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All is Fair~ In Faith & Falsehoods

Chapter 12: All is Fair in Faith & Falsehoods

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! violence and threats. Emotional trauma, Bad language words, torture, mentions of death and extreme violence!

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: approx. 3.3K

A/N: IT'S BACK! …. Don’t come for me. I really hope y'all enjoy it! feedback is always welcome, let me know your favorite part.

Jake watched his target, like he had been for over a month now, he needed to find the flaw in their security, for them to let their guard down, just long enough to grab what he needed. But their security was airtight, not a speck of dust crossed any of them without being vetted first. It was infuriating to say the least.

What would Muerta do?

He scoffed, it was foolish of him, but he missed you, your snarky mouth, your sometimes irrational decision making, your all around ‘don’t give a shit’ attitude…

Mostly… mostly he just missed you, your friendship. He could tell Steven felt the same, it had been so long since he let anyone else be in control, Marc was only useful to a fault, Steven got him closer to you. He learned to understand you, to peel off the masks you wore so easily… 

He shook his head, something isn't adding up, you wanted out, in fact you almost blatantly told him you were going rouge… what changed, what happened in the twenty-four hours after you left him? How the fuck did you get caught in a trap, it just didn’t–

His phone buzzing in his pocket pulled his attention down, the little screen lit-up with Wade’s face, he rolled his eyes, the fuck does he want.

“Speak.”

“Well good morning to you too, Cupcake.”

Jake sighed heavily, “Wade…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to the point… I found Francis.”

“Wade, I don’t care about your little obsession–” he growled.

“You will when I tell you, the assholes that Смерт (smert, death) is after and Francis are one and the same.”

A knowing smile split Jake’s lips, “You broke into the phone.”

Jake could hear the smugness leaking from Wade’s voice, “I broke into the phone.”

—

Steve stared down at you strapped to the chair in his basement, broken, bloody, it took everything in him not to nurture you, to cut your ties and embrace you. But, he had to remember who you were, a vile, lying, backstabbing, traitor.

Pure rage blinded him as he shoved the barrel of his pistol under your chin

'Do it, Rogers. Because if I get out of here. I Will. Kill. You.'

That was it, the sentence that pushed him over the edge as he shoved the barrel of his gun under your chin, he half expected you to crumble, to tell him you didn't mean any of it… But all he saw was the look in your eye, yes there was fear which cut him deeply, he never wanted you to fear him. But on top of that, you wanted him to kill you, with every fiber in your being, he could feel you urging him to pull the trigger.

A knock on his office door pulled him from his thoughts, the last flicker of the memory of your face faded as he picked up his glass and he called to the door. The pit in his stomach yawned open as his eyes met your nameplate still sitting on his desk. He downed the rest of his drink, making his way to the bar for a refill as the door opened slowly, Bucky’s metal hand emerged first, followed by Peter.

“You ready Punk?”

Steve grunts as he lifts the glass to his lips, Peter speaks, “Mr. Stark sent Happy to pick us up…”

“I still think this is a stupid fucking idea. Especially after…”

“After I killed his sister?” his gaze meets Peter first, head downcast, avoiding his gaze, then he meets Bucky’s, there is more emotion there than he would ever admit, what Steve had to do that night, didn’t just affect him. It cut deep into his found family, but it tore out his soul. “It was business Bucky, Tony will understand that.” Steve waved his hand in dismissal, “Tell Happy we will be there soon and won't need his services... I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Both men started to leave, “Not you Queens, I need to speak with you.”

Bucky and Peter shared a look, before Bucky left, closing the door behind him, Peter turned to face Steve, their eyes finally meeting. Steve knew Peter was upset about you being gone, but the look he was pinning him with right now made him proud. If Steve would have been a different person, not his boss, the look would be threatening, but Steve knew better, Peter could be angry all he wanted, but he would never do anything to Steve.

 ‘I don't experiment on children.’

The words you’d spat at him echoed through his bones, he didn’t quite understand why you had said it at the time, but a memory had snagged his attention. He motioned to the wingback chair in front of his desk, “Sit.”

Slowly Peter made his way into the chair, Steve followed, leaning against the front of his desk. Peter wasn’t big by any means, but he wasn’t scrawny, he was built well, lean and strong, no hulking muscle to slow him down, he was quick, deadly, when it was necessary. 

“How are you feeling kid?”

Peter blinked, clearly not expecting the question, “Sir?”

Steve huffed in amusement, one side of his mouth lifting, “It’s been a while since we had a moment to speak, kid. Not too long ago you were beaten half to death, how are you holding up?”

I hadn't been that long ago in all reality, but there weren't many scratches left on the kid, which further aided the point you made in the basement. His stomach churned, fuck.

“I…I’m good sir, thank you for asking?” 

Steve watched as Peter began to fidget, “What were you doing at the lab, Queens.”

His brow furrowed, “Wha-what?”

Steve sighed, “The night Erskine was killed. You were at the lab, why?”

Peter's eyes widened only slightly, “I… I was on patrol.”

Steve pursed his lips, nodding, “Okay.”

Peter stood from his seat, head shaking, words tumbling from his mouth, “Mr. Rogers… I-I would never betray you…I had no idea—”

Steve shook his head, “Queens…” but Peter wasn’t listening, he continued to ramble about you and Erskine, but Steve knew he hadn’t helped you. But he was still lying. He gripped his arms, “Queens.” 

Peter froze under his grip, Steve led him back to his seat, “I know you didn’t help her, kid…” he eased his grip, but his hands remained, Steve knelt in front of him, his eyes met Peter’s, “But I also know you weren't on patrol. I need you to tell me the truth…”

—

Steve had rolled his sleeves, exposing his forearms, along with the tattoos that adorned them, lady justice spattered with fresh blood, the man in front of him stared up at him, wide-eyed, shaking. 

He was a blubbering mess, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood and drool, Steve had even noticed a wet spot in the crotch of his trousers, fucking weak. He scoffed to himself as he rolled the knife across his knuckles, his now long hair falling into his face, he raked it back as he stalked closer to the bound man, Colonel Akerly, the closest man linked to Stark and the dealings Parker had mentioned, he didn’t know much, but a name was all Steve needed. 

Turns out, Akerly didn't reach the rank of Colonel for his bravery or ability to withstand pain or torture, he sang like a canary. 

According to Akerly, Stark made a big deal with the military and Dr. Erskine after Howard died, and Erskine had been testing on street kids. He would have Bucky look farther into the details later. Steve wasn’t just angry at the situation, he was fucking furious, the fact Erskine had been doing the experiments behind Steve’s back was bad enough, Bucky and Steve had been given the first prototypes, but some of the side-effects had been too extreme for Steve to condone the experiments to conitune. Extreme anger, mood swings, an enhanced appetite (not just for food), and enhanced strength; more so than those on steroids.

Steve and Howard had fought the night Howard died, Howard thought the risks were worth it in the long run, ‘think of all the good it could do Steve’... yeah, ‘good’ he thought, how many people had to endure the pain the treatment put them through, let alone the adverse effects. He was still reeling from Peter’s apology, ‘I’m sorry Steve… I… I just get so tired of being beaten and having…. Having everyone save me all the time.’

Fuck! His blood was boiling, how the hell he hadn’t seen the signs he didn’t know, but thinking about it just pushed his blood past the boiling point–

“Steve, Tony is still waiting on you… the longer you make him wait–”

Steve raised his knife clad hand, silencing Bucky.

He struck hard and fast, he could barely feel the splitting flesh beneath the blade, the gargled screams seemed far away and muffled through the blood roaring in his ears. When he finally stepped away from Akerly, he didn't recognize him, and neither would the police. Carter would have a field day cleaning this mess. He would be sure to give her the tipoff after he was sure his men were off site, and couldn't be tracked down. He wiped his face with his sleeve, the white shirt now stained pink and red, and coated in sweat, he would have to change before meeting Tony now. 

With his anger simmering beneath the surface, he could trust himself not to skin Tony at the table, he had rolled his eyes when he found out they were meeting at an upscale Italian restaurant. A very public place, Steve smiled to himself, he had to admit, after what he had done to you, he didn't blame Tony for the precision, the man wasn’t a total moron. 

—

“Rogers.” Tony’s voice cut through the restaurant, as Steve settled in the booth across from him, “You think you kept me waiting long enough?”

“I think you picked a ridiculous place for a meeting.” he chuckled a bit. To everyone else in the restaurant, they looked like two chummy businessmen having a meeting but the air around them felt electrified; Tony was pissed, Steve could feel it. 

Good, he thought. He was equally as pissed.

Tony gave him a knowing smile, shrugging his shoulders as he gestured around the room,  his voice low, “It’s hard to kill someone and get away with it in a public setting.” he made a show of picking lint off his shoulder allowing the fake lint to ‘fall’ to the ground.  “It’s a shame the rest of my family wasn’t as smart.”

Steve ignored the jab that was clearly about you, and changed the subject, “How’s business Tony? I heard you made a nice deal with the military–”

Tony cleared his throat, “Business is good… good.” He reached for a breadstick in the center of the table, breaking a piece off, “Yeah, the military contacted me for a few pieces of tech, easy stuff.”

Steve’s lips curled knowingly, Akerly had been telling the truth, what else had Stark been up to?                                                                         

Steve remained silent as he watched Tony, dipping his bread in the vinaigrette, but out of the corner of his eyes he scanned the room, Tony may have picked a public place, but there was no telling how many of the employees here or even patrons were in his pocket, he always had to look for what no one else prepared for. And he was a sitting duck in this restaurant, one well placed waiter with a knife, or a suppressed pistol… No. Tony wasn’t that depserate or idiotic, Steve’s men would have this place burnt to the ground before Tony could finish him off. 

Tony cleared his throat “It’s a shame, you know.”

The waiter stopped by, replacing the old drinks with new ones in front of both men, then promptly left to carry on with his work. Steve took a sip, speaking around his glass, “What is?”

“My sister… She is so much like our mother was, caring, always looking to love those she believed needed it most…” his eyes met Steve’s, he was searching for something, what, Steve didn't know, didn’t care. “She loved you…”

Steve stilled, blood running cold, his drink still ghosting his lips, what the fuck… He scoffed, “Didn't think she was capable, I figured the black hole in her chest ran in the family. ”

“I tried to warn her about you, Beast of Brooklyn…” there was a dangerous glint in Tony’s eye as he spoke, “But she wouldn’t listen, no one ever listens when I speak about you.” Tony’s fingers mindlessly traced the hilt of the steak knife on the table.

Sighing, Steve tilted his head, “you brought me here for a reason Tony, out with it, I’m a busy man, with lots of things to do.” 

Tony blew out his breath, the irritation making his features taut, serious, a smirk lifting one corner of his lips, “Listen Steve…” his lips formed a tight line, “I can’t just let you walk away after what you did to my sister–” he made a show with his hands, “if I don't make an example outta you, and hang your head on my wall for everyone to see, they’ll think I’ve gone soft.”

Steve mocked Tony, pouting, “Oh no, we can't have you going soft Tony…”

“Fuck off Rogers.”

Tony’s voice low, full of threat, causing Steve to lean back in his chair, running his tongue over his top teeth, popping one of his brows, “You’re right Tony, it is a shame, people should listen…” he ran a hand over his beard, “I only hope you take your own advice…”

“Watch your back Rogers.”

Steve stood from his seat, “You started this Tony. Sent your sister to me. Her blood is on your hands, not mine.” he snarled, each word laced with venom, watching as his words hit Tony, whose brows furrowed, 

“Sent her to you?” a soft laugh left his lips, “If you think I’d send her anywhere near you Rogers you're crazier than they say…” 

Buttoning his coat, Steve stared him down, “you wanted me dead, so you sent her. Big mistake Tony.”

“She’s helpless Steve, couldn’t even hurt a fly… If I had wanted you dead, I would have found a way to hire one of the Aces.”

Steve schooled his features, that couldn't be right, Tony didn’t know about his sister? He had to have hired the Ace of Spades, Tony had to be playing him. Steve shook his head as he began to walk away, placing his hand on Tony’s shoulder, “Do not start another war you cannot win. Your sister was only the beginning.”

—

Yelena had been on the road for a few weeks, traveling from place to place, tailing a lead. Zemo had told her this recon mission was important, it was off the record. Now she was stuck in a tree doing a stakeout in upstate New York, the cool mountain air whipped around her in her makeshift perch, looking over a cabin not too far off. Some low level goons came and went every so often, but no one of any notability. She had been tailing a high value target with extremely sensitive cargo…

She scowled, she couldn't understand why Zemo had asked her to come out here, there was nothing here. Scoffing she moved to begin packing her bags, when a new nondescript vehicle slowly pulled up to the cabin. Freezing, she trained her sights on the passenger doors, three people stumbled out of the back doors, bound, gagged, and bruised… 

Yelena nearly lost her footing and fell from the tree, no wonder Zemo wanted her here to secure the cargo and sweep these assholes off the face of the earth. They weren’t just any precious cargo… the most precious of all.

Who the fuck and the balls to take them?

His family.

—

Thor walked to his bar, his confident gait grating on Zemo’s nerves, 

“How’s the family Halmut, it's been a while since I’ve seen them. Heard they were on vacation?”

Zemo’s jaw clenched, no one knows the truth about his family. No one knows they were taken, or who the moron that thought it would be a good idea was. Not to worry, he had Yelena taking care of it.

He plastered a fake smile onto his face, “They are good, enjoying the sunshine of the Southern Hemisphere; too cold for them here.”

Thor nods, “I can agree with that, the weather has been so dreary lately, it’s a shame really…”

Zemo’s patience had been worn thin, his Ace of Spades was MIA, deemed dead, he hadn’t heard back from Yelena yet, and he really wasn’t in the mood to entertain Thor, or his other appointments for the evening. He cut to the chase, “What can I do for you and your brother Thor?”

Thor looks up from his drink as he sits leisurely in the chair, giving Zemo a gigawatt smile, “I was actually going to ask about your campaign…”

Zemo lifts a brow, “I thought you three didn’t get involved in… politics.”

“Well, since my father passed,” he tosses a side-eyed glare at Loki behind him, who is perusing the bookshelves, “I want to be the one who takes on the responsibilities of The Don. So I need to start acting like one—”

Scoffing Zemo interrupts him, “Well you can make your first duty stopping whatever the hell is going on between the other two! My city is on fire and a burning city won't win a campaign!”

Thor nodded, “Yes, well it seems to be some kind of misunderstanding, don’t worry, I am already working on a solution, it's not only affecting their territories, but mine–”

“Well until that is resolved, I have no further need to speak to you Odinson–”

A tic forms in Thor’s jaw at his words, that obviously wasn’t the response he was expecting. Zemo’s  phone rings across the desk, it’s the Ace line, he doesn’t immediately answer it. Allowing it to echo in the room,

“I really do enjoy what you are doing to keep New York clean, Halmut… honestly, the mayors before you… they just weren’t cut out for the job.” A lethal smile slithers across Thor's face as he rests the drink on the arm of his chair. Caressing his beard he motions toward the still ringing phone, “Ya gonna get that there boss?” 

Zemo gives a tight lipped smile, “It can wait I’m sure.” Behind Thor, Loki shifts uncomfortably, his eyes flickering to the phone and back to Zemo.

Thor grunts, as he finishes his drink, “Well, your mayorfulness, it’s always a pleasure to do business with you…” he stands, buttoning his jacket and turning to the door. His footsteps loud against the carpet. He turns slightly as he steps out the door, “Perhaps on my next visit, I can give you more of what you desire.”

Loki nods as he follows his brother, throwing one last glance at the still ringing phone, quietly adding as he disappears behind the door,  “You should get that.”

Zemo takes a deep breath as the door shuts, then picks up the phone,

“Identity check- All is fair ”

“Response - In death and resurrections.”

The voice that comes from the other line isn’t the one he thought it would be.

A dangerous smile lifts his lips.

Check mate.

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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.

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Bucky Barnes Master List

OS-ONE SHOT

S-series

Eyes-OS: Bucky never thought that during his usual morning run with Steve his life would change forever.

Home-OS:  Reader dreads going to her best friends wedding because she has to sit next her ex the entire night. What happens when she finds out the reason behind their breakup was just a lie?[AU]

Soldat-S: 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? COMPLETED

Dorogaya-S(sequel to Soldat):   It has been sometime since Y/N and Bucky went into hiding but now their past is returning. Can this new relationship survive the Civil War that’s about to happen? COMPLETED

Besplatno-OS- This takes place in the same universe as SOLDAT/DOROGAYA/ VAS PRIZRAK.  Bucky had finally awoken in Wakanda but there was one thing keeping him and reader from celebrating their new found calm together; Is the Winter Soldier still buried deep in Bucky?

Vas Prizrak-S(Third part to Soldat Series)- Bucky and Reader’s life in Wakanda had been everything they ever wanted. But when they are told about the fight that was on it’s way to them, they fear that life would be dusted away for good. COMPLETED.

Time-S:  Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone? CURRENTLY WRITING

Soul Mates-OS:   Growing up, Y/N was told stories about Soul Mate Dreamers. You would dream your soul mates memories and they would stop once you shared your fist kiss. Y/N never believed in those stories, until a new neighbor moved in right next door.

Forever- Request:  Could I request something with Bucky x Australian!reader either something fluffy or smutty or both where he loves her accent or takes the piss out of her trying to imitate it

I’ll Be Okay- Request-OS- Is Bucky’s and Reader’s relationship worth saving or is it on the brink of destruction? Based on Shawn Mendes “I’ll Be Okay.”

Brainwashed-Request-OS-  Bucky x reader where they are dating and he’s an asshole after a huge argument and reader gets captured and brainwashed by HYDRA and Bucky realizes his mistakes? They meet again during a mission and Bucky also realizes he lost reader forever.

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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Hi 🥰

Could I request a hurt/comfort and smut story with Bucky including lactation kink/breast play.

Thank you 💛🦁

─── 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐛.𝐛 ───

pairing: husband!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: smut {breast play, lactation kink, soft breeding kink, fingering, slight pussyjob, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of the word daddy but moreso for teasing not as a kink}, description of reader’s body {swollen breasts, post-partum physicality}, insecurities, implied body dysmorphia, comforting fluff {we all deserve a partner like bucky}

writer’s notes: it’s been a minute since i wrote something with such filth, but this was a lot of fun to indulge in! it’s not super long but i hope you still enjoy. thank you for sending in this request, lovely <3

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

“There you are, sweetheart.” Bucky sounds from the doorway; voice gentle as he crosses the threshold. “I was wonderin’ where you ran off to.”

Turning away from the mirror, your hands are still warm against your stomach; fingers caressing the sunken skin timidly.

A look of understanding flashes across his face; empathy reflecting in his eyes as he notices your reluctant smile. “What’s goin’ on? Do you want to talk about it?”

Shaking your head, you melt in his arms as they wrap around you; pulling you into his chest. “Not right now, Buck.”

“Okay,” he whispers against your hair. “That’s okay, honey.”

If there was one thing you would always be grateful for, it was the way Bucky trusted your sentiments — knowing that when you were ready, you’d open up. Just as he did with you.

Still, he can’t help the worry that clouds his thoughts. The birth of your son, Georgie, had taken a lot out of you — it was a complicated pregnancy and post-partum hadn’t been any easier.

Although your baby was healthy; a sweet little boy that had your kind eyes and Bucky’s gummy smile — he wasn’t nearly as settled at home as he was those first nights in the hospital.

When you’d gone for his six week appointment, the Doctors had informed you of Colic and how it could be affecting Georgie. You were both grateful for the knowledge, learning how to navigate a routine that would help him calm. It’d been four weeks since then, and the two of you had persevered as best as you could; working through the ever constant changes as a unit.

However, it meant that other issues were going unspoken. A prominent one, for you, being that you hadn’t been feeling very comfortable in your own skin.

It wasn’t the stretch marks, no. Those were a natural, beautiful reminder that you’d given your baby boy a home to grow in. But, it was almost as if you were living in a stranger’s body — barely recognisable to your own mind as you stared in the mirror.

These were emotions that you hadn’t anticipated — either everyone you knew hadn’t gone through a similar experience, or they lied. And attempting to manage these new feelings was proving to be much more difficult than you could have ever imagined.

But you were trying; pushing through the darkness that threatened to take over. There was an appointment circled on the calendar with a counsellor for next week, and you’d been more open to seeing your friends for lunch dates as an opportunity to get out of the house more.

Still, it was a work in progress. One that your husband was honoured to hold your hand in.

“C’mere.” Bucky’s guides you towards the bed, hands slipping under your negligee. “‘S been a while since we’ve had some time to ourselves, hasn’t it, sweetheart?”

Softly, your fingers glide through his brunette tresses; happy that he had decided to grow it out again.

Bucky’s lips descend upon your neck; the feeling of his stubble against the sensitive skin making you sigh. “Missed bein’ like this with you,” he says. “Bein’ able to touch my gorgeous wife.”

“Smooth talker,” you tease; already feeling your worries ease with the way he was comforting you. Cupping his jaw in your palms, you bring his mouth to yours. “I missed you too, honey.”

After the cesarean, you’d been taking it easy. Not because you felt as though you had to, but moreso because of Bucky’s overprotective nature. Besides holding your son, your husband hadn’t let you lift a single finger, “Need you healthy and happy, Mama. That means rest.”

However, that also meant the two of you hadn’t been intimate in months. And though it wasn’t mentioned, you knew how important physical touch was for him and that this change was just as difficult for Bucky, as it was for you.

The hem of the lace ascends from your body, your husband’s hands pulling it off in one go. You don’t have time to think about covering yourself, not as Bucky praises you. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”

He towers over you, gently pushing you so that your back meets the plush mattress. Your legs are spread wide; opening for him to settle between after removing his clothes.

Fingers trail down your neck, sliding between the valley of your breasts. At the sensation of his metal appendage pinching your pert bud; your back arches as you gasp his name — a plea for more.

“Look’it that, honey.” His voice oozes like a saccharine caramel, filling your senses with complete and utter delight.

Milk flows from your nipple, causing a line to trail down. Bucky wastes no time chasing it with his tongue, humming a pleased sound as he does. “Taste so sweet.”

Bucky was hot and heavy against your centre, leaking as his hips slowly began to move, pulsing through your folds as he gently suckled. He moaned deeply as you tugged on his locks, pressing your chest into his mouth further as it eased some of the weight you felt in your breast.

“Oh my god,” you whine; head thrown back against the pillows. “Just like that, Buck. Feels s’good!”

Thrumming with pride, Bucky massaged your breasts; cradling the swollen globes as he was encouraged by your heady moans. The milky liquid descends, and your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight of your husband so enthralled by it.

His pupils were blown to obsidian, too enamoured with the way you’d started grinding back against his length. Coating his cock in your slick as he glided between your puffy folds. He could feel his balls growing heavier with each swipe; getting more desperate with each mewel that left your throat.

It was spilling past his lips as he hungrily swallowed the nectar, flicking his eyes to your heaving chest once more before he pulled back. Bucky’s hand moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re perfect, y’know that?” He growls, licking his lips. “Remember the first time we did that? You were so shy, so cute about it. Now you beg for it, get needy for it, don’t ya?”

“Yes! God, Bucky, I love it.” Your tongues meet sensually, whimpering as he steals any sanity you had left. “I love you.”

He grins, bright and wide before kissing you again. “I love you, so much, sweetheart. Gave me everything I never thought I could have.”

The moment is sweet, butterflies erupting as he gazed at you as though it was the first time.

“And I have to admit…” his tone is teasing; mouth sucking bruises into your neck. “Seein’ you with our son makes me think about it even more. How I can’t wait to grow our family… how beautiful you look when you’re pregnant, swollen with our child inside.”

“Buck…” your voice is wispy, breathless. “Thought we were gonna wait awhile before the next one.”

His chuckle vibrates your body, “I know, I know. I shouldn’t even mention it.” The feeling of his tender palm against your stomach has your gut twisting; memories of how he’d cherished you throughout your entire pregnancy flittering through your mind. “Jus’ can’t help myself when you’re under me. How badly I want to fill you up, make you stay on my cock all night so it takes.”

“Y-you can’t just say things like that,” you giggle. Though your legs tighten around his waist.

“No?” He smirks against your cheek; knowing you so well. “But weren’t you the one that begged me for it, sweetheart? Wanted to be full of me, you never let me leave this sweet cunt when we had the chance.”

It takes you by surprise when two fingers trace your soaping entrance, not wasting anytime before they enter; curling against that spongy patch that had you crying out.

“So wet for me, honey. Little hole is just beggin’ for it, ain’t she?”

He does it on purpose, the way his wedding ring is pressed against your centre with each searing thrust. You’d told him once how it’d turned you on, and he’d been using it against you ever since.

“Need you to come for me first, if you want to take my cock, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it, how you need it.”

The raspy, gravelly growl of his voice is your undoing. Your fingers find his shoulders, creating mini crescents as you dig them into his skin; keening as he pulls you through it, not stopping his ministrations until your body is quivering, hiccups escaping as he hushes you.

“So pretty when you let yourself go for me, oh look at that…” Bucky brings his fingers to his mouth, your juices glistening as he licks them clean. “Like peaches, sweetheart.”

If you weren’t so overcome with desire, you’d laugh at the absurdity. “C’mon, daddy.” Your hands migrate to the sides of his face, bringing him in close. “Fuck me.”

The praising title shoots straight to his groin; groaning as he drops his forehead to yours. “I’m married to a minx.”

“You love it.”

And yeah, he really does.

Guiding his length to your waiting entrance, he sinks in slowly; both of you moaning at the way your channel welcomes him in, walls gripping his cock snug as his pelvis becomes flush with yours.

Bucky’s grip moves to the space your hips meet your thighs, curling them around for leverage as he begins moving. Long, languid strokes leave you meweling, and you wrap your fingers around Bucky’s wrists as you encourage him to go deeper.

“Hear that, sweetheart? So wet for me, aren’t you? Just askin’ to be bred.” He hums contemplative before grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head.

Interlocking your fingers with his, the two of you share a heated kiss, panting into each other’s mouths as his pace quickens. “God, you’re so thick, so deep inside.”

“I know, I know,” he whispers; ghosting over your ear. “But you take it so well, don’t you? Were made to take me.”

“Yes! Yeah, Buck. For you, all for you!” You’re rambling, unable to make coherent sentences when all you can focus on is the feeling of his girth splitting you open.

Letting go of your hands, his descend your body; the wedding ring is cool against your throat, barely pressing down. But he keeps it there, holding onto you in a way that binds your trust.

Metal finds your swollen breasts, fiddling with them on his way down to your creamy, sensitive core. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He asks. “Can feel that pretty cunt cryin’ for it.”

With each deep pump of his cock nudging your cervix, your cunt begins to constrict as your orgasm builds. “Yes! Bucky, fuck. I’m so close,” you sob. “Fuck me s’good, fill me up so well, oh my god!”

“Go on, honey.” He encourages, spitting onto his fingers as draws circles on your bundle of nerves. “Make a mess all over my cock, and I promise I’ll fill you up.” Bucky leans closer, forcing you to look at him. “Maybe this’ll get you knocked up again, hm? Just so needy for my cock inside of ya, always wantin’ to be filled with my seed.”

It feels like you’re burning; body thriving as molten lava courses through your veins at the implication. You’re mindless, completely under the spell of Bucky’s words as he spits utter filth.

“That’s right, ain’t it, honey? You wanna be nothin’ but a used leaking mess, just a tight cunt for me to pump into.”

Your orgasm is shattering; ripping through you as your walls suffocate his cock, moaning incoherently as your juices squirt over his lower half.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, so good for me. That’s it, keep comin’ on my cock.” Bucky husks, his thrusts getting sloppy as he feels his own release impending. “‘M gonna fill up this hot cunt, stay plugged inside of you so we make sure it takes. You’re gonna look so beautiful, all filled out and glowing. Shit, take it— fucking take my come, that’s it, sweetheart.”

Warmth floods your channel, his seed oozing from your abused hole as his cock throbs with each pump. His hips slow to a small grind, spending his last droplets until coming to an end.

Focusing on the sight in front of you, a sense of content falls over you as you’re greeted with an adoring husband. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

A giggle bubbles in your throat as you notice his gummy grin. “Like I need to go get Plan B.”

What you expect is for Bucky to laugh with you, but the tender expression on his face has worry begin to fester. “Would it be so bad?” he wonders; features soft and lax as he traces his index over your cheek. “To have another baby…”

“Of course not, Buck… but Georgie’s barely five months and I want us to enjoy this time with him before worrying about another little one.” The words aren’t meant to be harsh, completely the opposite — the thought of what you’re family could be settles a fondness deep within your chest. But there was still so much you wanted to experience, and you knew now wasn’t the right time.

Bucky see’s it on your face; reads you knowingly as he mulls over your explaination. “Sorry, I think I just got caught up…”

Your smile is small, kind. “It’s okay, baby. I love knowing that you imagine our future, and I can’t wait until this house is nothing but noise.”

“I love you.” It’s not said to be distracting, but because Bucky can’t think of a sentence more perfect than that. You’d given him everything — things he’d never thought possible, and you’d done it all with a tender heart.

Finding his hand, you bring it to your lips as you promise, “Always.”

Holy Water💦

halloween party

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie and y/n finally let the sexual tension get the best of them

warnings: smut, dirty talk, getting fucked while looking in the mirror (and filming a tik tok), fluff, swear words, drinking

y/n sat on her phone scrolling through tik tok when a ding made her eyes look towards the top. 

vincent: u tryna match for the halloween party or what?

y/n: what u wanna be?

vinnie: idk look on spirit or we can go

y/n: come pick me up

y/n got out of bed, slipping on her converse and fixing her hair. the hype house was throwing a halloween party this year and y/n was invited. 

she adored everything about halloween and was beyond stoked for the party. 

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Come back to me - Masterpost

Relationship: Chris Evans X Female!Reader

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

Alternate Universe: Military, Marines Captain Chris, Modern

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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

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

1. Chapter 1 

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

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

LOVE AND FIGHT

Pairing: JJ x Reader x Rafe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please do,” you nod.

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

“Okay, bye. Love you,” you grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I see it?” He asks reaching out.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, in her room,” Rafe nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

........

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N)!” She says. “Hey, what’s up!?”

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

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

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

“What’s up?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know,” You laugh.

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

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

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

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

“Since when have you cared?” He asks.

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

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

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

“Oh fuck off Kiara,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.........

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

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

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

“JJ,” you say pulling his hand away.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Hey,” he says.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” He asks.

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

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

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

“Hey,” you say.

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

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

“About?” He questions.

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

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

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

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

“Well...” you start.

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

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

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

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

“No,” he says shaking his head.

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

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

“What!?” You ask.

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

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

“What!?” He pretty much yells.

“What?” You shrug back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You dirty motherfucker!” JJ yells at Rafe.

“Fuck you,” Rafe spits out.

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

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

“Stop it, he’s my guest,” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened?” They all ask.

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

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

“I’m fine,” you shrug.

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

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

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

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

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

“Its Fine really,” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry,” he says in a whisper.

“Why?” You whisper back.

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

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

“I’m still sorry,” he sighs.

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

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

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

“Yeah,” you nod.

These people were your real family!

Bonus part:

(16+) nothing too bad!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love ya guys❤️

My babygirl

mama!Natasha x fem!little!reader

Summery: Y/n having her midnight milkies

Warning: Natasha breastfeeds little Y/n, first time writing anything little. I don’t think there are any more, let me know.   

Word count: 368

A/n: this is just a mama nat version of my other blurb but i’ve just switched up some pet names!

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I put Y/n down a couple hours ago. I needed to finish cleaning up toys and doing dishes.  

I’m finally done so now I can join her. I make my way to our shared room and check to make sure my babygirl is sleeping and make my way to our closet to change. 

Ever since I found out my Y/n was little and wanted to be close and nurse I haven’t worn clothes to bed, only my nursing bra and panties. Y/n always wakes up in the middle of the night wanting to nurse and likes skin to skin contact so it’s easier. 

I quickly strip and put on a nursing bra and make my way to bed and get under the covers. As soon as I get in, Y/n nuzzles into my boobs and wraps her little arms around my waist. It’s 12 so she might want to nurse.

“Love bug?”

All I receive is a grunt. I giggle. She nuzzles further into my boobs and starts fiddling with the clips on my bra.

“You want some milkies baby?” 

She nods against me. 

“Words please babygirl”

She lifts her head.

“i has milkies peas mama”

God she is so cute.

“Of course my love, good job baby”

I unclip my bra and guide her to my nipple. I let out a sigh of relief as she latches on. Y/n looks up with her big Y/e/c eyes. She brings her free hand to play with my other boob. She loves doing that as it helps her relax. I run my hand through her beautiful curls and rub her back with the other. I kiss her little forehead.

“I love you so much my babygirl”