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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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Drunk and fluffy Sam would be nice If you're still taking requests

a/n: ahhh thank you so much for this request! I hope I write Sam's character ok, I love him so much!!

word count: 571

warning(s): mentions of drinking alcohol - mostly fluff - fem!reader

drunk on your love

Yawning, you opened your apartment door to stop the incessant knocking. Checking your watch, you groaned as it read 2am. The door opened to reveal an exhausted Bucky, with your boyfriend hanging off one of his shoulders.

"Please take him." Bucky pleaded, an edge of desperation in his tone. Sam raised his head, confusion in his eyes as to where he was until he saw you. His entire face lit up as he pushed away from his best friend to practically collapse in your arms.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you stumbled backwards slightly as the sudden weight. As an impulse, your arms wrapped around him, steading Sam's wobbly form. You laughed slightly as you nodded at Bucky.

"Thank you for bringing him home. Now go get some sleep."

Bucky did a mock salute, nodding his head.

"Yes ma'am."

Thankfully, Buck didn't live too far from your apartment, so you weren't too worried about your boyfriend emotional support 100 year old. You made your way into your home, helping Sam stumble his way to the couch, where you carefully sat him down to go get a glass of water for him. But before you could walk away, you felt hands wrap around your waist, stopping you in your tracks.

"Where are you going?" His words were slurred slightly and his tone had a sad undertone. You laughed, gently pushing his hands away ad turning around to cup his face in your hands.

"To get you a water and some coffee, hon. You're drunk."

Sam gasped at your words, making you snort at his expression. He smirked, trying in his drunken stupor to look seductive.

"Drunk on your love, baby."

He made a kissy face and you couldn't hold back your uncontrollable laughter.

"You are adorable right now, just wait until the morning comes."

You went to get him some water plus a cup of coffee. When you came back, you found him passed out on the couch. Shaking your head with a loving smile, you put the water on the coffee table, along with an aspirin. The coffee, however, you drank as you pulled out your computer to get some writing done, drifting off to sleep in the armchair.

When you woke up, your face was plastered against your keyboard and the clock read 10am. At least you got eight hours. Sam groaned awake from the couch, clutching his head and popping his back. He noticed the glass of water and quickly took the medicine while gulping down the drink.

"Had a good time last night?" You asked from your seat, humor tinging your tone. Sam jumped slightly, as you were out of his line of sight, turning slightly to see you.

"Why am I on the couch?" He asked, a little bit of worry in his tone. You were quick to assure him, standing up to pop your joints.

"Because I'm not a superhuman and you were practically deadweight last night. Plus you fell asleep there so."

Sam chuckled before wincing and rubbing his temples.

"Sheesh, what did I drink?"

You were about to answer when Sam's words from last night came flooding back. You walked to the back of the couch, standing behind Sam with a smirk on your face.

"Oh honey, you were drunk on my love."

Sam would never live those words down.

a/n: hi! I hope this was ok!! thank you for reading :)

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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Broken Pieces, Mended Hearts

Stucky x fem reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of violence and injury

Summary: After a difficult mission, Steve and Bucky return to the Avengers compound to find you injured and shaken up. As they care for you, they begin to realize their feelings for you and vow to protect you at all costs.

The mission had been a disaster. Steve and Bucky had barely made it out alive, both sporting injuries that would take weeks to heal. They stumbled through the door of the Avengers compound, exhausted and battered, only to be met with an unexpected sight.

You were sitting on the couch, your face buried in your hands, tears streaming down your face. At the sound of their entrance, you looked up, your eyes red and puffy.

“Y/N, what happened?” Steve rushed over to your side, concern etched on his face.

“I-I was attacked. Some guy jumped me on my way back from the store,” you stammered out, your voice shaking with emotion. “He took my bag and ran off, but not before he gave me a few good hits.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened with anger as he saw the bruises on your face and arms. “Did you call the police?”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes again. “No, I was just so scared. I didn’t know what to do.”

Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance, silently communicating their agreement. They would take care of you.

They led you to the bathroom and gently tended to your wounds, cleaning and bandaging each one with the utmost care. They didn’t say much, but their presence alone was enough to make you feel safe and protected.

As they finished up, Bucky turned to you with a serious expression. “We’re going to make sure this never happens again. We’ll keep you safe.”

Steve nodded in agreement. “We’ll take turns walking you home and make sure you’re never alone.”

Your heart swelled with gratitude and affection for the two men in front of you. They were always so caring and protective, but this was different. You felt like they were willing to go to the ends of the earth for you.

As the days passed, Steve and Bucky’s protective tendencies only grew stronger. They made sure you were never alone, always checking in on you and making sure you had everything you needed. You found yourself leaning on them more and more, feeling comforted by their strong arms and soothing voices.

One night, as you were sitting on the couch with them, Steve turned to you with a hesitant expression. “Y/N, we’ve been thinking. We don’t want you to have to live in fear. We want to protect you, but we also want to give you a sense of normalcy.”

Bucky nodded in agreement. “We were thinking…what if you moved in with us? We’ll take care of you, and you’ll never have to worry about anything again.”

You were taken aback, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. You loved these two men more than anything, and the thought of living with them and being taken care of by them filled you with warmth and happiness.

And so, you agreed.

Living with Steve and Bucky was everything you had ever wanted. They cooked for you, cleaned for you, and took care of you in every way possible. But it was more than that. They were always there for you, supporting you through the good times and the bad.

One night, as you were snuggled up between them on the couch, watching a movie, you realized how much you truly loved them.

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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Make It Better || b.b & s.r

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When you get hurt training your men take care of you. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, mmf threesome, thruple, vaginal sex, anal sex, breeding kink, mentions of blood, dirty talk from Bucky WC: 1920

"Stop playing around,” Bucky growled as you failed to take his training lesson seriously.

It wasn't your fault, knife throwing was something you already excelled at and standing in front of a rubber dummy for an hour tossing daggers at it bored you. You had soon started to sing heads, shoulders, knees and toes as you aimed at each part rather than just taking the heart shots that you were supposed to be doing.

"I don't need to train,” you complained as you juggled the three remaining daggers.

"Everyone needs to train." Steve appeared behind you, startling you.

A dagger slipped past your frozen hand and nicked the skin as it fell and a hiss escaped your lips as large hands gripped your waist. Steve managed to pull you back before the dagger lodged deep in the wooden floor where your foot was. Bucky shook his head as he pulled the knife out of the floor and tucked it back into the specialised pocket in his pants, a look of ‘I told you so’ written all over his face.

"She's bleeding,” he said to Steve who still hadn't dropped his hold from your waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your hips.

"Let's get you home and patched up," Steve said as he pulled his shirt over his head and wrapped it around your forearm.

"I'll be there in a minute," Bucky called after you as he closed up the gym for the night.

You didn't live far from the Avengers home base, opting for a home in rural upstate New York as opposed to a room at the compound. It was far easier to maintain your relationship when there was privacy and the space to be yourself. Even just crossing the boundary of the compound changed something in your super soldiers and Steve reached over the console to take your hand in his. It was the small touches you missed whenever you were at work, his need to appear professional meaning he rarely indulged in any form of PDA.

You missed the warmth of his hand when he parked the car, then he was already out of the car and at your door by the time you had taken your seatbelt off. The timed lights had already turned on for the night and your home looked welcoming as you walked the steps with Steve, his fingers flicking through his keyring and quickly finding the key to unlock the door. You took your time kicking your shoes off while Steve punched in the security code and disappeared into the family bathroom, cupboards banging as he fetched the first aid kit.

You were about to close the door when you heard the faint rumble of Bucky's motorcycle echoing down the long driveway and you could tell he was speeding from how fast the sound was increasing. The weather hadn't turned just yet so the air was still mildly warm, warm enough to leave the front door open for him, so you made your way to where Steve had dropped the first aid kit on the kitchen table and he pointed to your seat.

"It's just a scratch, babe,” you dismissed his worry as you pulled his shirt away. "Oh."

It must have been deeper than you thought as his shirt was ruined and the cut still hadn't clotted yet. Bucky had just stepped in at that point and rushed forward at the sight, grabbing your good arm and wrapping his other around your waist so he could rush you across to the kitchen. He dropped into your seat and pulled you across his lap with your arm laid out on the table for Steve to examine.

"You'll need a few stitches, Y/N,” Steve said with an apologetic smile.

"And no more juggling knives,” Bucky added.

"I got distracted." Your neck heated just thinking about Steve's deep voice and how it resonated on your bones. "It happens when I'm with the two of you."

You wriggled on Bucky’s lap at the mere thought and felt him growing hard beneath you. Your breathing hitched as his hand gripped your hips to keep you still, but you needed friction.

“Bucky, let her go, she’s going to need a distraction,” Steve said, preparing the needle and thread as he watched his best friend's eyes darkening with desire. “Give her something else to think about.”

Bucky’s grip loosened and you rolled your hips, earning a soft moan. “I’ll give her something to think about alright.”

Anticipation clenched your core as he stood you up just long enough to push his pants down over his hips and free himself while Steve hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them off in one go. Bucky wasted no time in pulling you back on his lap, burying his cock in you without warning and filling you to capacity as you stretched to fit him.

“Where’s your manners, jerk?” Steve asked him with a shake of his head. “You alright baby girl?”

“Mhmm…” you moaned as Bucky pulled your legs apart, fingers teasing your clit with slow circles.

“Of course she's alright, her tight cunt is absolutely stuffed, listen to how wet she is Steve.”

You didn’t need to have serum enhanced hearing to hear the sloppy sounds coming from the work Bucky’s fingers were doing, stealing the leaking drips from your pussy lips to glide over your bundle of nerves. He hadn’t even started moving his hips yet you were a sopping mess for him.

“Just try to keep still,” Steve said as he took hold of your arm and pressed the needle to the cut.

“Hear that, doll, be a good girl and don’t move.”

Bucky’s vibranium arm snaked across your chest, pinning your back to his chest and keeping you still as his finger flicked across your clit. If it wasn’t for his arm holding you down you would have jerked at the shock his touch sent up your spine and he chuckled low in your ear. Your pulse raced in your neck as he grazed his teeth over the rapidly pounding spot and it was almost enough to forget what Steve was doing, until the sharp bite of the needle arched your back and Bucky pushed his cock deeper into you.

“Fuck,” you hissed as your arm began to burn and Bucky’s fingers worked harder to pull your mind away from the pain.

“Focus on me,” he ordered. “Feel how my cock stretches your cunt, how my fingers make you come undone around me.”

Your head was swimming as he nipped at your skin and you barely felt the next two stitches, too invested in the edge of bliss Bucky was leading you towards. You were so close but every time you almost reached absolution he would stop, the fluttering of your walls fading away and a new hunger for release filling you. Steve tied off the last stitch and barely managed to get the bandage on before you were reaching across for him, hands working to release his belt and free his cock for you. His hands caught yours with a shake of his head before he pulled you off Bucky’s lap. You instantly missed the full feeling as his cock slipped out.

“Hey!” he complained with a frown, replacing his hand where your pussy had been and gliding his palm along his slick shaft. “I was enjoying that.”

“You gotta share,” Steve shot back, already halfway to your bedroom and ready to throw you down on the California King bed.

Bucky had caught up in an instant, pushing Steve off you where he had covered your body with his and you pouted as his lips disappeared from yours.

“Go on, doll, ride the Captain’s cock for me. Let me see him stretch you.”

You did as Bucky ordered and climbed over Steve’s body, straddling his hips and humming as you sunk down his long hard length. Your hands were planted on his broad chest and you loved the feeling of his pecs under your palms as you rolled your hips. A sigh of contentment filled the air as you finally got the friction you had been needing all evening and the sound was echoed by both of your men watching your breasts bounce in time.

“Doesn’t she look perfect?” Bucky asked as he gripped his cock harder and stroked it in time with you. “Gonna look so good when we put a baby in you.”

His words we like lightning sent straight to your core and Steve growled as he felt your pussy grip him tight. Bucky knew you were close after his edging and didn’t want to miss out on the feeling of your body trembling between your lovers. The bed dipped as he shifted behind you, straddingly Steve’s thighs and pushing you forward and into Steve’s embrace.

“Good girl, gonna take both our cocks,” he purred as he pushed his fingers into your pussy that was already stuffed full of Steve and slicked his fingers up before rubbing it over your ass. “Stuff both your holes so good.”

“God, yes…” you moaned as you felt him pressing against your ass, the muscle giving way to his little thrusts before his head pushed through and you cried out at the stretch. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Bucky’s teeth grazed your shoulder as he inched himself deeper and deeper while Steve’s tongue lashed across your lips that parted for him. No one moved as Bucky’s hips met yours and there was no place that wasn’t filled by them. You couldn’t tell where one body began and ended, you were all one writhing hot mess.

“Please, fuck me,” you begged as you tried to move but couldn’t from how they had you pinned.

“Hear that, Stevie, she’s begging for our cocks.”

“We should give the lady what she wants.”

You cried out as they suddenly began to move, the smooth synchronisation than came with practice, and you felt their cocks brushing against each other through the thin wall that separated them. It was everything you needed and more as your stomach knotted and your legs trembled, release only moments away.

“Make sure you fill our girl up real good,” Bucky growled as he fought his own release until you came first. “Make her leak our cum for days.”

“Shit…” Steve groaned as Bucky’s words affected him as much as they did you and you came around their cocks, milking them both as they joined you with your release. You collapsed against Steve’s chest, listening to his heart pounding against you, and Bucky collapsed against your back to press delicate kisses across your shoulder. It still amazed you how he could go from being so dirty one moment to sweet the next but you loved both sides of him. You loved every side of both of them.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” Steve said as he slipped out of you, the mixture of your arousal running down your thighs.

Bucky eased himself out and you could almost cry at the emptiness they left behind. Their strong hands helped you climb off the bed and Bucky went into the ensuite, running a bath in the large spa before helping you settle in between them. Steve grabbed the wash cloth from the side and you sighed appreciatively as he washed your body, careful of your sore arm.

“I love you,” you murmured drowsily as their hands kept you afloat amongst the bubbles.

“Love you, doll.”

“I love you too, baby girl.”

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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Nightmare.

Bucky x reader x Steve | angst (with some comfort/fluff)

summary: you wake up from a nightmare, waking Steve and Bucky too

warnings: angstttt; anxiety/nightmares (of the ocean); past traumas of Steve and Bucky (being frozen); poly!reader/Steve/Bucky; established relationship; cuddling; no gender identifiers or pronouns for reader; pet names for reader: doll, honey

word count: ~770

You wake with a start. It’s the middle of the night and you’ve had a nightmare, a vivid dream of one of your worst fears.

Your brain tried to save you from witnessing the worst if it, waking you up before anything really terrible happened; however, the rush of anxiety and adrenaline continues coursing through you as you spin on how it could have ended, the worst and best possible outcomes dancing on the edge of your brain, teasing, as you try to brush them away with happier thoughts.

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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Your kiss is burning to my skin — S. Rogers and B. Barnes.

summary: steve and bucky break up with you to focus on their relationship. at first, you took the breakup hard. then you took it worse.

pairings: steve x reader x bucky, stucky x reader.

warnings: angst, language, mentions of violence, poly.

chapter one

“it has nothing to do with you, doll.” bucky reiterates, tone mellowing into a small hesitant whisper as he sees you flinch at the endearment. “i mean you were wonderful and so lovely; always understanding us, being the pillar for support and providing us, always with positive reinforcements.” steve squeezes his hand as his form of support, as if willing bucky to take strenght from him to continue his words as he stutters.

the tender moment was not missed by your gaze that were intent on the supersoldiers who sat at the sofa infront of you. the parallels already evident; steve and bucky, leaning to eachother for comfort, sitting in one sofa. the only distance in the room were with you and them; sat in the lone one seater, listening with bated breath to their reasons on why they were breaking your heart.

you could guess several other scenarios happening when you returned from the three week mission requiring radio silence; a breakup was not one of them.

you were happy. the last time you saw either of them, you three went on a romantic date followed by a passionate night spent in eachother's loving arms. the next day was a tearful exchange of goodbye's and unwillingness to part; bucky had almost begged to be included, knowing what the mission entailed. steve inteded to be more diplomatic and barter with tony who refused to budge on his stance.

so with a heavy heart, you departed to cold and frigid terrorist base along with natasha and sam, throwing yourself into your duties in order to come home soonest. even with the support and extensive planning aswell as research, it still took a considerable amount of time.

but not enough for a drastic change of heart— or so you thought.

the steely and determined gaze to steve, the way bucky could look at you in the eyes despite shifting in his seat; they were fucking serious. and intent on expressing their disatisfaction with your current arrangement. one that was implicitly expressed as you trek to your floor, and sat you down after an almost hostile welcome.

“this hurts us more than you.” bucky exhales, looking at steve.

“i doubt it.” the first words you spoke amid all these crazy tirade sounded weak, from disuse and the emotions welling up in your throat. “but please, by all means, don't let me interrupt. why now?”

“we have been talking and spending time with eachother.. unconsciously, we thought about... how we missed it when it was just us.”

you flinch. again. in the field you were almost fearless, and not even a flying knife can make you swerve— you'd catch the weapon whizing to the air with precise movements. turns out, words indeed cut deeper.

but all the more of the implication that it had been them first; and the way it sounded, you were an unwelcomed participant into the special connection they shared.

“but this is not to say we don't value you.” steve intones. “we do. you have to know that. you're special in your own way, but bucky and i have something deeper than just flesh.”

you bite your tongue to refrain from lashing out. as a coping mechanism, you entertain the anger for his fucking audacity. letting the rage simmer under the blank farce you currently wear.

“we just hope, we can focus on eachother more.” steve elaborates, tensing the slightest at your emotionless response. to be frank, both men were ready for a fight, for you to scream and be hysterical. but you were surprisingly calm and collected. which made both uneasy.

“we just want to fall inlove again, without worrying about, others.” he refers you as others now. “could be permanent, could be a thought in passing.” bucky says. “the only thing we're certain about is a break.” he evasively looks away.

“i guess what bucky and i are trying to say is that, we want more from eachother, and there are certain deeper connections that we can't sustain in a three-way relationship.” steve informs you.

“i respect that.” you run your clammy hands on your tactical gear, they couldn't wait until you were dressed and atleast fed before shoving flowery words on your throat. “but if you're breaking up with me, say it bluntly; tell me honestly, tell it in words i understand- you were a good lay but it's actually eachother we love.” you enunciate the word slowly, “and don't delude me with kind words, when i know you're going to dangle the very statements you spewed over my head, most likely in days when you're fucked up or too lonely for eachother. i will not be tripped into your bed ever again.”

you despised the words as soon as they left your mouth; the statements only providing to fuel your deepest insecurity. and it was unfair to both of them, you knew it was.

steve and bucky looked visibly wretched by your words, yet you ignore it, telling yourself to get used to not caring about either of them.

“doll”

“darling”

“don't fucking call me that.” you hiss, both men still in their seat. “we're done.” gathering whatever was left of your dignity, you trudge to the doors and out of their lives.

the door closed behind you, your own apartment looking stale as opposed to the home you have built with steve and bucky; you barely stayed here anyways, but kept it for storage reasons. it still had stark's touch, feeling more like a hotel penthouse, appearing cold and detatched.

you slide down against the door weakly, losing the false bravado infront of your ex lovers. as if a child, you hug your knees to your chest, sobbing into it unbashedly.

three years all down the drain. and they talked about it as if it were a skin deep connection, downplaying every single moment; in tenderness, in affection, in tears and the joy.

you didn't lie down with them in their bed as an extension, as a woman that can be tossed in passing.

you didn't hold them gently in your arms, and provided the warmth the world has chosen to keep from them just to be a stranger.

you didn't whisper words of comfort in their ears, in the middle of the night when the nightmares became too much to handle, just to be someone shallow and unimportant in their lives.

most importantly, you didn't love them to be hurt like this.

the pain cuts deep in your heart, like a throbbing wound, one you feel physically; one that leaves you gasping for breath, a hand held above your heart, feeling as if you could die. your chest tight, your throat welling up, you struggle to remain above ground, eyes darting around the room to keep in the moment- fuck, you were having a panic attack.

you despised when that happens. hated the sheer fact that you would allow yourself to be vulnerable when there were things that needed to be done; people that need saving, reports to be made, meetings to attend. you led a remotely chaotic life and the only thing that truly anchored you in here, to the now, turned their backs to you.

they no longer want you.

you swallowed heavily, arms instinctively hugging yourself, eyes squinting in an an attempt at concentration; color, you looked at your surroundings, dizzily naming the grey of your couch, the ivory white lamp, the silver and gold of the chandelier. your forehead was beaded with perspiration, breath coming out in shorts despite your attempts at distracting yourself.

“agent y/n, your blood pressure is fluctuating; your heart rate is abnormal which can cause the brain and other ogans to become oxygen deprived. i concluded a physical scan and deduced your emotional distress," FRIDAY “i'm at liberty to ask if i should call captain rogers and sergeant barnes, as they are—”

“no!” you managed to shout between strangled breaths, patting your chest methodolically hoping whatever it was, seemingly dislodged into your airways be cleared.

“agent y/n, in accordance to the tower's protoccol, i am hardwired to inform your immediate contacts of your current state of distress.” her posh voice inserts. and despite yourself, you groan.

“i'm peachy, fri.” you lean your head back to the door, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. slowly, you were able to calm down enough, “it's probably the best time to change those emergency contacts, aswell. while you're at it, remove the captain and sergeant's access to this floor; both physically and even in information.”

“ofcourse, agent y/n. please state your official badge number and code.” when you answer her, FRIDAY appears to repeat your command before doing what was asked.

“i also elected the sensible decision of reinstating agent romanov as your primary emergency contact. that being said, ms. romanov is on the way to your floor.” FRIDAY disappears before you can scold her, which made you truly contemplate wether she was conscious and, in all actuality sensitive to human emotions.

perhaps, she does have an inkling of human relationships and intense emotions, but that was no longer your concern; considering you have a black widow shaped problem coming your way. and natasha romanov was nothing, if not immensely stubborn and perpetually perceptive. you were several times screwed over.

however, as she appeared in your doorway, the waterworks resumed ten times over, and you were sobbing pathetically in the red head's arms, lamenting your broken heart.

you couldn't remember for how long you've stayed immobile in your room, but it had been several days; perhaps a week or two that you cried your heart out, barely consuming meals unless for sustenance. that in itself seemed like a chore for your aching muscle, your tired and weary bones protesting with every single movements.

this morning though... this morning, it was sunny and bright. you'd opened the curtains with much effort, peering into the bustling city; the skyline providing you with displaced warmth. a few years ago, you'd only ever dreamt about being in new york; and you've lived it. becoming an avenger was also a dream you've worked hard in achieving, and here you are, fighting alongside the heroic and brave on normal tuesdays.

should you allow yourself to wither away in a dark room, heart terribly battered and bruised when the world was set for conquering? well, perhaps it would be insensitive to use the c word; cringing to yourself upon the remembrance of several otherplanetary creatures wreaking havoc on your home planet, like it were a free for all.

you enjoyed the warmth of the sun on your skin for a few moments, allowing yourself to finally, breathe. you bask in the first time upon weeks that you thought positively for a change; so wreaked from questioning every single thing wrong about you.

for the first time in many days, you took the longest shower in history, setting the temperature just a touch scalding. you cleaned your room, changed the sheets, and donned yourself in a decent jeans and a t-shirt combo. grabbing your purse, and stuffing your phone, wallet and keys along with you, you departed from your room.

on the way to the garage, you texted both wanda and natasha; who have been at your side with the outmost vigor, crying and cursing both the supersoldiers as you wept from your broken heart.

you: mall and galiani's at the grove? :)

wands: yes!! meet you there <3

natty: otw in my sensible shoes.

you smiled softly, thankful for your friends. it may have spread like wildfire among your colleagues in the tower, and the magic six may have taken sides and pointed fingers; but amongst all the drama, you were glad that you had people to count on.

it may take a while for you to feel like yourself again... but you were willing to make it work.

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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know how to share

pairing: steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

summary: when bucky barnes and steve rogers ask you to help settle a debate for them—whether a girl prefers a captain or a sergeant—it doesn't go the way any of you expected.

warnings: references to sex/one night stands, lots of flirting and banter, kissing, pda, fluff, pet names (doll), unresolved sexual tension 😈

word count: 2.3k

a/n: day 26 of my 30 day writing trope challenge was love triangle, which is another one i didn't quite know how i'd do without writing a full fic. also i'm not a big fan of love triangles so i was a bit stumped until this idea came to me and it seemed fun so i ran with it! hope y'all enjoy!!!

“Settle a debate for us, won’t ya, doll,” Bucky Barnes said, dragging your attention away from where your friends were playing pool against his buddies Sam Wilson and Joaquín Torres.

When you looked to the man his friends called sergeant, Bucky’s blue eyes were set on your face, a devilish smirk teasing at the corner of his mouth. He’d eased into the seat beside yours that had been vacated by one of your friends, and thrown his arm around the back of your chair, his other arm braced on the table and gripping his beer loosely. Since he was all broad shoulders and thick biceps, it gave the impression of Bucky using his body to create a wall of muscle on your side, which you normally may not have appreciated from a man you’d just met, but his playful flirting was charming enough you let it slide.

“Buck,” Steve Rogers said sharply on your other side, censure in his tone as he glared across you at his best friend. Though Sam and Joaquín were lightly mocking when they called Bucky sergeant, both—and even Bucky—had respect in their tones when they referred to Steve as captain. And, after sitting next to him all night, you could see why. There was something calm and capable about him that made you feel safe.

Both Steve and Bucky had caught your eye when you’d first walked into the bar, seeing your friends had already invited the four guys to sit with them. Bucky had an infectious grin and sparkling blue eyes with a stubbled jaw you wanted to rake your nails against, while Steve was quiet and reserved, hiding his muscled physique behind slightly hunched shoulders and shy smiles. They each appealed to you and you couldn’t help but be glad your friends had left you alone at the table with both of them.

But Bucky’s request and Steve’s quick attempt to shut him down piqued your interest even more and you sat up, wondering what debate the guys could possibly need your help settling. “Let me hear it,” you insisted, giving Steve a pointed look before turning a grin on Bucky. His smile widened as he took in the eager curiosity in your expression.

You watched as Bucky flicked his gaze to Steve. A silent look you didn’t have a hope of reading passed between them before Bucky refocused on you. On your other side, you felt rather than saw Steve shifting, mirroring Bucky’s pose with his arm up on the table, though he didn’t brace the other against the back of your chair since Bucky’s arm was still there. Your body zinged with awareness as both men subtly caged you in between their broad chests, heat settling deep in your core and making you want to squirm. Instead, you waited patiently.

“OK, so me and Steve have this debate going,” Bucky said, keeping his eyes on you, watching your reaction. Before he could continue, though, his best friend interrupted.

“Don’t lie, Buck, it’s mostly you,” Steve cut in, his voice low and more than a little exasperated. When you glanced over your shoulder at him, though, his ocean eyes were just as intent on you as his friend’s.

Bucky shrugged unrepentantly and went on like Steve hadn’t interrupted at all. “And it’s really something only a third party can settle,” he said, trailing off as he took a swig from his beer.

You were so curious, you were practically bouncing in your seat. “Well, what is it?” you demanded, your drink entirely abandoned on the table.

Another silent exchange passed between the two men before Bucky was looking back at you. He ducked his head, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke. “What would you rather scream in bed: sergeant or captain?”

For a long moment, you sat still and silent, processing what Bucky had told you. You were quiet long enough, he drew back, uncertainty in his gaze, and you could feel Steve tense behind you, the air shifting against your shoulder as he leaned in trying to get a look at your face.

Then you tipped your head back and laughed. You laughed and laughed, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. You laughed so hard, a other bar patrons looked over.

It took you a couple minutes to get yourself under control, your fingers dabbing at your eyes carefully so you didn’t smudge your makeup. When you looked up at the two, towering soldiers, they wore twin bemused expressions. You patted them both on their thighs—unable to stop yourself from noticing how thick and firm their legs were beneath your palms—and chuckled some more.

“Don’t worry, boys, I’m sure that line will work on plenty of other girls,” you said, trying to sound reassuring when all you really wanted to do was giggle some more. “But I don’t really have a captain or sergeant kink, so I’m gonna have to say neither.”

“That line has about a 15% success rate, actually,” Steve said defeatedly. He took a drink from his beer as he caught your eye, tilting his head in Bucky’s direction. “But he insists it’s his best one.”

“It’s a good line!” Bucky said, indignant. “Those 15% of times ended with one of us bringing a girl home,” he said, more to you than his friend. “That’s a pretty solid success rate for picking up girls in bars.”

All you could do was laugh and shake your head at his ridiculousness. “What do the girls that go home with you even say to that?” you asked, bewildered.

“They usually answer with whichever one of us they’re feeling more,” Steve said. When you glanced at him, he had a contemplative look on his face. “Or they get up and leave—sometimes after pouring a drink on one or both of us.”

That made you laugh some more. “I don’t blame them,” you said before turning to Bucky. “It’s a bold thing to say to a girl you just met.” He just shrugged again, his expression remorseless as he simply smirked at you. Even though you’d shot both him and his friend down, he looked pleased—like he knew something you didn’t.

“What I meant,” Steve said, getting your attention again. “Is that it usually ends up with the girl leaving—either with one of us or neither.” He was still staring at you with that contemplative look, like you were something he didn’t quite understand. For some reason, it made the heat you’d felt in your core spark again and you squirmed beneath his gaze. Steve’s blue eyes darkened as he watched your body wiggle in your chair. “But not with you.” He said the words slowly, deliberately.

At that, you rolled your eyes. “Oh my god, are you about to give me the ‘you’re not like other girls’ spiel right now, seriously?” You gave Steve a flat, unamused look. “That’s how you’re gonna follow up that lame-ass line?”

He grinned, hiding his smile behind the neck of his beer before he took another sip and shook his head. “No, no, that’s not what I’m saying.” He gestured between him and Bucky as he continued. “Our sample size is low, Buck hasn’t used that line on that many girls,” he explained. Bucky grumbled but didn’t interrupt, taking a swig from his drink as he watched your reaction to his best friend’s clarification. “It’s just a new reaction we haven’t seen before.”

“It’s intriguing,” Bucky said, his gaze heavy on yours when you looked back to him. His blue eyes had darkened, though they were still bright and intent on you in the dim bar. Bucky shifted his arm from the back of your chair, his hand sliding beneath your hair to rest against the nape of your neck. It sent shivers down your spine.

“It’s perplexing,” Steve corrected, but your attention was too focused on Bucky to care that he hadn’t noticed the way you and his friend were staring at each other.

“Tell me something, Steve,” Bucky rumbled in a low voice, barely audible above the din of the bar. His friend managed to hear him somehow and Steve leaned in so you were pinned even more between their chests. They weren’t touching you, but the heat of them surrounding you was suffocating in the most delicious way. So focused on the feel of them, you almost missed what Bucky said next. “With all your talk of interesting reactions, have you noticed our pretty little doll hasn’t taken her hands off either of our thighs?”

Your head jerked back, but when you looked down, you saw your hands were, in fact, still resting on their thighs. The men were bracketing your crossed legs, so close it had felt natural to just leave your hands there when you’d patted them reassuringly. You had been so distracted by the men and their talk of pickup lines, you hadn’t even noticed you’d done it. Your own head tilted, as you stared down at your hands on their legs, still not moving away. “Huh.”

“Huh,” Steve echoed. Bucky was the only one not surprised, a smug smirk on his lips.

“I think I know why she didn’t choose either of us or walk away, Stevie,” Bucky said, a little arrogant gloating in his tone. The way he talked about you like you weren’t there should’ve annoyed you, but it only made you squirm again.

Steve’s gaze snapped up, his eyes landing on your face for a moment before sliding to Bucky. “She wants both of us,” he said, a little amazed even as he read his friend’s mind. Steve looked back at you as if waiting for confirmation.

Swallowing thickly against your suddenly dry throat, you bit your lip and nodded, feeling a little shy despite the heat burning in your body and the eager expressions on both mens’ faces. “You’re right,” you murmured, barely loud enough to be heard. But both men heard you loud and clear.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky rasped, leaning into you and pressing his face to your neck. The coarse stubble on his jaw rubbed against your soft skin and making you shiver, your fingers clenching on their legs, gripping their muscled thighs like you were clinging to your sanity.

But Steve’s face darkened. “Sergeant,” he snapped, his voice like a whip, crackling with command. “Language in front of our girl.”

Your eyes snapped to Steve when he called you their girl, something warm blooming in your chest and making you want to hear him say it again. Then you caught the look on his face and the possessiveness in his expression made you feel like you were melting, softening into a puddle of need and arousal. You’d never begged a man—let alone two—to take you home, but you were seconds away from dropping to your knees and begging Steve and Bucky to get you out of that bar as fast as possible.

Bucky didn’t seem to notice the look passing between you and Steve as he pressed little kisses to the throbbing pulse point at the base of your neck. “She’s gonna be screaming much filthier things before we’re done with her,” Bucky snarked, his voice half muffled against your skin.

Ignoring his friend’s comment, Steve looked to you, his thumb sliding over your cheek affectionately as he cupped your jaw gently in his big hand. His ocean eyes were serious as he stared at you. “Are you sure?” he asked.

It felt like you were in over your head with these men but, even though you’d just met them, you trusted them to keep you from drowning. Or maybe drowning in pleasure was exactly what you wanted, and you were sure they could give you that. There was only one thing you were really worried about and, with Steve’s serious blue eyes on yours, you couldn’t stop yourself from voicing it. “Don’t make me choose,” you whispered, pleading in your tone.

At your response, Steve’s face softened in a smile of genuine happiness, and something else, something like relief. He ducked down and captured your lips in a gentle first kiss—the kind of first kiss every girl dreamed about. It made your heart race and put every other kiss you’d ever had to shame.

When he pulled away, Steve caught your eye again, that calmness you’d noticed about him settling you enough you didn’t drag him back for a deeper kiss, one that wouldn’t be suited to have in public. “We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,” Steve promised, making you smile wider. “Even choose between us.”

Bucky, who’d seemingly waited long enough, smoothly edged between Steve’s hand and your jaw, turning your face to his. His grin was so wild and handsome, it nearly took your breath away, and then his mouth was crashing down on yours and swallowing your gasp of pleasure. Unlike Steve, Bucky didn’t temper himself. His kiss was messy and filthy, his tongue plunging into your mouth until you couldn’t even remember your name, let alone that you were still in a very crowded bar.

When the kiss ended, you were left panting for breath and clinging to the lapels of Bucky’s leather jacket. Bucky grinned wolfishly down at you before glancing up at his best friend. One look at Steve and you could see a wry smile on the blond man’s face. Turning back to you, Bucky dropped one last brief kiss to your already swollen lips.

“Don’t worry, doll,” he said. He grabbed the front of Steve’s light gray t-shirt, tugging his friend into you and guiding him to kiss you again. When Steve’s lips found yours, he didn’t hold back, slipping his tongue into your mouth and making you groan softly. You were so consumed by Steve’s kiss, you barely heard Bucky’s whispered words as they ghost over the shell of you ear. “Steve and I know how to share.”

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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it's nice to have a friend

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: fluff. tinge of angst. longing. mutual pining. no smut but all my works are considered 18+ only regardless.

words: 1.7k

notes: loosely based off this prompt: platonic forehead kisses starting to give u the feels. LIKE ITS SOMETHING MAGICAL. i'm currently pmsing and work killed me so i was only able to get to this drabble done today. hoping to do the bucky request tomorrow! <3 thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. comments and feedback are always welcome and so appreciated!

“I’m fine, Steve,” you laugh as you try to swat his hand away.

You still as he catches it in his instead, pulling it down and holding it as he runs his thumb over your hand. You watch him as he keeps his gaze down, tracking his own movements and appearing deep in thought.

It’s soft and silent in the dim light of the kitchen, a little past midnight, seemingly only you and him awake at this hour.

You’d gotten back from your mission just a few hours ago and Steve had been your shadow from the tarmac up until you were cleared by Dr. Cho and could head to living quarters.

You had a small gash on your forehead and some bruised knuckles but really you felt fine. Kate and Peter weren’t as unscathed as you and Clint but all in all, the mission was a success. And truly, there was nothing for anyone, especially not Steve, to be worried about.

You and Steve were close, close enough that you considered him to be one of your best friends here at the tower, but despite that, you still had no idea why he was so concerned about you tonight.

He’d been worrying over you since you’d stepped foot off the jet. Not outright, but you could tell he was following you because he wanted to keep an eye on you. You finally convinced him you were good, or so you’d thought, and had some time to yourself as you showered and got ready for bed. When you came out to grab something to eat before letting sleep finally take you for the night, that was when you’d found him sitting in the kitchen.

Only the dimmer was on as he sat at the counter sketching something in his notebook. He noticed your presence right away and got up from his seat to meet you at the cabinet you were at.

He’d instantly went for the mug he knew you were going to reach for and handed it to you as you watched him, having relaxed with your backside against the counter when he came over.

You’d caught yourself admiring him as he got you your mug but you tried to quickly shut those thoughts down and instead focused on just how lucky you were to call Steve a friend. His concern wasn’t necessary, but it was nice to know he cared.

You took the mug from him and when you set it down on the counter, he once again tried to fuss over the small gash that would likely leave a little physical memory of the mission. Not that you minded all that much.

You tried to brush his hand away but he caught yours and kept hold of it as you let him.

As Steve continued to stroke his thumb over your soft, sensitive skin, you couldn’t help but notice the crease in his brows and the tightness of his jaw as he rubbed gently at the bruises.

You couldn’t imagine this was all because of you, but something was obviously up.

“Steve,” you spoke softly, waiting for him to look at you once more.

His bright blue eyes met yours and the worry you found in them had you sighing.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you gently squeezed his hand. “And don’t say nothing. I think I know you well enough to know that something is, so spill.”

He smiled halfheartedly at you, an almost pained look in his eye before he shook his head.

He lifted your hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss to your knuckles before he let go. You thought your heart might just stop beating entirely at the action as your breathing stilled unbidden.

You watched him as he took a small step back from you. The look in his eye wasn’t one you could name now but it had your stomach twisting..in a good way.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said as he took you in with his eyes.

Your brows furrowed lightly before you gave a small smile. That was far from the whole answer and you knew it, but you wouldn’t press him on it right now.

“I hadn’t realized how late it was,” he continued when he glanced over at the time on the stove. “I should probably get some sleep. And you should, too,” he said turning his head back to face you and fixing you with a look you could only laugh at.

“Will do, Captain,” you chuckled lightly with a nod. “Soon as I find something to eat.”

“I think Bucky has leftover pizza in the fridge if you want,” he offered.

You scoffed and your eyes narrowed at him, “Do you want me dead?” you asked in faux incredulity, earning a soft laugh in return.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he smirked. “Besides, if he knows it was you, I don’t think he’d mind.”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you pushed off the counter to head to the fridge.

Before you got there, though, you were stopped as Steve’s arms wrapped around you in a hug. You found yourself pressed right against his chest and though it took you a second to register what was happening, you soon returned his embrace and relaxed into him. God, he was so warm. And he smelled so nice. You had to stop yourself from nuzzling into him and making a complete fool of yourself. His hold was so comforting, you quickly found yourself lost in it.

So much so, you almost didn’t register when Steve placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Almost.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact as your arms reactively squeezed him tighter and you pressed yourself closer to him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d given you a forehead kiss but this time felt different. It made you feel different. Like you were in a dream. It was soft and comforting but it also had butterflies coming to life in your stomach and had your body alight in delight.

But it was over before you knew it and Steve pulled away from you with a soft, “Goodnight.”

His touch lingered on your arm though before he dropped his hand completely and smiled at you once more.

“Night,” you whispered back before you watched him go, grabbing his notebook on his way back to his room.

You absentmindedly wrapped your arms around yourself as you were already missing the feeling of his touch.

That was different. That was very different.

The light flicked on behind you and you spun around coming face to face with the only other person you'd really looked forward to seeing upon your return.

His boyish grin only added to the butterflies already causing ruckus in your tummy.

"There you are," he smiled, "I was looking for you."

Not another word was said before you found yourself wrapped up in Bucky's arms.

God, he was so warm. And he smelled so good.

Thankfully he pulled away before you could embarrass yourself by unleashing the purr that threatened to tumble past your lips as his hands rubbed at the knots in your back soothingly.

"You okay?" he asked, concern lacing his tone as he studied your face, eyes fixating on the cut blemishing your forehead once he assured himself the rest of you was alright.

"Fine," you smiled.

He nodded, "Good."

You got lost in his gaze as you stared at one another for a long while, just your quiet breaths could be heard in the otherwise silence of the kitchen.

You didn't even realize you were holding his hands until he squeezed yours ever so slightly.

"'M glad you're back," he simpered.

"Me too," you returned.

"You hungry?" he asked. "I have some pizza in the fridge if you want," he offered.

You almost laughed remembering Steve's words earlier. "That sounds really good, actually," you nodded, smiling, "thanks."

You watched as Bucky got out the cold pizza and warmed it up for you as you admired his form. When you caught yourself, you wondered how he hadn't felt your gaze heavy on his back. You were mesmerized by his muscles as they flexed with his movements.

God, you fretted to yourself.

You didn't know what to do.. You didn't know how much longer you could keep telling yourself these feelings you were feeling for Steve and Bucky were nothing.. how much longer you could deny that with each day that passed you found yourself falling harder and harder for the two supersoldiers.

Little did you know, they were both already head over heels for you.

They promised each other they'd wait as long as they had to until you brought it up yourself, they didn't want you to feel any pressure whatsoever, even if that meant you never brought it up. They'd keep their distance, not crossing the line of friendship until they were sure you wanted to. But nights like this, when you've been gone for as long as you had been, or worse when you'd come back hurt, no matter how trivial the injury was, they couldn't stay only arm's length.

To avoid overcrowding you upon your return, they'd agreed to come to you one on one. Had Bucky seen the glint of disappointment in your eyes when Steve told you he was preoccupied upon your return, he would've been a total loss. Would've come right up to you and sworn to make his absence up to you, whatever it'd take.

Hell, they'd both been waiting impatiently all day to see you and Bucky only begrudgingly sat out from greeting you on the tarmac because Steve won the coin toss.

As he plated your pizza, the pizza he had secretly saved for you, he smiled to himself as he felt your eyes glued to him.

He liked the feeling.

Steve wasn't so sure you'd ever see them as anything more than friends to you, but Bucky thought otherwise. He knew otherwise. He felt it in your gaze, in your playful hits and nudges when you’d joke together, in the warmth of your hugs... He knew it was gonna happen. And each day that passed, he only grew more sure.

He couldn't wait until the day you were all on the same page, all your cards on the table, finally the three of you together. No more coin tosses, no more taking turns checking on you after missions, no more three second hugs (though he never really stuck to that rule all too much), no more lingering forehead kisses that he desperately wished would turn into more...

He couldn't wait. But he would. For you, they'd wait forever.

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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here’s a little challenge for you: steve + bucky + reader + one bed. make what you want of it hehe 😇 congrats on 1k, jen! <3

In the middle of the night

AN: Another day, and once again, beds appear to be in short supply. Thank you for this thot, Lyn!

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Summary: What’s worse than sharing a motel room with the supersoldier boyfriends you have a crush on? Having to share a bed with them.

Relationship: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Smidge Angst, Minor miscommunication, pining, teasing, implied smut about to commence.

“Guys, I’ll just take the sofa. I’ll manage.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. It didn’t work though; Bucky just looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Really,doll? You might be shorter than us, but you’re not that short.”

He was right, of course. At 5ft 10 you were far too tall for most sofas let alone the one in the room of this ratty motel.

“What do you suggest then? That we all sleep in that?” You nodded your head at it. It being the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

Steve looked up from where he was rummaging through his go bag.

“Seems like the only sensible option to me. Normally we’d offer to sleep on the floor, but…” He eyed what passed for a carpet in the room. You had to agree with him. The chances were that anything placed upon it for any length of time would be carried off by the roaches that were probably living in it. You shuddered at the thought and repressed a gag.

“Well as long as you two keep the mushy stuff to a minimum, I suppose. It’s bad enough when I’ve shared a room with you both before and you’re being all cuddly and shit. Makes a single girl sick.” This time your gag was for comedic effect.

Bucky grinned at you, and in two strides was next to you, arm slung around your shoulder, giving you a slight squeeze.

“Are you just jealous in general, or jealous of one of us, specifically. Wouldn’t blame you; we are both hot.”

“You wish!” You pulled a face and shoved him away. “Now go get a shower, Barnes. You smell of swamp.”

He pouted back, but his light blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Me! What about Stevie! And you, doll. We all fell in that water.”

“Yeah, but you’ve still got swamp weed in your hair.”

You reached up and plucked the offending piece of flora from his chestnut locks then, feeling impish, threw it at Steve. It landed on his shoulder, but he just turned on ‘the Captain glare’ as you and Bucky started giggling like children.

An hour later you were finishing off in the small, and frankly disgusting, bathroom.

Bucky had used it first, scurrying in to escape Steve’s overdramatic ire and you had gone in search of food. When you got back Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his sweats and rubbing his hair dry with a threadbare towel. You threw bags full of food for your two enhanced teammates onto the coffee table.

“Cap in the shower?”

“Yeah - he won’t be too long. I’ve known that guy to have a full shower in less than 2 minutes. And after all these years, I’m still not sure how he does it.”

True to Bucky’s, Steve had stepped out just then, clad in his own sweats, short blond hair sticking up from where he’d given it a quick scrub. Gathering your own wash things and clean clothes to sleep in, you’d slipped around him, trying to ignore the loving look Bucky was throwing at his boyfriend.

Luckily there was enough hot water left for you. The boys wouldn’t have heard the end of it otherwise.

Returning to the bedroom, you mentally prepared yourself for an awful night’s sleep.It was bad enough that you were, once again, sharing a room with two men you had massive crushes on - who only had eyes for each other, this time you’d also be squished on the same bed, no doubt clinging onto the edge of the mattress and trying not to fall out.

The two supersoldiers were already lying in the bed, eyes closed, Bucky being the little spoon to Steve’s big one. They were scootched over so far that you were worried that Steve was about to drop off his side. Gingerly you climbed into the remaining space, your back to Bucky, and you switched off the small lamp they’d left on for you.

Moonlight shone through the thin curtains, casting weak shadows. You tried to relax but found yourself just staring at the strange shapes thrown on the wall in front of you. You could hear both of them breathing.

Slow.

Steady.

Completely fake.

Bucky shifted behind your back, his arm brushing over your ass and hip. If he had been asleep you could have believed it to be accidental. It settled across your waist, a copy of how you imagined Steve’s was lying over his.

“Um…Buck?” You whispered out of habit. “What are you doing?”

“‘S not a lot of space, doll. We need to cosy up, so you and Stevie don’t fall out.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“He’s also like a radiator, sweetheart. And we’ve noticed you don’t like to get cold. Just go with it.” Great. Now Steve was joining in.

“It just feels… you know… weird.” Something about the darkness was making you feel braver than you had in a while. Although that bravery started to wane slightly when Bucky shuffled even closer and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Whaddya mean ‘weird’? I think it feels nice.”

You flipped over to face him, despite the fact that there was so little light it made the gesture pointless. You were getting frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually.

“Bucky. Your boyfriend is right there, cuddling you, but apparently cuddling me is nice. And for some reason Steve is fine with it.”

The shadows behind Bucky shifted; Steve lifting his head.

“Wanna know why I’m fine with it?”

“Cos you’re secure in your and Bucky’s relationship, and you know this is just practical?”

He chuckled, low and deep, and boy did the sound do things to you. Oh, god! How keen were his senses? Would he be able to smell your arousal?

“Well, yes, but also, no…”

Before you could question him, Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist and suddenly he flipped you both, placing you in the middle of the bed, wedged between him and Steve. Your hands were pressed up against Steve’s chest, his coarse chest hairs tickling your palms. Bucky’s hand was splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“What the hell?”

“We realised something, doll.” Bucky was practically purring in your ear. His hips pressed up against your ass and…oh!

“W-what’s that?” You could barely breathe, frozen rigid in the bed, afraid to move.

Steve wiggled down the bed in front of you, so that your hands were on his shoulders and both your faces were level.

“That you aren’t jealous of either of us when Buck and I are being affectionate. You’re jealous of both of us. You’ve got the hots for both of us.”

You scowled, hoping that despite the low light he could see your annoyance.

“So, what? You decided you’d both tease me. Thanks so much.” You shuffled violently and sat up, kicking off the last part of the coverlet. You pushed up on your knees, but Steve copied you, effectively blocking you.

“We’re not teasing you, sweetheart. Let me finish. Please.”

The bed dipped behind you; Bucky getting to his knees too. Your head was a swirl of emotions. Confusion, want, frustration, and something that might have been hope. Steve took hold of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of your knuckles.

“We’re trying to tell you… we’ve got the hots for you too.”

“Majorly,” Bucky interjected. “It’s been torture these last few months. Fighting beside you. Sharing a room. You, being so close, but not attainable.” You could feel the heat radiating off him and all you wanted to do was relax back onto his firm chest. And you wanted to believe what they were apparently telling you.

Steve tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him.

“You can’t begin to imagine how Buck and I have been when we’ve got back to our apartment at the compound after missions with you. How we’ve been so wound up, so goddamn horny thinking about you. Thank goodness for sound-proofing. I think we’ve fucked each other seven ways from Sunday everytime.”

Bucky had moved again; regained his previous spot plastered against your back. Both his hands were settled on your waist, just above your hips. He dipped his head, and his hair brushed your neck before his lips settled just below your ear. Testing you.

“Do you want us, doll?” His lips trailed down your neck and you tilted it to bare your throat to him. Your busy mind had cleared. Now only the want remained. Bucky and Steve were pressed against you in the moonlight, surrounding you with their scent and promising you pleasure. All you had to do was answer.

“Yes!”

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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Could you do a soft!Dom Bucky and hard!Dom Steve x fem!reader and the reader just got a punishment she didn't deserve from Steve and Bucky comforts the reader and Steve feels bad?? If you don't like it sorry but if you have time could you please😭🙏

Mistaken Punishment

Written by:hellsenthero

Hard!DomSteve X Fem!Reader X Soft!DomBucky

Warnings/themes: Smut, swearing, safeword use, crying, angst, fluff.

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“I was worried sick about you,” Steve growled as he fucked into you harshly. The pace he set was brutal. Too fast and too harsh for you to have much pleasure from it. But that was the point. He was punishing you.

“I’m-I’m sorry!” You cried out as he gave a particularly hard thrust. Your hands gripped onto your white bed sheets as he railed into you. Tears streamed down your face as he fucked you. You knew you could say your safe word, that he’d stop as soon as he heard red, but part of you felt that maybe you deserved the punishment. You had told Bucky about going out to the bar late with some of your girlfriends, but apparently, he’d never told Steve before going on his mission and your other boyfriend had sat at home, worried sick over your whereabouts.

“Did you not think I’d fucking care about where you were at two in the fucking morning?” Steve asked. His hand wrapped itself around the back of your neck and squeezed tightly. “Did you think that I wouldn’t go out of my fucking mind with worry when you didn’t come home after work when Bucky was on a mission?”

“Steve-” you begged, but the Captain wouldn’t listen. No matter how much you tried to explain your story, he wouldn’t listen. From the change of his thrusts you knew he was coming close to his second orgasm of the night. He’d no doubt come inside you, stilling for only a moment before continuing on, making a further mess between your legs.

“Are you trying to make me punish you?” Steve spat.

“No!” You cried out. The pain was growing worse as Steve kept up his rough treatment. You shoved your head into the pillow beneath you, unsure how much longer you could last before screaming out your safe word. “Steve, please, stop! Slow down!”

“Why?” Steve growled. “Why should I-”

“Red!” You cried out finally. The pain overwhelming you. “Red! Steve, red!”

Steve stopped as soon as the first cry of red come from you. His grip on the back of your neck was gone as he spoke softly to you.

“Okay, it’s okay baby. I’m sorry, I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Steve got no answer from you. His lips turned down and his sweat-covered brow furrowed as he realized how far he’d gone. “Y/N?” He tried, but your loud sobs cut him off. The sound of the front door shutting noted him to Bucky being back home. “Want me to clean you up, baby?” Steven asked gently, still not daring to touch you. The only answer Steve got from you was your head shaking from side to side. Despite Steve having stopped, pain still shot through your nerves. You were so overwhelmed that the thought of being touched, even with a warm cloth, was too much. “Do,” Steve hesitated for a moment before going forward with his question. “Do you want me to get Bucky?”

There was a moment of silence before you nodded your head. Steve left the room without another word. A deep, shuddering breath left Y/N as her mind whirled. Even after taking Steve’s punishment, she still didn’t understand why she had been punished. Her boys always told her to tell one of them when she’d be going somewhere, just like Steve would tell either Bucky or her where he’d be going, or Bucky would tell her or Steve where he’d be going. So why, when she had told Bucky and not Steve, was she being punished? Nothing made sense to her and another sob escaped her as the door to their bedroom opened. Y/N didn’t realize anyone else was in the room with her until she felt the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand on her back.

“Hey doll,” Bucky said softly. “I’m here, you’re okay, you’re safe.”

“Bu-Bu-Bucky…” You sobbed.

Bucky hushed you as he crawled into bed next to you. His arms wrapped around you, making you feel safe and warm. “It’s okay Y/N, you’re okay.” Your sobs began to die down as Bucky’s hand-carded gently through your hair. “Are you hurt?” Bucky asked.

You took a moment to focus on your body. “A little. I’m sore, he…Steve was hard.”

“I know doll, Steve knows he went too hard on you.”

“Why, Bucky?” You asked softly. Bucky’s blue eyes met yours and you saw the worry and confusion in them. “Why did he punish me?”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “He punished you?”

You nodded your head. “He said it’s because I made him worry. That I didn’t tell him I’d be going out tonight after work but-”

“But you told me,” Bucky says softly, almost as though he’s in a daze. The pieces of the puzzle are starting to click into place for him as he’s realized how badly the two of them fucked up.

“I thought you told him before you got called off for your mission.” You said.

Bucky shook his head as he shifted on the bed. The comfort of the blanket and pillows became too hot, too suffocating. “I forgot.” Guilt surged through Bucky as he realized your punishment was all his fault. Yes, Steve had gone too far, that was on him, but if it weren’t for Bucky then Steve and you would never have been in that position in the first place. “Oh doll, I’m so sorry.” Bucky groaned. “I’m so sorry, this is my fault, Y/N I’m sorry,” Bucky said as he held you tighter, wishing he could turn back time and tell Steve about your plans for the night.

“So, I was right?” You asked. “I wasn’t supposed to be punished.”

“Absolutely doll, you were absolutely right. I’m so sorry.” Bucky answered. He knew Steve was just outside the door, listening in, no doubt feeling guilty for his actions. “Did you want to talk to Steve about it? Or do you want to get cleaned up?’

You paused for a moment, thinking. “Talk then clean.”

“Okay,” Bucky answered. “Steve,” he called, not bothering to raise his voice. “You can come in.”

With a slow creak of the door, Steve stepped into the room, his head bowed and shoulders hunched. He stepped up to the edge of the bed but didn’t dare get any closer to you or Bucky. “I’m, I’m so sorry.” Steve rasped. You could tell he was trying to hold back his emotions. “I’m, I fucked up Y/N, I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I would never have punished you if I had known-”

“Steve,” you called. “Look at me.” Steve raised his head and his glassy eyes met your own. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

Steve nodded along. “It never should have happened.”

“No,” you agreed, “it shouldn’t have. I think I knew that from the start and so I was already stressed going into…” you trailed off, waving your hand in the air as you searched for the right word. “The scene.” You said finally. “We all fucked up with communication today.” You said as you looked between your boyfriends. “Now we know it’s something we need to focus on.”

Bucky pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You’re absolutely right, doll.”

“Do you want Buck to help you get cleaned?” Steve asked, still hesitant as to if you’d welcome his touch so soon after the scene.

Your lips turned up into a small smile. “I’d like both of you if that’s okay?”

Steve nodded immediately before climbing onto the bed and carefully pushing your sweaty hair out from your eyes. “Of course baby. Whatever you want.”

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cielosafeplace · 10 months

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Thunderstorms

Summary: thunderstorms in the middle of the night are scary.

Warnings: fluff, reader cries, very very brief mention of punishment, reader being scared, bucky being the most comforting daddy ever

Word count: 1232

Notes: Bucky=daddy Steve=dada

written on my phone

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"Why can't I sleep with you and daddy?" You stare up at Steve as he tucks you in. "Because daddy and I don't want to wake you up early when we get up." Steve kissed your forehead. "Do you want a story?" You nodded. "Wan daddy to read." You point to where Steve isn't sitting. "I'll go get him then." Steve chucked before getting up to go find Bucky. Bucky had just gotten out of the shower when she found him. "The princess wants you to read her a story before she goes to bed." Bucky smiled as he grabs his boxers. "Tell her I'll be there in a minute." Steve nodded and went back to you.

When he got to your room, you weren't in bed. Steve sighed and went to your usual hiding spot in your closet to find it empty. "Sweetheart, it's bedtime. Not play time." Steve heard a rustle from your play tent and smirked. "I guess my baby left and now I have no one to cuddle." You instantly got out and ran to Steve. "No! No! I right here!" You didn't want your dada cuddling anybody else but you or daddy. Steve picked you up and took you back to your bed. "Dada?" You spoke quietly. "Yes, angel?" Steve looked down at you. "Will you lay with me." Steve smiled and laid beside you, pulling you close. "Cuddling without me?" Bucky came in with a bottle and sat beside you on the bed.

You quickly curled into his arms so he could feed you the bottle. "There ya go, sweet girl. Just needed daddy." You look up into his eyes to find him staring down at you. "You still want that story, pretty baby?" You nodded as best as you could with the bottle in your mouth. "Alright, what are we doing tonight?" He sat the empty bottle on your nightstand. "Wuv you to moon n back!" Bucky chuckled and grabbed the book while Steve snuggled into your other side.

He sat your between the two of them with your stuffed dinosaur, Franklin, as Bucky started to read. "I love our time together as we start each happy day. I love our bath time silliness, the way we splash and play," You felt your eyes grow heavy as you cuddle into Bucky's side. Steve noticed you started to suck the tip of your thumb so he reached over and grabbed your paci, slipping it between your lips. "We'll climb the highest mountaintops, hold tight and you won't fall." You didn't hear much after that.

"I love you to the moon and stars, my precious little one." Bucky smiled down at you. He gently pulled the duvet over you before kissing your forehead. "Good night, doll. I love you." Bucky stepped back so Steve could say good night as well. "Good night, babygirl. I love you. Sleep tight." Steve kissed your cheek. They turned on your nightlight and gently closed your door. They stayed up for a little while, mostly cleaning up before they went to bed themselves. "Night, punk." "Night, jerk." They shared a small kiss before falling asleep.

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You jolted awake after hearing a loud bang come from outside. You ran over to your window to see what it was. You couldn't see much from how hard it was raining but you did see a bright flash before hearing another bang.

You yelp and run back to your bed and hide under the covers. You have always hated thunderstorms. They are too loud. You peek out to look at the clock.

2:56 AM in big red letters

The red means you can't leave your room because it's to early. You clutch Franklin to your chest and try to calm down. You glance at the clock again, still seeing the red numbers. Should you risk punishment to go get your daddies? A loud clap of thunder made you sum up your decision. You got out of bed, grabbed Franklin and your paci, and carefully opened your door. The hallway was dark, which only scared you more. You hurry to your daddies bedroom, quietly twisting the door knob. You saw them both fast asleep. You tiptoe to the edge of their bed, only to be stopped by Bucky's voice. "What are you doing up, princess?"

"Got scared daddy." You walk around to his side of the bed. "C'mon, back to bed." He picks you up and starts walking you back to your room. He lays you down in your bed and kissed your forehead. "Get some sleep, sweets." He whispers. "But daddy I-" He shushes you. "Go back to sleep, honey. It's to early." He tucks you in and leaves. You close your eyes and try to sleep but the thunder just gets louder. You start to cry. You get up again and go to get Bucky. "Honey, I told you to go back to bed."

"But daddy-" he cuts you off again. "No, baby, it's to early. Go back to bed, now." You were about to argue more when the thunder started again, making you cry more. Bucky stood up and walked over to you. He gently picked you up and walked out of his room. "Shhh, it's okay. It's just thunder, princess. It's okay." He started walk you around the hall, trying to let Steve sleep. "How about a bottle?" You nodded.

He walked downstairs and started to fix your bottle. The thunder sounded closer this time, making you start to shake. "You're okay, honey. Daddy's right here." Bucky started to rock you while your milk was heating up. "'S scary, daddy." You whimper. "I know it is, doll, but its just thunder. It can't hurt you." Bucky placed the lid on your bottle and went to sit on the couch. "Like Thor?" Bucky nodded. "Exactly like Thor. He's just making sure you know he's watch over you from Asgard." You gasped.

You had never thought of that before. Thor was one of your favorite of your daddies' friends. He was the most fun. One time he took you to the water park and you got to skip all the lines!

"'S just Thor?" Bucky nodded while slipping the tip of the bottle between your lips. "It's just Thor. There's nothing to be scared of." Your eyes started to feel heavy again. The sounds of thunder now somewhat comforting. The rain against the roof singing a pleasant lullaby, lulling you into a peaceful sleep. Bucky took the bottle away and replaced it with a paci that they kept on the side table, just in case. He stood up and carried you upstairs. He was going to put you in your bed, but you looked so comfortable against his chest that he just took you back to his room. He laid you in the center of the bed and got in beside you.

He got settle by your side and reached over to hold onto Steve's hand. "Everything okay?" Steve whispered. Bucky looked at the two of you with a bright smile. "Everything is perfect." Steve nodded and went back to sleep.

"Perfect."

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