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geminixevans-stan · 3 years

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Blue Waterfalls

Pairing: sub!Stucky x Mafia!Female Reader

Words: 3.5k+

Summary: Fresh off a business trip, your boys decide to get your attention in the wrong way.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit language, Porn with a plot Explicit sexual content, mentions of murder, mmf threesome, use of a sex toy, use of cock rings, bondage, mommy kink, dacryphilia oral m receiving, anal, vaginal sex, creampie (Vaginal and anal) light slapping, edging, squirting, mommy kink, panties used as a gag, teasing.

A/N: Andddd another one! Loving the energy I’m having lately. This is nastyyyy and I hope y’all have an extra set of panties somewhere cause it gets hot! My mommy kink knows no bounds and it was much fun dominating these two super soldiers. Like, comment, & reblog ♥

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

As if you wanted this bullshit as soon as you got home. The minute you set foot in the spacious mansion, your phone rang with your right hand, Curtis on the line. Seems like Drysdale’s boys decided to put their noses in your business and make a commotion while you were away. Nothing made you madder than his bitch ass touching what didn’t belong to him. What made it worse? You couldn’t bring your best boys on your trip and you were a raging bitch without them. Nobody could scratch your itch the way they could and you were due for a few rounds with them.

Except… they were nowhere in sight. Nothing that you weren’t used to, they had their own shit to handle. But just your luck right? Your job was never done as the Queen of Brooklyn and as you burst into your office and sit angrily in your chair, you knew a couple of people were gonna die. May it be tonight or tomorrow, you didn’t give a fuck. Drysdale was going to get hit where it hurt. Fucking trust fund prick didn’t even know what to do with his own shit half the time.

As you listened to Curtis give you the rundown on the damages, your blood boiled more. “Where the fuck was head of security? I swear if it was an inside job, I’ll handle that fucker myself,” you raged, placing your feet on the desk.

Curtis let out his own huff of frustration, “Looks like he went AWOL an hour before the break-in,” oh yeah, headshots were the only way to go now. The prick Rumlow always seemed like a shifty fuck. He was going to be the first hit on your list.

“When you get his whereabouts, you let me know. I want to be the last bitch he sees,” you order. Yeah, it was harsh but these limp dick motherfuckers needed to know who to fuck with. You weren’t the one or two and they knew that. Yet, for some reason, Drysdale thought he could. But oh, you were a bitch who loved to torture and it was gonna be fun bringing him slowly down to his knees.

The conversation shifted to normal business when you heard the creak of your door opening and golden locks appearing in the doorway. Those deep blues were the second to be in your sight, causing your nerves to ignite like no other. Your eyes stared up at the dopey smile that always made your heart melt. Bending your finger in a come hither motion, Steve caught the signal pushing the door open showing an antsy Bucky behind him.

Made your whole body warm knowing they missed you just as much as you missed them. But they would have to wait while you handled business. Steve strode in, Bucky kicking the door closed a little too loudly. Snapping your head up, you gave him a knowing glare making him mouth a quick sorry. He was so cute with his hair pulled in a high bun, face clean like you liked it. It was still unbelievable how both of these men were yours.

But who could blame them? Every man wanted a piece and would give Steve and Bucky glares because they were the only ones to get a constant taste of the prettiest pussy they had ever seen. You could have swooned the first time they told you that and they made sure to let you know they were all yours. Both men walked on each side of you looking at you with pure lust and hunger.

You knew those looks, lifting your leg up and pressing your heel into Steve’s chest. He caught your foot, unclasping the strap from your ankle and sliding your heel off. He made quick work of massaging your foot, the act already making you melt in your seat. Bucky, on the other hand, had his hands already coasting up your shirt silently whining. These two were going to be the literal death of you, the only men that could be.

“Oh yeah boss, looks like Drysdale left a little a message for you,” Curtis’s voice booming into your phone snapping you from the ministrations of both men.

You push Bucky’s hands down, causing him to groan audibly. That was strike two for him and he was on the fast track to strike three. “Just a minute Curt,” you said placing the phone on mute. Your turn your head towards bucky, lifting his chin up to look at you, “Baby let me finish this call, okay? Can you do that for me?” you say in a sweet tone.

His eyes glistened up to yours and then went back dark, “No… missed you too much.” he declares, pushing his hands back up your chest. That. Was. It.

Your hand ghosted down to his neck squeezing tightly, “I was being nice but, fuck with me and find out Buck,” giving him that look that he knew all too well. It had to be “disobey the Queen day” because Steve was already on his knees, pushing his head past your skirt. His lips coasting up your inner thighs and you knew you weren’t going to get anything done, “Steve… move,” when his breath met your clothed lips, your free hand clutched his locks and brought him out.

It was time to get some shit back in order at home. Whatever had gotten into them, you were about to fix that shit quick. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you two but get those asses in the room. Clothes better off by the time I get there.”

Both men looked at you and then at each other, knowing they royally fucked up. Your eyes took in the silent exchange, leaning up from your seat, “I see you both here when I shouldn’t… Go!” If it was a race to get out the door, it would have been a freaking tie. With the coast clear, you picked the phone back up unmuting it. You let out a huff of air, sinking back in the chair, “I’m back Curt,” he let out a low chuckle, knowing just why it took you so long.

“Boys back ain’t they?”

“You know it and since you know that, keep everything together for a few hours. Gotta get these two in check.”

“That bad huh? Don’t hurt em too bad boss”

“Oh, I am,” you end the call leaving the phone on the desk as you stand up and walk out of the office and upstairs to hopefully a pair of naked men.

The clicking of your heels was getting louder causing Bucky and Steve to stand at attention, hands at their sides when you finally emerge into the room. The sight before you was nothing but art and it should be a sin for them both to look this good. It was a shame how bad you wanted to get on your knees and make them both feel good but they decided to change those plans.

Your two men. Who knew that little old you would make two towering men as nervous as you made them. But here they were, Adams apples bobbing in their throats as they look at you anxiously. You stalk over to them slowly, putting purpose to your steps as you stand in front of Steve.

Caressing his face with your medium acrylics, sends a visual shiver down his spine as you give him a slow peck to his lips, “Hungry Stevie?” He nods at you slowly, resulting in a sweet smile from you. “Always so greedy you know that? Let’s fix that hm?”

He watches you in anticipation as your bunch your skirt up over your hips and pull your lace panties down your smooth legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. You wrap the thin piece around your finger dangling the material in his face. Steve leans up desperately to smell before you grasp his face tightly, making him open his mouth and simultaneously shoving the lace in his mouth.

His eyes automatically roll to white, savoring the taste on his tongue, “Don’t think that’s a reward baby,” you coo at him, looking over to Bucky and pulling your skirt back down. Sauntering over to your beefy love, you give him the same sweet peck, lowering your hand down to wrap around his painfully hard cock.

His breath hitches against your lips the minute you slow stroke up to his full hardness, “My sweet boy,” you whisper against his lips, “So needy…” He whines against your lips and you coo softly, “I know baby… I know,” adding pressure to his red and leaking tip.

You fist his leaking cock, letting his arousal coat your hand before you snatch it away and shove two fingers in his mouth making him taste himself, “I think you both forgot some manners… Let me teach em again. You know where to go,” you order, slipping your fingers from Bucky’s mouth.

Walking off, you disappear into the next room, picking a few goodies out of your toy chest. You hear the shuffle in the next room, smiling to yourself for your obedient boys. Still didn’t mean they were off the hook. Placing the items of torture on the middle counter, you change out of your clothes and pick out a fresh pair of lingerie. Slipping on the soft material against your skin, you check yourself out in the mirror before stepping out into the shared room.

The men lay their eyes on you, cocks bobbing up as they take you in. Too distracted by how good you looked, they don’t pay attention to the toys laid out before them. Two sets of everything; Cuffs, cocks rings that they love so much, and the new man wand that you bought as a gift during your trip. This one was what you were most excited about. You were in the mood for some tears and you hope for the price tag that it lived up to the money you spent.

Picking up the cuffs, you make it to Steve’s side of the bed, pulling his arms up and wrapping the custom-made leather around his wrists, securing them to the metal bars of the bed. You lean down, pressing your lips to his cheek, “Safeword Stevie,” since his mouth was occupied, he put up the number three with his fingers, “Good boy,” you whisper looking down as a fresh drip of pre-cum dribbles from his slit.

Giving one last tug to the cuffs, you take a trip over to Bucky’s side, seeing the one red, leaky head turning to a light purplish color. Smirking over at him, you run a soft finger up the underside of his cock, making him whine and buck up to your hand. One quick smack to his thigh settles him down, “This is what needy sluts get,” you say, placing the cuffs around his wrists and securing them that same as Steve’s, “Safeword?” you ask.

He gives you a desperate look, groaning out, “plums,’” you give him a sweet kiss on the nose, leaning back up and moving away from him.

You walk away, standing at the end of the bed looking at your work, “Look at my boys, so pretty when you’re tied up,” biting down your bottom lip as you collect both rings on your finger and crawl up in the bed, sitting on your haunches in between them.

Holding the rings behind your back, you pull from behind you showcasing the blue and red metal. Automatic protests come from both men, Steve’s more muffled. Bucky pulled at the cuffs, leaning up slightly, “Don’t… please not those,” he gulps at your wicked smile. He knew his begging wasn’t going to get him out of this.

Looking between both men, you give a low chuckle and pushing bucky back down, “Since you have so much to say, you go first,” placing the blue ring on Steve’s chest, “don’t get too comfortable,” you wink at him, hearing a strained whine.

You turn your attention on to bucky, dragging your finger down his chest, meeting his abs, and meeting his pelvis. Draping a leg over his, you nestle in between his legs, seeing his length soften a bit. Giving him a small tsk, “That just won’t do,” you murmur, dipping your head down to suck his balls in your mouth and rolling them over your tongue, fisting his cock at the same time.

He squirms in your touch, panting out loudly, “Ah fuck! I can’t take it, I won’t last,” his whining cut short when you let him slip from your mouth and lubing the ring with your spit before sliding the ring down the length of his cock. Seeing the strain in his face, you give him a small smile and place a soft kiss to his tip before going over to Steve.

The man before you was in pure bliss, he was really your angel but sometimes he like to test your patience. For that, he had to endure the same as his best friend and if you didn’t know any better, he was lowkey loving it. It took no time to get the ring secured around his cock, he stayed at attention the entire time.

Little Slut

You crawled back down to grab your new toy, nestling yourself back in between your beautiful men. Holding it up in front of you, they looked at each other and then back at you, “Oh don’t look like that,” you smile, pressing your knees into the mattress, “Gonna let me try something new?” you ask, laughing out, “Oh, that’s right… you have no choice,” saying through hooded eyes.

Giving them a quizzical look, you tap the tip of your nail against your chin, “Hmm, wonder who gets to go first,” smirking in the evilest way. Looking over at Bucky, you announce, “Since you decided to try me earlier… you get to watch first,” bucky tries to protest before you give him a glare, “You want to make it worse? Keep it up and Steve will be the only one that cums tonight,” you never see Bucky snap his mouth shut so quick.

Leaning over you slightly smack his cheek, “Such a good boy. Now eyes on us,” and just like that, you crawl over to an anxious Steve, his chest rising up and down.

You smile down at him, nuzzling your nose against his, clicking on the toy, and bringing it to the underside of his cock. Steve arches up into the toy feeling the vibrations run down his entire length. You hear the muffled broken moan around your panties. Oh, this toy is about to be a fav, you thought, moving the toy higher up to his leaking head, watching his eyes flutter, you click the button again making the vibration go higher.

Looking down, you can see his cock twitching, turning the wand off just in time. Steve falls back onto the bed, protesting behind his occupied mouth. “What was that baby? Can’t seem to hear you?” laughing at him as you drag your nails down his chest. You look back at Bucky, his cock bobbing and leaking, “Still with me?”

He croaks a low, “Yes…” you quirk your eyebrow at him and he instantly corrects himself, “Yes m-mommy.”

You give a sound of appreciation, clicking the toy back on, “Good boy… Wanna see a pretty boy cry?” he nods over at you and you put your attention back on Steve, placing the silicone piece at the vein creeping his cock. Setting the vibration back to two, Steve squirms in again, groaning out as you swirl his milky sack in your free hand.

The sight of this muscular super soldier being putty in your hands was causing gush after gush of slick to coat your panties and Bucky could smell it, his cock twitching and clear fluid dribbling down his thickness as he watches you take Steve apart.

After the third ruined orgasm, the tears were falling down Steve’s flush cheeks, his body jerking up and down for some type of release. You coo at him and press your lips to his cheek, “Almost over baby,” turning your sight on Bucky, “Your turn, sweet boy,” turning away from Steve who tried to chase after you only to be met with resistance.

Looking down at his shiny cock, you knew he had to be going through it, “Aww my baby being so good for me. Tell me… wanna cum don’t you?”

He leans up to you, “Fuck yes mommy,” he whines, “See what you do to me? Put me out my misery I’m sorry for being needy! Please! Please!” fuck, he begs so sweet.

A moan slips out your lips at the way he begs, pushing him back down, you lean over him pulling the cups of your bra down, “Here baby, you might need something to suck on,” his head jerked up sucking your nipple in between his lips as he sighed contently.

The click of the toy filled the room once more as you slide the soft material over his tip, causing him to moan against your hardened nub, his tongue laving and swirling over it. Sliding it slowly up and down his length, his slick getting the black silicone slippery. You use the extra lube to fuck him with it sighing out as his teeth bite down, “So good bucky baby, just like that,” clenching your thighs together and rocking back and forth.

You knew your wetness was coating your thighs and it was becoming too much, but the twitch of Bucky’s cock snapped you back to where you needed to be as you snatched the toy from him and shut it off. Buck let out a strained whine, never letting go of his favorite part of you, arching his back at the loss of contact. Looking down at him, you could already see the tears forming in your needy baby’s eyes. One more would bring him to a babbling mess.

Not waiting for his cool down, you set the toy to the third vibration, taking it to the base as he latched on to your other nipple, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You look down at him, smirking at how desperate he was. This time around, it didn’t take that long for cock to twitch again, you let the toy stay there until you saw his balls scrunch up and turned off and threw the toy down.

Bucky pulled from your mouth, bursting into the prettiest tears he ever made, “Mommy please!!” he screams out, babbling about being a good boy from now on and the next thing you heard was Steve’s begging. Both calling out to you in ways you had never heard.

Not being able to take it any longer, you looking in between them saying, “C’mere,” and just like that the headboard broke as both men lunged at you, breaking the cuffs in two.

They encased you in the middle of them bringing you down to the bed, ripping off the flimsy fabric. Each man growled against your skin as Steve sank into you first, making you scream out at the stretch he gave you. Bucky reaches between your legs to gather your slick and rubbing over your puckered hole before pushing past the tight ring.

You sigh out as they still inside of you, Steve pulling your thigh over his hip. Their lips attach to each side of your neck, pulling out and snapping back in tandem. They held a bruising grip on your hips as they thrust in your tight holes, nipping and biting at your flesh. You scream out when Steve changes his angle, hitting the spot deep in you over and over making you see stars.

The words stuttering from your mouth, “Fuck! Just.. just. Oh shit,” you scream digging your nails in Steve’s back and gripping Bucky’s brown locks with the other hand.

Bucky reached in between you and Steve’s body, strumming your clit just how you liked, not taking much for you to fall apart in between them, “Yesyesyesyes!” feeling your release squirt out covering both of their cocks.

Both of them held on to you, using your body as they chased their high, making you come two more times before they stilled screaming out curses as they spilled into you. Bucky filled your ass to the brim, cum spilling around him as Steve, painted your silky walls with his spend.

They held you tightly, your body still twitching from the last orgasm. You feel the lips trailing your skin, your hearing clouded as the blood disappears from your ears.

As your high comes down, you look at the soft dopey smiles plastered on their faces, placing a soft kiss to Steve’s forehead. He nuzzled into your touch, opening his eyes up at you, “Did so good for me baby,” you whisper, turning over to give Bucky a soft kiss to his lips, “So did you, sweet boy,” they clung on to you, just wanting to be close to you.

You try to get up and try and take care of them but they pull you back down, eyes widening when you feel their cocks twitching inside you.

Bucky chuckles against your ear, “Never said we were done,” pressing his lips to the outer shell.

Looks like this was gonna be a long night.

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jin0 · 3 years

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If We Could Turn Back Time

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

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You responded by crying louder in your hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckled, eyes closed and practically asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂!

𝐼 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 | steve and bucky teach themselves a valuable lesson on kindness.

𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 | hurt//comfort || angsty fluff

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 | caregiver AU! daddy!stucky × little![black//woc]reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 | 8.9K

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 18+ a bit nsfw, ddlg + cglt lifestyle, daddy kink, extremely bratty reader + jealous reader, this is angsty but fluff is promised!!! crying, veggie mac and cheese (sorry if you don’t like mac and cheese or like veggie mac and cheese! you can replace it with a comfort food of yours or anything you find really nasty that you don’t like in your comfort food!), feeling unworthy of love, blow job//face fucking mention, hints of anal, envy: do not compare yourself to others please you are wonderful || little glossary || natasha’s little: ruby roo; tony’s littles: blossom + candy + dolly; sam’s little: bambi; wanda and vision’s littles: teddy and taffy; bruces little: peach ~ DNI IF YOUR’E NOT 18+ ~

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 | go away by strawberry switchblade

𝔀. 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 | eeeh it’s here! gonna establish in this hc that most of the avengers (tony, sam, natasha, bruce, wanda and vision) have littles! ♡ i really might make a series based on this caregiver AU on the avengers but i hope you cherubs enjoy this! ♡

+ p.s || do not repost or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡

LONG STREAMS OF TEARS DRIP DOWN SLOWLY FROM YOUR LASHES

some have dried stickily yet fresh dew drops still drip down your peachy cheeks. it doesn’t help that they are encouraged with every second that passes when you stare into the bare white wallpapered corner.

you’re sitting on the very chair of shame

you never felt this way in a long time nor felt this way when being put on it. it’s usually for petty little things that ends you up in this case; either snapping back at daddy or papa at the dinner table, making a mess and refusing to clean it up, being rude to your playmates and the usual-

being the ungodly brat that you are

before being forced to sit twenty-thirty or even a whole hour on the tiny wooden pink chair bored you to an impossible extent. you would impatiently wait as you fawned over your cute ruffled socks or painted acrylics until the Little Twin Star timeout alarm rang. heart beating with fortune when the little pastel angels hit the bell with their tiny wands.

afterwards your daddies’ would walk right back into the kitchen. stopping the chiming timer as they knelt down on their knees to face you. their large warm hands rubbing calming circles on your shoulders and cupping your chin as they ask if you learned your lesson.

their shining turquoise eyes would shine with sympathy and tenderness but of course you’d respond that you had learned your lesson despite feeling bitter of the situation. wrapping your arms around your papa’s neck for comfort as your daddy pressed kisses on your face but that gratification felt so far away.

this time everything‘s different, everything’s ten times worse

glossy lips that were normally graced with a gleaming smile are now pulled into a devastating pout. a sorrowful perk that only reaches the quivering motion when you’re incredibly upset, eyes sore from your tears that continue to multiply despite you wiping them with the sleeve of your wrist. ass sore from the sharp spanks daddy imprinted on each of your cheeks and your nose stuffed from your excessive cries. all being heard but not being compensated.

a hiccup excludes your lips then a little broken sob after as your hands scrunch the pink tulle material of your sparkly tutu. head bowed down in your own little blue state, a little thunder cloud floats above and pours down its doleful rain upon you. heart going at a stumbling pace, you wish you could go back in time to fix what you did but it’s too late.

you had to face the consequences, even when you feel unlovable right now

the man who put you in the tiny time out chair stands a few feet behind you, taking in your staggering sobs, dripping tears and stifled sniffles. the soft lotion tissue box or the timeout comfort box as he and Bucky like to call it, is on the floor besides you but you don’t use it.

you aren’t grabbing the small teddy bear that you were allowed to touch and hold. not reading the small little book that he and Bucky made that held all the soft reminders you needed to hear. even if it was four pages it usually helped when you couldn’t stop crying. and you weren’t scribbling your emotions or feelings on the small sketch pad with the sparkly crayon of your favorite color.

you’re just hunched in your own sad world, deep within your thoughts and cascading emotions

it made Steven frown to himself behind the wide kitchen island, wiping the white marble down one last time. soaking the cleaning rag in some hot water at the empty faucet he is looking over his hard work. he swept and mopped the floor, did the dishes then put them away, cleaned the bar stools thoroughly and put away any leftovers that weren’t soiled from the floor away.

Steven is officially done tidying up the huge mess you made. with the exception of scolding you throughout the whole scrubbing and polishing process as well as having to spank you when you didn’t listen when he said to stay put in the time out chair. all because you were that stubborn to admit the wrong you’ve done and then was the wrong time for you to walk out on him.

this whole predicament is about to be solved but as of now, Steven doesn’t exactly know what to do

with Bucky on his way home Steven takes a staggering breath. scrunching his brows as his fingers rub the brink of his nose when the beginning or a head ache starts to present itself.

how is he going to explain everything to Bucky?

what happened today isn’t easy to explain and your outrageous rude behavior won’t just be upsetting to talk about but he can imagine the session of disappointment overtaking him again when bringing it up to Bucky. however at this moment, Steven is satisfied he got his clean kitchen back but annoyed it took him so long for him to finish.

irritated blue eyes dash from the cleaning supplies on the counters then to your hand printed ass underneath the barely there coverage of the fluffy tutu. the super soldier doesn’t know how he’s going to bring up your outburst today with Bucky nor is he going to handle the punishment his stern significant other is gonna dish out for their precious angel.

Steven strongly believes his discipline would be enough to please Bucky. the one hour and fifty minute timeout session you had to go through and the harsh thirty-five spankings seemed more than enough to Steven. although he does know he’s going to have to tell Bucky to go easy on you today, your bad behavior will not go by without an important talk and some sort of nonphysical punishment (he will convince Bucky of pursuing so) afterwards.

today it seemed you had enough and he did too, but by the end of the day Bucky had to agree to. it takes all of Steven’s willpower to not self sabotage the timer. attempt to make the remaining ten minutes cut down to ten seconds so he can wipe those tears away and cradle you in his arms. already feeling guilty about it all even when you were in major fault.

ask you why you acted the way you did and end the situation right then and there

of course he cannot do that (at least not right now) no matter how much it’ll benefit you and him. his angel has to come to terms with what she did and face the consequences of her actions. Steven is still shocked and disgusted with the behavior, attitude and offences you committed two hours ago.

putting away the cleaning supplies, he wished he could let you out of that corner but he and Bucky developed and sustained a strict discipline system. it took awhile for him to refrain from your sobs and cries when you had to with go through your punishments but Bucky insisted that you have to learn your lesson.

Steven looks at the timer again while filling your Pompompurin sippy cup with water and still sees that ten minutes remain. scoffing wondering why time can’t go by any faster, he wants you in his arms so he’ll take care of you cause he knows you’re hungry and tired. you barely ate breakfast because of how excited you were this morning and on top of that you didn’t take your nap. not to mention dehydrated from crying your eyes out for two hours straight-

his poor baby

as a result of all this he immediately begins prepping your extremely late lunch and early dinner. taking out your sectioned Disney princess plate, Steven settles your sandwich slices on the large quarter. skipping on your usual chip puffs to be placed in one of the smaller dividers he replaces the unhealthy snack with roasted vegetables. finishing it all with heating up some chicken noodle soup from a dinner nights before at the stove top to placing it in your bowl.

while doing the dishes the timer goes off but as Steven notices you don’t kick your feet together in relief like you usually do. instead you stay quiet and continue sniffing as if you don’t notice the sound of your freedom. finishing off the last dish Steven dries his hand with the hand towel at his hips and turns off the timer. approaching your hunched body sitting on the chair that continues to shed tears and sniffle.

hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop behind you. a large warm hand pats down on your head soothingly before it rests on your shoulder. “that’s enough time out. let’s get you ready for dinner angel.” your daddy’s voice soft and low but you restrict yourself from falling for it.

Steven’s hand is warm and inviting but you resist the urge to fall back against it. to allow him to help you up and wipe your tears and nose away with a tissue. allow him to take care of you. looking away from his attentive stare to glare down at your frilly white socks.

dirty from the mess you made, from the mess that you are

feeling dirty when you tried to storm out of the kitchen but you slipped on the food you purposely spilled and made a mess of your outfit. you feel dirty now being enveloped in it all, not seeming to find any reason to stop crying. cause not only is your outfit ruined but your knees are scarped with boo boos here and there from the fall and Steven didn’t even kiss them.

instead he gave you spankings because you didn’t listen to him to stay put in the stupid chair. not forgetting the vigorous spankings that still sting and burn uncomfortably as you shift your bum against the chair presently. he gave them to you, ordered you to thank him for them, then ordered you to sit your bratty ass back on the chair.

so now you won’t leave, even when he told you it was enough

Steven couldn’t feel the hurricane occurring inside your head but he knew he had to help you ease it, you didn’t deserve to go through this. you’re his precious angel, you made a mistake out the rage of your emotions and it can be forgivable.

“you did good angel pie. daddy’s so proud you took your punishment well. c’mon, let daddy take care of you angel-” attempting to take his hands in yours you snatch it back, cloudy red starlight eyes targeting his.

“no! go away!” you snap back, pulling away from him with a gritted sob filled with so much forced anger it makes Steven’s heart break.

getting on his knees he’s face to face with you know but you don’t eve stare back at him long enough for you to let out a whimper. the little helpless sound pulling at his heart strings.

“why not angel? don’t you want daddy to take care of you? daddy needs to take care of you angel pie-”

“i’m not your angel pie! go away and leave me alone,” you grit as you shoved him away. that’s right, you shoved him away.

“then who’s my angel pie? doll I only see one little girl in the world who’s my angel pie and she’s right in front of me. don’t tell daddy to go away, i’m staying right here.” Steven’s soft voice breaks into your head, interrupting your rushing thoughts.

one large hand continues to stroke your hair while the other cups the side of your face, lifting it up so you meet your gaze with his. your eyes shine with a cry, you want to hear him tell you he loves you. to wrap his arms around you and never let you go. to show you every bit of love and affection you’ve been deprived of the past two hours.

the love you’re questioning if you deserving of it

with that silent cry and the sad sparkle in your glassy hues it’s like Steven knows exactly what to do. wrapping your body up in his arms he pulls you towards him, sitting on the floor with you in his lap he softly whispers the three magical words that pull you out of the storm in your head. tenderly rocking you as he presses kisses to the crown of your head, your head resting in the crook of his head while his hands rub your back.

soft praises of daddy’s sorry and daddy loves you calms you down, makes the tears in your eye lessen and your punches and pushes to his chest settle down. fingers curl into the thick material of Stevens sweater, your tears and sobs slowly disappearing with each kiss your daddy gives you. all until they’re completely absent.

eyelids heavy you feel like with just another minute you’d fall asleep. “angel pie?” Steven’s voice breaks you away from your slumber.

humming in response you pull your head away from his neck to meet his soft eyes. “daddy had to punish you angel pie, but that doesn’t mean daddy doesn’t love you.” you nod your head along with his statement. needing this reminder as you lace your fingers with his and he gives you a tender squeeze.

lifting your hand to his lips he kisses your knuckles, “no matter how much you’re in trouble, daddy will always love you. no matter how angry daddy is, daddy will always love you. no matter how much your head tells you daddy doesn’t love you, daddy does love you. daddy will always love you angel pie.”

a slow smile spreads on your face, your eyes shining with the same sweet glow that could brighten the darkest corners of the galaxy. with another kiss to your temple Steven wraps his arms around you and carries you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and hands gripping his long sleeved biceps in correspondence.

face drying with tears tucked into the crook of his neck as your daddy walked you both to the bathroom so he could tidy you up before dinner and put you to sleep. settling you down on the porcelain countertop of the double faucets he dried your face with a warm wet cloth. patting over your close lid lashes, cooing at you telling how he hated you crying because your red eyes always tore him apart.

giving you your sailor duck plushie to occupy yourself as he wrapped your hair up gently. happy it didn’t get dirty from your slip earlier Steven ran the water for your bath. “would you like a bubble bath munchkin?” Steven rang and your eyes dashed from the plushed duckies bill to your daddy with your favorite bubble bath in hand.

“yes daddy, thank you.” Steven replied with an of course doll before pouring the silky pale pink liquid into the steaming water. hugging the plushie closer to your chest, your hands holding onto the ducks wing you notice Steven isn’t pulling out your woven basket of bath toys.

“may I please have my rubber fishies and duckies daddy? please?” your soft voice picks up Stevens ears and he sighs. “no angel pie. no toys today, remember you got in trouble this afternoon. i’ve forgiven you but you still have to learn your lesson and deal with the aftermath of your actions. daddy’s spoiling you a bit with the bubble bath but no toys,” you frown at that.

daddy always gave you your toys when you asked but you suppose it was stretch asking at the moment. his attention on you now, Steven helps you strip from your dirty clothes then disregard them to the wooden woven laundry basket until your bare and ready to slip into the bath.

feeling the warmth of the water surround your body when you step in. the bubbly pink surface rests just below your collarbones and you feel a peaceful string of merriment flutter inside you. rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Steven gets straight to work on helping you scrub your body.

pink body sponges in both your hands, you get to work scrubbing off the dry food on your legs as your daddy helps rub and exfoliate your shoulders and back. taking time with cleaning you up until you weren’t sticky and dirty as before Steven unplugged the bath and rinsed your body off once more with warm water.

wrapping your body up with your fluffy Cinnamoroll towel Steven guided you to your separate bedroom and got out a pair of your silk pajamas and your strawberry body lotion.

“are you tired angel?” Steven softly spoke and you nodded your head as he began to pat your towel down onto your skin. “we can’t go ni ni now, angel pie. we have to eat dinner and we have to talk. don’t get too sleepy little one,” his low voice soften before applying the sweet fruity lotion over your curves.

he’s gentle and swift to dress you afterwards and allows you to handle your hair at your vanity when he left your room to arrange your dinner. doing so you step away from your vanity and night time hair products to slip into your fuzzy slippers, walking out of your room until you step into the kitchen. much cleaner then it originally was previously as you actually pay close attention, you see Steven heating up a small pot of soup at the stovetop.

taking your place at one of the barstools that has a plate of food already set for you, you don’t take a bite of your sandwich or vegetables. until Steven sits by you with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup and spoon in his hands. settling it down near your plate he kisses your temple and sits next to you, encouraging you to take your first bites and eat while he eats from his bowl.

“angel pie?”

“yes daddy?” you spoke after slurping a noddle from your soup.

leaning into his touch as Steven cups your cheek with his large palm, thumb rubbing tenderly along your cheekbone. “I need you to tell me why you did what you did this afternoon. I don’t want any lies or excuses, I just want the truth.” a frown deepening your at your lips, you feel your eyes watering as you look down on your plate. “i’m gonna have to tell papa when he comes home on what you did munckin. please tell daddy why you did it so I can tell papa and he’ll understand.”

the frown still stands, you know papa was the one who dished out the more physical punishments and they all left you not wanting to stir trouble if he were to be at the receiving end teaching you a lesson. your mind flashes back to the morning of today, the very beginning of your bad day that eventually had gotten worse through the hours.

it all started just after breakfast, the weekends (specifically Sundays) where laundry days and we’re such a hassle to complete in just a day.

by all means you changed out of your clothes twice- three times through a single day and the amount of socks, skirts, and sweaters of yours in the washer and dryer loads were the majority. after cleaning up your dishes you and papa thought it would be best to fold the cloths and get the loads over with.

chores where always such a hassle in this house. Steven would always complain how messy your playroom was and would scold Bucky why you and him had to make everything a game even when it was something basic and simple as folding and putting away clean laundry.

however he didn’t scold you two when Bucky blasted the Led Zeppelin on the boombox. you and your papa liked spending time together and were planning on spending every second since he was being sent away for a mission in another country in a few days. so getting the chores out of the way, you and him could plan the activities until he left for his mission.

from outlining your days with fun activities between you and him. the topic of lunch interested you both and he proposed afterwards when finished with chores and spending time with you in your playroom coloring and such you both would make mac and cheese. a classic comfort food for you both and it set such a good tune to your optimistic whistle that you were in a rush to get the laundry done and out of the way.

the music of the rock band playing in the background, he occasionally tackled you with tickles on your belly and kisses all over your face. your giggles, playful screams and laughs being heard by Steven downstairs as he tidied up the living area, he smiled to himself.

thankful that he’s living a happy life with both his lovers, the house telephone interrupts his thoughts and he retrieves it. voice going stern as he answered the call and noticing it’s Tony in major need of Bucky assistance with a few assignments for his upcoming mission.

interrupting the session of laughs and giggles when Steven entered the room asking for Bucky to answer the phone. you, not thinking much about it just figure he’s on the phone with auntie Wanda or uncle Sam. Steven quickly filling in Bucky’s spot when he was on the phone, you and Steven manage to put away most of your clothes that belonged in your closet away on hangers.

dancing along to the metal guitar while Steven folded some stuff in your drawers your attention shifted to Bucky when he entered the room. “who were you on the phone with papa?” you perk as you hang up your pairs of jeans. not noticing Bucky’s deep frown and troubled gaze as he looks over to Steven, he takes a breath knowing how this is going to end.

twirling your figure around to meet Bucky, he thought you looked absolutely adorable in your fluffy pink tutu dancing along with the metal rock. “I was talking to Uncle Tony,” that comment has your dancing coming to a stop, knowing where this is going to lead. “there are some things papa has to clear up at the office before my mission next week-”

“what are you saying papa?” your voice broke. it shredded Bucky’s heart to pieces when the sparkle in your eyes was replaced with a chance of tears and a tremble of your lips. “it means papa has to go to the office and sort things out angel pie,” your glare is the only response to that, obviously it isn’t aimed at any of your caregivers but at the floor.

arms crossed over your chest you don’t listen when Steven or Bucky call your name. your frustrated glare not leaving the space of polished wood between your frilly socked feet. “I thought we were gonna have special time today! your gonna be gone in a few days and today is gonna go to waste if you go back to work!” your wail pierces through both Steven and Bucky’s hearts and Bucky picks you up and rocks you in his arms to ease your cries.

“no, no little one. papa’s just going to be gone for just an hour or two. that’s it munckin! i’ll be home before you and daddy finish up cleaning up,”

“how amazing,” Steven mutters and Bucky simply throws a glare at him. rocking you still in his arms. your hands gripping on his metal arm and fleshed bicep his wife beater displayed, your cries and sniffles lessening with each kiss he presses to your crown. “everything is okay angel pie. you have daddy here with you, remember?”

his metal hand wrapping around your chin to lift your head up to meet his gaze. nodding your head, you smile to Steven who softly smiles back while wiping a tear away with his thumb. “you and daddy can spend time together until I come home and when I walk through the door we’ll immediately get started on the mac and cheese! how about that?”

nodding you head enthusiastically you smile a big bright grin, Bucky and Steven smile back and coo at you. getting straight to work on putting your clothes away in the closet and drawers. hearing papa getting himself ready to go out to the tower you also hear him and daddy talking in the background. although you don’t make much of it as you fold pajamas, tank tops and sleeping shorts.

the subject of their conversation you will later on find out long after Bucky left with a kiss to both you and Steven. you and daddy finished putting away your clothes, panties and socks, organizing them accordingly like a good girl. afterwards with a light showering of praises and kisses from Steven he and you camp out on the living room floor.

a large Care Bears blanket smelling fresh of fabric softener covering a quarter of the expansive carpet of the siting area. you and daddy gathered your stuffies for the evening and watched The Carebears Movie, maybe get a nap in. although not halfway through the movie did you and Steven hear a knock on the door that you stood up with a squeal.

dropping your squishmallow that was nestled in your arms down and raced out of the living room and into the hall heading towards the door. Steven at your tail keeping up with you (you’re fast for a little one), he didn’t look reassured one bit on Bucky’s plan on helping to fill his absence since he thought that Steven would be enough.

hell you think it’s Bucky behind the door when it unfortunately isn’t

but Steven hopes and prays that his boyfriend’s plan works, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as peaks into the peep hole. sticking to his side as he undid the locks, your daddy opens the door to reveal- auntie Natasha and Ruby Roo?

your confused face made itself clear when she and your daddy hugged, a large thermal bag in one of her arms and Ruby’s hand in the other she smiles down to you. “hello [y/n]! how are you today angel pie?” the red head exclaims. a soft sparkle in her eyes is comforting but you were hoping for your daddy that it stung something in you.

not answering, all you do is look up to your daddy, “what are they doing here?” you mutter but Steven only smiles that ‘behave’ smile before laughing it off. “that isn’t how we greet our guests little one. say hello to auntie Nat and Ruby Roo,” he spoke and you catch up on the memo when his hand roughly gripes your ass.

“hello auntie Nattie!” you kindly spoke in your sweetest tone before giving the assassin slash caregiver a tight hug and she laughs in response. “hello Ruby,” turning your head to the little dressed in her Winnie the Pooh overalls, she gave you a shy wave back before staring down on her shoes.

Steven requested that you and Ruby Roo go to your playroom and play as he and auntie Natasha started lunch. the very mention of such set a fire that was beginning to break out of you, you weren’t in any mood to interact with anyone. you didn’t even feel like having and entertaining guests because today was suppose to be between you and papa and no one else.

as you stood in the hallway the led to the kitchen with that irritated glare on your face Steven faked a cough and gave you that smile again.

trust me, when I tell you this-

if you weren’t in fear of misbehaving you’d simply walk away from all three of them to your room. where you’d do something else more deserving of your time to pass by, like camp out underneath your cherry printed covers crying for your papa’s absence. however, the glare of Stevens blue hues tripled their icy fire and instead of popping your over-chewed bubblegum at him you grabbed Ruby Roo’s hand.

guiding the petite and soft rounded little upstairs with a hmph, Ruby did her best to catch up and not trip on the steps. auntie Nat smiled and laughed at how kind you were to wanna immediately spend time with Ruby but she clearly didn’t see what Steven could see.

the grown up conversations between her and Steven fade to the back as you walk up the stairs to your playroom. which now led to you and Ruby coloring at your arts and crafts table. partaking in no light or big conversations as swift fingers and busy hands exchanged crayons and other coloring tools.

your glare focused on the paper underneath your hands, making a drawing for papa when he’d come home and save you from all of them. it was the only thing keeping you from ripping it to shreds, you’ve managed to calm yourself down as you felt your anger almost bubble over. counting your crayons until the roughness of you voice came back to your normal tone and whispered the colors as your breathing soothed.

anything to make you feel that papa was here with you, calming you down with him

“are you okay?” Ruby asked, a little meekness in her voice that worried her if she did something to upset you.

“no Roo, i’m not okay. i’m sad and mad and tired. papa was suppose to spend the day with me but he had to leave for work. i’m scared we won’t have any time left before he leaves for his mission. it’s the last moments that I cling on when he goes away because I don’t know if he- he’ll-” your fret deepens until it wobbles.

tears dripping down from your butterfly lashes but you still proceed to color with shaky hands and you’re shocked to find Ruby lending you a tissue. looking up at her figure, her little piglet backpack open on her lap, she places the tissue box on the crafts table. “thank you,” you murmur before taking it to dry your eyes and blow your nose.

“my mommy leaves for a mission next week to. she and your papa are gonna be working together but that’s days away! mommy is making sure to schedule me on lots of playdates when she’s away. a-and I really was hoping we could spend more time together,” her soft whispery voice broke and you simply nod.

you could reply back, you want to reply back but you were in no mood to do so. although the nonverbal gesture of just nodding your head was enough to make Ruby widely smile. hugging her Eeyore stuffie close to her abdomen, happy and thrilled that you agreed as she colored.

as usual when it came to Ruby Roo, the shy and quite nature of her actions and words was slowly disappearing as time went on. slowly engaging in conversations with you instead of nodding and shaking her head. two of you complimented each other on your outfits, she on your tutu as you did on her embroidery overalls and the tiny flower clips in her braids.

nice and quite for you to calm yourself over your thoughts on your papa, although the silence is ended when Steven and auntie Nat enter the room as they laugh on about whatever didn’t concern the littles. picking each of their littles up and taking them to the kitchen to eat their lunch, all you do is frown and huff. looking down on your drawing, you were so lose to finishing it and Steven can sense what’s upsetting you within a blink.

“you can finish your drawing after lunch munckin.”

you roll your eyes and turn your head away, “not hungry.” you grunt and Steven shakes his head at your lie.

“yes you are angel. eat lunch and then you finish your drawing.” but he can still feel your unsatisfaction and displeasement as he walks down the steps holding you close till his lips brush against your ears. “it’s just for today munchkin, okay? be good for daddy please. make me happy,” Steven whispered in your ears and you dropped the frown.

not wanting to disappoint him, you quickly dropped the attitude as he settles you on your seat next to Ruby. “spit it out,”

maybe with some food in you, you’ll calm down. Steven thought as he poured you a plate of macaroni and cheese after demanding you to spit out your gum in his tissue palm. which you did with a pout, but it didn’t add any excitement even when they were serving you your favorite comfort food

well, aunt Natasha’s mac and cheese.

Steven didn’t think much of the food, you wanted to eat mac and cheese today and Natasha brought hers over. what harm will it do that it wasn’t made by Bucky?

oh how wrong he was

when he placed the plate in front of you, the hunger for food that was sparkling in your eyes dimmed out when you saw the pasta. rings of red and orange bell peppers mixed with the curly pasta; bits of onion in the sauce that wasn’t the exact cheesy color as you and Bucky would make it and there were- cauliflower and broccoli florets in it?!

your face scrunched in disgust. glaring down on the plate when you notice it isn’t the one you usually use. looking over at Ruby Roo, who was happily eating from her plate, taking large bites of the sweet peppers and broccoli- you notice she has your plate! the one with your favorite Disney princess surrounded by water color flowers on it and your mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out of it.

“what kind of juice box do you want sweet things? we have strawberry kiwi, grape, fruit punch and cranberry apple,” Natasha spoke as she opened the refrigerator.

“can I please have fruit punch mommy,” Ruby Roo asked and therefore she received, “here you go bun bun. what about you angel? what kind would you like?”

“fruit punch to please,” you spoke nonchantelly, forking your food but not planning on actually eating it. Natasha searched the fridge but came up short to nothing even when you were praying that magically there would be another, “sorry sweetheart there isn’t anymore. what other flavor would you like? I know you really like cranberry!”

you just nod and take the cranberry apple juice box from her, trying your hardest to suppress your frown. you’ve known there was only one fruit punch juice box. you’ve been saving that fruit punch one for your lunch date with papa. not have Ruby Roo take it from you while she ate her nasty mac and cheese out of your plate.

glaring down at your food, Steven settled besides you and rested a large warm hand on your thigh. giving you a squeeze to encourage you to eat, your lips twist in opening up your lips for the incoming fork. taking one tiny bite of the elbow macaroni with no traces of vegetables in your mouth, you thought you would tolerate it but your tase buds told you otherwise.

trying your best not to gag on it when the sauce didn’t taste right on your tongue, you force yourself to swallow and eat the macaroni only. Steven noticed that you’ve pushed all your vegetable to the side, nitpicking as you sneer when you find some in the pasta shell.

“angel pie look at Ruby Roo eating her vegetables! vegetables are good for you, they make you healthy and your body strong and brain smart. I mean wasn’t it just last week that she made that huge popsicle stick castle? incredibly impressive, angel pie still needs my help stacking a house of cards,” Steven laughed and you wanted to put your face in your hands then sink in your seat.

did he just call you dumb?

you couldn’t help but not stare duly at your plate as he kept talking about all the big and small things Ruby has done that you have yet to do or didn’t want to do. all while still holding your thigh that you were wielding every bit of self control not to swat away. looking over to Natasha nodding along, waiting to respond after swallowing the food in her mouth and washed it with a glass of wine.

“it was amazing, I was so proud of her that day. mommy loves her smart bon bon,” Ruby Roo just smiled and ate, giggling every once in a while from the attention. biting your lip, you simply just continued to push your vegetables away and kept quite. didn’t plan nor prepare yourself that you’d be compared to someone else to add onto the list of potential tears.

as much as you liked Ruby Roo and how much you adored your playdates, it tore you apart how you were always being compared to her. during sleepovers, precisely around dinner she would always eat her vegetables first before eating anything else. your daddy would praise her on every little thing she did that was considered normal or too difficult in your eyes.

Papa even adding onto the attention and admiration when she asked for seconds on her veggies and your daddies would praise her to no end. saying how no one in this house asked for seconds on vegetables, clearly aiming the comment towards you. it did strive you to do better, but it didn’t always work out.

‘cause even when you ate your veggies and pointed it out they didn’t have the same spark in there eyes. even when you made your tiny playdough statues you didn’t get the same optimistic comments. and even when you strived to do something that would grab their attention and admiration they didn’t give you a second look. not nearly as much attention as Ruby or your other friends received.

it wasn’t helping that these thoughts were running through your mind as you nibbled on the elbow pasta. not helping at all when Daddy and aunt Natasha talked about planning more playdates when she and Bucky would be gone. clearing out the necessities while scheduling the little dates between you and Ruby Roo. some with Peach, Bambi, Taffy, and Teddy but more sleepovers with you and the smart bon bon.

but what upset you was that they were already talking as if Papa was already gone and Steven was still talking about that damn popsicle castle. mixing in the steaming brew of wrecking emotions tearing and wrecking havoc in your heart and clouding your head- it was all enough to make you slam the shiny fork down on the plate.

the loud clank! alarming both adults as you got up from your seat. free of Stevens hand on your thigh, you take stand up and take your dish with you. “i’m not hungry anymore,” the words are awfully quiet but all three people eating at the marble island can hear them.

“you barely touched your food angel,” you don’t listen in as you walk away to the faucet. not withstanding the unpleasant air that suffocated your chest and twisted your vocal chords roughly in your throat. “i’m not hungry,” you spoke in the most calmest voice that you can muster but there were cracks here and there.

“yes you are angel. you didn’t eat enough breakfast and you’ve only been snacking on gum the whole day. sit down and finish your plate. Ruby is already on her second plate-” you couldn’t understand the emotions that were bubbling up inside you but every word that left your daddy’s mouth made you want to cry and scream in defiance.

no more, you couldn’t take anymore of it.

“no,” you snapped, it was loud, pungent and prolonged. “I said i’m not hungry anymore. I can’t force myself to eat this shit.” you grumbled that last sentence but Steven’s super soldier earing caught onto it when Natasha and Ruby didn’t.

“excuse me Tasha I have to handle this. i’m sorry angel, what did you say? I don’t listen to babies who mutter, speak up,” Steven spoke standing up in front of his seat but you weren’t gonna embarrass yourself in front of Ruby and Aunt Tasha. no matter how much your wishing for them to just go away it seemed the only problem you have at this moment is with your daddy.

now if you think about it, it’s always been Steven. making you feel down, trying desperately every single day to try and impress him to only get no where but a step lower from where you once where. keeping you up at night, wondering if he truly did love you for you and not buying into a fake persona of you that fit his ideals.

throat burning and tears swelling up with searing tears, you dig your nails in your palms. staring up at the tall man, you never felt this mad and upset with anyone in your life until now. your mouth opens to say the incoming words but no one is prepared to handle them. not Steven, not Aunt Natasha, and certainly not Ruby Roo.

“I wish you weren’t my daddy,”

BAM!

the plate of barely touched food that was once in your hand shattered to the floor. a chore of gasps from your guests sounding off as you grabbed another one from the gleaming pile on the counter shining in the bulb chandeliers above. soon, with your raging frustration on why its always you who has to be at the receiving end of heartache all the shiny glass plates shattered amongst the polished wooden tiles.

face sticky with hot tears, a sob excludes your lips and Natasha cautiously speaks your name but you don’t listen. raising your chin up to meet Steven’s glance, that icy blue that normally presents itself when he’s pissed at you is absent. making your skin crawl that you can’t distinguish anything in them.

no disappointment, no frustration, no anguish, no pitiful, nothing. but how simple those next words of his were that made you feel all three.

“sometimes I wish for that to,”

it wasn’t right on Stevens part to say such as thing, especially when he really didn’t mean it at all but it was too late. you’ve already grabbed the pot of food that was resting at the stove top, the incoming action the very cause of the kitchen soon spiraling into chaos. when you placed the pot above your head Steven’s wide eye state and steps towards you were a warning but it was already a loss when you threw it.

BAM!

it flew above his head and landed right on the island where your guests were witnessing your breakdown. the shattering of glass proceeding at wine glasses broke, plates of food fell to the floor, wine bottles smashed and the pot rolling from the impact of the island to the other side of the kitchen. food everywhere, wine dripping onto the barstools and island.

the kitchen was quiet of the sound of breaking glass and bangs of stainless steel but Ruby’s cries were heard and they weren’t coming to a halt. it made you step away from the scene at the mess, the chaos that you created as you turned your head to Natasha and Steven trying to calm Ruby down.

“Nat i’m so sorry-”

“no Steven- I don’t wanna talk about this. we’re going home. Roo come on lets go get your coat.” she was still whimpering about her overalls ruined, the fruit punch juice box soaking them through as she followed her caregiver out of the kitchen as Steven tried to calm the situation.

leaving you alone to process the upcoming words from your daddy: “I swear she’s an angel. I don’t know what’s gotten into her today,” as he and Natasha said there goodbyes, there bicker that had ceased to good terms coming to a stop.

as the door closed, your heart plummeted as Steven stepped back into the kitchen. coming to face you and you never felt more scared and worried for yourself in your life when he made his way to your sitting figure in the corner.

“I know what I did was wrong. I could have hurt myself and others because I didn’t process my emotions but I was just so frustrated. you know how much i’ve been compared to others throughout my life and you know how much that past still hurts me but you just kept reminding me over and over again that I was still unworthy. and even when I felt most vulnerable because Bucky’s leaving soon you just pushed it and I tried to keep it all bottled up but I couldn’t. because no matter how much I try to impress you or do things that would make you proud of me I never can meet up to your standards.”

the kitchen now is quiet for only your sniffles are heard, tears dropping down into your empty soup bowl. slipping out of little space much early as you and Steven talked about the events of today, it was much easier for you to speak up about your thoughts this way.

“and it doesn’t help that you proved my assumptions, even when I didn’t want to believe them. that you didn’t really love me, you told me your truth and I don’t wanna burden you anymore-” your words are shaky as your hands, breaking the last sentence into a sob as you push yourself away from the seat.

planning on walking away from your problems he just holds your hand and despite your tears holding onto the pitch dark thoughts you allow him to pull you close to him. resting your head on his shoulders as the tears fall, fingers curling in the material of his sleeve. “I didn’t mean what I said, never in any lifetime would I mean it angel. I never knew how much i’ve been hurting you till now, sometimes I don’t even know why we didn’t connect well but it was me who was blind. i’ll never make you feel that way again angel pie. you have my word, never.”

you and Steven stay like that, your head on his shoulders until your sniffs stopped and your heartbeats thumped together in sync. until you fall asleep in his arms, he carried you upstairs and settled you in bed under the warmth of your covers. kissing you goodnight as he brings your favorite stuffed animal to be placed under your arm close to you.

“daddy loves you angel pie,” he whispers, turning off your lamp and switching on your nightlight he slowly walks out your room and closes the door halfway. allowing the golden light of the hallway to slip inside your room, he walks downstairs into the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

hearing the front door open and the loud shout of Bucky happily shouting “i’m home!” Steven sighs at that, wiping his wet hands dry with a dish cloth he starts prepping some coffee.

Bucky soothed down when it came to any conversation as long as he was sipping on coffee. it cooled down his nerves but Bucky now is wondering why he isn’t hearing his little angels footsteps running through the hallway or down the stairs to jump in his arms like she usually does. turning his head to the clock he sees it isn’t your naptime nor is it your bedtime but he thinks you’re still upstairs and didn’t hear him.

dropping the keys in the glovebox at the bureau, the super soldier continues walking until he sees Steven’s figure in the kitchen working on the coffee machine. he sniffs the air, the smell of bleach, Clorox and Lysol hitting his nose strong, “damn Steven, did you and our little angel do some spring cleaning when I was out?” Bucky laughed but his boyfriend doesn’t smile back.

wrapping his arms around Stevens waist, he pulls him the blond back until his back presses against Bucky’s chest. pressing a soft kiss to his Stevens clean shaven cheek, “how was work dear?” Steven murmured, heart racing in his chest, wondering if Natasha spoke to him about the events of today.

finishing prepping the machine and turning it on Steven turns but only to meet Bucky’s lips to his. sweet and sensual but with the bite to the blonds bottom lip and the wandering metal hands as his belt Steven pulls away. normally he wouldn’t but the subject of today was more important to discuss, Bucky would kill him if he didn’t bring up this matter because eventually he would find out. even if Steven didn’t tell him, Bucky had a magical way of finding things like that.

“it was fine. could beat Tony up once up in a while, he fucking owes me for this- but i’m more than fine with beating something else,” Bucky whispered and the metal of Steven’s belt buckle was unlatched and so was his lips. Bucky swirling his tongue with his as a result, moaning as the belt fell onto the floor and the zipper of his pants unwinding afterwards.

Steven couldn’t deny that he was hard but the thought of your outburst and his own fault for it all clouded his head but damn did Bucky look so fucking hot on his knees in front of him. hands at his thighs, outlining his boner bulging in a tent Steven panted and threw his head back. “Buck? I-I gotta tell you something,” Steven choked as he swallowed in a quick breath but Bucky just chuckles.

“honey i’m pretty sure we can ‘bout that later. i’m busy right now,” Bucky smirks as he starts to take pull Steven’s pants down, practically salivating at the sight and taste of his cock but the incoming words snap Bucky out of his trance.

“angel got in trouble today Buck!” it makes the bulky brunette below halt his actions quick, his eyes dropping from the floor to the blond above. looking at him with that stare and scrunched brow if he was fucking joking around but Steven was shaking his head no, his face dawned with some sort of emotion which didn’t mean good.

“what did you do now Steven?”

two mugs of coffee in front of them but they’re untouched, probably cold from the time that went by. from Steven explaining the situation and your disposition, a soft quiet fills the kitchen as they hear the chirp of crickets and birds outside. the sleek black of night filling in the darkening kitchen by the time Steven explained everything.

“I cannot believe you. why didn’t you call me? I could have helped her calm down, none of this would have happened.” Bucky scolds and Steven only but dodges the glare that’s aimed at him.

“I didn’t mean it all to happen, you think I wanted all this? I just wanted to find a solution on my own but I didn’t know that the problem was the way that I treated her and talked about her. i’m the problem.”

Bucky sighed, staring down at the polished marble then the ceramic green of his untouched coffee. “it isn’t your fault Steve. I didn’t know that I was treating her awfully either. she did tell us or hint to it but we just didn’t listen. the fault is on both of us,” he whispered, rubbing his forehead with his palm.

“i’m skipping on that talk that I warned her of. we gotta make it up to her, any ideas?” Bucky’s silence is the only response, they both promised their little one that they would only make her feel loved and safe. not hurt her and remind her of the pain she was trying to get over and forget.

but miraculously, a light bulb shines above the crown of Bucky’s head as he pulls his hair away from his face. a smile gleaming as he remembered how much you’ve been talking about going to Build-a-Bear, “I have an idea,”

those untouched coffee mugs are left abandoned on the kitchen island as Bucky and Steven go to your room. the long haired brunette peaking his head through the crack too see you sound asleep in your bed, tucked away in some happy dreamland he hopes. slipping inside the room, Steven stands by the doorframe as he watches Bucky kiss your temple.

whispering all the right and sweet things Steven couldn’t bring himself to think of, Bucky was so good at what he did for you and Steven was still struggling to learn but he will do better.

anything for their precious angel pie

as Steven and Bucky get ready for bed, they talk on their plans as they brushed their teeth and wore their pajamas. from waking you up early with your favorite breakfast to dressing you up in your favorite outfit. taking you to the small shop in the mall that you’ve been nonstop talking about, let you buy as many stuffed bears and animals as your heart desires.

slipping under their covers to, Steven wrapped his large arms around Bucky and kissed his neck, “do you wanna finish what you started,” he whispered as he bite on Bucky’s earlobe, pulling it a bit but Bucky just scoffed.

“go to sleep punk,”

Steve huffed and slipped under the covers but Bucky just grinned, kissing Steven goodnight as they slipped fast asleep. thrilled to treat their angel right tomorrow as they slipped to sleep in each others grasps.

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