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buckets-and-trees · 5 months

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Since it’s still Monday… Happy Horny Monday!🥵

Imagine Bucky telling you to get on your knees🥵

Oh… and when I tell you there are so. few. men. I have ever wanted to have in my mouth…

But he would be one.

Especially Devour Bucky…

And it’s not Monday anymore, but who can complain about a little smutty something on hump day Wednesday?

Fandom: MCU Collection: Devour Title: MINT Characters/Pairings: Mob Boss!Bucky x f!Chef!Reader Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warnings: explicit smut, oral: male receiving, vaginal penetration/fucking, sex in a semi-public space, mob boss Bucky

Logistical Notes: Takes place after Heat but before Yeast. Written on my phone while waiting for my departing flight…

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You had dated before the incident (and you’ll always call it that because it was the height of his audacious pursuit) but that was different to how things were with James now.

Now you were his, and he was so assuredly assertive about it. He touched you easily - a hand on your back, on your arm, reaching for your hand. When you weren’t next to each other, his eyes sought you out - not constantly, but frequently. It was devoted with a hint of possessive that was healthy, not insecure. It bespoke a confidence and contentment that you had never experienced in any previous relationship, situationship, or entanglement.

It felt good.

At tonight’s benefit for the museum his warm hand had found its way to affectionately rest on your thigh under the table, but it wasn’t long before his hand had shifted, sidled under the high slit of your long silk dress, and his fingers drifted over to the tender and traitorous skin of your inner thigh above your stockings, dangerously close to your core.

But no further.

Only the quirk of his mouth told you he knew how he was teasing you, but he was essentially well behaved the rest of the night.

Somewhat maddeningly so.

He continued to be physically affectionate, but only in the most appropriate way.

And his eyes danced with the mischief of it.

So you concentrated on the rest of the evening - the other VIPs you were grouped and mingling with, the performances by some of the city’s symphony and opera stars, and the culinary delights.

You had been nervous for your first public appearance like this with James Buchanan Barnes, but it had been surprisingly nice. One of Bucky’s associates and his fiancé were at your table, as were the governor’s nephew and niece and each of their plus ones, and one of the members of the museum’s board of directors and her partner. James had whispered in your ear that the charming elderly woman from the museum board terrified all the old men on the board because she was so charming they were constantly surprised by her devious control of the board without ever having been the chair.

After dinner, there was dancing, but your table was one of a handful of tables swept away first for private tours of the new collections.

That’s where he struck.

Holding your hand, fingers interlocked, James had been falling further and further back in the group, engrossed in many of the works.

And it might have been genuine, but when he pulled you into one of the enclosed galleries and you saw one of his security step in front of the entrance, you knew you were in for discreet but delicious ruin.

“James…” your voice drawled in a cautious question.

He mimicked your tone, murmuring your name right back.

“Won’t they be trying to secure a sizable donation from you tonight at the end of this tour?”

“I’m already a generous patron of the city arts council. If they leave us alone long enough, I’ll increase my patronage before we leave,” he said with a cocky smirk.

One you had come to love.

“Been wanting to have you all night,” he said, voice going lower, right to your core, and taking a step closer to you.

“Oh?” You pretended to be unaffected, the way he had pretended to be only innocently touching you at dinner.

“And I would bet you’re ready for me,” he spoke directly into your ear.

Your eyes fluttered closed, but you tried to keep the rest of your cool. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

He chuckled then pressed you flush against his front, and you felt his hard cock press into you. “I’m ready for you.”

And within half a second, he’d rucked up the long skirt of your dress, exposing your ass in your lacey underwear and large fishnet stockings. You gasped his name into his chest, but he only proceeded, cupping your mound, undeterred.

And you couldn’t hide the heat of your wetness or your soft whimper as his fingers worked over your already ruined panties.

“Get on your knees for me,” he said, gently pushing down on your shoulder, and a little dazed, you complied. He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip then cradled your cheek - affectionate but with control in those fingers. “I want your pretty mouth.”

You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, and pushed his boxer briefs down, exposing his thick, glorious, hard cock.

Then your gaze flickered to the side, toward the entrance to the dark gallery.

James brought his other hand up to frame your face, now holding your head in both his hands.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

You bit your lip but nodded. He smiled. Every moment had your body more abuzz - desire, the rush of being so exposed in public, this new relationship, how intoxicating he was.

“Now open up.”

You parted your lips, placed your hands on his thighs, and he eased his cock into your mouth. The tang of his precum hit your tastebuds, and the warm weight of him had you hum as you closed your lips around him.

“Mmmm, like that,” he cooed, slowly pushing his length to the back of your throat. He drew back a little, still holding your head in his hands, and pushed in again. Back and in again. Then he pressed his tip a little more insistently against your esophagus. “Relax and let me in, let me use your throat.”

You whimpered, but blinked once, still looking up into his deep blue eyes, and squeezed his thighs a little to let him know you were ready.

He didn’t rush, but he set an insistent pace, rocking in and out of your throat, groaning when he finally pushed all the way in, your nose nudging against the pubic hair at his base. You concentrated on breathing evenly through your nose, blinking through the tears that sprung from your eyes. His fingers were there to brush away those tears immediately, and the tenderness while he forcefully took your throat made you keen.

He rutted into you a few more times, and you could feel him absolutely throbbing, ready to let him spill into your mouth and down your throat, something you almost never let anyone else do before him, but then suddenly he pulled out, and hauled you up.

“Wha-“

He stopped your words with a consuming kiss, licking into your mouth, growling when he tasted himself there. He hauled your leg up around his hip, and you clung to his shoulders.

“My good girl deserves my cock in her dripping cunt, doesn’t she?”

“God, yes!”

He pushed the delicate lace of your panties aside, quickly lined up his thick, throbbing head inside of your slick heat, and drove up into you, claiming your lips immediately again once he was sheathed in you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling closer, desperate to anchor in this moment of desperate passion.

As your leg gripped around him, his hand slid down to control your hip and leverage his thrusts.

You expected him to draw away from your lips, say more filthy things, but he didn’t for once, seemingly as needy as you to race to this finish. His other hand moved between your bodies and quickly sought your clit, already knowing each inch of your body better than his own. Quick circles over the bud at his fingertips escalated the tightening in your stomach, rough, punching thrusts, and then you were clenching and cried out against his lips, turning your head to pant into his neck as your orgasm washed over you in a rush. You trembled in his arms as he pumped furiously into you, and then he groaned as he shot his own release into you.

Quick, rough, claimed.

Satiated.

He laughed softly then kissed you again, more softly, still inside you for another moment.

Then he sunk down on one knee before you and brought your left leg up to perch on his knee. He drew a handkerchief out of the inner breast pocket of his dinner jacket, and then gently cleaned up your mixed spend from your core. He pressed a hot kiss to the exposed flesh of your thigh just above your fishnet stockings and righted your panties.

“You’ve so quickly become everything to me.”

Your heart stuttered, and you pulled him up for another kiss. He smoothed the long skirt of your dress back down, smoothed his hands up and down your waist, pulled you flush against his chest to run his hands up and down the expanse of your exposed back.

“All mine,” he murmured against your lips.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few after dinner mints he had apparently snatched from the table. You giggled and shook your head, but took all three eagerly, popping the first into your mouth.

He took your other hand in his, threading your fingers together, and drew it up to his mouth. “And I’m yours,” he added before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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All I Want

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.4 K

Summary: Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. A lot of FLUFF Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. A slap on the face, organized crime, implied violent retaliation, Bucky’s arm injury implied, Steve simping for reader, reader watching porn, sloppy toppy, gagging, swallowing, coached masturbation, oral (m/f receiving) fingering, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is a bonus for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask and any other requests for a part 2 to Try a Little Tenderness. Here it is babes, I hope you like it as much as the first part. Happy New Year! 🍾

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Sam came, and he watched as you paced in your closed store the first day after the dust up at DUMBO. He told you minimal information, just that Bucky was alive and that he was going to stay there per Steve’s ‘request’ until he asked him to leave.

“I’m opening my store today.”

“No. You are not.”

Sam was usually nice, with that beautiful smile on display whenever he picked up Steve’s gifts. But now, he was steadfast.

You were hot. Not only at Steve for not telling you the whole story, but at everyone.

You couldn’t just sit around all day. You walked up to Sam and stood toe to toe.

“Take off that expensive jacket.”

You had an apron with the store logo in your hand.

Hours later, Sam took a break from helping you do store inventory to take a call. You kept working as he stepped into the back room. Then, you walked back to listen.

You peeked around your corner to see Sam letting out a sigh of relief.

“Good. At least that’s progress? He squeezed your hand?”

He paused.

“I know he has a long way to go, but you know Buck’s a fighter.”

“…Yes. Steve. I’m trying, but you know she’s stubborn…She’s okay. She’s a pistol, and she’s working me to death. She’s pissed at you though. At all of us. Yeah… I don’t think I can protect you from that. I’ll tell her it will be a while…”

You went back to your spreadsheet feeling some kind of way. Steve had time to call Sam, but not you. Okay.

Sam stepped out of the back room.

“Bucky’s alive. He was very badly injured, his left arm is…”

Sam paused, looking at you warily.

You looked back at him relieved, yet anxious at the same time.

“Let’s just say that he has a long road.”

You nodded and swallowed.

“What about Steve?”

You hated yourself for asking Sam. You should have been talking to Steve. But you couldn’t help it.

“He’s fine. Just has some… work to do right now.”

Your stomach dropped and you lifted your chin.

“What Steve does with his time has nothing to do with me, Sam. I don’t own him and he certainly does not own me.”

You were ready to fight.

“It’s not like we’re in a relationship. Steve’s fine, Bucky’s alive. So you can go now.”

You looked him in the eye so that he could get the message.

Sam shook his head.

“That’s not gonna happen Y/N.”

You glared at him.

“Tell your Boss that I’m sending you back.”

Sam advanced upon you, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Learn this, Y/N. Steve’s not my Boss. He’s my friend, and just like Bucky, he’s my partner. I'm doing him a favor making sure you’re alright. That’s what friends do. You can’t send me back.”

You two stared at each other. This must be what it was like to have a brother.

“You know you’re very annoying.”

“Same, lady.”

You fought the urge to laugh and wanted to stick your tongue out at him.

“Get back to work. We have the entire stockroom to count.”

Sam shook his head and obliged.

Six days later, on Christmas Eve, the bell rang, signaling someone opening the door. You turned with a smile to greet the customer to see Steve standing there.

It was liked the wind was knocked out of you.

Steve stood there, staring at you, looking very tired, but with those same sparkling blue eyes. And he had the nerve to smile at you.

“Can I have the usual?”

He was a sight for sore eyes. You’d spent the week worried and frustrated, in addition to mad as hell. But he looked so damn good.

You walked over to Steve, and gazed up at him as he beamed down on you. You did the only thing you could think to do.

You slapped him.

“How dare you!”

Sam, who was in his apron behind the register, audibly gasped, because it didn’t end well with the last woman who slapped Steve. She’d ended up climbing out of a dumpster where Steve had unceremoniously placed her.

You looked over at Sam.

“Here is your friend, Sam. Talk to him. Because I certainly won’t.”

Steve’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he rubbed his face. That fire pent up inside you signaled a need for release. He watched you hungrily as you left, then turned back to Sam.

You stormed upstairs toward your apartment, hearing the beginnings of thier conversation.

“I thought we agreed to keep the store closed, Sam.”

“Well, the store’s owner might have a little to say to that. Have you ever tried to get her to do something she didn’t want to do?…”

You went upstairs, straight to the kitchen, reaching for your liquor cabinet. It was only noon, but you needed a drink.

You heard the door open behind you and did not turn around. You heard his steps into the kitchen, but you were immovable.

“Pour me one?”

You reached for a glass and slammed it down on the counter next to you, then poured some Uncle Nearest into it. You still didn’t look at him, but you shivered as he stepped behind you, nearly touching you to reach around for the glass, but only sharing his body heat.

“I deserve your anger, Ambrosia, But at the beginning, I genuinely thought that you knew who I was. I mean….”

You spun around, eyes full of fire, facing down Steve’s desire for you. And there was something else in his eyes. But you launched in nevertheless.

“At no time over dinner, or while you were sweet talking me into bed, did you mention that you were the head of an international crime organization. And then you put my business in danger. And apparently my life???”

Steve sighed and scrubbed his face.

“I know you’re angry, Baby, but you gotta listen to me.”

You closed your mouth and crossed your arms.

Steve’s face softened. At least you weren’t running away.

“I said at the beginning I thought you knew who I was. But then I realized that you didn’t know me as Steve Rogers the big bad dude, I was just that one customer who was sweet on you and sent gifts. And that made me fall for you even more.”

When he said ‘fall for you,’ your eyes went to his.

“Yeah, I said it.”

“Steve…”

You were trying to remain upset, but he was so sincere. Your resolve was weakening.

“Fall for me? You haven’t spoken to me in a week, Steve. You called Sam every day but…”

“I had work to do. Bucky was injured and he was touch and go. And I had to take care of… I had to take care of some things.”

He looked at you and slowed down.

“You had work to do? So did I. But you told me to close my store. You couldn’t have taken a few minutes to call, to text? I figured I didn’t mean as much to you as I thought.”

You looked down at your dirty chucks, and at Steve’s Ferragamos.

Steve moved closer and tilted your head up by your chin. The electricity from his fingers was almost too much.

“No, Ambrosia.”

Steve’s eyes were wild now, and desperate. He wanted you to understand so badly, but he knew it would seem outlandish.

“You mean so much more. I fell for you because there were no expectations. I kept buying you gifts and you kept sending them back. And I thought you didn’t want me. But then when I asked you on a date and you accepted, I realized that…”

“…That all I want is you.”

You looked up at him and bit your lip. Steve could hardly contain himself.

“I can listen to you, Steve. And I would have listened if you called.”

Steve leaned down and kissed your lips softly. He groaned when you yielded to him, opening your mouth and peeking out your little tongue. He wanted to ravage you, but first, you had to understand.

“You’ve got to know. You’ve got to know that you change me Ambrosia. With you I am a different man. I couldn’t call you because you make me weak.”

Steve kissed your frown and started talking again.

“With you, weak is a good thing. I am gentle, I am kind. I am patient.”

Steve looked into your eyes.

“I am in love.”

You gasped.

“Steve…”

“You gotta listen. When I left, all I could think about, besides Bucky, was you. Your smile, your wit, your laugh, your body. How it felt to make love to you. To be inside you. To make you cum. Do you remember, do you remember how it felt?”

You smiled and nodded, playing with the St. Christopher’s medal around his neck.

“Look at me. Do you remember? Use your words.”

You clenched at his command. And you obeyed.

“Yes, Steve. I remember. I was sore for three days.”

Your admission and the new huskiness in your voice made him pull you closer and you could feel the pulsing in his pants. You also felt his heart beating in his chest.

“Fuck, Ambrosia. You make me wanna ruin you again.”

The way you looked at him indicated that you wanted the same. Steve felt his knees almost give out. He chuckled.

“See? You make me weak in the knees. Thoughts of you make me soft. And for what I had to do, I couldn’t be. D’you understand?”

You tried to think rationally. You knew what he was saying without saying it. He had to do horrible things. You watched the news this past week. You knew what Steve was responsible for. But you didn’t care. Bucky was always nothing but kind to you. And he was Steve’s best friend.

You thought about what you would have done in this situation. You looked back up at Steve.

“I understand.”

You bit your lip again.

“And I am still standing here with you because it is too late for me to tell you to leave. I endured Sam sleeping on my couch for a week and protecting me because I love you too, Steve. I think I have been in love with you for months now. And then, last week...”

Your hands moved to slip his jacket off his shoulders, kneading them and feeling the tension there. Steve’s eyes sought yours again.

“You love me too?”

“Yes, are you tired?”

“Exhausted, but… You want me to stay?”

“Yes…”

Your hand was on the outside of Steve’s pants, grasping his hardness and making him groan, knowing that he was leaking in his underwear. His hands moved up your sides and lifted you up to sit on the counter.

He dove into your neck, inhaling your scent and giving you gentle kisses that made you arch your back and your breasts into his chests. Then, he started sucking hickeys into you as his hands came up to knead and grasp you, and to tease your nipples with his thumbs.

“All week I’ve gone to bed and woken up rock hard to visions of you. Didn’t wanna jack off. I need you Ambrosia. Need to see you cum again. Need to bury myself deep inside you. Need for you to hug me in all the ways. Need to see your beautiful body. Need to sleep with you in my arms. I’m tired. Tired of being without you.”

You nuzzled his ear, knowing that the only important thing right now was his need. And yours.

“Sounds like you need me to suck your dick.”

You felt bold because he wasn’t looking at you.

The man literally growled in your ear and then picked you up, still wrapped around him like a vine, and carried you to your bedroom. He sat you down on your bed and looked down on you as you looked up at him.

“What did you say?”

Steve made sure to hold your head up so you could look him in the eye. Your eyes watered as you licked your lips and took a deep breath.

“I said, I want to suck your dick.”

“That’s… what I thought you said.”

Steve continued to hold your head by your chin, and stuck his thumb in your mouth as he undid his pants. You squirmed as you got wet at the sound of his belt clanging on the floor and sucked his thumb like it was going out of style.

Steve could hardly catch his breath for anticipation and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He looked down at you as he pumped his massively hard cock in your face.

“I want to be very, very rough with you, but I’m not going to hurt you, Baby. You want this?”

Steve moved himself to within an inch of your lips.

“Please…”

You made to move closer, but he held you fast. You almost felt his dick jump when you saw it. You squirmed again.

“Can you take it?”

You managed to extend your tongue and collect the drops of precum on his tip, making Steve shiver as his blazing eyes looked down on you.

“Fuck my face…”

“Holy!”

Steve grabbed both sides of your head as you opened wide and accepted him into your mouth.

“That hot little mouth, holy shit, Ambrosia. How do you…”

You concentrated and allowed him to push past your tonsils to your throat, then suckled him as he pulled out, tracing your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. You ran your hands up his sides, tracing his v cut and abs upward under his shirt. Steve scrambled to take it off, and then pulled you off of him to take your shirt off.

“Where did you learn that?”

Steve raised his eyebrow as you grabbed for him again. He tried to be gentle, but you wouldn’t allow it, as you bottomed out again.

This time when you pulled off, gasping you said one word, “Porn,” and then started slurping sloppily again.

Steve stood there, head thrown back as you took his hips and went to town.

“Thank goodness for technology.”

You hummed your agreement, and then went for the gold.

“Ho-ho-holyyyyy. I’m gonna, fuckkkk Ambrosia, I’m gonna…”

You started gagging louder and finally, Steve took your head in order to use your mouth for his pleasure.

“It’s gonna be a lot… “

Steve was looking down on you with lust and you basked in it.

“You gonna swallow?”

You nodded eagerly, as Steve bared his teeth with an effort to hold back. You played with his balls, and he couldn’t anymore.

“Swallow like a good… fucking… girl…”

With those three thrusts, Steve sent a torrent of spend past your lips. You gulped it down and Steve thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He fell to his knees and you hugged him, assenting to his kiss so that he could taste himself on you.

“Thank you for that. Now I can think straight.”

He moved to push you back on the bed.

“So, my sweet Ambrosia has been watching porn, huh?”

“I missed you Steve. Missed your cock.”

Steve shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so sorry.”

Steve was now taking off your shoes, pants, and panites. He kissed your thighs and spread your legs with his hands. He was looking deep into your intimate parts.

“My little sweet flower. Still so beautiful. But now she’s so sloppy.”

Those blue eyes looked at you, and your cheeks warmed.

“What happened?”

That deep voice.

“You know, Steve…”

“You like sucking my cock, yeah?”

“Yes, I do. Been dreaming of it.”

Steve grunted. His cock coming back to life at your words.

“You been touching yourself?”

“I have, but nothing compares to you. Didn’t know if I would see you again. Was thinking of getting a toy.”

Steve looked angry for a second.

“Never doubt, as long as I have breath in my body. You will see me again.”

His eyes flicked down your body, reminding you of possession.

“Show me how you touched yourself. I wanna watch. Will you let me watch you cum?”

You squirmed at the request.

“Ssteeevvveeee!”

“Don’t be shy. Look. I’ll join you.”

Steve leaned up on his elbow and started stroking his dick, making you wetter than you already were.

You bit your lip and slid your hands from your tits down your sides, one moving back up to play with your nipple, and the other finding your clit. You licked your lips as your fingers played in your slippery slit and lubricated your button. The sound was pornographic as your movements indicated how wet you were.

You watched as Steve opened his mouth and moved his hand faster.

“Put your fingers inside, baby. Pretend they’re mine.”

You shivered as you obeyed and your thumb tuned your body to a marvelous frequency with Steve watching. It was so erotic. You started to cum when Steve started moaning.

“How pretty. Y’look so pretty getting off. Pretty little fingers in that gorgeous hole. My sweet Ambrosia…”

He was descending toward your center, breath hot on your cunt. He inhaled deeply, taking in the essence of you.

“Let me be your toy…”

And his lips wrapped around your vibrating clitoris, sliding it between his lips quickly at first, causing you to jump, then, when his strong hands held your thighs open, he suckled it completely into his mouth and used his tongue to try and suck the life out of you.

You screamed and Steve slipped a finger inside your tight hole, thrusting gently at first, and then adding another finger and becoming more insistent in the quest for your orgasm.

You came very quickly, knees around his head before he pried them off and then held you open. Steve blew on your cunt to extend the sensations, and thrummed your clit while you begged him to stop. The quivers were extended as he came up and sucked your nipples, and pulling his hair only spurred him on longer.

When you finally, finally came down, your hoarse voice complained to,

“All my stars and heavens, Steve!”

“How can you be so fucking cute and so damn sexy at the same time. My dream girl.”

Steve kissed your forehead as you grabbed his cock and started pumping.

“Gimme.”

Steve tried to frown at you.

“So demanding.”

“Steve please.”

“You want this dick?”

Your breathy “Yes!” almost made him almost cum in your hand.

“You. Are going to be the death of me.”

Steve held your thighs in your hands and pushed them up beside you.

His stiff cock seemed to know the way home as he positioned himself at your entrance. He slid the thick head inside you as you keened as you knew his shaft was almost as thick.

“You okay, Baby?”

“Hnnngh.. Oh Steve…give me more…”

Steve almost exploded at your face and the way you were squeezing him.

“Okay.. I don’t really wanna… hurt…”

“Hurt me pleaseeeee.”

“Shiiiitttttttt.”

Steve slid into your very wet canal and stayed there as you wrapped all of your limbs around him as you got used to his girth again.

“I-I-I can’t… I’m gonna cum… inside… I can’t… you’re gripping me so… so so tight…”

“Mmmmmmghhh! Give me!”

And Steve started moving, slowly at first, and as you urged him on, faster and deeper.

“I had plans for how I was gonna… fuck…”

“Oh my god… Steve, I’m…”

“I wanted to go nice and slow… ohhhhhh…”

When he felt you quiver around him was when he started cumming.

“Fuck! It’s too soon… oh my god you feel so good…”

Steve buried his face into your neck, huffing and puffing as his cum spurted out of him and into your warm goodness. You felt every splash of his hot ejection inside you and briefly considered the consequences.

So did Steve.

“Oh shit, I came inside you.”

Steve looked pretty pleased with himself. You had to laugh.

“I can’t with you, Steve.”

“I believe you just did.”

You both chuckled as he kissed you and collapsed on the bed.

Steve pulled you close.

“Sam is probably down there dealing with customers…still got bills to pay. The lights, the mortgage…”

You were dumping the last thoughts out of your head as you were falling asleep.

“Not the mortgage anymore. Valkyrie bought it from Wells Fargo…”

Steve sighed and kissed you on the forehead, exhaustion finally catching up with him.

“Oh, ” You replied as you snuggled closer to him.

And both of you fell into the warm embrace of deep sleep for an afternoon nap.

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navybrat817 · 10 months

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Navy, what would mafia!Bucky do if, while you’re moving in with him, he found a picture of you and your ex lost in your belongings?

Oh, nonnie!

"What the fuck is this?"

Bucky didn't raise his voice when he asked the question. That had you trembling and you weren't exactly sure why. It wasn't like you kept any secrets from him.

But you felt your throat go dry when he held up an old photo, his steel eyes staring into yours.

One you thought you got rid of.

"I know you're not going to make me repeat myself, are you, doll?"

"That's an old photo that I thought I threw away," you said quickly. You didn't need to defend yourself though, did you? He was an ex. You were with Bucky.

"What's his name?" he asked, the photo still in hand as he took deliberate slow steps toward you.

"It's-"

He put a finger on your lips before you could finish. "Don't you dare finish that. Because by the time I'm done fucking you, you're going to forget all about him."

Lifting your chin, you decided to give him a little push.

"Prove it."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Monday check up 😗

I meant to answer you yesterday but I was getting demolished by work. So I wanna say I'm doing good and I hope you are too. But also because this:

I give you this:

The Happy Couple

Warnings: nothing glaring besides allusions to criminal shit and some shady business transactions.

Character: mob!Bucky

Summary: You have an interesting conversation with one of your father's capos at his wedding. (just over 1k)

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You thank the server as he fills your glass with sparkling rose. The music pumps through the speakers as drunken dancers crowd the floor. Their classy attire lends a laughable contrast to their activity, the sloppy moves of the unaware.

You cluck as you watch your new stepmother grind her ass against your father’s crotch. A deep gulp leaves your glass half-empty. You set down the stemmed flute and dab away the trickle at the corner of your lips with the cloth napkin at your elbow, careful not to smear your lip gloss.

You put the napkin down and fix the skinny strap of your satin dress, a similar shade to the bubbly wine. Another sardonic chuckle tickles your throat.

You were demoted from bridesmaids for refusing to wear the tacky ruffled teal monstrosities now twirling round messily. It hardly bothers you as you had enough experience in the role to know it was a pain in the ass more than an honour.

You take your glass again, tipping it daintily against your lips and sipping as the hordes of middle-aged partiers get rowdy to The B52s. Your amusement at the scene is curtailed by a pique of curiosity as a speck looms in the corner of your vision. You glance over as the chair next to your glides out across the polished floor.

“You mind?” Bucky calls over the music as he rests his hand on the back of the chair.

“Go for it,” you shrug and drink again.

He pauses as he unbuttons his jacket and slings it over the back of the chair. He sits, his fingers brushing down his white vest and settling across his black trousers, stretched over his thighs as his knees are spread wide. He squares his shoulders and sighs.

“You look elated,” he says dryly, raising his voice to compete with the bass.

“Oh, wonderfully happy for the newlyweds,” you roll your eyes.

“What’s this one? Four?”

“Number six,” you empty the glass and put it down, “tied with Henry VIII. You think this one will lose her head?”

He raises his hand and signals a server as he responds, “I didn’t know you liked history.”

“I’ve seen a few Youtube videos on some dead people,” you shake your head.

A server comes over with the wine and diligently pours until the bubbles are at the rim of the glass. Bucky dismisses them without a drink of his own. You look at the pale blush liquid and touch the side of the crystal as you squint at Bucky.

“Shouldn’t you be out there dancing?” You wonder.

“Shouldn’t you?” He tilts his head, his tongue poking out between his lips.

You lift your glass as you consider him, his eyes flicking down, catching the dimly set lights like sapphires. He’s handsome enough, especially compared to the other capos. He’s not terribly old and hasn’t yet grown the typical pot-belly that comes with an excess of red wine and prosciutto.

“If you’re asking me to get out there, no. These aren’t my dancing shoes,” you show off the rose gold Manolos.

“Ah,” his eyes trail down to your foot and he bends forward slowly. You watch curiously as he takes your foot and lifts it into his lap. You try to pull away but he holds your ankle firmly, “they always say something about beauty being pain” he admires the shoe as he drags his finger over the toe, “but you’re not hurtin’ for that, are you?”

“You’re silly,” you take a gulp as he wiggles your shoe off, “hey, what are you doing? Those are expensive.”

He sets your shoes on the table and puts his finger to his lips, hushing you in the din of a slow dance, Celine Dion’s voice crushing the frenetic energy of the dancers. He flutters his fingers up your arch and you twitch as the ticklish sensation it sends up your calf. He clings to you and pushes his thumb into your foot.

“What–”

“Maybe the next one of these will be yours,” he says as he deliberately but delicately massages your foot, “I hear the bride is about your age.”

“Ha, she sat behind me in geometry.”

“Small world.”

“Sure, and my dad’s got a big wallet.”

“Never hurts,” he agrees as he lets his left hand trail along your ankle, his other still kneading your foot, “I did have a chat with the good don.”

“Business? You know I don’t know about all that,” you look away evasively and slurp down a mouthful of wine.

“Business for him, pleasure for me,” his chair scrapes closer as his hand wanders to your knee, the slit of your skirt baring you to the thigh.

You put the glass down and lean forward, stopping his hand. You look at him in the artificial candlelight of the centerpiece. The glow catches the patch of silver along the dimple of his chin and the few strands at his temples. Is he crazy?

“My father doesn’t appreciate his men getting fresh with me.”

“I’m not worried about daddy,” he smirks as he grips your thigh, “I’m just following orders.”

You swallow. Despite the urge to laugh in his face and promise him that your dad will have his ring finger, you can’t muster the derision. The earnestness in his expression gives you pause. He’s your father’s most loyal and capable soldier.

“He wouldn’t–”

“His new wife wants an empty nest and I got one of my own,” his rough fingertips send a chill up your spine and you twitch, “no better prize than the boss’ daughter.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t?” He challenges as he peeks over to the dance floor.

You follow his eyeline as you father sways with Kendra. He watches calmly and gives a nod before smiling as his new wife and kissing her sloppily.

“I won’t go into detail about how I earned such a prize as yourself but I promise,” his hand creeps up and searches out the slender string of your panties, “I’ll take better care of you than any man. Even dear old daddy.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mob au #ask drabble #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #au #avengers #winter soldier #captain america #mcu #marvel

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 4 months

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Extremely out of the blue... But Fandom, I need your help...

I was in a mood, scrolling through my FYP, and I stumbled upon this glorious Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes fic... Then I noticed my notifications were blowing up, and I tapped away, and lost it...

Unfortunately, I never pressed like before reading, so it's gone into the sea of fics... And my memory sucks, so ai don't remember the title but I do remember the fic itself...

So, Y/N was sold to Bucky, and they had just gotten married. She's terrified because he's being an ass, and a seductive one at that. He takes/corners her at the balcony, seducing her with light kisses, and things start to get spicy (🫣), thing is Y/N is embarrassed because she cries when she finishes, so she pushes Bucky away and runs into the bathroom, where she makes an attempt to climb out the window to escape her embarrassment (in her lingerie, mind you 😆).

Bucky goes ballistic, barges into the bathroom, and scoops her out of the window before she can fling herself out. He gets soft, because Y/N confesses that she hasn't lost her V card yet, but she hasn't told him about the crying issue 😅... Bucky gets hot and bothered at that thought, and the fact she's adorably sprawled on their bed ordering room service (he doesn't want to hurt or scare her because it's her first), and needs to relieve himself... And that definitely wasn't working...

And then I lost the fic...

Hopefully one of y'all knows what fic I'm looking for... Please send a link or ask or something once you think you found it...🥺 Because I want to know how it ends!!!

Additional clues...

Gif on the fic is Seb looking rugged and roughed up, in a suit, all bloody. Like he has cuts and he doesn't look happy.

It was labeled Dub-Con, if that helps...🫣

Thank you!

🫶Booky

#booky reacts #booky asks #chris evans #chris evans fandom #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob boss!bucky barnes x reader #booky's reads #bucky barnes smut #I NEED TO KNOW AND READ THIS FIC #🙏#please use the power of the Fandom ❤️

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gutsby · 1 month

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if u dont mind me slithering back in ur inbox asking for more update on wedded bliss 👀⁉️ i dont deserve to be cliffhanged like that 😔✋️ istg im sorry i just now have been able to fully read and comprehend trigger tease since u uploaded BUT SOLD⁉️ MFER SOLD ME ⁉️⁉️ i was flabbergasted fr fr but i loved it so much i cant wait for part 4 🥹

DUDE!!! 😭🩵 your messages make me so happy to read - i’m sorry for the wait on part 4, but i’m hoping to have the full thing uploaded soon!! here’s a tiny snippet of it!

thank you for reading and always being so sweet! 💞

#literally you’re the backbone of this fic i’m trying hard to upload soon LOL #ask #mob!bucky

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Mob!bucky thirst trap?

"Hey Angelface," Bucky rumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and tilting your chin up to kiss you hello. "How was your day?"

"Long," you sigh, accepting a kiss hello and resting your head on his chest. "Yours?"

"Not too bad," he allowed, stroking your back. "You sure you're good?"

"I'm fine," you tell him, snuggling a little more insistently. Wanting attention. Wanting to be coddled and held and petted for a while.

"You only get needy when you're feeling sad," he said frowning. He didn't like that. He didn't like when you didn't feel happy- secure. He knew everyone had blah days. Sad days. Bad days. But this felt like not that.

You shake your head, "I'm not sad. I just- missed you this week."

"You missed me?" he said kissing your forehead. "Feeling a little neglected, huh?"

"Maybe a little," you murmur. "You've been really busy."

"That's an understatement," chuckled, bending to kiss you slowly. An invitation. Telling you he was here now. That you had his full attention. And he slid his tongue into your mouth teasingly. Tasting you. Wanting more of you, whatever you would give him.

When you whine and come up for air, looking up at him hopefully he smiles a little, catching his breath. "Bucky-"

"What'd'ya want, beautiful?" he asked, "Wanna go to bed?"

"Tuck me in?" you ask, eyes glittering.

"I'll even read you a bedtime story," he teases, "But- you gotta be a good girl."

"Aren't I always?" you ask, batting your eyes.

"Usually when you want something," he teased, nipping your lip. "You're awful cute though."

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #mob!bucky #ask answered #minors dni #thirst trap thursday

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harlequin-hangout · 1 year

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Ok, since I'm prone to hurting myself pretty horribly doing stupid things I know I shouldn't be doing...

I'm wondering how mafia Bucky would react when he told you not to do something cause he's worried you'll get hurt but of course you do said stupid thing and get hurt but try to hide it

Bucky's forehead was wrinkled as he pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out and exasperated sigh.

" . . . So lemme get this straight, Sweets.I told you that wearing those shoes on the ice would be a bad idea."

"Mhm."

"Because you can't walk in heels like that on a CLEAR day."

"Yeah."

"Suggested wearing them once you'd broken them in around the house a bit."

"Solid suggestion, by the way."

"AND pointed out three other pairs that would have gone just as well with your outfit."

"Four, actually."

"Then you wore the shoes anyway, immediately. fell on the stairs, and are now bruised so badly that it looks like you're in my line of work?"

" . . . Yeah. Yeah that about sums it up." You looked at him matter of factly and completely unfazed by the King of the Underground staring down at you.

Bucky sighed again, but couldn't stop a smile from creeping onto his face. He had killed people, tortured people, ruled more than half the underground, and had a reputation as one of the most dangerous men in New York, yet he couldn't talk you out of something you'd set your mind to. You were stubborn to a fault, absolutely unafraid of him, and probably a little scarier than he was in certain circumstances.

"Please be more careful? And listen to me next time. I'm right about some things, y'know. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

He wouldn't have it any other way.

#Bucky #bucky takeover #ask Bucky #marvel #buky barnes #bucky barnes takeover #ask bucky barnes #winter soldier #winter soldier takeover #ask winter soldier #mob!bucky #Mafia!bucky #marvel bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #winter soldier imagine #bucky barnes imagine

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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This is mob!Bucky taking a business call when he promised to spend time with you on your little Italian retreat.

So, what do you do? Strut out in the tiniest little bikini you own, the one you bought as a surprise. You don't even look at him but you know he's watching you as you run sun tan lotion over your body, making a point to bend over to rub it in your legs.

You hear him end the call and make his way over to you. He slowly moves your hair over your shoulder, his lips touching your neck softly and he whispers,

"I'm going to fuck you on every surface of this villa whilst you wear nothing but this bikini."

#hehehe i want him to whisk me away and take my troubles away #mob!bucky #ask thots #ask #alice 💜

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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Could we get a little drabble of Bucky finding out reader had been reckless before he storms over to hers for sex 👀 was he feeling horny beforehand or seeing her naked got him horny 😈😈😈

He was not feeling horny. That was definitely due to the fact that reader was standing in front of him naked. This man has no self control when it comes to reader. If he can have her, he will!

Bucky’s day had been complete shit. He had spent way to much time fixing his father’s financial mess and trying to get rid of Dot and her binder full of wedding day plans. The only thing that kept him going was knowing he was going to meet you that night.

But as Bucky walks into his office and sees Steve leaning against his desk he knows something’s wrong. His right hand man’s tense posture gave him away. Bucky could only hope it had nothing to do with you.

He was wrong.

Steve cleared his throat as Bucky sat at his desk. The blond had one hand on his hip the other smoothing his beard. The grim expression on Steve’s face was making Bucky uneasy and his first thought was if you were alright.

“I just got a call from Jensen.” Steve finally said. Bucky took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever he would say next. “It seems like she was in her warehouse alone when she got a call saying that Rosie had been hurt. She didn’t wait for back up and was met with some of Pierce’s men. They tried to take her.”

“Where is she?”

Bucky stood with the full intention of going to where ever you were and kill whoever he had to just to make sure you were safe.

“She’s home. She managed to get away at the last minute but it was a close call.”

The anger that he had kept at bay all day was boiling over. Bucky’s left fist went through his desk, the wood splintering and cracking at impact. The thought of Pierce getting his hands on you had him seeing red. Add to that the fact that you had decided to do whatever you wanted without back up. If you kept running around like that it would only be a matter of time before something serious happened.

“I’m going to see her. If anyone asks where I am tell them to fuck off.”

With that Bucky left. His only mission was to first make sure you were safe and second to remind you that being reckless was the dumbest thing you could possibly do. He was willing to tie you down and throw you in the basement if it meant you were safe.

Steve pulls out his phone and sends you a quick warning text.

Steve: he’s pissed as fuck. Good luck.

Y/N: thanks for the heads up.

Mom the drive over Bucky tried to calm down. He knew from personal experience what being cornered like that felt like but at the same time the thought of losing you for good was too much. The drive was quick but Bucky sat in his car once it was parked for a moment. Willing himself to calm down. With a final deep breath he got put of his car and stalked up to your door, opening it and walking in without an invitation.

He wasn't sure what would happen next he just hoped it wouldn't ruin your relationship.

#is it a crime? ask #is it a crime? drabble #val answers #you've got mail 💌#mob boss bucky x reader

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buckets-and-trees · 8 months

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Mob Bucky taking his chef to fancy restaurants around the globe, each time stating that your food tastes better (and sometimes saying he needs to chase the flavor of the eaten dish with something that never disappoints, so he spreads your thighs...)

You left this ask AGES AGO, my dear Eva, but it's been on the tip of my fingers for quite a while...

Fandom: MCU Collection: Devour Title: YEAST Characters/Pairings: Mob Boss!Bucky x female!Chef!Reader Word Count: 360

Content Warnings: prelude to/implied female oral receiving

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“Well, now you’re delusional levels of wrong,” you laughed.

“I can’t be wrong, we're debating opinions, not facts,” he insisted, his face serious, but his tone playful.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you’ve traipsed us all around Europe taking me to places where I’ve eaten some of the most incredible food of my life, and yet any time I rave over anything, you’re determined to argue that my food is better.”

“Mhmm,” he smirked. His thumb brushed easily back and forth over the back of your hand as he held it in his lap.

“I do not bake,” you argued, having just eaten breakfast at a café with a gloriously abundant bakery selection of fresh breads and pastries. “And of the two of us, who’s actually a professional chef?”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Maybe I’m just not satisfied until I get what I really want.”

Oh.

“James,” you whispered, glancing between him and up to the driver in the front of the sedan.

He hit a button and a privacy divider slid up between the front and back of the car, but he was already shifting to kneel between your legs before it was even up all the way, pushing your thighs apart and hitching the hem of your dress up. He planted his lips just inside your right knee, making a trail of slow, deliberate, heated kisses along the tender flesh of your thigh, his destination no question. He kept his eyes locked on yours. Your hand sought one of his again, and your fingers interlocked on your left thigh.

“Be as quiet or as loud as you want, I don’t care if he hears,” you knew he meant the driver, “just be a good girl and let me feast while I take you apart right here. I’m too impatient to wait until we’re back at the hotel.”

Once his tongue was finally fucking your dripping cunt, you did your best to keep from screaming, but you had no idea how much of your pleasure the driver heard. If he heard anything, he was smart enough to act as if he didn’t hear the mob boss draw two orgasms from his pretty little fiancé.