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“This will all sound cheesy, but I figure that if you’re reading this then you should already be prepared. This is the story of my family. Of our love, our losses, our sacrifices. Of how we fought to stay together, fought to survive. This is the story of Bailey Stark and the Avengers. This is my story.”

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His Most Prized Possession

Pairing || Dark!Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Summary || You’re the wife of the most feared man in all of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes, the mob boss of the biggest mafia in town. Your his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property, his most prized possession. He will torture and kill anyone who dares to make any advances on his woman, and he won’t hesitate to show them who you belong to in the most sinful way possible before their end…

Word Count || 8876

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut, Angst, Dark Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con, Dark!Jealous!Possessive!Bucky, angry/vicious!Bucky, soft!Bucky, mob/mafia business, mention of drugs/alcohol, violence, implied use of weapons, implied torture, blood, murder, crying, use of force, graphic/explicit content/language, pet names (doll, baby, babe, princess + others), unprotected vaginal sex, exhibition kink, forced voyeurism, daddy kink, spit kink, degradation & praise kink, use of the word whore, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m & f receiving), teasing, begging, face/throat fucking, gagging, fingering, spanking, choking, rough fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, aftercare.

Authors Note || After a lot of work it’s finally done! I’m so proud of this! Please enjoy this twisted and sinful journey! Feedback would be so much appreciated on this piece <3 I want to know what you think!

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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The Underground Lounge

It was the most high-profile club in all of New York City. A place for criminals, the filthy rich, politicians and like-minded people to converge in secrecy for whatever they desire with no repercussions, whether that be alcohol, drugs, women, sex or just a fun time. Everything and anything went down here.

The club was nestled deep below The Blend nightclub, which acted as a cover for the underworld of crime below.

They were both owned by James Buchanan Barnes—Bucky amongst friends and loved ones. The most feared man in all of the city and the mob boss of the biggest and baddest mafia in town. He was also your husband. Your dangerous, vicious and sexy husband.

You and Bucky would usually be at the club on the weekends for some party and fun, which you were right now.

The VIP area that was only reserved for Bucky and company was slightly elevated over the rest of the club—giving Bucky the best view to look over his domain. It also showed the guests that they were nothing compared to the boss sitting on the high throne. The VIP area had an abundance of seating places—fitting several people. All compacted in a sizeable curved couch with a low circular table in the middle to put drinks on or other substances, for that matter. There was also enough space for Bucky’s security to keep a lookout over the club and its activities.

Today it was only you and Bucky attending. No friends, no other company, except for your security detail.

With a good percentage of alcohol in your system, you and he were all over each other—lips sloppily crashing into one another as you moaned and groaned into each other's mouths and hands roamed both your bodies.

You'd unbuttoned a few buttons of his white long-sleeved shirt—wanting to feel his collarbone and chest underneath your fingertips as you made out. His dark blue velvet dress jacket was tossed to the side long ago. Your other hand rested delicately on top of his covered bulge—palming him ever so often.

Bucky’s hand kept a tight grip on your naked upper thigh; the short little dress you wore barely covered anything, giving him easy access to your skin. His other held your throat gently in his grasp, making it impossible to move away from him not that you wanted to.

Ever so slightly, he inches his way higher up your thigh, hicking your dress up with his moves, as he caressed your delicate skin with his rough hands, making you moan and whimper into his mouth. His end goal was to get into your panties—wanting to force his fingers knuckle-deep into you and have you make a mess all over them.

It wasn't unusual for him and you to get a little naughty together in the club. On multiple occasions, you'd have his fingers deep inside your pussy or straddle his lap to grind yourself on his clothed cock. And occasionally giving him a handjob here and there.

You'd think he would be against having you so exposed to everyone’s prying eyes since he was always so protective and possessive over you in day-to-day life. But on the contrary, he loved showing you off here. It gave him the power to assert his dominance over you and make everyone know that you're his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property and his most prized possession.

This was his club—his rules—his everything. Everyone knew not to mess with the mob boss's precious wife. Not unless they had a death wish.

Your body tingled in anticipation of having his digits buried deep inside you. You were so ready for it. So needy for it, but… God, did you really have to pee now, urgently.

“Bucky.”

His name came out in a moan rather than a plea for him to stop with his touches, making him think you wanted more. He swiped your damp panties with his thumb while his lips assaulted your neck with licks, kisses and bites, making you whine even more.

“Bucky!”

You placed your hands on his chest, shoving him lightly off you, making him stop with his kisses and retract his hand from under your dress.

“What!”

An annoyed tone was laced in his voice, but that quickly turned into concern as he thought something was wrong.

“What is it, baby?”

His thumb caressed your cheek lovingly as he tried to search your face for any discomfort. There was none, so he didn’t understand why you'd make him stop.

“I just really need to go pee.”

He nodded his head in understanding and was about to call for one of the security to accompany you, but you stopped him before he could.

“No! I can go on my own.”

“Doll…”

He cocked his head to the side. He didn’t like that. He didn’t want you going on your own.

Although the club was a safe space for you to wander around due to everyone knowing who you were and not daring to approach you under any circumstances, Bucky still wanted you looked after due to the reason that occasionally a rouge and unwanted person managed to get into the club, despite the tight security, and cause chaos and bothering the other club patrons. But that rarely happened, and right now, you just wanted to go on your own without having anyone on your tail all the time.

“Please, Bucky,” you pleaded with those puppy-dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist, “if I'm not back in 15 minutes, you can come and find me.”

“Alright, princess,” he pecked your lips, “but hurry back to me, baby,” and once more, “because I need to bury my fingers in your tight little pussy….”

He cupped your core harsh, making you moan out at the roughness. Bucky groaned out as he touched what belonged to him.

“... my tight little pussy.”

He growled in your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand and your core pulsate at his filthy words.

“I’ll be right back, babe.”

You gave him one last peck before you got up and fixed your dress—the material had bundled up your hips entirely. Bucky gave you a light tap on your ass before you walked away in search of the bathroom.

You did your business in the bathroom and freshened up before walking out to the club’s main area.

Bucky hadn't left his positing from the VIP area. His leg was crossed over the other, and his arms rested on the back of the couch while he looked calm and relaxed. You wanted to take advantage of your freedom and decided to get a quick drink at the bar before returning to him.

You made your way to the bar that was settled in the middle of the club while swaying your hips to the music playing. Luckily, the bar wasn't packed, so it should be a quick deal.

You order the drink and make yourself comfortable with your elbows on the bar counter, squeezing your breasts together, almost exposing them entirely. Your ass poked out behind you—the dress so tiny and short that it almost showed your entire ass.

You knew everyone had their eyes on you, thirsting and yearning for you—for something they knew they could never have, and that's what you loved so much about it. In this club, you loved being a little cock-tease to everyone—it made you feel powerful.

While waiting for your drink, you scanned and observed the club’s guests. Most of them you'd seen before and recognised—politicians with their mistresses, criminals making shady deals with each other, and some new faces you'd never seen before. Everyone looked to be in great spirit and having fun tonight.

“My, my… don't you look pretty tonight.”

A deep, smooth voice murmured in your ear, making you jump out of your skin a little at the roughness of it. You thought it was Bucky for a second, but the voice didn’t match quite right. When you spun around, you found yourself caught in an intense gaze by a man. Usually, you'd back away and decline any stranger like that, but something about him just made your whole being scream in need.

The man oozed danger, sex and confidence—all things you loved and had gotten so used to with Bucky. So you couldn't help yourself when you got ensnared in this stranger's trap. You knew you shouldn't talk to this man. Bucky would be pissed if he found out. But Bucky wasn't here right now, and the drink should be done any second, so you decided to play along and then would politely decline once it was time. Bucky would never know.

“Well, hello to you, stranger.”

You batted your eyelashes at him and gave him your most appetising smile and gestures you could muster up, popping your hip out and tilting your head to the side, wanting to play a bit dirty and rile him up.

“My, you're the prettiest little thing in this whole club.”

He came closer, almost pinning you against the bar with his massive frame. He licked his lips as his eyes travelled across your whole body. This man was playing a dangerous game in approaching you like that—intentions clearly sexual.

He presented his hand, and you took it gladly, shaking it.

“The names Roman,” he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it while maintaining eye contact, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Roman?

Roman?

You'd heard that name before, but you couldn't quite put your finger on who he was. It was such an unusual name that you would think with such a name, you'd remember who it belonged to, but your mind was completely blank. It must be the alcohol and the intense surge of sexual energy you were experiencing.

“The pleasure is all mine, Roman,” you gave him your name, which made him smirk when he heard it.

“That's a beautiful name, princess. What brings you to this club, sweet thing?”

“Oh, I-”

The conversation was cut abruptly by someone grabbing Roman’s shoulder and pulling him away from you, turning him to face whoever it was.

You gasped.

Shit. It was Bucky.

His face was stone cold as he stared Roman down with absolute dark rage in his eyes. His fists clenched by his side—knuckles turning white.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Roman?” Bucky spat out while getting all up in his face.

Wait?

Bucky knew him?

Oh…

Oh!

Oh, no…

He was that Roman.

Shit. Now you remember.

He's the man that betrayed Bucky about a year ago and went to be with Bucky’s number one rivals instead. You remember at the time what kind of a toll it had taken on Bucky to be so gruesomely crossed.

This was not good. You felt so horrible and guilty now with the later knowledge of know this man was. How could you have forgotten him? Forgotten what he's done? You should have brushed him off instead of instigating his actions further.

You couldn't hear what they were saying because they were so up in each other's faces, but you could tell that it was a heated argument. You wondered what was being said. What kind of complications and events this would all lead to.

Suddenly, Bucky shoved him hard, and it looked like he would fight him right then and there. But he didn’t…

“You’re fucking dead, Roman,” Bucky uttered through gritted teeth.

Bucky came to your side and grabbed your arm hard. So hard that it hurt, and you winced and tossed to try and get out of his harsh grip, but he wouldn't budge. He pulled you back to the VIP area and ordered you to sit on the couch.

“Don't fucking move.”

His words were like poison, making you flinch at the absolute anger in his voice. Your eyes were becoming glossy—tears threatening to spill at any moment. You wrapped your arms around yourself for comfort.

How could you be so stupid? You should have just said no to Roman instead of acting like a fucking brat and whore—wanting to be a little cock tease for a man that wasn't even your man. You should have just been an obedient little wife and returned to your husband like you were supposed to.

Bucky was furiously talking to one of his men for several minutes. You saw how stressed, angry and fearful his demeanour was. His hand ran through his short hair multiple times. It was rare to see Bucky in this state. He was usually tough and determined, not bothered by what people said and did, and always in control of things. But it looked like Roman had really struck a sensitive nerve—said something that had put Bucky out of check.

When he was done conversing, he came back to you and took your hand, gently this time, and pulled you with him out of the main club area, not saying a thing. It looks like you were leaving. You went through the backdoor that was only used for you and Bucky and a selected few other people.

Once in the elevator, Bucky wrapped a protective arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his torso, still not saying anything. You wanted to say something. To plead for his forgiveness, but you felt awkward doing it in this tight place when you weren't alone. You would try and talk to him in the car when it was just the two of you.

Bucky ushered you into the backseat of the black luxury car, him getting in behind you. You weren't sure where you were going—home, most likely. The screen divider that separated the backseats and driver seat was up, so you were all alone, and you could finally try to talk to him.

“Bucky?”

You tried in a sweet and calm voice.

Nothing.

He pulled his phone out when it pinged with a message. His mouth remained in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed, with no emotions in his eyes as he typed on his phone before placing it inside his jacket.

“Bu-Bucky?”

Your weak voice cracked as his name came out in a sob this time.

“I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I shou-” You sobbed even more, unable to finish your sentence. You were about to cry any second, knowing that Bucky was mad and disappointed in you for being so stupid and reckless. You turned your head away from him, unable to look at his stern face.

“Doll…”

His voice was sweet compared to the poisonous one he used with you in the Underground. You thought he would yell at you once in the car. But it was the opposite. His loving and caring side surfaced—your wonderful husband that loved you beyond words.

“Baby…”

He grabbed your chin with his fingers and turned your head towards his. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration for you—his wife. His heart broke when he saw a few tears roll down your cheeks, your lips quivering.

“P-please d-don't be mad a-at me, Bucky.”

“Oh, baby… come here.”

He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. His head nuzzled in your neck as he laid tender kisses on the soft skin to try and soothe you,

“Mad at you? No, doll. I could never be mad at you, and I’m sorry it came across that way. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you like that, my sweet love.”

“Bu-but, you seemed s-so angry at me. Angry for what I’d done and who I was talking to. I swear, Bucky, I forgot who he was, and I-I just-”

“Doll.” He made you rest your forehead on his. His piercing blue eyes focused deep into yours—showing you that he spoke the truth. “I’m not mad at you at all. Please don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s not your fault. Not even the slightest, ok? I love you, babydoll.”

“O-ok. I-I love you t-too, Bucky.”

He dried your tears while giving you a warm smile. “My precious girl.” He cradled your face in his hands and laid a light, comforting kiss on your lips. The kiss slowly progressed to a more passionate one—neediness and love poured into it.

The moment was quickly interrupted by Bucky’s phone pinging with a message in his jacket. He groaned as he fished it out to read it. You caught a glimpse and gasped when you saw what it said.

It's done.

You knew what it meant. It was the worst possible outcome following the events that unfolded in the club.

“Is, is he d-dead?”

“No, no, doll. They only questioned him, that's all.” Bucky tried to reassure you.

You knew what questioned meant. It meant that they had beaten the shit out of him, almost to the point of death. And although Bucky spoke the truth that Roman wasn't dead, he would be soon. Bucky never let something like what happened at the club go unpunished—people trying to cross his line. Certainly not when it comes to you. He would torture and kill anyone who made any advances on you, especially when they were fully aware of who you were and belonged to. And Roman most certainly knew what he was doing when he approached you. He wanted to provoke Bucky and test his limits. And now he would pay for it.

Maybe he didn’t think it through enough? Perhaps he thought he was safe because he was under the protection of Bucky’s rivals?

But one should never underestimate Bucky. He didn’t give a fuck who anyone belonged to, enemies or friends. If provoked, he would have you severely punished or, in the worst case, killed.

You shook your head—not wanting to think about it anymore. Instead, you lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder and close your eyes for the remaining car ride. His fingertips delicately caressing your arm lulled you to a relaxed and sleepy state…

———

“Doll,” his soothing voice murmured in your ear, pulling you out from the light sleep, “baby, we’re here.”

You softly moaned as you lifted your head and saw that you’d pulled into the garage of your penthouse—you were indeed home now. Luckily, because you were ready to cuddle up with your husband in bed and go to sleep in his loving and protective embrace.

“You want me to carry you?”

“N-no, I can go on my own.”

Once in the elevator, Bucky pressed the button for the roof terrace, not the apartment like you thought we would. You looked up at him. A confused expression on your face—eyebrows furrowed.

“Are we not going to bed yet?”

“Not yet,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissed your head, “I have something I want to show you.”

What did he have to show you on the rooftop?

When the elevator arrived, Bucky took your hand and led you to the patio overlooking the light-filled city. Nothing looked unusual. Everything looked as it always did. There was no thing to show. So why did he bring you here?

“Bucky, what are we doing here?”

“Come.”

He led you to the very edge of the fence and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His head rested on your shoulder, and you leaned yours on his.

“Do you see, doll?”

“See what, Bucky?”

“The city!”

“Your city, babe.”

“Our city, baby girl. All of this is for you. Everything I do is for you. You and my undying love for you influence every decision I make in life.”

“James… you know I don't need any of this. I appreciate it, baby, you know that, but… I just need you.”

“I know, I only need you as well, but I just wanted you to know that we’re in this together. We can always count on each other. We will always have one another. Our love is powerful and unbreakable.”

“You know it, Bucky.”

You stood for a while longer. Staring out over your city as you swayed to imaginary music. Bucky’s lips graced your cheek as he whispered sweet nothings that had your heart burst with warmth, love and security.

Words can’t describe how much you loved this man. This vicious, menacing, murderous, but also affectionate, warm and joyous man. One would think such words couldn’t be combined to describe a man—that it doesn't fit. But Bucky was all those, and you wouldn’t change him for the world.

Your sweet bubble was interrupted by another notification on Bucky’s phone, making him groan in annoyance. He held one arm around your waist while the other retrieved his phone.

You couldn't see what it said this time, but he let out a groan of approval and then pulled you with him back to the elevator once he read it.

“Where are we going now? More surprises?”

“We’re just going to our room.”

Ah, finally. As much as you loved Bucky for bringing you up here and expressing his undying love for you, you really just wanted to snuggle up to him in bed now.

But once you arrived at your room, one of Bucky’s men was waiting by the door, which was highly unusual. You wondered what was going on. It probably had something to do about Bucky’s recent text message. Probably an update on Roman and his current… situation. But no matter what it was, you hoped it would be able to wait till the morning. You just wanted Bucky all to yourself now.

“Wait here, doll.”

You stood in place while Bucky approached his man. He whispered something to Bucky, and Bucky nodded before he called you over. The man bid you good night, and then it was finally just you and your husband.

“What was that all about, babe?”

“My love…”

He lay his hands on your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes with seriousness written all over his face.

What was going on?

Why was he acting so… strange?

“Yes, my dear?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky, with my life.”

“Would you do anything I ask of you?”

You didn’t like to admit it, but you would kill for this man if the situation ever occurred.

“I-I… yes.”

“Then come with me,” he presented his hand, and you took it without hesitation, “don't be alarmed.”

Alarmed?

He opened the door to your shared master bedroom. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Although you trusted Bucky, his behaviour was more abnormal than usual, which scared you slightly.

You expected to be met with something significant while walking into the room, but there was nothing in the dim-lit room. It was a little hard to see with the lights out, so you scanned the entire space to try and find the abnormality—from the huge windows lining the outer wall, to the bed, and finally, the other side of the room. And that's when you saw it.

You gasped out loud in horror, eyes wide like saucers when you saw a person in the darkened corner of your room. It was a man—beaten, bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair. His scream was muffled by something shoved into his mouth.

Oh my god… it was Roman…

“B-Bucky, wha-”

What was happening? This was wrong. This was so wrong on so many levels. Bucky never brought any of his mob business into your home. He always tried to shield you from that gruesome aspect of his world as best as possible. So what was he doing?

You backed away slowly but were stopped by colliding into Bucky’s chest. He grabbed your upper arms to keep your shaking form in place. His breath fanned your face while he whispered in your ear.

“Don’t be scared, my love.”

You were very much horrified by the sight of a bloodied and bruised man bound tight in your room. I mean, who wouldn't be?

“Wh-what i-is going o-on?”

You contemplated screaming and running away. If that's what you wanted, Bucky would have let you go—he would never force you into doing something you absolutely didn’t want. But you didn’t move a muscle. This situation intrigued you. Bucky’s vicious and twisted mind fascinated you.

Although you were the innocent and sweet one in the relationship, you had a slight devious nature to you as well. So you wanted to see what kind of plans Bucky had in store for bringing Roman into your privacy. What kind of things does he want to do. So you let go of all your worries and went with the flow.

With Bucky’s hand secured around your neck, craning your chin up to make you look at Roman. Bucky spoke, loud enough for Roman to hear as well, the most sinful, possessive and immoral words he's ever uttered—making you shamelessly aroused and almost crumble to the floor.

“He’s gonna watch us, doll, all powerless tied up in that chair as I do with you as I please. He’s gonna watch as I undress you and expose your beautiful flesh to his eyes. He’s gonna watch as I kiss, lick, suck and bite all over your skin. He’s gonna watch and hear as I make you moan, whimper and scream. He’s gonna watch as I fuck you hard, my wife. Claiming your body and soul as mine, and mine only.”

Fuck.

You were all in.

Bucky circled his arms around your waist and brought you closer to his firm chest. Very delicately, he started leaving kisses on your exposed shoulder, making you purr in delight. His feather-light kisses made goosebumps erupt on your skin. You craned your neck to the side, giving his lips more space to continue their journey further up. A loud moan of satisfaction escaped you as he became rougher with it—licking and sucking on your tender sweet spot.

In a swift motion, he removed your little dress—leaving you in your pretty underwear. His hands started roaming all over your exposed body, paying close attention to all your curves with his fingers—hips, waist and breasts—especially your breasts. He palmed them in his grasp and pinched your nipple through the material of your bra, making you wince out at the slight pain.

While one of his hands palmed your breast, the other ran down your stomach and found its way into your panties, making you gasp once his expert fingers found your aching core. He ran his fingers through your slick folds, groaning deeply in your ear, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand.

“Fuck, baby, already so wet and messy for me, huh? Did that turn you on, princess? My little speech about fucking you and claiming you as mine while he watches all helpless?”

“U-uh, huh.”

You were revelling in the pleasure your twisted and loving husband provided you that there was no way to form any coherent words, let alone sentences. It made Bucky chuckle in a sinister way at how absolute speechless he could make you with such simple touches.

Then it all stopped—his touches and kisses. You whined out in protest and were starting to turn around to see what was going on, but he stopped you by grabbing your upper arms and turning you towards Roman again.

“Stay still, baby.”

Thankfully, his delicate touches returned to your skin. His fingers ran from your shoulder and down until they met the clasp of your bra—unclasping it with no difficulty. The bra straps ran down your arms and hit the floor with a soft thud. Your breasts fully exposed to the two men.

With Bucky’s hands caressing your waist, he descended to the floor behind you. His fingers hooked into your panties and pulled them down your legs. Now, you were fully exposed; your parts that Bucky was so protective and possessive over came to light.

He left a wet kiss on each of your ass cheeks before travelling the kisses upward your naked back—until he stood straight up and wrapped his hand around your throat again, making you yelp and pay full attention to the man tied to the chair. Bucky spoke loud again for him to hear as well.

“This here is all mine. My body—my tits, my ass, my pussy,” he groped your wet and naked core, making you gasp out, “Only I will get to touch and take all of her as I please. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“I-it’s yours, B-Bucky, I-I belong to y-you.”

He turned you around and pulled your naked body flush into his clothed one. His hand grasped the back of your neck and brought your lips to his—hungrily kissing you, tongues caressing one another as you moaned and groaned into the heated and needy kiss. His other hand took hold of your ass cheek—altering between squeezing hard and delivering slaps to the plump flesh, which made you whimper into his mouth each time he did.

While still keeping your lips connected, Bucky manoeuvred you to the foot of the bed and removed his jacket while you helped with unbuttoning his white shirt—tearing it off his muscular body.

You roamed your hands all over his hard chest and stomach, moaning as you felt every curve and dip of his delicious muscles. While you touched him, Bucky went to work on getting his pants off.

“Let me.”

You descended to your knees, finding a comfortable place on the marble floor, and helped him tug his pants and underwear down. A satisfied gasp slips from your mouth as his hard cock springs to life—slapping against his belly.

“This cock belongs to me, doesn't it, daddy?” You mutter as you take a firm grasp on his base, and kitten lick his tip while looking up at him.

Bucky chuckled at your possessive nature, licking his lips. You could be just as possessive over Bucky as he was over you, and he loved it. He belonged to you as much as you belonged to him.

“You know it does, baby,” his hand cradled your face, “all of me belongs to you, body and soul.”

You pushed him down to sit on the foot of the bed, his hands on the mattress keeping his weight up. His eyes were fixated on your kneeling form as you nestled between his spread legs. The palm of your hands caressed his thighs up and down as you stared at his entire cock—your mouth watering at how delicious it looked.

“I’m so hungry for your cock, daddy.”

“Yeah? You gonna show him what a little cock-whore you are, baby?”

“Yes,” a glob of your spit fell on him, making him groan as your hand jerked him and spread the saliva all over his length, “I’m a little cock-whore that wants your cock in my mouth.”

He twitched at your lewd words.

“Take all of me then.”

With his hand at the back of your head, he guided and encouraged you to take him whole. With no hesitation, you engulfed his length immediately—too cock-hungry to tease and toy with him until he begged for you. You desperately needed his length deep in your throat.

You gagged around him as he tickled the back of your throat. The vibrations made him shudder where he sat. With each hand cradling your face, he forced your head up and down on him, thrusting his hips upwards to meet your moves.

Tears pooled in your eyes, and saliva dribbled out of your mouth as he forced his way down your throat. It was so messy and erotic—sloppy sounds filled the room.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he concentrated on how your warm and wet mouth felt on his throbbing cock. Guttural groans rumbled in his throat.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby.”

He removed you from him, which made you whine in protest—missing the feel of him choking you with it. Your hand wrapped around him and jerked his length in long strokes as you presented your tongue—showing him how absolute needy you were for his cock shoved deep in your cavity.

With his fingers holding your jaw, he leaned down till he was level with your face and gifted you a glob of his spit on your awaiting tongue. “Fucking whore, you know that?” You nod your head. The degrading action and words had your pussy flutter. You rolled your tongue into your mouth and leaned down to retake him, bobbing your head while Bucky supported his weight on his hands, allowing you to take control of his cock as he sat and enjoyed the lewd performance.

“I bet you’re fucking jealous now.” Bucky sneered at Roman as the corner of his mouth turned up in a sinister smirk.

Your hand accompanied your mouth—stroking his base while your mouth paid attention to his sensitive head—finding a perfect rhythm to bring Bucky over the edge. The other hand cupped his balls to fondle them.

“Look at me….”

You peered up at him through your thick lashes while you had your mouth and hands full of his cock and balls. Drool and tears covering all of you.

“...fucking shit, doll, you’re gonna make me come.” A few seconds later, he grunted as he reached his climax. His hand gripping your shoulder hard to brace himself.

Watching his face contour in pure pleasure, moaning, groaning and grunting while his thick load shoots down your throat must be one of the most pornographic scenes you’d ever witnessed. Your pussy fluttered at the sight and vocalisation of him—slickness running down your inner thighs.

Holy fucking shit.

You worked him thoroughly through his intense orgasm to make him feel as good as possible. Not letting a single drop of him go to waste—all of it trickled down your throat.

Once he had come down from his high, you pulled him out from your mouth, making his head leave with a pop. Bucky hisses as his sensitive cock is freed from your expert hold.

You were a mess—drool covering your face, hands and tits, but to Bucky, it was the most stunning you’d ever looked.

“Oh, baby. So beautiful and messy for me.”

With his hand holding your throat, he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss which you whimpered into.

“Get on the bed.”

All giddy, you switched places with him. Your elbows supported your weight as you spread your legs for him, showing him your glistening and needy pussy.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

“Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?”

Bucky tugged your legs, pulling you further towards him—till your ass was right by the edge of your bed.

“Not yet, babydoll. I need to taste that pussy first.”

He finds a comfortable place on his knees between your spread legs so he can go to work in worshipping all of you, like the Goddess you are. His face is inches from where you so desperately need him, feeling his breath on you, making your pussy ache for him. You arch into his face, your hand running over his short hair, begging for him to taste you, touch you, do anything to you. To eat you out until he shatters your existence.

“Please, Bucky,” you pathetically plead.

“You want it, baby?”

The tip of his tongue flickers your nub. That simple touch has your whole body convulse on the bed and a soft whimper escaping you.

God, you were so needy.

“P-please.”

“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, princess,” he laid a simple kiss on your wet folds, making you convulse once more, “but first, I need to clean up this mess you’ve made, baby.” He was referring to the slickness that had spilt from you, running down your inner thighs.

While his hands caressed the side of your waist, making delicious tingles erupt on your skin, he went to work on cleaning you up with his tongue—licking up the mess you’ve made, moaning at your taste. “Your taste is outstanding, baby.” Your whimper in pain and pleasure as he nips the skin of your inner thigh with his teeth—his tongue soothing the sting after.

“You have the prettiest pussy; you know that, baby? I’m so lucky that I’m the only man who will ever get to see it, to taste it,” he licks your outer lips, which has you arch into him for more, “and to fuck this needy little cunt.”

Finally, he places his mouth where you desperately need it to be. He drags his broad tongue through your folds and flicks the tip of it on your clit. The action has you arch your back, and your eyes flutter shut.

“O-oh…”

A glob of his saliva hits your clit, trickling down your folds. He groans as he watches his mess mix with your own—making your pussy look like the most delicious five-star meal he’s ever seen.

“Look at him, baby. Look at him while I eat your pussy.”

You turned your head to look at the man bound in his chair. It’s fucked up to admit it, but it turned you on to have Bucky between your thighs while a beaten-down man watched. You could see him shaking in his chair, shock overloading his system while his bloodied face pleaded for mercy—for his hurt and misery to end.

Fuck, this was hot.

You moaned loudly as Bucky went to work on devouring your pussy like a starved man that hasn’t had a decent meal in forever. He drags his tongue through your slit multiple times to get all of your flavours. His groan against your pussy at the taste has you quiver on the mattress and a loud cry emitting from you.

He lewdly spits on your pussy to claim ownership over it before his lips wrap around your raw nub—altering between sucking and licking the sensitive nerve. You try to keep your focus on Roman, but your eyes flutter at the pleasure, your mind and vision becoming blurry.

Two fingers penetrate your velvet walls, stretching you out and reaching knuckle deep, making you wail out. Their tips brush against the spot that has you absolutely lose it, making you writhe on the bed. The other works your breast—palming the supple flesh in his grasp, pinching and pulling on your sensitive nipple. You're nothing but cries of pleasure—moaning, groaning and whimpering as Bucky works you to perfection.

You feel kind of embarrassed at how noisy and pathetic you sound, so you bite your bottom lip hard to try and keep yourself down. Bucky didn’t like that at all.

“No, no,” he releases your clit from his hold, “let him hear. Let him hear all your pretty noises, baby.”

He quickly returned his assaults on your swollen clit that throbbed in need. His fingers moved in and out of you at an expert pace, and his other hand worked your breast.

Upon his wishes, you let your cries of satisfaction flow freely—filling up the bedroom. Your breathing hitched in your throat as the buildup was nearing its breaking point, so close to shattering your whole existence—body and soul.

Both your hands are placed at the back of his head, keeping him there so that he cannot move away and deny you your pleasure under no circumstances. Your hips rock into his vicious mouth as you chase your orgasm—it’s right there, so close.

“Bucky,” you cry as you come hard, your toes curling and your whole body convulsing on the bed. You try keeping your gaze on Roman as the coil in your stomach snaps, but your eyes cross. The surge of intense pleasure on your mind and body is almost indescribable—you’ve never come so hard in your entire life. As stars blur your vision, you feel like you're floating on a cloud.

Bucky groans as he works through your orgasm, your clit throbbing in his mouth and your tight walls fluttering around his digits. He’s in awe as he watches you fall apart like you’ve never done before, and he doesn't stop pleasuring you until you are all but satisfied.

You sob from sensitivity as his mouth and fingers leave your used and abused pussy. You’re a panting and heaving mess as you try and come back to your senses.

“You have no idea how sexy and breathtaking you are when you come like that, baby,” he says before kissing your mound, making you twitch. He proceeds with his kisses up your stomach and gives each of your nipples a lick; each touch has you spasm on the bed at how overly sensitive your whole body feels. He comes to face you—gently laying a kiss on your lips so you can taste yourself.

“I really fucked you up, didn’t I? I’m the only one that can make you come like that, huh?”

All you can do is nod while babbling unfinished words as you still haven’t recovered from your high.

Bucky chuckled at your distant and fucked out state.

“I’ll fuck you up some more, doll. He’s gonna watch as I absolutely wreck you.”

He pulls you further up the bed until you’re both in the middle of it.

With his hard cock in hand, he taps the head on your swollen clit, making you twitch and sob; a weak no falls from your lips as you place your hand on his hip to try and push him off.

You can’t. You’re so overly sensitive that it hurts. You can’t take anymore. But Bucky didn’t seem to give a fuck. He wasn’t done with you.

“I-I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby.” He speaks through gritted teeth.

He takes your hand off him and pins it down on the mattress.

Again he taps your clit, pulling out the same reaction from you as before. He glides his leaking tip through your wet folds. Gradually, his cock gliding on your tingling nub feels fucking incredible, and you’re ready for him to wreck you with his length.

“Please, daddy, fuck me.”

He groaned out at your neediness for him and lined his tip with your quivering entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he penetrates your tight velvet walls with his cock, making you whimper at the slight ache. His hands grasp the back of your thighs as he forces his way inside you, guttural groans rumbling in his throat as your warm and tight walls engulf him. The last bit of him he forcefully pushes inside you, slamming into your pelvis, making you sob a cry, and your eyes roll back—showing white. The feeling of fullness has you blabbering pleas for him to destroy and fuck you senseless.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

His voice is so deep and husky, making your walls flutter around his length, pulling out a heavy moan from him.

“I’ll fuck you so good, doll.”

He pulls out and then forces himself hard into you again, making you jolt and cry on the mattress. He does it a few times, being rough and abusive with it, before he starts fucking your tightness in deep and powerful strokes, slapping his skin against yours.

He hoists your legs on his shoulder, pinning them against his front, as he thrusts into you, his tip brushing your sweet spot each time he reaches deep inside you. You’re nothing but a moaning, whimpering mess as you take it all. Your hands grip the sheets to brace yourself, your eyes cross as he fucks you into oblivion, and your breasts bounce with each abusive thrust he delivers.

“My pussy. Mine, mine, mine, mine,” he grunts between each hard thrust, watching his length disappear through your walls.

There's nothing on your brain other than his cock—nothing but earth-shattering pleasure that it's giving.

You convey that you want him closer with grabby hands as you’re entirely speechless with how he’s fucking you.

Answering your pleas, he drops your legs on each side before lowering his body till his naked chest meets yours, holding his weight up so he won’t completely crush your sensitive body. His forehead rests on yours as his warm breath hits your face.

“So needy for my cock, huh? So needy for all of me?”

You can only let out a sound of approval.

“Good fucking girl.”

With the rolls of his hips, he manages to reach even deeper inside you, making you wail in pleasure. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, clinging to him with your weak strength. The buildup was fast due to your last orgasm, and you were ready to explode with pleasure once more.

“I-I-I’m go….”

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence, making Bucky chuckle at how good he was fucking your brains.

“You gonna come, baby?”

“U-uh, huh.”

“Look at him, baby,” with his fingers on your jaw; he turned your head to look at Roman, “look at him as you cream and make a mess all over my cock, you fucking whore. Look at him while I stuff your little cunt.”

You try to keep your focus on him, but it was near impossible with the way Bucky was fucking you, clouding your every sense.

A few more brutal thrusts, and you come hard, toes curling, almost blacking out at the intensity. Silent noises escape your open mouth, and your eyes roll as you explode around his cock—your walls viciously pulsating around his length and making a mess all over him. Tears streamed down your face as it became too much, too hard, but you wanted more; you wanted his cum to fill you so badly, so you pulled him in tighter with your weak legs, wanting him to spill his warm seed inside you.

With a heavy grunt, he spurts ropes after ropes of his cum inside you, decorating your walls. His hips snapped rapidly against you as he filled you up to the brim, emptying himself entirely and not stopping until you were both fucked out and satisfied.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl taking all of me.”

He stilled inside once he was done, making a breath of relief and satisfaction escape you, and a deep groan came from him at the aftershocks. He peppers kisses on your clammy neck and collarbone, whispering sweet praises and affirmation after being so dominant and rough with you. You hold him close, nuzzling your face into his short hair as you hum and sigh in contentment at being stuffed full of his cum.

A whimper falls from you as his body leaves yours, leaving you cold, followed by a sob as his cock leaves your used and abused hole, leaving you unfulfilled.

“Look at that, baby,” Bucky was fascinated with his cum trickling out of your quivering hole, ”such a pretty sight.” He collected all of the cum with his tip and pushed himself hard into you again, making you squeal. After giving you a few more strokes, he pulled out, making the cum flow out once more. He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, followed by some words that made your breath hitch.

“Stay still, baby. I need to show him.”

He what?

You were still and spread out like he requested, your body too sensitive and sore to move anyways. With hooded eyes, you watch Bucky’s naked behind as he walks away from you and over to the man bound tight in the corner.

Bucky removes the gag from Roman’s mouth, and you can hear him coughing blood and saliva as his voice is freed. He tries to say something, but it comes out as a gurgling sound.

“Did you really fucking think I would let you go unpunished from my club, you fucking filth?”

Bucky’s fist connects with Roman’s bloodied and bruised face—the noise of skin punching skin and the crackling of Roman’s teeth at the force of it is the most uncomfortable sound you’ve ever heard. You shut your eyes tight as Bucky hits him again, and then a last time.

“Did you really fucking think I would let you speak about my wife like that without me having your head for it?”

You still didn’t know what Roman had said to Bucky in the club, but it was obviously triggering. So Bucky had gone to this extent in showing him, and others for that matter, what happens when someone spoke about his possessions.

Bucky removed his restraints and pulled Roman by his hair over to you on the bed—propping him up so he rested on his knees, his bruised face close to your pussy.

You were lost for words at what was happening, at what Bucky was doing. You just closed your eyes tight and hoped that whatever was going to happen would be over soon.

“Look at that, huh. Look at it. Isn’t it so fucking beautiful?”

Bucky was referring to his cum seeping out of your quivering hole—making a beautiful mess.

Roman looked with hooded eyes and tried to say something, but his words came out strained and unclear.

“Fucking LOOK AT IT!”

Bucky yelled in his face. It startled you and made tears roll down your cheek. This feels so degrading… but my God, also so fucking hot at the same time—to have someone being forced to look at your most intimate part that’s just been used and abused and stuffed full of cum.

Roman looks with wide eyes now, well, one at least; the other one is too bruised to open fully. He makes a painful noise as Bucky pulls his head up by his hair.

“This is mine. My pussy,” Bucky spreads your lips, “this is my girl, my fucking wife, and that’s my fucking cum that’s claimed her. You will never ever get to touch her. Touch what rightfully belongs to me. How dare you come into my club and use your filthy disgusting words on my wife, especially after betraying me like that, you worthless piece of shit.”

Bucky tosses him to the ground, his body hitting the hard floor in a loud thud while he groans in pain.

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky spat at him.

Bucky retrieves his phone from his jacket, and you hear his thumbs moving across the keyboard—typing a message. You’re unsure what’s happening and too tired and slightly traumatised to ask questions.

A few seconds later, there’s a knock on the bedroom door, and Bucky stands with his back, all tall and broad, to you, blocking your body so whoever is on the other end can’t see you fully exposed. Bucky doesn’t care about his own nudity in the slightest.

Whoever entered the room didn’t say anything, but you could hear them come closer and stop by Roman, waiting for Bucky to give them instructions.

“Dispose of him,” Bucky utters in a deep and sinister voice.

“Yes, Sir.”

You hear Roman getting pulled away, never to be seen again, and then a door closes, leaving only you and Bucky in your bedroom.

“Baby.”

His sweet and caring voice was back; his protective and warm touches were back—your loving husband. He cleans you off with his shirt and then cradles your body, making you sit on his lap as he wraps his tender, soft arms around your frame. You nuzzle your face into his sweaty neck, a tired sigh leaving you as his fingers run delicately on your clammy skin, soothing your aching flesh and lulling you to sleep.

“Are you ok, doll?” He takes your tired face in his hands, making you look at his concerned one, searching yours for any sign of stress or discomfort. “Was that too much? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, doll, you had to see that, to hear that. That I had to put you through that.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say at what just unfolded—too tired and sore to process the whole event properly, but you were ok, for now. You were just happy to finally have your husband to yourself after such a pleasurable and vicious evening. All you wanted now was to fall asleep in his protective embrace.

All worries and questions about tonight could wait until the morning.

“I-I’m o-ok, James, just tired,” you yawn.

“Oh, baby…”

He scoots you up the bed—until you both rest your heads on the fluffy pillows, facing each other.

“... come here.”

You make yourself small and vulnerable as you nuzzle and cling to the embrace of your vicious lover and protector—his arms and legs holding you close. A content sigh breathes through you as your head tucks into his chest; listening to the calming beats of his heart—this was your home, where you wanted to be forever; despite Bucky’s brutal nature at times, you never ever wanted to leave his side.

Bucky’s murderous hands treat your skin like it's the most delicate thing in the world—softly stroking your back, making you shudder and purr in delight. Sweet words of affirmation are whispered against your hair, followed by a hum of a pleasant tune that slowly lulls you to sleep.

The last thing you hear are words that solidify your love and trust for your husband.

“You’re mine, mine only, my everything, and I love you beyond words, my sweet love….”

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summary | when bucky brings his new baby girl in for a check-up, steve does everything he can to make the worst part of the exam more enjoyable.

pairing | soft!dark!doctor!steve rogers x bucky’s little!reader

warnings | dubcon? (reader is crying, scared, disoriented), dark!steve (though he’s so so soft <3), ddlg (daddy!bucky - not present, little!reader), medfet elements (rectal thermometer, lube, gloves, exam table, depictions of medical setting and procedures), anal play, crying, fingering, forced (?) orgasm, squirting, tiniest bit of overstim, praise, little bit of soft humiliation maybe?, past-tense third-person bc why tf not

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an | alright fellow whores, this one hasn’t been on my list for too long but the idea’s been living in my head rent-free since it popped up in my brain so i just had to do it lol. hope you all love soft!dark!doctor!steve here just as much as i do <3

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With her bare bottom spread wide open to brave the chilly air of the exam room, held in place by the firm triangular cushion propped up below her lower belly, all poor y/n could do was whimper in humiliation, the sound muffled by the nub of the baby blue paci stuffed between her lips.

“It’s alright, y/n,” the kind man murmured beside her as he stood at his metal bedside cart, preparing the necessary equipment for the procedure he was about to perform. “Promise I’ll be nice and gentle, sweetheart. Know that’s such a strange place to be probed in, but we’ll go real slow and steady; nothing’s gonna hurt.”

Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down carefully as the muscles of his forearms bulged against the fabric, Steve grabbed a pair of nitrile exam gloves from a box beside the sink, snapping them onto one hand, then the other. Trying to keep her eyes free of tears, y/n winced at the sound, the doctor quick to notice her frightened response. “Shhh, you’re okay, doll,” he hummed, picking up the medical-grade rectal thermometer by the squared base as well as the unopened packet of lubricating jelly and a lined gauze napkin before turning back to the exam table, stationing himself at the foot it where the girl was so vulnerably positioned.

“Being so good for me, darlin’. Your daddy’s gonna be so proud of you when we’re all done, gonna tell him all about how brave you were for me,” Steve soothed as he rubbed a gentle gloved hand over the poor thing’s quivering ass. Y/n sniffled, her bottom lip trembling horribly against her paci as she did her best not to squirm. She wanted to be good for the doctor; she really did, but nothing had ever been put in her bottom before, and what made the situation even worse was that Bucky, her daddy, hadn’t been allowed back in the exam room with her to hold her hand through the experience.

“Just putting this here to catch anything that might drip,” the doctor explained as he laid down the napkin on top of the flimsy exam-table paper. “Now we’re putting some jelly on here so the tip will slide in nice and smoothly,” he continued as he tore open the white packet, applying the clear goo generously to the cool metal tip of the instrument. Turning his attention to the girl’s puckered opening, Steve saw that the poor thing’s rosebud was quite literally trembling; softening his voice, he cooed, “Alright, sweetheart. Gonna be a little bit cold, but it shouldn’t hurt. Take a deep breath in for me, y/n. That’s it-”

A strained whine sounded from y/n as the man began easing the tool into her virgin hole. “Shh-shh shh, it’s okay- oh sweetheart,” Steve frowned as his patient began to sob softly into her arm, “doing so well, doll, being so brave- here, this should help with the burning.” As he continued to coax the length of the thermometer in, his other gloved hand found the little girl’s slit; unsurprisingly, a coat of slick had formed between the folds of flesh. Dragging his fingers up, the doctor found her clit, gently beginning to rub the sensitive bud with his thumb while he pressed a finger against her leaking opening, relieved to hear a soft moan escaping her as he began filling her with his digit.

“That’s it, good girl,” Steve hummed lowly as he managed to insert the rest of the instrument into her bottom with ease, continuing to massage along her inner walls with his finger while working tender circles over her bundle of nerves with his thumb. “Now we’ll just let it read- don’t worry, little one. I’ll keep you busy down here ‘til it’s done,” he promised, tapping against the girl’s clit as she ground her hips down slightly against his hand, causing the blonde-haired man to smile. “That’s it, y/n. It’s alright, know that must feel so good. Just let the doctor take care of you, hmm?” he hummed as he worked a second finger into her squelching heat, her arousal dripping down onto the gauze below her as she groaned softly, struggling to keep her eyes open.

Nursing at her pacifier needily in an attempt to soften her pathetic whimpers and moans, y/n could barely keep her head propped up against her arm, a tingling knot beginning to form in her lower belly as the doctor worked her body with ease, his masterful touch unsurprising given his line of work. “P-please doctor,” the squirming girl begged as she shook her head anxiously, her toes curling in anticipation as she felt her climax building inside of her before she could even think to stop it.

“That’s a good girl; it’s okay, you can go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart. There it is, just like that- good,” Steve crooned in praise as the little girl clamped down forcefully against his fingers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her orgasm gushed out against the doctor’s hand, every inch of her body contracting in pure bliss. “There you go, good girl,” the man continued to murmur as her contractions started to die down, her pussy throbbing from the powerful high.

Just as y/n was beginning to regain her breath, a quiet beep sounded from behind her, signalling the reading was over. “Just in time,” Steve smiled, circling over her clit a few more times as he eased the metal rod out, causing the poor thing to whimper from the overstimulation. “Sorry, doll. You must be sensitive after all that, hmm?” the man apologized, his eyes scanning the window of the device before revealing, “Well, everything looks just fine here. Now, why don’t we get you all cleaned up, and then we can go find your daddy in the lobby. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to hear how good his little girl was today.”

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Y/N Rogers got the healthier genes compared to her twin brother, Steve. But they both got an equal amount of stupidness and stubbornness. Due to this, she ends up helping in World War Two and waking up in 2008. Without anyone she knows. Y/N has to learn to survive in a different century while working with SHIELD. How will she survive in a different time without anyone she loves? Or will she find someone, but can’t figure out if they’re truly meant to be?

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Your body was overheated but you couldn’t move. It felt as if you were trapped between two man-sized lumps of hot coal and if it wasn’t for Bucky’s vibranium arm giving you some reprieve you would have surely melted. You couldn't wait for winter to return and enjoy their need to pin you between their bodies but these summer nights were far too hot for it.

Your squirming woke Bucky first, his arm tightening slightly around your waist and pulling your back closer to his chest as his gravelly voice whispered in your ear. “It’s too early, doll, go back to sleep.”

Sensing your body had moved away from his, Steve shuffled closer and now you were even hotter than before. In a last ditch attempt to cool down you hooked your leg over Steve’s hip and tried to reach out with your foot for the cool air at the edge of the blanket. Steve sighed as he felt your naked body pressing against his and his cock woke up before he did.

“Good morning, angel.” He murmured as his hands roamed up your thigh to rest next to Bucky’s arm across your hip.

The heat burning through your body was now for an entirely different reason and you felt Steve’s hips moving as his blunt head teased between your legs. A soft moan filled the air and you felt Bucky’s cock growing hard behind you at the sound, their tips meeting together at your pussy lips.

“Good morning indeed.” You purred as you rolled your hips, your slick folds teasing over both their cocks and they moaned as your moisture rolled down their shafts.

You knew Bucky was tired and he had only arrived home from his mission a few hours ago but his body betrayed his need for sleep with a stronger need for your body. It was an almost unspoken rule that had come about and you gasped as his head pushed through your folds first and he kissed your neck as he came to a stop deep inside you. Steve lifted your leg higher and you were lucky he had stretched you nice and good last night or you could not have taken them both this morning.

“Breathe, babygirl, you take us both so well.” Steve encouraged as his head breached your entrance and he slowly pumped his hips so each time his cock slipped in a little more.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned as your eyes shut and your walls struggled to fit both of their thick shafts.

Bucky’s fingers teased your nipples as he held you still against him and let Steve fuck into you. You could tell when Steve’s cock hit his just right as Bucky’s breath would hit your neck as he exhaled deeply and his chest would shudder behind you. “Feels so good, god. This is why I came home.”

His voice was still laden with sleep but the deep tone all quiet in your ear left your pussy clenching and both of your men moaned as you tightened around them. Steve was spurred into action as he revelled in how both you and Bucky responded to him, he pushed your legs wider as he shoved his leg between yours and he hooked his heel over Bucky’s thigh. Using Bucky as an anchor he slammed himself into you, knocking the breath from your lungs as your nails raked down his back in ecstasy.

“Oh god, yes, I’m so fucking full…I’m gonna-” You gasped as Bucky sucked hard on your neck and Steve stole your cries with a kiss.

Steve could hardly move as your pussy clamped around them and your legs trembled. Your body threatened to pull away from them as your pleasure mounted but Bucky’s arm tightened its hold and kept you firmly in place as he let your body milk him, Steve’s satisfied moans joining him as their cocks pulsed against each other and they filled you to the brim with their cum.

Your pussy ached so good as Steve gently pulled himself out and collapsed on his back, his chest puffing, and your lips pouted as Bucky followed him, leaving you empty. Warmth leaked out of your swollen cunt and you caught Steve’s proud smile as he watched their cum running over your leg, the heady smell of sex filled the air. He couldn’t resist pulling you into his arms at the sight of you, looking so sexy and satiated.

Bucky’s hand slipped from your hip as you curled into Steve’s side and you looked back wondering why he hadn’t followed but found his eyes closed and lips parted, a soft snore escaping. He must have been tired to miss out on post bliss snuggles but you let him be and just watched Steve’s contented face relax before your eyes.

“Shower or bath?” Steve offered as he drew invisible pictures across your back.

Bucky always joined you for baths and you didn’t want him to miss out because he needed his rest. “Shower. We can bathe together later.”

Steve’s eyes flickered to his friend and his lips tipped up as the thought. “Good idea, angel.”

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Cheating?

Pregnant

Discovered

Party

Enemies to lovers 

Risky

Crush Osterfield!Reader

Cheater 1 - 2

Danger 

Series

Lost phone

Lost Phone 2  [smut]

Calum Hood

Bad decision

Bad decision  2

Never  [smut]

Kinky  [smut]

Sexting  [smut]

Aron Piper

Mi amor  [smut]

Exes  [smut]

From Italy to Spain

Besties

Videogames  [smut]

Set

Seaside  [smut]

Paparazzi

Period

Late night fight

Victoria’s Secret  [smut]

Addicted

Fight

Elite

Valerio

Jealous Valerio

Cupid

Samuel

Study session

Polo and Christian

Poly!Love

Caliban

Only human

Only human 2  [smut]

Hell on earth

Dolan Twins

Wrong Twin [Ethan]  [smut]

Sebastian Stan

Set

Bathtub  [smut]

Party love

Prompts

Why do we keep hurting each other?

Gotta be quick  [smut]

Friends with benefits

Come here, I wanna make sweet love to you  [smut]

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Angry  [smut]

Sex with JJ Headcanon  [smut]

Hot tub *smut*

Big mouth  [smut]

First time Headcanon  [smut]

Baby JJ and John B Headcanon

Love with JJ Headcanon  [smut]

Edging  [smut]

Threesome + Kie  [smut]

Gun

Riding  [smut]

Heartbreaker 1 - 2

Smut Concepts

Fuck, marry, kill

JJ first time

Period sex

 John B finding his best friend and sister together

Praise kink

Popsicle

Riding JJ

Ass man

Bruises

Strip poker

Thigh riding

Bilingual

Sneaking in

Dirty talk

Leaving [not smut]

Caught

Shower sex

High ride

Lips obessession

Jealous John B [not smut]

Act my age [not smut]

Threesome + Rafe

Squirting + Rafe

Drugs [not smut]

Sextape

Shower Headcanon

Under the table

Kinky sex

Anal

No condom

Cockwarming

Teasing [not smut]

Hot tub

Wet dreams

Spanking

Teasing hc

Caught

Dry humping

Holding hands [not smut]

Cooking [not smut]

Rudy Pankow

Introducing you to the cast headcanon

Boyfriend type Headcanon

Love triangle  [smut]

Kinky  [smut]

Sex Playlist  [smut]

Threesome + Drew  [smut]

Concepts

No condom  [smut]

Faking it

Thigh riding  [smut]

Touchy-feely

Tops  [smut]

JJ?  [smut]

Club

Quarantine  [smut]

Soccer  [smut]

On set  [smut]

Rafe Cameron

Midsummer  [smut]

Concepts

Arguments

Overstimulation  [smut]

Friends

Threesome + JJ  [smut]

Squirting + JJ  [smut]

Almost dom!reader  [smut]

Plus Size!Reader Headcanon

Knife  [smut]

Fight [smut]

Rough Cockwarming [smut]

Sweet Cockwarming [smut]

Spanking  [smut]

Rafe Cameron?! 

Drew Starkey

Choking  [smut]

Caught  [smut]

Soft!Drew Headcanon

Introducing you to the cast headcanon

Boyfriend type Headcanon

Love triangle  [smut]

July

Threesome + Rudy [smut]

Teasing  [smut]

Concepts

Presentations

Period

Foursome  [smut]

Riding  [smut]

Daddy!Drew with his kid

Sex proposal  [smut]

Pregnant

Short!Reader

Stressed

Woods  [smut]

Break the bed [smut]

Bottoms

Sex Toy  [smut]

Call  [smut]

Angry  [smut]

Pic  [smut]

Gag  [smut]

Eating out  [smut]

Vinnie Hacker

Spit  [smut]

Scared  [smut]

Pretty

Because of you - 2  [smut]

Such a tease  [smut]

Streaming  [smut]

Eyeliner

Jealousy

New Year’s Eve

What we used to be + Zarbruh  [smut]

Angel & Demon

Turn On Headcanon

Heartless  [smut]

Hoodie

Wrong name

NNN  [smut]

Thigh Riding  [smut]

Overstimulation  [smut]

Pranked

Trust issues  [smut]

Party + Zarbruh  [smut]

Choking kink

Hot Tub  [smut]

Dating Headcanon  [smut]

Cockwarming  [smut]

Smut blurb

Facesitting  [smut]

Rating things my bf told me during sex  [smut]

Drive home  [smut]

Blowjob  [smut]

Party girl  [smut]

Out of love

Breeding kink  [smut]

From the back  [smut]

White sweats  [smut]

Teach me - 2 - 3 - 4  [smut]

Not together  [smut]

Submissive  [smut]

Why’d you only call me when you’re high?  [smut]

Maria Hacker

Jordan’s sister - 2  [smut]

Maddy’s best friend headcanon

Losing myself for you  [smut]

Praise her  [smut]

Cockwarming streaming  [smut]

Road head  [smut]

Among us  [smut]

Liar?

Nsfw Alphabet  [smut]

Outside  [smut]

Dear y/n

Mornings like this  [smut]

Confident

On your knees  [smut]

I like you

Misbehaved  [smut]

Truth or dare  [smut]

At the same time  [smut]

Roommates  [smut]

Bad timing  [smut]

Not enough  [smut]

Crushes  [smut]

Make you cry  [smut]

Paid 

Talking Stage

Aaron Hull

Cockwarming headcanon  [smut]

Horny hceadcanon  [smut]

Brother’s best boyfriend

Smoke session headcanon  [smut]

Rating my boyfriend for the day

Nsfw alphabet  [smut]

Troy Zarba

Brat  [smut]

Rating my bf for the day  [smut]

Skate lessons

Handjob Headcanon  [smut]

Pete Davidson

 Lazy day  [smut]

On the phone  [smut]

Boyfriend

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader, Lloyd Hansen x reader (Mafia AU)

Word Count: 1,222

Summary: You’re at the club with Ari while he’s taking care of some business and you get an unexpected visitor. 

Author’s Note: So I’ve been listening to Dove Cameron’s song ‘Boyfriend’ a lot lately and this idea sort of just formed in my mind. I’ve used the lyrics for some of the dialogue and the mood of the song as well. Listen here. Thank you to my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for letting me yell my thots are her for this and helping me formulate a more solid plan. I may do more for these two because we talked about something else that I would like to include. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics thanks so much🥰

PS Here is PART 2 for this story- either can be read alone but just in case: Angel and Demons

Warnings: softness and fluff mixed in with teasing and tension and talk of violence, gun usage and, implied smut sort of (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

You’re snuggled against Ari’s chest, his arm securely wrapped around you and his hand resting along your bare thigh, caressing the soft skin as your fingers mindlessly comb through the hair that peeks out from the open buttons of his shirt.

Safe and comfortable in his lap you nuzzle his neck while he talks business with two men whose names you’ve already forgotten.

He shifts and pulls you closer, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your face to his.

“I have to close this deal angel. I’ll be as quick as I can,” he promises.

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Caught and Captured Pt. 2

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Round two commences between the three lovers, and all Y/N wants is to sit back and watch her two super soldiers go at it.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+! SMUT! Unprotected sex. Anal. Anal fingering. Female masturbation. Cursing. 

Characters: Stucky x Reader

Part 1

You’re all tangled up in the sheets and each other, you on your back, Bucky on his front with his head on your belly, and Steve laid over his back, both of them caressing every inch of you that they can reach.

“Y/N, your room is now our room. Your bed is so fucking comfy.” Bucky says. Both you and Steve let out a string of laughs and giggles as the brunette moves in to press little butterfly kisses to your belly.

“I second that. I feel like your room is nicer than mine.” Steve adds, running his hand over the bare skin of Bucky’s back, while your fingers play with the brunette hair that is splayed across your lower torso.

“No, Stevie. My room is literally the exact same as yours. You just didn’t paint yours or decorate it. I’d be more than happy to decorate your rooms for you, but then I’d run the risk of you guys always staying in your own rooms and never staying with me.” You say with a smile, your heart thrumming in your chest as Steve presses his lips to Bucky’s shoulder.

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Come back to me - Masterpost

Relationship: Chris Evans X Female!Reader

Rating: E (Minors, I wouldn’t recommend this to you but I can’t really stop you, can I?)

Alternate Universe: Military, Marines Captain Chris, Modern

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Series Warnings: unprotected intercourse, mentions of death, sadness, PTSS, pregnancy, depression, use of guns, torture, violence…

Summary: Marines Captain!Chris Evans x wife!reader. where he gets captured during a classified mission, and is presumed dead. Reader is devastated but she has to endure for their unborn daughter. Almost 3 years later Chris escapes, he’s found passed out in the desert. But he’s scared to go back home, back to her, he has a severe case of ptss, the torture scars to prove it and he doesn’t want to hurt her, she’s better off without him.

1. Chapter 1 

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

I suck at summaries. What can I say? I hope you guys enjoy this fic, feedback is more than welcomed. AKA please talk to me.