Still In Love

Sebastian Stan as Hal Carter on the Broadway Play of ‘Picnic’

LOVE AND FIGHT

Pairing: JJ x Reader x Rafe

Synopsis: Imagine you’re Toppers sister who is having a secret relationship with JJ, but dating Rafe Cameron. Midsummer is when things take a turn!

Warnings: Swearing, slight abuse, hitting, name calling. Fluff!!

Request: Requested by @rochyu thanks for the great idea!

“JJ, I gotta go,” you giggle as he presses kisses down your neck. He hums against your skin and you close your eyes loving the feeling of his lips on you. “JJ,” you say more in a sigh.

“C’mon (Y/N) just a little longer,” he tells you pulling you closer to him by your hips.

“I told Sarah I would get ready with her,” you mumble as he kisses your lips again.

“So... you have hours,” he shrugs moving his hands up your shirt.

“An hour, not hours,” you laugh. “Plus... I’ll see you there tonight,” you add.

“You’re still gonna ditch after an hour?” He asks and you nod. “Really?”

“Yes, I promise,” you kiss his lips lightly about to pull away but he keeps you close and you laugh. “JJ!” You push him back.

“I can’t get enough of you baby,” he says and that makes you smile.

“I know, I know,” you blush. “But I’ll see you later, and we can be inseparable by then,” you tell him.

Tonight was the night you planned to break up with Rafe. He wasn’t for you, you were only dating him because both your guys’ parents want it. But you loved JJ, and you wanted to get away from coke head Rafe.

“Fine,” he groans pulling you into a hug and it warms you. “I’ll come along and rescue you later Kay?” He chuckles.

“Please do,” you nod.

Kie would be there tonight, so you were lucky enough to have her other than all the uptight bitches there. Besides Sarah... she was cool.

“Okay, bye. Love you,” you grin.

“Love you,” he replies with a smile. You turn to leave and you felt JJ plant a smack on your ass and you turn swatting him away and he just smirks.

“Bye!” You says again jogging over to your car.

You get to the Cameron’s place with your dress and you noticed your brother Toppers car here, unfortunately he was good friends with Rafe and Sarah is his ex. You get out of your car and grab your dress that was covered in a bag and you head into the house.

“Sarah?” You call when you walk in. Instead of Sarah Rafe shows up around the corner.

“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?” He asks with a grin walking over to you. His slicked back hair and polo, aka his regular attire didn’t faze you. Although when you saw JJ in his cargo-shorts and muscle tee... it automatically made you wet.

“I’m getting ready with Sarah, remember,” you point to the dress and he leans in placing a kiss on your lips, his breath tasting minty. So different from JJ’s beer and mint mix.

“Right,” he nods. “Did you smoke weed?” He steps back giving you a confused look.

“What?” You ask. “No,” you shake your head. A bit of panic creeps in, it was probably because of JJ.

“Hmm,” he shrugs. “What’re you wearing tonight? Something nice for me?” He smirks and it kind of made you sick.

“Just a dress,” you say. You were trying to distance yourself from him, so it would be easy for you to end it. He gives you a look.

“Can I see it?” He asks reaching out.

“No, you’ll see it tonight,” you remark.

“Special occasion?” He asks smirking again and you hold the eye roll back.

“Rafe, c’mon dude,” Topper walks in and sees you. “Oh hey (Y/N),” he says. “Getting ready with Sarah?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Is she upstairs?” I ask my boyfriend and brother.

“Yeah, in her room,” Rafe nods.

“Okay, see you guys later,” you put on a small fake grin.

“See you tonight baby,” Rafe leans in kissing you again, but you cut it short and pretty much run upstairs.

“Sarah!” You call heading down the hall and to her room. You walk in and she was singing to music while doing her makeup. She sees you through her vanity mirror and grins.

“There you are! I was waiting,” she says and waves you in. You put your dress on the bed. “Where were you?”

“Just caught up,” you shrug and she nods.

“I still haven’t seen your dress!! I’m excited to see it,” she grins at me through the mirror and you nod.

........

“Good?” You ask Sarah while you look at yourself through the full body mirror. You were wearing a long silk and lace type of dress. It was cream coloured and pretty nice.

“So pretty!” She nods. “It fits your figure so good!” She tells you.

“Cool,” you nod. You kept your hair down and wavy, with some light makeup. All you could think about is if JJ would think you look good. Although he tells you everyday all day, even at your worst. “You look really pretty too,” You tell her with a grin.

“Thanks,” she smiles. “I think we should get going now. We’ve spent enough time on this,” she laughs linking your arm with hers and you follow her.

Everything was in full swing when you two arrived. People everywhere, the old debutants laughing in a nicely manner. Since hanging out with JJ and the pouges, it made you less of a kook and realize how stupid the kook life is besides the whole being rich. The way they lived was so orderly and as a pouge, you do whatever you want.

You notice Kiara by her parents, her hair up and she was wearing a purple silk dress.

“I’m gonna say hi to Kie,” you tell Sarah and she nods. You walk over to her. “Hey, Kie!” You says and she turns and smiles.

“(Y/N)!” She says. “Hey, what’s up!?”

“Your dress is nice,” you tell her and she shrugs.

“Didn’t really wanna wear it,” she mutters and you nod. “You look good though!” She adds.

“Thanks,” you say looking around, there was a slight knot of nervousness in your stomach. You play with your clammy fingers and sigh. “Kie,” you look at her licking your lips, she just nods. “I gotta tell you something.”

“What’s up?” She asks.

“I...” you lean in closer to whisper so no one hears. “I kind of want to break up with Rafe tonight,” you tell her and you notice her eyes widen.

“Really?” She asks in a whisper back and you nod. “For JJ?” She questions and you nod again. “Well...” she drifts off. “If you think it’s a good idea (Y/N) then why not,” she nods.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admit. “What do I say?” You ask. “Do I tell him about JJ, do I just break up with him?”

“That’s up to you man,” she shrugs. “But good for you! You’re way better than that asshole,” she adds and you nod nervously. “But when?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “Sometime soon, I know that JJ said he’s gonna come by... well to see us,” you say and she nods.

“Yeah, he told us all to ditch,” she nods. “Does pope know?” She laughs as Pope works with his dad.

“I don’t know,” You laugh.

“Hey babe,” you hear Rafe’s voice and you turn to see him towering over you, dressed in his suit, with his hair again slicked back. “You look so hot tonight,” he tells you and the word hot makes you cringe. He couldn’t have called you beautiful or pretty at the least?

“Um... thanks,” you mumble and he grabs your hand pulling you close to him and leaning down to meet your lips. But instead you turn so he kisses your cheek. He pulls back confused.

“What was that?” He asks sounding annoyed of you.

“Nothing,” you shrug. “We’re at a party, we don’t need to put on a show,” you remark and he rolls his eyes.

“Since when have you cared?” He asks.

“Since now I guess,” you reply and he scoffs.

“I’m trying to be a nice boyfriend (Y/N), you don’t need to be such a bitch,” he moves his hand away from your arm.

“Classic,” Kiara rolls her eyes. “What a great boyfriend you are calling her a bitch.”

“Oh fuck off Kiara,” he says.

“Rafe!” You glare at him and he rolls his eyes again. Let me guess, he’s frustrated cause he hasn’t done a pound of blow yet?

“Screw this,” he sighs turning around and walking off. Typical.

“Pig,” Kie scoffs and you laugh. “I wish we could go back in time and you would never get with him.”

“If it were my way, I would’ve never,” you sigh.

“Hey guys,” Pope smiles a she puts a tray of food into the table in front of you guys.

“Hey!” You both reply to him with a smile. “You know about John B and JJ’s plan right?” Kie asks him.

“Yeah, they want us to ditch,” he nods. “I’m down... I think,” he looks back to his dad.

“Yeah, we are too,” Kiara nods. “And (Y/N)’s breaking up with Rafe,” she whispers to him and Popes eyes widen.

“Really?” He asks and you nod. “Finally,” he lets out a small laugh.

“Right!” Kie grins. “She’s growing up,” she pulls you into a hug and you laugh.

“Shut up,” you mumble but smile. The pouges were your friends, your true friends. These people here on figure 8 did not matter.

.........

You were leaning against the building and watching as everyone dances or talks to friends. You were just anticipating for when JJ and John b will be here to save you guys. You figured they’d just text you guys and you’d slip out somehow. You pat around for your phone and realize you left it inside. You head inside and start walking down the narrow hall, but then you get pulled into a dark closet and yelp.

“Who the fuck!?” You almost yell but you feel a hand clap over your mouth.

“Shh, it’s just me (Y/N),” you heard JJ’s voice and you slightly see the light from outside hitting his face.

“JJ,” you say pulling his hand away.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Hey,” he says.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“Well, I told you I’d rescue you didn’t I?” He replies. “That’s what I’m doing!”

You smile in the darkness. But dammit! You still needed to end things with Rafe, he’s just been absent the whole night somewhere, only god knows.

“I thought you’d just show up with the van, not come into the party,” you say in a low voice.

“Nah, I needed to see how pretty my girl is as soon as possible,” he tells you and you felt your cheeks flush at the compliment. Rafe could never compare. You lean in capturing his lips with yours and he grins kissing you back. He smelt of weed, tasted like the familiar beer and mint. You loved it. He wraps his arms around you, while you run your fingers through his hair tugging and he groans against your lips. You had an urgency to rip all his clothes off, but you couldn’t, not here and not now.

“I love you,” you tell him pulling back only a millimeter.

“I love you too,” he smiles brushing his lips past yours. “Can we get outta here now?” He asks.

“No, I need to do something quickly,” you tell him. “Okay?”

“What?” He asks.

“Just, stay here for a couple of minutes,” you say. You were hoping breaking up with Rafe would be fast and easy. You doubt he actually cared about you, but still everything was difficult with Rafe.

“Okay,” he nods and you peck his lips one more time and leave the closet. You walk out into the bright hall and look to the side and start walking. But then you catch Rafe laughing with Kelce walking down the hall. Perfect. He notices you.

“(Y/N),” he says saying your name with a smile like he wasn’t a douche just an hour ago.

“Hey,” you say.

“Where have you been all night baby?” He asks and you pretty much roll your eyes at the nickname. It only sounded nice coming from JJ.

“Rafe, can we talk?” You ask in a serious tone.

“About?” He questions.

“Something, and Alone,” you look at Kelce.

“I got the hint,” Kelce says and walks off, Rafe watches Kelce leave and then he turns to you.

“What?” He asks in a weird tone like he was annoyed of you. But you haven’t even done anything.

You take in a deep breath, preparing yourself for what’s about to happen. The only think you worried about was him getting all mad and not letting you leave the party as soon as possible.

“Well...” you start.

“Sorry about earlier,” he mutters interrupting you. “If that’s what this is about.”

“No,” you shake your head and he sighs leaning back against the hallway wall. “I was saying...” you start again. “I... I want to break up,” you tell him hesitantly. For a minute he just stares at you like he didn’t hear what you just said, until it hits and he squints his eyes at you.

“Wait... what!?” He asks like this was unbelievable.

“I want to break up,” you tell him again and he lets out a laugh, but a sarcastic angry laugh.

“No,” he says shaking his head.

“Rafe,” you give him a look. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. Our relationship isn’t even good,” you remark. “What’s the point? You’d have more fun with someone else.”

“This is not supposed to happen like this (Y/N)!” He tells you. “You breaking up with me!? No way,” he shakes his head.

“What!?” You ask.

“Why?” He asks. “Not like you’re gonna get anyone better than me,” he scoffs. “Like c’mon, no guy is gonna handle your shit (Y/N) no guy,” he adds and that just makes you angry.

“Oh really?” You scoff. “Cause another guy has,” you say and at that his eyes widen.

“What!?” He pretty much yells.

“What?” You shrug back.

“Who!? What the fuck!?” He exclaims. “You’ve been cheating on me!?” He spits out. “You fucking slut!”

“And you wonder why?” You shake your head. “You’re a coke head piece of trash Rafe,” you tell him and he steps closer now angry.

“Excuse me,” he says getting close to you.

“You heard me, you’re gross. I don’t need you, and I found someone better than you,” you tell him in a calm tone and that just got him more angry.

“Fuck you!!” He yells raising his hand and smacking you. Your head turns and your cheek stings from the smack. He just smacked you, Rafe, your now ex boyfriend just smacked you. You grab your cheek holding back the tears because he didn’t deserve to see you cry.

“You’re disgusting,” you spit, he opens his mouth to talk but gets cut off.

“What the fuck!?” You heard the loud growl of JJ and you both turn, he was watching you with your hand on your cheek and Rafe with the anger boiling inside him. “Did you just fucking smack her!?” He asks in a dangerous tone and Rafe laughs.

“It’s him isn’t it?” He looks back at you. “A dirty pouge,” he nods. “What else can I expect from a dirty little whore like you,” he scoffs and then JJ, charges into him knocking him to the floor. Your eyes widen as JJ starts throwing punches immediately.

“Touch her again!” JJ yells punching Rafe again. “And I’ll fucking KILL YOU!” He yells, Rafe manages to get in a punch knocking JJ over.

“Stop it!” You yell and some people step into the hall to see what’s happening with wide eyes. JJ lunches him again and you see blood coming out of Rafes mouth. “JJ!” You yell.

“You dirty motherfucker!” JJ yells at Rafe.

“Fuck you,” Rafe spits out.

A security guard runs in pulling JJ off of Rafe and JJ tries to fight them off.

“JJ!” You say stepping closer but the security guards pull him back. He had a bruise already forming on his jaw and some blood by his eyebrow.

“Stop it, he’s my guest,” you say.

“Your guest just assaulted Rafe Cameron,” the security guard tells you and you roll your eyes.

“He fucking smacked her!” JJ exclaims angry again. Topper and Sarah run in and Sarah’s eyes widen at the sight of her brother all bloodied up on the floor. Topper goes to Rafes side.

“What the fuck?” Topper looks at you confused. You just decide to grab JJ’s hand and pull him away from the guard and run. You pull him through the crowd in the back.

“Kie!” You both yell when you see her and she turns. “Let’s go!” She looks around both her parents looking at her shaking their heads. “Come on!” You wave quickly and you notice your mom start to walk over, speed walk over. You hold JJ’s hand tighter and run. “Pope!” You also call and he looks confused.

“Hell no,” Mr. Heyward gives him a disapproving look. Pope strips from his apron and runs just as Kie catches up.

We all start running, you let JJ lead the way to the van.

“Is John b there?” You ask breathlessly as you approach the van.

“Yeah, he said he’d be the getaway driver,” he nods and we all pile in. John B turns.

“Took long enough?” He mumbles and notices all the distressed faces and JJ’s bruised face. “What happened!?” He asks. JJ ignores him and steps over to you.

“Are you okay,” he pushes my face to turn and looks at your cheek.

“What happened?” They all ask.

“Rafe fucking hit (Y/N),” JJ says and you feel your cheeks flush out of embarrassment.

“What!?” They all ask. “Are you okay!?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug.

“Don’t be some nonchalant about this (Y/N),” JJ shakes his head. “He’s a fucking prick.”

“Well, I’m not with him anymore so it doesn’t matter,” you say with another shrug.

“Why did he hit you?” Pope asks. “You could sue him you know.”

“That’s not really on my mind right now Pope,” you laugh and JJ rolls his eyes. “He was mad because I broke up with him and called him trash,” you admit.

“So he hit you!?” Kie asks in disbelief. “I would’ve been there if I knew you were breaking up with him then.”

“Its Fine really,” you say.

“No it’s not,” JJ rubs your cheek with his thumb softly. “Does it hurt!?” He asks concerned.

“No,” you lie. It did hurt, Rafe was 6’2, you were like half of him... barely. His hands were big, but it’s okay. It’ll get better.

“You’re lying,” JJ gives you a dry look.

“I’m not,” you lie again biting your lip and he rolls his eyes.

“Just stop (Y/N),” he tells me. “You need to ice it.”

“I will later,” you say and he just looks at you silently for a minute.

“I’m sorry,” he says in a whisper.

“Why?” You whisper back.

“You broke up with him because of me,” he mumbles.

“JJ, shut up,” you shake your head. “I broke up with him because I hate him, and I have you,” you tell him. “What would he do if it were later huh?”

“I’m still sorry,” he sighs.

“Don’t be,” you shake your head and lean in kissing him. He relaxes into the kiss, and you barley felt anymore pain while you kissed JJ. He always fixed everything. He was the best boyfriend ever.

“Okay, you guys gonna bone right in front of us... or!?” Kiara asks. “Happy moment, now... time for weed.”

“That does sound like a good idea,” JJ grins and you laugh.

“Yeah,” you nod.

These people were your real family!

Bonus part:

(16+) nothing too bad!

You giggle as JJ pushes you down on the bed getting on top and you pull him down by hooping your fingers into his shark tooth necklace. He kisses your lips, and you let out a small moan as he presses himself close to you. You flip him so you get on top of his lap straddling him.

You lean down kissing his neck and you hear him suck in a sharp breath. You suck and cause some hickeys on his skin. He reaches up to the end of your now bunched up dress and pulls at it. You pull back and let him take it off throwing it somewhere in the room. He stares at your bare chest and smirks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you reaching up with cup one of your breast. You let out a small whimper, grinding your hips against his, and you could feel him grow in his shorts. He sighs rubbing his finger over your hardened nipple and you sigh. You reach for the hem of his shirt and he lets you take it off of him and you keep rocking your hips and he slightly groans.

“I want you to ride me baby,” you tells you pulling you down so he can kiss you and you moan into his mouth.

“Good, cause I want to ride you,” you tell him and that just makes him harder. “I love you JJ.”

“I love you (Y/N),” he replies. “And I’m sorry for tonight, you deserve the world,” he tells you running his hands along the side of your body and you smile.

“You are my world JJ,” you lean down and kiss him roughly.

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A/N Just did a little bonus part for the dirty ones haha! Hope you all enjoyed this one. Thanks again to @rochyu for the request!

Love ya guys❤️

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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Perfect

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x f!reader, Steve Rogers x f!reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Warnings | cockwarming, daddy kink I guess?

Word count | 478

Summary | lazy evenings with your boys after sex

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The book was spread wide in Bucky's hand, resting against your back whilst his metal fingers lazily stroked and scrunched your hair from where the metal rested against the back of your head. The humming whir of the plates filled the comfortable silence of the room, your head nuzzled into his neck and your arms wrapped over his shoulders.

Bucky was sat against the headboard, lips resting at your shoulder as he read his book. You were trying to to squirm, his thick length settled deep within your core as you straddled your husband.

Neither of you even looked up as Steve walked into the room, a wide grin spreading over his perfect lips as he saw his two lovers embracing each other so close. He folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame as he admired you two for moment.

But soon he grew needy for your touch, even though it hadn't been long since he was the one buried deep within you. Steve sighed, the deep exhale catching Bucky's attention. The super soldier looked up at his husband, a fond smile on his lips.

"Hey, Stevie." Bucky beamed, dog-earing his book before setting it on the beside table. Steve walked around the bed, setting a bottle of water next to Bucky's book before brushing the hair back from the man's forehead and pressing a lingering kiss there.

"Hi, baby." Steve cooed, melting at the way Bucky leaning into his touch. Steve dropped a quick peck to Bucky's lips before removing his husband's hand from your head.

That caught your attention, and you lazily turned your head to face Steve. He was smiling brightly at you, large hand moving to cup your cheek. You nuzzled into him, eyes sliding closed with content as you offered him a dopey smile.

"You okay, princess?" Steve murmured.

"Yes daddy." You cooed, turning your head to the side to press a kiss to Steve's palm. When you opened your eyes you were met with baby blue staring back at you.

"Are you keeping our boy's cock nice and warm?" Steve asked and you nodded.

"Yes daddy." You smiled and so did Steve.

"Good girl. Give me a kiss." Steve mumbled, leaning forwards slightly and pouting his lips. You bit your bottom lip before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Steve smiled against you, giving your lips another peck after you pulled away.

Bucky watched the scene unfold fondly, his heart swelling as he watched his husband and wife be so loving. He couldn't think of a better way for the world to make up for his traumas, his troubles. And it was perfect.

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soo,,, uh,,, fucking the winter soldier...

ma'am pls elaborate :)

y’all are about to indulge me big time this might flop cause it’s intense but I’m a kinky motherfucker so send me to horny jail if you have to

winter soldier in bed

Soldat is a kinky motherfucker. I have no doubts in my mind about this.

He gets off on you crying, over anything. You had a bad day and cry, he’s hard, he doesn’t know why. It’s some demented part of him that thinks about how you cry on his cock, or maybe it’s because you look so pretty and innocent with puffy eyes.

Soldat is rough. I’m talking bruises all over your body (you like it) and he’s claiming you in every way he can.

He uses knives in bed, tracing the sharp edge over your nipples. He cuts your clothes off, and when you’re really whining, he’ll prick you just a little bit.

“Who do you belong to, bunny?”

“You, Soldat.”

He calls you his fucktoy. I don’t know why this is so hot to me, and he would fuck you like he hated you (he doesn’t). He just can’t help himself, he’s so pent up.

His handgun is always nearby, maybe not so much in a sexual way, but for his own protection. He’s never without his weapons.

Soldat doesn’t stop until he’s done and pleased, unless you tell him to with a safeword. He uses your body for his own pleasure, pulling orgasm from you until you literally can’t anymore. Somedays he fucks for hours and hours, but other days he just needs to be close and he fucks you two or three times before making you warm his cock.

He will never give you control, and if you try to take it, he fucks you back into a submission. You love it, sometimes acting out so the Soldat will rough you up.

He never cums inside. As much as he wants to see your cunt filled with him, he hasn’t done it since his handler reprimanded him because they were afraid he’d get you pregnant. He’s only to cum down your throat, all over you, or inside your ass.

He fucks every hole, it depends on his mood. He loves splitting you in half in his cock, but he also likes how you choke on his cock. You look so good with tears in your eyes and lips red. You try so hard for him too, sucking like your life depends on it.

You are always eager to please him, riding him when he’s injured and wants your pussy around him. You let him bend you in anyway he wants, let him take any hole and just fuck the life out of you.

He’ll fuck you awake, making you whine as you come to, and you push back against him eagerly. You love when he stuffed your cunt while you sleep, wanting you to wake up full and happy.

If you’re too loud, his fingers are shoved into your mouth. He likes wrapping his hand and bicep around your throat and controlling whether you get to breathe. He loves that you trust him with your life especially since you know he could kill you at any moment. It proves you don’t see him as a monster.

When he comes down from his high, you can see a glimpse of who he used to be, taking care of you and kissing down all your bruises. These are the moment you know what you have is real.

champagne & sunshine

chris evans x actress!reader

a/n: i was listening to champagne & sunshine and came up w this, i have no idea why :) also, this shit is looong, i kinda got carried away :p

warnings: smut, language, kissing, flirting, making out, fluff and enjoy!

to say chris was completely and utterly mesmerized by you was little compared to what he felt the first time he saw you. both at a mutual friends party, at the peaks of your careers, young, free and wanting to enjoy as much as you could.

he remember exactly how you looked that night, your hair down with perfect waves, a white dress that hugged your curves in all the right ways, it had a slit on the thigh and showed your cleavage beautifully, heels matching the dress

to him you looked like an literal angel, and your laugh, oh my god he could hear you laugh for hours and hours, in fact that’s what made him pay attention to you, you laughing at something a friend told you, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one making you laugh, you certainly were the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on

his friends were talking about something but he couldn’t take his eyes off you, sipping a glass of champagne, with so much class, you were driving him wild and you guys hadn’t even talked

you caught his eyes, with your glass still on your lips as you looked at him through your eyelashes, pulling the glass down and smiling at him before you went back to your conversation making his heart race in his chest

“right chris?” one of his friends nudged him laughing

“uhum” eyes still locked on you as he took a sip of his beer not paying attention on the conversation

“dude, i think there’s drool right here” another one of his friends said pointing to his face

“uh, what?” he finally got out of his trance looking at them

“y/n? really?” one of them said looking at where he was looking

y/n, huh, so that was your name, it matched you well “why, what’s wrong with her?”

“nothing, actually that’s the thing, there’s nothing wrong whit her, she’s perfect”

“and waaay out of your league, every single man in this party are eyeing her since she arrived”

“have you guys seen how she acts on red carpets? she’s so classy and so fucking pretty that every person stops to just see her walk, fucking walk!”

“first of all, that’s mean, what do you mean i’m out of her league?” the truth is, he thought that too, but he couldn’t let his insecurities get him and lose the chance to talk to you “second of all, i’m gonna laugh so hard in y’all’s face when we’re together” chris said and immediately looked for you, seeing you get another glass of champagne and head to a couch “in fact, i’m gonna go talk to her right now”

accompanied by whistles and good lucks chris walked towards y/n, you watched him approach you taking a sip of your champagne crossing your legs, making your dress ride up a bit and putting your thigh on display

you were facing his back as he shoved his friends off, turning then to you with a boyish grin and sitting beside you

“what’s a pretty girl like you is doing here all alone?” chris said tilting his head a little to the side, staring directly into your eyes, oh you were fucked

“i realized that i wasn’t paying much attention to my friends conversation, and i didn’t wanted to be rude, so i came here” you smiled at him and turned back to your drink “also, i wanted to be alone for a bit” you watched the party

“oh, i’m sorry, do you want me to go?” he frowned a bit, trying not to show the disappointment on his face

“no! it’s okay really, it’s good to get to know new people” and you smiled again, and he swore his heart would explode just from seeing your little smiles, you were so polite, so kind, so fucking pretty

“i’m chris by the way” he extended his hand

“y/n” you took his hand in yours, they fitted so perfectly, and both of you could feel kind of a spark, this was going to be fun “so, tell me a little about yourself mr evans”

it shocked him a little that you knew who he was, ah chris, always thinking so little about himself, of course you knew who he was, it’s fucking captain america for god’s sake, but you never showed a lot of interest in him, to be honest you didn’t like to pay interest in any actor, specially since things just started working out for you

you didn’t wanted to get involved with anyone, specially from this world because you knew how things could go wrong and get nasty, drama was the last thing you wanted

of course you had hooked up with some actors, but nothing ever really got to the next steps, just casual hook ups and bye bye

but chris, you felt something, something good towards him, you had no idea what it was, but him there in front of you, you just wanted to grab his face and kiss him for ever

calm dow y/n, don’t get ahead of yourself

“i’m an actor, i recently finished press for this new movie i’m in, captain america the winter soldier” he said glancing at your plump lips as you took a sip of the champagne before returning to your eyes again

a little chuckle came out of your lips “sorry, it’s just, i know who you are, and i know about your movies” you put the glass down at the coffee table in front of you “wanna know more about you, not the part that the whole world already know, believe me, i hate being asked only about my career and what i’m working on” resting your chin on your hand you looked at him through your eyelashes

if he could grab you right there and kiss you he would, he could see that you genuinely wanted to know about him, his life beside all the celebrity shit, not being shallow like other girls that he met, that only wanted to know about his movies, his career and his famous friends

and that’s how you ended up, his arm resting on the back of the couch, close to your head, sitting closer to him, talking and laughing like you two knew each other for years, the connection you had was surreal, hours had passed and it felt like it was only 10 minutes

“oh my god, my tummy hurts” you said laughing with one hand on your stomach and the other on his thigh for support “i can’t believe you did that!”

“i’m telling you!” he laughed with you

“Y/NNNN!”

“oh god” you groaned looking at the source of the scream, still recovering from all your laughter, you already knew who it was

“what?” chris looked confused at you

“come on y/n let’s dance! you’ve been here the whole night!” your best friend said to you then looked at who was keeping you busy “i know he’s hot, and you can hook up with him later, but you have to save some time for your friends!”

chris face heat up and both of you laughed in embarrassment “i’m sorry for her, i’ll be right back okay?” you said and smiled sincerely at him while being dragged to dance

he watched you go and got up to get another beer, already feeling like the luckiest man alive

meanwhile you were being convinced by your friends that you needed to loose up by taking shots

“yeah okay, but i’m not doing more than two okay? i still need to get home alive” you agreed and they all cheered

“to y/n!” your best friend shouted

“to y/n!” the rest of your friends shouted too

you normally didn’t do this, getting drunk was not something that you liked, the hungover, the headaches, and you needed to get home safely after all

you took your shot before making a face “ugh i hate this so much” laughing already feeling tipsy you looked towards the couch, where chris sat, thighs spread drinking his beer instensely gazing at you, making heat pool in your core

feeling more comfortable you started dancing with your friends, hips swaying with every beat of the song, making chris head spin as he watched you, how could you be so fucking hot, your favorite song came on and you squealed and jumped with excitement and dragged your best friend closer to you, with your back facing her front you started grinding your hips onto her while she grabbed them, it was something you two always did when this song came on

chris devouring you with his eyes, you threw your arms up and started to drag them down slowly, you looked straight into his eyes smirking as you danced against your best friend with your hands trailing your body, he knew that you knew what you were doing

as the song ended you took another shot and took courage to go to where chris was and shoot your shot

you walked towards him, and with both hand on his thighs, bending forward to say somethings in his ear as he caressed gently behid your knees “are you gonna sit here all night staring at me or we’re gonna dance?” you pulled back with a smirk and his eyes darkened at the sight, your were going to be the death of him

you got up straight and took his hand in yours, bringing him with you back to where you were dancing and immediately turned your back to him and threw your hand back caressing his neck

as the song started you started dancing too, doing the same you were doing earlier, but grinding your hips more into him, and he threw an arm around your waist, holding back so much trying not to get hard

another sway of your hips and he growled in your ear, “sweetheart your not helping me” he held your waist a bit tighter

you threw your head back on his shoulder and he gave your neck a little peck, that was enough to drag a soft whine out of you, and for chris that was it

he spun you around grabbing your hips firmly, making your hands lay on his chest, he licked his lips as he stared at yours, your faces separated by inches, you could feel his breath on your face

“tell me to stop” he gave you a last chance to change your mind

“don’t stop” you whispered and he crashed your lips together

starting with a simple kiss, one of his hands trailed your body until he found your face, he slid his hand further grabbing your neck and deepening the kiss, you moaned at the action giving him space to slide his tongue in your mouth

your mouths aligning like puzzle pieces, moving perfectly against each other, until you pulled away to catch your breath, both smiling like idiots, foreheads resting against each other, as he pecked your lips multiple times

“let’s get out of here” you said giving a last kiss on his lips before grabbing his hand to get your things to leave

“wait i have to tell my friends i’m leaving” he walked through some people, still with his hands on yours, to get to his friends

“guys im heading off, i’ll catch up with you tomorrow” he said while you pulled on his hand whining like a kid ‘come on chris let’s goooo’ “or not, bye!” he gave them a last smile and let you pull him out of the house

the whole ride to your place was filled with tension, little conversations and chris hand rested on your thigh all the time, caressing and getting closer to where you needed him the most

when you got home you fumbled with your keys, trying to get them out of your purse and on the lock, but it was a little difficult with chris arms wrapped around you and kissing your shoulders and neck

after what felt like an eternity you finally opened the damn door and rushed inside, chris immediately pushing you against the wall attacking your lips, this time with so much passion, need, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your lips deliciously against his

his hands that were on your waist were going down until they met your ass, giving it a squeeze you moaned in his mouth, he lowered his hand more giving the back of your thighs two taps for you to jump, and you did as you were told, wrapping your legs on his waist, he let go of your mouth

“where’s your room?” one kiss

“last door on the left” another kiss

he squeezed your ass again making you moan again, slipping his tongue on your mouth he walked to the room without breaking the kiss, as he entered the room he kicked the door close pushing you against the wall

“chris.. please” you whined in his mouth

“please what sweetheart?” he smirked and gave you another kiss

“i need you”

he walked back and the back of his knees hit the bed, making him sit with you straddling his lap, your fingers finding his hair, kissing his collarbones and marking him up on his neck, sucking his sweet spot he let out a moan

“you’re so fucking pretty” he said looking down at you with so much adoration and lust in his eyes

you kissed him while grinding your hips down at his already present hard on, he found your breasts and started squeezing them through the fabric of your dress

“take it off” you asked him “please”

was all it took for him to flip you over and start taking your dress off

seeing that you weren’t wearing a bra and exposing your tits perfectly for him made him growl, already taking one in his mouth while he massaged the other with his hands

“chris..” you bit you lower lip trying to contain your noises

“come on sweetheart, let me hear you” he let go of your breast and started kissing down your stomach, avoiding where you wanted him most, he trailed kisses down your thighs and started to take you heels off kissing every part he could

he went back up nipping at your thighs before hooking his fingers in your panties, taking them off at an agonizing pace

“chris please” you whined, impatient, you just needed him “i need to feel you”

“patience sweetheart, i need to appreciate every single part of you”

as he took your underwear off he spread your thighs to see your glistening cunt “so pretty, all for me” he whispered

then he planted a kiss on your cunt making you moan and arch your back, that made him hook his arms under your thighs to keep you in place

with that he liked a stripe on your folds, lapping the wetness of your cunt, his thumb found your clit, making you see stars, you found yourself biting onto your lower lip again, small whimpers coming out of yours lips

“honey, already told you, stop biting your lip and let me hear you” he said and connected his mouth with your sensitive nub, rubbing one of his fingers at your entrance before pushing it in

“oh fuck” you moaned loud, making chris cock throb in his pants “chris i’m gonna”

“i can feel ya, let go for me sweetheart” he said speeding up his pace, the coil in your stomach tightened and exploded, making you see stars, you came with a loud chant of his name

he kissed his way back up while you tried to catch your breath, he gave a kiss on the corner of your mouth, making you smile and your eyes fluttered open

“hi” he smiled, taking some strands of hair out of your face before caressing your cheek with his thumb

“hi” you smiled back grabbing his chin to give a peck on his lips “don’t you have too many clothes on mister?” you tugged at the bottom of his shirt making him stand up to take his clothes off

resting on your elbows, biting your lip as you watched him take his shirt off, staring at his torso, what a fucking sight, eyes traveling through his body as he took his pants off, meeting then his eyes

“you keep staring at me like this and i won’t be able to hold back”

“just c’mere”

“eager aren’t we?” he walked towards you

giggling you nodded yes and wrapped your legs on his torso, fingers trailing his abs, as if you were trying to memorize every part of him, reaching his boxers, slipping your hand and stroking his length

“fuck y/n” he breathed out and you took them off

he took your hand and pinned them behind your head, kissing and nipping at your neck, sucking on your sweet spot making you moan, he smirked against your skin

one hand grabbing your thigh and the other caressing your chin in circles with his thumb before tracing his thumb on your bottom lip, staring with so much adoration at every trace of your face

he started kissing every part of your face “so beautiful, all mine” he said between kisses, hand lowering to find one of your breasts, kisses lowering to your neck, collarbone and chest

“chris, i need you” your whimpers growing impatient

chris gave your lips a last kiss before stroking his length and alining with your entrance

“you sure it’s gonna fit?” you looked at his cock, mouth watering, but you couldn’t say it didn’t worried you

he chuckled and said “don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll make it fit” before giving you a peck

he pushed in slowly making both of you moan “fuck, you’re so perfect” he kissed you again “it’s like you were made just for me” he said making you whimper

“you’re so big” you said throwing your head back “fuck, chris” you moaned his name

you stayed like this for a good time, with him pounding onto you until your legs felt numb, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, fucking you so good that if felt unreal, until you felt the coil in your stomach tightening

“i’m gonna cum, oh my good, feel so good” you moaned loudly as you came, chris following you

you felt like you would black out from the pleasure, you could easily say that it was the best sex of your life, eyes closed and breathing heavily to try to catch your breath

“hey pretty girl” he ran his nose on your throat and kissed your cheek “you okay?” another kiss, on your jaw

“uhum” you nodded smiling and taking his face on your hands to kiss him, still with your eyes closed

hands caressing your waist, and in that moment you were all he cared about, looking so beautiful, feeling the luckiest man in the world

“hold on, let me take care of you” he gave her a kiss and got up heading to the bathroom, taking a cloth to clean you up

after he cleaned you he went back to the bathroom to leave the cloth there, you climbed under the sheets waiting for him to come back

he got back and saw you making grabby hand to him, he let out a laugh walking to lay down with you “you are so adorable” he climbed on the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving your forehead a kiss

“just so you know, i don’t want this to be a one time thing” you said resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes

“me neither sweetheart, don’t worry” he smiled down at you, giving a last peck on your lips making you smile

“g’night chris” your whispered nuzzling your nose on his neck before drifting off to sleep

“g’night sweetheart”

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first time i’m writing, don’t even know if people are going to see this, but if you do and liked the post, don’t forget to reblog this please, it’ll help me very much<3

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

warnings: smut, masturbation (f receiving), nomad steve rogers x reader, somnophilia, 18+ reader

summary: you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep, so you have steve help you…

a/n: do not steal my work, it’s all my own. 18+ only, minors do not interact!

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you awoke from your deep sleep with a sigh. a dream that you had forgotten right as you tried remembering it, was what had awakened you. you took a quick glance to your right, seeing the clock on your nightstand gleaming 3:38 A.M. looking to your left, you saw your boyfriend’s big figure, as he lay on his stomach. you could hear his soft breathing, in and out. seeing him so peaceful made you feel guilty.

because you weren’t feeling so peaceful. seeing steve and his shirtless figure gave you butterflies. god he was sexy. you turned to your side and ran your hand softly up and down his broad back. his skin felt warm under your touch. a mischievous smile suddenly formed on your lips as you thought of the naughtiest plan you could at 3 in the morning.

you made sure steve wasn’t looking towards you, not that it mattered, but his head was turned to the opposite side of the bed. you peeked under the covers to search for his left hand, and carefully lifted it from under the sheets to grasp it under your own. his hand felt heavy in your palm, and you turned it ever so slowly as to not wake him up. you held it under your own left hand and let it run over your stomach to rest on top of your clothed mound.

you lifted the waistband the pair of boxers you wore to bed, (courtesy of steve’s underwear drawer), and slid his hand the rest of the way down. this was downright dirty, and whether steve woke up from this or not didn’t seem to bother you.

with your hand still placed perfectly on top of his, you used his middle finger to pump in and out of your entrance. almost as if you were playing the piano, in this case you were the piano, and your hand was helping to teach him how to play it.

“fuck” you whispered, still acknowledging that he was asleep.

steve was stirring a bit, his legs shifting underneath the blankets.

you suddenly felt the coil in your stomach beginning to form.

steve made a noise in his sleep, but you were too focused on dealing with your own pleasure to notice.

“what are you doing baby?” his hoarse voice whispered to you.

“i woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so i thought you’d help me tire out” you whispered back.

“all you had to do was ask” he replied, and you could see his cocky grin in the moonlight.

he removed his fingers for a quick second so he could prop himself up and take care of you the right way. with his right elbow holding him up he focused on your eyes as his middle and ring finger began to go to work.

he pumped them in and out, praising you for being a good girl as he finished you off.

“tell me what you want baby” steve said as he noticed you trying to hold in your moans

“use your words, i know you can”

“faster steve please” you moaned out, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

he began to work at you faster until you began to come undone beneath him.

“there you go sweetheart, i got you” he praised, as he continued to get you through your high.

steve’s fingers slowed down retreating from your body, and he brought them up to his own mouth. he licked them clean as he fixed your shorts back up. steve pulled you close and snuggled into your body, knowing you were already drifting off.

“i love you honey” you whispered.

“i love you too sweetheart” he whispered back, giving a quick kiss to your forehead as you both fell back asleep in each other’s arms.

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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A Taste of Summer

Summary: You can’t think of a better to start your summer than to get railed by Ari. Who cares if he’s your dad’s best friend.

Pairing: Mean DBF!Ari x reader

Warnings: Smut, creampies, jealous/possessive Ari, rough smut, forced exhibitionism (reader is into it though), bratty reader, praise kink, size kink, spanking, slight degradation, age gap, ari is 6'6".

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Second official sinday drabble, unbeta’d and written on my phone. Comments and reblogs are cherished.

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For as long as you can remember, it’s been a family tradition to kick off summer with a small get-together in your backyard. Your dad is adamant that everyone shows up. He called you three times yesterday to make sure you were still on your way. Of course, you would never miss the chance to attend the party, it’s a fun occasion with good music, even better food and one thing you can’t find anywhere else, especially not at your college.

Ari Levison. 

He’s the best thing about these parties. Always has been. Sure, he’s your dad’s best friend, but frankly, that makes you want him even more. The semi-retired boxer is sex on legs and the reason you have a drawer full of toys beside your bed. 

Standing in your childhood bedroom, the sounds of boisterous conversations and steaks sizzling on the grill float through your open window with the warm summer breeze. Notes of freshly cut grass and barbecue follow, sweeping across your face, and a grin tugs at your lips. Oh, you love the smell of summer.

Slipping the wide strap of your new summer dress over your shoulder, you stare at your reflection. You look incredible. It was worth the three hours you spent in the mall, dragging Wanda and Monica through store after store until you found the right one. 

The soft, lacy material fits your body perfectly, enhancing your curves, the top cinches under your breasts, pushing them up. And the color makes your skin glow. And if you had any anxieties about wearing it, they were wiped away after Bucky got a look at you in it. Your roommate’s eyes bulged out of his head and he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan when he asked you to twirl for him. 

Hearing a familiar deep voice, you pad to your window, leaning on the frame as you pull on your sandal. Parting the sheer curtains with your fingers, you easily find the one man you’re constantly seeking out. At 6’6" he’s taller than every person in the yard.

 “Damn,” your eyes widen as they rake over his massive frame.

Even from a distance, he looks like a greek god come to life. Long legs that go on forever, his large hands flying through the air as he talks to your dad. A faded blue towel casually thrown over his bare shoulder. Water drips off his tanned, lightly freckled chest, thin rivulets that lead down to the waistband of his black swimming trunks, they cling to his thick muscular thighs, emphasizing just how big he is.

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Just like Daddy

pairing: CEO!Husband/Dad!Chris x Wife/mom!Reader

Summary: With Halloween's arrival, there’s nothing but festive cheers at the Evan's household, with a few surprises too! ‼️Major Dilf and family man Chris‼️ (Warnings: Cockwarming)

Can be read as part of Sugar Baby love, but not necessarily ♥️

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(Chris' P.O.V)

October 31st, one of the most festive times of the year, well not for me usually. That was until I met Y/n and we had Zamira. I finally had something to look forward to come home to, my own family. So that’s why I made it a rule to come home every day for lunch. This year my darling Y/n had made it a mission to keep her and Zizi's costume a secret from me.

Opening the front door of our home, I was met with the chaotic atmosphere I learned to love, the sounds of Zamira shouting throughout the house with Dodger hot on her trail, and the smell of Y/n's treats filling my nostrils.

Leaving my briefcase and blazer by the door, I followed the scent into the kitchen to see my hot ass wife in her cute pink apron I had gotten her, her lovely self humming as she transferred the newly baked cookies onto the cooling tray. “Hey pretty girl” I whispered grabbing onto her softly from behind, hugging her waist against me.

“You’re home Chrissy” She said softly turning around in my grasp, her arms looping around my neck to bring me in for a soft wet kiss, her tongue tying in with mine briefly. “I missed you today, so did Zizi” She pouted looking up at me while loosening my tie, my heart pounding every time she even touched me. “Trust me baby, I missed my favourite girls even more” Nuzzling my nose into her neck inhaling her scent peacefully, I felt her hands play gently with the hairs on the back of my neck, her lips putting soft kisses onto the side of my head.

“DADA” I heard a small voice shout, along with the pitter patter of small feet and paws, Dodger’s barks sounding closer and closer. In came tumbling my pumpkin, dressed in her princess dress and crown, a fake sword held tightly in her small hand.

Dropping her weapon instantly she held her hand upwards towards me, a sign for me to pick her up. “Hey bubby, I missed ya today” I said feeling her hug onto me tightly as Y/n smiled at us both before continuing her baking session. “I missed you dada, I was busy getting monsters” She said dramatically, re-enacting how she killed the “monsters” with her hands.

“Oh really bub? aren’t you brave” I cooed watching her nod enthusiastically, her hair bouncing along with her

“Mhm even momma said I was brave, didn’t ya momma” She said turning towards Y/n, a part of me swelling with pride when I heard my accent coming through Zamira, she was a part of me.

“Yes you were so brave baby, momma was so scared of those evil monsters under our bed” Y/n said with a serious look, coming over to us both and smothering Zizi with a multitude of kisses, enough for her squeals to fill the household.

“Is this your costume princess?” I asked smoothing out the frills of her Rapunzel dress, expecting this to be it, since her last costume was Elsa from Frozen.

“Nuh uh dada, m'not ready yet” Her arms and legs flailing about to get down from my arms, watching as she tugged onto Y/n's arms,

“Momma can we get ready noww, I wanna show dada the costume” She begged bouncing on her feet, Y/n sighing in defeat before nodding and picking her up to bring her upstairs. Giving me a quick kiss on the lips, I watched them both climb up the staircase, Zamira waving at me the higher she got up. This girl was going to be the death of me.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Good job for not tellin daddy baby” I cooed helping her get on her new white button up, grey trousers, mini grey blazer and last but not least her striking purple tie (something she said she would die without) In her hands a tiny miniature briefcase just like my husband’s.

“Do ya think dada will wike it?” She asked cutely, clearly nervous and spouting that same lisp that Chris has.

“Of course honey bun, he will absolutely love it are you kiddin me? Or are you not his best girl” I said pinching her cheek, her missing tooth smile brightening up the whole room. “Momma can we match again next hawoween?”

“I'd love to baby” I said standing up to straighten my own costume before taking her small hand in mind, her cute little legs trying to keep up with mine as we climbed down the stairs. Her soft face furrowed in focus trying to step down carefully and once we hit ground? She let loose.

“DADA MY COSTUME IS READYY” Running around crazily until she bumped into her daddy right where we left him in the kitchen, a bright smile on his face when he saw her.

“N' who are you meant to be pumpkin?”

“M’ jus like you daddy” She squealed happily, twirling around in her mini carbon copy of a suit, even showing off her tiny briefcase to finish it off.

“OH WOW BABYGIRL, DONT YOU LOOK ADORABLE” He shouted in response, his smile widening with every detail of her costume, listening to how she thought of the details herself.

“Buh dada I didn’t wan a black tie, too boring, so I got purple instead” She said pouting up at him,

“Oh it looks amazing honey, I think I should get one of those for work, what d'ya think”

She nodded enthusiastically, Chris laughing as he sat her onto the counter fixing her ponytail like a total girl’s dad.

“Mhm I even got fake money too” She said excitedly opening her brief case to expose lots of fake dollar bills.

“Me n momma are matchin”

“Oh is that right?” Chris said quirking up a brow, my heels clicking against the marble floor, walking towards them with a clip board in my hand.

“N' what’re you meant to be?” Chris said handing Zizi a lollipop from the cupboard before sauntering over towards me, his hands interlacing themselves with mine before pulling me closer towards him.

“I’m her assistant” I smirked, my same white button down, grey pencil skirt and lanyard from my first day at his company adorned onto my body.

“Mhm I remember this outfit as if it was yesterday, the way we started” He growled massaging my hips through the skirt, his eyes raking up and down my body unashamedly. His thoughts being cut off by our doorbell going all crazy, hearing the shouts of Lisa through the front door.

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“Hey ma” I said opening the door to see Lisa holding the other kids, today she had made it a new tradition to take her grandkids out every halloween for trick or treating, ending the night with a sleepover at hers. Thankfully giving us a guaranteed day off once a year.

“Alright Zizi Gran's here”

Zamira jumped off the counter with a bit of a scolding from Chris, running off towards her grandmother with her briefcase without even a mention of a goodbye and off they went for the night. Closing the door with a sigh, I was instantly met with Chris' burly arms pulling me up into his arms, one of them being under my leg.

“Chris what on Earth are you doing?” I laughed, his face wearing a childish grin while he ran us both upstairs into our bedroom before collapsing us both onto our king sized bed. His breathing getting heavier as he took off his work clothes, with his hands then starting to unbutton mine.

“Hon, wait-“ I said grabbing onto his hands, his face contorted in confusion as he leant back a bit while straddling me.

“Sorry baby, ya not in the mood? That’s on me I shoulda asked, if-“ He started to ramble, so I shut him up with one hell of a kiss.

“I do want to have sex with you Chris, I jus feel like you need to know somethin beforehand”

I explained, his forehead now leaning onto mine, his lips ghosting over mine by a few centimetres.

“What is it pretty? You’re worryin your old man here” He joked now pulling me up to sit, both of us sitting facing each other on top of the comforter.

“I-I’m pregnant Chrissy” I said straight up, wanting to get the hardest part over and done with. His eyes widening and mouth falling agape, both of us just sitting in silence before he broke into a million dollar smile

“ARE YA SERIOUS? WE HAVIN ANOTHER BABY? THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER” He shouted standing up and holding his head, his eyes glossing up along with mine. “How far along are you? Have you scheduled with the Doctor? Do you need anything-“

“Chris i’m fine, i’ve seen the doctor and i’m 12 weeks along, turns out that food poisoning wasn’t actually to do with food”

“Yeah I was wonderin cause Zizi and I felt fine afterwards. Why were you so hesitant to tell me bub?” He said sitting beside me,

“W-well I guess I kept overthinking about what would have happened if we never met and it caused me to spiral-“

“Y/n shush, I guarantee that if you hadn’t have crossed my way, I woulda found a way to cross yours. What we have is true fucking love baby and no one else will ever and and no one will ever get the chance to make me feel this way ever again. Hell even in the afterlife you know i’ll chase after your sweet ass. Ya hear me?”

“Mhm I hear you”

“Ya promise?”

“I promise, I love you”

“I love you too bunny, now i’m gonna shower and afterwards we are gonna cuddle the fuck out alright”

“Okay okay i’ll be waiting here for ya” I chuckled getting up to change into one of his shirts, hearing him scuffle around the room for his necessities before hearing the bathroom door close shut.

(Chris' P.O.V)

After my shower I walked out to see my precious girl hugging onto my pillow cutely, her mouth partially open with her hair spread out behind her. With me usually sleeping in the nude (with my iron man doll) I slipped into bed beside her, scooting over to spoon her. My hands slipped up her shirt to grab onto her breasts, the perfect hand holders I say.

In response to my touch I felt her back up against me, her ass grinding against my crotch innocently, the only thing separating us was her flimsy lace underwear.

“Bunny?” I whispered into her ear, hearing her whimper back in response turning over to face me, her eyes lidded open slightly. A sleepy dazed look gracing her beautiful face.

“Hey Chrissy” She whispered with a lopsided smile on her face, moving herself to be even closer to me.

“I wanna feel you. Closer” Knowing what I meant, she kissed my lips softly, a string of saliva connecting our lips as she pulled away. She turned back around to her side to hug the pillow again, leaving me to it. With my hands once again wandering up the shirt, I let my fingers circle over her clit softly, her body twitching in the slightest when I knew she was about to cum.

“Come on baby, you can let go, I’m here with ya” Kissing the back of her ear I felt her shiver and shudder, her slickness covering my fingers as I used it for lube up her pretty hole.

“Okay baby i’m going in alright”

“Mhm o-ok” She whispered, her arm going to the back of my her head to caress my hair as I sunk into her soft pussy. Both of us breathing out in relier as I settled into her, my hands finding their way to grope her breasts once again.

“G'night bunny” I whispered giving her nipples a tug before hearing her reply with words of endearment.

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