#mafia!steve x reader

[biteofcherry]

Does mafia!Steve's Reader ever get jealous? Maybe there's a businesswoman or mafia related one that Steve has to have meetings with and reader gets jealous?

Nesting

Not an inch away

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings for the part below: some angst; soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; arranged/forced relationship;

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You shouldn't care. You really shouldn't, you tell yourself as you watch Steve open the restaurant door for that other woman to enter.

A woman that looks stunning in a body-clinging white dress and killer heels, not a single thing out of place in her confident persona.

She tilts her head and smiles at Steve, who reciprocates with one of his most charming smiles - one that gets you weak in the knees when he flashes it at you.

He told you he'd be home late because he has boring business meetings to attend to, so you talked your bodyguards slash enablers - Natasha and Yelena - to go to the movies and for some greasy food afterwards.

It's pure coincidence that the spot you picked for your snacking was opposite of a fancy restaurant to which Steve took this woman.

You know plenty of women have successful businesses, but you don't think a mob boss of Steve's caliber would actually do any business with one of them. In a romantic restaurant at that.

Natasha's face is perfectly impassive at the sight, but Yelena cringes as if she feels bad for you for seeing this.

You tell yourself that it shouldn't matter. This whole arrangement, one practically forced upon you after Steve found out about your pregnancy, is one you wanted out of at first, right?

The elegant, shiny ring on your finger, which you grew to love and often looked at with a fond smile, now reminded you of the cage Steve trapped you in. Gold, pretty cage.

With how intense and dotting Steve was, you actually believed the cage could become a warm house, with a faithful, loving husband.

Seemed you were going to become a cliche, instead. A wife to produce heirs to a mafia king, while he fucked around with whomever he desired.

Perhaps you should walk into the restaurant, make a scene, throw a drink in Steve's face. Throw it at that woman's white dress.

But you only clench your hands on the paper bag with takeout you bought to eat at home (your pregnancy is turning you into a bottomless pit). You straighten your back and keep your head up high as you march to the car and get inside, Natasha and Yelena slipping inside soundlessly.

Yelena tries to say something, explain Steve's actions, but you tell her you're not interested.

"I don't care." You announce as coldly as you can, quite proud that your voice doesn't crack with how hurt you feel inside.

At home you devour your food. And some chocolate muffins that you baked in the morning. Each bite as delicious as heavy, your stomach revolting with the bitter jealousy and anger at the thought of what Steve was up to.

Are they having a romantic dinner and smiling at each other across the table? Is he sliding his hand up her thigh and under her dress? Does he make her come silently in front of all the patrons?

Will he take her to a hotel room, or one of his apartments that he owns all around the city, and fuck her into a screaming mess?

Will he fuck her better than he did you last night... yanking a fistful of your hair as he wrecked you into a dripping mess and praised you, A good little wife, taking all of me so well.

Ripping apart another muffin, you decide on your next step. You know running away wouldn't work. For one, you have two guards, who may be friendly, but still were loyal to Steve and what he said triumphed over whatever you wanted.

Secondly, even if you managed to slip out, Steve would find you. And he'd drag you back into the cage and the life he builds with you beside him.

You can't leave the penthouse, but you can make yourself a safe space in one of the free guest rooms.

Since Steve's dipping his dick in other woman's cunt, he doesn't need you sleeping beside him.

You definitely don't want to touch him when he reeks of other woman's perfume. You don't even want to see him.

So after you drag most of your stuff from the main bedroom and hastily put it in the closet in your new room, you close the door. Just in time, because less than ten minutes later the echo of firm footsteps resounds.

You flip a book open, trying to focus on the printed words and not on the way your heart hammers in your chest as you hear Steve's footsteps aiming for the main bedroom.

A vicious part of you hopes that he is a shocked, seeing that you're not there.

Not in the huge bed, naked under soft covers, waiting for your husband lord and master to throw you a crumb of his attention.

The emotionally heaving part of you shudders in sobs at the image of Steve simply not minding that you're not there.

Maybe he's only a little surprised, but brushes it off and simply takes a shower to wash off the remnants of that woman's arousal and his own sweat. Then he'll get into bed and fall asleep sated, uncaring for your state as long as you obediently stayed inside.

You rub at your eyes, cursing the tears away. You shake your head and try once again to focus on the words you're reading.

But then, after a long stretch of silence, footsteps sound through the space. A creaking of door being open. Then another. Slowly moving towards where you are hidden.

Your heart rate increases, fingers trembling against the paper pages of your book.

You take a breath, willing yourself to remain calm and not show Steve how hurt you are. Play it the way mob bosses wives in movies and tv shows do it - cold and indifferent, an armor around you, so nothing can prickle you.

The door to your claimed room opens and Steve stands there in the doorway in all his stormy glory.

He frowns, seeing you sitting stiffly on the bed.

He walks inside. Sleeves of his suit jacket are pushed up, showing his forearms and twirls of tattoos. He braces his hands on his hips and gives you a look that's a combination of concern and blatant anger.

"Can you explain what's the meaning of all this?" Steve's voice is thick and raspy.

You swallow, but shrug nonchalantly as if his heated gaze isn't bothering you.

"I thought it's better to leave the main bedroom, in case you brought your companion home for the night." You say and return your gaze to the book, fighting the urge to wave him away with a dismissive gesture.

"What?" Steve's frown deepens, actual confusion showing on his face.

"I'm not sure your mistress would like seeing me there. Might ruin the mood." You lift your head and sneer at him. "So I simply made it easier for you."

"I have a mistress now?" Steve raises a single brow, remaining calm while everything inside of you was boiling.

You snap your book closed and slam in onto the bedside table. With a little huff you get off the bed and stomp over to Steve.

"No need to lie." You scoff. "I saw you. With her. Didn't know mob business meant taking beautiful women to expensive restaurants."

You push at his chest in anger, but Steve's strong, muscled body doesn't even sway at your outburst. So you push at him again, unsuccessfully, but at least you get to unleash some of your fury.

"Just do me a favor and don't bring any of your whores home once the baby is here. Stay in one of your apartments, or allow me to move into one."

You can't hold off tears anymore and as some pour out, trickling down your cheeks, you clench your hands into fists and slam them against Steve's chest.

Steve's fingers wrap around your wrists, a tight, almost painful hold that keeps your hands bound to his chest.

"You are not going away from me." He declares, a definite order.

His eyes darken, a flash of lethal danger he rarely directed at you.

"In any form." He ads, obviously meaning you switching bedrooms.

Slowly, Steve's face lightens up. Twinkles appear in his eyes and it makes another wave of annoyance surge through you.

He keeps your wrists locked in one of his hands as he uses the other hand to cup your cheek.

"Any moving you're going to do is along with me." He says and tries to lean his forehead against yours, but you pull your head back.

Steve sighs.

"Which is why," he forces you to maintain eye contact with him, "I had a meeting with Camilla. She's a real estate agent who works for me on renovating a house that I bought for us. For our family."

His words make you speechless. A house? Someplace where you'd feel more free and where your kids could run in glee.

Still, you remain suspicious. You want to assume it's just a crafty lie, you're sure Steve's good at those.

"The Infinite is a rather romantic place to talk construction." You narrow your eyes.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. He lets go of your wrists to wrap both his arms around you, pulling you close to him despite your attempt to squirm away.

"Jealous little bird." He hums and slides one of his hands up to grip the back of your neck.

"In my line of work-" Steve leans closer, his nose tracing the line of your jaw, hot breath tickling your skin making you shiver-

"I manipulate people. Some with threats, some with sugar. And some, like Camilla, with never voiced promise of something they wish for."

Steve's soft snicker puffs across your cheek at your sneer. His lips travel toward your lips. You close your eyes at the intensity of his blue irises and the way your body reacts to the touch of his mouth against yours.

"A restaurant dinner gave her that little spark that will make her work her ass off to grand me all my wishes regarding our house. Even though not once have I even brushed an inch of her body with my fingers."

"It also happens-" the tip of Steve's tongue licks over your bottom lip, his hand starts pulling up the hem of your nightgown- "that I know how to manipulate my wife's body, so she sweats out all that jealousy and anger while she creams on my cock."

Your tiny, needy whimper makes him chuckle in dark victory.

"That what you need, huh?" He grips your buttock and kneads it. "Should I fuck you braindead every day, so that your mind doesn't come up with silly ideas?"

"It wasn't silly." You try to defend your earlier outburst, but it comes out breathy and weak.

"Thinking I could be interested in anyone else when I have your sweet, ripe body at my disposal. Absolutely ridiculous." Steve flashes you a wolfish grin.

He lifts you up suddenly, forcing your arms and legs to wrap around him. His fingers slide from your ass to dip between your thighs as he turns around and walks out of the room.

"You're coming back to our bedroom." He growls a command.

"I'm going to keep you naked and full of cum for the next few days, so it really sinks in that neither of us is stepping away from this marriage. Ever."

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[soft-and-bitter]

Failed Bargaining (Drabble)

Mob Boss!Steve x Introvert!Reader

Steve would go to any length in order to have you, and that worried you. A lot.

Warning(s): swearing

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Steve made you nervous the very first time you set eyes on him. Because as soon as you did, you knew just how far apart your worlds were. Every fibre of his being exuded unbridled wealth and glamour, but there was more to it too, simmering beneath it all: shades of darkness you didn't think you wanted to delve into.

Apparently Steve shared none of your sentiments.

You stared at the necklace dangling before you, brows knitted. "Um, what's this?" you ask, even though you knew perfectly well what it was. While awaiting the next course, the others present at your surprise birthday dinner had, fortunately, fallen into their own worlds, deep in conversation about anything other than what was going on now between the two of you.

"A birthday present, of course," he responded, his smile never faltering. "Just one of many for my sweet girl."

It was a simple design—nothing ostentatious, thank god, but you were highly skeptical of its cost, not to mention its provenance. You may not have known Steve that long, but observation, coupled with Sharon's anecdotes, taught you that Steve never did anything in half-measures.

"You didn't have to," you tried to protest, but he was already sweeping your hair over one shoulder to gain access to your nape.

Steve chuckled softly, wrapping the delicate necklace around your neck. "But I wanted to, sweetheart. And that's what matters."

The pet names worried you just as much as the gift. Everything was moving way too fast, this . . . thing, whatever it was, between the two of you. Steve had materialized into your life out of the blue, and now suddenly it felt like he was everywhere, in every corner you inhabited, like he'd always been there. Never mind that you still had no idea what he did for a living.

His birthday gift, cold and heavy against your skin, only drove the message home. If you thought you were doing things casually, Steve wasn't having it.

Fuck.

Steve played with the gold chain of your necklace before dropping a kiss tenderly on your shoulder. "It's beautiful on you," he remarked, fingers ghosting along your collarbone. "You're never going to take this off. Promise?"

You blinked at him once, twice. His command took you aback, the gravity in his tone so different from anything you experienced. Steve watched you expectantly, his blue eyes bright.

"Steve, listen," you began, one hand covering his own as you tried to stop his fingers from exploring further. "This is all amazing, it is, but, um . . . don't you think we might be moving a bit too fast here?"

You feared he'd take offence to that, but his smile said otherwise.

"Sweetheart, we're not moving fast enough."

Just something quick and short to get me back in the swing of things. I do consider this part of a bigger story I've been cooking up, so let me know what you think! Do y'all want more?

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[disasterofastory]

The Pretty Little Actress Of Rogers Masterlist

The Pretty Little Actress Of Rogers Masterlist Steve Rogers x Reader Mafia AU

Summary: You agree to open your relationship to save your marriage, but when Steve appears in your life, you are not sure anymore what you want.

A/N: About the '+' chapters: they are extra chapters. It gives enough room for me to add something to the story later. More like shorter parts and additions.

About the story: After the story of Bucky and his Bunny (The Maid Of Mr. Barnes Masterlist), we jump back in time to see the story of Steve and his Sugar.

Thank you for your feedbacks and notes.

Chapters

Part 1 - Open - Your husband is impatient, and you get flowers.

+ Rules - You have some rules if your husband really wants to do this.

Part 2 - Steve Rogers - You meet the man who sent you the flowers.

Part 3 - Call - You call Steve. This marriage is open for you too.

+ The pretty actress - You are in Steve’s mind and his friends know it.

Part 4 - First date - You go on a date with Steve.

Part 5 - Whiskey - Steve takes you to one of his nightclubs.

+ Dance - You have the courage to dance.

Part 6 - Plans - You spend your weekend with your husband and plan the next with Steve.

Part 7 - Weekend - You are with Steve while husband is away.

+ A cold morning - You wake up next to Steve.

+ Bucky - The horse

+ Anything you want - Steve wants to spoil you.

Part 8 - Friends - You meet Steve’s friends at the opening party of his new club.

+ Next step - You spend the night with Steve.

+ Endless night - Steve doesn’t want you to go home. /18+

+ Script - Steve helps you learn your lines. /18+

+ Night at the museum - Steve gives you whatever you want.

+ Winter - After your date with Steve abruptly ends, you wait for him at home.

Part 9 - Gala - Steve and your husband meet.

Part 10 - Change of mind - Your husband tries to mend things between you but maybe it’s too late.

+ What you want - Steve is sure, and you?

Part 11 - The right choice - You have to say goodbye to someone.

Part 12 - The right path - You made your decision, it’s time to walk on that path.

The End

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[gaysindistress]

Cocaine Jesus - Part 3 of Fine Line

Pairing: Mafia!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: you know the drill; angst, mentions of abuse, vague descriptions of abuse, the feels, Peggy Carter andddd John Walker slander

Word count

Master list

Fine Line & Dial Drunk

Word count: 4.3k

Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @zaraomarrogers @deafeningvoidcloud

a/n: you guys - "I need you to promise me that you'll give Honey and Steve a happy ending.

me -"I promiseeeeed other people that I'd write all the angst possible and I gave 'em my word sooooooo"

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

The letter read the most ridiculous thing that she has ever seen. A poor excuse, a failed lie, a fucked up story, a concoction of rumors mashed together to make something out of nothing. He left it on her bed without a second word to her, a word to her parents, and walked straight out of her life. He left the letter detailing every single lie he could’ve thought of for the last 48 hours on her bed, on her pillow to be specific like some fucked up love story you read about in high school. She always joked that they might be Romeo and Juliet but this? 

This? 

His actions were far beyond anything that Shakespeare might’ve thought of. 

“I used you to cheat on Peggy but we’re getting married so this has to end. Goodbye, Steve.” 

One single sentence to end a relationship that they had talked about that could last for years. One single sentence that shattered everything that she thought to be true and concrete in her life. 

One sentence to take everything she’s been looking forward to drowned in it in her own tears. 

She threw the letter into the fire, with tears streaming down her face, and a vengeance as she stared at the flames. Ashes of the relationship flooded around her, but a shard of light called her attention. On her nightstand is the picture of them from that first night; a polaroid of two bright and smiling faces, so hopeful that life will be OK. You already know the story behind the picture, but in the wake of the letter, she contemplated destroying that picture and any memory of Steve she could find. A part of her wouldn’t let her burn it so instead she slipped it into her nightstand and crawled into a ball on the floor to cry. 

That night she slipped into adulthood and decided never again would she allow herself to be fooled by men like Steve Rogers. 

“Hey doll, where would you like me to start?” Bucky gently calls over to her as she stares around the room around her her entire life from birth to know I haven’t packed up into boxes and is laying like a field of memories around them. 

“I don’t know. I guess just pick up one and start putting them in the truck?”

But he gives her a no and does what she says; picking one box up and hauling it out to the truck. Her mom had helped her pack, shuffling through all the items that she felt like her dear daughter no longer needed. Her mother, Lauren, knew not to touch anything in the nightstand. She had seen the polaroid some nights after Steve’s week departure and figured that her daughter had hidden in the picture in the nightstand. She had liked Steve and talked to her husband many nights about how she had hoped that maybe one day he would be the one to harness that wild spirit within her daughter. Having known the Rogers since practically birth herself, it was a shock that Sarah had let something like this happen. Lauren had tried to get her husband to say something to Mr. Rogers however, nothing came of the conversations, but frustration and misplaced anger. She didn’t think that she nor her husband would ever be able to give the Rogers the time of day after this. It was a miracle to even get Bucky in the house given their new sentiment towards the Rogers.

Bucky chose to keep his words to himself and only offered her sad smiles or gentle hugs. He was so unbelievably pissed at Steve when he found out when it happened because they had known since his return that he would be forced to marry Peggy. On that Fourth of July night, he urged Steve to let go of this honey, to give her a chance but he refused. He was selfish like that sometimes, taking and taking from everyone around him, because it made him feel better. It caused many fights between the two childhood friends seeing as Bucky had taken a liking to her too. It was fun for him; the girls, the wine, and the weed. Nothing that Bucky could say would make him stop because he has always got what he wanted and Bucky was forever indentured to him so his hands were tied. His own father was in the same position as him, but to the older Mr. Rogers. So he watched on the sidelines as Steve ruined yet another young girl's life with his charm. 

When Bucky had walked back into the room, he sensed a shift in the air as she kneeled in front of her nightstand, frozen in time she held that stupid portrait in her hands and gawked at it as if she saw a ghost. Every ounce of life and color drained from her face as she held this momento of pain in her hand. It burned him to not just rip it from her hands and destroy it for her. He wanted to give her everything that she had been promised and so much more but he knew that if he did that he would risk the wrath of Steve. He knew that if he tried to give her any ounce of comfort, Steve would know and make his life a living hell. He already had enough control over Bucky’s life and he didn’t want to give him another reason to be even more controlling.

Instead of doing what his heart screamed at him to do he gently placed his hand on her shoulder so she would know that he was there for her if she needed. She brought it as if burned by his touch and quickly dropped off, turning slightly to look at him. He saw the tears in her eyes, and he gathered her into his arms for a death grip hug. One hand snuck into her hair, and held her head against his chest, as the other gripped her tightly, as if to provide her with all the physical comfort that she could ever need as her body shook from the sobs, a wet spot forms on his shirt and his own throat tightened at the feeling resolves quickly turned from that of a heart broken woman to those gut, wrenching gasps of a person experiencing true agony. The sound stopped leaving her mouth, and her body heaved in efforts to keep up with the demand for air. Her knees buckled and they dropped to the floor together in a heap of tears and bones.

“I got you, doll. I won’t let you go. I promise.” 

His words seemed to make her cries worse, but her arms wrapped around him and her hands Claude into the back of his shirt. She was gripping him as tight as he gripped her, the strength of their shared misery, keeping them together. 

“I got you. It’s okay. Let it out.” 

“After this, we can’t see each other.” 

Once again, the boxes of her life scattered around them as they ate Chinese food and settled into her small apartment. 480 square feet of nothing but everything that she could possibly think of. She drops the chopsticks, flinging rice and vegetables everywhere when she hears the words come out of his mouth.

“I don’t… what?”

I just don’t think that it’s a good idea for us to hang out because…”

“ I swear to god if you tell me that Steve had anything to do with this I will actually kill him.”

He gives a sad laugh and looks down at his feet, “ doll. I don’t know what to tell ya.”

“You can start by answering my question. Did Steve have anything to do with us?” 

He refuses to answer her question and won’t meet her eyeline. That’s all the answer she needs though. Steve had yet again ruined another chance for her to be happy and this time he wasn’t even there to do it. 

She slummed against the couch and almost dropped the food container on the floor with disbelief. She stares ahead and says nothing. She can’t say anything. Nothing she could possibly think of would make this moment feel any better than it does.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky mumbles as he drops a light kiss onto her forehead and walks out of her life. 

Once again, that Polaroid staring back at her as it peeks out of the top of the box it’s in. All she can see is the fireworks, but she knows what the picture is. She knows the curse that inevitably brings, but she can’t throw it away. 

She won’t. 

“You know, my apartment is bigger and you wouldn’t have to get rid of anything,” the blonde jokes as he lugs another donation bag out of her room. 

Y/N shakes her head while she sorts more of her things, deciding what can go to D.C. with her and what stays behind with the rest of her past. 

“But you’re here and I’m going to be 4 hours away. How is that supposed to work?” she calls after him. 

“I wasn’t talking about my old place.”

She cocks her head but continues to focus on the task at hand, “Yeah your old place would be like a 5 hour drive on a good day.”

“Look at me, gorgeous.”

When she turns to look at him, he’s leaning against the door frame with a set of keys in his hand and a smile wide across his face. She gives him an even more confused look. He shakes them before tossing them to her. Turning over the keys in her hand, she spots a key chain that reads “I heart D.C.”

“I don’t…” she pauses for a moment, “Oh my god you got the job?!”

“I sure did. I start in a week which means…” he trails off and his smile grows even bigger. She jumps up and hugs him so tightly that he stumbles back. 

“That’s so exciting, John! I’m so proud of you,” she all but exclaims holding him against her and the excitement vibrates off of her. 

“Thank you, gorgeous,” he whispers as he takes her chin in his hand and tilts so their lips meet, “But that’s not even the best part. I had your landlord put us on the same lease and get us a bigger place.”

She stills and pulls away, “You did what?”

“Don’t be like that. Be happy that we’re both moving up in our careers and we’re moving to a new city. You even said it yourself; if I moved with you, we’d move in together.”

Nervously chuckling, she nods her head, “Oh I just wasn’t expecting it so soon, I guess.”

“What? You have a secret boyfriend or something?” tension fills his voice at her hesitation. 

“No, no! It’s just a lot of info at once, that’s all,” she tries to reason and it seems to calm what storm was brewing. 

John lets out a deep laugh and kisses her once more before letting her go. 

“Good because I saw this,” he says, pulling out that god forsaken polaroid from his back pocket, “And got a little worried.”

Her smile freezes once more and she scrambles to come up with something, “Oh that’s an old family friend that’s all.”

“You look awful… close.”

“Just friends… well not even that anymore,” she tells John as she returns back to her cleaning, “You can just put it in a box.”

John hums but it’s filled with dismay as he debates ripping it to see her reaction. He’s not stupid, he could tell that whoever the man in the picture was, he meant something to Y/N and it was beyond just old friends. He takes a picture of it to send to a cop friend of his and slips it back into his pocket. He’s going to figure out who this man was and erase him from Y/N’s life. 

Five days later John gets his answer. 

Steve Grant Rogers, born July 4 19xx to Sarah and Joseph Rogers in Brooklyn, NY. Married to Margaret Carter Rogers. No known criminal record or alises. Father has a lengthy record and is suspected to be the current leader of the Rogers crime family. Steve is expected to be take over when Joseph dies. 

John’s jaw clenches when he reads the emails and closes his computer. Anger licks up his spine at the thought of his sweet Y/N being at all connected to this criminal let alone as close as she appeared to be. Almost immediately his anger is drowned out when she walks through the door of their new apartment, arms full of groceries. 

“Here, gorgeous, let me get that for you.”

Time flies by when you’re having fun or at least that’s what they tell everyone. Y/N hadn’t thought about that Polaroid since John brought it up. She assumed that he did as he was told, and just slipped into another box. She didn’t even question it when she hadn’t found it when they were unpacking. Time really did seem to heal her wounds and Steve had finally left her mind. Nearly 5 years after he’d left her heartbroken and angry, she finally was able to forget the hold he had on her. Even though she’d briefly tried to start something with Bucky, John Walker had been the one to show her what love meant… or at least what his version was. 

Her new friends in D.C. had warned her about the red flags they’d seen but Y/N dismissed them. She felt she knew him better after all they’d been together for three years and were engaged. She always brushed it off as them being unhappy in their own relationship or John just had a bad day or he wasn’t always like this. It had gotten to the point where her own mother Lauren started to point out the concerning things she saw; however, it wasn’t until her three year anniversary dinner that it all came to a head. 

John had suggested they go back to New York for a little getaway considering how stressful their jobs and wedding planning were. He’d made reservations at one of the finest restaurants on the Upper East Side along with staying in one of his friend’s condos. Everything had been perfect; champagne, rose petals, quiet instrumental music, and two people fighting in the bedroom. 

“I can’t believe you! You’re such a fucking asshole!” She shouted at him from the bedroom as he continued to get ready. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he calmly responded, fixing his tie. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, John.” 

“No I don’t.”

“You had Joaquin look into Steve.”

“I did so what,” he leveled a very stern gaze towards her through the bathroom mirror. 

“And you didn’t tell me for 2 years.”

“So what?” He said even lower than before but finally turned to look at Y/N, “why does it matter if I looked into your little boyfriend?”

“What are you talking about?” She huffed, back straightening as chills began to run down her spine. 

“I know about you and Steve. You didn’t want me to know so YOU lied to me about it so what was I supposed to do? Ignore it? I wouldn’t be a very good fiancé, husband even if I ignored my gut when it comes to you.”

“You’re seriously trying to say that you were concerned about me? I would’ve told you anything you wanted to know, you didn’t have to have someone get a whole ass police background check,” she tried to reason and to defuse the situation. She could sense the anger and aggression boiling under John’s skin no matter how calm and collected he seemed in the moment. 

He ignored her, instead fixing the cuffs of his jacket and shirt. Waiting and making her think he was ignoring her was his favorite tactic to get under her skin. 

“I didn’t lie to you, I would never do that,” she tried again whilst taking small steps towards him. 

“I care so much about you, gorgeous,” he started, closing the gap before engulfing her in a bone crushing hug, “Steve is a dangerous man, so much more dangerous than you could ever imagine.” 

She gasped at the pressure he was putting on her, “John you’re hurting me.” 

His grip loosened for a moment before he spun her around so she could look in the mirror. One of his hands looped around her shoulders and the other found its place around her neck. Her own hands flew to his wrist and she began to claw at his wrist as he dropped his head so he could speak directly into her ear. 

“I am the only person who can protect you from him. Me,” he punctuated the words with a tightening grip, “I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me about him, gorgeous. I can’t have a lying wife and you know that; I need someone who is completely loyal to me. Do you think you can do that?” 

Tears fell down her face, ruining the makeup she’s just finished putting on as she rapidly nodded her head. Satisfied he dropped her and let her fall forward to catch herself on the bathroom door frame. 

“Clean up, we’re leaving in 15 minutes,” he whispered into her ear before leaving the room. Once she knew she was alone, she scrambled to grab her phone and dialed a number she’d hoped to never dial again. 

“Doll?” The voice answered with confusion. 

She cried even harder when Bucky picked up and she choked on her words, “I need your help please. I’ll pay you anything, everything. Please just… please.”

“Doll what is it? Where are you?”

“I’ll send you the address but you have to come quickly. Hide in the alley and I’ll figure out how to get there.”

“Of course, do you want me to call HIM?”

“No,” she barely held back the next wave of sobs at the thought and hung up. 

She took a few deep breaths, calming her nervous system before standing to fix her makeup. Within minutes, she’s managed to make herself look presentable to John’s standards. However she’d exchanged her heels for flats in hopes that if she did have to make a run for it, she wouldn’t break her ankle. 

Her phone pinged beside her, alerting her that Bucky would be at the restaurant when they got there and was in the back alley like she’d asked. 

“I’ll be right back. Can you order me the salmon if I’m back when they take our order?” she sweetly smiled at John as she got up. 

He gave her that sick PR smile he used on his sponsors and went back to reading the menu. 

Y/N’s body shook as she got closer and closer to the bathroom. On her way she stopped their waitress, a younger red headed woman that John had been relentlessly rude to. The woman smiled and stopped her by gently grabbing her arm to pull her closer. 

“Go through the kitchen and out the back door. He’s waiting for you,” she whispered to Y/N. Fear ran through her body again as she stared wildly at her. 

“Go. Bucky hates waiting around,” she smirked before releasing her arm and guiding her into the kitchen. The red head waved a hand at Y/N as if to shoo away a child and pointed to a set of doors that she assumed led outside. 

She mouthed thank you and ran for the doors, pushing them open with all her might. Before her was a blacked out SUV and a smiling Bucky in the backseat. He had opened the door when she came bursting out. 

“Get in Doll.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She climbed in and sunk into the leather as the car pulled away. 

“Where to?” He asked after they’d gotten away from the restaurant. 

“Somewhere safe.”

Bucky nodded as he tapped the driver on the shoulder and said something to him. She didn’t register what address he gave him because fatigue took over her body and she drifted off into the abyss of sleep. 

10 years. 

10 years since she’d been home, seen family, spoken to her friends. 

10 years since she’d left John in that restaurant and gotten into the car with Bucky. 

It had been 10 years since she’d gained her freedom but at the cost of a normal life. 

During that time, Bucky and Natasha, the waitress from that night, had hidden her and kept her in some sort of witness protection program. Bucky knew of John’s reputation and knew that the only way to guarantee Y/N’a safety was for her to disappear. He’s made her a ghost, changing everything about her so that no one could find her aside from him and Natasha. Of course going into hiding meant she had literally no other connections but the two of them. 

Nat had offered her a job working alongside her as an executive assistant to Bucky and another man named Sam Wilson. Bucky had assured her that he didn’t work for Steve anymore and she wouldn’t see him. His promise did little to quell her fears but she trusted him nonetheless. 

It became clear pretty quickly after she went into hiding that John had no idea where she went but he kept looking. Her family had been told about the situation but everyone else was kept in the dark, which made John even more furious. His efforts to find her had been in vain and roughly around the 4th year of no results he stopped looking. Regardless she remained hidden because at this point, she’d lived most of her adult life this way. Y/N didn't really know anything outside of the world that she’s created but that’s not to say she was naive. Of course working as the assistant to a mob boss, she wasn’t oblivious to the real world. In fact she probably understood it better than most, she simply preferred her world. 

It had been nearly 15 years by now since she’d seen Steve. Occasionally she’d see his name on paperwork from Bucky’s time working under him. Other than that, there had been nothing. Peggy, on the other hand, she’d seen far too often between events, galas, and even in Bucky’s office. Y/N doubted that the woman remembered her, let alone knew who she was so she didn’t let it phase her when she saw her. Natasha was quick to fill her in on all of the gossip if she wanted but it was usually the same; Peggy cheated with the same two men, Steve found out and would threaten divorce but it never came to fruition because she would claim she was pregnant. Spoiler alert she never was but if she made a big enough deal about it, Steve would have to reconcile with her to save his and his family’s reputation. 

However this round of accusations and threats seemed to stick; Steve had actually filed for divorce and demanded a paternity test if she was, in fact, pregnant. Of course she wasn't, hence why they were fighting in the lobby of Bucky’s office. Natasha chuckles under her breath at their petty words and glances over to Y/N. 

“You ready?” She asks as she gathers her own things. 

“Can we even get out? It sounds like they’re literally at the door.” 

Before Natasha can answer, Bucky walks in followed by the arguing couple. They’re shouting so many things at each other that no one can keep track of what they’re actually arguing about. 

“Oh fucking believe me. I can’t wait for this divorce to be over. Maybe I’ll stop getting so many fucking STDs,” Steve shouts as he slammed the door behind himself. 

Peggy scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest and shakes her head. 

“Yeah that’s right. Don’t say anything because you know I’m right,” he scoffs back, dropping himself onto the couch Nat and Bucky had christened several times. 

Y/N winces at his loud voice and turns around so that her back is to them. She grabs whatever paperwork she can and shoves it into her bag. 

Nat clears her throat and whispers, “Let’s go.” 

She loops her arm in Y/N’s and bids everyone a goodbye. Dropping a kiss on Bucky’s cheek, she tries her hardest to sneak the other woman out before Steve can see her. As soon as they’re out the door, they hear exactly what they’re afraid of. 

“I swear to god, Buck, if that was Y/N, I will execute you right here, right now.”

Nat stiffens for a moment but quickens her pace and practically drags Y/N along with her to get them out as soon as possible. Steve’s booming voice chases after them and they make eye contact as the two women climb into the elevator. Before the doors close, Y/N can see the absolute heartbreak and pain that’s written across his face. 

She doesn’t care though. 

He’d done the exact same to her. 

She’d gotten a few weeks of privacy before the oaf of a man came knocking at her door. The day had been rainy like the week prior and she kept to herself inside. Y/N had always loved the rain no matter where she was at because it reminded her that the earth could renew itself after a storm. However her peace is shattered when she hears the familiar sound of a luxury car pulling up in front of her house. Grabbing the gun Bucky stashed for her, she goes to peek out of the window to see her worst nightmare walking up. 

Albeit it’s Steve and not John, she still tucked the gun back into its place before answering the door. 

One knock. 

Two knocks. 

Three knocks. 

She opens it and her breath hitches in her chest at the sight. 

“What are you doing here?” 

The first words that came to her mind after 15 years of nothing at all. 

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[neonovember]

Careful

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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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The sound of chirping birds sifts through the linen curtains draped over the balcony doors, and the gentle breeze of the early morning cause goose bumps to arise across your body strewn about the disturbingly large bed.

Through the haze of half-sleep, you peek one eye open, catching the enormous ceiling-high windows overlooking a meticulously manicured lawn, with tinted cars parked on the cobblestone driveway and everything's all wrong and this isn't your house.

Your heart drops to the depths of your stomach, and everything slows like a picture, you squeeze your eyes shut to will yourself back into the slumber you had just felt before but all you are met with is a nauseous burn crawling up your throat.

You can't think twice before you shoot up from the bed, miraculously finding the bathroom just in time before pouring the entirety of your stomach into the porcelain toilet. You weren't one to get sick, no matter how much you had used that excuse at work, and the putrid stench of day-old liquor rang familiar in your mind as you continued to dry heave.

You don’t waste time before reaching for the flush, watching the disgusting weakness of your strength wash away into the underground sewers, you can't bare to look at yourself and you wish you could wash away the embarrassment just as easily.

Your preoccupation with yourself has momentarily distracted you from the alarming reality of the foreign room you had awakened in, and you suddenly feel that fear blooming within you for the first time in weeks. You hadn't really noticed, but you were less scared of well, everything when Steve had inserted himself into your life, and now you wished you could go back.

Your ears perked up for any sign of movement outside your door but it was desolate, you reached for a candle stick perched on the basin before opening the bathroom door. Eyes surveying the expansive room, you can't help but expect your husband to barge in, laughing down at you as you were captured within his palm yet again.

The prospect wasn't entirely outlandish, you know your husband owned several properties he kept in secrecy, and you hadn't had the stomach to find out what he had them for. Yet something was gnawing at the edges of your mind to step forward, like an unconscious shadow within you, guiding your body towards the door and stepping into the room you had run from. The fear was there, as it always was, but you weren't holding your breath, your body didn't chill from the air of evil that always seemed to emit near your husband.

Your eyes survey the expansive bed situated in the middle of some sort of guest room, even despite your hasty escape, the room looked impeccable, wainscotting outlining the ceiling-high walls, with the shine of sunlight pouring in from the balcony windows like honey.

The marble floors reminded you of your own bedroom you had occupied for years months ago, and suddenly the elated feeling of luxury leaves just as easily as it came.

It unnerved you, being in the presence of such opulence after months of your bare quaint apartment. Even though you had lived in it for years before, it was never truly yours, this life was never truly yours. You were only ever borrowing it until your husband would find the balls to get rid of you.

Your eyes catch a note on the bedside table however, and written in that elegant ink that belongs to only one man that had strung you along in the palm of your hand is placed on a silver tray, along with a pill and a bottle of water, still cold from the tap.

Your fear begins to dissipate from your stomach, as you realise that your anonymity had remained unchanged, and you weren't back into the cage of your husband's imprisonment.

You reach for the note, eyes skimming the perfect lettering you secretly envy;

“You got into a little trouble last night, brought you here to keep you save”

You scrub your face with a hand, mentally thanking him for not delving into the details of what you knew was a haunting moment of weakness.

God, you can’t believe you had done that, let yourself get so weak you sunk back into an addiction you thought you had overcome. It was harrowing how quick it had happened, one moment you were walking home and the next you were crowd-surfing across the bar.

“P.S, take the pill, it’s Advil and if I really wanted to poison you I would’ve done it in your sleep”

You scrutinise the white chalky pill anyway, observing the A outlined in the middle, you roll your eyes before looking down at your attire. Pink striped Pajamas.

You bristle as you realise he would have had to undress you whilst you were in a haze of drunkenness.

And suddenly that’s enough to reignite the temper that had been stamped out by the waves of liquor you had foolishly consumed.

He had lied to you, even if you felt protection here, he had lied, and he did it straight to your face. Did he think you were foolish? Just a stupid girl from a town no one knows that he could take advantage of? You couldn't bear to keep the fueled rage burning within you.

Reaching for the Advil, you swallow it with gulps of water that ease your parched throat, before searching around the enormous room for the clothes you had gotten drunk in. You find them folded neatly on an ottoman to the side, and make quick work of slipping them on before storming out of the room.

You don’t know where you're going, the endless hallways are as foreign to you as the paintings occupying the walls, but you follow the dyed carpet’s twists and turns hoping to stumble into Steve’s office.

Your mind is too preoccupied with the rage brewing within you, your eyes fail to catch the figure watching you closely from one of the hallway doors, causing you to stumble into a brick wall of pure muscle and heat.

You catch yourself at the last minute, looking up to meet familiar slate-grey eyes peering down at you in interest

“You’re up already?” Bucky says, his hand coming to steady you but retracting at the last minute and falling back into the pocket of his suit jacket.

“I want to speak to Steve” You reply, ignoring his attempt at small talk, or more so his declaration of your consciousness.

“Steve? Well-” Bucky beings before you cut him off momentarily

“Don’t give me that bullshit alright? I need to speak to Steve, now” You reply in indignation, Bucky watches you carefully, eyes scanning across your face as he nods slowly. You don't notice his eyes fixated on your fists wrapped in a tight fists. Your voice falters toward the end and you hope you sound as confident as you feel.

“Follow me” Bucky replies with a sigh, and as you walk side by side with Bucky, the click of his dress shoes clashes with the gruff sound of your work boots. You would never harmonise with this life, it's as clear as the shoes you wear.

You try and memorise the left and rights that Bucky takes you, as a kind of backup in case things go wrong and you need a way out, fast. It’s irrational you know, but you can only blame your husband for destroying your idea of rationality.

Bucky turns down a corridor, and you are immediately met with a rush of men in suits carrying boxes and briefcases, leaving and entering the enormous double french doors situated at the end of the hallway like an army of ants. Men stand stationed outside the doors and along the hallway unmoving, like formations of statues pillaring themselves in front of Steve.

The glint of their guns shines iridescent against the morning raze, and you understand that Bucky has some sort of clearance as they merely nod without a word as you pass them.

You and Bucky are about to pass through the double doors before a familiar face pokes at you, eyes widening at your presence in a clearly confidential space, the man that had talked with you with Bucky those weeks ago murmurs into Bucky's ear, the gruff sound of his voice hidden beneath hushed whispers.

You crain your ear to catch anything, but all you can make out is Bucky’s whisper of your name, along with “last night”. Sam shifts his gaze towards you, and a look you can't quite decipher falls over his face. Bucky is continuing to whisper to Sam but he doesn't take his eyes off of you, and finally, after a moment he simply nods and opens the door for the both of you.

The oak doors open into an enormous office space, the panelled french walls are washed with a chestnut gloss, oil paintings of war and glory hang on the walls and every corner has a designated purpose. A bar towards the left is graced with brown liquor in glass bottles and you have to turn away from it to calm the churning in your stomach.

Situated in the middle is a large walnut desk, carved with intricate patterns and relics along its sides, matching leather seats surrounding the desk, the floors a deep mahogany wood you crave to feel the cold touch of beneath your toes.

Men surround the office, some stationed behind the balcony windows, others near the bookcases lining the ceiling-high walls, and you don't notice it at first, but the second you walk in, everything stops. The sound of urgent whispers and conversations comes to a halt as they all stare towards you in fixed interest.

You didn't know this, but there had been no other individuals besides Steve’s men and himself, who had the ability to step foot into this floor of the house, let alone Steve's own office, and they can't help but ogle you like a piece of meat.

You catch their eyes all over you, pulling your stained cardigan closer against your body, you feel Bucky bristle beside you, his grunt of disapproval towards the men, shooting a silent warning that causes them to look away without a blink.

Steve's dirty blonde hair is tousled across his face, and he mutters something under his breath as he looks up from his seat at the office desk. His eyes immediately find you, unblinking as he never leaves your face, the papers in his grasp fall to the table, and let out an exhale as you match his gaze.

Bucky coughs and it’s as if Steve finally realises you're not the only person in the room,

“She wanted to speak to you,” Bucky says, his shoes tapping against the wooden floors, Bucky gives Steve a silent look, nodding towards the men fixated on your presence.

“Did I tell you all to stop?” Steve says in a booming voice you've never heard him use.

They all immediately get back to the phone calls in their hand and the tasks they had ignored at your expense. Steve stands from his seated position near the desk, his suit jacket laying over the office chair, leaving him in a crisp white shirt with a leather shoulder holster tucked into dark black suit pants.

Steve nods towards the balcony, and you step towards the glass doors slowly, you can feel the heat of Steve's hand near the small of your back, gently manoeuvring you through the room and men and through the doors of the balcony.

The gentle breeze of the morning lets you finally let in a breath you hadn't realised you had kept in, your eyes find themselves looking towards the manicured lawn below, gardeners and housekeepers are knelt pulling and plucking at the overgrown weeds, snipping away at leaves and bushes until they were smooth and pristine. Flowers are planted across the lawn, in a discreet way that makes you notice how the colours harmonise, and a ceramic fountain near the middle sprouts out water that shines against the sun.

You notice stepping stones snaking their way to the edge, leading to a vines archway where a vegetable garden hidden under a mesh covering meets your gaze, you try and look further past the vines walls, seeing the top of what looks like a stone pavilion under a low hanging tree that looks like its melting, but Steve steps towards you and you stop immediately.

“You wanted to tell me something?” Steve says, and you look towards him, eyeing his expression. He looks like he truly wants to listen to you and hear what you have to say despite the business of his life.

“Yes, I uh-” You start before the balcony doors open, and a slicked-back mop of black hair enters the balcony, the sound of a voice that you wish you would never hear again causing your stomach to twist into a sharp knot.

Rumlow whispers towards the man stationed beside the balcony doors, relieving him from his position and instead taking his place. His eyes find your own frozen ones, a glint of a smirk pulling at his features and he raises his eyebrows mockingly.

Steve notices the sick look that falls over your face, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at the sudden change in your demeanour.

“Hey, hey, you alright?” Steve asks in worry, but you can't take your eyes off of Rumlows condescending smile, as if he had known you would be here, his eyes almost threatening you to tell Steve what he had done before the tap of his pistol causes you to swallow down the bile rising from your throat.

“I um, I uh” You stutter out, and Steve looks at you in worry, his hands coming up to steady you causing you to flinch automatically.

“Fuck” Mutters Steve under his breath and he quickly retracts his hand, he begins to say something but you can’t hear anything besides the ringing in your ear and the rhythmic tap of Rumlows gun.

You shake your head, hands in tight fists that cause indentations to form in your palm, Rumlow clocks his head to the side, behind Steve, giving you a silent warning

Careful.

And he walks through the balcony doors and back into Steves's office like he was never there.

You let out a constricted breath, squeezing your eyes shut before opening them to make sure he was truly gone, Steve gently murmurs your name, and you turn your attention back to him, meeting concerned eyes.

Steve's words finally break through the surface, and your grapes his arm, causing goosebumps to arise across your skin. Steve looks up at you in surprise, his large hand coming to wrap yours around his, feeling the rapid beat of your heart slamming against your chest.

‘Just focus on me, alright? Don’t worry about anything else, I just want your eyes on me, okay? Can you do that for me?” Steve whispers, and you nod slowly. Watching the swirls of blue and grey clash like waves within his eyes.

You stay like this for a while, until the rapid beat of your pulse slows to a rhythmic beat, but Steves keeps your arms wrapped around his own, and you hope to god he does feel the goosebumps arising on your skin.

“What happened just now?” Steve says after a beat, his brow locks falling over his face

“I uh, I don't know, I just starting feeling sick,” You say, teeth biting down onto your bottom lip in nervousness.

Any other time that excuse had worked, whether it be at work or family or any other instance when you felt the ground beneath threaten to give way. But the way Steve looks at you now, in that air of scepticism, it’s like he doesn't believe a single thing that left your mouth.

And it's like you've been called out, the embarrassment of lying causing you to look away.

Steve sighs before nodding,

“I’ll get one of my men to arrange your drive home,” Steve says

“Could you, could Bucky take me home instead?” You say, and Steve looks towards you, a glint of something in his eye as he looks through the windows of the balcony doors, eyes fixated on Bucky before replying with a strained sure.

You step towards the balcony doors, hand coming up to grasp the handle before Steve stops you

“We are going to have to talk about it eventually,” Steve says

“Talk about what?” You turn your head to meet Steves's gaze

“Talk about why you're scared shitless of Rumlow” Steve replies, and you towards him in open-mouthed shock.

How did he know?

Steves share a pointed look, “I see everything, even things that happen behind my back. When I see you later tonight, do me a favour?”

You nod quickly, shutting your open mouth.

“Don’t lie to me” Steve mutters, before opening the balcony doors for you, his hand pressed tight against the small of your back as his warmth tickles the side of your neck.

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[imaginativeavengers]

The Missing Piece: Part Twelve

Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess. When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more interesting.

Summary: It’s a fresh start. Time to mend some bridges and start figuring out this relatonship.

Word Count: 7.5K

Warnings: Smut, talk of toxic work environment, talk of a toxic previous relationship, talk poly relationship, talk of disappearance, work anxiety and pressure, slow build, slow burn, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, under 18s dni

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<< Part Eleven || Part Thirteen >>

Over the next few days, you found that the three of you were practically inseparable. Still, you felt more comfortable slept in the guest bedroom each night, but it was really the only time that you found some space from them. Sometimes during the day one of them would breakaway for an hour or so to oversee some business, you never asked and they never told, it seemed like a little bit of an unspoken rule, they wanted to keep you as far from their business-life as they could muster.

In these short days you discovered how truly loving that they both were. Rarely a moment passed when one of them wasn’t touching you, caressing you, kissing you, or that they weren’t doing anything like that to each other. Each time that they would kiss you would find yourself completely enamoured with each other, at first you thought you might be jealous of watching them interact so romantically with each other, but that wasn’t even an emotion that came into your conscious. It made your heart race each time you saw their lips brush against one another, chuckling before their tongues tangled, huffing and groaning at just the presence of one another.

The only time that you seemed to have a break from their love was when you were in public, there they were a little more subtle about their affections. When they had invited you out for brunch one morning you were completely ecstatic, sipping on mimosas’ whilst listening to the two of them chatter happily, not talking about work, but mentioning their friends or family as they referred to them. “You’re being quiet, bunny.” Steve observed, quirking a brow softly in your direction. “I’m just quietly observing.” You answered, giggling softly and shuffling in your seat.

“Quietly observing.” Bucky smirked, placing down the champagne flute and leaning over to rub his hand over your knee. “Do you feel comfortable, doll?” He asked, they had questioned that a lot over the past few days, along with whether you were happy, or you felt safe. You supposed that you had been a little quiet, trying to figure out where you fit in, or perhaps what your role was within the relationship. You were sure those question would be answered with time, right now you just needed to enjoy these first few weeks that were always filled with such love and romance. “You know, I start my new job next week.” You announced, attempting at making conversation. “I’m a little nervous, honestly.”

Reaching across Steve placed his hand over your own, smiling in such a comforting away before saying. “You don’t need to be nervous, you’re gonna do great.” He promised, gifting you a soft wink. “Timmy is a pretty good guy, I’m sure he isn’t going to make things too difficult in your first week.” Bucky quipped making you smile whilst shaking your head. “You know, I get the feeling that he wouldn’t like being called Timmy…” Simply in response Bucky shrugged, flagging down a waitress and ordering another three drinks and turning his attention back to you. “Maybe we could carpool, it’s the same building, right?”

“That’s a cute idea.” Steve hummed, chewing on a chunk of melon before looking over at Bucky. “We’ve never carpooled, Bucky was always up too early.” Then gifting him a pointed look that left the brunette rolling his eyes. “I guess you’ll just have two choices of what time you wanna drive to work. Either on time with me, or late with Steve.” It was becoming clear that this was a point of contention to them. “Maybe I’ll just walk…” You muttered jokingly, accepting the glass from the waitress and taking a big swig.

Steve simply smirked and then noted. “Oh, I got a message from Clint as a reminder for the Gala next week.” He looked at Bucky pointedly. “Maybe that is something we could do together?” He offered, then looking towards you. “What do you say, bunny? Would you want to attend a charity gala with us? We’d finally get the chance to show you off, I know that Kate and Yelena are dying to meet you.” “I-I don’t think I have anything to wear.”

A hearty chuckle came from Bucky, quirking as he asked. “Then why don’t we get you something nice to wear?” You quirked a brow as you looked towards Bucky. “We live in one of the fashion capitals of the world, you don’t think we’ll be able to find you something fantastic to wear?” He smirked then before looking towards Steve. “Plus, you’ll find that Steve here isn’t that open to high-end fashion, it’s usually a sweater, or a simple suit and tie from him.”

“Sounds like Bucky’s found himself a little doll to dress up.” Steve teased tersely from across the table, perhaps a little offended by Bucky’s jabs towards his clothing choices. He was a safe dresser; he knew what looked good on him and what he felt comfortable in, maybe in his line of work he felt like he needed to be ready for any possibility, wearing some uncomfortable high-end fashion garb might restrict him from being able to do that.

A quiet hum came from you before nodding towards Bucky. “I don’t see why we can’t go look at clothes, but I won’t be getting paid for a little while, so I’m on a tight budget.” You reminded him in a stern tone. Both share a look, you were sure that they would have had to live on a budget at some point in their lives, but if their beautifully furnished townhouse and excessively luxurious cars told you anything it was that they were no strangers to spending money now they had it in abundance. “We’ll see.” Bucky retorted a wink.

Towards the end of your wonderful brunch, you removed the silk napkin from your lap and rose, excusing yourself quietly and wandering to find the restrooms. “Well, I am surprised to see you here…” That snide tone could only belong to one person, turning on your heel and attempting your kindest smile towards Serena, the mother of your ex-boyfriend Oliver. Just how were you supposed to look her in the eye when Steve had told you about giving Oliver a lesson in respect.

“Serena.” You say softly, turning fully to face her, not wanting to give her any chance to see any signs of weakness. “I’m just here having brunch with…” What were they to you exactly? Your boyfriends? Your partners? Your polygamous soulmates? You hadn’t really considered that you were going to have to explain your relationship to people eventually or must find some way to refer to your relationship. Not that it was anyone’s business anyway, but your parents would need to know, and your friends. “Just some people…”

A quiet hum came from her perfectly glossed lips.  “Yes, I had noticed you were with company.” Not failing to notice just how her eye twitched, not even the obnoxious amount of botox she’d poured into her face could have masked that unsettling reaction. “I have been hoping to hear from you. I’m sure you’ve heard that Oliver is still missing – not that the police are opening to considering that.” Huffing and crossing her arms over her chest. “They say with his past of gallivanting around the globe that his mysterious disappeared isn’t any real cause for concern.”

It seemed that Serena never missed an opportunity to remind you that nothing you ever did for Oliver wasn’t good enough. It was like that when you were together and it remained that way now that you were apart too. “Serena, I’m sorry. It must be a worry, but I’ve done everything that I can. I’ve spoken to the police; I gave them all the information that I could and I’ve even tried contacting him myself. I’m not sure what more you’d like me to do.” You continued to remind yourself that this was a mother that was worried for the safety of her only child, but it wasn’t something that you should have any more involvement in as you simply didn’t have any further information for helping her to find Oliver.

A quiet huff seeped from Serena’s glossy painted lips, eyes flickering down to the dainty watch on her wrist. “I wish I could stay and chat more, but I’m late for an appointment with my masseuse.” Raising her steely gaze again to settle uneasily on you. “Look after yourself.” There was no true emotion behind her words, simply turning on her expensive Louboutin and stalking away with her head held high.

The second that Serena was out of sight you entered the restroom, standing in front of the mirror and taking a few breaths to calm yourself. There was something about that woman that made you extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t like you were some pushover, but every biting comment from that witch made you just want to give up. Perhaps it was years of endless battles and her reminding you that you weren’t good enough for her precious son, or perhaps it was that you didn’t have the energy to fight her anymore now that you didn’t want Oliver anymore.

After a few moments of solitude, you exited the restroom, wandering across the restaurant to join Bucky and Steve back at their table, sitting between them both. “Everything okay?” Bucky questioned, as if he had some weird ability to know that something was wrong. “Oh, nope. I’m great.” You could tell that Bucky wasn’t convinced. “Just a little headache, maybe one too many mimosas, I never was a good day drinker.” You smirked, tapping the side of your champagne flute.

A warm chuckle came from Steve as his hand drifted up and down your spine, his attempt to comfort you. “I did try and warn you, sweetheart.” He muttered. “There is no use trying to keep up with Buck.” Then shooting his brunette partner a playful wink. “Just let us settle the bill and we’ll get you home for a nap, hmm?” The idea of curling up on their comfortable couch for an hour sounded like a dream.

As the waiter approached for payment you were just about to snatch your card from your purse, but Bucky was much quicker. He placed down his glossy black card before you even figured out the final total. They kept assuring you that you could pay for the next outing, but they always seemed to change their minds last minute. It was clear they were both wealthy, most people didn’t walk around with luxury bank cards in their wallets, driving in the flashiest cars and living in prime real-estate, but there were times when you wanted to spoil them too.

After collection your personal items, like bags and coats, you all wandered out into the crisp afternoon air. The sight of Sam leaning against his Mercedes was something that you couldn’t ignore. He certainly wasn’t there when you had all arrived, but he looked like he had something he needed to say. Approaching the two he took Bucky to one side and began to mutter lowly to him about whatever was troubling him. “C’mon, bunny.” Steve’s hand pressed against your lower back. “I think that Bucky is gonna be needed at work.” At work… like, at his mob work. That violent side just wasn’t something that you could easily ignore, but would it be better for you and the relationship to just be ignorant.

Popping open the door Steve guided you into the passenger seat before approaching Sam and Bucky, finding out the story of whatever was going to be dragging Bucky away. Once he was sufficiently filled in Bucky leaned in to press a hard kiss to his lips whilst Sam wandered back to climb into his Mercedes and wait patiently with the engine rumbling. You hadn’t realised that Bucky had approached Steve’s car until the door popped open and he knelt beside you. “I’ve got some work to see you, bunny.” Then taking your hand to press a soothing kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll see you at the club later with Stevie.” Tugging you towards him to pepper your lips with a few kisses and then tugging himself away.

Bucky then returned to Sam’s car, whilst Steve went back to his own. He climbed in and sat beside you, watching them both speed off down the street and then look over to you. “We should get home. How are you feeling?” Simply you shrugged, knowing that they both were in this dangerous job now left you worrying for their safety when moments like this occurred, it certainly wasn’t like you were seeing them off to some simple office job. “Baby, there isn’t anything to worry about.” It was almost as if Steve was reading your mind, maybe he had those same concerns whenever he was apart from Bucky. “I don’t trust many people by Bucky’s side, but Sam and Nat, I trust them. They’re our family. They’ve been with us for years; we’ve grown up with them.”

“Is he going to be doing something dangerous?” You asked, trying to convince yourself that you didn’t want to know specific details, but also wanting to know that Bucky wasn’t walking into shoot out. “He’s only going to be dealing with a subordinate. The guy has been causing us some trouble and Sam thinks he has some lead on him.” You nodded; it seemed that Steve wasn’t about to give you any details either. “Anyway, we should get you home.” He decided once again, starting his car with a thunderous roar before tearing off down the street too.

The nap that you shared with Steve was everything that you had been dreaming off. The two of you cuddled up on their comfortable couch, ample room for you both to spread out with fuzzy blanket thrown over you both. Those dangerously strong arms wrapped around your frame, tugging your back against his chest whilst he snored lowly into your throat and the silence of the room was filled by some old sitcom on the TV.

It had worked wonders in taking your mind off whatever Bucky could be doing, or whatever trouble he could be getting into. As you stirred from your slumber your groggy attention was drawn to the TV, becoming consumed in watching as the two characters on screen made up after some initial bickering, vowing to always be friends and always be there for one another. It was cheesy, but it made you think back to Wanda. A sad sigh fell from your lips as you thought to her at this time, not knowing if she was recovering well from the break-in or continuing to worry and dwell.

It was difficult to leave that bridge broken. Wanda had been such an important part of your life for such a long time now, it wasn’t the first time you had both fallen out, but this had been the longest that you hadn’t spoken before. You knew that you needed to make this right, if she was willing to stand your presence then you certainly had some explaining to do.

You feel the way that Steve begins to stir from behind you, squeezing you a little tighter against his muscular form. “Steve, I think I might visit Wanda today.” It was still mid-afternoon and that fuzziness from the mimosas had finally flooded away from your mind now. “I can’t leave things like this with her.”

“I get it.” His voice was adorably groggy, clearing his throat softly and letting out a soft exhale against your throat. “Do you really think she’d be ready to speak with you yet? You said she was pretty pissed with you.” Steve reminded you, one night after a few too many wines you had spilled everything to Steve and Bucky about what had happened between you two.

Your voice was tiny in response. “I don’t know.” Then letting out a small sigh. “But I need to try. I know if I can just be in the same room as her then I’ll be able to explain myself.” You leaned back against Steve then and just allowed yourself to relax. “And at least apologise for Bucky showing up like he did.” “Probably wise, apologising doesn’t come naturally to Bucky.” Then leaning down to press a soft kiss under the shell of your ear. “But sweetheart, you know that Bucky didn’t mean any harm, right?” You simply nod in response. “I know. I get it. It was just bad timing, but it still hurt Wanda’s feelings and it still caused trouble in our friendship, something I cherish dearly.”

After a few more moments of lounging together you forced yourself to your feet, stretching softly and gazing back at Steve. “Do you want me to come with you?” “No, it’s okay.” Tugging your hoody on and continuing. “I think we need to talk alone. Plus, how am I gonna talk about you if you’re there~” You tease as a big grin flashes onto your face.

“Oh, so you’re gonna talk about me? I thought it was Bucky that was in trouble.” He responded, quirking a brow and smirking. “Well, you didn’t stop him from making that mistake.” Then giggling as you wandered around the couch. “Yeah, it isn’t that often that I can stop Bucky from making a mistake, sweetheart.” Steve then called back to you, causing your laughter to float through the home.

You spent some time waking up after your nap and priming yourself to be a little more presentable before heading from the townhouse. Steve had insisted on driving you to Wanda’s bakery, but you had been persuasive enough to let him leave the two of you alone to talk out your problems. He pulled up beside the store and leaned over to gift you a short, but inspiring kiss. “Just call me when you need a ride home. I’ll be close.” It didn’t particularly surprise you that Steve would linger, you simply nodded and then climbed from his luxurious car to approach the bakery.

It was quiet as you stepped inside, there were a few customers placed in seats but mostly empty, which wasn’t unusual for this time. It did feel as if the space had returned to some type of normalcy, though you were sure that wasn’t the case for Wanda or Vision. Their home was just above the bakery, this asshole had completely invaded their privacy, wrecked their sense of comfort in their home and workplace.

“Oh, hey…” The familiar voice of Pietro caught your attention. “We haven’t seen you around here in a while.” He mentioned whilst his hands fiddling with the front of his apron, sheepishly avoiding your gaze. “If you’re looking for Wan then she’s in the back.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

“Did she say anything to you about me?” You quizzed, trying to eke out as much information before approaching Wanda as possible. Pietro simply shrugged, stepping aside so that you could use the door to step past him towards the kitchen area.

From all this time you’d know Wanda you knew that the kitchen was where she felt at her most serene. Wanda had told you all these stories of learning to cook and bake from her Mother back in her home country. It was heart-breaking to think that the twins had been torn away from their home whilst they were still so young, losing what little family that they had and having to try and survive growing up in the system.

As you entered the kitchen you caught sight of Wanda standing at her workstation, focusing on a dough, beating it aggressively against the counter. “Are you pretending that dough is me?” There was no denying the tiny smile that broke across Wanda’s lips. “No, I’m pretending it’s the person who broke into my bakery…” Yet another loud slam of dough connecting with the shiny aluminium countertop.

After a few short moments of silence, Wanda asked. “How are your parents?” Still, she didn’t meet your gaze. “Oh, they’re okay.” You settled with a tender shrug of your shoulders. “It was good to see them and to get out of town for a while, just to be able to clear my head.” Casually you leaned back against the refrigeration unit. It was like you could feel this giant chasm between you two, never had your relationship felt so awkward and stiff before, usually you both could talk about anything or anyone, but now it just felt like you were bottling up all these secrets from her. “That’s good.” Wanda quipped.

The tension was beginning to be unbearable. A deep sigh pulled from your throat as you requested. “Wan, will you just look at me for a second?” In a slow but restrained way Wanda craned her neck to meet your eyeline. “I didn’t come here to make small talk and pretend like nothing happened. I came here to try and make things right with you.” Your words were sincere enough to make Wanda fully turn in your direction, removing her gloves to then cross her arms over her chest. “Wanda, I have been selfish and insensitive your pain. I couldn’t imagine what you could have been going through and I didn’t know because I wasn’t there either. I’m sorry, Wanda. If I could have done things different, I would in a heartbeat.”

There was this long beat of silence, it made you stomach twist and turn in apprehension. The last thing you wanted to do was lose your friendship with Wanda. You just wanted to go back to when things were good with her. “Thank you for saying that.” Her voice was sweet and sincere, seeing small tears lining her eyes that made your heart sink. Without thinking you rushed across the room, wrapping your arms around her and holding her tight against your frame. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight at the time.”

“Wanda, it’s okay.” You assured her gently, rubbing her back to show that you truly meant what you were saying. Pulling back, she gazed up at you before muttering softly. “I’m glad you came to see me. I was worried that I might’ve scared you away for good.” She sniffled a few times before taking a step back to leave a little distance between you both.

“Heh. You’d have to do better than that to get rid of me, Wanda.” Then gifting her a playful push on the shoulder which made her hiccup out a sad little laugh. “So, I guess the cops haven’t made any progress in finding the thief?” You assumed, tying your arms over your chest and looking at her with a compassionate expression.

The redhead simply sighed and responded. “Nope. That asshole is probably long gone now with a bag full of money from the register and… and my mom’s locket.” You heart dropped, eyes shooting over to the hook where the precious piece of jewellery hung. It was a priceless family heirloom, the only thing that she had left that had belonged to her mother. “I don’t even care about the money, but… but the necklace…” She sniffled a few times before shaking her head, pushing away those negative emotions. “I can’t keep dwelling on it. I just need to accept it.”

“I can’t believe anyone would be that heartless.” You muttered coldly, shaking your head, eyes lingering over on that hook. It felt so strange that necklace now being there, like something was missing, as if a person was gone. It had always felt like Wanda’s mother had looked over the kitchen, she had been there through the good and the bad times, but now stolen it felt a lot colder in there. “Yeah.” Her voice was small, shaking her head before grabbing a new set of gloves to return to her dough.

You just wanted to make this right for her. “Maybe… Maybe we could go to some pawnshops around the city? Maybe they would have tried to pawn it for money, you know?” You offered, trying to find some solutions, or find some hope to this already awful situation. “I had that same idea. Pietro and I went to some, but none of them had it or had seen it.” You simply frowned in defeat. “Oh…” You muttered.

A tired sigh came from Wanda as she shook her head. “I’ve just been focusing on other things, just to get my mind off it… I’ve taken up pottery, there is this cute little shop a few blocks over, the owner is nice. We talk a little about business and they are even talking about starting a community watch, which I’m on board for.” She explained, this sounded positive, something good for Wanda to put her focus into, she always had been a force to be reckoned with.

“That’s great.” You smiled a little. “That sounds like a really good cause Wanda.” It felt good to encourage her to be doing something good with all this anger. “Yeah, and I spoke to them about security businesses too…” You stomached dropped at her words, this was something you had been dreading talking to her about. “They said something about some sketchy guys coming to pay them a visit, offering their services to keep trouble away.”

You gulped. “Oh… right…” Then gnawing on your lower lip for a moment. “You’re talking about Bucky…” She simply hummed, gazing over her shoulder towards you to see if you were going to try and protect him. “Wanda, I promise that there weren’t any ill-intensions behind his actions. It was just a mixture of bad timing and emotions being high.” You explained. “He is very sorry though, Wanda. He never meant to offend you or hurt you.” Bucky hadn’t said those words specifically, but you knew that they were true, he had nothing against Wanda and would never want to hurt her.

“So, you made a decision, huh? You’re together now?” Wanda assumed, you nodded. “With them both? Like, a throuple, or something?” These were the types of questions that you had been fearful of answering, but the answer slipped so easily from your lips it surprised you. “Yeah, we are. It wasn’t something I really thought about exploring before but we’re trying.”

She nodded. “Just be careful.” Wanda’s voice was tiny, gifting you a concerned look. “I don’t wanna see you end up hurt.” With all the information that she had about Steve and Bucky she’d couldn’t explain it, but she just knew there was something dangerous about them. From meeting Bucky to hearing what Pietro and Detective Danvers said. It was all a strange mixture of danger and concern, but all she cared about was then you were safe.

“I’m fine, Wan.” You assured her with a gracious smile. “I’m really fine.”

It was nice spending some time catching up with Wanda. After the shop closed the two of you curled up onto a couch with a couple coffees and just spoke about all the things that you’d missed. Wanda explained how that Vision got a promotion in his tech job, so they’re looking to move out of the apartment above the shop and into a bigger one. That meant that they were starting to think about having kids too. “Nothing is concrete yet, but Vis mentioned that it could be something he’d want soon. Just after we’ve settled into our new place.”

The news shocked you. That type of news always shocked you. The thought of your friends moving into new phases of their lives, having babies, getting married, travelling the world. Rather than dwell on your own phase of life you simply smiled and Wanda and said. “I can’t wait to be a Godmother.” She laughed in response, leaning forward to place down her mug on the table.

The conversation shifted then to her asking plenty of questions about your budding relationship with Bucky and Steve, easy questions at first like sleeping situations and such, but then bordering into deeper questions that left you feeling a little hot and stuttering over the answers.

Eventually you decided that it was late enough that you should probably call Steve to come collect you. It didn’t take long for his luxurious car to pull up kerbside. The two of you wandered outside to where Steve was just climbing from his car. “Hey there…” Steve greeted Wanda kindly before leaning down and gifting you a kiss, holding you tightly to his side. “Hey.” Her voice was tight, clearly still a little guarded in Steve’s presence.

“I guess we’ll be spending a little more time together.” He assumed, looking down at you with a wink before then back over at Wanda. “We were gonna be heading to a club tonight, if you wanted to join us?” It was beginning to become clear that you and Wanda were in two very different stages of life, she was trying for a baby and moving apartments and you were going to the club with your boyfriends for an evening of dancing and drinking. It wasn’t bad it was just different.

“Thanks, but I can’t. I’ll need to get up early to open tomorrow morning.” She then gestured behind her. “Yeah, we understand.” Steve squeezed your hip. “Maybe we could set up a dinner for another night.” It warmed you heart as Wanda extended an olive branch, it wasn’t Steve or Bucky were going anywhere so the fact that she was trying to mend bridges really meant a lot to you. “I’ll text you some dates.” She assured you before gifting you a soft smile, things really were going back to normal.

After you said your goodbyes to Wanda, you bundled yourself into Steve’s car and allowed him to speed you down the street towards the townhouse. Happily, you informed Steve about everything you had spoken about with Wanda, explaining how you had made up with her and that things were beginning to feel normal again. Just from the smile on Steve’s face you could tell that he was genuinely happy that you had made mends with your friend.

Once the two of you returned to the townhouse you both went to get ready for a night out. You spent time ensuring that everything was prim and perfect, brushing down your outfit as you glanced at yourself in the mirror. “Goddamn…” A low huff came from behind you, in the reflection you watched as Steve stepped up behind you, his warm hands finding your waist tugging you close to his frame as he cups and caressed at your curves. “How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?”

“I don’t…” You giggled in response, leaning your head back against him. A low growl came from the blonde, pressing his crotch into your ass for just a moment before pulling back. “Our ride is waiting.” He explained, trying to keep his voice firm, as if fighting every inner thought that was telling him to throw you down and never make it to the club – maybe that was something you wanted too.

Regardless, you headed out onto the street where a sleek towncar was eagerly waiting, Steve popped open the door and allowed you to climb inside first before sinking in after, wrapping his arm over your shoulder and tugging you into his side warmly. “Is everything okay with Bucky? I sent him a message, but…” “He’s fine, bunny.” Steve replied evenly, keeping his eyes focused forward on the traffic, almost as if he was weighing up any dangers that might’ve been lurking out there. “Just dealing with some business. Nothing to worry about.”

After a short ride you arrived at the club that they owned, climbing out there was a line of people waiting outside. Steve rounded the car and took your hand, leading you to the front and straight through the door. The ability to be able to skip almost any line was something that you could certainly get used to. You remembered first moving to the City, having to queue up outside almost any venue or club in all temperatures, it was something that you’d gladly leave behind.

Allowing you to step inside first Steve’s hands stayed firmly on your waist, guiding you through the crowded floor area. It was clear that these people knew that Steve was important as each of them parted to allow you both passage. Without wasting another moment Steve was leading you up to the private area, it was overlooking the entire club, adorned with plush couches and ice buckets filled with champagne bottles. Looking towards Steve he collapsed back onto one of the couches, kicking his feet up onto the glass table as he told a waitress a very specific order of drinks and then winked towards you as he patted the space beside him.

“So…” You began, wandering towards him and slinking down. “You own this place?” You quizzed, voice a little raised to try and combat the rolling bass that was pumping just beneath you both. In response Steve simply nodded, rubbing his hand over the expanse of your back in a comforting way. “You know, I used to come here back when I was in college…” He quirked a brow then. “I, uh… I had a good friend who could make fake IDs.” You snickered, shaking your head as you remembered just how your heart would race every time you pass it over to a bouncer.

“Fake ID?” There was clear amusement to his tone. “Oh, and here we were thinking that you were this good girl~” Those talented fingers tickled against your frame making you squirm beside him, sitting upright Steve leaned in close, pressing a few wayward kisses against your shoulder and throat. “I am a good girl. I just like to have a little fun too.” You purred, scrunching your nose in a playful way as you turned to be closer, brushing your lips against this own.

Just as you were about to sink into a passionate kiss your drinks arrived, plucking the colourful cocktail from the tray and smirking as you wrapped your lips seductively around the straw and taking a long swig. “Mmm, oh. This is fantastic.” You announced happily, taking another swig. “Oh, you just have to try this.” Then urging as you held your glass towards him.

Slipping it from your fingers Steve inspects it for a moment before smirking and responding. “Gladly.” In a moment his hand slid around the back of your throat, pulling you forward into that passionate kiss you’d missed only moments ago. Daringly his tongue slid into your mouth, swirling and lapping at your own before forcing himself to tug away and humming in approval. “You’re so right, baby. It’s delicious.” He smirked, licking those perfect lips so slowly it taunted you.

Shortly after you ordered another round of drinks, it seemed that Steve had someone close at all time running drinks. It was like your own little slice of Heaven up in the private section, you weren’t completely drowned in a sea of people, clambering over each other to attempt to grab the attention of the overly busy bartenders or fighting off grabby hands that were vying for your attention. No, instead all you had to focus on was Steve and that was something you could happily live with.

Soon enough your eyes began to wander, watching the people on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with one another. It was filling you with this sense of restlessness, wanting to be sharing that experience with Steve. With slightly lowered inhibition you glanced towards Steve and asked quicky. “Do you wanna dance?”

There was a long pause as Steve was mid drink sip, looking at you before chuckling. “Do I wanna dance? No thanks, Bunny.” He scoffed, shaking his head which made you crease your brow and respond in confusion. “Well, what is the point of owning a club if you don’t wanna dance?” It was a simple enough question that made Steve chuckle as he ordered another round of drinks, flagging down a nearby staff member and describing what he wanted them to fetch.

As they diligently listed to the order you stated confidently. “I want to dance. I’m gonna dance.” Raising up from the couch and rounding for the exit to the private section before Steve could even react. “Bunny!” He grumbled before calling your name as you briskly moved down the steps towards the dance floor.

The music was louder down there, people yelling and cheering around you in their groups, couples grinding against one another as you manoeuvred through them all. Sinking further and further into the crowd you allowed the music to slowly take over, just letting loose and having some fun like you had initially planned.

After a few moments of dancing alone a set of hands found your waist, tugging you backwards against a firm chest and gasping about to turn give that person a piece of your mind but a set of lips brushing against the shell of your ear made you freeze. “You shouldn’t run from me like that, bunny.” Steve muttered firmly in your ear, hips grinding into your rear as you both swayed to the music. “I hardly ran, Steve.” You chided back. “Plus, doesn’t seem like you don’t like to dance~”

“I don’t…” He grumbled, yet his hips continued to circle and grind against your own in a rhythmic way. His hands wound around your frame, touching and groping at parts of your band that he had been craving to touch for weeks, parts that he had been dreaming about, thing that Bucky had simply told him about.

His perfect lips ghosted against your throat, lapping and suckling at your skin causing you to lean back into him, mouth parting in ecstasy, practically panting as you allowed yourself to sink further into Steve.  “Let me take you home.” He growled in your ear. “I can’t stand all these people and I just need you, Bunny.” The words made a sweet whine escape from your lips. “Say yes, bunny. Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you too, Stevie.” You purred simply, suddenly those strong arms locked securely around your frame and Steve was guiding you towards the exit. Both clambering into the back of a waiting towncar and speeding off down the street as Steve grumbled at the driver to move it. The two of you were so enthralled in each other you didn’t notice the perverse glances that the driver was getting from his rear view mirror.

Soon enough you arrived back at the townhouse, Steve climbed out first before pulling you alongside him. A quick yelp escaped your lips as he lifted you from your feet, carrying you up the steps and into the house. Your hands guided his face to your own, kissing him with passion and lust, giggling as he practically sprinted up the stairs two at a time.

Entering the bedroom Steve allowed you to drop onto the bed, giggling as you bounced on the soft material. “Steve!” He dropped onto your frame, kissing you again feverishly, causing soft whimpers and moans to pull from your throat. “Easy now, Stevie. You might break her~” The sound of Bucky’s voice acme from across the room, causing you to gasp as you tugged away from the kiss and glanced in his direction. You were both certainly a sight for his tired eyes, clothes bunched, lips swollen hair tousled. “Go on…” He urged with a playful smirk on his lips.

Without hesitation Steve found your lips again, sinking his tongue into your mouth and evading and dominating you in that exact moment. You could feel his hands winding around your frame, pushing up the material of your dress over your hips. You were overly aware of Bucky’s presence, glancing at his wandering form, dress shirt unbuttoned loosely to allow his chest to be exposed and unbuckling his watch as he took a seat beside you both.

It was a big distraction, especially the moment that the top half of your dress was tugged down to expose your breasts, bouncing before both of their eyes and causing Steve to grunt out. “Fuck yes~” That dangerous tongue sliding from his mouth, swirling around your nipple lovingly. You gaped at the action, arching your back and unable to tear your eyes away from Bucky who simply smirked as he brushed his nimble fingers over your features delicately. “Look at Stevie.” He commanded in a soft tone.

“Ow!” A sharp noise came from your throat as Steve’s teeth nipped at your nipple. “You keep your eyes on me, sweetheart or else we’re gonna have problems.” He threatened teasingly. Slowly he began to kiss down your frame, taking in every inch of your sweet skin, humming and nuzzling his face into your soft flesh until finally he was seat between your legs. “Shit…” He muttered softly, gasping as you felt Steve peel your panties down, handing them off to Bucky who took them and brought them up to his nose to inhale deeply. “Fucking perfect.” He growled.

“Damn right she is.” Steve chuckled in response, spreading your legs and humming as he presses a couple stray kisses to your inner thighs. “Steve, you don’t have to do that…” The only response that Steve gifted you was his sudden attack on your cunt, lapping and suckling with his talented tongue as he sank down to get more comfortable between your legs. “Ohfuck~” You cried out, arching your back harshly off the mattress. “Ho-ohh-ly… Ohgod~”

“Does that feel good, bunny?” The sound of Bucky’s warm voice invaded your thoughts, prying your eyes open to look at him, feeling his fingers softly drawing lines over your face. “You’re our good girl, aren’t you? Hmm?” You nodded, mouth open and small drip of drool running down the side of your face. “Can’t imagine the things that we’re gonna do to you. We’re gonna ruin you, bunny. Destroy you.” You made a soft noise and it made Bucky chuckle in response, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be our pretty bunny girl. Our little cum slut.”

A noise of appreciation slipped from your throat as Steve sunk two fingers into your waiting cunt, causing you to whiner and whimper. “We’re gonna fuck every hole, bunny. Gonna give you everything. Gonna show you things you didn’t know were possible or hadn’t seen before.” Your eyes closed when suddenly Bucky’s hand tightened on your cheeks, smooching them together and forcing you to look up at him. “Eyes open, sweetheart. We’re not through with you yet.” “B-uh-ucky…” You whimpered. “St-Stevie~” You cried eyes shooting down to where he was thoroughly enjoying eating your swollen and weeping pussy.

The more that Bucky spoke and Steve acted the faster your orgasm was building, whining and babbling about how you were close only made them both smile, Bucky caressed your face, muttering soft little compliments whilst Steve pumped his fingers quicker, pummelling his fingers tips against a special spot that made your entire frame shudder and tremble. “C’mon, bunny. Cum for us. Show us how much you adore us.” Bucky pressed causing you to final succumb to your orgasm, arching your back and calling out in pure passion and ecstasy.

With the way that Steve’s fingers and tongue moved it felt as if your orgasm went on for hours, feeling completely exhausted by the time you were coming down, whining and scooting away from Steve’s frame. “Easy, Stevie…” Bucky smirked. “Let our girl breathe…” He commanded as you felt your eyes beginning to get heavier and heavier, body sinking further into the mattress. “Don’t worry, Stevie. I’ll take care of you whilst our girl rests.” Those were the last words you heard before your sleepy brain took over, you wanted to keep your eyes open to witness the delicious act but it was all too much for your body.

You were unsure how long later you awoke, eyes open and feeling the presence of two warm bodies around you. A small smile pressed to your lips as Steve slumbered nosily in front of you, arm thrown over his face and sheets pushed aside from his warm body. Just behind you Bucky tucked himself around your frame, face pressed against your back and arm slung over your hip with his hand resting on Steve’s lower stomach.

For a moment you wondered if maybe you should remove yourself and return to your room, but you felt so secure with them around you, like there wasn’t anywhere else that you were supposed to be, like everything had been leading to this moment. A smile pressed to your lips as you sank back down into the comfortable sheets and closed your eyes falling back into that peaceful slumber with ease.

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[natashadied4oursins]

Nice Like That (Steve x Reader)

Pairing: Soft Mafia!Steve x Female Reader/OC

Summary: Steve’s musings about a life-changing decision he’s made for his lady.

Author’s Notes: Third person POV. Reader not in scene. It’s just Steve alone in his office thinking/reminiscing.

Warnings: swearing, controlling Steve, protective Steve, possessive Steve, stalking, premarital sex (oh no!)

Word count: 1580

Nice Like That

Steve leaned back in his office chair with a satisfied smirk, his feet propped on his desk. Anyone seeing his face would think he’d just made some shrewd, calculated business move on the chessboard that was the New York City mafia world when inside he was as giddy as a motherfucking school boy. He’d decided the woman he’d been seeing for the last couple of weeks would move in with him that afternoon. He ordered Sam to pack up her stuff from her dingy apartment and take care of any financial penalties that might accrue with her landlord and roommates. He was nice like that.

The impact that woman had on him was so unexpected when he saw her dancing with her girlfriends at one of his clubs. She was more than just pretty; she was sexy even in a green sundress similar to the dresses he’d sworn he’d seen the ladies at church wear. She stood out—not because she wore such a modest dress, but because of the way said dress hugged her tits, hips, and the top of her ass; her curves just refused to be hidden away.

She didn’t seem like a regular club-goer, but she sure was having fun with her girls. She was laughing, waving her arms in the air, and swaying her hips. She wasn’t much of a dancer, but he loved watching her just the same. She jumped giggling when he lightly touched her hips from behind. She turned meeting his eyes, and she became quiet, her lips giving a hint of a smile.

It took him a bit longer than it should’ve to stop staring and lower his lips next to her ear to ask her to dance. Now, Steve Rogers does not ask girls to dance. No. He just grabs their hips and dances with them and they are usually all for it. No big deal. This girl was way too classy for that…in her twenty-dollar-Target-looking dress.

It was funny. She tried to appear so cool and confident--even though she gulped when his breath was on her skin when he asked her to dance--and she answered his question with a nonchalant shrug and a cute little smirk. Her breath hitched when he pulled her body close to his. He respected the effort. He was used to people trying to look tough around him. He liked catching her off guard. He liked feeling her shudder under his touch.

He made out with her in the VIP section while her friends ordered whatever they wanted a few feet away. He convinced her to go home with him before he got too riled up and had to have her sit on his dick right there and then. He’d told himself she’d just be a quick lay, but deep down he knew it was bullshit. Instead, he ended up spending the entire weekend in bed with her at his estate.

Steve had talked her into calling in sick that weekend, but he couldn’t convince her to quit her job so he’d be able to see her more. He’d promised to pay her bills for a whole fricking year, but she said she didn’t need a sugar daddy. He made sure to get Little Miss Independent’s number before dropping her off at her place. He didn’t last five fucking minutes before calling her about having dinner with him at one of his restaurants the following night. He had Bucky rearrange his schedule—it must’ve been a pain in the ass and he was sure he pissed off a few people, but Steve had to see her again.

He sent a nice blue, flowy chiffon dress to her apartment ahead of time for her to wear to the restaurant. He didn’t care what she wore, but he didn’t want her to feel out of place. He just knew what pricks rich people could be--even though none would dare openly insult any lady on Steve Rogers’ arm, especially in his own restaurant.

She actually thanked him for the dress because she didn’t have anything to wear to such a fancy place. He was relieved she didn’t feel insulted, and now he knew there were some gifts she’d accept from him. She was stunning and even turned a few heads making Steve both proud and irritated anyone would look at his lady. That’s right—his lady.

He had her talk about herself during dinner; he wanted to know everything about her. (They hadn’t done a lot of talking during their weekend together.) He’d also had Sam do a thorough background check on her, but the file was still in his office unread. It somehow felt wrong to read it just before their date—like it’d be invading her privacy or something. He’d also had Bucky follow her around to gather more information about her daily life and routine…and to make sure no one touched what was his.

When Steve asked her to dance, she reluctantly agreed warning him she wasn’t a good dancer. He knew; he didn’t care. “You looked pretty good dancing at my club last Friday,” he couldn’t help but tease. She actually blushed. He’d seen her naked for an entire weekend, but she was anxious about where to put her feet while she was covered up in some classy, flowy dress that highlighted all her curves? It was adorable.

Steve just wanted to hold her again, so dancing seemed like the logical solution. He didn’t want her to think he just wanted sex from her. He wanted her. He knew he was falling hard for her like some pathetic schmuck, but he just couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck.

He wanted all of her. It was cheesy, but he wanted to keep her deepest secrets, banish her insecurities and fears; he wanted her to tell him her hopes and dreams so he could make them come to life. He wanted everything. He wanted to give her everything.

She’d flinched when he put his hand on her hip. He smiled remembering how rough they’d been with each other that last weekend. She was probably still sore other places too. He had his own reminders--she actually drew blood during the many times her nails dug along his back during their time together.

With what she told him, and the information Sam and Bucky gathered, Steve learned that she lived with roommates she found online and worked as a waitress at one of those 24-hour diners. (He did not like the thought of her working overnight--vulnerable to shady customers). She’d been a foster kid who’d struggled a lot in school. He’d known foster kids growing up in his neighborhood, and Sam, a former counselor, confirmed it was common for foster kids to have their education “disrupted.” The fact that she was putting herself through college in her late twenties impressed Steve. She was tough and resilient, and he was so proud of her.

Steve also learned she volunteered with current foster kids, and she occasionally worked at a homeless soup kitchen. He couldn’t believe how fucking pure she was! She was definitely too good for him. He almost felt guilty for dragging her into his world. Almost. As much as he admired and respected her, he was a selfish bastard and there was no way he was going to let her go. She belonged to him now.

The thought of not coming home to her every night after a long day of making deals, busting skulls, reining in hotheads and bribing politicians then waking up next to her and making love to her every morning and do the whole thing over again solidified his decision. There was no way he was going to deprive himself of her sweet comfort.

He’d have to limit her excursions and have a bodyguard with her at all times—maybe Romanoff or Belova or both--he had to protect his girl. He was happy to let her continue some of her volunteering on top of letting her finish school since both were so important to her. That way she’d have a life outside their home—he was nice like that.

Steve would have to be patient and understanding with her. She’d be in shock from the sudden move to his house and his world. Yes, her movements would be limited because of how dangerous his world was, but she’d also want for nothing—all she’d have to do is snap her pretty little fingers and he’d fetch whatever she wanted like a goddamn golden retriever.

He’d give her her dream wedding even if it took months to plan—if it was up to him, they’d get married at the court house that very day. He was even willing to wait until she finished her degree before getting her pregnant. (She'd be such a good mother!) He was nice like that. She was a smart girl; she’d adjust eventually and he’d be with her every step of the way.

Steve checked the time. She would be leaving work soon and would be at her apartment in the next hour or so. He’d had Bucky reschedule his business dinner that evening so he could meet her at her—now former—apartment. It was only polite to tell her in person that she’d be moving in with him and that she’d be spending the rest of her life with him. He was nice like that.

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[sgrdoll]

Tranquility - Prologue

Synopsys - Innocent looking girl not so innocent. Mafia!Steve Rogers finds good use for her and her special talents. 

Warnings - abuse, murder, knives, mentions of drugs, spitting, biting, character death

Charlie’s first memory in this world was at age five. She was tiny, especially then, and the bigger girls on the playground made fun of her because of the street she lived on. 

“God, Kane Street is such a shithole,” the sixth graders would taunt her. 

It was true too. It was a shithole. There was garbage littered everywhere and addicts randomly lying on the street corners. It still killed Charlie to hear them say that though, her mother worked so hard on their home only for the very place it sat to be demeaned. Images of her mom cleaning the house tirelessly to the tune of 60’s music filled her little kindergarten brain.

That was Charlie’s first act of violence. She looked up at all of those big girls and she spit right in their faces, just as she had saw her father do to her mother. All of the girls jumped back in disgust, and when they did Charlie jumped at the opportunity to bite down on one of the wrists that dangled in front of her. Charlie bit as hard as she possibly could until she felt the sweet taste of blood. The girl whose wrist occupied her mouth shrieked loudly and ripped her arm out of Charlie’s vice grip. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She screamed at Charlie. 

Charlie stayed silent, she didn’t intend to talk to any of those girls. They didn’t deserve it, silence was another one of those tricks her father taught her. She just gave them a sweet smile and turned to go play on the monkey bars with her long blonde pigtails swinging behind her.

After that, Charlie’s acts of violence increased to a level beyond the control of the people around her. She would slap and bite and scream. She never seemed to punch, but things came to a crescendo when she learned to use knives. 

Her father was the first person she ever killed. She was 19 years old. Her mother was already long gone, leaving her with her abusive father. Charlie stabbed him. She didn’t even feel bad, he deserved it after all. He hurt her, and her mother. Charlie knew what she did wasn’t exactly morally sound, but he thrill of it all kept her safe from any remorse that might creep into her chest. 

That’s how Steve found her. Charlie’s asshole dad owed him money for drugs that he stole from one of Steve’s clubs. Steve had already had several run-ins with the man that was currently dead in the floor. Frankly, it was a relief that Steve didn’t have to do any of the dirty work. His eyes moved over to the tiny girl on the floor across from the dead man. She was sat with her legs out in front of her and blood all over the oversized blue shirt she wore. A kitchen knife was in her hands. She looked up at Steve with big blue eyes and tilted her head, “Who are you?”

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[that-d-bitch]

There’s this fic about Steve rogers and reader where Steve is all grumpy about work and she comes in all hot but he’s like “I don’t have time” and she’s all like “I’ll go find Bucky then” and he takers her on his desk and she’s like “yes yes yes” (direct quote) when he climbs up on the desk with her.

Help??

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[jamesbuchannan]

need help w a fic!!!! it’s a steve rogers fic and he’s either a biker or in mob boss and reader and him are in an arranged marriage and at one point he finds out she’s been searching for ways to leave the country and he gets really upset and offers to take her wherever she wants as long as she stays with him!!!!

thank u in advance!

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 16: DP in 1 hole - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: You were adamant about proving Steve wrong and doing something you’ve never done before.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome (f/m/m), double penetration in one hole, size kink, dom/sub, sir kink, masturbation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, overstimulated, teasing, kinda mean!steve, discussion of safe words, praise kink, creampie

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“Just…Just do it; I can’t take it, I promise. Please, sir!” Each word you sobbed seemed to stumble into the next as you begged so quickly, wiping your tear-stained face on the muscled shoulder. The man beneath ran his fingers over your scalp to try and calm you, ignoring the fact that his cock was still pressed so deep inside of your cunt that he was knocking into your cervix with each breath, let alone thrust. Bucky was holding you tightly from where you lay draped over his muscular body, both of your chests rubbing against one another, and from this position, it meant that the Brunette gang member could look over your shoulder to the other man on the bed.

“Oh baby girl, you sound so pretty when you’re begging like that”, Steve mocked with an air of arrogance, loving that your reactions were becoming more pathetic. One of his big hands was wrapped around his cock, pleasuring himself as he squeezed your arse cheek with the other. He had the perfect view from where he knelt in the centre of the bed, with Bucky and you led out in front of him; even though your back was facing him, he could see where your face was turned to the side, see the tear tracks down your cheek.

He couldn’t blame you for having this reaction; this had been going on for hours, and you’d been so good for him, but sometimes he and Bucky wanted to play, push you to your limits. In doing so, you became increasingly more pathetic and submissive, whimpering and needy for more until either Steve or Bucky enough was enough.

“You’ve done so well for us, Doll”, Bucky praised with a smirk as he kissed the back of your head, which, in turn, earned an eye roll from Steve as he knew his best friend was just trying to give you all the compliments so you’d cling to him more. “How many times has she orgasmed for us now, Stevie? 5? 6?”

Steve couldn’t help himself as he spanked your arse cheek, watching the jiggle of the muscle and the way you initially cried and jolted at the action but then moaned and perked your arse up to receive another one. Bucky also groaned at the impact as your walls had clamped down around his cock so tight that he almost came. Steve chuckled under his breath at the glare from Bucky, who had been trying to edge himself for the last half an hour and knowing what Steve was like, he wanted to see just how good his will strength was.

“She’s came so many times that she’s made a mess over the bed, haven’t you, Baby? And yet, you still want more? I don’t think you can handle any more, especially both of us”. Steve licked his bottom lip as he eyed your pretty hole, even wondering himself if this was even possible; yes, he’d seen it on porn, but two cocks in one hole? “We’re so big anyway, Honey; there’s no way you’ll be able to take both me and Bucky.” Steve taunts and earns even more of a desperate cry, more tears streaking down your cheeks.

“Pl-Please, Sir! Just try; I can take you both; I know I can”. To try and prove some kind of a point that you were not done with the fucking, you pushed yourself up slightly on Bucky’s chest and began to ride his cock. However, you were exhausted, and your cunt was puffy and sensitive, so it was more of a gentle roll than a harsh ride.

“That’s it, feel so good on top of me, Sweetheart”, Bucky groans, both hands on your hips to try and guide you slightly, completely forgetting about the double penetration idea for the moment all thoughts turned to the steadily moving wet warmth that moved around his shaft.

Steve’s arm wrapped around your chest from behind so that his hand secured around your jaw, pulling you flush against him; his mouth dipped to the shell of your ear, teasing with his teeth and causing a gasp to escape your lips. “If it hurts, what are you going to do?” he asks, his voice full of authority that was usually just saved for when he was at work.

“I’ll say my safe word”, you immediately answer, clarity clearing in your mind as your movements slowed, knowing that this discussion was necessary.

“Good girl. Now if my cock doesn’t fit next to Bucky’s, you’ll continue to be good, aren’t you, and not complain. We’ll just continue playing like we have been, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir, I understand”, you say without any sort of whimper or stutter noted as your eyes finally blinked open. Bucky smiled warmly up at you, which caused your hole to clench at just how handsome he was, but before he could react, Steve was releasing his hold on your face and pressing against your shoulders until you were lying flat against Bucky again.

You stopped rolling your hips and waited patiently for the next steps, which were Steve’s fingers. He didn’t need to use lube just yet as the blonde leader gathered some of your fluid from where you and Bucky were connected onto his index and middle finger. Ever so gently, he ran his fingers around the rim of your hole, near your perineum, as this was the area presented to him and where he was hoping to slip his cock into eventually.

With Bucky still inside, Steve ended up teasing him and stroking the two of you. Adding extra pressure, Steve slipped his fingers into your hole, following Bucky’s length until he reached the first knuckle. You were snug around his fingers as he managed to push in a couple of centimetres further until nearly to the second knuckle.

Steve pressed his hand on your lower back as he observed you taking a deep breath to keep all the muscles between your legs relaxed, which made it easier for the man to continue to stretch you.

“That’s amazing, Baby, you’re taking my fingers so well. Look at that! Taking two of my fingers and Bucky’s cock, aren’t you our special girl”. Steve’s praises helped to keep you relaxed as you smiled and warmed at the words he was saying like he was stroking the happy part of your mind.

Bucky bit his lip at the sensation, which was difficult to explain. As Steve stretched your hole, it made everything feel tighter, and just as he pushed deeper, he also had the stimulation of Steve touching the sensitive part of the underside of his cock.

“Just going to stretch you a little bit first, then I’ll add another finger”, Steve explained as his eyes trained between your face and pussy. He moved both of his fingers in semi-circles, trying to see how far your walls were willing to stretch.

Holding back a groan, he could feel how much you were trying not to clench and knew if they did succeed with this, he would lose his mind. He just hoped he didn’t cum as soon as he penetrated, which was a similar thought that Bucky had.

Scissoring his fingers around Bucky’s cock, Steve shifted closer so that a third finger could be added alongside the other two. You desperately moaned in Bucky’s chest, fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving nail crevices in his one fleshed shoulder.

Steve remained still for a few seconds, allowing you to adjust before moving in and out slowly. “Fuck Steve!” It wasn’t you who moaned but Bucky who had closed his eyes to try and concentrate on not cuming before the action had even begun. It felt so good to have his cock inside your puffy tight hole, but then to have fingers as well stroking along his shaft was unlike anything he’d experienced before.

Looking over your shoulder, you took a deep breath and tried to sound as confident as possible, the tears having now stopped as you remained calm. “Please, Steve, I can take it, just try”.

Steve ignored your pleas to hurry up and continued to stretch your pussy, twisting and spreading his fingers to give his cock extra space. Even though he was three fingers deep, he and Bucky were not exactly small in the cock division. This was why this fucking session had been going on for so long because they spent so much precious time making sure you were adequately stretched to take one of their cocks, let alone two at the same time.

There had been plenty of times where one of them had been fucking your cunt and the other in your arse but nothing to the extent of two cocks in one hole.

You sighed as Steve finally pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube, coating his cock thoroughly before wiping a generous blob onto your pussy. Moving his entire body closer, Steve began to prepare for the insertion.

“Remember: Safeword”, Steve said loudly enough that you glanced over your shoulder and nodded. “Take a deep breath for me, Baby”.

You did as instructed, filling your lungs to the brim with oxygen before slowly breathing out of your mouth, which is when you felt considerable pressure between your legs.

As Steve was so thoroughly lubed, his cock nearly slid in the wrong direction, so he had to push the tip of his cock hard against Bucky’s shaft and then knock his hips with a deep thrust. At first, he wasn’t sure he would get it into your pussy with how much resistance he was met with, but then it nudged beneath the rim and was welcomed into the dangerously tight warmth of your cunt.

You had expected it to hurt in some way, but to your happy surprise, all it initially felt like was the deep burn that came with stretching your cunt for a cock, just with increased intensity. It was an odd sensation to experience, like you were going to break at the first stretch, but as your body relaxed and more of his cock pushed in, everything was just thigh highest level of pleasure imaginable.

The screaming moan you released echoed around the bedroom as Steve’s cock penetrated until he, too, was caressing your cervix with the mushroom tip of his dick.

Bucky's hands were massaging over your arse, hips and back as he tried to keep himself under control. Having Steve’s cock moving against his but pressing hard with the limited room, the difference in textures between your gummy walls and the solidness of the shaft. The tightness was another experience, almost like a pretty vice trapping his cock to perfection.

“Holy shit, Baby! That’s it; stay nice and relaxed for us. I'm just going to let you get adjusted for a moment.” Seeing his and Bucky’s lengths fitting into one hole, Steve was mesmerised. He even contemplated reaching for his phone and taking a picture to show you the wondrous thing your body could achieve.

With your cunt stretched so far, Steve and Bucky were adamant that they could feel your pulse fluttering through your walls. Not only this, but you’d squirted over Bucky from just the stretch.

You knew that you were too squished between them both to take over right now and ride their cocks and also the exercise that your body was going through; you weren’t sure you even had the energy to push off of Bucky’s chest to find a good position.

Thankfully, Steve was more than prepared to fuck for the three of you. His two meaty hands joined Bucky’s over your hips as he ever so carefully began to rock his hips in the smallest of motions so that only an inch of his cock was moving in and out of your cunt.

As more of his length edged out before being pushed in, your entire body seemed to just give up with the tension running through it with the anticipation of the double penetration. Your limbs went slack, as well as your jaw, as your mouth opened in a perfect circle to allow the animalistic grunts and moans just to seep out.

“You sound so good when you moan like that”, Bucky gasped as he tried to fuck up with Steve, causing your body to jolt with the movements.

Soon, they were both fucking your pussy, Bucky, at a slow pace that allowed his cock to brush over all of the hyper-sensitive nerves of your g-spot and with the pressure of Steve’s cock pushing on him, you could feel every since ridge of Bucky. Steve, on the other hand, was able to fuck you with a bit more intensity, sweat beginning to drip down his temple, but he couldn’t give a shit about that right now, not when his girl was taking him so well. 

“I’m so proud of you, taking both of us so well; you feel so fucking good”. Steve’s voice sounded almost as desperate as your begging did earlier as his eyebrows knitted together with the pleasure taking over his body.

Bucky was watching Steve, feeling his length fucking against his, the tightness of your pussy, the moans you were all sharing; he knew his orgasm was impending. Steve could see this from how Bucky’s hands slackened, and the grunts stopped as he tried to concentrate on not orgasming.

To be truthful, Steve was also near his orgasm, and you’d been in a constant state of cumming since both cocks had slipped inside, the coil in your abdomen tight and fluttering with involuntary contractions around their cocks. Releasing the hold on your hip, Steve reached over to grab Bucky's jaw, forcing him to look up at his boyfriend and boss.

“Cum for me, Bucky, I know you want to. Let’s fill our girl up together, yeah? Make her drip with our cum, that’s it, fucking cum for me, Bucky”.

Steve tightened his hold on Bucky’s face and slammed into you with an increased pace that your eyes rolled back just in time for Bucky to cum, hard.

“Fuck! Holy-Shit-” Bucky cried out, his body withering beneath you like he wanted to arch his back but couldn’t be with you on top. You could feel the wetness and warmth of his seed as he spilt deep inside you.

“Good boy, look so pretty when you cum. Don’t you think so, Baby?” Steve asked you, but you weren’t paying attention, not when you were deeply lost in pleasure. Steve’s pace increased further as he fucked his way to orgasm a few seconds later. More cum filled your pussy, mixing with Bucky’s as it began to drip out of you. Steve’s head tilted back as he thrust through the orgasm until the shivers ceased, and he could take a minute to catch his breath.

Sitting back on his heels, Steve’s cock slipped out of your cunt first, swiftly followed by Bucky’s, meaning the blonde had the perfect view of your pulsing, gaping hole as it leaked with their seed, dripping out onto the sheets below.

Despite being half asleep due to exhaustion, you managed to whisper, “See, I told you I could do it”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sound so fucking pretty."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[disasterofastory]

The pretty little actress of Rogers - Part 4 (Steve Rogers x Reader)

The pretty little actress of Rogers Part 4 - First date // The pretty little actress of Rogers Masterlist Steve Rogers x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You are in an open marriage. It’s time for you to date.

What do you think?

With the short text, you send a photo of yourself in the mirror. Your hair is freshly done, and your makeup matches your dress. You got it from your husband. It was for your birthday, if you remember correctly. And probably that was the only occasion you wore it. It shows off everything you like about yourself and a bit more. The smoothness of your skin and the dips and curves of your body. The deep cut at the back shows off the soft line of your spine. You are really satisfied with the result, and giddiness flares up in your stomach every time you look at yourself.

Go and wrap him around your little finger.

The answer comes almost immediately, and you can't help but straighten your posture with a proud smile.

You can do it, Y/N. You can really do it.

You are at the entrance door of your apartment when your phone vibrates again with a message from your date. I'm here. -S. "Where are you going?" The question comes from the living room. Kent stands in front of the couch, watching you getting ready. Your warm coat falls over your shoulders. Heat creeps up on your face as you answer. "I have a date." "Co-worker?" "No," you reply. You feel uncomfortable talking about it, but it's one of your rules. "Just a man I met after one of our shows." "Well… have fun." "Thanks," you smile at your husband, trying really hard to keep the awkward grimace off your face. Going on a date while your husband is home and knows about it feels unnatural and weird. Feels like cheating. But that's the truth, doesn't it? At least in your mind. You are ready to cheat on your husband with his permission. But it was his idea. He wanted it. So you will do it.

"You are beautiful." Steve smiles at you from next to his car. The dark blue suit seems lighter under the streetlamp. The fabric stretches on his broad shoulders and thick arms. The shade compliments his bright eyes and long lashes. "Thank you," you reply. Your voice is tight. Your mind is still with your husband. "You look good too." "Are you ready?" He asks, opening the door of the vehicle for you. His smile is easy, and his eyes are on you the whole time as you get closer and closer. "Thank you," you repeat yourself again when his long fingers curve around your hand to help you onto the seat. His hold is firm but gentle. His thumb smooths over the soft skin of your wrist.

"Where are we going?" You ask him after a while. The inside of the car is warm, and soft music plays on the radio. "I know a great restaurant," he says. "If it's okay? We can do anything else." "No," you shake your head, watching the traffic around you. "It sounds good." "Are you okay?" He asks. "Did you change your mind about our date?" "No," you exhale. You really have to shake Kent off your mind if you want to enjoy your night with Steve. And you really want to enjoy it. You deserve it. "I just… It's my first real date." "Oh," he smiles. "Then I have to make it amazing, don't I?" "Yes," you grin at him. "I have high expectations." "Good," he nods, glancing at you. "I intend to jump all of them."

The restaurant is elegant and beautiful. Quiet music mixes with the conversations around the tables in the background, and fairy lights lit up the place hanging from the ceiling. Green plants cover the walls, and candles burn here and there. "It's beautiful," you say, looking around when a blonde woman leads you to a table in the back. "I'm glad you like it," Steve smiles, pulling out the chair for you before taking a seat at the other side of the table. As he moves, his large hand caresses your bare back for a moment. The feeling disappears immediately, but it is enough to send shivers down your back. "Do you come here often?" "Every now and again when the occasion is worth it." "So I'm worth it?" You smile. You want to sound teasing, but it comes out more shyly. Your gaze is on the table. The tablecloth is bright white, and two candles burn in the middle. The flames dance next to each other. "Of course you do," he nods. "I really hoped you would call me." "I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner. I needed some time." "Understandable," he nods again. Steve doesn't want to start your date with this, but he really needs some answers. Just to make sure what he has to do to get you. "Can I ask something?" "Of course." "How does it work between you two?" "Well…" you can't hide your grimace. It's humiliating and uncomfortable. "He goes on dates. I go on dates," you shrug. "We have some rules, of course, but that's it." "And I'm your first date?" "Yes," you put down your menu and order before you continue. "I needed time to warm up to the idea." "Then I guess it wasn't your idea?" "No," you scoff. "It was his idea and…" you shrug again. "I went with it." "I hope I don't offend you, but your husband is an idiot." He really is. Steve can't imagine how a man can share you with others. Just the thought of another touching you makes his blood boil, and you are not even his. Not yet, at least. "No, he is just… We met in high school and got married after graduation. When the others went on dates, we were already married. I think both of us missed out, and he…" you exhale. Every excuse leaving your lips seems fake and ridiculous. "He is an idiot." Both of you laugh at your admission, and fortunately, the topic changes quickly. You talk about your career at the theater and your family, who lives a few states away. "You are really talented," he says. The first time Steve saw you on the stage was mesmerized. Your voice rang through the air, and your smile brightened his night. "Thank you," you smile, sipping from your drink. "And what about you? It seems like all of my friends know who you are." "You talked about me?" He smirks. His blue eyes glint with satisfaction. "I needed a little…push," you admit it. "I have a few clubs in the city," he answers your original question. "And some other businesses with my friends." You don't need to know more for now. You are still not sure about the truth behind his words but decide to leave it at that. It's your first date, after all, he doesn't have to tell you everything about himself. "You should come with me sometime," Steve suggests. He can see you in another pretty dress, holding his arm while he shows you off to his friends. The pretty little actress. His pretty little actress. "Maybe I should."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #mafia!steve x reader #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal masterlist

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, violence, blood, strong reader, arranged relationship, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, possible smut in future chapters (including mlm), polyamory, pansexuality, more to be added

A/N: I don't have enough ongoing series. So...suffer with me...

Indecent Proposal (1)

Indecent Proposal (2)

Indecent Proposal (3)

Indecent Proposal (4)

Indecent Proposal (5)

Indecent Proposal (6)

Indecent Proposal (7)

Indecent Proposal (8)💦

Indecent Proposal (8.2) 💦

Indecent Proposal (9) 💦

Indecent Proposal (9.2)

Indecent Proposal (10) 💦

Indecent Proposal (11) 💦

Indecent Proposal (12)

Indecent Proposal (12.2)

Indecent Proposal (13)

Indecent Proposal (14)

Indecent Proposal (15)

Indecent Proposal (15.2)

Indecent Proposal (16)

Indecent Proposal (17)

Indecent Proposal (18)

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #scott lang #mafia au #mobster!steve rogers #mobster!bucky barnes #smut #Indecent Proposal masterlist #stucky x reader #stucky x you

[bucksangel]

you taste like suburbia

pairing: mafia!stucky x reader (poly), john walker x reader but not for long

word count: 6.4k

summary: your lousy boyfriend John Walker owes quite a bit of money to some pretty shady people. And since he doesn’t have the means to pay, he’s brought you along to a negotiation to meet them - and hopefully entice them into accepting a different form of payment.

warnings: 18+, smut, dub-con kind of, a tiny bit of stalking/dark behavior (it’s only hinted at), voyeurism i guess?, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), threesome, poly relationship, petnames (princess, kitten, beautiful), daddy kink, sir kink, unprotected p in v, a little bit of misogyny (not from stucky), not john walker friendly, mentioned verbal abuse, mention of murder (you have to squint and turn your head 90 degrees)

a/n: this is based off this post and @crazyunsexycool ‘s very amazing comments (title is from ‘suburbia’ by devon again)

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“It’s simple, really.” The men across from you have been staring you down this whole time, eyes barely leaving your body and that’s only to occasionally glance at the man sitting next to you. And though they’re looking at you, you know their words aren’t directed your way. No. It’s for John.

John Walker; your shitty boyfriend who, apparently, has got himself into a lot of trouble with some pretty shady people. You don’t know much, you just know that he has a debt to pay and he doesn’t have the funds.

And you’re not stupid, you know how this will go. Your relationship with John started good, great in fact, but then he fell back into his old gambling ways a few months in. You wanted to leave, to kick him to the curb the moment he asked you for money to cover some bills. But you were too kind-hearted for your own good and felt the need to help him just because you loved him. But the deeper into trouble he’s gotten the less he’s actually cared about you, too focused on getting his debts paid off so he doesn’t get a bullet in his head.

Thus, you’re here. Forced to wear that dark red, wrap-around dress that shows just enough to be desired in the hopes that will entice the men across from you into accepting a different form of payment. Fifteen minutes into the ‘meeting’ you can already tell that they’re going to accept. And you don’t really know what to do in this situation, you know you don’t really have a say in how this plays out, but some part of you doesn’t really mind. Part of you is glad you’ll finally be free from John’s bullshit.

It just helps that the men your boyfriend owes money to are extremely attractive. Both men don dark black suits, white button-ups, and sleek black ties. And the brunette - Bucky, maybe? - smirks when he catches your eye after having been staring at his hand grasping a cigarette for a few moments before glancing up at his face. With a wink, he turns his head towards his partner - Steve, if you remember correctly.

“You owe us quite a bit of money, but you already knew that. We also know that you don’t have the means to pay us.”

From beside you, you can feel John shaking in his seat. With just a glance in his direction, you can see the beads of sweat forming around his hairline at Steve’s commanding tone.

“We’re assuming that’s why you brought her, isn’t it?” With that question, both men look back at you, the hunger in their eyes is prominent. And part of you wants to cower in your chair, to wrap your arms around your body and hide from their intense gazes. But a bigger part of you likes it, craves being desired. Lord knows John hasn’t looked at you like that in a long while.

“Um,” John stops himself, seems to not know what exactly to say. But then Bucky raises one of his eyebrows and John is quick to continue. “Y-Yes, sirs.”

Steve hums, bringing up his glass to take a long sip of his liquor of choice. Bucky takes a short drag of his cigarette before speaking up.

“And if we don’t accept the arrangement?”

John starts really vibrating out of his seat now, both of his legs bouncing furiously. One of his hands rubs over the back of his other, and he gulps loudly.

“I-I don’t… Please. I don’t have the money right now. And, she’s good in bed. She’ll listen to whatever you say, so she’ll please you guys whenever you need, she can even cook and clean so she can be a maid for you too.”

His words make you want to vomit, talking about you like you’re nothing more than a whore, a piece of meat to be passed around and commanded. Your eyes narrow, glaring over at your asshole boyfriend as you begin to pick at your fingernails with a mixture of anxiety and anger.

Steve surprises you by slamming his glass down onto the dark oak desk in front of him, some of the liquid inside spilling out.

“And what makes you think you can talk about a woman like that?” His voice is booming, and the tension in the air is palpable. It’s hard to hide the smile that wants to spread across your face, but you manage to not show your smugness when John sits up straight and begins sputtering out an apology.

“Enough,” Bucky says, taking another long drag and then putting out the cigarette. As he exhales out the smoke, he makes sure to blow it in your boyfriend’s direction, and you have to look down at your lap to prevent the men from seeing your smirk at the show of dominance.

With a glance at his partner, they seem to have a silent conversation before Steve nods, looking back at John while Bucky looks at you.

“We’ll accept. If nothing else then to get her away from you.”

Even with the passive-aggressive comment, you can see the way John’s body visibly relaxes, and can hear the sigh of relief that passes through his lips.

You on the other hand don’t quite know what to do. Yeah, you’re glad you’ve found a way out of this toxic relationship, but you’re also very aware that this major adjustment in your life was made without your consent or input. This thought immediately makes all the satisfaction drain from your body, and you keep your gaze averted so the men across from you can’t see the underlying fear growing in your eyes.

Because you don’t know these men. You’ve never even heard of them until now. All you know is that anyone connected to the dark underworld that is the mafia couldn’t possibly be a good person. For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t realize all of the men are staring at you.

“Wh-What?” Your throat is a little dry due to not having spoken in a while, and you try your hardest not to let your voice waver.

“Are you okay with this?” Steve asks with an uncharacteristically soft smile and calm voice. He’s asking you how you feel about this? Why? Shouldn’t this be the end, the part where your boyfriend leaves and you uproot your life to live as payment for his debts?

Apparently not.

“Why are you asking me?” Confusion is laden in your tone, your eyebrows furrowing and your fingers picking at your nails even harsher.

“Because, beautiful,” Bucky starts, waving to a red-headed woman who suddenly appears with water for you. “We don’t want you thinking this is purely transactional. You’re not property, you’re a grown woman and you deserve to have a say in your life. If you don’t want to come with us, that’s okay. We’ll extend our contract with your dear boyfriend.”

Steve speaks up next.

“But if you do want to come with us, we’ll show you how real men treat ladies.” His eyes grow hungry for half a second, then return to that unnerving adoring gaze.

Everything grows silent for a moment, everyone awaiting your answer. As you look over at John, his face is contorted in fear of what they’ll do if you deny them, and anger - silently demanding that you say yes. And, looking over at him, you finally realize he’s never been who you thought he was. Even when he was being an asshole, when he would steal from you, when he would yell and scream and verbally abuse you because he lost even more money, you were so blinded by trying to help him that you couldn’t accept that you were being used.

Now, you know. You know that even if you don’t know these men, the fact that they’re even asking for your opinion says more than anything John could ever do. With one final look at him, you sigh, looking Steve in the eyes.

“I’ll go with you.”

Not only does John visibly relax, but you can see some of the tension leave Bucky and Steve’s bodies, almost like they were hoping that you would say yes.

“It’s settled then.” Steve’s smile turns into a sly smirk, and he momentarily shifts his gaze to John. “Your debt has been paid.”

John tries thanking him, tries to thank the men for sparing his life, but Bucky cuts him off by clearing his throat.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with that comment, though.”

With that, Steve nods at the redhead who comes to stand behind John. In one swift movement, she puts one hand on his shoulder and one hand grabs the inside of his elbow, and she twists. The sounds of his bones cracking are loud, but his screams are louder, his cries of pain reverberating throughout the office. And, as much as you want to feel bad for him, you can’t find it in you to do so. The last two years have been hell for you, and seeing him in pain feels a little like payback for all the pain he caused you. You simply sit there and stare as the woman grabs both of his shoulders and hauls him up, ignoring his cries while dragging him to the door.

The woman follows him out, leaving just you and the two men. For a moment, neither of you speaks, almost like you’re all waiting for the other person to say something.

“So, um. What happens now?” You look at Bucky as he stands and walks around the desk, holding his hand out and encouraging you to grab it. Once you do, you let him help you stand and move you so you’re nearly pressed against his body, a heavy, black metal hand settling on your waist as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

“Now we take you home,” Bucky says softly, staring deep into your eyes and tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“We’ll have our associates pick up your things,” Steve says, suddenly standing so close behind you that you can feel the heat from his body. His large hands settle on your shoulders, gently massaging your muscles and allowing any remaining tension in your body to slip away.

“And you won’t have to worry about anything for the rest of your life.” Bucky presses his body against yours further, holding your gaze for a long while before he leans down to place a delicate kiss on your cheekbone, very close to your ear. “Your only concern will be taking care of us, and letting us take care of you.”

In order to not moan you have to clear your throat, focusing all of your attention on not melting into a puddle at their feet. Steve leans down to place a kiss on your other cheek, sighing softly as though he’s been waiting for this. You hesitantly place one hand on Bucky’s arm and one on Steve’s hand, and he immediately threads your fingers together.

“Home?” Bucky asks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“Home,” You say without a second thought, already liking the idea of being with them, being theirs.

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You all get back to their mansion, because of course they live in a mansion, about an hour later. It’s in a woodsy and remote area of upstate New York with no neighbors for a good two miles, and upon driving through the gates and down the long driveway your eyes go wide, everything is just so big. The fountain in the front yard stands almost as tall as the three-story house, several expensive-looking cars are parked off to the left near what you assume is the garage, and you’re pretty sure you can spot a greenhouse in the backyard.

As soon as the car is stopped two men appear on either side of it, opening the doors for Steve and Bucky and letting them step out. A woman - the same redhead from earlier - comes up to your door and opens it, reaching out her hand and guiding you out.

“I’m Natasha,” She says with a welcoming smile on her face. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“What do you mean ‘finally’?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, jumping slightly when an arm wraps around your waist.

“It’s nothing, beautiful.” When you look up at Bucky, you see him giving Natasha a look that you can tell is a silent demand to stop talking. Then, he turns to you, pulling you close to his side. “Come on, let’s get you settled in.”

Despite a spark of uneasiness popping up, you walk with him, Steve appearing by your other side and taking your hand in his and once again threading your fingers together. He gives you a warm smile, squeezing your hand. “We’ll give you a tour later, for now, we just want you to relax.”

As you walk through the entrance, your eyes open even wider than before. Not only is the foyer huge, but the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling illuminates the area beautifully and your heels make clicking noises on the pristine tile floor. You let your eyes wander as you walk up the grand staircase, admiring the artwork on the walls while you’re led through a large living area and down a hallway to a door.

And when they open it, dear lord you just want to scream. It’s bigger than the one-bedroom apartment that you shared with John. There’s a huge canopy bed off to the left, a massive TV mounted on the opposite wall, and a reading nook against the floor-to-ceiling window with a long bookshelf on the wall next to it - ending a few feet from the bed. There’s plants hanging from the ceiling and potted ones in each corner of the room, and an open door off to the right gives you a peak at what must be the bathroom but resembles more of a spa.

It’s absolutely gorgeous and it makes you feel at home.

“How do you like it?” Steve asks, both men tugging and leading you further into the room when they notice you’ve frozen while taking everything in.

“I love it,” You say quickly, smiling at them as you walk towards the bed so you can run your fingers along the silk bed sheets. “It’s beautiful.”

“Good.” Bucky appears behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. “You deserve beautiful things.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, warmth filling your body. These men are already showing you more affection than John had during your entire relationship, and it simultaneously hurts your heart that you stayed with an ungrateful and uncaring man for so long while also making you happy that you’ve fallen into the laps of men with high standards of how to treat a woman.

“We’ll let you rest up, now.” Steve comes up to you and works his arm between your back and Bucky’s body so he can hold your waist. He leans down and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, bringing up his other hand to cradle your head so he can really breathe in your scent.

“Wait.”

Immediately Bucky and Steve pull away, and when you turn around and look up at them you can see the concern written on their face.

“This is my room?”

Bucky nods, his eyebrows furrowed. “Yes. Is it okay? We can redecorate if you want, just tell us what you like and we’ll do it.”

You shake your head, placing one hand on Bucky’s chest and the other on Steve’s.

“N-no. No, I love it. I just thought…” You trail off, biting your lip. You’re not too sure how to phrase your thoughts, but you try your hardest when the men continue to stare at you. “I guess I just thought you would want me to sleep in your room.”

Bucky sighs and pulls you close, placing one hand on the back of your head while Steve saddles up beside him to grasp your hip.

“While we would absolutely love having you in our bed,” Bucky stops to swipe his tongue along his bottom lip and you have to fight the urge to lean up on your toes to bite it. “We’re not going to force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“We know this is a big adjustment,” Steve says, smiling down at you when you look at him. “So we don’t want to make you do something that would make you uncomfortable.”

The men go silent, as do you, allowing you to process their words. They’re right, of course. This is all so new for you, and even though you’re more than ready - you’ve been deprived of physical contact and a good orgasm for a while - you know it wouldn’t be a good decision to jump into a relationship like this so soon after leaving your ex.

Fuck good decisions.

“What if…” You trail off, biting your lip nervously. Deciding to be bold, you trail the hand on Bucky’s chest up until you can cup his cheek, smiling when he turns his head and kisses your palm.

“What if I do want to?” You glance over at Steve, batting your eyelashes and fighting the shiver that wants to run through your body when he groans, low and utterly sexy.

“And what exactly is it that you want?” Bucky asks, his voice dropping while moving his free hand to your back, slowly inching down until he can rest it on your ass, but not squeezing.

“I -“ Suddenly a whine is forced out of your mouth when Steve moves your hair and leans down so he can kiss and nibble at your neck. “Steve!”

Then, Bucky dips down while pulling your head closer to his so he can press a searing kiss on your lips, swallowing your moan as he squeezes and kneads your ass.

“Tell us what you want, kitten,” Steve murmurs, biting and sucking a dark bruise on your neck and laughing when you pull away from Bucky’s lips with a huff.

“I - fuck.” Your whining is bordering on desperation. The lack of physical and sexual contact for the last few months has finally caught up to you, and you’re about to cry with how needy you feel. “I want you to fuck me.”

Both men curse, Steve nodding but not removing his mouth from the column of your throat. And maybe if your head wasn’t already fogged over with desire you’d have heard Bucky’s muttered “finally.” As it is though, you don’t pay attention to anything other than their hands caressing and groping your body, the men working in tandem to strip you of your dress and lay you flat on your back in the middle of the bed.

Both men stand at the end of the bed, staring at you with dark lust in their eyes as Bucky palms his crotch. They stare for so long that you start to get self-conscious, wondering what they’re thinking. It was always quick with John, he never really focused on your pleasure but rather worried about getting himself off and asking with an infuriatingly smug grin if it was good. It never was, but you never told him that, you hate confrontation. So it’s a little unnerving to have sex be drawn out, to be the center of attention - and the attention coming from the two hottest men on the planet makes you squirm uncomfortably. You’re about to cover yourself with your arms when Bucky kneels on the bed and grabs one of your wrists, Steve appearing next to you so he can grab your other one.

“Don’t,” Bucky says hoarsely, a determined look in his eyes. “Don’t hide from us, kitten.”

An involuntary moan forces its way up your throat and out of your mouth, and you find yourself agreeing with a quick nod. “I-I’m sorry,” You whine, arching into Steve’s hand that has now found a home on your covered breast.

“Don’t be sorry, princess,” Steve murmurs trailing his hand from your breast to your neck, toying with the necklace John had given you on your sixth-month anniversary. You haven’t taken it off since, it felt like a mark of ownership. And at first, it felt good, you loved knowing you were John’s girl. However, as the relationship progressed and worsened with every day, it felt more like a chain, weighing you down and forcing you to stay tethered to him. Yes, it had occurred to you to take it off a few times, but you weren’t ready for it to end. Even though it was an extremely toxic relationship, you had nowhere to go.

“Did he give you this?” Steve asks, disdain clear in his voice. And when you nod, he hovers over you, smirking as he grips the necklace and pulls, the chain snapping in two as he flings it across the room. Ignoring your shocked gasp, Steve and Bucky lean back and get off the bed, resuming their earlier position near the end of it.

“She’s perfect, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs after a long moment of silence. Putting a hand on the back of his partner’s neck, he yanks him forward, pulling him into a downright filthy kiss that makes your legs immediately squeeze shut to relieve the growing ache in your core.

At your loud and needy whine, they pull away, both men working in sync to get undressed and hurry to lay on either side of you. Both of them have kept their boxers on, but the very large bulge straining against the fabric does absolutely nothing to hide their arousal.

“Are you sure you want this?” Bucky asks, and even though you can hear the desperation in his voice, you know deep in your bones that they would stop if you said no. And that just further cements your decision, you need them, you need to feel them and kiss them and have them worship you in ways John could never.

“I’m sure, Bucky.”

“Call me ‘Daddy’, princess,” He says, reaching up a hand and placing it on your throat. He doesn’t choke you, but the pressure lets you know that he wants to.

“I’m sure, Daddy.”

Bucky groans as though he’s been punched in the gut, and his hips jerk forward, rubbing his erection into your thigh. He dives down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, momentarily distracting you from everything around you. That is until you feel a hand travel down your stomach, ignoring your underwear and slipping inside to quickly cup your wet and aching pussy.

Pulling away, you let out another gasp, your gaze immediately shooting to your left to see Steve’s very smug smirk.

“Feel good?” He asks as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly moving his middle finger up and down your slit until he finally pushes through, slipping the thick digit into your quivering hole all the way to the third knuckle.

“Oh God, yes! Yes, Steve.” He pulls his finger out momentarily, only to shove in two fingers - once again pushing in all the way.

“Sir,” Steve growls, leaning down to nibble at your ear. His gravely chuckle when you mumble, “Yes, sir,” sends tingles down your spine, and you’re near tears with how good but not enough his fingers feel.

“I-I need…” You trail off, whining pathetically when Steve removes his fingers again. You whine even louder when Steve pulls his hand out of your panties altogether, letting you see his fingers covered in your juices glinting in the moonlight. The sight doesn’t last long, because Bucky immediately dips down to suck on them, both men groaning in pleasure. The brunette doesn’t swallow though, he actually lets the fingers slip free from his mouth so he can capture his partner’s lips, letting Steve taste you too.

“Fuck,” You whimper, hands automatically tugging at both of their boxers in an attempt to move things along. “Please just fuck me already.”

They separate from each other, grinning wolfishly at each other for a moment before glancing down at your cute pout and pleading eyes.

“What’s the rush?” Steve asks, dipping down to give you a brief kiss. “We’ve got all night.”

Thankfully, though, they get with the program, maneuvering your body to their liking until your bra and panties are also discarded. And you’re about to undo the strap on your heels before Bucky grabs your ankle, shaking his head in disapproval.

“You’re keeping these on.” His command sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t even speak anymore with how turned on you are. Despite this, you somehow manage to whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s good,” Steve says, moving to kneel on the bed next to your head while he palms his bulge with one hand and squeezes your cheeks between his fingers with the other. “You’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir!” You say enthusiastically, nodding your head as best as you can. And due to Steve holding your head in place, you can’t see what Bucky is doing, but you feel your legs being pushed wide open as the bed dips between them.

“Good,” Steve mutters mostly to himself, giving you an unnervingly soft smile for the situation. “Now, Bucky’s been dying to taste you since he first laid eyes on you, so you’re going to let him worship your pussy while I fuck your mouth. Okay?”

If you weren’t already drunk with pleasure, this would’ve been the thing to send you under. His commanding tone and the heat of Bucky’s mouth so close to your dripping core already have you on edge, ready to snap at the slightest touch. And when you nod, Steve turns to his partner, nodding once and smirking when he dives in, parting your pussy lips and licking a long stripe from your hole to your throbbing clit, where he then sucks it into his mouth.

The borderline scream you emit is so loud you’d be surprised if anyone on this floor didn’t hear it, but it’s quickly muffled by Steve shoving his boxers down and easing his cock into your gaping mouth. Now, you’ve never really liked giving head - well, with John anyway. He was always too rough, and the fact that he never returned the favor made it seem more like a chore than anything.

But you could definitely get used to this. Steve’s girth stretches your lips wider than ever before, and even through the haze of pleasure, you can tell that he’s holding back, letting you get used to the stretch. It doesn’t take long, and a particularly rough nip to your clit has you sucking Steve’s cock further into your mouth, and the man curses above you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Steve sighs, rocking his hips forward ever so slightly. When he finds little resistance, he pulls back and pushes in a little further, groaning deep in his chest when you bring up a hand to tug at his balls.

“Taste so fuckin’ good too, princess,” Bucky mumbles against your pussy, pulling away only briefly so he can easily slide two metal fingers in as deep as they could possibly go. It’s clear that his goal is to make you cum, and you’re not that far off. To be frank, your arousal has been building from the moment you met them, and they are not disappointing.

It only takes a few more thrusts of Bucky’s fingers and Steve’s hand coming down to wrap around your throat for you to cum - your cunt spasming and hips thrusting up into Bucky’s face as you chase your high. Soon enough, both men retreat from your body, giving you a short reprieve while they rid themselves of their underwear. Steve moves you so he can lay back against the headboard, adjusting your position so you can rest in between his legs with your back against his chest while Bucky hovers over you.

“Now, princess,” He murmurs, just loud enough for both of you to hear him, and taps your arm. “You’re going to hold onto Stevie while I ruin this pussy. Then, he’s goin’ to fuck my cum back into you.”

“Oh God yes, yes please, Daddy!” If your mind wasn’t deep in the pits of desire you’d probably be embarrassed by how needy you are, maybe even ashamed. Right now, though, you can’t imagine feeling anything but pure pleasure and happiness.

It all happens so fast, Steve grabbing the backs of your thighs so he can spread them wide and Bucky quickly following by pushing his cock - easily the longest you’ve ever taken - halfway into your cunt. He stops there for a moment, letting you get used to the sudden stretch before surprising you by pulling out until his tip is only poking in.

You’re frustrated, extremely so, and you’re pretty sure you’ll cry if he doesn’t fill you back up. And you’re about to start whining when the man above you thrusts forward, burying his cock so deep in your pussy that you swear you could feel him in your throat. Deep and guttural groans fill the air, a metal hand grasping your thigh and keeping it spread so Steve can wrap his arm around your midsection and hold you close while the pace quickly picks up.

And you’re in heaven, this must be heaven. Because in no other plane of existence would the two most handsome men in the world be touching and gripping you like you’re a priceless gem they’re afraid to lose. From behind you, Steve groans every time Bucky pushes into you, forcing you to shift in Steve’s lap and subconsciously grind into his throbbing erection.

“Fuck, kitten,” Bucky mutters, bracing one hand on the headboard and dropping your leg so he can grab your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look into his eyes - dark with a desire you’ve never known. But there’s something else there, something primal that no ordinary man could have, a sense of possessiveness and ownership that seeps out of his pores.

You can’t do anything except moan, your mouth parting wider to let out a scream when Bucky shifts slightly, thrusting and hitting that special spongey spot deep within you dead on.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she Stevie?”

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Steve says softly, running the hand he has on your stomach down to your pussy to rub at your hole, feeling where you and his partner are connected. “Always knew she would be.”

Thankfully for them, those words fly over your head. You’re already too fucked-out to think properly, do you even know what your name is?

When Steve swiftly moves his fingers to your clit, your answer is a confident no. All you can seem to focus on are these two men and the immense pleasure they’re giving you. And it takes only a few more thrusts for you to feel that coil in your tummy wind tighter and tighter.

“Is she gonna cum?” Steve asks cockily, noticing the way Bucky’s hips stutter and his brow furrows. Reaching up, Steve grabs the back of his partner’s neck and pulls him in for a rough and messy kiss - mainly tongue and teeth. When they pull away, Bucky is nearly breathless, and you can hear the cockiness in his voice when Steve tells him, “Make her. Come on, baby. Fucking fill her up so I can.”

Those words - coupled with the fingers rubbing your clit, the pressure on your neck, and the cock that’s currently rearranging your guts - make you cum harder than you’ve ever. It doesn’t even really feel like an orgasm, it’s better than that. Something squirts out of your pussy with every forward thrust, and if it weren’t for being sandwiched between the two buffest men to ever exist then you’d be positive you were floating off into the clouds.

Bucky follows soon after, a loud groan of your name filling the room before his hips are flush with yours. Vaguely, you can feel his seed filling your womb, coating your insides, and it takes a full minute for Bucky’s breathing to even out. When he finally regains his composure, he leans back, holding your hips steady and chuckling at the glazed look in your eyes.

“Ready for me to pull out, kitten?” The answer he gets is a mumbled and pitiful “no”, which he laughs at, affectionately patting your hip. “Sorry, princess, we have to let Stevie have his turn.”

With that, he nods to Steve, who reaches over to the nightstand and procures a phone, handing it to Bucky. Bucky places his metal hand on the inside of your right thigh, holding it in place while he goes to the camera app on his phone. 

“Okay, princess, gonna pull out now.” With his phone aimed at your hips, he slowly pulls out, hissing quietly but not stopping until his cock finally slips free. He moans softly, and when you finally manage to lift your head enough to see what he’s doing you see the phone leaning closer, capturing the no doubt obscene view of his cum dripping out of your hole. Bucky takes a few pictures and then tosses the phone back to Steve, who places it back on the nightstand.

The men shift, maneuvering your limp body until you’re laying flat on your back with Steve kneeling on the bed between your legs while Bucky stands off to the side, gripping his still-hard cock.

“Alright, beautiful,” Steve says, adjusting a pillow underneath your hips. “You ready for me?”

It takes a second to process his words, but when you do you nod your head as fast as you can, nearly giving you whiplash. You don’t care though, all you care about is the delicious stretch in your core as Steve pushes in slowly.

“Fuck, kitten,” Steve growls, stopping when his crotch is flush against yours with his pubic bone pressing against your clit. He grinds his hips against yours, the stimulation to your clit making you whine loudly.

Steve is drastically different from Bucky, he fucks you slow and sweet, though no less forceful, reaching deep in your pussy until you can barely gasp for air. When your head lolls to the side, you see Bucky stroking his cock in time with Steve’s thrusts, and, without thinking, you reach for him, beckoning him forward until he’s close enough that you can wrap your hand around it. Both men moan, and Bucky brings up his flesh hand and cups one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and rubbing over your nipple, pinching and twisting just right so it’s bordering on a delicious kind of pain.

Then, a loud smack rings through the air, Steve’s hips jerking forward almost immediately after.

“Pick it up, babe,” Bucky says with a smirk, chuckling at Steve’s agitated look, but he does so nonetheless.

Steve starts fucking you with intent, slamming into you at a borderline inhuman speed - and you don’t know how it’s possible but the orgasm building in your core seems to be more intense than the last. And after a few more thrusts, you’re plunged into the dark abyss of pleasure - mind going blank as a loud sob rips through your throat.

It’s an indeterminate amount of time later when you regain consciousness, and this time you don’t recognize the room you’re in. It takes a few moments for you to shake the fogginess out of your mind enough to notice that you’re alone in the large bed, and when you raise your head to look around the room you can’t see Bucky or Steve. But the pictures of the two of them and friends scattered throughout the space show you that this is their room.

“Bucky?” You call softly, your eyebrows furrowing when you hear no reply. Stretching your arms above your head, you force yourself out of bed - noticing that you’re now covered with a large shirt that smells a lot like Steve’s cologne. You go into the bathroom to find it empty, then wander to the large walk-in closet - again, empty.

Where are they?

“Steve?” You say a little louder, tentatively opening the bedroom door and peeking out, finding the hallway empty and quiet. There’s a spark of uneasiness that ignites in your stomach, though you try to stomp it out by reasoning with yourself - they’re busy men, after all.

When you look to your right, you see a set of double doors at the end of the long hallway, and something in you tells you to check there. As you walk down to the doors, more uneasiness pops up, it just feels a little too quiet. But the closer you get you can start to hear whispers, and they become more prominent when you stop right outside the doors. Bits and pieces of conversation flow through the wood.

“I want him gone within the hour.”

“Off the bridge.”

“They won’t find him.”

But one line hits you differently.

“Don’t let her find out.”

Your curiosity is extremely peaked, and it takes all of your willpower to bring your hand up to knock. You feel a little like you’re intruding, but you’re too confused to not impose.

The door opens a few moments later, though it’s only cracked halfway, and Steve appears in the doorframe.

“Hello, beautiful,” He says sweetly, reaching out a hand to hold your hip. “Why don’t you go back do bed, hm? I’ll be right there.”

“But, Buck-”

“Is just dealing with a few things. We had to deal with a business related issue, but he’ll join us when he’s done.” Steve is calm, and the soft look in his eyes is enough to quell any anxiety you were feeling. You’re not sure how he’s able to do it, but he’s mesmerizing, already able to manipulate you to his liking.

You’re sure it’s supposed to be frightening, but you can’t find it in you to care. Unlike John, you know with an enormous amount of certainty that they would never harm you, they’ll protect you.

What you don’t know is just how far they’ll go to protect you - to save you from deadbeat men who are too selfish to not recognize a treasure when he has one. And men that are too stupid to know when he’s being lied to. You don’t need to know that, though.

So, with a smile and a kiss, he sends you on your way, only retreating back into the room when you go in theirs.

“That was close,” Bucky says as he hangs up the phone, putting it back in his pocket.

“It’s okay, she doesn’t know.” Steve turns to his partner, both of them wearing matching smirks. “And she never will.”

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The Missing Piece: Part Eleven

Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy  thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess.  When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in  New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more  interesting.

Summary: It’s time to hear the whole truth. It’s time to make some decisions.

Word Count: 6.7K

Warnings: Smut,  talk of toxic work environment, talk of a toxic previous relationship,  talk poly relationship, talk of disappearance, work anxiety and pressure, slow build, slow burn, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, under 18s dni

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“Okay, I’m ready. Ask me whatever you want…” The question hung between you both in the dark expanse of the luxurious car. There were so many questions bouncing around your mind that finding a place to begin was difficult. “I mean it, bunny. I don’t want to hide anything from you. Ask me whatever is on your mind, whether it’s about Bucky or me. I won’t hold back, not from you.” There was honesty in his words; if you had any doubt, the quick glance that Steve threw at you conveyed everything you needed to know.

A question that was so meek and simply slipped from your lips before having the chance to stop it. “Why me?” It was burning in your mind, wondering why they had chosen you to pursue out of all the women in New York City. “It wasn’t ever planned. It wasn’t even our intention to have anyone join our relationship. It was supposed to just be a quick fling in the bedroom.” A frown caught your lips. “Buck and I thought that you were two different people at first. It was just our luck that we both happened to find the same chick in the whole city.” Steve chortled lowly. “We both found ourselves wanting to spend more and more time with you. Sure, at first, we both just wanted to fuck your brains out and move on, but then it became something different for us.” His words made your body completely still, your mind tumbling in many different directions, wondering if you should be offended or complimented by the notion.

“How long have you both been together?” It was a quick segue to change the subject away from the more intimate talk, knowing that Steve would likely rather talk about the lewd things than be grilled. “Uh… it’s been a long time now…” You could see that Steve was attempting to delve back into his memories. “I think that James has always been the first love of my life. Ever since we were teenagers, I didn’t understand why but I just loved him with every inch of my heart.” Steve explained like loving Bucky was as easy as breathing air to him. “Bucky and I had grown up together on the same block, but by the time we got to High School, our lives were being pulled in different directions. Bucky was on the football team, set to be the Captain, making all these new friends, girls hanging off him and going to parties with people like Sam.” So, they had known him for a while too. “I was still being beaten up behind the trash cans.”

It was that final comment which surprised you. There was nothing about Steve that would have made you think he was bullied. “Sometimes I started the fights; I just don’t like bullies.” He explained, and it did feel like a true statement, as he said it with such intensity. “Bucky got them to lay off giving me so many black eyes, but it didn’t change them seeing me as this weak loser,” Steve explained. His words were enough to make you frown, hating that he viewed himself like that. “He’d try and get all his friends to like me, taking me to parties too, trying to set me up with his date’s friend, but nothing changed…” Then he shrugged. “I was convinced that Bucky would just leave too. He’d get fed up with trying to convince people to like me, but he never did. He always stayed.” It was almost like Steve was admirable that Bucky hadn’t ditched him. Maybe that was something to admire, Bucky's utter and unfathomable loyalty.

“I’ll always remember the day he first kissed me.” The dreamy look set across Steve’s face as if falling into the memory all over again. “We were alone in his bedroom; I was doing his geometry homework.” Then rolling his eyes as if it was a regular occurrence for him. “From nowhere, he’d asked if I’d kissed anyone before. I lied and said I had; it was embarrassing to admit I hadn’t. Bucky saw right through that lie. He asked again, and I admitted that I’d never kissed anyone, never asked, never been asked.” You could see the smile creeping across his lips like poison spreading. “So, he did… he kissed me, told me it was good practice.” Then he laughed again and shook his head. “I remember him being good.” You smiled warmly at that. Bucky was good at kissing; you’d had some experience with it. “I remember blushing ‘cause he told me I was good.”

Then he laughed. “After that, we practised kissing all the time. Then we moved on to other things; Bucky would teach me things about my body that I didn’t even know.” A warm smile found his lips. “He stopped going on dates after that too. I really felt like I had my Bucky back. These moments that we were sharing were our perfect little secret. That was until one of his friends caught us in the locker room and called us…” Steve huffed a low noise, not even wanting to repeat the word. “He called us vile names. That was enough for Bucky to just beat him bloody. He broke his jaw and nose; he was virtually unrecognisable by the time Bucky was finished with him. After that, Bucky got himself kicked out of school, away from his college scholarship and any hope of a normal future.”

“Sounds like the guy deserved Bucky beating on him.” You decided, unsure if that was the right thing to say aloud. “I thought that too…” Steve replied evenly. “Just wish that Bucky would have chosen a quieter time to do it.” Then shaking his head. “It would have been easy for him to pull away after that, but he didn’t. He stayed. He always stays.” Steve commented, reminiscing about those times that Bucky had chosen him over anyone else, all those times that Bucky had put Steve first.

Before he had a chance to go further into all those times you spoke. “If you two are so in love, why were you looking to have someone else join your relationship?” “Like, I said, it wasn’t planned, bunny. You just fell into our laps.” He shared a longing gaze with you. “The moment that we saw you in the park.” Steve shook his head. “I knew from there that everything was going to change, I recognised that look in Bucky’s eyes, and clearly, he saw something in mine.” Then he smiled, peeking in your direction before looking back towards the empty road. “I had never imagined wanting to bring someone else into the relationship. I love Bucky; the thought of him moony-eyed over someone else or having to share him used to drive me crazy with jealousy but doing that with you just feels so much different.”

“I can’t say it’s anything I’d ever thought about either.” You reasoned. “Becoming the third piece of a couple or being with my boyfriend and wanting to invite someone else into it.” Then looking over at him. “What changed your mind? Or made you start thinking about wanting something like that?”

Steve then laughed. A whole kind of laughter filled the car, then looked over at you. “It was you, bunny.” He said as if it was as clear as glass. “You were what changed everything. The more time we spent with you, the more we fell for you. It was like we were both falling for you, separate from each other. It made sense to us like we had found something missing from our lives. It wasn’t this grand plan to fool you into our bed, bunny – at least, that wasn’t what it became. We wanted you, the same as we wanted each other, more than we wanted anyone else.”

“But…” You seemed frustrated for a moment, struggling to find the correct words. “You told me just how much you loved Bucky. Do you really think that you could give someone that same love? Or… or you wouldn’t feel jealousy when you’d see him loving someone else that way?” These questions seemed to stun Steve, but he quickly recovered and retorted. “Not if it was you.” The answer seemed to give you a great sense of peace. “Hell, Bucky told me about you two sleeping together; I think I’ve been tested and came out the other side wanting more.”

When Steve mentioned your tryst in the sheets with Bucky, you covered your eyes a little and replied. “I can’t believe he told you about that…” “Oh, we don’t keep secrets from each other; he told me everything and left very little to the imagination.”

The final statement made you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, that’s good to know that you don’t keep secrets from each other but just from me.” Then looking over at him, a little tempered that Bucky had been so open about your night, but they had held back from telling you the truth for such a long time. “Firstly, we kept it secret for a good reason; if we had both just approached you as a couple, it would have freaked you out, and you would have run a mile. No, doing it that way meant we could build our relationships separately and determine if we had chemistry before fully introducing you to the relationship. It was for a good reason.”

“It blindsided me, Steve.” Your voice shook for a moment with emotion. “What the hell was I supposed to think when I saw you both there? Jesus, I thought you’d both been playing me, or it was some big prank. I already thought you guys were too good to be true. I never thought I would find out that you were a couple. I just didn’t see it coming.” “I’m sorry.” He replied honestly, reaching over to place his hand on your knee. “It was never our intention to make you feel like that. As it became real, we knew we needed to come clean.” You frowned. “If I could have made things right… or done things differently, maybe I would have, but if it had meant that I wouldn’t be here right now, driving you back to the city, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

Reaching across, he squeezed your knees again, leading you to rest your hand over his own, appreciating his sentiment. “I wish things could have been less complicated.” He reasoned, shaking his head for a moment. A beat of silence enveloped the car. The word complicated spun around your mind, over and over, until finally, you blurted it out. “It wasn’t the most complicated thing you guys lied about, was it?” It was like his skin turned icy under your palm. “A detective looking into my ex-boyfriend’s disappearance told me that James isn’t the type of man I should associate with and told me he was dangerous; when I asked him, he told me that he is dangerous. What am I supposed to think about that, Steve?”

As Steve attempted to answer, you continued, clearly unfinished with your little rant. “Then he approaches my best friend and tells her he has some security company and can help her with her recent break-in. I thought you guys were in finance or investments, so where has this security company been hiding?” He slipped his hand back from your grip, resting it on the wheel before muttering. “Fucking Bucky…” Clearly frustrated, then looking over in your direction. “Jesus, the guy has the subtlety of a house brick.” Then shaking his head, peaking back at you. “I was hoping we might find a more delicate way to talk about all this shit with you.”

“I don’t know how to…” Steve huffed. “We’re in the mob. Fuck it. We are the mob. Our territory spans over Brooklyn and part of Manhattan.” He said it so plainly that it made a laugh suddenly bark from your throat, looking over as if he’d grown a second head and then feeling that smile fade as you witnessed Steve’s face convey no signs of teasing or banter. “That is what Danvers had meant by us not being the type of people you should associate with. She knows because she’s been trying to send us down for a long time.” You could only blink at him; you’d be lying in those thoughts hadn’t crossed your mind, but you always pushed yourself to remember that this was reality and things like this didn’t happen to people like you. “Bunny, I’m going to need you to say something.”

You didn’t know what would be best to say; you gulped and asked lowly. “Pull over.” “What?” “Pull over. The car. Pull it over now. Please…” You pressed, and in a second, Steve indicated off and pulled his car towards the grassy verge. When it stopped, you clambered clumsily from the car and took in a few deep breaths, wheezing as you pressed a hand to your chest. “Bunny…” His voice came from behind you, pressing a hand to your shoulder. “It doesn’t change anything. It’s just our job.” “It changes a lot, actually.” You replied tightly, looking to the side and watching as Ari – still driving your car home – climbed from the car too, ultimately too large to be crammed into that little junker. “Are you too… are in… do you work with them?” You asked.

A tender chuckle came from Ari, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the bonnet, making the entire front end sink as he responded. “So, he told you…” “You can keep driving back, Levinson. I got this.” He urged, a rough edge to his tone. You wanted to demand your keys back, drive yourself home and never talk to any of them again, but Steve caught your eye line and requested tenderly. “Please, will you let me explain?” Crossing your arms over your chest, stepping back to keep a distance between you two, then nodding.

“Okay, good.” Steve let out a soft breath, glad he had the chance to try and resolve this issue. “Do you wanna get back in the car? I can keep driving us back home whilst I explain.” By now, Ari had wandered to clamber into your car again, turning over the engine and tearing down the street away from you two. “No.” “No, okay. Okay, that’s fine.” Then nodded, moving backwards to lean against the car. He hated that you seemed so visibly closed off from him, standing there with your arms crossed, hands clenched, jaw tight. “I know it must be a lot to have to hear. You can ask me anything; I’ll tell you the truth.”

The silence that drifted across you two was palpable, Steve wanted to rush over and wrap you in his arms, assure you that nothing would be different, promise that nothing from their nefarious world would ever reach you or your family, but he had been in the business long enough to know that wasn’t true. “Listen…” He huffed out. “I know, I know it is a lot to take in and believe me when I say that my job makes up such a small part of me, such a small part of Bucky. Yeah, we hurt people, but those are the type of people that need to be hurt.”

You let out a stuttered breath before hissing. “Did you consider Oliver to be one of those people?” For a moment, Steve remained quiet. You gasped, thinking that was the only answer that you needed, turning away from him. “Did you kill him?” “What? No, no!” Steve blurted out. “No, we just taught him a lesson about respect. It was one that little prick needed to learn.” It was hard to argue with Steve on that point. “I have no fuckin’ idea where that kid had run to, but I promise you that last time I saw him, he was alive and breathing.” Looking back at Steve, you said firmly. ���It wasn’t like it was some rash decision we made. The guy was threatening to talk to the cops. We scared him a little. That was all we ever wanted to do.”

“Jesus…” You muttered lowly, tugging your hands over your face. “Please… Please tell me that Bucky had nothing to do with Wanda’s break-in.” For a moment, Steve creased his brow before replying. “Like, I said, Bucky isn’t subtle, but his intentions always mean well. I’m sure… I’m sure he was trying to put your friend's mind at ease, right? That must’ve been scary for her to go through something like that. No one wants to feel vulnerable in their own home.” Steve reasoned with such compassion. “Buck just chose the wrong time to approach the matter. It wasn’t some calculated move on his part for more business. Your friends become our friends, bunny, and we look out for our own.”

Again, it was deathly quiet whilst you attempted to compose your thoughts. “How am I supposed to believe you?” The question slipped from your lips with little thought. The feel of his warm hands was suddenly encompassing your shoulders, drawing you backwards gently, so you were pressed to his chest. “I’ve made mistakes, bunny. I’ve done bad and stupid things, but I have always prided myself on being honest and open, especially with the people I care about.” You could feel his shallow breathing pressing into your back over and over. It lulled your eyes shut for a moment, focusing on his voice. “I’m telling you this, knowing it could drive you away from us forever, but I’d rather you know the truth and hate me than continue to lie and scheme.”

His lips brushed against your crown, letting out a soft breath before whispering. “I know I’m being selfish, but I want you to give us a chance; let us prove that we’re not monsters.” “I don’t think you’re monsters.” You whimpered, turning gently in his strong arms, gazing up into those dazzling blue eyes. “I’m just scared.” He went to talk, but you continued before he had the chance. “Not scared of you but scared of the people that don’t like you. I’m scared for my family. I’m scared of my friends. How do I justify putting them in danger because of my selfish feelings?”

“You need to let me worry about that, okay?” Steve pulled you a little harder against him, you attempted to squabble again, but he brushed you off. “I won’t let anything happen to them.” Your eyes didn’t convey any sense of belief. “I’ll post people in Elba to look over your parents. I’ll have people watch over your friends too. If there is a whisper that something will happen, we’ll hit hard and fast first and make them regret even thinking about it.” There was such guttural honesty to his tone. “It’s my promise to you, bunny. Nothing from our business will ever come back to hurt anyone you love.” His warm hands cupped your face, edging you a little higher so you could feel his breath fanning your features. “We can make you happy.”

Your voice got caught in your throat. “Steve.” “Let yourself be happy, bunny.” He urged; voice so soft that your whole body trembled as those tender lips ghosted over your own. “Be selfish.” You weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or him anymore, but in the next moment, his lips crashed into yours in a feverish passion, searing against your skin, one hand cupping your cheeks whistle the other caressing the back of your head.

In a quick second, Steve spun you and pressed you against the side of his sleek car, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth the moment you gave him passage. These little groans and grunts were conjuring in his throat, swirling around your mind, making your brain a little cloudy with passion. Just as he tugged back, allowing you to get a couple breaths of air, your eyes fluttered closed, tilting your head back as his lips found your exposed throat. “I want you to be selfish, bunny.” Those dangerous teeth nipped at your jawline, pecking your lips a few times before coaxing you upright again. “Let us love you.” He whispered, connecting you both into another kiss, your mind wholly consumed by Steve and Bucky, wondering if this was something you could consider.

You had always considered yourself just unlucky in love; it never seemed to work out with dates, the guys that would hit on you would never be looking for something more serious than a night between the sheets, and then there was your entire relationship with Oliver that was marred with bad memories. When meeting Steve and Bucky, you thought it was all too good to be true, but you could have never imagined the problems being this life-changing. “You deserve whatever you want in this world,” Steve whispered as he tugged himself away from his lips again, burying his face in your throat. “I want you.” Those three little words slipped out before the rational side of your brain attempted to reason.

Steve made a breathy noise, arms tightly around your frame, moulding you against his body, unwilling to let you slip away at this moment. You hadn’t realised how much you were clinging to him too, arms linked around him, fingers buried into his blonde tresses, just enjoying the weight of him pressing you into the car. You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. “I’m just scared.” “I know.” He replied, tugging back just a little to gaze into your eyes. “I get it.” Pressing a quaint kiss to your forehead. “Bucky and I won’t let anything happen. Okay?” You nod, wordlessly pressing your head into his chest. “Okay.” He muttered.

A few more moments passed before Steve rubbed your back soothingly and said. “It’s always your choice. We just want to give you all the information. We want all your questions to be answered. If we aren’t what you want, then… then we can understand that because we just want you to be happy, bunny.” Then he gifted you a sad little smile. “You tell me what you want. I can drive you back to your parents, I’ll deal with Bucky, send Ari to watch over you for a couple days just to make sure things are safe, or… or you can keep coming home with me now, you can talk with Bucky, ask him anything and… and maybe decide about if you want to be with us.”

It felt like your mind was being torn in two different ways; you decided to allow your heart to take the lead for a change pushing aside those worried little voices in the back of your mind and replying. “I wanna go home with you, Steve.” That smile on his face grew, relieved that you were still willing to listen to them both at this first hurdle. “You’ve been open with me, but I need to speak with Bucky too.” He understood completely. He popped the door and allowed her to sink back inside before climbing back into the driver’s side.

As they rolled back onto the road, Steve glanced over, watching as you just set your gaze out the window, clearly weighing up all the options, thinking about all the information he had given you. It felt good to get it all off his chest, to be open and honest with you and just allow you to make the decision having all the information.

Every ten minutes or so Steve would glance back in your direction before smiling as he saw your eyes had fluttered closed, sunk entirely into the seat. He understood it was a lot of information to have to take in. Happily, he continued to drive whilst you were snoozing peacefully beside him,

The drive back from Elba was gruelling; it was the early morning hours by the time that Steve parked outside the townhouse. Glancing towards where you were sleeping peacefully in the seat beside him, a loving smile tugged at his lips. A part of him didn’t want to wake you, wondering if you had managed to get any good nights of sleep recently – it had undoubtedly evaded him.

“Bunny…” Then reaching across to place his hand on your knee, gently coaxing you from your slumber as he jostled your knee a few times. “I’m sorry, honey.” He kept his voice calm and low, seeing how your eyes fluttered open and filled with a confused concern before setting on him. “Do you want me to carry you inside?”

The sentiment made you giggle before muttering. “No.” Rubbing your hands over your face to force yourself further away. As you came around a little more, you climbed from the comfort of the vehicle, glancing around the quiet street as most people happily snoozed away in their warm beds. Steve rounded the car from the driver’s side and gestured for you to follow him, guiding you up the stoop and unlocking the entrance door. “Come in…”

In your sleepy haze, you attempted to take in all the little details about their home, noting the elegant coat stand, which had a few different outer clothes hanging from it. Then there was a fresh vase of flowers that decorated a cute centre table in the room. You were sure the furniture in this room alone was worth more than the second-hand pieces that adorned your entire apartment. “C’mon, bunny, let’s get some rest.” He offered, shuffling you inside, all whilst keeping his voice low, thinking that Bucky might have already gone to bed.

Following the blonde through towards the staircase, a click of a light switch made you both stop, suddenly alerted to the presence of Bucky as he lingered in the doorway to what looked like the kitchen. The buttons of his pristine dress shirt were plucked apart to reveal his bronzed chest, and long fingers firmly clasped around a short glass of whiskey; you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him look more casual. “It’s good to see you, doll.” The sound of his voice made you shudder. Bucky was unsure whether he could approach. More than anything, he wanted to wrap his arms around you, hold you again and make you promise to never disappear again, but the look on your face caused him to remain unmoved. “Steve told me everything…” From behind, Steve chuckled and muttered. “You ratted me out pretty quick, bunny.”

“I don’t like lying.” Your eyes remained trained on Bucky and finally broke to glance over your shoulder at Steve. “I guess that’s something you feel pretty comfortable doing with me.” Crossing your arms over your chest, Steve moved to be standing behind you, resting his hands on your shoulder and sharing a meaningful look with Bucky. “Jeez, you’re a ball buster, doll.” He muttered, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and then taking a small step forward to gradually close the distance. “Did he mention how much we hated lying to you?” He quirked his brows, placing down his whiskey glass. “Did he say how we were trying to find the best way to tell you the truth?” The gaze you held with him dropped to the wooden floorboards. “Did he tell you that we didn’t want to scare you away?” Bucky’s nimble fingers pinched your chin, tilting your head up and muttering so gently. “We lied, and we’re so sorry.” The words slipped from his lips so genuinely.

You attempted to find some resolve, just trying not to fall for his charm. “H-he told me about your job.” Bucky simply nodded; it was something he knew he’d need to discuss with you eventually. If he was being honest, Steve probably did a better job explaining. Bucky certainly knew that he lacked nuance sometimes when it came to these more sensitive subjects. “Steve has been open and honest with me. So, I need you to do that too, James. I need to feel like I can move forward knowing everything.”

Bucky was quiet, lips pursed and eyes flickering towards you and Steve. “We can do this tomorrow-” Steve attempted to save him, but Bucky blurted out. “I spoke to Timothy Lewinski about hiring you.” You could feel Steve’s hands tightening on your shoulders as if trying to ground you at that moment. “Doll, that fuckwit boss you had treated you like garbage. I just wanted better for you-” “I asked you not to get involved in my career, James.” The use of his given name made Steve fight a smirk, sensing that this fiery side could perhaps rival that similar side that Bucky had. “If I was going to get hired by a company, then I wanted it to be on my own merit and ability.”

“I just put a good word in,” Bucky announced before his brain could chastise himself for fibbing. He wondered if you had reacted better if he might have told you about the bribe, but perhaps it was better to just let that stay his secret – not even Steve knew about the money he had slipped to Timothy. “That was all I did…” Then shaking his head. “Timmy was likely to contact you anyway; I helped move the process along.”

A heavy frown found your lips; the only thing comforting was the feel of Steve’s fingers pressing into your shoulders. “I think we should get some rest.” The blonde reasoned. “It has been a long day, right?” He urged, glancing at Bucky too and nodding his head. “Did you get the room all set up?” They both took steps back from you, allowing you a moment to breathe some fresh air affected by their whiskey-soaked breath or warm cologne. “Oh yeah, even got the finest Egyptian cotton sheets.” Winking at you before turning on his heel and beginning to ascend the stairs, Steve’s hand slipped down your frame, resting on her lower back and edging you to follow.

It was late. Perhaps after a good night of sleep, you might be able to come to some rational conclusion about all this madness. As they led you through their home, you attempted to take in as many little details as possible. The walls were decorated with the finest art; you wondered if they were pieces that Steve had collected through the years of living here. Passing by each room, the doors were elegantly carved and had fantastic shiny golden knobs. You wondered what secrets were hiding behind each door. They both stopped; Bucky pushed the door open and allowed you to take a few steps inside.

It was the most fantastic guest bedroom you had ever seen. Offering a space to stay in your apartment meant your guest sleeping on your bed whilst you took up space on the couch, but Bucky and Steve had a whole other bedroom double the size of your own that they could offer. “Are you going to be comfortable sleeping in that?” Bucky quizzed, gesturing to your loose-fitting shirt and bottoms. You simply nodded, wandering over to a bookshelf and running your fingers across the leatherbound spine. They were all beautiful first editions, and your mind boggled as you speculated if they read these books or if they were there for decoration only. “Did you need anything else, bunny?”

“No.” You responded evenly, finally turning to look at them both. “I’d like some time alone so I can think, please.” They both seemed to nod in understanding. “Try not to think too hard, doll. Get some rest.” He requested, settling his tattooed hand on the doorknob. “If you need us for anything, our room is just down the hall. Just follow the sound of Steve’s snoring.” He jested, causing Steve to bark out a sudden laugh. “Yeah, like I’m the only one who snores.” He bit back and then turned his attention back towards you. “See you in the morning.” Steve winked then, tugging Bucky from the room in the next second, the door clicking shut to signify that you were finally alone.

You didn't move for a few seconds, just keeping your eyes focused on the door they had left through. This all felt so surreal; you wondered how your life had managed to change so much in such a short period. There were still so many questions and worries buzzing around in your mind, from the thought of being in a polyamorous relationship to thinking about the more dangerous aspect of their jobs and how your entire life could be impacted by a tiny mistake.

You sunk into an armchair in the corner of the room, slipping your phone from your pocket and beginning to write down all your thoughts and feelings; writing was where you felt most at home. It was the only sane way they were able to express and process your emotions in a way that you could reflect on and in a way that you could understand. You wrote paragraphs and paragraphs of text, explaining your feelings about Steve and then your feelings about Bucky, the way you felt so scared about their jobs and betrayed by their lies. Then you wrote of the hope for the future, that you could find a way to trust them again, that you could find a way to love two people and how you could genuinely accept both of their love.

Love. You wondered if you could bring yourself to say those little words to Steve and Bucky. Before discovering their lies, you could have seen yourself falling in love with one of them. There was no denying that they treated you very well; each of their dates was so unique, and you showed both of their personalities so perfectly. Clearly, Bucky enjoyed treating you to more extravagant things, whereas Steve liked to share the quieter moments with you.

There was never a point that you felt scared of them, even after what Detective Carol had said about them being dangerous, or when Bucky had confirmed it, or even when Steve had told you the truth. Your rational mind said to you that you should be scared, but the emotional part reminded you that you knew these guys, you’d spent time with them and been alone with them, even shared sincerely intimate moments with them, and they had never pushed you to do anything, they’d never expected too much and always moved at your pace. Yes, they’d lied, but if they had told you the truth about their relationship from the beginning, you probably would have denied them both. Now you were in deep with both, wondering how you were supposed to return to a normal life without them. Maybe you didn’t have to return to a normal life.

You had been unaware of when you had fallen asleep. The armchair beneath you had been too comfortable; resting your eyes for a couple minutes had led to you completely falling into a deep slumber. When you awoke, it was with a hard snort, trying to shield your tired eyes from the blinding sun that poured through the windows. It took you a few moments to adjust to your surroundings, standing on wobbly feet and approaching a mirror, glancing into it at yourself and groaning at your appearance, trying your best to make yourself look presentable.

From the rooms below, you could hear a soft chatter. It was welcoming to be around people. Usually, when you woke up, your attention would instantly drawn to your phone, but instead, you are happy to be around the company. You took a little time to straighten the guest bedroom they had gifted you, slipping your phone into your pocket and then exiting to find the stairs they had guided you up the night before.

As you wandered down the stairs, the voice only grew louder. “… I heard that Nat and Bruce are in the Maldives.” Bucky was speaking, his voice lower and husky with morning gravel. “Do you know anything about this?” “Yeah, I had some idea about it,” Steve answered quickly, sounding a little more awake than the brunette. “We’re dealing with that Rollins situation. I’m doing some searching, but so far, it’s quiet.” In response, Bucky simply hummed.

Following their voices leads you to the kitchen, a beautifully decorated room. You got the feeling that it was really the heart of the home. Bucky was stood there in some comfortable-looking jogging bottoms, sitting at a steaming cup of coffee. Steve looked like he had just returned from a morning run, headphones hanging loosely around his phone and shirt drenched with a deep ‘v’ of sweat down the middle. “Morning bunny, did you sleep well?” Steve asked, realising your presence.

“Uh, yeah.” You replied softly, moving further into the room and hovering awkwardly by the island. “Um, did you?” They both smiled and nodded at you. “Are you hungry? I can make you something. I make killer pancakes, right, Buck? They’re low fat, but they taste just as good…” Your eyes found Bucky; he shook his head, earning a glare from Steve in return. “Or how about an omelette…? Or we have cereal somewhere, I think…” Glancing over his shoulder back in your direction.

Sensing that you were a little overwhelmed, Bucky muttered. “Give her a minute to wake up, Steve. Not everyone is a morning person.” He then used his food to scoot a barstool in your direction. You took a seat and placed your hands on the dark marbled counters. “Do you have any orange juice?” You asked softly, cluttering around the fridge. Steve found a carton, poured you a glass and slid it in your direction. “Sorry bunny, I’m just happy to have you around.”

After taking a sip, you smiled. “It’s actually… nice to be here.” You decided. “This place is beautiful. Did you have any hand in designing it?” They both nodded, which amazed you, but somehow you could understand that this was their home; they wanted every little detail to be perfectly how they wanted it. “It’s amazing.”

“Thanks, doll.” The brunette gifted you a tiny smile, and you took another couple of sips of your orange juice. “I’ve been thinking all night.” You finally decided to say as you placed the glass down. Both looked in your direction, their faces a mixture of worry and optimism. “I’ve been thinking about you… about what you want… about what you hid from me… and about being truthful about it.” You began. It seemed Bucky had wanted to say something but pursed his lips to stop himself from making matters worse. “This is so difficult because there are so many moving parts.” You explained, eyes darting down to the counter before up to both. “I just can’t seem to shake how much I like you both, and that scares me because I… I don’t want to be the reason I put the people I love in danger.”

“Doll…” Bucky let out a soft sigh. “Doll, I promise we won’t let anything bad happen to anyone you love. We look out for our own. Always.” He said, pressing his hands to the counter. Steve had promised that same thing. It really resonated deep within you, nodding your head. “We don’t know what this will be like, and all we’re asking is that you try…”

A few quiet moments took over the kitchen. “I want to try.” They swore that both of their hearts stopped at that moment, raising your gaze and looking at them both. “I want to try.” They rounded the counter, Steve standing on one side and Bucky on the other. “I wanna…” Bucky cupped your face, tilting your head back so that he could capture your lips in a heated kiss. In the next second, Steve’s lips were crushing your own as Bucky’s mouth nipped and suckled at your throat. “Say it again, doll.” He urged breathlessly. You pulled away from Steve, looking at them both and whispering. “I want to try.”

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