Mafia!Stucky Drabbles

by myfictionaldreams

Summary:

A list of short drabbles from my Mafia!Stucky series that I've uploaded from my Tumblr.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The first to share their jacket?

WHO would be the first one who would try to give their shirt, jacket etc. when the reader says she is cold?

You see, Bucky would always be the first to notice that you were cold before you’d even have a chance to ask, his hoodie or suit jacket would be softly placed over your shoulders. This was only because he had the privilege of keeping an extra close eye on you, whereas Steve was busy answering calls, visiting shipments to check for the quality of the equipment and other menial tasks that were expected from the Boss of the Rogers Mafia. Due to his job role, he wasn’t always able to have one eye on you which was one of the only things Steve was jealous of in his life and occasionally would send Bucky off to meetings in place of him so he could have the extra time with you that he craved.

 

So, on the odd occasions where your jumper wasn’t warm enough or the sun slipped behind a cloud and goosebumps littered over your skin with the breeze, and Steve watched Bucky place his hoodie over you, he would feel some guilt that he wasn’t able to do so.

 

This only meant that a few minutes later he would be wrapping his arms around you and he was a big guy, his arms would pull you in close to his higher-than-normal body temperature and you’d (ironically) melt into the embrace.

 

Now, if you were home alone and were looking for a jumper to steal to give you warmth, you’d select Steve’s as he had a beautiful selection of thick woollen jumpers that wrapped you in a fluffy cocoon. There had been more than a handful of times when they’d returned home to find you in only one of Steve’s jumpers and it would take less than a second for them to both be on you, sandwiched between the two as they littered your cheeks with kisses.

Chapter 2: Mad & Sad Moments

I Wonder if the reader was ever really really sad/mad at them because of something? 😄🤔

 

I would say, of course, there are plenty of times when you would experience both of those emotions because of something Steve and/or Bucky have done.

 

When you were mad, they would know immediately because of the rage evident in your eyes but, you were never good with expressing verbally how you felt during those moments so would have to take a couple of minutes away.

For example, last Tuesday, you had been waiting and waiting for them to text or call, but still, nothing as you stared at your phone. They’d told you not to call them in case it interrupted the handover of illegal goods but you couldn’t wait anymore as your thumb hovered over Steve’s phone number, ready to call when the front door opens and they waltz in, chirpy and not a worry in sight.

 

“Hey Doll, we’ve got take- oh shit, I thought you’d called her”, Bucky declares, smacking Steve in the shoulder as they take in your distressed state as you look from one to the other, realising they were both, in fact, completely fine and not dead or held captive by the enemy.

 

“No, you were supposed to call her after we wrapped up”, Steve shook his head, stepping towards your trembling body but you took a step back, not wanting him to touch you right now. Your blood was pumping so hard you thought your chest was going to explode as your worry turned to anger, scared if you opened your mouth you would call them something you could never take back. All you wanted was a quick call or text to say they were ok, but no… they had left you panicking to the point you were ready to go out and find them.

 

They knew not to follow when you stormed outside, needing the crisp air to cool your heated skin, going to the wooden bench hidden beneath the large tree at the corner of the garden, the sun beginning to settle behind the building, leaving you in the dusk. Taking long breaths to try and ease your temper and negative thoughts, of course, they didn’t do it on purpose and soon you were regretting not running into their arms but you waited, even as the adrenaline wore off and you began to shiver.

 

Steve and Bucky had watched from the window, waiting for your shoulders to drop as the tension ran from your body before coming outside. They were always good with apologising, coming over and opening their arms for you to crawl into happily, stroking their broad hands over your body in soft strokes and circles. “I’m sorry we made you worry baby, we never wanted to make you scared, we’ll do better I promise”. Both would be whispering against your skin, anywhere that they could kiss, and you were reaching just as desperately for them, really checking that they were ok and safe, letting them beg for forgiveness by worshipping your body.

 

You forgive them, you always did.

 

Sadness though… Steve and Bucky would never purposefully make you sad. Yes, they made you nervous with the line of work that they did, but never sad. However, there were moments they made you feel overwhelmingly sorry for them and thus, sad. Like when Bucky woke up from a nightmare from his time before the gang, he’d wake up shouting in agony, subconsciously gripping where his metal arm met his flesh and you’d hold him tight, not letting go until he fell asleep. Or there were times when Steve would be overwhelmed, needing to not be the boss, just for a few minutes, having so many lives in his hands had to be draining even to the strongest of people. So you would hold him too, stroking through his blonde hair and whispering to him that it was ok, everything would be ok. Forgetting about your own sadness with seeing his vulnerability, trying to remain strong for him.

 

Because as much as you needed Steve and Bucky, they need you just as much.

Chapter 3: Saying the wrong thing

Steve and Bucky seems always so caring but did they ever said something that wasn’t nice or even regret saying (to her or one of them) ?

 

I don’t think it would happen often, they are always so cautious around you, never bringing home their stresses from work or if they were frustrated, they could take it out on each other, but never on you.

 

But sometimes, in your idle pondering with your daily tasks, you hadn’t noticed the clenched jaw, fast breathing in a tense state if something had agitated them.

 

This morning, Steve was sitting at his laptop at the kitchen island, typing furiously to the emails that didn’t seem to stop bombarding him. It was supposed to be his day off and yet these assholes were still asking him stupid questions. Bucky had offered from where he stood leaning against the wall on his phone, to answer them for Steve but he was waved off, it was just easier if Steve got on with it.

 

So when you came down to make breakfast, looking through the empty cupboards, you were casually asking questions to both of your boyfriends without a second thought. “What do you want for breakfast? I can cook something or order in? What would you prefer? Steve?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him

 

“What?” he asks, a frown etched deep on his face, as he didn’t look away from the screen.

 

“I was just wondering what you wanted for breakfast, there's cereal, or I can go to the shop and cook you something nice-”

 

“I don’t fucking know! I can’t think right now. Do whatever you want”, he snaps, not looking away from the screen, so pent in his work that he hadn’t realised just who he was speaking to.

 

Bucky’s head snapped up at his tone, even though Steve was his boss and best friend, there was no way he was letting him speak to you like that as he shouted, “Hey! Don’t fucking talk to her like that”.

 

It was Steve’s turn to look up, his eyes quickly looking at Bucky and then to you, seeing you staring at him with wide eyes, mouth open from your innocent questioning, shoulders dropped in shame.

 

“Shit baby”, Steve ran his hand angrily through his hair, never meaning to talk to you in that way, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that”, Steve stood from his stool, walking towards you but stopping a couple of steps away, his entire body sagging in defeat, blue eyes searching your face, begging for forgiveness.

 

You’re looking at your feet now, biting your lip as anxiety tumbled through your stomach, you knew he didn’t mean to snap at you but either way, it still hurt all the same. “It’s alright”, you mumble, swallowing harshly the lump in your throat, turning around to pretend to look through the cupboards for breakfast so you could hide your face from him.

 

Steve sighed, wiping a hand over his face, feeling like shit, risking a glance as Bucky who was still looking like he was going to walk over and punch him but was holding back, instead shaking his head instead, and nodding towards you, telling Steve to hurry up and make it up to you.

 

Steve stepped up behind you fully, arms coming around to grasp your wrists and pulling them to the front of your body so he could wrap you in a tight hug, his face nuzzling into your neck. “It’s not alright, I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’d never fucking mean to talk like that to you. I’m so sorry”.

 

You closed your eyes and leaned into his warmth, taking a second before resting your head back against his shoulder, giving him more room to kiss against your neck. You were a sensitive person, all three of you knew that so it didn’t take much to upset you but it also meant that you forgave even quicker, turning your head to kiss his cheek, “It’s ok Steve, I know work has been bad today. I forgive you”. Turning more in his arms, your fingers stroked across his stubble, pulling him down for a peck before hugging him tightly, arms around his neck.

 

He sighed into the embrace and you could tell he needed it in more than one day, letting the two of you sway on the spot for a minute before he pulled away, kissing your temple. “Let me make you breakfast, I’m sure I can find something here to make you”, he offered, looking into the open cupboard and seeing the bare minimum.

 

Bucky walked over to the laptop behind the two of you, “Take her out and apologise to her properly, I’ll answer these, have the day together”.

 

Steve sighed again but with a relieved tone, “Thanks Buck”.

 

So I would say, it was rare that the boys did anything to upset you or say the wrong thing but when they did, the boys were swift to call the other out with your best interests as their priority.

Chapter 4: TikTok Trend: No Kissing

Omg, could you do a challenge like reader see's a challenge on TikTok, no kissing" and she doesn't kiss and avoids kissing Steve. Steve gets annoyed and ask her whats wrong and at the end of the day they do cuddles and fluff and smut

 

You thought it would be easy not being able to kiss Steve for a few hours and it was only a silly little TikTok challenge that had you laughing as you scrolled through the tag on the app watching other people's attempts.

 

You even contemplated involving Bucky but then it would be too much work so you just kept it to yourself, deciding to start whilst at the office. It didn’t help matters that you were wearing Steve’s favourite dress so his eyes seemed to be constantly glued to your exposed legs and pushed-up breasts. Ok, maybe you were playing up to the challenge and wanting to look as irresistible as possible to the mafia boss but then he always explained that you could be wearing a plastic bag and he would still find you captivating.

 

Sitting in your little lounger to the side of the office, you hide your phone camera and wait. Like clockwork, two minutes of glances was all it took for Steve to stand tall from his desk and walk over, squatting in front of you and taking the book you were pretending to read from your grasp. His face inched towards yours and you almost forgot about the challenge as you craved to meet him in the middle but in the last second, you turned your head.

 

“I was reading that”, you say innocently, plucking the book back and beginning to read. Steve frowned, trying to think back to the thousands of times the two of you had kissed and if you’d ever avoided him and came up empty. Maybe you were just distracted he decided and kissed your temple and moved back to his seat looking like a puppy with his tail between his legs.

 

He wasn’t the only one who was suspicious as you caught eye contact with Bucky who was squinting his eyes at you in confusion. You shrugged your shoulders and continued reading.

 

This all happened once more half an hour later as you stood and approached Steve, arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck to take his attention from the screen. Immediately his hands settled on your waste as he pulled you onto his lap. Steve dipped his face towards your lips and you turned in the last moment so he kissed your cheek.

 

“Why are you doing that?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt or annoyed, he wanted to feel your lips against his, why were you denying him? Had he done something wrong, he thought.

 

“Doing what?”, was your nonchalant response as you continued to act as normal.

 

Steve leaned in again, his hand on your chin to try and keep you in place and now the only way you could escape was by standing and announcing that you were going to the toilet. However, on your way past Steve, he grabbed your arm, his fingers on your chin just like Steve’s and you didn’t shy away from the kiss which only made him more confused as you walked off. You actually did have to use the bathroom so you weren’t lying. As you exited though, you were greeted by your other boyfriend, standing with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

 

“You sent me this TikTok two weeks ago, I know your little game”, he informed you, your rouse already up.

 

“Please don’t say anything to Steve, I want to see how far I can take him before he snaps”.

 

Bucky stepped forward, towering over you as he contemplated for a moment. “You know he’s going crazy in there right? I don’t think it’s getting the desired effect you were hoping for, he looks more upset than anything. He thinks he’s done something to upset you”.

 

A sinking feeling came over your heart as you felt bad that he felt like he’d done something wrong. Maybe you would go and tell him about the trend but then again… it had only been an hour, you could always make it up to him later.

 

“I won’t do it for much longer, I promise just please go along with it Buckaroo”, you begged, fluttering your eyelashes up at him until he succumbed and pecked your lips.

 

Back in the room, Steve’s eyes followed you as you now sat at the main desk with your book, flicking through the pages and feeling his eyes burn a hole into your body.

 

30 seconds. 30 whole seconds ticked by and Steve was out of his chair, dropping to his knees as he moved yours back until you were looking down at him.

 

“What did I do? Please talk to me, what can I do to fix it?” Steve begged sincerely. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you reached to cup his cheek, instincts taking over to care for him.

 

“Nothing Steve, you’ve done nothing wrong, I promise”, you tried to reassure him.

 

“Then kiss me baby”, he implored, his hands settling on the outside of your thighs.

 

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek and moved back again to see him frown.

 

It was Bucky who spoke next as he sat opposite you at the table, “For the love of God, please can you tell him what you’re doing, he’s breaking my heart, Mama”.

 

Steve’s frown deepend until there was a deep line in between as he looked between you and Bucky. Sighing you stood and picked up your phone, stopping the recording. “It’s a TikTok trend, ‘no kissing on the lips’, I was seeing how long we could go but we only got… just under an hour”.

 

Whilst you explained, you didn’t see the calculating, predatory gaze Steve was giving you. There he was, frightened he’d hurt his best girl and there you were teasing and laughing at him. He stood, taking swift large steps towards you before halting, taking your phone and throwing it onto the lounger.

 

You stared up at him with wide eyes, swallowing audibly as he tilted his head and looked up and down with a hungry gaze. “My funny, sweet girl with your fun little games”, he mumbled, lifting his finger and stroking over the tops of your breasts causing you to shiver at the rough feeling of his calloused fingertips. “I guess then you won’t mind if I play some of my own?”

 

Steve’s game was not as fun as yours, in fact, you could safely say it was anything but fun to be edged for hours on end. All office work was cancelled for the day and given to Sam and Natasha to do as Steve had Bucky hold your hands on the table, your dress ripped from your body as his face between your legs, then his fingers, then his cock. Each stroke, thrust, and lick had you whimpering and begging for more but Steve would always pause, letting the pleasure feelings disperse before starting again.

 

It got to the point where you were crying and shaking for him to let you cum, repeatedly apologising for teasing him but he just continued until you were so overstimulated that he stopped altogether. You were in Bucky’s arms, his strong hands under your legs to keep you upright as Steve was pumping his cock into you when he finally decided that you’d had enough.

 

Stroking away the sea of tears dripping down your cheeks, Steve carefully lifted your face more towards him, “I love you”, you said without needing any prompting, pouting out your lips to get him to kiss you.

 

“I love you too, you’ve done so well for me, Honey”, he kissed your lips slowly, moaning into it and then began to provide aftercare, taking you from Bucky, cleaning your body of the sweat and juices, making sure you had a glass of water and a little snack before dressing again and preparing to go home.

 

Chapter 5: Where is her safe space?

Summary:

This is following the events of my fic 'Last Hope' from the Mafia!Stucky series.

This was asked on Tumblr :)

How was the reader feeling the first week when she moved in with mafia Steve? Did she had a space or place that she really liked? Like the Libary or the fireplace?

If she does… would Steve find her there often?

 

It was difficult at first, the realisation of the previous day's actions had caused tears to fall, and thankfully Bucky was able to handle the cleanup from the events of ‘last hope’, so Steve could stay with her. The entire first day was spent in bed, aching from the fighting that had occurred but also the fucking which was actually a way that she used to distract herself. She was sore from her first time, but that didn’t mean that Steve didn’t use his mouth or fingers to make her cum multiple times until she was a wet puddle in the middle of his bed.

 

Once she made it out of the bedroom, it took a few hours to find her way around without Steve’s directions. It was odd for her to now call this new building her home but it also strangely felt right.

 

The first week was honestly a mix between grieving her past life, celebrating her new one and attempting to build it. This included meeting new members of the gang, understanding their job roles and where she would come into play regarding this but that was a decision for another time. Especially when she realised she couldn’t just wear Steve’s clothes for the rest of her life and he promptly treated her to a shopping spree that had even the shop owners’ eyes bulging with the amount of money Steve was willing to spend on his girl.

 

Once she became used to her new home, there were a few places that she’d like to be to unwind and create a safe space. Baking special treats for the gang members soon won her good graces into Bucky’s books as he was soon begging her to cook something new each and every time he saw her. She liked to also spend time in the garden however the weather was becoming more chilled so inside was where she spent most of her time.

 

In the new relationship, she didn’t want to be away from the safety that Steve provided, so one day, she followed him into his at-home office which was lavish and yet homely, decorations and warm colours greeting her on entry. Steve showed her to one of the quant little armchairs that faced his desk, a velvet cushioned seat with a plump decorative pillow.

 

She chose the chair on the left and hugged the pillow to her chest, idly chatting away with Steve about who was on the pictures on his walls. This continued for hours, and she even managed to doze off in the chair, she found it that comfortable. For the next few days, she returned to the chair, sometimes with a book in hand or a freshly baked pastry, as she enjoyed simply just being in Steve’s company.

 

Steve was enjoying it just as much and liked that he could keep an eye on her whilst doing all the admin that came with being the boss. Once, Bucky arrived at the home, the three of them walked up to Steve’s office, where he sat in the left armchair.

 

“Buck, sit in the other chair”, Steve mumbled under his breath without a single thought, talking as if on instinct that even seeing someone else in that chair just wasn’t right.

 

Bucky didn’t question the motives and simply stood, and sat in the other chair so she could quickly plop into the seat that was officially hers. Eventually, it became her safe space. If she was feeling overwhelmed with the life changes or needed to vent to Steve in some way, she could come to her chair. Even when he wasn’t home, she could sit in the office, some quiet music and a fluffy blanket and curl up into it, hugging the pillow until Steve came home and he could sit on the floor beside her and ask if everything was ok.

 

It was a big adjustment moving in with Steve however, it was one that she never regretted, and she was just lucky that the home and he, was so easy to fall in love with.

Chapter 6: Halloween Costumes

Summary:

What would the trio wear for Halloween?

Asked on my Tumblr :)

“Please come out of the toilet; I promise the others won’t laugh. You’ll look great!” you shout through the thick bathroom door, cheeks aching from the amount you’re smiling.

A snicker echoes across the room, and you glare pointedly at the man adjusting his green shirt, hardy attempting to hold back his laugh. You were trying, which was difficult, considering you hadn’t even seen Bucky’s costume yet. Still, even the imagination of it was enough to have you wanting to collapse to the floor and laugh until your belly hurt.

“I don’t believe you, Doll. If I come out and hear one laugh, I’m not going to this stupid Halloween party”. You try not to roll your eyes at Bucky’s dramatics, but if you were in his situation, you’d refuse to leave the house. In fact, you were shocked he had even said yes to the outfit in the first place.

Turning towards the others in the room, you pointed your finger and demanded, “No laughing at Bucky. I really want to go tonight and win this prize for best dressed, and we can’t go without Bucky, so keep yourselves contained!”

“I can hear you smiling, Mama. You’re just as bad as them”, Bucky muttered, leaning onto the other side of the door. You smack your hand over your mouth, hiding the grin and try to compose yourself.

“Please just come out; we’re going to be late!” you say, stepping away from the door and picking up your tiny orange purse that matched the shade of your wig. Approaching Steve, who had remained by the door, you straightened his scarf, which also matched the shade of your wig, as he casually leaned against the door frame, admiring your outfit.

“Right, I’m coming out there. I don’t want to hear a single noise out of anyone; otherwise, you’re fired”, Bucky jokingly threatened as he opened the bathroom door and stepped out to a flood of laughter. In your fairness, you did try to hide the laughs, but looking at the little dog collar around his neck, you were beside yourself with laughter, doubling over and holding onto Steve so you didn’t collapse to the floor. “I hate you all”, he drawled, crossing his arms so the fluffy material of his Scooby-Doo outside stretched to its limits.

“I don’t know, boss, I think you make an excellent dog, especially the tail brings out the blue of your eyes., Natasha sarcastically reasoned with him as she grabbed his tail, but Bucky was swifter to grip her wrist and pushed her away.

“You’re the first to be fired, Romanoff”, he grumbled, adjusting the hood of the onesie with Scooby-Doo’s face on.

You move away from Steve, your heels clicking along the floor as you move, which captures the attention of the grumpy man before you as he admires your Daphne costume. “I’m sorry for laughing! You just look so cute and adorable! We’re definitely going to win the competition!”

You were surprised he had even agreed to it anyway, but you’d promised a separate costume awaiting his and Steve’s return from the party, which you knew would compensate for his embarrassment. Looking around the room, everyone was dressed to perfection. Steve as Fred was the obvious choice, and you loved nothing more than seeing Steve in a tight-fitting jumper, and his little scarf was adorable.

Natasha had initially argued with you, stating she wanted to be Daphne, but you quickly reminded her that in most versions of Scooby-Doo, Fred and Daphne were a couple, so it was only fair that you got to be Daphne. Anyway, Natasha didn’t even have to wear a wig to be Velma, so this choice was easiest. Then came the argument over who was going to be Shaggy and Scooby-Doo.

Bucky initially tried to pull rank over Sam, insisting that there would be many other gangs, dangerous people and high-powered individuals at the party so they couldn’t see him in such an embarrassing costume. You reasoned with him that Sam was the obvious pick for Shaggy, with his wit and sarcasm and that Bucky was still a menacing Second leader for the Rogers mafia, no matter what he wore. Additionally, the promise of a special costume in return had Bucky reluctantly agreeing to be Scooby and Sam, therefore, could be Shaggy.

“I promise this will all be worth it”, you whisper to Bucky, flicking the gold jewel on his dog collar and necklace.

“It better be, Doll”, he smiled finally, staring at your lips before clapping his hands, “Right, everyone gets into the Mystery Machine”.

“You know Buck, you look kinda adorable with a dog collar around your neck”, Steve jokes, attempting to reach for the necklace like you had, but Bucky ducked out of the outstretched hand and then shoved lightly into Steve’s chest.

“You can’t say much - Cute scarf, by the way”. Even though Bucky had been attempting to tease Steve, this only had both men smiling, wrapping arms around each other, and walking towards the exit.

 

Later that night, you were stuck between multiple costumes for them, having seen at least six different options in the shop that you knew would drive Steve and Bucky mad, so in the end, you wrote all the possibilities down and let them randomly pick which one they’d prefer. The choices ranged from cheerleader, sexy nurse and fairy. They were all stereotypical sexy costumes, but they were all ideas you knew would drive the two men crazy.

Steve reached into the pot first and then Bucky, reading their own pieces of paper and grinning devilishly.

“So? Which would you both prefer?”, you asked, standing before them, having removed the Dampne heels and hair.

Steve shifted his position from where he sat at the end of the bed with Bucky, already feeling his desire swelling between his legs. “Mine says Red Riding Hood. Oh baby girl, you know I would love to be your big bad wolf and chase you through the woods”.

You tried to ignore the pulse that bloomed in your core as you looked to Bucky with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to talk. “Mine is Professor and Student”.

Stepping closer to Bucky, you plucked the piece of paper from his hand and then the same with Steves. “We can do one tonight and another tomorrow. Here’s the thing with the one you picked, Bucky. I’d like it if I were your professor and you were both my naughty students; how does that sound?”

Bucky’s mouth dropped open like he would say something, but no words came out, so he silently nodded. “Good! I’ll go and get changed, and both of you just wait here”.

Chapter 7: Duke, Duchess and Knights

Summary:

You get so lost in the fantasy dream that when it turns into a nightmare, you're not sure what reality is when you wake up screaming.

Notes:

Just a little request for a mafia!stucky fluff/angst!

There’s a mixture of muffled, panicked voices as you drift between sleep and reality.

“Doll, wake up! You’re just dreaming; listen to me, you need to wake up!”. The voice shouting for you to wake up sounded recognisable, but something more high-pitched was covering the sound of the voice you wanted to drift further towards. Someone was screaming, terrifyingly loud and shrill, and it took a couple of breaths to realise that it was you who sounded so frightened and fearful.

Upon this realisation, the unconscious world you’d been trapped in disappeared as you came back to full consciousness, attempting to sit bolt upright but found that you were being held up already. With the seconds it took for your eyes to dart around at your surroundings, you became aware of a few things.

One that Bucky was currently sitting in the middle of the bed with you between his legs, your head resting back against his shoulders and back against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around your body to keep you in position. Two, that Steve was kneeling in front of you, his eyes so fearfully large and face drained of any colour as he reached to cup your face.

Everything felt incredibly disorienting; the room was spinning, and dark patches were edging around your eyesight. Not only that, but you were in uncomfortable pain, specifically in the centre of your chest and throat, presumably from the screaming you’d been doing for god-knows how long. There also seemed to be an unsettling amount of fluids coating your face and body, and only then did you realise that you were also crying hysterically.

“Baby, look at me. I need you to listen to me and take a deep breath, " Steve instructs, panic coating every word he speaks, only adding to your fear that something is incredibly wrong.

You try, though. Try to open your mouth to take a breath, but it felt like someone was wrapping their hands around your lungs so that you couldn’t draw a breath. The lack of air added to your disorientation and dizziness, feeling like you were trapped in your own body.

The hands around your face tightened to bring your attention back to Steve as he rolled his shoulders and attempted to relax his facial features to look as calm as possible. “Keep looking at me, Sweetheart. Now, I want you to try again and take a deep breath, slowly, like this” he then proceeds to take a deep, slow breath through his nose and out of his mouth.

You try and copy but still find it a struggle to open your lungs as your body seems to be still trapped within the state of fear caused by your nightmare. A chaste kiss to the side of your head captures your attention as a different voice begins to talk from behind, “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Mama. Breath in nice and slow and out through your mouth”, Bucky repeats Steve instructions as he continued to hold you. Only then did you realise that he was forcing his chest to move up and down to mimic the slow breathing, giving you something to ground yourself to and copy the movements yourself.

The next breath that you take is shaky but enough to fill your lungs that you can release a desperate sob.

“That’s good, really good. But I need you to do it a few more times for me. That’s it, breathe in again and out slowly, " Steve instructs, giving you a soft smile that would have melted your heart in any other circumstance.

Each breath had the tightness easing in your chest as you began to relax into Bucky’s hold until you could breathe without the fear of becoming trapped by a panic attack. However, as your breathing eased, this gave you the energy to pathetically sob and weep, reaching to grip both Steve and Bucky’s arms, needing to feel their warmth and touch.

“Shhh, it’s ok, we’re here. We aren’t going anywhere. You’re safe, Baby girl”, Steve spoke delicately, his voice audible over a whisper as he made you feel safe in the room with him and Bucky.

“I- I- Thought- It felt so real-” you choke on the words tumbling out. Everything was so intense and overwhelming that even though you knew you weren’t in any danger, the hysterics continued. Bucky rocked his body gently to try to calm you down as Steve’s thumbs attempted to catch the endless flow of tears, but eventually, his hands were soaked, and he used the corner of the blanket on the bed to dry your face.

“Try to relax for us. Whatever you dreamt about wasn’t real; none of it was true. You’re safe with me and Steve, and you always will be”, Bucky reassures as he pulls your body closer to his so you are in a tight cocoon of his arms around your waist.

Steve inches forward as well, pressing his bare chest against your face and arms around the back of Bucky’s so that you are in a boyfriend's sandwich. The warmth surrounded every part of you, like they were human radiators, calming you down to the centre of your being. The hysterical sobs quieted enough that you were now only sniffling with hiccups, attempting to manage your emotions adequately to lean into them further.

Your eyes were sore and slightly swollen, and your throat was burning from the screaming and crying. It had been such a long time since a nightmare had rocked you to the very core like this; however, usually, it was due to something from your past, not the fantasy journey your unconscious mind seemed to take you to.

“It’s so stupid”, you admit after a couple of silent minutes, nuzzling your aching face into the shoulder of Steve, savouring further his warmth and muscles that flexed at the action.

Steve leans back slightly but only to kiss your temple carefully, “What’s stupid?” he asks.

“My dream or, I guess, my nightmare. Whatever it was, it was so stupid to overreact the way I have, but it just felt so real”.

Bucky shifted the arms around your waist so his metal fingers interlocked with your smaller hand, cradling it and drawing circles in your palm with his thumb. “Doll, whatever your nightmare was about, it’s not stupid, especially to have frightened you this much. You know we’ll always be here for you, whether you want to tell us what happened or not. But, from my personal experiences with nightmares, it might feel better to talk to someone”.

You sigh, knowing he was right and you’d had to do this exact sort of care with him on multiple occasions when he had nightmares from his past as an assassin. Taking a steading breath and letting the air out slowly through your mouth, you tilted your upper body to look up and between your two boyfriends to begin explaining your dream.

“You both…died. I mean- we all died in the nightmare, but I had to watch you both die first” As you remembered the horror of seeing the light leave Steve and Bucky’s eyes, a tear escaped yours, landing on Bucky’s arm. “I only woke up from the nightmare because I died in the dream and could hear you both shouting. I thought it was some sort of weird afterlife that I’d fallen into”.

Steve dips his face lower to meet yours, his nose nudging the very tip of yours, drawing a smile to your lips at the soft touch. “That’s not stupid at all. It was all just a dream; we’re very much still alive. Don’t worry about that, Sweetheart”.

Sighing, you close your eyes for a moment, not because of the sadness quickly easing away from your tense limbs but because you remembered the rest of your dream. Each of your cheeks warmed in embarrassment as you avoided looking either of them in the eye. “It’s not the death that was the stupid part; it was just the part that scared me the most. I was quite enjoying the rest of the dream before all of the death, but you’re going to think it’s silly2.

Steve and Bucky share a confused look between themselves. “Anything you tell us won’t be silly or stupid. You’ve seen what Stevie here draws in his spare time. Can’t be more silly than monkeys riding on unicycles.” Bucky tries to cheer you up, and it works as you giggle against his chest as Steve gives his boyfriend a deadpan head tilt.

As you look between the blonde and brunette Mafia men, you already know you will regret telling them. “Promise me that you won’t laugh at me”.

“Baby, there’s no way I’m laughing at anything you say, especially after just watching you nearly have a panic attack”, Steve concludes as Bucky nods with his words.

Trying to breathe away the tension in your body, you begin to tell them the intricate details of your dream that consequently shifted to your worst nightmare. It was a land you’d never heard of before, thick with orange-shaded trees as Autumn drew in. You were in a ridiculously lavish dress. Steve sat beside you in his golden attire as the carriage rocked with the uneven path.

You were the Duchess of the land whilst Steve was the Duke. The two of you were targets for many dark forces, which was where Bucky came into the dream, saving you both on your travels as attackers went for the carriage. Thankfully, Bucky, a local knight, had saved the two of you, and eventually, as the dream spilt through snippets of a relationship, the duo became a trio. It was all whimsical and light-hearted as it seemed to parallel your life with both of them, but it was in this fantasy universe.

The dream, however, started to darken into a nightmare as the three of you were captured by the forces who had been seeking to find you and Steve. “I don’t know, it was like some sort of fantasy novel in my head, and it was all so peaceful, but then everything changed so quickly. I had to watch you both be killed by Bucky’s own sword, which then was shoved into my chest just before I woke up”.

As you recalled their fictional deaths, you visibly shook as fear began to spark through your body once more. Steve moved first, kissing your cheek a few times to help keep that anxiety away, “Well, it was all just a dream, nothing to be frightened of, Sweetheart. And that wasn’t stupid or stilly, was it, Bucky?” Steve asks his boyfriend with a glare.

You look up, confused by the negative look from Steve, only to find Bucky holding in a laugh as he nods but then cracks, releasing a light-hearted laugh. You release the hold on his hand but only so you can swat at his shoulder, even more embarrassed than before as you look towards the wall, away from them both.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, it’s just - what kind of an idiot gets killed by his own sword?” Bucky asks, laughing and causing you to sway on the bed as his chest vibrates with his chuckles.

Despite the embarrassment, you couldn’t help the smile teasing your lips, “You told me you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry; I promise I’ll stop laughing; just give me time to process this all”. Taking a deep breath, Bucky attempts to compose himself, but as soon as you both catch eye contact again, the three of you laugh at the entire situation.

“At least we know Bucky’s a dumbass in this world and your dreams”, Steve casually mentions as he kisses beneath your jaw.

“Hey! At least I had a sword; your lazy ass still needed saving, even in her dreams. What does that say about you?” Bucky counters, making you laugh even harder and cling to both men.

“For two of the most powerful people in Brooklyn, you really are just a couple of goofballs”, you say whilst lovingly cupping both of their faces, kissing each of them in turn. “Thank you for helping me through my panic attack”.

“You’re most welcome, your royal duchess. Your noble knight will always be here to protect you”, Bucky joked in an emphasised lower tone that only caused you to laugh harder.

Steve rolls his eyes, but you can see his attempts at trying to hide his smile as he looks between Bucky and you. “I do think we need to stop watching Game of Thrones before bed”.

Chapter 8: Sunburnt

Summary:

Request: "please have a Stucky (not Mafia!Stucky) reaction to you getting really badly sunburnt and taking care of you after?"

The trip was supposed to be a holiday. A few days at the coast, toes in the sand, pretending you were just another couple instead of two men who could clear a room with a single glance.

You’d wandered down the beach, with the breeze brushing your cheeks and the salty scent of the ocean surrounding you, as they “watched the boats.” Aka, they were watching for the importing of goods that had been whispered about through the black market. They weren’t watching to stop it, but to interfere and take the goods themselves.

By the time you padded back up the boardwalk, sand clinging to your calves and sun kissing your skin, Bucky nearly dropped his bottle of beer.

“Doll.” his brows shot up, mouth tugging into that half-smile that usually preceded a teasing quip. “What did you do? Fall asleep out there? You’re glowing, and I don’t mean that in a positive way. Did you forget sunscreen?”

Your composure breaks, shoulders slumping as you hide your flushed face, groaning, “I applied plenty of sunscreen! You helped me with my back! It’s not that bad of a burn, right?”

Steve looked over then, and the humour drained right out of him. He set the binoculars aside, coming over to brush the back of his knuckles against your bare shoulder. You hissed at the immediate burn as he gave you the look.

“Sunburn,” he stated, disappointed, as if you could have helped the way your skin reacted to the beaming rays of the sun. His hand moved to your lower back, careful not to press too hard as you flinched at the touch, as more of your skin revealed to have been burnt, as he moved you towards the villa you were staying in.

Bucky trailed behind, chuckling. “We leave you alone for a couple of hours, and the sun ruins you. How are we supposed to protect you from the sun?! Unrealistic standards for boyfriends these days.”

Even though he was trying to make you laugh, you still felt glum, feel hot, sticky and crisp. “I said I’m fine. I just wanted to go for a walk.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you always say you’re fine right before you’re not.” Bucky ducked past Steve to open the door, then grinned as he glanced back at you. “At least it’s cute. Kinda. In a fresh lobster kinda way.”

Steve swatted Bucky’s arm as he herded you inside. “Don’t encourage her. She’ll think it’s a joke instead of an injury, Buck.”

Bucky holds his hands up in defence, biting his lip to hold back the smirk, but still flicks a wink in your direction when he catches your eye. That earned him another swat, but by then Steve was already fetching aloe from the bag he’d brought instead of packing.

With you sitting at the end of the bed, he worked the cool gel over your skin in steady, soothing circles while Bucky leaned against the wall, arms crossed and smirking.

“You know,” he drawled, voice full of mock, “if that sun wants to pick a fight, we could take care of that too. Might be a challenge, but I like our odds.”

You laughed despite the sting, and Steve shook his head with a long-suffering sigh. “You’re impossible.”

Bucky winks again. “Nah, just dedicated to my girl.”

And with both of them hovering, one overprotective, the other teasing but no less tender, you let yourself sink into the moment.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 28 of Mafia! Steve/Bucky/Reader