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buckgasms · 2 years

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Bestie. Babe. What about dom mafia Bucky finds out innocent reader is actually a spy??? Or something like that??? Please omg I’ve been trying so hard to write something like this but literally I have nothing

Praying to my daddy and saviour Bucky Barnes that this is any good for you my sweet @bunnyscraft ❤️

This is my first time dipping a toe into the world of Dark!Bucky so I hope it's ok 🤞🏻 Bucky is narsty in this one but hopefully not so narsty that we don't still love him with our weak sappy hearts!

Warnings: Dom!Bucky, mean Bucky, bondage, overstim (always and forever), reader did a bad thing and now she's gotta face up to it 🙈 gun is mentioned but never used; spanking; spitting and a little bit of breath holding

Please don't read if Dark isn't your thing. I'm not responsible for your content consumption, you are sweetie ❤️

Requests are open

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He had been sitting on this revelation for a week now. It was almost like he was enjoying the pain of your betrayal. That's what Sam suggested after three days had passed since he broke the news of your double cross and Bucky had failed to act.

Maybe Sam was right? He should bring it up, but every time he had an opportunity he looked at your pretty doe eyes and decided against putting a bullet between them.

But no one betrays Bucky Barnes without suffering the consequences. You had to pay the price.

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You had received a text from Bucky, asking to join him in the little summerhouse in the gardens, he wanted you in a pretty little skirt and nothing else. You skipped along happily a familiar tingle in your tummy as you walked past the pool and into the echoey room.

"Hi Bucky" you said sweetly as he let you press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled and led you to a little chair in the middle of the room. "How are you Princess? You feeling ok today" he muttered as you sat and he clicked some restraints around your wrist, then your ankles. He pressed a kiss to your lips and you nodded, not able to stop shivering with excitement as he stepped away from you.

"You recognise that chair babygirl?" He said, leaning against the wall. You looked down and cringed when you saw old, dried blood on the restraints. "This is the naughty chair, for Daddy's enemies" you said, your brow furrowing in confusion.

"That's right baby, this chair is for people who have hurt me, do you understand?" You shook your head as your palms began to sweat. You realised Sam was in the room then and he passed Bucky a file.

In that file held all the evidence of your betrayal. Bucky dropped papers on your lap, with emails you had sent to his rival Brock, pictures of you meeting in various rendezvous, Brock's arm wrapped around your waist and you smiling up at him.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you jerked against the binds. "Bucky... Daddy.. it wasn't - isn't like that... Please let me explain" you sobbed as he stared at you, his jaw tensing in a rage you had never seen before.

He grabbed your face and squeezed until he was almost crushing your cheeks, "this picture was taken last week..." He held up an image of you and Brock at a museum, his hand pressed on your ass, claiming you. "And this message, sent only on Friday, right around the time of our little dinner date, remember baby? Where you told me how much you loved me?"

You cried out in pain, both from his hands and his words. "It's not like that, it's different, please Bucky-". His hand smacked across your cheek and you sobbed loudly, body rattling as you felt true fear pulsing through you.

"I'm your girl, I'm your girl, I do love you, I do" you whimpered over and over, trying to get him to see sense, to believe you. You loved him so much, things had just gotten out of hand, you didn't want Brock. If you could just explain...

He grabbed your face again, forcing you to look at him. "I don't think I believe you, little girl. Think you lie as easily as you squirt on my fat dick. But I know how to get you talking straight don't I? Know how to treat Brock's little whore just right huh? Until she does just what I say?" He hissed at you and you cried more, begging him for mercy, promising your loyalty.

"Bring me the gag, she doesn't need to speak yet and I don't wanna hear another fucking word" he snarled and Sam handed him your pink ball gag, a cruel reminder of all Bucky had given and all that was potentially about to be taken away.

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Thanks to your skimpy attire you were totally at his mercy, something you had been looking forward to before this all began.

He did many of the things you would usually enjoy, but with all the rage and none of the love he usually had. Well perhaps that wasn't strictly true but the rage was definitely stronger.

He pressed a thick rubber cock into your pussy, thrusting it in and out as Sam wrapped his thick arm around your neck, minimising your supply of air, bringing the pleasure in your pussy to new heights. You flexed your fingers as the pressure built, but neither of them relented. You came, eyes rolling and a muffled scream behind your gag and spit drenched your chest. Bucky continued to thrust and he played with your nipples, pinching and pulling harshly at the sensitive skin. He landed slaps to them, to your cheeks and your thighs. He made you count on your fingers, every spank that landed on your aching skin. You lost count after 20, and watched as redness blossomed across your skin.

You stared at Bucky, your eyes praying for mercy, for him to relent. He locked eyes, then spat in your face, thrusting harder and deeper. You came again despite the sensitivity and you thrashed against the binds.

"Such a good little whore hmm? Never keep me waiting do you Princess?" You nodded and moaned at him, tears welling again. "Like being used huh? Like being trained into my little fucktoy?" You nodded again and he laughed. "Does Brock treat you like this? Does he treat you like I do?" You shook your head with vigour and sucked in a shaky breath.

"Let's ask him huh?"

You blinked away tears as Bucky and Sam stepped away from you. You watched as Bucky pulled out your burner phone and tapped on the screen, then snapped a picture of you. You heard the whoosh of it being sent away.

"While we wait for his reply let's get you to that special place in your head huh baby? The place where you can't lie to your daddy?"

You nodded, praying that you could give him the answer he wanted, that your stupid, stupid brain would be able to prove you were his girl. Not Brock's. Not Brock's. Not Brock's...

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It had been an hour. You had watched the little clock on the wall through blurry, tear filled eyes. Bucky had strapped a vibrator to you and he and Sam had left.

There was no escape, no relief, just endless buzzing, bringing you to peak after peak. It hurt, it ached and you cried and still you reached another peak.

You finally heard footsteps and Bucky walked in through the door, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, black trousers straining against his thick thighs. How you would kill to be sat on his lap, his best girl again.

He said nothing as he turned off the device and untied the gag. He hushed you as you began to babble nonsense at him. He sank two fingers into your mouth and let you suck, your mind foggy now, eager to please him. His thumb rubbed at your jaw, easing a little of the pain you felt.

Eventually he removed his fingers and dragged a chair to sit in front of you. "I'm gonna ask you now for the truth, and I swear to god baby, if you lie, I'll put a bullet between those beautiful eyes. You understand me?" To emphasise his point he brought out his gun, and rested it on your lap.

You nodded and leant into his hand as he brushed stray hair out of your face. Your glassy eyes focusing on his piercing blue ones. All you had to do was tell the truth, that was it.

"I want to know how this all started, how you ended up fucking me and Brock at the same time, tell me that sweet thing?"

You nodded and took a shuddering breath, throat aching from the crying and screams. "Was with him before you... Told me to trick you... Said you were bad and I would be helping him... Loved him then daddy... But not now..."

You whimpered and more tears came. He brushed them away and brought your face up to look at him again. "More baby, need to hear more..."

Breathing in again you pressed a soft kiss to his palm and continued. "At first it was easy, just told him little secrets. But then I realised... Loved you daddy, didn't want to trick you anymore. But I was scared. Scared of him and you. So I would see him... Take him some little secret that didn't seem to matter... Kept trying to tell him I didn't know anything, so he got angry. Had to... Had to be a bad girl... Didn't wanna daddy... Told me if I stopped he would tell you... Didn't want that...."

Bucky stood and walked around the room, rage pulsing through every vein. He fucking believed you. He had to, you couldn't lie to him when you were like this. You were his good girl after all.

Brock hadn't responded to the text and word had it, he'd gone underground. If anything that proved you were telling the truth. Brock could bully a silly thing like you, but he was no match for Bucky. He would leave you to take the blame and resurface unscathed months later.

Well Bucky had already sent Steve out to sort that problem. Brock would be dead by the end of the night. You were a different problem all together.

"I'm so sorry Daddy" you cried, your whimpers echoed round the room and your knees shook so hard his gun fell to the floor with a clatter the sound of it making you sob harder. Suddenly your wrists and ankles were free and he pulled you into his arms.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and clawed at his shirt, wiping your messy face into the expensive fabric. He pressed a kiss to your head as you continued to cry until you had nothing left but little hiccups and swollen eyes.

"Hush baby, I know you're sorry" he murmured, fingers running through your hair as his other hand ran soothingly along your leg. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a desperate kiss, his mouth quickly dominating yours. He kissed you hard, biting your lips, and pushing you until you were laid flat out on the cool floor.

He pulled away and hovered over you. His fingers traced over your lips, "who owns these lips baby?" You kissed his fingers and whispered, "you daddy." He repeated the action over your breasts and made his way to you ass and pussy. "Who does this cunt belong to princess?"

You shivered, aching for him, afraid of what might happen. "It's all your's daddy, only for you." You whined again as he unzipped his pants and pressed his cock into your aching hole. "Louder, slut, need everyone out there to hear it, so they know you can be trusted again, scream it little girl."

You obeyed, not really much choice about it. You clawed at his arm as he fucked you, any clarity you had was being eroded away as his cock filled you, creating a bulge in your stomach, with his unrelenting thrusts. "I'm gonna forgive you baby" he growled, "but things have changed now sweetheart, now you gotta make a fucking promise... And if you break that promise..." He punctuated his last sentence with deeper, harder thrusts that made your walls spasm almost painfully around him.

"Well let's say it'll be bad for you... You're mine now, just mine. Gonna keep that pussy filled, mouth stuffed, ass full. You ain't ever gonna know what day of the week it is, where you are, nothing. All you need to know is where your daddy's cock is. Understand me princess?"

You whined and writhed on his cock, desperate to escape the pressure but he didn't let you. "Do you hear me little slut? Do you understand?" You came hard and screamed your consent to his offer, feeling him fill you up to the brim. He still kept you tight on him as he pressed soft kisses to you forehead.

"Good girl, no more tears now, Daddy's got you, daddy's gonna keep you just like this." You nodded and let him kiss you more, returning his kisses, whispering "yes daddy...only yours daddy" in between his kisses.

You pushed at his shoulders, begging for relief, but he shushed you. "Told you princess, this is mine now, so be a good girl and keep still, daddy's gonna take care of you."

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sebastianstansqueen · 4 months

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Lost In The Shadows: Part Twelve

A/N: This one is short, sorry, also have began writing my next series, my stuff about that will be up once i'm finished posting this story, hoe you like it, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,159

Warnings: angst, Guns, Bucky being unaware, Wayne, and Brock if I forgot anything let me know please!

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After the stress of being at the hospital worried sick everyday, Y/n had to admit being at her villa in Italy was a nice change from the compound back home. It was also nice that she was able to get Bucky an arm with the thought of mind that money was no object, so she got the best of the best. The best part was it was just her and Bucky, since everyone back home wanted to keep it hush hush that they were leaving, there wasn’t a security staff always lurking nor did she have any professionals roaming the house like cleaners, and kitchen staff, it felt normal, and she almost didn’t dare say she liked it.

Currently she sat by the pool, while Bucky was swimming laps, she softly smiled to herself as she thought about it. Tonight they were going to roam the city, starting with an art gallery and then dinner. A lot of this felt so domestic to her and she couldn’t fully hate it. “You okay?” Bucky asked, her eyes opened as she looked at him. “I know you’ve been stressed.” And there was also that, if Bucky remembered he would probably understand the why, because technically you were both in hiding.

“Bucky, if anything I’m for once not stressed.” She lied through her teeth, she was more stressed than ever before, because they were stuck in a foreign country Bucky had no memory of the Mafia, and for the first time since taking her family business back she wasn’t the one in control of everything, and she hated that. “If anything, I’m excited about tonight, it’s gonna be romantic.”

As the two of them walked around looking at different paintings, sculpture and other pieces of work. It was nice until a bullet hit one of the paintings, Y/n’s eyes widened. “Get down!” She yelled, she pulled out her own gun that had been tucked away in a secret pouch in her overly big purse, as more bullets came through breaking the glass.

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky asked with wide eyes.

Y/n looked at him. “Believe me Bucky in another life you’d understand, but for now follow what I do.” She aimed her own gun at the glass ceiling of the building, where she couldn’t see even an outline of a person, she took a deep breath in irritation. “Okay, we’ve gotta get on that roof.”

“That’s where the bullets came from.” Bucky hissed out.

Y/n nodded. “I know.” She got up moving, Bucky moved her as she had told him. As people who weren’t dead ran around in panic and fear, and red lights went off with an annoying alarm and people who had gotten shot in the spray of bullets moments earlier laid on the ground crying or dead. She moved around until she found a roof entrance, she began running up the stairs, when both of them made it up to the roof Y/n found who she was looking for meaning whoever it was wanting to kill her had an open air shot to get her. As Y/n saw it was two people, Sharon and Wayne, Y/n scoffed, wind caused her hair to blow everywhere. “You two have got to be shitting me! You're working together?”

They both looked at her with wide eyes. “She betrayed Brock, so I'm here for both of you!” Wayne was the first to speak.

Y/n began to actually laugh. “That’s a good one Wayne, you're working for Rumlow, you're not even stupid enough to do that.”

“You're the one who’s gonna lose out, Y/n, you are the one who lost doing business with him, and you're gonna die for it.” Wayne smiled wickedly, Y/n noticed he looked different; he'd been bulked up or something.

“Are you on that fucking staroids he wants to sell on the streets?” She scoffed able to tell, by the obvious side effects.

“It’s called ‘the serum’.” He said aggressively.

“Oh, please, all those blue crystals are gonna do for you is kill you eventually.” Y/n was taunting him.

“Okay that's enough.” Sharron stopped her from continuing. “I’m killing you, and then taking everything you’ve built.” The blond held up a gun at Y/n, making her do the same.

Y/n, wasn’t aiming for her sister but Wayne, as her finger pressed the trigger Sharons did the same and she ducked down, with Bucky as she watched Wayne fall off the building with blood spreading on his shirt.

Sharon watched and hurried to follow where he fell, jumping off knowing Y/n was giving her one more chance to get her. Y/n liked a game especially with her sister, so she was willing to play it, if Sharon killed her next time she’d win, only getting one more chance to try again, before Y/n would kill her. Y/n looked at Bucky making sure he was alright, he looked shaken up but no wounds, she helped him up. “Are you okay?” She asked, and he nodded. “Okay come on.”

When they got back to the villa she began packing everything they had brought, moving as fast as she could. “Y/n what the hell was that!” Bucky yelled, making her freeze up, stopping what she was doing.

Y/n whipped around. “You're not gonna talk to me like that!” She yelled back. “You're the one who doesn't remember anything, and doesn't know what is going on so you're not gonna yell at me, I’m doing this for your safety, because I care about you.”

“Explain what’s going on then.” He said with irritation.

“My sister, who is a skilled assassin, and a guy I refused to do business with are trying to kill me and possibly you, and that’s how we ended up in the hospital I’m assuming, and your don’t remember this because of what you got in the accident, Bucky I’m a mafia boss and so is your brother, but we’ve gotta go if you want to live.” She spoke with pure urgency, she moved up to him, placing her hand in his, she slowly moved in closer to him, kissing him softly. “Bucky, I love you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, if you come with me I’ll make sure you don’t die.”

Bucky pulled her closer to him. “I’ll go with you, but be honest with me from now on.”

Y/n looked at him and nodded. “Okay, for now pack, I’ll figure out where to next.”

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Brock shook his head, as Wayne's feed and tracker turned red, he slammed his hand on the desk, a mix of anger and joy. Wayne had been helpful but soon became a pest on his shoulder, he huffed knowing he needed to know Y/n’s next move. He had to be the one to finish her off.

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Betrayal in the Shadows

Summary: An undercover cop, Bucky Barnes, and a mob boss, Y/n, struggle with their intense connection as their worlds collide and ultimately shatter in the face of betrayal.

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mobster!Reader

Warning(s): betrayal, angst, no happy ending, sad!bucky, sad!reader

Bucky Barnes had been working as an undercover cop for the past six months, infiltrating the inner circle of one of the most notorious mob bosses in the city. He had seen and done things that made his stomach churn, but he couldn't deny that he was drawn to the woman in charge. She was fierce, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful. They had an intense connection that kept pulling them together, despite the danger that lurked around every corner.

Y/n, the mob boss, had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone before. Bucky Barnes was a mystery to her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She trusted him with her life, and he had proven his loyalty time and time again. They spent long nights together, planning their next move, and their conversations often turned personal. They talked about their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. They knew each other better than anyone else, and yet there was always something unsaid between them.

One night, after a successful heist, they found themselves alone in the back of a dimly lit bar. The air was thick with tension, and they both knew what was about to happen.

"You know we shouldn't be doing this," Bucky said, his voice low and husky.

"I know," Y/n replied, her eyes locked on his.

"But I can't help myself," he admitted, moving closer to her.

"Neither can I," she whispered, before their lips met in a heated kiss. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before, and they both knew that it was just the beginning.

But their moment of bliss was short-lived. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a group of police officers stormed in, pointing their guns at them.

"Hands up where we can see them! You're all under arrest!" one of them yelled.

Bucky felt his heart drop as he realised that it was his squad. He had been so focused on you that he had forgotten that he was a cop, not a criminal. He was here to do a mission, not fall in love.

Y/n's expression changed from shock to heartbreak in a matter of seconds. She knew what this meant. She was going to prison, and her empire would crumble. She looked at Bucky with tears in her eyes, and he could see the pain and betrayal in her gaze.

"Bucky, how could you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm sorry," he said, his own voice filled with regret. "I didn't want it to end this way."

"You betrayed me," she spat, pulling away from him. "I trusted you with everything, and now you've destroyed me."

"I know, and I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer to her.

"Save it," she said, turning away from him. "You've done enough damage already."

As she was dragged away and placed in the back of a police car, Bucky watched her disappear into the night, feeling like he had lost a part of himself. He knew that what they had was special, and he had been foolish to think that they could keep it a secret forever. He had betrayed her trust, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.

Y/n, on the other hand, was consumed by a feeling of emptiness. She had built her entire life around her criminal empire, and now it was all gone. She had never thought that she would fall in love, especially not with a cop. She had trusted Bucky with everything, and now he had turned against her.

Their connection was shattered, and there was no going back. What could have been the best thing in their world was destroyed before it could even begin. There was no happy ending for them, only a bitter end.

A/N So, I've decided that I will now be writing for Bucky too :)

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gloriouscrownwizard · 9 months

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I've got an idea for imagine and I need, no, crave (omg) someone to write it. Or everyone, lol. Oh, the variaty. So, basically it includes mob Bucky and (i wanted a plus size reader) but maybe no description of body or whatever will be better so for everyone to read.

So he goes to stripper club and there's Y/N with a stage name Bunny and he's got a liking to her. All the private (lap👀) dances (in private rooms😏) are for him only. He also may be gifting her stuff or whatever. They can also kiss but that's it. And then one time she decides to give a small lap dance to another man because why not? More money and it's fun. And he sees it and goes all "ur mine and all your dances for me cause ur my girl"

So can please 🥺 anyone write it. And it could whatever you want it to be actually. I mean not just this scenario but like other scenes with them if you have greater ideas. Just anything about this two. I'm craving it

P.S. if this idea is not new maybe suggest such imagines, please. I would love to read them!

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fullmarvelheart · 2 years

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Crossing Lines (8/?)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x fbi!mob!Reader

Word Count: 4,113

Recommended: 18+ readers

Summary: A sudden and unsettling event rocks the underworld, and Y/N is immediately called in to prepare for what’s to come. What she isn’t prepared for is James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, also known as the new head of the Brooklyn mafia clan. When these two get shoved into a world of danger and deceit, will they ever learn to trust each other? Or will they be doomed from the start?

Warnings: Swearing, angst, descriptions of violence

A/N: I'M BACK BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for my long hiatus. So much had been going on, but hopefully I'm back on track now. For all those who stayed despite how long I've been gone, thank you so much! For those who didn't, sorry I took so long. I will try to respond to PMs and comments as fast as I can. Also, I’m still working on part 3 of When Saving an Avenger and should have that done relatively soon!I won't continue to drag this out. So! I hope you all enjoy this chapte and thank you for reading! This has not been beta read at all. All mistakes are my own. The GIF is not mine, so credit goes to the original creator!

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The doors slam open as I storm into the gym, needing a release of some kind. The word irritated doesn’t quite describe how I’m feeling but I can’t sleep because of it. After I got shot, I was stuck in that god awful hospital bed for a few days longer, curtesy of Barnes. Then I was treated like some fragile doll after I was released, especially by Carol or any inner circle member that I bump into. And not that Carol knows, but once I was discharged, Barnes called my father, and judging by how everyone’s acting around me, I’d bet it has something to do with that conversation. Which he should know is the exactly opposite of what I need. And the fact that I was left out of another important conversation regarding yours truly, really really pissed me off. I feel like a damned caged animal under constant observation! I’m lucky I even made it to the gym.

I slam my water bottle on the nearest bench and move to where the wrappings are kept. Once my hands are wrapped, I take my stance in front of the punching bag, Demi Lovato’s Confident playing in my headphones. I punch at it with my uninjured arm, the left one, keeping the right tucked to my side, and I find myself falling into a rhythm.

This is all fucking stupid! I’ve worked hard for my father! Given up a normal life! Gave information that I could be killed for! And I’m still kept out of everything! And now Barnes is up my father’s ass and he’s becoming a pain in mine! And the HYDRA fucks that shot me are still out there! This. Punch. Is. Punch. Bullshit!

My right arm moves out on its own. The vibrations of the hit have pain snaking up my nerves like ribbons of fire. I cry out at the feeling, clutching onto my wound.

“Fuck!” I cry, ripping my headphones off with my free hand. “Son of a bitch!”

“You know, you really shouldn’t be doing that.” A voice says calmly behind me.

I turn around to find Barnes casually leaning against one of the many pillars in the gym. His arms crossed, showing off the muscles of his arms and shoulders that peak out from the cut tank top he wears. The expression on his face stern, yet seemingly concerned.

“What do you want, Barnes?” I ask, controlling my breaths to ease the pain, unwrapping my hands, and reaching for my water while dropping the headphones on the bench, music still playing quietly. “I’m not in the mood for a damn lecture.” I tilt the bottle back, taking a gulp.

When he doesn’t answer and continues to watch me, I huff and the peel the sweaty bandage off my arm, letting the wound breathe. The cool air seems to soothe the painful thing.

“Why are you in here?” He finally asks, I scoff.

“I imagine similar reasons as to why you’re here. Is that all?” I turn away from him and the punching bag, determined to go for a run.

“Damn it! Why are you so stubborn? You’re injured! Why are you even here?!”

“Maybe because I’m tired of men like you trying to control what I do with my life!” I shout, suddenly turning to face him only to find that he’s right behind me.

“Men like me?” He questions darkly, looking directly into my eyes. Since when were his eyes so blue?

“Yes.” I growl. “Men like you that have a stupid superiority complex!” I yell, backing up slightly. He mirrors my movements, stalking towards me as I move away from him.

“I’m not like other men, trust me, doll.” He counters. “And you should watch how you talk to me.”

“Bullshit.” I scoff, my back softly meeting a wall. “There is nothing for me to trust, doll. You’ve made it clear you don’t trust me. But I’ve seen it my whole life. You’re just another egotistical mafia boss. Every one of you are the same.”

“Am I now? Didn’t seem like you thought like that when you busted into my room.” He stops just in front of me, body tensed ready for a fight or… something.

“Yeah? Didn’t think you remembered that. You sure as hell haven’t been acting like it! A thank you for getting your head outta your ass would be nice!” I snap, trying to maintain any sense of authority and strength I can muster. My breathing is erratic, and I can even feel his own heavy breaths ghosting across my face.

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?” His voice makes me suppress a shiver. There’s a darkness there, a challenge, but with a hint of something I can’t place.

“You wouldn’t dare hurt me.” I state, knowing he wouldn’t risk it. His intimidation isn’t going to work on me.

“Wanna bet?” He growls.

I want to say something, something witty to shut his arrogant ass down, but all I can seem to focus on is him. The way his blue eyes bore into my own. The way his breath seems to mirror my own, fast and heavy. The way his chest brushes against mine as we breathe. Since when did we get so close? The way he looks at my lips, the way I glance at his. The way he starts leaning in, or is that me? He’s so close, I could almost kis-

All too soon, the doors open with a bang, Bucky immediately stepping away from me. What the fuck was all that? I blink a few times, clearing the fog from my head, before turning towards the doors. A man, with short, soft, black hair stands there with a look of mild confusion painting his face before it’s gone, a serious expression replacing it.

“Sorry to interrupt boss.”

“What is it Morita?”

“Rogers wanted me to tell you that Nick Fury is coming tomorrow.”

Bucky sighs and I mutter a ‘great’ under my breath. There’s a furrow between his eyes as he looks at me before turning towards Morita.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be in my office.” And with that he leaves, and I roll my eyes.

When he’s gone, I release a quiet sigh, finally relaxing now that he’s gone, and Morita has a knowing smirk. Get yourself together Y/N!

“You’re lucky he didn’t see that.” He chuckles, I shrug, reaching for my phone, a slight wince twisting my face as I lean down. So, he didn’t hear me.

“I can handle him.”

“Not like that you can’t.” He points, and I follow his finger to my wound. Blood had started drinpping down my arm, and I hadn’t even realized.

“I coulda.” I huff, finally pausing the music.

“Come on.” He says with a small smile, motioning for me to sit down.

I do, but eye him wearily. He grabs a med pack and walks towards me. It’s only then that I notice he’s slightly shorter than Barnes but has softer expression when he looks at me. Stop thinking about him!

“You know,” He starts while sitting down beside me to start wiping the blood from my arm, “When I first saw you, you were storming into your father’s office.” I smile at the memory.

“Wasn’t the first time.”

“I gathered that much.” He chuckles, checking the stitches and adding a few more where the blood is leaking from still. I wince slightly at every thread of the sterile needle. “You had this fire and authority to you. They won’t admit it, but it made the men in the hall uncomfortable. And that was before we knew who you really were. You live up to the image of a Fury.” He wraps the new bandages around my arm, careful of the wound. My eyes follow the movement. When I don’t respond, he looks up at me, most likely noticing the scowl I wear by the way his eyebrows furrow together. “Doesn’t look like that’s something you’re proud of.” He comments.

“I am nothing like my father.” I growl, gently ripping my arm out of his hands. “Thanks for the help.”

I get up and hurry to gather my things and leave.

“You may deny it, but it’s there.” He says as I leave. The only response is the slamming of doors.

So much for calming down.

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Not many of the men were around the next morning, though I have a feeling that was done on purpose. Of course, most of the people I knew here were either sent off on a job, or in the inner circle. The lack of people here began to make me feel slightly uncomfortable. I didn’t like being kept on the sidelines.

Carol eventually stopped by to check in on me, since I had also decided to skip breakfast. Embarrassingly, I got stuck in my tank top since I couldn’t move my arm all the well without feeling a pinch from the stitches around my wound. Let’s just say I got scolded for being reckless, none of which I took to heart, before she had to leave for a job. Of course, not without a warning to be careful as she wrapped the wound in fresh bandages. Besides, I was able to get into my leggings and gym shoes just fine. The sweatshirt was a challenge, but I’m not going to mention that to her.

As I wait, for what I’m not exactly sure, my mind drifts off to the folder I have hidden away in the room. The cowards who shot at Rollins and I mentioned Staten Island before they took off. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only known that George was killed by HYDRA, nothing more, not that anything else has happened because of them except for the shootout. Which brings up something else, what if this person from Staten Island had something to do with HYDRA being there. The guy who let it slip definitely didn’t mean for it to slip. It might not be much, but it’s something. And that’s all May needs. I’ll have to give her a call soon.

A knock at the door startles me slightly before I collect myself and open it. Loki awaits for me on the other side and motions me to follow. I do. There’s an odd feeling the follows me as we make our way through the compound, the kind that makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. I try my best to ignore it. As we get closer, I recognize a few of my father’s men, though they don’t acknowledge me at all. And I do the same.

“Who are all the extra bodies?” I ask Loki, who fails to hide a smirk.

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, fiery one.” He whispers the last part and when I glance at him, he winks at me. I have to try and suppress my grin.

The office doors are opened by two members Barnes’ inner circle that I recognize slightly, as Loki follows me in, before they’re shutting behind us. Barnes sits behind his desk, his hair tied back into what looks like a small ponytail, as Steve and Sam stand at his sides while Natasha, Clint, and Thor lean casually against the walls (or as casually as you can while meeting with another Clan). Barnes looks from the man in front of him to me when the doors close, before the man turns around. It’s then that I notice my father in the chair, Coulson and Pietro sitting at his sides, as well as Hill, Mack, Hunter, and May. Wanda being notably absent. All of course are either dressed in suits (the higherups of course) or decked in leather. And then there’s me looking like I just came back from a jog.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the party started without me.” I say while trying to my best ‘disappointed father’ impression, hands on my hips and all. Pietro snorts, and I see Coulson smirk for a second.

Before my father can reprimand me, Pietro is up out of his seat, engulfing me in a hug.

“It’s good to see you, моя сестра.” He pulls me in, putting pressure on my wound. The pain takes me by surprise, causing me to yelp before I can stop it. He immediately lets go, as if he’s been burned. “What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” I say, futilely hoping to placate him as I roll my shoulder to try and alleviate some pain.

“Cестра, tell me!”

“Y/N.” My father interrupts, standing, expecting me to avoid the subject. “What happened?” It’s not a request, but I still hesitate.

“I was on a run, HYDRA ambushed us, and I got hit.” Father begins to scowl. “It’s nothing. I’m alright, and we got the supplies. It’s all good.” But he doesn’t listen, turning towards Barnes who’s still seated with his hands clasped in his lap.

“Why wasn’t I notified that she was shot?” Father growls.

“I advised him not to. But I assumed he at least told you something about it.” I reply, though the question was not directed at me.

“I wanted to wait until after the doctors checked her over and she woke up. Make sure she was okay.” Barnes shrugs. “Besides, I mentioned that she had gotten a minor injury when we last spoke.

“It was a routine run, and there were extra men on scene. Nothing could have been done to prevent this.” I try again.

“And yet, she was shot and shot at! Would you consider that minor if it had been one of your men?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before!”

“She spent minimal time in treatment. And I can’t keep her away from all harm when she’s got her assignment. Otherwise, her presence here would be questioned.”

“I’m right here!”

“Father-”

“Not now, son. That was not our agreement, Barnes.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Fury.”

“Excuse me, but what agreement exactly?”

“And that’s not good enough.”

“What exactly would you have me do in this situation?”

“Fucking hell, ENOUGH!” I yell, catching the attention of both men finally. “You,” I point to my father, “do not and will not control how I do my job. Whatever fucking deal you made with Barnes behind my back, that I have yet to see, does not apply to me. My assignment and my mission have priority over that. And you!” I now turn towards Barnes. “You do not have a say in either. I am working with you as a courtesy both to my father and you. I didn’t have to let you know about my job, but I did. And I’ve done more than what I’m meant to do here. So, you owe me some fucking respect. Both of you do! So, this whole ‘ignoring Y/N while she talks’ thing stops here! This job comes with risks, and I am aware of all of them, and it is my call to take them. My physical wellbeing is not always guaranteed in this life, you should both know that. And I will not have either of you try to control that!”

“Done with your little speech now, princess?” Barnes snarks.

“Я збираюся його вбити.” I growl, fingers brushing my knife.

“No.” Both my father and brother say in unison, my brother less enthusiastically than my father. I roll my eyes, letting my hand fall back to my side.

“You both suck the joy out of everything.”

“Y/N.” My name falls past my father’s lips harshly, and I narrow my eyes. “Go take a breather.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl, ignoring the order in his voice.

“Now!”

“Ви ведете себе мудаком.” I mutter to my father before leaving, the door slamming behind me.

I stomp harshly away from the men in the hallway until no one is around. With the hall empty, I slump against the nearest wall, hearing soft footsteps near me.

“What?” I bark out when I hear them stop a few paces from me.

When I look, I find May watching me with an eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

“You sure know how to stir up trouble.” She remarks. I scoff, straightening up.

“They made it a bigger deal than it was. Ignoring me in the process. Was I just supposed to sit back and let them walk over me?”

“You know your father holds respect for you and trusts your judgement. He wouldn’t have let you do this if he didn’t.” She says quietly. I scoff again.

“He does until something happens. Then he reverts back to being the dick mafia boss that doesn’t listen because either I’m his daughter, a woman, or both. I haven’t figured out which it is.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” I ask coldly. “He sent you out here to watch me, didn’t he?”

“He did.” She confirms, and I roll my eyes. How did I know? “But that’s not the reason I’m here.” I regard her carefully. “I could have waited in the hallway for you to come back.”

“True. So why are you here?” My voice turns serious as I watch her.

“Thought you would like an update.” She says, lowering her voice once again.

“What have you got for me?”

“Nothing much, unfortunately.” I frown at her. “Your father, for some reason, wouldn’t give me a copy of the deal with Barnes. Only told me what you should know about it.”

So typical of him. I roll my eyes, and grumble under my breath. “You mean five words?”

“A bit more than that actually. Along with mutual cooperation against HYDRA, info sharing and a few other things, your father negotiated for your safety. And I don’t mean he made Barnes promise to keep you alive.” I motion for her to continue. “Every member of the Brookyln clan that knows about you, including Barnes himself, is sworn to protect you as if you are a member of the Barnes family.”

I pause, my mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait... as in...?”

“Yes, as in your life is just as important as their Boss’, maybe even a little more so. And they all had sworn to it before you even arrived.”

“Well shit.”

For clan members to swear to protect a stranger, yet alone a stranger from another family, as if they were the boss’ family, is practically unheard of. Not to mention that that stranger is the daughter of another clan’s boss and an FBI agent. I’m sure it wasn’t agreed to very easily and has probably never been requested before. So, it’s a big deal.

“I never thought it possible before either.” She whispers. “And there’s more.” It only takes a glance. “Apparently that attack that injured you was retaliation for Ian Quinn.”

“So, Barnes wasn’t wrong when he told me they have a mole.”

“Evidently not.”

“Is my father aware of the reason?” She nods.

“Apparently, Ian Quinn and Barnes’ situation was the main concern of their last call. Barnes had mentioned you had been injured, but more along the lines of a training accident.”

“No wonder he was so pissed. Still doesn’t excuse him though.”

“For the record, if I had known you were there-”

“You would have either shown up or broke in here to make sure I was ok.” I finish for her. She nods again. “As much as I appreciate your loyalty, that wouldn’t have helped anything.”

“I know.”

It’s silent, for a few moments.

“Hey, is Lincoln still running the streets?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“He isn’t your main informant, is he?”

“No.”

“Good. I need both.” She straightens up. “One of the runners that led us into that trap, he mentioned something about a Staten Island high roller. Said they knew HYDRA ‘was on our ass’. Which was news to me considering the fact I wasn’t even aware they were ‘on our ass’.”

“You want me to look into it?”

I nod. “And find out if there was anything that happened to the families, any of them, three months or more before her death.”

“You think one of them had something to do with it?” She questions, the skepticism clear in her voice.

“I’m not sure. We aren’t exactly close with any of them at the time, a little cooperation here and there, but we have the most shipment disputes with Staten Island. We intercept some of theirs, they return the favor. We kill the men that wander into our territory, they ambush our men.”

“They’d benefit from us being weak.”

“Or distracted. What if the families went to war? Manhattan and Brooklyn, plus both of our allies?”

“They wouldn’t be involved at all.” She says in realization, her voice still quiet,

“Nope, they don’t have any alliances with the other families. Remember the mole father found? The one who he was sure was meant to put the blame on us for George Barnes’ death?”

“I’ll look into it, see if I can find what you want. Plus, if anything, that might gain us the upper hand.”

I sigh. Running my hand through my hair. “I hope I’m wrong about this, but thanks May. And please-”

“I won’t say a word. For now.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I know she’ll only say something if there’s an immediate problem.

I nod in thanks, giving her a small smile. With that, she turns around and walks back towards the meeting. When she’s gone, I let my head fall back against the wall with a soft thud and close my eyes. Not long after, the soft approach of footsteps reaches my ear.

“Back so soon?” I quip, before opening my eyes to find Yelena just leaning on the wall across from me.

“That implies I would have to have left in the first place.”

“Never mind.” I sigh, pushing myself to stand straight, she follows suit.

“Who was that you were talking to?” She questions.

“No one that concerns you.”

I try to walk away, but she moves in front of me.

“Looked to me like the woman you met at the park the other day.” Her hands fall to her sides, seemingly causally, and she straightens her posture.

“I know you’re doing your job. But really, this doesn’t concern you, or the boss. If it did, I’d bring it up.” I try to walk around her, but I’m stopped again.

“You say that, but I don’t believe it.”

“I don’t care what you believe, get out of my way.” I try again, and I’m blocked again.

“Or else what?” She gives me a small smile, a challenging one. And I smile back.

With a step, and some careful maneuvering on my part, I have her pinned to the wall with my good arm as she lets out a little grunt on impact.

“Not bad.” She comments with a smug little smile.

“Listen.” I growl quietly. “I understand you’re sworn to protect your boss, but I also know you swore to protect me. And if you want to continue doing that, doing both of those, this will just stay between us. Just until I say otherwise.” I let her go and take a couple steps back while she glares softly at me. “Please.”

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupt and have Yelena pushing off the wall. One of Barnes’ men walks into the hall, a tall slim looking man with a weird hat (a beret I think).

“The boss says you have a job tonight, Maximoff. He wants you at the loading dock in two hours with Danvers.” His accent startles me slightly, there aren’t many Brits that I know in New York, but I just nod. I give a glance to, but she’s got the poker face down pretty well.

“Alright, I’ll talk to Carol about it. Has the visitor left as well?”

The man nods. Great, so my father is pissed off. Glad I’m not dealing with that.

“Thank you.” He nods at me again, then turns to Yelena.

“The boss wants to see you as well.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” She replies, and with that, the man turns and leaves.

Yelena looks at me, glaring just slightly, before I see the faintest of nods. When she’s gone from sight, I let out a little breath of relief. I’ll need to give her answers, and soon, but for now it’s good enough. What I’m concerned with now, is the job Barnes has me going on tonight. With me injured, I’m hoping it’ll be an easy one. However, as I’m learning with this situation and with HYDRA, nothing is ever easy.

Part 9

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Hello, love! I stumbled upon your blog a couple of hours ago, and I’m in awe of the way you write! I binge read the entirety of War of Wolves, and forgive me if you somehow addressed this before, but are you planning to release more chapters? It’s so beautifully crafted, it left me on the edge of my seat! I can’t wait to explore the rest of your blog🤍

Aww thank you so much! Your kind words mean a lot to me, especially at this point in my life! I was not sure if there were people still interested in a second season to WoW but I am planning on releasing more chapters, so stay tuned :D

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Never Been The Type To

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Mobster!Reader

Warnings: Cliff Hanger????

Author's Note: An accompanied piece to Tell Me I've Been Lied Too! I'm not sure where I will be taking these pieces but if y'all are interested I'll try and see where I can take this. Hope you all enjoy this follow up! Happy Readings Buns.

The shipment was torn into, bullet casings strewn amongst the wooden framing that adorned the floor of his warehouse. The longer he looks at the damaged goods the harder his jaw clenches, teeth grinding, as he looks over what will set him back months to replace. “Security’s been taken care of,” Steve calls from behind him flanking his side as he joins his boss, eyes assessing the scene.

“Cameras catch anything?”

Steve’s silence is enough to have Bucky sending his foot into the already damaged crates, the wood splintering further under his foot as the fire burns within him, rage all consuming. “What the fuck am I paying for then!” the brunette all but growls as he rounds on his best friend getting in his space. “No one,” he points to the doors behind Steve, “No one should have been able to get to these crates without a bullet between their eyes, do you know how far back this sets us? Do you know how much money I've lost to this? Give me something Rogers, something other than Security's been taken care of!”

Steves hard gaze is undeterred, “whoever did this knew what they were doing, they’re not some chump hired off the streets, it could have been a rat.”

Bucky’s jaw clenches as he glares his concierge down, “you telling me that you let a rat fly under your radar unnoticed,” he growls poking Steve in the chest, “don’t think Wilson would let something like that happen if he had your rank.” Steves features mirror his, “not what I'm saying,” the blonde grits teeth bared, “but this person knew what they were doing Barnes, they took out the cameras, took out our men and our cargo in a matter of minutes, whoever this is has it out for you.”

The brunette turns away from his friend, cold eyes going back to the problem at hand, “I took care of every last person who would even think of pulling some shit like this when I went after those who wronged my father.” Steve doesn’t have to say your name, for Bucky to know what he’s thinking, “she doesn’t have the drive to pull something like this,” Bucky lies turning away from his friend. “We can’t scratch her from the list,” Steve murmurs, “you lied to her, betrayed her trust, you murdered her father in front of her!”

Bucky’s on Steve in an instant his hands curled around the lapels of his collar, “I did what I had to do,” he growls, “she wasn’t made for this life Steve, couldn’t even see the corrupt shit her old man was doing behind her back, I had to do it! Her father was ready to sell her soul for the next big thing!”

“So you to lie to her, couldn’t be the bigger man and tell her what was going on? Had to be just like daddy?” Steve knows he deserves the fist to the face, but he also knows his boss needs to hear it, Steve had never agreed to what Bucky felt he needed to do you that night. Couldn’t stand at his best friends, stand at his bosses' side, the night he murdered your father. Steve knew your father deserved it with what he had planned for you, but he couldn’t agree with how Bucky went about it. “Feel better big man,” Steve spits, blood splattering the concrete, Bucky pushes him away, “Go home Rogers, you’re done here.”

“You think letting yourself into her home is going to make matters any better for you,” Steve calls after Bucky. “I’m getting answers Rogers, answers you all have failed to give me, go home to Peggy, you’re done.”

Your back was to the wooden oak doors of your office, cooled glass in hand as you look out the French windows of your home. It was dark out, your security having gone home for the night after inspection of your property, your father wouldn’t have agreed to the new change implemented, but they had families; loved ones who waited up for them, waited for their safe arrival home.

You swirl the cube of ice in your cup, bringing it to your lips as you swallow down the last of the amber liquid. You pretend not to hear the soft creak of your office door, the cautious steps into your office. You wait, “you have a death wish?” You chuckle placing the empty glass down onto your desk before you’re turning to face the man you once thought was the one.

You wondered if the ache in your chest would ever wane.

“If it’s my time, it’s my time,” you answer voice void of any emotion, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

In the dim of the office you catch the tick of his jaw, he’s annoyed, good. “Your dad’s gone and you just let your guard down? Anyone could just walk in and” he points his fingers at you in the representation of a gun going off right between your eyes. The laugh you let out is cold, “you’re the reason he’s gone James. Is that why you’re here asking stupid questions? You come to end my life the way you ended my fathers? Shame, was expecting you sooner than this, you’re slacking.”

The tick is more prominent, you’re getting under his skin, “I think you and I both know why I'm here.” You raise a brow, “no actually I don’t, care to let me in or are you going to leave me in the dark like you always did.” “Cut the shit y/l/n the cargo,” he grits, “you’re the only one who could have pulled an operation like that, you knew -”

You cut him off with a loud laugh, “you’re here because someone fucked with your shit and you think it was me?” “My men are dead because of you,” he growls. Your lips are set in a thin line as you stare the brunette down, “No your men are dead because of you. Not everyone has a vendetta to get those who wrong them Barnes, and my condolences to your men’s family but whoever fucked with your shit it wasn’t me. The day my father died was the day I vowed to myself never to be seen with the likes of you again.”

“If it wasn’t you then who was it? I made sure to take care of every last person who wronged my father, you’re the only one who could have -”

“Get out,” you grit, “I said get the hell out of my home Barnes!” you yell when he doesn’t move. “I want nothing to do with you, I don’t want to know anything about you, I hate you, I hate what you’ve done to me, who you’ve made me. I have lost so much because of you, I won’t let you take anymore.”

His lips part but you hold a finger up, head casted down as you will the knot in your throat away, “Get out. Please.”

The tick returns, but he doesn’t go against your word as he turns on his heel. It takes a lot of you not to crumble, your features stoned as you heave in shaky breaths. You turn to the desk picking up your burner unlocking the device as you pull up your messages. Opening the only message that sits there you draft up a reply, a file going attached with your warning.

‘This is all I know. Don’t let your guard down, he’s coming for all of you.’

With notification that your message had been received you're sending the device crashing into the floor, your heel cracking straight through the screen glass.

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Indecent Proposal masterlist

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, violence, blood, strong reader, arranged relationship, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, possible smut in future chapters (including mlm), polyamory, pansexuality, more to be added

A/N: I don't have enough ongoing series. So...suffer with me...

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A day out with Mob!Bucky in Paris 💐

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buckys-wintersoldier · 18 days

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Dinner with the mobster | Bucky Barnes

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Mob!Single!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Your boss - who is also the most feared man in town - asks you to go out for dinner with him. When he suggests to take his daughter with him, you agree to go out with them.

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James Buchanan Barnes, the most popular mobster in town, has at least one hundred men who are protecting him and another one hundred men as well as women who clean his house, cook for him, or do other chores. His house - his villa - near the forest is almost not even in town anymore. The man could have every woman, and almost every woman admires him. He has long brown hair, mostly tied into a bun; his beard is trimmed; he has ocean blue eyes; and he has a smile that could light up the darkest night. James has a muscular body, is tall, and is just the dream of every woman. But even though he could have it all, he lives with his daughter alone. But he has an eye on someone, someone who doesn’t look really interested in him, which slightly confuses him but makes her more interesting for the mobster.

“Daddy, look what I found,” his princess says with a proud smile, holding up a book in her hands.

He furrows his eyebrows, his legs spread, while he sits on his couch and waits for the woman he asked to come into his office. In his hand, he holds a glass of his favorite Bourbon while he looks at his daughter. She walks closer to him, pushing herself up to sit on his lap before she holds the book closer to his face. James reads the title on it and smirks.

“That’s the book your friends - my employees - wrote into, isn’t it?” he asks with a smirk.

He told all his closest employees to write into the book after his princess was sad about having just four people - next to her - written into it. Those people were James, Sam, Steve, and Natasha. And then she asked her daddy if he knew if some more who wanted to write into it. Of course she also has friends, but the little girl prefers the big men around her, commanding them around like her daddy does, and he enjoys seeing his well-working education.

“Do you wanna see it?” she asks, kissing her daddy’s cheek softly.

The small girl looks like James - just the smaller, female version - but she has the same brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and the same smirk and pout on her lips as her daddy.

“But just until Y/N is here,” James says, and he turns his daughter around.

With his hands wrapped around her tummy, he looks over her shoulder. Her small back is pressed against his broad chest. Then she opens the book and waits for her daddy to start reading. James does, and his princess is always telling him something about the pictures before he can turn to the next side.

After a few minutes, it knocks at the door, and he looks up to see you standing there, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. You play with your fingers, looking down, while you just stand there and wait for James to give you instructions.

“I- I can- I’m sorry for distracting you,” you mumble when your nervousness grows.

“No, it’s fine. I asked you to come here, so please come in,” he says with his rough voice, and you shiver slightly.

When you met him for the first time, he was scary, and being so close to such a dangerous man can still be scary, but he is all soft and sweet around you and makes you feel like you are special to him. Little do you know you’re special to him, and he would buy the whole town, the moon, or the whole universe for you just to see your smile and hear you laughing while he is the reason for it.

James leans closer to his daughter, kissing her cheek before he lifts her off his lap and places her in front of him.

“Tell Uncle Stevie he has to give you some cookies,” James says, laughing when he sees his daughter jumping around with a giggle before she runs out of the room.

His ocean blue eyes then meet you again, and he gets off the couch as well. James walks closer to the door, gripping the doorknob while he waits for you to walk into the room to close the door behind you. It makes you a bit uncomfortable to be all alone with him in a room, but you know you’re safe.

“Wanna drink something, Bourbon? It’s a good one, my favorite bourbon.”

“N-no, thank you. I- Uhm- I’m fine, really,” you mumble.

You could face palm yourself when you realize what you just said. He didn’t want to know more, just if you wanted to have a drink. You inhale deeply while he leads you to the couch. When the two of you are taking a seat, he smiles and turns his head toward you.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“N-no. I can take care of your daughter when you have plans for tonight.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he laughs softly and takes a sip of his bourbon. “More like, do you have time to go out with me?”

Your mouth drops open, and you swallow hard, rubbing your palms over your pants to dry the sweat.

“I- You’re my boss, James,” you say quietly, turning your head away.

He chuckles softly and slides his hand to your back, stroking it softly while he takes another sip of his bourbon. The shiver along your spine makes him grin even more, and the way your body reacts to his touch lets him admire you even more.

“I’m not asking you, actually. Babydoll, let me take you out, please.”

“I-I don’t want to overstep boundaries. I- James, I should go back to my room,” you mumble.

Bucky chuckles; the way his body vibrates against yours sent another shiver along your spine. His thumb moves closer to your lips before he slides it over them, making you gasp. Your boss is so close, you can feel his hot breath on your skin; his touches are like electricity, causing more goosebumps all over your skin. Bucky leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear, inhaling your scent before he kisses your earlobe.

“How about we take Mia with us? You love her, and she loves you.”

None of the two of you mentioned that there are feelings between you and Bucky. You nod softly, but he sees it and smiles, kissing your earlobe again. Then he pulls away.

“I will pick you up in an hour,” he says, getting up, and you follow.

The two of you walk to the door. He opens it and runs his fingers over your back before you walk out of the room and to yours to change into something better to go out with your boss.

Like he told you, he is knocking at your door an hour later, wearing a suit - like always - his cologne all around you, and you smile softly when you look into his beautiful face. His brown hair is tied back, and he holds the tiny hand of his daughter. She is smiling at you as well as her daddy, both admiring you in your dress. Bucky in another way as the girl, but they both can’t get their eyes off of you. Bucky clears his throat and takes a step to the side, letting you walk out of the room.

“You look beautiful, doll.”

You blush, scratching the back of your neck.

“Daddy said we gonna go to my favorite restaurant,” she tells you with a proud smile.

You’re still not pretty sure what to say or how to act since your boss has invited you to go out with him. So you smile nicely and walk with him and Mia to the cars in the garage.

Bucky is a gentleman, opening the door for you, making sure you’re comfortable, but always taking care of his daughter too.

When you arrive at the restaurant, he takes your hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. He makes sure you’re comfortable; otherwise, he would immediately let go of your hand. But there is not even a hint of discomfort on your face, just a small smile on your lips. Together with you and Mia, he walks to the entrance, letting the two of you walk into it before he follows you.

“Good evening,” the waiter says, his muscles tensing when he sees Bucky.

“Good evening, a table for three by the name of Barnes.”

The man in front of Bucky nods and shows you the table. You’re helping Mia out of her jacket and talking to her while you walk through the restaurant. The eyes of the people widen when they see James walking with his daughter and a woman through the room. He smirks when he offers you a seat, takes your and Mia’s jackets out of your hands, and sits across from you, smiling widely with his steel blue eyes piercing into yours. His tattoo-covered arms rest with the sleeves slightly up and his arms on the table, and he just admires you while you look between Mia and him with a small smile.

“Good evening. Have you already decided what you like to eat?” a woman asks, her smile shy, and her eyes dart from Bucky to you and back to the muscular man.

“As always, for my daughter and for me,” he says, then turns his face to you and smiles softly. “And you, doll?”

A shiver rushes through your body, and butterflies go crazy in your belly when he calls you by that nickname in front of other people. Then you look at the waitress and order your food as well. She just nods, takes the menus, and walks back to the kitchen.

“Y/N?” Mia asks, her hand touching yours.

“Yes?”

“Do you like daddy?”

You almost choke on your own saliva when she asks that. Of course you do; who doesn’t? He is a gentle and soft man; he is beautiful, muscular, and makes you laugh. You feel safe with him, not just because there are always some of his men around, but just because of him. On the other hand, he doesn’t act in a soft way with others like you always thought, which makes the feelings you have for him stronger. Bucky doesn’t say anything to the question; he just smirks and waits for you to answer, wanting to know what you think about him.

“I-I- He is nice, but he is my boss,” you mumble.

“But you like him?”

“Yes, but I like you too, Mia.”

“So do you want to be my new mommy?”

This question caught you off guard, and your jaw drops immediately. Bucky chuckles are low and rough, causing your skin to tingle. He makes you feel things you never thought you would feel, especially not for him. The most fearful man in town, a mobster. But also your boss, a wonderful and sweet man and daddy of a beautiful and cute daughter.

“Say yes, and I’m gonna make you mine tonight,” he says.

Your breath hitches, your body shakes softly in anticipation, and you nod. Do you want it? Want to be his? Of course, you definitely want to be his.

“Y-yes.”

Mia smirks, ready to throw herself around your neck, but the food arrives at your table and she learned manners from her daddy, so she just squirms a bit in her seat but starts eating and smirks the whole time at you. Your cheeks are red, and you fix the plate with food in front of you instead of facing Bucky. What if he just wanted to know what you feel for him, but he just wants to play with you? But he is just so soft with you and not with any other woman around him.

“Doll?” his rough voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look at him. “Please let me make you mine. I know the way you look at me, and you’re the only woman I want to have. I have loved you since we first met.”

“O-Oke. B-But I can’t work for you then. H-How can I pay for my things?”

“You don’t have to pay anything. Don’t forget who you’re talking to; you will get everything you need, and you just need to ask me,” he tells you with the softest smile you have ever seen.

When you nod again, his eyes light up, and he can’t help but get up to walk around the table. He gets on his knees next to you, capturing your cheeks with his big hands before he leans closer and presses his soft, plumb lips on yours. Kissing you in a way no one has ever kissed you before, so filled with love and passion. When you kiss him back, he smirks, pulling you even closer, and your hands grip his shoulder, your fingers sliding along his neck. Mia cheers quietly, giggling and looking at the two of you in awe while he bits into her nugget. You blush when Bucky leans back, his thumb stroking your lips, and his blue eyes say more than words could ever say.

“I love you, doll. My precious doll.”

“I-I love you, too.”

“Andddddd I love you. And my nuggies,” Mia says, holding her nugget up to show it.

“Yeah. We love you too, little girl,” Bucky laughs and kisses you again, then he gets up and takes his seat again to finish eating.

Your cheeks are still red, especially when you recognize that everyone in the restaurant was looking at the two of you. But when you look at Bucky, every fear fades away, and you feel just loved by him.

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Lost In The Shadows: Part Ten

A/N: I'm gonna try and be more frequent, start giving me Ideas for what type of series you want to see next, i’m curious and finished writing this one so lets see if I can start getting parts out more frequently, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

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Warnings: angst, and hospital stuff, if I forgot anything let me know please!

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Natasha took a taxi to the hospital as soon as her shift at inferno ended, she found out by a call from Andy, who she found in the waiting room on the floor Y/n was on. “What the hell happened?” She asked with concern as she stormed up to him.

It almost irritated Natasha how put together he was, in this worrying moment. “It was a bomb. That’s all we know so far.”

“And where is James?” All she had was questions, and Natasha didn’t want to consider how hurt Y/n was at the moment.

“He was in the car with her.” Andy looked down, concerned for both of them, with what Y/n had been going on about since coming back from Malibu he’d begun liking Bucky for her, seeing how happy he made her now.

“Are they okay?” Natasha asked with a weak strangled voice.

“I don’t know.” Andy sighed.

When Y/n’s eyes opened she could barely keep them that way because of the bright fluorescents, she groaned out of discomfort due to everything hurting. “Thank God!” Natasha hugged her aching body.

“Get off of me.” Y/n says. “Please.”

“I’m sorry if I thought you were dead.” Natasha rolled her eyes with a smirk.

Y/n sighed, shaking her head, then her eyes widened. “Where’s Bucky?”

“He’s in the room next door.” She explained shortly.

Y/n felt relieved that he was at least at the hospital as well. “Is he okay?” She leaned up causing her to groan slightly.

“Are you okay?” Y/n gave Natasha a look after she asked, clearly more interested in if her husband was alright. “He’s fine. Now what about you?”

“I’m fine, clearly, I’m awake at least. Is he awake?” She asked with wide eyes looking at the red head.

Natasha frowned at Y/n’s lack of concern for herself, and that this was the answer was possibly gonna upset Y/n. “Not yet, but he is stable, from his surgery considering what happened.”

Y/n’s concern now shot through the roof. “What happened? I need to see him now, if something is wrong.” She began to try and force herself up out of the bed, trying to take the heart monitor thing off, and getting ready to try and do the same thing with the IV.

“Y/n, that's not a great idea.” Natasha pushed her lightly so she laid against the pillow again, Y/n arched a brow at that. “You’ve been in bed for a week, unmoving, your legs are probably going to be weak, don’t rush anything.”

Y/n looked at Natasha with annoyance. “Nat, I’m fine, I want to see him, what’s wrong, what happened?” Nat stays silent, as Y/n in her head slowly pieces together what is going on. “Why don’t you want me to see him?” She squints.

“I want you to heal, I never said I didn’t want you to see him.” Natasha could see Y/n’s anger growing, and even though Natasha could be considered one of her closest friends she, like everyone else in New York, didn’t want to be the one on the receiving end of it.

Y/n nodded. “Sure. I’m asking this one more time Nat, as a fair warning, why don’t you want me to go see my husband?”

Natasha only had one answer for this. “Because it might give you a stress ulcer if you do. Or you’ll work yourself till you do, because that's what you do for comfort.” Natasha rushed all of this out, along with the bit of rambling. Y/n began getting up again, she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. She stood and began, well barely walking, she was mad that one of Natasha’s excuses were real, her legs were feeling numb. “Do you want me to get you a wheelchair?”

“I’m gonna walk in that room, no one will be taking me in there.” Y/n said with her normal defiance, making Natasha roll her eyes. “So will you help me walk to the door?” She whined. Natasha smiled, moving to help her walk to Bucky’s room door.

Y/n was still being supported while walking by Natasha as they walked into the room. Steve along with Bucky’s family sat in the room, Y/n quickly acted as if she hadn’t been using her friend as a crutch a moment ago. “What happened? Is he okay?” She asked them since Natasha seemed to be answer less.

“Y/n, calm down, he’s stable.” Steve said, as he came up to her.

“I already know that, I know he’s stable and fine, but what else happened that everyone seems to be trying to cover up for me, I just want to make sure he is okay!” Y/n snapped at everyone in that moment, she didn’t want to hear what she already knew.

“Y/n.” Her eyes shift to Winifred, Y/n’s look softening slightly. “I want to talk to Y/n alone.” She tells everyone else, soon they all shuffle out of the room.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked softly, moving slowly towards a chair in hopes that her legs wouldn’t give out in the few steps.

“I understand you don’t want to have this sugar coated, but it’s gonna be a lot to take in.” Winnifred gently warned, all of this was freaking her out even more, from where she currently sat, Bucky looked fine, other than his usual stubble growing out a bit more, he still looked the same. “Do you remember what happened?” Y/n shook her head, all she remembered was the argument. “Someone put a bomb in the trunk of the car, it went off, and it destroyed the car. Luckily you and James were alright, but a part of the scrap metal sliced mostly through his arm, so doctors had to make a choice.”

Y/n sat there only thinking of what Bucky was gonna do when he woke up, the car he’d put so much work into was now scrap metal, and said the car also was the reason his arm was amputated. “Is there anything else?”

Winnifred shook her head. “We’ll find out when he wakes up.”

Y/n had been released from the hospital two days after waking up, all she wanted to do was stay there with Bucky. Andy had been taking care of business while she’s been gone, and continued to do so, for the past two weeks, while she waited with concern, everyone who knew her personally saw this very uncharacteristic thing for her to be doing. The door to Bucky’s room opened behind where she was sitting, she turned around to see who was coming in, and it was Andy. “Hmm?” She hummed as if to ask why he was there.

“We, Natasha, George and a few others, think it’s best if for a little bit you and James go…somewhere, after he wakes up, I was waiting for him to wake up to tell you, but I think it’s best if you head to the airport after he is released.” He explained all of this to Y/n.

“Why should we leave? There isn’t a reason to.” She shook her head at him.

Andy sighed. “Because, you know, whoever put that bomb in the car wasn’t trying to kill James, and you know that, they were actually after you, that would make this the first attack on the head of a family in almost what fourty years. If someone is after you, you need to get out of the states for a bit, you know I’ll call you when I think things are better.”

“I didn’t agree to it.” Y/n stopped him.

“Y/n, you have to see where we are coming from, we what you two safe for a bit, I know you can handle a shoot out and other things but this isn’t like what you have seen already, let me handle it from here, I’ll keep you updated, I’ll send you anything you’ll need to know and if it affects the business, for now do what I’m telling you.” Andy made sure to show her that he was serious himself.

“We’ll talk more about this another time.” She told him, Andy nodded before he left the room.

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marvellous1917 · 9 months

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Icarus Falling

(Part 2)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x female!tattoo artist!reader

Summary: It’s gonna be a busy day. Giving a tattoo to a mobster that broke into your home was nothing compared to the fact that you can’t stop thing about how fucking hot he is.

Warnings: lots and lots of swearing, mention of crime (duh), fights, broken bones, tattoo needles, threats, think that’s it.

Part one ⬇️:

A/N: AAHHHH the response to part one was actually insane!!!! I hope this second part is good enough. Love u all <3

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Bold is reader’s thoughts.

Italics is Bucky’s thoughts.

The size of the tattoo is in inches.

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Walking to the shop, your thoughts were running a mile a minute. Holy fuck, what the fuck, did last night actually happen?, James Barnes is gorgeous and made falling asleep last night really fucking difficult, screw him for making me all hot and bothered. Asshole. But one persistent one came screaming to the front- how the fuck am I supposed to tell Frank?

Unfortunately there was not a lot of time to come up with an answer to that, the shopfront coming into view as you turn the corner. Jigsaw Ink stood proud in the middle of the busy Brooklyn street, the black paint of the walls in stark contrast to the pastel pink of the florists’ to one side and the baby blue of the cafe the other.

The shop was a second home to you, the couch at the front becoming a bed for you sometimes after a night out, or if Caleb was being an ass. Frank was nice enough to let you crash when you needed, trusting you with his business. Frank, and the other two artists at the shop, Billy and Curtis were like family - a weird combination of protective older brothers and best friends who were terribly bad influences on you.

The bell on the door rang when you opened it and there was a yelled “Y/N? That you?” from a deep voice at the back of the room.

“Yeah Frankie, it’s me. I thought Billy was supposed to be here, not you?” You yelled back, moving behind the counter toward your station, dropping your bag and taking off your jacket.

“He was, but he managed to get his ass knocked out last night so he’s taking the day off,” Frank replied laughing, walking out from the back towards you.

“What? Is he ok?” You ask, giving Frank a hug when he got closer.

“Managed to piss somebody off at a bar, not really sure what happened, but he’s fine. Just stupid,” he replied, patting your back as you release him.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but he is an idiot I swear, you can guarantee it was his fault as well,” you say.

Frank chuckle and nods as a response, “yeah I bet. Hey , you got many appointments today?” He asks.

Shit. How the fuck am I supposed to tell Frank Castle - literally the most protective man on earth - that I had to move all of my appointments to next week because a damn mobster broke into my house and demanded I gave him a tattoo today.

“…uh. No just the one, I had to move the rest,” you answer, praying to whoever was listening that Frank wouldn’t ask any questions.

“Why’s that?”

Fuucckkkk.

“Umm..no reason really..” your mind went completely blank, the only thing running through you head were those goddamn blue eyes.

“Kid, what’s going on?” Franks’ eyes narrowing, seeing straight through your bullshit response.

Ughhh. Change the subject right now. “Y’know you call me kid all the time, you’re not that much older than me Frankie. I mean there’s only-”.

“You’re ramblin’ kid. The fuck is going on?” He says, all sense of humor him from his voice.

Ah, there his is, protective Frankie coming in full force.

“Shit. Ok so here’s what happened-” you tell him the full story, coming home from work to see a dangerous criminal chilling in your apartment, the fear that came with that lovely surprise, Caleb’s debt, the weird philosophical conversation, the tattoo talk. All of it.

Of course, excluding the part where you found yourself extremely attracted to the fucking mobster, his weirdly slightly comforting presence, and the fact that the memory of those blue eyes where all you could see as your hand slipped between your legs before you fell asleep.

To be fair to the man, Frank listened to every word you had to say, not interrupting one. But you could see on his face every single emotion he was feeling, the main one being just straight up confusion.

“Lemme get this straight. The fucking Winter Soldier broke into your house last night and is coming in for a tattoo in..” he checked his watch as he spoke, “..an hour?”

“..yeah.” Hit the nail on the head there Frankie.

“Shit.” He says, rubbing his hand over his face in an act of desperation.

“Yep.” You say, patting his arm to try and reassure him.

“Alright, I’m gonna be here the whole time, don’t you worry about that kid. You’re gonna be fine.” He assures you, obviously worried about you.

“I know that Frankie, and if it’s any consolation, he didn’t seem all that bad.” You answer.

“Not that bad?!” He almost shouts, and incredulous look on his face, “Y/N he’s a fucking gangster. He’s fucking danger-“

“FRANK!” You yell, the only way to cut off his tirade before it starts. “I know that, but last night he didn’t do anything bad,okay, and if he wanted to hurt me, he definitely would have done it by now. I’ll be fine Frank, I’ll just give him the tattoo and that will be it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta set everything up.” You say, moving back to your station, beginning to grab everything you need.

“Holy fuck kid, how are you not freaking the fuck out right now?” He whisper shouts, running one hand up and down his head.

“I’m not sure. I think…I think I trust him not to hurt me. It’s weird, but my gut’s telling me I’ll be fine.” You answer, starting to print some different sized stencils.

“Kid your brain is brok-” Frank starts to say but he’s cut off by his phone ringing. He pulls it from his pocket and says “Shit, it’s my kids’ school, I gotta take it.”

You wave him off, Frank answers the phone with a sigh.

He walks off to the back of the shop, leaving you to finish setting up your station. Frank talks for a minute and wander back towards you.

“My girl got into a fight at school, Maria’s busy at work so I’ve got to go get her,” he says, dragging his hands down his face, in a way only an exasperated father could.

“Oh my god is she ok?” You ask.

“She’s fine, but apparently she broke some little shitheads nose for picking on her friends,”

“Like father, like daughter then,” you respond with a laugh.

“Can the people I care about stop getting themselves in dangerous situations for like five goddamn seconds.” Frank says, throwing a pointed glare your way.

“Frankie, how many times, I’m gonna be fine alright, go get your kid and -I dunno- take her out for ice cream, tell her she did good.” You say, pushing him to the door.

“Only if you’re one hundred percent certain you’ll be fine.” He says, already pulling his jacket from the hook.

“I’m good I swear, now go!”

“Ok ok I’m going, stop pushing me” he says, leaving the shop and letting the door fall closed behind him, the bell ringing as it did.

Only a minute passed before your phone pinged with a text.

James:

Have you already forgotten about me that quickly doll?

Send me the address to the shop

Now… please

Fuck me. Why does just his text give me fucking butterflies. Ugh. How irritating.

You send him the address and his response is cheeky as shit.

James:

See you at 1 doll, you better be wearing something pretty for me.

Little shit.

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You had the music in the shop bumping, using it to help calm your pounding heart, adrenaline starting to get the best of you. Your favourite song came over the speakers so you turned it up and started to dance a little, knowing that you had at least 10 minutes before Barnes turned up. Unfortunately this action caused you to miss the ringing of the bell on the door.

Holy shit - ink and a show, today is going better than expected already.

Bucky slowly let the door close, trying not to disturb the dancing girl he couldn’t get out of his head. He lent against the wall, just watching and waiting…and staring.

Shaking out your hands to get rid of any nerves, you turn and nearly scream when you see Barnes stood at the door.

“Oh god, sorry I didn’t hear you come in,” you say, subtly looking him up and down and damn he looks good. Ever the powerful mobster, he wore a black suit, his black shirt had no tie and was unbuttoned at the top. His hair was slicked back from his face, opposite to how it was the night before. This was the other side of him, the business man - James Barnes: the face of multiple charities, the man that law enforcement could never seem to put behind bars. Last night you met the threat, the assassin, and you may be one of the first in his history to survive a meeting with the Soldier.

“No problem doll, I was enjoying the show,” he says, pushing off of the wall and stalking towards you.

Oh my god, “oh..ok, well I have everything set up and ready so if you’re ok to start I say let get going,” you respond, turning to the part of the shop where your station was, nerves flooding back, wanting to get this over as soon as possible.

“Damn girl, not even any small talk?” He asks, slowly following you to the table.

“Oh sorry, I would have asked how your day has been so far, but I didn’t want you to think I was prying into your business. I wouldn’t want you to think I was being disrespectful ab-”

“Ramblin’ again doll, thought I told you that you don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said softly, sounding genuine. “I know what people say about me, I understand why you would be nervous, but I just ask you to not believe everything you hear, ok doll? I’m not who they say I am.” His tone was gentle, almost tired but still pleading, hoping you believe him.

“So you’re not a mobster?” You ask, voice low and calm.

“Oh no I am,” he responds with a small laugh, “I am, and I do what gangsters do. But I am not the ruthless animal I’m made out to be, doll I’m just not. I do what needs to be done.”

His voice breaks slightly on the pet name. His tone is so sincere and tired. Oh my..he’s telling the truth. It actually affects him to hear that about himself.

“Ok,” you respond, siting on your stool next to your station and the table, looking up at him with no fear in your eyes, trusting his words.

“Ok? That’s your response?” He asks, moving around the table to sit on it directly in-front of you.

“Yeah. What did you want me to do Barnes, not believe you?” You ask, all fear gone from your voice.

“Of course not,” he says, confusion laced in his voice, his eyebrows furrowed, “but I wasn’t expecting you to believe me immediately, shit you were scared of me like a minute ago.”

“I know but I think I trust you? You haven’t done anything to me, y’know other than breaking into my apartment. I trust you when you say you’re not someone I should be afraid of.” You answer truthfully.

“…good.” He says, at a loss of what to say next.

“Good. So, Barnes, are we doing this or what?” You ask.

“Yeah let’s do it doll, and please, call me Bucky.” He responds, shrugging off his jacket, folding it and placing it on the head of the table. You had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the way his arms filled out his shirt, but damn it was hard. He sat silently waiting for you to talk.

“Ok..Bucky.. tell me about what size and what placement you want for this.” You say, “I printed some sizes out because I wasn’t sure what size you wanted, and I can reprint or adjust it based in what you want.”

“Oh you a real professional, huh? Not gonna lie to you doll, that serious voice is kinda getting me goin’” he says, smirk on his face, leaning back on his arms, lifting his hips and moving slightly on the table.

Fuck me, what is this man doing to me? He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s talking again.

“I want to get it on my forearm, the inside, and I think that size looks good,” he says, pointing to the 10x8 you printed.

“Ok that sounds good, which arm were you thinking?”

Silence. He stares down at you, an unreadable look on his face. You break eye contact and then freeze.

Shit. Shit. You dumbass. Which arm? Which fucking arm? Are you kidding? I can literally see his metal fucking hand. Oh dear god.

The silence between you goes on for entirely too long. You’re not sure whether you should apologise or wait for him to speak first. You weren’t sure if he would be offended, having a reminder of his injury.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just continues to stare down at you, that blank look on his face. Looking back up at him, you start to apologise but the words get caught in your throat. His eyes. He couldn’t control them the same way he did his face, tons of different emotions flowing through them, none lasting long enough for you to understand before another one took its place.

If only you knew what he was actually thinking. She asked which arm. She knows about my arm, everyone does, but she still asked. She forgot. The arm is all people see, a weapon, an instrument used to inflict nothing but pain. It’s all people see, but she forgot. That’s not what she sees. Maybe…maybe she just sees me.

He’s shuts his racing thoughts down, fully aware of how awkward the silence was becoming. “I’m thinking my right arm might be a little easier for you doll,” he says, an amused look crossing his face, his tongue poking his cheek.

You open your mouth to apologise for your mistake but he holds up his right hand and says, “and please, you don’t have to apologise like I know you’re going to, we’re all good darlin’.”.

He’s gotta stop with the pet names before I melt.

“Ok, uh, are you sure, because I honestly meant no disrespect or anything. I-,” you start, but Bucky cut you off quickly.

“Darlin’, what did I just say?” A stern tone coats his words and goddamn does it send a shiver down your spine. You internally roll your eyes and look away, back to your station, when you feel two warm fingers on your jaw, turning your head back to looks at him. Holy fuck. He places his thumb on the other side of your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him as he leans in closer. His voice was low when he said, “That wasn’t a rhetorical question, Y/N, what did I just say?”

Jesus fucking wept. Somehow his use of your name made your heart pound, and the fact that his hand was so warm and strong holding onto your face.

“You said we’re all good..” you answer trailing off at the end of your sentence. His eyes don’t move from yours for a second.

“And?” He asks, tilting his head slightly.

Christ alive.

“I don’t have to apologise..” you say, eyes flicking between his and falling to his lips for a second and then back to his eyes.

“That’s right darlin’,” his eyes dropped to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his lip. “So stop, okay?” He says, lifting your chin to catch your eye.

“Yes sir.” It’s an automatic response but you can’t help but be a little proud of yourself when he lets out a small throaty growl at the name.

“Careful doll.” He responds, letting go and leaning back, “How about we get started before I do something you regret, hmm?”

Like I could regret you.

You turn back to your station to try and clear your head of all the dirty thoughts running wild. “Ok.. Bucky, if you could roll up your sleeve so I can wipe the area, I’ll place the stencil and you can check if it’s where you want it to be.” You say, not used to the name he said to call him by.

“Mhm,” he hums, releasing the cuff link on his right sleeve, his prosthetic catching the glare of the light above, the plates shining. He places the cuff link in the pocket of his jacket and begins rolling up his sleeve and folds it at his elbow.

You clean the area and place the stencil straight on his arm, and peel it off.

“There’s a mirror on the wall over there, you can check if it’s alright.” You say.

“Okie dokie doll,” he responded the furrowed his brows, like he was confused at why he said that, not very gangster of him.

I like him. He says okie dokie.

“Looks good there darlin’, and as much as I hate to say it, we gotta speed this up a little, I’m expecting a call at some point around 2:30 and I’d prefer you not have to hear it.” He says, coming back to the table, sitting down and swinging his legs up onto it.

You take his arm, putting it on the rest in a position easiest for tattooing while saying “Why’s that? Would you have to kill me if I overheard your call?” You ask, enough humor in your voice for him to know you’re joking.

“Probably, depends how much you hear.” He said, completely deadpan. He looks at you and you have the strangest feeling that he actually wouldn’t hurt you either way.

“Shit ok. Is that position comfortable for you?”

“I’m all good darlin’, let’s go,” he says, adjusting his position on the table slightly. His left arm rests across his stomach as he sits on the table, leaning against the backrest, his ankles crossed.

“Ok I’m gonna do a small line so you know how it feels,” you look at him and he nods. You draw a line about 2 centimetres long then stop, “how’s that?” You ask.

“Ain’t nothin’ doll, keep goin’.” He responds.

“Ok here we go.” You say, getting back to it.

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You’ve been tattooing for about 40 minutes, and there hasn’t been a word spoken between the both of you. His arm kept flexing whenever you moved away, and he kept clenching his jaw, like he was in pain but was refusing to admit it, even to himself.

“Are you ok? We can stop for five if you want a break? I’ve just finished the outline so I’ve got to change needles anyway.” You ask, disrupting the silence between you, moving the machine away from his arm so you can switch to a higher grouping for the blackwork.

“I’m fine Y/N, how much longer do you think it’ll take?” He asks, moving his head to look at the outline that you had completed.

“Oh it’s hard to say, but probably another 30 at least,” you respond, looking at him while he was admiring the tattoo so far.

God he’s pretty.

“Shit.” He says, rubbing his forehead with his other hand.

“Are you worried about your call?” You ask calmly.

“Not worried about the call itself… just having to do it here may cause some issues.” He responds, lowering his hand to his thigh.

“Because I’m here? I can go to a different room if you want?” You say, placing the machine back on your station, and turning to look at him fully.

“It’s ok doll, to be honest with you, nothing that needs to be said will make any sense to you anyway, and I mean that in the least offensive way possible.” He says, looking at you with apologetic face, tilting his head slightly. “But depending on the news I get, I wouldn’t want my reaction to… scare you.”

“Oh.. well I guess we’ll see when your call comes.” You answer, unsure of how to react to that.

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The sharp ringing of his phone interrupts the sounds of the machine. You move the machine away from him, turning it off so he could speak freely without noise.

“I really am sorry about this darlin’, but it’s important-”

“Answer it then, it’s fine Bucky.” You cut him off, concerned he was going to miss it if he kept talking.

He gave you another apologetic look, and then turned his back to you to get off the table and answer the call.

You sat in silence as he started to speak.

“Rogers, what did ya find?” His voice changes from how he speaks to you, deeper and more serious.

The person on the other line speaks for a moment before Bucky responds, “we already knew that, didn’t we? What new information did you find?”

Silence.

“Of course he is..,” there is anger in his tone now, “get someone to tell the asshole he can threaten what he likes, I’m not sitting down with him.”

A moment goes by and you think that may have been the end of it, until you see his shoulders tense and-

“FUCK NO!” He shouts, making you jump a little.

“No Rumlow Gets Nothing, I don’t give a shit what he’s doing… Then send the commissioner a goddam gift basket Steve, some portraits of his family would be nice, remind him why he pays us the fucking protection fee.” He seethes at the man down the phone.

This should not be turning me on, shit.

“For fucks sake… Walker is nothing Steve, just some fucking Nazi junkie with a rich daddy, trying to get his hands on my shit…get Nat to bring his ass in, I’ll deal with it Steve… I said I’d deal with it.”

His tone on the last sentence sends a shiver down your spine, what the fuck does ‘deal with it’ mean?

“Ah shit is he ok?” Bucky asks, tone soft now, caring even, “Damn, he’s gonna be out for blood now.. good for him.. give Clint the week off, find the guys and give the pricks to him, let him get out some of his pent up craziness out.”

Oh Clint sounds fun.

“Ok, alright I gotta go now man. Yeah I’m at the shop… nah it’s nothing..yeah ya did… ok fuck off now.. later man.”

He hangs up the phone, takes a death breath and pinches the place between his eyebrows, his other hand going to his hip. He stands like that before he turns back to you, with a small awkward smile. That was cute.

“Sorry about that doll, hope I didn’t upset ya,” he says, walking around the table and looking down at you.

“You didn’t. I gotta ask though, is your friend or whoever ok?” You ask, not bringing up the start of the call where the man in-front of you all but admitted to a multitude of crimes - blackmail, extortion, supplying drugs. He sounded different- genuine when he asked if the man was ok. It was sweet.

“Clint? Yeah no he’s fine, got jumped last night so he’s pissed about it, but he’s ok, worst thing he got were some nasty bruises and a broken finger.” Bucky responds, confusion on his face, wondering why you care.

“How did he break a finger?” you ask, moving backwards as he sits back on the table.

“Oh he didn’t go down without a fight, clocked one of them on his way out,” he says with a small chuckle.

“Ah, good for crazy Clint,” you say with a smile.

Bucky let’s out a sharp quick laugh, “that exactly what I thought doll,” he says, leaning back and putting his arm on the rest, “ready when you are.” He adds.

Ok right back to it. Got it boss.

“Ok, should only be about 10 more minutes.” You say.

“Alright doll.” He answers, leaning his head back on the rest, tilting his head so he could watch you.

Ten minutes later you were finished, putting your machine down for the final time.

“Okie dokie, I’m all done. Have a look in the mirror, see what ya think,” you say, hoping he liked it, not much you could do about it if he didn’t.

He moves over to the mirror, checking out his new ink, twisting his arm around to see it fully. He’s silent for a little while before he says, “fuck doll, you’re a damn artist.”

“Does that mean you like it?” You ask, failing to hide the hope in your voice.

“I love it. Couldn’t have asked for a better one for my first piece.” He says, walking forwards to stand in-front of you, letting you wrap the fresh tattoo, handing him a leaflet on aftercare as you talk.

“You’re shitting me,” you say, “was that seriously your first one?”

“Yeah, why are you so surprised darlin?” He responds, tilting his head.

“I don’t know, just sorta thought you’d have them all over.” You answer.

“All over, huh. You been thinking about me naked doll?” He says with a cheeky grin, talking half a step closer to you.

Shit.

“What, n-no of course not, why would I do that. I mean I’m sure you look good - uh fine.. naked but I don’t-” you cut yourself off before you embarrass yourself anymore.

“No, no ramble on Y/N please, I’m really enjoying watching you try to figure your way out of the grave you’re digging right now,” he says, chucking lightly.

“Shut up Bucky, leave me alone” you responds, looking down at your feet.

“Hey,” he grabs your chin, again, and add pressure until you’re looking up at his eyes, “don’t ever try and tell me what to do, darlin, I don’t tend to respond well to it. I won’t ‘shut up’ and I’ll never ‘leave you alone’… I like ya too much for that.” He says, sounding like a mix between a threat and a compliment.

“Uh.. okay.” You answer, not sure how to respond to his words.

He can tell that you don’t know what to say, so he mercifully breaks the silence. “I love the tattoo doll, it’s looks amazing. You’ve got a talent Y/N.” He drops his hand from your chin as he speaks.

“Thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” You answer sincerely.

“How much do I owe you sweetheart?” He asks, reaching into his jacket for his wallet.

That’s a new one.

“Uh, say $180?” You respond.

“$180? Damn you gotta charge more than that doll,” he says pulling some bills from his wallet.

He hands you the bills and says “now that’s for today and it should cover next time too, take half for now and half for then.”

You’re stunned by the fact that he’s already planning for next time but your jaw actually drops when you look at the bills.

They were hundreds.

“Woah I think you gave me the wrong bills,” you say, trying to push the bills back in his hands.

“No I didn’t, I know what I gave you. $180 for today, say $200 for next time and the rest is tip.” He answers smoothly, folding your hand back over the bills.

You look down to count and start shaking your head, “I can’t accept this, it’s way too much.”

“Consider it a thank you for dealing with the inconvenience of me having to do business in the middle of the appointment.” He says with a smile.

“Bucky this is 2000 dollars.”

“I know.” He puts up his hand again, stopping you from talking, “I’m not taking it back doll, just have it will ya?” He says, rolling his sleeve back down, doing the cuff back up with the cufflink and placing his jacket back on.

“Oh my god, you’re serious aren’t you?” You ask, unbelievable he wanted you to have over fifteen hundred dollars as tip.

“Yes I am.” He answers, straightening his jacket, “it also may be a small bribe.”

There it is.

“A bribe for what?” You ask, expecting his to ask you to keep quiet about his call.

“I want you to be my artist, anytime I want a tattoo, I want you doing it for me.” He says, smiling down at you with a hint of…something him his eye.

“Really?” You ask in shock, not expecting that from him.

“Yeah, like I said earlier, you got talent. I want more of you on me.” Bucky says smirking at the euphemism he made.

Fuck me running.

“Oh..shit.. yeah ok, that sounds..,” you swallow heavily, “sounds like a plan.” You smile up at him, trying to hide the way his words affected you.

He smiles back, stepping closer and closer until his chest is almost touching yours.

“Yes it’s does. You’re mine now doll,” he says, a dark look in his eye. You swallow hard again and your breath stutters at his words, eyes going straight to the floor. He notices your reaction and smirks, “my artist, I mean.” He continued.

“Although, judging by your little reaction there, I’d bet you be ok with that, wouldn’t you doll?” He says, his tone slightly mocking.

You say nothing.

He hums, then places his right hand on your cheek and tilts your head so you’re looking him in the eye again.

“Would you?” He asks softly.

“Maybe,” you whisper, a cocky smile breaking out on his face.

“Maybe, huh? ‘Mkay, guess I’ll just have to convince you then doll.” He says back, leaning closer, eyes going to your lips before he looks back up, giving you a chance to get out of the situation.

“Guess so.” You respond, some confidence back in your voice.

He hums again, and then he’s kissing you. His kiss is forceful but somehow still gentle, like he’s holding back as much as he can.

Fucking finally you can’t help but think as you move your hand to his wrist, the other one going to his left bicep, the feel of the solid metal under your hand was new, but not unwelcome.

His metal hand moves, wrapping around your back and pulling you against him, deepening the kiss when you gasp.

Reluctantly, you break the kiss when you run out of air. He leans back, the pressure on your back relieving a bit.

“Damn doll, what the fuck are you doing to me?” He asks, biting his bottom lip.

“Something good, hopefully.” You respond cheekily.

He groans, leaning his head back. “Yeah hopefully darlin’. I hate to say it sweetheart but I gotta get going.” He says, releasing his hold on you. He moves towards the door and for a second you think he going to leave without another word, until he turns back and says “I’ll talk to you later doll, keep your phone on or I’ll drop by.” He finished his sentence with a wink, and then he’s gone, the bell on the door ringing behind him.

Fuucckk. Maybe I’ll break my phone so he has to come by. Who knew the fucking Winter Soldier was actually a gorgeous softie under it all.

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A/N: Ta da! Finally complete!! Love everyone of you that read this, mwah 😘

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