#MOB BOSS BUCKY

[gutsby]

Trigger Tease(r)

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Before his morning briefing, your mob boss husband decides to take a pit stop in the sauna with you.

Warnings: 18+. Oral (f!receiving). Gentle fingerfucking. Praise and degradation. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Bucky talking you through it. Bimbofication if you squint.

Notes: @sluttylittlewaistenthusiast - you inspired me 🪽 I just had to crank out a little teaser for the third installment of Wedded Bliss. I hope y’all like it 💓

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In between breakfast and the start of your husband’s early briefing, you found yourself situated in much the same way you’d been spending a lot of time these days: pinned up against the wall of a wood-paneled sauna, Bucky’s broad shoulders supporting both of your legs as he buried his face deep between your thighs. You sighed.

“Hold still,” Bucky grunted, voice muffled as he tried to keep your slick, squirming body in place above him.

You yelped and seized a fistful of his hair when he wedged his tongue even further inside you, nudging your clit with his nose almost too teasingly and deliberate.

“I can’t…help it,” you bit back, ignoring the brief glare you earned from your husband as soon as you said it, “Your tongue’s just so— s— James!”

This time, Bucky let out a full-throated groan when you yanked on those poor wet locks of his—‘Gonna make me bald by next Christmas if you keep doin’ that, honey’—and he pried his head from your legs just long enough to knock you flat on the sauna bench close by.

The western red cedar seared hot on your skin, already flushed from the exhaustion wrought by Bucky’s tongue; you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up when he pushed you onto your back and crawled over your body.

“How ‘bout my fingers, doll? Can you take a couple’a those for me?” Bucky crooned above you as he stroked your hair, bathed in pure sunlight pouring in from the windows. His voice was a touch more sympathetic now.

After all, this was your third orgasm of the morning. It really wasn’t fair for him to use that biological weapon of mass destruction he liked to call his tongue when he knew how sensitive your clit would get from just one ‘O’. Even his hands might be too much in your current state.

Bucky was busy peppering your skin with kisses, working his way from the base of your neck to the crown of your head, when you whimpered and tried to fight a smile.

“Finger,” you corrected him, “Just one finger, Barnes.”

You would’ve thought you’d just thrown your wedding ring in his face and told him to eat shit. Just one?

“How’s one finger s’posed to stretch you out for my cock, huh? Practically had you screamin’ when I stuck it in last night,” Bucky wasn’t one to hide his amusement, grinning even bigger when you swatted him on the arm.

“Who said anything about your cock?” You tried to keep cool as Bucky’s fingers trailed right back down to the place you felt yourself throbbing, aching for his touch, “You have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Meeting doesn’t start until I say so, my love,” Bucky reminded you just as his index ghosted over your folds.

In truth, he was willing to play this game any way, and for however long, you wanted it done, so long as he was the one bringing you pleasure. Be that his cock, his finger, or all fucking five on one hand, Bucky just wanted to get you off. It was better sustenance to him than the whole damn meal the two of you had eaten that morning.

Bucky kept it down to one digit and lightly circled your bundle of nerves when he sensed you were ready.

You gripped his forearm and shot a quick look between your legs, still in disbelief as to how he could make you feel this good so soon after you’d cum twice before. You felt his lips drift over to yours and steal a few kisses.

“Always doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praised, moving his finger in circles. When you whined against his mouth, he pressed it even harder, “Such a good girl for daddy.”

“James,” you breathed, clenching your legs together.

“Everything OK?”

“Uh-huh.”

More than OK, in fact. That delectable coil of sweet, euphoric release was already swelling gently in your tummy. Bucky moved his finger even faster.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured low in your ear.

Bucky loved seeing you try to articulate your feelings—relatively fresh and new to your world, still—while he was giving you pleasure. Adored the way you winced and whined and arched your back into his touch as a whole blustering hailstorm of sensations crashed over you.

He sank his tongue in your mouth as he kissed you, as if trying to extract the words from between your lips. Your response, in consequence, came somewhat stifled.

“Mm— feels so, oh—” Your voice broke off in a moan when Bucky tightened his circles, “—so good, daddy.”

“Wanna show daddy how good and cum for me?”

Bucky knew by the way you were whimpering under his hand that the tendril in your stomach had almost tripled in size. It wouldn’t take much to tip you over the edge.

“My sweet girl,” he said, rubbing your cunt at the same time he was stroking the back of your head, gently, “Feels so nice down there, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your hips against the bench and nodded. Your breaths were short and ragged, panting helplessly into Bucky’s mouth when he adjusted his hand just a little: pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, with his index moving down to your entrance. Pushing inside you.

“Another,” you choked, not thinking.

Bucky met your desperate gaze and nodded, knowing this was exactly what you needed to make it over the precipice.

Still, he wouldn’t be Bucky if he didn’t tease just a bit.

“I thought my wife wanted one finger,” he hummed, brow pinching inward.

“No, no.” You could’ve shrieked when he curled the digit, “Want more— Bucky, please, please, I need more.”

Again, your husband appeared to nod in understanding, but his fingers didn’t budge. He worked his thumb a little faster and watched you writhe on the seat beneath him.

“How many, honey? Don’t wanna hurt my baby.” His words were all kindness, it seemed, but his tone laced with shameless condescension—the kind that said, yes, I know you need this, and no, I won’t indulge you just yet. Bucky was the worst when he wanted to prove a point. You could’ve ripped at his clothes and torn them in two if you weren’t both stark naked and shrouded in steam.

You opted to pull at his hair instead.

Bucky winced, but the smirk never left.

“I said how many?” he pressed again.

“Three. Four.” Fuck if you knew.

Your husband raised both eyebrows and hummed, a single finger still plunging in and out of your cunt in quick succession. He teased the tip of another at your entrance and smiled even more when you whined.

“Needy little thing, isn’t she?”

“Bucky—”

“Just wants to fuck daddy’s hand to get herself off, hm?”

Bucky didn’t bother to mask his sweet, degrading tone any longer as he talked down and teased you to no end. It drove him half-insane to see you squirm around, rut your hips, let him say the filthiest fucking words he could conjure up, and just bob your head to whatever he said. His impeccant wife and her insatiable needs—Bucky couldn’t even begin to express how turned on the sheer dichotomy got him. He stared in your eyes, all glossy and soft, and felt his cock stand even more rigid on his belly.

He didn’t give a shit if he’d taunted you enough or not; he just shoved his middle and ring fingers alongside the first and clenched his jaw to start fucking you hard with all three.

Your whole face contorted with pleasure, tinged with the faintest shade of discomfort at the tail end of it. You’d forgotten how big his fingers felt all together.

“Bucky,” you whined, mindlessly clawing at the wrist that was moving back and forth, fast, between your legs, “B-Baby, slow— slow down a little.”

But Bucky was deep in the zone. He knew you wanted it too—sensed that you liked to play it safe when it came to your pleasure and grew a little timid at times it got to feel too much—and he needed to talk you through it.

Rather than turn his head and keep to himself as he got you up to your peak, Bucky pressed his face down to yours and nodded again—this time with a tender sincerity.

“Feel a little stretch down there, huh?”

You didn’t have to say anything, just whimpering in time. Bucky kissed your forehead and let you fold into him as his fingers wreaked havoc down below. He kissed you again, and again, and in between kisses, mumbled,

“That’s daddy’s sweet, needy little slut.”

“My perfect fucking wife, so good at taking my fingers.”

“Gonna be nice and stretched out for my cock, hm?”

Every syllable spoken aloud was like a brand new catalyst for your impending release. You barely nodded your head, opened your mouth and whined pathetically, but that’s exactly how Bucky wanted you. Exactly how you needed to be, bucking your hips in time with the cadence of his fingers fucking inside you, and soon, those whimpers were turning to moans as that soft little helix inside you reached its breaking point.

Bucky brushed once or twice more against your sensitive spot, and suddenly you were coming undone all over him—crying his name, clawing his skin, squeezing your legs so tight around his wrist you feared you might snap it in two, and then getting kissed again, over and over while Bucky drank in your every sound, and the few tears that sprung to your eyes as they always did, like sweet nectar.

You were still moaning, curling your tongue feebly against his own and leaning into him as far as you could, when your husband slipped three fingers up between your mouths and pushed them past your parted lips.

“Suck,” Bucky said, gritting his teeth as he watched you, “C’mere, honey, taste your cunt on my fingers.”

You took him in and sucked your arousal off his fingers just like he asked. Took him by surprise and dragged a mindless, lazy, half-crazed and careless tongue all over his hand, where your juices had no doubt collected too.

That slutty, fucked-out look you gave him—like your brain had all but fallen out of your head with the orgasm he’d given you—was everything Bucky could’ve wanted.

He climbed on top of you and took the base of his cock, rock-hard and weeping tears of precum from the tip, almost drunk from the feeling himself. His mouth hung open as he dragged himself over the seam of your cunt.

“I need to fuck you.”

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[ramp-it-up]

Queen of Heaven

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky x Sex Club Owner! Reader

Word Count: 4K +

A/N:  This comes directly after Carnivores, Vegans, and Boy Scouts, Oh My! This is in the This Thing Of Ours AU   

Warnings: As usual 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. Not Beta’d, all errors my own. Woman centered Sex club, graphic depictions of sex acts, ex-free-use Sharon Carter, voyeurism, fantasies, kinks, fetishes, choking, breath play, masturbation, bi-sexual proposition, dp, sex with multiples, Switch reader, definite dom/sub play, oral sex (m/f recieving) use of pain as pleasure, Switch Bucky, restraints, slapping, spitting, explicit talk of topping Bucky, orgasm denial, cum play, use of ‘Puppy’ pet name.  Basically reader turns Bucky out, lol. This is PWP.

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Two weeks after his first meeting with you, Bucky and Sharon Carter rolled up to a Tribeca hotel in a black SUV. His driver, Robbie, was also protection for his date tonight.

Robbie parked and Bucky stepped out, then went around and opened the other door for the blonde, who stepped out to reveal a black mini dress and steep black red bottoms. Bucky could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything else, and although it was intended to be alluring, it had no effect on Bucky.

But he played the game, smiling at her smirk as they headed into the lobby. 

“This is way outside of your wheelhouse, isn’t it Bucky? Are you sure you are not trying to give it a go again?”

Sharon turned toward Bucky and looked up at him.

Bucky stepped back and cleared his throat, establishing a boundary.

“Sharon, we talked about ground rules before we came. No. We are not giving “it” a go again. If that is a problem for you, we don’t need to go in here. Robbie can take you home. I’ll find another way to get in.”

Bucky’s face was serious, and Sharon’s smile dropped.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky each had a go at Sharon, and it just wasn’t destined to be along term thing. But that didn’t stop her from trying to get with one, or all of them, again.

“Robbie is my boy, he’s rescued me from more than one of your Valkyrie get togethers gone wrong in the past.”

Sharon looked wistful. Bucky almost felt bad. Almost. He knew how manipulative Sharon was.

“Listen Shar. You said you wanted to be friends. We are not a thing anymore. I know you love attention. Here is your chance. If we go in here, you can have some fun, and I can get what I need for Valkyrie. There is not going to be anything happening between me and you in here. Got it?”

Sharon batted her eyes.

“You don’t even want to watch? Sam loved it when we came.”

Bucky paused at that bit of information, but just decided to ignore it.

“Nope. You’re free as a bird.”

Sharon cleared her throat and smoothed her dress.

“Good. You won’t cramp my style then.”

“Right.”

Bucky took Sharon’s arm and steered her to the right, into the closed-for-the-private-function restaurant.

There was a tall man, dressed all in black, who was making sure of the identities of all who entered. After checking Bucky and Sharon in, he waved a long arm around the corner into the restaurant, where people, all dressed in black, are mingling, enjoying cocktails, and talking amongst themselves.

Sharon ordered a prosecco and walked over to a table while Bucky ordered bourbon. She picked up a card.

“This is the ice-breaker mixer portion of the evening. I’m off to find someone with a different eye color than I came with.”

She looked up at Bucky and into his blue eyes.

“See you later, Alligator.”

She smiled and glided away to a beautiful young lady with long dark hair and alabaster skin. 

Bucky reconsidered what Sharon said about watching as a short redhead sidled up to him. He put on a tight smile and answered the question that she read from the card.

“Ummmm. Reverse cowgirl,” he said absentmindedly, trying to be polite while scanning the place for you. 

After about 45 minutes of awkward mingling on Bucky’s part, the host called everyone’s attention and gave some ground rules detailing what was to be allowed in the clubhouse, which was not far away. The number one rule was that only women could extend invitations for sex acts. Men were free to accept or decline, or offer to watch, but nothing else. 

Sharon drifted back over to Bucky. When the information was disseminated, the host, who said his name was Utu, led everyone to the club which was just down the block. Bucky and Sharon walked in silence, each contemplating the possibilities.

Inside the club was dark and drenched in red lights. There was one angel, you, dressed in all-white. 

Bucky’s took you in. Your hair, which was pulled back the first time he saw you, was now a huge halo around your head, and your white leather corset was covered in buckles and bows. The garment seemed to be pulled tight to gather the soft looking globes of your breasts up nearer your face, which glowed with a light he didn’t see before. 

Those eyes of yours were glowing, and those lips. How he wanted to experience them. His eyes moved lower to the bodice of your dress, which was cut so low cut that Bucky could swear that he could see a hint of your areolas. That fact made him shift his stance and attempt to will down a sudden change in how his pants fit.

Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flowed down your body. Your dress fit your waist and then flared into a short train in the back, while the front hem curved upward and showed your generous thighs made more prominent and muscular by your high platform open toed shoes. Bucky stared at your white painted toenails and discovered at that moment that he had a toe fetish.

“Welcome to Queen of Heaven, Ladies, and guests.”

Everyone was mesmerized by you. Your eyes scanned the crowd and faces, hesitated when you saw Bucky, but then continued with what you were saying.

“I am Inanna.”

Your eyes came back to Bucky, your eyes meeting when you gave that name, knowing that he knew it wasn’t the truth.

 “I hope that tonight you begin to understand, and give way to your desires, whether with others, or on an individual journey to your true self.”

You locked eyes with Bucky and an electricity zapped between you again. Sharon’s head was on a swivel, watching this thing play out with you two. She cleared her throat, and that snapped you out of it. You smiled, and stepped aside for everyone to enter.

“Enjoy!”

Utu stood between you and the guests as they filed past, prohibiting anyone from coming near you. Bucky wanted to stop, but the eagerness of those around him compelled him into the club.

By the time Utu brought up the rear, you were nowhere in sight.

“Do you know her?”

“What?”

Bucky’s brain was scrambled; he’d forgotten his mission and could only think to explore his desires with you. Honestly, he’d forgotten that Sharon was there.

“Inanna?”

Bucky looked down at Sharon without registering her features. 

“I don’t know anyone named Inanna.”

Bucky’s face gave away nothing, but Sharon was a smart woman. 

“Right.” 

Bucky could tell that she didn’t believe him. 

“I’m going to go explore.”

Bucky gave her his practiced smile.

“Have fun.”

“Oh. I will.”

Sharon winked at Bucky and then disappeared.

30 minutes later, after low-key searching for you throughout the club to no avail, Bucky had gotten an eyeful of women who were seeking out their pleasures, be it by just watching, pleasuring themselves, light to heavy petting, and various sex acts with one or more partners of all genders and sexes. 

Every time Bucky came upon a man restrained in any way, his heart beat staccato. 

He thought of your suggestion to explore his desires. Normally, Bucky was the initiator in sex. It came with the territory because of his chosen livelihood. As a mobster, it was expected that Bucky would just take what he wanted.

But what if he just wanted to be taken? The moment that thought registered, Bucky’s world was rocked.

Bucky stopped to watch a woman ride a man, her hand around his throat, while another woman watched. The two women kissed as the man panted for air and smiled wide, blushing and flushed with pleasure. 

“Would you like to join us?”

Bucky looked down at the small brunette beside him, the same one that Sharon spoke to at the restaurant, and at the huge dirty blonde male who was with her. She was nestled in the crook of his arm as his hands roamed her body.

“We would like someone who wants to experience both of us. And us them. Are you interested?”

Bucky looked from the man to the woman.

“I’m flattered, but I am still exploring. Individually at the moment.”

The brunette tsked as she eyed Bucky.

“A shame. Maybe next time.”

Bucky hadn’t considered that there would be a next time. He was just here to confront you and to use the information for leverage to get you to sign the contract, but now… 

A passing waiter stopped and Bucky reached for a drink.

“Do you need anything, Sir?”

“Inanna. What does she do at the club? Does she participate? Where is she?”

The young male looked at ease in the black leather straps that comprised his uniform. His codpiece was large and Bucky wondered if he were on the menu for the female members as well. He wondered if you had broken him in. He wondered if the waiter gave you pleasure. He wondered what your kink was…. 

Bucky’s mind started to spiral as the waiter answered with a velvet voice that Bucky found oddly appealing. He wondered if there were anything in his drink or if it was the club. 

“Inanna is everywhere. I’ve never seen her participate, or been invited to her space, but there are stories. She mostly just watches.”

He indicated upwards and Bucky looked up to see cut out rectangles near the warehouse high black ceilings. He saw a flash of white and immediately understood.

You were up there. Watching everything.

When he looked back down, the waiter had disappeared.

Bucky took a drink and scanned the clubhouse. His eyes paused momentarily at the image of Sharon on a huge red bed engaged in double penetration with two muscle-bound males, one blonde, one brunette, while she sucked off another brown skinned adonis. 

“Hmph? Who would have thought?” Bucky said below his breath as he headed back toward the entrance.

He explored the welcome area more closely, and found a panel in the wall. He looked around to ensure that no one was watching, and opened it to find a flight of stairs, black but illuminated from below by red lights. He gulped as he looked up the staircase.

Your heart was beating wildly. Bucky was finally making his way up to you, and the anticipation had you wet. You would have thought that he would have figured it out before now, but you underestimated his curiosity. 

The way Bucky paused to watch people doing everything you wanted to do with him made you thrill. But he was taking too long, and you didn’t want to touch yourself tonight. You wanted him.

So you sent Paolo over with drinks to give him a nudge.

Ever since the encounter in your office, you felt things you hadn’t in years, if ever. 

Your mind would not stop creating made up scenarios of playtime with James Bucky Barnes. There was something about him that made you want to let down your walls.

The moment Bucky saw you upstairs, he knew it was over for him. Your scent enveloped him and pulled him closer to you. He took in your form, and all of his bodily systems ramped up.

You’d removed the train to your dress, which showcased your legs and as he stared at them, he decided he wanted to experience them close-up.

You watched James Barnes enter your space and stand there, sex on legs in a black and leather suit. His eyes roamed your body with possession and you watched him greet you, not with words, but with a full body expression of lust. You noticed his tongue absentmindedly poking around in his cheek; you decided that he must be thinking hard.

You decided to forgo the formalities.

“Why are you here, Mr. Barnes?”

His eyes finally met yours.

“Call me Bucky.”

You scoffed. 

“I most certainly will not. What the hell is a Bucky?”

Bucky chuckled, then came closer to you, taking note of your reactions. Your eyes told a story your demeanor did not. 

“I am here to ask you to sign the contract again. This little enterprise of yours would be very interesting information for some people. I’ll keep your secret, and offer the club protection, if you join our organization.”

Bucky circled you as if you were prey, and he couldn’t know how much that turned you on. You craved the primal, pure emotion of desire. He was taking you there.

“The terms of your contract are untenable. I am not a fool, Mr. Barnes.”

“Everything is negotiable. Inanna?”

He questioned your alias as he stared at your ass, which was a delicacy that he had to taste. You turned your head as he lingered behind you.

“See something you like, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky circled back around to face you and licked his lips, that tongue snaking out and almost destroying your soul.

“As a matter of fact… I do.”

You moved forward, as if into his arms, but just as he was about to raise them, you brushed past him and seemingly floated to a bar in the corner of the room.

“Take off your jacket, Mr. Barnes, and we’ll talk.”

You indicated a yellow couch. Bucky looked at his phone and saw a text that Robbie was taking Sharon home, and Bucky was pleased at that. He took off his jacket and sat down, eyes scanning the room to view the toys displayed on the walls.

You brought him his drink and sat down beside him.

“What do you know about sex play? Kinks? Fetishes? BDSM?”

Bucky took another drink.

“I know the basics. What all those are. Safe words. But I’ve never really…not seriously…beyond the occasional girl with a Daddy kink… Never really used a lot of toys. Well. Not like these. My sex life has been pretty straightforward.”

Bucky indicated your room and you looked around. And then back at him.

“My sex life is pretty straight forward, Mr. Barnes. I either relinquish control, or I gain it from my partner. I am a Switch. Which means that I can be dominant.” 

You stared at him and he flashed back to the meeting in your office.

“Or submissive. Sometimes it depends on the day, the mood I’m in. Or sometimes I can be both within a matter of minutes.”

Bucky started breathing hard. He felt intoxicated, but he could usually hold his liquor and this was only his third drink.  

Must have been you. 

Bucky stood up, if only to maintain control. 

You noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled into your drink. You watched as he examined the toys that were on your walls, and the equipment built in taking the opportunity to roam away from you. He stopped at the restraints. He sipped his drink and looked up to see how it was connected to a track in the ceiling. You observed his curiosity. You could read him like a book.

“These look like they can move anywhere you want them in the room.”

His voice was plaintive, soft, and wistful.

“They can. They come in very handy in some scenes. Do you want to see how they work? Do you want to play with me?”

You put your drink down, walked over to the wall and raised your arms very slowly and deliberately. The invitation was unmistakable. Bucky almost fell to his knees, but instead took another drink and moved closer to you. He looked in your eyes and then up at the restraints, leaning close to pull one down. The crank of gears was a satisfying sensation that helped set the mood as he lengthened the chain to which they were attached.

Bucky opened the latch and enclosed your wrist in his large hand, caressing you with his thumb. This tenderness was unexpected and you normally wouldn’t have allowed it, but James Barnes was proving to be your weakness. 

He looked into your eyes again and then fastened your arm into place. The way you sighed and settled into being restrained made his cock even harder. He fastned the other wrist and witnessed a distinct change in your demeanor. You were definitely more relaxed. You looked up at him and he was under your spell. 

Those eyes had a hold on him.

“Thank you, Sir. My words are simple: green for good, yellow for caution, nearing my limit, and red for stop immediately.”

You looked up at him. And Bucky understood that he was responsible for you now. 

“Good girl.”

You trembled and bit your lip.

“Would you like for me to show you the range of the restraints?”

“Yes.”

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, Bucky walked backwards, not wanting to take his eyes off you. You walked around the perimeter of the room and Bucky stopped to watch you, observing your legs, your ass and your breasts which were slipping out of the leather bodice.

Bucky stood in the center of the room. He pointed to a spot in front of him. 

“Come here.”

You did as he asked and stood, waiting for a command. 

Bucky reached for your bodice and pulled the cups down, letting your breasts fully spill out. 

“Be still.”

Your body thrilled as Bucky lowered his mouth and licked each of your nipples, making them pebble against the air of the room. Then, he straightened and watched your face as he twisted your nipples with increasing intensity.

“What is your word?”

“Green, Sir. I’m used to clamps.”

Bucky slapped your breasts and pulled on your nipples, making you bite your lip and fluids leak down your thighs.

“I didn’t ask for all that information.”

You cast your eyes down, pleased at how this was going. Bucky jerked your chin up, then kissed you, mouth bruising your lips. Then he pulled back and his hand traveled down to your waist and around, squeezing your ass, and then back round to finger your folds through the leather. His fingers found snaps. 

“Eyes on me.”

Bucky slid down to his knees and carefully freed your lower body from the leather. Bucky looked up at you as he placed one thigh on his shoulder. Then he gazed at your most intimate physical part.

“I’ve wondered how you would look, feel, and taste down here.”

You bit your lip, but did not respond as his fingers reached up to feel your wet folds, and to dip into your heat. His eyes dropped with the pleasure of anticipation, then he looked straight at you.

“You are going to give me an orgasm, when I tell you. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

You whispered it. You’d never been this overwhelmed. 

Bucky pinched your clit.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Ah! Yes, Sir!”

You screamed it into the room and creamed on his fingers. He was fucking you with them now, and the only thing holding you up was Bucky’s strong hand.

Irrationally, you dreamed of running your hands through Bucky’s hair as his face moved into your creamy center. But you were restrained. And it was for your good. 

It would not do to fall for James Barnes.

Bucky maintained eye contact as he began eating you out. You tasted like pomegranates and the feel of your velvet innermost parts on his tongue was sublime. He could only imagine how you would feel wrapped around him. He wanted to take his cock out right then for some relief, but he decided to focus on you.

You watched, heard, and felt him lick, slurp and suckle your labia, cunt, and clit, and you gave him what he wanted quckly. And all over him.

Bucky stood up, taking off his drenched shirt, eyes on fire.

“Good girl.”

He reached for you and kissed you again, giving you a taste of you. He unbuckled his belt and you trembled, but he didn’t do what you were expecting. 

“My turn.”

He was leading you back to the wall.

“Can you let me experience the other side, Inanna?”

You didn’t imagine that he would assent so quickly.

“Oh, Yes, Sir.”

You smiled at him as he unfastened you. You stepped away from the wall and flexed your wrists, testing your flexibility. Bucky reached for your hands to soothe them and you shoved him against the wall, much like you did at your first meeting. Your forearm was against his throat, but your breasts were pressed against his chest.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?”

Bucky grinned. 

“No, Inanna.”

“Then don’t. Unless I order you to.”

“Yes, Inanna.”

“What are your words.”

“Same as yours, Inanna, Red, Yellow, Green.”

He was inordinately happy.

You slapped Bucky’s face, and you saw that tongue poking the cheek you’d just reddened.

“Wipe that fucking smile off your face.”

Bucky just stared at you, waiting for you to continue.

You pressed your forearm harder, and watched as Bucky gasped for breath. You released him and you could tell he was suppressing a smile.

“Hands up, Mr. Barnes.”

You stayed where you were, your breasts brushing against his chest and driving him crazy as you fastened him in. He craved you already and even though you were right there. Even though he was fastened to the wall, Bucky felt free. 

This was the best feeling ever.

You pulled Bucky’s zipper down and reached into his pants, finding more than suitable. You looked down and smile.

“Oh, Mr. Barnes. Looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself. Am I always going to have to clean you up?” Bucky stopped himself from nodding vehemently at the promise of more.

You dropped his pants around his ankles, hemming him up not only by his arms, but by his ankles as well.

You kneeled down and rubbed him from tip to balls, and extended your fingers behind, ghosting over his hole.

“Hmmmm. About nine inches. And thick too.” 

You looked up at Bucky, almost giving him a heart attack.

“I am pleased.”

You licked him all over, collecting all of the fluid on his cock, then you deep throat him, causing a low rumbling moan in his throat. You proceeded to give him the filthiest pep talk he ever had between your slurps and gags. Your fingers teased him to the point of delirium. He’d never felt like this before.

“Why do I want fuck you with my strap, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky pulsed in your hands involuntarily at that. It was unexpected. You stood up and pulled his mouth open, spitting on his tongue.

“Swallow.”

He did as he was told and pulsed for you again, mouth falling open for you to kiss him.

“You like that idea, hunh? Getting as good as you give?”

You began to tug on his cock, stroking him for dear life as he whimpered under your control.

“Don’t worry. We’ll start with 6 inches. I’d bet you’d cum all over the place.”

Bucky buried his head in your shoulder as you jacked him mercilessly, afraid of his feelings about the situation.

“I’d go easy on you. At first. We could start with a plug. I’d have you, ass up on my bed, legs wide, while I lick that special hole of yours, and then push it in slowly. Then, I’d turn you over and then ride your cock into the sunset.”

You were stroking his cock and grasping his neck, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“D’you think you could you fuck me well enough? Do you have it in you to put it in me? Do you want to be my Puppy?”

This time, Bucky nodded.

You slapped him again.

“Can I use your cock for my pleasure? Any time I want?”

Bucky’s pupils were blown, and his mouth was open and gasping for breath.

HIs tongue came out and moistened his lips, his eyes on the point where your hard nipples were pressing into his chest as you stroked him.

“I’m going to fit you to my throat again. And you better not cum.”

Those words almost made Bucky cum on the spot and when he saw you on your knees, he wasn’t sure he was up to the challenge.

You worked and kneaded his balls firmly, careful not to hurt him, but just on the edge of pain. It was so much pleasure. 

“Mmmmmm. A cock ring. That is what you need to control yourself. Right Puppy?” Bucky would have agreed to anything at this moment.

You stroked him over your breasts, his tip rubbing your nipples and then you licked him from root to tip, plunging your mouth around him as you deep throated him again. Your tongue and throat were magic, Bucky went to stroke your hair, but his hands were restrained and he almost lost it.

The feeling was indescribable. He whined.

“Love to hear your cute little sounds, Puppy. So adorable.”

You spit on his cock and took him in your mouth again, pulling suction on his member and pushing him down your throat to make him dangerously close. Then you stopped.

Bucky’s whines and sounds were getting to you. You needed to get off again.

You peeled off your garment and lay down in front of him.

“I’m going to get off Puppy. You watch and you better not cum. Pay attention.”

Your eyes watched his jumping cock as Bucky’s eyes were plastered to your hands, which pulled at your nipples and circled your clit in tight, insistent, fast circles. You saw his balls draw up and his cock jack higher.

“Careful, Puppy. You don’t want to cum all over me right now. Don’t do it.”

You started inserting your fingers and all of a sudden your back arched and you squeezed your breast and your orgasm began. Unfortunately, so did Bucky’s. 

“Fuuuuccckkkkk!” 

Bucky roared. He had never come so hard before, untouched, and all over everywhere.

“Oh no… Puppy. You didn’t….”

You sounded disappointed as you played in his cum and Bucky pumped more spend on you.

You got up and walked into the adjacent room to take a 5 minute shower to clean up while leaving Bucky restrained.

While apart, both of you contemplated what just happened. You thought of ways to pump the brakes and Bucky was scheming on how to make you his. Both of you knew you were doomed.

You came out in a white robe and your hair tied up. You looked more beautiful than ever, and relaxed. 

You smiled at him as you released him from the restraints and handed him a warm towel.

“Clean up. You are welcome to use my shower. Unfortunately, because you did not follow my instructions, you will need to leave. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Before Bucky could respond, you were gone through another door, leaving Bucky to quickly shower and dress, and make his way down the stairs.

He found himself out on the street, hearing the door latch behind him. He wanted to turn back around and pound on the door for you, but he just texted Robbie.

Halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge, a message appeared on his phone from an unknown number.

Let’s do business, I have some contingencies, but I’ll sign the contract. Call me tomorrow to set up a meeting. – Inanna

Bucky saved the number and smiled.

Sharon texted a moment later.

“Well? Did you get what you wanted, Bucky?”

Bucky ignored the text and asked himself, “Who the hell is Bucky?”

#this thing of ours au #mob boss! bucky barnes x reader #mob boss!steve #mob boss steve rogers #mob boss! Steve Rogers #mob boss bucky #mob boss bucky barnes #mob boss! Sam Wilson #sharon carter #mob boss! avengers #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x black female reader #mob boss Bucky x black reader

[babyhatesreality]

The Sinner and The Saint Ch 5

Pairings: Slow Burn Mob!Boss Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, f!reader, language, fake names (for now), reader is referred to by her stage name, reader still thinks Bucky’s name is Nick, everybody has secrets, reader says unkind things about herself/is insecure, reader is an exotic and extremely flexible dancer, explicit NSFW thoughts/language/conversations, subtle D/S moments, slow burn relationship. There will be many, many more warnings for future chapters including mafia and all the stuff that comes with that, kinks, and smut.

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Previous- Chapter 4

Chapter 5

The music started. You looked up slowly. Right into those blue eyes. Your lips twisted into a devilish smile. 

Sympathy for the Duke from Moulin Rouge the B’way Musical

The music started with just a simple drum beat. You were pretty sure your heart was beating the same rhythm. 

Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste....

You took slow, calculated steps forward in time. You let your mind flood with images of the man of wealth and taste that you had just been introduced to yesterday. You brought your right hand up towards the black silk top hat you were wearing. You pinched the brim with your thumb and first finger, spreading the others so wide and strong you were pretty sure you made Fosse nod in approval from beyond. You slinkily stepped down the runway, as if you had all the time in the world, making sure to toss your impish smile out at just the right moments. Then you stopped in your tracks and looked right back into those gorgeous blue eyes. 

Pleased to meet you; hope you guess my name...

You extended your left hand in his direction as if you were presenting it for a kiss. On the word ‘name’ though, you flicked the brim of your top hat with a sassy smile. You watched as a grin cracked across his face at the irony of the song lyrics and maybe your sass.

But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game...

You crossed your right foot over your left, slowly twisting away from the crowd as if you weren’t quite ready to give up the secrets to the game just yet. 

The song continued, morphing into a verse from You Can’t Always Get What You Want. As the orchestra grew underneath the vocals, you began to glide a bit more over the stage, back up the runway and along the mylar curtain line, just really feeling the fun and attitude of the moment. 

You can’t always get what you want; you can’t always get what you want; you can’t always get what you want....

With your back to the audience, you seductively lowered the shoulder of the silky mesh cover you were wearing, raising it back prudishly on the lyrics ‘what you want’. Then you turned to the other side of the audience and repeated the gesture. The crowd started getting more rowdy the more you teased them. 

But if you try sometimes, you just might find you get what you need.

You looked over your shoulder, right at Nick, shot him your sassiest grin, and on the word ‘need’, you pulled the top apart. The hidden break away seams along the back and the front made it look as if the clothes were exploding off of you. The crowd lost their damn minds and were eating out of the palm of your hand. Just the way you liked it. 

And that’s when the beat dropped in the song. And you went for broke. 

You pranced around the stage boldly, owning the moment and absolutely everything about every note. It was like putting on music and just dancing around your place just for the fun of it- you lost yourself in the joy of the rhythm. Your hips rolled deliciously on the trumpet riffs as your hands trailed seductively down your form. You tore off the wrap sequined skirt in time to the music. You felt like a goddamn rockstar; that didn’t always happen so you reveled in the moment right now. You made sure to flick your eyes up to Nick’s every now and then, just to watch his reactions. A couple lines apparently intrigued him...

I’ll lay traps for troubadours who’ll get killed if they come your way....

Use all your well-earned politesse, or I’ll lay your soul to waste....

He seemed to find something to smirk or chuckle about on each of those lines. Hmm. What was intriguing about them? Maybe he was the possessive type? Or he just found them funny? You didn’t really have time to think about that now- you surrendered to the moment, grinding your heart out and just having a fucking blast in a thong, pasties, fuck me heels, and a black silk top hat. 

Love, sister, it’s just a kiss away....

Pleased to meet you....

It’s just a kiss away....

As much as you didn’t want them to, the negative thoughts started flooding your brain. You were crazy. You had no right to think these things about a man you just met, let alone a client....but the lingering feel of his finger brushing your cheek and the nearness of those lips would not leave the forefront of your mind. It was a heady mix of wanting to back down versus willing to fight for what you wanted. Which way were you supposed to go? 

In response, and partially to reclaim your power, you had to throw your infamous leg move in the mix, making the crowd scream. Right before the last lyric, you positioned yourself in the dead center of the runway, flung your hat offstage, and looked boldly and deliberately right into Nick’s eyes, the devilish grin returning. 

Baby, what’s my name?

And you finished with a jump split, throwing your hand up in the air on the button. The crowd went absolutely berserk, but you only had eyes for one. Everyone around him was hooting and hollering, but he took a deep breath, returned the devilish smile, brought his fingers to his lips to give you a chef’s kiss, and tossed the rest of his drink into his mouth. His deep blue eyes never left yours. 

“That was our own darling Angel! And I’ll have Sympathy for any Devil that tries to take her out of Heaven,” Rhodey announced playfully over the PA system, making you giggle as you stood up, flicking your fingers goodbye, and exited. To your surprise, most of the other girls were backstage- apparently they’d come out to watch. They hadn’t done that since you very first started. 

“BABE that was FIRE!!!” Gamora moaned, snatching your robe and holding it out for you as Sprite hustled onstage to gather your things. “Shit, you’re gonna make ‘em run outta money before we even get out there,” she giggled, teasing you, as the other girls cheered and congratulated you in turn. You were even feeling a little proud of yourself- until you saw Nebula’s haughty, unimpressed face. 

“I don’t know,” she said nonchalantly to the crowd around you all. “I think it’s just because she’s new blood.” Nebula turned and smiled nastily at you. “Some people have a tendency to lose interest quickly once that ‘new car smell’ wears off.” You felt the color drain from your face as you suddenly felt like a worthless cast-off. 

Gamora, however, wasn’t having it. She turned and slugged Nebula on the arm as hard as she could. “Jesus Christ, why are you such a bitch?” she snarled as Nebula yelled in pain. “How the hell could I have turned out so fabulous when my own damn sister is such a raging cu-”

“Okay, that’s enough ladies,” Natasha interrupted suddenly, appearing out of nowhere. “Nebula, lose the attitude, watch your mouth, and get on deck. Gamora, quit punching your way into- and out- of arguments,” she commanded both of them. “Angel,” she said, turning to you with a much kinder tone. “Nice job tonight, sweetheart. Go back to the dressing room and get ready. I’ll have Sprite bring your stuff to you in a moment.” You nodded, still a little embarrassed, and turned to obey. You mouthed ‘thank you’ at Gamora, who gave you a saucy grin. You saw her glare at her sister again, but didn’t stick around to see the aftermath. You didn’t have time- you had to get ready. You were going to see him. 

27 deep breaths later, you were outside the Champagne Room, freshened up and in the outfit you’d obsessed over all day. Your insides buzzed with nerves, excitement, and adrenaline. You took your 28th deep breath and opened the door. And there he was, waiting for you. 

Nick was sitting in the same location you had first seen him last night- only this time he was holding a glass of champagne instead of a tumbler of bourbon. His black-on-black ensemble made your mouth water for some reason; he was too handsome for his own good. You watched with secret delight as he desperately tried not to let his eyes rake up and down your body; it was obvious he really wanted to. You tried to keep that compliment close in your mind and not let it twist into another self-insult. He spoke first. 

“Bravo on a fantastic performance, Miss Angel,” Nick said, standing up and waltzing over to the bar, his eyes never leaving yours. He began pouring you a flute as he continued speaking. “Gotta say, I think that’s the first time I’ve seen someone strip to the Rolling Stones.” You giggled at that, blushing and ducking your head at his compliment. He strode back to you, his very steps echoing the power you felt him emitting. He gave you the glass, then clinked his own against yours. “Cheers,” he said. 

“Cheers,” you replied, biting your lip and looking down, trying to contain your stupid wide grin. 

“Uh uh,” he said sternly, shaking his head. He put a finger under your chin and raised your eyes to his. “Look me in the eye when you say ‘cheers’,” he said firmly but not unkindly. 

Something in your very soul instantly responded to him, drawing you like a moth to a flame. You wanted to do whatever he told you to. Almost before you realized it, your eyes had locked back onto his. “That’s better,” he almost purred. He clinked your glasses again. “NOW cheers,” he said, with that mischievous grin. 

“Now cheers,” you agreed, your heart rapidly beating its new rhythm, trying to make up for the beats it had just lost. You hastily took a huge swallow just as he finished his. 

“You have to look people in the eyes when you cheers,” Nick explained, a hint of the devil in his smile. “Otherwise it’s seven years’ bad sex.”

You choked on your champagne. 

Nick carefully patted you on the back as you spluttered, not even trying to hide his puckish grin. Once you could breath again without fear of champagne splurting out of your nose, you glared at him. He just chuckled evilly before returning to the couch and sitting down. 

“I’ve never heard that medley of Stones’ songs before,” he said, back to his charming self. He seemed to hide a bit of a smile as you sat down next to him- no hesitation this time like yesterday. “Where’s it from?”

“It’s from the same musical as the song that I...” you suddenly stuttered a bit. The idea of saying ‘danced to for you’ last night seemed indecently intimate for some reason (which was ridiculous as you WORKED IN A STRIP CLUB, you internally yelled at yourself), and you just couldn’t make those words come out of your mouth. “...performed last night in here,” you cobbled out lamely ugh loser. 

Nick nodded, choosing not to comment on the moment. “You like that musical,” he said as if he were observing something about you. “You a theater fan?”

“Big time. You?”

“I might have to become one, if those are the kind of songs they’re doing nowadays.”

The next two hours flew by as the two of you talked and talked and talked. You were only supposed to spend one hour with him, but when Fury poked his head in to tell you time was up, Nick just waved a hand at him. Normally, that would have made Fury toss any other patron out on his ear, but this time he just nodded back and carefully shut the door. Who was this guy, to hold that kind of power over Fury?

Thinking quickly, you tilted your head to the now-closed door. “You paying for the second hour, then?” you asked boldly, feeling a lot more loose after the fantastic conversation you’d been having. 

“Something like that.”

“You must be running up quite a tab here.”

“Don’t worry. Natasha will track me down when the check comes.”

“Do you...often run up a tab here?” you asked, your steel persona slipping a bit, afraid of the answer. Nick seemed to understand that. He leaned forward, tilting his head at you and letting those blue eyes twinkle. 

“Not like this,” he said softly. “Never like this.”

You were so delighted at that you couldn’t speak for a moment. He seemed to enjoy you getting flustered, but took pity on you and changed the subject. In fact, he seemed to do that a lot. Any time you tried to steer the conversation towards his job or why he was such a high-roller at the club, or even his name, he masterfully swung back around to something that would distract you just enough to get off the subject. You knew better than to push in a direction he didn’t want to go...but you definitely noticed he was doing it. And it made you curious. Very curious. Two could play at that game. 

Despite his best teasing efforts, you refused to give up your real name until he did- which he was not about to do in the slightest. It often resulted in a spirited and creative verbal battle that, more often than not, left you both in tears of laughter. 

Finally, when it was getting clear that the night had to come to an end, he stood up and offered you his hand. You took it, feeling like a rockstar again. This man made you feel like a rockstar. That had never happened...in this way...before....

He escorted you to the door, then kissed your hand reverently. You wished with all your might he’d take off those gloves and touch your skin again, or even more you wished he’d just lean forward and kiss you. It’s just a kiss away...But he straightened up, smiling handsomely at you. 

“Bravo again on your performance tonight. I look forward to tomorrow’s,” he said chivalrously. 

“‘Pleased to meet you’,” you quoted to him sassily, with a grin. He responded with his own. “‘Hope you guess my name’,” you teased with the lyrics that you had known would capture his attention.

His grin morphed in that heady combination of sex appeal and power, making you instantly melt. And he noticed it, closing the already-small gap between the two of you. 

“‘But what’s puzzling YOU is the nature of MY game’,” he whispered wickedly in your ear. “Until tomorrow, Miss Angel.”

Chapter 6

#mafia!bucky #mafia bucky #mafia bucky x reader #mafia!bucky x reader #mob bucky barnes x reader #mob bucky #mob bucky barnes #MOB BOSS BUCKY #mob boss bucky barnes #mob boss bucky x reader #mob!boss bucky #mob!boss bucky x reader

[ninchen1909]

A secret and its consequences I

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: ~3.600

Warnings: mention of rape, use of alcohol, angst

You feel his gaze on you before you even see him, his eyes boring into the bare skin on your back, which is exposed by your dress. And you can practically see the animalistic look in his eyes before you. It confuses you to why your body still reacts to him like that even after all these months. Why his gaze still gives you goosebumps and your body still craves his touch.

Your date's arm wraps even tighter around you as he leads you through the restaurant to your seat. Once there, he helps you take off your jacket and hangs it over the back of your chair before adjusting it for you.

When he finally sits across from you, you look into beautiful, bright green eyes that look at you kindly. However, they don't look at you as if you were the only woman in the world, full of love and desire, no, these green eyes don't look at you like the cobalt blue eyes that were shining at you just a few months ago. The thought of him makes your heart beat faster.

You have consciously chosen someone who looks nothing like the man you are desperately trying  to forget. You have treaded the usual darkbrown, short hair into blond, shoulder-length curls and the familiar Armani suits into dark jeans and a simple white shirt.  The mischievous, affectionate grin has been replaced with a polite and friendly smile. And you've traded in the deep, loving conversations about the future for superficial small talk and cheap pick-up lines.

It's the first date since your breakup 5 months ago, 152 days since you knew his secret. A secret that has ruined the most beautiful, exciting and loving relationship you've ever had. But would five months really be enough to forget the love of your life? Would any amount of time be enough for that?

All this time, he kept his distance, just like you wanted, and for a while, you really thought you were over him. All this time, you kept telling yourself that he must have another woman in his life. A man like him doesn't stay alone for long. You've done everything in the last five months to forget him. You avoided all the places where you were together, you always took a detour on your way to work so you wouldn't have to pass his office.

But of course he appears just when you are on the way to get your life back on track, or rather to convince yourself to do so. Old wounds tear open and you try with everything you have not to look in his direction, stubbornly keeping your gaze on your date. But your thoughts drift to him as so often. How you would like to look into his familiar eyes again, or feel his tattooed skin on yours, breathe in his pleasant scent, while soft lips lay on yours.

But that period of your life is in the past. So you try to pull yourself together, and pretend you'll be happy without him, and hey maybe your companion today is the key to that.

So you unobtrusively tighten your shoulders and give your date a bright and also somewhat seductive smile. Thomas, at least that was the name on his Tinder profile, winks at you and lets his eyes wander to your cleavage. Inwardly you roll your eyes, at his behavior but outwardly you don't let on.

"I'm really glad you took the time today. And I must say that you look really breathtaking" you really have to agree with him on this sentence, you look good, you would even go so far as to say that you look beautiful. Your favorite dress hugs your curves and pushes your breasts up, while your black high heels visually lengthen your legs. Your eyes are accentuated by a seductive makeup and your favorite lipstick gives you the confidence you need for this date. Well, your lipstick and maybe the two glasses of wine you treated yourself to before Thomas picked you up.

"thanks for the compliment, i must say you look really handsome yourself" and even if it's not enough for a relationship, you wouldn't say no to a night of hot casual sex either.

A sudden movement behind Thomas makes you turn your gaze from him to look toward the bar. This turns out to be a big mistake. Your eyes immediately lock with his. The bright blue eyes that haunt your dreams almost every night stare at you with an intensity you've never seen on him before. His face is frozen and he looks at you sternly.  His look unsettles you, you don't want to stare at him any further, but you can't bring yourself to turn away either.

Only when your date clears his throat noisily, you realize again and abruptly turn your gaze back to Thomas, who now casts a glance over his shoulders to see what you were staring at. He doesn't seem to recognize anything special, because after only a few seconds, he turns back to you and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah sure, I just thought I recognized someone, but I was wrong" you try to cover your uncertainty with a light laugh. And to your luck, just at that moment the waitress appears to take your drink order.After the waitress brings you your drinks, she takes your food order and you are alone again.

To your surprise, you soon fall into a pleasant conversation and you feel really comfortable with him. He is charming, intelligent, and in his own unique way, funny. But you also become painfully aware that he can't keep up. But will any other man ever be able to? Again and again you cast a quick glance at him, and each time he looks at you with a tense, petrified expression. You can see his anger and displeasure with Thomas clearly on his face. His forehead is wrinkled and his eyes are narrowed.

And suddenly you are overcome with anger, you don't know what it is, maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the fact that he is here today, or maybe it's the way he looks at your date. But you don't care, you quickly pour the rest of your drink down your throat before you decide to give him a little show. If he can't leave your thoughts, you want to give him a reason to think about you at least for tonight.

So you confidently reach across the table, and put your hand tenderly on Thomas', to your amazement, he immediately intertwines his fingers with yours. You unconsciously bite your lips lightly, and your gaze swings back to your ex. You notice how he grips his glass tighter, while his other hand is clenched into a fist. Inwardly, you smile. Apparently you still have some effect on him, too. As Thomas brushes a strand behind your ear, you turn all your attention back to him.

"You know (y/n) I'm really glad you had time today, you really are the prettiest I've found on a dating site so far" his words trigger a certain uneasiness and also a certain degree of rejection in you, however you don't let on. Possibly you are just stretching your luck, however you want to see what reactions you can still get out of your ex. That's why you just start giggling softly, and look Thomas in the eye "Thanks, I have to say, I think it's nice that it worked out today too." grinning, he winks at you, which you return with a charming smirk.

Your togetherness is disturbed by the waitress, who brings you your food. Even during the meal you continue to talk, and another drink finds its way into your stomach. Slowly but surely, you notice the alcohol clearly, the heat rises in your face, and you become more open. Thomas seems to enjoy this very much, because at the very next opportunity, he orders you another drink.

Shortly after the main course, Thomas excuses himself to go to the bathroom, but before he breathes a fleeting kiss on the back of your hand. As you watch him, go around the corner,  you take a hearty sip from your glass before it is torn from your hand and noisily placed on the table. Surprised, you look up, and see sky-blue eyes looking at you angrily. Your mouth opens slightly and you carefully touch his face to make sure that he is really standing in front of you.

Slowly he crouches down in front of you, and clasps your hands. Your eyes, clouded by alcohol, stare into his, as you can see the sadness in them.

"Princess, what are you doing?" he gently brushes your hair out of your forehead "You don't have to care what I do James. We're not together anymore, and you no longer have any influence in my life, so you can't judge me for who I date either." Defiantly you pull your hands away from him, crossing them in front of your chest. Bucky now lets his rest on his knees with a soft sigh.

"I'm not judging you for this princess, I know this won't last. I'm talking about you getting drunk on a first date with a strange man. You don't know his intentions, you don't know if he  wants to take advantage of your condition."

"Now you listen to me James, first of all, you don't know if this isn't going to get serious with Thomas, and second of all, I can do whatever I want and if I want to drink, I'll drink" to back up your words, you grab your glass and take a sip. Bucky rolls his eyes in response, and takes the glass from you again. Your words become more slurred with each sip.

"You know as well as I do that I never dictated anything to you, you want to get drunk, no problem, come with me and you can drink as much as you want to. But not here with him, you don't see the looks this guy is giving you, he's not as nice and innocent as you might think. He will take advantage of your condition. Believe me, I just don't want anything to happen to you." His gaze is pleading, your subconscious is telling you to listen to James, however, your wounded ego is telling you to do the exact opposite of what he is telling you.

"Then it's a good thing you can't care what I do. So it doesn't matter what you want either. And now please go. I'm sure Thomas will be back in a minute, and I certainly don't want him to see you here."

His look becomes more serious "(y/n)..." hearing your name come out of his mouth again after all this time sends a shiver down your spine "..as long as I live, I will never not care what you do. I love you far too much for that. I don't want to tell you what to do either. I'm just asking you to take care of yourself. It wouldn't be good for the whole town if something happened to you."

Confused by his last statement, you furrow your brow, but before you can ask what he means by that, he's already gone. And only a few seconds later, Thomas returns. Bucky's words echo through your head and Thomas' gestures, which you didn't really notice before, you can't ignore anymore. You notice how often his gaze wanders to your cleavage, or how often he unobtrusively touches your thigh under the table. All the time he wants to offer you another drink, which you gratefully decline and stick to water.

The strangest thing for you, however, is that Bucky is nowhere to be found since your conversation. There is no sign of him anywhere in the restaurant. The rest of the date passes without any major events, and before you know it, you and Thomas leave the reastaurant together. You walk a few steps until you are standing in front of his car,

As you now stand in front of him like this, you start rocking back and forth on your heels "Thanks for everything Thomas, it was a really nice evening" you give him a friendly smile. "Yes I agree (y/n)" he starts walking slowly towards you, his sudden closeness makes you uncomfortable, nevertheless you decide not to show your discomfort and stop "but the evening doesn't have to end yet" slowly his hands go down your arms. Now you have reached the point where it is too much for you, so you push him slightly away from you and take two steps back yourself "But for me the evening is over, I just want to go home now. But don't bother, I'll just order an Uber. You don't have to give me an  ride home."

After your words his eyes darken, and he grabs your hand again "Oh come on sugar, don't be like that" you snatch your hand from him again "No, I don't want to. And now leave me alone" you start to walk away from him before you are suddenly pressed against the driver's side of his car, his hands immediately find your hip and pull it towards him. Abruptly you brace yourself with your hands against his chest and try to push him away from you with all your strength, but it doesn't work.

His hands come away from your hips and for a short moment you are relieved, thinking he finally stops, but a little later his hands wrap around your wrists and press your hands against the cool metal of the car.

"For fuck's sake, don't act like that now. We had a good date, I paid the bill, and now I want my reward." His knee finds its way between your legs and pushes them apart. Ashamed, you turn your head to the side to avoid looking at him any longer. Hot tears run down your cheek, and pure fear rises up inside you. How far would Thomas go? His right hand detaches itself from your wrist and disappears under your dress, his fingers roam over your center. A loud sob escapes your throat, immediately he presses his other hand on your mouth "Be quiet bitch, if you had allowed yourself the last drink, you would be more relaxed now. Now shut the fuck up and let me do it, we'll be done soon" you squeeze your eyes tightly shut. His hand brushes the inside of your thighs and you feel his fingers start to push your panties to the side. In great fear and disgust, you wait for his fingers to enter you as hot tears continue to run down your cheeks. You hold your breath.

Seconds feel like an eternity, but to your surprise, nothing happens. A soft clicking sound makes you open your eyes, slowly you turn your head to see where the sound is coming from. And what you see there brings new tears to your eyes. Because the reason Thomas didn't move on is behind him. And it is in the form of your ex-boyfriend, who is holding a loaded gun to the back of his head.

An animalistic growl escapes James: "Take your filthy hands off her!" His voice sounds calm, but his gaze is ice-cold; you can't even imagine how much self-control he has to muster in order not to shoot Thomas right here.

A liberating feeling spreads through you as you notice your attacker's fingers leaving your body. Immediately, you pull back your dress, and wrap your arms around your body.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your life. I mean taking my girl out on a date is one thing. And even though it killed me inside, it was okay because she wanted it. But touching her against her will..." a cold laugh escapes Bucky "..that my friend was practically signing your death warrant." James lunges with his gun and hits Thomas over the head, he immediately collapses on the sidewalk, and a large gaping wound opens up on his temple. But James doesn't give him a second glance, immediately he steps over the unconscious body in front of him, checking your body with his eyes for obvious injuries. "Princess, are you alright, did he hurt you?" the concern for you is written all over his face, you realize that he is afraid to touch you, afraid of causing you even more fear. However, you immediately take away this scare, because without him being able to react to it, you fall into his arms and bury your head against his chest. Your tears immediately soak his shirt. He wraps his arms around your trembling body, slowly rocking you back and forth, "It's going to be okay princess, I'm here. This guy will never come near you again, I'll make sure of that." ." he breathes a kiss on the top of your head.

You lift your head from his chest and look at him, the sight of your runny mascara making the anger rise up in him again. How could someone hurt such an innocent being as you?

"Can I stay with you today? I don't want to be alone" your voice trembles as you ask him this question. "Of course princess." he places a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Steve? Sam?" James calls out the two names into the darkness, and from out of the shadows, two men dressed in dark appear. Why haven't you noticed them before?

"Take care of him. Get him to one of the warehouses and keep him there. But no one will hurt him. This honor is destined for me. Understood?" the two men nod in unison before picking Thomas's body off the sidewalk, and disappearing with him into the darkness.

James then turns his full attention back to you "And you're sure fine princess?, we can go to the hospital too, and get you checked out." You shake your head, however.

"No everything is fine. Nothing really bad has happened, thank God. I just don't want to be alone." Carefully, James puts an arm around your back, and leads you to his car. He helps you get in, he waits until you've fastened your seatbelt before carefully closing the door and walking to the other side of the car to get in himself.

The whole ride, Bucky's hand is on your knee, stroking it reassuringly. Every now and then, he slides his gaze to you to reassure himself that you're really okay, and that you really are back next to him in the passenger seat now. Where you sat so naturally five months ago. But that was before you found out his secret and left him. At the thought of that evening, his grip on the steering wheel tightens so that his knuckles stand out white. If he had been honest with you from the beginning, you never would have gone on that date, and consequently, you wouldn't have almost been raped.

"it's not your fault, you know that don't you?" caught he looks at you, you just know him way too well.

"If I had been honest from the beginning, none of this would have happened. If I had, we'd be sitting on the couch together at my house right now, watching that weird favorite show of yours." His choice of words elicits a small giggle from you before, he never liked the shows you're watching, but he watched them with you anyways. You turn your head to the window, watching the lights flash past you.

"No one could have known something like this would happen. So please don't blame yourself for it."

"Do you think we can talk again? About the whole thing, then?" you notice the uncertainty in his voice, but also a surge of hope. Tonight has made you realize again what you've known all five months. You don't want to live without James. Yes, he hid something important from you, but he learned from it. At least you hope so. He is your anchor in this totally twisted and brutal world.

"Yes we can, but please tomorrow. Today I just want to sleep."

"Of course. Anything you want." he throws you a joyful smile before quickly returning his gaze to the road. A comfortable silence settles over you before something occurs to you.

"James?"

"Yes princess?"

"you said in the restaurant that it wouldn't be good for the whole town if something happened to me. What did you mean by that?" you notice him turn into the driveway in front of his house and turn off the engine. He turns his upper body toward you as he places his right arm over the steering wheel.  lovingly he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"By that I meant that I would eliminate anyone who wanted to hurt you. I'd set the whole town on fire just to make you feel good."

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #Mob boss bucky #bucky barnes x reader #mob au #ex bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader

[misguidedasgardian]

Best Deal Ever

4. I can't see my feet!

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!reader

Chapter summary: Your lives keep getting enterwined as your relationship develops, but you'll know that with the good things, also comes the bad

Warnings: cursing, involuntary living situation, mob related business, pregnancy! and discussions about it, fluff, and… THE SMUT IS BACK!, soft unprotected sex, dirty talk

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.2 k

You woke up in Bucky’s arms, feeling so warm and protected you couldn’t help but let out a noise like a purr and cuddle yourself more into his thick body

“Oh, good morning,” Bucky purred in your ear

“Good morning” But you felt how he leaned in, kicking the sheets and grabbing you until he lift you off the bed and cradled you in his arms

“Bucky!” you screeched, passing both your arms behind his neck to grab onto him, to make sure he wouldn’t drop you, but you knew, he never would, “Where are you taking me?” you giggled

“To where you belong” he growled, his husky voice resounding on his chest where you laid your head against. You only smiled when you noticed he walked the distance towards his room, passing the double doors and towards his bed 

And there is where he left you, gently he deposited you on his soft bed. You giggled some more, when he tuck you under the covers

“Bucky” you called, when you noticed he wasn’t getting in there with you

“Angel,” he called back, “I’ll be right back, ok?”you just nodded and he disappeared through the double doors 

You looked around and you realized it’s the very first time you were in his room. And it was huge! It had a fireplace right in front of the bed, with a comfortable sofa in front of it. The floor was black marble, and the room was decorated with silver, red and black all over. It was very modern, and masculine. 

When Bucky came back, he didn’t do it alone, maids brought a platter full of breakfast, toast, croissants, fruit, waffles and everything you can dream of. They were placed on the bed in front of you. Coffee and juice in another

“This is a dream” you moaned, you thanked the girls who winked at you, before leaving to leave you both alone again, “You certainly know how to treat a lady” you giggled. And he smiled widely at you, accommodating himself on his side of the bed

It was strange sharing a bed with him, but somehow it felt good, it felt right. It truly felt like you belonged next to him. 

“Dig in love” he encouraged, “We have a very lazy day in front of us” you giggled at his invitation to spend a lazy day with him. It was Sunday anyways, so it sounded like a dream he’d want to spend the day with you. And you just realized how hungry you were, so you took a silver platter and served yourself a generous portion of waffles with all the fixe. Extra syrup and berries. 

you ate and drank juice, Bucky won’t let you drink coffee, excusing that caffeine was bad for your pregnant self and the baby. And you only smiled thinking about how cute it was that he knew that sort of thing. That he was preparing himself to take care of you and your daughter 

After your great hunger was sated, you cleaned your mouth with a satisfied moan. And now you looked at Bucky, still munching on his own waffle. And you were paralized when you saw his strong jawline, his cheekbones, all his face constricting in eating, a little bit of the syrup cream in the corner of his lip. 

And now you were hungry for something else… 

Something primal took a hold of you, a need to kiss his plump lips. 

Your eyes then darted to the tray that held the waffles, syrup, whipped cream and berries, and smiled wickedly, making a plan in your mind… With your index finger you gathered a bit of syrup, all of this under his watchful eyes, and you spread the golden substance on his lips

“You have a little syrup there” you said innocently, or pretending to. He only smiled widely as you leaned into him until your lips kissed the syropy spot right in the corner of his lips. You kissed him lenghtly, and he purred as a result. Letting you do whatever you want to him. You separated shortly after, licking your lips under his content eyes 

“Oh baby” he whined. You wanted him so badly, even though you were jumping the gun, even though you were seated on his bed after breakfast, even though he never made a pass at you since you were in here. 

You could help but whimper in need, flashbacks of that night in the bathroom coming back to you, how he grabbed your thighs as he rose you from the ground and made your back stick to the bathroom stall, and how good the stretch in your pussy felt when his thick cock splitted you open.

“Are you ok Angel?” his eyes were no longer blue, they were almost black because of how much his pupils had enlarged hungrily

“I'm sorry” you whined, “My pregnancy hormones…” he shushed you with his ringed finger over your lips

“Let me help you Angel, come to your baby daddy” he purred, so sensual you thought you could come right then and there, “I’m going to reward you” he said, his voice so husky that it sounded like honey, “For giving me a baby girl, uh?” and you finally erased the distance between you, your lips connecting to yours, when you felt safe in his arms, his arms came around you and made your body stick to yours. You opened your mouth welcoming him into yours rubbing your tongues together, and he tasted like syrup and glory. 

It was too early to say you loved him? Probably, but in the moments that’s how it felt, like you wanted to melt into him and become one. 

“But Bucky, we have 3 days left for our date” you whined against his mouth

“And we are still going to that” he said, chuckling against your mouth. The sounds of platter hitting the floor resounded in the room, but you could care less as you let yourself be engulfed by his arms, and his warm body, and his mouth enveloping yours 

You felt it again, like you fitted so perfectly in his arms like you belonged there. Soon he laid you on the bed your back against the soft covers, and he leaned over you gently 

“I want to say we made this baby with love” he whispered against your lips, “Even though we didn’t know it yet” you smiled as your eyes watered

“She is going to be the most loved little girl in the world” you whispered, and he smiled so beautifully before he kissed you again. You felt his hands sneaking under your pajama shirt, caressing your belly, you let out a purr, his hands on you felt heavenly, your senses were heightened, you felt everything more powerfully.

His hands reached your tits, squeezing gently and his thumb brushing your nipples making them pebble

“Bucky” you moaned 

“You are so sensitive” he admired, his voice against your neck making you flutter. Your hands needed to touch him, finding his chest over his nightshirt, but finding the hem and then caressing his naked skin, the ridges of his muscles made you tingle, especially when he found your special spot in your neck, that made you moan loudly. There was this spot in your neck that made your turn your eyes in pleasure

“Oh look what I found here” he chuckled against the skin on your neck. “Your sweet spot” feeling challenged, you kissed your way down on his own neck as you kept caressing him, searching for his own sweet spot on his neck. Exploring his body was something refreshing, you intended on learning all his favorite spots and his favorite caresses. And you just found one, as he moaned himself when you found his special spot right under his ear

“Oh darling” he purred against your skin, you just giggled against his skin, continuing to explore his body, just like he did yours, caressing your sides and your belly, he took out your sleeping shirt, leaving you naked only with soft cotton panties, you tried to cover your tender breasts, but he grabbed your arms gently and got them out of the way.

“Damn” he leaned in, dropping sloppy kisses in each of your breasts, treating them so delicately like they were the finest of things, he caressed them gently and you just moaned, throwing your head back, getting lost in all the sensations. It was so sweetly overwhelming. 

“Bucky I need you” you begged, your hands in the hem of his boxers to eliminate the last pieces of clothings. He first removed your panties, 

“I need you two” he removed his underwear hastily, not being able to wait any longer, making sure you were ready for him, introducing his fingers through your folds and finding them wet, he only smiled down at you. Finally rubbing his weeping cock, making his tip dance through your folds, covering itself with your juices. You moaned wantonly, placing your hands in his sweaty back, drawing him even closer to you.

He entered you slowly, making your tight pussy feel every vein, ridge and inch of his thick cock. You didn’t remember that this felt so good, if you did, you wouldn’t have let him go

You melted against the mattress in a silent moan, your eyes turning to the back of your head

Bucky watch every reaction from you with a wicked smile, as he opened you up slowly and widely for him, caressing your thigh making your leg wrap around his hip

He started pounding into you once he made sure you were comfortable with him. Slowly but passionately he explored your insides until he found your spongy spot inside of you and once he found it, he made sure he hit it over and over again. 

You close your eyes to try to grip into reality but you only saw stars under your eyelids, your hands scratched his back, making him growl

Your climax hit you like a truck, under his sweet words he whispered in your ear

“That’s it angel,” he purred against your ear, kissing your neck, “Come for me my sweet girl”

“Bucky” your brain was so melted in pleasure you could only whisper his name like a prayer, as you hold tightly onto him like he was a lifesaver 

“You are gripping me so tightly you are going to make me cum” he said huskily, “My baby mama, my angel” he moaned against your mouth.

You kissed him roughly, like you wanted to devour him and he kissed you back

“I think I love you” he whispered against your mouth as he kept fucking you into the mattress. You knew right then and there that he had ruined you for other men as he built his own climax alongside your second one

You didn’t even knew it was possible but there you were, cumming around his thick cock as he also cummed deep inside you

You recuperated your breaths together, he over you, looking at you with those stormy blue eyes that could make you do anything he asked 

He took himself off of you slowly, gently, dragging a soft moan from you. Blushing scandalously you realized that you didn’t like to feel that empty. He kissed you slowly, savoring your lips, sighing against your mouth, like not wanting to ever release you

“I changed my mind” he said, looking at you with those eyes that could melt you

“About what?” you asked, suddenly fearful

“I don’t want you in an apartment, I want you here with me” he whispered, “I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night, I want you by my side and my baby girl in my arms… I want you here, in our home, in our bed” he purred against you, and he squeezed you gently in his arms, like he was fearful of you leaving

“I don’t want to leave either” you confessed, “I want that too” you whispered and he smiled widely before kissing you again

“Bucky this isn’t protection!” his lawyer protested, “This is giving away all your shit!” Bucky sighed

“It’s protecting her, even from me” he said firmly, “She is expecting my child and we are not even married, what if I walk out of here tomorrow and someone shoots me in the face?” he asked, “I want her and my child to be protected,” Andy Barber looked at him in awe  

“Ok then”

“I want you to set up an account” Bucky said slowly, “I want her to receive half of everything I own, specially the cash” His lawyer nodded, “And the manor”

“What?” he looked at him in surprise

“And the dogs” Bucky smiled, “The European states, can go to Rebecca, and my mother” he muttered, “Half the cash will go to Steve Rogers and the rest of the family, to keep operations running until Steve can take over”

“Very well…”

“And I don’t want the family coming after her, and I want you to put that in my will as well” Andy kept nodding as he redacted everything, “Can you do that for me Barber?”

“I will redact everything up” he said, looking up at him, “I'll make sure that if everything happens to you, she and your child will be taken care of, ok?” He stood up and shook Bucky’s hand

“Thanks man”

They stroke hands to close the deal. And when his lawyer left, Bucky sat on his chair content, he already had passed over to you a sizeable amount to an account you’ll be the only one with access, he had to secure you, like he said to Andy, even from himself

Speaking about that, he needed to find you to ask you something very important. He walked towards your room, knocked at the door and waited for your gentle “come in” for him to enter.

He found you trying on your dresses, your baby bump unconceivable already, your clothes were beginning to be too tight for you

“Hey you” he said softly, coming inside your room. “Gods, you are getting bigger” you arched one of your brows in an amused grin, “That's not what I meant!” he said hastily, and you just giggled

“Must be all those desserts” you giggled, “An waffles, and treats May cooks for me” 

“No, it's my baby in there” he said, recuperating his relaxed and controlled facade 

“Yeah” you caressed your belly gently

“I wanted to tell you I have some… friends… coming over” he seemed increasingly tense at this

“Oh?” you murmured, to let him continue after an uncomfortable pause

“Business dinner” he said, looking at you with warning in his eyes

“OH! Mob business” you concluded, and he seemed to relax and nodded

“Yes, exactly”

“Do you want me to… hide here?” you asked, “I can ask May to prepare something for me earlier and then…”

“Actually” he continued, “I want you by my side”

“Really?” you couldn’t hide how surprised you were at his request. He smiled at you

“Yes” he said firmly, “You are the mother of my unborn child, and I want you there by my side” you smiled and walked towards him, he received you in his arms and give you a chaste peck on the lips, “We are friends and we will discuss friendly things” he clarified

“Ok, I’d love to meet more friends of yours”

“Great” he kissed you again, his hands traveling up and down your hips and waist. “And I will call a friend of mine, so she can take you shopping”

“A friend that can take me shopping?” you asked, nor understanding how both things combined

“She is some sort of… personal shopper?” he said trying to explain, “She’ll help you find amazing maternity clothes and such, you’ll love her she is very sweet, and lovely”

“That sounds fun but you don’t have to do it, and my budget is a little tight right now” he arched one of his eyebrows

“I’m buying” he said firmly, “It isn’t a question future Mrs Barnes”

“Future Mrs Barnes?” you savored in your mouth, slowly

“Well, mother of future Lady Barnes, for now” he tried again, and you just kept smiling at him, he walked towards you and grabbed your hips, drawing you until you were completely glued to his body, he leaned in and kissed you gently, slowly, savoring you. Then he pressed his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes with adorations

“I love how you are growing with my baby” he whispered, and you just felt so flustered, “I want you to go and buy all the maternity clothes you can get your hands on, so you can be as comfortable as possible” yo just nodded as he kissed you again

“Hell I have to part from you my angel” he whispered, or we are not leaving this house for the rest of the day”

“That sounds good to me” you said simply, but he just smiled

“I need to go out but Wanda is on her way” you just nodded and with a last kiss, he went away

You were skeptical at first but as it turns out she turned out to be a lovely young girl, matching your own age. And not even 5 minutes later you thought you had known her for years. She hugged you tightly as she introduced herself as the wife of the accountant for many of Bucky’s businesses 

She dragged you gently out of the house where a black SUV was waiting for you both, and a little to your surprise you found out Scott and Clint were coming with you like your bodyguards

Why would you need bodyguards?

“I don’t think Bucky trusts me” yu whispered to Wanda as the car pulled out of the driveway

“What?” she asked, “No, he does this for me as well when I shop for him, it’s only precaution, for us to be safe”

“Safe from what?” but you only got a sympathetic look as a response.

The ride was filled with anecdotes and laughter coming back and forth from Wanda and you, you had a lot of things in common, both had a similar young life, and now, you were both intertwined with a world you honestly felt a little scared by.

And you weren’t even sure if you wanted to get involved in it

But was it a little too late though?

The car stopped at the very entrance of the most luxurious and expensive shopping mall of the entire city, you looked at Wanda wide eyed as this mall only had stores that sell things you could only dream you could afford

“Don't give me that look” she giggled grabbing your hand and jumping out of the vehicle as soon as Scott opened the door for you, “I’m taking you shopping not to the death row, besides, Bucky’s buying”

“He gave you…?” you walked into the shopping center hand in hand with Wanda and the two guys trotting behind you

“Of course I have his cards, I’m his personal shopper” she said simply, “And at the time we are done, you are going to look like a princess”

The first store you entered as soon as the girl behind the counter saw you both enter, she almost bowed as she came close with a wide smile

“Miss Maximoff!” she greeted, “How wonderful to see you here, we’ve recently got the new season and we know Mr Barnes…”

“I’m going to stop you right there, today we need to dress her” she pointed at you and you expected, somehow, to be greeted with contempt, but she look at you up and don with a wide smile and bright eyes like you were her new project

“Beautiful!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious as you smiled too, “Oh sweet girl you are pregnant, say no more” she took your hand and took you to the back. You looked at Wanda for help but she only smiled wickedly

“You know I’m thinking of two evening dresses, have in mind the suits we got from you for Mr Barnes, they are the new hit couple and they must match!” she chanted as the lady made you step up into a small stage to take your measures of every inch of your body. “And her growing belly!” 

“Don’t you worry!” she said cheerfully

You had never craved champagne more in your life than this moment where Wanda sat on a luxurious couch with a flute in hand while you stood there and she dressed you like a doll, trying fabrics of all kinds and colors over your complexion while also complimenting you.

You reluctantly chose three dresses, a beautiful red number, tight around your chest but then fell freely to the floor, loose so your belly would grow and the dress would still fit

Algo a beautiful purple dress that reminded you of Natalie Portman’s dress she wore at the Oscars the year she was pregnant. And then one that resembles a Blake Lively’s dress you loved

When it was time to pay you looked away as you saw the amount of the three dresses was the same as one year of your apartment’s rent. Flustered and feeling incredibly embarrassed, Wanda just looked at you funny

“Don’t worry, it’s her first time” she giggled with the nice lady and she agreed, like you needed to get accustomed to spend 6 figures in dresses

“I want to see the new season anyways, so you’ll see me sooner rather than later” Wanda aid goodbye as she grabbed your hand with one hand and the bags with the other

“Always a pleasure Miss Maximoff! Miss Barnes!” she said as a goodbye

You felt flustered yet again when you heard her call you by Bucky’s name

“Sounds good right?” Wanda said suggestively, giving the bags to Scott who received them comically, surprised by their weight 

Next store was to find matching shoes, and the next, accessories, already at the fourth store you were feeling tired, but humored Wand at trying, this time, more comfortable and informal clothings

Wanda left to find a matching belt even though you suggested it wasn’t a good idea due to your growing belly, but she went anyways, you guessed to buy something for herself

You contemplated your pregnant belly in that Tommy Hilfiger overall you really really liked, liking the relaxed look and how comfortable those jeans were, this was more your style than those expensive dresses. So you decided to take it.

But, another dress was waiting for you in the hanger so you changed back, deciding to take the overall with you. You got into the expensive looking baby pink dress and when you managed to close the zipper you got off the dressing room to place yourself in front of the mirror

“I thought you said he wouldn’t let you leave, but yet here you are, passing his credit card around like you are at the market” you froze in your dress as you identified Dot through the reflection in the mirror. She was holding a champagne flute in her hand, and a mean look on her face

“Things change” you muttered shyly, feeling incredibly uncomfortable

“What are you doing here, Homewrecker?” she asked, “You clearly don’t belong here I mean look at you, those shoes with that dress? please” she said, mean, and what was hidden in your mind all along came afloat, you didn’t belonged here 

“Bucky wanted me to get clothes”

“Don’t I know that move” she said bitterly, “Him buying you anything he can, but that doesn’t mean he wants to keep you around”

“That seems like a me problem” you said back, turning to look at her. You looked over her shoulder for any signs of Wanda, Clint or Scott but you couldn’t see anyone, you were alone with her. She looked at you up and down, walking until there was barely a foot between you

“You don’t belong with him” she said, “you don’t belonged in the manor and you don’t belong here” in a second you felt cold in all your front as she dumped the content of her champagne flute all over the front of your dress 

You squealed in surprise as you backed down, tripping over with a small step and falling slowly on your ass. Bitter tears ran down your cheeks as she only smiled cruelly down at you, turning around and leaving you alone

Wanda ran towards you, helping you off the floor. You thanked that everything was carpeted and you didn’t got hurt, but still the scare made your body tremble

“I’m going to fucking ran her over with a bulldozer like a cartoon caracter” she growled, her face red as her hair, you only sniffed in her arms and he hugged you tightly against her small figure. 

Dorothy smiled as she walked away from the store, she took out her cell phone from her designer purse and dialed a number hastily, it rang two times before a thick accent answered her on the other side of the line

“I want to move forward with the plan” he said firmly, “Did you receive the details for the security around the house?”

“I did, yes, even so, I’ve got an invitation for tonight, as a guest of John” 

“Good” she chanted smiling wickedly

“You know you won’t get anything out of this, right?”

“Oh but I will” she answered, “But that's only to my knowledge”

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you”

“Same” she giggled 

If you thought we've seen the last of Dot you were mistaken muajajaja

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[sunnysideprincess]

The thing about gaining Captain's privilege was Nat's idea. Apparently, Pepper's wife had run circles with old Captain before the man croaked in his sleep. The Black Widow had been the next suitable candidate for the throne. But then Natasha Romanoff disappeared off the face of the planet and somewhere else, Natalie Rushman popped up engaged to the newest CEO of Stark Industries. So Captain Sam Wilson had lasted three or four years, grieving his partner's death and ever so vigilant against Hydra or the Flag Smashers. Except some sassy twink working for his sister stole his heart and the next thing, there's Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes sitting on the throne as if it always belonged to him.

When Howard died, leaving behind a legacy of blood, carnage and betrayal, all Tony knew was that the ticker in his heart won't be ticking for too long (though he was the only one who knew that apart from Bruce) and that the blood on his hand won't ever wash off. The whole world had been shocked when he shut down the weapons division. His most secret contacts foamed in their mouth. Shield was sitting like a gaggle of spoiled children denied their toys for Christmas. And Thaddeus Ross had all but threatened to kick Rhodey to the curb if his boys weren't given the Merchant's special rewards. Though joke was on him, when his Rhodeybear got his ass for illegal experiments that exploded a part of new Harlem.

Cheers to the stars, Tony Stark had pulled through in the nick of time and presented the world with SI's only saving grace: house hold appliances, defense utility for the army and now, green energy.

But the thing is—though the name dies, the enemy doesn't. And Tony Stark had a whole list of people who wanted him dead. (Not that they'd need to do much, if Bruce's warning went by anything.) Pepper had been crying the whole day when her new PA, Maya Hansen tried to kill him with a kitchen knife on the word of Aldrich. So Natalie-Natasha, whatever just took his hand and dragged him off to her old hangout.

It was there Tony came face to face with his biggest problem.

Of all things, Tony fucking Stark was no inexperienced twink living off the dime of his father. He wasn't some blushing virgin in the sheets. But he swears to god, his whole face had gone up to flames when Barnes looked him up and down like some graveyard judge and then grinned like a shark.

"I was wondering when I'd have the privilege of knowing you, Mister Stark," he recalls being purred over the spill of an expensive bottle of wine.

If his memory serves correct, Natalie had exploded in a world of Russian expletives and lectured Barnes about proper client etiquette. He doesn't remember much after that. But there might have been an obvious display of that gorgeous arm and the promise of a hefty fee for Barnes' personal time ", well I wouldn't call it being wasted, not when I'd be reaping up all the benefits, hmm?"

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[monster-cock69]

what about a soulmate mob and omegaverse au with party omega peter and strict alpha bucky

there'd be so much glaring

maybe the first time peter says "i love you" is mid argument because he snuck out to get drunk again

#i just love it #winterspider #bucky barnes #peter parker #someone please write this #prompt #omegaverse #mob au #mob boss bucky #soulmate au #alpha bucky #omega peter #avengers #marvel #spiderman #winter soldier

[pirate54]

Ain’t wrong

#FSBC #Sebastian Stan #Golden Globes #2023 #fanfiction #mafia #mob boss bucky

[fsbc-librarian]

I mean, i’m not wrong 🤷‍♀️

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PS. How do I embed the video so you don’t have to leave to watch it?

Too late. TikTok breaks it’s links after like 2 months 😭

#stucky #fsbc #fsbc library #bucky barnes #fanfiction #fanfic #Sebastian Stan #mafia #fic req #please #mob boss Bucky #how tf do I embed a TikTok video?

[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane [17] - Disagreements

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Petty fights can start out of nowhere.

Word Count: 2800

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, stabbing, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

Series Masterlist

Waking up and not finding Bucky in bed next to you wasn’t unfamiliar to you.

He always woke up before you, but this was the first time you were hearing a second, very familiar voice booming through the house and you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes.

What on earth was your father doing in your apartment this early on in the morning?

You pushed the covers off of you and looked around the room for Alpine but she wasn’t there either. Grabbing the first thing you found -which turned out to be one of Bucky’s crisp white button up shirts- you pulled it over your tank top and shorts, then went downstairs, following the voices.

“If this has been your plan all along,” your father’s stern voice reached your ear from Bucky’s office, “I swear to God—”

“I don’t have any plans,” Bucky’s much calmer voice replied and you pulled your brows together, approaching the doorframe but still shielding yourself from their gaze. Alpine meowed when she saw you, running to you but neither of them seemed to notice it.

“No?” your father asked. “So this is not some sort of elaborate plot to take over my territory?”

“Not at all.”

“Then why was she having a briefing with Rogers?”

“Because I don’t think my wife should be kept out of the business entirely,” Bucky said as you bent down to scratch at Alpine’s head before straightening your back again. “It’s the new generation, we do things differently now.”

Your father let out a furious breath.

“Listen,” he said. “I don’t care what you do with your own business, but if you’re putting ideas into my daughter’s head—”

“Arthur, she’s smart as fuck, you do realize that?” Bucky snapped, making you smirk. “There’s no idea I can put into her head that she hasn’t thought about to begin with.”

“Not to mention,” you said and stepped into the office, making both of them turn to look at you. “She has a phone. So if you wanted to see me, you could just let me know.”

Your father gritted his teeth and stole a look at Bucky. “Give us a minute.”

If it were anyone else, you were sure they would be hurrying off to the door because you had seen your father intimidate countless men throughout your life, but Bucky didn’t seem intimidated in the slightest as he leaned back to his desk.

“This is my house,” he replied, making your father blink a couple of times.

“And I’d like a moment alone with my daughter.”

Bucky turned to look at you as if silently asking if you wanted him to leave and you shook your head, then crossed your arms.

“Anything you want to say, you can say it in front of my husband,” you told him, making Bucky grin proudly. “So?”

Your father’s glare at you was enough to make the sudden chill of nervousness shoot through you, but you didn’t let it show on your face as he shook his head.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing,” you said. “I literally woke up to you guys’ yelling to be honest—”

“Having a meeting with Rogers,” he cut you off impatiently as if he didn’t have the time for your jokes. “What is that about?”

You let a smirk pull your lips.

“Did Ian come and cry to you about it?” you asked. “Honestly.”

“He did let me know, yes,” he said. “As he was supposed to. Seeing that you weren’t planning on telling me about it, I’m glad he did.”

“You have your messenger boy there already,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “It’s clear you don’t need me to tell you anything.”

He took a deep breath like he was trying his hardest to stay calm and you stole a look at Bucky who gave you an assuring smile, watching you two.

“Sweetheart,” he said, the slight condescending tone in his voice making you clench your jaw. “I know that you want to be a part of the business, and Bucky is for some reason fueling this nonsense, but—”

“He’s not fueling anything,” you growled. “I happen to have my own mind, unlike what you seem to think.”

“Y/N—”

“I mean who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“Okay!” Bucky cut you two off before your father could answer. “Can I suggest we all calm down before anyone says anything they might regret?”

Both you and your father looked at him before turning to glare at each other again and your father pursed his lips, heaving a sigh.

“I’m not trying to patronize you,” he said and you raised your brows.

“Might be too late for that.”

“But I need you to be safe,” he said, making Bucky frown for the first time. “And becoming a part of the business…”

“To repeat, I can make my own decisions.”

“I’m not putting her in danger, Arthur,” Bucky said, his voice calm despite the stern expression on his face. “You know I would never.”

“Right,” your father scoffed and gave you a warning look. “Y/N, I mean it. What you’re trying to do—”

“What makes you think I’m trying to do anything?”

“Because I wrote the playbook you’re following,” your father replied. “I taught you every single trick, and now you’re going to turn around and treat me like I’m clueless?”

You clicked your tongue, tilting your head.

“I’m not doing anything that you haven’t been doing with me for years now,” you said. “You pushed me out of the picture, you’ve been treating me with kid gloves and you have the audacity to give me that speech right now?”

He ran a hand over his face.

“I’m only doing what your mother would like, for you.”

You let out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No,” you said. “You’re doing what you would like, for me. And I’m done letting you.”

You could see a muscle in his jaw ticking as he glared at you for a couple of seconds, then took a deep breath.

“We will talk later when you’re calmer,” he said and stormed out of the office before you heard the front door slam. You rolled your eyes and turned to Bucky who gave you a tight-lipped smile.

“Good morning,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?” you asked back and Bucky waved a hand in the air.

“I’m fine,” he said. “Hungry though. Breakfast?”

You huffed out a laugh and nodded your head.

“Yes please,” you said. “Jesus, what a morning.”

                                               *

It wasn’t that you kept the fact that you were meeting Ethan this afternoon a secret, it was just that you didn’t think Bucky needed to know about it. This marriage was fake yes, and it wasn’t like you were having a secret affair meeting, you two were just friends and it was a normal gather up with your friend.

Or at least, that’s what you had been trying to convince yourself of the whole morning.

You drummed your fingernails on the table and reached out to grab your cup to take a sip of your latte, but lowered it when the wind bells by the door chimed and your gaze fell on Ethan. He looked around the café, then gave you a small smile and approached you as you stood up.

“Hey,” he said, giving you a curt hug and you smiled as he pulled back, then sat down again.

“Hi,” you said. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you two,” he said as he sat down and ordered a coffee. “How have you been?”

“Good,” you said. “You?”

“Busy a bit. You look—” he paused for a moment when his eyes fell upon your wedding ring. “Married.”

You let out a nervous laugh and heaved a sigh.

“Mm hm.”

He pursed his lips together and took a deep breath.

“I owe you an apology,” he said, making you shake your head.

“Ethan…”

“I do,” he said. “I’m—It was stupid to say all that shit. Trust me, I wanted to text and apologize so many times, I just didn’t think you wanted to hear my voice.”

You rolled your eyes at him in a lighthearted manner.

“Ethan, you happen to be the only person in my life who’s not…” you trailed off and he gave you a small smile.

“Who’s not following the same career path?”

You clicked your tongue. “That’s one way to put it,” you said, making him chuckle. “So yeah, I reacted badly as well. I was very tense when we had that conversation.”

He offered his hand. “Truce then?”

You scoffed a laugh, then reached out to shake his hand.

“Everyone knows I’m a big fan of truce,” you said and he grinned, then thanked the waitress when she brought his coffee.

“So,” he said after taking a sip of his coffee. “How is it then? Do guns go off when you and Barnes enter the building or…?”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Ethan.”

“Do you guys do that Mr. and Mrs. Smith shit?”

“Wrong movie reference.”

He held up his hands, gesturing surrender.

“Does he still dislike me?”

The correct and honest answer would be that Bucky didn’t even think about Ethan, at least in your opinion. Not only did he have bigger problems what with HYDRA and their attacks in the city, his dynamic with the other bosses were bound to get tense with you officially becoming a part of the business.

So, he was probably too busy to sit around and think about Ethan.

“Nah I don’t think so,” you managed to say, leaning back. “That night at the club, I know he was an asshole but we were…things were weird between us then.”

“I’d say so,” he said, and licked his lips. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you said. “As long as I can answer it hypothetically, that is.”

“Is it real?”

That managed to make you pull back slightly and you blinked a couple of times before heaving a sigh.

“I don’t understand what you—”

“Because I’d like to think that we had something, back at college,” he said, making your brows furrow. “And that night at the club, you weren’t looking at him like…I could’ve sworn you hated him, Y/N.”

“Like I said, things were weird between us then,” you muttered, turning the coffee cup in this saucer and he shook his head.

“And it changed that fast?” he asked. “Listen, I’m going to shut up if you don’t want me to talk about this, but if it’s not real—”

“If it’s not real, you’ll save me?” you asked with a scoff. “I’m not some princess in a castle Ethan.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware.”

“Hypothetically, even if it weren’t—”

“Hypothetically,” he cut you off. “I’d happily wait for your divorce.”

That made you stop talking as your eyes snapped up to his and you gawked at him in a dumbfounded silence.

Ah.

Alright, this was…

The idea was quite lovely, to be honest. As you had told Becca, being with Ethan would be so simple, he was a civilian so there would be no ulterior motives or plotting or any of the tension you knew each and every couple in business had. Not only that, but Bucky had broken your heart so terribly all those years ago and you were sure that if you decided to see or treat this marriage like a real marriage, he would do it again.

Unlike Ethan.

Dear God, it would be so peaceful.

But you knew you couldn’t deal with whatever this was when you were going for your father’s crown. This right here was a distraction, and you couldn’t entertain the idea of a distraction.

You clicked your tongue and sat up straighter, checking the time.

“Sorry, I just remembered I had this thing,” you muttered, desperate to get away and he stood up as you did.

“Y/N,” he said apologetically. “I’m sorry if that sounded—”

“No no,” you said with a shake of your head. “I don’t…I get what you mean, I really do. And as much as I know you mean well, saying this now is very disrespectful to Bucky so I’d rather if we didn’t speak about this again.”

He pursed his lips and nodded his head.

“Understood,” he said. “I won’t, I promise.”

“I’ll see you later, okay?” you asked and gave him a short hug, then walked out of the café, your heart beating fast.

“What the fuck was that?” you muttered to yourself as you got into your car and let out a breath, then started driving.

                           ��                             *

As you walked into the Barnes skyscraper, you were still trying to comprehend just why the hell, out of all things to say to Ethan, you had chosen ‘disrespect to Bucky’ as your answer. What Ethan had said wasn’t even so bad, you had been reminding Bucky that you two would eventually get a divorce and even talk about all the things you’d do on your second wedding and marriage to someone else, but when Ethan so much as mentioned waiting for your divorce, you had decided to draw the line?

This was rather absurd.

You rolled your shoulders back as someone escorted you to the elevator and pressed the button for you and you checked your reflection in the mirror until you got to the top floor and the doors opened.

“I can find my way, thank you,” you said told the bodyguard and walked out of the elevator to make your way to Bucky’s office.

“Is he in?” you asked the receptionist who stood up when she saw you.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Great, thank you,” you said and knocked on the door, then opened it to step inside. Bucky was sitting behind his desk, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the computer screen, but he turned his head when he saw you and raised his brows.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you said and approached the couch to fling yourself on it, crossing your legs. “So my father didn’t call me after this morning, has George called you?”

“No.”

The curt answer made you tilt your head and you frowned at him.

“Have you heard from anyone else?” you asked. “Because I feel like—”

“How was lunch with Ethan?”

That made you stop talking and you raised your brows, your stomach doing a flip.

“Are you having me followed?” you asked sharply through your teeth and he let out a bitter chuckle.

“I don’t need to have you followed,” he said. “You met the guy in my territory in case you forgot.”

You licked your lips, crossing your arms defiantly.

“So what, am I supposed to report back to you every single thing I do now?”

“I think I’d like to know if you’re meeting your ex -who by the way, still wants to fuck you- like a week after our wedding, yeah,” he shot back, making your jaw drop.

“Easy there, cowboy.”

“Y/N we had an agreement—”

“Does it look like I’m sleeping with him from where you’re sitting?” you asked. “I know the agreement. You don’t sleep with anyone else and neither do I, until our divorce.”

“Then?”

“Then I can have lunch with whoever I want.”

“To repeat, he wants to—”

“It was a friendly lunch and he just apologized for reacted badly when I told him we would be getting married,” you defended yourself hurriedly, knowingly leaving out the part Ethan said about your potential divorce and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Oh I wonder why he reacted badly to us getting married,” he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “What could it be? Any ideas?”

God damn it.

“This is not even a real marriage,” you hissed as you leaned in, careful not to speak too loud in case anyone outside could hear. “Or did you forget about that part?”

“Did you forget about the part we’re supposed to act madly in love?” he asked back, his voice calm unlike yours and even though he did have a point, the petulant part of you refused to acknowledge it, so you did the first thing you thought of and got up from the couch.

“I’m done talking about this.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m done I said!” you snapped over your shoulder and walked out of the office without looking back, making your way to the elevator. Your heart was beating in your ears and you grabbed your phone, and touched Becca’s name as the doors closed, the elevator moving.

“Hey,” Becca’s voice reached you. “What’s up?”

“I snapped at Ethan for disrespecting Bucky and then snapped at Bucky within the same hour,” you said and she paused for a moment, then hummed.

“I’m getting the wine ready,” she said. “Grab some sushi on your way here?”

“You got it,” you said and hung up the phone, then leaned your head back to the elevator wall. “What the actual fuck am I doing?”

Chapter 18

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[buckets-and-trees]

SALT (Bucky x Reader)

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: mostly-dark!mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2.8k  Summary: True achievement in the restaurant industry requires a relentless drive. No compromises. You've risen through the ranks, and when your mentor retires, you're rightly given the mantle of executive chef at Devour. On your night of ascension, the dining room is packed, and among the guests is someone equally as relentless to get what he wants.

Content Warnings: imbalanced power dynamics, bribery, workplace manipulation, NON/DUBIOUS CONSENT, explicit language, risk of being caught, food play, knife play, nipple/breast play, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, edging, unprotected vaginal intercourse, non-graphic cream pie (not the food kind)

Additional Notes: Written for @the-slumberparty's April Mob AU challenge. Using dark prompt #23 (bolded in the dialogue).

tagging some peeps who showed interest in the preview for this little thing: @sidepartskinnyjeans @vonalyn @winterslove1917

“You’re not serious, Stanley.”

“I am.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Sure. Whatever. I don’t have time for customer meet and greets during a normal service, let alone tonight of all nights.”

“You will do it,” Stanley insisted, “because it’s James Barnes and he’s got more money and influence than any god. He owns the mob scene in this town.”

When your maître d’ didn’t say anything more, you turned to truly look at him. 

You frowned but set down your pan with a huff. “Fine. Charlie, take over while I apparently go make an appearance.”

“Table twenty-seven,” Stanley said, handing you a clean dish towel, which you pressed against your forehead, cheeks, and neck as you headed for the door that led from kitchen to dining area, tossing the towel in the laundry bin under one of the counters. 

You pushed past the kitchen doors and walked through the dining room towards table twenty-seven, one of the handful booths and tables nestled in small alcoves that offered a little more privacy for VIP reservations, set off on a small dais with walls of green plants strategically placed to create ambience while sectioning off the area from curious eyes and a plethora of potential phone cameras. 

There were five individuals seated around the table, but he drew your attention first as you approached. He clocked your progress before any of his companions, and when he looked up, his stare fixed on you with such intensity that you took a brief pause before your next step, which he clearly noted, and the corner of his mouth ticked up in the slightest smirk. It made your blood heat with irritation, but you focused on remaining calm and professional as you stepped up to the table. 

“This was an exquisite meal, Chef,” he said, drawing the attention of his companions to you immediately.

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Sam here hasn’t been able to shut up about it since the first course came out,” a blonde man sitting to his right said. 

“And you haven’t left even a crumb on your plate through any course, Steve,” he chided back good naturedly. 

Each of them had a girl tucked in next to them, but not the man with dark hair and steel blue eyes you still found it difficult to look away from who had to be the infamous James. His friends and their companions continued to rave for another minute or two about different parts of the meal’s courses. You expected them to be closer to the age of your parents, not much nearer yours. 

“Well, thank you again,” you finally said. “We’re pleased to have you dining at our restaurant tonight. Devour is a dream for all of us on the staff. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to the kitchen to oversee final preparations for the dessert course.”

“I’m eager for what’s to come next, Chef,” he said, looking you up and down, his eyes darkening. You’d delivered the overture for your exit, but he somehow made it clear it was only with his approval that you would leave in that moment. 

Twenty minutes later, you sprinkled a touch of flaky salt over the ribbon of whiskey-laced caramel drizzled over the chocolate mousse, Charlie adorned it with a perfect rosette of the Chantilly cream, and you slid the final plate across to Stanley, who put it on the final tray and sent the waiter on his way. 

“That’s service, everyone!” you announced, and some of the staff clapped and whooped. 

You smiled, truly satisfied. Charlie bumped elbows with you, and when you turned your head to look at him, you couldn’t help the genuine smile bursting across your face. 

“Truly a triumph for you taking over,” Stanley said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You’ve more than earned your new title as the executive chef of Devour and this kitch–“

He was cut off as there was a burst of activity at the doors coming in from the dining room. “Everyone, clear the kitchen! Out the back, please,” came a booming voice that you’d heard speak much more congenially earlier in the dining room. It was clear this man was used to giving orders and having them followed without question. 

“Excuse me,” Stanley turned to look, but on seeing who was sweeping in and ushering his staff out before him, but his tone shifted when he saw who was giving the orders – now guarded but polite, “Oh, Mr. Rogers.”

“And if I could have a word with you in particular,” Steve said, addressing Stanley and nodding towards the back. 

“Of course,” he responded.

You and Stanley exchanged a glance, and you began clearing out with the rest, but Steve put a hand on your shoulder. “Not you,” he said a little more quietly. “You stay here.”

You frowned and tilted your head as you looked up at him. He only smirked at you. 

“The rest of you, keep it moving, let’s go!”

You chewed on your bottom lip and let your hand drop to the silver surface of the counter where your fingers immediately began to drum impatiently. After a moment you turned to look over at the door to the dining room, and your breath hitched. 

He was there, leaning up against the door frame, blue eyes fixed on you. 

His face was unreadable, and so you tried to keep your face blank as well as he stalked toward you, coming around the plating area and to your side of the counter. 

“What is this, Mr. Barnes?”

“I’m buying this restaurant. Steve’s arranging everything with Stanley right now.”

Your brow furrowed.

“I own this kitchen, and I own you, Chef.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he put two fingers to your lips. 

“I’m tripling your salary,” he said as he stepped right into your space, backing you up against the counter, only a breath of space between you. 

Your heart was racing for too many reasons – anger, incredulity, but also a thrill of arousal. You wanted to refuse him, but he also drew you in, and you could not deny that. You knew he was dangerous, you were infuriated by his audacity, and yet…

“You can’t turn down an offer like that,” he continued, “especially not after the years of hard work I know you put in for the executive chef apron in this kitchen. Our stories are not so different in that way. You earned this. You won’t walk away.” 

“I can–“

“But you won’t,” he cut over you. You glowered, but he ignored your slow burning anger and instead reached around behind your back to tug at the ties of your apron. Then his voice dropped down an octave as he spoke again, “Don’t fight me. You will give yourself to me.”

“I won’t.” You cocked your chin up.

“You will,” he insisted. He pulled the black apron away from your body and tossed it onto the counter behind you.

“You will give yourself to me now.” He pushed forward, pinning you to the counter with his pelvis. You tried to suppress a shaky exhale, feeling his erection pressing into you.  “Soon you will warm my bed,” he bent his head down to ghost a kiss at your temple, then another on your cheek, before he moved his mouth further down and murmured his next threat down the column of your throat, “and I promise it won’t be long until you will beg for me to take you apart without any coercion.”

When his tongue darted out over the sensitive spot just under your jaw, a whimper escaped from your chest before you could stop it, and you felt him smile against your skin. 

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Please, anyone could catch us.”

He chuckled. “Sam and Steve are preventing that,” he said, pulling away just enough to start unbuttoning your black chef’s jacket. “But,” he continued, “if you make too much noise, you’ll confirm that we’re doing anything more than talking.” 

Once he had finished with all the buttons, he pushed the coat open. Your eyes were still closed until you felt the cool edge of a knife on your sternum, and your eyes burst open again, fear and adrenaline rushing through your body, but luckily he wasn’t looking at your face, focused instead on your chest where his metal fingers skimmed lightly over the bared skin for just a moment before they gripped the fabric of your black camisole and bra while his other hand tore his knife down in a swift movement, splitting your undergarments down the middle, putting your chest on full display for his hungry eyes. He pushed the clothing out of the way fully only over your left shoulder. 

He lifted his gaze to meet your eyes again. “Dessert was exquisite, but it didn’t satisfy what I wanted.”

He reached for a nearby saucepan, which still had a ladle in it, and smiled as he gave it a stir. You watched as he took a scoop of the caramel sauce and poured a little over the round swell of your breast. It was warm, and started to slowly spread, but not enough to drip and make a mess. You imagined in his line of work, he knew how to be precise, not leave anything extra to clean up. He set the pan back down on the counter, and then reached for something else, returning with a pinch of the flaky salt that he then sprinkled over the caramel. 

For a moment he merely admired his handiwork. then his warm hand came up to cup the underside of your breast, and then his mouth descended to lap up the salted caramel from your tender flesh. Heat bloomed across your chest and straight to your head and your core, his ministrations eliciting a low moan from you. He hummed in approval, then took your nipple into his mouth. Your nipples were always very sensitive, and he was not careful with his attention there, sucking, nipping, and licking until you whimpered and tried to push him away. He kept mouthing painfully at your nipple another moment longer. 

He leaned back for a moment to look own at you, scrutinizing your face. You were not sure what he saw there, truthfully you didn’t know how to feel and what front to put up, but whatever he assessed didn’t deter him. 

He lifted one hand to your neck and then trailed the back of his fingers down your sternum, between your breasts, over your stomach, a light touch that wasn’t rushed, knowing he could draw a shiver of anticipation from you with the purposeful action. He unbuttoned your pants, and as he slipped his hand into your panties and cupped your mound, he leaned in close to your ear and softly said, “You earned this, too, Chef.”

His fingers sought your folds. “And you are wet for me.” You didn’t need to see his face to imagine the satisfaction that must be there – it was evident in his tone. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear. “Close like this,” he whispered, “I’ll still hear even the small pretty noises I’m going to draw from you with my fingers in your cunt.”

And even though you were expecting it – dreading it? – you gasped when he quickly thrust two fingers inside you, knuckles deep, and moved them expertly in and out of your tight heat, questing and quickly finding the sensitive spongy spot on the front of your pelvic wall. You bit your lip to keep keening as quiet as you could, and your arms gripped his biceps, looking for an anchor to reality. He played your pussy quickly, nimble and knowing fingers familiarizing themselves too easily with your body for your comfort. 

His thumb went to work expertly drawing tight circles over your clit, still thrusting his fingers inside you, and the additional stimulation forced you into an intense orgasm you didn’t want to give him, burrowing your face into his neck to smother your small cry of ecstasy. 

You didn’t want to see his face – undoubtedly haughty knowing he’s pleased you despite you wanting to refuse him the satisfaction – and in this you are spared at least for the moment as without pretense he abruptly spins you around and tugs your pants and underwear down your thighs. You heard the quick unbuckling of his belt and unzipping of his pants as he freed his hard length. You had only a second to brace yourself against the countertop as he gripped your hip with one hand and used his other to guide his tip to your thoroughly slick and ready opening. One full and quick thrust had him fully sheathed inside you, punching the air from your lungs. He leaned forward against your back, his mouth close to your ear again. “Feel me in there? Stretching you to the limit.” 

He rolled his hips ever so slightly, slowly, and your head fell back against his shoulder.

“Yes, Chef. Just like that.”

He pulled his hips back, then gave another slow and powerful drive into your cunt. “Feel as smooth and velvety around my cock as that caramel sauce was on my tongue.” While one hand remained on your hip, as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts his other hand brushed up your spine, then moved around to grasp your breast, the one he’d overstimulated just a few minutes before. You whimpered and tried to jerk away, but you’re met with his strong chest up against your back. He chuckled and then began to tweak and roll the nipple between his fingers. 

You tried to pull his hand away, still whimpering. 

“I intend to leave you feeling me for days from this, Chef,” he growls in your ear. His thrusts become rougher, faster, slamming into you over and over again. Your hands pulled at his wrist torturing your nipple, but your strength was nothing to his, and soon tears were spilling down your cheeks. When an audible sob escaped your throat, he finally relented and released your breast, but then he gripped your hips with both hands, showing no mercy for your pussy as he chased his own pleasure. 

Without the pain, your body focused only on the pleasure mounting in your core now. This felt good. He felt good. His cock filled you exquisitely. You tried to rock your hips just slightly to where you know he’d hit that pleasurable spot in you again, but he controlled the movement and forced you to stay at the angle he wanted. 

“This one is for me, Chef, not you,” he grunted. 

Still, you pant together, lungs heaving, and you’re hurtling toward another orgasm. His hips stutter for a moment, and with a groan he releases his spend inside you, slowing his movements. 

You couldn’t hold back a needy whine as he pulled out of you. You looked over your shoulder at him incredulously, edged to the very moment before but then denied your second release. 

He paused after tucking his softening cock back into his boxer briefs and gripped your chin, demanding an abrasive kiss from your lips. “When you come apart on my cock, I want to watch your beautiful face and hear you beg for me.”

Years in the kitchen have taught you to hold back your words when there’s even a shade of uncertainty, and you are uncertain if you will give him what he wants or not, because you can’t deny that your body absolutely wants him, and part of your spirit does, too. Relentless power recognizing another like its own, and you hate that you’re more than a little intrigued. You don’t want to just give him what he wants, but a tiny sliver of you whispers that you shouldn’t cut off your nose just to spite him. 

You pulled up your pants while you heard him zip and buckle his own pants again. One he had tucked in his shirt, again with swift precision, he turned you back around to face him. He reached for your apron, wiped his hands, then set it back on the counter. He didn’t mess with your torn shirt and bra other than to adjust them well enough so he could close your chef coat and button that back up over your chest. 

He gazed right into your eyes again, brushing his thumb over your lips, parting them slightly, then pushing them closed again. 

“I’ll be back for more soon,” he finally said, then walked away without another word. 

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

LINK TO PART TWO: FAT

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[ramp-it-up]

The Representative

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: Around 600

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. , Organized crime, veiled threats, Bucky’s knife, reader gets the best of Bucky physically, possibly subby Mob! Bucky.

A/N: This is a teaser drabble based on this ask. This is in the same AU as Try a Little Tenderness.

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He was attractive, dark hair and slate blue eyes. And he had a very compelling argument. If you were a weaker woman, you would have assented and signed the contract. But you weren’t stupid. An binding seven year contract for your produce? And you could supply no other entities?

Ridiculous.

You tried to tell him so, very politely as you stood up and walked around your desk.

“Mr. Barnes, I don’t want to appear rude. Your offer, though eloquently presented, is just not a good fit for Three Rivers Produce.”

You leaned on your desk in front of him and his eyes slid up your firm from your Manolos to your grey pinstripe pencil skirt to your immaculate white silk blouse.

Bucky took in the little things, the flex of your thighs as you pressed them together beneath the fabric of your skirt, the swell of your breasts under the fine material of your blouse, the curve of your neck, those lips, those eyes. Your scent. He was lost.

Yet when he smiled at you, you were unaffected. He quirked his eyebrow as you continued.

“We are a small, but growing produce company in the tri-state area with cooperating agreements with local growers and small restaurants and stores. I won’t cut off a source of livelihood for the farms and fresh, good food for our customers. Although your proposal cuts costs, it also cuts corners, which is not acceptable.”

You stared at James Barnes, and he stared back at you. There was electricity zapping back and forth between you that you wouldn’t acknowledge.

“I am very busy, so I hope you understand that I need to end this meeting.”

Bucky admired your resolve and when he saw that you wouldn’t waver, he stood and reached into his pocket.

You stood up and showed him the door.

“This way.”

No matter how fine you were, you dismissing him would not do. Bucky needed you to agree to this contract. He decided to apply real pressure.

When you turned back to him, Bucky had an intricately carved knife out, cleaning his immaculate fingernails.

“You don’t want to turn down this offer, Doll. My partners would not be pleased.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“I could not care less about your partners, Mr. Barnes. And I am not a doll. I am a full grown woman. Get out of my office before I use that knife on you.”

Bucky’s pulse quickened at your words, but he smirked arrogantly and held the knife out to you.

“Try it, Doll.”

Before he knew it, Bucky was up against the wall with your forearm against his windpipe and his knife jammed into the drywall next to his head. You two stared at each other for a split second, both turned on beyond belief.

You stepped back from him, smoothed your skirt, and indicated the open door as you walked back to your desk where you kept your gun.

“Now get out.”

Barnes smiled and stared at you after he extracted his knife. He might have just fallen in love.

“This isn’t over, Ms. Y/LN. Expect another visit. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“Then the pleasure was all yours.”

Your bored tone did not reveal the way your heart was racing.

“And the only thing I expect from you is payment to repair my wall, Mr. Barnes.”

You looked down at the inventory spreadsheet on your laptop and dismissed him again.

“Good day.”

You didn’t spare him another glance as he made to leave.

Bucky’s grin became wider as he exited your office, down the stairs and outside.

Once in the car he took a minute to collect himself and then dialed Steve.

“Just as we thought. Everything we heard is true. She will be a tough nut to crack, but I will seal the deal. And I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy doing so.”

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[babyhatesreality]

The Sinner and the Saint Ch 9

Pairings: Mob!Boss Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: NS/FW, f!reader, language, reader is referred to by her stage name of Angel, pet names, everybody has secrets, reader is insecure, discussions and descriptions of maf!a level violence, conversation about int!mate details, D/$ dynamic and talk, metaphors and mentions of alc*hol and dr^gs (Bucky does not deal dr^gs)

A/N- trying a different format here just to see if I can. Thoughts on this style are appreciated. Thank you for your patience. This series means a lot to me, and so I want to make sure that every chapter is solid going out. Between my anxiety, paranoia, and 12-14 hour workdays, that means a long time between chapters. I thank you for your understanding, and please know that I’m always thinking about the next chapter and writing whenever I can. <3

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Chapter 8

Chapter 9

“So,” he said, reaching for his glass. “You said you have a million questions.” He smiled challengingly at you. “Where do you want to begin?”

Deep breath from you, then you spoke. 

“How long have you been in the...family?”

“Officially since I was fourteen. Unofficially since I was seven.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that when I was seven years old, my dad and I moved in next door to Steve’s family. You know Steve, my right hand? We became instant best friends, then sworn brothers. We barely spent any time apart. It was good I had someone to distract me like that, because I didn’t fully realize what was going on around us at the time. Which was that Steve’s father was the consigliere to Don Vitelli, who was one of the top five heads of the families in New York.”

“What does ‘consigliere’ mean?”

“A close, personal advisor to the Don. Someone who can settle certain...disagreements, allowing the head of the family to tend to other matters. Like Tom Hagen in The Godfather.”

“Sorry, I’ve never seen it.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope.”

“You’ve never seen The Godfather?! How have you never seen that movie?! It’s a classic.”

“Seeing as how I’m currently in the real-life version, I think the point is moot.”

“Touché.” Chuckle. “So anyways, Steve’s pop was the Vitelli family’s advisor, and, because of Stevie’s and my friendship, they quietly kept tabs on me and my dad too. Making sure that we had enough to eat, decent clothing, things like that. My father didn’t know. He was working as hard as he could to provide for us at the small convenient store he owned. A lot of the Vitelli gang shopped there and kept the till full. My old man never knew- it would have hurt his pride too much to think he was getting charity, even though it wasn’t actually that. Life was good, we were making it, and so my dad never questioned it.”

“So how did you find out?”

“The same way that I officially became a part of the family. When I was fourteen...a rival family who held a grudge against Vitelli tracked one of his soldiers to my father’s convenient store. He saw the amount of Vitelli’s men, going in and out, and reported the location to his boss as a ‘meeting place’. One day, while Stevie and I were at school...the rival family came in and opened fire on my dad’s store.”

“Oh my god...”

“We were walking home when we spotted the flashing police lights in the distance. I didn’t know what it meant, but Steve, who understood way more about what was happening than his pop bargained for, instantly took off running, and I followed him. We got about a block away from the store when Stevie suddenly tried to stop me, but it was too late. I saw the paramedics wheeling a covered corpse away on a stretcher. And I knew it was my dad.”

“Bucky. I am so sorry.”

“Thank you, Angel. Stevie and his family took me in. My ma was long gone- it had just been me and dad for years. I don’t even remember her. So the Rogers took in the little orphaned boy and made me one of their family, no questions asked. Moved me in that night; Steve kept joking that I could only sleep on the couch cushions like we used to do when we were kids. It was the only thing that made me smile for that whole next week. The night of my dad’s funeral, Steve and I stayed up late and he told me everything. All about the mafia, what his dad did- what actually happened to mine. Like I said, the man’s more observant than any human has any right to be. He can see, hear, and feel things that no one in a hundred years would catch. And it was a natural talent- he already had figured out who his father worked for, and what had happened, at the age of fourteen. He was afraid that if I didn’t know the truth, I would be targeted too.”

“So...what did you do?”

“I made a plan. Right then and there. I’ve always been able to think on my feet, and this brought everything into a sharper focus than I had ever known. I wasn’t going to let those bastards get me. And I owed a debt to my father, to avenge him.”

“And Steve went along with you?”

“I’ll never forget what he said, as long as I live. I spelled out my whole plan to him right then and there, down to the last detail including how to cover my tracks. Thing was, I planned on it being a solo trip. It could be a suicide mission, after all, and I wasn’t willing to lose my brother after I’d just lost my father. But Steve wasn’t having it. He stood up and quickly retrieved two weapons that his father had stashed in case of an emergency and told me that we were leaving together. I fought him- boy did I fight him. We yelled at each other for the better part of an hour. Told him that I wasn’t going to be the reason he died. He got right in my face- then put a hand on my shoulder. And he said ‘I’m with you till the end of the line, pal’. And I never questioned him again. That night, we found the home of the gunman. And we avenged my father, together.”

“Bucky...you were fourteen...couldn’t the police or....?”

“Vitelli used his connections to find out that the police had been bought off by the other family. It took all of three days for them to give up looking for my father’s murderer. All the witnesses were too afraid to cross the other family, in case they were the ones to get shot up next. My father wasn’t even cold in the ground before they ‘declared the case unsolvable’. There was no one else. Only me.”

“I understand. So...when you...that night...”

“That night, I made my bones for the Vitellis.”

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Yes.”

“So he was your first-”

“He was the first one to ‘fall by my hand’. We don’t murder. We solve problems.”

“And...how many...have ‘fallen by your hand’?”

“A lot less than you’re thinking, doll.”

“...Oh?”

“It’s not all guns and blood and revenge, you know. Lemme finish the story and you’ll see what I mean.”

“...Okay.”

“Steve and I both made our bones that night. And we went straight back to Don Vitelli to tell him what we had done. I stood right in front of the man, the gun still warm in my hand. Everything inside of me was trembling, but I held my ground. Stood firm. And told him exactly what I did. Steve’s father was there. He nearly had a heart attack when I said what we had done together. I thought for sure he was going whip off his belt and blister the both of us right then and there in front of everyone. But Don Vitelli just sat there, listening to it all and watching us both. Once Mr. Rogers was done reading us the riot act, and the other men in the family had their say, Don Vitelli shushed them all. He looked at the both of us up and down. And then he told us both what an incredible, if hot-headed, thing we had done for not only my family, but also his. He had lost soldiers in the shooting too. He was impressed with the care and precision we had taken to make sure that no one could trace it back to us or the Vitallis, and at our ages. Then he looked me in the eye and said, ‘There will be no need for such careless impulses -the next time’. And that was it. From that moment on, both Steve and I were in.”

“Did you buy off the police, too?”

“Didn’t need to. We made it all look like an accident, and the police, knowing it was revenge for a cover-up they created, had to claim it was self-inflicted to keep any more heat from coming down from any of the rival families that had paid them off. Everyone had their suspicions who it actually was, but no one was ever able to trace it back to Steve and I.”

“So they just accepted you as...I think you said, soldiers? Is that the right term?”

“Yes, to start with. Steve and I started low on the food chain, doing the annoying things that the big dogs don’t want to do.”

“Like...cleaning up after...”

Laugh. “Very rarely. I told you, it’s a lot less about guns and shooting anyone who looks at you funny than what you’re thinking.”

“What did you do, then?”

“We were sent to check on shipments that we supposed to be coming in, checking out the inventory, helping offload stuff mostly. Steve’s old man was still consigliere, and begged Don Vitalli to keep us off dangerous stuff and let us stay in school. And the Don was a gracious and generous man. Not only did he adhere to Mr. Rogers wishes, if Stevie or I let our grades slip, Don Vitalli would ground us himself until our grades came back up.”

“That’s....wow.”

“Tell me about it. Nothing like having one of the most feared men in New York yelling at you that you weren’t allowed to play video games until you aced algebra.”

“So...did the Don die in order for you to take over? Did you have to kill him to become the head of the family?”

Big laugh. “Sweetheart, where are you getting these ideas? You didn’t watch the Godfather. Tell me you didn’t watch the Sopranos.”

“No, I didn’t, and stop making fun of me.”

“My apologies, my angel, my apologies. I just don’t deal with the outside world much anymore and your innocence is absolutely adorable to me.”

“Tell you what. I’ll start rattling off ballet terms and laughing at you when you don’t understand them. Then let’s see how you feel.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m very sorry. I don’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m...delighted...but I’m also a dickhead. You know that already.”

Pause, then soft giggle. “Well, as long as you admit it.”

“I do. Would you like to hear the rest of the story?”

“Please.”

“Alright. No more laughing. Well, I’ll do my best.”

“Dickhead.”

“You got that right. And enjoy calling me that while you can, little miss. So where was I?”

“I was asking how you became the head of the family.”

“Right. So Vitalli, who was easily into his upper sixties when Stevie and I joined, decided that he wanted to retire.”

“Mob....bosses....retire?”

“Told ya it wasn’t all death-by-guns. When he hit eighty, he held a meeting with all of the inner circle. Told us his plans and his wishes. Vitelli had two daughters, and neither of them wanted to take over as the head. They were involved in certain aspects of the family and wanted to stay where they were, and were willing to accept new leadership. By then, I was the underboss- basically second in command under Vitelli.”

“It wasn’t Steve? Even though he’d kind of been there longer?”

“Stevie didn’t want it. Trust me, I asked him all the time about it. He was the best caporegime Vitelli every had. Caporegime is like...well, think...captain. Like a captain in the army. Steve was much happier being the person who could be in charge of a team if need be, but could also handle small scale stuff.  People would see him coming and it was instant respect. He’s one of the fairest men you’ll ever meet, but don’t cross his lines. You take one look at him and you know not to mess around. So no one does- not on his watch.”

“Wow. Okay, yeah, I can see that.”

“Exactly. I, on the other hand, had gotten a reputation by then, for....a lot of things.”

“Like...?”

“Well....I could tell you THAT part but we’d be here all night. And I have much different plans for how this night is going to end.”

Oh Holy Shit. “...Oh?”

Chuckle. “Yeah, ‘oh’. So anyways, people knew my name, they knew my reputation, and they knew that the Don treated me like a son. Most of the other heads in New York had changed by this point as well. It was like a new era. I knew them all, they knew me, and there was peace between all of us. It was the perfect time to make the transition. So we did.”

“And Don Vitalli just...retired? Like he’s living in a beach house in Florida or something?”

“Not quite, although that’s pretty damn funny to think about him on a pier with a fishing pole and a straw hat. He has his little oasis, right where he’s always wanted it to be.”

“And so you’re now the head of your family.”

“Yes. And we’re the most powerful family in New York. I worked very hard to make sure that we were respected, and in control, and in cases where we needed to be- feared. We’re connected to just about every industry, every board, and every power structure there is.”

“And...you control them all?”

“Not exactly. We have...influence, let’s say. The world runs a lot more on quid pro quo than most people realize. I am kind to my friends, and therefore, someday, my friends will be kind to me. It’s as simple as that.”

“Simple is not exactly the word I’d choose, but I see where you’re coming from, I guess. So you’ve been the head of the family for a while now?”

“Ten years, give or take.”

“And Vitelli’s daughters never caused any trouble or tried to take back over?”

“Nope.”

“Do you see them? Or still work with them?”

“Yup. And so do you.”

“Wait, what?...Oh holy shit....NATASHA?”

“Yup.”

“Crap. I’ve already had a hard enough time calling her ‘Natasha’, this is going to make it nearly impossible...”

Laugh. “Well, don’t call her Red. She hates that.”

“Is that your nickname for her?”

“Has been since I was seven and she was four.”

“Wow. She really is kind of like your little sister, isn’t she?”

“And just as much of a pain in my ass as a real one, yes.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my boss that way. She has powerful connections, you know.”

“HA! There’s my girl. Glad to see you still have that fire inside you that not even a mafia man can scare out.”

“Glad to be of fiery service. But I have to admit, if you told me when we met not that long ago that you were a mafia don, I would have....probably not been as fiery then.”

“I know. That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to run you off before you got the chance to know me and who I actually am. Most people meet me to get in my good graces, so they’re kissing my ass seven ways to Sunday, or women are trying to get me to buy them all the shit they want just because they spread their legs. And it gets tiring. You were different. You are funny, sassy, but sweet and gentle too. Sarcastic, bold, yet way too self-hating. You fascinate me. I’m a little drunk on you, if you want my honest opinion.”

“That’s funny. I’ve been thinking...that I’m addicted to you. Like you’re a drug for me.”

“Hmmmm. Well. Can’t say I don’t enjoy that mental image.”

“Is that one of the areas you deal in? Drugs?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t deal with that shit, and neither do any of my family. I draw a hard line there.”

“Why?”

“Because I can see what it does to people. I’ve seen it mess up more lives than anything else. And I won’t be a party to that.”

“That’s....wow.” Pause. “Not going to lie, that was not the answer I expected.”

“I keep telling you. It’s not all violence and evil. For example, I have a lot of friends in the veterans’ housing funding here.”

“Oh, I just heard about that....wait, are you the one who gave that huge anonymous donation?!”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Wow. No one could figure out who that was.” Pause. “Why did you tell me? Why are you telling me all of this?”

“I promised to tell you anything you wanted to know tonight.”

“You’ve been historically quiet, keeping your cards to your chest. No one even knows what you really look like in the real world. Why...why do you trust me?”

“Because you asked me not to lie to you. And I want to trust you. You and I have the potential to be something different. I want to know what that is. And that starts with trust. I think I know you well enough after this week to know that you’re not going to go running to the press with an exposé. So I’m jumping in with both feet. It’s how I’ve always operated, and I don’t intend to change that now.”

Deep breath, and a dive into the deep end...“...I don’t know that I’m going to be able to get in all the questions in tonight, since you said you...had different plans for the rest of the night.”

Wicked smile. “Indeed I do. And now I have a question for you now.”

“What’s that?”

“Would you like to come home with me tonight?”

Chapter Ten

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[ninchen1909]

The Teacher and the Mob Boss

Pairing: Mob! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Very short mention of an traumatic childhood

I'm froom Germany so please excuse my English an possible mistakes.

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With a deep breath I turn off the engine of my car, let my forehead sink against the steering wheel and close my eyes. I struggle with the need to simply drive home again and snuggle into my bed, which I had to leave far too early this morning. But since I have to finance my love of food, wine and Netflix somehow, I quickly dismiss these thoughts and reluctantly open the car door to get out.

Immediately, the cool September air surrounds me and makes me shiver, in small but steady steps mother nature heralds the autumn and makes the trees that surround the school shine in the most colorful colors.

After grabbing my work bag and locking my car, I walk across the already well-filled school parking lot towards the main entrance. As I have done so many times before, I take the direct route to my classroom and unlock the door, which I immediately let fall back into the lock behind me so that I can enjoy the peace and quiet for a little while longer. I have already done most of the preparations during the holydays, so now I only have to wait for my 2nd graders,to greet them.

I'm just picturing the new school year in my mind when the door to my classroom is yanked open and my colleague is standing in front of me with her eyes wide open, clutching a single piece of paper in her left hand while still holding the doorknob with her right. Her chest rises rapidly and she is audibly out of breath.

I raise an eyebrow questioningly, "Good morning Wanda, is this your new way of early morning exercise?" I grin at her, however this is not reciprocated by her.

"How can you please be in such a good mood?", uncomprehending I look at her, with a shrug of my shoulders I let her know that I have no idea what she means. Wordlessly she hands me the paper.

"This is my class list, I already went through it during the holydays." I look at Wanda over the edge of the paper, her breathing has calmed down by now, but her eyes still look at me uncomprehendingly and also a bit pitifully.

"(y/n) you should read through the letter "B" again more carefully.", I let my eyes glide over the relevant place and indeed, there is a name there that I haven’t read before.

"Charlotte Barnes?", I draw my eyebrows together.

"She was enrolled during the vacations, and her father went to see the principal himself for this."

"Since when does Mr. Stark let parents interfere with his free time? And why are you making such a drama over a new kid?"

"We're talking about Barnes (y/n), James Barnes, Charlotte is his daughter, Barnes daughter will be going to this school, your class to be exact. James Barnes is the biggest ma..." The shrill ringing of the school bell snaps us out of our conversation, I jump up from my chair and rush to the door to greet my students. I look expectantly at Wanda and ask her to leave with a wave of my hand

"(y/n) please listen to m.."

"Wanda not now, I have to greet my students, we will talk later." It is clear to see that Wanda does not like this suggestion, however, she reluctantly leaves my classrooms. After I greet all my students and everyone has found a seat, I go through the attendance list, only to notice that one child is missing."

"Do any of you happen to know where Charlotte Barnes is?" no sooner do I finish this sentence than the door to my classroom is yanked open for the second time that day. Standing in the doorway is a tall, broad built man with ice blue eyes and dark blonde hair, in total contrast to him is a small, petite girl standing in front of him holding the straps of her "Paw Patrol" backpack tightly in her hands, she gives me a bright smile that reveals a gap in her teeth. With firm steps she approaches me and extends a hand "Hi, my name is Charlotte, sorry we're late but Uncle Stevie took too long to do my hair." I get down to her eye level, look briefly at her admittedly rather crooked braids and smile at her "Good morning Charlotte, my name is Mrs. (y/l/n), glad you're here, would you like to go ahead and find a seat." the little girl nods, beaming, and goes to find an empty seat.

"Mrs. (y/l/n) could I speak to you for a moment." "Uncle Stevie" nods his head towards the hallway, at my slight nod, he disappears towards the hallway

"Kids I'll be right back with you, you can talk quietly with each other for so long." No sooner have I spoken than the kids start whispering to each other about their vacation, I on the other hand follow "Uncle Stevie" out into the hallway.

"Mrs. (y/l/n), my name is Steve Rogers and I'm really sorry we were late, I just really don't have much practice with hair clips, usually her dad does her hair, he just had some urgent business to take care of."

"Mr. Rogers, as long as this tardiness was a one-time thing, it's really not a problem, however, I have to admit that it's very unusual for a child to not be brought by their parents on their first day at a new school, if they are still in the child's life."

"Believe me, her father would have loved to bring her, however, he really had to make this appointment urgently." Mr. Rogers takes a step toward me and eyes me appraisingly.

"I understand, however, in my opinion, work should never come before one's child, now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my class."

Without waiting for a proper response, I give him a curt nod, turn and walk back to my classroom. As I stand in front of my class, I briefly gather my thoughts and try to banish the emerging images from my childhood back into the last cells of my consciousness, where they have been tucked away as best I can for years. Afterwards, I put on my best, if not most honest, smile for my class and begin the lesson.

The school day ends faster than I'd like and before I know it, I'm saying goodbye to my students and handing them over to their parents or the bus drivers.

Now it's just Charlotte and me standing in front of the school waiting for "Uncle Stevie" who’s going to pick Charlotte up.

Just as she is about to tell me her favorite dogs from "Paw Patrol", she interrupts herself with a loud "Papa" and rushes towards a tall man, who takes her in his arms, beaming with joy, and hugs her tightly. Slowly, I walk in their direction so as not to interrupt their greeting. When I finally stand in front of them, Charlotte grins at me and introduces me to her father: "Papa, this is Mrs. (y/l/n), she's my teacher and really nice." He takes note of this information with a grumbling "mhm" and grins at me before turning his attention back to his daughter, "Monkey, will you wait for me in the car, I'd like to talk to Mrs. (y/l/n) for a minute." He then holds the door of a white shiny Mercedes open for her to, which for some reason I hadn't noticed before, and helps her to fasten her seatbelt, when he has turned his back to me I start to examine him, in size and muscle mass he is in no way inferior to Mr. Rogers, his hair is cut short and only single strands of his brown hair hang down into his face. His steel-blue eyes are accentuated even more by his dark-blue designer suit, so that one could sink into it. I am able to escape my thoughts just in time as he carefully slams the door to his car, in which Charlotte is apparently engrossed in a radio play. He gives me a wry smile and extends his hand to me, "Hello Mrs. (y/l/n), my name is James Barnes, am Charlie's father, I thought I'd introduce myself since I learned through Steve that you think it's inappropriate for parents not to be present on the first day of school." Surprised, I look at his face, where a smug grin forms. Before I can answer him, he circles his car and opens the door, but before he gets in, he calls out to me, "It was nice to meet you, I'm sure we'll see more of each other." Puzzled, I look after the car as it drives away. My stupor doesn't last long, however, because shortly afterwards I feel someone approach me.

"I see you've met Mr. Barnes." Wanda looks at me auspicious, as if I've just revealed a huge secret, yet I can also see a spark of concern flashing in her green eyes.

"Yes I did, and I can tell you, I'm not a fan of him." I cross my arms in front of my chest and turn to her "he's arrogant and smug" a disdainful snort escapes me as my gaze settles back on the spot where his car was just a few minutes ago.

"(y/n), you should really be careful with him and not give him a reason to get angry." she gently places her hands on my folded arms, a silent plea to look her in the face.

"Why would I do that, I'm not going to treat him any different than any other parent, just because he walks around here in designer suits and whizzes by in luxury cars doesn't make him any better. Who does he think he is anyway."

"He's the biggest and most dangerous mob boss in our country, that's who he is."

And with this sentence from Wanda, the air gets stuck in my throat, and I look at her with eyes widened in terror.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Looks like a group of guys from your college won’t leave you alone.

Oh would you look at that,

1940’s!MobBoss!Bucky Barnes

has got your back, and will continue to have your back forever.

(Also hi babes!!! 🤗🤗Thousand kisses from me to you! 💋💋)

Have Your Back Forever And Always » 40s Bucky Barnes

Pairings: Mob Boss!40s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky steps in and saves you from the guys in your friend group who won’t leave you alone.

Warnings: Fluff, language, alcohol, smoking, unwanted touching, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: @amathslutsguidetofandom I love the thought of 1940s!Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes and decided to write it as a one shot🥰🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“No thank you.” You say, politely turning down a drink from one of the guys you go to college with.

“C’mon, sweetheart. It’s just one drink.” Gerald says, wrapping his arm around your waist.

Bucky watched from the other side of the bar as you continued to politely turn the guys down, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. He could tell how uncomfortable you were.

“It’s just a drink, Y/N.” Fred says, putting his hand on your thigh.

That made you even more uncomfortable than you already were. Bucky downed the rest of his drink and made his way towards you.

“She said no.” Bucky says, standing behind Gerald and Fred.

“No one asked you, man.” Fred says.

“Why don’t you run along?” Gerald says.

Bucky chuckled before grabbing the back of their necks and slamming their heads against the bar counter, making everyone in the bar go quiet and look at them. You quickly stood up and backed away with wide eyes.

“How about you two run along?” Bucky says.

They were too scared to say anything so they just nodded their heads. Bucky let go of them and they stood up. They were about to bolt out of the bar when Bucky grabbed the back of their shirts.

“If I ever and I mean ever see you two near her again, I won’t hesitate to kick your asses, got it?” He says.

“Got it.” They say in unison.

Bucky let go of them and they sprinted out of the bar. You stood there with a surprised look on your face. No one has never done that for you.

“Are you ok, ma’am?” Bucky asks softly.

“I am now. Thank you.” You say, giving him a smile.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asks.

“I’d like to know your name first.” You say.

“James Barnes.” He held his hand out for you to shake. “Everyone I know calls me Bucky.” He says.

“Nice to meet you, James.” You shook his hand. “I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself. “Now that we know each other’s names, I’ll accept that drink now.” You say with a smile.

You and Bucky took a seat at the bar counter and he ordered you two drinks.

“So tell me, doll face…” Bucky took a sip of his bourbon before asking his question. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing at a bar like this?” He asks.

“I go to the local college and I wanted to come here for a couple drinks after all the studying I’ve been doing lately.” You tell him.

“What are you studying?” He asks curiously.

“I want to be a nurse.” You say.

“That’s amazing. I hope all that studying pays off.” He says.

“I hope so too. I graduate next month.” You say.

You learned that Bucky is one of the most powerful men in Brooklyn, New York. You and Bucky spent the whole night talking and getting to know each other till the bar was about to close. He even offered to walk you home from the bar. Bucky being the gentleman he is, wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close to him and to protect you.

“Thank you for saving me and for walking me home, James.” You say with a smile.

“You don’t have to thank me, babydoll. I have your back forever and always.” Bucky smiles. “If you don’t mind, I would like to see you again.” He says.

“I would absolutely love that.” You smiled. “I’m free tomorrow afternoon after school.” You say.

“Great so it’s a date.” He says.

Bucky cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. Your hands grasped his suit jacket to steady yourself. Your lips moved in sync with his. It felt like everything around you guys was in slow motion. Bucky pulled away slowly, looking deep in your eyes.

“See you tomorrow afternoon, doll.” Bucky says softly.

“See you tomorrow, Bucky.” You say, smiling widely.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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