Steve

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Doll

Stucky x Reader

Bodyguard AU

Summary: Your father hires two men to watch over you when his business becomes dangerous. You have no idea that your new bodyguards will change your life forever.

Chapters:

Part 1 - The beginning -  You are full of surprises, and your new bodyguards don’t know what to think about you.

Part 2 - Going for a ride - You and your bodyguards get to know each other better.

+Puppy love -  Just a pleasant day at the shelter.

+Day off -  You entertain your guards even on their day off.

+Party -  You are tired of parties and fake smiles.

Part 3 - Too far -  You went too far this time.

Part 4 - Punishment -  Your bodyguards teach you a lesson. /+18

Part 5 - Deal -  You talk with your bodyguards about what happened.

+First Date -  Your date makes an unexpected turn. /+18

Part 6 - Cabin in the woods -  You and your bodyguards getaway for the weekend.

+Home - You are getting tired of your life.

Part 7 - Now or never  - You are ready to do something for yourself even if you have to say goodbye to people you love.

+A beginning - The life is full of surprises.

Perfect

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

Warnings | cockwarming, daddy kink I guess?

Word count | 478

Summary | lazy evenings with your boys after sex

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You okay, princess?" Steve murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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Chris Evans

About: You realize that you and Chris have a special way to resolve and forget problems.

Note: 18+ (I think) Not very descriptive (idk how to write smut). Still read at your own risk. 

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Soldat

Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time? And what happens when reader is captured by Hydra and The Winter Soldier, again. Can she make Soldat remember her or is her life with Steve just a slow fading memory now?

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

ma'am pls elaborate :)

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

winter soldier in bed

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

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

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

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

“Who do you belong to, bunny?”

“You, Soldat.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Taste of Summer

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

Pairing: Mean DBF!Ari x reader

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

Word count: 2.4k

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

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

Ari Levison. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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carry you masterlist

Your world is ripped away from you, turned to dust after the snap. You turn to the only person who could possibly understand what it’s like to love and lose Bucky Barnes.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three**

Chapter Four**

Chapter Five**

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven**

Chapter Eight

**indicates nsfw 18+

Their Doll Masterlist - Complete

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Prequel Series Our Doll

series synopsis | y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing

A/n | The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

*=contains smut

So it begins | Backing Up | Training | Y/n Stark | Throw a Punch* | Richeous and Condecending | Helping Hand | Let me in | you love him* | The Mission | silent scream | home again | Thump | Sweetheart* | Bucky | Distractions and Sex* | He loves You | hickies and dinners | Our Doll*

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Heartless / Vinnie Hacker

Author: since y’all liked the idea of fuckgirl!reader here it is

Summary: love is painful especially when you’re not loved back

Warnings: angst, 18+, smut, NSFW content, bit of degrading, do not read if you’re not comfortable with this

I took the pic from @itsmeemilyjame , hope it’s not a problem, if so I’ll delete it immediately

A heartbreak changes a person. It does. All it take are a really damaged heart, which used to love too much for this world and someone who’s willing to rip it into pieces. That is what had happened to you, you stored your love in the wrong hands, you gave it all to someone who didn’t deseve it, who just threw it in the garbage and used you, someone who didn’t care about your well being, who only controlled. A damaged heart becomes eventually a stone cold heart. You had refused love after, you never gave yourself a chance to fall for somebody else ever again, shut yourself in and forgot what love actually was. You begamìn to hook up, meaningless sex was the solution to any of your problems. At least that was what you thought, you let strangers touch your body because that was your way to claim your own body, in a really twisted way. You didn’t care if they caressed your body if they couldn’t establish a mental connection. You had the power. All those hook ups gave you power, strenght, confidence. You had never felt more confident in your own skin, but deep inside you were rottening, drowning. Most people glared at you when you walked by, whispered, giggled but you had learnt not to care. They knew nothing about you. However your own behaviour had affects on other people, the ones around you, close to you. You didn’t think such silly decisions could actually matter to someone, but they did.

“I told you she wasn’t dead! You owe me fifty bucks, bro.” Jaden stated as you left the bedroom and stepped in the kitchen. You had a really bad headache, your throat was dry, you felt exhausted. You frowned as you saw Anthony sigh and hand him the money. You walked past by a mirror and took a look of yourself: your hair was ruffled, black bags under your eyes, make up ruined and the sweatshirt you were wearing was most definitely not yours. You essentially looked terrible. You had woken up feeling a heavy weight on your chest and saw a mass of platinum blonde hair next to you. Trevor. No, Paul. Nono, Kyle. You didn’t even make an effort to remember his name as you stood up, pushing his arm off your body and getting dressed with what you could find in the messy room. You just hoped he’d leave soon.

“You guys are horrible. How was it, though?” Jeffrey asked you seeking for some gossip. You laughed as you sat down after grabbing a bowl and pouring some milk in it with cereals. You remembered almost everything from the previous night, since you had only smoked. Your headache was probably due to the small hours of bad sleep. The boys gathered around you, looking at you curious. You wouldn’t have given in this time. They could get even more gossipy than old ladies. You cracked a smile feeling four pairs of eyes on you.

“Okay okay…- you finally gave up- I’d give him a six out of ten. Just thanks to his fingers.” you giggled as they all gasped. They loved hearing all about your sex life for some weird reason, always asking tons of questions after hook ups. Before they could ask any further someone stepped inside the kitchen, Vinnie was scratching the back of his head as he entered the room, his eyes still half closed. Everyone clapped their hands so you frowned. Did something happen that you didn’t know about? He blushed and grabbed the milk.

“Soo? Did you and Becca..?” Jaden asked him. Last night you had hosted a small party, close friends only. And close friend of close friends. You had lost out of sight most of your friends after the first hour and stumbled on the platinum blonde boy who didn’t revive your night as much as you hoped to. Vinnie blushed even harder as he leant against the counter.

“No… She was drunk, I called her a uber after she threw up in the pool.” he explained and you scrunched your nose. You hated throwing up at parties, it always ruined your nights, that was why you smoked weed most of the time, especially when Aaron was around, you were a dynamic duo together, being each other’s wingman when needed to or fake partner when receiving unwanted attentions. Everyone sighed, it seemed like Vinnie and Becca had this thing going on for awhile, you didn’t know though. “Next time, bro, next time.” Jeffrey reassured him but the curly haired boy didn’t seem to care too much. He shot you a glance as you looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Before any of you added anything someone else stepped in the kitchen: Kyle. He coughed to catch your attention. Did he want you to kiss him goodbye?

“Oh… It was nice meeting you, Kyle.” you faked a smile as you ate your cereals in peace. The others pretended to be doing anything else but overhearing your conversation. Kyle stood there like an idiot for a couple seconds looking at you. “Uhm… It’s Kian actually…- he corrected you and you smiled, he knew he would have never seen you again after last night- So… Uhm can I get your number or something?” he genuinely asked you. You heard Jordan almost burst into laugh. Everyone knew about your no strings attached rule. You finished up your cereals, giving the poor guy an apologetic smile.

“Uhm… Something. By the way the front door has a couple of issues with the doorknob so push hard, unlike last night. Bye.” you smiled and put your bowl in the sink. Kian gasped and insulted you under his breath as he did the walk of shame towards the door. Anthony was already cracking up, before the guy could even leave the place you called him, “Oh and Kyle- he turned around confused and mad. You stripped out of his white sweatshirt as you covered your breast with one arm- Here’s your sweater, thanks.” you winked at him and threw the clothing item at him who caught it on time and slammed the door behind him. Everyone bursted into laughter as you turned around. Vinnie blinked twice and realized you were standing there in just your undies so he quickly got rid of his shirt and hand it to you. You turned around and put it on.

“Thank you, sir.” you winked at him as you walked back to your room, the boys still laughing their asses off as he couldn’t stop staring at the spot you were just standing in a few seconds ago. The boldness, the confidence, the coldness, the attitude you had pulled off just drove him insane. Jordan noticed him standing him there like an idiot speechless. He knew. Well almost everyone knew Vinnie liked you. No matter how hard he tried, he never managed to provoke a reaction but nothing. He hoped Becca could make you jealous but you didn’t even know what they were talking about. You didn’t even who she was nor seemed to be interested in finding out. 

Another week passed by and you were pretty busy with work and your family, so you were rarely home, unless it was night. The boys didn’t even have to come and check in your room that you had gotten back sometimes, they could hear just fine you were home since you brought back someone new every other day. Almost all of them had gotten used to this, the first few times they’d make fun of you but then they didn’t even hear it anymore. Everyone except for Vinnie, you were the reason he’d go to sleep so late at night. He couldn’t bear your moans, groans, screams. Not that hearing you moan out of pleasure bothered him, but knowing some other guy was pleasing you in the same he could have had just drove him crazy. So he’d hang out by the pool until two in the morning, writing on his little journal. Sometimes Jordan and Kio would join him but most of the time it was just him. He mostly wrote about his thoughts and some of the pages were about you. At first he thought it would’ve been just a crush but as time went by he realized crushes didn’t last that long, his feelings matured and before he knew it he was crying between Jordan’s arms as you fucked another guy in your room. He knew you didn’t catch feelings but you never told anyone why, he supposed it was because of a bad breakup. He genuinely wondered who could ever want to break your heart? He had lost the count of the time he’d dreamed about you loving him, every time he’d wake up sweaty and panting. Just a dream. He’d tell himself as he laid back down. All of his friends had told him to make a move but he knew you’d reject him and he couldn’t bear another heartbreak.

“What? Are you serious? Oh shit...” Vinnie heard Aaron whisper shocked as he stepped in the living room. It was around three in the noon and he had just gotten out of bed, last night you seemed to be having a lot of fun with whomever you were with. He had almost fallen asleep by the pool, but thankfully Anthony told him to get back in. After four in the morning everything was quiet so he finally got the chance to sleep in peace. He sat down, hand brushing through his face as he fully woke up.

“Vinnie… Wanna go for a walk?” Anthony asked him, he frowned. For two main reasons: who the fuck says that? And since when does Anthony leave the house if not after being tortured or threatened? He didn’t even think he’d be awake so early in the day since he spent all of his nights playing videogames. “No? I think I’m going to workout later, thanks…” he furrowed his brows and scrolled his phone. He didn’t pay much attention to what his friends were saying. Another couple of minutes Jordan stood up and asked him to go lift some weights and he raised an eyebrow, why did they all want him out of there? He declined his offer, wanting to chill for a bit more. Before Jeffrey his shot you stepped in the room, waving everyone. Vinnie’s eyes lightened up at your sight, so beautiful even when you had just woken up but then he saw someone else coming from behind you: Troy.

“Goodmorning…” he yawned, his hand pulling his hair away from his face. Troy’s neck was marked up and it was pretty visible even with his shirt on. He then noticed your bruised legs, inner thighs covered in hickeys. Vinnie gulped, he was speechless. He didn’t even know how he should’ve reacted at this, Troy didn’t know he had a crush on, otherwise he would have never slept with you. Right? You headed in the kitchen, the brunette following as you felt him right behind you. You didn’t even know how you ended up with him between your legs, well you did know actually. You and Troy had been flirting for quite a long time, nothing serious obviously, then one thing led to another you began making out, live heavily. Last night the others had gone to bed pretty early and left you alone, wrong move. The rest was history… 

“Do you think they know?” you asked him giggling as you felt most of them staring at you two. It wasn’t their business if they slept with one of them, as long as it didn’t damage the group everything was legitimate, right? “No, definitely not. It’s not like Jordan was knocking on the wall to make you shut up… Uhmm.” he spun you around, your arms around his neck as you smirked. You had to admit it was worth the wait. Troy pulled you in for a kiss, but you got too carried on as his tongue slipped into your mouth and he pushed you against the counter. You pulled away after hearing a door being slammed and you turned around. Vinnie was nowhere to be found but you didn’t take notice of it. After seeing you getting all handsy with one of his best friends he had to leave, he couldn’t stand sitting there hearing you making out five feet away from him. He was used to the boys you brought home, he knew they meat nothing but sex, but Troy. Troy was your friend, maybe there was something underneath? What if you were actually dating? Only the thought of it made his skin crawl. He left the house as soon as Jaden texted him you weren’t there anymore, going to the skatepark to get his head off things, off you. However he never stopped thinking about you, not even for a second. He had to do something, he couldn’t keep looking at you sleeping around when his heart was literally in your hands and you continued to crash it without even knowing it.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Troy and everything seemed to be just fine to you. Vinnie had been acting a tiny bit weird recently, but you didn’t really talk much since you were always either at work or studying. He rarely saw you too and he thought it was the best decision, however every time he stumbled on you in the hallway his heart would’ve still missed a beat at the sight of you. He didn’t hear you or your conquests anymore, nor did he see Troy hang out around you much. Until one day, well technically one night. You were hanging out by the pool, tears fell profusely off your eyes as you stared into the clear water that reflected perfectly the half moon. Vinnie couldn’t sleep that night so he decided to take his usual spot outside, he noticed you sat down, legs against your chest as your body was shaken by soft sobs. He didn’t realize right away, you had attempted to be as quiet as possible, you didn’t want any of the boys to see you like that.

“Y/n? Why- Oh fuck, are you okay?” he asked worried as he sat down next to you. You were quick to dry your eyes, you knew Vinnie would have never judged you but still you didn’t want to look weak to his eyes. You nodded and faked a smile, he shot you a quick glance that said more than hundreds of words. You never opened up to anyone, bringing out all that pain hurt you too much so you just chose to suppress it, fake it until you make it, right? However you didn’t realize it was slowly consuming you from the inside. All the pain, the suffer, the hatred, the numbness, the guilt was suffocating you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it...” you breathed out and he nodded, he would have never forced you to do anything. You laid your head on his shoulder as you both stared at the clear water in silence. It wasn’t weird or embarassing, it felt good. It felt good that someone was up to simply sit down and be quiet, enjoying the pleasant silence of the night. Vinnie glanced at you with your puffy eyes and swollen lips, he was still amazed by the fact that you managed to look gorgeous even when you cried, when you were angry, happy, sad, when you didn’t even try to. You felt him looking at you so you turned your head to face him.

“What?” you asked grinning. He swore he had never seen anything this beautiful and breathtaking in his eighteen years of life. Your smile could brighten his darkest day, your eyes could take him places where just the two of you existed, your laughter could turn his stomach upside down, your slightest touch could set his whole body on fire. Before he could even think about it twice he smashed his lips against yours. He tried to pull away the second he realized what he had just done but you stopped him, your hands getting tangled in his soft curly hair as you moved your mouth against his. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t dreaming, but your lips against his felt so real as well as your fingers in his hair. It all moved so fast, one second you were crying and the following one you were making out with one of your best friends. You pulled away just to breath again, but it wasn’t over yet.

“Shit…” he mumbled when he felt you kissing his neck, sucking and blowing hot air. You then proceeded to stand up and he looked at you confused. “I won’t fuck you outside. Anthony might be peeping.” you joked and he jumped on his feet, making you giggle. He followed you like a lost puppy as you grabbed his hand and walked towards your room, trying to make as less noise as possible. Once arrived you pushed him against the door which opened and you almost fell down. Vinnie tried to get used to the dark room as you pulled your hoodie off your body and threw it away.

“Are you lost, sugar?” you joked turning your leds on. It was a gift from the boys since you were the only one in the house without them. He smiled and his arms pulled you closer by the neck, connecting your lips again in a quick kiss. You pushed him on the bed and he fell on top of it, laying back on his forearm as he stared at you towering him with no top on, just a simple bralette. You moved your hair out of the way as you lowered yourself and kissed him. Your hands fumbled with the the strings of his sweatpants as his roamed all over your back. It felt like he was afraid of break you, but you didn’t mind being the dominant one.

“Touch me, Vinnie… We’re not here to leave room for Jesus.” you moaned when his hands grabbed your ass and gave it a good squeeze. You kept making out for the following five minutes, grinding and humping, getting the both of you pretty worked up. Vinnie did anything you asked him, his rosy cheeks only made him prettier and more innocent to you. You pulled away from him and he brought you back down, attacking your neck but you pushed him away as he started to suck on it, no hickies where you couldn’t hide them, it had always been a rule of yours. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening as you looked for a condom in the drawer. His hands gently squeezing your hips as you found it.

“Need any help?” you winked at him getting off his lap and looking between his legs. You could see the tent in his underwear. To be fair you always wondered how it would have felt to have sex with Vinnie, you couldn’t lie he was a really attractive guy and you also had read some of the comments girls left under his videos. You were accomplishing many women’s dream. Your fingers gently and slowly pushed his boxer them, quickly discarding them somewhere in the room. His painful erection popped out, you could spot precum leaking out of the tip as you grinned. “Someone’s eager...” you commented ripping the envelope and estracting the condom. He sighed when you rolled it down on his shaft, not before giving it a quick stroke and gaining a deep groan.

“F-fuck, are you sure?” he asked you. You gave him a quick smile as you positioned yourself on top of him, the tip of his cock brushing against your soaked folds. “I’ve done worse, don’t worry. Ready?” he nodded and you gradually sank down, loud moans coming out of your mouths. You felt so good wrapped around him, you felt even better than he had imagined. You took a couple of seconds to get used to him and then started to rock your hips. He really wanted to keep his eyes open but the feeling was overwhelomg, his head fell back on the pillows as you held onto his shoulders.

“Holy- I should’ve done this a long time ago...” you moaned as he began to thrust up. Vinnie’s hands came around your breast as he massaged them, then he sat up and pushed one of them inside of his mouth. He looked so pretty, looking up at you with one of your tits between his plump lips. Your head fell back as the pleasure became too much. He began to guide your hips as he noticed you slowing down. His heart filled with joy and love as you finally looked back at him the way he wanted, it felt as if you acknowledged his existence for the first time ever. You wrapped an arm around his neck loosely to keep your balance, your knees pressed against the mattress and his head between your breasts again. You pulled him by the hair and attached your lips in another wet and sloppy kiss.

“Choke me...” you mumbled against the skin of his cheeks and he widened his eyes. Kinky? He didn’t even waste a single minute and immediately wrapped his ringed hand around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. You moaned at the pressure applied to your neck. Your hips picked the pace although your knees hurt, Vinnie took the chance and flipped the two of you over. He laid between your legs, one of which was thrown over his shoulder to have a better angle. You couldn’t and also didn’t want to hold back the moans. His sweaty curls brushed against your forehead as your lips kept touching and pulling away.

“This good for me, uh? Have you ever been fucked properly?” his cheeky side came out suddenly and you didn’t mind at all as he pounded into you at an impressive speed and depth. You wanted to talk back but words died in your throat as he gently bit your chin and enjoyed the sight of you falling apart underneath him. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling the infamous butterflies in his stomach when your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You genuinely didn’t remember the last time you had felt this good during sex. Yes, obviously not everyone was able to make you cum, but every single orgasm you had ever had in your whole life couldn’t be comparable to the feeling in your stomach.

“Oh fuck… Vinnie...” you whined when he began to go deeper and slower. He knew just what to do and how to do it, only practice could make someone this good. He grinned cheekily and brought of his hands between your conjoint bodies. His thumb stimulated your clit mercilessly which caused you to whimper even more loudly. “I know you’re close… Just let it go, pretty.” he teased you but there was no way you were going to give up like that so you pushed him off you and straddled his lap again. He still had that smirk of his on his face as you topped him.

“Asshole…” you whined and his hand collided against your bum. You whimpered and moved forward, creating more friction. “Keep that pretty mouth of yours at bay.” he glared at you. You riding him continued to remain his favorite sight ever. You were both really close and it didn’t take you much longer when he flexed his arms and forcefully began to push you up and down. It was a matter of seconds and you came hard around him. “I love you.” he mumbled against your mouth as he reached too his high. You didn’t pay much attention, other guys had said stuff like that before. But they never really meant it. You collapsed on top of him, your head laying on his chest. A couple of seconds went by until he spoke, both of you calming your breaths.

“Let me get you cleaned up...” he left a sweet kiss on your temple as he stood up and grabbed you a towel from the bathroom. You weren’t used to aftercare, but again you didn’t really mind. He left a couple of kisses on your inner thighs and threw the cloth away, laying next to you. He wrapped an arm around you as you fell asleep pretty quickly since it was around three in the morning. 

When he woke up in your bed he almost thought he was still dreaming, not believing any of the events of the prior had actually happened. You were still asleep so he decided to surprise you with breakfast and lots of cuddles. Obviously it was really weird for you, but you assumed it was just his way to buy your silence. At the end of the day if anyone knew what had happened behind the doors the internet would have exploded. You thanked him and went on with your day. Vinnie felt like on cloud nine the whole time, anyone could notice something good had happened to him but he didn’t want to say why to respect your privacy. He had gone visiting one of his friends that afternoon and on his way back home he picked up a bouquet of flowers. “She’s a lucky girl.” the flowerist had told him smiling. “No, I’m the lucky one.” he confessed with the eyes of a man who had just met the love of his life. He drove the last ten minutes with the most stupid grin on his face, getting back home around ten in the evening. Anthony and Kio were watching TV in the living room and noticed his entrance. 

“Fancy date?” Jordan smirked and he blushed walking his way towards your room singing under his breath. He didn’t even knock on the door, he didn’t even know why because he usually always did and maybe he should have had. He opened the door with the biggest and prettiest smile ever and although the room was quite dark it didn’t take him too long to get used to it. He heard you swear as you covered both your and Troy’s naked bodies. The flowers fell down, his mouth wide open and teary eyes. He couldn’t even form a word.

“Shit… Vinnie-” you too were really confused, before you could even add anything he rushed outside the room. Some of his friends tried to stop him but he quickly avoided them, leaving the house as fast as possible as tears streamed down his cheeks. How could he even think for a second you could ever see him under a different light? How could he make a fool out of himself like that? He had never felt this stupid. You threw on some clothes and ran after him, finding him by the fountain.

“Don’t- Stay away from me, okay? I just-” his voice was broken as he spoke, you felt so bad for the misunderstanding. “Vinnie… I’m sorry, I should have told you, but I thought you knew.…” you tried to explain to him. It hurt you to know you were the cause of his tears. He wished he was able to hold them back but he had never felt this humilated in his life, standing there in front of you with his heart in million of pieces. The memories of the previous night playing again and again in his head.

“Tell me now then. Say it, y/n. I need you to say it.” he yelled. He had never felt such a sharp pain in the middle of his chest as you looked at him scared and sorry. You had never meant any of that to happen, if you had just taken notice of it, if you had just paid more attention, if you had just looked at him once more. You would’ve known, you would’ve stopped any of that from happening, but you didn’t know.

“I - he kept insisting- I don’t love you like that, Vinnie. You’re my best friend and if I had known you felt like that about me I would’ve never done anything, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” you blurted out. He felt as if you had just shot him multiple times, his heart dropped and he swore he had heard it shattering. He tried to say something back but he was speechless. He just gave you a last look and watched you slip away, as a scream of pain errupted from his lips. How could your heart be so cold? He wondered who could have ever broken it so that you were unable to be attached to anyone else. You built a wall between you and the others and it stopped you from enstablishing any kind of relationship. He brushed a hand through his messy hair. “I gotta go- you tried to take a step forward but he stopped you- No. No, let me go. Because if you stop me now I’m not sure I will ever be able to forgive you, to get over you. I- I need you out of my life. I can keep pretending I’m okay, when I hear you screaming another man’s name every night, not when I know I never cross your mind. I don’t know who did that, who broke your heart, who smashed, crashed and spat on your heart. I wish them worst because a life without love isn’t worth living. I have been so blinded by my love for you that I haven’t seen how much it has hurt me, I can’t take it anymore. I deserve more than this… And you do too, you just need to let people in.” the worst thing you would have ever remembered was the look of pity he lastly gave you before walking away and leaving you standing in the middle of the backyard. A tear slipped out of your eye as you realized he was right. You watched him move away with his head hung low and eyes full of tears. You would have never forgiven yourself for breaking such a pure heart just because yours was already shattered…