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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Taken: Part 1

May had called on your break, just after midnight. You had stepped outside to hear the conversation from her end, as the bar was packed more tonight than it should’ve been, likely due to exams being over and the start of spring break a few days away.

You managed to score yourself a plastic bucket that wasn’t relatively too dirty, and after sitting yourself down once it was flipped over, you pressed the phone up to your right ear and using your left index fingers to plug the other.

“May?” You raised your voice. “I’m at work, and I missed your call.”

“Peter has done it now!” She hissed through the phone. “Your brother-!”

“What did he do?” You leaned against the brick wall outside the staff door, raising your head when you heard the sound of someone speaking nearby.

“He got himself a meeting, get this, with Barnes himself! That boy-!”

“May,” you laughed, “they’re going to take one look at him and throw him out. Peter’s not mafioso.”

“Oh really?” She started to take that tone with you, “they need foot soldiers, and they’re not picky-“

“Foot soldiers?” You rolled your eyes. “May, I get that they own the city, but Barnes and Rogers are nothing but a pair of jackasses who think they can control everything and everyone in their path.”

“And they do!” She was upset, and she was worried about Peter. “Will you talk to him? He’s supposed to meet them tomorrow. Will you go and talk to him?”

“May!” You hissed. “I am not going to show up to whatever joke of a meeting they have and drag Peter out by his ear-!”

“You’re his sister!”

“And I care about him. I love Peter, but if this is something he wants to do-“

“Your mother and father, God rest their souls, wanted you to keep an eye out for him-“

“Are you going to guilt-trip me into treating Peter like a child?” You rolled your eyes and started rocking yourself on the bucket, the steady thud of it moving back and forth giving you temporary relief.

“Y/N, please, I’m scared! I’m afraid of him! What if they take him? What if he becomes one of them and-“

“Fine!” You snapped. “I’ll embarrass Peter and play mother hen; now, will you please let me enjoy the last thirty seconds of my break?”

“Don’t take that tone with me. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

The line went dead, and you threw your head back and groaned, your eyes screwed tight.

You had already tried talking to Peter. You had already spoken to him about changing his mind, about staying in university, but this is the path he wanted to choose.

He wanted to be a big tough kid from Queens. He wanted to turn himself into something.

“I’ll check on him,” you rolled your eyes, “sure. I’ll waste my day off playing babysitter. It’s not like I had other things to do like pay bills.”

You huffed and stood from the bucket you were sitting on and tucked your phone back into your pocket before you turned the door hand and pulled open the door, returning to your job with a fake, flirty smile on your face knowing that tomorrow you would have to rein in your brother to get May off your case and appease her, even if it drove Peter closer to the ‘family’ she didn’t want him to be near.

It should have been easy. It should’ve been a quick trip to whatever hole they decided to meet Peter in. Still, when he had not only turned off his phone, but his location to be untracked, you had to dive deep into the account he had hooked up with his iPhone, to track it through the ‘find my phone’ feature, which for all accounts and purposes, had been helpful.

With his location saved, and after a long day of trying to find him without crossing that line, you were respectively pissed off. You were supposed to have a day off to yourself, to do your errands and playing babysitter hide-and-seek with Peter Benjamin Parker was not on your to-do list.

Acting like a mother hen at the request of your aunt was not what you wanted. It wasn’t what you expected to do today, and by the time you had gotten to the relatively empty bar that they were meeting in, you were ready to give him an earful.

You didn’t even have to enter the bar to know he saw you. You saw his face pale and his jaw drop before you even entered the bar, and that had been enough to turn the attention of the two men he was meeting with to look at you too.

The blonde and the brunette, not that you could ever remember which was Rogers and which was Barnes had looked at you with amused curiosity. You could see it in their eyes as they looked you up and down through the glass while Peter was still looking horrified by your appearance.

“Do you have-“ the bouncer asked, an attempt to stop you.

“Believe me; you don’t want to start this.” You seethed and ducked under his arm, stalking toward your younger brother.

You got a better look at the two men, the two men who were both tall and massive in broad width and strength. The two men had finely pieced suits while peter was wearing jeans and a hoodie.

“Y/N!” He made a sound crossed between a hiss and a surprised shriek, the sound that matched the look on his face.

“You little prick!” You grabbed a place setting from a table in passing and threw it at his head. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?! And for what? For you to be sitting with…” you turned your sneer toward the ‘Kings of New York.’

“This your girlfriend, Parker?” The blonde asked, a smirk on his face.

“I’m his sister, asshole.” You gritted your teeth and fixated your glare on the blonde. “What the hell are you two supposed to be? Funeral directors?”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Peter tried to deflect the conversation back on him.

“I’m looking for you!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Do you have any idea how worried May is about you? And then she ropes me into trying to find you and trying to track down a wannabe bad boy mafioso is not what I planned to do today!”

“You wanna sit down, honey?” The brunette offered, not in any subtle way patting his thigh.

“Oh fuck off.” You glared at the brunette now, never able to remember which was which.

“You know who you’re talking to?” The blonde asked, but not with animosity but genuine curiosity.

“You think I care? What are you going to do? Smack me? Rough me up? Ooh, I’m so scared.” You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Peter.

“May shouldn’t-“ he tried to argue, shifting in his seat.

“No,” you smacked your hand on the table, “you shouldn’t be such an idiot. You want to run around and act like you’re hot shit; that’s one thing. But May raised us and for you to have such little respect for that woman…I should kick your ass.”

“May doesn’t need to be-“

You reached out and smacked him across the back of the head, cutting him off. You were in no mood to deal with him. You should’ve been handling your errands, paying your bills without having to worry about your ‘invincible’ brother who wanted to prove he could run with the ‘family.’

“Get your shit together, Peter!” You stepped back and glanced at the two men sitting across the table; their blue and blue-green eyes were on you. They were studying you, sizing you up. “You like the view so much? Take a picture, assholes.”

“You’re a mouthy little girl, aren’t you?” The condescending tone had slipped too quickly from their mouths.

“I’m not a little girl, jackass.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “And I’m not afraid of either one of you.”

“Clearly,” the blonde’s smirk grew, and he extended his arm and his hand to touch you, only for you to jerk away and send one last warning glare toward your brother before you were stalking back out of the bar as quickly as you had come.

All while feeling their blue and blue-green eyes watching you.

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bucksangel · 2 months

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here's a sneak peak of my mob!stucky x reader fic under the cut :)

“While we would absolutely love having you in our bed,” Bucky stops to swipe his tongue along his bottom lip and you have to fight the urge to lean up on your toes to bite it. “We’re not going to force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“We know this is a big adjustment,” Steve says, smiling down at you when you look at him. “So we don’t want to make you do something that would make you uncomfortable.”

The men go silent, as do you, allowing you to process their words. They’re right, of course. This is all so new for you, and even though you’re more than ready - you’ve been deprived of physical contact and a good orgasm for a while - you know it wouldn’t be a good decision to jump into a relationship like this so soon after leaving your ex.

Fuck good decisions.

#mob!stucky #mob!bucky #mob!steve #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #stucky imagine #stucky x reader #𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪

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empyreanwritings · 2 years

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I’m glad you’re back!!! In honor of Mother’s Day can we see Stark Reader with mob!Stucky and how they try to celebrate her?

A/N: it feels nice to be back! i'm vv glad to see so many people excited, it makes me feel good about writing!

The morning started with breakfast in bed. Bucky made it a point to make your favorite while Steve took on Sarah duty. He wanted to make sure her needs were tended to before you woke up, so she wasn't as fussy and you didn't feel obligated to focus on her. Because, as much as you adored her, you also deserved rest.

You were grateful to have such competent husbands you could rely on, too.

Once you were done with breakfast - and snuck in plenty of cuddles with your husbands and daughter - a car came to take you to one of the local spas. Your husbands had no issue spending money to make sure your entire day was covered. The workers at the spa had everything planned for you, even lunch and unlimited champagne refills.

It wasn't often you wanted to get pampered like this, so you soaked it up for as long as you could.

And while you were out, Steve and Bucky focused on cleaning the home. To your standards - because, yes, that was important. They wanted you to return from your spa day still feeling refreshed, knowing they took care of everything for you.

The day was never about how many gifts they could shower you with. In their eyes, they wanted to make sure you knew they could handle things at home whenever you needed it; not just on Mother's Day. You gave them a chance at a happy ending, and they would spend the rest of their lives thanking you for it.

#mob monday #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #mob!stucky x stark!reader #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky imagine #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imagine

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Indecent Proposal (2)

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

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, strong reader, mentions of breeding/surrogate, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, reader doesn’t take shit from no one, tension, sexy mobsters

A/N: We get to know what happened before the party.

Indecent Proposal (1)

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You look at Steve, holding his gaze, “I’ll be yours if you get rid of him…”

Three weeks before the party, …

“Sirs, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers,” Scott nervously tugs at the tie around his neck. He hates ties and suits. This can’t be helped. His goal is to get a better, more important, position within the organization.

“Why are you wasting our time?” Bucky grumpily says. He slams a manila folder shut and sighs deeply. “We have better things to do than talking to one of our lower-rank minions…”

Steve stops his husband and partner before he can rip Scott apart.

“Please excuse my husband. He’s in a bad mood. The surrogates we interviewed so far didn’t reach our expectations.”

“Steve, he doesn’t need to know shit about our life,” Bucky huffs as his husband just spilled that they are trying to have a baby.

“Surrogate, hmmm…I guess it’s hard to find the perfect woman. She can’t be too old or have a jealous man by her side. I never was jealous.” Scott babbles. “Shesh, I hope my girl doesn’t want children so soon.”

Bucky furrows his brows at Scott’s words.

“I can tell, she’s a horny bitch every time she comes home after spending the day with her friend's kids. She begs me to breed her, and give her a baby,” Scott misses the look Steve and Bucky share.

“What?” Bucky questions. “Your girl wants a baby?” He tosses the manila folder into the bin. “Steve, a word…”

Scott waited patiently for the heads of the mob to call him in again. He steps back inside the room, eyes trained on the floor as Steve and Bucky watch him like hawks.

“Mr. Lang,” Steve clears his throat as his husband stares at the manila folder again. “We have something in mind you can help us with.”

“You do?” Scott excitedly says. “Yes. Of course! I’ll do anything!”

“It’s pretty easy,” Bucky sits on the plush sofa opposite the chair Scott occupies. “We are looking for a surrogate, and your girlfriend gets horny imagining having a baby.”

Scott dumbly stares at Bucky. He doesn’t understand a single word the mobster said.

“What my husband tried to tell you is that we want your girl to become our surrogate,” the blonde casually says. “You will get a better position in our organization and more money than you could ever spend. In return, your girlfriend will become our surrogate.”

“Surrogate…” Scott licks his lips. “So…she will go to a doctor and stuff?”

Bucky smirks darkly. “Oh, no,” he shakes his head. “We are doing this the natural way. Your pretty girl will get to cum all over our cocks. We will breed her like the whore she’ll be for our cocks.”

“You want…oh,” shifting in his seat Scott considers his options. You are only together for a few months. He’s not in love but likes having someone to fuck around. You’re replaceable to him. If he plays his cards right, he’ll be a made man in no time. “I’ll talk to her, Sirs.”

Steve nods slowly while his husband grins wolfishly. “We need to check on her medical records first. Give us a few days. If she’s a match, we will give you a call.”

Three days later, …

“Mr. Rogers, Sir,” Scott tries to calm his racing heart. “She’s a match? Really? I mean, you want her to have your baby?”

Steve explains that you are compatible with them. He hides that you are perfect and that his husband can’t think of anything else than putting his hands on you since he got a glimpse of you some weeks ago.

“A party? Yes. That’s the perfect opportunity. I’ll talk to Y/N. She will love becoming your surrogate. And…uh…maybe we can talk about the new position too. You said something about money too.”

“You’ll get what you deserve,” Steve sarcastically says. He can’t believe Scott offers you on a silver plate to them. Not that he would complain. It’s easier this way.

If you come to them on free terms, they can seduce you, and offer a better life to you instead of taking you with them by force.

Meanwhile, at Steve and Bucky’s mansion, …

“She’s perfect, Stevie,” Bucky swoons as he looks at the wall, plastered with pictures of you. “I think we found our girl.”

“Her medical records look good too. The doctor said she was a perfect match. In any way,” Steve looks at one of the pictures, licking his lips. Scott took it for them. You are only in your nightie and smile coyly at Scott. “We need to be quick before that idiot gets the chance to breed her.”

“We won’t give her back, right?” Bucky furrows his brows. “Right? She’s going to be our girl. I want to breed her more than once. I’ll always keep her full of our babies.”

Steve smirks at his husband. “Of course, we won’t give her back. She’s going to be ours, baby. No one will take her away from us. After she had our cocks for the first time, she will be addicted either way.”

One week before the party, …

“A party? Scott,” you sigh deeply. “I told you that my friends invited me to a lady’s night. Why didn’t you tell me about the party earlier? I don’t have a dress for such a fancy event.”

“I got you a dress, shoes, and lingerie,” he points at a huge box on the bed. “You don’t need to take care of anything. Just look sexy and pretty as always.”

Your eyes widen at Scott’s thoughtfulness. Until today, you never thought he’d be more than a fling. Scott is cute, and you like his sense of humor. But he’s immature and selfish most of the time.

“Okay, then,” you softly say. “I’ll call my friends and cancel our plans.” You gasp when you open the box to see the most beautiful dress you have ever seen. “Scott, the dress looks so expensive.”

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” he grins. Scott hides that Steve and Bucky chose the dress and paid for it. “Only the best for my girl.”

Now, Steve and Bucky’s office, …

“Babe, you don’t mean that,” Scott splutters. He raises his hands in surrender and pleadingly looks at you. “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, we had a deal. I thought you always keep your word!”

“We do,” Bucky gets the gun out of his shoulder holster, “always. The problem is,” he unlocks his gun to press it to your now ex-boyfriend’s chest, “you lied to us.”

“The deal was that you talk to her and that she knows about the deal. You dared to put her in a situation like this. What did you expect? That we bend her over and take what we want?” Steve growls, making you whimper.

Their alpha behavior makes you hornier than it should. You press your legs together, fighting your arousal. “I’m not some whore you can offer to your buddies,” you mutter under your breath. “I can’t believe I canceled my lady’s night for you!”

“Babe, please…they are going to kill me. I’m sorry, okay,” he begs again. “We can talk things out. You only need to let them breed you once. For me…”

“Fuck you,” you throw your clutch at Scott. “I won’t ride dick only because you beg me to do so. I’ll fuck them to get off, not to help you make a career.”

“Doll, you need to calm down,” Steve purrs in your ear. He possessively slings one strong arm around your waistline to press your body to his. “We don’t want a quick fuck. You are going to be ours.”

“Forever,” Bucky adds. He looks over his shoulder to watch his husband grind into you. “Steve, slow down.”

“I only try to keep our sweet doll from hurting herself,” the blonde pecks your neck. “We are going to do all the dirty work for you from now on.”

“How do you want us to get rid of him?” Bucky pokes your ex-boyfriend’s chest with his gun, snickering as Scott wets himself. “Please tell me I can use one of my knives.”

You gently touched the arm around your body, patting it. “I want to get to know you better before we…” You lick your lips. “I’m not going to be only a hole you can fill.”

“Baby doll, you are going to be so much more,” Bucy turns around and places his gun on the desk. He steps toward you to cup your face and claim your lips in a soft kiss. “Steve and I will ruin you, sweetness.”

“Hands up, and do not move!” Scott took the chance and grabbed Bucky’s gun. He aims it toward you and Steve. His hands tremble, and he struggles to aim at Steve, not you.

Bucky smirks darkly. “I guess this means I can use my knives…”

Scott pulls the trigger, but nothing happens. He pulls it again, and again until Bucky slaps the gun out of his hands. “Did you honestly believe I'll use a gun in front of the future mother of our children?” He grunts. “You are dumber than I thought.”

“You idiot could’ve hit me!” You snarl in Scott’s direction. “What the fuck!” He stammers a meaningless apology. You know he only tried to save his ass. You ended up between a rock and a hard place because of him. “I want him gone until morning.”

“Consider it done,” Bucky purrs. “And after he’s gone, we will get to the fun part…”

Part 3

#stucky x female reader #female reader #stucky x reader #stucky x you #steve rogers #bucky barnes #mafia au #Indecent Proposal (2)

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gracescor3 · 4 months

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Christmas Lights🎄

[Just fixed Grammar mistakes]

Pairing: Soft!Mob!Stucky (only mentioned a bit) x Pregnant!Reader

Tags; Pregnant reader ; Bucky calling reader Mamas / Hot Mamas ; Implied smut at the end.

Word count: 749

Summary: Your mob boyfriends take you to do your favorite thing for Christmas, and that is to see Christmas lights.

You were in the kitchen eating blueberries and whipped cream, you have been craving them a lot ever since your boys got you pregnant.

You were about 20 weeks along and hardly had to do anything by yourself. Steve or Bucky always stayed home with you while the other one went to work.

Today they were both with you and were acting suspicious all day, about what? You don't know but it was a bit weird seeing them act differently. You just hoped you didn't do anything wrong.

As a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and held your belly you instantly smiled and relaxed into the warmth of the broad chest.

"Hey hot mamas, how you feeling?" Bucky asked as he kissed your neck. "I think I'm fine, my back is just really hurting." You responded as you ate another blueberry.

"Why don't you come upstairs with me and get dressed into warm clothes?" Bucky smiled against your neck before he pulled away and turned you around.

"Why? What's the occasion?" You asked skeptically. "We have a surprise for you." He smiled and held your hand before Steve walked in with clothes.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart, I got you some warm clothes right here." Steve smiled as he started to slowly take off your shirt.

"Thank you Steve." You lifted your arms as he replaced your shirt with the new one as Bucky helped change your pants.

"Alright let's go mamas." Bucky patted your back as they both led you out of the house and into their sleek black SUV.

You noticed the driver was already in the front seat and you looked at Steve. "Where are we going?" You asked sweetly to see if they'd tell you.

Steve almost gave in from how innocent you looked. He hated keeping secrets from you, well Bucky did to but he could hold out longer then Steve.

Bucky gave him a sharp glare and Steve instantly decided not to tell you. "It's a surprise doll." Bucky said as he helped you into the car.

Steve sat on your left side and Bucky sat on your right, you felt insanely warm from both of their bodies squished next to yours.

As Steve put your seatbelt on the driver began to pull out of the driveway. "Just because your two grown men doesn't mean you get to not wear seatbelts to!" You scolded and they looked at you before sighing and putting their seatbelts on.

It was funny seeing the mob bosses doing everything you asks. At work they are the ones commanding and controlling everything, but when they're around you? You are the only one they listen to. They are wrapped around your finger and you know it.

It was a long drive but once you finally made it to the destination you were surprised to see a whole bunch of Christmas lights.

Your mouth was agape as you looked out all the windows. "Christmas lights!" You shouted with glee and instantly tried undoing your seatbelt.

Bucky stopped you, "Mamas wait, we gotta park." He laughed and you sat still and eagerly waited.

As the driver parked the car Bucky would undo your seatbelt and helped you out of the car.

"It's so beautiful!" You smiled as Steve went to hold your hand and Bucky held your other one.

"All for you mamas. Let's go." Bucky led you to the trail and you walked through it seeing a lot of Christmas lights and also the animated ones.

You enjoyed every second of it. As you saw the little kids running around, you couldn't help but imagine them as yours.

You couldn't wait to have your baby, and it makes it even better that your boys will be the dad.

"Thank you for this." You smiled as you kissed both of their cheeks making them smile.

“You’re welcome” They both responded and kissed both of your cheeks.

“We have another surprise for you when we get home.” Buckys voice was dark and filled with lust as he whispered in your ear, his hand slowly traveling down your body.

You felt your arousal pool in your panties and couldn’t wait for when you got home.

#mafia! stucky #mafia au #stucky #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #Steve x you #gracescor3 #christmas

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Seen your 1000 celebration congrats! 🎉

Here’s my request:)

Stucky x puls size reader.

Promts: 9,10, 12,13 either 28 or 33 your choice :)

Trope: 3, 11,18

AU. Mob and A/B/O

it’s okay if you can’t do all I just really really love your writing!!

Quick Fixes for PMS

Mob!Stucky x plus size reader

Some days are just worse than others and today is definitely the worst. Or, hormones really are a bitch.

Warnings: all fluff, reader is really emotional and clingy but we love that for her, pms, guys being dumb in a loveable way, implied smut, a lot of crying, some nudity

WC: 1.4k

a/n: Sorry i changed up the request a bit! I needed some fluff in my life, I still hope you enjoy ❤️

Minors DNI

9: “You make me so mad. So fucking mad. But I will never, never leave you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.” 10: “I can’t do this anymore.” 12: “I can’t imagine a life without you.” 13: “D-don’t leave me, you’re my life.” 28: “C’mon, you’ll be less cranky after you’ve had a snack and an orgasm.” 7: Mob

1000 Follower Celebration

Y/N groaned and rolled over, reaching over to the other side of the bed. “Baby?” She murmured, voice still thick with sleep as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the cold sheets beside her. A deep chuckle from behind her caused Y/N to turn around once more and force her e/c eyes open.

“Mornin’ doll.” Bucky smirked down at the woman struggling to right herself in the tangled mess of sheets she was currently trapped in. “Where’s Stevie?” “What, am I not good enough for you?” He only got a half-assed glare in return, which admittedly wasn’t very threatening since it came from the plump naked woman still tangled in the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets.

“He had a meeting, remember?” Y/N grunted in reply, her lips falling into an adorable pout. “But that was supposed to be at noon.” She whined, drawing up the sheets to cover her body in some kind of defiance for her other boyfriend having abandoned her. Bucky cooed and sat on the bed beside her, laying his large metal hand on her wide hip. “It’s almost one doll. You’ve slept through the whole morning.”

“No I didn’t.” Bucky sighed, giving her hips a squeeze. “No matter how cute that little pout is-” His other hand came up and cupped her face, his thumb tracing the seam of her mouth. “The clock isn’t wrong. And now I have to go too.” “Nooooo.” Y/N flung herself at her boyfriend, burying herself in his strong chest as her fingers gripped his incredibly expensive plaid suit, rumpling the fabric.

“D-don’t leave me, you’re my life.” He felt her chest heave with sobs as she clung to the mob boss, her tears soaking into his black undershirt. He wrapped his muscular arms around her heavy frame to hold the young woman close. “Oh dragă, you’re pms-ing real bad huh?” Suddenly her weight against his chest was gone. Her previous tears were now replaced by a deep glare that sent a shiver of fear down the mobster’s spine.

“I am not pms-ing, James.” She snarled, shoving him away from her and attempting to scramble to the other side of the massive bed. But Bucky held firm, keeping a large ringed and wrapped around her plush bicep as she tried to yank it away. “I can’t do this anymore.” Y/N huffed, leaning her entire weight forward, trying to get the man to release her.

“Do what anymore doll?” With one swift pull of her arm, the smaller woman collided into his chest once more. His metal limb curled around her thick waist to cup her large stomach. Her face was turned away from him in a pitiful act of defiance that made his chest burn with affection. “You’re being mean.”

Bucky cooed, nuzzling his nose onto the top of her head, leaving a little peck there. “‘M sorry doll, I just think you’re so cute when you’re tired and I shouldn’t have assumed that you were going to get your period soon. I can’t imagine a life without you, I hope you know that.”

She remained quiet for a moment, and then. “You make it really hard to hate you. But not impossible.” And with that, she launched herself to the side and rolled away, dropping off the side of the bed and landing on the carpeted floor with a small grunt.

“Ce am făcut ca sa merit asta.” (What did I do to deserve this?) He groaned to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You ok down there?” Bucky called out, receiving a winded ‘yes’ from his girlfriend. “I have to go now doll, I promise Steve will be back soon and you can bother him.”

Her head popped up. “Are you saying I bother you?” He rolled his eyes. “I love you, I’ll see you later.” And he walked out the door.

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There was a brief moment of doubt in her mind as she typed out the 67th text message in five minutes to her blond beau, but it quickly disappeared when she remembered how he abandoned her in bed this morning without a goodbye kiss. Smirking to herself, she hit send on the long winded message talking about how hot Eddie Munson is and then set her phone down on the marble countertop.

“I don’t think it’s a very good idea to be pissing off the most powerful men in the country.” Her bodyguard and old friend, Clint, spoke up from over his cup of black coffee. “‘M not pissing them off.” She sassed, crossing her arms over her heavy chest. “I’m just annoying them a bit for being mean to me.”

His eyebrow raised. “And how exactly did they annoy you, your highness?” Y/N’s face heated in embarrassment and looked away, picking at her bowl of fruit, not responding. Clint groaned. “Don’t tell me that they didn’t give you enough attention this morning, what a travesty!” “It is a travesty!” She insisted, pulling Steve’s hoodie tighter around her body and burying her nose in the soft fabric.

“Then why are you wearing Steve’s clothes if they upset you so much?” He pointed out, gesturing towards the overly large dark purple tracksuit she was wearing with ‘Rogers’ written across the back. “And don’t you dare say it’s laundry day, I know for a fact that Sunday is laundry day because I’m the one that does it.”

“My period is in a few days and I want attention.” She muttered shamefully, curling in on herself as best she could on the small barstool she was sitting on. Clint sighed, putting his mug down and slipping from his own stool. He placed a warm hand on her back, gently rubbing her shoulder blade. “You want me to go out and get you some chocolate, kid?”

“Yes please.” “Finish your breakfast while I’m gone, I don’t need your two little boyfriends busting my balls because you haven’t eaten.” Clapping her on the back, Clint scooped up the keys to his BMW, leaving her alone in the massive kitchen. Y/N happily wiggled in the seat, popping a strawberry in her mouth.

Then, she looked down. And right there, at the bottom of her phone screen: read 2:43 pm. Her eyes widened in terror as she heard the thundering footsteps that could only belong to one man. She received confirmation a few seconds later when the giant stepped into the massive doorway.

His blond hair was slicked back, dark brown beard perfectly styled, and expensive navy suit with not a wrinkle in sight. But those bright blue eyes were wild, highlighted by the slight pink blush of his cheeks. “Oh so now you’ve got nothing to say?” He rumbled, his chest expanding with a deep inhale that caused Y/N to clamp her plump thighs together.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” It took him only two strides to reach her from across the room. His arms caged her against the counter as he towered over her, making her feel incredibly small under his gaze. She remained silent though, too focused on the way the buttons of his shirt strained against the huge muscles of his pecs, giving her a small glimpse of his dark chest hair beneath.

Steve sighed as he watched her zone out, her e/c eyes going hazy with her little daydreams. “Y/N.” He said firmly, breaking her out of her thoughts but he quickly began to panic when a tear dripped down her full cheek. “I’m s-sorry, I just was ma-ad and missed y-you.” She sniffled and reached up to wrap her arms around his thick neck.

“Oh sweetheart it’s ok, I just don’t exactly enjoy you talking about other men you find attractive but I know it must’ve been tough being alone this morning considering how tired you were.” A big thumb wiped away the small trail of tears as his other hand settled on her hip, giving it a quick squeeze. Y/N melted at the softness of his tone. “S-so you’re not mad?”

The mob boss chuckled. “You make me so mad. So fucking mad. But I will never, never leave you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever. No matter what. And I know you’re hurting so how about we spend the afternoon together.” She nodded and smiled up at him, still sniffling, her sobs tapering off. In a swift move, Steve bent over and pressed his broad shoulder into her large tummy and hoisted her over his shoulder. Y/N giggled against his back, her fingers hooked onto his black belt to keep herself steady. With his other hand, Steve picked up her abandoned bowl and turned to leave the kitchen. “C’mon, you’ll be less cranky after you’ve had a snack and an orgasm.”

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Hi Ro! I have this idea eating a hole in my brain since it manifested. I feel like we see a lot of mafia! Steve and Bucky where the reader is one of their gf and the other is her bodyguard or something else of the sort (which I love) BUT…

Could you imagine a badass bodyguard reader? Like, she works to protect one of them and they don’t even sexualize her, but after seeing how well they work together and how dedicated and hard-working she is, they just hopelessly fall in love? Which launches mutual pining, but also both of them thinking it’s unrequited and her still just girlbossing away. Until some inciting inciting incident (TBD) which makes them super close to realize how they feel and then both of them needing a new bodyguard because now she’s the gf of a mafia boss.

I’d try and write it but I don’t have anywhere near as much talent as you and wouldn’t do it justice. Also, sorry if this adds to your 92747739 other WIPs

Alright. Full disclosure: I am not even remotely a fan of the mafia!fic, or mob!fic, or really any of the tropes that take a fundamental piece of a character out of the equation. To me, doing the right thing and using personal harm as a last resort are inextricable from Steve's personality--and is what we love about him.

[To be clear, I am not throwing shade on y'alls writing or reading preferences! Just telling you my take on it. You do you 😘]

His character lends itself to being a CEO, like in the It Had To Be You series, a military commander, or even president.

In that regard, I wonder if it would fall into the same vein of story to have Steve be running for some sort of 'office' but in a kind of dystopian country as the non-corrupt candidate who is in danger due to political/military pressures between opponents?

Say...maybe John Walker could be the smooth-talking but selfish alt runner? Bucky and Steve and Walker used to serve in the armed forces under an equally corrupt dictator figure...say, Ross, perhaps? Then Steve broke away--like the Nomad persona--until he emerged to run against Walker with a faction of the military's support.

So you're hired as part of Bucky's security team first, but since Bucky is with Steve so much, you're very recognizable to Steve. There could be a minor attack at a public event where you throw yourself in front of Bucky (who threw himself in front of Steve), and the real surprise to them is that you want to return without hesitation once recovered.

After a completely professional, stone-faced few months, Steve wins the election.

The night's celebrations go on till the wee hours; you keep a keen eye on your charges even though it's the first time either has seen you in a formal gown instead of a plain suit. When the results are actually announced on the TV, Steve is struck by seeing you smile and get emotional for the first time. It warms his heart to see you proud of him. It's a relief to know you don't just stick around as an employee. You actually believe in him and what he's doing.

fucking swoon

I'm not sure whether I'd write this as Stucky x reader or Steve with reader and Bucky as a friend, honestly, but I feel like after Steve (and maybe Bucky) turn in at their hotel room after all that partying, you're the guard at the door.

Steve debates inviting you inside because he's so curious to know more about you personally.

He opens the door, but you're not there. Sam Wilson is. He took over the shift so you could get out of your heels.

Steve makes up some shitty excuse to need your room number, fusses over going to talk to you alone, maybe says Bucky will come with him as protection instead (since at very least Buck is sus of Steve's interest).

You answer the door sans jewelry and shoes but with the dress still on. He can come in if he helps with the zipper and buttons down the back. For such big hands, his fingers are nimble as they work the delicate fastenings.

ope, swooned again

And then...ya know...this is all very tempting since the night has been charged with adrenaline and hope, so...yeah...

Steve goes in for a kiss and more.

🥴

Idk. Probably. Something like that. Is that close enough to mob/mafia? Not my wheelhouse so this is likely the best I can do...

Can y'all help me? You want stucky or just stevie?? Promise that the politics is more of a background thing, but it's the only scenario I could work with in their canon dynamic/personalities.

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A Seat at the Round Table (2)

Mob!Stucky x Female Reader

Rated T

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Ever since your mishap with your father a few days ago he had kept an extra watchful eye on you. Or rather, an extra set of eyes that went by the name Lemar. Lemar and John were apparently old buddies. You were used to John’s presence, although it was grating. Lemar was a new variable. He was funnier and more lighthearted than John, but still took his job looking after you very seriously.

That was how you found yourself out at a Starbucks sitting by yourself sipping on a pink drink with raspberry syrup, trying to ignore the two men in all black standing at the corners of the room.

“You look lonely, sugar,” a slightly familiar voice came from behind you and you tilted your head to see Sharon approach right before she slid into the seat across from you, hands curled around a steaming cardboard cup. You sighed. You supposed if you couldn’t interact with normal people you may as well learn to interact with your father’s colleagues.

“You’re very observant,” you muttered sarcastically.

“Hard to make friends with those two knuckleheads following you around, yeah?” Despite your initial hesitance, you were desperate for human contact and girl talk. So you threw your hesitation out the window and leaned your elbows on the table in front of you.

“You wouldn’t believe the last time I had a friend to hang out with. These guys do background checks on every person I interact with and almost nobody makes the cut. I had to stop attending yoga because one of the regulars had a public indecency charge from his college days,” you rolled your eyes at your father’s (and bodyguards’) antics, and the woman in front of you let out a light laugh.

“I’m glad they haven’t tried to come remove me from your presence then,” she huffed and you sighed.

“I assume it’s because my father knows you. Usually it’s just John but now Lemar is also guarding me. So it’s even harder now,” you took a sip from the straw and savored the tangy sweetness of the drink.

“That might be because of me,” Sharon didn’t even look abashed, only slightly apologetic as she looked up at you from under curled lashes.

“Why would you think that?” You wondered aloud, an insistent nagging feeling nudging at your brain. It was saying Sharon might be dangerous and you should avoid her… But you were wild with wanting emotional connection and verbal communication with another person who wasn’t being paid to be around you.

“Well I told my bosses about you, and now they’re intrigued. They want to meet you,” her eyes sparkled and you got an anxious bubble in your stomach at the thought of the mysterious Arthur and Merlin wanting to meet you.

“Why would they want to meet me?” The words tumbled out of your mouth and Sharon turned her shark grin on you.

“When I told them how lovely you were, they couldn’t help but be curious. When I told them you were blissfully unaware of your father’s criminal activity, they were even more interested,” Sharon watched as you paled, taking a shaky sip of your fruity drink.

“Criminal activity?” You asked once you had wet your dry mouth. Sharon took a sip of her drink and nodded, looking down at you with what you imagined was false pity. You were sure she was toying with you.

For once, you wished your guards were a bit closer.

“You see he stole from the bosses. He stole a lot of money from them,” Sharon paused and you had a feeling she was gauging your reactions and watching you very closely.

“I didn’t have anything to do with that,” you whispered meekly. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” You tried to subtly make eye contact with John or Lemar but they were out of your vision and you ended up locking eyes with Sharon again.

“Of course not, darling. I know you’re innocent. And the bosses wouldn’t want me hurting you to get to him,” you narrowed your eyes at that last sentence. You didn’t know anything about Sharon, her bosses, or their morals. You knew your father was not a great man, and you were now fearing that that was coming back to bite him… and you.

“Don’t get up.” So, Sharon was watching you. She saw you fidgeting. “Not yet.”

“What do you want from me?” You tried to keep your voice from quivering, but you weren’t sure if you succeeded.

“Look, I’m going to be straight with you. Your father stole money from some of the most powerful people in the city, and he has to give it back. If he can’t, or wont…” Sharon trailed off and tilted her head, catlike.

“I understand,” you muttered. “What does that have to do with me?”

“I like you, Y/N. I’m offering you to stay at my place until your father’s business is settled. It might not be safe in your home right now.”

“You frighten me, Sharon,” you had finished your drink, but you wished you had something to fidget with other than the sleeves of your fluffy winter coat. “I feel a lot like your offer is sending me from the frying pan into the fire.”

“And you are brave to admit you’re scared. I admire that about you. But remember that you shouldn’t cower in the face of your fear. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” You scoffed at her words.

“I don’t think Nelson Mandela was talking about moving in with threatening strangers and ditching my armed guards when he said that,” you replied and Sharon rolled her eyes.

“Fine, if you’re going to be scared you can at least be smart about it. Think about your options. Call me at this number tonight if you want a ride over. You’ll want to pack for a few days,” Sharon handed you a piece of paper with a telephone number scratched onto it in clean writing, and went off into the crowds waiting outside the Starbucks.

You spent the day in your thoughts. The entire drive home and throughout your afternoon tasks you couldn’t get Sharon off of your mind. Would there be a hit out on your dad? Was your house even safe? You glanced at the clock. Four and forty minutes. You still had time before your father was back. Lemar was taking an early meal break, which meant only John was waiting outside your bedroom door.

Quiet as a mouse, you grabbed the largest duffel bag you could find and stuffed it with a few outfits, pajamas, and toiletries from your en suite bathroom. Gnawing on your lip, you debated whether or not you were making a rash decision.

“The brave man conquers his fear, the brave man conquers his fear, the brave man, fuck it!” You dialed the number Sharon wrote down and waited while it rang.

“That you, sweetheart?” her voice lilted upwards. She was pleasantly surprised to hear from you.

“It’s me,” you whispered. “John is just outside my room and Lemar is on break. But I think you’re right that I need somewhere to stay and lay low for a little.”

“I’m sending a good friend of mine to get you, I’m a little busy with the bosses at the moment. He goes by Sam Wilson, I trust him with my life. I’ll send you a picture of what he looks like.”

“But how will I get out without John noticing?” You hadn’t sneaked out ever without the assistance of a guard. Without one you weren’t sure if you could do it.

“What does your bedroom window face?” You could hear Sharon typing away, likely messaging Sam Wilson to be on his way.

“It’s south-facing, towards the street.” You eyed the window in question, the drapes looking awfully delicate to make a rope with.

“Open it, when Sam gets there throw your bag down to him first. He’ll get it into the car. Use your fitted sheet and top sheet to make a longer rope and you’ll have to shimmy down. Think you can do it?” You nodded hesitantly before realizing she couldn’t see you and you muttered a nervous affirmation. “He’ll be there in five. Be ready.”

With that, Sharon hung up and you rushed to rip your sheets off and tie the corners into a knot. You went about fastening it to the bottom of your bed frame before opening your window and looking down the two stories to the grassy yard below.

“The brave woman conquers her fears. The brave woman conquers her fears. The brave woman-” You were cut off by your phone vibrating. A quick glance showed an unknown number, but you answered it anyway.

“Hello?” You asked, voice low to avoid alerting John.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,” the voice on the other end was smiling, you could tell, and when you looked out of your window to see Sam WIlson standing below with his phone to his ear, you could see that he was grinning.

You made quick work of throwing your duffel down to him before climbing down your precarious makeshift rope.

“You doing okay?” Sam asked as you hurried towards his car, bag in hand.

“Could be better,” you mumbled and he let out a chuckle as he got into the driver’s seat and sped off down the street.

“You’ll feel better once we get to Sharon’s. She got pizza and margs. We’ll keep you safe.”

“Safe,” you muttered. Safe was a luxury you weren’t sure you’d feel again in the near future.

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pairing: mob!bucky barnes x wife!reader, mob!steve rogers x reader

request: combination of two requests

“can it be mob!bucky x wife! reader where bucky is fucking the reader and steve(buckys right hand man) walks in to talk to him about a problem it can be anything and bucky doesn’t stop and talks to steve while continuing to fuck the reader and talk the problem and so on” - @slasherbucky

“i was wondering if you could do it where it's you and bucky for like half of the story then steve joins in after finding you and him.” - anonymous

word count: 2.5k

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, public(ish) sex, threesome, oral (m receiving), masturbation, swearing, multiple orgasms, praise kink, dirty talk, degradation, minors DNI

You adjusted the lace on your torso, then you closed the trench coat again. You crossed your legs as you waited. You were starting to get impatient.

You heard heavy footsteps on the other side of the door. The door knob started to turn, so you sat up.

The door opened slowly, and the room was filled with the sound of Bucky’s voice. He was on the phone. “No, that is unacceptable. Tell him that is our highest offer.” He demanded.

You squirmed on the desk. You loved it when Bucky was authoritative. Bucky’s eyes went wide as he saw you. “I…uhhh—I’m going to have to call you back.” He said, quickly hanging up the phone.

He turned around, closing the door behind him. His eyes were drawn to where your trench coat stopped. “Hi there, sweetheart.” He said, softly as he stopped right in front of you.

“I wanted to surprise you.” You said, as you opened the buttons. Bucky’s voice got stuck in his throat as he realized what you were wearing. “There’s my beautiful wife. What’s the matter? Did you miss me, huh? You miss my big cock?” He asked. His voice was low and husky; his words went straight to your core.

You just nodded as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “First, we have to get rid of this.” He said, pulling the coat off your shoulders. His eyes raked down your chest, admiring your lingerie set. “Please,” you mumbled.

He shushed you as he grabbed your hips. He rubbed his thumbs over the lacy fabric. Goosebumps popped up on your skin wherever he touched you. “As pretty as this little set is, there is something much prettier under it.” He said, quickly unfastening all the straps.

“Now you look much better.” He said, admiring your naked form. His hands found their resting spot on your hips; his thumbs massaged your skin. One of his hands drifted down to your thigh. You whimpered, biting down on your lip.

Bucky’s eyes snapped up to meet yours. He immediately noticed the neediness in your eyes. After all, you hadn’t come down to office for him to tease you.

He leaned in closer to you, until his lips were millimeters away from your ear. “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” He whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

You quickly nodded your head, waiting for his response. His lips curved upward, forming a smirk. “Good because I was having a hard time stopping myself.” He chuckled. He quickly shrugged off his jacket and took off his shirt.

Getting impatient, you reached out and undid his belt. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” He said. He could feel his pants continue to tighten as he watched you.

You finally pushed down his dress pants, letting them fall to the floor. He kicked them off and pulled off his boxers. You continued to squirm, growing more impatient by the second.

Bucky walked to the other side of the desk, standing where his chair normally was. He grabbed your shoulders and quickly turned you around to face him. This way, he could keep an eye on the door.

With one swoop, he pushed everything off his desk and onto the floor. “Lay back for me.” He said, letting his hand wrap around his hard cock. He pumped himself a few times, letting curses fall from his lips.

You leaned your weight against the desk. He grabbed both your legs, wrapping them around his waist. “Look at you, soaked already.” He said, prodding your entrance with his tip.

He didn’t tease for long, quickly sinking into you. A loud moan escaped your lips after finally feeling Bucky where you needed him. His large hand quickly covered your mouth as he began to thrust into you quicker. “Do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

Bucky was always looking for your new kinks. You quickly shook your head no. “Then, maybe I just fuck you so good that you can’t contain yourself?” He said, cockily. Another moan came out, being muffled against his hand.

He used his other hand to hold onto your hips. The desk creaked with every thrust. You were worried it might break as Bucky relentlessly pounded into you.

Your slick folds let him slide in and out of you with ease. “You feel so perfect, like you were made for me.” Bucky groaned, finally uncovering your mouth. You bit down on your lip, trying your best to stay quiet.

“I’m really close,” you mumbled between gasps for air. Bucky, of course, already knew that. He knew your body like no one else. Your eyes fluttered closed, as you felt your stomach begin to tighten.

You were brought out of your gaze by a knock on the door. Your eyes went wide, looking at Bucky for answers. “Don’t worry,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he would just ignore his visitor.

“Come in,” Bucky called out, making your heart race. He chuckled at the bewildered look on your face. The door opened and Bucky’s right-hand-man, Steve, walked in. Steve seemed equally as shocked.

He quickly focused his gaze on the ground, feeling like he shouldn’t look at what was happening in front of him. “I can come back.” He mumbled quickly. You quickly looked between Bucky and Steve.

Steve’s face was bright red, but Bucky seemed to be enjoying himself. “You clearly needed something, Rogers. Out with it, and look at me when we’re talking.” Bucky barked, continuing to thrust into you. You crossed your arms, trying to cover your bare chest. You bit down on your lip, trying to not cum in front of Bucky’s coworker.

“Uhh…Johnson and his team want to back out on the deal.” Steve said, fixing his gaze on Bucky. His eyes quickly flickered down to meet yours for a millisecond before looking back at Bucky. “That is absolutely unacceptable, and he’s bluffing.” Bucky said, completely ignoring how you were squeezing around him.

They both continued to talk, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold yourself back. “That’ll be all, Rogers.” Bucky said, fixing his gaze back on you.

You glanced over at Steve when you didn’t hear footsteps. He was frozen in place; his eyes focused on the look of pleasure on your face.

Bucky clicked his tongue, which he always did when he was thinking. You didn’t notice, you were too busy trying to not combust from embarrassment.

“Unless, you’d rather stay,” Bucky said. You glared at Bucky, shooting daggers. You shook your head, trying to let him know you were close. “Cum, sweetheart. He wants to see it.” Bucky told you, picking up his pace.

You shook your head, begging him to not make you cum. You took deep breaths and tried to distract yourself. He moved one hand down to draw circles on your clit with his thumb.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tightly shut your eyes. “Ohh—ohhhhh, Bucky.” You called out, cumming around him. He came not long after you.

Steve was still standing completely still, unsure about what he was seeing. Bucky pulled out of you, brushing your hair out of your face.

Then, he looked towards Steve. “What’s wrong, Rogers? Do you want to fuck my wife?” Bucky asked. Both yours and Steve’s head snapped up to look at Bucky.

“No no no, sir. Nothing like that.” Steve rushed through the words. He turned to leave the room but Bucky stopped him. “Relax, man. I wasn’t yelling at you. It was a genuine question.” Bucky said, smirking. As wrong as it was, it turned your insides to jelly. You had always thought Steve was attractive. “I don’t understand…” Steve started to say. You didn’t exactly know what was going on either.

“Listen, I don’t blame you. She’s got the tightest little cunt, just like heaven.” Bucky said, looking down at you with an adoring expression. He let his hands land on your hips, tracing different shapes on your skin.

Your attention was taken away from Bucky when you heard a choked moan escape Steve’s throat. You and Bucky quickly looked in his direction and noticed his furrowed eyebrows and tightened pants. “You thinking about her?” Bucky asked. Steve looked at you with a guilty expression before nodding his head.

With his eyes on you again, Bucky leaned closer to you. “What do you think about giving Steve a little taste of what it’s like to fuck you?” He asked you. As turned on as he was, Bucky would only go through with this if you were okay with it. A small whimper escaped you. “Does that turn you on?” He asked even though he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” you mumbled softly. Bucky nodded his head. “You heard her, Rogers. Get over here.” He beckoned his friend. Steve eagerly walked towards the both of you. His gaze rolled down your naked body before refocusing his eyes to look into yours. “One rule: you don’t cum in her.” Bucky said, patting Steve on the back.

Steve stood in front of you, still unsure of what to do. “You two go ahead. I’m just gonna watch.” Bucky said, as he sat down in his office chair. You watched as his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping himself.

You noticed the hesitancy in Steve’s eyes. You grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. You were desperate to know what he tasted like. He hummed contently as his lips met yours. You tasted sweet, just like he always imagined.

“Touch me, Steve.” You said, noticing his rigid posture. He let his hands rest on your hips, still playing it safe. You needed more. Using his tie, you pulled him even closer until he was pressed up against you. He felt his pants tighten even more as he realized you were both naked and pressed up against him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist. Steve let out a throaty moan as you began to grind your naked core onto his growing erection. “That’s it,” Bucky said, breathlessly.

You felt like your skin was on fire; you had Steve pushed against where you needed him most and Bucky’s grunts bounced off the walls.

“More,” you begged him, repositioning his hands to cup your breasts. He massaged the skin with his hands, now getting more comfortable. You jutted your hips against him, whimpering.

“You hear that noise, Rogers? Look how needy she is. Now, you fuck her. Give her what she wants.” Bucky instructed. Bucky giving Steve instructions only turned you on more. Steve pulled out of the kiss to look back at Bucky. He was still worried.

Bucky groaned before standing up. “What? You don’t believe me. Ask her what she wants.” He told him. Steve turned around to face you again. Before he could say anything, you spoke. “I really need to you fuck me, please. Fill me up, Steve.” You begged.

Steve hesitated. Even with Bucky’s permission, he felt like it was crossing a line to fuck your best friend’s wife. “Whats wrong, Rogers? Do you need some help? You can’t handle her all by yourself?” Bucky asked, pulling Steve away from you.

He grabbed your hand and laid you down longways on his desk. “Lay down, sweets.” Bucky told you, softly. You looked up at the ceiling as you waited. Bucky pushed Steve, so he was standing down by your legs before returning right next to you.

“Sweetheart, would you like to suck my cock while Steve fucks you?” He asked. You quickly nodded your head, not even trying to hide your eagerness. With a smirk on his face, Bucky stood behind your head. You opened your mouth, waiting for Bucky.

He slowly slid his length into your mouth, being careful with the new angle. You let your lips wrap around him, causing him to groan. As you were adjusting to his size, Steve pushed himself into you.

You moaned against Bucky’s cock. “Oh yes, honey. You love being filled up, don’t you?” Bucky asked rhetorically. Steve grabbed ahold of your hips, holding you steady as he pulled all the way out and then slammed back into you. Your eyes fluttered closed instantly.

“Talk to her.” Bucky told Steve. Now that he was deep inside of you, Steve wasn’t as shy. “Baby girl, you are so fucking tight. You’re squeezing my cock so well.” He moaned, snapping his hips against yours. Bucky began fucking your throat, watching you fall apart quickly.

Your legs were already shaking. “Look at you, such a good slut for us. You were just begging to have all your holes filled up.” Bucky moaned. Steve moved his hand and began drawing tight circles on your clit. You moaned around Bucky as you got filled up with both their throbbing cocks.

You mumbled, trying to let them both know you were about to cum. None of the words that came out of your mouth were coherent, but Bucky knew just what you meant.

“She’s close. Can’t you feel it, Rogers?” He said, his thrusts faltering. You moaned, squirming against the desk. “I’m close too, sweetheart.” Bucky before cumming in your mouth.

You swallowed and licked around his cock. He pulled himself out of you, gently stroking your head. “Finish her off, Rogers.” He commanded.

Steve quickened his pace, looking down at you. You met his gaze, watching as his face scrunched up. “C’mere,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him on top of you. You were both now fully on top of Bucky’s desk, going at it like rabbits.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you know exactly what you want.” Bucky said, admiring you. You cupped Steve’s face, kissing him as you neared your peak. “Go ahead,” Steve mumbled against your lips.

You came, violently squeezing against his cock. He quickly pulled out of you, switching to his fingers. He came all over your stomach, as he used his fingers to coax you down from your high.

You both panted, completely breathless. Steve pulled himself off the desk, going to grab his clothes. You sat up, and Bucky cupped your face, kissing you. “You did so good.” He praised against your lips.

You pulled out of the kiss to take a breath, and he peppered kisses on your sweaty face. You glanced over at Steve as he buttoned his shirt back up. “Go ahead,” Bucky told you.

“Thank you, Steve.” You said, innocently. He chuckled, a smile spreading across his face. “You are so welcome.” He told you. You smiled, pulling Bucky in for another kiss.

“Hey, Rogers. The missus and I don’t have plans tonight, if you want to come over. I think she would appreciate it.” Bucky said, smirking. Steve focused his gaze on you. “Anything for you, baby girl.” He said, before leaving the room.

You giggled, kissing Bucky eagerly. “So did you have a good time? I know I did.” He told you, kissing you back.

“Such a good time. I’m glad I surprised you for lunch.” You said, with a giant smirk on your face.

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Taken: Part 3

Your brother had officially been invoked and welcomed into the ranks of the Barnes and Rogers ‘foot-soldier army,’ which subjected you to the comments of your aunt about finding your brother trapped in a cycle of violence that was too intense for a boy like him.

You hadn’t seen or heard from the two men who sent that goon after you to bring you to them to talk, and for that, you were grateful. Or at least, you were momentarily thankful because when you had arrived at work a few days after you had kicked him in the nuts, the bar was suspiciously empty.

You were only told as much as the other two bartenders who were going to be working alongside you, and from what you had heard, the whole place was being rented for an ‘event.’

“An event? What kind of event? There’s nothing here but a bar, a pitiful dance floor and a few TVs for whatever game is playing.” You asked one of the other bartenders, only getting a shrug in return.

However, it wasn’t even a half-hour later until you had gotten your answer when your brother walked through the door with a large group of people you were sure had worked for Barnes and Rogers.

The ‘seriously’ you aimed at Peter had earned you a response of ‘it wasn’t my idea’ before he was led to a table near the back, and you were left with a sour expression on your face.

“That’s your brother, Parker?” one of the other bartenders raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Kinda small to be running with the Barnes and Rogers, isn’t he?” He wasn’t condescending but instead raising an observation about your brother’s somewhat lanky build and shorter stature.

“He may look small, but Peter is quick. And he’s brilliant. He’s too smart to be doing this kind of shit, but he is-“ your attention was briefly stolen when the door creaked open, and the two ‘Kings of New York’ walked through the door. They had traded in their suits for jeans and some plain blasé shirts that did nothing to hide the strength they carried. It was only when they were wearing jeans that you were made aware of how long their legs were or the broad power that made them look imposing. You supposed that it was a testament to why they were hardly ever single; the two men were beautiful in their rights, but damn, did you find them irritating.

“Dumb and dumber,” you mumbled, leaning against the back of the bar counter when they approached, “there are more than 25,000 bars in New York City, and you just happened to choose this one?”

“Nice to see you again, doll.”

“Bite me, jackass.” You sneered.

“Is that an offer?” The brunette smirked and looked you up and down with a burning gaze.

“I’m sorry, but the fire code only allows for one entitled asshole in one building, and Peter is already filling that role. You’re going to have to leave.”

“Are you going to kick us out, sweetheart?” the blonde came to sit on one of the stools in front of the bar, his hands folded on the top.

“How’s that idiot you sent after me? His nuts recovered?” Your eyes narrowed, and you briefly looked past the two men in front of you to look at Peter, who was watching you with wide eyes. “Why are you here? I thought it was past your bedtime.”

“Y/N!” Peter hissed at you, his arms folded over his chest.

“Peter’s part of our-“

“Oh good,” you scoffed, “another young kid with an authority complex running around thinking he is bigger and better than everyone else. Not like there aren’t enough of those,” you fired that comment at Steve and Bucky, “running around.”

“You’ve got quite the tongue on you, honey.”

“Try and touch me. I have a reputation for kicking men in the balls-“

“You broke his testicle,” Steve answered you finally, drumming his fingers on the bar top.

“You broke a dude’s testicles? Shit!” the bartender to your left winced and subconsciously covered his crotch with one hand.

“testicle. One. Use your listening ears.” You turned your attention back to the two men. “He shouldn’t have touched me.”

“He shouldn’t have. And he faced the consequences.” You knew from Steve’s voice that he had done something unpleasant, and you didn’t even try to ask.

“You’re like a shitty knight in shining armour no one asked for.” You huffed, ignoring the way the other bartenders were looking at you like you had two heads or, at the very least, had lost your mind.

“You gonna get us drinks?”

“You have manners, dick?” You snapped, your eyes flashing.

“God, you’re mouthy.”Bucky grinned, clearly amused and not at all disturbed by your attitude.

“And you’re rude.” You tilt your head, eyeing them both with contemption.

“We’re just going to…get started over there. You got these two…handled.” The two men working with you had laughed to themselves, one of them shooting you a look as he passed.

“Thanks, ass.” You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off the back counter you were leaning on, and approached the front counter.

“Will you please,” Steve enunciated the word ‘please’ almost to the point of sarcasm, “get us some drinks, baby?”

“I am not your baby,” regardless of your irritation, you had a job to do, “what do you want?”

“Sorry, kitten,” Bucky apologized, “what do you have for whiskey and gin?”

“How much do you want to spend, and how quickly do you want to get drunk?” you asked, turning your back to the two of them to grab the two open bottles you had behind the bar. “These are cheap, but they’re good for the cost.”

“You gonna share a drink with us?” Steve asked, already reaching into his jean pocket for his wallet.

“A) I can’t drink on the job. B) I would rather jump off the Brooklyn bridge naked in the dead of winter than share a drink with you. But I’m sure if you leave and walk, I don’t know, maybe two blocks, you could find a strip club with women who would love to get their lips wet.”

“We own that, please-“

“Of course you do. Deplorable men with deplorable habits.” You set the bottles down before you had reached under the counter for two shot glasses.

“Are you suggesting strippers are deplorable?” Bucky asked, reaching for his shot glass, giving you a glimpse at the tattoos on his hands.

“No, just you.” You countered and stepped out of the way to let the other two bartenders come back with the rest of the drink orders.

“What do you have?” You leaned over and looked at the list before briefly glancing at the two men with burning blue eyes.

“You know he’s underage. You’re going to provide a 20-year-old with booze?” You nod your head in the direction of Peter, and the eyed the way he was sinking in his chair like he wanted to disappear.

“He’ll be fine.”

“The owner could lose their liquor licenses.” Your eyes had begun to narrow, as if you already knew what they were going to say.

“They’ll be fine,” Steve smirked into his glass.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You seethed, finishing one drink and sending it down. “You two are the owners?”

“As of last month.”

“I’m quitting then.”You groaned and crossed your arms over your chest. “I am not subjecting myself to work for you two.”

“Words hurt, baby.”

“I am not your baby, and you call me that one more time and I will stab you. I have access to sharp knives.” You scowled, working without even thinking, making the drinks that were drilled into your head.

“Put the claws away, kitten. We’re teasing.” Bucky had reached out and grabbed the bottle from the counter and poured his drink while you were busy, adding more than should have been used.

“I suppose because you’re the boss you think you don’t have to pay for that.” You took a moment to rest after the drinks were handed out, and new shot glasses filled appropriately were sitting in front of them.

“Perks of owning a bar.”

“That’s right. You also own one-two block away. Go bother them.” You set your white cloth down on the counter and swiped your phone from under the counter, slipping it into your pocket.

“I’m going outside.” You muttered and moved away from the counter, stepping through the back to head to the back door.

You had just sat down on the bucket you used for a seat when your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You rolled your eyes when you saw who it was and had been tempted to ignore it, but the more time you spent on a phone call, the less time you had to be in their presence.

“What do you want?” You weren’t just annoyed because of the two men who seemed destined to push you past your limit, but rather because your latest ex had been calling you incessantly in the last few days.

“I want to talk.” His deep voice filtered through the phone, and you could hear the sound of processed gunfire blasting from the TV.

“Are you playing that stupid game again, Zack?” You groaned and rested your head against the brick wall.

“NO,” he answered forcefully, “Steph is.”

“Oh good, Steph is there.” You scoffed.

“I want to talk about us-“

“While you’re with the ex you cheated on me with? Are you stupid?” You felt a headache coming on. You felt your head starting to pound, and you didn’t know what exactly was the cause of your pain.

Was it the two pricks in the bar, or was it the dick trying to get back together with you while hanging out with the woman he cheated on you with?

“Why are all the men in my life losers?” You groaned and kicked a stone by your left foot, watching it roll away a few inches before stopping.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Zack grunts from the other line. “I am not a loser-“

“No, of course not. You’re just screwing one ex-girlfriend while trying to get back with another ex-girlfriend. Real class act.”

“Y/N-!” You hung up the phone and shoved it back in your pocket before you stood and rolled your shoulders back. You stood and entered the bar through the back door. You moved to the front of the bar and walked behind the counter, slipping your phone back onto the wood shelf.

“Zack again?”

“And take a wild guess who he was with?” You grit your teeth and bend down to grab a new sanitized cloth from the bucket under the counter. You wrung it out and slapped it on top of the wood, and started wiping it down. “Who thought it was a good idea to try and get back with their ex while currently screwing the ex he cheated on his first girlfriend with?”

“Wow.”

“What an I say? I attract losers.” You lift your head and noticed the two sets of eyes settle on you, the men watching you as you conversed. “Prime example sitting over there.”

“They may be bastards, but at least they tip well.” He said, sliding over a thick stack of bills that would cover at least half of your rent, the folded bills held together by an elastic.

“I’m not taking that. You take it. You need it more. You’re the one having a kid.”

“They’ll probably shoot me if I try and take this.” He slid it back to you again, attempting to give it you instead of taking it.

“I’d like to see them fucking try.”You grabbed the cash and pushed it into the front pocket of his jeans, making sure to retain eye contact with them as you did so.

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TALKING BIRD Series Masterlist

Title: Talking Bird

Summary: Sometimes when you stare into the dark, the darkness stares back in kind. You’ve been living in hell the past three years, so you’re familiar with the look of devils—so you think. They see darkness in you, and they’re determined to make you embrace it. As soon as your good-for-nothing husband is out of the way.

Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky

WARNINGS: DUBCON, Murder, violence, General criminal activity, Manipulation, Abuse (past abuse, but still), Abuse victim reader, Dubcon, Gaslighting, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 [end.]

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imaginativeavengers · 2 years

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The Missing Piece: Part 1

Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess. When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more interesting.

Summary: Its time for you to move on from your job that is causing you complete misery, an interview within a classy company in Manhattan has responded to your interest but troubles with your ex-boyfriend come calling around too. Luckily for you a mysterious stranger offers you some kind advice and another assists after a clumsy mistake.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: talk of toxic work environment, talk of toxic previous relationship, talk of threesome and eventual poly relationship, slow build, slow burn, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, job interview, under 18s dni minor

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It was a brisk Autumnal wind that was bellowing through the open window of your apartment that finally roused you from your deep slumber. A grimace pulled across your features as you clumsily picked up your phone from the small table beside the bed where it was charging and saw that your alarm would sound off in a mere few minutes.There were a few moments of silence where you checked your unread notifications, thumbing through your lock screen before throwing the device down onto the warm sheets beside you and pulling yourself up from the warm comfort of your bed.

You resigned to sitting on the edge of your bed and rubbing your tired eyes for a few moments. It gave you a second to think about the type of day that you had before you. You weren’t needed at your regular office job today because you had booked it off, that was all because you had an interview at another firm in the city. You were nervous about this interview because you felt like it needed to go right so that you could get away from your hellish work environment.

It wasn’t like the people that you worked with wasn’t nice, but your boss was a real piece of work. It was like he was always making these inappropriate little comments, and it had grown increasingly more common over these last couple of months. The moment that this job opportunity of Personal Assistant opened at Lewinski & Charles, you had jumped on the opportunity at applying, and they had eagerly responded to your interest.

The email on your phone had informed you that you were going to be having a meeting with one of the main partners named Timothy Lewinski. You had done your own research with him being such a big businessman in New York there was an abundance of information that you had found on him. He was 41 years old and born in Brooklyn, married to a woman named Leticia with two beautiful daughters who were about to go off to college themselves called Reni and Frey. Timothy was a very active philanthropist who even owned his own charity that saw to putting underprivileged kids through college.

From what you could find online, it appeared that Timothy seemed a very nice man. You hoped that kindness extended to the workplace too. All that you knew right now was that you needed to get away from your own work environment, away from how your boss Rupert Tane would practically corner you in the kitchen, almost demanding to know your plans for the weekend and how after every time you explained you were busy, he would ensure to overload you with work.

You had decided to get up early to prepare yourself; the interview wasn’t going to be until later in the afternoon, which meant you had some time to yourself.

Like most days, you started with a steamy shower; however, with your morning being clear of any tasks, it meant you could take your time with taking care of your body, lathering yourself with soapy suds and thoroughly cleansing yourself from any sleep that clung to your form. As you wrapped yourself in a towel, you entered the small kitchen area of your apartment, popping some bread into the toaster and waiting patiently whilst you scrolled through your phone to see some messages from your friends and your mother.

With a soft sigh, you placed down the device on the side and buttered your toast, applying a healthy amount of jam and then wandering to sit on your comfy little loveseat in the corner of your apartment. Sometimes you wondered why you even purchased a TV because you were so much more interested in the outside world that passed by your big bay window - in the whole of our rundown apartment, that was one of the things that you loved the most.

It was your window to the outside world; you had witnessed so many different events from outside of it. The spring always brought couples embracing so loved up they hardly paid attention to the world around them. In Autumn, it brought children splashing in big puddles. In the Summer, it brought alley cats rolling on the strikingly hot pavement and in the Winter, it brought cars slowly creepy down the icy roads afraid of any sudden movements.

A soft buzzing finally made you snap back to reality. You rose from your seat and crossed the room to take hold of your phone, glancing at the screen to see that the caller had withheld their number. A sigh formed on your lips as you answered it, expecting it to be some call centre or maybe a robot trying to scam you, but the voice on the other side of the phone startled you.

“Good morning, my name is Officer Danes; I’m calling from the 78th Precinct.” You could feel your heart skipping in your chest. “We currently have your boyfriend, Oliver Saxon-Khan, in our lockup.” Even at the mention of his name, you felt your jaw clench uncomfortably tight. “He was arrested last night for public intoxication and disturbance of the peace.”

A hum slipped from your lips. “I see…” You muttered, moving away from the kitchen counter. “I understand that you probably don’t care about this, but Oliver isn’t my boyfriend anymore.” You explained, and the officer huffed down the speaker of the phone.

“Listen, I can’t release him from the cell without someone to pay his fine.” He informed you then, and it made your shoulders square in anger. “The kid has lost his wallet somewhere, so he’s asked for us to call you. I’m sorry to do this to you, ma’am. Could you come down to the precinct at some point this morning to pay his fine?”

Every inch of your body was screaming at you to decline and hang up, just leave Oliver to deal with the situation himself, get his Ma to head down to the station to pay his fine instead and let him deal with her reprimand him the whole way home for letting his life fall apart, but instead your voice responded. “Yes, sir. I’ll be down as soon as I can.”

It certainly wasn’t in your monthly planned budget to bail out your ex-boyfriend from the cells. You would need to dip into your savings pot which was looking less and less healthy each time you glanced in its direction. You knew deep in your gut that Oliver wasn’t going to pay you back, even though he was still living off his parent's money on the Upper East Side and you were barely scraping by in your tiny one-bed apartment in Brooklyn, which still swallowed half of your income in rent each month.

Still, you pulled yourself together and got dressed into some of your comfy clothes, knowing how long this process could take sometimes based on the fact that you had bailed Oliver out a few times now, especially when you were a couple and woken up in the night because there had been an altercation at a bar, public intoxication, the last time you had been called to the station was after he was arrested for public indecency when a police officer had caught him fucking a prostitute in the back of his car and that the was the last time you called Oliver your boyfriend too.

It wasn’t a long walk from where you lived to get to the precinct, choosing to take a short trip through Prospect Park on your way. It was nice to be out of your apartment for a little while, and whilst you were walking past all the joggers, you could almost convince yourself that you were having a normal morning and weren’t heading to rescue your disaster of an ex-boyfriend.

You wandered up the steps into the precinct and glanced around, trying to discern where you needed to be before seeing a front desk and approach. “Hi there…” The plump woman sitting behind the desk glanced up at you through her thick-rimmed glasses as her nimble fingers halted on her keyboard. “I was called earlier because you have my… because I need to pay the fine for Oliver Saxon-Khan so that he can be released?” It was like your question hung in the air for a moment, and for a second, you thought you might need to repeat yourself.

A tender sigh caught in her throat than before she clacked her fingers against the keyboard once again before replying. “Mr Saxon-Khan is still in processing at the moment.” Your brows creased softly. “We had some software changes over the weekend, and that has meant the processing has been slow.” She explained before shrugging her shoulders. “You can pay the fine now, but you’ll need to wait to see your boyfriend.”

“He’s not…” It was a losing battle trying to explain that Oliver was no longer your boyfriend. “It doesn’t matter. I understand.” Then nod your head. “Can I pay the fine now then?” You asked softly, pulling out your wallet, and she tapped her fingers on the keyboard a few more times before replying. “The fine is $345.00” Your eyes widened as you looked down at your wallet at all your different cards. You were going to have to spread this cost across a few cards. “Do you want to take a moment?” She almost sensed your apprehension, and you nodded softly at her.

As you spun around, you headed across the room, placing your wallet down on the shelf beside the water machine and beginning to fill up a cup with some icy water. For a moment, you just stood there, drinking the water whilst trying to figure out in your mind if you had enough money in each account to cover the fine. Even if you could, it would leave you completely empty on funds, and if Oliver didn’t pay you back, how were you going to survive to the end of the month.

Just then, you finished your drink, dropping the little cup into the trash beside the water machine and turning about to head back in the direction of the front desk when a soft voice came from behind you. “Hey, sweetheart…” You turned to see a tall blonde holding your purse out in your direction. You blinked a few times before reaching forward and accepting it from him, thankfully. “Wouldn’t wanna forget that, would you?” He smirked at you in an almost playful manner.

For a moment, you just allowed your eyes to scan over his face, almost in awe of his sharp features, those smouldering green-blue eyes that were observing the way that you were looking at him, those full lips that were surrounded by a strong jaw of stubble, his pink tongue darted out to wet them before saying. “Sweetheart, do you need to sit down for a second?” He offered to gesture to the seat beside him.

“N-No, I’m alright. I just… I’m here trying to help out my ex-boyfriend.” You explained you didn’t even know why you were telling this stranger this information. “That sounds really shitty.” He responded tightly before standing and using the water machine, holding it out in your direction. “Take a minute. Take a seat.” He commanded, and you followed his lead, accepting the water and taking a seat as you drank it slower this time. “You’re helping out your ex-boyfriend; you still have a thing for him or something?”

Almost instantly, you shook your head. “No, it isn’t… it isn’t like that.” You responded quickly. “He just… he doesn’t really have any family that he can call on and…” “And you’re just too nice to let him rot away in a cell?” A tender sigh escaped your lips as you pinched the bridge of your nose to try and stave off your impending headache.

“If you really wanna have a clean break from this guy, then you’re gonna have to eventually stop coming to his rescue, sweetheart.” The wisdom was a little too relevant for you, and it made you frown as you stared down at your feet.“I know.” You squeaked softly. He chuckled softly from beside you. “My name is Steve, by the way…” He held his hand out in your direction, and you took a moment admiring the beautiful array of rings that painted his digits, different sizes and stones encrusted into each. “It’s nice to meet you.” He said softly as you shook his hand and informed him of your name in return.

“Mr Rogers.” A voice came from across the room as an officer approached, followed by a leggy redhead. “Detective Danvers has finished her questioning, and Ms Romanov is free to leave.” As much as you tried not to listen, you couldn’t help but wonder what they had been questioning this woman about, but instead, you just kept your eyes down on the linoleum floor.

The redhead rubbed her wrists softly to try and soothe the red marks from the cuffs that had clearly made the little indents against her pale skin. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” She turned, and the blonde rose from beside you about to walk away when he turned and placed a warm hand on your shoulder. “Keep your head up, sweetheart. A face like that is too pretty not to be smiling.” He informed you with a wink before turning on his heel and stalking across the room with his friend.

A tight breath pulled from your lips as you stepped up and wandered across the room, informing the officer on the front desk you were ready to pay the fine, and she waited patiently as you used almost all your cards to make the payment for Oliver. “He’s just finishing up processing now if you want to wait over there…” She gestured over again to the chairs.

As you turned, you wondered how much longer you might be waiting around for Oliver to be released before noticing that a waify blonde in a tight pantsuit was observing you from across the room whilst speaking quietly with a regular officer. The woman stirred her coffee slowly whilst eyeing you suspiciously before finally she turned on her pointy heels and stalked down a hallway behind her.

Some time passed, and you used your time to scroll through your phone doing some more research into Lewinski & Charles whilst you waited for Oliver to be processed. It was the sound of footsteps approaching that finally made you turn your gaze up to see Oliver anxiously rubbing the back of his neck and then saying. “Hey, baby.” His voice was soft and soothing, but it made this pit of resentment grow deep in your stomach, and without any hesitation, you rose from the uncomfortable station chair and stalked from the building.

As you stomped down the sidewalk, Oliver’s voice came from behind you. “Will you wait up? Jesus, just stop.” He barked from behind you, and despite your better judgement, you did halt, spinning on your heel to look at him with a tempered look pressed across your features. “I didn’t want to drag you into this again, but I didn’t have anyone else that I could call.” He explained pathetically.

It was a terrible excuse that did nothing to quell this anger that was burning inside of you. “I really didn’t need a stunt like this today, Oliver.” Your voice remained firm. “I have an interview this afternoon that I’m already feeling really nervous about, and this whole ordeal took up my entire morning.” A frown found his lips whilst you crossed your arms over your chest. “This isn’t even to mention the money for the fine. Am I just going to have to swallow that too and not be able to afford anything for the rest of the month? I practically tapped out all my cards, Oliver.”

It was difficult speaking to Oliver about money because it meant very little to him. The idea of having to earn and budget his money was completely lost on him because it wasn’t a concept he had ever had to learn. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His voice was tight as he took a daring step in your direction. “I’ll get the money back to you.” Oliver made the promise that you knew was likely to be broken. “I just… I need to find my wallet first and… and get my mom to unfreeze my cards, but-”

Again, you were left with the feeling that Oliver didn’t understand what it meant to live in the real world because he had lived this sheltered life where everything had been handed to him. Unable to allow your mind to spin at this great chasm between both of your lives, you turned and began to stalk down the street again. “Wait, wait…” Oliver rushed behind. “Baby, I’m sorry.” His voice was tender as he blocked your path then. “I know that this isn’t great timing, but… I’ve been trying to call you. I wanted to explain myself for everything that happened.”

There was a fire in your eyes then, and you just let out a venomous huff and replied. “What is there left to explain, Oliver?” Your eyes met his glassy green eyes, blood-shot and confused from a night in the cells. “It is always the same thing every time, and nothing ever seems to get through to you because I’m always there to clean up all your messes and bail you out.” You stepped around him and continued. “I can’t keep doing this for you.”

It was this final statement that finally made Oliver stop advancing on you and instead just allowed you to stalk away from him. Your head was spinning, feeling such betrayal and anger coursing through you. When you had first met Oliver, you had been so enamoured by him, there was a bright spark of hope in his eyes that faded through the years. He had always aspired to be more than his family, but it seemed to you that he was just becoming them instead.

By the time that you arrived back at your apartment, you felt completely drained. There was a part of you who wanted to cancel this interview today, but you knew that you needed to get away from your current job. Instead, you glanced at your phone and checked how long you had to get ready and muttered a soft curse under your breath as you noticed it was now only a mere few hours.

It was lucky that you had been so organised the day prior as you had already decided what outfit that you were wearing, one of the few designer pieces that you owed, a stylish skirt and sweater combo with some heels to really set it off. You looked professional, or at least that was how you felt.

Before leaving your apartment again, you crammed your phone into your purse and rushed from the building. Your heels clicked against the sidewalk as you hastily walked towards the subway which you would take from Brooklyn to Manhattan, manoeuvring the streets, slipping between tourists and locals until you reached the impossibility tall office building where your interview would take place.

You entered the building and gazed around for a moment, using the sign with each business name plastered onto it to find out which floor you would be heading to. Gwyneth Finance, Barnes & Associates, Lewinski & Charles. That was the one, you took note of the floor and then spun around, colliding with a body in your action.

The sound of papers spilling and scattering to the ground was the outcome of your sudden movement, and along with your frame slipping to the ground, you gasped as you quickly began to collect them all up, pulling them into a pile. “I’m so sorry.” You apologised breathlessly. “I wasn’t looking…” Then glancing up to see a handsome dark-skinned man collecting up the papers. “Jesus, Sam…” A disgruntled voice came from behind him. “The papers can wait; help the pretty lady first…” Then a hand reached in your direction.

“Seems you got that covered…” Your eyes slowly trailed up the long set of legs that stood in front of you. A perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit fixed around a masculine frame, dripping in sleek style and matched by a face that held such beauty it left you breathless. An inquisitive set of crystal blue stayed fixed on your frame, and a delightful smirk set on his soft-looking lips, surrounded by a rugged beard that didn’t particularly match his perfectly manicured look but suited him along with his long brunette tresses that were tied back from his face.

“Did you hit your head, doll?” You were reminded that you had been seated on the ground for longer than was deemed normal and didn’t hesitate to slip your hand into his tattooed one that stretched in your direction. With little effort at all, this brunette helped you back to your feet and grabbed hold of your purse at the same time, slipping that into your hands when you were finally upright again. “Thank you…” The words tumbled from your lips stupidly before you huffed and shook your head, only making this handsome man in front of you chuckle. “I mean, I’m sorry… I totally wasn’t looking… I’ve got an interview, and I guess I just got wrapped up in my own head.”

He was still holding your hand in his own; it was warm and comforting wrapped around your fingers. “Don’t worry about Sam. He’s fine.” He commented, glancing over his shoulder as the man smirked as he wandered from the building to a waiting town car, but still, the brunette didn’t move an inch. “You here for business?” “An interview with Timothy Lewinski.” You explained with a tiny nod of your head, again it felt like this was the second time today that you were telling people business that you would normally keep to yourselves.

“How about I’ll show you to the elevator? That way, you might avoid colliding with anyone else.” He teased, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly as he slipped a hand to be resting on your lower back and escorting you across the foyer and pressed the button for the elevator as the two of you waited. He continued. “I’m Bucky, by the way… I work on the same floor as Lewinski.” This oddly named Bucky explained, and you smiled and replied to him with your own name. “That’s pretty… it suites you.” He commented as the doors dinged open then. “Good luck with your interview, doll. Maybe if you get the job, I might see you around here more often.” The brunette ushered you inside and pressed the button for the 8th floor before sliding back out into the foyer, flashing you a pearly white grin before slinking off out of view.

All the way up in the elevator, your mind was focused on Bucky when it should have been on your interview that was fast approaching. You needed this job. You didn’t know how much longer you could take working for Tane; he was ruthless. Any little mistake that you made was announced to the entire staff, leaving you just feeling thoroughly humiliated. It wasn’t just the working environment but the lack of personal time too. It felt like your own creative projects were being buried under work now, leaving you just feeling hollow.

As the doors dinged open, you brushed down your outfit, making sure everything was straightened out before approaching the door that was labelled Lewinski and Charles. It swung open, and a leggy woman with blonde tresses stood in front of you. “Oh, you’re here for the interview?” Then stepping aside. “I’m Andrea, I’m the PA for Carver Charles, I’ve been picking up a few more hours for Timothy recently, but I’m so glad that you’re here now…” She laughed and you cringed for a moment. Did that mean that Timothy was demanding, or perhaps she was just overworked?

The initial office was a large space; modern groups of desks were dotted around the room with experienced looking businesspeople placed at them. “Follow me… Timothy and Carver are just finishing up their last meeting for the day and have asked me to show you around the place. “Did you have any trouble getting here?” “Oh no, well… not until I made a complete idiot of myself down in the lobby.” You explained, shaking your head, and Andrea looked at you in clear interest. “I wasn’t looking where I was looking and walked straight into some guy’s chest, paper everywhere.”

“Oh wow.” Andrea laughed then, and you decided to join her at that moment; no use in feeling embarrassed about it now. “I promise I’m not that clumsy usually, though. Just get nervous around interviews.” You explained as she continued to show you all the facilities, a beautiful kitchen area which was very modern and well-stocked, some clean looking bathrooms, a desk that would be placed just outside of Timothy’s office. Andrea told you about the dental plan and the good pension that the company offered. It all sounded like a dream, especially compared to where you would be coming from.

“I thought I heard voices out here…” The door to the office opened, and a suave man stood in the doorway, brushing down his suit and smiling at you kindly. “I’m Timothy, and you must be here for the interview? I hope Andrea hasn’t scared you off too much…” He chuckled and quickly you shook your head. “Oh no, actually, it was the opposite; she made me very welcome.” You responded, taking his hand and shaking it confidently. “Why don’t you come in and we’ll start…”

As you slipped into the room, you noticed a younger man finishing tapping away on his laptop. “Carver, this is the young lady I was telling you about…” Timothy introduced you.

Within moments of greeting him, Carver was gone for his next meeting, leaving you both to begin the interview process. The two of you spoke about the reasons the job was available and you had applied to the job, the type of responsibilities you took care of in your current job and how they would match against what they would expect of you. Then onto other topics such as working hours, hobbies and the benefits of working for him, which Andrea had already partially covered.

By the time that Timothy had concluded the interview, you felt like it had gone well. He even walked you to the elevator and pressed the button for you. “I’ll be in contact with you soon.” He smiled then and it filled you with so much hope. You would be moving away from your dream of being a published author, but working under Rupert just wasn’t working anymore. After all these years of promising he would look over your novel, he hadn’t even glanced at it. At least now, if Timothy hired you would have more time to focus on your writing again and maybe find another publisher to look your way.

It had been a long day, having to deal with Oliver and the interview. Now, you were just looking forward to going home and curling up onto your couch. The lingering thoughts in the back of your mind were those two mysterious men you had passed today, Steve and Bucky. It wasn’t every day that you came across men that looked like they did, so it seemed apt that they did linger in your mind, but in a place like New York, it wasn’t likely that you would run into them again…

The nights in New York were never quiet and the club was bustling as Bucky stalked inside, adjusting his collar softly and wandering through the groups of partiers to his private table. Inside the velvet roped area, Steve was lounging casually with a glass of whiskey nestled between his ringed hand and smirked as he watched the brunette approach. “I thought you were too tired to come out.” “I changed my mind.” He huffed and took a seat beside him. “I thought Nat was supposed to be out with you.”

“Oh, she bailed. Apparently, Bruce wasn’t happy about her spending the night in the cells, so she’s making it up to him tonight.” Steve explained, cupping his stubbled cheek and drawing him close to share a sensual kiss with him. “You been keeping yourself out of trouble?” He asked as they broke apart. “Mainly,” Bucky responded evenly, slipping his glass from between his fingers and finishing it off with a big gulp. “I actually saved a damsel today…”

A crease formed on Steve’s lips before he smirked. “It’s not often you’re doing the saving, Buck.” “I was feeling nice,” Bucky answered with a tiny shrug before smirking over at him. “Probably wouldn’t have stepped in if she weren’t so cute…” He commented, and Steve laughed fully shaking his head at that final statement.

“You’re a hero, pal.” Steve patted him on the shoulder before leaning forward to snatch the decanter of imported whiskey and pour them both a new glass. “I actually had saved my own damsel today… gave her some pretty good advice too about a crappy ex-boyfriend.” He announced before handing Bucky a glass.

A silence drifted over them both for a moment. Bucky sipped at his whiskey before asking. “Do you remember when we spoke about bringing someone else into the bedroom with us? Someone we could both enjoy together?” A smirk dinged across Steve’s face before glancing across at the brunette and asking. “Are you thinking about your damsel, Buck?” He lifted his brows at him and Bucky shook his head and laughed. “Just wondering if that was still something you wanted…”

There was always this air of confidence that surrounded Bucky; it was always a shock to see his hesitation or second guess something. His ringed fingers reached over to cup Bucky’s strong jaw and turned him to glance into his eyes. “That is still something I want to share with you, Bucky.” He pecked his lips slowly. “Whether it’s your damsel or my damsel…” He shrugged and laughed. “I just want to share the experience with you~”

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OUR GIRL.

Summary || Mob leaders Steve and Bucky are closer then what people think and they don't like when people stare at their girl, especially a meeting in their own home.

Warning/content || Bucky and Steve, poly relationship, fluff, implied smut, mob au, mafia au

Paring || Bucky x reader x Steve

It's always assumed to be rumors.

That Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, the men who own the most notorious and gruesome mafia are in fact more then just business partners. Just the thought alone of two powerful, equally dangerous men, would never work. Too strong willed and determined, one always wanting more power, asserting dominance but that wasn't the case.

Steve and Bucky had loved each other since they were kids - best friends since birth, Steve's father took care of the business, pretty much owned the whole state of New York City and even currently after his death, Steve has managed to keep it that way. And just like his father, a Barnes being his right hand man, but it was much more then that.

Then they met you, a sweet girl, filled with laugher and happiness, something they have been desperately been needing in their life. Where they work too long, you're there to remind them they're human, to eat, to sleep. When they're enraged, about to act of feelings, you're there to remind them it's only temporary, it will pass.

Business is good as ever but now instead of the drug trade, stealing and laundrying, they have decided to start a business - the goal to be one hundred percent legitimate by two years but of course some things always get in the way.

Like the fact no one can seem to do their job and their employees always seem to have sticky fingers. A huge financial loss, one that can set their planalmost a whole year behind.

Bucky sits up straight, shoulder to shoulder with Steve as he flips the data sheet over with equally displeased scowls. Bucky's the first one to look up, steel blue eyes darkening as long table of men nearly shake. "How did this happen? When we hired all fifteen of you, it was to make sure we don't loose any fucking money."

"Sorry sir, we just assumed -."

"Shut up." Steve huffs as he brings his hand up to rub his beard, leaning into the table with an elbow. "You're going to get that money back or else, I'm not paying with you fucking idiots no more. It's my money, you lost it, you go find it."

A calloused but soft hand reaches into Steve's light hair, he lets out an a hum of acknowledgment and leans into Bucky's touch. The men around them freeze but they don't seem to care; agreeing to not hide it anymore.

Bucky's concerned eyes leave the sight of his boyfriend but narrows at the wide eyed men. "Is there a problem?"

"N-No, not at all sir."

"Good." Steve claps his hands, "Tell us exactly what happened last night, not one detail left out."

Meanwhile the sun shins brightly through the slits of white curtains, adorming and glistening from the lotion on your skin. The white searing light makes you wince, claiming it's too bright, unknown that no one is listening.

"Steve, stop opening the curtains, close them!" He's always the first one up, opens all the curtains in hopes that you and Bucky will take up; you never do. There's no answer, squeezing your eyes in annoyance as you reach over to tap Bucky, he'd close them even though he wasn't much of a morning person like yourself.

"Buck -." But no one is there, the bed incredibly cold, depsite the size of the bed, it feels so small without them.

You hiss at the contact between the cold, morning floor and your feet through the bedroom and into the hall, where you found yourself jumping from area to area rug in the ridiculously long hall way.

Decending the stairs and heading right towards the direction of their home office, it had to be something work related to pull your boys away, if they left they would have woken you up to tell you.

The moment you open the large, double doors you're greeted with seventeen pairs of eyes, two pairs being got of your boyfriend's. Clearly displeased with the intrusion.

To start, they try to keep you away from the business as much a possible, sparing any details and keeping it short. You're aware of who b they are, what they do but they're trying to change.

You're completely oblivious to the fact that you stand just and only a thin white shirt, no doubt Bucky's from the night before and a very small pair of cheeky black underwear, which showed through the translucent white.

“Pretty girl, go back up stairs ya?” Steve bites his inner cheek. The crowd does a double take, eyes widening as they realize his words - were you his too?

"We'll be up in twenty minutes, keep the bed warm. Put some pants on." Bucky's words confirm it - you're both of theirs.

In an instant your cheeks are on fire, flushing at the realization you're pretty much naked. Frozen in embarrassment.

Bucky and Steve's eyes along the crowd of men, daring any of them too look again but no one has a death wish today.

“I was hungry, I’m sorry I didn’t know you had a meeting, was wondering where you went." Bucky reaches over, pressing his lips into your hand, mumbling against it. "Wait it the kitchen for us - won't be long and put some freaking pants on."

The moment you leave, Steve clears his throat. "Get me my money back, I don't care what you have to do. And bring that jerk-off to me, teach him something about stealing money."

"Are we understood?" Bucky adds. "Now go, we have other business to attend to."

You don't miss the way the men tip their hats to you, respectfully and not for too long as the exit the house. A gentle hand cups your hip, chest pressing against your back to sandwich you between them and the counter top. Steve's lips find your cheek, trail to your ear. "Hi honey."

Cheeks blazing hot as Bucky's gaze catches your attention, a sly smirk that makes you pout. "You know, next time a warning or a note would be nice."

"Was," Steve's lips press against your temple, "No," now to your hair, "Time."

"Okay sweetheart," Buck huffs, "Quit hogging her up, cmere, give me my morning kiss doll."

A smile curls at the ends of your lips, legs still naked despite his warnings but trail over to kiss him. With one small kiss his other hand reaches out for his other lover, "Steve - sweetheart, come here. Wanna kiss babe."

Bucky pulls you into lap with a lady grin, hands falling to cup your rear. "Next time, put some pants on."

"I dunno, maybe." You tease him, sticking your tongue out only for him to tap his finger against it.

"Brat."

"Mmm, never have to wear pants around me." Steve comments finally joining the two of you with a teasing smirk. "Like ever, ever again."

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