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Hey honey ! It’s 🐚 !! I have a request for you 🙈🥰 I love tough men that are assholes but turn soft for this one sweet girl ! And I was thinking Mafia Bucky and his rival’s daughter . He starts hooking up with her with every intention of her father finding out and being furious . But she’s none the wiser . She’s sweet and gentle with him even when he’s rough and rude . He always leaves the minute they’re done ,leaving her all alone and naked in her bed but she’s never bitter about it. After one particular night though , where they had sex in his place , she fell asleep , too worn out from Bucky being particularly rough . He took a moment to see her as something more than his nemesis daughter and he had to admit she was ethereal. Always sweet and kind . So much different than him and Bucky realized he might be falling for her . Especially with the way she was clinging to him in her sleep and how she never treated him like he was the bad guy . When he woke up she wasn’t there but everything changed after that night . The sex was gentler and so were his touches and kisses . He wasn’t just hooking up with her . He was making love to her without a word about this new change in their situationship . Until one night he had her in his arms , unafraid to cradle her cheek and kiss her forehead , telling her how he is in love with her and asking her to forgive him for the way he treated her

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Okay I’m dropping a bunch of WIPS for this. Bruh the request alone gave me butterflies I love this trope so much. Goddamnn.

This starts with very fuck boy asshole type Bucky. I made him a dick in this, deal with it, don’t cry about it, he redeems himself. See how the request says men that are assholes. I live for it. Bucky. Is. An. Ass. Hole. And a sweet baby by the end.

Also I don’t trust google translate but that’s what we have to work with, I am so sorry.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be Stark” Bucky sipped his drink, leaning back in his chair while Tony’s jaw clenched, wishing he could just put a bullet in between his rivals eyebrows. Bucky swirled the whisky in his glass, the ice clinking against each other while Tony rejected his proposal again, tensions growing higher with each passing minute.

“You’re not getting control over the South” He gritted through his teeth, ready to end the meeting one way or another until the door clicked open. You poked your head into his office, quickly padding over to his side, ignoring the broody men that surrounded the office.

“Dad, I’m going out with Wanda, we’ll be back late, is that okay?” You never left the house without telling him where you were going first, it was a rule he made for you when you were younger but you stuck to it even years later. You knew he always worried about you.

Tony frowned at your presence, not because he didn’t want you there but because he could see the other men stare at you, their eyes raking up and down your body like fresh meat. The dark material of your dress hugged your body perfectly and the thigh high slit wasn’t helping.

“Be safe” He pecked your forehead before sending one of his men with you, “Barton, drive her there” He shot the men in his office a death glare; he was patient over many things but you were not something they could fuck with. Ever. Bucky cocked an eyebrow noticing Tony’s shift in demeanor, he was protective over his little princess. He smiled to himself with this new information, why fight for the south side when he could he could ruin something more precious.

“This meeting is over” Tony stated, nodding to his men to escort Bucky and the others out. He narrowed his eyes at the way Bucky shrugged, casually downing his drink without making a counter argument, leaving a bit to easily for his liking.

Bucky climbed into his SUV with Steve by his side, his mind going back to you. Tony’s sweet baby. His protected princess. Steve also frowned at the way his friend accepted defeat, but he didn’t ask questions, noticing the way Bucky bit his lip, the wheels in his head clearly turning. The fucker had something in mind.

“You’re thinking something, I can tell” Steve gave Bucky a pointed look while Bucky shrugged innocently, earning an eye roll from his best friend.

“I need a drink”

The Club

Bucky sat at the private booth of the club, his mind calculating how he could over throw Stark without having to get his hands too dirty. He already had one idea in mind but that was more to satisfy himself. It wouldn’t get him his territory but it would get him something...better...He sipped his drink, sitting up slightly, seeing a familiar figure across the club, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Isn’t that her” Bucky’s eyes landed on you, watching your hips sway on the dance floor, laughing with your friends, completely in your own world. It couldn't have been more perfect, you were right there, practically served to him on a silver platter for him to take.

“Who” Steve turned around to see who Bucky was looking at, his eyes growing wide when he realized who his friend was eyeing. “Starks daughter?”

Bucky nodded, setting his glass down, making his way over to you before Steve or Sam could say anything else.

“Why is he not on a leash”

“I knew I should have gotten him neutered”

The blonde shook his head, running a hand over his face while Sam snorted, both men watching him make his way over to you. You were now seated at the bar, sipping on some water to cool down while your friends stayed on the dancefloor.

“Hey doll” Bucky sat on the stool beside you, both of you tucked away in the quieter corner of the bar area. He could tell by the way you smiled shyly, you’d be easy, a few flirty words and he’d get what he wanted.

“Hi” You blushed at the handsome mob boss, his blue eyes sparkling as he smirked at you. He bought you a drink, luring you into him like a siren. You found yourself getting lost in his charm, listening to his velvety smooth voice. Truthfully it was nice to talk to someone for once. Most guys avoided you, knowing you were the daughter of Tony Stark.

It was easy for him. His eyes flicked to the way you looked at his lips, inching closer towards him, your sweet innocent face gazing at him. He didn’t have to do much are you were already preening like a kitten. He had you exactly where he wanted. The air shifted when his hand grazed you thigh, the cold metal of his rings making you shiver. You didn’t pull back, letting his hand climb higher, leaning into his touch, your heart racing, craving more of him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop” His voice was low, his lips brushing by your ear. Your breath hitched when his hand tilted your chin up to meet his eyes again, nearly whimpering when his hand squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh.

“So needy” He smirked while you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, letting him take you by the hand to the private bathroom of the club. As soon as he locked the door, his previous charm dropped. His eyes darkened, his hands immediately all over you, pushing you against the marble counter of the sink. His lips smashed onto yours, tongue and teeth, not giving you a chance to breathe.

He sucked dark bruises on your neck, trailing the across your collar bone, pulling the front of your dress down to free your breasts. He lifted you onto the counter with ease, latching onto your nipple, tugging it between his teeth, smirking at the way you cried out.

He parted your legs, ripping your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket. Your pussy dripped, clenching around nothing at the sound of his belt buckle and pants unzipping, moaning when he pulled your thighs to wrap around him, his cockhead prodding your entrance. He didn't bother prepping you, his mind focused on stuffing his cock into you and fucking you senseless.

“Shh, better keep quiet unless you want others to hear how I’m about to fuck you” He growled against your skin, shoving his cock into you with one stroke. He gave you no time to adjust, snapping his hips against you, his hands gripping your ass while your hands flew to clutch around him, sinking your teeth into his shoulder to keep your screams down. He slammed against your g-spot, your arousal squirting out of you with each thrust, the coil in your belly building higher and higher as he fucked you harder.

“I-I’m gonna-” You couldn’t formulate a sentence, clawing at his blazer, his cock filling and stretching you, ruining you for anyone else. “Please-

“Don’t-don’t talk, just take it” His voice was low, teeth gritted as he focused on ruining your pussy. You felt flustered, your body on fire each time he touched you. You felt yourself melt into him, letting him toy with your body. His fingers gripped onto your ass, slamming you into him to meet his strokes. He wanted to fill you up till you were so full of cum, it’d drip and stain onto your bed sheets. All of his fucking cum painted on your pussy while you went to sleep, pretending to be an innocent little princess like you didn’t just take your dad’s rivals cock in the bathroom of the club.

Your eyes rolled back feeling his cock stroke your g-spot, the roughness of his hands on your body making you climb higher, you clung onto him, your body pulled taut, a sob escaping your lips before muffling your cries by biting down onto his neck as you came. Bucky smirked to himself, pounding you harder, chasing his release. He didn’t even have to touch you and you were coming undone for him, wrapped tightly around his body, your pussy sucking him back in.

He could feel pleasure crawl down his spine, his cock growing harder, something about getting to fuck his enemies daughter made him more feral than ever, his cock bursting with cum, endless thick streams shooting out of his sensitive tip.

“Fuck” he hissed, pumping his load into you, groaning as he pulled out, his cum dribbling out of you, spilling onto the sides of your thighs. You looked dazed, lipstick smeared, panting, your body limp against him. He tucked his cock back in, not looking back twice, leaving you a panting mess as he exited the bathroom. You stood on shaky legs, trying to steady yourself before grabbing a damp tissue to clean yourself up.

You splashed some water onto your face, your mind reeling over the way his touches made you feel, touching up your makeup before going back down to find your friends, his handsome face flashing in your mind throughout the night.

***

“Can you explain what it is you’re doing here” Steve watched his friend carefully, his hair disheveled, shirt untucked, a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt when he joined them again, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“She’s probably a spoiled brat anyway” Bucky shrugged, unbothered about the type of person you were or how you felt about any of this. He wanted to see Tony’s face if he knew he had fucked his daughter, balls deep till she was walking around with sticky thighs, her soaked little cunt dripping all over her bed with his cum. He smirked to himself over the way you moaned for him, biting him to keep yourself quiet, the way your body responded to him, so needy and desperate. You were the opposite of your father; easy and none the wiser. If he couldn’t get what he wanted from Tony, he’d take the next best thing. It’s not like he wanted you. He just had to use you.

The club wasn’t enough. Now he had you in his hands, he wasn’t going to let you go until he you were ruined. He used the meetings that took place in your house to his advantage, quietly sneaking off down the hall way to find you. Your heart jumped seeing him leaning against wall as you made your way to your room after eating breakfast.

“Haven’t stopped thinking about me, have you” He smirked, cornering you against the wall, his chest pressed against yours. His hands came up to grasp your face, eyes locked with yours “You gonna let me cum in you?”

You let out a shuddered breath, and that was all he needed, dragging you over to your room and tossing you onto your bed.

“Take your clothes off” His cold blue eyes bore into you as you timidly unbuttoned your blouse, your hands shaking, already feeling exposed at the way he watched you. He wasn’t going to wait for you, striding over to the bed, his hands firmly gripping the material of your silky blouse, ripping it open, sending buttons flying onto the floor. His hands grabbed at the hem of your skirt, pulling it down before quickly tossed your bra and panties aside.

Your face heated up at the way he slowly crawled on top of you, the scent of his cologne throwing you back to the way he fucked you at the club, pulling pleasure from your body so easily.

“Please” Your soft eyes pleaded with his and his ego shot through the roof, getting to fuck you right on your bed. He nudged your thighs apart while marking you with his mouth.

“Always ready for my cock” He hummed, smearing your slick around, shoving two thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them till you were withering and nearly screaming, your arousal leaving your sheets wet.

“James please” You looked at him with glassy eyes while he sat back, unbuttoning his pants, freeing his cock just enough so he could fuck you. He rubbed his cock onto your clit before shoving it into you, pounding you relentlessly as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you.

Your body moved to wrap around him, your legs tight around his waist and arms clinging onto his shoulders. All you could do was moan and chant his name, his cock was practically in your throat, thrusting into you till your bed scrapped against the floor. His chest swelled with pride as soon as he felt your walls start to convulse and flutter, you were so responsive to him.

“Cum, fucking cum on my cock” His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, your pussy immediately clenching and throbbing around him, silent screams leaving through your slack jaw. His grunts grew louder, thrusting harder into you until he couldn’t hold back, determined to make a bigger mess than before.

“Take it, fucking-take it, take my cum” He grunted, groaning as his hips stilled, staying as deep as he possibly could while he poured his load into you. His cum spilled out of you, soaking the sheets, your greedy sopping hole, still fluttering even after he pulled out.

Perfect.

You were still hazy, blinking when you felt his body weight off the bed, sitting up slightly to see him already making his way towards your door.

“Oh-bye!”

Bucky clicked the door shut before you could even finish, leaving you bare and alone in your bed. You fell back against the sheets, your body worn and exhausted. You didn’t mind the soreness that you felt all over, sleep washing over you as you thought about his honeyed voice, those blue eyes, rough exterior. There was more to him even if he didn’t show it.

It went on for weeks. You were his perfect little cum dump, taking load after load, whenever he wanted. Your room. The kitchen. On the floor. He almost found it pathetic, how easily you let him back into your warmth when he never looked back at your twice after. It didn’t matter though. He got what he wanted.

Gala night

You sighed, sitting by yourself while everyone else mingled with their respective groups, you’d never been a fan of parties but you didn’t have much of a choice. You had to make an appearance at the gathering hosted by one of your families allies though you didn’t understand why. No one had even noticed you.

Well not exactly no one.

Bucky’s eyes lingered on you as he watched you across the room from his table. You hadn’t spoken to a soul all night, nervously fidgeting with your fingers, sipping on you glass of wine, the red liquid staining your lips. You wore a dark green dress, your legs on display with the thigh high slit and the sweet heart neckline showing off your perfect cleavage.

“Y/n” A son of your fathers friend wandered over, his hungry eyes flicking from your lips to your chest and up and down your legs. He noticed that you were alone, deciding to use the chance to get what he had been craving. He pulled up a seat beside you, sitting close enough so his legs brushed against yours.

“John” You smiled softly, internally wishing you had just stayed home. He had asked you out a number of times before and you always politely turned him down. Bucky narrowed his eyes at the blond who kept inching closer and closer to you, his hands trying to linger on your skin, lips whispering in your ear.

“You look beautiful. Did anyone accompany you?” He knew the answer but that didn’t matter. You shook your head and he grinned “You know you could have asked me sweets, I would have been happy to” He moved his hands to rest on your knee, slowly moving up to your thigh.

Your body jerked back, pulling away as if his touch burned your skin. His touch didn’t feel like Bucky’s. His eyes grew cold, it irritated him that you were so sweet and pathetically innocent yet unfazed by his attempts to seduce you; you’d never given into him.

“I-I appreciate that but I wanted to come alone” You didn’t want to upset him though you were very close to dumping a glass of wine on his head. Bucky’s jaw clenched at the way your body froze, discomfort evident on your face as he continued to try and paw at you.

Bucky didn’t like you.

Or care for you.

But you were still his to ruin and he wasn’t going to let someone stop that.

Is what he told himself as he shot out of his seat making his way to your table while Steve and Sam gave each other amused glances. Your eyes lit up as you saw Bucky taking long strides towards you, pulling you out of your seat and wrapping his arm around your waist without looking at you once. His eyes were trained on the blond that wordlessly glared back at him, not willing to argue with the mob moss as he walked away with you.

“I want to leave” You whispered up at him, craving to be touched by him, and forget the feeling of Walkers hands on you.

“Let’s get out of here” He tugged your wrist, dragging you into his SUV, tossing you in the back. You waited for him to get in, snuggling into his side when he slid in beside you, gasping when he gripped your cheeks, smashing his lips onto yours. There was nothing but tongue and teeth as he claimed you, biting and nipping at your lips, his hands grasping your waist to pull you closer.

“Home” He nodded to his driver before practically pulling you onto his lap, closing the divider as he sucked on your pulse point. He never brought women over to his place, given his line of work, he didn’t take the risk. But right now, his needs over threw that logic as he told the driver to take him home, ready to take you apart on his bed.

He hardly let you breathe the entire car ride, his tongue laced with yours, fingers tugging your hair, while your hands came down to grasp at his shirt. He broke away when the car stopped in front on the driveway, his hunger to have you wrapped around him growing stronger.

“Come here” He pulled you out of the car, carrying you in with your legs wrapped around his waist. He took you straight to his room, kicking the door closed, holding you up with one arm before locking it and setting you down. He threw his suit jacket off before turning you around and unzipping your dress, letting it fall and pool around you feet, leaving you in your underwear.

He groaned at the dark sheer lace that hugged your body, cupping your perfect breasts, your sweet pussy hardly covered by the tiny material of your panties.

“On your knees” He commanded, unbuttoning his pants, pulling his cock out, rubbing the tip onto your lips, making them glossy. You licked off his precum, moaning up at him while he gripped your hair back, the other hand holding onto your jaw. “Open”

He shoved his cock down your throat, guiding your face up and down his length, throbbing as you gagged and choked on him. His thumbs swiped over the tears that spilled down your cheeks, moaning at how wrecked you looked.

“So fucking perfect, sucking my cock like a the little slut you are” He groaned, “otsosi mne, printsessa”

Every whine and moan that you made went straight to his cock, twitching, dribbling arousal down your throat. He pulled you off, not willing to just cum in your mouth, not when his balls felt heavy, his cock desperate to be inside you. He carried you over to the bed, dropping you and ripping your lingerie off before stripping all his clothes off and crawling on top of you.

You let out a soft gasp at his complete bare form. He had never taken all his clothes off before, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander from his thick muscular thighs, dripping cock, perfect chest and handsome face, he was beautiful all over.

“James?” You blinked as he paused between your legs, the greedy side of him desperate to taste you, something he had denied himself thus far. Until tonight. You always smelled so sweet. He was going to make sure he touched and claimed every part of your body. “James, what are you-ohmygod!”

You gasped as he dove into your folds, his mouth unrelenting, sucking and swirling his tongue while he shoved two fingers into you, pumping them in and out, making your moans grow louder. He looked up at your squirming form, your head thrown back, thighs trembling and squeezing around his head.

“I-I’m gonna-fuckfuck-please-P-PLEASE”

He smirked against your clit, slapping the side of your thigh before sucking with more pressure and shoving a third finger in you, throwing you over the edge. Your juices spilled out of you, soaking his face, your scent and arousal covering his beard.

He didn’t give you any time to recover from you high, grasping your ankles and flipping you over, shoving your face down and bringing your ass up, his cock rubbing up and down your cunt.

“moya malen'kaya shlyushka“ He mumbled to himself, spanking your ass making you cry out. “Take it princess” He spanked you again, rubbing the sting away before grasping the soft flesh, squeezing it in his hands.

“Bet he would have loved to have you like this, hm?”

“Who?” Your brain couldn’t function, focused on his length pressed against you,

“Your little boy toy who wanted you attention so badly, ty shlyukha“ His fingers gripped tightly, humping and rutting his cock against you while you mewled, desperate for him to do something, “You ever let him put his cock in you?”

“N-no” You whined, as his hand gripping your ass further, guiding his cock to your fluttering entrance. A satisfied smirk graced his lips as he slammed into you, pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts, groaning at the way you cried out at the stretch. The sounds of his skin slapping on yours echoed through the room, nearly drowning out your muffled cries.

“Yeah, you know why baby? Cause your my little slut, my fucking cum dump” He wanted to ruin you so fucking badly, your pussy would never be the same, his hand snaking down to tug your hair for leverage to fuck you harder. “That’s all your fucking good for, to take my loads, give me something warm, tight and wet to cum in”

“F-uck! JAMES” He fucked you at an animalistic pace, moving to grip onto the headboard, his brows furrowed, keeping your face buried against the mattress.

“Such a well fucked hole, look-look at how you’re greedy cunt is swallowing my cock”

“P-PLEASE JAMES!” You had tears in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure, the overstimulation consuming your body. You could hardly focus on anything, your hands blindly searching for something to hold on to. You could tell if you wanted more or less, your belly tightening again, ready to cum for a second time.

“Shut up and take it” He growled, his hips snapping wildly, the headboard cracking under his grip. Your tears spurred him on, his cock growing harder, ruined on his bed, crying out for him. He moved one hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, moaning when he felt your pussy clench, shoving them deeper.

Your body always responded to him perfectly, he couldn’t hold on any longer, his balls heavy and tight, ready to fill you with his cum.

“Ready for my cum, princess? Open that little pussy up for me, m’gonna fill you so much, it’ll squirt out of you, make my cock creamy princess, dirty messy slut” You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your sensitive walls, your arousal making his balls wet eat time they slapped your clit. “Say it, say you want my fucking cum”

“I want your cum!” You slurred out, waiting for his warmth to flood you.

“Who, whose cum do you fucking want” His head was thrown back, cock starting to twitch, the tip swollen and sensitive.

“Yours daddy”

That did it, you were too fucked out to even register what you had just called him but Bucky hear it loud and clear. It unleashed something in him, giving you 3 harsh sloppy thrusts before he couldn’t hold off any longer.

“Shit-FUCK-hng fuuuckkkk” His movements stilled, his cock throbbing, spilling his cum into you. He gave you a few more sloppy thrusts, emptying himself before pulling out and pushing his sensitive cock into you again, rolling you over so he could see your fucked out face. He had to stop himself from lapping up your soaked pussy with his mixed arousal, his cock ready to fuck his cum back into you as it dripped out.

“I’m not done with you”

****

Your body was limp on the bed, panting, soreness and bruises littering your skin. He had thrown you around in every position, pulling pleasure from your body as if it satiated his hunger. He pumped you full of his loads, not leaving one part of you untouched, his hands, tongue and cock caressing your body.

After the last round, he had gotten up to splash some water on his face, his body covered in sweat, his spent cock soaked in your mixed arousal. He wasn’t a stranger to rough sex but even he felt worn out, having thrown you around like a ragdoll to his content, cumming in you until he couldn't anymore.

As he walked back, Bucky blinked, seeing your curled up form on his bed, snuggled in his sheets.

That wasn’t part of his plan.

He didn’t intend on letting you fall asleep.

He couldn’t help but slip under the covers, too exhausted to think about if this was appropriate or not, waves of sleep crashing over him. He swallowed thickly when you shifted in your sleep, snuggling into his side, seeking his warmth, your arm hugging his waist, head resting on his chest. He tried to shuffle over but you clung onto him in your sleep, tucking yourself against him as much as you could, letting out a small whine whenever he moved.

Your body felt to soft and warm on him. He had never taken the time to really look at you, but as you laid on his chest, his eyes flicked across your face, taking in your features.

Your lashes fluttering against your cheeks. The pout of your lips. The soft curve of your jaw. There was no doubt you were beautiful but there was also something ethereal. Angelic.

Almost...precious.

It almost felt wrong for him to touch something so sweet and delicate.

He could smell the soft scent of your shampoo.

His eyes drifted to the bruises that covered your body.

The ones he marked you with.

The ones he never paid attention to before.

The ones he should have kissed and massaged- no. No...No?

You were nothing more than a means to an end...but he couldn't stop himself from stroking your skin, while holding you close. His hand trailed down softly to trace down your spine, making you shiver, nuzzling against him further. He couldn’t understand how even in your sleep, you were sweet. Trusting. You wanted to be wrapped in his warmth. He thought about the way you looked up at him when he tugged you from the party. The way you stayed on his lap the entire care ride home.

He thought about how he left without looking back each time but you were always so warm whenever he came back. Soft. His body moved on its own, pulling the sheets up to cover you, pressing a delicate kiss onto your head.

What was going on with him.

The next morning

He blinked awake, frowning at the coldness of the bed. You had left at some point during the night, so quietly he didn’t even notice. He felt....disappointed. He wasn’t even sure why. He missed the way you fit in his arms. The way you slept so soundly while cuddled up with him.

Something changed after that night. He sought your warmth, not just your body. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him, your arms clinging to be closer, your adorable little disgruntled sounds whenever he shifted while you slept on his chest. The way your voice soothed him. It wasn’t hooking up or just fucking anymore. It was softer each time. More sweet words. Lingering touches. He’d stay longer just to hear your honeyed voice, talking about anything, it didn’t matter. He knew this was no longer just him trying to get back at your father.

He had fallen for you.

He never thought he’d be capable of that type of affection, yet with you he had his first taste of sweetness and he didn’t want to let go.

A few weeks later - His room

“Come here” He pulled you close to him, his hands softly caressing your body feeling every bit of you as he laid with you on his bed. He peppered soft kisses onto your face, making up for all the times he should have kissed you before, your skin felt like soft silk on his lips.

He pushed himself into you slowly, for the first time, feeling all of you wrapping him in your warmth. He’d been inside you so many times before but now he actually felt you. Your sweet body under his, trusting him to take care of you.

He couldn’t hurt you, you were so precious.

His hands gently held onto you, rocking his hips slowly, savoring every second.

You knew something was different. He knew something was different.

“James, don’t stop, p-pleaase”

“I won’t stop baby, I won’t”

“Don’t let go”

“I’ll never let go malyshka, prekrasnaya printsessa”

He was making the softest sweetest love to you and you clung onto his body never wanting it to end. He held you gently as you came undone for him, slowly thrusting into you as he reached his high. His touch was so delicate, you would have almost missed it.

He didn’t say a word about what had just happened.

He thought he could ignore it, go back to how things were but when he was still throbbing in you, unable to stop how much he was cumming for you, it was impossible. His body weight fell on you, still grinding and rutting his cock, moaning into your neck. He nearly sounded like he was in pain, overstimulating himself with your sweetness.

“James?” You cupped his face, making him look at you, your thumb caressing his scruffy cheek. “Is everything okay?”

“You feel good baby” he whispered, resting his forehead onto yours. “You feel go so good”

“James what’s wrong” Your voice was more firm this time, cocking your head, waiting for him to tell you what was on his mind. His eyes were glassy, pushing some of your hair back, his thumb stroking your forehead.

“You’re an angel” He gazed down at you, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, how did he ever think about using you.

“Baby, where’s this coming from?”

He stroked your hair, his heart sinking at your confused expression. He didn’t even know where to start. “I- he huffed in frustration, how could he look you in the eye and tell you what his intentions were. “I-I don’t deserve you” He shook his head, biting his lip, unable to meet your eyes. He rolled you both over so you rested on his chest, your doe eyes waiting for him to continue.

“Why?” The flash of hurt that crossed your face made his heart jump, he never wanted to be the cause of your pain.

“Because angel, you’ve always been sweet. Kind. Affectionate. I didn’t treat you the way you deserved. I left you on your on every night when I should have held you. Made love to you, not bruised you skin”

His voice had slowly dropped to a whisper, his heart racing. You could see tears well in his eyes, his hands trembling on your skin while he rubbed your back.

“You’re precious angel, I can’t believe I ever treated you otherwise. You deserved love from the start” He let the tears roll down his cheeks, full prepared for you to up and leave, he knew he wasn’t worthy of you at all. And yet...he couldn’t stop the next words that slipped past his lips.

“YA tebya lyublyu” You blinked up at him while he smiled softly, sniffling, cupping your cheek, brining you closer to him “I love you”

“You love me?” You could fee your heart hammer in your chest, as you inched closer, your nose bumping against his, your thumb wiping his tears.

“I do moya sladkaya malyshka” He kissed your forehead, then nose, and the softest kiss to your lips. “Please forgive me babygirl, please” His eyes were pleading with you, ready to give you the world in your hands if that’s what you wanted. You nodded, snuggling into his hold while he wrapped you tight, hoping he’d be able to have you just like this for the rest of his life. His sweet girl.

“I love you James”

“Say it again baby” He whispered, wanting to hear those words from you over and over again.

“I love you” you smiled against his skin, while he kissed your head.

“My sweet doll” He adored you so much. “Say it again”

After secret dating and sneaking around for as long as you could

Now given that Bucky is your fathers rival, you can imagine it isn’t exactly the easiest thing to bring up. Tony is not immediately on board. At all.

Until he sees you both one day when you both think no one’s looking. He’s a little taken aback at how soft Bucky is for you. Who knew such a jackass could also be such a gentleman.

Your both outside in your garden; you thought your dad had gone out for meetings for the day. Bucky has you on his lap, feeding you berries with kisses in between each bite. He can’t take his eyes off you, nose nuzzled against your cheek, cuddling you under the warm sun. He can’t stop smiling and looking at you with heart eyes, his hands playing with your hair.

Clint snorts, watching Tony narrow his eyes at you both while watching you from his office. He so badly wants to shoot Bucky because again, how dare this cocky jack ass come to his house and woo his babygirl, fuck no.

But also...

You looked so happy.

“They’re cute, huh” Clint joined Tony’s side, smirk down at your both.

“Shut up”

He wants to go down and tell the mob boss to get his hands off his daughter but you laugh and snuggle into Bucky further.

“It’s been months boss, she’s the only one he’s been with, I hate to say it but it looks like he really loves her. And she loves him”

“Why do you know this”

“You’re not the only one who keeps tabs on her, she’s everyone little princess” Clint rolled his eyes, knowing the way all of Tony’s men cared for you like their own. Tony grunts, leaving to pour himself a taaaallll glass of whisky.

He wasn’t Bucky’s number 1 fan but for his little princess, he will allow it. There’s no doubt that Bucky loves you almost more than him. If you were a princess at home, Bucky treats you like a queen. You’d always be protected. Cared for.

Bucky comes directly to Tony all on his own, asking for your hand. Yes, its an outdated practice but he respects Tony and wants him to know his intentions are to love you and take care of you. He knows how much it would mean to you for father to say yes.

It’s a long discussion. Lots of differences put aside. Alliances formed.

Tony still thinks Bucky is a jackass but he can’t help but smile at the happy squeals he hears down the hall when Bucky goes straight to you to ask you to marry him.

A sweet intimate wedding. Not exactly small, but only people you both care for are there. Steve and Sam spend the entire time at the altar with shit eating “I told you so” grins.

(Tony’s wedding present is the south side)

Your first son, Steve Anthony Barnes is spoiled beyond reason by literally everyone. Steve and Sam compete with Tony and Clint and it’s done nothing but get on your nerves because you’d need a second house with how many presents he gets for no reason at all.

Your baby girl, Rebecca Samantha Barnes is daddy’s little princess. (Bucky will never, ever in his life admit he now understands how Tony felt over you. He kicks himself every so often and spoils you as much as he can)

The twins, Clinton and Natalia can only be left together for so long before they get up to mischief. Which is every minute of the day. Steve confirmed that dealing with illegal shipments was less terrorizing. Everyone agreed.

And of course with each day, Bucky is still head over heals in love with you.

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buckyalpine · 9 months

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Beefy Mob Bucky catches you

Let's ignore the fact that I have 50 wips and many requests, lets think about thicc, beefy, sexy daddy mob Bucky and his needy slutty princess. He's been away for weeks, leaving you to take care of yourself and its been hell not having him there to fill your needy pussy up. You managed to distract yourself for a bit but you could only take so much, the ache between your legs growing unbearable. Which is exactly what led yourself to be in this position, naked, with your vibrator slipping in and out of you, whining and whimpering on the bed. You were so lost in your fantasy of your beefy daddy railing you with his cock, splitting you in half, you missed the sound of footsteps approaching the door and the click of the doorknob.

The low growl he let out caught your attention but you couldn't be bothered to stop, more arousal pouring out of you at the sight of your mob boss watching you with his lustful eyes, the bulge in his pants pressed tight against the fabric.

"Look at you babygirl" He purred, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt while walking over to the bed, fully focused on the creamy mess you had already made between your legs, your doe eyes unable to focus with how pent up you were. "This is my pussy princess, who gave you permission to play with it"

"Missed you daddy" You whimpered, fucking yourself faster, deep in subby space, your back arching off the bed as the toy hit your g-spot. It didn't fill or stretch you the way Bucky did but you needed this and you were too far gone to stop even if he was finally home. "Felt too tingly"

You slowed down your movements while Bucky stripped off his clothes, standing at the foot of the bed, his cock standing tall and proud, leaking down the shaft.

"Ah- I didn't tell you to stop pretty girl, keep going" He crossed his arms over his broad chest, loving the way your moans melted into soft cries; you were nearly drooling at the sight of him caressing his ego.

"Awww, my poor princess, you want daddy's cock, is that all baby? Your little button got all tingly cause I wasn't here to rub you better, is that it?" Bucky crawled onto the bed and on top you, his thick thighs spread apart while he cock hung above your face, balls nudging against your chin. You nodded, letting out a wanton moan at the sight of him, you were so close to being able to taste him and fuck he smelled so goddamn good. Bucky reached for the toy that you were still languidly playing with, tossing it aside before smirking down at you. "Tell daddy all the things you wanted baby"

"Wanna suck you" You mewled, nuzzling your nose against his heavy sac, desperate to wrap your lips around his leaky head. Who was he to deny his needy baby, desperate for his cock. He squeezed around the base of his length, painting your lips with precum before slipping it into your mouth. You moaned at the salty precum that dripped onto your tongue, greedy lapping and suckling from his head, eyes rolling back from how good he tasted.

"Hungry for milk are you princess?" Bucky loved the lewd sound of your desperate sucking, your gags and moans were muffled with how deep his cock was in your throat. He could feel his cock throb, surprised at himself at how quickly his orgasm already built up, thought it was expected whenever he was with you, his insatiable minx. "C’mon baby, drink from daddy’s thick fat bottle that’s it, such a good dumb baby, makin' me so hard, where do you want my cum pretty girl" Bucky slipped his cock out of you mouth, chuckling at the disgruntled whine you let out.

"Inside daddy" You moaned, spreading your legs for him, giving him a few of your tight fluttering hole begging to be filled. Bucky didn't waste a second positioning himself above you and shoving his cock in with one stroke, pounding you into the mattress with full force.

"D-D-ADDYYY" You cried out, clawing at his wide back to grasp onto something, your legs wrapping around his thick waist while he plowed into you, deep grunts and moans slipping past his lips while he ruined your pussy with his cock.

"This pussy is mine, all fucking mine, mine to fuck, mine to lick, mine to play with, mine to fill up, you hear me princess?" Bucky let his heavy body cage you, his arms wrapping around your body to hold you close to him, fucking you till the headboard banged against the wall. "No more pathetic toys baby, daddy's gonna give you all the cock you want, s'that what you want baby? My little cockdrunk bunny"

"Wan-wan cock-I-daddy cumming!!" You hiccupped between sobs, squirting all over his crotch, wetting the bed in the process, the band in your belly snapping without warning. Bucky nearly came on the spot at the way way you soaked him, the slick sounds of your combined arousal filling the room, his pace faltering.

"Sweetheart, you wet the bed, you're so messy princess, daddy loves his dirty girl. So naughty aren't you, gonna cum for you bunny, fuck-take it-TAKE IT" Bucky nearly roared, letting out a deep guttural moan before stilling and pushing himself in as far as he could before his cock started to throb. "M'fucking cumming so much for you baby-fuckkkk"

He didnt bother pulling out of you, rutting his cock in and out till he was milked dry, rolling over so you were now on top, his length still deep in your pussy. You whimpered at the feeling of his cum dripping of you, clenching around him, still hazy from your orgasm but alert enough to know you wanted more.

"Wan cock" You slurred out while Bucky chuckled, shaking his head and kissing your temple, holding you to his chest.

"Maybe after a nap my insatiable little bunny"

Anyway. My bad.

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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No thots, just -

Debauched. Filthy. What happens when your mafia husband thinks his sweet housewife doesn’t know how to take what she wants.

Warnings: SMUUTTT & Flufff, after care for our Bucky babie

You squirmed on the couch in Bucky’s office, watching your husband pace around the room, downing his drink before sending a few of his men off to check on an upcoming shipment. His sleeves were rolled up, the dark ink covering his skin on full display. You nearly whimpered, watching his jaw clench; nothing got you more flustered than watching Bucky frustrated and agitated.

It didn’t help that it had been ages since you got to spend time with him. Bucky’s full attention had been on new business deals, leaving you take care of yourself most nights and it wasn’t enough. You needed him. It wasn’t his fault; you knew what his line of work entailed. Still. You were growing needier by the second, wanting his attention, only to be denied each time because he was busy or exhausted.

Bucky felt awful, leaving you again for another night. He knew you missed spending time with him even if you never said anything. You’d taken to sitting in his office while he had meetings, just wanting to be in the same room as him; his pretty patient angel, so soft and loving. You never complained about him being busy, always so understanding.

Nothing compared to you.

“Angel?”

Bucky walked into the bedroom, surprised to find you wide awake, sitting against the headboard in one of his shirts. You set your book down, your eyes trailing down his body; a mix of emotions surging through your veins. You felt needy and desperate watching Bucky undo the top buttons of his shirt as he made his way towards you. You blinked, looking at the growing tightness in his pants, smelling the scent of his cologne as he sat beside you, his hand coming to cup your face.

“What’s wrong my pretty baby” Bucky cooed, disliking the pout on your face though he knew what was wrong. You shrugged, looking down at your freshly manicured nails. He’d promised to take you out during the week and of course, it never happened. “M’sorry I had to leave today. What would make you feel better princess”

Bucky pulled you into his lap, his nose nuzzling into your neck. He held you close to him, waiting for you to melt into his arms but your body remained tensed. “I’ll take a month off, we can go anywhere you want baby, just say where”

You shook your head, while he kissed your shoulder, his hands rubbing up and down your arms.

You needed more.

You craved him.

It had been weeks and your neediness was turning into a feral desire.

“I can take you shopping then?” He looked at you hopefully, but you shook your head again.

“I want to play” You whispered, peeking up at him through your lashes. Bucky blinked, surprised by your request, not that he’d ever argue against it.

“That’s what you want baby?” he looked into your eyes to make sure he understood correctly; you nodded, your sweet innocent eyes sparkling.

“Whatever my doll wants” He smirked, while you bit your lip, your body growing hotter; you straddled his lap, slinging your arms around his neck. One of his favorite things to do was take apart his angel over and over again, having you moaning and crying around his cock while he made you cum round after round. You were so beautiful and submissive for him, always such a good girl, his perfect little wife only an obedient slut for him.

He loved it.

He cocked his head, watching you squirm on the bed, not getting undressed for him as you usually did. Instead, your eyes raked up and down his body with unsatisfied hunger, too much time apart, you felt touch starved, desperate to take what you wanted.

“What is it princess” Bucky looked at you curiously when you reached up for his shirt, slowly removing the buttons with shaky fingers, usually he always stripped before tearing your clothes off, so what were you doing?

“I-

“Tell me baby” Bucky cocked his head watching you look at him with doe eyes, your lip caught between your teeth.

“Want to tie you, daddy” You whispered, gripping onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you. “Want to play my way”

Bucky’s breath hitched before he nodded, wondering what his sweet angel could possibly do, you had never taken control before. He smirked watched you strip the rest of his shirt off before working at the button of his pants.

“You sure about this angel, y’know I can make you feel so good baby, you don’t even have to lift a finger”

“No, just let me-” Your hands fumbled pulling his pants down, not willing to give into his teasing.

You had him spread out on the middle of the bed, before reaching over to the bedside table and cuffing his hands to the head board. He looked perfect; your handsome husband in his full naked glory, eyeing you up and down while you took. a step back to admire your work, a little smile playing at your lips. Bucky smirked as his cock stood tall and proud waiting for you to do what you wanted.

“Go ahead and use me baby”

Bucky watched you slowly crawl back up the bed, kneeling between his legs, a sweet pout on your lips.

Poor innocent doll, you wouldn’t even know where to start.

He was wrong.

So very wrong.

He’d awoken a monster.

You had edged yourself in front of him with your favorite vibrator pressed to your clit, dragging through your soaked folds, moaning and crying out while all he could do was watch. You were laid out across from him, your legs spread apart, head thrown back, pleasuring yourself to no end while all he could do was pathetically thrust his hips up into the air. His cock was leaking, the tip nearly purple from how hard he was.

“Doll…” Bucky groaned as you let out another high pitched moan, pulling the vibrator away just before your orgasm. The sheets were damp with your arousal, your creamy slick covering your inner thighs. “Sweet heart please…”

You made your way over to him, brining the toy to his lips, smearing your slick onto his mouth.

“Suck, daddy” You smiled while Bucky locked his eyes with you, his tongue darting out to lick your arousal clean. He moaned, his eyes nearly rolling back at your taste, sucking off every drop before you pulled it away. You turned it on again, trailing it down to his sensitive head; your heart raced at the way Bucky’s entire body jolted against the mattress, his arms tugging at his restraints, hips squirming and bucking from your ministrations.

“FUCK” Bucky’s head was thrown back, his chest heaving. “BABY, Princess, s’too sensitive-shit-s’too much baby”

“You said whatever I want daddy” You pouted, pressing the wand harder against his length, slowly raking it up and down his cock, making your way down to his sensitive balls. “You said I could use you”

“Fuck, gonna cum-yes-gonna cum” Bucky hissed through his teeth as you pressed it harder against him, watching him throb, pulling away right before his cock burst. He let out a frustrated groan, his eyes squeezed shut. You loved the way his skin was flushed, sweat starting to bead at his forehead.

You’d only started.

You kneeled between his legs, taking his swollen, leaky tip into your mouth, swirling and sucking him for all his was worth. His eyes growing wide when you slapped the side of his thigh as soon as he tried to fuck your mouth.

“Stay still daddy”

Any other day, he would have relished seeing you like this but today it was too much. His pretty slutty baby, edging him to no end, his cock in her mouth while she sucked his soul, not giving him one release. Bucky couldn’t take it, even when you were in control you sounded so sweet and innocent but you were clearly everything but that. You gathered his pre cum on your tongue, humming at his taste before straddling him, bringing your lips to brush against his.

“Taste yourself” You whispered before smashing your lips against his, your tongue coated with his arousal dripping onto his tongue. “Don’t you taste good baby?” You giggled, crawling back down to swipe your tongue across his slit once more and kissing him deeply again. Bucky moaned, tasting himself on your lips but what got him off more was how filthy you were.

You grabbed his cock, giving him a few tugs, working him up to another orgasm before squeezing the base of his shaft, stopping his climax. You tutted, feeling his hips try to rut in your hand to chase some type of friction.

“Baby girl pl-” You gently slapped his cheek, immediately stopping his movement, innocently shaking your head in disapproval. “Angel, pleasepleaseplease”

“What’s wrong daddy”

“Baby, let me cum, I wanna cum”

You giggled, giving him a shrug before your demeanor shifted, your eyes boring into his.

“Hold it”

You straddled him, lining up your soaked cunt with his cock, slowly sinking down on him. Bucky’s mind was reeling, the feeling of your warm wet silky walls was too much, he was sure he was going to blow his load before you even started to move.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to” You leaned down to press a soft kiss onto his nose before your hands gripped onto the headboard to give you enough leverage. You slammed your hips down on him, your pussy swallowing his entire length, moaning while you fucked yourself on his cock.

“OH FUCKK Y/N” His voice bounced off the walls, his orgasm already licking up his spine, precum spurting from the tip of his cock as he tried to hold off. You rode him faster, clenching each time you rose up, choking his sensitive cockhead till he was nearly crying. “ANGEL IM-IM GONNA BLOW-”

“Not yet” You moaned out, bringing your hand to your clit, rubbing tight fast circles on yourself while Bucky forced his eyes open, letting out deep gutteral moans watching you play with yourself.

“Oh God you look so fuckin’ pretty baby, you’re so pretty like this, fuck me-y/n-sweet girl-I-I’m gonna bust baby, I can’t, I can’t-

“M’not done with you yet daddy” You whined out, fucking yourself on his rock hard cock, getting off his voice growing needier, “Gonna make a mess all over you first daddy-AH” Your head was thrown back as you started to cum around his cock, your juices making the dark hair at the base of his cock a white creamy mess.

Bucky gritted his teeth feeling your cunt clench and squeeze his length, helping you ride your orgasm out without completely blowing his load and filling you up. Just as he thought you were going to grant him his orgasm, you pulled yourself off him, letting his painfully hard length slap against his tummy.

“Wait, please, baby, I-”

“You remember your colours?” You asked sweetly while Bucky’s eyes grew wide with anticipation. He nodded while you kneeled between his thighs again, spreading them wide apart.

“An-angel” Bucky’s breath hitched as soon s he felt your soft fingers press against his tight ring of muscle, immediately clenching out of instinct, no one had ever touched him there before.

“You always play with my special spot” You looked at him innocently, rubbing your fingers around his hole, your other hand softly caressing his thigh, “Why can’t I play with daddy’s special spot too”

“My-my-” Bucky stuttered while you cooed, applying a little more pressure to his entrance.

“Daddy’s sensitive special spot-” You pressed slightly, making his eyes roll back, “Right here. Breathe daddy, I’ll stop if you don’t want it”

Bucky was already lost in how good the slight pressure felt, craving for more of your sweet torture.

“Keep going”

“Just relax for me daddy” You whispered, gently letting your finger slip in to the first knuckle, pausing before pushing a bit more. “Color?”

“Green angel, green, green, Oh-oh f-fuck” His abs tensed while he cock started to leak on his abs, “Don’t stop pretty girl, makin’ daddy feel so good” His voice started to slur as you started to drag your finger in and out, slowly adding another. You pumped your fingers as far as they would go, curling them up to massage against his walls.

“Is it right there daddy?” You moaned with him while his back arched off the bed, vision going white from pleasure feeling you press against his prostate. “Daddy’s special spot?”

“FUCK-oh god baby, it-fuck its sensitive there, M’gonna-fuck sweet, I’ll cum without you even touching me, what the hell-” His moans grew louder, jaw slack, chest heaving harder as you started to move faster, the sensation overwhelming when you stretched him open. “HARDER ANGEL-fuck yes right there right there- please- more baby, touch me there, yesyesyesfuck-YES”

You squeezed your thighs together watching your husband fall apart, reaching for the vibrator and holding it to your clit, your second orgasm building in your belly while Bucky couldn’t hold off any longer.

“I’m gonna cum, gonna cum ‘round your fingers baby, cock is gonna bow, I- HNGGG - MOTHER FUC-UHHGGGG OH GOD” Cum burst out of his swollen head, silky ropes shooting up to his chest and chin, a few streams falling on his lips. “HNGG ANGEL” His head was thrown back on the pillow as more cum throbbed out, the sight of him losing it bringing your second orgasm crashing down.

“You look so pretty daddy!” You whined out, shivering at the after shocks of your high while he continued to clench around your fingers, a needy whimper slipping past his lips.

“S-sensitive angel” He slurred, hissing when you pulled out, softly massaging the area after.

“You made a mess Jamie” You pressed a soft kiss to his softening cock, smiling at the whimper that he let out.

“Clean me up angel, please?” He was too exhausted to move, closing his eyes while you licked up his body, letting your tongue slip into his mouth, giving him another taste of his cream.

Bucky moaned against your lips while you uncuffed him, his hands falling to his sides, whining when you pulled away.

“Where you going” He pouted while you kissed his forehead, leaving to grab a warm damp washcloth to wipe him down with.

“Gonna clean you up baby” you were careful, touching him gently, wiping around his sensitive cock, and up his body, tossing the towel to the side with plenty of kisses in between. Bucky blushed at the feeling, loving the way you were so careful with his body, loving every inch of it with your soft hands and lips.

It was usually him taking care of you; he didn’t realize how much he’d love being taken care of like this. You cradled his exhausted body close to yours, kissing his temple and rubbing his back while he nuzzled his face into your chest.

“My angel takin’ care of me” He smiled against your skin, letting you baby him while he closed his eyes, feeling your soft lips all over him, pulling the sheets over you both.

“My Jamie” You played with his hair till he fell asleep, giggling at the way he clung onto you, curled up and snoring softly, his body drained. You fell asleep with him, happy to finally have him in your arms. Bucky stirred awake, kissing up your neck, his hands trailing between your bodies, easing his fingers between your legs.

“Time to play with your special spot angel”

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Missing

This is so dumb. Imma post it anyway. This is more of a pure ridiculousness and fluff fever dream with grumpy mob Bucky and sunshine reader, was in the mood for a lil sassy Bucky.

A silly part 2

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE”

Bucky’s men swallowed thickly, staring lowly at their feet while he glared at them, their silence angering him more. How could they let this happen.

“So none of you. NONE OF YOU thought to keep an eye on her to make sure nothing happened to her?!”

Silence.

“I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HER WHILE I WAS GONE”

Sam and Steve shook their heads a the group, they should have known better than to be so careless, this wouldn’t have happened under their watch.

“Fucking hell, I leave you idiots in charge for 5 days, 5 FUCKING DAYS, and that was some how too much?!”

Bucky sucked in a breath, storming to his office, deciding he could tell them off later. Right now, he had bigger problems and the longer he waited, the harder it would be to get her back. His baby. His sweet heart. His angel. His everything. Steve and Sam followed, ready to search the entirety of New York all day and night if they had to.

“Buck, what do you plan on doing, she could be anywhere, we can send the team to look-

“I’m not sending those idiots” Bucky rubbed his temples before pulling up his laptop. The scowl from his face dropped when he saw the little blinking red dot on the screen. “Thank fuck, her tracking device is still working”

“You put a tracking device on her?” Sam gawked, before snorting and shaking his head. Of course the mobster did, how could he expect any less.

“Well, now you see why I did” Bucky shrugged, turning the laptop for the other two men to see. The coordinates weren’t near them but it didn’t matter. “I don’t get how the fuck she ended up there, but we have to go now, lets go”

Bucky couldn’t help the tick of his jaw, the twitch of his fingers as they drove down the streets to get to her. He narrowed his eyes as they neared the location, he didn’t care what or who he’d have to face, he would get her back if it meant he had to burn the cutesy little house to the ground.

The three men hopped out of the black SUV, guns and knives in check, taking long strides to the little porch of the house and straight to the door. Bucky wasted no time, his fist flying to the door. As soon as it opened, he stared down at you, his jaw clenched, chest heaving.

“Where is she”

5 Days ago

You yelped feeling a warm soft ball of fur brush by your legs as you restocked some flowers your stall. You looked down to see a pair of bright blue eyes looking up at you, a sweet little white kitten slinking around your ankles.

“Oh hello” You giggled, as the feline purred, rubbing herself and nuzzling into your leg, lifting her paws up so you could carry her. You smiled, cradling her in your arms; her perfect silky soft fur and gold jeweled collar indicated she was definitely not a stray.

“Who do you belong to princess” You carefully looked at her collar, only to find her name on it without an address. “Hmm Alpine. What will I do with you sweetie?” You cooed while she nudged her face into your neck, her paws kneading into your skin.

“I suppose you can stay with me and we can put some posters up for your owners to come find you?”

“Meow”

You giggled, deciding to close the stall early for the afternoon, making your way down to the pet store to grab a few tins of food and other supplies for your new guest, unsure of how long she’d be with you (though you secretly hoped her owners wouldn’t come for her too soon).

“Hmm little princess like you, how about this soft cat bed?”

Halfway through your shopping trip, you forgot Alpine wasn’t actually yours, filling the cart with treats, toys, a bed and a number of other things you certainly didn’t need. You couldn't help it though, cooing at the little ball of fluff that contently curled up in your arms as you walked up and down the aisles.

Of course.

She loved all her toys. And ate all her food. And was the most polite little house guest. Her daddy taught her proper manners.

Except.

She never used the bed.

No.

In the middle of the night you felt 4 tiny paws climb over your side, nuzzling itself into the crook of your neck, her purring as loud as a motor boat. You sighed to yourself, snuggling Alpine in your arms, wondering how much time you’d get to spend with the fur baby.

Present

You jumped, hearing loud banging at your door; dropping your rolling pin on the counter. You ran to the door, blinking up at the 3 huge men at your doorway with wide eyes, all of them staring down at you, the one in the middle looked like he was going to just walk right in.

“Where is she”

“Who-

You blinked again in confusion before connecting the dots; the chain around Bucky’s wrist was very similar to the one Alpine wore as a collar. You bit back a giggle, looking at the large man in front of you. His rings, dark suit and the gun poking from his waist band was a stark contrast to the little ball of fluff you had housed for five days.

“Oh! You’re here for Alpine?”

You stepped aside, letting all three men into your home. Bucky paused for a moment after he actually look in his surroundings. Your home reminded him of a cute doll house; a small porch with a swing. The outside painted a soft yellow. Flowers were all around your garden. The inside of your house smelled like cinnamon and vanilla with pictures of family decorating the walls. It was adorable.

“Come with me, I’m sure she’s still where I left her”

You led the mob boss down the hall to the living room and Bucky’s heart was beating a little faster than usual. You were in a dotted dress, an apron still around your waist. Your hair was still a little tousled from your time in the kitchen; smearing's of flour streaks your nose and cheeks.

You looked like a doll.

The most adorable- No. Focus.

Sam and Steve glanced at each other, smirking, watching Bucky give you heart eyes as he trailed behind you, the two whispering while you both disappeared into the living room.

“Bet you 50, Alpine gets a spot at the altar”

“The altar?”

“When they get married” Sam shrugged, while Steve snorted.

“Alpine, look whose here” You smiled softly, while Bucky’s heart leapt seeing his little princess curled up in one of your sweaters, her paws batting at the strings of your hoodie. She perked up, scampering off the couch and into Bucky’s arms, purring and burying herself into his chest.

“Hey sweet girl” Bucky whispered, kissing the top of her head. “You went on an adventure, huh?” He scratched her behind the ears, giving her all the kisses she had missed out on for days. “Daddy missed you baby”

Your heart melted, looking at how Alpine nearly disappeared in Bucky’s large arms and the way he was so soft for his little fur baby. His eyes were glazed over, cooing and kissing her. It was also then that you realized he was incredibly handsome. Blue eyes like Alpine, tan skin, stubble covering his cheeks, pink lips. Beautiful.

“How did you know she was here?” You hesitantly took a step closer to stroke the top of her head. Bucky smiled at the way Alpine responded to you as she leaned into your touch, on cloud nine now that she had a possible mommy to play with-

“Oh” Bucky blushed again, realizing he had essentially just barged into your home without warning, not actually telling you who he was, or what he was even there for. “Her collar; it has a tracker”

“I-I um- brought some stuff for her, you-you can take it with you if you like?” You quickly stepped away to grab the box of the things you had bought for her and Bucky’s heart leapt again at your sweetness. “She didn’t use her bed, only slept with me”

“Yeah, her daddy would’ve probably done the same if you found him instead- ow” Sam whispered before he yelped when Steve flicked his hear, trying to contain his laugh.

Bucky thanked you, not trusting himself to speak each time you looked at him with your sweet eyes. He wanted to give you something to taking such good care of his baby but of course you refused and he only fell for you more. Alpine mewed, looking back longingly as the SUVs pulled out of the driveway before lookin at her dad right in the eye. Why were you not coming with them?

*****

“Alp?”

Bucky set down the book he was reading, as Alpine slinked out of bed, making her way over to the box of stuff you had bought for her. She dragged a sweater of yours that had fallen into the box, pulling it up onto the bed and kneading it before making her self comfortable, burying her face in, purring loudly. Bucky snorted, wrapping her up in the sweater and cradling her, clearly he wasn’t the only one that had spent all day thinking about you.

“You like her huh?” Bucky looked down at the sassy thing in his arm; the slow blink she gave him was all he needed to know. “You want her to be your mommy?” Bucky blinked to himself, shaking his head. What was he doing, taking relationship advice from his cat. “I’m getting a head of myself”

“Yeah, starting with the fact that you’re talking to a cat. Now go ask her out”

Bucky growled, rolling his eyes, hearing Sam’s muffled cackle through his closed door. Sam wasn’t wrong though.

He had to ask you out.

*****

“Make it 100. 100 bucks Alpine is at the wedding”

“Add another 5, she’ll officiate the wedding”

“You think he’ll want Alp on our side with the groomsmen or with her”

“There won’t be any groomsmen left alive if you all don’t shut the fuck up”

*Whispers*

“Alp will be with the groomsmen”

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Catch Me If You Can 1/3

Mob!Bucky x Single mom police officer Reader

This is a crack fic, ridiculousness, cuteness, angstttt.

Warnings: Kidnapping, fluffffff, single mom reader, crappy ex, Mob Bucky is a whole ass warning

LMK how you feel about these 2

Part 2

Part 3

The plan was simple. Not the most ideal, not the first thing the mob boss would have planned to but desperate times called for desperate measures. He needed this shipment to go through and he was done being patient.

“We gotta move quick” Bucky murmured, driving slowly behind the target, the dark windows of the SUV making it impossible to see who was inside. As soon as the traffic light turned red, they stopped the truck, swinging the doors open and stepping in front of their mark.

“Hey! What are you-”

“Shh, just get in the car” Bucky towered over him, his face stern, cocking an eyebrow at the big eyes that stared up at him. Sam and Steve were by his side with equally stoic expressions, nodding to the open door, their hostage reluctantly getting into the backseat with an annoyed huff. They drove to Bucky’s club, target in tow as they made their way to the office, strange looks exchanged by patrons, looking at Bucky’s latest captive.

Steve shut the door while Bucky strode across the room to answer a call, breathing a sigh of relief hearing the deal had gone off without a hitch. Nothing had been seized and the deal was set, thanks to his last minute decision. He reached for a crystal decanter, pouring a glass of whiskey for himself when a voice caught his attention.

“Why am I here” Bucky turned around to face all 4 feet, 2 inches of his hostage, little furrowed brows knitted in the middle, arms crossed with his chest puffed out, a heavy bookbag making his solid stance a little wobbly. “Is this because my mommy wants to put you in jail?” Bucky nearly choked on his whisky while Steve snorted, doing a poor job to mask his laugh. “I can see why. Kidnapping is against the law”

By this point, both Sam and Steve were nearly on the floor, attempting to keep their stoic expressions on by covering their mouths, covering their laugh with a cough. Bucky raised a brow, not sure if he was insulted or impressed at the sass and lack of fear the 8 year old had. None of them were exactly fans of anything that involved children. It was an unspoken rule; children were always left untouched. He had to break that rule this time though, knowing if things had gone south, it would have led to a gang war which would have been far worse than the stunt he just pulled kidnapping a police offers son.

Police officer.

Bucky had most of the justice system and law enforcement at his fingertips, all happily bowing to his bidding, letting his deals and illegal activities slip under the radar. Most were more than happy to comply with what he asked. Most were happy to turn a blind eye.

Except the departments newest officer.

The absolute bane of his very existence.

The only person who had actually ever managed to get him arrested though he was quickly released; no one else wanting to get on his bad side by actually pressing charges.

But you refused to back down.

At first Bucky brushed it off, figuring you’d get with the program and eventually quieten down but no. You were constantly there, making his job more difficult than it had to be, your irritatingly righteous need to keep the city free of gang activity driving him up the wall.

The last straw was a few weeks ago when he had set up an arms deal with the East side of the city, an exchange of weapons, but more importantly, a possible alliance between groups. Things going successfully would mean more protection for both the North and East and stronger joint front. You had managed to track communication between the groups, readying a team to shut down the exchange, ignoring the warnings you got from the mob boss.

Bucky was done playing nice.

It was more than the police just showing up. His power meant everyone listened to him. No one, not even the law disobeyed or strayed from his word. A single officer looking to take him down would have shown weakness; that he didn’t have all the control he should have. Weak links were unacceptable.

Which lead to his plan.

To hold onto your son for awhile so you’d abandon the plan you’d put together, none of your colleagues willing to stop anything on their own, everyone retreating far away from the deal while it took place.

And it worked.

He had managed to take your son while he was on his way home from school and you had been informed of his location. Everything else went smoothly; problem solved. Still, nothing prepared him for how unbothered and how at ease his little captive would be.

“I’m guessing you’re the man mommy calls -” Your son blinked at Bucky, chewing his lips, thinking for a moment before continuing. “She says I can’t use those words. I’m gonna call you Uncle Bucky” He shrugged, plopping onto the chair, grabbing one of Bucky’s fountain pens, proceeding to doodle on a notepad on the desk.

“You-you can’t-” For the first time in his life Bucky found himself speechless, looking incredulously at the little boy proceed to draw, the mop of dark brown hair on his head, covering his eyes slightly.

“It’s Mr. Barnes” He muttered, while your son tossed his book bag off to grab a comic book that was inside, drawing a character that was on the cover.

“It’s Jordan” your son replied, now fully focused on his Batman cartoon.

“I like this kid” Steve half wheezed while Bucky stared at the little thing in front of him, his lips struggling to stay in a firm line, the corners itching to tug up into a smile.

“Mommy said you’re a bad man” He piqued, looking at the mob boss from the corner of his eye, “I can’t say you did yourself any favors today Mr. Uncle Bucky”

Before Steve and Sam could full on belly laugh, your panicked voice carried through the bar, nearing the office.

“Jordan? Jordan!” The office doors slammed open to your frantic face, running over to your little one as soon as your eyes landed on him, scooping him in your arms, “Baby, are you okay?”

Bucky felt his heart soften for a moment, watching your heart break and mend itself all at once as soon as you had your son wrapped in your arms again. He shook his head, reminding himself of why he took your son in the first place, ignoring the warmth that was trying to melt his soul.

“You fu-” You bit your tongue, taking deep breath, keeping in mind there were little ears listening. “How could you?!”

“Had to get a message across doll, you don’t seem to listen” Bucky shrugged while you let out a law growl, hauling your son up and grabbing his school bag, wanting to get him out of there and back home more than anything else.

“This isn’t over” You shot over your shoulder before leaving the office and exiting the bar. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk slightly, he didn’t like you but he couldn’t help but admire the fiery fearless side of you that never backed down, not even to him.

“M’sure it isn’t, mama bear” Bucky murmured to himself, inspecting the little doodle your son left behind; an image of Batman and a small Robin.

Of course you were not able to do anything about the kidnapping; none of the higher ups were willing to put their neck on the line to arrest Bucky and your boss shrugged, giving you a very pointed I told you so look.

Jordan also seemed unaffected with the whole ordeal, often asking you what Uncle Bucky was up to these days as if he were a colleague from work. Truthfully, you were not even 100% what Bucky had been up to. Things had been suspiciously calm ever since the incident happened and while you were thankful for some peace and quiet, you wondered if he was up to something.

Nothing was ever quiet with that man.

Meanwhile you also had other problems to deal with. While work calmed down, your stress was higher than ever looking at the number of missed calls on you phone from Jordan’s father. The very man who decided he wanted nothing to do with either of you the day you found out you were pregnant. The man who promptly kicked you out of the house to fend for yourself. The man who had now decided would be a great time to reenter your sons life and be a stand up father.

And maybe get some spousal benefits from your job.

You could never catch a break.

A few weeks later - Bucky’s office

“You kept this, huh?” Steve picked up the doodle on Bucky’s desk, smiling at the way Bucky’s eyes grew wide before trying to back to his signature frown.

“Didn’t notice” Bucky lied, though his best friend could see right through him, knowing Bucky didn’t keep just anything on his table, every single item on the desk having a purpose.

“He kinda reminds me of you” Steve pointed out, thinking back to all the times little Bucky had stood up for him when they were kids, putting on a brave face in front of the meanest. “Kinda looks like you too”

“Hm” Bucky grunted, wondering himself why he still had the picture. He made a conscious decision not to throw it out; each time he had to write something down, he’d grab a paper below it and carefully put the drawing back on top. Steve was right; Jordan did look like him when he was little and had the same feisty, sassy personality as he did though he was sure the bravery your son had was from you.

You.

In a strange way, Bucky missed having to deal with your nagging and threats to take him down; business had been quiet so there wasn’t a reason for you to chase after him. You made things interesting; it’s not that he wanted anyone to make his job harder than it had to be but sometimes the challenge was nice. Plus it didn’t hurt that you absolutely gor-

For fucks sake.

“I need a drink” Bucky shook his head, flicking away the odd feeling he started to feel in his tummy, deciding he needed something stiff over whatever he had stashed in his office. Steve snorted, easily reading his friends thoughts while they made their way to a locked cabinet below the bar counter, fishing for something that would silence unnecessary thoughts. He grabbed a glass, dropping in two ice cubes and filling the glass, taking a long draw of the dark liquid before his attention was pulled elsewhere.

Bucky’s eyes grew wide seeing the mop of dark hair and big eyes make its way through the crowded bar, customers giving each other strange glances at the little boy with a school bag who had no business being in a gang leaders club.

“Kid, what are you-

“Mommy’s hurt” Jordan looked up at Bucky with teary eyes, swallowing away the lump that formed in his throat, putting his best brave face on instead, now wasn’t the time to cry.

“What?”

“She - someone hurt her”

The thought of someone hurting you sent a surge of anger through Bucky, his jaw clenching as he slammed his glass down. It was ironic, considering the number of times he had wished you would disappear but not like this. Not once had he ever thought of hurting you; at the end of the day, you had always stood for what was right.

“Where is she” Bucky took Jordan’s hand in his, holding it firmly to ground him while making his way outside and towards the SUV. He didn’t have to even look at Steve to know he was already by his side and sliding into the drivers seat.

“Home, we live on-”

“I know where you live kid” Bucky chuckled slightly while Steve was already weaving through traffic and pulling up to your street, screeching to a halt in front of your house.

Bucky helped Jordan hop out of the SUV and lead him to you, the front door left while open with the handle broken off. There were clear signs of a struggle, seeing broken pictures on the floor and a few dents in the walls, the mess continuing all the way up the stairs to your bedroom. Bucky instructed Jordan to wait downstairs with Steve, worried about what condition he was going to find you in.

You were holding yourself up against the wall, your arm clutching your bloodied side, putting pressure on the gash that sliced you. Your head still throbbing from where you had been hit. You could barely register what was happening, gasping at the sound of Bucky’s voice suddenly in your room.

“C’mon, doll” His arm snaked around you, pulling you to his, holding up some of your weight.

“Where are we going” You wanted to fight back but the pain was making you dizzy and spots were starting to cloud your vision.

“We’re -woah-” Bucky caught you before you slipped, scooping you in his arms, bridal style “We’re going to get you fixed up” He spoke softly, carrying you out of your room and carefully down the stairs towards the SUV. You were in too much pain to protest, slipping in and out of consciousness during the drive over.

Steve had already slipped Jordan into the front seat, the both of them chatting over who would win in a hotdog eating competition; Superman, Batman or the Joker. He could see Jordan sneak worried glances behind him to look over at you, fidgeting with the straps of his backpack.

“She’ll be okay” Steve whispered to him, giving him a reassuring smile as he pulled up to the mansion. “Your mama’s strong, y’know she’s the only one Uncle Bucky is scared of” He gave your son a wink before helping him out of the car and opening the door so Bucky could carry you to his room. He carefully set you down on his bed, wasting no time grabbing a first aid kit he kept tucked under the bed for emergencies while you groaned, trying to sit up.

“Barnes, what are you-”

“Just lie down doll, let me clean this up first” He carefully lifted your blouse to assess how bad the injury was, soaking a cotton ball in some disinfectant.

“Ah!-” You winced, hissing out in pain at the saturated cotton ball Bucky pressed onto your skin, cleaning the area as gently as he could, his focus shifting between getting you better and wondering who did this to you. He’d have to worry about that later.

“Sorry, sorry” Bucky murmured, gently blowing onto the cleaned area, cooling your skin before grabbing a needle and threat, starting on some sutures to close the gash. “I’ll be quick, just bear with me” You gritted your teeth feeling the needle poke you.

“How-how do you know how to do this” Your voice was strained, struggling to keep it steady while Bucky threaded the needle as gently and quickly as possible, neatly closing off the gash.

“Gotta know this in my line of work, sugar” He smirked giving you a lopsided grin when you rolled your eyes, squeaking when he gently pushed you back down when you tried to get up. “Rest for a bit”

You reluctantly laid against the plush mattress looking up at the baby blue eyes softly peering down at you, the same blue eyes your normally wanted to poke out of frustration.

“I’ll be fine, we can go ho-” You were going to say you could go home but it was clear home wasn’t the safest option, not after what had just happened.

“C’mon, stay here for the night” He wasn’t exactly going to leave you room to do anything else, there was no way he was going to let you go home after what he had just seen. He was more than happy to sleep in a tent outside of his own home if it meant you’d just stay somewhere safe. “At least for today”

“I-we can’t-Jordan-”

“-WOULD LOVE TO STAY HERE”

Bucky let out a genuine laugh hearing your sons voice carried through the doorway where he was clearly eavesdropping. You snorted, shaking your head and closing your eyes at your sons antics, exhaustion making it hard for you to move anyway.

“We shouldn’t be here” You whispered, feeling your conscious battle within yourself. You were supposed to be fighting for the right side of the law. Bucky was the opposite of that. Then why didn’t this feel wrong? You’d spent countless hours trying to put him away. So why did you feel so safe?

“I don’t-

“Just for tonight” Bucky stated softly but firmly, leaving you little room to argue. He grabbed you a tshirt and some joggers of his, letting you clean off and chance while he slipped out of the room. He was met with curious eyes peering up at him, your son patiently waiting to know if you were okay.

“She’s okay, just getting cleaned up. Let your mama rest” Bucky whispered, leading Jordan to the TV room where Peter was busying himself with video games. “Hey Parker, brought you a worthy opponent” Peter grinned, handing Jordan a controller and shifting over so he could plop down beside him.

“She’s gonna be okay?” Jordan whispered up at Bucky, feeling a sense of calm around the man his mom usually used no-no words to describe. Surely he couldn’t be that bad?

“No one’s stronger than your mama” Bucky smiled, ruffling his hair before coming back to check on you. You had slipped back into bed, ignoring the way Bucky’s clothes were soft and comfy to wear, his scent making your insides flutter unnecessarily.

“Don’t you look cozy, officer” Bucky smirked, sauntering over with a glass of water and pain killers, leaving them on the bedside table for you. You rolled your eyes though gratefully taking 2 tablets for your aching head.

“Where’s Jordan?”

“Currently beating everyone’s ass in Mario Kart”

“This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook Barnes” You tried to keep your voice firm but the playful smirk he was giving you was infectious. You bit your lip to keep your lips from tugging up, choosing to frown more instead but that only seemed to egg him on more.

“Course, darlin’“ He drawled out, giving you a wink before bidding you good night, “Wouldn’t have it any other way” He turned the light off and gently shut the door, making his way back down to make sure Jordan had something for dinner.

You pulled the covers up, sighing into the soft plush pillows and sheets, letting sleep take over, ignoring the way your inner conscious continued to debate itself. He didn’t have to help you. Didn’t have to keep you safe. Didn’t have to do any of this and yet here you were. You and your son. Both safe. Because of him.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all...

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Soft

18+

Mob Bucky x Sub space reader

I got this request for some soft after care with Mob Bucky, its honestly everything.

Smutt, dom bucky, filthy filthy rough sex, after care, subby space, bit of angst, fluffy fluff with after care

"Take. Daddy's. Cock" His hips snapped against you, one hand buried in your hair, tugging it back while the other gripping your hips. Your moans were muffled into the sheets, your arousal squirting out of you each time he thrusted into you, your pussy gripping onto his cock with a vice like grip. “Your slutty cunt is begging for it baby, squeezing me so fuckin’ tight, holy shit”

“I-I-

“You what baby” He let out a dark chuckle, fucking you through your orgasm, growling against your neck when he felt your walls continue to flutter, the tip of his cock swelling more. “Make a mess with daddy baby, c’mon give me one more”

“Can’t daddy” You sobbed out, pleasure wracking through your body as if sparks were flowing through your nerves. You cried out, trying to squirm away when he pressed down on your back, making you arch more, his cock reaching depths that made you see stars.

“Don’t run from me baby, get the fuck back here” He snarled, tugging your hair harder, holding you in place letting his fingers dancing and toy with your puffy clit, rubbing and pressing down on it. “Look at how you respond when I play with this pretty little nub baby-fuck” His movements stuttered momentarily, pulling out of you so he could flip you on your back and throw your legs on his shoulders, nearly folding you in half.

He groaned, looking down at where you were both connected, slowing down to drag his cock in and out of you, your creamy slick coating his cock till all he could see was your glistening arousal.

“Princess, look” He cradled the back of your head to look down, pumping his cock in and out of you slowly, your tummy bulging slightly each time he pushed all the way in “Look at how messy we are together baby, fuck you got my cock soaked” Bucky paused his movements, his fingers grabbing some of your mixed arousal at the base of his cock and licking it clean “We taste so fucking good angel, here” He coated his fingers again, shoving them in your mouth, making you gag as he started to thrust again “Tell me sweets, how does your cum taste mixed with mine”

You moaned around his fingers, your eyes rolling back as he pulled his hand away, snaking it down to play with your clit instead.

“S’too much daddy-please-” You hiccupped between moans, your oversensitive clit throbbing under his thumb as he pressed down on you, your second orgasm building higher and higher.

“Can’t help it baby, you have any idea how much I love to play with this pretty little pearl of yours?” He continued to rub soft circles, not applying enough pressure to make you cum but enough to keep you on edge “Do you feel good when I play with this sweets?”

“Ye-yesSs” You could barely speak, your back bowing off the bed as he started to slam his hips into your ass, hitting all the right spots while playing with your clit faster. “m’gonna cum-dont-don-t stop please”

“Awww, do you cum when daddy rubs your clit baby, s’not the same as when you play with it huh” Bucky taunted, nipping at your jaw while groaning at how stiff your sensitive bud felt against his fingers, throbbing while your walls fluttered around his cock.

“F-faster”

“Rub you faster baby?” He smirked, enjoying how desperate you were, your hands grasping onto his biceps, your nails digging into his skin.

“Daddy, rub it faster, p-please” You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, you were so close, so fucking close, you just needed a little more.

“Good girl using her manners, beg for it baby, give me one more” Bucky could feel how close you were but he could help how feral it made him when you begged. “C’mon baby, you know how hard it makes me when you beg, make daddy feel good, beg princess”

“MAKE ME CUM PLEASE-m’your good girl daddy, please let me cum, need it” Tears streaked down your face, your body bouncing under him with each thrust, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Go on, tell me how you little freak, how should I make you cum” Bucky could feel his balls pull up to his body, he had held off as long as he could but you felt too good, too warm and wet, so inviting for him to blow his load. He gritted his teeth, determined to make you cum once more before filling you up.

“My-my clit, play with it-f-fuck me just like that please-don’t stopdon’tstopp”

“Are you daddy’s little slut baby, all freaky and desperate just for me?” He rubbed your clit in tight circles, the head of his cock rubbing perfectly inside you making you scream. Bucky growled, feeling you clench around him, sucking his cock in and pushing it back out while your body convulsed, pleasure consuming you.

“So fuckin’ good baby, your pussy is trying to milk my cock huh, greedy and hungry for my cum?” You wordlessly nodded, still moaning and lost in your climax, the veins in his cock pulsing.

“Say it baby, say you want my cum”

“Wan’ your cum daddyyy”

“M’gonna give it to you baby, m’gonna cum” Bucky’s head was thrown back, his hips frantically fucking into you, his pace growing sloppy “I-oh God m’gonna fill you up with my cum baby, make room for daddy’s load-FUCCKKK” His body dropped onto yours, his hands fisting the sheets. “Cumming so much for you baby, s’all for you baby, take itt” He groaned, his entire body throbbing as his cock shot cum deep inside you, painting your walls till it dripped out of you.

"That's it princess" Bucky panted against your neck, stilling his movements, letting his body weight rest on you. “My good girl” You felt like you were floating, your body tingly, overstimulated, your clit still pulsing as he hissed, pulling out of you.

"Daddy" You whimpered from under him, pouting over the loss of his weight and warmth on you, the cool air of the room making your skin shiver.

"Shh, you did so good for me babygirl, you did so good" Bucky stroked your forehead, softly kissing your cheeks. “So proud of you doll, come here” He sat up against the headboard, pulling you to sit on his lap. Bucky’s hand skimmed all over your body, checking your skin for bruises while telling you how much he adored you, how perfect you were for him.

Your breathing began to slow but you couldn’t bring yourself to the surface. The way he was so sweet to you, his words filled with love for you, the way his eyes traced all over you to make sure you were okay. It was everything you had ever wanted.

You felt small. Soft. Vulnerable. You just wanted to curl up with Bucky under the covers, feeling his thick arms wrap and hold you close to him. You hid your face in his neck, squirming into his side, wanting to hide from the rest of the world and feel nothing but him, no one else had ever made you feel so safe.

"Baby?" Bucky frowned, not hearing a response from you, as you tried to bury your self into him, a soft whine slipping past your lips. He tried to shift so he could see your face but you shook your head, pressing your face into his neck, nuzzling into him more.

"Are you okay sweet girl?" Bucky felt panic start to rise in his chest, all you gave him were small nods, trying to snuggle into him further. "Baby please, look at me?"

He tipped your chin to look at him, your glassy hazy eyes dazed from the multiple orgasms he pulled from your body. You played with his fingers, your body trembling slightly, not feeling like speaking and just wanting to stay in his arms.

"Did I hurt you doll, was I too rough?" Bucky on the other hand didn’t know what to do with himself, he would never forgive himself if he had hurt you in some way. You had a safe word but now he was worried you were too scared to use it with him. What if you didn’t feel comfortable with him or safe around him. What if he pushed your boundaries or made you feel like you had to satisfy him. He felt sick thinking about your body giving him so much beyond what you even liked, how he just took from you, his heart growing erratic.

“Please bubba, tell me if I hurt you sweet girl, I won’t get mad, promise baby, you’re my precious doll” He knew his reputation as a mob boss wasn’t the softest or most inviting. He tried to keep that part of his life away from you but he couldn’t hide everything. Still, he was only soft for you, you were the light in his life. His safe space, his strength. “I love you y/n, just look at me princess?”

"M'okay" Your voice was a tiny whisper, biting your lip while Bucky looked at your curiously. You felt your cheeks heat up, you knew he was getting worried about why you were so quiet but you just felt so at ease. So good. So loved. He made you feel euphoric in every way possible unlike anyone else. “I-I, um-

“You can tell me anything baby, did I do something you didn’t like? Do you want me to go slower next time?”

You shook your head, fuck no, you wouldn't have changed a thing. Only Bucky knew how to nearly split you open while carefully handling you like precious glass right after. “Then what is it doll you’re being very quiet right now”

You shrugged, still too shy to say anything, hoping Bucky would understand what you wanted when you curled up in his lap, tracing shapes onto his chest.

"Are you feel okay babygirl, do you just want to cuddle right now?” You smiled, looking up at him with doe eyes as if he hung the moon and stars. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly love you more, you were the softest little angel he could ever imagine, right in his arms. “Is my sweet baby just feeling very soft right now” He whispered, smiling when you nodded, hugging him tighter “Come here then bubba”

Bucky normally showered with you afterwards but he could tell you didn’t want to leave the bed, whining whenever he moved slightly, your sweet pout making him melt each time. He shifted so you were lying down, resting your head on his soft pillows. You frowned as he slipped out of bed, chuckling at your unamused face.

“You stay right here okay? Gonna clean you up and then we can snuggle all you want” He pressed a kiss onto your forehead, tucking you under the blankets to keep you warm while he grabbed a damp cloth to clean you with. You sighed contently, nuzzling into the warm heavy blankets while Bucky returned with a towel.

“I’ll be gentle okay baby? Tap my shoulder if it hurts or feels uncomfortable” Bucky sat back on his heels, spreading your legs while he gently wiped off the mess you both made, taking his time to avoid your sensitive clit and clean your thighs. He tossed the towel into the hamper before crawling back into bed, grinning when he felt you reach out for him.

“Did you want to eat something bubba?” You shook your head but the light rumble from your tummy was all he had to hear. He had a few of your favorite snacks stocked up in the bedside drawer for days where you were both too worn out to move. Bucky grabbed a chocolate bar, breaking off a piece for you to eat, feeding it to you while you hummed at the sweetness. You both sat in comfortable silence, feeding each other while he made sure to pepper you with kisses, keeping you warm and wrapped up at all times. “Tired?”

You nodded while Bucky pulled you to lie on his chest, his strong hands pressing and gently kneading up and down your spine making your body relax. You let out a little yawn, your eyelids growing heavy with his ministrations, sleep creeping up on you.

“Sleep babygirl, m’right here” He played with your hair while you closed your eyes, happily safe and protected in his arms. “I love you doll” His cheeks were dusted pink, unable to contain himself over how sweet you were as you softly snored on his chest, your arms clinging onto him.

“I love you Bucky” you mumbled in your sleep, blissfully having sweet dreams with your sweet mob boss who was only soft for you.

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Pretty Little Thing Part 9

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage)

Other characters: Sam, Peter, Steve, Thor, Nat, Clint, Loki, Walker

Here is part 9. Things come to a head when Rumlow took back what’s his, but were you ever really his to being with? Also time for a character reveal.

Warnings: forced abusive marriage, cheating, swearing, violence, kidnapping, fluff

(Some bits of this felt a little rushed but I really wanted to get this part out because I’m also working on part 10!)

Word count: 2.4k

Part 8

If Rumlow wanted to come after you, then he should have come after him.

Bucky replayed the video from the security footage around his property. Rage pumped through his veins, seeing your limp body tossed over Rumlow’s shoulder, throwing you into a van and screeching off. You were supposed to be safe with him. The clicks of guns and the sound of loading of bullets filled the room as the rest of the team suited up to come find you; Bucky was done with peace. He tucked his gun in the waistband of his pants, the screen of his phone lighting up with Nat’s number.

“We already checked two of his other warehouses, they’re empty. He might’ve taken her to the storage at the docks; Barton and I are headed there now”

Sam, Thor and Steve followed Bucky out of his office, making their way to the vans where Peter was already waiting, his jaw ticking.

“Peter, stay here with May” Bucky was about to send him back inside, but Peter shook his head, his stance unwavering. “Parker, it’ll be danger-

“No, I’m coming” He shrugged, pulling away and climbing into one of the SUV’s, impatiently waiting to put a bullet through someone. Steve could tell by the way Bucky swallowed thickly, something was eating at him. He twirled his knife between his fingers, a habit it picked up when he got nervous.

“Spit it out punk”

Bucky shook his head but Steve gave him a pointed look, staying rooted in place until his best friend told him what he was thinking.

“I love her”

“Mind telling me something, everyone wasn’t already aware of” Steve snorted, shaking his head.

“If anything happens…make sure she’s taken care of. Save her first”

Steve wanted to argue and tell him everything would be fine but he knew it was pointless. He nodded while Bucky’s jaw clenched as everyone else jointed, ready to leave.

“I’m killing him” Bucky’s voice was a growl, his body tense while Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze as they got into the back, the SUV doors slamming shut.

“C’mon, let’s go get your girl”

*****

Loki and Walker looked at each other while Rumlow paced around the room, growing more and more unhinged by the second. He had all his men surround the building, while Loki and Walker were assigned to guard you. He grinned, watching your eyes flutter open, your head throbbing from the sedatives he pumped you with.

“My pretty little thing”

You winced, your hands numb from the harsh ropes digging tightly into your skin. You were tied to a metal beam in the middle of a warehouse, the walls made entirely from concrete; no one would hear you scream. The faint smell of metallic copper and alcohol lingered in the air; you knew exactly where you were. His favourite place for business deals. The easiest place to dispose bodies. You felt bile rise in your throat as he brushed his lips against your temple, his body pressing against yours.

“Did you miss me doll?” You refused to meet his eyes even when he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. A permanent scar ran down his face from when you had hit his face with a bottle. His hot breath fanned on your, groaning as he inhaled the lingering scent of your perfume. “You smell good, so good. Look at what you started sweetheart, this mess I have to clean up, all because you couldn’t keep your legs closed” Rumlow tsked, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I lost a few of my men already, all just for you”

“This isn’t my fau-

The sound of his hand slapping your cheek echoed through the room, his chest heaving. You wanted to spit in his face, tears stinging your eyes, your skin hot from where his palm met your cheek.

“It is your fucking fault” He hissed, his teeth grazing your cheek. “You’re MY wife, MINE. YOU’RE MARRIED TO ME, I’D RATHER SEE YOU DEAD THAN LET HIM HAVE YOU” Walker flinched, watching Rumlow raise his hand to strike you again but Loki grabbed his wrist before he could touch you.

“If you kill her now, we lose leverage” He whispered, tugging Rumlow a few steps away from you. You rolled your eyes, smirking to yourself, enjoying the reactions you got from him. If you were going to die, might as well make him suffer too.

“He. Can’t. Have. YOU” Rumlow growled, his hands balled into fists; he knew he had to keep you alive until Bucky got there but he wanted to wrap his hands around your throat so badly, flashes of you spread out and moaning for him clouding his mind.

“He’s already had me” You sneered, licking off a drop of blood that tinged your lips. “I might be married to you but it’s him that I want”

“Boss don’t let her get to you” Walker warned, hearing the screeching of tires approaching the area. His heart was already racing, he knew he’d signed up for many things but dealing with Bucky’s blood lust wasn’t one of them. Loki grabbed Rumlow and held him back while you continued to taunt him, not holding back on a single thing you let Bucky do to you.

“You know I let him cum wherever he wants, dripping all over his bed”

“You better stop y/n” Rumlow hissed, but you didn’t care, your eyes locked with his.

“I know how he tastes”

“You fucking whore” Loki had to drag him back as he tried to lunge for you again, his hand desperate to reach for his gun.

“I let him fuck me the first time I stayed with him. He didn’t even have to ask”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH-” Before he could fight Loki to get to you, the faint sound of gun shots caught his attention, pulling away from Loki, his lips curving upwards. “You’re little boytoy is here” He sneered, locking and loading his gun, striding over to grasp your face in his hands.

“First I’m going to kill him in front of you” His lips brushed your cheek, while his other hand trailed down your body, grasping the soft flesh of your thighs. His breath fanned on your neck, moving to whisper in your ear, gripping the back of your hair “then I’ll show you how a real man fucks”

*****

“PARKER, WILSON, GO COVER THE NORTHERN SIDE” Steve shot down the men that charged towards them while Bucky shot two perfect rounds into the two guards at the front, before taking down a few more of Rumlow’s men. There was no slow build up; as soon as the cars screeched to a halt, the echoing of bullets rang through the air. Sam and Peter sprinted off to the front of the warehouse; Peter was going to make use of every single bullet he loaded without leaving any to spare. Nat and Clint had already covered the south wing while Thor and Steve joined Bucky’s side, searching for you.

The three men made their way down the dimly lit hall way, straight to the main metal doors that led to the center of the warehouse. Bucky had never felt fear and anger like this before, where he could feel his blood coursing through his body. He didn’t care what happened to him, killing Rumlow was a secondary issue; he just needed to see you alive and breathing.

As soon as they reached the doors, he burst through them, chest heaving, jaw clenched. You were the first thing his eyes fell on; you were alive. Cuts and bruises littering your body, you clothes were nearly in shreds. He couldn’t stand the way you were tied up, dark bruises from where Rumlow had his hands on you scattered on your arms and thighs but right now all that mattered to him was that you were alive. Loki stood near you while Walker joined Rumlow’s side. Rumlow grinned at the three men, his mind conflicting between killing Bucky on the spot or making him watch while he took you apart.

“Are you here for someone Barnes”

“My girl”

Walker felt an eerie chill watching Bucky silently stalk towards them, his eyes completely dark, void of emotion. His finger was already on the trigger, itching to put a bullet in Rumlow’s mouth but he wasn’t going to risk anything with you still there. Ironically, Rumlow felt the same; he couldn’t have you die in a shoot out when he didn’t get his way with you yet. His eyes switched between Steve, Thor and Bucky, all three men armed. He had to get you out first, before killing them off.

“Loki, take y/n, GO, GET OUT” Rumlow commanded, unwilling to let Bucky or any of his men rescue you when he finally got you back. He kept his eyes locked on Bucky, his chest heaving when he continued to stalk towards him. “Banres, don’t take another ste-

Rumlow whipped his gun out, his blood running cold when he heard the click of a pistol from behind him, the cold metal suddenly against his temple. Loki pressed it against Rumlow’s head, his lips curved upward into a smirk.

“Loki, what the fuck are you doing” He hissed, his eyes growing wide, feeling the barrel press further into his skin.

“I’m simply doing as I was asked” Loki smiled, while Walkers eyes grew wide, swallowing thickly, leaving Rumlow’s side and inching towards the door.

“Brother” Thor nodded at Loki, before blocking the exist, preventing Walker from escaping.

“Who the fuck asked you to do this” Rumlow spat, his blood running cold at the satisfied smirk Bucky had on his face.

“My boss James Barnes” Loki whispered, nearly cackling, he could practically hear Rumlow’s heart race “I don’t suppose you looked into my last name”

“Laufeyson” Rumlow growled through gritted teeth, his empire slipping from under his teeth.

“I see you never heard of the Odinson brothers” Loki tsked, while Thor snorted as his brothers mischief. “Now drop the guns”

How anger surged through Rumlow, dropping the gun on the floor while Loki kicked it over and stepped aside, allowing Bucky to have his way. Steve rushed over to you, taking you off to the side while Bucky finally lunged for Rumlow. Sam and Peter ran into the warehouse having cleared what was left of the other guards.

“You shouldn’t have taken her” Bucky threw a punch to his jaw, earning a satisfying crack, while Rumlows rings cut through his cheek. Bucky kicked him from under, sending him to the floor, unable to hold back anything any longer.

He hurt you.

Bucky’s fist connected with his face repeatedly.

Took you from him.

Abused you.

He made sure Rumlow’s vision was clouded with blood, he didn’t even have the right to look at you.

His sweet baby.

You didn’t deserve any of this.

He broke each of his fingers with a satisfying snap, the pained cries only adding to his satisfaction.

He’d never let that monster touch you again.

“This ends now-

Bucky winced, feeling the knife slice into his side as Walker plunged it into him before getting shot down by Peter.

“You’ll- Rumlow grinned, blood staining his teeth.”-You’ll never get my wife” he hissed, gasping for air when Bucky’s hand wrapped around his throat. “I’m-I’m the one that-the on that married her”

“You may have married her but I love her” Bucky threw Rumlow to the floor, catching the gun Steve tossed to him, pointing it between Rumlow’s eyes. “You’re never hurting her again”

5 bullets. 1 would have been enough but the 4 were just to be sure.

“Dispose of him” Bucky ordered, while Sam and Peter happily dragged Rumlow’s lifeless form off to the side of the warehouse. Bucky ran to you where you sat with Steve, tears streaming down your face looking at the blood that soaked his side.

“M’here baby, look at me Angel, you’re safe”

“James!” You were hardly able to stand, but you pushed yourself to your feet, your hand pressing against the gash on his side. “You got hurt because of me-

“Shhhh, y/n, careful” His arms wrapped around you, slipping his blazer off and wrapping it around your body. You tried hard to stay standing, your knees giving way, letting him scoop you in his arms, setting you down on one of the crates. “I’m here for you angel”

He looked over your body to see if there were any injuries he missed, but you were impatient. You just wanted to be in his arms again and take care of the cuts that now littered his body.

“James, please, you’re bleeding” You tried to plead with him but he smiled softly at you, carrying you in his arms again.

“Hardly a scratch angel” Your arms clung around his neck, breathing in his scent, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as he carried you back to the van. “Lets go home doll”

You could finally go home.

He was your new home.

Steve, and the rest followed behind while you clung onto him for dear life, refusing to let go, sitting in his lap as he sat in the back. You were joined with Thor, Peter and Loki while Sam sat at the front with Steve. Your heart raced, seeing the man who Rumlow had guard your locked room for days. Granted, something about him never made you feel unsafe. You remembered the many times he had stepped in before Rumlow could touch you. Bucky felt your body tremble slightly, rubbing your back soothingly, kissing your forehead.

“I sent Loki to watch over you angel. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. I needed to know what he was doing to you” You peeked over at the man with dark raven hair, an apologetic smile gracing his face.

“James sent me to watch over you after Rumlow locked you away. I apologize for not telling you anything or being able to do more. We didn’t want him growing suspicious and endanger you”

“Thank you” You whispered, snuggling further in Bucky’s hold. Nothing mattered as long as you were with him again. You knew he would keep you safe. You fell asleep, tucked in his arms, stirring awake again when you felt the cool night air hit your skin. He held you close to him, carrying you up the drive way and through the doors of his home, taking you right to his room so he could take care of you. Just like he always did.

“Welcome home my sweet doll”

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Pretty Little Thing Part 8

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage),

Here is part 8. Rumlow may have the upper hand for now but he’s woken up a monster. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT (daddy kink), ANGST, forced abusive marriage, cheating, swearing, violence, kidnapping, fluff

Word count: 2.7k

Part 7 here

“B-baby don’t stop, p-please don’t st-stop”

“I won’t stop angel, take my fucking cock, so beautiful when you’re cockdrunk like this”

Bucky had you pressed against the shower wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked into you, his hips rocking slowly making sure you could feel every ridge of his thick cock. He sucked on your neck, trailing little bruises down to your collar bone, groaning at the way you clenched around him, your nails clawing down his back as he fucked you with abandon.

“Gonna fill you up so fucking nice baby, you want that? You want me to paint your walls with my cum?”

“Fuck, yes James please, -s’good-want to feel you cum in me”

The hot steamy water made you feel woozy as your head fell on his shoulder from pleasure. Bucky pressed deeper into you, snapping his hips, his balls smacking your ass with each thrust. His lips brushed against your ear as he licked up your neck, nipping your ear lobe. His hand pressed against your stomach, chuckling darkly as he felt his cock bulge inside you.

“Fuck, you feel that babygirl?” You moaned, nodding weakly, your pussy squeezing his cock. “So fucking deep in this needy little cunt”

He looked down at where you were both connected, growling, watching the way his cock was covered in slick, making a creamy mess all over him. You whimpered, your clit throbbing as he trailed his hand down to circle your sensitive nub.

“So swollen baby, you like when I rub you like this? Look at the way you’re getting my cock so creamy”

Bucky cooed mockingly as you whined, your legs trembling around his waist, desperate for your release.

“Please Bucky, harder, want more”

“Aww, that’s not what good girls call me princess,” Bucky bit your neck, he loved you desperate and needy for him, his cock throbbing into your already soaked pussy.

“Wanna cum daddy, please?”

“Hmm, only good girls get to cum baby” He continued to thrust into you slowly, stroking lazy circles onto your clit, “Are you my good girl?”

You nodded, biting your lip holding back your cries as he started to fuck you faster, pressing down onto your clit. “Say it babygirl, are you?!”

“YES DADDY, fuck me, m’you’re good girl, please, wanna cum, make me cum daddy- FUCK-

“Does daddy make you feel good, are you a good little slut for daddy?!”

“Daddy makes me feel so good, fuck you own me daddy, I’ll be a good slut for you”

Your words made Bucky feral, he gripped your ass, slamming is cock into you at an animalistic place, as you cried out, pleasure coursing through your body.

“Fuck baby, cock’s so fucking hard for you, making daddy’s cock throb-oh god”

“I’m cumming daddy, m’cumming, feels so good, please cum in me daddy, fill me up baby!”

“OH FUCK Cream on my cock angel, So. Fucking. Good. Gonna fill you up so much you’ll be dripping cum down your thighs for days, take it baby, take my cum, fuck”

Your walls clenched around his cock, as your orgasm ripped through you, screaming for him, his relentless thrusts unfaltering. You moaned, feeling warmth fill you up as Bucky came right after you, his face buried in your neck, muffling his voice. You looked up at Bucky, smirking as you got down on your knees, your mixed arousal dripping off his cock.

“You gonna clean daddy up angel?”

You nodded, taking his softening cock gently in your mouth, your tongue swirling around until you licked him clean. Bucky moaned, twitching from sensitivity, pulling you up for a needy kiss, his tongue tangled with yours. He was utterly addicted to his sweet pretty angel who was so unbelievably filthy just for him.

Bucky held you close to him before gently setting you down, cradling you against his body under the hot water. His hands skimmed down to your thighs, stroking them gently, easing the soreness from where he held you with a bruising grip.

“Was I too rough babydoll?”

You shook your head, giggling, peppering kisses across his chest; nothing compared to the way he was able to go from fucking the life out of you to holding you so sweetly like you were the most precious thing in the world a second later.

“Never baby, you could never hurt me”

Bucky helped you rinse and dry off, pulling your hands away before you could use your body lotion.

“Let me do it babydoll”

Bucky picked you up, setting you on the edge of the bed, before going back to get your favourite moisturizers. You giggled, watching him get on his knees, gently massaging cream onto your feet, moving up to your anklets and calves, trailing kisses all the way up.

“You know I can do this myself James” You cocked an eyebrow smirking, watching the feared mob boss kneeling in front of you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he rubbed his rough hands up and down your thighs. He looked up at you, his baby blues making your face heat up as he nuzzled his face against your skin.

“I know you can”, He stood up, pulling you flush against him, his firm touch gently massaging your spine, stroking your back up and down, “But I like taking care of you, I adore you angel”

He finished gently massaging your body before pulling you into bed, slipping under the covers. You both didn’t bother with clothes, tangled in each other; the warmth of his bare skin on yours lulled you to sleep instantly.

It had been a week since you found out Rumlow had been spying on you, and even after the house had been debugged, Bucky was insatiable. He took you apart with his cock and pieced you back together every moment he could, worshiping every inch of your body, he could never get enough of you, his pretty little doll.

***

“It’s never good when that fucker is quiet” Steve’s jaw clenched as he gripped his glass firmly in his hand; if things were quiet then Rumlow was planning something. “It’s been a week since we removed the cameras and he’s done nothing?”

Bucky sat at his office with Steve, both men mulling over the suspicious silence that they were getting from your husband.

“He still has all his security around. Walker was spotted out recently, he-

“Mr. Barnes!” Peter’s voice was laced with anger as he sprinted up the stairs two at a time, bursting into the office room. His chest heaved, slamming his phone onto the table towards Bucky. His bottom lip trembled slightly, as he nodded towards the video, “Th-they took her”

Bucky jaw clenched, the anger in his chest rising as he played the video.

“FUCK” Peter paced around the room, his hands shaking as he looked at the footage of Rumlow’s men grabbing his aunt, rendering her unconscious and stuffing her into the truck before screeching away.

“When did he send you this?”

“Right now. He sent it now, I have to get her back, SHES ALL I HAVE”

Bucky replayed the video, scanning it for details he could catch. Rage pumped through his veins, if Rumlow wanted to come after you, then he should have come after him.

***

“Welcome darling”

Aunt May glared at the two men that dragged her to the basement, recognizing the blonde as one of her kidnappers. Rumlow sat at a worn down table with an array of knives laid out in front of him, mindlessly sharpening one as the woman struggled to free herself from their grasp.

“Don’t waste your energy love”

“Why. Why did you bring me here?!”

“Good question. Barnes took my wife; I can’t just walk in and take her back, though the poor thing must be yearning for me. Now back to why I took you” Rumlow twirled a knife between his fingers, smirking as she continued to struggle.

“I had a number of options to choose from but Peter, he’s just a child. Seeing as you’re all he has, Barnes wouldn’t be too happy if something happened to you. Stupid man with his morals, he’ll be on his way here now. You’re a smart woman, I’m sure you’ve played chess before. I’m simply knocking down the king to get to my queen”

“You fucking BITCH-

“DON’T SAY A FUCKING WORD!” Rumlow glared at her, his voice booming against the walls as he stalked towards her, grabbing her face in his hands.

“Y’know, I don’t want to hurt you, such a shame a beautiful thing like you has to be stuck down here because of a stupid choice your idiot nephew made” He spat, gripping her jaw harshly, digging his nails into her skin, causing her to cry out as he drew blood. “Another word out of you and I won’t hesitate to cave all sorts of pretty designs onto this pretty face” Rumlow pulled a knife, gently tracing it along her face, pushing the tip in slightly.

John and Loki looked at each other. If there was so much as a scratch on the woman, they would be adding to Bucky’s bloodlust; he was known as the Winter Soldier for a reason. He would be ruthless.

“Can we focus on getting your wife ba-

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO” Rumlow glared at the men, becoming more unhinged by the day.

“If I may, perhaps you should lock her here and continue your plan with Barnes. They would have received the footage by now, we can’t waste our time here” Loki spoke up, while Rumlow reluctantly pulled back, wiping his hands on his jacket, “I won’t hesitate to kill you”.

“I had him here to keep my wife in check but I suppose he can look after you too” Rumlow sneered, beckoning Loki to lock Aunt May away in an old office room. Loki strode over, dragging her into a room, tossing her in and locking the door.

***

“Rogers, call Wilson, Barton and Romanoff”

Steve nodded, stepping out of the office to call Sam, Clint and Nat; the few people he trusted. Peter sat silently by the stairs, his eyes red and puffy, twirling his gun in his hands.

“She’s all I have”

“We’re going to get her” Bucky squeezed Peters shoulder as he silently nodded, before making his way over to you.

You knew something was wrong the second you woke up in the middle of the night; the other side of the bed empty and cold. You curled up under the sheets, your heart beating out of your chest; the nightmare was never ending. You felt the bed dip as Bucky sat by your side, gently tucking your hair away from your face.

“What did he do?”

“He took Peter’s aunt” Bucky jaw clenched, shaking his head; he had to keep you safe but he couldn’t let the others and Peter go without being by their side. Bucky flinched as you sat up, your eyes fiery with anger. You had a soft spot for Peter; he had become a little brother to you. You already knew the sick fuck targeted him because he was the most vulnerable from the group, too scared to come for you directly.

“You have to go with them”

Bucky sat wordlessly, feeling tormented. Yes the house was guarded, but it wasn’t the same as him being by your side. He couldn’t let Rumlow get away with kidnapping Aunt May either. You grabbed his jaw, making him look at you. “James, you have to go”

Bucky cupped your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours.

“I- I don’t want to leave you here, but he’s just a kid, I can’t let him go without standing by him, I can’t let him get away with this”

“James, I’ll be fine, just go please” You crawled into Bucky’s lap, unbothered about anything happening to you. You only worried about Bucky. “Promise me, you’ll be safe? You’ll come back to me?”

Bucky smashed his lips against yours, kissing every inch of your face, holding you close to him.

“I’ll always come back to you angel”

***

Bucky closed his eyes, rage flowing through his veins as the SUV’s screeched away. He hated Rumlow but he hated leaving you more. He knew should have killed him a long time ago, though the silver lining in all this was he got to meet you

“Something’s not right, he had double the security for weeks, where did they all go” Steve looked around the area, but no one else was there. The property was strangely quiet, Clint and Sam made quick work of the guards who stood at the front, but it was seemingly too easy.

“Barton and Romanoff stay at the front, signal us if there’s movement”

“What do we do if she’s not here” Peter swallowed thickly, running through the halls, only to turn up with nothing. The house was eerily quiet, the top and main floors empty.

“We check the basement and if they’re not there, then I’ll send people to the warehouses” Bucky reassured him as they descended the stairs. They made their way down to the basement, finding 2 men standing in front of the office door while Loki tossed a knife in the air, seemingly unbothered by their presence.

The guard smirked at Peter’s dishevelled appearance, though his quickly shrunk back when he pulled his gun out, smashing it to his temple.

“WHERE DID YOU KEEP HER” Peter spat, pressing the gun further into his head, seething when Loki smirked.

“Quite the temper I see, looking for someone special Parker?”

“I swear to fucking God, if you play games with me right now…” Peter nearly shoved the barrel of the gun into Loki’s mouth while Sam and Steve held the other two guards down.

“If you must know, she’s in there” Loki raised his hands, nodding to the locked office room.

Peter smashed through the locks, bursting through the door rushing to his aunt; she got up, only able to meet him half way, the chain around her ankle stopping her.

“Did they hurt you!?” Tears clouded his vision, looking at the nail marks that covered her cheeks. He shot through the chain that kept her in the room, pulling her into his arms, looking over her to see if she was hurt anywhere else.

“I’m okay baby, I’m okay, let’s just get out of here” Peter draped an arm over her, taking her out of the office. Sam and Steve grabbed Loki, tying him up with the other two guards.

“Where’s Rumlow” Bucky spat, though deep down he knew. He had to get back home to you before it was too late.

“He’s not here, though one can assume he’s taking advantage of your absence” Loki sneered, grinning watching the men run out, leaving him tied. He made quick work of the ropes, managing to reach the blade he kept hidden, easily slicing through them.

After all, he was known as the God of Mischief.

***

Gun shots. Then Silence.

You heard footsteps ascend the stairs. You had heard them before.

No.

You sat frozen in place, panic clouding your ability to think. The door knob turned.

Please. Not him. You could hope, but it would be pointless.

“J-James?”

He walked over. You could see the glint of his rings. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. He caressed your face, softly brushing your cheek. “Hello doll”

His tongue dragged across your neck. He nipped your ear lobe. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“I missed you, my pretty little thing”

***

Bucky’s heart dropped. The front was door open, the guards wounded. He ran straight to the room, hopelessly praying you’d be there but he already knew the answer.

“Y/N?!”

He was too late. There was blood on the sheets. Tatters of the t-shirt you slept in littered on the floor.

He told himself not to kill people anymore.

He wasn’t him anymore.

He wanted to do better.

But in this moment, that didn’t matter.

There were few things that brought out the Winter Soldier. Anything that crossed his family. And anyone hurting you.

Part 9

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Pretty Little Thing Part 7

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage),

Here is part 7. You told Bucky to fuck you like he owns you. This is pure filth. Pure and utter filth, can’t have it any other way when your abusive husband wants to spy on you. Bucky and you give your shitty husband a show oop- Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT (spanking, spitting, daddy kink, little voyeurism) , ANGST, forced abusive marriage, cheating, swearing, FLUFF

Word count: 4.4k

Part 6 here

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his hands firmly grabbing your hips, throwing you over his shoulder wasting no time carrying you to his bedroom. Your words went straight to his cock. He only had one goal in mind now; to fuck his pretty little angel into oblivion. Steve remained rooted in place, eyes wide, momentarily pinching himself to be sure he wasn’t experiencing sleep paralysis with Bucky’s demon ass. He popped in his air pods turning the volume all the up before digging further in Rumlow’s stalking.

Bucky shoved the door open, throwing you onto his bed, smirking at the way you bounced off the mattress. You crawled back onto the bed wearing nothing but his t-shirt, your knees pressed together waiting obediently for him to ruin you.

“Tell me what you want baby” Bucky stalked towards you, taking his time to remove his shirt, loving the way you shyly gazed at his body, nervously biting your thumb.

“Want you James” You peeked at him through your lashes as he crawled towards you, his thick arms and muscular body trapping you underneath him.

“New rule. You don’t need clothes when you’re in my room baby” He ran his tongue up your neck, nipping at your earlobe, his voice dark with lust. His hands gripped the neckline, easily tearing the shirt down the middle, tossing it aside. You whimpered as he towered over you, his hands tugging at your nipples making you moan and squeeze your thighs together for some relief. Bucky noticed, moving his hands to your knees, spreading them apart, groaning at the way your folds glistened, your pussy already soaked before he even touched you.

“Why are you so wet baby, who is all this for” Bucky ran his fingers through your slick, coating his fingers before sucking them, moaning at your taste. “So sweet baby, you taste so fucking sweet”

“All for you baby, so wet for you, please James” Your needy voice made his cock jump, your innocent face and pouty lips only made him want to ruin you more. He moved to lay down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your legs to keep them apart, his mouth ghosting above where you needed him most. He nipped at the soft flesh on your inner thighs making you cry out, softly kissing the area after.

“Please what baby, tell me what you want” He sucked and kissed your thighs closer and closer to where you need him, purposely avoiding the area, waiting for you to beg.

“I-I want...I want…please baby” Your face heated up as he continued to tease you, his tongue tracing along your folds, smirking as you squirmed under his hold.

“Use your words babygirl, tell me what you want me to do” His voice was more commanding now, his grip on your thighs firm, holding you still.

“Eat me out James, please!”

Bucky had a wolfish grin, diving straight into your dripping pussy, lapping and drinking every bit of your arousal as you cried out for him. Your hands gripped the sheets as his licked a long stripe from your core to your clit, moving back to dip his tongue into your needy entrance, his nose brushing your clit as he buried his tongue as far as it would go. He could feel your walls flutter, brining you close to your climax.

“Don’t stop James, don’t stop don’t stop” Your high pitched needy whines made his cock throb, aching to be inside you. Bucky flicked his tongue directly onto your clit, loving the way your body jolted as he rutted against the mattress.

“So sensitive baby, tell me, has anyone one else ever gotten to taste this sweet pussy before”

You shook your head, your lips caught between your teeth silencing the screams that wanted to escape every time his tongue glided over your clit. “No, no one else but you” You whined out, feeling his lips press soft kisses onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, aching for some friction. Bucky growled, wanting to wreck you with his mouth knowing no one else had ever gotten to touch you this way.

“My perfect angel, be a good girl and stay still okay?” His dark eyes bore into you as he latched his lips onto your clit, sucking your sensitive nub while swirling his tongue around. He groaned feeling your walls gush, covering his chin in your arousal.

“Oh God baby” You cried out in pleasure, your back arching off the bed, feeling a harsh slap to the side of your thigh forcing you back down.

“Stay still or I won’t let you cum. You want to cum baby?” You nodded, whimpering, trying to stay still, desperately gripping onto the pillows as Bucky resumed his assault on your clit, your orgasm approaching hard and fast. Bucky pushed a finger into your desperate core, pumping his fingers in and out, quickly adding a second when he felt your walls grip him tighter.

“Can feel you squeezing my fingers babydoll, you gonna cum like a good girl when I tell you?”

You looked at Bucky with glassy eyes, hardly able to nod, your entire body felt like it was on fire with the way he was suckling your clit and fingering you. His tongue swirled perfectly with his fingers, curling at that exact spot. You struggled to hold off, waiting for him to give you permission to cum.

“James please, I’m gonna cum I can’t hold it baby” Your head was thrown back onto the pillows, your hand grabbing onto his hair, tugging him impossibly closer to your soaked needy pussy. “Please baby, please” Bucky groaned at the gentle burn he felt every time you tugged his hair. The vibrations from his voice made it impossible for you to hold off any longer.

“Aww, my baby wants to cum? Did you want to cum baby?” Bucky looked at you sympathetically, while pumping his fingers at an impossibly fast rate causing you to scream out. You felt a pressure in your core you never felt before, your walls gripping onto his fingers, convulsing and dripping. “Tell me y/n, did you want to cum?”

“Yes baby, please, please, please let me cum, want to cum” You struggled not to thrash against the bed, your clit throbbing as his tongue flicked over it.

“Cum for me baby, cum now”

“OH FUCK JAMES JAMES JAMES” Tears spilled down your cheeks as waves and waves of pleasure washed over you like never before. Your entire body went rigid, arousal gushing out of you, soaking his hand. Buckys fingers didn’t let up, continuing to curl and pump into you, groaning as he watched your face contort with pleasure.

“Fuuuck that’s it baby, squirt all over my fingers angel, make a mess on my bed baby” Your eyes rolled back feeling your core clench and flutter again. Your moans were pornographic, feeling a second wave of pleasure washing over you, throwing your into a second unexpected climax.

“I-I-I c-u-cumming a-again baby oh god-

Your body went limp on the bed, your skin flushed, glistening under a thin sheen of sweat. Bucky slowly removed his fingers, moaning as he licked them clean. He gently ran his tongue all over your sensitive folds, kissing your sensitive clit as you came down from your high. You sat up, your hands reaching for Bucky’s face, pulling him for a desperate kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, moaning when he felt your hands palm at his aching cock, tugging down at his pants, needing to taste him. He cupped your face, looking at you softly loving how fucked out you already looked before he even started.

“You want my cock doll?” he cooed, his thumbs caressing your cheeks “Tell me what you want baby” He moved on top of you, his thick clothed length right in front of your face, nudging your lips.

“Want to taste you baby, fuck my mouth James” You kissed his hard cock, palming him as he threw his head back, groaning. He stood up, tugging his pants down, his cock slapping your face as it sprang out. You took his cock, rubbing it along your lips, loving the way it glided on you, already dripping with his arousal. Bucky gathered your hair in his hand, moaning at the way precum glistened off your lips. You looked at him with wide eyes, licking your lips clean, moaning at the way he tasted.

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you baby?” You nodded, stroking his cock, playing with his balls in the other hand. The grip on your hair tightened as you teased the tip of his uncut cock with your tongue, licking up the beads of arousal that poured out. “Show me baby; suck my cock like a good little slut”

Bucky laid back on the pillows, his legs spread as you kneeled between them, keeping your eyes on him. You took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his thick length, moaning as he started to move your head up and down making you take him deeper. “You can take more, can’t you baby?”

Yours hands gripped onto his thighs as he thrusted into your mouth making you gag on his cock. Your eyes watered as his tip hit the back of your throat, precum and spit soaking his balls. You took a breath through your nose, taking his entire length down your throat, catching him off guard. Bucky groaned, his head thrown back as you bobbed your head up and down with his cock down your tight throat.

“Oh fuckkk y/n, just like that baby, just like that, take my cock in your mouth” He held your face in place as he continued to grind his hips into your mouth, his cock leaking each time you choked on him. You pulled of his cock for air, tears streaming down your cheeks, drool covering your lips, moving down to take his balls in your mouth as you tugged his length.

“Fuck yess baby, suck my balls babydoll, get them nice and wet, such a perfect little whore for me” He gripped your hair, brining your face closer as you lapped and sucked him, rolling his balls in your mouth, continuing to stroke his cock.

“You taste soo good babyy” You moaned, running your tongue up the prominent vein that ran along his cock, wrapping your lips around the sensitive head again. Every groan that left his lips caused your stomach to clench, your pussy aching to be stretched and filled by him. Your hands trailed down to play with your clit, dipping a finger into yourself, whimpering as you fucked yourself while sucking him.

“My desperate little cockslut, why are you touching yourself baby” Bucky pulled you off his cock, holding you on top of him, running his tongue along your lips, soaked with his precum and your spit.

“Need you, want your cock in me” You whined, moaning when Bucky nipped your lips, running his hands down your back, spanking your ass.

“Good girls don’t touch themselves baby” Bucky cooed, shaking his head, the coolness of his metal hand easing the sting slightly before you spanked you again, making you cry out. “You want my cock to stretch you out?”

You nodded, sitting up on his dripping length, rutting yourself on him, moaning as your clit rubbed against the tip of his cock.

“Look at you, rubbing yourself on me, why are you so slutty baby?” You moaned, grinding yourself harder as he stroked your thighs, soothing your skin before slapping your ass again.

“Only slutty for you daddy” You whined for him, not noticing what you called him, your eyes squeezed shut as you rocked your hips on him. Bucky stilled, the bruising grip he had on your thighs was going to leave marks as he squeezed the soft flesh.

“What did you call me?” He snarled his voice deep, eyes dark with nothing but lust.

You froze, eyes wide, not realizing you let it slip out. You bit your lip nervously, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“I….I didn’t…”

“Say it” Bucky spanked you, squeezing your ass in his hands as you cried out, tears prickling your eyes from the sting. “Say it again baby”

“Daddy!” Your needy voice made his cock twitch as he rubbed the sensitive skin, your arousal soaking his length.

“That’s right baby, I’m your fucking daddy” Bucky smirked, wiping away a tear that streamed down your cheek. “Poor baby, you need my cock, don’t you?”

You nodded, rubbing yourself on him, “Want to fuck you, need daddy’s cock to stretch me”

Bucky could have sworn he had died and gone to heaven in that moment, watching you desperately rut and grind against him, begging for his cock, he felt his balls grow heavy with cum each time you whimpered.

“Come here baby, take what you need” He settled against the pillows, a devilish grin on his lips as you straddled his thick muscular thighs positioning yourself above his dripping cock, pumping it a few times before lining yourself up with him.

“Go on baby, ride daddy’s cock” Bucky’s arms were folded under his head, biting his lip as he watched you struggle to sink down on him, your nails digging into his chest leaving little crescent indents.

“You’re so fucking big daddy” You whined, your head thrown back as you started slowly inching down on him until you bottomed out. You never felt this full before in your life, his cock filling you up more than you thought was physically possible. You barely moved, feeling the sting slowly melt into pleasure making your walls squeeze his cock.

You started the slowly bounce on his cock, the tip kissing your cervix each time you came down. Your lips were parted; brows knitted together as you started to move faster, making a creamy mess all over his cock. Bucky groaned, watching the way your pussy swallowed him, your arousal squirting out of you each time your hips came down.

“O-oh f-fuck, hurts so good baby, why is your cock so big daddy” You felt your thighs burn as you continued to move, your climax steadily building in your belly. You felt your walls struggle clench and squeeze around his thick length.

Bucky watched the way your breasts bounced in front of his face; moving up slightly to pull your stuff peak into his mouth. You moaned, gushing around him as he continued to suck and swirls his tongue around your taut nipple. His hand moved to rub slowly circles on your sensitive clit, loving the way you mewled when he sped up his movements.

Your movements began to stutter as you felt your climax build up, gripping on his shoulders, struggling to stay up. Your arms gave way as you fell against him; moaning into the crook of his neck as you felt the band tighten, ready to snap.

Bucky stroked your hair, rubbing your back as you panted against him, your legs trembling from exhaustion.

“Aww my cockdrunk baby, is daddy’s fat cock too much for you to handle?”

You whimpered, nodding as your body went limp, clinging onto him. Bucky smirked, planting his feet and wrapping his arms around you, fucking up into you as you cried on, biting down onto his shoulder to keep from screaming.

“You want to cum on daddy’s cock baby? Cum on my cock baby, fuck- make a nice creamy mess on me”

“I’m cumming daddy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Your pussy rapidly clenched around him, the band snapping, your vision going white, blood coursing through your ears, all your senses heightened.

“You like that huh baby? You like daddy’s cock? Fuck squeezing me so tight angel, pussy was made for me”

Bucky could feel his cock throb, desperate to fill you with loads of his cum, struggling to hold off as you moaned, squeezing him. He pulled you off his cock, pushing you down onto the bed with your ass up and face pushed down. His hand pressed onto your back making you arch more, getting the perfect full view of your swollen abused pussy. A mixture of your arousal and his precum dripped out of you as Bucky smeared his swollen head through your folds, smirking as you whimpered from sensitivity. He gripped his cock, nudging against your entrance.

“Think you can give me one more baby?”

“S’sensitive daddy, c-can’t” You whined, your voice muffled, buried in the mattress.

“Can’t princess? You sure baby?” Bucky pushed the tip of his cock in, moaning at the new angle letting him fuck you even deeper than before. He grabbed your hips, slamming into you in one swift motion.

“AH FUCK DADDY” You cried out, you could feel his cock all the way you your stomach, hitting your g spot, black spots already clouding your vision as you felt your third orgasm starting to build. “Pleasee fuckk me daddyy”

Having you bent over in front of him, begging for his cock, made his cock throb, a steady dribble of his arousal pouring into you. His pace picked up as he remembered your words from earlier. “Fuck me like you own me”, possessiveness clouding his mind and he started to ram his cock into you at an indescribable pace.

“Tell me you fucking slut, does your husband fuck you like this?” His balls slapped against you, heavy with cum, ready to fill you any second. “Did he ever get to touch you like this?”

“N-no, only you baby, only you” You slurred out, cockdrunk over the way his fingers dug into your skin, his hips snapping and bruising your ass.

“Who owns you baby, who do you belong to?!” Bucky’s mind continued to fog between pleasure and possession, leave your pussy gaping and stretched out, he had to ruin you for anyone else,. His breaths grew heavy as his balls started to tighten, his spine tingling and he felt warmth begin to spread through is body.

“I’m yours daddy, all yours” Your voice was raspy from screaming, eyes rolling back as his balls slapped against your clit, the band ready to snap again.

“Show your husband how good girls cum baby, my slutty little fucktoy, you ever gonna let him touch you? Fuck you the way I do? Make you scream like this?!” “O-o-nly you James, f-f-uck only you, he’s never touched me!” You screamed out as the band snapped, sending you into a spiral, your body slack as you squeezed and milked his cock. You gripped onto the sheets, tearing them as he continued to pound into you chasing his release.

“And he never fucking will, this pussy is fucking MINE” Bucky roared, his thrusts stilling as he gripped your hips, slamming his cock as deep as it would go shooting endless loads of hot cum into you. His body gave way, collapsing on top of you, gently rutting inside you, loving the way his sensitive cock continued to pour into you. He moved your now damp hair out of your face pressing sloppy kisses onto your temple, whispering sweet nothings as he came down from his climax.

“So full of my cum angel, you make me cum so hard for you baby” He laced his hands on top of yours, breathing in the scent of your hair, his cock slowly softening. Bucky hissed, pulling pulled his cock out, stroking your head as you whimpered from the soreness that began to set in.

“Come here babygirl” Bucky pull you up, setting you against the pillows, kissing your forehead, trailing kisses down your body. He laid on his stomach, spreading your legs apart; groaning at the way his cum dripped out of you. “Let me clean you up angel”

He licked up your mixed arousal, humming at the taste and the way you whined each time he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. His tongue swirled on the swollen nub causing you to cry out, pushing him away from overstimulation. He slapped the side of your thigh, draping his arm across your hips to keep you in place.

“Stay still princess, this pussy’s mine” He ran his tongue gently through your core, making sure to lick up every bit of his and your cum that soaked your puffy folds. He came up, his lips glistening with cum.

“Open up baby girl” Buckys fingers pressed into your cheeks, forcing you to open wide as he spit in your mouth.

You moaned at the taste, brining him down for a heated kiss, your tongue tangled with his as you relished the way his cum tasted mixed with yours. “You taste good daddy”

“My sweet angel, you did so good for me baby” Bucky pressed a soft kiss onto your forehead as you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. Your legs tangled with his as you snuggled into his chest, breathing in his scent. Your leg hitched around him, needing him closer, waves of sleep washing over you. Bucky let his hand trace over your body, stopping when you let out a pained whimper when he touched your ass. His heart dropped as you clutched onto him, your skin still stinging from earlier.

“Baby did I hurt you?”

“No, just sore” You smiled softly but he saw you wince as you shifted, his heart racing. Bucky slipped into the bathroom, returning quickly with a cool washcloth and some lotion.

“Here baby, is this okay?” Bucky laid the cool towel onto your sensitive skin, stroking your back as you laid on your stomach, sighing happily into the pillows.

“Feels good baby, thank you” You giggled at Bucky’s pouty face, his sad puppy dog eyes glancing up at you. He removed the cloth, peppering light kisses onto your skin before gently massaging a cool lotion onto the area. “This will help with some of the swelling, I’m sorry princess”

“Come here baby” You grabbed onto him, pulling him onto of you. You caressed his scruffy cheek, softly kissing him all over his face, suddenly biting his bottom lip that jutted out.

“Ow!” Bucky yelped as you held his lip between your teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh.

“Now we’re even” You grinned, playfully nipping his lips again, gasping as he suddenly rolled on top of you, pinning your hands above your head.

“Hmm, careful babygirl…might not be so gentle with you again” His eyes turned dark as he brushed his lips against yours. You spread your legs for him, biting his lip making him groan, his cock already stirring.

“Show me daddy”

It was going to be very a long night.

Rumlow’s office

Rumlow sat at his desk, his finger tracing over the scars you left him with as he twirled an ice cube in his glass, staring at the wedding portrait of you and him. It wasn’t difficult getting the cameras and sound set up; a few gentle threats to dispose of someone’s family was a convincing way to get what he needed.

He was seething the first say he saw you in Bucky’s room, no wedding ring on your finger, your nose tucked in a book, curled under the sheets, cuddled up beside him. Stupid cheating little bitch. Of course, you were disgustingly innocent, every time he had Walker or Loki check the footage of what you were up to, you were either sleeping or reading. He laughed to himself, thinking about how badly Bucky must have wanted to fuck you, only to be given the same cold shoulder he had to endure for months. A knock at his door broke him out of his thoughts, with a dishevelled looking Walker peeking inside.

“What do you want?” Rumlow barked, planning his next move, skimming through the files he had laid on his desk.

“Its about Barnes…uh- your wife…” Walker swallowed thickly; sweat beading at his forehead as he clutched a laptop to his chest.

“Hmm. Barnes and my wife. That dumb bitch wouldn’t know what to do with a cock if it slapped her in the face”

Walker nearly snorted, having watched Bucky’s cock hit your face, opening you mouth to gag and choke on his cock, sucking and bouncing on it like a porn star.

“Uh boss…you might want to see this…” His face was flushed red as he shifted at the door, desperately trying to hide his boner.

“What, does he have blue balls now? What is it?!” Rumlow snorted, his face slightly dropping as he saw Walker holding the laptop that streamed the footage from Bucky’s room. Rumlow glared at him, noticing the very obvious tent in John’s pants, his poor job at hiding it only made it worse.

“I swear to god motherfucker if you come an inch closer to me with that shit-

Before he could finish, Walker opened the laptop, pressing play, your pornographic screams filling the room. Rumlow felt his blood run cold as he watched you spread out on Bucky’s bed, moaning and crying out for him. His veins filled with rage as he forwarded the footage, unable to stop, watching you spread your legs for Bucky, shamelessly grinding on his cock, licking his cock, sucking his balls, letting him bend you over taking you from behind, letting him cum balls deep in you. He felt white hot anger as you lazily smiled at Bucky, letting him spit in your mouth, wrapping your naked body around his.

“THIS FUCKING LITTLE DIRTY SLUT” Rumlow grabbed his gun, shooting the laptop screen, silencing your moans, next sending two bullets to your wedding picture, aiming perfectly between your eyebrows. “THAT STUPID SLUTTY LITTLE WHORE” He replayed Bucky’s words in his head repeatedly “Does your husband fuck you like this?” his chest heaving with rage.

“Boss, what should we- Walker dodged the crystal glass chucked at his head, letting it smash on the wall.

“YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THAT FUCKING SHIT OUT OF MY FACE”

Walker couldn’t tell if he was referring to the now broken laptop or his still obvious boner, immediately retreating from the office, not waiting to find out.

Rumlow paced around the room knowing it’d be difficult for him to attack you or Bucky directly, but he didn’t need to do that yet. He grabbed the files on his desk, calling Loki to take care of business. He skimmed through the files, his unhinged grin growing on his face.

Winifred Barnes, Rebecca Barnes, Sarah Wilson, Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Marisa Tomei.

“Enjoy his cock wile you can y/n”

Part 8

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Pretty Little Thing Part 4

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), a little steve x reader (platonic)

A/N: Here is part 4! Rumlow is gross. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: ANGST, forced abusive marriage (sexual harassment), swearing, illusion to smut, fluff!

Word count: 2.5k

Part 3 here

“Did you miss me sweet heart” You trembled, dropping the coffee mug you were holding, cutting your hand as Rumlow stalked towards you to the stool you sat on in the kitchen, arriving days earlier than he intended.

“Clumsy girl” He tsked, caressing your face while bringing your bleeding finger to his mouth, sucking it between his lips. His strokes on your cheek became rougher as he nipped on your finger, causing you to wince in pain.

“You really should be more careful, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my pretty little angel” He flashed a smile, your traces of your blood covering his teeth. He moved closer to you, licking up your neck, whispering in your ear “You didn’t answer me. Did you miss me doll?”

Your blood turned into ice, frozen in place. He had never once called you doll. Only one person called you that.

“I….”

“I missed you so much y/n” Rumlow continued to brush his lips against your neck and shoulders, roughly gripping your waist, pulling you towards him. He slotted himself between your legs, pressing your back against the hard island counter. You whimpered out in pain but he didn’t stop, gripping you tighter, bruising your skin. “God, I missed my wife so much. Tell me, what did you do while I was gone?”

He moved back, cold eyes boring into you as he moved a hand to grip the back of your neck, tugging your hair. “Tell me doll, what were you up to?”

“I-I had dinner with-with my…”

“With who angel, who did you have dinner with?”

“Boss, Pierce wants to speak with you, its urgent” Walker stood at the doorway, unfazed by the scene in front of him. He was surprised he hadn’t been given orders to start digging a 6 ft hole in the back yard yet.

“Be there in a minute” Rumlow continued to grip your hair, your skin burning as he tightened his grasp, smiling coldly at you. “We can talk when I’m back, okay sweet girl?” You whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks as he pushed you harder against the counter. He smirked, dragging his tongue across your skin to lick the tears that continued to run down your cheeks. “I’ll miss you”

You sat, rooted to the stool as your heart began to race. He knew.

***

“Something’s not right”

Sam entered Bucky’s office with Steve, both men were growing increasingly worried about your safety but nothing compared to how Bucky was feeling.

“Parker’s been scoping the place out. Security around his place has been increased, at least 10 men around the front gates and double inside the house. No sign of y/n, she hasn’t been outside once in the ever since he got back”

Bucky nodded as his jaw clenched thinking about you, the bruises flashing in his mind. The glass he held in his metal hand shattered as he thought about Rumlow putting his hands on you. “Steve, call Parker”

He wasn’t taking any chances.

***

“Doll”

Rumlow was sitting on your bed as you stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes undressing you as he stared at you with hunger and lust. You froze as he sauntered over, your grip tightening over the towel you were wrapped in.

“I think its time for some changes my love, don’t you think?” His hot breath fanned down your neck and he caressed your arm, inhaling the scent of your body wash, groaning as his hands skimmed over the water droplets dripping down your thighs.

“I-I don’t understand” Your voice barely came out a whisper as you stared at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Don’t worry sweet heart, I’ll explain,”

He took your hand as he walked you over to the large walk-in closet, as your heart dropped at the sight. All of your clothes had been thrown out, replaced with lingerie, sheer robes and tight dresses with plunging necklines and high slits. Your pajamas had been replaced with tiny silk gowns, a stark contrast to the large t-shirts you loved to sleep in. The only dress that hadn’t been replaced was your dark green dress you wore on the night you spent with Bucky.

“Do you like it?” He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you tensed, forgetting how to breathe.

“Why?” You felt light headed; knowing exactly why he had taken everything away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.

“I didn’t like your clothes, how can I admire my wife when you’re always hiding such gorgeous curves,” His lips dragged across your shoulders, as he nipped at your earlobe. “I think you’d look so beautiful in that dark green one baby”, his voice was dark and cold as his grip around you tightened. “So beautiful”

He whipped you around, grasping your arms in a bruising grip, his nails digging into your skin as you cried out.

“SHUT UP,” His chest heaved as he moved his hand to wrap around your neck, forcing you to look at him. “You’re a stupid bitch you know that? I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! You get everything you need from me, but you’re a greedy little whore aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?!”

You whimpered as his fingers continued to close around your neck, as he pressed you against the closet wall.

“You’re a spoiled fucking brat” He gripped your arm, dragging you out of the closet, throwing you onto the bed.

“You think you can walk out on me? You thought you were trapped all this time, didn’t you baby,” He leaned down to you, growling “I’ll fucking show you trapped.

He stood up, towering over you.

“LOKI”

A tall slim man in an all black suit walked in the room, his raven hair slicked, ending at his shoulders. He nodded at Rumlow, his cold eyes never meeting yours. He had joined recently, entering Rumlows inner circle alongside Walker and a few others.

“He will watch over you day and night until I decide what I want to do with you”

You had been locked in your room for a week as Loki stood outside of your door, only opening it for meals and water. You stayed under the covers, refusing to let anyone see you in the small pieces of lingerie you had for clothes. Even the dresses had been removed; Rumlow had decided you’d only have access to them if you were going out with him. He did leave one dress; the one he’d use the taunt you with.

You felt like you were slipping into madness; with each passing day, you only wanted Bucky more. You craved the safety of his arms, his intoxicating scent that left you reeling. You missed the way he took care of you, how he wanted to see you smile. You allowed your mind to spiral, until a harsh knock at the door broke you away from your thoughts.

“Are you dressed?” A question Loki always asked before he opened the door. At this point, dressed meant the safety of your bed sheet though you had grown to not care how he saw you, your mind focused on the beautiful man with blue eyes you could drown in. You heard the sound of heavy footsteps ascend the stairs, your body immediately freezing as you hid under the covers.

“You’re coming out with me tonight sweetheart” Rumlow sneered, dried blood still covering his rings as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest. You wanted to protest but the unhinged grin he wore on his face warned you to do otherwise.

You let out a shaky breath, as he stalked over, pulling the sheet you had clutched to your chest.

“Playing hard to get, are you silly girl?”

“N-no” You could feel his hot breath fanning down your face as he tucked a lose hair away from your face.

“I thought about it my love, I thought about cutting off these pretty arms and legs and throwing you off the bridge in a cement block but I can’t do that to my pretty little thing, now can I?”

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, this was so much worse than death.

“Ah ah ah, don’t cry. We’re going to have fun tonight, you can even wear one of those many pretty dresses we have tucked away. Let me show everyone my beautiful wife in all her glory”

Rumlow left, arriving a moment later with a black cut out dress that hardly covered much more than the underwear in your closet. It had thin straps with a deep cinched neck line that accentuated your cleavage. You were seething. You would have worn this for him; he deserved your body, heart and soul. Not this god awful pent up manwhore in heat.

Ever the gentleman, he decided to leave you to get changed “Oh, and do your makeup nicely sweet heart. You know the look I like. And cover up the bruises” He smirked at the doorway, before nodding at Loki to lock the door.

The car ride silent as his hand caressed your exposed thigh. You tugged at the dress, trying to cover yourself from him but he gripped your wrist, preventing you from moving.

“What are you trying to cover up; do you only reserve your body for others?” His voice turned ice cold, as he glared at you, suddenly grinning again as the vehicle came to a stop, the harsh neon lights momentarily blinding you.

Cross Bones. He brought you to his club.

He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the car through the crowds to the booths that overlooked the club. You thought you noticed a familiar blonde off to the side, but you were hauled up the stairs before you could do anything.

He pushed you onto the large couch, snapping his fingers as a waitress passed by handing him a bottle of vodka. He took a large swing, downing nearly half the bottle before falling beside you, grinning wildly at your discomfort.

“Unhappy are we? Do you know how unhappy I am? Married to someone who should be thanking me for sparing them, who should let me, have access to her whenever I want” He moved his hand to grab your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks.

“But what did I get? NOTHING! For fucking months, nothing. And I leave for a night and you’re ready to spread your legs open for someone else? You want him?! YOU CANT FUCKING HAVE HIM”

He took another swing, setting the bottle closer to you.

“Let’s show these people baby, let’s show all these people who you belong to” His words slurred as he started to move his hands between your knees trying to pry them open. Your mind began to race, you needed at out. You grabbed the bottle, smashing it onto his face.

“YOU FUCKING BI-”

You used the broken end of the bottle to hit him again, causing him to double over pain as shards of glass cut through his face.

You ran out of the club, tears streaming down your face, hardly noticing others stopping and staring at your disheveled appearance. You nearly screamed as you felt a warm hand grab your shoulder pulling you to the side. You turned to see a kind set of light blue eyes looking down at you.

“Y/n-

“Steve please” Your voice was pleading for him to do something, anything.

“Its okay sweet heart, here” Steve slipped his blazer off, wrapping it around you before leading you to the SUV. The drive to was silent. He didn’t prod; the pain in your voice was enough for his blood to boil. You shifted nervously as you noticed 3 cars followed behind. Steve saw your anxious shifting; gently squeezing your hand “It’s okay. They’re with us”

You remained motionless as the cars pulled into the drive way. Steve sat with you as you saw the other men you hadn’t seen before emerge from the cars. There was a tall handsome black man along with a larger blonde who had long hair that passed by, flashing you warm smiles before entering the mansion. A significantly younger boy passed, shyly waving at you before running to catch up with the other two.

A familiar figure emerged from the doors, your heart raced as you jumped out of the car, you’d never leave his arms again.

“Doll?”

You ran into Bucky’s arms, clinging onto him, inhaling his scent as tears flooded your vision.

“Doll, look at me, are you okay?”

You were unable to speak, shaking your head, burying yourself further into his chest. Bucky’s hands began to move quicker than his mind as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to his master bed room. He set you down on the bed, pulling away to see if you were hurt anywhere. You continued to cling onto him, pulling him back to you, never wanting to let go.

“Y/n, baby I just want to see if you’re okay” He tried to reason with you as you tighten your grip around him.

“Please, please don’t let go” You whimpered, reluctantly pulling back. Your makeup had smeared from your tears; blue and purple tints peaked from where you had poorly tried to cover up bruises that littered your neck. He took a deep breath before speaking, as he focused back on you while slipping off Steve’s blazer. Bucky felt hot anger course through his veins, struggling to remain calm as he saw more bruises on your arms and wrists.

“When did he do this to you?”

You shook your head, unable to remember exactly when anything happened. The week you had been locked up he hadn’t touched you but you had lost all sense of time.

“Does it hurt babydoll?” You nodded, but your body wasn’t the one in pain.

“Please show me baby where, I just want you to be okay” Bucky’s eyes were pleading with you, as his fingers skimmed over the bruises, careful not to hurt you.

“It hurts” Tears streamed down your face as you brought his hand to your chest to wear your heart was pounding. “I want to feel something, please. Make it stop, take the pain away”

“Baby…” Bucky rested his forehead against yours, pulling you into his lap. “I want to, I want to so badly, but please let me take care of you first”

You shook your head, grasping the collar of his shirt, your lips brushing against his. He groaned as his hands made its way to your waist, gently laying you down onto the soft pillows. You looked up at him, kissing his lips softly.

“Please James”

Part 5

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I’ve been so anxious today . And I was wondering if you were in the mood for something fluffy … like waking up with mob husband Bucky ? Idk anything really

18+ Minors dni

Mob Bucky x F reader

Did I drop everything for this? YES.

Soft fluffy mornings

You blinked awake, the morning sun just starting to peek through the curtains. You shifted under the heavy weight of your husband’s arm wrapped around you to face him. He was still fast asleep, his pink lips slightly parted as he softly snored, stirring slightly when you traced your finger over his features. You softly kissed his forehead, down to his perfect nose.

Most mornings, Bucky was already up, moving around silently so he wouldn’t wake you, but not today. You giggled quietly at how soft he looked, wrapped up with you under the blankets, nothing like the feared mob boss he was to the rest of the world. Your thumb caressed his scruffy cheek, loving the way he leaned into your touch even in his sleep. You continued to adore how handsome he was, stroking his forehead and carding your fingers through his hair.

“Good morning my angel” He rasped, voice deep still laced with sleep, his eyes still closed. You could feel his arms wrap tightly around your waist as he pulled you closer, nuzzling his face into your bare chest. You giggled at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin, squirming in his hold but he only held onto you tighter, burying his face further.

“Baby, it tickles!” You tried to pull away again, only to have him roll over, hitching his leg over you to keep you in place. “Bucky!”

He smiled to himself, loving the sound of your laugh, the warmth of your soft skin. With you, he felt pure love and nothing else. No amount of money or power would ever compare to the happiness he felt when he was with you. Just you. His wife, his baby, his princess, his sweet angel.

He leaned up to kiss you, his lips gently moving with yours, his hands rubbing up and down your waist. He trailed his arm down to stroke your thigh, continuing to kiss every inch of your face, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead.

“My pretty baby” He smiled at you, tucking your hair behind your ear. He’d never get over how beautiful you were, the softness of your hair, the curve of your lips. He loved the way your hands rubbed his back, your body wrapping around him, holding him close. You made him feel safe. Protected.

“What is it bubba” You pecked his nose while he snuggled against you again, closing his eyes. No one else would ever make him feel this way.

“Wanna cuddle with you”

He held onto you extra tight, falling asleep again. He didn’t get to have mornings like this often, just the two of you, no rush to go anywhere, your bare skin pressed against his under the soft sheets.

“Baby, we have to get up and some point” You stroked his hair, shaking your head as he pouted, his eyes still closed.

“No. Want to stay here, m’comfy like this” He yawned, rubbing his eyes, before blinking up at you. It was rare you got to see this side of him, sweet, playful, an absolute baby the rest of the world didn’t know existed. He was ready to snuggle into you again when he heard to rumble of your tummy, immediately sitting up, sleep completely melting away. He would not just lay around if you were hungry. He kissed your cheek before getting up to throw on some sweats.

“What are you doing Bucky, I thought you were still sleepy”

“You’re hungry angel” You snickered at your husband’s antics, cuddled up to you like a baby one second, and hopping out of bed within seconds. He passed you his shirt, slipping it over your head before carrying you in his arms.

“Come on babydoll, let me make you breakfast”

Soft Intimate mornings

He stirs awake, rolling over so he can cuddle against you, nuzzling his face into your hair. You roll over slightly so you can face him, burying your face into his chest. Your arms and legs are wrapped around each other under the sheets, snuggling each other.

You cuddle like this for a while, caressing each other softly, eyes still closed, gently feather light kisses. He moves so he’s on top of you, still kissing you sweetly, his hard length resting between your bodies. You look at him, his eyes gazing into yours. There are no words spoken, the both of you just want to feel. You part your legs slightly letting him slowly push into you, a quiet moan leaving your parted lips.

His hands lace with yours, softly pinning you against the mattress. His hips are rocking so slowly, the tip gently stroking that sweet spot with each thrust. Your both lost in each other, eyes locked while he grinds against you, squeezing your hands in his. He leans down, his forehead resting on yours while you bring your legs up to wrap around his waist.

His lips press against yours against, starting to move a little faster when he feels you flutter around him. He can tell your close by the way your breaths are getting heavier, your skin warmer. You’re moaning, struggling to keep your eyes locked with his, its all too much, the feeling of him, the way he’s softly stroking your hair, rutting into you because he just wants to be so close to you.

Soft moans are filling the room as you both reach your highs, desperately clinging onto each other. He groans, spilling into you, not bothering to pull out, staying connected with you. He picks you up and carries you over to the shower, the both of you still unable to keep your hands off each other under the hot steamy water.

He has you against the wall, his fingers pumping in and out of you while you stroke him, tongues tangled together, he’s probably going to be late for his meetings today but he doesn’t care. He wouldn’t trade these mornings for anything else.

Angsty intimate mornings

Very rare. But it happens. You rarely go to bed upset with each other without saying good night. The both of you sleep on the edges of the bed, a thick wall of stubbornness, ego and pride separating you. He knows your upset with him. His heart broke when he heard you quietly sniffling in the middle of the night; he hates himself for causing you pain, it eats him alive. He let the stress of everything get to him and it ended up spilling onto you.

“Angel, I’m sorry” He kisses your shoulder gently, leaning over so he can move your hair back to kiss your cheek. You swallow thickly, pulling the sheet higher on yourself, trying to move out of his hold.

“I’m so sorry baby” He whispers, wrapping his arms around you tighter, pulling you to lay under him. You look away from him, refusing to meet his eyes while his thumb strokes your cheek, blinking when you feel a warm tear fall on your skin. His eyes are brimming with tears, his lip trembling. Bucky was able to handle a lot of things but he couldn’t handle upsetting you.

“Forgive me please baby?” You pout at him, still not speaking.

“I’m sorry I hurt you doll, my precious sweet doll” He sniffles, burying his face into your neck, his body trembling slightly. You wrap your arms around him, kissing the side of his head. You bring your hands to cup his face, kissing him all over, wiping his tears away. He comes down to capture you lips, groaning, letting his tongue into your mouth. He pulls away for air, panting, hips perfect lips swollen as he starts to trail kisses down your body.

“Please say something?” His eyes are pleading with you but you shake your head, still not saying anything. And he has to hear your voice again, so…

“I’m sorry” He kisses you chin, “So beautiful baby” He kisses you neck. He trails kisses down to your mound, your breath hitching when he throws your thighs over his shoulders. “My beautiful angel” You cry out in pleasure when his lips seal around your clit, gently sucking, his tongue swirling circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You bite your lip, your back arching off the bed when he sucks a little harder, slipping two thick fingers into your fluttering walls, curling them. Your hand flies to his hair, pulling it to push his face in deeper, the groans leaving his making your stomach clench.

He starts to pump his fingers faster, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit, he can’t get enough of the way you’re trying to stay quiet as you came all over his face, his spoiled little princess with an ego and stubbornness to match his. God he fucking loved you.

Your chest is heaving, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body as he continues to gently kiss and sucking your throbbing clit. You twitch from sensitivity, eyes squeezed shut as he moves back up, spreading your legs apart.

“You look beautiful like this angel”

His chin is glistening with your arousal, his cock teasing your entrance. You nearly beg for him to just fuck you but you bite your lip, your brows furrowed. He slams into you without warning, desperately fucking you with abandon, making you cry out, your legs wrapping tightly around him.

He’s railing into you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust. You bite down onto his shoulder, causing him to groan loudly, fucking you faster, obscene sounds of your wetness filling the room as you drip all over his cock and onto the sheets.

“I love you so much y/n” He’s gripping your hips in a bruising grips, his thrusts desperately fucking into you, his eyes gazing down at you with love and passion, he just wants to hear you say it back, he needs it. Your lips tremble, moaning at the feeling,

“I love you so fucking much baby, please” He’s nearly pleading with you, his body weight on you, one hand gripping the head board, the other cupping your cheek. His cock is so sensitive, balls heavy, he know he’s close but he can’t let go yet, not until you say something.

“You’re my everything, you know that?” His face is in the crook of your neck, whispering to you, the head board above you splintering in his grip. “My perfect doll, my wife, sweet stubborn little princess, I love you, I fucking love you”

“Can see you squeezing me baby, let go, I wanna cum with you, please baby girl, wanna cum, feels so good baby”

The bed is hitting the wall with each thrust, hes moaning, his cock leaking into you, its taking everything to not pour loads of cum into you, he can only hold on for a bit longer.

“Tell me you’re mine angel, please baby, just tell me you’re mine” The desperation in his voce and the feeling of his cock is overwhelming, your pussy clenching and squeezing around him. He’s moaning and whining now, he knows your close.

“I’m yours Bucky, I’m yours, yours, all yours baby, James m’gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck-AH”

You nearly sob in pleasure, tears streaming down your face as you cum around his cock, black spots clouding your vision, your heart nearly bursting through your chest.

“Oh fuck Angel, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum for you, m’cumming for you baby, FUCK, I’m cumming so fucking hard for you y/n”

Your orgasm triggers his, his cock throbbing, pumping you full of his cum. It’s spilling all over the sheets, dripping out of you, the both of you moaning and whining for each other. He lets his cock soften inside you, kissing you again, pushing back the hair sticking to your forehead.

“I love you James”

“I love you more angel”

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Pretty Little Thing Part 1

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage) A/N: This is going to be in parts because it was getting way too long for a one shot. Felt like writing some protective Mob Bucky because he is an absolute treasure. Rumlow is a piece of shit. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: ANGST, forced marriage, swearing, abusive marriage

Word count: 1.8k

Bucky reluctantly got in the SUV after Steve nagged him for 2 hours about the importance of maintaining civil relationships with business partners and rivals.

“You know what they say punk, keep your friends close and your enemies closer”

Bucky groaned, adjusting the gun in his holster wondering how he let Steve convince him to meet with Brock Rumlow again.

He had zero interest in having any business dealings with Rumlow; he had agreed to a meeting to maintain an air of peace. Though they were both part of the same world, Bucky had some morals.

As they neared the residence, something was different this time. Bucky frowned, wondering why the mansion they were pulling up to looked so…homely. A trail of flower bushes lined the gravel road to the entrance. A large garden swing sat on the lawn. Rumlow didn’t seem like the type to sit outside on a sunny day to lounge on a garden swing. Not unless someone half naked was on it. The large balcony that was typically occupied with the women Rumlow was entertaining that week was empty. Instead 2 guards that had previously never been seen had taken up residence at the main door.

“He’s up to something, this man didn’t suddenly turn into Mr. Rogers” Steve shook his head, doing a quick pat down of his weapons before exiting the vehicle.

The inside was no better; a giant bouquet of flowers sat in an ornate vase beside the stair case. The curtains had been opened, allowing natural light to pour through the living room. A number of family photos had been placed above the fireplace, replacing a previous cigar collection.

“Gentleman!” Rumlow descended the stairs, flashing them an unnaturally bright smile.

Bucky nodded, his stoic face unchanged. “I see you’ve made some changes”

“All this,” Rumlow gestured around him, “is for my beautiful new wife”

Steve hoped Rumlow didn’t hear him choke though Bucky definitely did, struggling to hide his smirk.

“Didn’t think you’d be one to settle down” Bucky said coolly, wondering which woman of the week he had convinced to marry him.

“You would too Barnes, if you got lucky enough to find a woman like mine. Let me introduce you!”

Before Bucky could protest (though secretly curious to know who would agree to marry such a creature), Rumlow called for you.

“Y/n, sweetheart, come down, meet my business partners!” “We’re not bu-”

Bucky immediately stopped upon seeing you descend the stairs. That wasn’t who he was expecting.

You quietly padded down the stairs in a simple white sun dress that stopped just above your knees, the soft material flowing between your legs with each step. Your hair cascaded down, softly bouncing as you approached them. As you neared, Bucky noticed the finer details that just added to your beauty. The small beauty marks on your skin that made you unique, the curve of your jaw, the way you nervously bit you bottom lip, the soft light color you had painted on your toes. Fuck you were angelic.

You stood quietly by Rumlows side, nearly hiding behind him, glancing at the two very handsome men that visited your home. If you’d even call it a home.

“She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she?”

Bucky and Steve stood in stunned silence, nodding after a moment. Rumlow smirked, getting the exact reaction he wanted.

“Barnes, Rogers, this is y/n, my sweet wife” Rumlow firmly gripped your waist, pulling you forward while placing a possessive kiss on your neck, his lips lingering on your skin for longer than necessary. You squirmed slightly, immediately stopping when you felt his fingers dig into your skin.

“Pleasure to meet you y/n” The handsome blonde gave you a soft smile, extending his hand. You hesitated before taking his hand; his hold felt firm, safe.

“Y/n, this is James Barnes and Steve Rogers, they came to discuss some of our business trades”

You smiled softly, nodding keeping your gaze down. You fidgeted with the large diamond ring that sat on your finger, the heavy rock a harsh contrast to your simple appearance.

“Gentleman follow me, we can discuss everything in the office. Y/n darling, prepare us some drinks please”

The office looked the same as the last time Bucky had been there; a large solid wood desk with simple arm chairs surrounding it and a large couch off to the side. Everything was the same except for one stark difference; a large wedding portrait hung on the wall behind Rumlow’s desk. He looked proud, as if he had captured the prey he prowled after, his arm draped possessively around you waist. You were in a plain white silk wedding dress, both your hands clasped around a bouquet of blood red roses. You’re lips were curved up in a small smile but your eyes looked lost, devoid of happiness.

“Take a seat, y/n please” Rumlow gestured for you to pour them their drinks while they sat. Another change; there were no longer maids or butlers in the house. There were security guards that walked the perimeter and few in the halls but the many women that previously waited on Rumlow hand and foot were nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t see any of your other….assistants?” Steve wasn’t sure how to refer to the lack of help. He knew for a fact Rumlow had them around for more than just cleaning the house.

“Ah, no need for them when I have this angel here. Got rid of them all after we got married”

He grinned at you, pawing at your waist as you dropped a few ice cubes into the crystal glasses. Your body tensed under his touch, quickly pouring the whisky so you could leave the room. Your nervous movements caused a splash of the dark liquid to spill onto Bucky’s shirt.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes” You looked up wide eyed, frantically grabbing a cloth to dry off the spill. Your hands trembled as you quickly dabbed his chest, feeling the hard muscle under tense.

“It’s okay doll” The name rolled off his tongue with such ease before Bucky could catch himself. He took the napkin from your hand and set it on the table, giving you a soft smile. His eyes were a stunning piercing blue and you felt yourself get lost in them for a moment, collecting yourself when you heard a cough from your husband.

“That’ll be all y/n. Sorry gentleman, she’s still learning” Rumlow gave you a nod, smiling, however his voice and eyes were cold as they bore into you. You nodded, quickly retreating to your room before they could see the tears fall.

Steve shifted uncomfortably, while Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“Learning?” Bucky’s voice was cold. He already had no interest to be here but seeing the way you were treated angered him more.

“Yes Barnes, learning” Rumlow’s was voice equally cold, his hospitable demeanour slowly crumbling seeing the way you looked at Bucky.

“And how did she agree to this marriage in the first place?” Bucky sat back in his chair, genuinely curious to know how you ended up in his hellhole.

“Truthfully, that’s none of your business Barnes”

“We can talk about this first Brock” Steve said lowly, his hand gripping the arm of the chair to keep from punching the man’s jaw out of place.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you Barnes, or you Rogers, you came here to talk business,” Rumlow glared at the men, realizing the conversation would not move forward unless they got their answer. “But since you seem so keen, it was for her benefit”

“Benefit?”

“Her family owed me a large sum of money they couldn’t repay. Millions. I spared them in exchange for her”

Bucky felt sick, anger beginning to cloud his judgement. He should have known you would have been forced into this arrangement against your will. Steve sensed his friends change in mood, tapping his knee, signalling for him to cool down.

“So you forced her to be your wife?”

“Hardly”, Rumlow replied coolly, sipping his whiskey. “She agreed to the marriage in exchange for her family’s life”

“She’s a person Rumlow, you don’t trade lives for your benefit. She’s had to sacrifice her whole life for her own family, what the hell have you given her in exchange for it!?” Steve felt his own composure beginning to falter.

“ I’ve made plenty of sacrifices for her!” Disgust dripped from his voice when he mentioned you. “Do you see any women walking around this fucking place? Not one maid, no whores, all of them gone for her. I’ve remodelled the house according to her likings; I have not touched her once until she agrees. She is getting everything according to her needs, the least she can do is learn to pour a glass of whiskey”

Rumlow’s chest was heaving his frustrations grew. He knew your family would have paid the money off eventually but he wanted you. The pretty, sweet, angelic looking thing that sat on the swing in front of your family’s home, nose tucked in a book. So he made an offer. All debt’s cleared in an exchange of marriage. You protested, so he made another offer. He would change, become a better man. No more women, he would change his home to resemble your own. He wouldn’t lay a finger on you until you consented.

“You’re proud of not touching someone who doesn’t want to be with you in the first place?” Bucky scoffed, his hand itching to pull the gun from his holster.

It had been 6 months since the wedding and his patience was growing thin. The marriage had never been consummated and Rumlow was only willing to play his part for so long. He’d get what he wanted if you were not going to give it to him willingly.

“I’ve had to keep it in my pants for 6 months Barnes, I think I’ve been pretty generous, don’t you think?” Rumlow smirked, enjoying the reaction he was getting out of Bucky.

The floor screeched as Bucky stood out of his chair, heading straight for the door. A minute longer and a bullet would have found its way between Rumlow’s eyes. Steve followed without a word, as Rumlow sat back in his chair finishing off his whiskey.

In the car, Steve glanced at Bucky, shaking his head, knowing where his friends head was at.

“Be careful Buck”

“About?”

“I saw how you looked at her. Called her doll right in front of that piece of shit, God knows what he’s going to do to her now”

Bucky groaned, closing his eyes as you clouded his thoughts. Your bare feet softly padding down the stairs, your hair slightly tousled. Your soft y/e/c eyes that pleaded for forgiveness. The tear that slipped and rolled down your cheek. He noticed.

Part 2

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Pretty Little Thing Part 6

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader y/n, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), Steve, Sam x reader (Platonic)

A/N: Here is part 6. Sweetheart Bucky, Rumlow is salty, he wishes that was him. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: All the fluff, some angst, illusions to smut, swearing, forced marriage.

Word count: 3k

Part 5 here

You stirred at the unfamiliar feeling of warmth wrapped around you, a muscular arm draped across your waist holding you tight. You looked up to see the beautiful eyes you always got lost in gazing down at you.

“Good morning doll” Bucky kissed your forehead softly, brushing your hair away from your face with his fingers. You leaned into his touch, kissing his palm as he moved to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. “You feel okay?”

You nodded as Bucky peppered your face with kisses, wrapping his arms tight around you. You giggled, snuggling into his chest, nearly falling asleep again from his body heat.

“I want to stay with you like this” Your voice was muffled as you nuzzled into him, letting your arms and legs wrap around him like a koala bear.

“We can stay like this all day baby” Bucky’s hands stroked your back, smiling to himself; he’d already sent Steve and Sam off to cover everything he had to do for the day, well prepared to spend the entire day with you. Your stomach rumbled, the first time you felt yourself have an appetite over the past few months. Bucky’s hands moved down to pinch the soft skin of your tummy as you squealed. “Hungry?”

You nodded, squirming under Bucky as he continued to teasingly poke at your growling stomach “Let’s get you fed first babydoll”.

You nearly drooled as Bucky got out of bed; his perfect naked form was even more beautiful in the morning sun. You watched him stretch his arms, his muscles tensing and flexing, the deep groan that left his lips caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You moved to get out of bed, pulling the sheets up suddenly when you remembered you didn’t have clothes to wear.

Bucky had pulled on his sweats turning to see you sitting up with the covers wrapping you; he wasn’t going to make you wear that stupid dress you had on the night before. He grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of his sweat pants, laying it by your side as he continued to get dressed.

You wiggled under the sheets, trying to keep yourself covered while changing. Bucky cocked his head watching you, your cheeks flushed, trying to slip the t-shirt on without letting the sheets uncover you, feeling much more exposed in the daylight.

“Whatcha doing y/n” His eyebrow was raised as you had your hand holding the sheet up, the other holding his shirt.

“I…” You bit your lip as his eyes trailed down you, smirking as you shied away from him, avoiding his eyes.

“Why you hiding babydoll”

Bucky stalked towards you, removing your hand from the sheet setting it by your side. You let Bucky gently pull the sheet off you, as he leaned forward; pressing his lips on yours, the soft whimpers leaving you made his cock stir. He continued trailing kisses across your jaw, down your neck, between the valley of your breasts. Your breaths got heavier as he kept going, peppering kisses onto your stomach, stopping just before where you needed him most.

“If I keep going, we’ll never leave this room” Bucky smirked, planting one last kiss on your nose before leaving you to get changed. “I’ll wait for you outside doll”

You slipped the t-shirt and sweats on; smiling at the way his cologne lingered on the soft fabric. Bucky waited by the door, his breath hitching seeing you in his clothes. They were baggy on you, falling loosely around your much smaller frame. Something about seeing you in his clothes made his brain short circuit, wordlessly staring at you as you walked towards him.

“James, everything okay?”

You voice snapped him out of his trance; he took your hand leading you down the stairs to the large kitchen.

“What do you feel like eating doll?”

You were confused for a moment; for months and for most of your life you weren’t given much of a choice for anything. Your mind immediately went to pancakes, one of your favourite comfort foods you hadn’t eaten in ages.

“Pancakes?”

What you were not expecting was for Bucky to walk over to the fridge and pantry, setting out the ingredients he needed to make you breakfast. Your heart fluttered as he measured out the flour, dumping it into a bowl, moving around the kitchen effortlessly. You sat at the kitchen counter with heart eyes unable to keep from smiling watching him.

“What you thinking about doll” Bucky smirked at you, grinning at the way you gazed at him as he whisked the batter.

“I didn’t know you cooked too” You walked over to the stove where Bucky had started heating the griddle, melting butter to coat the surface.

“Learned from my ma” Bucky smiled to himself, remembering the way his mother would let him lick the spoon as he sat on the kitchen counter, watching her move around the kitchen making Sunday dinner. “She used to let me lick the spoon if I helped her bake” You giggled, your heart melting imagining a little James with frosting covering his pouty lips and dimpled chin.

“I can get the table ready” You decided to make yourself useful while Bucky started pouring the batter onto the pan, finding the maple syrup bottle, plates and cutlery. Watching you flit around the kitchen, in his clothes, your hair still messy from last night, Bucky was sure he was going to go into cardiac arrest, nearly burning a pancake in the process. He watched you reach up for plates, standing on your tippy toes to get them; he was ready to turn off the stove to wrap his hands around your waist to lift you up. You looked so at home in his space, he wanted to see you like that for the rest of his life.

You both sat at the large kitchen island, a giant stack of pancakes between you with syrup and fresh berries Bucky had placed on the side. He grinned as you moaned into the first bite, the fluffy goodness melting in your mouth.

“You always make the prettiest sounds doll”

You blushed, thinking about all the ways he effortlessly made you moan. “Only for you”

Bucky used all his restraint to not bend you over the kitchen counter, swallowing his breakfast as fast as possible, ignoring the way his cock throbbed each time your tongue darted across your lips to lick the syrup. You got up to clear the table, stopping as you passed the French doors that lead to the back yard, having missed it when you first came in.

Your breath hitched as you saw the garden; it was a stark contrast to what you expected from Bucky. A long trail from the door lead down to a large fountain, tall beautiful flower bushes and shrubs running along each side of the path. Huge trees shaded the area, the long thick limbs stretching across the yard. Beautifully carved stone benches were placed under the trees; a tall thick hedge surrounded the area like an enchanted forest. You thought you had stepped into a fairytale. Bucky smiled, watching your face light up as you pressed your hands to the glass looking outside.

“Come with me” He took your hand, opening the doors, stepping outside into the cool morning air, leading you down the path to a beautiful willow tree off to the side. His arms wrapped around you as you shivered in the breeze.

“It’s so beautiful” You were in complete awe, loving the way the long branches fell from the tree, secluding you. You heard a rustle nearby; pulling away from Bucky for a moment to see what was moving. You silenced a squeal, seeing a small brown rabbit poke its head from a bush before dashing away.

Bucky could only take so much, his heart racing over the way your eyes lit up for the simplest things, the dimples on your cheeks when you were happy, the way you melted into him when he touched you; you looked like an angel. His pretty angel.

“A bunny!” You whisper shouted, bouncing in place as another hopped from the bush, chasing after its friend.

“It looks like you”

“Like me?”

Bucky nodded, cupping your face, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Small, innocent, adorable, easy to carry”

“Easy to carr-James!”

Before you could finish, he smirked, snaking his hands down your back, gripping the back of your thighs, effortlessly picking you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Your arms hung around his neck, as he kissed your lips, his forehead resting on yours. You felt secure in his arms; his firm grip was always so gentle.

You suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions, your smile falling from your face. You buried your face in his neck, not wanting him to see the tears spill out. It all felt like a fantasy you’d never get to have. It would only be a matter of time before Rumlow would retaliate and everything would be ripped away from your hands. Mere hours ago, he was trying to fuck you in front of the whole club, claim you and mark you as his, it’d only get worse. You came with your own share of baggage you didn’t want to dump on Bucky. Bucky heard your soft sniffles, your hands clutching his back, clinging onto him.

“Y/n? What’s wrong” Bucky set you down, worry etched on his face, his thumbs sweeping across your cheeks to wipe the tears away. He held you as you began to sob, the reality of everything hitting you all at once.

“He’ll take me from you, he’ll come after all of you” Your body trembled, your mind racing over being locked in the house, Rumlow’s paws grabbing you, all of it worse than death. It was also no longer just about you; you would never forgive yourself if something happened to Bucky, Steve or anyone else because of you. “What if he hurts you?”

“Y/n look at me” He firmly held your face in his hands, his blue eyes locking with yours. “I won’t let him hurt you again, I won’t let him come anywhere near you”

“I-I can’t just dump all this shit on you, you have nothing to do with any of this and he’s not going to let this go. I don’t care if he comes for me anymore, I don’t want him to hurt you. Him and his stupid side bitch Walker, they’re both unhinged God I wish they’d blow each other and leave me alone” Bucky couldn’t help the smirk that crept on his lips, watching your sadness turn into anger. His cute little angry bunny. He stroked your hair; the only thing he feared was Rumlow hurting you.

“Doll, you’re not dumping anything. He’s been trying to start a war for years; he would have found a reason one way or another. You have nothing to do with this, you shouldn’t have been sold off to him, he doesn’t deserve you”

You closed your eyes, resting on his chest, his heart beat calming you.

“Stay with me?”

You looked up at him seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes. He only wanted to keep you safe, with no other expectations. Your heart fluttered at the thought, quickly scolding yourself mentally for intruding in his house, turning his life upside down. Bucky sensed your hesitation, desperately hoping you’d say yes.

“Please, I want you to stay with me doll. You’ll have your own space, Steve and Sam already got your room ready, come, I’ll show you” Bucky took your hand, leading you back inside and up the stairs, down the hall to the room that was next to his.

The soft plush carpet warmed your feet as you entered the room gasping. A large bed was in the center with thick soft sheets and a fuzzy grey throw on top. Two stuffed animals were tucked under the sheet, a teddy bear, and a fluffy white wolf. There was a couch off to the side with a coffee table in front of it; a stack of sketch books and pencils were placed on top. You made your way over to the large walk in closet, surprised to find clothes already there. There were a few sun dresses similar to the ones you wore when you first met Bucky. There were also a few comfy lounge clothes tucked on the shelf. A crystal vase was placed on the dresser with a large bouquet of baby pink peonies; a small note had been tied to one of the stems.

You’re safe now

- S.G.R & S.W

You were completely stunned, mouth agape as you looked around the room.

“How did-When did you do all this?”

“I told Steve and Sam to get you some things this morning. I hope its okay, if you don’t like anything I can-

You cut him off, smashing your lips on his, cupping his face, as he moaned, his lips parting, letting your tongue lace over his. He walked you over to the bed without breaking apart; his hands trailed down, snaking up your shirt, pulling you close to him. Your body jolted at the sudden coolness you felt from his metal hand. You fell back onto the soft sheets, pulling him down with you.

“I love it, all of it, it’s perfect. More than perfect. Thank you” You looked to the side, grinning as you saw at the stuffed animals that were tucked under the sheet.

“You said you liked them” Bucky smiled down at you, snorting when you picked up the wolf.

“Sam must have picked that out” You looked at him quizzically as he continued. “The name of my first club; White Wolf”

You giggled, the dimples on your cheeks prominent as you thought about the two beefy men walking down the aisles searching for a stuffed wolf.

“You didn’t have to do all this”

“Doll, I wanted to. You’re welcome stay in my room too; I just want you to have a place where you can have time to yourself”

You nodded, pulling him down for another kiss, spending the rest of the afternoon wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next few days felt like a dream; most of your nights started off in your room but you always found yourself walking over to his office or bedroom, falling asleep in his arms. Every time you felt a moment of peace, your anxiety would grow over why Rumlow hadn’t done anything yet.

***

You were sitting against the headboard of Bucky’s bed, engrossed in a book while he laid his head on your lap. Your fingers grazed his scalp, continuing to scratch up and down his back, earning a deep satisfied moan from him. You smiled, continuing your ministrations as he started to fall asleep, only to be woken up again when there was a harsh knock on the door. Bucky groaned, his eyes remaining shut, knowing only Steve would be at his door at this hour.

“What punk”

“Buck, I need you to come look at this, it’s urgent” Bucky reluctantly followed Steve to the office, very unhappy his cuddle time with you was cut short.

“These were sent to us, no return address. That bitch in heat is stalking her” Steve laid out a thick envelope containing pictures and tapes; dozens of you around Bucky’s room, some of you sleeping, or reading on his bed.

“FUCK” Bucky felt his blood boil, heart racing as he flipped through the pictures and videos all taken from the same vantage point, piecing together than Rumlow managed to plant a bug by paying off (or threatening, let’s be real) someone that cleaned the mansion windows. No one else would have been able to access that area.

Bucky’s voice startled you; you hopped out of his bed, walking into the office. Steve’s jaw clenched, his eyes softening slightly as he saw you. Bucky sat in his chair seething.

“James what’s wrong” You swallowed thickly knowing it’d only be a matter of time before Rumlow broke his silence. Bucky closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“It’s nothing baby, I’ll take care of it, don’t worry”

“It’s Rumlow, isn’t it?” Bucky didn’t say anything but his silence was loud and clear. “What did he do”

“He…” Bucky sighed, not wanting you to worry “Look, I’ll take care of it. Steve is on it” “James please, just tell me what he did”

Bucky got up, taking the stack of images and videos over to you, letting you look through them as you shook your head in disgust.

“Can’t say I’m surprised” You scoffed, playing a video that showed you reading a book tucked in the bed. Bucky was caught off guard by your composed demeanour, he watched carefully as you sat in his chair, deep in thought.

“What are you thinking y/n?” “The pictures and tapes. They’re recent, and Steve hasn’t gone and removed anything right?” Bucky nodded, wondering where you were going with this.

“They’re going to search the whole property before debugging anything”

“So he’s still watching? He can still see everything?’’ Your mind continued to race though your voice was firm, unwavering.

“He can, doesn’t look like he has eyes in every room, just the main one, you can st-”

“No” You shook your head, fire in your eyes as you considered your words before you spoke. “Don’t remove them”

“What?”

“The cameras he managed to put up. I don’t want you to take them down. Yet”

“Why baby-

“I want him to watch” You cut him off, your voice stone cold as you spoke. If he wanted to watch you that badly, so be it. Bitch. Bucky swallowed, his mind clouding as you got up from the chair, a smirk making its way to your lips. You stepped closer to him, your lips brushing with his as you spoke.

“Will you do something for me?” Bucky nodded, his breathes growing heavy with your body was pressed against him. Your lips continued to his ear, whispering.

“Fuck me like you own me”

Part 7

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Pretty Little Thing Part 5

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), Steve, Sam, Peter, x reader (Platonic)

A/N: Here is part 5 (is it really cheating when your husband is an abusive bitch boi?) Bucky is the sweetest, Rumlow is unhinged, but is that really surprising? Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: SMUTTT, ANGST, forced abusive marriage, cheating, swearing, FLUFF Bucky is a sweet heart.

Word count: 2.8k

Part 4 here

Bucky laid on top of you, allowing himself to get lost with your lips, his hands caressing your waist holding you close. You moaned against him, loving the way you felt safe under the weight of his body covering you, protecting you. Your body moved on its own, needing him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist, fingers carding through his hair. Bucky groaned as your kiss got more heated, breaking away for air.

“Y/n…” His voice was raspy, pulling back to look at you, his thumb caressing your cheek softly. You whimpered at the loss of contact, as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Doll, let me take care of you first. I won’t let you go baby, you’re safe here with me” You blinked up at him, confused about what he wanted to do as he got up, chuckling at your adorable lost face. “Wait here, okay?”

He smiled softly, kissing your nose before making his way over to the bathroom, filling the tub up with warm water, adding oils and soaps, allowing the bubbles to rise, nearly spilling over the brim. You sat up on the bed, listening to the water run wondering what Bucky was doing.

“Let’s get you cleaned up babydoll” Bucky carried you over to the bathroom, setting you own on the sink counter; the steam from the water warming the room. Bucky rummaged through the drawers, getting out a soft washcloth and hair brush. He gently detangled your hair, using his fingers to comb through the harsher knots so he wouldn’t hurt you. You looked at the brush quizzically, wondering why he’d have one when he didn’t have particularly long hair. Bucky noticed your shifting, reading your mind as he continued to brush through your hair.

“I used to have long hair, sometimes I grow it out, been a while though”

You giggled, your face flushing imagining how he’d look with longer hair considering he was already gorgeous now. Bucky set the brush down, stepping back so he could leave to give you some privacy and wash off.

“Here, let me know if the waters too warm, I can-”

“Please stay with me?” Your eyes were glassy as you held onto his wrist before he could leave. His heart broke as your body trembled, your grip tightening around him. He moved his hands to cup your face, brushing the tears away. He swallowed thickly, not wanting you to feel like he was taking advantage of you when you were already so vulnerable.

“Doll, are you sure? I’ll be right outside y/n, I won’t go anywhere”

You shook your head, your eyes pleading with him to stay with you. Your shaky fingers fumbled and tugged the straps of the dress, wishing you could burn it off. Without a word, Bucky took your hands in his, placing them in your lap. He untied the knotted straps, allowing the top of the dress to slip off, your bare chest exposed.

Your eyes stung as you felt the weight of your ring on your finger, forever reminding you of where you were trapped, the monster you were tied to. Bucky noticed the tears spill down your cheeks, your eyes locked on your ring. He felt his heart race, jaw clenching, anger clouding his ability to think. He moved to take it off, his eyes meeting with yours as you silently nodded. His metal hand slipped the ring off, crushing it in his fist.

He took your hand, helping you off the counter so you could stand up, tugging the dress down leaving you in just a tiny pair of lace panties. He lifted your face to look at him; his eyes never leaving yours as his thumbs hooked around the lace. Beautiful as you were, Bucky willed himself to take care of you first before admiring you.

“May I?”

You nodded your heart racing as he pulled him off. You looked at the floor, heat spreading through your cheeks, feeling his gaze on you. Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as you stood bare before him, craving to kiss every inch of your skin, run his hands over every curve and dip of your body.

He carried you to the tub, gently lowering you into the warm water, the heat immediately relaxing the tension in your muscles, soothing your skin. Bucky sat at the edge of the tub, squeezing some of the shower gel onto the cloth, lathering it before carefully massaging your neck and shoulders. You felt his movement tense as the makeup washed off, revealing new bruises. His hand cupped your face as he helped you wash the dark makeup off, revealing the beautiful face he first fell in love with. Bare, angelic, pure, you.

“You’re so beautiful” He gazed down at you, placing feather light kisses trailing from your forehead to your lips, continuing along your jaw. You reached up for him, cupping his face to bring him down, lips smashing together, your tongue slipping between his lips showing him how much you needed him without saying anything. He leaned over further, letting his tongue explore your mouth, his hands moving to run his fingers through your hair, cradling your face. He’d never wanted someone this badly. It was so much more than lust; he wanted every part of you.

“I need you” You whispered against his lips, panting as you looked at him, craving to feel all of him; nothing separating you. Bucky let you to rinse off as he grabbed a white warm fluffy towel, wrapping it around you as you stepped out of the tub.

“My angel” He whispered, lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you, laying you back on the bed.

“You’re my angel” You whispered as your hands slipped under his shirt feeling his warm skin and muscles tense under your touch. You needed more, needed to feel his bare skin on yours, tugging at his shirt. Bucky sat back on his heels, slipping it off as you gasped; his body beautifully sculpted with muscle and black ink, each piece representing a part of his life.

Your fingers traced over the tattoos, admiring how it contrasted beautifully against him, each one so intricately done. Bucky smirked as your eyes trailed up and down his body, loving how soft your hands felt against him.

“You like what you see babydoll?” You giggled, nodding, giving him grabby hands to come down to you again. Bucky lay down beside you, his finger tracing down from your nose, lips, continuing down your chin and neck, stopping where your towel was still tied. You placed your hand on top of his, pulling it off, the cool air on your skin making you shiver, your chest rising with heavy breaths as his eyes trailed down your body.

Bucky pulled you close to him, his hands rubbing down your back, over your ass and down the back of your thighs. You hooked your leg over him feeling his hard length press against your core, gasping at his size. His cock strained against the fabric, pre-cum already leaking desperately needing to be inside you.

Your hand caressed his face as he pressed a kiss onto your palm; you slid your hand down the hard planes of his body, the warmth of his skin made you whimper with his bare chest pressed against yours, your hands stopping at the waistband of his pants.

“Tell me what you want angel” He gazed at you, his cock stirred holding you close to him; still in disbelief you were right there in his room, in his arms.

“I want you, James please make it go away” You wanted to forget the way Rumlow’s hands felt on your skin, replace every single one of his touches with Bucky’s. You wanted Bucky to have you in a way that man never could, touch you in places he could only dream of. “Please” You tugged at the waistband, needing him closer than ever.

Bucky got up, slipping his pants and boxers off, letting his cock spring free, the tip already swollen and glistening with his arousal. Your stomach clenched over the way his long thick length curved towards his stomach as he stroked himself, his breaths growing heavy as he saw your slick pooling around you.

He moved to lay on top of you between your legs, his hard cock resting right against your soaked core, rutting against you, groaning as your legs spread further apart to give him more access. Bucky’s hands trailed down, pinching your nipples, continuing down to run his fingers through your folds. You bit your lip as he circled your clit, desperately trying to silence your moans, his fingers expertly moving in a tandem, already working you towards your high. He continued to trail his fingers down, slipping his thick finger into your entrance, groaning at the feeling of your fluttering walls, the sounds of your dripping arousal making his cock throb. You whined, needing him closer, to feel him.

“I-I want to feel you, I need you” Your hand moved down to pull his fingers away, pressing your core right on his cock. Bucky hissed, the tip of his cock right at your entrance, your arousal dripping out of you.

“Are you sure babydoll?” Bucky rubbed his cock through your folds, gazing into your eyes, groaning as you whimpered at the feeling.

“Please” You voice was hardly above a whisper.

He started to slowly push his cock into you, both of you gasping as he stretched you, ruining you for anyone else. You felt every vein and ridge of his cock as he stilled, allowing your body to adjust to his size as your hands explored each other with soft caresses. His lips brushed over your neck, softly kissing the marks that littered your skin as you buried your face into his shoulder muffling your moans.

As you felt the burn begin to melt, Bucky closed his eyes, resting his forehead onto yours, his cock already leaking; you were so warm, wrapped around him, so fucking tight. He never thought he’d get a chance to have you like this, in his bed spread out for him, nothing separating you. Your hands held his face, nuzzling your nose against his, pulling him down for another desperate kiss swallowing his moans as he laced his hands with yours, pinning you on the bed.

“I never want to let you go angel” His eyes were dark, pupils blown as he gently squeezed your hands in his. His balls already felt heavy, he was ready to fill you til you made a mess all over the sheets.

“Don’t let me go James”

Bucky rocked his hips into you, his pace gentle and slow. He wanted you to feel him, feel safe, feel secure. He wanted you to feel love without words. Every whimper that fell from your lips was music to his ears, he wanted more.

“Don’t hold back babydoll. Let me hear you” he groaned, desperate for your voice, to hear how good he made you feel. His pace sped up making your eyes roll back, your walls squeezing and clenching around his cock.

“Jamess” You moaned out for him, your head pushing back against the pillows, his swollen tip hitting the exact spot that made you gush around him, the salacious sounds of his balls slapping against you pushed you closer to the edge. His grunts made you squeeze around him, pre-cum dripping into your already soaked needy pussy.

“God just like that y/n, say my name baby, can feel you soaking me, squeeze my cock baby, fuck you’re so tight” Bucky sped up his thrusts, his sensitive cock ready to bust in you, leaking and throbbing.

“Fuck me, harder James, right there baby, harder” You whined under him as his fucked into you, his hips snapping against you, grazing on your throbbing clit moaning as the tip of his cock bruised your cervix. His hand let go of yours to trail down rubbing your clit in slow circles moaning at the way your lips parted, crying out for more, your eyes locked with his.

“Look at you baby, you look so gorgeous like this, taking my cock so well my pretty angel, fuck you feel. So. Fucking. Good” His fingers worked faster as you clung onto him, looking at where you connected, pulling his cock in.

“Please baby, need it, don’t stop” Your walls fluttered around him, right on the brink of your orgasm.

“Y/n, babydoll, can feel you squeezing me, milk my cock baby, need you so bad, need you to cum angel” He bit down onto your shoulders, his moans getting louder as he felt his cock swell, your arousal making a mess all over him.

“Jamess, f-fuck I-, I- need-” You struggled to get words out, your orgasm right on edge. Your legs wrapped around him, desperate to feel him deeper; your walls fluttered around him, making it harder to him to move. Bucky whined, his cock leaking, struggling not to spill into you.

“I know baby, let go, I’m right there with you, let go angel, fuck make a mess on my cock babydoll, make a mess all over me” He picked his pace up, his hands holding onto your hips, as he pushed you over the edge, his cock throbbing “Cum for me angel, cum for me, let go baby”

“FUCK JAMES” Your legs tightened around his waist as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy clenching and fluttering causing Bucky sob, gripping onto the headboard, holding off his orgasm so he could fuck you through your high. Your nails dug into his back, crying out as he continued to pound you into the mattress, chasing his release.

“Fuck y/n, m’gonna cum baby,” Bucky pulled away trying to pull out as you locked your ankles around his waist, needing to feel him fill you. “Angel, can’t hold it baby, fuck I can’t hold it, need to pull out” Buckys pace didn’t falter, his orgasm right on edge, he wanted to cum in you so badly, his cock already dribbling into you. You could feel his cock throb, stretching you more his orgasm approached, the sensitive tip swollen.

“Cum in me baby, please James, need you” You clung onto him, eyes locked as you begged for him to fill you, claim you. His heart raced, the sweet sounds of your begging going straight to his cock, he didn’t have to be told twice.

“You want it baby? Take it angel, fuck take it, FUCK I’m cumming, m’cumming” Bucky’s hips slowed, grinding his cock into you, spilling loads of his hot cum, filling you. “You feel so good baby, so fucking good” He continued to gently rock his hips into you, your mixed arousal soaking the sheets as you whimpered under him, your body still convulsing as he stilled.

Bucky hissed as he slowly pulled out of you, sitting up to grab a towel to clean you up. “I’ll be back in a minute princess”

You pouted at him, shivering at the loss of his body heat on top of you. Bucky chuckled at your unhappy expression, nipping your lips as you giggled. He came back with a warm wash cloth, gently gliding across your skin, careful not to put too much pressure where you were still sensitive.

Bucky rested on top of you, his forehead against yours, kissing your lips softly, pulling the covers over both of you. Your arms wrapped around him, fighting the waves of sleep that began to wash over you, fearing that if you closed your eyes, you’d wake up and this would be a dream.

“James?” “What is it baby, are you oaky, did I hurt you?” Bucky immediately pulled back to look at you as you shook your head. Your hand cupped his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Thank you. For taking care of me. I like- I- I want..” you struggled to get the words out, Buckys lips silencing you with a kiss. He never wanted to let you go. You pressed a soft kiss onto his forehead, nose then lips as he smiled, his arms wrapping around you. Bucky pulled you to lie on his chest, the warmth of his arms and the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.

“You deserve all this and more y/n. You’re mine angel, all mine”

Bucky’s Office

Sam, Peter and Thor sat around the office, as Steve paced around, worried about you and worried about the lengths Rumlow would go to, to get you back.

“What you thinking Steve” Sam already knew what Steve was thinking about; he’d already started preparing for the war that was brewing; his favourite M16 affectionately named red wing already locked and loaded.

“Rumlow. He’s not just going to let her go. This isn’t over”

The men nodded, snickering as your voice moaning for Bucky traveled down the hall. Steve shook his head, getting up to close the door. He get going to get Bucky neutered after all this was over.

“Mr. Rogers, what’s tha-

“Cover your ears kid”

Hospital

“Sir, I’m afraid you ca-

Rumlow shoved the doctor off, staggering his way towards the hospital exit doors. He was going to have you even if it meant locking you in your room for the rest of your life, killing you would be too easy. That would give you what you wanted. Freedom from him.

“Where to boss? Last we saw, Rogers took her, most likely took her to Barnes” Walker started the car, wincing seeing Rumlow’s nearly unrecognizable bloody stitched up face. Rumlows hand gripped on the gun he had tucked away, smashing it through the car window as he imagined the way you’d looked at Bucky, your soft doe eyes begging for him to take you.

“Home. This isn’t over”

Part 6

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