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No one as sweet as you - Mafia!Stucky/Reader
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✦ Pairing: Stucky/Reader ✦ Word count: ~9,4k ✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings: Mafia AU, best friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, protective!stucky, TW: reader is verbally and physically abused by john walker, idiots in love, sharing a bed, poly relationship, piv sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, praise kink, pet names (Sweets), unprotected sex, creampie. ✦ Summary: When you’re hurt by your boyfriend you go to the two people you can depend on for anything, Steve and Bucky, your best friends. ✦ Note: This is a fic that was previously posted on AO3, at the beginning of the year. But since I'm stuck in writer's block right now I thought I would post this in case you haven't read it. It's one of my favorites. There are some short prequel fics to this also posted on AO3, about when they were living together in college. I'll post those too in the following weeks.
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The bouncer gives you one glance before he opens the door for you and the line of people you pass shout angrily but you don’t even spare them a glance, your thoughts elsewhere. The music in the club usually invigorates you but tonight it passes through without leaving a trace.
Making your way to Monica at the bar, the people you pass shoot you weird glances and you know you must look a mess. When she sees you she comes right over, the music is too loud to talk so you share a squeeze of the forearm in place of a hug before she pours you your favorite wine, with a pitying smile at your smeared mascara. You throw a kiss at her before making your way to the back and once again the big man at the door opens it for you after a quick look.
The music is muted as you make your way to the stairs at the back that take you up to their private room. When your heels land at the top and you meet Bucky's eyes he lifts the girl currently on his lap off and declares "Everyone out."
Steve shoots him an irritated look before his eyes follow Bucky's and sees you. You stand perfectly still while the women and men who were enjoying a private party with two of the biggest mobsters in New York mill past you down the stairs, some even shoot you dirty looks.
When the last person has passed, you take a step towards them, but before you're two steps in, Bucky has taken the glass from your hand and Steve has lifted you into his arms. You cling to him, hands grasping his shirts, and finally, you know you’re safe.
Steve sits down with you in his lap, cradling your head to lean it against him, the other arm holding you tight at your waist. Bucky's palms are gentle when he rubs your back soothingly. None of them say anything at first but the tears running down your face speak for themselves. You made it all the way without breaking down but with them, you can be vulnerable. For the last seven years, they’ve been the rock, the shelter, and your haven.
"Talk to us, Sweets," Bucky's voice is only that soft with you, maybe sometimes with Steve too, “What’s going on?” You try to take a deep breath, but it just stutters. After a few more tries it’s better but you’re not sure where to begin. They give you time, and don't press you on information, like they otherwise do in their line of work.
Finally, you release Steve's shirt and instead, you find the hand he has wrapped around your waist, twisting the rings on his fingers as you try to speak. You don't want to look at them, the shame and the anxiety is running high in your body but you want to tell them, you just have to find the right words.
"You know the guy I've been seeing," you start and feel Steve's arms tighten around you. Before you can say more Bucky mutters "I'm gonna kill him." Steve is calmer and asks, "What about John, Sweets?" He speaks into your hair, his voice is gentle but it has a hard edge. "He's been so sweet since we started going out, but he's been having a rough time at work lately," you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to remember, your heart beating like crazy. The memories bring forth the panic and the fear again and your breath gets shallow.
"It's alright Sweets, you're here with us, nothing can hurt you," Bucky's low voice is comforting, together with their touch, and you know he’s telling you the truth. It’s the reason you came here instead of going home.
You take a few more breaths and continue "So I thought I'd do something nice for him. We had a spa day and while he soaked in the tub I made dinner and dressed up for him." Frowning hard, your fingers spin the rings on Steve's hand faster and faster the more your anxiety builds, knowing what’s coming.
"And everything was great until I poured the wine and spilled some on the tablecloth." Your mouth opens and closes a few times and the tears start to fall again but Bucky is there with his thumbs, cradling your face and brushing them away, while Steve rocks you gently in his embrace.
"He was furious," you cry. "Said I ruined everything! He threw the wine in my face, then the bottle across the room. He tried to grab me but I ran out of there." There is a long silence when you finish, it’s just your sobs and the music from the other side of the wall. Then Steve says "I'm gonna fucking kill him," his voice laced with rage, and he hugs you even closer.
"I took a cab here, I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t wanna go home." With the last words out you feel a small relief. You’ve told them. You’ve told someone. The scene still plays in your head, seeing John's eyes turn black with rage when the drops of rosé landed on the white linen, feeling the fear when he started screaming.
"Thank you for telling us, Sweets. You’re an incredible person," Steve says and moves you out of his lap and over to Bucky's. They treat you with the utmost care, moving slowly, giving you time to protest if you want, or detangle yourself if that's what you desire. But you let them manipulate your body how they like because sometimes they know what you need more than you do.
"You did nothing wrong," he goes on to say, holding onto your hands, letting his thumbs caress the skin. "John is an absolute fucking asshole and no one should be treated like that.” You meet his green-blue eyes that are only soft for you, and Bucky. Right now, Steve isn’t the feared mobster that people avert their eyes from when he enters a room, scared they’re going to end up in a ditch because they looked at him wrong. No, this Steve is your best friend.
"I don't want to be scared, and I don't want to go home in case he comes there," you confess. "You'll stay with us," Bucky decides, voice finite. "Let’s go home so you can take a shower and change clothes." You nod and are about to stand up but Bucky is quicker, changing his grip and holding you close as he gets up. He carries you to the car and doesn't let go of you until you're in their mansion, in the room you have there.
When he puts you down your feet are a little unsteady and they both look at you with concern, but you give them a weak smile “It’s okay.” "We'll be right outside, shout if you need anything," Steve tells you and when you nod they both step out and close the door softly behind them.
For a moment you stand still, trying to make sense of the last hours, wondering how everything went to shit. Then you finally get a good look at yourself in the tall mirror and see the black rivulets of mascara and eyeliner smudged down your cheeks, the foundation almost gone.
The dress is ruined by the wine and even if it was expensive and you can get it dry cleaned you don’t want it anymore. You pull it off and throw it into the trash can, quickly followed by the heels. The lingerie is one of your favorite sets but you're unsure if you will ever be able to enjoy it again without remembering how you chose it especially for John. After a moment it goes into the trash, and the earrings too, feeling like you need everything from the night to be gone.
The only thing you keep on your body is the necklace that was a gift from Bucky and Steve years ago and you haven’t taken it off since. It's custom-made with three delicate chains in gold, silver, and black twisted together. You loved it the moment you saw it, knowing that the chains were the three of you, twisted together through the rest of your lives. When you touch it with your fingers it makes you feel better, because you can feel them with you.
The shower feels more than just bodily cleansing and when you remove the last pieces of your smeared makeup, smoothing eye cream over your puffy eyes, the feeling of fear and panic is distant.
In the closet are a bunch of your clothes, probably more than you like to admit, but the best part is the drawer with their old t-shirts. You pull one out, not sure which of them it used to belong to, but it’s worn and soft against your skin. For a moment you press it against your nose, breathing in the detergent that reminds you of this place and all the wonderful memories that you have with them, before you find your pajama pants.
Out in your room you sit on the bed and look around at the muted colors. Bucky and Steve insisted that the room was yours, not just a guest room, and it makes you smile a little when you think about how much fun you had decorating it.
After taking a deep breath you open the door and find them just a few steps away. The look in Bucky's eyes is murderous and Steve's fists are clenched by his side, but when they turn to you they go back to being your best friends that you met in college all those years ago. "How are you feeling?" Bucky steps up to you and pulls you into a soft hug, tucking your head underneath his chin as you wrap your arms around his waist, breathing in the smell of him. Steve comes up behind you, placing his palms on your shoulders, rubbing the muscles carefully. "Better now," you answer. "But I never had dinner so I'm a bit hungry."
Bucky pulls away from you, cradling your face, tilting it up until you're looking right into his light blue eyes. "Let's go raid the kitchen," he smiles and holds your gaze for a few seconds more and there is so much love in those eyes it's almost scary. You know he would burn down the city if it made you happy, they both would, and that intensity is one of the many things that have kept you from finding out what it would be like to be theirs. You're not sure you'd be able to handle it.
When Bucky lets go of you, Steve's arm goes around your waist and he pulls you into him, Bucky takes your hand, lacing your fingers together, and you walk to the kitchen. You sit down at the kitchen island while they open the fridge.
"The chef made mac'n’cheese," Steve says and pulls out an oven pan, covered in tin foil with a post-it note on top with instructions for heating it. Bucky turns on the oven and says, "Want something to drink Sweets?"
"Soda?" you ask and Steve pulls a can out of the fridge before settling down beside you, handing it to you. You hand it right back "Please? I don't wanna fuck up my nails." That makes him chuckle as he opens it and the sound makes you warm on the inside so you lean your head against his shoulder.
"Thank you," you sigh. "For always being here for me. I'm sorry I ruined your party." "You didn't ruin shit," Bucky spits out, glaring at you from where he is standing by the oven. Steve and you chuckle at his harsh tone but then he leans forward, over the counter towards you, resting his large arms against the surface.
"I mean it, Sweets, don't you ever think you ruin anything by showing up, for any reason," his voice is stern but you know it comes from a place of love. "Thank you, Bucky, it means a lot," you smile.
When the oven is warm Bucky puts the tray in and pulls out plates. It only takes a few minutes and your tummy rumbles as the kitchen fills with the smell of cheese. Bucky and Steve make small talk about work things and you're grateful for them filling the silence while you finally get some food.
But it isn't the nice chicken that you cooked for John that you looked forward to eating and your eyes begin to burn. Even though you try to force the tears back they come anyway and run down your cheeks as you eat. Neither Bucky nor Steve notice until you reach for a paper towel and sniffle loudly. Not a second later you're wrapped up in Steve's embrace, crying into his shirt again while Bucky caresses your hair and nape. They mumble sweet things to you and tell you that you're safe and that nothing is ever going to hurt you again.
After a few minutes, the tears run dry. "I'm okay," you say and Steve loosens his hold, his eyes filled with concern for you. "You sure?" "Yeah, but I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Should probably try to get some sleep.” "We're sleeping in my room," Bucky decides and you nod, Steve too.
It's not unusual for the three of you to share a bed when one of you has had a rough time. The first time it happened was after finals and you all fell asleep in Steve's bed, totally exhausted, and slept better than you'd had in weeks.
Then it was after break-ups, yours, Steve's, Bucky's, somehow you all ended up in a bed together every time and it wasn't sexual at any point, just friends being there for each other and it continued through the years. The only time it was out of the question was when one of you was in a relationship, then it just felt weird, and from previous experience, it wasn't something that partners were all that accepting of.
You retrieve your pillows and cover from your room before settling in Bucky’s huge bed, your feet twisted up with Steve's, and Bucky is holding your hand. It's nice, it's familiar and you drift off knowing you're safe with them.
The room is dark when their soft voices wake you, but that might be because of the black-out curtains and not because it's still night. They’ve moved close enough to you that you can feel the warmth from their bodies on either side of you, and Bucky’s chest is right in front of your eyes when you open them slightly to peek. They don't notice you're awake and you don't feel like announcing it either, curious what they’re talking about.
"We let her decide." Even if Steve's tone is hushed it's still hard. "She is too sweet, you know she would never hurt a fly, she's going to say no," Bucky protests harshly in a whisper. This is interesting, you think.
"Even if you and I are fine with getting blood on our hands, maybe she doesn't want to live with that, maybe she wants to press charges." Steve has always been the more level-headed of the two, good with looking at things from all angles and keeping his cool. Bucky huffs and you want to giggle. His emotions always get him in trouble, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. When Bucky is angry he sees red and when he loves he does it with his whole soul and being. One time you asked Steve how he isn’t dead yet since his poker face seems to suck, but Steve explained that when they’re doing business he is usually calm and collected. When his emotions finally break through, people know they should probably run.
"Fine.” You can tell Bucky is not happy but he lowers his voice even more, and now it’s tinged with something else. “But I'm never letting her go again." His words together with his gentle tone make your heart skip. There was a time when you seriously thought about asking them to see if the three of you could work it out, and be more than just friends. But what you have with them is so precious that if it fails in the end, and you lose your best friends, you're not sure how you're going to go on.
"And you think I will?" Steve mutters. "We should have said something a long time ago." "Well, we can't go back in time. All I know is that I love her and I can't see her with anyone else ever again," Bucky's voice sounds like it's going to crack. He never cries but that is as close as it gets.
Steve reaches over you towards him, you can't see what he does but you know how Steve's comforting hands look on Bucky, you've seen it before. Sometimes they're even sweeter with each other than they are with you, when they think no one can see them, not even you. It's so clear that they love each other deeply, honestly it's surprising that they don't just date each other.
You hear Bucky hum in contentment and Steve gives a small soft laugh. It feels like a good time as any to pretend to wake up. You file away their words for another day, not ready to deal with them now in the wake of what’s happened. First, you need to heal the broken heart you're already nursing before thinking about giving it away again.
With a groan you turn from your side to your back, stretching and blinking your eyes open. They're lying on their sides, both resting their heads on their hands. "What time is it?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes. "Just past nine," Bucky informs you and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face. "And you two are still here?" "Just for you," Steve says softly and finds your hand, twisting your fingers together.
Both of them are early risers and you hate mornings, something they tease you for endlessly. "Honestly though, have you already, like, gone for a run, had breakfast, and then sealed some important deal?" "Nope." Bucky slides his arm in under your neck, placing the other hand on your hip, and pulls you closer to him. "We didn't want to leave in case you woke up." Steve shuffles closer, his chest pressing into your shoulder. "Didn't want you to think we left you all by yourself."
You hum and decide to ask "Would it be okay if I stay here a few days?" "Sweets, stay as long as you want. It's your home as much as ours,” Steve answers. "No,” you correct. “My name is definitely not on any papers for this house." "We can fix that if that's what you want. Just move here." Bucky is serious but you decide to laugh it off. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Like old times." he smiles.
"Except I have no desire to listen to the people you bring home scream and moan, got enough of that in college,” tumbles out of your mouth without really thinking of it. They exchange a look but before they can say anything you hastily continue. "Do you think I need to break up with John, or do you think he got the message when I left?"
An uneasy silence falls and Bucky breaks it. "I'm gonna be honest with you Sweets, I really wanna fucking kill him, and make it as painful and as horrifying for him as possible. Death will feel like a blessing in the end." Steve speaks next. "But it's your decision, and if you wanna press charges against him, we'll make our lawyers available."
It’s a lot to take in at that moment. "I don't know,” you answer truthfully. “It still hurts, I'm still scared but I'm not sure what will make it better." "When you've decided you let us know and we'll do whatever you want." Steve bends down to kiss the top of your head.
"If I see him on the street or something though I'm gonna punch him," Bucky says casually before letting go of you and getting out of bed. When his warmth leaves you, you whine and that makes him chuckle. He kneels on the bed and kisses your forehead. "Steve will keep you company while I make breakfast." "You mean go get what the chef has already prepared?" you joke. Bucky shoots you a look before leaving the bedroom.
"We should be glad he isn't actually cooking. Remember when he tried to make pancakes for his girlfriend and almost burned down the apartment," Steve notes. "That's because he got distracted. I mean, I'm glad I came out of my room when I did but the image of Bucky and her on the kitchen table still haunts me," you chuckle.
"You weren't exactly innocent back in those days either," Steve points out with a laugh. "But I never did it on the communal surfaces," you defend with a huff. "No, all we got was listening to you trying to stifle every sound and failing miserably." "Well, at least I didn't break a wall while fucking someone." "It was a shitty wall, never have that problem here." "See that's why I don't wanna move here." "We can soundproof your room?" "Or I can just live in my apartment?"
Bucky comes back with a breakfast tray and places it on the bedside table before pulling out your phone from his pants. "It's been buzzing nonstop since I got down," he explains and hands it to you right as the screen lights up with an incoming call.
"It's John," you tell them, and your chest floods with anxiety as you stare at the screen and sit up against the headboard. "Answer it," Steve sits up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. Bucky is pressed against you much the same on your other side. "On speaker," he instructs and takes out his own phone to record the call.
Your hands shake as you swipe to answer. "H-hello." Your voice is wavering. "Baby! I'm sorry for yesterday, I'm sorry I got mad. I've been calling since you left, I've been so worried. I checked your place but you weren't home. Where are you?" John says in a worried voice. "I'm at a friend's house," you reply.
The feelings in your chest are conflicted, on one hand you never want to see him again but hearing his voice makes you remember that when he is good he is great, amazing even, and you would be lying if you said you didn't miss him. For the last few months, you gave it your all and you were even prepared to tell him you love him.
"I'll come and pick you up and let me apologize properly," he sounds pained like he is actually sorry for what he did. Fuck, it's so tempting to go back but you know better. You know that this is just the tip of the iceberg, and getting wine thrown in your face is probably not the worst that can happen.
"No, John." You try to sound confident but you're not sure it comes across. "I don't think it's going to work out between us." The moment you say the words the tears well up and Steve starts rubbing your shoulder." You're doing great," he whispers right by your ear so John doesn't hear.
"Are you-" John sounds shocked. "Are you breaking up with me… over the phone?" "Yeah, sorry." You cringe, you shouldn't be sorry. "You scared me yesterday and I feel like I don't know you anymore."
"Babe you don't need to be scared of me, I would never hurt you I swear," he sounds like he is about to cry and a part of you wants to comfort him. "You threw wine in my face and said some really mean things," you point out.
"I didn't mean any of that, I promise. You know I've had a lot on my plate lately and I didn't mean to take it out on you." There is some part of you that desperately wants to believe him. "That's not an excuse," you go on. "I'm not an object for you to take out your frustration on. It's not going to work John."
There is a long silence before he speaks again and now his voice is laced with rage instead. "Then you can come get your fucking things right now." "John, please don't-" you start but he cuts you off.
"You fucking bitch, you lead me on for months and then you break up with me over the phone, because what? You think I’m gonna hit you or something?" "Yeah, maybe," you answer truthfully. "You're such a dumb bitch, I would never lay a hand on a woman I care about."
Both Steve and Bucky stir beside you. When you shoot them a glance they are both staring at the screen with murder in their eyes. "Calling me names won't change my mind, John," it hurts when he says them, like an actual stab in the heart and it brings out more tears.
Bucky leans over and taps the mute button. "There is no way you're going over there, we'll send Sam and Vis." You nod and unmute while John is raging on about how dumb and useless you are and how he wishes he'd never wasted his time on you. "I'm going to send some friends to pick up my things."
"Oh, so you won't even face me yourself?” his voice is unrecognizable now. “You know what? I'm glad for what I did, I'm not sorry anymore, you're obviously a fucking coward and not worth a second of my time." Every ounce of fight is gone from you, you're just tired and want it to be over. You don’t want to listen to the hurtful words anymore so you simply say "Goodbye John," and don't even wait for a response before hanging up. You drop the phone into the sheets and bury your face in your hands, your body jerking with sobs.
Steve and Bucky’s arms go around you but you hardly notice, everything is just excruciating pain, your heart smashed into a million pieces. Twenty-four hours ago you were happy with a man you thought you knew, and loved, but now everything is broken and you're not sure what you’re going to do next.
It takes a long time for you to stop crying and when it finally ends you're exhausted, again. The coffee Bucky brought has gone cold but Steve holds a glass of juice to your lips and makes you take a few sips before coaxing some yogurt into your mouth. "Steve is going to stay with you while I take care of a few things. If you need me, you tell him and I'll be right back," Bucky promises when he leaves the bed again, taking the tray with him out of the bedroom.
"Is he going to kill him?" you ask softly as you sink down under the covers. Steve puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest until your face is squished against it. "No," his voice is soft. "Not without me." "Steve…" "Can you blame us, Sweets? John was lucky it was over the phone or else we would have beaten him into a pulp for saying those things."
"He never acted like that before," you whisper. "I'm just happy you got out before he put his hands on you," Steve whispers back. "If you had shown up with bruises yesterday I might have lost it." "I love you," you tell him and he kisses the top of your head. "I love you too, Sweets, and I know Bucky feels just the same." You hum and let the exhaustion take over.
They have switched when you wake the next time, you're in Bucky's arms and he is carding his fingers through your hair speaking quietly to you. "Wake up Sweets, it's time for dinner."
Even if you’ve slept right through lunch you shake your head and swing your leg over his hip, clinging to him. "Don't wanna get up," you whine. "If you eat dinner, we can watch a movie on the couch afterward." He knows just how to tempt you and you need something to try and take your mind off everything.
"Candy?" you pull back. Even if the light in the room is dim you can still see the blue in his eyes, and the crinkles at the corners when he smiles. "You know we keep stock of everything you like, there is always something sweet for our Sweets."
You hug him hard. "I love you Bucky, you know that right?" "I love you too, Sweets." He kisses the top of your head, much like Steve did earlier. "And I know Steve feels just the same." That makes you giggle "Steve said the same thing." "Well he is a smart man," he shrugs.
Bucky all but pulls you out of bed but he doesn't force you to change out of your pajamas. He leads you to the kitchen where Steve is plating the food and your stomach grumbles when you smell it. They have set the table with candles and it looks lovely but it also reminds you of your last candle-lit dinner. Bucky sees the look on your face turns you away from it and tilts your chin up with his fingertips, "It’s…” he begins, hesitating, trying to find the right words. “We want to replace every bad memory, but if it’s too much too soon we’ll throw it all out.”
The scary thing is that he is serious. If you said the word they would throw everything out, but you don't want that, you want a nice dinner with them and try to get past what happened. Maybe it will help, maybe it won’t but you won’t know until you’ve tried. And if there is one thing you know for sure, it is that you are safe with them.
“It’s fine, I’ll try,” you promise with a smile before turning around to sit down at the table. Steve serves the food and Bucky pours you a glass of wine. After a few bites, Bucky brings up some stupid shit the three of you did a long time ago and through dinner, you reminisce about old times.
Since meeting John you haven't seen them as much because you learned early on that partners were weirded out or even jealous of what you had with them. Right now you can’t fathom why you would ever do that, because these two people are the best thing in your life.
You fold your napkin into your lap and look at them. "I'm sorry for, like, ghosting you the last few months," you swallow hard. "I've been a shitty friend but you always take care of me when I need you, and I’m so thankful for that. I promise I’ll do better."
"It's okay sweets," Steve smiles and reaches over the table to grasp your hand. Bucky takes the other and his thumb caresses your knuckles. "Don't apologize, there is no need." The lump in your throat is from love and not from sadness this time and you don't try to speak, just nod, squeezing their hands back.
Afterward, you cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie but ten minutes in you're already nodding off. When Steve and Bucky notice you're asleep they turn the TV off and Steve carries you up to Bucky's bedroom. "She has work tomorrow," Bucky whispers and pulls the cover up over your body. "Fuck, should we wake her?" Steve asks back. "No, let her sleep, she starts at nine so if we let her sleep til seven it should be fine."
Fortunately, the alarm on your phone goes off as usual but when you turn to snooze it, you instead roll into a warm chest. Steve grumbles and reaches for your phone, handing it to you before seizing you around the waist, and burying his face in your neck.
“Hey, I have to get up,” you mutter. It feels like your eyes are filled with sand and your head is pounding but you have to go to work nonetheless. “You don’t have to work,” he speaks into your skin and it makes a tingling feeling travel through you.
“Don’t be silly, let go of me,” you chuckle and detangle yourself. The other side of the bed is empty, Bucky already up. You drag yourself over to your room to shower before getting ready and eating breakfast. Steve insists on driving you to work and Bucky comes and sees you off with a long hug and a kiss on your hair. “I’ve put Clint and Peter to watch your apartment and Sam and Vis are going to be outside your work all day, Sweets.” “Thank you, Bucky.”
When Steve drops you off he points out the car. "If you see John or you for any other reason feel unsafe you can go to them right away, or call us,” he tucks a strand of hair in behind your ear. “Don’t hesitate. You mean everything to us and we want to keep you safe, Sweets,” You nod. “Thank you, Steve,” you whisper, leaning over the console to kiss his cheek before heading to work.
What you told yourself would only be a few days, turns into a few weeks and now it’s almost two months. Despite your initial refusal, you’re enjoying living with them again. A few times after the break-up, John tried to contact you and every time the phone started buzzing and your anxiety spiked you found one of them and they helped you through it.
You haven’t slept in your room once and neither has Steve, it's always the three of you sleeping in Bucky's bed. It could be because Bucky has an expensive bed that you sleep so soundly, but in the back of your head, you know it’s because their presence calms you.
If Bucky or Steve can't drive you to work, someone else does, your own car is still parked on the street by your apartment and you don’t have any desire to go get it. But you do miss some of your clothes, and toiletries, so maybe you should take it as a sign that you need to go back.
After getting home from work that day you walk up to their office, a little apprehensive. Both of them are leaning over the desk when you poke your head in, their cuffs rolled up, exposing their underarms. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, they look too good. Steve sees you first and a smile splits his face. “Hey Sweets, have a good day at work?”
Bucky turns and opens his arms towards you when you step into the room. His hug is warm and comforting and you answer Steve’s question with a yes, before taking a step back from them. "I know I said I was only going to stay a few days but it's been way more than that now, so I think I'll go back to my place after work tomorrow." You try to sound as neutral as possible, neither sad nor happy, just stating a fact.
"No," Bucky breathes, fists tightening at his sides. "I agree with Bucky, don't leave," Steve's voice is calm and his face doesn’t give much away but his eyes are betraying him, they’re too glossy, too wide, and too filled with fear to miss.
The other reason you need to go back home is the way they are treating you and touching you. It’s making your feelings run wild and you can't have that, you can’t risk losing them too. And if that wasn't enough they've invaded your dreams with their touches and words, making you wake up aching for them in a way that is totally inappropriate.
"I can't stay, you know that," you sigh. "No, I don't." Bucky is frustrated, staring at you. "I really fucking don't know why you can't stay. We love having you here and you seem to love being here. Just stay."
His mood is making you defensive, you don't want to explain that you're obviously catching feelings soon after getting out of something traumatic. You need to think, and every time you wake up drenched, tucked in between them you are seconds away from ruining everything by confessing or honestly just taking one of their hands and pushing it in between your legs, hoping they will help you get off.
"I need my own space, Bucky," you cross your arms and glare at him. "You have your own room," he states and takes a step closer. "That I don't use anyway," you reply and take a step back. "Because you don't want to!" His raised voice silences you not because you're scared but because he's right. Bucky isn’t stupid and he's not the type to sugarcoat things when he's upset.
Your heart is hammering. "No I don't want to," you confess with a breath. "But I need to." Then you turn to go but only get a step from the desk before Steve grabs your wrist. He spins you into his chest, Bucky coming up behind you, boxing you in between them. Bucky's head falls on your shoulder. "I can't let you go again, Sweets, I can't do it."
Your mind flashes back to the morning when you pretended to sleep and heard them talking. The breath in your chest hitches as you look up into Steve's blue-green eyes. “I’m with him, Sweets,” he says in a low voice and cups your cheek with his large hand. “You belong here, with us.”
Your mouth opens and you try to protest but it dies on your tongue and Steve takes the opportunity to continue. "We love you, more than anything, we want you to be ours, more than just our best friend. Live with us, be with us in every sense of the word. All three of us, together," his voice wavers at the end.
The words sink in slowly. Be with them. Be theirs. Stay. Your body is aching to say yes and your heart is about to beat its way out of your chest. “But…” “All I know is that I feel incomplete without you, like a part of my soul is somewhere else, and the only time I'm at peace is when I'm with you two. I can't keep living like a part of me is missing. So I'm asking you, please stay, please help us figure this out and be with us." Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist. "Every time I see you with someone else my heart gets ripped out of my chest and I've tried to be with other people, we both have, but in the end, they’re not you."
Their confessions break down your defenses as their words ring true. In all your relationships over the years, there's always been something missing but you've never been able to figure out what. There's been passion and there's been love but it's always lacking something and now you think you get it. It has lacked them and the deep connection you share through years and years of friendship. Feeling stupid about wanting to leave and thinking you weren’t ready to be with them makes tears well in your eyes. Whatever it is you three can figure it out, it may not be traditional but it beats being unhappy.
"Don't cry, Sweets." Steve runs his thumb over your cheek. You lean your head into his chest, nodding against it. "I'll stay," you sniffle. The arms around your waist tighten and Bucky speaks into your shoulder. "Really Sweets?" he sounds like he’s worried that maybe you're joking.
"Really Bucky," you promise, wrapping your arms around Steve and hugging him close. For a moment it’s just the three of you enveloped in your shared love but then Bucky rights himself and you look up at him over your shoulder, matching his silly smile.
He leans in like he is about to kiss you but he stops himself, his eyes searching yours for something, and it's scary. If you take the plunge everything will change, or maybe it won't, but it feels like an earthquake is rolling through your life, upsetting everything and if you let him kiss you it will be real. But that's what you want.
"Please?" you ask him and his whole face lights up before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. It could be described as fireworks, an erupting volcano, or maybe feeling the first rays of sunlight on your skin after years in darkness, but nothing will come close to the feeling of being kissed by Bucky.
It's a chaste kiss with just his lips moving carefully against yours. It's over quicker than you want but in his place is Steve, turning your head back towards him and descending on you. His fingers run through your hair and he opens your mouth to let his tongue play with yours, the feeling once again indescribable, it's just the feeling of right. Everything about it feels right.
Even if the kiss is slow when he pulls back your breathing is labored and you're clutching his shirt. "I-" you begin but can’t find any words. That kiss ignited something inside you, it's like you're seeing color for the first time, everything is clearer and sharper. What even was your life before?
"Are doing okay Sweets?" Bucky asks next to your ear and you nod in response. When his soft lips caress the side of your neck you whimper and lean your head to give him better access, he chuckles against your skin, nipping it and making you gasp. "I wanna eat you up, find out what you taste like everywhere."
It’s a badly kept secret that Bucky has a marking kink. You’ve seen his exes, you know he's possessive and likes to leave marks. You can't wait to have them on you so you whisper, "Mark me.”
Steve chuckles above you. "She knows you, Bucky," he says with a smile. "You too, Steve, please?" You’re almost begging, but not quite, just asking nicely. "You want me to give you a hickey?" he asks with a crooked smile but those eyes are too easy to read. He craves you. "Or a bruise, or a bite mark, something, anything," "Fuck…" His face changes to match his dark eyes. "You want everyone to know you belong to us, Sweets?" he asks with a hoarse voice and you feel the large bulge in his pants press against your stomach.
You nod, biting your lip. "Show me how you do it, Bucky.” They spin you around and Bucky grabs at the collar of your blouse, pulling harshly, sending the buttons flying over the office. “Hey-” you begin but he pulls the fabric aside exposing the juncture between your shoulder and neck. First, he sinks his teeth in, hard enough for you to hiss but not breaking the skin, then he closes his lips and sucks.
It's painful but the act in itself makes you throb. When he pulls back you release your breath but Steve is quick to pull the neckline on the other side and do the exact same thing. He is gentler but when he's done there is still a purple bruise on your skin. "Fuck me," you whimper against Bucky.
"Yes, Sweets, we will. Long and hard until you can't take it anymore. We're going to ruin you." Steve promises before he grabs you and lifts you up, spinning you so you can wrap your legs around him as he starts walking to the bedroom, Bucky right behind you. You reach your hand out towards him and he grabs it, kissing your palm and knuckles. "We're going to take care of you Sweets, you'll never want for anything," he promises with a wicked smirk.
Steve places you on the edge of the bed and stands up, looking down at you. Bucky comes up beside him, resting his forearm on Steve's shoulder. "Look at our sweets, can you believe it?" Bucky asks. Steve turns to him with a smile. "Yes." Then he places two fingers under Bucky's chin, turning his head before kissing him. It's heated, filthy and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. You squeeze your legs together to alleviate some of the pressure you're feeling in your cunt. Their kiss shows that it's nothing new, they've obviously done it before and you're a little mad that they have withheld this from you.
When Steve starts pulling on Bucky's clothes you can't keep the moan from slipping out. They both break away and turn to you and you feel small in the best way possible. "Did you like that?" Bucky asks before leaning down and kissing you.
The knowledge that his tongue was just in Steve's mouth and is now sliding against yours makes you moan again. You start undoing the buttons on his shirt and he pulls on your top. When you separate, he pulls it off and you’re left in just your bralette. Steve makes a sound in the back of his throat at the sight and starts taking off his own clothes.
Bucky kneels in front of you on the floor, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off, while you stare at Steve as more and more skin is revealed. He holds your gaze the whole time and you bite your lip when he starts at his pants. His chest and forearms are huge, covered in tattoos but in no way hiding the muscle underneath. It makes your mouth water and your cunt clench.
Bucky starts kissing up your bare leg, beginning at your ankles and slowly working his way up your calve and the inside of your thigh. When you're still staring at Steve he nips your skin. "I know he's gorgeous but when I eat your pussy I want your eyes on me, Sweets." He tries to look offended but his pupils are blown wide with lust.
Just the thought of him between your legs makes a shiver run through you and your cunt impossibly wetter. Nodding at him you caress the side of his face and watch him, the closer he gets, the more you start to tremble with need. No one had ever made you feel so needy and horny.
Bucky kisses your cunt through your underwear, making you gasp. "Please Bucky, I need you." "I know, I can smell how fucking wet you are Sweets." He twists your panties out of the way. "Fuck, Steve, look at her, she's dripping."
Steve, in just his underwear now, slides his fingers gently through the mess, making you tremble and moan, before bringing the fingers to his mouth and holding your gaze as he licks them clean. Then Bucky's mouth is on you, his tongue licking from your core up to your clit.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck-" you cry and grab the sheets under you, bucking up into his touch. Steve chuckles and gets behind you on the bed. "He looks like he's in heaven, Sweets. He has wanted you for so long." You feel his fingers undo the clasp of your bra and then slide it off. His hands cup your tits a second later, making more sounds spill out of your mouth. His fingers rub, caress, and pull on your nipples while Bucky is hurdling you toward your climax.
"I'm- I'm gonna-" Your legs shake and you grab Steve's arm with one hand, the other going to Bucky's head, grabbing his short hair. Every muscle in your body tenses right before the coil snaps, making you scream out your release, riding Bucky's face and feeling the pleasure-filled waves travel through your body.
You slump against Steve's and he holds you. Bucky pulls back with a shit-eating grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand, saying "Fuck Sweets," before he stands up and starts taking off his clothes.
You already feel amazing, high off your orgasm but you want more and Steve's hard-on is pressing into your back. You turn around on the bed. "Move up," you tell him and his smirk is knowing but he does as you say and moves to sit against the headboard.
You rid yourself of your drenched panties before grabbing his boxers and pulling them off. "Eager Sweets?" he chuckles and fists his cock as soon as it's free. It's thick and long as him and you can't fucking wait. You bite your lip before asking "Condom?"
"I know we should but I want to feel you raw Sweets,” he confesses. “Are you on birth control?" "Sure, and I got tested the week after…" you trail off not wanting the bad memories to ruin the moment. Bucky's heat is suddenly behind you, grabbing your hair and forcing your head back to kiss you deeply. When he lets go he says, "Steve and I got tested like a week before you moved in and I've not even looked another person's way since then." Steve laughs "And I haven't fucked anyone either so get over here and ride my cock Sweets."
To say you scramble is an accurate description, quickly shuffling over to him and straddling his hips. You hold onto his shoulders as he swipes the head of his cock through your mess, holding it still for you to sink down on.
All three of you moan in unison as his dick disappears into your tight hot channel. The grip Steve has on your hips is almost bruising and the look on his face is painful. “F-fuck. Sweets. Damn.” Is all he gets out. You lean in, kissing his cheeks and chin and lips, and start to move, slowly, the feeling is amazing, he's filling you up to the brim perfectly.
"Feels so good," you stutter and then drop down hard. "I'm never watching porn again," Bucky says from behind you and you watch him over your shoulder, kneeling on the bed and jerking his cock. You whine in the back of your throat, you want him too, so you reach for him as you bounce on Steve's cock, making him spill the most delicious sounds.
Bucky shuffles over and you grab his dick in your hand, he's big enough that it doesn't fit all the way around. His hand lands on Steve's shoulder to steady himself and Steve reaches out to place a hand on his hip.
The sounds the three of you make fill the room. It's moans, groans, and whimpers, the sound of slapping skin and squelching wetness. Your clit is steadily rubbing against Steve, getting you closer and closer. Bucky is panting heavily, Steve is too.
"Sweets, I can feel you. Are you gonna come on my cock?" Steve is trying to sound unaffected and failing miserably, but he continues to spill filth that rushes you toward the edge. "When I've filled you up, Bucky is gonna fuck my cum right back into you, aren't you Buck?" "Fuck yes," he groans before leaning in and kissing you deeply. “I wanna see you come on his cock Sweets.”
"Next time I wanna feel both of you come in me at the same time," you whimper. "Sweets, you goddamn slut." Steve groans with a laugh and bucks up into you harder. "Tell us more! Please! I want to hear every filthy little thought hidden inside that mind."
You turn to look at Bucky. "I want both of you in every hole. I want you to use me like I'm a toy and worship me like a queen," you tell him, then turn to Steve. "Put my name on the house and celebrate it by fucking in every room, on every surface, show me all of your kinks, give me everything."
Steve's eyes are screwed shut and he's let go of Bucky to grab your hips, pulling you down onto his big cock. "Keep going," you urge him, your release just a few thrusts away. But he's too close and before you can get there he suddenly sits up to wrap his arms around your waist, crushing you against his chest, thrusting up hard, and comes with a loud moan of your name.
You feel wild, right on the edge of ecstasy but left dangling in mid-air. With pleading eyes and a whine you look at Bucky who smirks at you before pulling you away from Steve and laying you on your back. A second later he fills you up, the sound of his cock pushing through Steve's mess is as sweet as it's nasty.
"Please, Bucky, please," you beg. "Yeah I know, don't worry, not gonna blow my load early," he taunts over his shoulder at Steve who just gives him the finger. "Understand him though, you’re so tight and warm Sweets. Makes me a bit crazy. I just want to fill you up over and over again," he confesses.
"I need to-" you begin but he cuts you off. "Rub your clit for me. Come on my cock," he demands but you know something that is even better than your own fingers and you reach out your arm.
"Steve," you plead and he crawls over to you and lays down beside you, pushing his hand in between your bodies, finding your clit. You arch off the bed with his touch, hands clutching Bucky's arms as he rams into you. The dual sensation is amazing and with how close you were seconds ago the end approaches quickly. Your moans get louder the closer you get and both Bucky and Steve praise you the whole way through.
"You sound so fucking pretty."
"I can barely move you gripping me so tight."
"You're so good at taking cock, Sweets. First mine and now Bucky's, it's like you were made for us."
You nod at the last thing and the pressure in your body is breaking, making your muscles convulse, almost pushing Bucky out with how hard you're coming, screaming their names as you do.
"Fuck! Yes, Sweets!" Bucky’s laugh is a little manic as he works you through it. "I'm going to fill our sweet little cunt with more cum." His hips stutter against you before he groans out your name and collapses on top of you. You run your fingers over his sweaty back and kiss his cheek. Then you turn to Steve, smiling at him beside you. "He's heavy," you complain.
Both of them laugh and Bucky rolls off before they move until you're squeezed in between them, their cum running down your legs, making a mess on the bed. Fortunately, you have at least two other beds to sleep in.
For a few months, you're walking on air. In a throuple with your two best friends, amazing sex, luxury beyond what you could have ever imagined. They constantly spoil you and they've tried to convince you to quit your job since you don't need to work when you're with them.
Tonight you're in another fancy restaurant. Bucky is trying to feed you chocolate cake because it's romantic but you tell him over and over again that you can eat by yourself. Suddenly Steve stiffens beside you and since he isn't known to have tells, you immediately get worried and follow his gaze.
John is standing at the door with a pretty girl on his arm, talking to the waiter and then being shown to a table. Next to yours.
When your eyes meet he stops for a second and his date shoots confused looks between the two of you, before you nod and he nods back, then moves again and sits down.
Steve asks for the check and you're out of your seat and outside the restaurant in no time. Bucky holds your coat as you put it on and a moment later Steve comes out too. His eyes are black with hate and when you're finally in the car you realize that you can't live like this.
"I think-" you begin, swallowing then clearing your throat, "I think I'm going to need those lawyers."
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m4tthewmurd0ck · 7 months
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COMING SOON!!!
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Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Ballerina Reader
(I do my best to be as non-descriptive as possible, but I do use she / her and mention that reader is a ballerina)
Inspired by the question: Have you ever tried to eat at a restaurant, which happened to be a mafia / mob front, but you didn’t know that, and everyone inside just stared as you walked in because nobody actually eats there?
I FINALLY decided what I want my first piece back to be and I’m so excited shdiznejfns it’s very funny if I do say so myself. Once I got the idea I rushed and typed it on my phone and I already KNOW there are so many spelling errors because I have auto correct turned off and right now it looks like shit hahdndisfn. BUUUUT I just need to give it a quick read through / fix errors on my laptop and we’ll be good to go! Full preview below the cut :)
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It had been Bucky’s idea to name the restaurant Tony’s. After their dear friend who had given his life in a war that should’ve never been fought.
It had been Peter’s idea to ‘open a restaurant’. He pointed out that it would be the perfect realistic cover, though Steve argued that they didn’t really need one. Everyone in Brooklyn and the neighboring cities knew who they were, why did they need to put up any sort of front?
In the end, Bucky sided with Peter. They needed a place to talk shop and handle business, and it had to be somewhere that the outside wouldn’t attract any trouble (aka law enforcement). A warehouse was too obvious and was practically begging to be raided. He agreed with Steve, though, in that everyone knew who they were and what their business really was. He pointed out that it was actually a good thing. It would be pretty obvious that the restaurant wasn’t a restaurant, and they wouldn’t attract actual customers. But they’d make it legit, so that they couldn’t be shut down. Like Peter said, they needed a realistic cover.
Within a month, Tony’s was up and running. Running, as in the lights were on during what would be deemed normal business hours. The door was kept locked, but that didn’t matter because as Bucky predicted, no one tried to actually eat there.
Until one day when rehearsal ran nearly 2 hours late. You were tired, exhausted mentally and physically, and you just wanted some comfort food before heading back to your apartment to enjoy the next 2 days off. Still somewhat new to the city, you decided to get off of the subway one stop earlier, and find a restaurant on your way home.
Luckily for you, a neon sign reading TONY’S caught your eye. Unbeknownst to you, there was a meeting going on inside, and someone had forgotten to lock the front entrance.
As you pushed the door open, you had no idea the events that were about to unfold.
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ramp-it-up · 1 year
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All I Want
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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.
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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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Hummingbird - Part 2
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Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.
Word Count: ~1500
A/N: Reader is female but no physical descriptors are used.
Warnings: I don't think there are any, but please let me know if I'm wrong on that!
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You look over the party invite, feeling slightly guilty for receiving so many of them without ever actually going. You tell yourself all the excuses but ultimately it all comes down to you feeling like you’re taking advantage of Mr. Rogers generosity. You were only doing what any other good person should do. Why would anyone think that deserves a reward? Sighing, you put the invitation with the stack of others. 
While you’re pondering your dinner options you hear a knock at your door. Confused, you look through the peephole and freeze. That tall, thick build and blonde hair is definitely Mr. Rogers. You crack the door open, “hello, Sir. What…what are you doing here?”
“Honestly, Hummingbird, I’m a little hurt,” he chides. His hands are on his hips and his expression is stern. “It’s been a lot of months, a lot of invites, a lot of art shows and you haven’t once taken me up on my offer. I called the curator and she said she hadn’t seen you, even during normal gallery hours.” You drop your face in shame. “Are you not actually interested in art? Is it really just one artist that gets your attention?”
“N-no, Sir-”
“Steve.”
“No, Steve, I…I just…” your brain scrambles to come up with something. Just a few minutes ago you told yourself all of the excuses you needed but with his piercing, blue eyes seemingly looking into your soul, they all feel baseless. “I…I don’t have nice enough clothes.” 
He smiles, and not in a comforting way. It reminds you of the first smile he gave you, when he knew the perfect reward. “I was wondering if it was something like that. May I come in?” 
A part of you feels like you really shouldn’t but his demeanor has you opening up the door, gesturing for him to enter. He nods at you and comes inside, carrying a black box with a white ribbon. You close the door behind him and turn to see him holding out the box to you.
“A gift from Monica’s parents. Had to guess at the measurements, so I’m under orders to make sure it fits.” You take the box and set it on your kitchen table before opening it. Inside is the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen. The embroidery is stunning. You gasp as you carefully lift the dress out of the box and see that it covers the dress. It’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever held and you’re scared you’ll somehow tear it or ruin it. 
“Si–Steve,” you whisper as tears start forming in your eyes, “it’s…it’s too much. It’s too beautiful. I…I can’t-”
“Hummingbird,” he grumbles, “if you tell me you can’t accept it, I’ll have to go back to Danvers and Rambeau with the bad news that their gift was not accepted.” You wince at the thought. “Not accepting my gift is one thing, you only saved my party and my reputation. Not accepting their gift is far more insulting since it’s a thank you for rescuing their daughter.”
“I never thought of it like that,” you mumble. 
“I figured.” He steps closer to you. “Now, as I said, I am under orders to make sure that the dress does fit you. While I am here, would you please try it on and inform me if there are spots where it doesn’t fit right? I promise to stay seated here at the table.”
“Um..but, we…we don’t, I don’t know you well enough. Can you come back another day and I’ll tell you how it fits? Or I could message you about the fit?”
“Are you asking for my number, Hummingbird?” Heat rushes to your face as he confidently smirks at you. “I appreciate your hesitation but, as I said, I’m under orders from Monica’s mothers and they are not the kind of ladies you want to disobey. I will stay just outside your apartment door, lock it behind me if you want, but I need you to try that dress on now.”
You nod and gesture to your apartment door. As he starts walking he notices the small pile of invites he’s sent you these past few months. 
“You didn’t throw them away?”
“No, of course not. They’re a nice reminder of that night.” He nods his head but doesn’t say anything, closing the door behind him. 
You lock the deadbolt and take the dress to your room. In truth you’re terrified of accidentally ripping the dress but you’re incredibly excited to try on the beautiful piece of clothing. As you strip your casual wear you hope you can do the dress justice. 
With the utmost care you put on the dress. The sleeve is a little confusing at first but the more of the dress that settles the easier it is to navigate. You’re amazed at how perfectly it fits. He said they had to guess your measurements. Well, whoever made the guess has a very good eye. You look at yourself in the mirror and gasp at the pretty woman looking back at you. The dress is a perfect fit and you’ve never felt more beautiful. With a confidence you’ve never felt before, you go back to the apartment door to let Steve know. 
The door opens and Steve greets you with a bouquet of pink and lavender roses. That burst of confidence is gone and you freeze, blinking at him.
“I see you’re ready for the party,” he beams. “We should show up a little early since I am hosting and need to double check some details. But don’t worry about those, you just have fun tonight, okay?”
“B..but the…the invite said…next month.”
“Oh that’s correct. There’s another party next month. Huh,” he mused, “the invite to this party must’ve been lost in the mail.”
“Si–Steve, that wasn’t nice to trick me.”
“It also wasn’t nice for you to snub my gift.”
“I…I didn’t, I didn’t mean…”
“It’s okay, Hummingbird,” he soothes. “Just this one, and if you still don’t want to attend any parties or visit the gallery, I’ll leave you be.”
“Thank you. Let me put these flowers in some water before we go?”
He gently kisses your hand, “of course.”
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Steve holds the door to the gallery open for you. You’re hoping you can just spend the evening getting lost in the art and not drawing attention to yourself. You really don’t want to embarrass Steve by upsetting his guests or ruining the party in some other way. 
The two of you are greeted by the curator who says she’s pleased to finally meet you and she hopes to see you more often. You smile weakly, thinking she’s just being nice because Steve is there. She leads you both to the hall where the party is being set up. You’re a little surprised that it’s empty of people. Giving Steve a confused look you ask, “how early are we?”
“We’re exactly on time,” he smiles gently. “I still want to thank you for your actions so I’ve rented the place for just you. Take your time, enjoy yourself. If you need something to eat or drink, just ask and I’ll get it for you. If you want to do this without me around, I’ll stay back. If you want to talk about the artwork instead of just looking at it, I’ll be happy to join you. It’s all your decision.”
“Th..the dress?”
“I wasn’t lying about that. It is a thank you gift from Monica’s mothers.”
“How’d they get my measurements so right? They barely saw me.”
Steve smirks at that, “I gave them the measurements.” You look at him in surprise and he chuckles, “I’ve got a lot of experience in sizing people up.” Whether it’s nerves catching up with you or the absurdity of the situation you actually laugh at that and find yourself relaxing a little. His eyes light up at your laugh but he doesn’t say anything. 
“Okay, Steve,” you nod. “I think I’d like to walk with you. As much as I enjoyed the last show, it probably would’ve been more fun if I had someone to share the experience with.”
Steve offers you his arm and you don’t hesitate to take it. He’s happy to let you take the lead. You spend the next few hours walking together and talking about the different artists, techniques and mediums you see. Steve is delighted to see how excited you get the more comfortable you are. You’re brimming with energy and you flit back and forth between pieces while talking. 
As exciting as it all is, you do still get tired after a while. Every time you try to stifle a yawn you swear you see Steve’s eyes twinkle at you in amusement. Soon it’s impossible to even try.
“What do you say we get you home, Hummingbird?”
“But there’s so much more to see!”
“You’re barely awake,” he chuckles. “Let’s get you home. You can see more at the next party.”
“Next party?”
“If, of course, you’re still interested. If not, that latest invite will be the last you receive, I promise.”
“Noooo,” you whimper tiredly. “I’ve had so much fun. Haven’t had this much fun in such a long time.”
“Me too, Hummingbird,” he murmurs. “Me, too.”
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mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader
warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; forced relationship; unplanned pregnancy; 
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With a smile on your face, you tucked the envelope inside your handbag. A precious picture you were so scared to see at first, but now it filled you with warmth and love. 
Well, your morning sickness definitely didn’t fill you with any positive feelings, but the doctor said they should lessen in a few weeks, once you start your second trimester. It was all still so new, so fragile to consider its development. But you already hoped for the best. 
You tossed into the bin the paper towels with which you wiped the ultrasound gel off your belly and put your jacket on. The nurse waiting outside smiled at you, gave you a stack of leaflets and a list of necessary appointments.
She directed you to the main reception, so you could book the next needed one. 
Just as you were writing down in your calendar the date of the next ultrasound, the lady behind the desk remembered something and said to you:
“Oh, I almost forgot! Your husband is waiting for you outside.”
You stared at her, confused. She had to mistake you for someone else, clearly.
“Husband? I don’t-”
“Yes.” She beamed. “Handsome fellow, but it seems he’s just as scared of clinics as the rest of men.” She laughed.
“You sure he’s here for me?” You asked hesitantly, an idea of who might it be already forming in your head. Terrifying you. 
“I’m sure. He gave all the information on you.” The woman’s face flashed solemn, her tone professional as she assured you of the thorough check. “I admit, even my own mom sometimes forgets what year I was born in.” 
“Thank you.” You forced out a smile, but your heart was hammering in fear.
You have no idea how he found you. Even less how he got so much detailed information about you. But then again, you shouldn’t be surprised now that you knew who he was.
Steven Grant Rogers. 
The ruthless head of the New York mafia who was more lethal than a viper already sinking its teeth in your ankle. 
And who, to you, was just a very hot man you hooked up with a month and half ago. 
You met Steve in a fancy club your friends booked a booth at - apparently it was a club so exclusive getting a booth in it was nearly impossible. Now you understood why. 
You’re not sure why you caught his attention when there were so many beautiful women in the place that night. But three flutes of Prosecco in and you were bolder than usual. You agreed to accompany him in his VIP booth while your friends went crazy on the dancefloor.
He disarmed you with his focus on you, his eyes never straying to any other woman. A charming gentleman who made you melt with the few moments of movie-like fairytale feeling. 
And when he whispered into your ear how he wants to eat you out until you pass out from pleasure, you almost spread your legs for him right there in the club.
Steve took you to his place - an elegant penthouse, in a building you later learned belonged to him. A one night stand turned into whole weekend of him fucking you senseless and spoiling you with fancy food delivered to his apartment. 
He also made you do the most depraved things; no one else has ever made you come just from fingering your ass and talking dirty to you. 
Like he promised each time he was buried in your cunt, Steve filled you to the brim. 
You leaked his cum even as you got home late on a Sunday afternoon - Steve’s driver dropping you off in front of your modest flat. 
The result of his filling woke you up a few weeks later, making you vomit your guts out each morning. With your period being unusually late there was only one explanation. 
At first, after you confirmed the pregnancy with your doctor, you planned on telling Steve. One night or not, he had a right to know. But you didn’t have his number, nor did you remember the exact address where he lived. So you googled him.
And the articles made your head spin. 
You thought it’s a misunderstanding. Just a coincidence, but then one of your friends complained to you about her boyfriend - a cop - being angry that you went to a mob-owned club. 
Further prodding revealed that The Shield club belonged to Steven Rogers himself.
You could no longer fool yourself with coincidences and similar names. In an instant you made a decision to never put your foot anywhere near the club and to hide from everyone who exactly was your baby’s co-creator. 
So as you kept it to yourself, building a lie (not so far from the truth) about it being a result of a reckless one night stand, you started to forget about the real father. Sometimes you even calmed yourself by repeating he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it anyway. 
But there couldn’t be anyone else claiming to come for you by posing as your husband. And Steve had the influence to learn all the details about you, if he wished. 
You cast a glance at the main entrance. He was waiting for you there. To do who knows what to you. 
If he didn’t want the baby being born and you refused to get rid of it… a man like him would simply get rid of you to erase the problem.
Perhaps you didn’t stand a chance against the power of someone like Steve Rogers, but you could try saving yourself and postponing the inevitable. For a little while, at least.
Pivoting on your heel, you went in the opposite direction. You didn’t know if there’s a back exit and you feared asking anyone, but the restroom you used earlier had a window facing the park and it was only on the high ground floor, so the risk was minimal.  
You smiled at a woman who was washing her hands when you entered and pretended to lock yourself in the stall. When you heard the door closing after her, you left the stall and opened the window. 
You dropped your bag first, then sat on the windowsill and swung your legs over it. Carefully, you lowered yourself down, hands clutching onto the edge. You took a deep breath and let go, landing softly on your feet without much trouble. 
“Shouldn’t be doing that in your state, sweetheart.” 
A smooth voice startled you. 
A familiar voice.  
You could still recall the praises he moaned in your ear when you trembled beneath him. 
You turned around sharply, heart jumping to your throat as you faced him. 
Steve stood a few steps away from you, his back resting against the side of the sleek, black car parked on the sidewalk. Dark aviators shaded his blue eyes, but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, ready to react if you fled. 
You frowned, surprised to see him here, considering the receptionist told you your husband was waiting at the front. 
You looked in the direction where he was supposed to be. Steve’s chuckle drew your attention back to him.
“Fawns like you are predictable.” He said with a smirk. 
“Now, come on,” he called your name as he moved to the side, opening the car door, “get inside.”
You didn’t even stir. You simply couldn’t, frozen in place out of fear and shock. A thought of running passed through your mind, but you were never a fast runner and you predicted Steve would be more pissed if he had to chase you. 
That he would catch you was undeniable. With his long legs and stamina that drove you into almost passing out a few times.
Steve sighed when you didn’t follow his order. 
Unhurriedly, he walked over to where you trembled, plastered against the coarse, concrete siding of the building. He crouched down to pick your bag then slowly straightened. 
Fuck, you didn’t remember him being this tall and broad. 
Steve slid his aviators down to the tip of his nose, his icy blue eyes piercing through you. He traced the shell of your ear with a single digit, then trailed it along your jaw. He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before saying firmly:
“Get in the fucking car, sweetheart.” 
This time you obeyed. He gave you no other choice as he guided you with his hand pressed against the small of your back. 
You slid onto the backseat, curling in the corner against the opposite door. Steve got in right behind you. The moment he closed the door on his side the locks clicked in, trapping you inside with him. 
The partition between you and the driver was pulled up, though you assumed Steve’s men were loyal to him enough not to react to a woman screaming for help. 
“How do you find this clinic?” Steve simply asked, dropping your handbag on the seat on his other side. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to reach it without having to pass him. 
“What?” You stared up at him, confused. 
“I’ve heard it’s good, but I can get you into a top-shelf place.” While you were tense and strung up, Steve sat next to you completely relaxed. He took his sunglasses of, spread his legs wider.
You wrapped your arms protectively around your midsection, tears stung beneath your eyelids as you considered the potential meaning of his words.
“I’m keeping the baby!” you blurted out. Right that instant you knew you were ready to fight till your last breath to save your child.
Steve cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, a twisted warmth filling his eyes and making his smile even more charming.
“As you should.” He praised you. 
He reached for you, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you to his side. With his other hand he swatted your arms away from your belly and spread his fingers over the curve that would soon start swelling.
“You’ll give me more, too.” Steve hummed, his eyes glued to where his hand laid. 
You were speechless. Initial fear of being forced to lose the baby turned into a completely new terror. 
Steve’s words didn’t cut your life short, but they built a long, gilded-cage waiting for you.   
“It’s about time I started nesting.” Steve chuckled, his hand moving to cup your chin and tilt your head back. “I don’t mind doing it with a sweet, little bird like you.” 
He pressed his lips against yours gently, almost sweetly, as if he was a tender lover doting on his beloved. Then his tongue teased the seam of your mouth. When you didn’t open right away he bit your bottom lip, making you gasp and forcing his tongue inside. 
You told yourself it was fear and adrenaline, but your nipples hardened and your pulse quickened. 
“First things first-” Steve pulled away. 
He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles.
“We have to get you an engagement ring and order wedding bands as well.” 
“Steve, I don’t understand-” your heart pounded so fast it rushed blood to your head and made you dizzy. 
He intertwined your fingers and brought your clasped hands to his chest, just as he slipped his other hand to grip the back of your neck firmly.
“You’re mine.” He announced without remorse. “You became mine the moment I took you home. Now you’re going to be mine in every other way.”
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As Long As You’re Mine - Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader
A/N: Inspired by As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked
Summary: Mob life can be full of outdated traditions so you try to cling on your freedoms for as long as possible
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: Mob Elements! Forced Arranged Marriage! Language! Mention of guns! Mention of Drugs! Language! Brief SMUT 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!
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Sitting in the large sunroom you let out a long sigh staring out at the large garden sprawling out in front of you. This was the first time you felt peace in weeks. Ever since the sudden passing of your father, life had been turned upside down, your brother stepping into a role he’d not been expecting to take for decades.
“Your brother wants to talk to you” Romero stated behind you.
“Where?” You ask not looking away from the fountain outside.
“His office” Romero answers.
“You mean my father’s office” you mutter barely glancing over your shoulder.
“Yes miss,” Romero says.
“Fine” you sigh pushing yourself up from your chair.
Walking out of the sunroom you held your head up as you passed the various guards that now stood around the house. With your family and its business in a weakened state following the death of your father, the extra guards were needed, not only for protection but as a demonstration of strength.
“You requested my presence?” You state walking into the office not even bothering to knock.
Your brother looks up with an irritated look on his face. A man you didn’t recognise stood to the side, his brow arched as he studied you. Normally you completely ignored strangers, especially ones clearly involved in the family business. But this man had a gravitational pull that had you glancing over at him.
The first thing you noticed was his piercing blue eyes that despite the cool colour, hid some warmth. He had long rugged blonde hair and a beard to match, which did nothing to hide his pink plump lips.
“Sit down” your brother directed, pulling your attention away from the stranger, gesturing to the chair opposite the desk.
“What do you want Bryce, you know I don’t enjoy being in here” you state as you sit down, leaning back in your chair, one leg crossed over the other.
“This is Steve,” Bryce says waving over to the stranger “he’s your personal bodyguard, you’re not to leave his sight”
“What?” You snap sitting up “you can’t be serious I don’t need a babysitter”
“Are the guards outside not a reminder of our precarious situation right now?”  Bryce bites back “since I have no wife, and no desire for one either, you are who all our enemies are going to go after”
You scoff shaking your head “oh this is ridiculous!”
“It’s only temporary, I’m sure you’re new husband will have his own bodyguards to look after you” Bryce sighs waving his hand as he leaned back in his chair.
“What?” You choked out, you had no new husband, you had no one.
“It was father’s dying wish to have you married off well, merge our family with another strengthening us” Bryce explains.
“So I get no say in the matter?” You state in disbelief.
“Don’t worry I’ll pick someone mutually beneficial” Bryce mutter noncommittally.
You scoff “this is bullshit! I thought you’d be different to father” you spit at your brother.
As you stormed out of the office you heard heavy footsteps following after you. Whipping around you come face to face with Steve.
“Fuck off” you growl pointing up at him in warning.
A warning that fell on deaf ears as you heard Steve following behind you the entire way to your bedroom. As you stormed inside you went to slam the door in his face but he easily caught it with his large hand.
“Do I not get the privacy of my own room” you question your voice sharp.
“Yes, but I need to conduct a sweep, see what I’m working with entrance and exit wise” Steve reasons, his voice level, face expressionless “You’re most likely to be killed or taken in the safety of your room, that chance will be lowered if I know what I’m dealing with, I’ll be quick” he adds when you don’t budge.
You let out an annoyed huff but step aside letting him into your room. You stood to the side, arms crossed as you watched him walk around your bedroom. He poked his head into your closet and bathroom, looked behind your curtains and tapped against your windows.
“They’re bulletproof” you state “are you done now? I want to relax”
“Yes, but we should limit the amount of time you’re alone to the night” Steve states still looking around your room.
“Well I want a shower and I doubt my brother will take you loitering around very well” you warn, narrowing your eyes at him condescendingly.
“Fine but as soon as you’re decent we should go back downstairs” Steve states looking back over at you.
“Whatever just fuck off already” you scoff waving him off as your turned and walked into your bathroom.
You waited until you heard your bedroom door close before reaching in and turning on your shower. But you didn’t get in, instead, you left it running as you slipped back into your bedroom. You grabbed a book from your bookcase and settled down on your bed to relax for the next few hours until you wanted to leave.
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“I want to go outside” you huff in frustration glaring up at Steve.
“And I told you there was a perimeter breach last night, you’re to stay inside until everything is secure” Steve states his distractingly large arms crossed over his chest.
“This is ridiculous! I can’t see my friends! I can’t have a minute of peace! I can’t even go into my own goddamn garden to enjoy the nice weather!” You exclaim gesturing wildly.
Steve lets out a long sigh “how about a compromise”
That caught your attention, your brow arching questionably “what kind of compromise”
“Give me half an hour to ensure the surrounding area is secure and you can relax in the sunroom, enjoy the sunshine in there” Steve offers, his tone much more gentle than before.
You mimic his stance, studying him for a moment “fine” you agree.
“Okay, wait here with Romero I’ll get you once it’s secured,” Steve says nodding over to Romero before turning and walking away.
You let out a long sigh as you sat down, setting the satchel you were carrying down. You rested your chin in your palm as you waited for Steve to return, staring up at the large portrait of your father above the mantlepiece.
“Prick” you muttered under your breath, glaring up at his portrait.
It was his wish that landed you in this situation. Growing up Bryce had been different, when your father died you hoped that you’d be free from an arranged marriage. Yet even in death, his stupid ideals were haunting you.
You hadn’t realised how long you’d be stewing until Steve walked back in “the sunroom is secure” he states gesturing towards the door.
You nodded in acknowledgement, grabbing your satchel and walking out towards the sunroom without a word. You settled down in the large wicker chair in the corner, leaning back and basking in the sunlight, your eyes closing.
The sound of shuffling behind you had you peeking your eye open, glancing over your shoulder to see Steve standing in the far corner. He was always standing, you weren’t sure if he’d ever sat down in your presence. He didn’t seem bothered by it but his feet must be sore.
“You can sit down you know?” You tell him closing your eyes again.
“I’m fine,” Steve says but you heard him shuffling again.
“I can hear you shifting your weight, I’m your boss and I'm telling you to sit down” you state shifting so you were more comfortable.
You heard a tiny huff of a laugh “your brother is my boss” he points out.
“Exactly you’re employed by my family and I’m telling you to sit,” you tell him.
For a minute you didn’t hear anything, but then you heard footsteps, the sound of a chair moving and a quiet sigh as Steve sat down.
You peeked open an eye, smirking to yourself when you saw his unguarded relaxed face “better?” You ask.
Steve just lets out a noncommittal him.
“So where are you from Steve?” You ask opening your eyes as you look over at him.
Steve arches a brow, a surprised look on his face “you’ve changed your tune”
You just shrug your shoulders “I can’t seem to get rid of you so may as well get to know you”
The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches upwards “Brooklyn” he says answering your previous question.
“Oh,” you hum in surprise “What’s the mob scene like there? Just as backwards and twisted as the Boston scene?”
Steve sighs leaning back in his seat “it’s different, the NYPD cracked down on mobs pretty hard so they have evolved” he says.
You tilt your head in confusion “evolved?” You question.
“They’re not families anymore, it's one big syndicate, all run by one guy but nobody knows who they are” Steve explains.
“So you never worked for him? Met him?” You ask, Steve just shook his head in answer.
“I’d love to live in New York” you sigh looking out of the window.
“Really?” Steve asked surprised “you don’t get views like this in New York,” he says nodding to the garden.
“No” you admit “but it's full of life, and bright colours, I visited a few years ago and I felt at home”
“It is a pretty amazing place” Steve hums.
“Do you miss it?” You ask looking over at him.
“Yeah” he nods with a small smile.
“Well, you’re more than welcome to leave the door’s over there,” you say pointing to the door behind you.
Steve lets out a warm laugh, one that made your heart skip a beat “you can’t get rid of me that easily” he smirks.
You let out a long and loud disappointed sigh that makes Steve chuckle gently. As silence falls in the room once more you sit forward, opening up your satchel to grab your sketch pad and pencil.
“You draw?” You heard Steve ask.
You hum nodding your head “it's one of the few skills my father made me learn that I actually enjoy” you explain as you sharpen your pencil.
“You don’t speak highly of him” Steve points out.
You let out a snort of laughter, as you begin to sketch “there isn’t much to speak of, at least not positive”
“What do you mean?” Steve asks.
You let out a long sigh “he was traditional in every sense of the word, but not in a good way” you explain keeping your eyes on the sketch of a flower you were drawing “my and my brother were to be seen and not heard, he paid us no attention at least not until Bryce was old enough to be groomed as a mob leader”
“What about your mother?” Steve asks brows furrowed slightly.
“He didn’t love her, it was an arranged married so he just saw her as someone to give him an heir” you sigh before shrugging your shoulders “she died when I was 12, she’d always try to give me the life she never got, give me some freedom but it was impossible, I knew I’d end up exactly like her, nothing more than a prized piece of meat for breeding,” you say spitting out the last part in disgust.
Steve remains silent to the point that you glance over at him, seeing a hint of concern and sympathy in his eyes.
“When my father died I thought I was free, Bryce always tried to fight for me growing up so I thought I’d be able to go live my life, find and choose who I wanted to spend my life with myself, but I guess I didn’t realise how much my father had poisoned Bryce” you continue shaking your head.
“I’m sorry,” Steve said quietly.
You let out a small huff “it’s alright, not like you can do anything about it”
Steve hums, neither of you saying anything for a moment “who’s your favourite artist?” Steve asks nodding to your sketch.
A smile tugs at your lips at the change of topic “I don’t know, Van Gogh maybe or Frida Kahlo?” You say shrugging your shoulders.
“I’ve always found Picasso interesting, even though his style is very different to mine” Steve admits.
“You paint?” You ask surprised.
Steve smiles gently nodding his head “I prefer sketching but yes”
Without a second thought you reach into your satchel and pull out another sketch pad and pencil “Sketch with me” you say holding out the supplies.
Steve’s eyes widen in surprise for a second before a smile tugs at his lips, reaching out to take the sketchbook from you. You smile back at him, pretending to return your attention back to your own sketch but you instead were watching how Steve reclined back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other to rest his sketchbook against his knee. The look of relaxed concentration on his face as he put the first couple of strokes against the paper.
For hours you and Steve sat in silence sketching, the only noise being the sound being pencils against the paper. You didn’t even stop for food, instead having dinner brought to you in the sunroom.
“What would you do? If you could do what you want? Would you leave mob life” Steve asks after hours of silence.
“No, I’d be wrong to say it doesn’t have its perks, and only people in this life would understand, I just would want more choice and freedom, find someone where I’m an equal not just a bride” you explain with a gentle smile.
There was a beat of silence before Steve closed his sketchbook, standing up from his chair “it's getting late, you should get some sleep” he says holding out the sketchbook for you to take back.
“Keep it,” you say standing up, and packing away your own sketchbook and pencils.
“I’ll bring my own next time,” Steve says reaching out to slide the sketchbook into your bag.
You bit back a smile as you nodded, turning to walk out towards your room. Steve followed a couple of paces behind as always.
“Goodnight Steve” you smile turning back to face him once you reached your room.
“Goodnight Y/N,” he says warmly, his head dipping slightly.
You give him one last smile before slipping inside your room. Walking over to your bed you put down your satchel and began to unpack it, putting your supplies away. When you pulled out the sketchbook you have given Steve, curiosity won out as you opened it up to see what he’d drawn. Your breath caught when you saw it was a portrait of you.
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A couple of weeks later you were woken in the middle of the night by shouting and loud cracking noises. Sitting up you realised the sound was coming from outside. You had only just reached the window, poking your head through the curtains when your door swung open.
“Get away from the window!” Steve shouted, his chest heaving.
Your head snapped in his direction “what?” You ask in confusion.
Steve didn’t say anything he just ran over to you, wrapping his arms around you, one large hand placed securely on the back of your head. He then twists into a crouch, covering you with his body as you hard a loud crack against your window. You let out a screech at the sound, finally realising the cracking noises outside were gunfire.
“You okay?” Steve asks pulling back enough for his eyes to scan over your body.
You quickly nod, your eyes wide as you stared up at him in shock “wha-what’s happening?”
“The house is under attack, looks like Hansen, we need to get you out of here,” Steve says repositioning you so you were still covered but on your feet.
You just nod allowing him to guide you out of the room. He kept you both in a crouched position, his arm around you, hand on the back of your head. He leads you out of your room, down the corridor and into a safe room.
To anyone else, it just looked like a closet, but you knew of the reinforced locks. Bulletproof walls and door.
Steve led you over to a plush chair in the corner, carefully setting you down before returning his attention back to the locked door. His hand on his gun ready to fire at a moment's notice.
You curled up in the chair, your knees brought up to your chest. You were shivering, not only from the cold since you only wore silk shorts and a vest, but also as the adrenaline left your body.
Steve glanced over his shoulder at you when he heard you move, his brows furrowing for a second before he shrugged off his jacket.
“Here,” he says offering you his jacket.
When you don’t move he steps closer, carefully wrapping it around your shoulders. He then crouched down in front of you, gently tugging the jacket around you.
“You’re safe, it’s gonna be okay” he reassured you gently, his large hand brushing over your head soothingly.
“Thank you” you whispered.
“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, it’s okay,” Steve says softly,  his hand slipping into yours, the reassuring squeeze he gave providing more warmth than his jacket.
You could only manage a small nod of your head, Steve gave you another smile as he stands back up. Putting himself back on guard duty.
What felt like hours passed until you heard a knocking on the door. Both you and Steve went on guard, Steve pulling out his gun as he stood with his back to the wall. He gestures for you to hide behind your chair with his free g huff hand, waiting until you were crouched behind your chair before unlocking the door. He opens it a crack, only enough to see out.
“Clear?” He asks.
“Clear” you hear Bryce confirm “is she safe?”
Steve puts his gun away as he opens the door enough for Bryce to step in “shaken but fine”
You stand up from your hiding space, your breath catching when you saw Bryce’s busted lip and black eye “Bryce” you gasped.
“It’s nothing you should see the other guy” Bryce waves off with a small smirk, crossing the room and sitting down with a heavy sigh.
“Did Hansen show?” Steve asks hands on his hips.
“No, just his goons but we’ve taken one for interrogation, find out exactly what his motives were” Bryce sighs cracking his knuckles.
“It was probably a test run to see how weak you are, so when they hit again they know where to strike” Steve answers
“Shit” Bryce mutters “I need to secure a deal soon,” he says glancing over at you.
“What if that’s what this is all about?” You argue, Steve glancing over at you with a brow arched “Hansen’s a hitman by trade, what if he’s been hired to spook you into closing a deal sooner, one that doesn’t actually benefit you”
Bryce scoffs and shakes his head at the idea but Steve speaks up “it's a possibility, one I wouldn’t rule out even if it is a slim chance”
“Whatever” Bryce mutters pushing himself up from his chair “Your room is compromised so until it's secure again you’ll be sleeping in mother’s old room”
Your heart was hammering in your chest. You hadn’t stepped foot in your mother’s room since the week of her death. The last time you’d completely broken down.
“Bryce no…” you start, your voice wobbling but he was already out the door.
You look over at Steve to see him already looking back at you with a concerned look in his eyes “I’ll make sure you’re room is secure as soon as possible”
You swallow the lump of emotion, wrapping your arms around yourself. You gave him a quick nod before quietly walking out the door towards your mother’s room.
Steve walked a few paces behind you as always but when you froze in front of the door, he stopped much closer than he’s ever done before.
“I’ll need to conduct a sweep,” Steve says quietly.
You nod but don’t move. Steve instead placed a hand on the small of your back, reaching around you to open the door. A blast of cold air hit you, but you weren’t sure if you just imagined it. Steve gently guided you inside, closing the door behind you.
As he stepped away to start his sweep a chill entered your body. You hugged yourself tighter as you began to shiver, stepping back until your back hit the wall behind you.
“All clear, get some rest it's been a long night,” Steve says turning back to you.
As he began walking towards the door it felt like you couldn’t breathe “wait” you managed to gasp.
Steve haltered looking over at you in concern “what’s wrong? He asks taking a step towards you.
“I-I can’t stay here I just can’t” you whisper tears spilling from your eyes.
Steve’s face falls as he walks over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders “I understand but it’s not safe anywhere else” he says gently.
“Please” you beg.
You see the conflicted look on his face “sweetheart” he whispered “it’s not safe, I have to keep you safe”
“I can’t Steve” you cry shaking your head “I can’t sleep in the same bed she died in”
Steve lets out a long sigh “okay how about a compromise?” He offers “stay here, but we’ll sleep on the floor”
“We?” You mutter in confusion.
“I can’t leave you like this,” Steve said gently, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears “unless you want to be alone?”
“No, no,” you say quickly “Please don’t leave me”
“I won’t, now why don’t you go freshen up while I get everything sorted” Steve promised.
You nod sniffing back your tears, shooting Steve a grateful look as you step away towards the bathroom.
By the time you re-emerged, Steve had created a bed for you on the floor. Made up of pillows blankets and your duvet from your room.
“I sent Romero to get them, thought it would make you more comfortable,” Steve says answering your silent question.
“Thank you Steve, it means a lot” you smile gracefully.
You walk over and settle down in your makeshift bed. Of course, it wasn’t as comfortable as your actual bed, but it was familiar and if you closed your eyes you could pretend you were back in your room. As you lay down Steve walked away to go sit in a nearby chair.
“Aren’t you sleeping?” You ask him.
“No, just in case Hansen decides to strike twice in one night,” Steve says turning around to face you.
“Can you sit with me?” You ask looking up at him hopefully.
A small smile tugs at his lips and he walks back towards you. He sits down in beside you, back leaning against the wall.
“Get some rest” Steve orders gently.
You smile up at him, reaching out to take his hand “thank you Steve, for everything” you whisper before letting yourself fall asleep, still holding onto his hand.
When you woke the following morning you were somewhat surprised to find you’d moved in your sleep. You’d dropped Steve’s hand, but instead you now had your head in his lap. His hand was now also resting on your waist, thumb absentmindedly moving back and forth.
“Mornin’” Steve murmured, “sleep well?”
You shift so you could look up at him. As you did so you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw him giving you a warm and lazy smile. The memories of last night flashed through your mind, not of the sound of bullets and your brother’s beaten face, but of how Steve looked after you, called you sweetheart. In that moment you couldn’t deny the blossoming feelings you’d been denying the past couple of months.
You sit up, turning to face him. Your eyes roam his face for a moment, while his remains on yours. Your steady hand reached up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his thick beard. Before you could convince yourself this was a bad idea, you leant in, your lips brushing against his.
“Sweetheart” Steve whispered his voice pained “last night was a lot, you can’t be thinking straight”
“I am, I promise” you mutter, forehead pressed against his “I’ve thought this since I met you” you admit.
Steve doesn’t say or do anything for a moment, long enough that you started to pull back. But then he gripped your lips pulling you to straddle his lap, his lips crashing against yours. You hum appreciatively against his lips, completely melting into his embrace.
“Bryce can’t know” you warn “it doesn’t matter you’re twice his size, he’ll kill you if he finds out”
“I can handle myself sweetheart” Steve promises, his fingers gently brushing some hair behind your ear.
“Steve,” you say pleadingly “I can talk him out of this marriage crap, find other ways to build alliances and then we can be free”
Steve nods cupping your cheek and bringing your lips back to his “I trust you doll” he murmured against your lips.
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From that day onwards you and Steve were more inseparable than you were before. Every day he kept you company and kept you safe. Every night he loved you, held you close and made you feel safe in a completely different way.
Every day you also made time to talk to Bryce, trying to convince him that marriage was not the only way to build alliances. You suggested multiple different ways and it looked like he was beginning to cave and consider it.
That was until he called you into his office.
“I thought you’d want to hear this news alone,” Bryce said as you sat down putting you on guard immediately.
“What news?” You question.
“I’ve finally managed to secure you a match, you’ll be marrying Ransom Drysdale” Bryce states.
“You can’t be serious!” You exclaim.
“I’m perfectly serious, he’s the heir of the longest-standing mob families in Boston, you couldn’t find a better match,” Bryce says remaining completely calm.
“He’s an idiot! We could get a much better deal with Levinson or Barber without having to subject me to marriage!” You argue standing up from your chair.
“It was father’s wish” Bryce reminds you.
“To hell with him! He was a piece of shit and you know it” you shout pointing down at him.
“He gave us all of this!” Bryce finally snaps standing up and gesturing around.
“At what cost!” You screech in anger.
“This marriage is happening and you can’t change it! Backing out would only give Drysdale the ammunition to wipe us out! Do you want that? All of us dead because of your selfish actions” Bryce roared.
You flinched back, the memory of whenever your father yelled at you flashing in front of your eyes. You blink a couple of times as his words sink in. You had no choice, you had to go through with it. To protect everyone in this family, those who worked for you, for Steve.
“Okay,” you whisper.
Bryce breaths out a sigh of relief “good, I’m glad you’ve seen sense”
You just swallowed the lump in your throat nodding your head “I’m going to get an early night” you manage to croak out.
“Fine, I’ll see you later, I’m going out for the night,” Bryce says slipping on his jacket, opening one of the desk drawers and pulling out a small bag of white powder and slipping it into his pocket.
“Have a nice night, don’t do anything stupid” you tell him quietly.
“Now where’s the fun in that” Bryce smirks walking over to you “see you tomorrow” he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head before walking out of the office.
You breathe out a shaky breath, quickly wiping away a stray tear before walking out of the office. You head straight to your bedroom, walking as quickly as you could, feeling the wave of emotion threatening to crash down over you.
When you spot Steve standing outside your bedroom you broke down. A sob escaped your lips as your hand covered your mouth. Steve’s face fell as he rushed over, arm wrapped around your shoulders quickly guiding you into your room.
He gets you to sit on your bed, cupping your cheeks as he crouched down in front of you “sweetheart, what’s wrong? What happened?”
“I tried, I really tried but you couldn’t stop it but I can’t” you sobbed shaking your head.
Steve sighed knowingly exactly what you meant “we can work something out sweetheart” Steve reassures you.
“No-no we can’t, because he chose Drysdale and nothing can stop him when he sets his mind to something, and if I run or back out he’ll kill everyone here, he’ll kill you” you explain shaking your head, Steve opens his mouth to say something but you interrupt “and don’t say you can handle yourself because you can’t not against him” you sigh.
Steve just sighed leaning forward to press his forehead against yours “I’m sorry” he whispered.
“I’m just so pissed, I thought I’d gotten Bryce to change his mind, but he still went ahead and picked Drysdale, the worst option possible” you state shaking your head “I don’t care if he’s the heir of the longest standing mob family in Boston, he’s reckless one step away from getting caught by the FBI, or he’ll blow every dollar they’ve earnt! Barber or Levinson would have been better options! And I wouldn’t have had to marry either of them” you say breaking down again.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m so sorry” Steve sighed cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead.
“I don’t want to lose you” you whimper shaking your head.
“I know, I don’t want to lose you either” Steve whispers pressing kisses to your forehead.
“I just don’t know what to do” you mutter your eyes meeting his.
“What can I do?” Steve asks quietly.
“Just hold me, kiss me, just make this moment where you’re mine last forever” you plead.
Steve looked at you sadly but nodded. He kissed away your tears, before kissing you deeply. His hand rested on your hip guiding you back onto the bed and laying you down gently.
Your back arched when his lips travelled across your jawline and down your neck. His hand gripped your hip tightly, normally he was always so gentle but tonight you welcomed his rougher side. Because it reminded you that he was actually here, it gave you something to hold onto.
You held onto him tightly with every thrust home he made. You clung to every bruising kiss he gave you. You wished that every mark he made lasted a lifetime so you could remember this moment forever.
Once you both found your highs Steve held onto tightly. He kissed away the tears you hadn’t realised you’d shed. He muttered sweet nothings into your ears, reassuring you everything would be okay.
He swore that you’d be okay. You wanted to believe him, but you couldn’t because you knew it wasn’t true. You were about to be trapped into a loveless marriage, forced to produce an heir. All while knowing the man you truly loved was out there, out of your reach. A love that burnt bright, but far too short.
“I love you Steve” you whispered looking up at him, tears in your eyes.
“I love you too” Steve muttered, cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply.
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That night after you’d fallen asleep Steve slipped out of the bed. He silently crept towards the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light so he wouldn’t accidentally wake you.
Closing the door behind him, he walked to the far corner and pulled out his phone. Staring down at the screen he wondered whether he was brainless or wise for what he was considering.
Glancing back towards the door, where you lay only a few feet away, he knew what he had to do. He had to fix this problem and nothing was going to stop him.
He dialled the number he needed, the line connecting after only a couple of rings.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky questioned.
“There’s been a change of plans, forget the Langleys, we’re taking down Drysdale and the Thrombeys instead” Steve states keeping his voice low.
“What happened?” Bucky asks.
“I’ve just learnt that there’s bigger fish to fry, and maybe the Langleys would be a good ally” Steve shrugs.
Bucky chuckles down the line “you fell for the girl didn’t you?”
Steve lets out a long sigh, there was no lying to his childhood friend “yes, can I trust you to put the gears in motion? I’m gonna hang around a little longer before heading back to New York”
“Not a problem boss” Bucky confirms.
“Good, how’s the rest of the syndicate?” Steve questions.
“Blissfully unaware that the top boss isn’t even in the state” Bucky smirks.
“Just the way I like it, see you soon buck” Steve smiles.
“Later punk,” Bucky says before hanging up.
Walking back into the bedroom he paused by the bed, looking down and watching you sleep. He was going to set you free.
Steve had never met Drysdale, but the trust fund prick had just made a deadly enemy. Because nobody took what the leader of the New York syndicate wanted and lived to tell the tale.
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Mob Boss!Steve x Introvert!Reader
Steve would go to any length in order to have you, and that worried you. A lot.
Warning(s): swearing
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Steve made you nervous the very first time you set eyes on him. Because as soon as you did, you knew just how far apart your worlds were. Every fibre of his being exuded unbridled wealth and glamour, but there was more to it too, simmering beneath it all: shades of darkness you didn't think you wanted to delve into.
Apparently Steve shared none of your sentiments.
You stared at the necklace dangling before you, brows knitted. "Um, what's this?" you ask, even though you knew perfectly well what it was. While awaiting the next course, the others present at your surprise birthday dinner had, fortunately, fallen into their own worlds, deep in conversation about anything other than what was going on now between the two of you.
"A birthday present, of course," he responded, his smile never faltering. "Just one of many for my sweet girl."
It was a simple design—nothing ostentatious, thank god, but you were highly skeptical of its cost, not to mention its provenance. You may not have known Steve that long, but observation, coupled with Sharon's anecdotes, taught you that Steve never did anything in half-measures.
"You didn't have to," you tried to protest, but he was already sweeping your hair over one shoulder to gain access to your nape.
Steve chuckled softly, wrapping the delicate necklace around your neck. "But I wanted to, sweetheart. And that's what matters."
The pet names worried you just as much as the gift. Everything was moving way too fast, this . . . thing, whatever it was, between the two of you. Steve had materialized into your life out of the blue, and now suddenly it felt like he was everywhere, in every corner you inhabited, like he'd always been there. Never mind that you still had no idea what he did for a living.
His birthday gift, cold and heavy against your skin, only drove the message home. If you thought you were doing things casually, Steve wasn't having it.
Fuck.
Steve played with the gold chain of your necklace before dropping a kiss tenderly on your shoulder. "It's beautiful on you," he remarked, fingers ghosting along your collarbone. "You're never going to take this off. Promise?"
You blinked at him once, twice. His command took you aback, the gravity in his tone so different from anything you experienced. Steve watched you expectantly, his blue eyes bright.
"Steve, listen," you began, one hand covering his own as you tried to stop his fingers from exploring further. "This is all amazing, it is, but, um . . . don't you think we might be moving a bit too fast here?"
You feared he'd take offence to that, but his smile said otherwise.
"Sweetheart, we're not moving fast enough."
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Just something quick and short to get me back in the swing of things. I do consider this part of a bigger story I've been cooking up, so let me know what you think! Do y'all want more?
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buckybarnesb-tch · 22 days
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I have a Story Stuck in my Head!
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I want to know if anyone thinks of something similar because this one has been running through my head for months. You know the story you tell in your head to fall asleep to? This has been mine for a while.
Mafia!Bucky Barnes and his girl have been together for years now and have a daughter, she has been the light of her fathers life since the day she was born, spoiled rotten.
As she got older though they grew apart, Bucky having no clue what to do with a teenage daughter, he still adores her of course, but she feels as if he has forgotten about her for years…
Cue Klaus Mikaelson!
Y/n meets Klaus at some party her father is forced to bring his wife and daughter to, schmoozing with all of the political idiots New York has to offer and Klaus (who has only recently broken his curse mind you) realizes that Y/n is his wolfs mate, one he has craved since the day he first killed and turned into a werewolf over 1000 years ago.
Klaus introduces himself, getting his girl a drink and flirting, barely noticing all of the looks he receives from the men around the room who all know better than to get that close to James Barnes daughter. They end up in a corner talking about anything and everything, both of them loving how honest they are able to be with each other for what feels like the first time ever, until of course one of her fathers men shows up. She quickly tells Steve to fuck off before pulling Klaus outside, insisting he leaves, giving him time to get away from her father and though Klaus doesn’t care about the man, he sees her fear and he does as she asks.
Later that night, after her mother scolded her all the way home for leaving her security (something that she’s sure was really her fathers issue but he had forced her mother to bring it up, making her feel like her father was avoiding her again) she hears a knock on her window and opens it to find her sexy Hybrid waiting for her to invite him in. They spend the whole night talking and Klaus tells her everything, knowing that his mate would be the one person that wouldn’t judge him or leave him. Y/n also told Klaus about her life, about who her father is and how she feels unloved by him and trapped in this house, and Klaus swears to save her, promises to give her a life away from her fathers business and cruelty (not that Klaus’ cruelty is any better but at least he won’t ever let her wonder whether he loves her or not, she will always know and that is a comfort to her in every way she needed).
One of Bucky’s men sees Klaus sneaking out her window before dawn and informs his boss, running a background check on the man and finding 5 different identities, this convinces Bucky that the man was sent by one of his enemies to hurt him by getting to his daughter. Bucky berates her for being so stupid to fall for this and though she knows the truth she can’t tell him about Klaus, she swore she would tell no one and she won’t break her promise. Bucky breaks Y/n’s heart, believing her so dumb and naive but she allows him to think this of her, already believing her father hates her anyway, which is why she does not hesitate to run away with Klaus later that night.
Bucky searches for her for months, his heart broken at the idea that his daughter thought she was unloved by him. He needed her to know that it wasn’t true and he was just an idiot who didn’t know how to care for a teenage girl. Eventually he finds a man who had been dealing with Klaus lately, clearly not knowing that he was a vampire and ending up injured beside Steve with the rest of his men all slaughtered.
It’s then that Y/n shows up, more beautiful than Bucky had ever seen her, screaming at the creature and demanding he explain why he believed he had the right to harm her family, shocking Bucky and Steve both at how terrified this man was of her. They quickly realized however that it wasn’t really Y/n that he was afraid of as Klaus shows up…
Honestly I have many different endings to that story at this point but it’s been rotting my brain for a while now so I thought ‘maybe someone else will like it too’ and here we are🤣
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labella420 · 14 days
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Two Bosses Part 10
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You’re married to Boston’s most infamous crime boss. What happens when the one from New York wants to steal you away?
Starring: Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings:18+.NSFW! Unprotected Sex. Violence. Arranged Marriage. Ransom and Steve being menaces. Possible emotional abuse. More warnings as this series unfolds.
A/N: The muse has been musing! I’m so thankful! Hopefully I can keep this creativity flowing! I think I said almost the same thing the other night, but I’m excited after not being able to write anything for a long time. I hope you enjoy this next part of Two Bosses!
Word Count: 1980
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
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The plaza is quiet. Too quiet. Although there are a few people milling about, Steve picks up on the silence immediately, uneasy settling in the pit of his stomach. He should’ve been firmer with his rejection of coming here when you received Rose’s message.
“Wait here.” He commands, exciting the vehicle before you could protest. Bucky rolls down his driver side window as Steve approaches.
“I don’t like this..”
“Neither do I.” Steve looks back in the direction of where he came, scanning the surrounding area to see if he could see anything out of place. “Stay close. Stay aware. If anything starts to go down…” He focuses on Bucky, the life long best friends having an understanding where words don’t need to be spoken.
“With my life.”
Steve nods, surveying the scene around him before giving direction. “Let’s go.”
He strides back to the car, opening your door and helping you out. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, sweetheart.” He places a protective hand on the small of your back, shielding you from the parking lot with his hulking frame. You see Bucky and Sam flanking you, a giggle bubbling in your throat.
“We don’t need the calvary, I’ll be quick.”
His jaw sets in a hard line, his arm wrapping around your body. You feel the tension flow through him, and you reach up to comfort him, your fingertips lightly brushing against his beard. He leans into your touch as you round the corner to “To You From Me,” and it’s comforting how in tune you are with each other so quickly.
Rounding the corner to the shop, the expansive windows show it’s still dark, but that doesn’t alarm you right away. It’s understandable that Rose would wait for you to open if she was having a computer problem she couldn’t fix. No back office computer means no way to cash out customers when they are ready to check out.
Your keys slip easily out of your pocket. Unlocking the front door you expected to see Rose out front greeting you, but the space is empty.
“Rose?” You call out dropping your bag on the counter. The silence is deafening, Steve’s hair stands up at the base of his neck. Something’s off. He grabs your arm before you can enter your back office.
“Steve…”
It’s his dark laugh that stops you in your tracks. Ransom steps out from the shadows, his eyes flickering between you and Steve. He appears cool and collected, but inside you know he’s seething.
“I was starting to worry about you kitten. It’s not like you not to come home.”
Steve is between you two in an instant, pushing you behind him to shield you from Ransom’s cold stare. “She has a new home now. She’s no longer your concern.”
“Is that so?” Ransom chuckles, his tone ominous. “But we took vows, you know, what was it we said?” He fishes in his coat pocket, pulling out a small package of Biscoff cookies. “Oh right, till death do us part.”
Stepping around Steve you scoff. “Ransom, you never cared about what vows we took. If you did I wouldn’t have found you balls deep in another woman’s pussy.” You don’t know if you should laugh or hurl a heavy object at his head. “You don’t want me, you just don’t like to lose.”
Ransom bites into a cookie, his gaze never leaving you as he plops down into the office chair behind the counter. “Kitten, we had a deal. You marry me, your father’s bad dealings get erased, and your family is protected. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to them would you? What would your father do if I made him watch me put a bullet in your mother’s skull?”
Surging forward, Steve forces Ransom to his feet by the lapels of his coat, slamming him into the nearest wall. “This ends now, Drysdale.” He snarls while Ransom laughs maniacally. So many things were happening at once that if you weren’t there, you might have not believed that this was happening. Glass shatters around you as a bullet pierces the windowpane, whizzing past your head and lodging into the wall. Dropping Ransom, Steve whirls around, shielding you with his body before pulling you to the ground.
“Stay low. I got you.”
The gunfire was like thunder, loud, booming and unrelenting. Chunks of drywall covered your bodies as Steve tucked you under his arm pulling you with him as he crawled along the floor. The feeling of inevitability washes over you, a darkness settling in your stomach. This is the way you die.
A heavy hand falls to your foot fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle. Ransom’s lips curl into a snarl as he roughly pulls you to him, his arms caging you in as he crawls over you. His eyes are cold and piercing, sending a shiver throughout your body.
“You’re mine, kitten,” a sickening smirk slowly forming across his face. “When will you get it through your thick skull that I always win?”
A display case explodes above you as a bullet passes through sending shards of glass everywhere. What you couldn’t have seen was the trajectory of the shot shifting when the bullet penetrated the glass, ricocheting off one of the metal hinges and lodging itself into Ransom’s bicep.
“Motherfucker!” He roars, turning away and using his free hand to put pressure on the wound. Blood seeps through his fingers, and you watch with wide eyed terror, frozen as horror continues to unfold. The world around you suddenly becomes quiet. It’s as if your brain is protecting you from the savagery unfolding around you, so there you sit, amongst the broken glass and bullet casings when his voice cuts through the turmoil.
“You’ve got this, sweetheart. We can get outta here. Just come to me.” Steve’s voice is the beacon of light you needed to guide you through the storm. Amidst the chaos you feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins snapping you out of your paralysis. As Ransom grapples with the searing pain in his arm you take the opportunity to flee, your heart pounding against your ribs like a caged animal. Crawling to Steve every crunch is a reminder of the danger surrounding you. With a mixture of fear and determination you dart to the Salvation of Steve’s arms knowing that this confrontation is far from over.
Steve guides you through the disarray, Bucky and Sam clearing a path to the SUV. Steve throws the door open, pushing you inside and following, slamming the door behind him and screaming at Bucky to get outta there. Once on the road you finally allow yourself to relax, crumbling into Steve’s arms with a sob.
“Let it out, sweetheart, it's ok.” He pulls you into his chest and just lets you cry. Doesn’t try to fix anything, doesn’t offer advice, just lets you do what you need to do to feel better. It’s been entirely too long since you’ve had someone care for you, to put your needs before their own, and Steve’s done that from the first instant you’d met. Without any regard for his own life he shielded you with his own body. Ransom would have used you as a sacrifice to protect himself.
As you gather yourself after your emotional release you gently pull away from Steve’s embrace, meeting his eyes with gratitude shining in your own. “Thank you, Steve,” you say softly, your voice trembling with the weight of emotion. “For everything. For being there. For caring. For… for putting yourself in harm's way to protect me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You reach out, squeezing his hand in reassurance, hoping he understands the depth of your gratitude.
Settling in his lap your hands frame his face, your fingers softly stroking his thick beard. Your gaze meets his, sparking with an unspoken connection that’s been growing between you. You don’t notice when Bucky presses the button to bring up the privacy screen as the world fades away as you move your lips closer to Steve’s. There was a moment of hesitation, a silent question lingering between you before your lips met in a tender, passionate kiss. Time stood still as you lost yourselves in each other, the world around melting into nothingness, leaving only the warmth of your embrace and the promise of what lay ahead.
“I told you, I got you,” he leans in close, his breath soft against your cheek as he moves to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath and inhaling your scent. You stay like this a while in silence, the beating of your hearts falling in sync.
“I can’t bring anything to the table, at least not right now. Ransom will never let me take anything from that house.” Fresh tears stream down your face which Steve quickly wipes away with his thumbs.
“I’ll get you anything you want, everything you need. I promise.” His voice is filled with determination, offering you the reassurance you need in a time of uncertainty. “We’ll find a way through this together,” he murmurs softly, his words a comforting melody in the midst of upheaval. Wrapping his arms around you he holds you close, silently vowing to protect and provide for you, his unwavering commitment echoing in the depths of his gaze.
The weight of your worries begin to lift as you rest against him, replaced by a sense of security. You know it’s crazy, moving from one man anchored in a life of organized crime to another, but as ruthless as you know Steve could potentially be, you can’t ignore the tenderness he shows in this moment. It’s a stark contrast to the danger you’ve known, and it feels like the right choice. He feels like the right choice. Despite the uncertainties and risks there’s a flicker of hope in your heart, a belief that with Steve by your side you can leave behind the shadows of your past and embrace your future filled with love and endless possibilities.
Pulling up to Steve’s hotel the SUV barely comes to a stop before Sam opens the passenger door, Steve stepping out and offering you his hand. He leads the way inside, the lowlights of the lobby casting a golden glow along the handsome features of his face. He makes a brief stop by the concierge, asking for a bottle of the establishment's best champagne to be sent to his penthouse suite.
After a shower you smile when you find a cozy cream lounge set laid out on top of the bed, a thoughtful gesture from Steve that warms your heart. Dressed in the comfortable attire you step into the main room of the suite to find Steve waiting for you, with a fire flickering in the fireplace and two glasses of bubbly poured and ready to drink. As you approach he turns to greet you with a smile, and pulls you in for a long embrace. He hands you a champagne flute once he lets you go, raising his in a toast. “To new beginnings.” Clinking your glasses together, you seal it with a kiss.
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“Never been shot before?” Curtis’ voice cuts through the tense atmosphere as Leo strips himself of his suit jacket and vest, using the latter to tie a makeshift tourniquet around Ransom’s wounded arm staunching the flow of blood. Wincing in pain he allows Leo to help him up but as soon as he’s on his feet he shrugs him off and pounds his fist against a nearby wall. The physical pain pales in comparison to the blow to his pride. He’s accustomed to always being in control, to serving violence, not being on the receiving end. The realization fuels his determination and hardens his resolve to never let you walk away.
Not now. Not ever.
Part 9
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crazyunsexycool · 11 months
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Heart’s Munition
Chapter 1
Pairing Mob boss!Steve x single mom!Reader
Word count: 4.6k
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Warning: Steve is a slut (he will be through part of the series), talk of throwing up, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of cutting off hands, Elijah is our sweet boy (he deserves a bit of a warning) mentions of medication.
A/N: here we go with a new series! I know this is just the first chapter but the story I have envisioned is just ✨🤌🏻💋👩🏻‍🍳✨ both series and permanent taglist are open for 18+ only dividers related by the lovely Em @writing-for-marvel (originally made for is it a crime? But I thought they fit this fic!)
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The sun hadn’t risen yet but you were already awake. There was a list you went over every morning before you could even step out of your small one bedroom apartment. It didn’t simply consist of making sure you had your keys, purse and phone with you, it was more complicated.
“Elijah,” you called softly from the side of your son’s bed. “Wake up my love.” You caressed his cheek as his eyes fluttered open. “Good morning baby.” You leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
“Morning ma.” Elijah smiled sleepily at you.
“How did you sleep?”
“Good. I had a dream that I was riding on a giraffe but I was hanging on to it’s neck so I could see everything”
“That’s good baby, means the medicine is working. Did you have fun riding the giraffe?” He nods and you snicker while getting up to grab one of the many medications he’s on and prepare the first dose of the day. “Now, Mrs. Fields is going to be here in a few minutes, I already have your breakfast ready. All she has to do is warm it up for you. If you don’t feel sick afterward she’ll take you to school and pick you up after and then I’ll see you later tonight ok?”
“Ok.”
He accepts the medicine you give him and scrunches his face in disgust as the liquid goes down his throat. You sit with Eli for a few minutes and he sits in your lap, his face hidden in your neck. These little moments were everything to you because you weren’t sure why he was sick and if he’d survive it.
“Alright baby, I love you to the moon and back.”
“Love you to the moon and back ma. Have a good day at work.”
“Have a good day at school.” You smile and kiss his forehead.
In the living room you look over which medication needs to be refilled and you make an online request for them. Then you set a reminder on your phone to pick them up on your break. The door to the bathroom closes and you stop to listen to see if Elijah is throwing up but to your relief he isn’t. Soon enough the front door opens and Mrs. Fields walks in.
She had been your saving grace after moving to this new apartment. She lived in the building across the street and you ran into each other at the corner store. After knowing each other for a few weeks she offered to look after Elijah after school for you. At first you weren’t sure if it was a good idea but if you wanted to keep the job you had there was no other choice. Once Elijah started getting sick she stepped up even more. Without her you’d be out on the street by now.
She smiles at you causing the wrinkles around her eyes and the laugh lines to deepen. Her salt and pepper hair is up in a twist with a clip holding it in place. The older woman holds out a cup of coffee and a bag for you.
“Here, breakfast and before you complain remember you have to keep your strength up too.”
“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.” You take the coffee and the bag and hold it in one hand while grabbing your bag. “Eli took his medicine already and he seems to be feeling good. I think today might be a school day.”
“I’ll get him ready then. Have a good day at work and don’t worry about a thing.”
“Bye, call me if you need anything.” You say before heading out of the door and in the direction of the nearest subway station.
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The house, or better yet, the mansion was quiet which was a relief. It meant you had enough time to change into your uniform and get a second cup of coffee. As you put away your bag in the locker your employer had set up in a room by the kitchen. Just like always, you were one maid short and the other was late considering her locker was wide open.
“Morning Dom.” You greet the cook as you enter the kitchen.
“Ah, my favorite coworker.”
“And apparently your only coworker.” You tell the older man.
Dominick has worked at the mansion for a long time before you ever started working there. He was in his early fifties with a beer belly, chubby cheeks, tattoos covering all of his arms and a bald head. Your favorite thing about him was that he looked deadly but was the sweetest man on earth. In a weird way he had become a sort of father figure in your life. He was only one of the two people that knew about Elijah’s existence at the house. The other being Coulson, the estate manager.
“She’s probably running late, you know how that ditz is. I don’t even know why they hired her because she isn’t good at her job.”
“You know why she was hired.” You bat your lashes at Dom and smile sweetly. “Oh no, do you think you could get that for me, my skirt is way too short for me to bend over. If I do, you'd know I’m not wearing any panties.” You say in a high pitched voice. Dom laughs as he makes you a cup of coffee.
“You are trouble, Mia Cara.”
“Only the fun kind.”
“What’s the fun kind of what?” Dom turns to the stove while you turn around to see your Boss’s best friend and right hand walking into the kitchen.
Long brown hair, steel blue eyes and a smirk that could make anyone’s knees weak. Bucky Barnes takes the seat next to you at the breakfast bar and smiles in your direction while he awaits an answer.
“Nothing Mr. Barnes. It was just a conversation between Dom and I.”
“Don’t be like that doll. I just wanna be your friend is all.”
You roll your eyes and stand to wash the mug you’d used. “I don’t need friends, I need to get started with work seeing as I’m the only one here today. Have a good day Mr. Barnes.”
“Why don’t you ever call me Bucky?”
“I’ll call you Bucky the day you stop calling me Doll.” You give him a fake smile and walk out.
“Have I done something to make her so standoff-ish?”
“It’s got nothing to do with you. She just has her reasons, she’ll warm up to you eventually.”
“She didn’t have an issue being friends with you.” Bucky says annoyed at the fact.
“That’s because I’m charming and the ladies love me. Especially Y/N.”
“There’s no way, her heart is made of ice.”
“Fortunately for the rest of us, not everything revolves around you. Now let her be if she wants you to be her friend, she’ll let you in.”
Bucky just scoffs and takes the cup of coffee Dom puts in front of him.
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Steve groans as he sits up in bed. Usually he’d already be up and down in his office by this time but he’d spent the better half of the early morning getting information out of some idiot that thought it’d be a good idea to steal from him. The rest of the morning was spent with the newest maid in bed.
She was pretty but she wasn’t anything special. He regretted taking her to bed the minute she started writhing beneath him like if she was possessed. He was good, he was great even, but she was just putting on a show as if that would prevent him firing her after this. Steve looked over his shoulder one more time before heading into his bathroom for a shower.
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Once he got into his office Steve saw both Bucky and Sam waiting for him. By Bucky’s face alone Steve knew he had something to say.
“You really need to stop sleeping with the maids.” Bucky said as soon as he closed the door.
“Why does it matter who I sleep with?”
“Because you keep screwing Y/N over and I like her. She minds her business, turns a blind eye if we come in bloody and bruised and doesn’t ask any questions.”
“You’re trying to be friends with her aren’t you?”
“So what if I am? I think it would be good to befriend her, make sure she really won’t spill the beans if cops come asking questions.”
Steve rolls his eyes. He didn’t want any of his men to be friendly with you. Mostly because he wanted you for himself. So if his men did in fact become friends with you, getting you into his bed would be even more difficult. If he got what he wanted, which he always did, Steve would have to fire you. It was written into the employment contract as a way to protect himself. Steve knew his best friends and right hand men thought you were sweet, he did too. It was in your smile the first day Coulson introduced you.
The first time he made a pass at you though he also saw how angry you could get and you shut him down immediately. In all honesty your attitude turned him on so much he ended up having to take care of his hard on before he could continue his meetings. It had been a few months since then and you still wouldn’t sleep with him. So Steve getting you in his bed became a game for him. He liked the chase and you gave him the satisfaction of not being easy. But he knew it would be a matter of time before you caved and once you did he would make sure to give you a hefty sum of money and send you on your way. It didn’t matter that you were in fact a really good employee. Or that he was starting to care for you more than he’d like.
“Stop trying to be friends with the people I hire.”
“She’s different and she isn’t going to sleep with you. From what I can tell she needs the job more than she needs to get dicked down by you.” Sam finally chimed in. “Also I agree with Buck, stop fucking every woman you hire. Get someone at one of your clubs like a normal person.”
“I do who and whatever the fuck I want. That’s enough for this conversation. Do you have the buyers lined up?”
“Yes, our only issue is the Black Order. They’ve tried to corner at least three of our runners in the last few days. If we make the sale we’ll need extra bodies to make the delivery.” Bucky said, leaving behind the previous conversation and getting into work mode.
“Have Barton and Romanoff come in this afternoon so that we can plan a few routes. And have Belova and Bishop come in too, I want them on this issue with the runners.”
After that the three of them kept going on with different deals they were getting ready for. The last few months the Black Order had been trying to take over the city. Something Steve had worked hard to do and maintain. He wasn’t going to let a bunch of nobodies take over and push him out.
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You’d just finished dusting the shelves in the living room and were heading to the kitchen to get some water when you see Jessica, the other maid, walk down from the second floor wearing one of Steve’s shirts. She smirks in your direction and walks straight into the kitchen with you following behind.
“Dom, make me an omelet for breakfast.” She demanded.
Dom looked at her and then at you. You only shrugged in response and grabbed a glass to get some water.
“Shouldn’t you be in your uniform? Why are you wearing that shirt?”
“Not that I have to answer to you but I won’t be needing my uniform anymore.”
“And why is that?” He asks amused.
“Well a lady shouldn’t kiss and tell but after weeks of flirting and dancing around our feelings, Steve and I have taken a step towards starting a beautiful relationship.” She says with a smile before it drops and she glared at Dom. “So unless you want me to have Steve fire you, you’ll do as I say.”
You laugh at the last part of her statement and Dom joins in.
“What is so funny? And don’t think that I haven’t seen the way you look at my Steve. You’re already on thin ice so you better show me some respect.”
“Why should I show you any respect?” You say once you’ve calmed down.
“Because I’m the lady of the house now, that’s why.”
That only makes you both laugh more and she lets out a frustrated whine.
“You obviously didn’t read the employment contract before you signed it.” You say as you wipe a tear away. Dom was still laughing, red in the face. “Coulson is going to flip out. You know how he gets all flustered when he has to fire someone.” You tell Dom and that only makes him laugh harder.
“We’ll see about that. And you can consider yourself fired after this.”
Jessica gets up and stomps her way toward Steve’s office. You and Dom follow her and watch as she opens the door without knocking and you cringe. That was a big no-no.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Steve’s tone made it clear that he was pissed.
“Stevie, will you please tell Dom that he has to do what I say?” Jessica said in a sickly sweet manner.
You rolled your eyes when you finally stepped in front of the doorway.
“Why would I tell them that? Last I checked, Coulson was responsible for the house staff.”
“I know,” she walked around his desk and sat on his lap. “But since things have changed between us and I’m now the lady of the house-“ Steve raises his hand to shut her up.
Sam and Bucky snicker. The latter looking in your direction and you mouth ‘delusional’ which only makes him laugh more.
“Where did you get the idea that you were the lady of the house?”
“Well after last night I thought that we would be together. Also I want Y/N fired.”
Steve runs a hand over his mouth and down to smooth out his beard.
“I’m not going to fire her. Now tell me, you do know what a one night stand is right?” He says as he gently pushes her off his lap.
Jessica looks at him dumbfounded while Steve picks up his office phone and asks Coulson to come into his office. The older man walks in a minute later and sighs as he realizes what’s going to happen next.
“Phil could you please explain to Jennifer the guidelines in the contract and handle whatever else is necessary.”
“My name is Jessica.” She stomps her foot like a child having a tantrum. She looked around to see if anyone was going to speak up but when no one did she focused on you. “I bet you’re really enjoying this aren’t you? He’s going to do the same with you.”
“Why do you think I haven’t slept with him?”
“Jessica, could you please follow me?” Coulson says already over the situation. “I need a meeting with you later, sir.”
Steve just waves him away and Jessica stomps all the way out of the office. Dom follows but heads to the kitchen and you remain where you are. Your attention is on the stairs as Jessica goes up to get her clothes so you don’t notice that Steve has moved to stand in front of you. When you look back he’s too close for comfort. You place your hand in the middle of his chest and push him back.
“I want a raise.” You say as you cross your arms.
Steve smirks as his eyes roam your figure and you roll your eyes.
“And why should I give you a raise?”
“For starters I’m doing the job of three people because you keep getting your dick wet with everyone Coulson hires. Also I’m a damn good employee. I deserve a raise.”
“You know I could just take care of you. All you have to do is say the word and I’d give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
You lean to the side to look at Sam and Bucky who are further in the office. “Is he always like this?”
“Unfortunately for all of us, doll. I mean Y/N.”
“You should have given me a heads up on day one Buck.”
He smiles, happy that he’s getting somewhere with you.
“I’d rather keep my job. So the raise?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“It’s not like I’m asking for a million fucking dollars.” You scoff. “Oh and I get to help Coulson hire the next two employees.”
“You’d make a good lady of the house and you would never have to lift a finger again.”
“Just get tested often.” You scoff. “Get it through your head. I will not be sleeping with you ever.” You say and you turn on your heel and leave.
Steve groans as he closes the door. His forehead rests against it as he tries to ignore the fact that he’s hard, again, because of you.
“I really like her.”
Sam agrees with Bucky as Steve turns to look at both of them with a scowl on his face.
“Just give her the raise, she deserves it.”
“I’ll think about it.” He sits behind his desk again. “Where were we?”
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You ended up working until at least 7:30 because you were the only one but at least it was some extra money for you. Fortunately the day was finally over and you were grateful for that and the fact that it was Friday. That means you had two days to be at home with your baby to take care of him the way you wish you could all the time.
“Hey Mrs. Fields, how did today go?” You asked as soon as you walked through the door.
“Apparently school was very good. They had some type of group project to work on. And he seems to be feeling very good today although he did lay down for a little nap around five.”
“Ok good. Here you go.” You place some cash on the table in front of her. “Thank you for everything.”
“Please take this back, I’ve told you that you don’t have to pay me. I have my husband’s pension.”
“It’s the only way I’m comfortable with you doing so much for us. Please just take it.”
“Fine, but I’m still not going to use it. If you have an emergency just know you can come to me.”
You appreciate the gesture but you worked hard so that you didn’t have to depend on anyone. It was a lesson you learned the hard way when you found out you were pregnant at sixteen. Elijah’s father disappeared and your family turned their back on you for being a so-called disgrace. Not so long after informing your mom and stepdad of the pregnancy they kicked you out. They said they couldn’t have you giving your younger stepsister a bad example. So your entire pregnancy was spent in a shelter for women. The first few months of Elijah’s life hadn’t been easy but you figured it out. You were able to finish high school while working at the same time. It was shitty pay but it was something and you haven’t stopped working since.
“I’ll never tire of saying it Mrs. Fields but I really appreciate you.”
“Oh honey, you’ve given this old woman something to look forward to. If it wasn’t for you and Eli I think I’d lose my mind all alone. Now why don’t you get some rest.” She pats your back gently. “Have a good night.”
“Good night.”
You lock the door once she’s left and head toward Eli’s room. Sure enough he’s sleeping and considering it’s evening he’d probably sleep through the night. Some of the medication tended to make him drowsy. You sit on the couch with the intention of taking off your shoes and checking your bank account so that you can pay some bills before showering and changing into pajamas. Instead you end up asleep, it was where you slept every night anyways.
“Ma.” Elijah calls out just above a whisper but it still startles you awake. The first thing you think is that he doesn’t feel well but when you sit up and look at him, he gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s ok baby. What’s up?”
“Nothing really. You just never came in to say good night. Then I woke up to use the bathroom and saw you asleep and you weren’t in your jammies.”
You look down and groan, causing Eli giggles.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and I’ll be right back.” You do as you said but took some extra time to let the warm water relax your muscles a bit.
It was almost midnight and yet your son sat up on the couch waiting for you. There were two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with chips and two cups of milk waiting on the coffee table. The couch also had the sheets, pillows and blanket you used all set up for you.
“What is this?” You ask as you sit down and turn on the tv just to have something on in the background while you talk.
“I set up your bed because I know you’re tired. I didn’t have dinner and I know you didn’t either. You take care of me so I can take care of you too, ma.” He said before you could protest. “Also Mrs. Fields made something but it didn’t look good so I just said I was tired and that I’d eat later.”
“So you lied?” You ask while before taking a bite of the sandwich Elijah had made.
“I didn’t want to be mean and hurt her feelings.” He frowned as he thought of his action.
“It's ok baby, I understand why you did it but we’ll talk about that later. Now this is the best Pb and J I’ve ever had. Maybe you should make dinner more often.”
“Wait until you try my cheese sandwich.” He smiles.
“If you keep it up I’ll send you to one of these cooking shows for kids. They would love you.”
“Gordon Ramsey would lose his shit if he had my cheese sandwich.” He laughs when your jaw drops.
“Elijah!”
“What? You say it all the time.”
You glare at him playfully and he just laughs more. “That’s a good point, maybe you’d be better as a lawyer.”
“I don’t like arguing. It would probably get boring because I’m pretty sure I would be right all the time.”
“At least you’ll be humble.” You chuckle.
After you’ve finished eating Eli crawls onto your lap. Fortunately he still likes to be cuddled. You put on some show he likes and when his breathing has evened out you carry him to bed and tuck him in.
You clean up quickly and lay down on the slightly lumpy couch. It doesn’t take much to fall back asleep although your back will ache lightly the next morning like it always does.
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“You have got to stop.” Coulson said as he walked into Steve’s office late on Friday night. “How many more times am I going to have to deal with the same issue? It’s been at least fifteen women this year alone and it’s barely June.”
Steve rolled his eyes as he was scolded yet again for the same reason. Still he kept his mouth shut as Coulson paced the length of his office.
“And I swear you better stay away from Y/N. She’s the best damn employee I have and if she leaves because of you I’ll kick your ass myself.”
“Ok tough guy why don’t you sit down before you fuck up my floor.”
“I’m serious Steve, I know that you want her because she’s giving you a run for your money but please back off. I need her here because she keeps to herself and she won’t run her mouth with what she sees. And I know she won’t run to the cops because she needs this job more than she needs more problems.”
Steve perks up at the last part of the of his statement.
“What problems does she have?”
Coulson closes his eyes as he realizes what he’s said. You had trusted him with the information about your son in hopes that if you had to leave suddenly it wouldn’t affect your employment. Of course you had asked that he wouldn’t say anything, especially to Steve or his friends because you were afraid they might use your son against you.
“Normal people have problems Steve. Mundane problems that you’ve probably haven’t had since you became the king of New York.”
“Wait a minute, if something is wrong though I want to help her. Me wanting to sleep with her had nothing to do with that. You know I want the people that work for me well taken care of. So what is it Phil?”
“I can’t say,” Coulson shakes his head. “She asked me not to say anything and I’ve fucked it up already. Just stop trying to sleep with her, Y/N really doesn’t need to be harassed every single time she comes in to work. She’s a good kid.”
Steve studies Coulson’s face, seeing how genuine he’s being with the request. He nods, accepting what he’s been told. But the moment the door is closed he picks up his office phone and makes a call.
“Hey Parker, are you busy?” He asks one of his younger associates.
“No, do you need me for something boss? I can be there in a few minutes.”
“You don’t need to come in but I have a job for you.”
“Anything sir.”
“I need you to follow Y/N and tell me if anything is going on with her. I think she might be in some trouble and I want to help.”
“Miss Y/N, boss?” Peter sounded unsure of the request.
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“No sir, it’s just… she’s really nice and I wouldn’t want her to not trust me if she finds out that I was following her.”
Steve wonders what exactly it is that you’re doing to have his men question their loyalty to him.
“Then don’t get caught.” With that Steve hangs up the phone.
Steve’s willing to do whatever it takes to figure out what’s going on with you. He doesn’t know when it happened but he can’t stop thinking about you. The side of him that he locked away long ago that believed in love and yearned for it is trying to claw its way out. You had done that, with your smart mouth and no bullshit attitude. He moved past wanting you in bed for a night to needing to know more but he was very good at shutting down whatever those emotions were.
Steve sat back in his chair, his mind racing and thinking of the worst case scenarios and how he would help you out of them. Maybe it was an abusive boyfriend. If that were the case it would be an easy fix. Just cut off his hands for even touching you.
The last thing on his mind is that you have a child. A sick child you’d do anything for. Neither of you are prepared for everything that would be coming your way. It would be harder still to realize you’d need each other if you want to survive.
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scrpiomoodboards · 1 year
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˗ˏˋ au: mob!steve rogers x soft reader ´ˎ˗
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veltana · 1 year
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Divergent Mafia AU - Steve/Reader
This is like a divergent, extra thing I needed to get out when I wrote Bucky's break-up.
Steve and Reader are laying in bed, listening to Bucky have sex and help each other out.
NSFW-ish. Grinding.
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"How does he even do it?" Steve sounds a little amazed as you both lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. "Drugs?" you ask. "Honestly, it has to be, how else is he going at it all the time like that?" "Maybe they're all faking it?" you suggest. "I've never heard anyone complain about him," Steve shrugs "But I mean statistically he can’t get it right for everyone every time." "If he does, he is one of a kind," you decide. "Tempted to go for a ride?" you hear the smile in Steve's voice without even looking.
You shrug but you would be lying if you told Steve that you weren't curious. Not only did the women sound pleased but Bucky’s sounds could be heard through the walls too and his deep voice moaning out how fucking good it felt had you tempted to touch yourself while listening to them.
When you don't answer Steve rolls on top of you, resting his hands beside your head, his thighs pressing your legs wide, clearly displaying the hard cock in his gray sweatpants. With your lower lip between your teeth, you lift your hips to meet his and when he moves against you, quiet moans come from both of you.
You stare at each other as he ruts against you and all you want to do is pull off your pajamas, yank down his pants, guide him into you, and let him fuck you until you're screaming louder than Bucky’s girl. But instead, you wrap your legs around his hips and press harder against him, bowing your back, trying to find the best angle. There are no kisses, this isn't that kind of thing, this is just two friends helping each other out with a common problem.
Steve drops his head, his arms shaking a little, he's probably close but so are you. Almost a week of imaging Bucky fucking and listening to every sound has got you on edge.
"Yes, Steve!" you hiss as color explodes behind your eyes and a familiar feeling flushes your body. Steve shudders out a moan and the front of his pants turns a darker shade of gray. Then he's laying next to you again, both of you breathing heavily.
"We should talk to him," you yawn when you hear the front door slam shut.
"I need to sleep," Steve says and reaches for you. Hugging you close before you both fall asleep.
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myfanficlibraries · 11 months
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Steve Rogers
Alpha!Steve
1) Grain of Truth by @biteofcherry       Soft Dark Series
2) Halloween With Your Werewolf Knight by @witchywithwhiskey       Princess Reader       Smut
3) Why Can’t We Be Friends by @cockslutpadalecki
Fluff
1) Air Conditioning by @bict
2) Hand Holding by @angrythingstarlight       Biker!Steve
3) Nice to be Kneaded by @rogersideup       Nomad!Steve       Ongoing Series
4) Society Says by @invisibleanonymousmonsters       Tall Reader
5) Threadbare by @ronearoundblindly       Completed Series       Some violence
6) Too Many Wingmen by @beccaanne814
Mafia AU
1) As Long as You’re Mine by @secretswiftymarvelfan
2) Cherry by @biteofcherry       Enforcer!Steve       Smut
3) Heart’s Munition by @crazyunsexycool       Ongoing Series       Single Mom Reader
4) Mafia!Dad Steve Rogers by @sweetsbfreex
5) Nesting by @biteofcherry       Soft Dark
6) Sink Into Me by @simmerandwrite       Ongoing Series
Smut
1) Cuffed by @sidepartskinnyjeans
2) Music to My Ears by @royalsweetteaa
3) Overstimulation by @myfictionaldreams       40′s Steve
4) Steve Rogers Alphabet Masterlist by @universitypenguin
Soft Dark
1) In the Balance by @goodgirlofglory       Ongoing Series
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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years
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His Angel, His Sweetheart
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Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader / Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Steve x Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 3.9K
Summary: You and Steve 'break up' after a nasty fight in front of his guys and you have the perfect idea to make him jealous.
Warnings: This fic contains smut, 18+ MDI, threesome, overstimulation, spanking, fingering, oral (M and F receiving) Pet names, sub/dom dynamics.
A/N: This is purely just porn with a tiny bit of plot and I'm not sorry about it.
Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics
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Your heart was beating out of your chest as your knuckles wrapped against Bucky’s office door. Anticipation thumped through your body, you could hear the low hum of your own anxiety buzzing above your head. 
You knew this was a terrible idea, you shouldn’t be doing this. You were signing your own death certificate. You wish you’d realised an hour ago when the idea popped into your head.
But it was too late to back down, you had to push through the nerves. Steve was a complete asshole, he’d treated you like trash, shouting at you in front of his men. 
He needed to be taught a lesson, even if you would end up worse off from it. 
Bucky smiled up at you as you treaded carefully into his office. “Hiya Doll face, what can I do for you?” 
You breathed out shakily, strutting over to his desk.You smiled proudly when Bucky’s eyes flickered from your face to your hips, entranced by the way you wiggled your hips from left to right.  
You placed your hands on the edge of his wooden desk, fingertips curing round the stained, pushing your low cut top into his eyeline.
“I need your help with something, Buck.” You sang sweetly.  
He cleared his throat painfully, leaning back in his chair to create some distance between your bodies. He adjusted his pants, not hiding the growing tent in his suit trousers. 
“And what’s that, Sweetheart?” He smirked.
“Well…you see…” Your teeth chattered as you forced the words past your lips.
“StevieandIbrokeupandIwaswonderingifyoucouldhelpmemakehimjealous?” The words tumbled out so quickly that you Bucky barely had a chance to register what you’d asked of him. 
He studied you, pulling apart the squashed jumble of words and piecing together their meaning. You watched as realisation washed over his features, “you want me to do what?” 
“Help me make Steve jealous.” You stated more clearly. Shock turned into amusement, a cackle escaped his lips as he shook his head incredulously but remained silent.
“You’re the boss and his best friend and it would really get him back for the way he spoke to me this morning.” You continued, pacing back and forth frantically in front of his desk. 
“You tryna get us both killed, Sweetheart?” he scoffed, “I may be the boss, but Steve’s the muscle in this operation.” 
“Pleeease.” You whined, rushing around his desk and grabbing his hand in yours. You ran your soft fingers over the back of his hand, toying with the silver rings that sat comfortably on his fingers. 
“He really hurt my feelings this morning, it’s only fair I get to hurt him back.” You pouted, fluttering your eyelashes at him innocently. “I need you, Buck.”
Bucky sighed, dropping his head in defeat and mumbled a soft agreement. You let out an excited squeal, jumping into his lap, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. 
“You’re the best, thank you!” You cheered, kissing his cheek lightly. “I’ll see you at the kickback later?” You asked, you face centimetres from his. 
“Yeah I’ll see you there.” He smirked, placing his hands on your hips, helping you out of his lap.
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Bucky waited for you outside the club, his cold stare burned through the tinted windows you hid behind. You were late, very late. 
He opened the door for you, thanking Frank your driver and helped you out of your seat. “You’re late, Sweetheart.” There was a soft seething in his voice, no one kept Bucky Barnes waiting. Ever.
The heel of your shoe caught in a crack on the sidewalk and your leg gave out, clumsily falling out of the car and into Bucky’s arms. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, large fingertips splayed over your body in the most delicious way. 
Your breath caught in your throat as you peered up into his smirking eyes,  “careful, can’t have you hurting yourself before the night’s even started.”
You mumbled a sheeping thank you, as he led you through the doors and into the darkness. 
Everything in your body screamed for you to slip out of Bucky’s grip, to run back to the door and get Frank to take you home. Until you see Steve laughing and joking, surrounded by the regular women that hung around. 
Your blood boiled in your veins, you knew what they wanted. They were always ready to pounce on him the minute you were out of sight, tonight he looked like he was entertaining the idea of them too. 
You made eye contact with him over the smoky air and your heart gave out for a short lived second. 
Bucky’s fingertips rubbed soft circles over your waist as everyone came up to pay their respects to the boss. It was a grounding moment, the push you needed to work through the guilt and anxiety. 
You offered Steve a menacing, albeit fake smile, cocking your head sideways playfully. 
You lent further into Bucky’s  body, reaching up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his cheek, your eyes never leaving Steve’s furious gaze as you soft lips ran across scratchy stubble. 
“Think it might be working, Buck.” Your lips lingered over the shell of his as you shot a wink in Steve’s direction and walked off. 
“Yeah, I can feel the hole he’s burning into the back of my head, Sweetheart.” He chuckled. 
You reached the VIP section of the club and were welcomed by Bucky’s men with their usual standard of hospitality. 
Bucky took a seat at the highest point of the section, the highest point of the club, bar his office. He was the king looking down on the land he ruled, his subjects danced the night night away as the heavy baselines thumped through connecting bodies. 
It was the ultimate power trip. 
The closest you’d ever gotten to that seat was with Steve, you sat beside Bucky in the seats placed just below his. You knew your place in the club usually, tonight you were a fish out of water. 
You looked around the VIP section, like a lost little girl and moved to sit in your usual seat. 
Bucky cleared his throat, capturing your attention once more and patted his knee, signalling for you to sit down with him tonight. 
Nerves tingled in the pit of your stomach as you grinned at him. He was taking his role so seriously, it was good to have someone on your team. 
You climbed into his lap, settling your back against his warm chest, he wrapped one arm around your waist. Metal fingertips grazing over your bare shoulders softly, awakening a trail of goosebumps along your exposed skin. 
Steve couldn’t look away, he watched from below at your little scene of payback he was forced to look at. Fire burnt in his blue eyes the glass in his hand shattered under his iron grip. 
You heard the sound of fractured glass falling to the floor and you knew it was Steve, but it was too dark to see it happening. 
You fidgeted in Bucky’s lap, squirming at the thought of Steve's anger boiling over. The only thing keeping you calm was Bucky’s fingertips toying with your skin lightly.  
Through the flashing lights and clearing smoke, Bucky met Steve’s gaze over your shoulder and smiled at him. 
You couldn’t sit still, no matter how hard you tried, it was becoming hard for Bucky to concentrate. His hands gripped your waist, stopping your movements entirely as his arousal grew harder to control. 
He lent into you, lips grazing your ear, his hot tongue licking along your earlobe. “You're killing me, Sweetheart.” He growled in your ear. “You need to stop fidgeting or I’ll rip that dress off of you right now and fuck you here in front of Steve and everyone in the club.” 
Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan slipped past your lips, only loud enough that he could hear. You circled your hips against his bruising grip. 
“I’m sorry Buck.” You whimpered, “feels really good.”
Confidence surged through you, you knew Steve could see you, but you were getting lost in Bucky. You grabbed his hand and led it up your skirt. 
His breathing picked up when he realised you were wearing any panties, his fingers gliding through your soaking folds. You couldn’t hold back the broken whine that ripped through your chest as his fingers teased your clit. 
“You enjoying the thought of me ruining you right here, Sweetheart?” He smirked, lips moving against your neck. 
You nodded frantically, as the tip of his finger teased your entrance. Your head fell back onto his shoulder as you pushed your ass back on his hardening length. 
You heard him before you saw him, the thundering of his footsteps against the sticky floors. A cloud of rage shrouded the VIP section as he ripped the rope and stormed up the stairs. 
“Upstairs, now! Both of you.” He roared, his face flushed with deep seeded anger, a fury in his eyes you’d never seen before. 
He didn’t look at Bucky, his eyes stared straight at you and you walked up into Bucky’s office, a sheepish tale between your legs.
Fear rippled through your body, you weren’t sure what to expect. You and Steve had always been volatile, constantly arguing, breaking up over silly, insignificant things. But truthfully, you wouldn’t trade it for the world, no one ever made you feel the way he did. 
Bucky walked into the room first, patiently wandered over to his desk and sat down. You walked in next, head hanging low, you refused to look at either of them now. 
Steve walked in behind you, closing the dock behind him, the click of the lock, made your body jump nervously. 
Steve pressed his body against you, your breath faltered in your chest as you felt his hot breath move over your neck. “Bend over the desk facing Bucky, Angel.” He ordered quietly in your ear, “and pull up that pathetic excuse of dress.” 
You followed his instructions and bent over the desk, you peered up at Bucky looking into his cold eyes for any sign that he would help you. You found nothing but amusement there, he was enjoying seeing you like this.��
You were on your own and you felt humiliated for ever considering going to Bucky for help. 
You released a shaky breath and pulled the silky fabric over your ass, exposing your bare pussy to Steve’s vexed gaze. 
He walked up behind you, pressing himself against you, pushing his cock into you. It was gone before you had the chance to push back on it.
Steve dropped to his knees, kneading the globes of your ass, spreading them apart and watching your slick spill from your slit and down your legs. 
“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured. “You wanna tell me who made you this wet, angel?” He demanded, his fingers digging into your cheeks roughly. 
You stared up at Bucky frantically with parted lips, waiting for him to jump in and claim it was all down to him. He did no such thing, instead he quirked his eyebrow at you, waiting for your response.  
Steve’s hand cracked down your asscheek harshly, the sound echoed through the room. You whimpered at the sting, head dropping against the desk in defeat. 
“I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” He slapped the same cheek again, with the same force. “I’ll ask again, who made you this wet?” 
You shook your head frantically, lips not daring to open and stinging shockwaves washed through your body.  
Steve laughed menacingly, unleashing another slap on the same cheek and this time you cried out painfully. 
“Interesting, you were so vocal when you were begging Bucky to agree to your little plan to make me jealous. So where’s that voice gone now, Angel?” He sneered, the life drained from your as you met Bucky’s smirking gaze. 
You hadn’t banked on Bucky double crossing you, you hadn’t considered the strength of their friendship. That was a colossal mistake. 
“I have to say it worked out very well for everyone, all things considered.” Steve continued. “Even though I knew what was going on, it still took everything in me to not walk over to you sooner and shoot you both in the skulls.” 
You whimpered at his words as he clapped his hand down on you, tears stung the corners of your eyes. You rested your head against the desk,  defeat flooded through you. You’d lost this little game, you had to take your punishment and pray Steve didn’t kill you at the end of all of this. 
“I’m gonna ask you one more time Angel and I want an answer. Who made you this wet?” Steve's voice grew more stern, his patience wearing paper thin. 
“You and Bucky.” You whispered into the wood, shame creeped up your neck. You prayed you said it loud enough that you wouldn’t have to say it again.  
Steve’s hand slipped between your thighs, taking your clit between his thumb and index finger and rolled it gently. “See that wasn’t so hard was it?” 
You moaned as he worked your clit slowly, building up the pleasure knotting in your stomach, the pain spread of your ass completely forgotten. 
“I have to say Angel, I am impressed by your nerve, but if you wanted to be fucked by Bucky, all you had to do was ask.” He huffed, tapping your clit with his finger, his soft tabs against the bundle of nerves grew harder until you were crying out for him. 
Steve’s name echoed around the room just as you teetered on the edge of pleasure. Without warning, he removed his hand from you completely.
He left you like that for two achingly long moments, as you cried softly, begging him to let you cum. 
He leant in close, blowing cold air over your sensitive clit, flicking it with finger every so often. Everything was dialled up to hundred, you felt his every move on your body so much more intensely than usual. 
“But instead, you had to come up with some elaborate plan that was only going to ensure you got punished.” He growled, slapping your ass again. 
As your body jerked forwards from the impact, Steve’s tongue was out and ready to capture your clit, he swirled his tongue around it.
“Steve, please…” You sobbed desperately, your body jerked uncontrollably. “I’m sorry.” 
“She finally speaks.” He muttered against your thigh. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, Angel.” 
He repeated his last movement on your body again, but this time when your body moved forwards his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it harshly. Your body shook with pleasure, your thighs threatened to give out under you. 
The cord threatened to snap in your stomach as you mumbled and cried out your apology over and over again. 
“Hold it.” Steve demanded against your clit, the vibrations nearly took you over the edge, but somehow you held it. You were determined not to make him more angry. 
Steve’s hand connected with your ass cheek and this time when you pushed your clit to his lips, he grazed his teeth over the pearl. 
Your body convulsed above him, you couldn’t hold it back any longer, but you had to. You were so close to pure bliss, but you held yourself together by a very thin piece of fraying thread. 
Bucky’s hand gripped your chin, forcing your vision up to him, metal fingertips wrapping around your neck and squeezing the air from your lungs. 
His other hand fisted his thick cock quickly, you could tell by the pained expression on his face, the stuttering of his breath that he was as close as you were. 
“Be a good girl and hold it just a little bit longer.” He breathed through gritted teeth. Steve’s teeth grazed your clit again as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them up into your soft spongy spot. 
“Please, please please.” You whimpered through strained breaths as Bucky’s fingers tightened around your neck.
“Go ahead, Sweetheart, make Steve’s face all wet.” Bucky moaned as he fell back in his chair, his seed spilling from  his cock all over his hand and his white shirt. 
Steve’s fingers dragged along your walls quickly, hitting all the right spots while his tongue flicked your clit in his mouth. You came with a loud scream, one that overpowered the sound of the music outside the office. 
It was the most intense high you’d ever experienced. Steve’s fingers and mouth worked you through it all, his hand and face soaked in your juices. 
Steve gripped the back of your neck, pulling you up from the table, tight against his back. Your head spun lightly, you felt your mind and body floating apart under the strength of pain and pleasure Steve had caused you. 
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you act like such a good girl, usually you never listen to me.” Steve kissed along your neck, his fingers pulling the top of your dress down over your breasts. 
“You trying to show off because Bucky’s watching you, want him to think you can be a good girl for him when you’re naughty for me?”
“No, I want to be good for you, Steve.” You mewled, reaching between your bodies and gripped his length through his pants. 
“Oh Angel, I think we’re way past that now.” Steve chuckled, “sit on the desk, legs spread, facing Bucky.” 
You followed his orders to a clumsy degree, climbing onto the table. Bucky’s face had changed completely, he offered you an adoring smile, licking his lips hungrily at the meal presented before him. 
He looked up at Steve, hands crawling up your open legs, pulling you closer to him. “Once I start, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop.” 
“Who said you had to stop?” Steve smirked down at his best friend. “Fun’s just beginning, Buck.” 
Bucky’s eyes travelled from Steve’s to yours, checking for any signs you wanted to stop. “You sure about this, Sweetheart?” 
“Certain.” You nodded, fingertips lacing through his long, brown locks and pulled his face down to your core. You moaned brokenly as his tongue explored your sensitive walls, as he breathed you in. 
His tongue dipped between your folds and into your entrance, slowly fucking you with his tongue slowly, his hands travelling up your body to cup your breasts.
Bucky lapped up the juices left from the orgasm Steve had brought down on you. He watched Steve roll your nipples between his fingers, tugging and pinching at your sensitive skin. 
“It’s okay Buck, she likes it rough.” Steve chuckled as he slapped one of your breasts. You mewled and rolled your hips into Bucky’s face. 
Bucky’s fingers toyed with your clit, smiling proudly as you bucked your hips wildly each time his fingers brushed past it. He continued his assault on your pussy, guiding your hips with his vibranium hand back and forth on his tongue and he delved deeper into you. 
Steve gripped you by the neck as your breathing became more laboured with each time his tongue dipped inside you. “Don’t be rude, Angel, you gotta let Bucky know he’s doing a good job.” 
You whimpered and writhed at Steve’s words, you looked down at Bucky through wet eyes. “Buck your tongue feels amazing.” You breathed, picking up the pace of your hips, grinding down further on his tongue. 
“Not as good as you feel sucking my tongue in greedily.” Bucky grunted against your core as his fingers rubbed a figure of eight into your clit. 
You didn’t get the chance to ask for permission, you were already falling apart by the time you could think a  coherent thought. You soaked Bucky’s chin more than you had to Steve. A drawn out cry ripped from your chest.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered over and over, falling back against Steve's rock solid chest. 
“It’s okay Angel, I think we can let that one slide.” Steve whispered in your ear, as Bucky stood and pulled his hard cock from his pants once again . “You’re doing so well for us, can’t wait to fuck your throat.” 
“Love you Steve.” You muttered quietly, focusing your gaze on Bucky, the sight of his cock bobbing as he inched towards you had you clenching around nothing. 
He gripped the backs of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the desk and lined himself up with your entrance. 
You whined as he pushed inside you, the stretch was delicious and dizzying.   “Fuck that’s even better than I ever dreamed it would be.” He grunted, bottoming out. 
“Bucky.” You whimpered, head lulling tiredly as he allowed you the reprieve of getting used to his size. 
“Can see why he keeps getting back with you, Sweetheart. The way you're squeezing round me is just too good to give up.” He moaned, pulling out leaving you completely empty. His tip hovered over your entrance until you lifted your hips and pushed yourself down on his dick. 
You both groaned at the feeling, Bucky watched as you swallowed him whole and started to drive his hips in and out of you. 
You reached behind you, moving Steve’s hand from his cock and replacing it with your own, pumping in time with Bucky’s thrusts. All three of you were experiencing a different form of heaven, no one wanted the pleasure to end. 
Steve rutted his hips into your hand, desperate to quicken the movements as he chased his high. 
Bucky’s hand raked down your body, grabbing at you roughly, doing as Steve had done earlier, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. 
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He growled as he felt your walls contract around him. “You gonna be mine too? Let me have this tight little pussy whenever I want?” 
“Only if Steve says it’s okay.” You groaned, as your hips met his thrusts.
Both men laughed at your answer, Steve placed a soft kiss to the top of your head, whilst Bucky’s fingers threatened to play with your oversensitive clit once again. 
“I can get on board with that.” Steve moaned, “Lay down Angel, I want your mouth.” 
You laid back, head hanging off the side of the desk, mouth in line with his cock as he pushed it passed your willing lips. 
They worked in tandem with one another, when Steve thrusted in, Bucky pulled out. Setting a relentless pace on your holes, both eagerly chasing their own highs as they used you for their own pleasure. 
Bucky lifted you leg over his shoulder, thrusting into you at a deeper angle that had you crying around Steve’s cock. The vibrations on your moans pushed him over the edge and he shot his seed deep down your throat. 
Bucky’s hips began to falter as he neared his high. Steve pulled himself from your mouth and reached over your body to press down on your clit. 
Your third and final orgasm exploded inside you, white hot pleasure coursed through your veins as you clenched around Bucky’s cock and forced his own orgasm. You finished with a pained cry and fell limp, as he fell back against his chair tiredly.  
Steve tenderly picked you up from the table and carried you over to the sofa in the corner of the room. You curled up into his side as the intensity of your orgasms died down and fatigue took over. 
“Relax Angel, I’ll be right here while you wake up.” He spoke softly as you floated back down to earth against the beat of the music downstairs. 
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thezombieprostitute · 2 months
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I know we may not know him too well but how about Dream Come True- Steve and 29 from the kiss prompts 😏
Hummingbird 
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Word Count: ~1300
A/N: This takes place a couple of years before Dream Come True. Ask is based on this post.
Warnings: Drugging of a character
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Steve had his best fake smile plastered on. He was hosting a party, he had to appear approachable and friendly, even if he didn’t feel like it. The conversations could be so boring and draining. His one reprieve for the night was that he was hosting the party at an art gallery. The last night of the display of one of his favorite artists. Every chance he got he was appreciating the art.
At least until he saw you. Steve knew everyone at the party, they’d been vetted by his team, but he didn’t know you. There was no recognition, no faint memory of ever seeing you before and Steve’s memory was better than most. Your dress was just shy of the quality he’d expect from his guests, indicating you weren’t in the higher echelons of the city’s social circles. You were definitely a party crasher who shouldn’t be here. 
He should call security, have them discreetly take you away, but as he watches you he realizes that, unlike other party crashers, you’re not here for the people. You never take a glass of the expensive champagne offered to guests. You barely talk to anyone and excuse yourself from conversation quickly. You’re looking at the art. You’re flitting from piece to piece like a hummingbird and smiling at each one. You might be a party crasher, but you’ve clearly got good taste and good manners. He decides he’ll let you stay but keep an eye on you.
Pretty soon he realizes he can’t stop watching you. Your genuine joy with each new piece of art you look at is endearing. Especially as he keeps having to deal with fake smiles and false promises. It also makes your frown stand out even more. 
You walked over to a man who appeared to be taking away a woman who’d drunk too much. While you hadn’t had any of the champagne, you couldn’t imagine it would get someone so drunk they could barely move. You approach, ignoring the glares the man gave you, and ask, “what happened?”
“It’s nothing,” the man replies. “She just had a little too much to drink. I’m just getting her home.”
“She doesn’t look drunk,” you retort. “She looks like she needs to go to a hospital.”
“She’s just a lightweight is all,” he sneers. “I’ll take good care of her. Now get lost.”
“Let me take a look at her, please. I really think she needs a doctor.”
“No,” he barks. “She just needs to get home and get some rest.”
“Walker,” a deep, stern voice behind you started. “Do you need some help?”
“Rogers,” Walker stammers. “Seriously, I just need to get the lady home. That’s all.”
“Walker, if I get security over here and search your pockets, are they going to find some pills?”
Walker stammers a bit before dropping the girl and trying to run for it. He only makes a couple steps before Rogers has him slammed against a wall, signaling security to come in. You’re already picking up the young woman from the floor, checking her pupils for dilation, getting her into a more comfortable position. 
Rogers is talking to a few people as security quietly takes Walker out of the gallery, “Sam, go get Strange or Badr. She probably needs a doctor. Bucky, go get Danvers and Rambeau to come help their daughter.” They head in separate directions and he turns to see you checking the girl. He bends down and turns her face towards him, “Monica, we’re getting your mothers. You’re going to be okay.” She seems to relax at that. 
Before long a few people come over and you step back so they can take care of the girl. You figure you should leave before your status as party crasher gets found out but Rogers gently grabs your arm, making you stay in place as he gets the situation sorted. You try to squirm out of his grip a few times before he pulls you to him and whispers, “settle down, Hummingbird. You’re not in trouble but we need to talk.” You’re unsure where the nickname came from but you take comfort in his words and stop trying to escape. 
They’re getting Monica to an ambulance but a tall blonde woman turns to Rogers, fury in her eyes. He points to the door where security took Walker and she storms in that direction.
Once you’re alone you try, one more time, to pull away, “I guess you should get back to your party, Sir.” The look he gives you makes you freeze.
“I’m not generally one for repeating myself, Hummingbird,” he begins. “But I understand you might be out of your depth tonight. You are not in trouble but we still need to have a chat.”
“Yes, Sir,” you lower your head. 
He chuckles and lifts your chin, “call me Steve.”
“Yes, St…Steve.” 
He smiles at you before turning and leading you to a separate wing of the gallery that had been closed off for the party. You know you should pay attention to him, but your eyes keep looking at the beautiful art around you. When you finally do turn back to Steve his smile has grown.
“So, what brings you to my party?”
“I…I just wanted to look at the art.”
“Why not look during normal gallery hours?”
“Work,” you confess. “I got so swamped I didn’t have time to come see the show. Jack Russell is such an amazing artist and I was desperate for a chance to see his art in person. I put on my nicest dress and slipped in with a small group. I’m very sorry.” You hang your head in apology, waiting for some kind of punishment or consequence for your actions. He said you weren’t in trouble but there had to be some kind of repercussion. 
“I believe you,” he states. “I was watching you almost all night.” You lift your eyes at his words, confusion written all over your face. “You weren’t invited, it’s true, but you weren’t drinking any champagne. You didn’t annoy any guests. You were just flitting from piece to piece, actually enjoying the show. I figured as long as you weren’t causing trouble, I’d let you be. And I’m very glad for that.”
“I wasn’t planning on staying long,” you sighed. “Didn’t want to get caught so I moved quickly between the pieces.”
“Flitting like a hummingbird,” he chuckled. “But in coming here, breaking into my party, you saved a young woman. In doing so you also saved my party and, quite frankly, my reputation. I can’t be known as someone whose parties are unsafe or cater to creeps like Walker turned out to be. As such, I would like to reward you.”
“Um..wh..what?”
Steve’s bright blue eyes seemed to shine with your response. “And I think I know the perfect reward. I’m friends with the curator here. I’ll give you her information and any time there’s a show you really want to see, but can’t get to, call her and she’ll make sure you get in at a time that’s convenient for you.”
“What?!” Your eyes grow wide at his words, “that’s far too generous, Sir! I can’t accept that!”
“It’s ‘Steve’ little Hummingbird,” he lowers his face to your level, his voice lowering with it, “and you will accept the reward. I’ll also make sure you get invited to every party I host at this place. Watching your genuine enjoyment was the highlight of the party tonight. I’d love to see more of it.”
“Are…are you sure about this, Steve?”
Eyes never leaving yours, he gently grabs your hand and kisses it, “I promise, I want nothing more than for you to accept.”
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Many thanks @yenzys-lucky-charm for the ask! It really helped push the scales towards making a full mob/mafia AU. 😆
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thotty thursday: mob!bucky x stripper!reader x mob!steve, omg, that would be so amazing!
୨ 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 • 𝙨.𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 ୧
pairing: mob!bucky barnes x stripper!reader x mob!steve
summary: bucky and steve punishes you after you break their rules, not that you mind though
warnings: nsfw, 18+, mdni, threesome, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie (please do not read if you're uncomfortable)
word count: 1.1k
author's note: my last thotty thursday fic is here! i hope you enjoy it and please remember to reblog, thank you!
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“What was rule number one?” Bucky asks, looking towards you as you cross your legs, your perfectly styled hair falling down your shoulders, as you lean forward.
“I forgot,” you replied, smirking when Steve shoots you a glare, god if it was thing you loved, it was riling your men up, because hell, the two of them looked pissed off now, and if it were anyone else that was in your place, you were pretty fucking sure that they would have shit their pants by now.
But you, well, you wouldn’t, after all, you did love the way the two mobsters had their eyes fixated on you the whole time you were on that stage that sat right smack in the middle of the bar.
The songs that reverberated through the clubs encouraged you to step up, dressing up in one of your prettiest costumes, the material of the bralette doing practically nothing to hide your tits that looked as though they could spill out any second, and that thong, well let’s just say it was better if you wore nothing at all.
It wasn’t your fault you had every pair of eyes in the club on you, watching as you sauntered on stage in your six inch high heels, sultry smile on your lips as you put on a show, after all your stage name, “temptress” didn’t come from nothing, men and women cheered, wolf whistles following as you got down on your knees, licking your lips you collected dollar notes with your mouth.
“In case you forgot kitten, rule one was that only Bucky and I get to touch that pretty little ass of yours,” Steve grunts and you shrug, the memory of the two of them glaring daggers at the man that had paid you the most attention, he had practically thrown hundred dollar bills your way, copping a feel of your ass along the way.
You hadn’t really minded it, but seeing the way your men looked like they were ready to kill him, you figured that going a little further couldn’t hurt so you lean forward, watching as he stared at you, almost dumbfounded as you swung your legs over his shoulder.
Oh that was it, the next thing you knew, Bucky had stomped over, pulled you off the stage and into the very room you were in.
“Really, because neither of you have touched me, in a damn week,” You retort and Bucky smirks.
“Looks like our girl misses us Buck, what should we do?” Steve asks as he brings his whiskey to his lips, his baby blues gazing into yours as he did.
“I’d say we teach her a lesson, show our little cock slut what happens when she breaks the rules,”
“You heard the man kitten, on your knees, come over to me baby,” Steve commands, and you bite your lip, doing as he says, going on your knees, palms on the floor as you crawl over to Steve, whimpering when he leans forward, pressing a finger under your chin as he tilts your head, his eyes growing darker as Bucky chuckles.
“Look at her punk, all waiting for your cock aren’t you? You want to choke on Steve’s cock don’t you angel, want him to cum all over that pretty little face, want to be taken every way like the fucking cock slut you are” Bucky growls, slapping your ass hard and you mewl, taking the pain and you lick your lips as Steve pops the button of his jeans, the outline of his hard of his hard on pressing against his jeans.
“Come on kitten, it’s not gonna suck itself” Steve says and you nod, moving forward, unzipping his pants, and pulling his already hard cock out, it stood tall, pre cum leaking from its swollen tip, and you gave it a few pumps before you swirled your tongue around its tip, tasting the salty liquid, your eyes locking with his lust filled ones as you took his cock into the depths of your mouth, your mouth hollowing around his dick as you bobbed your head up and down.
“You gonna take her?” Steve asked, groaning when you took him all the way, choking on his cock as you did, tears brimming around the corner of your eyes as he cards through your hair, pulling it as he pushes your head down further, grunting as you gag on his cock, your hand pressed up against his thighs as you did, gasping for air when he lets go.
“Never seen such a pretty pussy, already so fucking wet aren’t you kitten?” Bucky asks and you managed to choke out a yes, moaning when he easily rips your thong off, groaning at the sight of your glistening wet cunt, you were practically dripping and your cries were muffled when Bucky slams into your pussy, barely giving you time to adjust as he stretches your walls deliciously, working up a rough pace as Steve shoves his cock back into your mouth.
Bucky digs his fingers into your hips, thrusting into you mercilessly, each time hitting your sweet spot, god, you were a mess, your mascara stained as you suck on the blonde’s cock while Bucky pounds into you, and all you could do was hang on for the ride as your men used you.
“You like it don’t you kitten, getting your holes filled,”
“I think she does Buck, look at her so fucking pretty with her lips ‘round my cock,” Steve replies and you whimper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight kitten, gonna cream all over my cock,” Bucky growls, and you nod, your back arching as you cave in to your own desires, the knot in your stomach tightening as you found yourself getting closer to the edge.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” Steve grunts, his head falling back as his mouth hung open, that only egged you on as you swirl your tongue around his cock, your moan sending sweet vibrations up his shaft and that was all it took for him to cum, groaning your name as he rewards you with ribbons of warm cum.
“You gonna cum for me baby?” Bucky asks and you nod as you move forward, cleaning Steve’s cock with your tongue, moans falling from your lips as Bucky slams into you over and over again, his thrusts growing erratic as you come undone, your walls tightening around his cock, pulsating as you dived headfirst into euphoria, pleasure washing over you as Bucky follows suit, groaning as he cums, his cock throbbing as he fills you up with his seed.
You were breathless, panting when Bucky pulled out, white stickiness dripping from your cunt. “It's not over kitten,” Steve starts, smirking as he wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing it as he helps you onto the couch.
“Not by a long shot, you need to be taught a lesson angelface,”
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