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gummydummy19 · 9 months

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Guns and Roses

Summary: You’ve been nagging your mobster boyfriends for a gun for months, but they won't budge. After yet another fight about the matter Bucky takes it too far and it's up to him to apologize this time.

Content Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics but honestly it's all over the place, age gap, powerplay, brat reader, swearing, mob themes, angst, polyamory, mean dom Bucky (he's a tiny bit toxic but we love him), soft dom Steve, switch Steve, orgasm denial, angst, ignoring boundaries but regretting it, fluffy ending

A/N: inspired by the show “Bones” (iykyk) ALSO I make all my moodboards myself so please don't use without credits <3

P.S: besties, THIS IS FICTION. Boundaries should never be ignored irl!

Word Count: 5.4k+

“I said no, end of story”

"But, Buck!"

He turned around and gave you a stern glance. You know what that glance meant. Don’t push it.

“No.” He said.

You huff an angry breath through your nose and cross your arms.

“Maybe she has a point, Buck?” Steve chimed in.

“Christ, Steve, not you too. We can't get her a fucking gun it's too dangerous. She's not trained she doesn't know how to use it. She could get hurt! What if she gets injured? I swear if anything ever happened to her, Steve, so help me god I-"

"This is ridiculous, I'm a grown woman! If I wanna buy a gun, I'll buy a damn gun!" you yell out.

A huffed out a condescending laugh "Sweetheart, you can't even keep a plant alive." he mocked.

"Buck!" Steve intervened, signalling he crossed a line.

"Screw you, James." You yelled.

'You're an ungrateful brat, you know that?' Bucky spat, 'We work day and night to protect you, but it's never enough is it?'

'That's not true!' you yelled back.

You tried to sound as intimidating as he sounded, but you couldn't help yourself taking a few steps back as Bucky towered over you.

You thought your back hit a wall, but when you felt two soft hands trail your arms, you realised it was Steve's hard chest. His gestures were soft, keeping you grounded.

You had been begging your maffia boyfriends for a gun for ages, but they wouldn't budge.

Steve had always been the softer one. Bucky had a temper, but he would never actually hurt you.

'You think you're a big girl, huh? Think you can handle waving a gun around?'

'Don't you patronise me, asshole.'

Bucky's eyes shot wide and his nostrils flared. He grabbed your face and squished your cheeks together.

'Alright, that's enough of that. Get on your fucking knees.'

You were about to snap back something but Bucky knew what a spitfire you could be.

'Now.' He sternly said before one single bratty word could leave your mouth.

'I'd do as he says, if I were you.' Steve whispered in your ear before pressing a soft kiss against your neck, making Bucky role his eyes.

Reluctantly, you did as you were told, trying to ignore the increasing wetness between your legs.

Bucky looked down at you.

'It's not gonna suck itself, is it?'

'Are you trying to make me bite ur dick off?'

Steve chuckled at that, earning another seething glare from his best friend.

'Oh relax, Buck.' Steve said, leaning over you to press a kiss on Bucky's neck. 'We both know she's all bark, but she never bites'

You heard Bucky groan as Steve got behind him and nibbled on his pulse point.

As much as you loved being a brat, you adored pleasing Bucky more than you'd ever admit, so you nuzzled against his thigh as you pulled down his zipper, earning another groan from Bucky.

'Hmm...that's a good fucking girl.' he groaned out as he felt your mouth wrap around his cock.

One of his arms reached down to rest against the back of your head as the other one reached over his head to tangle in Steve's hair.

You sucked on his shaft eagerly as your hand played with his balls.

'Fuck, baby, stopstopstopstop,' He moaned as he pulled you off his cock just in time.

You glared up at him proudly, making him grin.

'Yeah, yeah...get up.'

You gave the head of his cock one last kiss before slowly standing up, making sure to leave some soft nibbles against his skin on your way.

You were about to press a kiss against his lips when a firm tug on your arm made you spin around.

'My turn' Steve said, before kissing you deeply.

'Hmm, Buck, she tastes like your cock.' he groaned as he broke the kiss.

'Yeah? You like that, you dirty dog?' Bucky grinned

'You know I do, punk' He said, pulling Bucky closer by his tie to bring him in for a messy kiss too.

'See, the problem is that you don't taste like mine.'

'Hmm, that does sound like a problem, doesn't it?'

And with that, Bucky dropped to his knees, making quick work of pulling out Steve's hard member.

'Oh fuck...babygirl, c'mere...' He moaned, pulling you in for another kiss as Bucky sucked on his cock.

Before long the 3 of you had stumbled to the bed. A big mess of tangled limbs and wet kisses.

'Oh, please, fuck me daddy!' you moaned as Bucky teased your pussy with the head of his cock.

'If I do will you shut up about the damn gun?'

'Oh come ooonnnn!' you whined, trying to push yourself back against him, but Steve tightened his grip on your hair

'Uh uh, be a good girl.' he scolded, making you look up.

'Open.' he said, and you immediately opened your mouth for him

He gripped your cheeks and a thick drop of spit fell from his lips straight into your awaiting mouth. You moaned at the vulgarity and swallowed.

'There you go, see, you can be a good girl if you want.'

'If somebody doesn't put a dick inside me within the next 15 seconds I'm gonna-'

'What? huh? You're gonna do what?' Bucky teased, leaning close to you, his sweaty chest pressing against your back, hard cock still nudging at your sopping entrance, making you whimper.

'You aint gonna do shit, babygirl.'

'Come on, buck, pleaaassee.' You whined 'It's not funny anymore.'

Steve noticed tears of frustration welling in your eyes and he shot Bucky a look saying you've had enough teasing.

Bucky pushed in without a word. Slow and steady.

'holy shit....' You breathed out when he was fully inside you. Very snug and very deep.

'You drive me fucking insane, you know that?' Bucky whispered in your ear, 'I love you so fucking much, sometimes I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack.'

Before you could even reply he started pulling out and fucking into you again with slow, deep strokes.

Steve grabbed your face and kissed you messily as he jerked himself off.

After a couple minutes you felt Bucky's hands slide up from their place on your hips and reach your breasts. He grabbed them firmly and pulled you back, so you were leaning against his chest.

'Stevie, c'mere'. he groaned as he dragged Steve closer for a kiss, keeping one hand on your hip and the other tangled in the blondes hair.

You felt Steve's dripping cock against your belly and couldn't help but reach down.

Steve groaned in Bucky's mouth when he felt your hand squeeze around his cock and moved his thumb to your clit to return the favour.

You let out a loud moan feeling Steve touch your sensitive clit and squeezed around Bucky cock.

'Oh fuck baby, do that again.' the brunette damn near whimpered in your ear.

You would do anything just to heard that sound again.

You squeezed down on Bucky's cock and you sped up your motions with Steve.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby open your mouth!' he groaned, and you did, barely in time to catch all of Steve's hot cum.

'Holy shit, Stevie...' Bucky moaned, 'How do you always cum that much?'

Steve chuckled and dropped his head on your shoulder, continuing to play with your clit as he whispered foul things in your ear.

'You're such a good girl, making me cum that hard, swallowing it all, hmmm, got my seed in your belly while Buck rearranges your guts, huh? You like that, pretty baby? Huh, you little cumslut?'

'Fuck, I'm gonna cum like this...' You moaned, feeling yourself get closer to the edge

Between Bucky fucking you deeply and Steve rubbing your clit you were surprised you hadn't exploded already.

'Don't you dare!' Bucky growled.

'W-what?...'

'Tell me the last word has been said about that fucking gun.'

'You can't be serious!'

'As a damn heartattack, Doll'

'Bucky!'

'I'd agree if I were you, Princess.' Steve chuckled, 'I can tell just from looking at him he's close'

'Fuck, please let me cum! Steve! Bucky!' you begged

'Promise us you'll let the gun thing go!'

'Fuck you!' you screamed out, praying to God they were bluffing, but as the words left your mouth, Bucky pulled out and finished against your thigh.

'NO!' you yelled as you felt your orgasm drift away and you were furious.

'I told you I was serious.' Bucky chuckled a little out of breath

'You asshole!' you pushed his shoulder and scrambled away.

'Hey, watch your fucking mouth!'

'We don't fucking do orgasm denial!' You yelled

'I gave you a fair fucking warning!' Bucky yelled back

You grabbed Bucky's discarded shirt and wiped his cum of your skin, throwing the dirty fabric at his face.

'She's right, Buck.' Steve chimed in. 'We don't do orgasm denial. Are you okay, baby?' he asked, pulling you close against him.

'Hmm,' You sighed as you sagged against him. 'Bucky is a big fat fucking meanie.'

You were sat in between his legs with your back against his chest, as he peppered kisses against your cheek

'Yeah, he is, princess.' He agreed, 'C'mere sweetie, open your legs for me.'

You did as he said, enjoying how warm Steve was, inside and out.

Steve's large hands roamed your body before one of them settled in between your legs, gently playing with your puffy folds while pressing kisses on your shoulder and neck. He continued whispering praises in your ear, softly working up the stimulation so as not to overwhelm you after your drop.

'Doing so good for me, pretty. Such a good, good girl. My perfect baby...does that feel good? Hmm? Am I making you feel all better?'

Steve's sweet words and gentle movements were like magic. You felt like you were climbing and falling all at the same time. It felt amazing, but still, there was a gnawing feeling in your stomach.

'Buck needs to leave...' you mumbled as your head lulled back against Steve's shoulder.

Steve kept his fingers moving over your clit in a slow, steady rhythm, but his kisses stopped for a second as he lifted his head to look at you.

'Baby, we don't do that...' he gently reminded you of your number one rule since the three of you got together: Never leave someone out.

Every time there was a sexual encounter in your relationship, it was always the three of you together, never just two. You had all agreed on this rule very early in your relationship, to avoid conflict.

Of course, you all loved each other equally, there was never any doubt of that. The rule was put in place because the first weeks of your relationship had proven it to be necessary.

You'd have sex with Bucky all afternoon, and when Steve got home from work you were both too exhausted, leaving him high and dry.

The week after, Steve would have you choking on his dick all morning, and by the time it was Buck's turn, your jaw was aching so bad that you could barely give them a proper kiss for days.

Finally, the three of you had decided good communication and a couple ground rules were a must if this was gonna work, so you decided from then on, all sex would include all three of you.

Plus they balance each other out so perfectly, you had to admit you always came the hardest when it was with both of them.

The only exception to the rule was when one of the boys was away from home for a business trip, the other could fuck you if and only if they asked permission first and send videos or skyped while it was happening.

You never had any problems ever since, until now. Bucky had broken another ground rule: no orgasm denial, and you wanted him to be punished.

'We don't do denial either.' You said firmly, 'Bucky leaves or I leave and take care of myself, and neither of you gets to touch me for a month'

'You don't make the rules here, brat.' Bucky growled, clearly offended.

'If I did you'd just break them!' you spat back, closing your legs to hide your body from him, suddenly feeling like he didn't deserve to look at you.

'Listen here you-'

'Go take a shower, Buck.' Steve interrupted him, covering your body with his large arms when he saw what you were doing.

'Excuse me?' Bucky questioned

'Go shower, we'll be there in a bit.' He explained calm yet firm.

'Steve, you can't be serious?'

'As a damn heart attack,' you said, throwing Bucky's words back in his face.

Bucky looked at you, at Steve, and back at you. His eyes narrowed the tiniest bit as they held an emotion somewhere between defeat and rage.

He got up from the bed without saying a word and walked to the ensuite bedroom, slamming the door behind him, making you flinch a little in Steve's arms.

Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky's theatrics, 'don't worry about him, you know what a hothead he is.' he said, pressing a firm kiss to the side of your head as his hands started rubbing up and down your figure.

'He's a fucking asshole, that's what he is.' you grumbled, earning a small chuckle from Steve, who has gone back to pressing kisses wherever he could.

'Hmm...you still love him, tho.'

'Yeah, well so do you...'

'I do, I love you both more than anything,' he admitted, gently prying your legs back open and trailing his fingers back to his favorite spot on earth.

'He loves us too, he loves you, I love you...with so much of my heart I it overwhelms me sometimes,' Steve mumbled, rubbing your clit at a steady pace,

'Hmm..' you moaned, clutching Steve's bicep as his other hand found your entrance, tracing your soaked slit before sliding in one, thick finger, immediately curling it against that spongy spot inside of your pussy.

'He..ah, fuck....he has a-a fucked up way of sh-showing it...'

'That he does...but you know how to set him straight, don't you?'

'Shit...Stevie don't stop...please...please don't stop doing that...'

'Yeah? You like it when I play with that desperate pussy? You're so fucking pretty, baby. So hot when you get all sassy, you know that? How hard it makes me when you open that bratty mouth of yours...drives me fucking insane...'

There was a neediness to Steve's voice, it almost sounded like a..whimper.

'Oh...Stevie...pleaaasseee...need to cum so bad...please, pleassee...' You begged

'I bet you do, baby...Bucky left you so needy for me,....think he can hear you from the shower? Think he's touching himself just listening to me playing with that drenched pussy?

You knew Steve was a big softie, with you and with Bucky. He wanted to be loyal to Bucky. He wanted to include him even if he wasn't there.

Steve was a switch, but he was always dominant with you. Not like Bucky tho, Bucky was mean and rough while Steve was more of a pleasure dom, ready to give you everything your heart (and pussy) desired.

'Bucky doesn't deserve my pussy...' You moaned, creeping closer to the edge

'Bucky's been a bad boy hasn't he? Do I deserve your pussy baby? Hmm?'

Your mind got clouded by Steve's change of dynamic. You had always been a massive brat and you thoroughly enjoyed powerplay, but you were a sub at heart. And the closer you got to an orgasm, the more submissive you became.

'fuck...yeah, Stevie....you've been so good to me...always so good to me...'

He worked your pussy like a fucking instrument, knowing exactly what spots to hit. He kept you on the edge, careful not to push you over. You became more desperate by the second. Steve's gentle touches started to bring more frustration than pleasure. You needed to be squeezed and manhandled, you needed to get called a desperate fucking whore...

'Yeah, baby? Am I doing good?' Steve whined, 'Am I being a good boy?'

'Nghnnn noooo no no...' you mumbled, trying to move his hand to your throat, desperately bucking against him, needing to be handled rougher...

'Need more....pleaasee...need...need..'

And just like that realization dawned on you somewhere in your clouded brain.

You needed Bucky.

'Need Bucky, baby? Want me to call him? Want him to make you cum really fucking hard?'

'Pleaaseee please, Buckyyyy!!' you begged, so close you could almost taste your orgasm

Steve was about to call out for Bucky, but the second his name left your mouth the door swung open.

'About fucking time.' Bucky growled

'Look at that, huh? Pussy so fucking desperate for me, can't even cum when I'm not in the room.' His hand found your neck and he immediately squeezed it perfectly as his other hand tangled in your hair, pulling it softly to make you meet his gaze.

'Such a good fucking slut, huh? My dirty little whore...aww fucking look at you...Are you crying? You wanna cum that bad, baby? Is that it? Wanna cum for Daddy?'

You nodded furiously, tears rolling down your cheeks as Steve finally picked up his pace.

'Look so fucking pretty like this, drooling like a fucking whore...'

'Please, please, please daddy let me cum, please!' you begged, praying to everything good and pure he would say yes as you felt a warm wave flowing through your body.

'Cum for us, now! Fuck yeah just like that...'

Your face scrunched up as you let out a pornworthy moan, thighs shaking in Steves grip as his skilled fingers toyed you through your high

'Fuck, yeah, that's a good fucking girl, my good slut, huh? Fuck...'

Bucky praised. His filthy words making your stomach flutter.

He bend down between the mess of tangled legs and started pressing kisses against your wet thigh, pulling Steves fingers out of you.

you let out a small moan at the feeling, looking down to see Bucky staring at your wet, puffy folds, using Steves's hand to robe around your entrance a little bit.

You though he would never stop staring at your pussy, until suddenly his lust-blazed eyes shot up, staring directly at your own. He slowly took Steves slick-covered fingers in his mouth, licking them clean while he never broke eye contact.

'Good boy, Stevie, making her cum like that.'

You felt Steve's dick twitch behind you at his praise.

'Thank you, sir...' he whined

'Move down a little, and put her on your lap.' Bucky commanded and Steve obliged almost immediately, shuffling down the bed a little to he was almost laying down, his shoulders still propped against the headboard.

He pulled up from between his legs, making you sit on his lap but he struggled to manouvre you around his rock hard cock.

'C'mere...like this...' Bucky explained, moving the both of you to his will.

You were practically laying back against Steve, your legs wide open, hooked over his thighs as his cock throbbed against your entrance.

'Would you look at that,' Bucky started, 'what a sight for sore eyes..'

He reclaimed his position between your legs. One of his hands gently traced up and how your inner thigh as the other did the same to Steve's leg.

You let your head lull back against Steve's hard chest while Steve's hands roamed over your body. One of his strong arms stretched over your belly, holding you close against him as his other arm curled across your chest with the same purpose.

You were relishing in Steve's warmth when he moaned suddenly, making you look down.

Bucky had wrapped his mouth around Steve's tip, sucking on him like it was his favorite piece of candy. You reached your arms up above your head, tangling in Steve's hair behind you,

'Fuck, Stevie you're so pretty....' you whined, making the man shudder beneath you

'He is, isn't he?' Bucky mumbled, taking Steve out of his mouth for a second, stroking and squeezing his wet, swollen tip.

'Look at that, princess, you're dripping all over his cock,'

Before you could look down, you felt Bucky lick a stripe up your pussy, collecting all the wetness that was trickling out of it.

'Taste so fucking good.' he groaned into your folds, making another moan tumble from your lips.

'Fuckfuckfuuuckk...ngggnn..' Steve whined at a particularly hard squeeze

'Wanna shoot your load in this wet fucking pussy Stevie? huh? Wanna make a mess?

'Please!' You and Steve moaned simultaneously, making Buckky grin

'Bunch of dirty sluts...'

Bucky pushed Steve's cockhead into your sensitive hole. Because of the position, he couldn't get very deep, but his tip was nestled right against your sweet spot, making you keen.

'Fuuucckk...' Steve moaned as you squeezed around his head so tightly it almost slipped out, but Bucky was making sure that didn't happen.

'Fuck yeah, baby, make that pussy strangle his cock...'

You started rocking your hips a little, the best you could. You didn't have much room but the tiny amount of friction was driving you both insane.

'Hmmm, just like that...good fucking girl, our little cockslut, aren't you?' Bucky spat, before licking a stripe all the way from Steve's balls, past where you two were connected, straight to your clit, where he attached his lips and started suckling and nibbling the sensitive bud, of course making you squeeze harder around Steve.

You started moaning like a whore while Steve whined and gasped in your ear. One of Bucky's hands stayed playing around your stuffed hole, making sure Steve stayed right where he needed to be.

'Want me to fill up your little hole too, Stevie?'

'yes yes yes please sir!'

'Hmm,' Bucky responded contently, running his fingers through the mess dripping out of your cunt before tracing them down to Steve's asshole.

He started with one finger, poking around a little until he finally connected the pad of his fingertip with Steve's prostate.

'SHIT!' Steve moaned out, bucking his hips up a bit, making his tip hit your g-spot a little more violently.

'That's it...that's the spot isn't it, Stevie?'

'Y-yes! Yes, sir...right there...please..."

Bucky added another digit and started fingering Steve's ass until he found a perfect rhythm, making sure to hit Stevie's spot every single time before connecting his mouth back to your clit.

He ate you out with vigor, focusing on your clit and sometimes letting his tongue lick past the part where Steve's cock disappeared into your tight and dripping pussy.

The closer you got to your orgasm, the tighter you squeezed around Steve's sensitive cockhead, and the more Bucky fingered Steve's sweet spot, the more he bucked against yours.

It felt like a neverending cycle of insane amounts of pleasure and you know both you and Steve were trying to prolong it as long as physically possible.

'I want you two to cum at the same time, think you could do that for me?'

'Yes, daddy,' you moaned

'Yes, sir' Steve added

'Good fucking sluts,' Bucky groaned, before attaching his lips back to your clit

'm'so close, Stevie, please fill me! I need it!

'fuckfuckFUCK! m'gonna cum baby...gonna cum so fucking hard...'

'Cum!' Bucky growled into your pussy, and you didn't have to be told twice.

'Yes please PLEASE cumming, I'm cumming!' Your hole contracted around Steve. His hands grabbed your hips hard enough to leave a bruise, partly to pull you down and partly to keep himself grounded as he shot his hot cum up into you.

'ARGh shit!' he swore, biting down on your neck while you felt him twitch inside of you.

Bucky let the both of you come down from your high as he places gentle kisses and traced soft shapes all over your and Steve's legs

'good girl...' he kissed your thighs

'Hmmm...n'good boy..' he whispered to Steve and he gently pulled out his fingers before giving one last command.

'Eyes on me, now,'

You and Steve immediately obliged, despite your exhaustion. You lifted your head a little and peeled open your eyes, to see Bucky guide Steve's softening cock out of your pussy. You both keened a little at the feeling, but neither of you had time to whine because Bucky stuck out his tongue and licked up the tiny stream of white seed running out of your abused hole.

'fuck...' he mumbled, 'tastes so fucking good...'

You and Steve could do nothing else but watch with droopy eyes and Bucky cleaned you up. When all of Steve's cum was swallowed, he turned to Steve's cock, licking up every single drop of arousal and cum he could find, earning another whine from Steve.

When he was finished, Bucky helped you slide off Steve's chest. He laid you down on your back and gave Steve a soft, slow kiss. You heard his praise, calling Steve a good boy and telling him how much he loved him.

It didn't take long for Bucky to turn to you, maneuvering so you were laying in between them.

You immediately clung to Steve, part of you still angry at Bucky.

As you laid your head on Steve's chest, Bucky came up behind you to snuggle. He pressed kisses against your bare shoulders and neck, wrapping his arms around you.

He could be so gentle. So soft. So sweet.

'M'sorry...' he mumbled in between kisses.

You didn't have the energy to say anything back, but you didn't push him away, and when his hand found yours, you didn't stop him as his fingers tangled with your own...

The next morning you woke up to wet kisses being pressed to your cheeks. The amount of scruff scratching the soft skin of your face was a dead giveaway that it was Steve.

'Stevieee...' you whined, although the smile on your face could not be hidden, 'S'too early...'

'Early?! It's eleven O'clock, you brat!' he chuckled, making you giggle

'Yeah, well you guys had me up until way past my bedtime and I need my beauty sleep.' you countered

'Is that so?' he smirked, leaning over you, 'I'm gonna need a reminder of what exactly it was that we did because...,' he leaned in closely, hot breath tickling the shell of your ear, 'I seem to have some trouble recalling it all...'

'Hmmm...I guess that's what happens with old age, huh Stevie?'

'Excuse me?!'

With a scowl on his face, he was quick to dig his fingers into your sides, making you squeal out.

'Nooooo, Steve, that tickles!! Stop it!! STOOPPPP!!' you trashed around trying to escape Steve's wrath, but to no avail...

'How's this for old, huh?'

'I take it back! I take it back!! I'm sorry, please stop! I TAKE IT BACK!'

Every the softy, Steve finally led up, staring at your exhausted form in contentment.

'Hmm, that's what I thought.' He grinned, pressing a satisfied kiss on your cheek before dropping down next to you

'How did you sleep, pretty girl?'

'Good, I always do when I'm here.'

'Are you okay?' He asked earnestly, 'We didn't get a chance to talk everything through last night so...talk to me, pretty.'

'So you do remember last night then?' you grinned

'Baby,' Steve warned, knowing you were trying to distract him.

You huffed, sitting up next to Steve.

'Why do we have to talk about it?'

'Because that's what we do, sweetheart.'

'Where's Buck?'

'Downstairs, making breakfast.' Steve replied, 'He thought it would be better if I came up here to wake you.'

'Is he angry with me?'

'Of course not, sweetie, why do you think that?'

You shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

'Are you angry with him?'

'I was,' you replied honestly, 'Now I'm just embarrassed'

'Why's that?'

'Because...you guys are so powerful, everyone fears you, everyone takes you seriously.'

Steve stayed quiet, glad you were finally speaking truthfully.

'Sometimes I just feel like...like I'm a weak link, a burden, some girl attached to you guys giving you headaches.

'Baby, you could never ever be a burden to us, we love you and we love protecting you, it's our job.'

'It's not though!' you spoke up a little, 'Not really...but I made it your job. I just thought that if I could protect myself you guys could finally worry less...work less...'

Steve's face softened at that.

'Oh, honey...' he took your face in his large hands, 'You didn't make us do anything. We love you. We are in love with you. And even if you were locked away in the highest tower with the largest amount of guns we would still want to protect you.'

You stared up at Steve with wide eyes, trying not to fill them with tears as you took in his words

'And I'm sorry we've been working so much, baby,' he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

'Also, and I want to make this abundantly clear, I have never met anyone in my entire life who is stronger than you. You are powerful and we take you seriously.'

Your eyes dropped down at those last words, not going unnoticed by Steve.

'Is that what made you feel embarrassed? Bucky denying you made you feel powerless, that's why you sent him away, isn't it?'

'I didn't want him to go, I really didn't, I just...'

Steve noticed you were having difficulties finding your voice again.

'Wanted to reclaim your power?'

You nodded, grateful he understood.

'and that is super valid, baby. Bucky shouldn't have done it, he knows that. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.'

'I'm glad he came back though...' you admitted, making Steve grin 'And just so you know, I saw right through that little act, Rogers. I knew what you were doing.'

He laughed at that, 'Well, it worked, didn't it?'

'It did, yeah' You admitted, comfortable sagging against him

'Can I admit something?' He asked

'Sure, Stevie, what is it?'

'I'm a little embarrassed too...'

You pulled back a bit, looking at him with a confused frown on your face.

'What? Why?'

'Because...you've never seen me like that...that,uh...so, so...'

'Subby?'

'Yeah, I guess so...'

'Well, I thought it was really hot.'

'You did?' Steve frowned.

you nodded, 'I like that you're dominant with me but submissive with Bucky. It made me feel less alone? weird? I don't know the right word for it...'

'Hmm...' Steve nodded understandingly, 'Being able to let yourself go, to show a side of yourself not a lot of people get to see, I think that's pretty damn powerful'

'That's why neither of you should be embarrassed'

You both turned to see Bucky standing in the doorframe with a big platter and a bouquet of fresh roses.

'How long have you been standing there?' you asked

'Let's just say I hope you like your eggs a little cold.' he replied, not moving. He was waiting for you to tell him he could come closer. giving you the power.

'Well get over here then.' You said with a faint smile

He sat down on the bed, placing the platter on the bed next to you and Steve. It looked delicious, as did he.

He took the roses and placed them carefully on your lap, giving you an apologetic look.

'I never ever wanna embarrass you. Not ever. If anything, I'm the one who should be feeling ashamed, and sweetheart, let me promise you right now that I fucking do.' He said

'Also,' Steve jumped in, 'we got you a gift'

That took you by surprise, you looked back and forth at the both of them.

'What? You didn't have to do that...' you said, watching Bucky pull a box out of his pocket.

'Yes, we did.' He said, handing it to you, watching your face with focus as you opened it.

Inside was a beautiful necklace, delicate with a small pendant hanging in the middle.

A gun.

It was a little gun charm hanging on the necklace.

You couldn't help the massive smile tugging at your lips, immediately spreading all over your face.

'I acted like a fucking pussy.' Bucky said, 'All I ever want is to keep you safe. I let my pride and my ego get into my head and I crossed a line and I'm so, so sorry for-hmfp'

Whatever words he wanted to say after that got swallowed by your kiss. You tried your best not to squish the roses as you tangled your fingers in the back of Bucky's hair. When you pulled back, you pressed one last softer kiss to his lips before whispering 'I love you so fucking much, sometimes I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack'

Bucky chuckled against your lips, remembering when he said those exact words to you last night.

You reached over to put the roses on the bedside table before pulling in Steve for a kiss, pulling at his hair and at his heartstrings as you mumbled; 'And I love you...with so much of my heart, it overwhelms me sometimes...'

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rillils · 3 months

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i hate my angst loving self so much sometimes

think about a confused and not-entirely-there bucky screaming at steve, asking him why he left him there on the snow, asking why he didnt come back for him, telling him how long he waited for him to come and save him

FINE HONEY, YOU WANTED ANGST, I'LL GIVE YOU ANGST. AND I'LL CRY ABOUT IT 😭

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, tw: suicidal thoughts, very mild gore, nightmares, post-catws, angst is definitely not my thing what am i even doing here asjdhsjdh wordcount: 3815 a side note: while the language here is used in accordance with steve's profound sense of guilt, it doesn't reflect the author's personal beliefs on the matter - aka IT'S NOT HIS FAULT SKDLKS MY POOR BABY 😭😭

It always starts off quiet, like the darkened hall of a theater in the split second between the curtain opening over the stage and the actor’s first line. Silence, please. The show is about to begin.

The scenery changes sometimes, but it’s the mountains Steve sees most often in his dreams: the soulless gray of stone, and the blinding white of snow coating everything, from the peaks, to the valley, to the copse of fir trees, huddled together like children in the cold. Just like he remembers from that day in the Alps. No one knows how to torture him better than his own mind.

The wind rises sharp and icy, lifting sleets of frost with it, and a chill rolls down Steve’s spine. It’s not the cold, though.

It’s fear, congealing like a dead weight in the pit of his stomach. The show is about to begin. And he’s watched it all to the end countless times before.

“Steve?”

His head whips around, and Bucky’s right there, like he always is. A fixed point, unchanged, unmovable, his boots sinking soundlessly in the thick layer of snow beneath them.

He looks so beautiful, so oddly alive against the backdrop of his desolate place; a man at the peak of his youth, the pink of his cheeks nearly glowing next to the deep blue of his uniform, his hair combed to a movie-star shine, parted neatly to the side. It’s cruel, how perfect he is. Preserved like a cherished heirloom in Steve’s mind, never fading, never aging; a living picture, soft and rosy-cheeked. He belongs in a dance hall, in a crowded street, in the cheerful chaos of the fourth of July, in the color and noise of fireworks, in the tangle of ooh’s and aah’s under the firelit sky. He doesn’t belong here. But he’ll never leave this place.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky’s head tilts to the side, confused. “You left a long time ago.”

“Bucky,” Steve tries to say, but the name dies on his lips.

The light in Bucky’s eyes dulls to a flicker, carrying a heavy gloom over his features. He looks so sad, all of a sudden. He never looked sad when Steve was around, Steve remembers that – and Steve never learned how to make it better.

He can never make this better.

“Steve.” All the color’s draining from his cheeks, quickly, leaving only the paleness of death behind. His eyes – they pierce right through Steve, empty and cold, so cold, and Steve shudders from head to toe.

“I waited for you for so long,” Bucky’s blue lips say, with a mournful lilt Steve used to hear in his mother’s voice when she would sing to him, all those heart-twisting songs about a home she’d never see again. “Where were you?”

Something dark spreads from within across the pristine blue of Bucky’s coat, dripping slowly from his shoulder, black like ink–

blood

– smothering the rich color underneath, reaching down, down–

he fell

– down along Bucky’s arm, until it’s streaking the back of his hand–

blood, it’s blood, he fell, he’s going to fall

– pooling ruby-dark at Bucky’s fingertips.

Soon the drops will spill all over the fresh snow, staining it red, too.

“You left me here.”

Steve can’t breathe.

“Why did you leave me here, Steve?”

Steve can’t breathe.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasps, and the next breath stings in his lungs, ice-cold and merciless, “I’m so sorry, Bucky, so sorry. It’s all my fault, all my fault,” he chants, hands clawing at his own chest. But what will it help? He can’t undo this. He can never undo this. “I should have held onto you,” he sobs brokenly, and it’s strange, how he can never tell when he starts crying in his dreams, but he always feels the tears streaming down his face, real as his grief is real, clogging up his throat. “I never should have let you fall.”

Bucky steps forward, dark blood trailing behind him on the ground. Steve’s heart jolts like a spooked horse, pounding loud and fast with adrenaline.

“Why didn’t you look for me?”

He sounds so gentle. So devastatingly sad.

“Did I mean so little to you?”

Steve shakes his head, No, no, no, everything, you meant everything, always, I swear, tears flicking off the edge of his jaw to be lost in the snow-packed wind. “I t-thought you were dead,” he sobs, like he’s still curled up into the blown-up flank of that train, like he’s still got his face pressed to the ice-burn of its metal and praying for everything to end, now, before reality can reshape itself around him and tell him that Bucky is gone forever.

Something mean slithers behind Bucky’s eyes. “And you would have left my body to the wolves?” he says, his voice dangerously sharp over the moaning wind. “You didn’t think I deserved a proper burial?”

It’s snowing on the outside, but it’s inside that Steve feels ice gripping at his guts.

“You could have sent me home to my folks.”

It burns.

“To my sisters.”

It burns so bad, the shame crackling under his skin.

“At least then my family would have had a body to cry over. But it never even occurred to you, did it.”

Steve’s tongue feels glued to the roof of his mouth. “I’m so sorry,” he pushes out uselessly, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve–”

“Or did you think that I was like you?” Bucky presses on, a cruel sneer forming on his white face. “Is that it? You fooled yourself so nice, you really thought I was like you? Like poor little Stevie? With no one left in the world who would miss me? No one who would even care if I was dead or alive?” He pauses, lips curling as though a new and amusing thought only just occurred to him. “Oh. Stevie, no. Did you think you were my whole world? Are you really that pathetic?”

“No,” Steve rasps, swallowing back tears and still drowning, drowning in them, “I never thought, I never– Please, Buck, I’m so sorry–”

Bucky’s silhouette blinks in and out of sight, and when he comes back, one moment later, he’s standing right before Steve, so close he need only reach out to touch him. His sneer is gone, but the depth of hurt in his eyes slices at Steve’s heart just as sharply.

“They took me, Stevie. You left me behind and they took me. Look,” he says, showing Steve the torn flesh where his left arm used to be – it was here just a moment ago, it was, Steve could swear it, it was right here – the bloody pulp of it, a frayed shard of white bone jutting out through the ripped muscle, sickening. His mouth, when Steve can finally look back, is curled back to show his teeth, the smile almost kind if it didn’t feel like a knife tearing at Steve’s own flesh. “This is all your doing. Isn’t it pretty?” Bucky tells him sweetly. “Tell me it’s pretty, Steve. Tell me it’s pretty.”

Without warning, Bucky’s hand darts up to clamp around Steve’s chin, gripping his face viciously. His touch is like ice, searing painfully into Steve’s skin, and Steve staggers in place, helpless but to look right into Bucky’s wide, desperate eyes.

“I was so scared,” Bucky whispers, hot tears spilling over his deathly pale cheeks. “I was locked in that place for so long, I couldn’t tell day from night anymore. It was so cold, and I was so alone, so alone without you, Stevie.”

His fingernails claw into Steve’s skin until they’re drawing blood, and Steve can only sob, can only take it, can only hope this will sate the hollowness he sees in Bucky’s eyes, if only for an instant. But it won’t, he knows it won’t. It never does.

If he could kneel at Bucky’s feet and beg for his forgiveness, keep him warm with the heat of his own tears, wash the blood away–

“I thought I was going to die. Every time they dragged me back to that table, I would tell myself, this is it. This is how it’s going to end,” Bucky tells him gently, nodding his head. “Sometimes, I even thought I should end it myself, before they could. But do you know what the worst part was? I didn’t die. No matter how bad I wanted it, none of the stuff they put me through ever did it. Hope kept me alive,” he snarls, soft through his bloodied smile. “That was my curse. I believed in you. I thought you would find me, save me. I told them you would come for me, and they laughed in my face, Stevie! They knew better.”

The sound that spills from Bucky’s mouth is the twisted, poisoned imitation of a laugh, emptied of all feeling, sharp like fingernails scraped across a blackboard.

“Don’t say that,” Steve whimpers, shaking his head, “please, don’t say that, no.” And he’d cover his ears if he could, lock that ugly truth out of his mind forever, but no muscle in his body will move until Bucky’s done with him.

“Do you know what happened then, Steve? You do know, don’t you?” Bucky asks, thrusting his face into Steve’s until only mere inches separate the tips of their noses – his eyes staring into Steve’s, a creeping echo of insanity gleaming from their depths. “They took my arm first, and then they took everything else.”

Hell. This is Hell.

“Because of you.”

This is what true torment looks like. No fire and brimstone, no howling souls of the damned, no blazing hail raining down upon him.

“It was always because of you.”

Just him and Bucky’s ghost, and a winter that never thaws.

“Bucky...”

The snowstorm rises against him with violence, angry, roaring in Steve’s ears, spreading frost over his chest, his arms, his bare face, freezing the tears caught in his eyelashes. Quiet, it demands. Don’t you speak to me. You have no right to speak to me.

But the yawning hole in Steve’s chest won’t stop screaming at him, starved for forgiveness, for a respite, for a mercy he never earned.

“Please, Buck... please...”

Bucky’s hand guides him down, pushing him to his knees. He crouches over Steve, gaze locked with his, heedless of the blood dripping dark and thick between his fingers; leaning in like he’s about to share a secret.

“I held out until I just couldn’t anymore. I tried to be strong, for you,” Bucky says in a harsh whisper. “But you never came.” His face, twisted by grief, wet with new tears. Steve cups it in his palms, but it’s no use: he can’t soothe this hurt. It’s too late now.

“Bucky, Bucky, sweetheart, forgive me– please, forgive me...”

Bucky’s grip on him relents; his fingers smear red over Steve’s cheek, four bloody streaks, and he strokes his knuckles over them, unbearably gentle.

“I waited for you for so long,” he says, mournful. His face is as cold as ice between Steve’s hands, stinging, burning. “Why didn’t you look for me?”

It hurts, it hurts so bad, so deep inside Steve’s heart.

“Why didn’t you look for me?”

The wind surges up around them, rattling Steve’s bones from within. The snow’s soaking into his pants, swallowing up his knees, colder, colder, the blizzard’s smothering him, blinding him, only Bucky’s eyes bright in his vision, crying, accusing, screaming, screaming, screaming–

“WHY DIDN’T YOU LOOK FOR ME?”

Steve jerked awake in the darkness, gasping for breath, a handful of sheets clutched dangerously tight in his fist. He barely even registered the soft, alarmed noise coming from the other side of the bed.

“Steve? It’s all right, you’re safe now.”

His eyes scoured the dark bedroom frantically, fighting through the chilling veil of ice still creeping at the edge of his vision. His heart hammered loud like thunder in his ears, pulsing so wildly in his throat, he thought for a moment that it would burst out of his body.

“Steve.”

Where was he?

The mountains–

“It was just a dream. You’re safe now, I promise. You’re home.”

His gaze focused on the only source of light: the faint glow filtering in through the blinds, the familiar orange hue of the street lights in their neighborhood, casting a striped pattern on the floor. A rug, there was a rug there – and a pair of slippers flicked just a bit too far from the bed.

“Come back to me, baby.”

The crumpled lumps of two discarded socks, that never made it to the hamper – oh, Bucky hated it when he did that.

“Sweetheart, can you look at me?”

A flicker of white–

– snow–

– Alpine, uncurling from her favorite spot and slipping soundlessly out of the room.

“Can you look at me? Steve.”

He turned his head towards the sound, staring wide-eyed into the shadows until finally, the outline of Bucky’s body emerged, sitting only an arm’s length away from him.

“That’s it, that’s good, Stevie.”

There was kindness in his voice, but his brow was creased with worry. His torso was half-twisted towards Steve, his body poised as though ready to reach out for him, but Bucky hadn’t touched him yet. Good, that was good. No. It hurt. That hurt.

Steve swallowed.

“Breathe with me, sweetheart. Can you do that? For me? Slow and easy, c’mon, with me.”

It was only then that Steve became aware of his own heavy breaths, the harsh sound of which filled up the room, gasp after gasp. He let go of the sheets and lay his hand on his own chest, where he could feel his pounding heartbeat, and tried to match Bucky’s calm, measured breathing as best as he could. He thought he was going to throw up.

“That’s it, just like that,” Bucky encouraged him.

Bucky–

Something flashed before Steve’s eyes; a fragment of a pale white face, with sneering lips and blood-stained teeth, taunting him with its cruel laughter.

You left me behind and they took me.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream, it wasn’t real.”

Bucky shifted minutely on the bed, and a fleck of light caught the metal plates of his arm, a silver gleam darting quickly in the night.

Steve’s chin trembled. His throat closed up.

They took my arm first, and then they took everything else.

The tears came back before he could stop them, gathering hotly behind his eyes, pressing urgently to spill over.

“Bucky,” he choked out, and in the next moment he was crawling into Bucky’s open arms, curling his shaking body into Bucky’s sturdy frame. Bucky cradled him close, rubbing a soothing hand between Steve’s shoulder blades as Steve sobbed freely, pouring all of his anguish in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“W-when you fell,” Steve stammered pitifully, clutching at the back of Bucky’s t-shirt with the desperation of a drowning man, “I should have come looking for you, I should’ve been there, should’ve– should’ve brought you back, I–”

“No, no, Steve,” Bucky rumbled, rocking him gently in his arms, “don’t do this to yourself. Please, baby, I’m begging you.”

Steve shook his head no, hiding himself deeper into the nook offered by Bucky’s neck, just beneath the hinge of his jaw. His chest felt too tight, too full – like a balloon filled with water and straining to contain it, the paper-thin skin tense to the point of bursting.

“I should have come for you, they – they never would have taken you, I wouldn’t have let them,” he stumbled on helplessly, “I would have died first! God, I would’ve... I would have died first, I swear, Buck, I swear...”

Bucky stroked his hand over Steve’s hair, kissing the spot above the shell of his ear, dark with cold sweat. Steve felt the dampness of it across his whole body, under the clinging cotton of his pyjamas, the unpleasant moisture cooling on his skin and leaving him to shudder in Bucky’s embrace.

“Look at me,” Bucky called softly. It was a simple request, laced with just the same gentleness Bucky would use sometimes to coax Alpine into his arms, but still Steve felt panic pool in his stomach.

He couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to look Bucky in the eye, not like this. Not when the truth – Because of you. It was always because of you. – was out at last.

What a scam he was. A whole lifetime spent preaching bravery, and the one time it truly mattered, he couldn’t even be brave enough to face the consequences of his own mistakes.

Please, don’t hate me, he sobbed silently against Bucky’s neck. You should. You have every right to. But please... please...

“Sweetheart, please, look at me.”

It took more strength than Steve had ever even known he possessed, but slowly, hesitantly, he let himself be pulled out of his hiding spot, and lifted his gaze to meet Bucky’s, if only for a fleeting moment.

Bucky’s flesh hand reached up to cup his jaw, working his thumb tenderly over Steve’s skin to wipe his tears away – a sweet, but fruitless endeavor, as more salty tears rolled down Steve’s cheeks, relentless.

“The truth is, neither of us could have known I would survive that fall,” Bucky said.

Steve shook his head, his eyes screwed shut against the flood of fresh tears. “I should’ve tried anyway, I should have come to you. I should have been there with you.”

Bucky grasped him by the arms, barely squeezing at all. The force wasn’t in his touch; it was in his voice, quiet to match the nighttime gloom, but firm nonetheless.

“What if they had taken you, too? What if they’d made you like me, what then?” he said, an edge of desperation coloring his voice, as if he couldn’t bear the very thought. “Do you think you could have lived with yourself, if you’d woken up one day to find that you had the blood of innocents on your hands?”

Steve’s head snapped up then, heat flashing fiercely in his chest. “What would I have cared, when you were there with me!” he cried out, panting heavily in the wake of that outburst.

Perhaps he couldn’t call this bravery; but when Steve could breathe again, their eyes finally met again.

If he’d feared he would see hate, or disdain, or resentment looking back at him, he didn’t find any of those. What he did find instead, staring at him from Bucky’s ever-familiar face, was the stubborn mark of love, shimmering brightly in Bucky’s eyes.

“Of course you would have cared,” Bucky whispered fiercely, cradling Steve’s face in both of his hands. “It would have killed you, and it would have killed me too. I could have never, ever forgiven myself, if they’d gotten their filthy hands on you because of me.”

His voice wavered, heavy with the weight of unshed tears. Steve could see the glossy sheen of them, threatening to spill over Bucky’s cheeks any second now, and felt his own heart split in two at the sight.

“Bucky,” he rasped, wetly, clasping Bucky’s wrists with his own hands to hold onto them, turning his face into those beloved palms to kiss them helplessly, one and then the other. Bucky never stopped holding him.

“Listen to me,” he said urgently, “listen to me now. We can’t change the past. We can’t, Steve.” A new sob ripped itself painfully from Steve’s throat, one he couldn’t have helped if he wanted to. “We can’t. It’s done, it’s there, we can’t take it back. And God, do I wish we could, believe me. But I want you to hear me when I say this: I am so grateful for what we have now. In the present. Our present.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath that rippled through his whole frame, as he openly struggled to keep his words clear and his voice steady. He was always the braver one, Steve thought, thrusting one of his hands out to grab a fistful of Bucky’s t-shirt, right over his breastbone.

“Steve. God, could you have ever dreamed that we could have this? I never even dared to hope for something like it, not even on my best days.”

He paused. Steve clung to him, his chest tight with emotion.

“The way we got here... Would I have chosen that? If I’d been given a choice, would I have wanted it to happen like that? No, of course not,” Bucky continued. “But if you asked me now, would I do it all over again, just for a chance to be here with you? I would say yes.” Steve whimpered, shaking his head, tears rolling down his face; but Bucky held him firmly, looking him right in the eye and nodding just as stubbornly, a watery smile on his lips. “Yes, Steve. Yes. A million times yes.”

He broke at last, and Steve lost what little control he had of himself. He tugged Bucky forward by his shirt and threw his arms around him, crushing their bodies together as if his life depended on it. Bucky returned the embrace with that same urgency, holding him tight as Steve muffled his sobs against Bucky’s shoulder, and buried his face in Steve’s hair in return.

The pinprick-like sensation of Bucky’s tears wetting his skin, as Bucky trembled quietly against him, felt like a bruise to Steve’s naked heart.

“Forgive me,” he begged, and he couldn’t have said what it was that he was seeking forgiveness for: if the pain he had caused Bucky now, or the one he couldn’t prevent so long ago.

“There is nothing to forgive,” Bucky murmured in his ear, his voice thick. “But I’ll say it, if you need to hear it.”

“Please,” Steve whimpered.

Bucky hugged him impossibly closer. “I forgive you. Always, sweetheart.”

The tightness within Steve’s chest unraveled, and in that moment, he breathed anew. Relief washed over him – and he cried, and cried, like a person cries when they’re gifted with kindness for the first time in a very, very long time, he cried until he thought he’d exhausted all his tears.

Bucky laid them both back against his pillow, chest to chest, shushing Steve’s hiccupping breaths with whispers of sweet nothings, never once letting him go.

“All that’s left to do now,” he said softly then, pressing a kiss to Steve’s brow, “is for you to forgive yourself.”

Steve burrowed deeper into his warmth, spent.

It would take a long time for that, and a tough, strenuous walk on the tortuous path towards that healing place. In the meantime, though, he could wrap himself into the safety of Bucky’s arms, and slip into a dreamless sleep for once.

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steevbuckk · 5 months

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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 58/100

You and a Test of Will by @sergeantscarlett

[Modern AU, 72 489 words, Explicit]

Summary:

Bucky Barnes suffered from depression before he joined the army, and when he came back, he suffered tenfold. Steve Rogers painted his nightmares and didn't talk about how he lost his leg. Natasha believed it was possible -- just maybe -- that broken people could help heal one another.

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riricitaa · 7 months

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Anonymous asked: I'm in love with your work especially the forbidden love sets between attorney rogers and rival client barnes, (andy×max), which I'd like to imagine it won't end well and I am an angst lover so can we get a break-up please ? No pressure of course!! Keep up your amazing work mate.

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buckystevelove · 1 year

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Family Day Out

Family is everything

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

A/N: Sorry I have been so absent, my life has been so chaotic.

I will try to post more often.

Summary: This story is about a domestic and fluffy day in the life of the Rogers-Barnes family.

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You woke up to the sound of little footsteps approaching your bedroom door. You opened your eyes to see Aurora, your and Bucky's daughter, standing at the door with a wide grin on her face. "Good morning, mommy!" she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes.

"Good morning, sweetie," you said, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's time to wake up, silly!" Aurora giggled.

You chuckled and scooped her up into your arms, carrying her back to her bedroom. Bucky was already up, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. "Good morning," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning, doll," he replied, grinning at you. "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty well, all things considered," you said, smiling at him. "What's on the agenda for today?"

Bucky took a sip of his coffee before replying. "I was thinking we could take the girls to the park. It's a nice day outside, and I know Aurora would love to play on the swings."

"That sounds like a great idea," you said, nodding in agreement.

Audrey, Steve's daughter, came bounding into the kitchen, her blonde hair bouncing behind her. "Morning, guys!" she said, grinning at all of you.

"Good morning, Audrey," Bucky said, ruffling her hair.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Audrey asked, hopping up onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter.

"We were thinking of taking you and Aurora to the park," you said, smiling at her.

"Yay!" Audrey exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I love going to the park!"

Bucky finished his coffee, and the four of you got ready to head out. Aurora put on her favorite dress, a blue and white sundress that twirled around her legs when she spun. Audrey opted for shorts and a t-shirt, and the two of them looked like polar opposites.

Once you arrived at the park, Bucky lifted Aurora onto the swings, pushing her gently back and forth. Audrey was already off exploring the playground, climbing up the slides and running around with the other kids.

You sat down on a nearby bench, enjoying the warm sunshine on your skin. "It's nice to just sit and relax for a bit," you said to Bucky.

"Yeah, it is," he said, watching Aurora swing higher and higher. "I love being able to do stuff like this with her. It's something I never thought I'd have."

"Well, now you do," you said, smiling at him. "And you're an amazing dad."

Bucky's cheeks turned a little pink, and he leaned over to give you a kiss. "Thanks, doll," he said, grinning at you.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing on the swings, exploring the playground, and having a picnic lunch on a nearby blanket. As the sun began to set, you all headed back to the car, tired but happy.

As you drove home, Aurora and Audrey chatted excitedly about all the fun they'd had at the park. Bucky reached over and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

"I love you too," you replied, smiling at him.

You all arrived back at the house, and the girls headed up to their bedrooms to get ready for bed. Bucky helped Aurora into her pajamas, while Steve did the same for Audrey. Once they were both tucked in, you and Bucky sat down on the couch, snuggled up together

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bucksangel · 9 months

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It's mortifying to be the one who remembers - Ryan O'Connell

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve x bucky #stevebucky #stucky #stucky imagine #stucky edit #stucky angst #stevebucky imagine #stevebucky edit #my edit #𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪 #angel’s top hits #my stuff

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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I have been having a really tough mental health patch and I would love it if you can write on the reader is anxious and sad. Her daddy and papa help her as much as they

Hi there love! 💜

i'm really sorry to hear it, babe. I hope you'll find something who'll help you get better ❤️

I hope you like how i tuned it <3

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Warnings ; angst, sad, upset,

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : ⤴️⤴️

A/N : I’m so sorry for not posting the last four days. I had to organise my birthday and I have a lot of homework to do so I tried my best. Thank you for being understanding ♥️

If you had a hard day, I hope it can make you feel better lovers <3 Enjoy!

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You look down at your feet as the water fall down your body. You thought the warm water running down your body would make you feel better but apparently not. You don’t know what is happening but it’s happening. The whole day was just so stressful. You were anxious about small things you usually don’t pay attention at all.

You wanted to relax with a good and hot shower but even this isn’t working today. Nothing work today. It’s one of these days where you just hoped you had stayed in bed in the morning and where you hope you would still be in it in the end of the day.

You slide your hands in your hair and exhale deeply, you let the water falling down your face making you hold your breath to exhale seconds later. Even moving seems to much right now. You let your back falling against the wall of the shower and just stay there

You don’t want to move, you feel good there and it’s the first time since the beginning of your day you feel that way

After minutes of letting your eyes close you decide to get out of the shower to just go lay yourself on the couch with a comfy blanket on top of you.

You quickly dry yourself and step into comfy clothes- your Daddy’s shirt and Papa’s pants. You close the window of the bathroom and get out. The change of temperature between the bathroom and the rest of the house make you shiver. You grab a blanket who was on your bed and go downstairs

You sigh and groan when your back hits the comfy couch. You let all the light of the house out so it’s just the light of the outside world who disappears slowly who is illuminating the house. You curled into a bowl and wrap the blanket around you to warmth you up a little. Even after a warm shower you are still cold. It’s probably the exhaustion who plays a lot in this

The front door opening make you groan at the annoying noise. You hear footsteps and quiet voices who get louder as they keep their walk toward where you are

‘’Tomorrow we need to be there at 7am, right ?’’ Bucky asks. To be honest he wasn’t really paying attention on what Tony was saying because he couldn’t get out of his mind how you were by message. You weren’t yourself and he immediately noticed it. He didn’t want to push you at talking to him so he just lets it slide but it doesn’t mean it get out of his mind.

‘’Yes Bucky’’ Steve sighs knowing his husband didn’t listen anything ‘’it’s at 7am’’ he says hiding his smirk.

Bucky never really listen except if it come to you or Steve, that’s why Steve doesn’t like when they have a meeting and he isn’t here. Usually he takes the information and repeats it to Bucky at least a hundred times so when it’s just Bucky at the meeting he needs to ask Tony to be sure

It always make you laugh when you see Steve on the phone or asking Bucky every time if he’s sure that the information are right or if he isn’t lying because he doesn’t know what was said. It’s funny because your Papa is all stressed out when your Daddy plays with him like this

Bucky nods and makes his way further in the house. He walks in the living room and sees your feet sticking out of the couch making him smile and shakes his head.

He walks toward you and sits on one of the armrest of the couch where your head is resting. He moves your hair away from your face with his fingers and stares down at you

You look so tired, so exhausted. His eyes travel around your features, your sweet lips where your breath is getting out, your rosy cheeks who are caressing by your Daddy's fingers, your beautiful and big eyes who are looking right at him

He tilts his head "i thought you were sleeping. I'm sorry if I woke you up, babydoll" You shake your head "don seepy" you mumble getting comfortable again "i awate"

He smiles down at you as he keeps caressing your cheek. He kneels down beside your head and kisses your forehead "it's okay to feel sleepy, little one. I'm very sleepy too"

You shake your head again "i not seepy" you insist and he nods "alright, I believe you" he says so you would calm down "do you want to tell me what is wrong then ?"

You shurg and close your eyes again. Bucky takes the time to looks at your face and changes his gaze to your feet. He quietly sighs when he sees you shaking one of them.

He knows you like he never ever knews someone. Every time you feel anxious about something you act as if you were tired. Every time you're stressing out about something you shake a part of your body, your leg, your feet, both of your legs or your fingers. He knows every body languages you have and he notices them in less than a second every time they come out.

he gets up and looks at Steve who is still texting Tony at the entrance of the house. Bucky clears his throat loud enough to get Steve's attention and he looks up from his phone with an eyebrow raised. Bucky nods at you and Steve walks to you both. He looks down at you but frowns deeper as he doesn't understand what is happening with you

Bucky rolls his eyes and nods at your foot who are still bouncing. Your Papa inhales and nods his head to say he finally understood. He then touches your forehead but doesn't feel it hot or anything. He looks up at Bucky who simply shakes his head and with that shake of head and the look in his eyes, Steve knows what is happening

Of course not in details but he at least knows one thing. He knows you aren't tired nor sick

He bends over and brings his lips to your ear "do you want to eat something, sweetie ?" he gently asks. One thing who always make you feel better is food. You turn your head to him and shake your head "don wanna move" you whisper

"what do you need ? Or want, Baby ?"

"Cuddles" you shyly say and they both smile down at you and nod "alright, sweetness. We'll cuddle but only if you promise to smile. You know we hate it when you don't feel good" Steve teased pressing his lips against your cheek. You nod your head and feel them moving

Bucky goes to your legs and Steve goes to your face. Your Papa is the first one sitting down and he helps you resting your head on his laps. Once you're comfy, Bucky lifts your legs and rests your feet on his laps

Your Papa puts a cartoon on the tv, one who usally doesn't make you all energic and you grab your Papa's hand after a moment. He feels you squeeze it and moving it around making him frown. He slides the fingers of his other hand on your hair "are you sure you're okay ?" he whispers getting Bucky's attention

You nod your head but your nod starts to change into a shake after some times, your lips start trembling and your eyes are watering "hey baby" Your Daddy says and comes closer to you "what's wrong, beautiful ?" he gently asks as Steve squeezes your hand

You just keep shaking your head and you soon feel tears falling down your cheeks. You sob and your Papa sits you down on his laps instead of being laying. You hide your face in his neck and keep sobbing while your daddies shush you. Your Daddy strokes your legs and feet while your Papa strokes your head.

"why don't we go upstairs in our bed ? It'll be more comfy, don't you think ?" Your Papa asks and you nod while sniffing. Steve stands up and lifts you up to rest you on his hip. You curl yourself against him and hide your face in his neck.

You feel your Daddy behind you and as your Papa walks up the staires, your Daddy grabs your feet and gently strokes them. You curl your toes and squeeze your Papa's neck at the attention.

Once they're in the bedroom, they don't lose a time and rush toward the big king size bed. They lie you down and quickly slide themselves under the cover after all the lights are out. Your Daddy lifts up your shirt immediatly and starts stroking your belly, knowing it's something who make you feel good and relax

"you had a hard day ?" Your Papa asks stroking your arms and hands. You close your eyes and nod before sniffing for the last time. "You're safe here, you're in a place where all your worries stay at the door, you're in a place where you can lay on us anytime. You don't have to hide how you're feeling from us, you don't have to be ashamed about what you're feeling at home. We won't be mad and we won't ever laugh at you because you feel low or anything else" Bucky whispers as his fingers travel in your belly

You open your eyes and looks up at your Daddy. He smiles down at you and nods "it's the truth, baby. You're allowed to have feelings, whatever they are" You look at your Papa who nods as well.

You start to nod too at the same time as them making them laugh at how adorable your are when you're shy around them.

"Do not," Your Daddy kisses your lower belly "worry,' he kisses up your belly making you giggle "about" he kisses the right side of your belly "grown up" he kisses the other side making you squirm "things" he finishes with a blow on top of your belly button making you giggle harder

You push his head away with a shy grin and look away when he looks down at you with a smirk. He rests his hand back on your belly and starts to travel them around all over again. Steve smiled at his two lovers the whole time, his eyes fall down on you and they soften when he sees you looking up at him. He kisses the tip of your nose gently making you smile "our beautiful little girl" he whispers

You close your eyes again with a little smile against your lips, you finally feel better. All the stress and the anxiety of the day is behind you now that your Daddies throw it away. They always make sure you feel safe and good when you're home and they tries their best to make you feel safe and comfortable outside of the house too.

They're the best. They're everything you need and everything you ever wanted and everything you never thought you'll have one day

But here you are, in their arms, in their bed, under their kisses and love

"sleep, baby. You need it" Your Daddy says kissing your cheek "don't worry. We'll be here when you'll be asleep and when you'll wake up tomorrow morning" Steve adds kissing your forehead

Little did they know, you are in dreamland since a long time

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rogerswifesblog · 9 months

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A new series coming soon!:) this time a Stucky series!:

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The devil I desire

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Pairing: Silverfox!Steve Rogers x college!student!Bucky Barnes

Series warinings: cheating, smut, angst, (more coming soon)

[Chapter 1 ] [chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Series summary:

Bucky is a young college student enjoying an evening in a club. For the past twenty minutes he caught the eye of an incredibly handsome man. His hair had a few silver strands, even some in his beard that was neatly trimmed, surrounding those plump rosy lips…

Maybe Bucky was already simping, sure. But who wouldn’t? This dude was hot. And he’d love to get to know him. Maybe not only for tonight.

Steve is a cheating bastard, married to a beautiful woman and having two kids-but he doesn’t love his wife. He never did. He thought he did, but it was never…real. Years ago he had realized he liked men.

And since then he started exploring his sexuality. Whenever he was home alone or he had to go on a business trip or…just had the opportunity.

Just like today. Peggy was with the kids visiting her parents, but Steve stayed behind with the excuse of needing to work.

Yet he had no work. He just wanted to go out and get a good fuck.

And there he was. A young man with luscious hair, bright eyes that were sparkling up at him, slightly swollen and red lips from how often he had but them while staring at Steve. He knew he’d take him home tonight. Just for tonight.

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A/N: I hope you like this idea and are excited for what’ll be happening in the story! The moodboard is about the series and its ‘vibe’:)

Thank you @jamneuromain with the details!^^

Taglist? If yes, please be active by leaving feedback and reblogging and let me know!:)

Flood my inbox if you have any questions or thoots!❤️

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lavenderpanic · 3 months

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I AM ASH FROM YOUR FIRE PREQUEL

I'm so so excited to share the first chapter of You'll Me Made Of Ashes, Too, the prequel to I Am Ash From Your Fire. If you've ever wondered how Brock and Bucky got together (and how exactly innocent, naïve Bucky became the man he is in I Am Ash From Your Fire), make sure to check out You'll Be Made Of Ashes, Too!

#tons of angst and whump etc. etc.#also hehe watch out for a new chapter of iaafyf tomorrow morninggggg #bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers #stevebucky #fanfiction #captain america #marvel fanfiction #catws #i am ash from your fire #bucky barnes fanfiction #iaafyf #you'll be made of ashes too #ao3 #winterbones #brock rumlow #winterbones fanfiction

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vesen-art · 1 year

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poppy field (art for friends fic where Steve jump after Bucky and they both wake up in the afterlife poppy field) (2021)

#stevebucky #angst #steve rogers #Bucky Barnes #catfa #fanart #my art #stucky

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questionableratatouille00 · 3 months

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ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʜᴜʀʀʏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ (ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ)

Pairing: Stucky

Summary: Steve remembers all the times he couldn’t breathe.

Warnings: Major Character Death, angst, illness, PTSD, let me know if anything else needs to be tagged.

Note: this is for my ‘Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes’ square on my @marvel-smash-bingo card!

It felt like he couldn’t breathe. When Bucky had been captured. Taken.

And as he stormed the Nazi base, when Bucky wasn’t with the other soldiers, that feeling only intensified.

Part of him wished Bucky was dead. It was wrong, and he knew it. But he still hoped. He hoped that they’d just shot him, and he fell, and he died. Just like that. Gone. No pain, maybe didn’t even know it.

He hoped that Bucky had left him. Quickly.

Steve had no family left. Well, that’s not exactly true. He had Bucky, and Bucky’s family. But did that really count?

He had Bucky, Bucky’s little sister Rebecca, Bucky’s mother Winifred, and even Bucky’s asshole of a father, George. Well, George was only an ass sometimes. Sometimes he was a wonderful person and a true role model, but he wasn’t exactly the greatest. He could be violent, on occasion.

Not violent like Steve’s on father was before he left, but George Barnes wasn’t shy about beating his children as a punishment.

But it was hard. It was hard, when he got back from that awful HYDRA base. HYDRA, they called themselves. Nazis.

It was hard, when he and Bucky shared a cabin. It wasn’t even really a cabin, but it wasn’t a tent either. It had just enough room for two cots. It was by no means large, and Steve was by no means small. Not anymore.

He could see the look in Bucky’s eyes, the longing, the fear. He was safe now, he was rescued. But the battle wasn’t over. And Steve could tell by that very look in his eyes meant that the battle would never really be over. Not for Bucky.

He’d known about shell-shocked soldiers returning from war. He knew one, even. Mr. Raynor.

The man was older, and lived not too far from Steve. Steve and Bucky, really, considering how much time Bucky spent there and how he even paid most of the rent.

Mr. Raynor lived alone. No family, no wife, no children. Neighbors would bring him food, sometimes, when they could spare it. He became a social outcast, not unlike Steve.

Steve never really interacted with the man, but he knew that the man wasn’t some kind of freak like some of his neighbors seemed to think. Steve didn’t have any real conversations with him, but he’d seen him in passing. He’d seen the look in his eyes.

And he saw that same look in Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes as they stared at him.

“You don’t look like you,” Bucky told him.

“..I am, though. I am me.” Steve said awkwardly. He didn’t know what to say to that.

“I guess.” Bucky answered back.

That had left Steve feeling worse than he already had been.

He met with Colonel Phillips, got thanked and yelled at at the same time, and then walked right back to his cabin. To Bucky.

He was lying down. He laid on his side, facing the entrance as best he could from the placement of his cot. The two cots were on other side of the entrance, and there was about a foot of room between the ends of the cots and the back wall.

“I can’t lay on my back anymore,” Bucky confessed.

“No?” Steve sat on his cot, pulling off his boots.

“Makes me see things. Things that aren’t there. But they used to be. I remember them.” Bucky wasn’t looking at Steve. He was looking down, so his eyelids looked almost closed. Closed, like his eyes would’ve been in a casket if Steve hadn’t been there when he was.

Steve had no idea what Bucky meant. But he had a feeling the way his brain seemed to be scrambled had something to do with the Nazis that had tortured him.

“I want to go home.” Bucky said suddenly, looking up at Steve.

“I know.” Steve frowned.

“I didn’t wanna come in the first place. But they don’t want me to go, and I can’t leave you. I can’t.” Bucky seemed to be getting distressed.

“You don’t have to. I’m right here. We’re together. And we’re—we’ll make it home. Together.” Steve vowed. Bucky’s eyes watered.

“I just wanna see my ma.” Steve’s heart shattered at the words.

“I know you do. And you will. I’m going to get you home.” Steve promised. You. Not us, his mind reminded him bitterly. Steve couldn’t just leave. Not now. Not when he was basically property of the government and still had a few shows to do. Not when he’s stuck in the army, in the war, in the middle of the one thing that could tear him and Bucky apart any day.

It was clear Bucky was trying to hold in his sobs.

Steve stood, in his undershirt and more comfortable pants, and walked towards his closest friend.

Changing in front of Bucky wasn’t weird. They knew each other well, they were both grown adult men and were in the army. Stuff like that didn’t matter anymore.

Bucky reached for him, and Steve crawled into his cot with him. They barely fit, and Steve was worried that if he moved a bit too much the whole thing would collapse under them.

He took Bucky in his arms.

“You’re warm.” Bucky murmured.

Sharing a bed wasn’t weird for them either. For other men, sharing a bed was a strange thing when it wasn’t necessary. But Bucky and Steve weren’t like most of the other soldiers.

When Steve was smaller, Bucky would share his bed to keep him warm on cold winter nights. It worked for them.

“Yeah.” Steve whispered back.

“I’m scared. M’not..not like I used to be. Nothing is. You aren’t. I’m not. The world isn’t.” Bucky’s brows were furrowed.

“I am too,” Steve breathed. Bucky was right. He would forever be different. And Steve would be, too. He wasn’t smaller. He wasn’t sick, he wasn’t even sure if he smelled the same for Christ’s sake.

The world, obviously, had changed. The war, the fact that they went from Brooklyn to Europe, how instead of candy shops and apartments, life had changed to trenches and gunfire.

Nothing was the same. Not like it had been.

“Remember our first day of school? Back when we were younger?” Steve asked suddenly.

“Kind of?” Bucky replied.

Steve remembered. He had been terrified. He couldn’t do a whole lot due to his various ailments, but being the smallest kid in his class didn’t exactly make it better. Making friends was hard. He couldn’t play the sports with the other boys. He obviously didn’t fit in with the girls.

But he did fit in with Bucky. And that was enough.

“C’mon, Stevie. It won’t be scary. I promise.” A very young Bucky had assured him. His mother had given him a similar reassurance that morning, but his nerves weren’t that easy to be convinced.

Bucky was a year older. They wouldn’t be in the same class, and that scared Steve to death.

“You promised me you’d get me through the day and back home, safe and sound.” Steve murmured against Bucky’s hair. “I’m gonna do the same.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” Steve swore.

“Fuck!” Steve gasped as he climbed on the outside of the train. Bucky was fine. He was going to go home.

“I just wanna see my ma.”

“Grab my hand!” He shouted, clutching the bar on the side of the train.

Bucky was holding on to an identical one, and he reached for Steve. Their fingers brushed.

And then Bucky jolted. He was falling. He was right there, and Steve had almost had him, and then he was falling, falling, falling.

It felt like time was moving slowly, as cliche as it sounds. He heard Bucky scream. Bucky was leaving him. Steve had lived through so many winters, had survived so many illnesses, just to stay with Bucky. To not leave him. He’d risked his life getting that serum just so he could be with Bucky. He’d lived through war just to be with Bucky. To not leave him.

But here they both were. And Bucky was leaving him.

Please, God, he begged. Let him die. Let him die quickly. Steve couldn’t breathe.

He hoped Bucky would fall and hit his head and that would be it.

He could only imagine Bucky, lying cold and half-dead in the snow for several agonizing hours.

But the train kept moving. Breathless sobs wracked his body. He couldn’t breathe. Fuck, he couldn’t breathe. Not without Bucky.

“Steve?” He knew that voice. He spun around, watching the one person he could never lose begin to fall to the ground.

Bucky’s legs, the legs that had carried him all his life, began to turn to ash. The ash went up his torso, up his chest, up his face. Until he was nothing.

Steve raced towards the pile of dust that was once his beloved.

He grazed his hand over it. He would scream, cry, punch the ground if he could. But he couldn’t breathe. That same breathless feeling that had been with him throughout his entire life—whether he was sick in bed or on a train in the Alps—filled his body again. He clutched at his heart, wondering when it would stop working due to his lack of oxygen. But it never did.

And that made the whole ordeal even worse. He couldn’t breathe.

A/n: thank you for reading! Dividers by @saradika-graphics.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x steve rogers #stevebucky #stucky #steve rogers #steve bucky #steve and bucky #bucky and steve #Angst #marvelsmashbingo

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