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The Happy Couple 6
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
I make no promise and am just following a whim.
Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)
Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.
Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️
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"Get out, sweetheart," Bucky rests his hand on the car door, his other on his belt.
"You can't," you whine, "please…"
"Baby, I thought you understood–"
"Oh my god," your eyes are bleary as tears prick, "no, please," you cling to the seat as he grabs your other arm, his men swarming behind him in endless activity, "I can't– my father–"
"Get out of this car right now, princess, or I'll be happy to help you out."
"No," you snarl as your disbelieving grief spikes to hot fury, "no! You're despicable! A monster–"
"Your puppy dog face and tantrums aren't going to work on me," he huffs and bends, grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging you out of the car, "you better clean up your act fast."
You stumble in your heels and fall against him. You pull your hands away from his chest and hit hit, "no! I won't behave! I won't! You lied to me– aah!"
You squeal as he lifts you suddenly, hauling you over his shoulder as you squirm and kick. Cool air flows up your skirt and tickles across your bare ass. You whimper and claw at the back of Bucky’s jacket.
"I gave you a chance to be good," he curls an arm around your legs and his other hand crawls higher, feeling along your smooth skin, "don't worry, I got a thing for taming the stubborn ones."
"Ew, get– let me go!"
"Where you gonna go, princess?" He climbs the steps to the front door, a man standing watch outside, "all your daddy's men who didn't flip got the same treatment he did."
"But–" you tug at the bottom of his jacket futilely, "why– what about me?"
He crosses the entryway and climbs the left arm of the double stairway. You jostle with his motion, your head pooling and pulsing with the rush of blood.
"I told you already. You're mine and I'll take care of you," he slaps your ass as your skirt rumbles above, offering a generous view of everything, "one way or the other."
He takes you past your bedroom and into the master, your father's room. He carries you to the bed and throws you down. You bounce and bite your tongue as you tug your skirt down to hide your naked pelvis.
"So, I'm gonna ask you one last time and I want you to think about it because this isn't something I usually ask. Let alone twice. Do we do this the hard way," he shuts the door, keeping his hand on the handle as he turns back to glance at you, "or the…harder way?"
You push yourself to the edge of the bed and pout, "Bucky, please, I'm so scared–"
"Ah, don't you try that with me," he wags his finger at you as he comes near, "I've seen it before, remember? 'Oh, daddy, please, you don't understand. I need this purse! Please can't I have your credit card?'" He mimics in an exaggerated cadence, "I got no problem with you calling me daddy but you won't play me like him," he grabs your chin and forces your head up, "got it?"
You push your bottom lip out and bat your lashes, "Bucky…"
"Shhh," he hushes you as he drags his thumb up to your lower lip, "you're only making me harder."
He pokes his thumb into your mouth and hums. He pushes down on your tongue as you stare up at him. He only wanted to get you out of the house so he could tear apart your life. It's all a trick.
You bite down on his knuckle and he yowls as he rips his hand away from you. He shakes his fingers and curses as you stand and clack on your heels around him. You hurry as fast as you can for the door but your Louboutins make each step a task.
He catches you around the waist and lifts you off your feet. He flings you around and you land once more on the bed, nearly bouncing back off. You're left dizzy by the motion and sit up quivering to face him.
"Oh, princess, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he unbuckles his belt and pulls it free of his pants. He folds it and snaps it between his hands, "show me that precious little ass and I'll try not to make it bleed."
"No!" You lean back on your elbows and kick out, your shoe jabbing his side. You roll over and fall off the bed, kicking free of your clunky heels.
He coughs and snarls, "you little– you're asking for it."
You turn on your knees and grab your stiletto, "leave me alone!"
You whip the shoe at him and he barely blocks it as it nearly pings off his head, "hey!" He points at you again, "settle down!"
"No, I'm not listening to you! You're just a liar!" You get to your feet, your other heel in hand, "I'm not your princess."
"You're a spoiled fucking brat," he slaps the belt against his hand as he closes in.
"No, you!" You swing and catches the heel of the shoe before it can meet his chest. He snaps off the red stiletto and you cry out, "hey! That's designer!" You swing again with the amputated sole, "how–" you hit his hand, "dare–" you hit his forearm, –you!"
He sweeps your strike away and throws out the belt like a lasso, tugging it down as it hits your head, and tightens it to the buckle. You gasp and grab the leather as it draws your fingers tight to your neck. He jerks you forward. You stumble and flail out as you collide with him.
He yanks on the belt and forces your head up. You whimper and your fingers tingle numbly as the leather digs into your neck. He smirks and snarls down at you, "this is going to be fun, baby. You just made damn sure of that."
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geminigengar · 1 year
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y/n in the avengers gc: everybody shut up this is a girlies of colour moment
steve: girlies of colour?
sam: aht aht! not you
bucky: what does that even mean
nat: it means ur white, james
rhodey: damn yall still talkin?
clint: its a free country
sam: its not a free group chat
y/n: show of hands gets to talk, raise ur hand if u dont burn in the sun
y/n: (🙋🏼/🙋🏽/🙋🏾/🙋🏿)
sam: 🙋🏾
rhodey: 🙋🏿
y/n: period. as i was fuckin saying-
thor: 🙋🏻
y/n: thor no
thor: i do not burn in the sun of midgard. :D
sam: goddamn it
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I think it's funny that when Peggy runs out to save someone from her past who is brainwashed and does everything to make sure he's not a monster, it's a romance, but when Steve does the SAME thing, it's not.
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hertzwritings · 2 years
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Animal I’ve become
A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.  
Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you whatever you want!
I love y’all so much. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (min in particular) and my requests and askbox are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none. At all.
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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader
Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more  
W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)
 Animal I’ve become
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He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.
In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.
It wasn’t just any friend’s daughter, it was Bucky’s. Steve knew that Bucky would take several bullets for him – and likewise – and the idea of Steve thirsting after his daughter was all in all pretty bad. At first, he didn’t think much off her. She was, after all, still a kid in his eyes. A pretty one, yeah, sure, but she was young and innocent, and he saw her more and more – completely by happenstance, of course. He wasn’t being a weirdo, he just liked hanging out at Bucky’s place. Besides, they had always been close, and after Steve had introduced Bucky to Loes, it was kind of a given that Steve was just there.  
Steve saw Y/N grow up, go through life and, of course, saw an array of boyfriends coming and going, and something in him stirred. Bucky, Tony and Sam were his guys, his team, and he had known Y/N since she was brought into the world, but now? Oh, he felt something about her – she was kind, sweet and he felt comfortable in her company. In a very normal, non-romantic, or sexual way, of course. It just kind of spiraled from there, really. They had a kind of jovial and carefree relationship, before they were sent out again. He didn’t think too much about it when she hugged him goodbye, but in some way the scent of her perfume stuck in his nose. Then the letters started on their last mission. Bucky got one, and then Steve got one. The slanted handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but Bucky lit up in a grin, the desert heat already made his nose redder than a tomato. “She sent you one, huh?” He asked, waving his own letter. Steve swallowed thickly. “She only sends those to the ones, she likes. Sam, the bastard, never gets one.” Bucky laughed, when Sam shouted from a little ways away. “I’m still her favorite.” Steve didn’t mind their conversation at all, too focused on her handwriting and the news she brought from home. She told him the results of the recent game (Steve, I wish I understood what’s so fun about watching grown men run around, carrying an elongated ball) and her recent problems with her history teacher (honestly, he’s a dick. I know more about WW2 than he does), and he responded pretty quickly after that. Then it just became a monthly thing and had been ever since. He kept all the letters in his bait-box. When he visited for thanksgiving, he almost fell to his ass, when she greeted him. She had grown up. In a way, that made every cell in his body scream for him to just fucking take her, damned the consequences. He willed himself to contain the thoughts about burying himself deeply inside of her, and ever since then, Steve had a mighty hard time controlling himself around her.
It didn’t help that he moved onto the same street as Bucky, Loes and Y/N, when a house was up for rent and Loes innocently said it would do Steve good to get out of the city. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t do Steve any good moving closer to a very dangerous, off-limits and tabooed object of his desires.
When he - by complete accident – one late night saw Y/N fucking a lanky boy in a car with the windows slightly fogged up, he almost lost himself completely. The image of her bouncing on a cock, her eyes closed and her nipples pert, got him through many nights, and it made it hard for him to look her in the eyes.
And now, he was here, in front of their door on the way to Bucky’s birthday-party, that he insisted he held, despite hating birthdays (although Steve was sure it was Loes’ doing, because it meant baking for the boys, and that was always fun). And Y/N was going to be here.
Before he could do something stupid like turn around and go back home to sulk, the door opened to a smiling Y/N, and Steve had to remind himself that he was – theoretically – a good man, who would not do anything with Y/N, because she looked like a damn vision. She was wearing a dress, that made every single curve stand out. The white stood out against her skin and made him want to lick it, and she smelled like roses and summer. She was seriously dangerous. “Steve!” She hugged him, and he tensed for a brief moment, but didn’t have time to relax into the hug before she let go of him again. The scent of her shampoo clung to him. “Come on, they’re all in the yard. Don’t ask me why Uncle Tony and uncle Sam are wrestling, I don’t know.” He followed her and tried his hardest to look everywhere but her ass, which proved to be harder than he thought, when she dropped her phone and bent down to pick it up. That dress was dangerously short, and it would require nothing more than a gust of wind, to expose her fully. He bit back a groan. “Listen, I don’t know how long I’m staying…” He trailed off when she stilled, turned to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the office – the door closest to them – and shut the door behind her. He swallowed thickly. “Steve, listen…” She sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been off for a while. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, because you’re never here anymore and when you are, you leave so quickly.” She bit her lip. “Anyway, if it’s something I did, I’m sorry. Really. Don’t worry, I’m staying out of your way today, I’m on maid-duty.” She chuckled a little at that. “Oh, I, uhm…” How was he supposed to tell her that he saw her get railed hard in a car, by someone who clearly didn’t give her what she wanted, and the reason he wasn’t around, was because he was constantly imagining himself fucking her until she couldn’t see straight? “I, you didn’t really… You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve just been in my head.” She nodded but didn’t look like she believe him at all. “Alright.” She sounded unconvinced, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. “Well, then…” She opened the door and smiled at him. “Have fun.”
 He loathed himself right now. Absolutely. He was barely paying attention to his friends, laughing and drinking – Sam had sent him a few strange looks, because Steve was normally a talkative guy, but at this moment, he couldn’t stop looking towards the house. It was a mess. The few glimpses of Y/N in the kitchen were sending jolts of energy through him, and even though he absolutely hated himself for it, his cock stirred with every new glimpse.
“Steve, what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, nudging his shoulder and handed him a fresh beer. “Not… Don’t worry about it, man, I’m doing good.” “Nah, Stevie has serious girl-troubles.” Steve almost choked on his beer and shot a pointed look towards Tony, who was grinning wildly at him. He had somehow managed to figure out that Steve was in turmoil, but not with who. “Oh, seriously? You’ve been out of the game since she who must not be named.” Sam piped up. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m not going to do anything about it, boys.” And he meant it. In his dreams, maybe, but he was not going to actually pursue her. “Why?” Bucky asked, settling down in the lawn chair next to him. Steve sighed. “She’s… She’s young.” “Oh?” Bucky leaned forward. “Young as in… Like thirty? Or young as in underage?” “Bro, Steve wouldn’t fuck around with a minor.” Sam whacked Bucky across the back of his head. “She’s mid-twenties.” He didn’t want to say more about it. “Well, that’s not half bad.” “Bad enough.” Steve took a gulp of his beer. Sam was getting glossy-eyed and spilled a little of his beer down his shirt. “I say… hick… Go for it.” Steve rolled his eyes. If only Bucky knew who Steve had his eyes on, because then he would not be telling him to go for it. He’d probably pull Steve’s arms off and stuff them up his ass. “Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, and Steve’s heart almost fell out of his ass. Sam’s eyes shot from Steve to the window, where Y/N was visible through. “Sam, a word?” He spat out, praying to any God in existence that Sam could keep his damn, drunk mouth shut. He didn’t give Sam time to answer but pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a far-off corner of the yard.
“Dude.” Sam whispered. “Sam…” “You’re pining after Y/N?? The girl, you’ve known since she was a literal baby?” Sam spat. “I’m not…” “You’re sick. That’s sick. I’m going to be sick.” Sam frowned. “She used to call you uncle, dude.” “I know, Sam. Why do you think I’m staying away from her?” He groaned. “I’m trying my best here.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what happened, seriously, and I’m keeping myself in check.” “Bro…” Sam looked at him with a small frown. “You need to seriously reconsider your position here. Buck’s going to flay you.” “… If he finds out.” “Don’t do that. Don’t leave a window open.” Sam snapped. “Get yourself under control, find someone your own age.” “Trying, Sam.” Steve mumbled and looked to the Bucky and Tony, who were singing loudly along to Barbie Girl. Sam sighed and clapped Steve’s shoulder before leaving Steve to himself.
It took him a solid ten minutes to start moving towards the guys again, but he was stopped halfway there by a voice. “Steve!” Loes poked her head out of the kitchen window. “Steve, I need your help, please!” He walked the distance in a few strides and met Loes with a smile. “What’s up?” “You’re not drunk, are you?” “Slightly.” She cocked an eyebrow. “On a scale from me to Tony, how drunk are you?” Steve turned to look at Tony, who was currently trying to give a very disgruntled Sam a lap-dance to the wonderful sounds of Simple Man. Weird choice. “Okay, maybe more in your area.” “Great, can we borrow you for a few minutes?” She asked. “Sure.” He went inside and frowned slightly at the look in Loes eyes. She looked like she was brewing a plan, and that look never made him feel good. The last time she wore that look, he ended up in a corset, at a karaoke-bar and a blind date. “So… You know we’re trying to make Y/N’s old room into a library, right?” Yes…?” She looked up the stairs. “Well, we’ve hit a standstill. And you’re pretty strong…” “Oh no, am I building something? It’s Buck’s birthday.” “Not building, just holding. Please, I promised I’d bring out eclairs.” She pouted and he groaned. “Fine. I just...?” He pointed up the stairs and she nodded. “You’re golden. Thank you! Y/N is up there, it won’t take a long time, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah, the last time you said that I had to wait three hours for you and Bucky to leave the bedroom.” She just winked at him.
 “Y/N, I’m…” He trailed off when he saw her. It was entirely unfair. She had swapped her dress for a pair of loose, short shorts and a tank top that hid absolutely nothing. “Oh, thank God. Can you come here?” When he could finally see anything but her body, he noticed her arms quivering under the wait of the bookshelf she was holding up. “I was trying to screw this hole, but it just won’t go in from this direction, and Lo had to help dad…” He swallowed thickly at her doubled words. “Uh… Yeah, I’m, uh… Where do you want me?” She shimmied a little, but couldn’t let go of the bookshelf, so he moved to stand behind her and prop the damn thing up, so she could reach whatever hole she needed. Her old bed was still in here, and the room was pretty much in disarray beyond that – boxes and things were littered around the room, and it looked like a bigger project than he had expected such a small room to be. “Alright, I got it.” He mumbled, trying not to focused too much on how close she was to him. “Thank you, okay, I just need…” and then she bent over, pushing her ass against his groin. Fuck. He did his best to contain it, but when she shuffled on her feet, it moved against him, and a groan slipped past him. “Sorry, did I hit you with the screwdriver?” She asked, looking back at him. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That was not what he needed to see right now. Lewd images ran across his brain and imprinted themselves. “No, I just… Please, for the love of God, finish this or stop moving so damn much.” And with that, his cock twitched against his jeans. He had a small hope that she didn’t notice, but she shot up and turned to face him. “Are you… Hard?” she whispered. Her eyes flickered down and back to his face. “Oh.” “Well… You were… And you’re wearing… Just, let’s get this done, please?” His face felt warm. “But… Why?” She asked innocently, but something in her eyes shined. It was this fucking magnetic pull, and they were both completely lost to it. She inched a little closer. “Don’t do this.” He pleaded. “Seriously, I’ve been having a hard enough time just being near you, I can’t fucking do this.” “Do what?” she bit her damned lip, and he lost control, pushing the bookshelf to stand and wrapped his arms around her waist in a single move, before lifting her from the ground and pushed her against the closed door. “Do you have any fucking idea, what you do to me? Watching those boys come in and out of your house, sometimes your window, knowing what you did?” She swallowed thickly and her legs wrapped around him. “Oh? What, Steve, you want to be the one coming in and out of my window at night?” She didn’t even question how he knew it. “I shouldn’t.” “That’s not an answer.” “Y/N, what the…” He gently put her down on the ground and backed away. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was hard thinking straight. “We can’t be doing this. You shouldn’t want to do this.” He said softly. “What if I do, huh?” She asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want you.” “I’m double your age. I…” “If you’re going to say that you are old enough to be my dad, I’m going to smack you. That’s a cliché.” He rolled his eyes. “Cliché or not, it’s the truth.” “Have you considered the fact that I’m actually a legal adult?” She stepped closer again and he stepped back, his calves hitting her bed. “Listen, if my dad can find someone half his age, what’s the problem of me doing it the other way around?” “The problem is that Buck is like family. You’re family, okay? This is so wrong, I should go.” He sidestepped, but stopped dead in his tracks when she whined, and he turned to face her. “Please, don’t go, Steve…” She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Don’t give me that fucking look.” “What look?” She asked, licking her lips. “Like you want to have my cock in your mouth.” “Maybe I do.” She whispered back, and he was going to hell, because he could not stop looking at the goddamned strap on her shoulder, that was slowly inching down her shoulder. “Baby, you need to stop right now.” “Why?” His eyes moved to her face, and his willpower was fading quickly. “Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “I’d prefer your worst.” Well, then.
He was on her in seconds, his fingers wrapping around the strap of her top; her lips were so fucking close, so close, that he could practically taste them. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re asking.” “I think I do.” Her fingers drew lines on his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Yeah? What are you asking?” He was treading dangerous waters, and he knew it. If Bucky found out, he was a dead man. “I’m asking you to fuck me, Steve.” She was looking into his eyes without abandon. Well, if he was going to hell, he might as well have fun on the way.
His lips found hers and it was electrifying. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body practically melting into him. His fingers were burning imprints into her skin, where the tank top had risen a little, and the feeling of her skin against him, almost made him lose control completely.
It wasn’t until her hand moved between their bodies, inching down to his hard cock, straining against his jeans, that he realized what he was doing. He pulled away with a choked gasp, as if it caused him physical pain to do – which, to be fair, it almost did – and held her at arm’s length, panting. Her eyes were darkened and hooded with lust. “What, Steve?” “I… We can’t be doing this. We shouldn’t, I… I, uh, fuck… I should go.” He gulped. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Steve… You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” She asked, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. “We can’t, Y/N. I… This is so fucking wrong, you have no idea.” “I have a very clear idea, actually. You’re not the only one with shit on the line here.” “Y/N…” She slowly moved closer to him, and he didn’t have the willpower to draw back again. “Steve… Tell me right now that you haven’t thought about it.” She stepped close enough for their chests to touch and her fingers found some of the hair in the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me. I know you saw me that night with Adam in the car, didn’t you?” He swallowed thickly. “Did you go home and think of me? Think of filling my tight, little pussy with your cock?” She whispered. He was uncomfortably hard. “Taking me and showing me how a real man feels?” He nodded. “I’ve watched you too, you know. Whenever you had dates over… I’ve heard them scream your name and walk out on shaky legs.” She swallowed thickly. “So…. Tell me right now, that you don’t want me, that you’ve never wanted me, and I’ll stop.” “I can’t.” “Then stop thinking and do it.” Her lips found his again, and he lost it. There wasn’t any way on this earth, that he’d be able to run back from her, turn from this. “Fuck, we gotta be quiet and fast, got it?” He mumbled, lifting her, and pushing her onto the bed. “Yeah.” She was not really here to talk but busied herself pulling her clothes off. “Fucking hell, Y/N…” He practically moaned as she stripped, throwing her clothes to the floor. “Why are you still dressed?” She asked, now fully naked. He couldn’t think – her body was everything, all he could see and think about. Her body was perfection to him. He snapped out of it when she chuckled a little, and he stripped down faster than anything he had ever done, his cock bouncing slightly when his boxers fell. She licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on his hard, throbbing cock. “Steve, get over here right now.” “Little girl, don’t start bossing me around now.” He said with a smirk, watching her chest heaving. She whimpered when he slowly crawled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. “You’re going to behave, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me?” Where the confidence came from, he didn’t know, but the way she reacted was more than enough for him to keep going. She whined and rolled her hips, her fingers grabbing a tight hold on the back of his neck. “Kiss me.” She tried pulling him to her lips, but he tutted. “Ask nicely, baby.” He let his fingers wander to her inner thigh, dragging against them with slight pressure; it was enough for her to gasp, and he inched higher, chuckling darkly when he reached her core. “Oh, baby, so wet already, huh?” He hissed when his fingers made contact with her soaking folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Want me in you, baby?” he asked as his fingers slowly sunk into her; he was a knuckle deep with two fingers, and she was already squirming around him, her breathing shallow and small whimpers falling from her lips. “Please… Oh my God, please, I’m… Fuck!” He chuckled again, slowly moving in and out of her. “What do you want, baby?” he asked. He knew he was torturing her, and he was probably dragging this out for way too long, considering where they were, but it was so fucking good to feel her like this. “Just… Fuck me!” She whimpered again and he felt her tighten around his fingers. “Baby, I need to warm you up first, I can’t…” She moaned when his fingers twisted. “I don’t care, just take me, please!” “Baby…” She whimpered again and it was truly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. “Fuck, okay… Hold your hand out.” She looked at him questioningly and he removed his fingers and slapped her across the face. The sound that came from her would in normal circumstances be enough to make him cum right then and there. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, when she found her voice, and held her hand out, palm up, to him. He spat into it, and she shuddered in pleasure as it hit her palm. He would store that for later. “Grab my cock, baby girl. Stroke me nice and slow for a minute.” She nodded and he shuffled around, so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs, her soaking pussy hitting the skin – she moaned and rolled her hips, pressing down against his thigh as her wet palm connected with his throbbing cock, holding it tightly and began to stroke it, while she grinded against his thigh. “Oh, my baby likes to ride my thigh, huh? Want to… Fuck…” She tightened her grip and began to twist her hand slowly, as she moved her small hand up and down. “Want to cum on my thigh, baby?” He grunted and tensed his leg, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh my God, yes… Fuck, you’re so big, holy shit…” she moved faster, her hips snapping to relieve some of the ache, soaking his leg with her wetness, pumping his cock as fast as she could. She moaned and her hips stuttered in their movements for a breath, before she gasped and ground down hard, stopping her movements with her hand. She was shaking, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her back and forth on his thigh to let her ride it out. She was moaning loudly, and he removed his right hand from her hip to clasp it over her mouth. “Stay fucking quiet, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full, you won’t be talking for days.” He threatened and felt her lips turn up in a smile. “Oh, you’re a fucking slut, baby.” His grip on her tightened and removed his hand from her lips slowly, grabbing her hips again and slowly guided her to his hard cock – it was leaking precum and the thought of pumping her full, fucking breeding her, make everyone see who she belonged to, flashed before him and it broke him. With a roar, he flipped them and lined himself up with her dripping pussy, stopping right before he entered her completely. “You sure about this? If we do this, there’s no going back.” She rolled her eyes, that fucking brat, and smirked up at him. “Baby, if you don’t get inside me, I’ll scream so loud, my dad…” She cut off with a loud moan when he entered her in one fell, thrust.
It was fucking heaven to be inside of her. She was so tight and wet, he was close to shooting his load right then and there, and he had to contain himself from just fucking her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to use her legs. “Steve…” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer. “I’m not going to break. Just fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled out, almost all the way, before snapping his hips and burying himself deeply inside of her. She screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and began fucking her relentlessly. If he thought it felt good to be inside of her with his fingers, this was heaven. She was tight, wet, and warm, and his cock dragged against her walls perfectly – her body shivered, and she clenched slightly around him as he sped up his movements and she moaned behind his hand. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby… You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” She nodded furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “I’ve wanted to be buried in you for years, Y/N… Fuck…” He moaned as well and bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud. He felt her twitch and clench around his cock, and he grinned down at her. “Oh, is my good, little slut going to cum, huh? You think you can keep quiet, baby? I need you to… shit… Fuck, I need to feel you cum around me, make a mess out of me, baby…” She moaned behind his hand again, and despite his better judgement, he removed the hand, holding her hips and angling himself deeper. She whimpered and a string of moans mixed with his name fell from her lips before her head lolled back and her jaw went slack. He spat in her mouth, and she whined in pleasure and came so fucking hard, he could practically feel her vibrating. “Atta girl…” He mumbled and kissed, licked, and bit down on her exposed neck. She was clenching him so hard, he could barely move, and he felt her gush wetness around him. “Fuck, that’s so hot… Shit, look at you, baby… Look at how well you’re taking me…” He grunted and let her ride it out, before he stilled and flipped them over, so she was straddling him – her nails dug into his chest, leaving indents from her nails on his skin. “Take what you want, Y/N.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, slowly beginning to move her hips; she was moving in circles for a little bit, and then began bouncing on his cock – it felt entirely too good like this. “Shit, baby…” He moaned. “You’re going to make me cum like this…” Her hips stuttered for a moment, before she sped up and he let his hands rest on her hips. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill you… Pump you full of my cum, breed you?” She cursed and moaned, and he began to furiously move her hips – she barely weighed anything to him, and he easily moved her up and down his cock, chasing his high as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. “Let the world see who you belong to?” He mumbled, freeing a hand to play with her nipples. She moaned loudly and wetness gushed around him, the sounds of her wet folds meeting his skin filling them room and his ears; it was the single most amazing sound, he had ever heard. “Yes… St-Steve, yes! Fucking…” She moaned. “Use me… U-use me like your litt… Little fuckdoll… Please, fill me… I want you to f-fill me, please…” She mumbled and he felt her clench again. He should care if she was on birth control, he should care that he was fucking his best friend’s daughter in their house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Good girl, cum with me…” He mumbled and placed his feet firmly on the mattress to gain more leverage. He was close too, and when he sped up, holding her firmly in place with his hands, she screamed soundlessly and came wildly around him; her pussy clenched him and held him deeply, milking him for all he had. He came with a roar, pumping rope after rope of his hot cum inside of her, painting her walls white. He could feel it drip out along the side of his cock and he almost came again just by the thought of it. “Fuck, baby…” He finally spoke after a few minutes. She had folded over him, her face resting against his shoulder, her perked nipples brushing his naked chest every time she breathed. “Fuck indeed.” She whispered. He gently moved her off of him – they both hissed when he slipped out of her – and laid her down next to him, holding her tightly. “Steve…” She mumbled his name while her fingers drew circles on his chest. “I meant it. I’ve wanted this for a while.” “I know, baby. You didn’t think you were a good enough actor as a teen to hide your crush on me, did you?” He felt her cheeks heat up. “I knew, honey.” “So… What now?” She asked. “Now?” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I get dressed, I go say goodbye to your drunk father and your sweetheart of a stepmother, and leave.” “But…” He shushed her when she began protesting. “Let me finish.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll drive around the corner and wait. You’re going to say goodbye to your family and kiss them on the cheek with that filthy mouth of yours, and then you’ll come to meet me.” He lifted her face by her chin. She whimpered a little. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, get on the back of my motorcycle and come home with me.” “Oh, am I?” “Yes, you are. You’re going to let me eat you out until you can’t fucking speak, and then I want to see what your mouth can do.” He kissed her lazily. “And then… I want to use you until the sun comes up, mark you up. Make sure nobody tries anything with my girl.” “What about my dad?” He sighed. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” She nodded. “Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion that Loes might already know. She gave me the Look.” “Oh… Yeah, no, she knows then.” He laughed and get up to get dressed.
When he was fully dressed, he leaned back down over her and kissed her deeply. “I’m expecting you on the corner of the street in exactly 20 minutes, got it?” She grinned. “Got it, captain.”
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A Slave for You
Chapter 1
Pairings: Mafia Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character
Warnings: Dark Bucky Barnes, Mature, SMUT, Dom/Sub, Slavery, Gun Violence, Adult Themes, Dubcon, Kidnap, Captive, Master/Slave, Punishment, Manipulation, Controlling,
Summary: Leila Johnson had a normal life working as a nurse at the St James Hospital in New York. That was until her brother got involved in some business with one of the most dangerous men, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Unable to pay the debt, she was taken as collateral until he could, but his life was soon finished due to an accident. With the debt still unpaid, Leila finds herself working for James until it's cleared but working for the most dangerous man in New York is not as easy as it seems, and she hopes to escape before it's too late.
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Have you ever had your whole life thrown in the air and changed completely? Have you ever had to take the fall for something you didn't do and didn't have anything to do with? Have you ever had to submit yourself to cruel behaviour because you were forced to, and it was the only way to survive? Well, I have. In fact, I've been doing so for the past few months now and to be honest, I'm losing track of time. They say don't take anything for granted and I believe in that. No matter how hard you work, no matter how nice you are to people, no matter how good of a person you are, things can always happen. Never did I think my life would be like this. I would wake up every morning hoping it was all a bad dream but now I know this is all for real. It all started a few months ago.
3 months earlier
I sat on the bed; my legs crossed over one another with my book in hand. It's the only thing that passes the time until someone comes to bring me my meals. There's nothing else to do in here and as I read through every book on the old shelf across the room, I wonder how long it will take me to read every single one. I believe it's been just over three months since I woke up in this small room which I now call my home. I haven't seen anything else besides these four blank walls.
Every day I wake up in here, I hope that my brother has paid off more of his debt. The quicker he pays it, the quicker I can get out of here. My life for the past three months has been... difficult. It's not every day you wake up and find yourself locked in a small and cramped room, bars on the window, the door locked and the only things in the room being a bed, a dresser, and a bookshelf along with a bathroom next door. It had all started when my brother ran into some trouble paying off his bills.
I wished he had come to me for help, then I wouldn't be here, and he wouldn't be in this mess. Instead, he decided to seek the help of one of the most dangerous men... James ‘Bucky’Barnes or as other people known him as Bucky. Head of a gang and involved in organised crime, drug trafficking and loan sharking, he was a man not to be messed with, a man who was not to be taken lightly, a man who took control of everything.
My brother had borrowed money from him to help pay off his debts but had the same trouble by not being able to pay him back. So, in order to get the money back, I was taken, kidnapped, and used as collateral until my brother could pay back Bucky. He said that until the debt was fully paid, I would stay here, locked away in this dark little room. I remember begging and pleading to let me go, telling him I could help my brother with the money to pay him back, but he wasn't having it. I was only here to ensure my brother would pay back the debt. James didn't want my money.
I was scared at first, not knowing what was going to happen to me. I thought for sure they would starve me, but I received three meals a day. The food wasn't amazing but kept me alive. I was able to shower when I could and the only thing to entertain myself was the books stacked on the shelf. The walls of the room were a peachy orange with a dark carpet and warm lights drilled into the ceiling cast down on the room. I had learned it was best to do as I was told and wait until my time was up. I certainly didn't want to anger Bucky, not knowing how dangerous he truly could be. I had already found out he was not to be played with and trying to escape was not an option for me.
I flicked over the page of my book, continuing to read away. I was grateful I had something to pass the time and something to take my mind off being held prisoner. The other members of his gang didn't talk to me when they came to give me my meals and I felt isolated and alone, trapped in this room all the time. The bars on the window made it even more of a prison for me. They were already there when I first woke up here and I often wondered if anyone else ever lived in this room, having gone through the same situation as me. I hoped not.
The cold draft of the room sent a chill down my body, and I shivered. Small goosebumps ran up my arms and I hugged the thin jumper around my body to keep the warmth in. I hoped that maybe Bucky would visit, and I could ask for another blanket or something else to keep my warm. The room was freezing at night, and I had trouble sleeping all the time. He had been kind enough to give me one blanket, but it wasn't the warmest and the longer I spend in the cold, the more likely I'll turn sick.
Just as I was about to turn to the next page, the lock of the door clicked open and my head shot up, eyes glued to the door as it creaked open. The squeak of the door rung in my ears and Bucky shuffled inside the room. I instantly became nervous as he walked inside, shutting the door behind him, and watching as he stood beside the bed.
He was dressed in a sharp suit of black, black shirt and smart shoes polished to perfect so the warm lights from the ceiling shined off them. He was a very well-dressed man, and he cared a lot about his appearance. His hair was neatly combed back and his muzzle adorning his jaw line was trimmed perfectly. his cologne was strong, and I could smell it from where he was standing, the scent intoxicating. At first glance, you would think this man was a CEO or something. I'm not surprised though, with all the money he has, the suit probably cost him a couple grand.
I push the book closed and settle it beside me, making a note for myself to remember what part I was up to. It wasn't often Bucky visited me and when he did, it was usually just to check on me and give me an update if my brother had paid any of the debt. I hadn't seen Bucky for a little while now and so I was a little shocked by his visit.
"Hello" he said softly, standing tall, his hands now shoved into the pockets of his perfectly ironed trousers.
"Hello" I said back, quieter, and more of a mumble under my breath. The nerves were growing, my hands becoming sweaty and my stomach turning into a tight knot. I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat and stared up at Bucky, waiting for him to continue. He’s so intimidating and makes me feel smaller than I am.
"How are you?" it was a silly question really. Would you expect anyone to be hunky dory being locked away in a dingy little room waiting for your brother to pay back his debt? But I'd be setting myself up for danger if I answered back with that.
"Okay... has my brother paid some more money?" I asked with hope in my voice and Bucky sighed, shuffling on his feet.
"That's what I came to talk to you about" he said firmly, and I was a little taken back.
"Oh" shuffling on the bed, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. The chain attached to my ankle rattles and flops to the ground. I've worn it ever since I tried to escape here. I didn't get very far, and James was surely pissed when he found out. Since then, I've been chained to the wall with this long length, still allowing me to use the bathroom and to walk around the room but not able to leave it.
Judging by his demeanour, it didn't sound like good news, but I didn't want to think too since. Bucky grabbed the wooden chair from the corner of the room and placed it in front of me, sitting down and unbuttoning his jacket as he did. He rested his arms on his knees, latching his long fingers together in front. A cold sweat started to take over me as I waited for Bucky to speak. My hands started to shake in my lap, a habit I had now developed since I woke up here.
"This morning, I sent my guys over to collect the next instalment of your brother's debt" he started, and I nodded slowly.
"Okay" I bit the inside of my lip, praying he was going to say something good, but it was highly unlikely. The taste of blood dripped on my tongue, signalling I was biting too hard, and I released my lip.
"When they got there, he wasn't answering the door or his phone. So, they knocked on the neighbour's door" it was getting worse by the minute, and I held my breath, not wanting to breathe until I knew what was happening.
"They said your brother had been in an accident, a car crash" my heart dropped, and I froze with fear. I felt the tears welling up behind my eyes, inching out to escape and fall down my red cheeks and I knew what Bucky was about to say next.
"He didn't make it, the ambulance got there but he was dead on arrival" I looked down into my lap, squeezing my eyes tightly and holding back the tears. I didn't want Bucky to see me cry, I didn't want him to see me vulnerable.
No, no this cannot be happening. He can't be dead. There must be some mistake.
I shook my head in denial, sniffling back to sob, keeping my head down.
"No, no that can't be right" I murmured to myself, but Bucky heard me loud and clear.
"He's dead Leila, he didn't survive the crash" Bucky said, and the tears started to pour down my face, dripping into my lap and soaking the jeans I had on, making a dark wet puddle on my thigh. I felt like my world had just come crashing down even more. I haven't seen him for so long. He had been trying so hard to get the debt repaid and I knew he wasn't going to stop until I was free. But now, there was no chance of that. I would never see him again. I didn't even get to have one last conversation with him. He was gone... forever.
I sniffled back the snot dripping from my nose, using my sleeve to wipe my face and I tried to compose myself.
"Are you sure?" I ask, hoping there was some sort of possibility that would bring back my brother.
"I am, the neighbour said the police spoke to them to update them, if there was a chance, he was alive they would have said" Bucky clarified, and I nodded. He was right. I didn't want him to be right though. I didn't want it to be true. I wanted to just wake up and find out it was all a bad dream and that my brother was alive and working hard to get me out of here.
Which poses the next question. What happens now? The debt is still unpaid but there's no way my brother can pay it back. Does that mean I'm free to go? Can I get my old life back the way it was?
"Wh-what about the debt... does that mean I can go home?" I look up nervously, staring at his bright blue eyes and a smirk crosses his face, tilting his head to the side.
"Well, it's still unpaid. Your brother owed me a lot of money" Bucky sat up straight, his eyes still locked on me, and I furrow my brows a little, wondering where he's going with this.
"However, I am willingly to let you work it off here" he suggested.
Work it off, does he mean I would work for him?
"So, I work for you?" I said slowly and he nodded.
"Exactly, think of yourself as... a maid. You'll do the cooking, cleaning, laundry, all that shit, and I will renounce the debt" he smiled softly, and I looked down at my shaking hands again.
So, I'm going to be his maid now. I guess it beats living in this cell, but I didn't want to have to work off this debt. All I want is to go back to my old life. but I guess that's not an option right now. I have no choice but to accept this now.
"And of course, anything else I ask of you" I looked up at him with confusion written on my face. I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, but it made me nervous. I nodded shyly and Bucky hummed in delight.
"Well, let's get you started" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. To my amazement, he lifted my ankle and unlocked the chain around it, breaking me free from my prison. The weight of the chain instantly vanished as it clanged to the floor and Bucky stood, holding his hand out for me to take. I swallowed hard and slipped my hand into his large one, his palm softer than anything I've ever felt and his long fingers wrapping around my small ones.
He turned around and pulled me out of the room and as we walked out, I took one last look back, watching as that old life disappeared and a new one was waiting for me.
Hey so I hope you like the first chapter. Let me know what you think in the comments. Don’t forget to leave a like, comment and reblog.
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I have an idea, not really a question, but a question within that idea. That the group of owl commandos had the opportunity to "Time Travel" to meet Steven and Bucky in 2023? What will they think and say when they learn that their captain and sergeant have been "hibernated" for 70 years to the era of automatic bathrooms?
Too many aliens, and genocide, and politics.
What will they say to reassure their sergeant?
+ What the captain did everything to protect Bucky was impressive. Still, the decision to leave and return to the 40s and live with his lover, also made them consider the advice for Steven at that time when observing Barner and knowing Barner's feeling next to…
How to have the above situation, I'm thinking of is a mission where Bucky accidentally goes to Wanda's place, Wanda creates a place for Bucky specifically in her Sittcon world. She always "fails" because his memories are too fragmented, making the world she and (his mind) appear to be patchy and painful. Perhaps Wanda had to chase Bucky away silently and also wondered how that man could live, with a fractured mind and a lack of good memories, like that.
What an interesting concept - if I'm understanding your thought process correctly, there are two scenarios. One where the Howling Commandos travel to 2023, presumably before Steve leaves Bucky? What would they think? I think they'd be blown away, similar to how Bucky reacted in my story Winter Undone. However, when they find out what happened to Steve and Bucky -- especially Bucky -- I think they'd feel horrified and guilty. Even though it was war time and they were reasonable to think Bucky had died, they'd have to feel guilty (as most good-hearted people do) to realize Bucky survived that fall and they left him there to be captured. Guilt tends to override reason in those situations, and I think they'd be broken up knowing they'd left their fallen sergeant behind.
As for the scenario with Bucky and Wanda - that would be an interesting spin on Wanda Vision, wouldn't it? A world set in 1940s where "weird" things keep happening, similar to WV. That's a decent plot bunny! If anyone wants to write it, I'd be ecstatic (I'm currently working on a different story right now that takes place in the 1940s), but if no one writes it, I might just put your plot bunny on the back burner. Thanks for dropping me a line!
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Wasted 3
Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.
Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥
Part of The Club AU
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You guffaw. An ugly gesture that sends your cigarette flying. You barely catch it, twirling it between your fingers. You roll it and put it back to your lips. You flick your lighter and cup your hand over the flame.
"Sure, dude, let me just pop that roofie real quick," you shake your head and inhale a deep cloud of nicotine, "you think I'm one of these dumbass coeds. Fucking lunatic."
"Was being nice, shit ain't cheap," he growls.
"Uh huh," you blow out, "nice try."
He leans on the wall and watches you. You continue smoking, an arm across your stomach as the night breeze swirls around you. The gall of this dude. You're not that fucking stupid.
"You always this mouthy?"
You shrug and flick the ash off your smoke, "only to creepers pushing percs on the street."
"Molly," he corrects you.
"Don't give a shit," you sneer, "how do you think…" you turn on your heel and point towards the door, "those guys would like you running business in their pl–"
You have no time to react or scream. The cigarette falls from your grasp as a rough palm covers your mouth, an impenetrable embrace around your waist as you're dragged back. Your heels scrape on the ground as you murmur soundlessly into his hand.
You claw at his thick fingers, writhing against him as he hauls you into the alley with ease. Holy shit, he's strong. Stronger than you at least.
"You really wanna be a fucking narc?" He snarls against your head, "you know what I do to rats?"
You snap your teeth but they only glide against his calloused skin. You kick out, bringing your heels down aimlessly, wriggly as you latch onto his arm. What the fuck?
"Shh, baby, calm down," he taunts, "you keep fucking around and I won't be fucking nice."
You manage to pull his hand down, just an inch, "creep–"
He quickly smothers you again, spinning to slam you into the brick wall. You hear footsteps, voices, and shadows skew down from the mouth of the alley as figures pass. He keeps you pinned behind the dumpster, the stink of it roiling your stomach.
He doesn't move, pressing his legs against yours to still them, waiting with slow breaths for the group to pass. You twitch helplessly, overpowered easily. Holy fucking shit. Shit! You can get out of this. You have to.
You clap your hands against the brick and try to push away. Your arms shake, your body straining as you fight against his strength. You get a few inches from the wall before you collapse against it once more.
"You're gonna get yourself all worked up," he grunts as he snakes his arm around your throat, curling it until his bicep bulges, "you don't wanna do that. Trust me."
You feel his other hand run down your back, a small tug on the tail of your skirt. He feels between your bodies, fishing in his pocket as he keeps your windpipe blocked. You puff and wheeze, flailing as you fight to escape.
He covers your mouth again, a pill slipping through your teeth before you can clamp down. You nearly choke on the pasty capsule.
You cough as he seals his palm over your lips and brings his knee up to your lower back. He unhooks his arm, massaging your throat as he coaxes you to swallow. You have no choice and the tablet lumps before finally rolling past your reflex.
He holds you tight, waiting as he keeps your head tilted against his shoulder. He rocks you as he hushes your muffled snarls. Fucker!
"It's alright, baby, you'll feel it soon."
Your vicious words are muted by his palm as your spit slathers in fury. You grasp at his shirt, nails grazing his hard stomach. You twist and squirm, growing dizzy with the effort.
He snickers and nuzzles your crown, "come on, you're gonna have a bad trip if you don't calm down."
Your eyes round as you try to turn your head, hot breath fan over his hand. A surge of panicked frustration rises and has you bucking wildly. If he'd just let you the fuck go!
"You should listen. You're gonna be fucked if you keep this up. Trust me, you let yourself roll and you'll have the time of your life," he squeezes your jaw his other hand crawl up your stomach, "hell, I might too."
You babble and close your eyes. Your throat is hot and scratchy, your head wobbly from the vodka, your lungs burning with your struggle. You clasp onto his wrist as you resist the weightiness behind your eyes coupled with the strange lightness blooming in your skull.
"Almost there, deep breaths," he coos as he holds you flush to him. "You ever fuck high? It's like nothing else, baby."
Another rush of horror knots in your chest, quickly unraveled by the flow of hot and cold in your veins. You're buzzing, almost shaking as you feel the drugs taking over, mingling with the alcohol that coats your stomach. You drone as your head lolls.
He lets his hand fall from your chin and you giggle, leaning into him. Your eyes roll back as you succumb to the warring sensations. Fuck, you feel good.
"That's it," he purrs as your muscles slacken, "let's have some fun, hottie."
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“The people in this town are the most welcoming people in the world. They don’t care if you wear small T-shirts or if you have six toes or if your mom’s your aunt.”
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