All Is Fair~ In Faith & Falsehoods

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summary: yelena belova wants revenge for her sister and y/n is, for the first time, able to give her word to someone she cares about and so she has a new mission: kill the winter soldier. Easy, right? no absolutely not, because the more that she tries to kill bucky, the closer he is to finding the assassin he can’t stop thinking about.

you would think that someone holding a knife against your throat would be enough for you to lose interest but apparently, it’s not on either y/n’s or bucky’s book. hating each other and lying to themselves isn't really nice and neither is being chased by old enemies while they have clandestine meetings, but what can they do about it?

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10*| Chapter 11 (scheduled for a week from latest update- read early on my ko-fi!!)

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His Most Prized Possession

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

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

Word Count || 8876

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

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

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

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The Underground Lounge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bucky.”

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

“Bucky!”

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

“What!”

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

“What is it, baby?”

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

“I just really need to go pee.”

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

“No! I can go on my own.”

“Doll…”

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

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

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

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

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

“... my tight little pussy.”

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

“I’ll be right back, babe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, hello to you, stranger.”

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

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

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

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

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

Roman?

Roman?

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

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

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

“Oh, I-”

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

You gasped.

Shit. It was Bucky.

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

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

Wait?

Bucky knew him?

Oh…

Oh!

Oh, no…

He was that Roman.

Shit. Now you remember.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don't fucking move.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bucky?”

You tried in a sweet and calm voice.

Nothing.

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

“Bu-Bucky?”

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

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

“Doll…”

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

“Baby…”

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

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

“Oh, baby… come here.”

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

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

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

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

“O-ok. I-I love you t-too, Bucky.”

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

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

It's done.

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

“Is, is he d-dead?”

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

“You want me to carry you?”

“N-no, I can go on my own.”

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

“Are we not going to bed yet?”

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

What did he have to show you on the rooftop?

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

“Bucky, what are we doing here?”

“Come.”

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

“Do you see, doll?”

“See what, Bucky?”

“The city!”

“Your city, babe.”

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

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

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

“You know it, Bucky.”

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going now? More surprises?”

“We’re just going to our room.”

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

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

“Wait here, doll.”

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

“What was that all about, babe?”

“My love…”

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

What was going on?

Why was he acting so… strange?

“Yes, my dear?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky, with my life.”

“Would you do anything I ask of you?”

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

“I-I… yes.”

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

Alarmed?

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

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

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

Oh my god… it was Roman…

“B-Bucky, wha-”

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

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

“Don’t be scared, my love.”

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

“Wh-what i-is going o-on?”

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

You were all in.

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

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

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

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

“U-uh, huh.”

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

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

“Stay still, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so hungry for your cock, daddy.”

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

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

He twitched at your lewd words.

“Take all of me then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me….”

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

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

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

Holy fucking shit.

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

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

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

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

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

“Get on the bed.”

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

“Fucking gorgeous.”

“Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?”

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

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

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

“Please, Bucky,” you pathetically plead.

“You want it, baby?”

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

God, you were so needy.

“P-please.”

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

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

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

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

“O-oh…”

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

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

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

Fuck, this was hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky chuckled at your distant and fucked out state.

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

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

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

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

“I-I c-can’t.”

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

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

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

“Please, daddy, fuck me.”

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

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

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

“I’ll fuck you so good, doll.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can only let out a sound of approval.

“Good fucking girl.”

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

“I-I-I’m go….”

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

“You gonna come, baby?”

“U-uh, huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking LOOK AT IT!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

“Baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, baby…”

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

“... come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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

I've had thots about boyfriend's brother! Bucky and his wandering hands and yall are so turned on you both can't stop touching one another you're practically dry humping in front of everyone (ya know the whole hiding in plain sight)

Yeah yeah yeah boyfriend's brother! You're in a relationship but you and his brother are just like magnets. Everything is super charged between you and no matter how much you both fight it, you can't stop. There's a video I saw the other day of a man and woman on a train or bus and it's super packed so they're standing super close and all the jostling causes them to keep bumping and grinding "innocently" but it gets super hot and I just 🔥🥵

This is the boyfriend's brother bucky anon again and you're a doll😘😘 I'm feeling very shamey about myself lol cuz I absolutely despise cheating but like can't stop thinking about it? Also my sis's husband (whom I'm not attracted to at all and would never) and I have a very bro-sis goofy relationship where we fart around and whatnot... so of course my slutty self is now wondering about if he was Bucky lol. So the same like situation with sister's boyfriend/fiance/husband bucky x fem reader and I just.... fuck the THOTS won't stop🥵😶

Beautiful Nonnie, sorry this took so long. Life is 😬. Now, never feel guilty for your feelings, clearly you have no intention of acting on any of this! It's just fantasy and as long as that doesn't hurt anyone else, then it's all good. Thank you so much for sending this in, it was a challenge but I really loved it! Now let's get into it 😈

Warnings: Cheating, P in V, kissing, it got a little angsty I think but in a hot way. Also I don't know how to flirt which I think is apparent in this story 🤣

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It was game night at your boyfriend's house. You always loved it. It had been a staple for their family and ever since you had started dating him they made you feel like you belonged and you loved it.

You settled around the dining table, your boyfriend on one side, and his brother Bucky on the other. You always liked Bucky, he was charming, funny and you got on like a house on fire.

In fact you had been getting along so well that you might have started thinking about him a little too much. You really loved your boyfriend, but this thing with Bucky, the chemistry was kind of undeniable.

Drinks were flowing and you laughed along at jokes as you celebrated your wins and commiserated your losses. More often than not, Bucky had you in stitches, you leaned on his shoulder, pressed your hand on his thigh and occasionally wrapped your arms around his neck. It was just friendly banter, you loved Bucky, he was so much fun to be around and made nights like this even more enjoyable.

"Bucky, seriously your gonna make me pee" you yelled when he told a particularly hilarious joke. You jumped up and ran to the bathroom, giggling as you ran down the hall. You were in there for a little while when you heard a knock. "Occupied!" You called but it was a very persistent knock. Finally you finished up and swung open the door. "Oh! What are you doing here?" Your boyfriend swept you up in his arms and kissed you. You chuckled and tried to push him off. "Hey! We can't do it here! Everyone will know!"

You kissed him a little more but eventually he relented with a chuckle and let you go. When you returned to the table your face flushed as Bucky looked at you, his eyebrows quirking in amusement. "All good with you?" He asked and you nudged him in the ribs, "shuttup Barnes" and you sipped on your drink.

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Much later you were hanging out with Bucky in the kitchen. You were both a little tipsy and very giggly. He was telling you some stories from his childhood and you fell forward, leaning your head on his broad chest as you laughed.

He wrapped his arm around you, and as you looked up at him he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Oh" you said, looking up at him with wide eyes. His body was frozen but you didn't move from your position. Your hands were pressed on his pecs and you could feel his heart thumping in his chest. "I... Um.... So..." He stuttered and you could just blink at him.

You heard a bottle clang in the other room and a voice getting closer. You quickly separated and you went to refill your drink.

Your boyfriend came into the room, obviously missing the weird tension and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck. It felt.... Odd. "You ready for bed huh? Wanna spend some alone time with you..." He growled and you felt a little embarrassed, "Honey, shush Bucky's right there." His brother just chuckled and dragged you out of the room. You glanced back at Bucky and for the first time felt a pang of something sad in your heart.

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It was about 2am. You had snuck back down to the kitchen for some water, but also to get out of your boyfriend's room. You suddenly felt suffocated by the way you were feeling and you just needed a moment to think without his sweet face causing you to ache with guilt.

But why did you feel guilty? Yeah you liked Bucky but you didn't like him, like him. Did you? It was just a forehead kiss, which was actually a mistake, just a turn of the head. Friends kiss each other sometimes don't they? You stared out of the kitchen window feeling utterly confused when none other than Bucky walked into the room behind you.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" he mumbled and went to leave. "No wait please" you whispered and walked over to him, taking his hand and pulling him over to the table to sit down. You sat in an awkward silence for a moment as he sipped at his water.

"So, you kissed me.... That wasn't anything right? Just a drunk, friend kiss type thing." His eyes widened and he nodded, "um yeah, that was just a mistake for sure.... Like you say... A friendly kiss, between friends." You both sat there in silence for a moment. You followed his eyes, which seemed to be looking between your lips, shoulder and eyes. Your bare knees brushed against his and you both sucked in a breath.

"Well ok, that sounds fine, great even. Let's just go back to normal then" you said, patting his knee and smiling at him. He nodded, then grabbed your wrist, then dragged you forward and pulled you into a kiss.

Not a friend kiss. Not an innocent mistake kiss. A full on proper kiss.

And you didn't stop him. You moaned as his tongue explored your mouth. Your hands gripped his cheeks as his thumbs pressed into your soft thighs. It was like no kiss you'd ever had. It was gentle but breathtaking, you felt everything he was feeling and you couldn't stop. You lost your mind as you climbed into his lap, thighs straddling his as you pulled at his hair and he groaned as you ground your hips a little against him. His hands slipped under your sleep shirt and caressed your stomach and breasts.

Finally you broke the kiss to whisper his name and that brought you back down to earth. "Oh god, we can't" you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. He huffed a sigh, hands squeezing at you. "But I really want to...Fuck, look at you, I just gotta" he whispered, hands grasping your face and pulling you back to him. You grasped his face too and whined as you kissed him. Suddenly you jumped up, "no, no, no, no, Bucky. Your brother is my boyfriend. Like my boyfriend, your brother?" He rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah I fucking know, drives me crazy that he got to you first." He stood and came to a stop in front of you. "Now I have to watch you with him..." His arms gripped yours and pulled you close "....when you should be with me."

"I....I don't know what to do Buck. This is... it's wrong. I mean it feels good, but we're not those people..." As you spoke he closed the gap, pressing his body against yours, trapping you against the kitch counter. "I don't care. At least not right now. You are the girl of my dreams and you're kissin me. Shit... I can't not do this now I'm here."

You could feel his body react to you, his cock stiffening against your hips. When you didn't stop him he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder, up your neck, to your cheek and finally to your lips. You sighed and returned it, wrapping your arms around him and he lifted you to sit on the counter.

You watched as he hooked his fingers into your underwear and pulled it down. He groaned as he caught sight of your glistening folds, licking his finger before rubbing it gently over you, making you gasp and grind down on him.

You quickly pushed his boxers down, until his cock sprang free. You pulled him in to kiss you, his lips crashing into yours and your hands wrapped round his length, gently stroking him as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Can't be too loud sweetie" he whispered as you felt the fat head press against you. "But I wanna hear some noises from that pretty mouth, please?" You nodded, which turned into a loud gasp as he sunk in, stretching your walls inch by inch. You gripped his shoulders and whispered a string of curses as you both watched him bottom out.

"Fuck, better than I imagined" he groaned and wasted no time dragging his hips back before slamming back into you again. Your whole body shook as he fucked you, your guilt being eaten away by his passion. The way his kissed you so perfectly. The way your body reacted to every touch so eagerly. How good he made you feel, everytime you were with him. You clung tighter, never wanting it to stop as he peppered kisses on to your neck. You whined quietly into his skin, "Bucky, please, god please make me come" you whimpered, the pressure in your tummy building as his thrusts became faster and harder. He pulled back and he moved his hand down to rub at your bundle of nerves. The effect almost instantaneous, as you fell back on the counter, hand over your mouth as you clenched and spasmed around him.

Quickly he pulled out and groaned and he came over your pussy, as if to mark it as his. He slipped his dick back inside you, helping you ride your own wave until you were panting and shuddering under his actions. He finally pulled out and helped you to sit up straight then off the counter to standing, although your legs felt like jelly.

He kissed you again, lingering as you brushed your fingers through his hair. "Goodnight Bucky" you whispered and grabbed your underwear before heading back to your boyfriend's room.

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Next morning you joined everyone at breakfast, the jovial mood from the night before seemed to have remained which you were relieved of. Bucky hadn't appeared yet.

Your boyfriend kissed you when you sat down next to him and you smiled at him. Just as you tucked into your pancakes Bucky appeared, greeting everyone, including you as normal. Things were fine until your boyfriend said, "oh Buck, you live in Brooklyn now right? My girls got a conference in the city next week, do you think she could stay with you for a couple of nights?"

Your eyes widened for a moment as you glanced at Bucky, a big grin breaking out on his face. "Sure, I can't see what would be wrong with that."

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