wrist and spin you around. Holding you by the shoulders, you could see the anger dancing in his eyes when he looked at you. He wasn’t used to being defied and even less used to being ignored.

“You really can’t listen for shit, can you ? You’re hurt and you have one fucking task, staying out and letting us take care of you, is that so hard to do ?!” He snapped, face so close to yours, anyone in your position would probably be pissing themselves. Except you weren’t anyone and you weren’t going to let them treat you like you were.

Looking at him with eyes void of emotions but just as severe as his own, you put your hands on his chest softly which surprised him, before pushing him backwards.

“Listen to me carefully James. This is the very last time you talk to me like I’m some kind of child that you’re in charge of. I’m not one of your fucking slaves who follow your every love and word because they’re terrified of you. The business relationship you both have with others, that’s you. Me, I’m not your responsibility, I’ve never been and I’ll never be. If I need dickheads like you, I’ll find them myself, but don’t act like you did me a favor when we all know that this wouldn’t have happened in the first place if you had left me alone like I told you to.” You said, your voice calm and controlled but your eyes burning with anger.

Taking his hand off of his chest, you were ready to walk out once more but was stopped in your track. This had been your last straw, the echo created by your hand meeting the skin if the blond man behind you.

“Let go of my fucking hand before I slap you again Steven. I will not repeat myself and I won’t mind punching you next. Broken bones or not, I don’t want you anywhere near me, when are you going to fucking understand that ?!” You snapped, not noticing the tears gathering on the corner of your eyes.

The taller man kept his face hanging on the side, recovering from your slap. He grazed his cheek softly before looking at you. Now all three of you looked fuming, this was about to be fun.

Steve was glaring at you, probably trying to keep in all the things he wanted to say, and opted for the physical approach. As he dragged you towards the couch once more, you violently stepped on his foot, kicking his shin on the way. It gave you a few seconds to make a run for it but as you reached the entrance lf the room, you were lifted off the floor and carried to the couch. You trashed around again, kicking and scratching violently to get out of Bucky’s grasp.

“Let me fucking go ! I said let go, you fucking asshole ! Let me fucking go !” You screamed, elbowing him in the ribs and scratching his hands violently.

The man threw you on the couch and pressed your thighs down to keep you still. He kneeled in front of you, daring look on his face, begging you to try and run away from them again. You eyes, blown wide and furious, juggled between the both of them. You raised your hand to slap him but he caught it, probably thinking this would be enough but rapidly understanding that it wouldn’t be when you violently backhanded him in the face. You didn’t give him time to recover before chuckling in his face.

“You think you can keep me here ? You think that you’ve got all the fucking rights in the world when it comes to me ? Because we fucked for a while once in a long time ago ?! Fuck off !” You roared, voice resonating in the room.

You tried to stand again but were brought down by the both of them. Bucky’s metal fingers grabbed your jaw to force your eyes to look at him. You violently tried to get him off of you but it was impossible. You were too angry to notice the pain and anger you were in. Your tears were heavily rolling down your cheeks as you sent him your deadliest stare.

“What happened to you ? You’ve never been this fucking difficult and violent but suddenly the only thing you wanna do is run and hurt yourself just to get your fucking way ? We saved you fucking life ! They would’ve killed you !” Snapped the brunette, letting the emotions that the thought of your death brought to him, transpire in his eyes.

“And you want me to thank you ? You want me to get on my fucking knees and kiss you feet for fixing a situation that happened because of you ?!” You responded, voice resonating through the room. It wasn’t as steady as you wanted it to be but it didn’t matter anymore, you had too much things to say and they were already tumbling out of your mouth.

“For as long as I’ve known you, you played with people, me included ! And you’re still doing it ! You’re fucking gamed practically got me killed but it doesn’t fucking matter to you because all you fucking care about is enjoying your fucking games !” You said through gritted teeth.

They looked at you carefully, studying your face and expression. They’d never seen you this way, angry and emotions overflowing. You weren’t keeping anything in and they could see it, they’d seen it before on people. These people were exhausted of keeping in years of emotions in, hiding it al’ and acting like everything was fine when truthfully nothing was. This was you right now, because of them.

Both sets of eyes softened and it made you even angry. You started hitting them wherever you could reach, your hands coming in contact with their necks and collarbones. This time, they stopped you delicately, reaching for your hands and holding them tightly in an attempt to reassure you.

“Stop touching me ! Don’t fucking touch me ! Don’t ! Fucking ! Touch ! Me !” You punctuated each words with a punch wherever you could land it.

As the minutes passed, your actions started loosing strength. You were hitting less hard and crying harder but it did not stop you from pushing them one last time and limping as fast as you could away from them. Both let you go, watching sadly as you ignored the pain of your bleeding hands and swelling ankle. They sat in silence, trying to keep from crying themselves.

They couldn’t stand to see you in this state, so distraught and desperate to get away. The vision of the woman you were when you met them kept popping up and the difference made them so dizzy, they could throw up. This broken person that they had loved and still loved so much, they made her. They had made you this was, crumbling over yourself. You’d lost your spark, they had taken it by playing with your heart in the past and deciding that burying you under presents would get them back in your heart.

They had messed up and nothing would stop them from trying to gain your forgiveness. Even if it meant accepting to give up on your live for them. Even if it would kill them, they would accept the punishment they knew the deserved.

“W-Why can’t you just leave me alone…? I didn’t do anything to you… I took all the things I owned and left without disturbing anyone but you keep popping up in my fucking life !” You sobbed loudly, smearing blood all over your face as you tried to stop the flow of tears dripping out of your eyes. “You didn’t fucking care before so why do you keep ruining it for me ?!” You asked without looking at them.

They couldn’t stand this, couldn’t keep it in any longer. Walking towards you, they kneeled in front of you, trying to sooth you.

“Baby, please look at u-“ Steve was cut off by your hand.

You were quick to stop them in their track. You raised your hand, forcing them to back up as you tried to back up into the wall too. They raised their own hands as a sign of peace, making sure you understood that they wouldn’t force you anymore.

“Look at us… Baby please…” Begged Bucky, eyes filled with emotions.

When you shook your head, denying them the possibility to fully see you, they let out heavy sighs. They would do it this way.

“We… We know we hurt you. We understand that and nothing will ever justify what we did.” Started Steve. “Hurting you was the last thing we wanted princess, we swear it.”

You responded by crying louder in your hands.

“Why are you lying to me ?! That’s all you fucking did ! You keep lying to me ! You had a bet on me and now you’re still toying with my fucking life for you enjoyment ! Did it make you happy to see me hurt ?! Is it punishment for not coming back running to you ?!” You asked, your voice shaking and your eyes full of fear.

“God, no, never !” Cried the brunette man.

This was enough for both men to start crying. They had never wanted to hurt their younger selves more than right now. Here you were, the woman holding both their hearts, looking at them with fearful eyes. This was their worst nightmare, worst than losing you forever. Having you fear them was the last thing they wanted.

Steve reached for you, crying profusely and taking your face in his warm hands delicately. He tried to calm you down as you fought against his skin, trying to get him off of you. He wanted to leave you be but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t, not when they both had made the mistake of letting you suffer on your own before.

“Please… I’m begging you, don’t fight it… You’re hurting yourself, please just give us a chance to explain…” He begged, searching for your eyes with his own.

You were exhausted and dizzy. You couldn’t fight anymore and something in you wanted to hear their explanations. You wanted to know why, no, you needed to know why. You’d given them your heart and they had crushed it. You deserved to know why. So you stopped fighting and looked at them both.

For the first time since the beginning of this situation, you could see them fully. They looked just as exhausted as you, and bloody too, but you doubted the blood was theirs. Or yours. It was covering their fancy shirts and suits. Specs of blood could be seen on Bucky’s metal hand and on his knuckles. Both men’s knuckles were bloody.

“We had to make whoever took you pay baby… We had to. We couldn’t let them get away with it.” Explained Bucky, noticing your eyes on their hands.

“Why not…?” You asked softly. You were genuinely confused by the discovery, your brain wasn’t functioning right now and your headache was worsening by the second.

Crawling up to you and holding your cheek tenderly, the brunette looked at you with the most desperate and loving gaze ever.

“Because we love… Fucking hell doll… We love you with everything we have… We can’t just let you get hurt…” He declared through his own tears.

You had managed to bring both the most terrifying men in the country to their knees, crying for you. Begging for you to look at them, to let them explain, pleading for your forgiveness, for your love, for you. Them who made even the biggest and tallest out there shake in fear under their deadly gaze. Both could get absolutely anything and anyone in the world but here they were, begging for you and you only.

“You say that now… That you can’t let me get hurt… But you didn’t mind humiliating me back in college…” You said, finally wiping the tears of your face and seating straight. “Was it fun at least ? To bet on me like that ? Did you enjoy it ? Or maybe you didn’t… I probably ruined it for you by finding out… Is that why you can’t leave me alone ?” You asked, eyes juggling between both men.

This time, Steve felt like he had to answer. This conversation, they had it between each other before. They needed to have it, to figure out why they thought it would be a good idea to begin with and why they had waited until you’d been gone completely to fully realize that they had not only lost you but the capacity to explain. Bucky could very much explain but the blond man had been the closest physically to you that day, he’d been seating right besides you and he remembered the way your eyes looking into his last, begging for an explanation before you left, crushed by the silence.

Grabbing your thighs softly and waiting for you approval, he brought you closer to him, lifting you up and seating you on his lap as he himself sat on the floor. His fingers grazed your face, wiping the tears and stains of blood left under your eyes.

“The bet… God, this was probably the most childish thing we’ve ever done… Just thinking about it, I feel like kicking my own ass. We both feel this way…” He chuckled, taking a pause to reminisce. “We thought about it you know ? We talked about why we did it and why we didn’t explain ourselves. The truth is, nothing could justify it. We can’t understand why and we don’t really want to honestly… There is no point in looking for justification when there’s none.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this the day I found out ? You’re saying this now but it’s been years Steve…” You muttered, looking sadly into his eyes.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest but letting go when you winced in pain. A wave of anger took over him when he remembered that you were suffering, wounded. He quickly gathered his thoughts, rubbing his hand over his face before looking at your face again. He was about to speak again but was stopped by Bucky’s hand on his.

“We didn’t tell you earlier because at that moment, when we realized what was happening… We felt like it was what we deserved.” Started the brunette, seating besides you and laying his hand on your thigh carefully. “We had thought before about what would’ve happened if we told you. How you’d react and how we’d react. When it became reality, we thought that the only thing we could do was let you go. The foundation of the relationship was based on a lie and keeping you in it wouldn’t have been fair to you.” He explained slowly, fiddling with his fingers.

You knew this tendency of his, he would fiddle when he felt anxious, worried about something but was too scared to speak up and ask for help. You had helped greatly with his anxiety, helping him feel better in life and he would tell you one day that you were the reason why he even became as confident as he was today. When you left, everything he had struggled with before came back in a giant wave. And while he had been able to rely on Steve to help him through it before, now both were sinking.

After a year without you, they had hear about you from some connections they had from college. You’d grown and succeeded, getting what you wanted in life. They’d been so proud of you for advancing, they felt a rush of life flow through their veins. They were ready to grow and learn, and when they could, they would face you again. Ready to prove themselves to you. They had it all planned out. Except the part were you had changed too, becoming cold and closed off. You weren’t just rejecting them, they simply didn’t exist to you and that crushed them in a way nothing had ever before. They couldn’t give up, they refused to give up. So they kept pushing, ignoring each rejection and trying again. Until they couldn’t anymore.

“We were punishing ourselves for letting the lie go on for so long. We thought about telling you from the beginning. Even before actually, when we figured out how much we loved you, we couldn’t stand it, we were terrified. We couldn’t think of anything to keep you in our lives while also telling you the truth. So we didn’t, we chose to keep it to ourselves and changed motives. We started acting genuine with you, out of love. Most, if not all, the things we did were out of love more than greed or weird sick amusement. We wanted you honestly and we couldn’t ruin it by letting you think that we only wanted you for the bet.” Bucky’s words soon started tumbling out if his mouth, he wasn’t speaking to explain himself to you, but to himself. All the thoughts he had about the situation gathered themselves in a way that made sense and could be expressed out loud.

You’d been listening attentively and felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. For years you’d think about the fact that they had never explained themselves despite the multiple chances you gave and for long you had thought that maybe there wasn’t anything to say because it didn’t matter that much. You thought that it was you, your fault for catching feelings that easily and you had taken a long time to heal from those thoughts.

The truth being revealed felt so good, but not just because truly it wasn’t your fault, or theirs. It felt good because you knew now, they truly cared. Maybe you were being stupid by taking their words for what they were without a second thought, but you did. You spent too many years overthinking everything about them and your relationship. You spent years looking for signs that they cared and now you finally had one. You had plenty actually and that was enough for you.

Blinking slowly, you reached for Bucky’s hands and separated the both of them, preventing him from fiddling further. His breath caught in his throat when he felt your fingers on his and he kept in a sob when your hands stayed on his. Grabbing them softly, he nuzzled against your palms, ignoring the blood and just inhaling your scent and your warmth. God, he had missed you so much. For so long, he dreamt of the feeling of your skin on his again, the scent of you and everything you were. He had craved it and having you here, reaching for him and welcoming him to do the same, it was all too much for him. For the both of them.

“Listen baby,” Started Steve, looking at you in the eyes. “We know that after tonight, a lot of things need to be discussed and done better. They way we acted all this time, the way we approached the situation. Nothing about it was right and fair to you. We should’ve done a lot of things differently and it’s probably too late to say but we’re sorry. Truly. We’ll spend the rest of our lives fighting for your forgiveness and your trust again.” He declared, smiling softly, those bog blue eyes so intense and full of love, all of it directed towards you.

“Except this time, we’ll follow your lead. What you want from us, we’ll do. Everything you want. If you want us gone, we’ll disappear, but just know that it won’t ever stop us from loving you with everything we have princess…” Added Bucky, sharing the same adoring look that Steve had on his face.

Your eyes filling with tears all over again, you lowered your head, smiling happily. You hated yourself for folding that easily, but you couldn’t help it. They owned you mind, body and soul. You were theirs, you loved them unconditionally and you had never stopped loving them. You hid your face in the crook of Steve’s neck, crying silently.

“I’m tired…” You muttered, voice muffled by his broad shoulders.

Both responded by chuckling. They couldn’t help it, finally feeling comfortable enough and at peace. You were welcoming them in, allowing them to learn and love you again. They would be everything you desired and beyond, spoiling you by proving to you that they were worth you love and attention. This wasn’t just a promise, but an oath to you and them.

As both stood up, Steve holding you in his arms, they walked up the stairs towards their bedroom. They would take care of you for the night and discuss the rest later.

After laying you on the bed, they instructed for you to strip of your clothes and sit comfortably while they handled diner for the three of you. They made sure to put an ice pack on your ankle and give your hands a little bit of cleaning before wrapping them again. When diner was ready, they brought it for you in the room. Bucky had insisted on feeding you himself, to make sure you would eat well, before both started eating their own plates. They put on a movie to cover the silence but soon turned it off when you started speaking again. The conversation soon got animated, the topics changing constantly but the positive atmosphere always present.

Once dinner had been over, you found yourself resting your head comfortably against Bucky’s broad chest, your legs draped over Steve’s as he massaged your calves. Both men were still dressed in their bloody suits and after a little bit of convincing, you got them to agree to a shower. Now the only conditions were that it would be a bath and you came with them. They wanted to clean the blood in your hands and around your wounds. You’d simply chuckled and agreed, enjoying how desperate and needy they were for you. They refused to let you go and you could only give in to their wishes.

Once the water filled the tub, they were careful to undress you themselves, taking turns and taking pieces of clothing off of your body. They admired you in silence, even taking the time to inhale your lingering scent on the clothes. Once completely naked, they admired you from head to toe, trying their best to contain themselves as your wounds were revealed. They had been told about your physical state over the phone but this was ten times worse.

You observed as they stared at your body, quickly understanding that a wave of rage was taking over their bodies and ruining the bliss they’d been basking in for the past hours. Reaching up to the both of them, you caressed their faces tenderly, reminding them that you were here and you were safe, with them. Their moods instantly shifted, going back to the peaceful and loving men they were to you and you only.

It was your turn to undress them and you made sure to take your time and let your eyes linger for as long as you want. When taking off their shirts, both watched as your eyes travelled around their tatted chests and both let out similar grunts when your fingers retraced the ones with interested you the most. Again, trying to distinguish their smells would be headache inducing so you didn’t try it but you enjoyed being covered in their scents. Once you reached their pants, you were a little less bold than them, blocking at their belts. They both chuckled, encasing your naked body in their against their chests and kissing your forehead and cheeks tenderly.

“Don’t worry sweet girl, we’ll help you get comfortable with our bodies again…” Muttered Steve, lips stretched in a smile and pressed to your temple.

“You’ll get to do whatever you want very soon, remember that our bodies are yours too. Every piece of them.” Added the brunette man, his metal hand sliding around your waist softly, to rest on your belly, and his lips pecking your cheek.

When their pants dropped, you averted your eyes which amused them a lot because there was nothing you hadn’t seen before. All of it, you had seen, touched, played with, owned. Some tattoos were new, a lot of them, but the rest, it was all something you’d seen in the past. Seeing you so shy around them sent warmth straight from their heart to their hardening members. You had effects on them in the most mundane ways and having you naked did not help, but they weren’t complaining.

Stepping in the very large tub, Bucky lifted you up in his arms before seating down and helping you seat between his legs. He could feel that you wanted to completely rest against his but were refraining so he took it upon himself to slide his metal arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. You gasped in surprise when you welt his length poke your back, which made him chuckle. Steve watched in amusement as the two of you got more comfortable around each other and he took the opportunity to elevate your swollen ankle on his shoulder to massage it.

Putting his hand flat on your belly, Bucky lips travel from your cheek to your jaw and then down on the side of your neck.

“Relax for us baby…” He whispered in your ear, his deep voice resonating in your head.

Once you fully laid against his chest, they started massaging any part of your body they could reach, taking time to leave tender kisses behind. Each and every one of them left you craving for more, your hand reaching towards Steve to caress his jaw or your fingers hooking around Bucky’s. Once both were done with you, considering you relaxed enough, they allowed you to play with them.

You kneeled in the tub, crawling towards Steve to settle between his parted thighs. You grabbed his hand and traced the veins on his palms. You took the wet cloth they had placed besides the tub and started washing around his neck and shoulders, cleaning the remnants of blood on his skin. He let you navigate his body, groaning when you’d touch a sensitive spot. He tried to not be in your way, you seemed so focused, but he couldn’t help wanting to kiss you all over. You just looked so perfect, taking care of him so attentively.

When Bucky’s turn came, you couldn’t help the heat that rushed all the way down to your pussy. You could fell yourself get wetter and wetter the more you looked at him. Here he was, heavy thighs parted and welcoming you in, one of his arms resting on the tub and holding his head while the other came up to your waist, pulling you closer in a smooth and effortless motion.

“Come on princess, don’t be shy… You took such good care of Stevie, now you gotta do the same for me…” He teased, a devious smile on his beautiful face.

He was playing with the part of your waist that didn’t hurt, pinching your skin delicately, and enjoying your little yelps of surprise. You were rubbing the cloth on his skin, staring at the tattoos around his neck and back, when you felt his lips against your ear, biting on your ear lob delicately. You stopped in your track which he noticed, tapping you lower back with his thumb.

“Don’t stop princess… I’m just having fun, don’t mind me.” His words sounded teasing but he was giving you an order, and you were a good girl. So you obeyed.

Rubbing soap over his large shoulders, you tried to stay as focused as possible while his hands lowered on your body, settling on your ass and grabbing handfuls of your flesh. His lips were getting lower and lower, getting dangerously close to a point he knew would have you weak on your knees. His teeth bit onto your collarbone and sucked on your skin, his eyes never leaving your face. He knew the effect he had on you, he could feel your fingers trembling on his shoulders. Your hands hadn’t been moving in the past minutes, you were trying so hard to follow his order and that only made his cock throb in the water.

Looking over your shoulder, his eyes settled on Steve, signaling for him to get closer and have some fun. The blond man didn’t need to be asked twice, quickly sliding behind you and wrapping an arm around you. When you whimpered, feeling his girth press on your back, he kissed you on the cheek to get you to settle down. His free hand caressed your stomach, dipping in the water and reached your folds. He used two fingers to part them enough to fit his middle finger inside your tight heat. He could feel you, wet and desperate for more. He had missed this, both had. So, so, so much.

“Come on baby, keep rubbing Buck’s shoulders. Don’t pay attention to us.” Whispered Steve, pumping his middle finger in you.

You couldn’t respond, only breath heavily and whine against their bodies, trying your best to keep doing what you’d been told to do. You closed your eyes tightly, biting your lips to prevent the loud moan that threatened to escape when Steve started rubbing your clit with his thumb. Circling around the nerve, you turned your face in an attempt to hide how utterly desperate you were. But they already knew.

Bucky reached for your face, taking hold of your chin softly before spreading his fingers over your jaw and forcing you to face him.

“Open your eyes princess. Open them, I won’t repeat myself.” He ordered, voice deep and commanding.

You shyly obeyed, looking into his deep blue eyes which made you feel like you were drowning. You could see the lust in them, his pupils dark and blown wide as he stared at you with a faint smirk of amusement.

“Look at that Stevie… Ain’t she the best ? So obedient and just for us huh ?” Purred the man in front if you.

“Yup, she’s definitely the best. At least she is now, but not so much earlier. Don’t you think babygirl ? You weren’t very good earlier.” Responded his best friend, breath fanning the side of you face as he kept fucking his finger into you.

Tightening his hold on your body, Bucky’s hand traveled back up to your breast, griping your tits firmly and wrapping his lips around your nipples and sucking on you. You gasped, throwing your head back in pleasure and breathlessly whispering his name. You dropped the rag in the water to free you hand and slide them in long raven hair. You pulled on his roots but pressed his face further against your chest, begging for more a little louder.

Steve observed as you slowly lost all strength to resist or do anything other than moan their names in pleasure. He took the opportunity and slid an additional finger deep in you, spreading you open further.

“S-Steve… F-Fuck… Please more… Please…” You pleaded, voice strained and wavering.

Letting go of your breast in a wet plop, smiling wide, his hands still palming your tits. His metal thumb was rubbing circles around your neglected nipple, making it so difficult for you to think rationally.

“God, you were so loud earlier, so, so, so loud… Now look at you, can’t say a fucking coherent word can you ? Can barely think straight, you’re a blabbering mess…” Mocked the brunette, dropping kisses on the swell of your breasts.

Suddenly standing up, Bucky slid his arm under your thigh and lifted you up. You squealed in surprise, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and holding tightly onto him.

“How ‘bout we take you to bed huh ? Gotta discipline you and teach you about manners.” Said the man, rubbing his nose on the crown of your head. You could feel his finger play with the skin of your thighs, creeping dangerously close to your leaking cunt. Before you could even beg him not to, he was already palming you folds. Your teeth sunk into your lips hard, biting back the most obscene moans.

Steve stood up, a soft smile on his face, and reached for your face, turning you towards him. God, the vision of your sweet face trying so hard to not let a sound out was the biggest turn on ever. He felt his cock twitch against his stomach when your he noticed the faint tears on the corner of your eyes.

“It’s okay princess… If you obey to Bucky’s commands, you’ll be fine.” He reassured, pecking your cheek tenderly and stepping out of the tub.

When your body, still wet and glistening under the light, was laid on the bed delicately, Steve sat behind you while Bucky kneeled in front of the bed. He grabbed your thigh firmly and spread them open. Heat creeped up on your face, a wave if embarrassment spreading through you when you felt his piercing gaze stare down at your dripping pussy. You saw him lick his lips, sending you a quick glance, before diving between your legs.

There was no sign of defiance from you anymore, your mood and personality from earlier completely gone to be replaced by the needy girl they knew you to be. You’d lost all signs of courage to hide your face against the thick thighs of the blond man who took the opportunity of having your beautiful face so close to his cock, to stroke it slowly. Grabbing your jaw delicately, he rubbed you face with his thumb while you spread your legs wider to allow Bucky’s punishment to deepen itself.

Starved and just as needy as you, the brunette lapped at your folds, drinking every drop of slick coming out of you. He’d dream of the things he would do to you once you’d allow them back in your heart. Some days he felt like Steve and him would be gentle and loving, taking time to explore your body again, as if it was all new to them. These days were the ones where they would see you but not talk to you. They would stay far and observe as you lived your life, smiling genuinely and laughing without a care in the world.

Some other days, the only thing they would have in mind was throwing you over their shoulder and laying you on a table or the nearest flat surface. The primal need to have you begging for them, pleading to be allowed mercy and asking for forgiveness as they fucked you senseless, was all they could think about. They would rip your clothes off, keeping the remnants for themselves and would play with your body as if being fucked and used by them specifically was all you could do and were good for. These days were the ones like today, where they would talk to you and be violently rejected.

The lives they lived cemented the idea in their minds that they could have everything and anything they desired. They’d always been able to bring anyone to their knees, never lacking in attention or other things of this sort. You’d been the first to not only ignore them, but deny them once they made the first step. Rejecting presents after presents, they could only think about how much they would spoil you if you accepted them back in your life. You’d been their center of gravity, keeping them on the ground and humbling them from time to time. Losing you had been like losing any sense if rationality and all that you could feel it through the treatment they both inflicted you.

Ignoring your pleas to be fucked finally, Bucky let his tongue explore you thoroughly, his beared scratching your inner thighs. Filling your tight pussy with his tongue, you could only squirm as he kept you still on the bed. His hand were holding on your flesh so hard, you knew you would feel his fingers on you for a little while after.

The brunette raised his eyes up to watch your face contorted in pleasure as his tongue circled around your swollen clit. Tears has been threatening to flow out of your beautiful doe eyes and he would make sure to get you crying soon enough but for now he wanted something else of you.

“Babygirl, how ‘bout… You help Stevie out a little. Bet the poor guy’s has been dying to have that bratty mouth of your full, huh Stevie ?”

Looking up to the blond man, you knew you were done for the moment your eyes crossed his. Those beautiful blue eyes of his that you started into when looking for comfort and reassurance, they were glowing with this little light of need you knew your lover to have. The soft Steve you knew years before, the one who always waited his turn or asked to touch you. Poor boy, you’d been neglecting him and he kept quiet and obediently watched Bucky fuck you with his tongue. You had to make it up to him.

You laid your head on his muscular thighs, rubbing your fingers on them and moaning against his skin that you would bite on when Bucky’s punishment became too much to bear. Looking at Steve’s cock, your mouth watered seeing how thick and long it was. Softly running your lips up his shaft and looking up at him, you let your tongue lick a droplet of pre-cum leaking out of his bulbous head. You’d never wanted to have something in your mouth that much before. It looked so red and desperate to be touched, stuffed tight in that beautiful mouth of yours.

You wrapped your hand around him, stroking the shaft quickly before kissing the tip. He let out a heavy breath, gulping loudly in anticipation. Feeling confident under his gaze, you kissed down on his cock, reaching his balls that you sucked into your mouth.

“F-Fuck… Our beautiful dove… Missed that mouth of yours so much…” Cursed the man, brain going completely blank when you vigorously sucked onto his sack, his thick cock resting on your face and pulsating against your soft skin.

Bucky, still enjoying himself between your legs, flipped you around effortlessly, and spread your thighs apart as he raised your hips in the air. Here you were, face down over Steve’s thick girth and ass raised high in the air, ready to be played with more. Parting your ass from behind, he dived deep in you pussy once more except this time, his thumb circled around your ass, preparing you for the both of them at the same time.

Arching your back, you let out a loud moan at the new intrusion, which sent vibrations all around Steve’s sensitive dick. The man slid his hand around the back of your neck, squeezing lightly to tell you to fully take him in your mouth and you obliged. Swallowing him whole, you felt tears wet the corner of your eyes at the intrusion. You’d completely forgotten how large and long Steve was, and his tip poking into the back of your throat was a reminder you could never forget.

Eyes blown wide, he grabbed onto your small jaw, tightly holding your face, as your wicked tongue circled around his thick shaft. Deprived for so longue of each other, he couldn’t contain his sounds increasing at each of your movements. Your held onto his parted thighs and started bobbing your head, taking him deeper and deeper down your throat.

“God… P-Princess… That mouth of yours will kill me one day…” He growled, pushing your head lower again his lower stomach.

Your lips were already grazing his pelvis, you could barely breath and you felt like you were about to cry, but you couldn’t stop. The feeling of his massive cock pulsating in your throat as you worked to please him made your own pussy throb. Clenching around nothing, you could feel Bucky’s smirk against your cunt as he knew the effect Steve’s cock had on you. Always the eager girl to have your throat fucked thoroughly.

“Come on Stevie, don’t you wanna fuck that pretty face ? Don’t hold back buddy, she loves it, she’s so wet I could drown in her sweet pussy…” Said the man between your thighs, his thumb spreading your ass open a little more as he pleasured your dripping cunt.

The blond man tried to fight the need to fuck your throat as best as he could, but when his eyes crossed yours and you moaned around his shaft, he couldn’t control himself. Bucking hid hips against your face, he moaned a string of profanities mixed with your name. Soon, you weren’t doing anything anymore, just being used as a set of holes that had been dearly missed.

“F-Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck… Mouth so good for me… Keeping me all warm in your throat don’t you babygirl ? Bet you dreamt of getting fucked like that huh ?” Purred the blond man, throwing his head back in pleasure, his hips thrusting against your face mercilessly.

Your nails were gripping on the flesh of his thighs, leaving slight red marks behind you as you felt him swell a little more in your mouth while Bucky’s thumb slid deep in your ass, stretching your muscle open and getting you ready to be fucked and filled in every hole you had.

You were on edge, waiting for your violent orgasm. You felt it coming, you pulsating clit warning you that you couldn’t take anymore and the next flick of Bucky’s tongue tearing you apart as yours orgasm washed over you. Your vision blurred, specs of white covering everything in sight while you moaned around Steve’s cock. Soon it was his turn to cum, filling your throat with his creamy seed. His hands kept you face close, keeping you so close that you choked on his cum, coughing loudly but swallowing every drop he gave you greedily.

Your legs gave out as you collapsed on Steve’s body, breath fanning his dick which managed to still be hard even after that.

“Look at you, already broken and we didn’t do anything yet…” Chuckled Steve, dropping tender kisses on your open palms. He was grinding against your face, letting his hardening cock grow against your skin.

Suddenly, you were grabbed by the waist and hoisted up on Steve’s legs, seating on his and giving him the opportunity to feel your fluttering pussy on him. He took your hips in his hands and pressed you down on him to feel you more. Your sweet slick pooled out if you and coated both your inner thighs and Steve’s thighs that you began riding desperately.

You were pulled forwards by the man who finally, and for the first time in the night, brought you in for a kiss. His lips, soft and plump against yours, only made you dizzy for more. You were rolling your hips against his body and reached for his girth, stroking it up and down slowly. The taller man’s tongue, massaging your, rediscovered your mouth. Both of you felt your arousal grow when he tasted his own cum in your mouth.

Once more, you were taken by surprise and pulled backwards by Bucky who crashed his own lips against you. While his tongue forced you to taste your own juices, his fingers reached for your tits, grabbing one and palming it. Steve took the second one in one of his hand while the other wrapped around your hand still stroking his dick.

“Y-You feel this baby ? What you do to me ? To us ?” He moaned, watching in admiration as his best friend rubbed his own cock on your ass. You could feel heavy drops of pre-cum leak out of his shaft and on your backside. His lips were molding against yours and his teeth biting in your flesh.

Pulling away to let you breath, you started mindlessly begging to be filled. You wanted them inside you and you wanted them now

“P-Please… I’m sorry, I promise… I’ll be good…” You cried, reaching for his face. You fingers grazed his lips before dropping in exhaustion. “Please, just fuck me…”

You voice sounded so exhausted, but desperate. Both men could only look at each other, wide grins on their faces. How could they refuse you when you were begging so well ? They simply couldn’t and wouldn’t.

Manhandling you to sit on Steve’s lap, the blond man kissed the side of you neck tenderly, reaching your lips and kissing you passionately. You were so focused on it, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to catch you by surprise. He lined himself up at you entrance before sitting you down harshly ln his cock.

“O-Oh… G-God, fuck, fuck… Oh my God…” You gasped, feeling a lava like sensation cover your entire body.

You were burning from the inside, you brain completely off when you felt how thick he was. You’d completely forgotten about the difference between feeling him in your mouth and feeling him in your tight cunt. Even as wet as you were, you were holding him so tight in you, he could practically collapse in your arms. You velvet walls fluttering around his cock and begging to be stretched, you moaned his name loudly before he even started doing anything to you.

“Oh Princess… Pussy’s so good… Feels like heaven…” He moaned, trying to give you time to adjust to him. His face was flushed and his eyes filled with lust, you could see him slowly lose control over himself. Poor baby, he’d been deprived of you for so long, you’d enjoy taking care if him.

Laying your palms flat on his chest, you pushed him back a little to be able to see his face.

“Let me take care of you Stevie…” You whispered softly, looking down on his beautiful face.

Having you keep him so warm inside you was already a lot for the man who had waited for you for so long. But now that you wanted to take charge, he felt just about ready to cum just at the thought of it. So he laid back, obediently letting you do whatever you wanted.

As familiar as he was and as wet as you were, Steve was impossibly thick and long, you would never be able to take him fully in one move. You had to sit up and lower yourself on his cock a little more each time. Your walls stretching to a point of thinking you would rip in two, you finally sat on his cock, fully buried in your tight cunt. He groaned at the feeling of your pulsating throbbing pussy, clenching around him, desperate to be filled with as much cum as you could take.

Bucky, watching from behind, couldn’t contain his arousal at the absolute vision you both were. He sat back in silence, taking his cock in hand and started stroking himself while you fucked yourself on Steve’s cock.

The whimpers you let out, trying your best to not let the desperation show to much were giving away how needy you were. Your hands gripped onto Steve’s firm sculpted chest and you started bouncing on him.

“F-Fuck baby… Can’t take… Can’t take it… Knew that cunt would kill me one day…" Grabbing your hands, he brought them to his face, letting you slowly sink in pleasure and completely forget that you were supposed to take care of him.

Sliding your fingers in his mouth, you started riding him like a mechanic bull, letting your tits bounce in sync with your body. The vision was worth every in the world, you magnificent body, warm and inviting, welcoming every inch of him inside you, this was the dream.

“S-Steve… God, fuck, feels so good… That big cock feels so good in me… So thick, c-can’t take it…” You cried out, bouncing faster and faster on his lap.

Watching your breast sway over his bearded face had his mouth watering, drool leaking from the side of it. His hand reached up and his mouth got busy, sucking on your tits and biting your nipples desperately. Flesh so full and supple, he couldn’t help what your tits did to him. You gripped on his hair, rolling your hips over his pelvis, the pleasure making your legs weak.

When you slowed down, Steve started whining against your chest, no, don’t stop please baby, don’t stop. He couldn’t be deprived of your pussy, he wouldn’t survive it. He detached his hands from your breasts, keeping you deep in his mouth still, and grabbed your hips tightly.

“Holy fuck, shit, Oh my… Oh God…!” You wailed in pleasure as the man started slamming you against his cock. Raising his hips, you felt him deeper than ever before, you cervix suffering the violent hammering of his tip. He wasn’t just poking your spot, he was destroying it and enjoying the vision of his cock in your belly at the same time.

“F-Fuck… ‘M so… So sorry baby… Can’t take it, need your pussy so bad…” He preened again your tits. His teeth had been holding your nipples hostage while sucking on you, desperate to taste your skin all over.

His hands were going to be felt for days seeing as he kept tightening his hold on you, slamming your poor body on his thick girth. You could feel his sack slap against your swollen folds and the mix between both your juices mixing at the base of his shaft.

You were loosing your mind, all rational thoughts rapidly leaving you and his name being the only thing left. Picture of his cock tearing you up from the inside were plastered around the corners of your brain, your nails digging into his flesh. You couldn’t take it, neither of you could, you’d been so deprived of them and you hadn’t even noticed. Your pussy was designed for them, shaped around them to fit perfectly around their manhood. You were ruined for anyone else.

Tits still swaying on his face, his mouth never left your breast for more than a few seconds, needing to feel you inside it. He sucked on your skin, groped and massaged you with passion, feasting on the sounds you would let out and letting his beared scratch your sensitive skin.

“Oh… S-Steve, f-fuck… Baby ! Steve p-please slow down baby, p-please !” You begged, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer.

The man couldn’t even respond, simply shaking his head before focusing back on plowing into your cervix. You felt Bucky’s metal hand slide over your stomach and press the part where his best friend’s tip could be seen and felt. You threw your head back, crying out in pleasure when the brunette placed himself behind you, letting his cock nuzzle between your ass cheeks while his free hand came to play with your clit.

“Come on doll… Cum for us… Cream all over his cock, make a mess over him…” He whispered, kissing your jaw softly.

You were overflowed by emotions and sensations, your entire body was taken over by pleasure, your cunt clenching around him and swallowing him deep.

“F-Fuck babygirl, fuck me… Fuck… I-It’s gonna be big princess, can’t keep it in, fuck…!” He growled, his thrusts loosing rhythm but never strength.

Feeling a wave of confidence, you arched your back and slammed him to the mattress, riding him as hard as you could. Your fingers were stuffed in his mouth and in his hair, pulling his roots roughly. He was overwhelmed by the beauty you were on top of him, taking everything you wanted as if his pleasure didn’t matter.

“F-Fuck Stevie, come on baby ! Oh fuck ! So good !” You cried out, feeling him suck on your fingers. “Fill me up ! Please, give me that load of cum, God please Stevie ! I want it ! Give it all to me baby !”

Your please were all it took for him to loose it finally let his cum cover your slick walls and drip out of your core. Screwing your eyes shut, you felt pleasure run down your spine, your own wetness exploding over his girth. You were completely out of it, dazed and exhausted but so full. You were still shivering in bliss when you felt Bucky cum all over your back, making you whimper against his neck. Your head had fallen back against his shoulder and you couldn’t help the sensation coursing through you when his metal hand caressed your neck.

“Sorry in advance for that babygirl… But I told you we would discipline you for earlier…” He muttered against your cheek, kissing you lovingly. You didn’t understand what he was talking about but the way his arm wrapped around you to keep you in place, you knew he was up to something. He turned your face towards his, keeping your jaw in place and sliding his tongue in your mouth for a passionate kiss. You were feeling so good, your walls pulsated around Steve who let out a little whine of desperation.

Before you could notice, the leaking tip of Bucky’s neglected cock poked at the entrance of your ass, shaking against you as you whined. He did not give you any time to think or realize what was going before sliding his hips forward into your pretty hole. He cooed in your mouth, trying to sooth you, when your jaw went slack and you screamed against his lips, in both pleasure and pain.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay… Relax, you’re okay…” He whispered, kissing you with passion to distract you.

It was easy to say but your brain was already half out of your head and here he was, fucking into you again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your scream lowered, becoming completely silent. Poor Steve who was still buried in you, winced at the feeling of you delicious cunt tightening against him by surprise. He sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist delicately to avoid your wounds and bit your shoulder to keep in his own sounds.

“F-Fuck Bucky… You can’t take the poor girl by surprise like that… Gonna end up killing the both of us here…” He whispered through gritted teeth. His fingers were tracing your ribcage to help you breath.

Both felt slightly guilty, seeing how unresponsive you were suddenly. Where you broken ? Steve didn’t know, but all he knew was that you were definitely cumming all over him again.

“God, baby you gotta talk to us… Come on princess, let me see your pretty eyes…” Pleaded Bucky, trying to bring you back to them.

When your eyes fluttered open, looking around as if you were lost, both men chuckled against your skin, making you shiver. You grinned in Steve’s hair, kissing his head and turning towards Bucky to peck his lips too. There you were, their best girl, their doll.

“Thought I had broken you just now baby, had me scared for a second.” Grinned the brunette, pushing his hips forward slowly. You gasped, rolling your hips over Steve’s and biting your lips roughly. “Tell me when you’re ready to start babygirl, I’ll take good care of you.”

Without a word, you squeezed his hand over your stomach and nodded your head to tell him to start. Your reached for his hair, pulling him down to your level and crashing his lips against your. He grinned at how eager you were despite being very close to passing out a couple of seconds ago.

Thrusting his hips forward again, his movements increased in speed, feeling you relax around him. Soon, the room was filled with lewd sounds again, the ones coming out of your throat, the ones Bucky would make as he fucked deeper into you and the ones Steve would make, feeling everything you felt as his cock kept pumping into you.

Sounds of skin slapping and of wet noises were all that could be heard, the walls doing a poor job at hiding your cries of pleasure. You were definitely still a screamer for them. Completely disconnected from reality, you couldn’t fully realize how obscene you looked, taking them both greedily and crying for more like the brainless cockslut they knew you to be. You had refused them for so long, it was funny to see how easily you came apart for them

Their massive cocks plowing into you in sync, you felt just about ready to collapse again.

“F-Fuck, you feel how tight you’re squeezing me baby ? Couldn’t wait to get fucked all over, could you ?” Teased Bucky, ignoring his own desperation as he slammed his length deeper and deeper in you. The vision of your puckering hole swallowing him whole was driving him insane, he’d never felt this out of it before. Only you could do that to him.

His hand reached down towards your pussy and he started fondling with your folds, getting you closer to your third orgasm of the night and pleasuring his best friend on the way.

“Buck, god… D-Don’t tease her like that… ‘M still here buddy…” Whined Steve again you neck. The brunette chuckled.

“Come on Stevie… C-Can’t tell me you don’t want her milking you cock a little more, can you ?”

Steve wouldn’t lie, it was useless, he was already feeling himself cum and feeling how tight you were squeezing him, you wouldn’t be too far. He took the opportunity to join his nest friend and play with your clit too, circling his thumb around it.

“Oh ! God, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! More, please more ! ‘M so c-close !” You sobbed loudly.

You nails digging into Steve’s back, your release leaked out of you in a waterfall, covered Steve’s cock as you tightened around both of them.

“Cum a little more for us baby, come on… We know you’ve got a little more…” Purred Steve, trying his best not to let out a cry of pleasure as you squirted all over his chest.

Both men couldn’t hold back any longer, Bucky cumming deep in your ass and Steve in your pussy. Your body lost all strength, collapsing over them as you shivered violently, letting the orgasms run through you. Their loads kept filling you up more and more, making you feel so full and pleased.

They were completely done but kept themselves buried in you before collapsing on the mattress with you held nicely in their arms. You three felt so good, better than ever actually. You felt at peace with each other again, desperate to catch up on all the missed moments. Exhausted by the previous events, it didn’t stop both men from admiring your resting self, already preparing all the ways they would spoil you in the next days. They smiled, kissed you forehead and fell asleep, whispering how much they loved you.

The next day, the fairytale was cut short. When they woke up, you weren’t there anymore. It was around 3AM and they lived in a secluded area of New York so you couldn’t have gone too far right ? Well you did. You had entirely left their mansion.

Quickly throwing on pants and robes, they jumped in their car to drive around the city in hopes to fond you. They’d spent the next hour looking for you before finally finding. You were at your apartment.

You hadn’t noticed them yet, sleeping peacefully in your bed as if nothing was going on. You didn’t even get to register what was happening that you were thrown over Bucky’s shoulder, slapped on your ass (which was still very tender and sensitive) and taken outside.

“We told you to stay put and the first thing you do is leave.” Snarled Steve, rubbing his sleepy but angry face.

Bucky wasn’t even speaking, simply walking down your stairs. If he spoke, he would end up way angrier.

“Well I’m still a free woman, I get to sleep in my own bed.” You chuckled, not even trying to defend yourself.

Both men stopped in their track, Bucky put you down and grabbed your face in both his hands to look at you deeply, looking at you angrily. Both were staring at you so intensely, you giggled at how ridiculous they were being. These giants who terrified half the city were here, staring at you with these adorable angry faces which quickly turned into pouts. They never asked you out. You were indeed a free woman.

Steve’s head dropped in the crook of your neck, sighting in exhaustion. Poor baby probably panicked when he didn’t see you in bed. You reached up to caress his blond head softly and did the same to the grumpy man in front of you. You were giggling at them and they debated on bending you over the staircase and fucking you senseless for mocking them, but here you had every right to laugh.

Taking them by the hand, you limped back towards your apartment, both men following you like obedient puppies. Once inside, you closed the door with your foot and walked to your bedroom. You sat on your bed and motioned for them to get closer and join you which they did. You laid under the covers.

Bucky placed himself behind you while you faced Steve. The brunette was holding you by the waist, keeping you tightly held against him while the blond nuzzled against your breasts. He was kissing your skin so softly, probably trying to bribe you into being nice to them, he used to do that a lot, you missed it. Your thighs wrapped around Steve’s waist, letting him grip on them and bring you closer to him while one of your hands covered Bucky’s metal one and your other reached up to caress his dark hair.

“You know… We should punish you for running away again…” He muttered against you neck.

“Yeah… You have a broken ankle, how do you disappear like that anyways ?” Asked Steve, his voice sending vibrations on your skin.

You chuckled, eyes closed and practically asleep.

“I’m just stealthy like that… You should try it sometimes…”

They hummed in agreement, amused by your sleepy humor. A silence settled in the room, the warmth provided by your bodies and the cover relaxing you all. This was good, this was great even. That’s the relationship you deserved.

“Just so you know, you’re our girl now princess… So no more running away…” Whispered Bucky, already half asleep.

“Or rejecting the presents… Or us…” Added Steve, voice slurred as he yawned.

“I’m good with that… I’ll be keeping the presents from now on… But no more breaking in my apartment… I’ll give you a key… Deal ?” You offered with a smile.

They responded by nodding their heads against you. You three fell asleep a couple ok seconds later, you would discuss the other terms of your relationship later. Yeah, for now, you just wanted to cuddle and drown in their scents. You got to do that, you’d missed them so much after all. Maybe next time you were mad at them, you would fold faster. You were in love for them after all. How could you be mad at them for more than five minutes ?

All three of you sunk in the most comfortable sleep you've had in years, feeling like you were back in easier times. You felt like time had been reversed, making you three the college students you once were, all over again. No worries, no mob, no blood, nothing but the three of you. This is where you belonged, together as if nothing ever separated you in the first place.

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cloudystevie · 3 years

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my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam

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pairing: mob boss! steve rogers x fem! reader

word count: 1,842

summary: steve gives you what you want... kind of.

warnings: au, somewhat ooc steve?, daddy kink (we know who i am) heavy degradation, consensual slapping (once), thigh riding, cockwarming, choking and exhibitionism (?)

authors note: yeah.. pwp welcome to my brain. 18+ FIC ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ DO NOT INTERACT and i do not permit any translations or posting of any of my works on any other sites. tumblr is the only place my shitty fics go and thats it. okay bye idek if this fic makes sense but i wrote it.

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Your sharp sigh cuts through Steve’s dimly lit home office for the nth time that night and Steve refuses to look up from his heavy wood desk to where you were sprawled out on the coffee-coloured leather sofa in the corner of the spacious room. He knows that once he looks over and gives in to your bratty tactics he would have lost this battle immediately and that was the absolute last thing he wanted; for you to get cocky and assume that if you pouted and whined a bit he would give in.

But he always gives in anyway.

He hears you huff and his jaw ticks, trying desperately to restrain himself especially when his trusted personnel were in the room, though that’s never stopped him before. He just thought it would be nice to be a bit more considerate of your dignity and his men’s embarrassment.

“Stevie I’m bored.” your voice is that of a petulant child, whining and high pitched.

“Hi bored I’m Steve.” He retorts without missing a beat and you huff, seemingly frustrated with the lack of attention you were receiving so you strutted over to him, plopping yourself in his lap until he finally, finally looks at you for the first time that night.

“You’re being mean.”

“I’m busy, and I told you this when you walked in here and you promised you would behave but look where we are now. You’re not behaving.” He punctuates with a rough squeeze to your hip and a pathetic whimper already catches in your throat.

“But I need you.” You whine, burying your face in his broad chest and he chuckles, gesturing for his men to exit the room and comply immediately, the embellished double doors creaking shut behind them as it’s now just you and Steve in the room.

Chuckling, he runs a big hand up and down your back, leaning backwards in his office chair as he finally gives you attention. “And how do you need me sweetheart?”

He can practically hear you pouting, and if you were standing you definitely would have stomped your feet- brat.

“I-I’m wet Daddy.” You whisper, and it’s at that moment Steve realizes you’re subtly grinding your wet cunt against his slack clad thighs, your wetness seeping out and beginning to stain the expensive dress pant material. And he laughs at you, right in your face in a way that is so entirely condescending it makes you melt into him and let out an incomprehensible whine as you fist his button down.

“And what do you want me to do about that? It’s not my fault your slutty little pussy is always wet is it?” He mockingly pouts at you, laughing when tears of frustration well up in your eyes but he knows you like it when he feels your hole quivering against his thick muscle.

“Daddy! You- you’re so mean to me!” You exclaim, clutching his expansive shoulders as you pathetically grind down onto his thigh even though he still had not given you explicit permission to do so.

That’s when you feel his hand wrap around your throat, gold watch twinkling under the mellow light as his strength catches you off guard and subsequently halts your movements. Your manicured fingers wrap around his wrist, as another whine bubbles and catches in your throat at the mean glare in his now dark deep set blue eyes.

“I’m mean? Let me be nicer while you’re grinding on my thigh like a pathetic whore without asking me for permission. Is that how bad you need me? Need Daddy’s big cock stuffing your little cunt?” Normally, his tone would be softer when speaking to you, but he knows that when you get like this you want him to degrade and humiliate you until you’re so far gone you’re unable to even make sense of the world around you.

You frantically nod your head, pleading for him to rail into you until your legs are shaking but he doesn’t comply, of course he doesn’t because he gets off on teasing you- being the only one so in control of you and your body. He’s the only one that gets to see you like this and choose when you reach your pleasure and how you reach it-

It’s all a massive power trip for him and he fucking loves it.

“You need Daddy right?” He asks lowly.

You bite your lip and nod your head, awaiting his answer.

“Then you can get off on my thigh without my help. I’m gonna do my work and you’re gonna stay fucking quiet, understand sweetheart?”

You want to cry, you were so close to getting what you wanted and you were so sure you convinced him with your puppy eyes and pouty lips. You should have known your boyfriend could be really fucking mean when he wanted to.

A quick, calculated swat to your cheek has you gasping and unable to stifle the moan in your throat, “I said, do you understand?”

“I understand Daddy.” Whimpering at the harsh gaze fixated on you, but softening slightly when he kisses your cheek and then pecks your lips before tapping your ass slightly and rolling his chair back to his desk, continuing his work where he left off.

And now you were exponentially needier. You buried your face in his shirt as you began grinding your hips back and forth, holding securely onto his shoulders as you attempted to find a good pace and pleasurable position- all the while keeping your mewls and whimpers at bay because your Daddy asked you to, and you always listen to what Daddy says.

(No you don’t, or else you wouldn’t even be in the predicament you were currently in.)

You bite your lip, building your pace to go faster as your bare cunt (since you had mostly foregone panties in order to get what you wanted from him) thrusts in a particularly euphoric way and a shiver runs up your spine.

Steve could not be any more nonchalant if he tried, he continues writing as if you’re not bucking your hips against his thigh leaving a messy wet patch and struggling to catch your breath right in his lap. He doesn’t even have a hand on your waist, not a single whisper of praise or even degradation that you need from him.

Nothing.

Your clit catches suddenly, when he tenses his thigh and barely smirks when you jolt and mewl loudly, head falling back before you realize what you’ve done.

He tsks at you, delivering an echoing spank to your ass as he reprimands you for breaking his rule. Though apparently he’s feeling merciful because he lets you off with just a warning.

Now your slick is pooling in your core as your movements become more sporadic, your whole pussy is getting stimulated and he occasionally tenses his thigh to give you extra friction. You begin moving faster and faster, back arching and panting loudly like a bitch in heat and now Steve can’t focus on his work no matter how hard he tries. In all honesty he hadn’t been able to focus on his work since the moment you walked into his office, that’s just the effect you have on him. But he would never tell you that. Or else this whole back and forth would be useless.

Your gasps for air get more frequent, chest heaving and body tensing with a sheen layer of sweat building on your glowing skin and Steve knows you’re about to fall over the edge. So he surprised you when he wraps a hand around your throat, pressing your forehead to his and crowding all your senses with him, your body going into overdrive as your brain steadily becomes a pile of nothingness.

“You’re gonna cum. You’re gonna cum on my thigh like the little bitch you are and then you’re gonna thank me for it. Do it. Now.” He rasps.

Your body seizes up, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you in intense waves. He forces you through it, guiding your hips back and forth and forcing you to ride his thick thigh until every last drop of your slick is coating his pants.

He puts his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent and moaning in content. “What do we say little one?”

You’re still shaking through your orgasm, mind foggy and you can feel his bulge against your skin. “Thank you Daddy.” You breathe, body jerking occasionally as you come down from your high,

“Now don’t tell me you think we’re done here sweetheart, you wanted Daddy’s cock right? Take it out.” He commands and watches in amusement how quickly your eyes light up and you work to unbutton and unzip him, pulling his pants and then tight black briefs down just enough to pull his cock out and you marvel at it, still not sure how he was able to fit inside you.

He’d make it fit.

He nodded his head, “go on, since you can make yourself cum on my leg you can fit my cock into you on your own. You don’t need Daddy’s help with everything like a stupid baby do you?” He mocked, voice thick with lust.

You gulped, moving overtop him as his large palms found their way to your ass, groping and spanking at the flesh and making you sigh in pleasure, as you began to slowly sink down onto his dick.

His tip was already throbbing and oozing with pre cum, all the sensations making you mewl loud enough that there was no doubt the men now posted outside heard you.

“Hurry up slut, I don’t have all day.”

Biting your lip, you close your eyes and sink down onto him completely, his cock so deep and thick and stretching you out, reaching places you thought impossible.

You controlled your breathing a bit and Steve bit his lip, your pussy creaming and tightening around him- feeling fucking heavenly.

You slowly started to move up and down but he spanks your ass in warning again, making you still your movements with a confused expression that made Steve chuckle.

“Oh sweetheart I never said I’d let you fuck yourself on my cock. You already came once, that’s more than whores like you deserve. Now stay still Daddy has a meeting.”

You gaped at him, shaking your head no and about to begin pleading for him until he shushed you, his laptop ringing and alerting an incoming video call and the lewd nature of the situation makes you clamp down on Steve’s cock unexpectedly and he warns you with a pinch to your thigh.

“Good evening Mr. Barber, I’ve been looking forward to working with you.” Steve speaks completely composed again, slipping into his work persona so easily.

You hear a deep voice from the laptop speaker, “please Steve, It’s Andy. If we’re going to carry out this deal, I don’t expect such formality.”

“Alright then Andy, let’s get started shall we?”

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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Here we are besties, we made it through March! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

I am constantly blown away by the talent on this site, if I could give each of you a kiss I would 💕

*part of a series

Steve Rogers ✨

Shock and awe by @buckys-darling

Steve Rogers x Reader

Salvation by @wayward-blonde

dark!Steve Rogers x reader

*Champagne problems by @the-iceni-bitch

dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader

Sweet spot by @ltbarnes

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Love can only hurt like this by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Steve Rogers x reader

Concentrated sunlight / in bloom by @whisperlullaby

Florist!Steve x Reader

Mafia dilf steve by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Dilf Steve x Bratty Reader

*It's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow

dilf!steve rogers x teacher!reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Summer daze by @ambrosiase

ari levinson x fat/curvy!fem!reader

This is for us by @barnesafterglow

camboy!ari levinson x fem!reader

Drown in you by @angrythingstarlight

DBF!Ari x Reader

Ruin the friendship by @jamalflanagan

Best Friend!Ari Levinson x woc!reader

Andy Barber ✨

*Guilty by @beefybuckrrito

Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

He knows by @andysbubba

andy barber x reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18

Curtis Everett x Reader

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis Everett x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Slow by @labella420

Soft Ransom Drysdale x Fem Reader!

*Kisses by @holacia2

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Ari Levinson & destroyer!Chris ✨

Bait and switch by @sweeterthanthis

Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Destroyer!Chris

Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make you feel good by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x female reader

Behave by @late-to-the-party-81

Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make it better by @dilemmaontwolegs

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

*Time together by @tuiccim

Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler ✨

Tied up in knits by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Trust me by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Love is a bitch by @bemine-bucky

softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

I never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Vicious by @fluffyprettykitty

ex! bucky barnes x female reader

Never let me go... by @jamalflanagan

soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader

*Beefy biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x reader

*As I sleep by @sgt-seabass

TWS/CW!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Accidently on purpose by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

You must have been a boxer by @indyluckycharlie

Modern!Bucky x Reader

*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo

Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader (soulmate au)

The moments he knew by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

Moonlight by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Wrapped around me by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Let the feeling come take you by @buckycuddlebuddy

rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

Coffee by @buckys-darling

Bucky Barnes x Reader

If you'll have me by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x insecure!reader

We don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time by @ambrosiase

bucky barnes x plus size fem!reader

Thor ✨

Thunderbolt city by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x female reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Choices by @aynanasstuff

Sam Wilson x reader

Jake Jensen ✨

Say when by @littlelioncub43

Soft dark!Jake Jensen x female!Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Wanna be yours by @xbuchananbarnes

Joaquin Torres x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Only you by @motioneverlasting

Lee Bodecker x Fem Sex Worker! Reader

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sunflowersteves · 4 years

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cap-n-stuff’s marvel fic rec ~ 1

↳ so here’s my very long overdue fic rec! The bucky list is hella long and I’m not even half way done so there will be another one! In the second one, I’m going to add peggy/nat/wanda/more erik & more steve :) also pls pls pls if any of you have Sam Wilson fics I will gladly read it and put it on here! Sam is really lacking fanfics :( anyway, a big big thanks to all of the writers!! y’all are amazing and wonderful and I love all of you with my whole heart.

Key:

✧: complete series

❀: uncomplete series

❥: oneshot

✰: headcanon/drabble

Bucky Barnes

❀ Strictly Sugar by @kittykatlow, Dark!Bucky x Reader

✰ Boxer!Bucky HC by @wienerbarnes, Boxer AU!Bucky Barnes x Professional Trainer!Reader

❥ A Great Big Wide World by @buck-gnasty, Bucky Barnes x Blind!Reader

❥ Wish You Were Here by @world-of-aus, Biker AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧The Assassins by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x X-23!Reader

❥ What It Takes by @cherienymphe, Mafia AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mine by @cherrypickertheory, Jealous!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Attention by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Guardian by @wienerbarnes, Demon AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Was It A Mistake by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V] ~ Bucky Barnes x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ I Hate You by @sokkasangel, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Benefits by @cherrypickertheory, Friends w/ Benefits!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ The Soldier’s Weakness by @jadeylovesmarvelmainxo, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mirror by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Kool Aid by @buckybarnesplumwhore, WinterWitch x Black!Reader

✰ No Regrets by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ A Bad Day Made Better by @buckybarney, Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ My Roomates Boyfriend by @angstysebfan, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ A Queen And Her Knight by @buckybarnesplumwhore, Knight!Bucky x Queen Reader (black reader)

✧ Pulling Away by @rogerslovesstark, [part I] [part II], Cheating!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Life Before You by @world-of-aus, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Life Is Sweet As Dessert With You In It by @hailmary-yramliah, Mobster AU!Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader

✰ Thighs by @cherrypickertheory, Thigh Riding!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Not About Angels by @lailannajacobs, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Steady Love by @buckybarney, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ What Do I Do by @buckys-broody-muffin, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Family Matters by @world-of-aus. Mobster AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Under the Sheets by @vanderlustwords, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Crush by @cherrypickertheory, Soft!Bucky x Reader

❀ The Wolf of Wall Street by @hailmary-yramliah, Stockbroker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mr. & Mrs. Barnes by @cherrypickertheory, Mr and Mrs. Smith AU, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Code Name: Last Resort by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ StarkHub.com by @hailmary-yramliah, Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Like Your Eyes by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✰ Come Up The Years by @kittykatlow, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Missed You, Missed Home by @buckybarney, Soft!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Solace by @tuiccim, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V], [part VI], [part VII], [part VIII], [part IX] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Always The Friend by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Spooky and Mrs. Barnes by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ James And The Siren by @helahades, Prewar!Bucky Barnes x Black/WOC!Siren

❥ Silence by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Steve Rogers

✰ Reunited by @stargazingfangirl18, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ A Day In The Snow by @kitkatd7, Steve Rogers x Reader

✧ After You by @vanderlustwords, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Long Wait Time by @tuiccim, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Can’t Give You Love by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

❥ Circles by @lailannajacobs, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ The List by @cass4nova, Steve Rogers x Reader

✰ On Steve Shaving Your Head by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

✧ Betrayed by @rogerslovesstark, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter

❥ Bad Girl, Good Boy by @hailmary-yramliah, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Love Will Remember by @burninmatches, Steve Rogers x Reader

Erik Killmonger

❥ SugarBabe by @dreamingofmilk, CEO AU!Erik Killmonger x Reader

✰ Imagine Erik Killmonger Promising You That You’ll Be Queen One Day by @sweatergirlsposts, Erik Killmonger x Reader

❥ Cheers, To Me by @tgigoldie, Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Stucky x Reader

Vacation by @cherrypickertheory, Stucky x Reader

❥ Strip Poker Turns Into Something Else by @hailmary-yramliah, Stucky x Reader

❥ Toxic by @burninmatches, Stucky x Reader

Sam Wilson x Reader

❀ Office Affairs by @dumbchickwrites, CEO! AU!Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Desert Days by @cass4nova, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection, Firefighter AU!Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ We Are Friends by @supraveng, Sam Wilson x Reader

❀ Blue Shade by @the-wintershade, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Perfect by @kittykatlow, Sam Wilson x Reader

✰ Nervous by @dreamwritesimagines, Sam Wilson x Reader

✧ Coming Back to Life by @luke-o-lophus, [part I], [part II] ~ Sam Wilson x Indian/Desi Reader Friendship

❥ Browned Butter by @sapphirescrolls, Sam Wilson x Black!Reader

✰ Take Care by @lilbabycee, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Reporting For Booty by @littlesliceofmarvel, Sam Wilson x Reader

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neonovember · 1 year

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Two Coffee’s

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4

summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.

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It had been several weeks since you and Steve got into a routine, you would meet with him to discuss your husband, and he would be the omnipresent blanket of protection in the form of brooding men in dark cars stationed outside your apartment, the diner, your favourite coffee shop. His presence was present in every vessel and part of your life now, and it seems crazy that just 3 weeks ago you hadn't even down the man.

Now it was like he never left. Now it was like he was a part of your routine.

It’s that thought that lingers as you step outside the diner doors and into the chilly afternoon of the Brooklyn streets. With two cups of steaming coffee in hand, you march with a newfound determination towards the indiscreet black sedan that had been parked on the diner sidewalk since you walked through the doors that morning.

They may not speak to you directly, but you couldn’t find the heart to let them sit around for hours on end with nothing but the car heater and a carton of OJ. Especially against the winter breeze that felt like iced knives against your trembling skin.

You tap on the tinted glass gently, scrutinising the reflection that looked too exhausted and angry to really be you. There is a scuffle before the window is sliding until it reaches a quarter down. The man takes a moment to stare you down, hazel brown eyes with deep burly brows eyeing you before recognition clicks in him.

You’re Steves.

He looks at you expectedly, and you remember why you’re here in the first place, the borderline boiling coffee cups going unnoticed by your freezing hands.

You raise them up with a smile, and his eyes flicker to them. The man sitting in the driver's seat next to him bops his head as he catches your eye. Reaching across the brooding man whose stumbled jaw is currently working itself a beat, the man across from him with light eyes cracks an apologetic smile at his friend before accepting the coffee with a nod.

You don’t miss the bristled expression that adores the man as you hand his partner the drinks, all you can do is smile tightly before the window is sealed shut once again, and the only thing meeting your eyes is your reflection itself.

— -

“3 club sandwiches for table 18 hun, and ask if they'd like today’s apricot cobbler,” Caroline says in a rushed voice as she tied back the loose strands of hair escaping from a not-so-neat ponytail.

“You leaving already?” You reply mournfully, as you watch her sneak a few pastries into her duffel bag.

She whips her head up to look at you, her smile pulled down into a pouting frown

“Aww are you gonna mwiss me?” Caroline bubbles out in a screeching high baby voice.

“Ugh, you know I hate when you do that”

“Why do you think I do it” Caroline replies swiftly, wagging her eyebrows playfully

“Seriously though, I’m the only one on shift for the next” You pull up your sleeve to check your invisible watch “4 hours” You moan, following her as she rummages around the back kitchen searching for her phone charger.

A sound of trump escapes her throat as she eyes the hidden wire under a box of napkins

“No can do my beloved, Ron’s asked me over tonight. I think this time he's finally gonna give in” Caroline replies, as she looks over her shoulder smiling at me.

“You and that man. Jesus Caroline, you know it would be a bit easier to date someone..uh I don't know not married?” You gruff, shaking your head disapprovingly.

Caroline turn’s to you, rolling her eyes half-heartedly

“Not everyone can have Brooklyn's hottest mafia slash bachelor slash billionaire wrapped around our finger” Caroline replies, before laughing at your bugging eyes

I told you to keep that on the low dammit!” You hush at her with your hands, eyes searching the empty kitchen in case of eavesdroppers, or men donned in black. Either one scared the crap out of you.

“You know I would never tell a sole, these lips are sealed” Caroline replies, doing a zipping motion with her fingers

‘Yeah yeah, I do. I just wished you were here in case they- he shows up, you know?” You reply softly, gulping down the fear of even thinking of his name.

A look of recognition comes over Caroline’s features, before it is soon replaced with a fury that screams only fierce loyalty and bad decisions.

“Swear to god, if I ever see that man I’m putting a bullet through his skull” Caroline replies, her auburn brows furrowing with a look of determination that almost had you believing her.

“Mhm, with what? A silicon spatula?” You reply, eyebrows clocking up in disbelief, you used humour to mask all your emotions, not just the messed up ones.

“I was thinking a 47 Remington, maybe a shotgun! If I could just saw off the handle, I think it would look pretty good down his throat, don’t you?” Caroline smiles with that innocent look, her eyes shining and her cheeks pushing out the dimples on her left side.

“I would pay to see that” You giggle, before pouting your face as she gathers her bag

“You have Hazel on shift don't ya?” She replies as she notices your kicked-dog expression

“Yeah, but she's as helpful as a sac of potatoes. Too busy talking to Daniel to be of any help” You sigh, swiping a hand across your forehead

At the mention of her name, your eyes watch the young waitress leaning over the kitchen counter, loud boisterous laughter leaving her red rubbery lips as she tries and fails to cover her mouth. Her nails are painted a mossy green but are chipped from her constant biting, and every step of hers jingles from the beady jewellery that adorns her neck and ears.

She had gotten the job in less than a day, and spent less time serving customers than she did suggesting songs for Daniel's busted speaker. The power of connections and a pretty face ran especially deep in the service industry.

Being the restaurant manager’s neice also helped.

Caroline turns to you, shaving her hands in your face to squeeze your cheeks

“Worrin’ will give you wrinkles. She’ll help if she knows you need it. Problem is you never ask don't you?” Caroline replies, unwrapping her apron from her waist and hanging it onto the encrusted wooden hooker.

There was truth to Caroline's words, no matter how much you despised them. All your life you had to rely on yourself, didn't matter if you were in the dusty cabin of your mother's home or the ceiling-high walls of your husband's manor. hell accepting even Steves's proposal felt like pulling teeth, despite every day prior wearing you thin with the lack of protection you held walking through the streets of Brooklyn. You'd taken to wearing a hood most days quicker than you did accept Steve's protection.

“Okay well, women in society have largely been told that they are not allowed to age, so guess my wording is really just a fuck you to the world”. You reply, following her out the back kitchen and down the coordinator to the front counter.

Caroline's laugh echoes through the diner, as she smiles across at you.

“There is hope for us yet” She grins, saying a quick bye to Daniel before slamming the diner door behind her.

Not before screaming out to the bustling street side

“Ya hear that world? Y/N says a big FUCK you”

All you can do is smile brightly as the diner chimes jingle into the growing murmur of the Sunday lunch rush streaming from the diner booth surrounding you.

-- -

“When’s the last time you got laid, Steve?” Rumlows voice echoes in the large office, it's like sandpaper, that voice of his, and it irritates the raging headache pressing against Steve’s temple.

Steve scoffs back a disgruntled noise, shaking his head before flicking through the folded stack of papers left on his desk that morning.

“No, I mean it, they’re usually a sea of women that leave your floor, what happened?” Rumlow edges him, those busy eyebrows rising up in expectation, his bulky frame sitting hunched on the velvet chair across Steve’s.

Steve’s eyes flicker across to Rumlow, searching his face before drifting down to catch the seared tattoo peaking from his rolled sleeve. Rumlow had once been integrated into one of New York's more violent and unstable crime syndicates, the kind that dealt with human trafficking and selling girls like fucking stables.

Steve was already weary of his often violent and ill-tempered mood, the kind that ended up boiling into violent outbursts. But he needed men at the time, and Rumlow was like a trained dog, so he bit back his resignation and enveloped him into the family.

Oh, how he grew to regret it.

“I’m busy, alright, gotta keep fucking Brooklyn from sinking” Steve replies without looking up from his work, swift signature flying over the dotted lines of dock payments and shipments from Budapest.

Rumlow hums, folding his arms across his chest thoughtfully, his eyes linger on Steve’s, analysing him carefully.

“You’re fucking her aren’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“That girl you’ve got us looking after, a goddamn wife, you know what he’ll do to us if he finds out we’ve got his little wife knee-deep in our shit?” Rumlow spits out, venom lacing his tone as his eyes glint with a certain fire.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Steve’s voice bellow from deep within his chest, but his face is unmoving, his features set in stone that refused to wither into clay.

“C'mon Steve, I know she’s a fine piece of ass but is she really that fucking worth it? I mean you’re putting a lot on stake for some tits-“. Before Rumlow can finish his sentence, a loud crunch envelops the room, Steve's fist flying into Rumlows mouth as he shatters his face.

The immediate scream of pain and anguish fills the room, as blood begins squirting out of Rumlows nose, spilling down his white shirt and staining it further, Steve has to restrain himself from killing the man for the way he talked about you.

The sound of Rumlows wheezing whimpers is drowned out by the loud stomps of boots against the hallway floors. The door opens with a thunk, slamming into the wall behind it before Bucky steps into the bloodied scene of Steve’s office.

“Fuck sake Steve” Bucky grunts, as his eyes reach Rumlows crouched position on the floor, holding a hand to his nose to try and seize the blood oozing from the imprint of Steve’s fist.

“Clean that shit up” Steve replies before wiping away the blood off his knuckles with a cloth towel, throwing it towards Rumlow.

“You don’t ever speak to her that way alright? Let this be a warning to all of you, what’s my business with her is just that, my own” Steve snarks, flicking off the splatters of blood that landed on his cufflinks.

Rumlow shuffles awkwardly, reaching for the rag with a blind hand before limping out of the office, his dignity and ego left in the pool of blood staining the plush carpet.

Bucky steps closer, his hands shoved into his pocket as he stares unblinking at the stained carpet.

Steve looks towards him, muttering profanities under his breath as he smooths out the wrinkles in his suit.

“What?” Steve asks Bucky, watching on as his closest friend refuses to meet his eye.

“When you have us shuffle in on rotation to watch her like some fucking fast food gig, you don’t think they’ll be asking questions??” Bucky murmurs

“That isn’t why I asked you to watch her now, is it? They're my closest men-you’re my closest man, and you want to question me? Bucky when have I ever done anything stupid? Huh?” Steve replies, eyes searching through the disappointment that covers Bucky’s face.

“Never, but I think you’re about to start now” Bucky replies, anger lacing his tone as he moves out of the room.

As much as it pained him to admit it, there was truth to Rumlow’s words, Steve had made a name for himself as a notorious bachelor who never slept with the same girl twice. He found a certain addiction in the debauchery of sex, but it was never love. Steve fucked because he liked to hear the sound of his name screamed into the city skies, watching the women he’d bring home unravel before him.

Now though, Steve has to take a moment to consider that his bed was left cold through most nights, the mantel and throne of the mafia king consuming him.

-- -

Pushing through the swinging doors of the diner restrooms, you cough out a gag as you breathe a lungful of air sharply. The diner's bathrooms were usually a mess by the time you closed your doors but god did it seem so much worse today.

Your eyes survey the diner for the crowds of patrons that usually occupied the leather booths but find them empty instead, a few drizzled customers sipping a coffee before folding their newspapers and making their way out.

The sun had dipped into the horizon soon after you had walked through the bathroom stalls, but the winter months caused the night to come quicker than ever, basking the outside with a darkness you can't help but shudder against.

Collecting the diner menus, you shove them into the shelving compartment situated near the doors, and as you reach for a washcloth a sudden feeling of eyes searing holes into your back envelops your senses. It feels like you’re being watched, and it feels like you're just now noticing, the suddenly ominous atmosphere created by the foggy darkness outside causing you to gulp. You crane your neck slowly to search for those pair of eyes, but all you can see is your manager’s head bobbing up from the diner counter.

She gestures with a nod for you to come over, and you discard the washcloth on the table before meeting her eyes.

‘I’m going to head out, just serve the last few customers and lock up for me.” Mare replies, wiping a hadn't across her face as she slings a bag across her back.

“Where did Hazel go?” You reply as you notice her absence from the kitchen

“Oh, she had to attend this party or something so I gave her the rest of the night off” Mare replies nonchalantly.

You have to dig your diners into your thigh to stop from throwing a sharp remark. You had to beg Mare to let you stay home after you’d got that flu going around the city, and even then you had to make it up in overtime. And now she was leaving you to clean up the diner all on your own, so much for a positive working environment.

You think about stealing from the register just to spite her, but you know she would find out either way and then you'd be rotting in a jail cell with an officer calling for your husband to come to pick you up and throw you back into your other living hell.

So you bite your tongue and bid her farewell as she exited the diner without a second look.

You register her words soon after, customers? But you had sworn all of them had filed out hours ago. It’s then that you noticed the hunched figure almost lying over the diner counters, and you move swiftly to reach his stool.

The man from before is perched on one of the diner stools, his grip pressing into the counter until his hands were knuckle white. A stringy black wooden jacket now adores his body, a stark difference from the deep coal black of his tailored suit in that car hours ago. It obscures half his face, scrunched up to cover his nose and mouth.

His eyes dart across the now empty diner booths, ears catching every sound like a hawk, the scar stretching across his face like a white hand pinched and relaxed with every turn of his head.

He’s hiding from something that you know, but you also know he isn't a man to particularly be afraid of getting caught.

Stepping towards him with a tentative shuffle of your feet, you grip your notepad tight around your hand, a tight smile gracing your features as he slowly rises his head from your scuffled converse to meet your eyes.

“What can- what can I get you?” You gulp down the nervousness from your voice, there’s nothing to be afraid of. He wouldn't hurt you- he can’t, Steve had promised. And you don't know why but you take it his word is as good as gold.

“Just a coffee honey, just like the one from before” The man replies, a dead look in his eyes as you note down his order.

“Nothing to eat? I can’t promise you a fresh meal, but we’ve got a few sandwiches I could heat up for you” You reply, you ask just because it's customary, but god you wished he could be out any sooner.

“Haven’t got the appetite ‘m afraid” The man replies, a smile cracks over the ice of his features, that same jagged white scar folding across his face. There's a glint in his eyes that shine against the diner's fluorescent lights, like he knows something you don’t and it scares you to no end.

You nod slowly, before quickly shuffling your body to get behind the kitchen counter. Reaching for a clean ceramic mug, you make quick work of pouring a fresh batch of espresso into the mug, the black liquid swirls like a whirlpool, steam rising from the cup so you have to carry it gently towards his seat. You feel his eyes on you the entire time, and your hands shake a little as you place it out in front of him.

“Anything else?” You say, rocking on the ball of your feet as you watch him carefully.

“I’m all set, thank you” The man smiles up at you, and your eyes furrow at the disingenuous smile that fits all too big on his face, its almost disprorpoatnte like a Halloween mask, all white teeth and dead eyes.

“I would appreciate it if you could join me, however..?” The man adds, eyes meeting yours that burn into you intensely, he still wears that same Cheshire smile, but his eyes, his eyes almost challenge you to say no. To see what would become of you if you did.

“Uhm..I’m on the clock, can’t be chattin’ when I'm meant to be..” You reply, trying to find the right words to say.

“Serving..customers?” The man clocks his eyebrow, turning around to gesture to the empty diner.

“There hasn't been a soul hat walked through those doors ever since you took your little bathroom break honey, so how about you make my crap day just a little brighter by sittin’ with me?” The man frames his proposal like a question, but you know the way he grips the counter tight that he means it as a command.

There is a beat of silence, of you just staring at him, trying to conceal your growing fear before your eyes dart to the diner doors. He catches your eye line, and coughs out a wheezing chuckle, clocking his head to the side.

“You aren’t that dumb, are you?” The man replies in a condescending tone, and you let your failure weigh down your shoulders.

“Follow me” The man replies with a smile, gathering his coffee mug with one hand before pressing the other to the small of your back, causing you to shudder unconsciously. He leads you to one of the booths hidden away from the door, and you sit with your back straight as he leans onto the booth table.

The silence between you both is filled soon with his hurried gulps of coffee, slamming it to the booth table and causing a crack to form like a lightning bolt through the ceramic mug. The violence causes you to finch, and he looks up at you with a grin.

And within a second, the man is quickly unmasking his hoodie from his face, and the scene that confronts you causes a sickening nausea to rise up your throat. The man’s face, which had been obscured by the hoodie earlier, now bears violent bruises and cuts that burst from his nose and jaw like flowers. They glint against the diner booths overhanging light, fresh and still swollen since the object or thing had cracked against his face.

The man grunts at your disturbed expression, slamming a hand down onto the diner counter that causes you to flinch.

“Your fucking protector gave me this, did you know that?” The man snarks with disgust, you're too afraid to meet his eyes but you take in his words slowly.

Your protector? Huh? No… he doesn’t mean-wait

Steve did this?

You can’t dwell on that realisation before the man is rambling to you angrily again

“And for what? You aren’t shit to me, to any of us, and frankly, we’re getting tired of watching your ass mop and clean after fucking truckers and shit. I used to take down fucking men, and I’m here babysitting. I think it’s about time to put out, alright?” He replies a knowing expression across his face that is soon morphed into amusement as he registers your confused expression.

“I mean you do know that’s why he keeps you? Wants to train you to be his little wife like you once were to little old Richerson’s. Or did you think we’d forget about your husband who’s hunting you down hm? Who’s probably going to throw my ass in the Hudson with a missing foot for even talking to you?”

You bristle at the mention of your husband's name, shaking your head as you press your fingertip to your squeezed eyes until you see stars.

No, no no. This was all wrong. Steve said he’d protect you, he had said that. He promised it like his life depended on it, but the truth was, yours did. And now, now he confuses you, your temples start to throb as a headache sets in as it does since that night when you think too hard or try to remember anything from before. Before your husband, before New York, before this very diner booth.

Did Steve really expect you to be some sit-in wife for him? Jump from one prison into another to finally be the last chest piece of his kingdom? You feel sick at the thought, the nausea burning your stomach as you press a hand to your mouth.

“You seriously didn't think you were anything else did you? Women can't be in this world unless they're whores or wives. That’s how it's always been and always will be. Don’t ever think otherwise, or soon you'll just be another fucking useless whore lying fast down in an alleyway” The man grunts, before pushing the cracked coffee mug towards you before rising from his seat, reaching into his pocket to throw a few scrunched bills at you.

“Clean this shit up, and I suggest you start putting out and doing it fast” The man replies, looking down at you before reaching for your chin, raising your face to meet his eyes.

He ticks at the tremble of your lips as you gulp down the nausea and fear still bubbling deep inside you.

“It's a shame really, that such a pretty face goes out like this, you see I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but he gave me no choice.” The man sighs sadly as if it was the world's burden to carry that information.

“Reckon you could’ve been something if Richardson had not snatched you up like he did all those years ago. Funny how life works though isn't it? Used to be living in tower high walls and now you're scrubbing a dirty restaurant floor”. The man replies softly, yet the words spit out of him like blood, insincerity written all over his face that told you he didn’t feel bad. Not one bit. In Fact, he probably enjoyed it.

He lets go of your chin with a shove, before his loud boots stomp against the linoleum floors, slamming the diner doors behind him with a bang, and leaving you to drown in the ever-growing lies the people you’ve trusted have suffocated you in.

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 & 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

Includes: Chris Evans - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - Andy Barber - Curtis Everett - Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) - Ari Levinson - Jake Jensen - Frank Adler - Johnny Storm - Colin Shea - "Me" - Mike Weiss - Jake Wyler

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

╭ Read the warnings for each fic. Includes fics with non-Chris Evans characters. ╯

*New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by author.

@andysbubba - four's company - ceo(s) au, andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

@angrythingstarlight -

[Call in Sick] - bucky barnes x reader, boss!andy [Disciplinary Action] - bucky barnes x reader, andy barber x reader

Wicked Little Games - mob au, bratty!reader x mafia!steve, reader x bodyguard!bucky, reader x bodyguard!andy barber

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@awesomerextyphoon - Speculum Cupido - dark, dark!steve rogers x reader x dark!ransom drysdale

@captainapple - Whatever It Takes - dark, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!steve rogers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - Not The Only One - ex spouses, dark!andy, dark!jake jensen

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!andy & ransom drysdale (twins) x reader

@fairyevans - [Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@lahyene - Eavesdropping. - steve rogers x reader ft. johnny storm (as steve’s brother)

@navybrat817 - Overtime - jake jensen x reader, bucky barnes x reader

@nsfwsebbie - you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog - Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

@river-soul - A Different Kind of Love - A/B/O, alpha!andy barber x omega!reader x beta!jake jensen

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc! reader, ransom drysdale x bi!woc!reader

@sinner-as-saint - Devilish. - drysdale twins (ransom & steve) x waitress!reader

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Afterthought - biker au, biker!andy barber x reader, biker!ari levinson x reader

[Dare] [Truth] [Consequences] - Consequences: andy barber x reader, past ransom drysdale x reader

Ensnared Masterlist - dark, ransom drysdale x reader, minor mr. freezy (robert pronge) x reader

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Necessary Arrangements Masterlist - mob au, different reader x each character - andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome

Taken - dark, prison au, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!ransom drysdale x dark!steve rogers

@starryevermore - she gets the flowers - ransom drysdale x reader, steve rogers x reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

@sweetlyscared - A Simple Solution - soulmate au, andy barber x reader, ari levinson x reader, andy barber x reader x ari levinson

@the-iceni-bitch - Religious Kink with Jake and Colin

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Yess so excited for Mafia!Steve & Pippi day! i have too many thoughts lol so I'll just leave one (fluffy one) here: the twins' first day of school? I imagine Steve would try to hold it together for Pippi but we see he's capable of being a huge softy. Congrats on your blogaversary~

Thank you so much! This request made me so happy!

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Pippi

Words: 826

Warning: None. Pure fluff.

From Liar Liar OTP

The day that you’ve been dreading had come too quick for your liking. You boys — your babies were standing in front of you, backpacks on their shoulders as they get ready to leave their parents sight for eight hours.

You tried to keep it together but when your precious Santino, clung on to your leg, you couldn’t hold on any longer. The tears start wet his chubby little cheeks it took everything in you to not snatch him up and put him back in the car.

“No wanna go mama,” his trembling voice tearing you apart.

But your big guy, Salvatore was just like his father, nothing could scare him. He pulled lightly on this brother’s backpack, giving him a small smile, “Come on Fratello (brother)!”

Santino clung harder, choosing to make your leg his home, “No! Wanna go home wiff mama!”

Oh how you wanted him to…

“Figlio (Son)…,” Steve’s soft voice coming from behind you. He only used that voice for you and his boys. But as you look up at your husband, you can see his cheeks tinged with pink and a unspoken glassiness to his eyes.

Steve lowers to Santino’s height, staring back at the spitting image of him. He didn’t want to say it or even show but… This was ruining him in the worst way possible.

He wanted nothing more than to scoop both his boys up and take them home. They were growing up too damn fast for his liking.

Steve still remembers the day that you two brought them home. He wanted to go back to that day so bad.

Santino’s eyes that match with Steve’s look at this father, his fingers still clutching onto yours. His lips tremble at Steve, wanting nothing more than to forget school altogether.

Salvatore looks on at the interaction, bouncing on his feet as he watches the many kids enter the school. “Come onnnn we’re gonna be late!”

“Shh, you’ll get there prince,” you assure him, passing your hand over his hair to smooth it.

“But I wanna go now!” he shouts, stamping his foot on the hard concrete.

Steve glances over at his little spitfire, a small mighty version of him, “Mind your mama, Sal. You don’t raise your voice, understand?”

“Yes Papà,” sighing as he looks down at the ground.

Steve reaches out to softly bring Salvatore over with his brother as he looks them both in the eyes, “Are the Rogers scared of anything?

Both boys look at Steve and shake their head from side to side.

“I know it’s… scary to do new things. Trust me, the day you two were born, my whole life flashed before my eyes. But it all worked out right?”

Salvatore and Santino shake their heads, your precious boy’s hands loosening its grip.

“Santino bambino, no matter what, you are going to be fine. Wanna know why?”

“Why Papà?” his voice filled with wonder.

Steve gave him a soft smirk, keeping his eyes on his son, “Because you’re a Rogers, Figlio. We’ll always be fine. Just like your Fratello. Have each other’s back and no one can touch you okay?”

Salvatore puffs out his little chest with pride, “Got it Papà!”

Steve chuckles, lightly ruffling his son’s hair, “Atta boy! Be your brother’s keeper in there know that me and your mamà well be here when you get out.”

Santino looks up at you and then back to Steve, “You promise?”

Steve nods, “Cross my heart bambino.”

With reluctance, Santino pries himself from your leg, you leaning down to give both your boys a kiss on the cheek, “Be good… okay?” the crack in your voice evident.

Both boys nod giving both you and Steve hugs before walking off towards the school entrance.

With your own reluctance, you turn around ready to get in the car when you see something that you normally don’t see.

One tear slides down Steve’s cheek and you knew then that he was keeping it together for too long.

He doesn’t stop looking at the twins until the door closes behind him and finally his gaze is distracted by you holding his hand with yours.

“Come on…” you whisper, taking your emotional husband back to the black SUV.

The moment that the car speeds off, Steve’s head is immediately in your lap as he lets out a huge breath.

Your hand slides over his scalp, making him relax with your touch, “S’ not fair Pippi… They were supposed to stay babies.”

You let out a watery laugh, “I know daddy. Still see them as those two tiny newborns that we brought home.”

The ride was silent as you two reminisced on the younger boys. Life wasn’t fair and you boys growing up was the most unfair thing in the world.

“….. I want more Pippi.”

You look down at Steve, with a furrowed brow, “More what?”

“Babies. Gimme more babies Pippi.”

As if he had to ask…

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neonovember · 2 years

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okay..i guess I’ll write a second part of between the things lost and gained. 🙄

(I’ve actually been fiending to know what Steve’s reaction would be to the reader getting kidnapped, so think of it as a prologue? The before?)

#neonovember #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers mafia!au #mafia!steve rogers x woc!reader #mob!steve #maybe maybe maybe

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neonovember · 1 year

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Redwood Oak’s

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

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Steve's words echo loudly in your skull like a ball being knocked around your head, turning your brain to mush. The warmth of Steve's breath that had gripped you like a vice had dissipated the second the both of you had entered the expansive room of Steve's Office.

You don't see it, but Steve clenches his jaw in tight restraint to stop himself from putting a hole in Rumlow’s head and instead envelopes himself into the stone-faced demeanor he had learnt to form the moment he stepped up to the throne destined for him.

But god, did that horrified look on yourself tear Steve from the inside out. What had he done to you? It screamed betrayal in Steve's mind, that you not only had been hurt but by one of his own men. The man who had sworn to protect you had lied. And for Steve, his word was as good as its weight in fucking gold.

Steve had to play it level headed, the heavy weight of his father's presence was always near, but it seemed to cloud his vision at this moment,

“Don’t do nuthin stupid, think, just stop for a second and think”

Steve didn't want to think, he wanted to delve deep into the darkened desire within him that preened at the idea of Rumlows blood dripping between his clenched fists. Steve’s desire for violence shocked him a little, he could feel his fist shaking under his grip, like they had a mind of their own.

Steve wasn't a violent man, he was sensible, it didn’t matter if the entire city of New York believed he was cruel, because he knew every action had a means, it wasn't just to spill blood and crack skin. Steve’s entire enterprise was never built on appearances, despite the world it lives in, nothing Steve did didn't have an objective reason. He thought that would be a light of mercy before the spray of blood would coat his button-up.

But now, there didn't seem to be any reason to wait and sit, in the end, it all seemed sensible. Any threat of danger to your life needed to be eliminated, and returned with such a display of cruelty that no one would try it again. There was a gnawing feeling, however, at the recesses and edges of Steve's mind, the kind that screamed at him to see what was truly happening.

“Look”, and Steve learnt to listen.

There was something more to Rumlow than just scaring you, something more sinister, it echoed deep within Steve and the reminder of the cruel world beneath the gravel ground was as clear as ever. Steve had to find out because now he felt that your safety was his responsibility, an obligation he felt every bone within him scream to fulfil.

“Bucky” Steve calls the brown-haired man dressed down in a black suit, the outline of a holster poking through the waist of his jacket.

Bucky murmurs something into Sam's ear, before making his way towards Steve, his gaze shifting between you and the tall blonde standing a few spaces behind you.

“Need something from me, Steve?” Bucky says, making an effort to keep his gaze towards Steve, despite Steve's gaze being situated on you.

“Take our friend here to get something to eat, and then use one of my cars to get her home”. Steve murmurs, almost discreetly so only the three of you can hear.

You noticeably fidget at the mention of going home, it wasn't that you didn't want to, you did, by all accounts, but you didn't know what you would open the door to when you did end up back at the decrepit apartment complex you loved. Your apartment wasn't necessarily known for being the most well-secured, but you figured your neighbours would at least tell you if someone had broken in and trashed the place.

Steve moves towards Bucky, turning his body to face away from your wandering gaze

“Take one of my unmarked cars, it seems we’ve got a fuckin rat in our very own house” Steve whispered into Bucky’s ear, causing Bucky to turn his head to face Steve. A look passes between the both of them, their eyes conversing in a way words never could, in a way that told you they had been brothers long before this entire world fell upon their shoulders.

“Well go on then” Steve’s deep voice whispers into your ear, you can taste the heat of his hand pressing onto your waist, as you feel the outline of his revolver press into the small of your back.

“Don’t think I won’t hurt my men to protect you, I’ll kill him if I have to” Steve murmurs, he doesn’t have to say his name, but your mind has been repeating it enough to know who he's talking about, and your heart skips a beat in surprise, air catches your lungs and you have to swallow back the strange feeling brewing in your stomach before following Bucky’s pointed gaze out the office doors, several dozen eyes watching your every step.

The squeak of Bucky’s dress shoes and the click of your pump loafers follow each other down the carpet and painting-lined hallways. You sneak glances through half-open doors and you're met with similar pictures, women and men dressed in black and white staff uniform cleaning and dusting away priceless antiques, ruffling pillows and beds that were never going to be slept in, and folding the endless crisp white shirts Steve wore.

You pass a hallway that looks different to the rest, darker somehow like it was sacred. You don't see any of the endless staff coming out of any of the rooms too, and the millions of questions it springs forth have your eyes squinting to see past the 2 main opening doors.

Bucky turns a corner quickly, and without realising you bump into his back, the rock-hard muscle acting like a brick to cushion your fall. You can’t help but let out a loud yelp, before Bucky turns and catches you from falling flat on your face.

You look up at him clearly flustered, and Bucky gazes down at you in interest, he begins to murmur something but thinks better of it, and slowly lets go of his grip on your waist.

Coughing, he straightens his suit, before motioning forward

“We’re here”

“Hmh? Where is here-” You say

“Oh”

You look towards the expansive dining room, fitted with leather couches surrounding a cast stone fireplace connected to a brick stone kitchen, an iridescent chandelier hangs from the tall ceilings, looking as if diamonds were dripping from above, and the halo of a sparkle glints over the both of you and you can't help but gaze in awe.

“Gorgeous isn't it?” Bucky says, and you glance at him watching the way the chandelier cuts the sunlight so it breaks across the dining room.

It was beautiful, despite being in a room that was in a house of violence, it was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

“Bucky? I thought you already emptied out my kitchen” Calls a voice from the kitchen

Bucky turns towards the voice, a smile for the first time appears on his face and he walks up with you trailing behind.

“You’re still here? I thought Steve gave you the rest of the week off?” Bucky says, and as you walk past the expansive dining room you see a woman dressed in a dirty apron, wiping down a pristine marble countertop that Bucky leans on.

Pots and pans hang from high above the centre block, glinting in a perfect steel arrangement, long panned windows filter light in from the manicured lawns and an array of shelves and creme cabinets line the kitchen. A double burner oven is situated against a grey stone wall, and low-hanging lantern lights are hung from above. David would have loved cooking in this kitchen, that is all you can fathom as you gaze across the opulent space.

You are too fazed to take notice of the conversation happening beside you, until the kind woman looks towards you, cocking her head, her hazel eyes gaze you up and down, taking notice of your strange attire.

“And who is this?”

“One of Steve’s friends came here to get her something to eat but if you're leaving, just know your kitchen is in great hands” Bucky smirks towards the woman, who shakes her head reverently.

“Oh absolutely not, he burnt soup once, goddamn soup!” The woman scolds, a frightened expression taking over her face as she widens her eyes at you.

You can't help but let out a giggle, she was nice, this woman, dark auburn hair braided into a fishtail cascades down her back, her cheeks full as her big brown eyes smile at you.

“Hey!, it was one of those artisan ones alright, screw me for trying to follow a recipe online” Bucky replies, rolling his eyes at the woman as he tries to argue his side to you

“It’s soup Bucky, you put it in a pot and let it heat up” You reply, shaking your head, the woman looks up at you swiftly, a look comes over her face and she nods.

“By your clothing, I can see you are a curator of the kitchen as well?” The woman replies

You look up at her surprised, “Oh no, I’m,-I’m just a waitress”

“Well does the waitress have a name?” She replies

You hadn't had to introduce yourself for much of your life, your name and entire identity stolen and curated by your husband until he was the one introducing you, and now, the sound of your voice feels foreign on your tongue.

“A pretty name for a pretty lady, my name’s Katerina, but just because you're a friend of a friend you can call me Kat. So what would ya like darling?” She says

“Oh, no” You take notice of the recently wiped down and cleaned tabletops

“It’s alright, you've already cleaned up everything and I'm not that hungry, besides Bucky promised to show me around the Manor '' You reply, wiping a hand down to iron out the wrinkles in your work shirt.

“I did?” Bucky replies, and you turn your head, pleading with him to go along with it

“Oh yeah, um, I’ve got to get my Vitamin D you know” Bucky coughs, wincing as he digs his hands into his dress pants.

Kat looks between the both of you, a knowing smile on her face as she nods,

“Oh, I know you'll be here a while.'' She replies, before you both bid your goodbyes and head out through the French doors and onto the stone steps of the entryway of the Manor.

“You really made me lie in front of Kat? What do you think this is? You know I don’t answer to you, and Steve told me to make sure you eat something, especially since last night-” Bucky scolds, before cutting himself off at the mention of your embarrassing

“You know about last night?” You mumble, the burn of embarrassment crawls up your chest as Bucky shifts his gaze to you in guilt

“Parts alright? It was late at night when Steve found you at that bar and it was getting..I just knew I had never seen Steve so, so..” Bucky trails over, shifting his gaze from your eyes.

“So what?” You reply, Bucky was about to tell you something about Steve, specifically last night and every inch of you wanted to know what it was.

“Forget about it” Bucky replies, and you shake your head defiantly.

“No, no I won’t, ever since that day Steve walked into my diner, I’ve been doing this blindfolded dance, spinning around the truth but never being told anything” You reply, challenging Bucky.

Bucky pulls his tongue from his cheek, eyes trailing the manicured garden of the front lawn before looking down at you.

“He was silent. He didn’t say anything the entire ride back, just motionless. And I know Steve has that stone face going on, but honestly? It was like he was thinking, plotting something in that mind of his, and he didn't stop until you were taken to your room and tucked in, hell he didn't stop until we both walked into those office doors”.

You look down at your hands, twirling the old copper band around your index. Thinking? Thinking? You didn't have a clue how to read Steve, let alone know what he could be thinking of all things.

“What does that even mean?” You reply

“It means Steve is deeper in this than he thinks he is,” Bucky replies.

You catch your tongue before you reply with what automatically pops into your head,

If Steve was in this knee-deep, you were entirely swallowed.

Your eyes catch a light shining from the corner of your peripheral vision, over the wall overgrown with ivy.

“I wasn’t lying before,” You say

“Hmph?” Bucky asks, clocking his eyebrow

“Take me there” You reply, pointing towards the wall towards the back of the Manor.

“You mean the abandoned garden?” Bucky scoffs, shaking his head

“If it’s abandoned then no one will know we’re there, right?” You argue

Bucky narrows his eyes, but reluctantly agrees, walking down the steps in long strides as you run after him to catch up.

You both walk along the expansive gravel driveway, the piercing gaze of Steve from the office window above follows the both of you as you venture through the spiny trail that leads to the garden hidden beyond the large hanging evergreen trees that grew along all over the grounds.

Almost losing your balance once or twice, you finally make it through the overgrown foliage, following the stone trail that soon crumbled into the dark dirt floor. Bucky steps over a broken step, before unlatching some kind of bolt and shoving a rotten gate open, breaking the vines that had once grown on the wood.

You walk through the opened gate, Bucky following close behind, and the shrubbery opens up to a clearing. Large evergreen trees like the ones near the Manor surround the open land, however, a different kind of tree stands sky high, and you can’t stop yourself from walking up to one, and feeling the maroon bark rough against your fingers.

You close your eyes and it comes to you,

Redwood oaks.

Times when you would think hard enough, the silhouette of skyscraping trunks, and deep green leaves would cloud your vision, and when you lean your head forward you can almost smell your past. It is beautiful and strange and it hurts just as much. You can’t find yourself anymore, you've resigned yourself to that, but these thousand-year-old trees make you feel more connected than ever.

You want to climb into it and let it consume you. Sleep until you woke up and you knew who you were. It’s strange, the tree reminds you of Steve somehow, like you've been here with him before and it's hitting you like deja vu.

Something has gifted between the both of you, between you and Bucky too, you noticed it today when he spoke to you rather than through you. He didn't have that unsure expression anymore like he didn't fully trust you, and you don't know whether it was because of Steve or because of last night.

The clearing is almost a hill, and you can see fields of honey-coloured wheat and grass cascade into hills as you look beyond the tall trees. You can make out the backbones of where some sort of wooden shelter or structure once stood, now all that was left was a pile of rotting wood and leaves.

“Why is this place abandoned,” You say, it was gorgeous and let in the sun in just the right way for it to be reflected from the trees and shower the clearing with a honey glow, but it was hidden. And all hidden things were hidden for a reason.

“Don't know, it's been in Steve's family for generations, rented out to a couple people and then sold to a family in the mafia. Until Steve bought it back, it seems like this used to be where some sort of sheltered seating area once stood” Bucky replies, digging his shoe into the dirt.

“Yeah well it seems like someone’s put it to good use” You reply, noticing a small hardwood sculpting table fitted next to a workbench, a small but well-built wooden gazebo shelters the workspace, and you want to step forward but something tells you that place is sacred.

A sound comes out of Bucky and when you turn your head, he looks towards the gazebo like he knows who it belongs to. It hits you that he probably does, being the eyes that see all in the place anyway.

“This place yours or something?” You reply, and Bucky looks towards you in surprise like he forget you were there.

“Hmp? No, not me necessarily, but I think I know who” Bucky murmurs, his eyes trailing back to Manor fixating on Steve's office and you have to swallow the laugh that erupts at the assumption.

“Steve? If Steve was to have a hideout behind his Manor it would be for a guillotine, not an easel” You reply.

You look towards the Manor and even though your vision only catches the pitched roof peeking through the dark pine trees you don’t doubt by the feeling crawling up your arm that Steve is watching you too.

“Steve, he's done something but, he's- he's a good man” Bucky replies, turning a rock onto its smooth side between his hands

“Oh yeah? Just like my husband is? I’m starting to figure out good men don’t need to say they're good men” You retort

Bucky shakes his head, turning the rock between his hands before tossing it into the shrubbery.

“You’re husband, he's done things you can't even imagine, he is the farthest from Steve, he's the farthest that Steve could ever be” Bucky replies with a heated tone.

For some reason that statement sent a burn down your stomach, in some sick way, you felt it was your responsibility to protect your husband's honour and name in front of Bucky, but it disappears when you realise you're the one who had run across the country to escape the very man Bucky loathes.

“I know the things he's done alright? I’m not that oblivious”

“I’m sure you aren't, Steve wouldn't go through all this trouble for someone who isn't..smart. But what you know about your husband is only what he's allowed you to see, in this life, there's so much that goes between looks and eyes,”

“Steve, it's this life that's changed him, changed all of us, swallowed him up until we couldn't even recognise each other. God I wish you could have seen him before, he was so carefree, ran like the wind couldn't even catch him. Your husband, evil like that is born in you, encoded into your DNA until you know nothing else" Bucky replies

“How do you expect me to believe that about him if you leave me in the dark all this time? You say Steve is a good man, well then tell me how” You reply

Bucky grinds his teeth, his jaw working as he weighs the metaphorical pros and cons of letting you in, and telling you things you he doesn't doubt Steve hasn’t. It was strange, Bucky felt it was wrong for you to be in this agreement with Steve so blindly, Steve had told him he wanted to protect you, but how can he say that when you don't even know what he's protecting you from?

With a gruff sigh, Bucky turns his neck to face you, delving into one of the main, if not the entire reason Steve is the way he is, and of course it had to be connected to you.

“About a decade or so ago, Steve was in love with a woman, she was everything to him, his breath, his bones, his love, she owned it all. Now it was about the time when Steve was ordained to take over from his father, it was a tradition since the Rogers planted their foot in the underworld, and it was once Steve's father did not take it lightly. Taking over meant your entire life would be dedicated to this throne, you would live, breathe and eat business, and for Steve, what he lived for was her.” Bucky shifts so that his gaze moves from the Manor. And like he's ashamed to be telling you this, to let the stark demeanour of Steve crack.

Bucky chuckles in the sort of way that wasn’t out of humour, your eyes strain as you peer at him, watching him scratch his jaw and tussle his brown locs free from their curls.

“Steve’s father could sense his weakness before it even started, I guess he thought Steve would realise what was at stake, the responsibilities that he had to honour as part of this family. That week before his coronation, Steve refused his father in front of an entire dining room of men. He refused to let go of her in exchange for his marriage to the throne. Told all of them that he was going to marry her and run off. And I still don't know if it was a show of discipline or plain evil, but Steve never got that chance” Bucky says.

“What do you mean?” You reply, your confused expression turning grim as you notice the bleak look on Bucky's face.

“She was- she was murdered that very next morning” Bucky replies, his eyes returning to you, as you whip your head back to stare at him in horror.

“Your husband, was paid by Steve’s father to murder his fiance” Bucky replies after a beat, your breath leaves your chest as you stare at him in disbelief, hands grasping the edges of your apron as you wait for the punchline, and Bucky stares at you in anguish as you realise there isn't.

You don't know what sounds leave your mouth, just the look of Bucky’s face tears you away from his gaze and the tears glide down your neck. You don’t bother to wipe them, you don't doubt there is more anguish to come, more revelations that will have your head spinning, more secrets that were kept from you.

“Hey, hey, look at me” Bucky replies

“I can’t, I didn’t tell you this for nothing alright? I can’t have you leaving here teary-eyed, you told me you were strong yeah? So be strong. Your husband is a murdering psychopath, he has been since he was a teenager, this mercenary job was done to get his foot in this business, and now you're all muddled up in it too. And Steve, he doesn’t want what happened to her to happen to you” Bucky replies, squeezing your arm to shake you back to the present.

“But why? Why would Steve’s father do that?” You reply

Bucky stares off into the curving hills of wheat and grass, shaking his head before replying

“It was Steve’s obligation, it had been since he was conceived, Steve's father thought he gave him a life free of responsibilities while growing up in that town, he didn't think that recklessness would follow him to Brooklyn”.

“Town? What town” You ask, and this time Bucky avoids your gaze, whispering incoherent obscenities under his breath

“That is something only Steve can tell you, me and Steve grew up together in Brooklyn during our teenage years. That place was something from before even that, before even me”. Bucky replies

You nod as you stare at the river that swirled across the Manor grounds, the shock of your husband's role in Steve’s becoming the invisible stone-faced don he was now didn't fully hit you yet. It was like you were numb, forced to put on a brave face in front of Bucky, who had trusted you enough to tell you about Steve.

Steve.

The man who you had believed conned his way into your life, and tricked you into a deal you didn't agree to now seemed different to you, you can’t fathom how a man like that, a man so instilled in the traditions of this world once defied it. Steve had once been so in love he was ready to disown his father's own expectations of him, and yet in the end it had gotten her killed, and it had left him seated on the very throne he despised.

“We should probably head back, lord knows what Steve would say if he knew you were still here” Bucky replies, pulling out a cigarette from his suit breast pocket, and flicking open a metallic silver lighter encrusted with the Rogers family heirloom.

The amber light that ignites the bud elicits a strange feeling that litters goosebumps across your body, it reminds you of a burning photograph, left to ashes and soot. You can smell the stench of it too, and Bucky watches you carefully as he clasps the lighter back into his pocket, nodding to the trail you had just come from.

Your mind is too preoccupied to remember walking back to the Manor, or even sliding into the car door Bucky had opened for you. Your mind circled back and forth between the answers Bucky had muttered under the sweet wisp of the morning breeze and the millions of questions that were met with the same silence and face of neutrality that Steve wore.

There was so much that you didn’t know, it hadn't hit you before, but it was so frighteningly obvious now. You were still the same foolishly naive girl that you had been 10 years ago, except this time, if Bucky had been right, you weren't being robbed of your entire autonomy.

You couldn't deny that since you had arrived in Brooklyn, you felt a strange pull that led you to Steve, you felt it the first time he walked into the diner, and although it was crowded by fear then, you can feel it in all its entirety now. For some strange reason, you hoped what Rumlow had said was just another thread of lies he had made you unravel, you hoped to god for Steve’s sake that all it was, was a childish attempt at getting out of babysitting.

You had steered your mind clear from falling down the rabbit hole of what else it could be, and the sinking feeling that begins to unfurl in your stomach now has you pinching yourself awake, and forcing yourself to stare through the tinted car windows. You watch the blur of the pine trees crowding the curving roads and Bucky’s incessant tapping of the steering wheel over-stimulate your senses, resting your head on the window.

Perhaps Steve knew a thing or two about betrayal, and from the same man that had made you run halfway across the country.

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Bourbon Decision’s

Steve Rogers mafia!au

summary: In light of your reappearance in New York, Steve makes a decision that begins the road to the relationship between you both. And you, begin to remember some familiar faces.

warnings; mentions of death, murder, angst and violence

a/n: so, this chapter gave us a little bit of a back story on how the reader ends ups in Brooklyn, and who her husband truly is. Your girl is a fighter! More parts coming soon…

The cursive lettering burns a hole through your chest, the edges cracked and plastered as you shove accusation down into your pocket. It almost feels poisonous, like simply touching it will make him come around the corner, reminding you that you would never be alone, that you were never going to escape him.

You’re able to hide your shaking hands from Caroline, who takes your silence as simple exhaustion, you fill ill, the bile rises from your throat and you pinch your arm to stop yourself from gagging.

You’re able to conceal your emotions well, your entire life and marriage has been holding up a mask, it was a dance that was all you knew, and all you would ever thank him for.

“You alright there sugar” Caroline looks towards you, eyes filled with concern and she takes notice of your wobbly legs. She reaches with a hand to steady you, but you ignore it, holding onto the granite counter, forcing your downturn eyes to look up at Caroline, you straighten your back.

“Yep, fine, I just need to use the restroom” You reply catatonically, a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes has Caroline looking at you even more strangely.

You turn down the hall, passing David, his auburn black bun bopping to the tunes chirping out of a beaten-up purple stereo he gaggled a 17-year-old in exchange for a pack of Marlboros.

The smells of bacon grease and butter that causes the insatiable monster taking camp in your stomach to growl now has you running into the staff bathroom, the door slamming behind you as you dry heave the entire contents of your breakfast.

Wiping the spit falling from your mouth you turn on the tap, scrubbing your face clean and running a wet hand across your hair. The reflection staring back at you looks nothing like the woman just mere hours ago, a woman who thought she had escaped the biggest tormentor in her life, a woman who thought she was finally free. This woman, the one whose eye bags now seem deeper than before, whose skin looks dull and pulled across her body like skin on bone is bound and shackled by the haunted past that never seemed to wretch its fingers off of her.

Each time she thinks she has a chance at life, the chain wrapped around her neck tightens, and it pulls her back until she's dislocated and bruised. It shakes her violently and spits in her face, laughing and cackling, staring down at her in disgust because how could she have been so stupid? So foolishly naive?

You don't escape men like her husband, you just end up dead.

An overwhelming desire engulfs you, the need to survive and flee fills you strong, and for a second you glance at the back door that leads to the alleyway hidden from the main road. You've got enough cash on you to skip town, maybe hunker down in a dingy yellow motel for a bit until you feel

But what's the point? There was no plan B for what you did, your escape itself was a fucking plan B, and your head is still pounding from the success of it. You had gotten lucky, for the first time in your life, you had gotten lucky. You wouldn't get this chance again, this was it for you. Skipping town would do nothing, but prolong the inevitable, there were no steps ahead with the men you knew, at least let you die with your dignity.

You can't help but laugh at your stupidity, it racks through your body and has you bent over, gripping your stomach, before your shoulder shudders with cracked sobs, a hand muffles your wails as you run the tap, the last you wanted was for adiora to hear you.

You were just so exhausted your body weighed down with the fatigue and stress of your escape, the bruises and injuries you've accumulated over the years that never fully healed took a toll on you. You'd never gone a day without seeing how your body would look without the yellows and purples colliding, some ragged and large while others were small and deliberate. It made you walk funny, your manager had asked if it was a limp, if you'd be able to waitress with all the walking it included, you rushed to tell her it was nothing, just a fall that didn't heal right.

You needed this job, and youd do anything to get it

Caroline had told you you could get benefits for it, to help with rent and supplies, you smiled and told her you'd look into it, you didn't think it would be appropriate to tell her it was years of abuse.

Could the government pay you for that? Or would you be met with an officer at your door ready to drag you back to your husband because of course he had the governor on speed dial and the NYPD in his front pocket?

A tiny bubble of anger begins to set place in your chest, how dare he? He didn't even want you, the nights he’d bring home countless women told you enough. Why did he so adamantly want you then? Keep you chained and locked in the palm of his hand?

You've seen the other marriages in this line of work which were much like yours, transactional and strictly business. Except most of them had an agreement, you have yours and I have mine. Show up like you both are in love, clutching onto each other and keeping your lovers to the side.

Not him though, no, he wanted it all, you think he craved the power it gave him, to see you at his feet below him, your escape was the one time you felt like you had gotten him beat. You knew it wouldn't last long but damn did it feel good.

That man with golden hair looked at you so strangely, like he knew you from long ago, you'd shaken the sense of familiarity from your mind before it even began. This was New York, not Washington, no one knew you here. You were just a face, like any other, so why did he look at you like the sight of you broke him?

The fact of the matter was, your husband was an unstable lunatic who fed off the fear of others, he’d probably shot a few women who even slightly resembled you during the time since your escape, so why didn't that man drag you out of the diner and into one of your husband-marked vehicles?

There was only one explanation, one you couldn't bring yourself to entertain, but it still remained in the back of your mind, next to the hopes and dreams you had for yourself at 13.

The sounds of your name being screeched from the counter can be heard echoing towards you, the diner was horribly understaffed and don’t doubt that there is a mountain of things that needed to be completed since your meltdown.

You need this job, you were not about to lose it.

So just like the years you have been trained, you shove the impending emotions down your stomach, straighten your back, and practice your smile before slamming the staff door behind you.

It’s well past 11 when you finally finish cleaning up after the last of the patrons that exited the diner, the moon was cloaked behind deep grey clouds, providing little light to your walk home. David had offered you a ride, but you had declined quickly, the thoughts circling your mind would be too loud for a car ride. You didn't like walking home, especially this late at night, but you had no choice. You would not want to incapacitate someone else's day, especially now with a target on your back.

The flickering street lights provide a tiny sliver of direction to the beaten path cracked with concrete and dirt. A loud truck filled with men slowed as they neared you, you kept your head down, fingers pressed into your palm as you tried to avoid any confrontation. They screamed obscenities, before zooming past you, the smell of burnt tire lingering behind them.

There was a shortcut to your apartment complex, though the back alleyways were hidden from the main street, and you made a sharp turn to follow the insecure path through the suburban houses. It doesn't take long before you notice the unmarked car following shortly behind you, just a few streets back, enough to not look conspicuous but still get a clear view of you.

You tense, unsure of what to do, you push your house keys between your fingers, silently praying to god that it wasn't him. And it seems that god is on your side today, as the car pulls into a dark street, leaving you breathless and releasing your grip on your keys.

You don't waste any time running the rest of the way until the dingy apartment complex comes into view, your neighbour, a sweet middle-aged lady whose smile never quite reached her eyes and who let you use her gas was screaming at her son, a cigarette hanging from his mouth in open shock.

You smiled to yourself as you passed them, he looked towards you with raised eyebrows, pleading for some support. You weren't about to tell her how to raise her kid, she looked even more exhausted than you.

Jimming the door handle a couple times, you finally shoulder your way into the safety of your small but safe apartment. The soft caramel walls were chipped away at the edges, and the wallpaper was peeling but it was home. It was the closest thing to something that was yours, and only yours.

You quickly made yourself some time, to help calm the storm beginning to write inside your mind again, you hated coffee, it left you jittering and cold and you just wanted to sleep at this point.

After jumping into the shower, your waitressing clothes left sweaty and seeped with oil in the basket you finally found the solace of your cold bed. You invested good money into a solid mattress and covers, and it payed of by the softness and ease that engulfed you.

You reached for the book left on the side table, its spine broken in and countless stains and markings left on its pages. You had never gotten the chance to read, you'd been told it was a useless waste of time that could instead be used for more important things.

Now though, with the threat of your safety looming around the corner, you felt you needed to finish every book you started, in fear you mightn't ever again.

Your mind, however, was running 50 miles an hour and it so happened to find him, golden boy, again. He looked so different from the henchmen of your husband. They were all short and stoic, egregious muscles bursting through tight shirts, fingers dirty with blood and sin. They all had that hungry insatiable expression, like rapid dogs, they salivated every time they were given a task, to murder, to steal, to torture.

One particular night, when you left down the hall to the section of the house you weren't permitted to enter, the blood-curdling screams and moans followed by their laughter had you bolting out, they heard you anyway, and your husband had forced you to watch.

You just needed scissors.

This man though, his eyes shone with a different kind of darkness. One possibly more intricate and deeper than the sleazy men near your husband, and, it should have scared you. But it didn't, it pulled you closer like you wanted to dip your foot in and see how far it went. The sense of familiar you'd refused to feel filled you once again, a part of your mind was screaming at you, itching and shoving its fingers between bordered wood to get you to see.

Shaking your head you flicked to the dog-eared page, one thing you knew about the world you were married into, was all the men were obsessed with one thing, power and money, and they'd do anything to get it.

All of them.

The brown liquid sloshes against the ice as steve raises it to his lips, finishing it with one gulp. The familiar burn of liquor eases the tension in his shoulder, as he leans against the mahogany desk, hands folded against his chest.

“All I’m saying is that we have to act fast and we have to act now, every day that passes is another risk to the dominion, he's getting more and more erratic by the day” Sam murmurs, sitting on the plush velvet coach situated to the left of the expansive office, the high ceiling lights cast a glow across the room that does little to ease the tension.

Steve rubs his jaw, scratching at the stubble that has begun to grow, he's gotten so busy that he'd forgotten to shave. Steve’s mind is scattered, bits and pieces here and there, Sam was right, Matthews was getting even more unstable than he ever was, killing mercilessly without a second thought, leaving finger prints and blood and bodies. Sooner or later, he’d get the entire underworld exposed if he kept up with this.

“I know, I know, I just- I need to think” Steve begins, before Bucky interrupts quickly, his eyes roam Steve, squinting as he notices something off.

“It’s different this time, Matthews, it’s more than just his greed and psychotic tendencies, he’s lost something. And I have a feeling you know exactly what it is”. Bucky replies, eyebrows raising and he looks towards Steve.

Sam looks up rapidly, a grim look on his features as he takes in Steves silence

“Steve…what is it?” Sam replies, Steve was apprehensive to reply, eyes shutting for a few minutes, mind racking over the moments before, when he found you. Selfishly, in a way, he wanted to keep you hidden, a secret only he knew, but Sam and Bucky knew him long enough where they’d eventually find out.

“You know Matthews wife” Steve begins, Sam and Bucky lean in closer as they take in Steves tighten jaw and deep seated anger behind his eyes. Steve was a man of decorum, he’d rarely show his true anger, always hidden behind canine smiles and wolf like hunger, he was precise and meticulous with his rage. It’s what made him so powerful.

“The girl from your home town?, The quite one right?” Sam replies, confusion covering his features as he tries to connect the picture Steve was sewing in front of them.

His cracks as he remembers you, before Matthews and before he stamped out the light that always shone through your eyes, the oblivious innocence you carried that seemed to suck him in and ruin him for anybody else.

“Yeah, yeah, that one” Steve coughs before straightening his back

“Poor girl, I heard she didn’t even get a say, just woke up one morning with his claws in her. I haven't seen her in any of the charity fundraisers in a long time” Bucky says, hands running through his jet black hair as he recalls your frequent absence. It was strange, most men would flaunt their wives anytime they’d get the chance, especially one as gorgeous as you. Not Matthews though, he acted as if you were invisible, a burden, like a mother running after her petulant child. As if he wasn't the one that gave you no choice but to marry him.

“She's gone” Steve spits out, his golden locks fall to his face as he quickly pushes them behind his ear, no one else knew of your absence, besides your husband and him, you were still behind the shadows of his wrath. Now the shoe had dropped and it was real, you’d really gone and done it, you’d escaped him.

“What do you mean Steve, your telling me that girl escaped one of the ruthless mob bosses in Northern America? The one with all the guns and men and fucked up morality? The one who’s murdered teenagers?” Sam emphasis in open shock, moving to get up from the sofa and walk closer to Steve.

“I dont know when, I don’t even know how, but she got out” Steve says, a sudden urge to see you again fills him, he shakes it away quickly before it consumes him whole and ruins him.

“Holy shit, she really did it. She’s got some fucking balls” Bucky says, eyes widening as he comes to terms with the fact that you may not have been as innocent as they once thought.

“But, if shes out...she knows what will happen to her now? As much as I hate Matthews, he brought her immunity and protection, especially one from a family like hers, now-, now she’s a walking target.” Sam says it was inevitable, the mafia world wouldnt allow for such treachery, for such betrayal.

“Open fucking season” Bucky continues, eyes strained behind Steve towards the frosted window of the office. The planes of concrete fields stretch endlessly, the smoke of vehicles and Nee Yorks smoking problem floating through the deep grey clouds.

What was your endgame?

The question circles Bucky’s mind, he was always searching for an answer, a causation, and right now you had him stumped. Funny.

Steve nods, nocking his leather dress shoes against each other, loyalty ran thicker than blood in this world of theirs, and what you had committed was worse their murder.

“She disappears I know, trust me I do, probably ends up at the bottom of the Hudson at best, and at worst..” Steve says

He didn’t need to continue for them both to understand. Eyes failing to wince as they had grown use to the brutality of the mafia.

“But, I talked to her, earlier today, down by Brooklyn” Steve begins to say before both Bucky and Steve interrupt him quickly

“You talked to her?! Jesus, Steve, this has got to be a fucking joke, because I know the man infront of me. And he would be as insane as to talk to a mafia’s wife, let alone the king of the dominion. Hell, even being near her would count as a death wish” Bucky replies, eyebrows furrowed as the shock of Steve’s recklessness hung in the air.

“We can’t afford an attack right now, especially one from someone as psychotic as him and his lunatics” Sam reiterates, unsure what had gotten into their usually calculated and cunning friend.

“Listen dammit”, Steve grumbles, hands flying around him

“If I get her to share some information about Matthews in return for safety, we’ll be able to get ahead, plan an attack before he even registers she’s back in New York”

“Back, she was here before?” Sam questions, confusion filling his usual stoic features

“She was here a couple years back, something happened, bad, and since it’s Matthews you know it had to have been some extraordinarily catastrophic shit” Steve murmurs, eyes far away as if he’s mind was back all those years. His fist tighten involuntarily, and he quickly reminds himself to relax before they take notice of his sudden anger.

“No one knows what happened, not Santiago, not even Brock. All we know is that he changed after that, became way worse. Before, at least he could keep a handle on it, after what happened though, it’s like he’s wishing for a reason to rage”. Steve continues, Bucky and Sam nod following him, they had all noticed the shift in Matthews behaviour, even more drastic then, the entire underworld whispered behind masks and glistens of pistols about the mafia don and his mental breakdown.

“Your asking her to commit treason then?” Sam quakes, hand pressing into the deep wood of the chair.

“She already did when she walked out that door, you don’t just make a decision like that, no, not for someone like her. She probably stayed in that decision for days, if not weeks. She knows the risks she took.” Steve informs, arms crossing against his chest, he knew you weren’t as stupid as people thought you were, in fact he knew you better than most people ever would.

You were similar to him in that way, cunning in ways people didn’t realise, always hidden beneath false naivety.

“Well, you sure he’s still out looking for her? How do you know he isn’t pointing a fucking laser at your head right now?” Bucky begins eyes strained to the window again as if looking out for any incoming steel bullets.

Steve remains silent as he hums to himself, a pen between his fingers as he jots down your address on a haphazard note pad.

“Because she would have already been dead by now” He says finally, underlining the street name twice, before clicking it back into the desk drawer. Sam laughs, a hand coming to rest at his chest, the under suit creases at his ministrations and it reminds Steve that he needs to buy one that actually looks good on him.

“You’re one insane mother fucker Steve, I’ll give you that” Sam chuckles at the casualness of the blond’s demeanour.

Steve shoots a smile, a real one, his canines glint and for a second, it’s as if a wolf has taken it’s place over his features. The rosy reds of his cheeks contrast against the sand gold of his hair and suddenly Steve looks younger. Like the cruelty and immorality of the world around him hasn’t taken his soul and left a gaping black hole.

“That’s how we win, it starts with her” Steve replies with finality, his voice refusing any negotiation or persuasion.

It was final, Steve set his eyes on you, and he wouldn’t stop until he got exactly what he wanted.

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