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melaninpozp · 1 year

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CRAZY INDULGENCE(ft.Bucky Barnes.)

(This fic is based off of the movie, Red Eye 2005! it’s so mf good)

Intro: You are the CEO of Waltonington Airport/Hotel. One of the biggest and most popular airports of all time. You were quite known and loved by few passengers who always attended the flights every few months or so. You were quite beautiful a sweetheart. One day, you planned on taking a small vacation back home, since you work and live out of state. You wanted to visit your Step-Mom. You haven’t seen her in a few months and wanted to come and see her. While boarding your plane and waiting in line, you ran into this man named Bucky Barnes. He was quite handsome, but you wouldn’t let it be known or say anything. Little did you know..he had other sadistic plans and murderous intents at hand.

(THIS FIC IS QUITE LONG BTW<3)

(This fic is based off of the movie, Red Eye 2005! it’s so mf good) Cred to the king Wes Craven.

WARNINGS: WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, swearing( lots of it), degrading, threatening, crime, intimidation, bucky being a charmer one minute and turning into a crazed sadistic assassin, jaw grabbing, eating out, fingering, backshots( doggy position),spiting, rudeness( from Bucky), pre-planned crime, weapon on board(knife), harassment( from a weirdo at the airport), obsessiveness, size kink, lying, mouth covering, crying, spanking, eye contact, and hair pulling.

Enjoy the flight <3

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It was one of the most cloudiest and rainy days in Miami. Although it was a gorgeous city to say in and visit once in a while, it did have its rainy and thunderstorm days. You decided to go and visit your step mom for a weekend, since you haven't seen in forever. Ever since you landed that new job as a CEO at the famous Waltington Hotel, you decided to visit her and take her out to dinner and spend time with her more, and maybe catch up on anything you might've missed out on. Waltington J. Hotel was one of the most popular and well-known hotels in the whole city. Everyone who worked at the hotel knew you. You were the most favorited CEO out of the other 4 that worked there, you were the one who always fixed and resolved problems when things would go the wrong way. You always want to help people and any one that is need or unsure of something. That's what made you love your job so much.

You were currently in the back of your uber, on a call with your step-mom, discussing to her what your guys plans were and what restaurant you both wanted to visit when you arrived. You decided to wear something simple but casual, something like a fit black skirt and a white lace top, with a white buttoned up blazer and some low heels on. Your hair was done(in any way you'd like, add any makeup if you'd like.) While arriving in front of the Hotel, you pay the driver and smile giving him a 5-star review. As the driver comes on your side of the car to open your door, he gives a wide smile and offers you a hand. You take his hand and step out the car, grabbing your bags while still on the phone with your mom, thanking the uber man before he drives off. You enter the building quickly, checking in and then getting in the TSA line.

After getting your things scanned and ran through, you decided to get a quick drink of water. As you walked over to the drink stand, you dropped your passport without knowing. "Hey, you dropped this!"A deep but sly voice says. You turn around and look at the passport, before looking up into the speakers eyes. It was a tall, but buff man. He had long brown hair that stopped around his shoulders, deep beautiful bright eyes, He had a pearly white smile, and a beard that was coming in on his chin and a mustache that was slightly forming. He was quite handsome, but you didn't want to say anything about it.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much."Y/N says, thanking the man." I didn't even know I dropped it."She finishes, looking up at the man.

"No worries, just be more aware."The man says, looking down at you with a small side smile.

You both stare at each other before you speak up again." So, do you want anything to drink?"Y/N offers, trying to defeat the awkward silence that just happened between the two of them.

"Oh. You don't need to do that."The man says, clenching his jaw and smirking."Let me be a gentleman and get it for you."He says, walking up to the stand and buying you both a cold water.

"You don't need to-"Y/N tries before seeing the man pull out a fancy looking debit card and sliding it into the card register, paying for you both."Do that.."She finishes, scoffing at the man.

"I wanted to."He says, grabbing both the cold water bottles and handing you one, smirking widely.

You stare at him again before heading back to your guys line. You took note of how distracted and short he keeps his conversations but that quickly wiped away before he asks you something.

"So, are you traveling for?"The man asks, standing behind you with his one silver suitcase behind him. You turn back around and smile, looking up at him."Just visiting some family."You say kindly, smiling at him.

"Nice!"He says." Like family you haven't seen in a long time? Your siblings?Parents?"He says, trying to get insights. "Just my step-mom."You say, looking at him.

"Aw that's so cute!"He smirks." It's always nice to see your loved ones."The man says, dragging on the convo.

"Yea.."You smile." I didn't get your name by the way."Y/N says, looking at the man, holding eye contact.

"Billy,"He says." Billy Buck."The man says, holding his hand out for you to shake, you gladly accepting and shaking his hand back.

"Yours?"He questions.

"Y/N."You smile and look the man into his deep beautiful eyes, feeling like his name is a little odd, but you brush it off." Y/N L/N"You finish and smirk.

"That's a beautiful name."He says, smirking.

"Oh thank you."You say, laughing softly. While you two are chatting it up before the flight, a elderly woman comes over and just so happens to have the same purse as you.

"Hi, sweetheart"The smaller woman says, tapping you on your shoulder. "I don't mean to interrupt but, You and I have the same exact purse."You smile and look at the woman, nodding your head.

"Yes, but yours is way better than mine. I've had mine for a while."You laugh softly, looking at the woman.

"Aw, honey. Your purse is also nice!I just thought I should let you know."The lady laughs softly before smiling at you.

"Thank you so much."You smile at the woman, watching her walk off. The speaker throughout the whole airport rings, "May I have passengers of plane B26 start boarding. Flight will be taking off very soon."The announcer says.

"Welp, I guess that's us."You say, picking up your bags and beginning to walk forward in the line.

"Indeed it is."The brown haired man says, smirking and following you.

While everyone was boarding onto the flight. You were held back by the elderly woman who kept talking to you and discussing book authors and purse designers with you. You were always up for chatting, but you needed to be places to be. Of course you weren't the last one on the plane, but pretty close to it. While moving forward on board of the plane, people were getting situated in their seats, sliding their earbuds in, and sleeping. The usual plane ethics and normal thing to do when boarding.

"I'll get back to you later, hun."The elderly woman ends her conversations, sitting in the way back with her assumed to be husband, who was holding her jacket. You smile at the woman before watching her walk to the back, looking for your seat number and continuously walking down the long aisle.

It feels like a few moments before you find your seat, looking down and seeing the same man you met earlier. What was his name again? Bob? Brady? Billy? Yea, Billy!

"Oh, its you again!"Y/N laughs softly."Billy, right?"She says.

"Ding ding ding."He says with a sly tone, smirking and leaning back in his chair, trying to make room for you to get through.

"Guess we're seat buddies, huh?"Y/N smiles and grabs her small purse, scooting pass the man and sitting down, setting her purse beside her.

"Look like it."He smirks." I wouldn't care anyways, I'd like to sit with you anyways."He laughs softly, slowly looking at you.

"Same here."Y/N laugh softly and leans back in her seat, feeling like he's checking you out.

"You're really pretty."He says out of knowhere. Keeping a straight face and resting his big hands on his thighs.

"Oh.."You say, looking at him, not knowing how to respond."T-thank you."You smile, feeling good about yourself.

"No, like actually."He says, still looking into your eyes as you try to avert eye contact with him. "You need to model or be an actor. You're gorgeous." He finishes, squinting his eyes quickly.

"You really think so?"You smile cheekily and look back at him.

"I wouldn't lie to you, you could make millions..maybe even billions.." He says, facing back forward and seeing the food/drink cart come down the aisle you both are on.

You smile at his small compliments and laugh softly.

"I would like a water and Fruit snacks, please." The handsome brown haired man says, looking up at the blonde woman managing the food/drink cart." Of course." The blonde woman says, grabbing the fruit snacks and water, handing them to the man before looking at you and speaking," Anything for you, hun?" The woman questions, looking at you.

"Water and caramel crisps, please." You say politely.

"Mmh!"The blonde woman smiles, grabbing the water and crisps for you, handing them your way before walking off.

"So polite with your manners." He begins." what a good girl." He says, laughing gently.

"Oh, thanks!"You laugh, smiling at the nickname. You can't lie, you wanted to squeeze your legs together at the way he called you a good girl. "I'm just really polite, is all." You smile.

"That's what makes you a good girl, using your manners and being polite to other people." He says, looking back your way. You thought to yourself, What is this man on?Is he trying to get me riled up or something?

All you can do is nod your head and smile at his words.

"Very true."You smirk and look upon your passport.

The plan had taken off a few minutes earlier before he said any of that. You thought to yourself for a while before a thought erupted into your brain.

"So, what do you do for a living?" You look towards him, noticing that he has his phone pulled out, looking through what it looks like to be a track record of some sort. He quickly put his phone away, looking towards you and putting all his attention on you. He puts his phone into his business coat.

"I hunt people."He says automatically, not even thinking for a second, smiling with his white teeth.

You stare at him for a while and laugh, shaking your head and thinking that he's joking.

His smile started fading after seeing you laugh.

"What's so funny?" He questions, sitting back in his chair and tilting his head.

You slowly stop laughing, noticing he isn't joking, raising an eyebrow and looking at him, still having a small smile on your face. "Y-you-re being serious?" You say.

"Yes." He says flat out.

You gulp and tilt your head." Where's the punchline?" You say, smirking.

"There is not punchline. I'm being serious." He says, now folding his arms. Damn, those are some huge arms he has. You thought to yourself.

"You think you're so clever, huh? Laughing at people's job titles and thinking you're the best person out here, just because you are CEO? "He says, looking at you, scoffing," You need to listen to what I'm going to say to you."He finishes, looking at you with a scary tint in his eyes.

"I don't have to listen to anything you say.." You speak, beginning to get up from your seat, but he tugs you back down by the hem of your skirt.

"Yes you do, if you want to let your pretty little step-mom to not get harmed." He says. That made your stomach drop and your heart race. What did he just say?

You were a little taken aback." Excuse me?" You gasp out, looking him in the eye intently.

"You heard me, Y/N. You think this is a joke?" He questions, raising an eyebrow, his hair slightly covering his right eye. You gulp again and furrow your eyebrows." And you were laughing like something was was a joke, but you don't see me laughing.." He drags out, staring into your eyes deeply. "Do you?" He questions.

"I didn't think you were being serious, I'm sor-"You begin to get out before he pulls something out his jacket. Tears begin forming into your eyes, but you stay strong, He lets down your small table in front of you, setting down what it looks to be, a fancy wallet. You squint your eyes and tilt your head to the side. You've seen this wallet before, it looks oddly familiar. It wasn't yours. It wasn't your sisters. It was..It was your step-mother's wallet! You thought to yourself.

You gasp quietly, looking at the wallet that's now on the small pull out table in front of you.

"Where did you get that?" You question, almost wanting to cry.

"Oh, I didn't get it." He surrenders, smirking. "I had my agent grab it off your step-mom's table."He finishes, checking out your whole body as you sit there contemplating what to do.

"D-don't hurt my step-mom.." You begin to say, getting caught up in your throat , soft tears going down your cheeks.

"Then listen to what I have to say.." He clenches his jaw, looking around the plane and going back to talking to you." If you don't want anything to happen to you, or step-mommy.." He laughs sadistically.

"Then, you abide by what the hell I say, or suffer the consequences." He laughs and leans in your ear. "Remember what I said earlier about being a good girl." He whispers in your ear." Be polite and be nice to other people, hm? " He smirks. "Won't you do that for me?" He finishes.

"Why are you doing this?..I-is it money you want?..Billy please" You speak weakly, not bothering to make eye contact him. Tears still streaming down her face.

"Money?" He laughs out. "Oh no, honey, that's not what I want.."He smirks even more." And billy.."He scoffs." That's not even my fucking name, dumb girl.."He looks at you, slowly resting a large hand on your knee, dragging it up.

You let the soft tears trail down your cheeks. You shouldn't be liking this. This man is a psycho!

"My real name is Bucky Barnes, girl." He whispers in your ear." Billy Buck is a fucked up name, huh darlin'?" The man finishes says." And you fell for that shit.." You face your head away from him. He squints his eyes and grabs you by the jaw , making you look at him,

"You don't look away from me, girl." Bucky says sternly.

You sniffle and slowly look into his deep blue/green eyes. Feeling smothered and taking in the warmness of his body heat while he's very close to you.

"Atta girl."He says.

"Now, are you going to listen?" He says, clenching his jaw, quickly leaning back in his seat, seeing another flight attendant coming your guys way, checking on passengers momentarily.

The flight attendant looks at both, looking to you first and questioning why you're crying,

"Oh hun, what's wrong? "The attendant questions, raising an eyebrow with a worried look on her face, speaking quietly but loud enough for you both to hear.

Bucky chuckles to himself before speaking up for you,

"She's fine. She's just homesick is all." Bucky nods to the attendant, looking up at her.

He's so two-faced.

"Aw. We've all been there before. Feel better hun." The attendant says, handing Bucky a few tissues to hand to you as she walks off, attending to the other passengers.

Bucky looks behind him and makes sure she's gone before speaking to you again.

"Quit.." He leans into your ear, looking at you through your watery eyes. "Your fucking crying.." He finishes, handing you the clean clothed tissues.

"Fuck you!" You say angrily but quietly, slowly looking in his direction.

He raises both his brows, looking at you shocked.

"What was that?" Bucky says, wanting you to repeat yourself.

"You heard me." You say, glaring at him from your peripheral. He didn't like that. He didn't like you back talking him. This man has to be insane.

He scoffs, leaning back in his chair. "You don't wanna play that game wit' me." He smirks." All that smart ass talkin' "He tilts his head to the side, pulling out a lipstick from his jacket you previously dropped earlier. You didn't even notice. You always had another backup if the other got lost.

You open your mouth to say something but he stops you.

"Don't you open that mouth" Bucky says, holding your lipstick in one hand." Heard enough of that sassy ass talkin' from you." He laughs shaking his head.

You still hold a glare to him, looking at his hand and widening your eyes a little.

"Where'd you get my lipstick.." You say, reaching for it.

"Ah ta ta" He ticks, pulling his hand with the lipstick away from you, frowning a little bit. "Not so fast." Bucky glares.

"I got this while you dropped your passport earlier, guess you forgot that you heard another thing drop too, huh? He says, opening up the lipstick and examining it. "Dior rouge proof lipstick, 956"He reads the label, smirking again.

You frown and look at him, then the lipstick in his big, rough looking hands. What is this crazy man playing at? Does he think this is a joke?

"It looks really beautiful on you."He squints, looking at your lips then into your eyes with a smug look on his face." You look very kissable." Bucky chuckles out.

"What are you playing at? You don't know me-"You begin to say, feeling confident for a minute, but then Bucky brings you back down to reality.

"Oh?"He says." I don't know you?" He smirks, clutching the lipstick in his hand before speaking and clearing his throat, keeping his eyes on you." You're Y/N L/N, you lived in the city of Miami for a long while. You have 3 siblings, Your mom and dad got a divorce because your dad cheated and had an affair twice, You were a beauty for almost your whole life, You're 22, You work as a CEO at a Hotel, you like fashion, you are family and friend oriented" He speaks, leaning in a little." And you last night, after packing your bags, you were just rubbing that swollen little clit of yours, weren't you?" He scoffs, making you gasp even louder, him quickly uttering you to quiet down with his index finger over his lips.

What did he just say? How does he know everything about me and where I've grown up? And how'd he known about me..touching myself?

"Excuse me?!"You say and look at him quickly, widening your eyes and shaking your head and disbelief, having a questioned look on your face.

"Don't act like you didn't hear me." Bucky smirks," I saw you outside from your window, I was standing across the street, I saw you rubbing that little clit of yours and covering your mouth with your left hand, trying to keep those pathetic whimpers down so the neighbors couldn't hear you.." He speaks, chuckling.

"You're sick!" You say, shaking your head again, laughing at how unbelieve he's being.

"Oh, I'm sick?" He questions while raising an eyebrow, folding his arms over his buff chest." I know you better than you know yourself, y/n." He ends, biting his lip.

"You can do anything you want..to me or whatever!" You say, looking at him." Please just don't harm my step-mom.. or family." You nervously get out.

"Anything, huh?" He smirks.

"Yes!" You say, looking away out the window and into the beautiful sky, the rain had stopped a while ago. You didn't even notice.

"Hm." Bucky agrees, smirking to himself.

"I have to use the bathroom.."You speak up.

He looks at you and leans down, pulling out a random empty water bottle, handing it to you." Here." He looks back forward.

"You've got to be joking." You say, looking at the water battle and scoffing.

"I'm not letting you out my sight. God knows what you're gonna do when I'm not watching you." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Please..Let me use the bathroom!" You say demandingly, sighing.

Bucky squints his eyes, sighing and leaning back." Fine, go." He says." Don't make me come after you." He glares at you, letting you by and watching you walk off to the bathroom.

You arrive at the bathroom, knocking and hearing no one answer. You open the bathroom door and enter, closing it behind you and looking at yourself in the mirror, thinking of ways to go against this Bucky Barnes man. He was bigger than you, he was taller than you, and he certainly outsmarted you a little bit. You didn't actually have to use the bathroom, but you began contemplating ideas.

After a few minutes of brainstorming, You came up with an idea, You decided to fill up your hand with soap and water, writing on the bathroom mirror, "Seat 18G is a Hitman, Help." You finish writing the soapy words on the mirror, washing your hands off and wiping them. By then, you felt like it was time to go back to your seat.

You opened the shiftable bathroom door and began to walk out before seeing Bucky standing outside the door, smirking,

"I was wondering what took you so l-"He begins, seeing the big words on the mirror. He widens his eyes and grabs you jacket and covers your mouth with his other hand and shoves you against the counter, making sure the bathroom is closed behind him and speaking freely,

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!"He says, being dangerously close to you, still handing his hand over your mouth." You fuckin' whore!" He growls, looking you in the eyes.

"L-let me go!" You mummer under his hand, trying to get out of his grip.

"This was your big deal, hm? Trying to get me fucking arrested and in trouble? You sneaky, little bitch." He speaks harshly in your face, letting his hand fall from your mouth and letting go of your jacket.

"You should've known that I wasn't going to let you harass and hold me hostage, you bastard!" You say angrily at him, looking up at him.

"Yea?" He questions, invading your personal space and looking down at you, you obviously looking away.

While being close to you, he pulls out a knife and it makes you gasp, looking at the weapon.

"P-please.." You keep your eyes on the knife, tears forming into your eyes while still being pushed up against the sink.

He brings his knife up to your blazer, sliding it down a little bit and it reveals a small scar on your chest." Someone do that to you?" He questions, looking at the scar then to you.

You look up at him and shake your head." N-no.." You say, lying to his face. He clenches his jaw and lets out a sigh," You wanna know what I think?" He says, grabbing you by the neck and now has you against the wall, his mouth being directly close to your ear." Why you always fuckin' lyin' to me, huh girl?" He says, looking at you. His hand still wrapped around your neck.

"I-i'm sorry.." You gasp out, almost loosing your breath and holding on his strong arm, trying to pry his hand off of you.

"Don't you fuckin' play that shit with me, darlin'. You think I'm a fucking joke, hm?" He chokes you a little harder, making you let out a small moan, cursing to yourself in your mind.

Damnit, y.n.

He raises an eyebrow and laughs to himself. "Was that a moan, I heard?" He clicks his teeth. "Gosh, you really are a slut, huh?" He says.

"Fuck you. You don't k-now what you heard." You say, looking at him.

"Yea?" He questions, letting go of your neck and letting you breathe, coughing and feeling your now sore neck." I don't know what I heard hm?" He says, steeping back a little and staring at you.

He was checking you out.

He was taking in how tiny you were compared to him.

And he was..

He was chuckling.

You were staring to give in to how he looked. He was quite sexy. He was obviously a bad man. A fine and very attractive man at that. You were willing to do anything for your family to live. Even if it was to fuck him. Even more..

"You want this?" He asks, clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes at you. "You want me to destroy that little pussy of yours?" He says.

You clear your throat and slowly nod your head,

"Use your words, whore." He spits at you.

"Y-yes.." You say, looking up at him." I-ill do anything for you." You finally give in.

"Good.."He smirks and looks at your casual outfit.

"Strip."He says blandly.

You stare at him for a few seconds, beginning to strip off your jacket and unbuttoning it, throwing it onto the sink.

He liked that.

"Atta girl-"He smirks" Keep going f'me" He stares at you with eager intent.

You smirk and turn around, making sure your ass in on full display, slowly sliding your skirt off and revealing your white lace panties on.

You looked so good.

You kick your skirt to the side and slowly slide your lace top off, throwing it over to where your skirt is. You were in your panties and no bra.

You turn back around and faced Bucky, making him smirk,

"Jeez, you look so good, sweets." He scoffs and walks over to you, picking you up with both his hands and setting you on the sink, purposely opening your legs and leaning down towards your ear." You're so pretty, y'know that?" He speaks, running one of his big hands down your body and towards you wetness.

"Mhm, you told me." You giggle, moaning as his hand reaches your panties, rubbing over your clit and smirking down at you.

Bucky bites his lip and leans in kissing you, his other hand opening your legs wider, still rubbing your clit with his other hand and making you tremble under his touch," Mhm, that feel good, bunny?" He speaks in between kisses.

"Yes, sir." You moan softer, going back to kissing him and grinding up against his fingers.

He pulls away and looks at you unfolding under his fingers that prob against your clit. He leans down and kiss down your neck, sliding your panties to the side , using his index and middle finger to completely rub against your clit, making you gasp out loud.

"Shh, keep it down, pretty girl." He smirks and rubs your clit slower, his soft lips against your neck, making you wetter by the minute. "I know it feels good.."He rubs faster." feel good f' me.." He says.

"Oh my goodness, baby.." You moan out, tossing your head back. His warm lips still on your neck.

"Good girl.." Bucky says, pulling his fingers away and standing up straight, sliding his shirt off and unbuckling his dark belt.

You sit up and smirk,

"I'll do it for you, sir." You wink and immediately drop to your knees, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down. Seeing how big and hard he is.

"Eager little thing, hm?" Bucky says, looking down at you, moving some of your hair out the way.

"Mhm" You giggle, pulling his boxers down and his cock pops out, making you gasp at how big he is.

"Oh my goodness!" You say surprised, taking his big cock into your hand and slowly pull on his cock, jerking him off. That makes his groan.

"That's a good girl" Bucky groans out, watching you play and gush over his big cock.

You lean forward and begin sucking on his swollen tip, closing your eyes. Your other hand begins playing with his balls, the other hand jerking off what you can't fit.

"So good, pretty.." Bucky groans out.

You begin to take his cock a little deeper, faint choke noises coming from all the wetness and his cock prying to go down your throat. Opening your eyes, you look up at him and begin sucking his cock more.

" Suckin' that cock so good f'me." He groans out, tossing his head back again and grabbing onto your hair, beginning to thrust in and out." Atta, princess." He speaks, thrusting his cock deeper down your throat and loving how beautiful you look for him.

You pull off of his cock, letting a stream of saliva drip from your mouth and the tip of his cock, Bucky watching you intently.

"Little fuckin' ,whore.." He looks down at you, grabbing you by the arm and bending you over the sink, slapping your ass once , making you yelp at the sting.

"You sure know how to suck cock, huh?"He smirks and gets on his knees behind you, grabbing both your ass cheeks and spreading them open, leading forward and licking up against your clit. Making you go crazy.

"Yes, sir" You moan softly, feeling his tongue against your clit, making you push up at his tongue.

He spanks you harder and begins sucking your clit, shaking his head side to side.

Fuuuck.

"Mhm." He groans against you, pulling away and wrapping his big arms up under your legs and keeping your cheeks spreaded, spitting on your pussy and going back to lapping your clit.

"So fuckin' good!" You gasp out, reaching up and playing with your nipples.

He stands up and slowly runs his tip up against your pussy lips, watching your wetness land on his tip, making him groan.

"Ready for my cock, little slut?" Bucky says, still sliding his cock up and down your wetness.

"Yes, daddy, I'm ready." You moan out, still playing with you nipples, stopping when you feel his big cock stretching you out from behind, his big hands resting on your hips.

"Mhm, take that cock for me. I know you can.." He says, sliding more into you, watching your body reaction, making sure you're okay." Doing so good, darlin' "He smirks.

"You're so big inside of me, daddy.." You moan out, looking up into the mirror and dropping your mouth in an 'O' shape.

"That's right, doll.. Look at how slutty you look in that mirror.." He bites his lip and begins moving in and out of you." Takin' such a big cock.." Bucky slaps your ass.

"Mmmh" You whine out, feeling him hitting your spot over and over, driving you wild.

He begins to go faster, pounding into your little pussy and watching you fall apart on his cock.

You keep your mouth open, mumbling small nothings about how good he feels. He made you so dumb on his cock.

"You look so gorgeous, doll.." He spanks you again, reaching down and using his other hand to rub your clit, kissing your neck while pounding into you faster.

"I-i'm gonna cum, daddy!" You moan out, making him cover your mouth.

"Quiet down, cutie" He says, feeling you tighten against his cock.

"Aww baby, you close? "Bucky smirks and kissing your cheek, "Cum all over this dick, baby, it's all yours.." He whispers in your ear, rubbing your clit faster.

"Yeeesss.."You drag out, feeling like you're going to cum. You finally let loose and cum all over his cock, making you gasp.

"Atta girl.." Bucky groans out, slowly sliding out of you, cum dripping out of your pussy, making him smirk. He reaches his index and middle finger down, wiping up the cum that's left on your pussy. He bites his lip and turns you around, sliding his fingers into your mouth.

"Just like that, suck those fingers, doll.." Bucky says, looking into your eyes as he watches you take his long fingers.

"Mhm!" You gasp at how thick and warm the cum feels against your tongue, swallowing it and smirking when he pulls his fingers out your mouth.

He helps you put your clothes back on, making sure you look fine.

"That was so good, wasn't it, hun?" He questions you, looking down at you, sliding his jacket back on. Also being dressed and looking normal as before.

"That was great!" You say, fixing your lipstick and brushing off your jacket, incase any dust got on it.

"Good." Bucky says, grabbing a few bathroom tissues and wetting it with some water, wiping off the words on the mirror you wrote from earlier." Don't think I forgot what you wrote, y/n" He says, wiping off the letters until they're gone.

"I'll keep quiet.." You sigh, clenching you jaw.

"Good girl." Bucky says.

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Associated Press investigation finds military weapons vanish, appear on streets

Associated PressJune 15, 202118min

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Military pistols, machine guns, assault rifles, armor-piercing grenades were lost or stolen.

At least 1,900 U.S. military firearms were lost or stolen during the 2010s, with some resurfacing in violent crimes, an Associated Press investigation has found.

Because some armed services have suppressed the release of basic information, AP’s total is a certain undercount.

Government records covering the Army, Marine Corps, Navy and Air Force show pistols, machine guns, shotguns and automatic assault rifles have vanished from armories, supply warehouses, Navy warships, firing ranges and other places where they were used, stored or transported. These weapons of war disappeared because of unlocked doors, sleeping troops, a surveillance system that didn’t record, break-ins and other security lapses that, until now, have not been publicly reported.

While AP’s focus was firearms, military explosives also were lost or stolen, including armor-piercing grenades that went missing while being transported from Blount Island, the U.S. Marine Corps depot in Jacksonville, to Letterkenny Army Depot in Pennsylvania. They were found in an Atlanta backyard eight months later.

Weapon theft or loss spanned the military’s global footprint, touching installations from coast to coast, as well as overseas. In Afghanistan, someone cut the padlock on an Army container and stole 65 Beretta M9s. The theft went undetected for at least two weeks, when empty pistol boxes were discovered in the compound. The weapons were not recovered.

Even elite units are not immune. A former member of a Marines special operations unit was busted with two stolen guns. A Navy SEAL lost his pistol during a fight in a restaurant in Lebanon.

The Pentagon used to share annual updates about stolen weapons with Congress, but the requirement to do so ended years ago and public accountability has slipped. The Army and Air Force, for example, couldn’t readily tell AP how many weapons were lost or stolen from 2010 through 2019. So the AP built its own database, using extensive federal Freedom of Information Act requests to review hundreds of military criminal case files or property loss reports, as well as internal military analysis and data from registries of small arms.

Sometimes, weapons disappear without a paper trail. Military investigators regularly close cases without finding the firearms or person responsible because shoddy records lead to dead ends.

The military’s weapons are especially vulnerable to corrupt insiders responsible for securing them. They know how to exploit weak points within armories or the military’s enormous supply chains. Often from lower ranks, they may see a chance to make a buck from a military that can afford it.

“It’s about the money, right?” said Brig. Gen. Duane Miller, who as deputy provost marshal general is the Army’s No. 2 law enforcement official.

Theft or loss happens more than the Army has publicly acknowledged. During an initial interview, Miller significantly understated the extent to which weapons disappear, citing records that report only a few hundred missing rifles and handguns. But an internal analysis AP obtained, done by the Army’s Office of the Provost Marshal General, tallied 1,303 firearms.

In a second interview, Miller said he wasn’t aware of the memos, which had been distributed throughout the Army, until AP pointed them out following the first interview. “If I had the information in front of me,” Miller said, “I would share it with you.” Other Army officials said the internal analysis might overstate some losses.

The AP’s investigation began a decade ago. From the start, the Army has given conflicting information on a subject with the potential to embarrass — and that’s when it has provided information at all. A former insider described how Army officials resisted releasing details of missing guns when AP first inquired, and indeed that information was never provided.

Top officials within the Army, Marines and Secretary of Defense’s office said that weapon accountability is a high priority, and when the military knows a weapon is missing it does trigger a concerted response to recover it. The officials also said missing weapons are not a widespread problem and noted that the number is a tiny fraction of the military’s stockpile.

“We have a very large inventory of several million of these weapons,” Pentagon spokesman John Kirby said in an interview. “We take this very seriously and we think we do a very good job. That doesn’t mean that there aren’t losses. It doesn’t mean that there aren’t mistakes made.”

While AP’s analysis covered the 2010s, incidents persist.

In May, an Army trainee who fled Fort Jackson in South Carolina with an M4 rifle hijacked a school bus full of children, pointing his unloaded assault weapon at the driver before eventually letting everyone go.

Last October, police in San Diego were startled to find a military grenade launcher on the front seat of a car they pulled over for expired license plates. The driver and his passenger were middle-aged men with criminal records.

Stolen military guns have been sold to street gang members, recovered on felons and used in violent crimes.

The AP identified eight instances in which five different stolen military firearms were used in a civilian shooting or other violent crime, and others in which felons were caught possessing weapons. To find these cases, AP combed investigative and court records, as well as published reports. Federal restrictions on sharing firearms information publicly mean the case total is certainly an undercount.

The military requires itself to inform civilian law enforcement when a gun is lost or stolen, and the services help in subsequent investigations. The Pentagon does not track crime guns, and spokesman Kirby said his office was unaware of any stolen firearms used in civilian crimes.

The closest AP could find to an independent tally was done by the FBI’s Criminal Justice Information Services. It said 22 guns issued by the U.S. military were used in a felony during the 2010s. That total could include surplus weapons the military sells to the public or loans to civilian law enforcement.

Those FBI records also appear to be undercount. They say that no military-issue gun was used in a felony in 2018, but at least one was.

Meanwhile, authorities in central California are still finding AK-74 assault rifles that were among 26 stolen from Fort Irwin a decade ago. Military police officers stole the guns from the Army base, selling some to the Fresno Bulldogs street gang.

At least nine of the AKs have not been recovered.

The people with easiest access to military firearms are those who handle and secure them.

In the Army, they are often junior soldiers assigned to armories or arms rooms, according to Col. Kenneth Williams, director of supply under the Army’s G-4 Logistics branch.

“This is a young guy or gal,” Williams said. “This is a person normally on their first tour of duty. So you can see that we put great responsibility on our soldiers immediately when they come in.”

Armorers have access both to firearms and the spare parts kept for repairs. These upper receivers, lower receivers and trigger assemblies can be used to make new guns or enhance existing ones.

“We’ve seen issues like that in the past where an armorer might build an M16” automatic assault rifle from military parts, said Mark Ridley, a former deputy director of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service. “You have to be really concerned with certain armorers and how they build small arms and small weapons.”

In 2014, NCIS began investigating the theft of weapons parts from Special Boat Team Twelve, a Navy unit based in Coronado, California. Four M4 trigger assemblies that could make a civilian AR-15 fully automatic were missing. Investigators found an armory inventory manager was manipulating electronic records by moving items or claiming they had been transferred. The parts were never recovered and the case was closed after federal prosecutors declined to file charges.

Weapons enter the public three main ways: direct sales from thieves to buyers, through pawn shops and surplus stores, and online.

Investigators have found sensitive and restricted parts for military weapons on sites including eBay, which said in a statement it has “zero tolerance” for stolen military gear on its site.

At Fort Campbell, Kentucky, soldiers stole machine gun parts and other items that ended up with online buyers in Russia, China, Mexico and elsewhere. The civilian ringleader, who was found with a warehouse of items, was convicted. Authorities said he made hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Often though, recovering a weapon can prove hard.

When an M203 grenade launcher couldn’t be found during a 2019 inventory at a Marine Corps supply base in Albany, Georgia, investigators sought surveillance camera footage. It didn’t exist. The warehouse manager said the system couldn’t be played back at the time.

An analysis of 45 firearms-only investigations in the Navy and Marines found that in 55% of cases, no suspect could be found and weapons remained missing. In those unresolved cases, investigators found records were destroyed or falsified, armories lacked basic security and inventories weren’t completed for weeks or months.

“Gun-decking” is Navy slang for faking work. In the case of the USS Comstock, gun-decking led to the disappearance of three pistols.

AP learned that the Army, the largest of the armed services, is responsible for about 3.1 million small arms. Across all four branches, the U.S. military has an estimated 4.5 million firearms, according to the nonprofit organization Small Arms Survey.

In its accounting, whenever possible AP eliminated cases in which firearms were lost in combat, during accidents such as aircraft crashes and similar incidents where a weapon’s fate was known.

Unlike the Army and Air Force, which could not answer basic questions about missing weapons, the Marines and Navy were able to produce data covering the 2010s.

The Navy data showed that 211 firearms were reported lost or stolen. In addition, 63 firearms previously considered missing were recovered.

According to AP’s analysis of data from the Marines, 204 firearms were lost or stolen, with 14 later recovered.

To account for missing weapons, the Pentagon relies on incident reports from the services, which it keeps for only three years.

Pentagon officials said that approximately 100 firearms were unaccounted for in both 2019 and 2018. A majority of those were attributable to accidents or combat losses, they said. Even though AP’s total excluded accidents and combat losses whenever known, it was higher than what the services reported to the Pentagon.

The officials said they could only discuss how many weapons were missing dating to 2018. The reason: They aren’t required to keep earlier records.

The Air Force was the only service branch not to release data. It first responded to several Freedom of Information Act requests by saying no records existed. Air Force representatives then said they would not provide details until yet another FOIA request, filed 1.5 years ago, was fully processed.

The Army sought to suppress information on missing weapons and gave misleading numbers that contradict internal memos.

Army spokesman Lt. Col. Brandon Kelley said the service’s property inventory systems don’t readily track how many weapons have been lost or stolen. Army officials said the most accurate count could be found in criminal investigative summaries released under yet another federal records request.

AP’s reading of these investigative records showed 230 lost or stolen rifles or handguns between 2010 and 2019 — a clear undercount. Internal documents show just how much Army officials were downplaying the problem.

The AP obtained two memos covering 2013 through 2019 in which the Army tallied 1,303 stolen or lost rifles and handguns, with theft the primary reason for losses. That number, which Army officials said is imperfect because it includes some combat losses and recoveries, and may include some duplications, was based on criminal investigations and incident reports.

The internal memos are not “an authoritative document,” Kelley said, and were not closely checked with public release in mind. As such, he said, the 1,303 total could be inaccurate.

The investigative records Kelley cited show 62 lost or stolen rifles or handguns from 2013 through 2019. Some of those, like the Beretta M9 used in four shootings in Albany, New York, were recovered.

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Republished with permission from The Associated Press.

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john

June 15, 2021 at 3:21 pm

easy remedy. Disarm the military. They don’t need guns. Guns bad!

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