Vinnie ❤️’s Boobs|V.H.

Hi! How about 42 with Ari Levinson? 😏

Pairing: Ari Levinson x black!reader

Word Count: 460

Prompt: Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

You drop the magazine you’re reading to your lap and pull your sunglasses down your nose. A smirk crosses your lips as you watch the muscles of Ari’s back flex with his movements. You should be helping, but the sun and the nice breeze and the crash of the ocean in the short distance called your name a lot louder than the paint buckets. You continue to watch as he stretches out to apply a fresh coat of paint to the outside of your new resort. His muscles ripple underneath the sun, the natural light accentuating every curve and dip of his beautiful body.

You throw the magazine to the side and stand, your toes sinking into the warm sand. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle, laughing as he jumps from your sudden presence. You drop your lips right between his shoulder blades and pepper quick kisses along his back as you cup his chest in your hands.

“If you’re not going to help, you need to sit back down.” He chides, “I wanna finish this.”

“I’m. not. Doing. Anything.” You say between each kiss, dragging your nails down his chest and stomach

You swing around him, slipping in between him and the wall and smile brightly as he shakes his head in disappointment. You laugh, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling your face to his neck. He jumps again as your cool lips meet his skin, this time pulling a laugh from him. You drag your lips down his hairy chest and peck at his nipple, laughing as his laugh grows louder and fuller.

“Stop it.” He laughs as he squirms, “Stop!”

You drag your fingers down his sides, your nails scratching his skin as you swirl your tongue around his pink nipple. You bite down and he yelps, dropping his hands to your sides to squeeze you. He pushes you against the wall and pushes your chin up with his knuckles only to find a large smile on your face. He kisses you deeply, stealing the air right out of your lungs as he pushes his lower half in between your legs.

He lifts you effortlessly and places each of your long legs around his waist before sliding his hands to your ass. You push his face in between your breasts as he walks the two of you inside, hissing as his tongue slides down your cleavage. You don’t even know why he tries to fight you anymore. You always win this little game of yours.

“I just want you to know,” He starts, tossing you to the bed and dropping his little green shorts from his waist, “I let you win.”

“Uh huh,” You wink, “Sure you did, Ari.”

THE EVE OF A CRUEL ANGEL'S THESIS MASTERLIST

In one of the biggest cases of treason faced by the biggest mobsters in America, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had to make sacrifices to keep their empire, chosing it over you.

Ten years later, you were back and it was only fair for you to get you share of the cake you'd help make.

This tower was built on your grave and you'd either be taking it for yourself, or you'd watch it burn. Only fate would decide on that.

after you kill me my loves... bury me in a pile of salt fresh from the sea and never seek for me again.

because the moment you turn around, looking for the woman you once loved unconditionally, this woman will be replaced by the ghost of her.

and she will have a gun pointed to your head.

CHAPTER 1 : THE THREAT OF THE HURRICANE

CHAPTER 2 : THE CLICHE OF THE DECEASED WIFE

CHAPTER 3 : A GAME OF CHESS

(devider by @firefly-graphics)

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Paring:Klausmikaelson×reader reader!wife×Klausmikaelson

Warning:fluff,kisses and short story again.

Summary: Klaus wants to have a lazy morning with his wife but forgets about the twins that interrupt them.(You're hope moms and you had also a twin boy with her.)

You were laying next to your husband as he was still sleeping. He haven't had a quiet moment for himself for week and this is the calmest you have seem him in a long time.

The side only you're allowed to see.

Being married to the most dangerous creature on earth was more shocking at him than you.

"Staring is creepy." Klaus said without opening his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at him. "It's not if you're my husband. "

He sigh before opening his eyes and staring right back at you. You tried not to laugh at that and leand at him foreheads touching.

You blinked which made you groan and fell at your side of bed hearing Klaus chuckled behind you.

You turned to face him ,faces inches away from each other. "Why didn't wake me up?" he said knowing for sure you've been wake for a while.

"I didn't want to wake you up ,you deserve some peace and quite for saving everyone in this family." you said simply not really paying attention for that,his morning voice hitted different every time.

He was looking at you with admire the simple words from made his heart feel more alive every time you do that.

He smiled at you."God,I love you."He leand in to kiss you before you spoke again." Well,I hope so or this marriage would be awkward."

"Just stop talking." He grabbed you from your waist and turned you around at his side for bed. He was over you before attacking your neck with kisses.

You melt under him even in some places his beard made you giggle. You pull him for a kiss and his lips crashed at yours and you both felt like you could stay like that forever.

You felt his hands around your body that made the kiss even more heat it.

Than you heard a knock at the door which made you pull away that left Klaus with a groan. "What?" he said slightly annoyed . "Mommy can I come in?" your 5 years old son voice was heard.

Klaus looked at you with fear that you're actually letting him in. "Y/n no,no,please-" he tried but didn't matter."Come in!" You said and found funny your husband face when the two twins walked in and jumped at your bed.

You laughed at your children who laid between you and their dad. Than you feel Klaus from behind you "I'm gonna get you back for this" he whispered at your ear.

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A/n: I really hope you guys like this. If you have any requests you could ask .The Vampire Diaries and The Originals,any character.

I’m sorry to hear about your interrupted morning 😩 if you’re looking for requests, I absolutely adore your stucky x reader fics and your smut is just *chefs kiss* 👀

Thank you so much Katie! So this is how I wish my morning went...I am so happy to share it with you too <3

Morning Sex || Stucky

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, double penetration, cream pie, pure filth and nothing else WC: ~850

main masterlist || bucky masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hiii ❤️ oh dear, its so hot here currently,  which brought me to an idea that I would happily request. A Bucky Barnes one where the avengers (including the fem. reader) are having a day off and enjoy the time at the pool. Buck and her keep playing with the water and tease each other (they have a crush on each other tho) and the others start making bets on you to finally make a move. Then Buck does something mean like throwing her in the water but she pulls him with her and they end up kissing or smth?  I hope this is not weird and maybe you want to write something like that 😊😊 I'd appreciate this very much (and it would make my bday today a looot sweeter)

Sweet Nonnie!!! I am so so sorry I missed this yesterday for your birthday!! I hope you had a beautiful day 🎉 Consider this a birthday present to make it last a little longer!

I ever so slightly changed the end but I hope it still tickles your pickle 👉🏻🥒 a beautiful request from a beautiful soul!

If you would like to make a request, hit me up baby 💌

Warnings: A tiny bit of blood, but nothing awful I promise. Fluff and flirting 🍹

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There were some perks to being an Avenger, and today with the world too hot to start a war, you and the rest of your team mates were able to enjoy the hospitality of Tony and his pool. That was a great perk.

Another perk of a day like this was you got to spend a day messing around with Bucky. A shirtless Bucky no less. A tanned, dripping Bucky. Nat had slapped your arm at least four times to stop you from staring, but honestly it was so hard not to look.

For your part, you did your best to return the favour to him. You had donned your cutest bikini, a big floppy hat and some pretty sandals. Your eyes flashed to him when you walked along the poolside and stopped at a lounger directly opposite him, just to check he was looking. He was.

You then spent a stupidly long time applying sunscreen. You made a subtle show of spreading your legs to apply the stuff to your thighs, massaging your boobs and sighing as you did so. Another quick glance showed he was watching. You smiled slightly and lay back, hoping for a little tan and a little bit more maybe?

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After a while you were bored of lounging and the cool water beckoned you. It took you a little while to wade in and in that time Bucky and Steve had decided to canonball into the water, causing you to shriek as the cold water splashed you.

Finally you lunged forward and managed to get a few lengths in before their horseplay stopped you. Steve managed to convince Wanda to join and play 'Chicken Fight' against you and Bucky. He didn't even give you a chance to decide before he was lifting you up on his shoulders, firm hands squeezing your thighs.

Steve raised his eyebrows at the move but said nothing as Wanda was gearing up to knock you down. You put up a good fight but you were pretty sure she used some of her powers to send you and Bucky sinking. As you attempted to resurface you felt his arms grab your waist and pull you to the surface until you were suddenly face to face. After some trash talk you had another go, then another, then another. You spent a good part of an next hour falling into the water, only occasionally managing to topple the young witch.

All the while Bucky's hands squeezed at your thighs, ran his hands along your soft skin, while you stroked your fingers along his cheek, held his hands and even very occasionally squeezed your thighs around his head. But that was only because of the game. Nothing more. Promise.

Eventually Steve and Wanda got tired of beating you both and left. You and Bucky remained. "Bucky let me down" you giggled and he turned his head, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, "You sure about that sweetie?" And you huffed which suddenly turned into a scream when he threw you backwards. You emerged spluttering and proceeded to splash Bucky as much as you could in retaliation.

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"Can you believe those two?" Sam muttered over a cocktail, planting himself next to Nat on a sun lounger. "I know, it's so cute it's sickening" she replied. They both watched as you and Bucky flirted with each other. You had sat on the pool edge, Bucky leaning his arms on your thighs. "It's the puppy eyes that does it for me" said Sam as Nat hummed in agreement.

"10 bucks he kisses her first" Nat said, reaching out for Sam's hand. "I'll take that bet, he's a goddam wuss, she'll do it first."

When your teeth started chattering you decided it was time to get out and warm up poolside. You both retreated to your loungers opposite each other and shared a small smile as you towled down.

"Have fun?" Nat said suggestively and you chuckled "Uh huh, very nice." You laid down and closed your eyes letting the sun warm you up.

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"Bucky DON'T"

You heard Nat's voice which woke you from your doze, but before you really opened your eyes you were shocked when ice cold water splashed all over your hot body. You screamed as your eyes met Bucky's, standing over you with a little bucket in his hand.

"You jerk!!!" You squealed jumping off the lounger and running after him as he fled around the edge. As you chased him you slipped on the wet tiles and fell, your knee making a horrible thud as you landed on it.

You groaned as you rolled over and winced at the bloody knee. Suddenly Bucky was kneeling at your side, "Shit Doll, I'm so sorry! Fuck, are you ok?"

"It's ok Buck, just a graze" you grimaced and tried to stand. He swatted your arms and scooped you up and carried you into the kitchen, placing you on the counter as he searched around for a first aid kit.

"Hey, Buck, honestly I'm ok" you chuckled as he slammed doors until he found it. You watched his face as he cleaned your cut and applied a plaster. You grabbed his hand, "Youu there?" You said and he finally looked at you. "Sorry, just.... I was messing around, didn't mean for you to get hurt sweetie."

You smiled, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. " You wanna make it up to me?" He cocked an eyebrow and smiled at you, "Ok?" You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. "Kiss it better?"

As Bucky's lips connected with yours a large whoop came from outside and you giggled as the gang clapped and dispersed, Nat holding out her hand to Sam. You turned back to Bucky and smiled, before pulling him back into a much longer kiss.

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Pairing || woc!reader X chris evans

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Summary || how’s the live of chris evans with his wife and kids is going.

Warning || smut, minors DNI, pregnancy, with each fics there’s an individual warning but these are for the whole au’s.

Genera || fluff, smut

Author note || hey!, since everyone loved ‘Twenty valentines day and more to go’, I decided to make it into an au’s. So i hope everyone would read it and like it!, Send me requests!!!

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Twenty valentines day and more to go.

One of the kids walks in on you and chris

The paparazzi bothers you and the kids

Chris is having a bad day

Marcus Logan Evans

Cravings

Ice cream

Chocolate cake

A caring husband

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birthday boy | vinnie hacker

warnings: smut, nsfw, degrading, praise kink, nipple play, spitting, oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, underage drinking

vinnie’s cheeks started to hurt from how much he had been smiling. it was a sight for sore eyes truly. his beautiful pearly whites and protruding dimples, that made your heart swoon. his eyes were glazed over in a drunken haze, with a small smirk supporting his features. blonde curls were messily disheveled due to you running your fingers through them most of the night. vinnie was happy, he had reunited with his friends from seattle and flew in a few to spend the week with him, not to forget all his LA friends were there as well. when he caught a glimpse of his family he was ecstatic. it was something you never wanted to miss out on. the way his skin crinkled by his eyes and a light shade of red dusted the apples of his cheeks, but he blamed it on the heat which only made you roll your eyes at the blonde. always trying to keep his carefree and emotionless persona when he did in fact care and was a very sensitive guy, especially when it came to family and you. as the sky got darker the crowd got louder. everyone was hanging onto to one another mostly because they were wasted of their asses and couldn’t walk straight but also because it was a good night with good vibes.

bright lights shined it’s way into vinnie’s line of vision as everyone sang happy birthday to him. but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. the way the candles illuminated your features. eyes so bright and full of life as he could see his reflection staring back at him. vinnie felt as if it was just the two of you in the room and all time had come to a halt. your smile was so big, vinnie almost dropped to his knees, it was his biggest weakness when it came to you. the way you were so effortlessly beautiful and your big smile was always passed on to someone else. he caught a look in your eyes that held mischief. when you mouthed to him if he wanted you to throw the cake on him he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. nodding his head, as the song came to an end you launched the rather heavy customized rx7 cake at his face. the crowd roared as your smile only grew. the rush of adrenaline in your chest was at an all time high. as vinnies head bounced back from the force of the cake he immediately supported a big grin. a different array of colored icings covered his face and hair. the curls flattened to his forehead and dripping with the delicious treat. his eyes focused on you and he kept that familiar smirk on his face. you knew what this meant and you somehow didn’t find any means to fight it. "come here." pulling you in by your neck, vinnie pulled you in for a sticky but also very tasty kiss. the cheers only got louder as you two kissed, everyone making sure to capture it for their stories. pulling back your hair was now matted down and your lips were sticky. vinnie’s hands grasped at your cheeks softly rubbing your cheekbones. his thumb moved down to swipe at your bottom lip and then slowly lift it into his mouth, sucking off the remains. your heart beat in your chest so loud you swore everyone could hear it. the pit of your tummy felt like it was going to explode and your face became so hot you felt like you were standing in the middle of a fire pit, swarmed with orange and yellow flames.

as people began to come up to vinnie he let go of your face, to give hugs and handshakes. the music had made its way back in full blast and more drinks were brought out. caps of beer bottles and empty trulys littered the yard. whoever had to clean that tomorrow you felt sorry for. a warm hand on your lower back caught your attention as you jumped. "relax baby it’s me, here i brought you a drink." looking down at the drink of choice you couldn’t help but shake your head. there in his tight grip around the neck of the bottle was a modelo, classic vinnie. "i got you your favorite." grabbing the cold refrigerated beer out of his hand you took a look at him all smiley and glowing. "baby this is your favorite not mine." "yeah you’re right but that’s all that was left." clinking the glass against the birthday boys the night went on and more alcohol was consumed. your vision was slightly hazy and you couldn’t exactly walk straight but neither could vinnie. he played round after round in beer pong and the effects were catching up to him now. his wandering hands having a mind of their own as they squeezed at your sides. not many people took any notice to vinnie’s handsy behavior but some did. shouting out little "get it vinnie"s, which at any given day you would scold that person to no end. but to be honest your brain was like a peanut right now and your attention span wasn’t long, already forgetting about it as soon as his hands drifted lower.

people began to bid their goodbyes to you and vinnie, making sure to wish him a happy birthday again. each time the same cheesy smile appeared on vinnie’s face. he always loved his birthday, the one day he actually allowed himself to be the center of attention, even though you tried to do that everyday. stubborn vinnie wouldn’t let you, but today on a beautiful lightly breezy but still warm summer night on july fourteenth he allowed you to.

walking hand and hand to the car that alex decided to be the designated driver of, you both slid in the back, glued to each other’s hips. his tattooed hand grabbed at your warm exposed thigh as he rubbed the area back and fourth only going higher each time. you felt your stomach pool with arousal. turning your head to vinnie, you grabbed at his jaw and pulled him to meet your eyes. "happy birthday my love." a soft smile etched its way onto his face as he leaned in to kiss you. leaning his forehead on yours his eyes bore into yours, sending each other love signals. "thank you angel, wouldn’t want to spend the day with anyone else." pushing back his curls from his eyes you move closer to where your noses are touching. "i can’t wait to give you your present." confusion laced his features and his brown orbs searched your face for some sort answer, when he found no clues he moved back a mere few centimeters. "what do you mean? you already gave me a present when i first woke up." he wasn’t wrong, you did in fact smother his face with kisses and bring him his all time favorite breakfast in bed, as a big present sat at the end of the bed. his eyes widened as he eyed the bag and you giggled like a little kid on christmas morning, and the gift wasn’t even for you. but just treating him like the king he is made you filled with joy. "open it." grabbing the big present wrapped immaculately might i say, vinnie found himself smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. "i hope it’s a life sized y/n to have when you’re not here." giving his shoulder a shove you giggled at his dumb remark. "what my hand doesn’t exactly do any justice." "vinnie!" your cheeks heat up and you buried your face in your hands.

"but this present only you can see." this peaked his interest and it didn’t take much to draw interest when he was this drunk. leading the way into the bedroom, the lights were dimmed and vinnie got the hint immediately. pushing him to sit down you moved to straddle his lap. his rough fingertips pulled you in by your neck as his soft supple lips met yours. your wet muscles danced together, sucking on his tongue, he groaned into your mouth. a mess of teeth clashing and lip biting, your breathing got heavier. whimpers spilled from your throat and got swallowed by his as he slowly pushed you back and fourth to grind on his clothed cock. the friction was delicious and you had to disconnect your lips and get a breather. vinnie took this as a silent invitation to mark you up, he brought his plump lips to your neck. biting and grazing the skin. leaving dark wine colored bruises about the column of your throat. your head lolled back, his lips becoming more greedy. "look at you getting yourself off on my lap, so fucking needy." abruptly vinnie pushed you off his lap, your ass hitting the amber toned wood with a thump. "now suck my dick you filthy whore." your mouth watered at his choice of words. pulling down the fabric from his hips, his dick stood tall and proud. angry red tip leaking precum just waiting to be tasted. tentatively leaning forward the tip of your tongue swiped at his slit, his salty taste flooding your senses. flattening out your tongue you lick a bold stripe up the side of his cock, feeling the bulging veins and curve of his mushroomed tip. impatiently, vinnie grabs a fist full of your hair and pushes you forward, his dick hitting your cheek, leaving the traces of your saliva behind. "stop fucking around before i shove my dick so far down your throat you won’t be able to breathe." aggrsively he grabs at your hair again, pulling you forward once more, this time your open mouth catching his tip. hollowing out your cheeks, you begin to deep throat him. the muscles of your throat closing in on his cock giving him an ungodly squeez, leaving him trembling. using your head as his own gearshift he becomes relentless. black tears stain your face from your makeup running and drool dribbles down your chin and onto his balls. your gags echo the room but you don’t want him to stop. the burn in your throat feels too good and his intoxicating taste you would drink for hours on end if you could. "so fucking pretty with my cock in between your lips." moaning on his cock vinnie releases your hair and you begin to control your movements now. pushing down so far, his pubic hair that he shaved three days ago pricks at your nose. adding your hand to the mix vinnie’s eye widen, if he wasn’t going to last long before he sure as hell wasn’t going to now. twisting your hand, it slides easily as it is lubricated with your spit. your mouth focuses on his tip, the swirling of your tongue tracing every inch of him. "so good fuck, i’m gonna cum down your slutty little throat." lifting your eyes to his you hum letting him know you were ready. his eyes roll back and his head falls back between his shoulders, with a stutter of his hips he’s spilling his load into your mouth. your tongue catching and savoring every drop of his nectar. vinnie has to physically pull your head off or else you could keep going. "you need to stop that shit." pointing his finger in your face you teasingly suck it into your mouth, as if to show him you’re not scared of a little punishment. pulling back his finger from the warm confines of your mouth he grabs at your jaw with force. "i’m not fucking playing with you." vinnie spits rather harshly on your face, his saliva falling between your eyes. "i’m sorry, you just taste so good." you practically moan out to him and he looks at you over his shoulder, your words going straight to his cock. never has he ever met someone who finds pleasure in sucking dick let alone to keep doing it after someone finishes.

"come here." standing up, vinnie gives you his discarded tee to wipe off his spit. vinnie then grabs you by the back of your neck connecting your lips once more. his free hand roams your figure stopping at the zipper of your dress. "take this off for me, yeah?" nodding rapidly you immediately step out of the silk and all your undergarments. vinnie doesn’t make any effort to keep his roaming eyes at bay, simply drinking you in. "so fucking beautiful." a deep blush litters your face. vinnie bends his head down, his messy curls tickling your face as he kisses each breast. your hardened buds inviting to his warm mouth. vinnie grabs your boobs in his massive hands and pushes them together, kissing and sucking everywhere his mouth can reach. he squeezes at them loving how soft they feel in his palms. "one day i’m gonna fuck your tits baby." softly one of his hands trails down your stomach to the vixen between your thighs. your slick coating his fingers as he spreads your labia swiping through your mess. "who made you this wet?" with trembling legs, it was hard to keep yourself on your feet, your small hands clutching at his biceps. "you vinnie, all you. you always make me this wet." "mmm now tell me how bad you want it." his thumb and forefinger catch your clit and he begins to roll it between his two fingers. in circular motions he rubs slowly at your clit, your nails only digging into his biceps harder. the half crescent moon shapes covering the skin, some slightly breaking through the skin as little specks of red line the marks. "please vinnie, fuck me like the filthy whore i am, i’ve been waiting all day like a good girl please vin, please baby i need it so bad." almost on the verge of tears, leaving vinnie satisfied with your pathetic pleas.

scooping you into his defined arms he throws you on the bed, you instinctively opening your legs. your glistening pussy staring back at him. "look at you, so fucking pathetic, opening your legs like a whore." vinnie spit directly on your pussy and you moan loud, your own volume surprising you. grabbing at his dick, he smacks it against your pussy lips. he then brings the head between your open legs, smearing his tip through your slick, coating his dick. you whine at his teasing and he looks at you sternly. "shut your fucking mouth before i put something in there." your lips were then tightly closed as he brought his tip to your tiny hole. swirling the head a few times testing your limits, vinnie pushes in stretching you open. your velvety walls suck him in and vinnie bites hard at his swollen bottom lip to keep his composure. the squelching sounds in the room only feeding his ego, that he made you this wet. as your juices coated more of his cock you legs opened wider to frame his body between them. picking up speed his balls slapped against the mounds of your ass and a mix of profanities and moans slipped passed your mouth. beads of sweat gathered at the nape of vinnie’s beck and his body glistened in the dim lighting. your nails scratched at his back, red nail marks imprinting the skin. "shut the fuck up bitch." shoving his fingers into your mouth to muffle your cries, vinnie continued to show no mercy. from your suffocating silky walls hugging his cock perfectly to your burning thighs from how wide you had them it was all too good. grabbing your neck in his free hand vinnie stares down at your red face with tears coating the skin. you looked like such a mess for him but you were his perfect mess. "i’m gonna cum in this tight little cunt. you want that? you want my kids? you’d love that wouldn’t you such a dirty bitch for me hmm." removing his coated fingers from your throat you breath in through your mouth loudly, still having trouble with the blocked air flow from his hand around your throat. squeezing the sides with force waiting for you to turn purple. the familiar burn crept up the pit of your stomach and your pussy fluttered around his cock. groans poured out of vinnie’s mouth, the squeezing of you around his dick having his head spin.

"cum sweetheart, i know you’re right there." your eyes rolled back and you came undone around him, your orgasm triggering his own. his warm load coated your walls in white, coming out in spurts. as he reached his high. the feeling of you being so full had you crying out in pleasure. "yes, always fill me up so good." landing on top of you chest to chest sticking to each other you both laugh completely spent and not expecting to have had the energy in yourselves to last that long. raking your nails through his blonde locks vinnie felt himself become sleepy. his eyelashes layed softly against his cheekbones as you pressed a kiss to his head. "did you enjoy your birthday handsome?" "best birthday ever." his voice came out raspy and laced with sleep as you softly giggled at the big baby in your arms. his rough dominant demeanor always quick to change after sex and especially when cuddles and cockwarming was involved. "happy birthday baby sweet dreams."

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Tell Me You Love Me

"I. Hate. You!" She screams at me. Her eyes are wide with tears and her cheeks red with anger. I hate her too. But I don't. I never would. Hate went out the window a long time ago. Because somewhere between the sex and the fighting, I fell in love with this girl. This wild, spit fire of a girl who could give Kie a run for her money. A girl who could fight better than me. Hustle better than me. Surf better than me. A girl who didn't need anyone. And now she was stuck with me.

She turns to leave but I catch her arm then I block the smack she sends for my cheek. Always a fight. I tackle her down to the grass, pinning her with my body and her hands above her head. She opens her mouth to scream profanities and I seize the moment to kiss her, plunging my tongue in her mouth just how she likes and I feel the moment she starts to turn into mush. I let go of her hands and she brings me closer by the collar of my shirt, kissing me like it's her air to breathe. I don't have a condom but I can't bring myself to stop.

Her shorts come off and suddenly I'm pressing into her bare, her legs wrapped around my waist. This is why I've never fucked anyone without a condom because this is dangerous. This feels too good to go without. A temptation that'll wreck your whole world. And fuck, I can't stop. I come down on top of her, our lips gliding over each other as I fuck her slow and hard. She yanks up my shirt so she can claw at my back and I slap a hand over her mouth to silence her.

It's dark and no one is around but the last thing we need is for Shoupe to catch us.

I dig my knees into the grass, knowing I've reached that sweet spot inside her when her cries get more and more high pitched behind my hand. She's trembling as I fuck her through her orgasm, speeding up as I chase my own.

"I love you." I say, thrusting harder as her eyes widen while digging her nails into my shoulders. "I know I shouldn't but I do. I love you." I grunt as I feel my balls tighten and my dick starts to swell. She slaps at my chest, angry that I said it. I said the L word.

I move my hand to her hip, gripping them both as I fuck her savagely.

"You promised." She cries, throwing her head back against the grass.

"I know. I'm sorry." I growl. I feel it. I'm about to explode. She's sucking me in so hard. I want her to say it back. Tell me you love me.

"You have to pull out. I don't want you to but you have to." Her hands fist the grass, her back arching as another climax hits her and I have to yank free. I tug myself once and I spew all over her stomach, running down the hood of her pussy. I groan, my body shuddering as I sink back onto my heels. God, what a beautiful sight. Her spread and wet, unable to catch her breath as my cum runs down her pussy lips.

"Say it back." I demand, quickly forcing two fingers inside her clenching little cunt before she can sit up. She drops back down on the grass, her legs dropping back open.

"JJ." She whimpers, trailing her hand down to rub her clit but I smack it away.

"Say it back." I demand again, slowing my movements when she starts to clench down on me.

"Please, JJ. I can't!" She whines, grinding herself against me to try and take her own release.

"Say it or I'll stop. I swear to fucking god I'll stop. Say it!" I shout but even I know she won't. My chest swells painfully and I know she'll never say those words to me. She was afraid. I pump my fingers harder, growing angrier and she cries out loudly. At this point I don't give a fuck if anyone catches us. Let them see how desperate I make her.

"I-I'm gonna— oh fuck— oh—." She trails off, eyes rolling back as I slip in a third finger and she clenches down on me so hard I can hardly move as she cums. Her hips bow off the grass and she squirts all over my hand and onto my shorts. I keep going until she screams, yanking away from me and rolling over to crawl away. I want to chase her and make her do that again but reality sets in. She doesn't love me.

I lean back on my heels, tossing her shorts at her as I take deep, angry breaths.

"You're just like everyone else. You use me and I let you." I get to my feet as she dresses herself.

"JJ, stop. Please." Tears fill her eyes as she takes a step towards me. Who was this girl? She didn't cry? What did she have to be sad over?

"Trust me, I wish I didn't love you. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier if you were just a fuck. I wish I hated you."  I turn away, heading back towards my dirt bike, ignoring her sobs as my heart broke for the last time.

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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