#mob lawyer au

[specificallybruins]

Don't you mean "smol chaos defence lawyer and his entire mob of overprotective enforcers"?

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Silent Heir, Hidden Danger - 5

Character: Lawyer!Bucky x Female Character

Summary: She suddenly inherits a fortune from an unknown father, navigating dark secrets with lawyer Bucky Barnes in a suspenseful journey of deception.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , Chapter 5

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As the shadows of secrecy enveloped Y/N and Bucky in their hidden refuge, the dim light accentuated the growing bond between them. Seated across from each other, the air carried an unspoken understanding, an alliance forged in the crucible of danger.

With a thoughtful gaze, Y/N finally voiced the question that lingered in the quiet moments. "Bucky, I need to understand. Why were you so loyal to Max? What did he do for you?"

Bucky, his expression a mix of contemplation and memories, leaned back against the concealed walls. "I was a stray dog, Y/N. Max found me in the lowest point of my life, hungry and desperate. He gave me a purpose, a sense of belonging."

Y/N, intrigued, urged him to share more. "What do you mean, a stray dog?"

Bucky's eyes held a distant gaze as he recounted his past. "I was living on the streets, scraping by to survive. Max saw something in me, or maybe he just saw a reflection of his own past. He took me in, trained me, made me his guard dog."

A sense of vulnerability crossed Bucky's features as he continued, "He used to say, 'A dog shouldn't bite the person who gives him food.' Max was the one who fed me when I had nothing. Loyalty was the least I could offer in return."

Y/N, absorbing the weight of his revelation, murmured, "So, loyalty to Max became your way of life."

Bucky nodded, the echoes of the past resonating in his words. "In the world he lived in, loyalty meant survival. Max had enemies, and he needed someone he could trust completely. In return, he provided me with a purpose, a family of sorts."

Curiosity lingered in Y/N's eyes as she sought to unravel the mysteries surrounding her father's elusive presence in her life. "Bucky," she inquired, "why did Max never try to meet us, or at least reach out to my mother? It sounds like he cared, so why keep such a distance?"

Bucky, choosing his words carefully, began to unravel the complex tapestry of Max's multiple lives. "Y/N, Max had three wives, each with their own circumstances. The first wife, Mallory, is the scariest of them all. She's from a powerful mafia family herself, and she's paranoid and jealous. Her obsession with Max is both a strength and a threat."

Y/N, eyebrows furrowed, sought further clarification. "Jealous? Obsessed? What do you mean?"

Bucky leaned in, his gaze holding a weight of caution. "Mallory sees Max as her possession. She's deeply in love with him, but that love is possessive and dangerous. If she found out about you and your mother, she would see you both as a threat. Max was protecting you from her influence."

Y/N, absorbing the gravity of Mallory's influence, mused, "So, it wasn't just about Max keeping secrets. It was about protecting us from someone dangerous."

Bucky nodded solemnly. "Exactly. Now, the second wife, Madeline, is a different kind of danger. She's calculating, like a snake in the grass. Madeline knows how to navigate the intricacies of the underworld. If she knew about you, she might see it as an opportunity or a threat, depending on her calculations."

The room seemed to tighten with the invisible threads of danger as Bucky continued, "Then there's the third wife, Marianne. Her situation is similar to your mother's. She doesn't know Max is involved in the mob. She's stuck in a life she doesn't fully understand. Max kept his world compartmentalized to protect them from the harsh realities he faced."

Y/N, grappling with the revelations, murmured, "So, my mother and I were shielded from a world that could have consumed us."

Acknowledging the weight of Max's choices, Bucky responded, "Max believed he was doing what was best for you both. The danger from Mallory alone was enough to warrant such secrecy."

Bucky's gaze flickered to his watch, a tangible reminder of the ticking clock counting down to Max's funeral. "We have 32 hours before the funeral," he stated, the urgency palpable in his voice.

Y/N, her eyes reflecting a mixture of uncertainty and determination, questioned him, "Do you really want to replace Max, Bucky? It seems like a dangerous position to be in."

Bucky, his expression a blend of respect and a hint of a wry smile, replied, "I respect Max's wishes, and besides, there's something else. I love money, Y/N. Money is my anchor in a world that's often unpredictable and unforgiving. Max understood that about me."

As Y/N absorbed his candid admission, she couldn't help but wonder about the intricacies of loyalty and ambition entwined in the unfolding events. "So, you're willing to step into a role that could bring danger and power just for the sake of money?"

Bucky's eyes showed determination as he affirmed, "Max had his reasons for choosing me, and I intend to honor that trust. Plus, in our world, power and danger often come hand in hand. It's a gamble, but one I'm willing to take."

As Y/N contemplated the implications of Bucky potentially becoming the leader, she voiced her concerns, "If you become the leader, can you ensure the safety of my mother and me, Bucky?"

Bucky, with a confident yet reassuring demeanor, replied, "Sure, Y/N. I can make sure all your demons are taken care of. Max's legacy will provide a shield for both of you."

However, before the weight of their conversation could fully settle, the room was violently interrupted by a deafening explosion, the force of it reverberating through the hidden refuge. "BOOM!"

Instinctively, Y/N sought refuge behind Bucky, her eyes wide with shock and fear. The once secure vault door now lay in ruins, the remnants of the protective barrier shattered.

As the dust settled, the silhouette of a figure emerged from the chaos. Bucky, recognizing the intruder, muttered under his breath, "Mason. Should've guessed."

Mason, flanked by a menacing entourage, strode into the room with an air of calculated authority. The outnumbered Bucky, still shielding Y/N, assessed the dire situation unfolding before him.

Mason's voice cut through the tension, a cold smirk playing on his lips, "Well, well, Bucky. Seems like you're not as untouchable as you thought. I knew this hidden fortress would be your refuge."

Bucky, his gaze unwavering, retorted, "What do you want, Mason?"

Mason's eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity as he declared, "I want what's rightfully ours. The inheritance. And, of course, the throne that comes with it."

The room hung heavy with tension as Bucky found himself forcefully restrained on the ground, guns pressed menacingly against his temple.

Y/N, too, was ensnared by Mason's henchmen, her struggles futile against their unyielding grip. Mason, wearing a sinister smirk, approached her, lifting her chin with a cruel grip.

"So, you're the one Father's been hiding? None of your face resembles him," Mason sneered, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Y/N, defiant despite the dire circumstances, retorted, "You won't get away with this. My mother and I have nothing to do with your twisted games."

Mason's response was swift and brutal. With a grit of his teeth, he delivered a resounding slap across Y/N's face, the force of it sending her reeling. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as the room echoed with the sickening sound of impact.

Bucky, though physically overpowered, seethed with anger. "She's weaker than you, you son of a bitch," he spat, the venom in his voice cutting through the air.

Mason, seemingly unfazed, shrugged his shoulders with a sinister grin. "That's why this will be quick."

Bucky, undeterred, shot back with a defiant glare, "You think this changes anything? You won't control what Max built."

Mason, reveling in his moment of triumph, gestured to his lackeys. "Tie them up. We'll take them with us."

The air inside the confined space of the car crackled with tension as Bucky, now confined beside Mason, shot him a defiant glare. Y/N, unconscious and vulnerable, was being transported in a separate vehicle, her fate hanging in the balance. Mason, still seething with anger over Bucky's perceived betrayal, couldn't resist taunting him.

"You betrayed us, Bucky. You were family, and you turned your back," Mason hissed through gritted teeth.

Bucky, undeterred, retorted, "Maybe I got tired of being your errand boy. Fetching and carrying for the likes of you."

Mason's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't forget, you could've had it all. You could've joined this family. But you chose this path."

As the convoy of cars navigated the dimly lit streets, tension escalated. Suddenly, the driver of Mason's car furrowed his brow, eyes darting to the rearview mirror. The vehicle behind them swerved erratically, causing concern.

"What the heck?" the driver muttered, trying to maintain control.

Mason, sensing trouble, leaned forward. "What's going on back there?" he barked into the radio, but there was no response.

Bucky seized the opportunity to issue a warning. "If something happens to her, I will make you pay, Mason."

Mason, unimpressed, shot back, "Why? You got a soft spot for her."

Chaos erupted as the second car in the convoy crashed violently, prompting Mason to order a halt. The group descended from the vehicles, with Bucky remaining inside.

As they approached the wreckage to investigate, a sudden gunshot pierced the air, and one of Mason's men fell with a bullet through his forehead.

"What the fuck?" echoed through the tense night air as confusion and panic gripped the scene. The crashed car's door swung open, revealing a transformed Y/N—no longer the weak woman Mason had seen earlier.

Her demeanor had shifted; she exuded a cold, murderous aura, and Mason couldn't shake the feeling of killer intent emanating from her. Her gaze mirrored Max's, sending a chill down Mason's spine.

Mason, still processing the shocking transformation, barked orders to his men, "Shoot her!"

Before the guards could react, they were taken down by precise shots. Bucky, witnessing the chaos unfold through the rearview mirror, couldn't help but exclaim, "What the heck?"

Y/N, seemingly unaffected by the mayhem, punched Mason in the stomach, causing him to crumple to the ground. With an eerie calmness, she lifted him effortlessly and deposited him into the damaged car. Without sparing a glance at Bucky, she took the driver's seat.

"Y/N?" Bucky questioned, but she remained stoic as if inhabited by a different entity. This Y/N differed from the one who fainted from Mason's slap.

In truth, Y/N harbored multiple personalities. The normal Y/N, empathetic and fearful, coexisted with a darker alter ego.

This alternate persona was cold, formidable, and shared the same lethal intent as Max.

Dark Y/N, her demeanor still cold and unwavering, adjusted the rearview mirror with calculated precision before starting the engine.

Still grappling with the surreal situation, Bucky couldn't help but voice his confusion, "What the hell just happened, Y/N? Are you... alright?"

The dark Y/N remained silent, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. It was as if the events that transpired moments ago had no impact on her. Bucky sensed a palpable shift in her energy, a stark departure from the scared woman he had seen mere minutes ago.

Bucky couldn't shake off the chilling feeling that enveloped him. Dark Y/N's side-eye, reminiscent of Max's calculating gaze, sent shivers down his spine.

Dark Y/N finally spoke, her voice void of the warmth that characterized the usual Y/N. "Your old Y/N is asleep. Now, show me the way to the funeral."

The transformation was jarring, leaving Bucky to realize that the woman before him was more complex and enigmatic than he had ever imagined.

As they drove in silence, Bucky grappled with the realization that Y/N, the person he thought he knew, harbored a dormant alter ego capable of such ruthlessness. The atmosphere inside the car was tense, and Bucky couldn't help but wonder about the consequences of this unexpected alliance.

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[steddilly]

Criminal lawyer Steve Harrington and mob boss Eddie Munson. Everyone thinks Steve is chained to the dangerous man, hell the guy even has the lawyer living in his house to keep him close just in case.

In actuality, they’re married and on days when he isn’t working, Steve is a regular mob wife for his husband. When he’s working, he wears his wedding ring on a chain around his neck, but he wears it happily on his hand when he’s out with Eddie.

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[basicjetsetter]

The Trial of Deus; How Peter and the Reader Meet

“Seek not greatness, but seek truth and you will find both.” - Horace Mann

⚖ Pairing: Mob!Peter Parker x BlackFemale!Reader

⚖ Setting: Mid-summer in Manhattan, NYC, New York

⚖ Warnings: Language, Adult Themes, Violence, Mentions of Murder

☆ A/N: Would you guys believe me if I told you I’ve been slow-roasting this idea for over a year? Yep, ever since I finished The Fall and Rise of Deus back in February 2021, my mind stayed fixated on where, how, and why the Reader and Peter met. It’s safe to say my writing process wishes it could match a sloth’s pace. But I made it, at long last! I love it, and I hope you all love it too. 

♬ Song Inspo: Sinner & Saint by Beacon Light + Moiba Mustapha (produced by Tommee Profitt)

Preface:

All eyes in the state of New York are glued to any and all screens broadcasting the mid-morning news. Every single person, regardless of age, class, ethnicity, and gender, watches with bated breath as the wearied news anchor takes off his glasses, rubs his eyes, heaves a sigh, then puts his glasses back on. 

No one reads the bright red headline at the bottom of the screen. They won’t believe what they see, anyway. Not until they hear it. 

The news anchor gathers up a second lungful of air and then exhales it in a crestfallen gust before lifting his solemn eyes to address the audience.

“I don’t know what to say, folks. Truly, I don’t. This is me going off the script here, because none of those words on the teleprompter will capture the magnitude... the gravity... the just, jarring sense of sorrow we are all feeling right now. Yes. Of that, I am utterly certain.”

Breaths choke up. Heads shake in disbelief. Sweaty palms chafe, pierced with fingernails. Mouths screw up, teeth clench, throats constrict, chins wobble. Unblinking eyes burn with the reddening brim of unshed tears.

“I regret to confirm, with the heaviest of hearts, that Manhattan’s most beloved humanitarian, Adrian Toomes, has been shot and killed in his home at around midnight last night. The uhm... suspect... is in custody.”

A dark look clouds over the news anchor’s face but he shakes his head, clears his throat and trundles on. “We’ve lost a hallmark in our community. One of the biggest advocates for workers’ rights. The biggest charity donor to our impoverished neighbors. Right before his untimely death, he even set up a 20 million dollar grant funding orphanages across the entire state of New York. What kind of monster would want to—”

He halts the accusatory words in their tracks, holds them back grudgingly. Collects himself and clears his throat once more. “Look, we don’t have all the facts yet but we don’t need them. We know Adrian Toomes, and we know he did not deserve to be the victim of such a despicable crime. He was a caring man, a doting husband to his wife Doris, and a loving father to his daughter Liz. Our thoughts and prayers go out to them during this terrible time.

Just like his family, we all will be feeling this loss for a very, very, very long time.”

The hearts of all New Yorkers flush with outrage, anger, grief. Clogged with the burgeoning, bludgeoning, blistering desire for one thing and one thing only. 

Justice.

♡ The Trial: Part I → TBA

♡ The Trial: Part II → TBA

♡ The Trial: Part III → TBA

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[silkylovey]

Laws and Guns three

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Tom

After I called Y/n and Adam for lunch, I sprinted downstairs so that Y/n couldn’t sit on my seat. I know it’s childish but the guys were laughing about it during important meetings.

I saw them come downstairs and Y/n was laughing, her eyes looked so beautiful. It looked like her eyes were filled with stars, she could light up a whole house with just her smile. I wished I was the one making her laugh. Adam and her talked less and less French around me, I could finally understand what they were talking about.

Harrison told me that Adam was her assistant, he helped her with my cases, he was married and Y/n knew the girl very well. So there was no chance of her hooking up with him or even having feelings for him.

We sat at the dining table while the maids came to bring us light food.

“So Mr. Holland how’s the business going?” Adam asked me while turning his whole body towards me. I was so shocked that my eyes widened but he looked at me with a soft smile. He was not joking, he was genuine.

“Uh, it’s going good,” I responded. He chuckled at my answer as if I told something funny.

“I hope it’s good because with all the cases I’ve read today, but I’m sure you have other things to worry about,” he told me while looking at Y/n. Yes, I did worry about her but how does he know.

After everyone finished their dish, we all went back to our work. I saw Y/n and Adam go back to her office.

I heard a knock on my door. “Come in.”

Adam came into my office, observing his entourage. He then finally took a seat on the sofa. If only he knew what happened on that sofa he would even want to be near it. “Why does Y/N hate you so much?” he wondered.

That’s a great question that was always on my mind. “To be honest, I don’t even know. I think she hates the fact that she was forced to marry me,” I told him honestly because I haven’t been mean to her.

“I think that you need to fix your attitude toward her, that means no more hookers. Start acting like her husband,” he suggested to me.

I just nodded but I didn’t know if I could because she doesn’t act like my wife, except that she had an attitude that could match mine if we worked together.

After that Adam bid me goodbye and left the house.

---

Y/n was in her office when Tom walked in shirtless.

“Can I help you?” she asked him while typing away on her computer. He closed her computer and she looked up in shock. Y/n stood up to insult him, but he sat in her chair and pulled her to sit on his lap facing him.

He took her glasses off. “I like it when you get mad or when you are focused. And knowing that you are doing all of this for me.” She got off his lap and said: “You can’t just come into my office, close my laptop, and put me on your lap as if I don’t hate you. I was working and I had a lot of information which I hope are saved but if they aren’t, I will literally make your life a living hell, got it?”

“Damn freaky,” he said with a smug on his face. He got out of her office and not even 5 minutes later, a hooker come into the house and giggled at his stupid words.

---

Y/n

When I heard a hooker giggling, I knew that Tom wasn’t going to change. If I was going to spend the rest of my life married to a playboy, I would have to enjoy my own life.

I stopped working after I checked if all the information and proof were saved. I walked into the corridor that lead to my room, and I heard the hooker, whose name was Candy, I found this out because I needed some documents from accounting and I asked around who this Candy was. The answer did not satisfy me.

I walked into my room and decided to take a bikini and relax at the pool. Walking down the stairs with a towel hugging my body, I saw Haz and I asked if he, Tuwaine, Sam, Harry, and Paddy would want to join me at the pool. They accepted because it was rare that Paddy stayed at Tom’s house.

They all took their swimwear and met me at the pool. “Tessa!” Paddy exclaimed when he saw the dog running towards us. He hugged her while she started to sniff me. The boys went into the pool while I sat on a lounge chair with Tessa laying next to me.

“Y/n please join us for a game of water polo,” paddy softly ordered with doe eyes. I accepted and went into the pool. We started playing and we created a bond, the boys were nice to me. A lot nicer than their brother, my husband.

Sam, Paddy, and me against Haz, Harry, and Tuwaine. Paddy started and was swimming towards their goal, I tried swimming on the opposite side but Tuwaine stopped me and playfully tried to drown me. I playfully started to scream out for help but nobody took it seriously.

I think that my scream was heard by Tom because he came to the pool running as if a monster was running behind him. His hair was all over the place, his lips were plumped and he was breathing heavily.

“Where is Y/n? Is she okay?” he bombarded the guys with questions that involved me and my safety. He asked those questions as if he cared about me. It was weird.

“Yeah, I am fine, thanks for worrying,” I told him while I was still behind Tuwaine. I had a smirk on my face, there was a weird tension between us. “You can go back to Candy, don’t want her to miss you.”

After I told him that, I did kind of feel bad. How does someone tell their husband that kind of phrase?

He just left but after a few minutes, Candy left too. We didn’t hear any moaning during the time that he was upstairs.

“Y/n, I like you,” Harry told me with a smile on his face as if he was proud of me. Our water polo came quickly to an end, Sam and I decided to make lemonade for the guys.

I did learn some facts about Sam. He had a girlfriend, who he loved dearly. He was sort of the chef in the house, all the recipes were written by him. He was always to be found in the lounge or at his house, but he stayed a lot of times at Tom’s house because of business. In the mob, he was the chef of accounting, and then he reported everything to Tom.

We came back outside to see Tom seated on my lounge chair, where my towel was spread. He had sunglasses on and a smirk appeared on his face as he saw us arrive.

We gave everyone a drink and we chatted and laughed. I ignored the fact that Tom was here. I sat on the edge of the pool, my feet dangling in the water. Tessa sat beside me.

The voices quieted down and everyone including me decided to call it a night. I felt Tom’s eyes linger on my body when I was walking back into the house. I went to my room to put on comfy clothes, and later on, I went to my office to work a bit more. When I sat in my chair, the only thing I could think about was Tom’s toned body and how he did tease me today. The moans of the hooker Candy didn’t leave my mind, she moaned so loudly. Was he that good in bed?

I needed to get my mind off him and my only thought was going to a club with Jennie, Adam’s wife.

y/n: hey Jennie

Jennie: hi Y/n what’s up?

y/n: I wanna go out kinda sick of seeing these walls

Jennie: OMG!! Yes, I know this club you are going to love it. Here’s the address ********** ***

y/n: okay, see you there in an hour

Jennie: okay bye!!

A girls’ night out, that’s what I needed. An emerald green short dress was screaming to be worn by me. It was revealing but they could see but not touch. I knocked on Tom’s office door to let him know that I was going out.

As soon as I knocked, his door opened and we stood face to face.

---

Tom

She looked gorgeous, we had intense eye contact before I asked her where she was going. “To a club with Jennie.” While looking like that, my thoughts only were unholy, what about the thoughts of those men that would be in the club. “You don’t want me to come with you?” I asked her.

“No thanks, it’s a girls’ night. Adam is not invited so it’s only fair that you don’t come,” she told me nicely. She was being kind to me. “Okay, have fun darling,” I wished her, even though I wanted to come with. She rolled her eyes and went into a black car, she had a driver so that was a sort of reassurance for me.

I needed to get Y/n out of my head and a hooker wasn’t going to help, so I went to the lounge, where the guys were hanging out. “So mate, still haven’t got laid by your wife?” Harrison asked me after he saw me come and sit next to him.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t but accounting does because you did send a very big check to Candy.”

Busted. “Yeah a man has his needs and my lady didn’t say anything about it. She is too busy with all of our lawsuits,” it was truly the only thing Y/n did was stay in her office and she only comes down for dinner and to play with Paddy or Tessa.

We don’t sleep in the same room because she kicked me out.

“Why don’t you sleep with her, not having sex but just in the same bed. You guys are married don’t forget that!” Harrison told me with a chuckle.

“I can’t, I’m always wearing this ring,” even when I am ‘cheating’ on her.

---

Y/n

Jennie looked really good, she gave me a hug. We haven’t really met yet but I’ve seen a lot of pictures and videos of her. Adam was smitten, she was the only thing he talked about twenty-four seven.

“Let’s get some drinks,” she told me with a smile.  I did take one shot, I didn’t want to go home drunk. Maybe I would say some things to Tom, things that I would have to keep to myself.

“Y/n loosen up, doll. We’re not leaving until you’re drunk until you’re relaxed okay?” she said while holding my shoulders and lightly shaking me.

One, two, three, that’s how fast the shots were going into my body. The burning sensation felt good, too good maybe. I missed the feeling of being drunk. After my third glass, I grabbed Jennie’s hand and led her to the dance floor. We were shaking our hips, screaming the lyrics of the song until I felt hands on my waist.

“Do you mind love?” I knew that voice from somewhere. I looked back at Jennie but I saw that she was ordering more drinks. I turned back to see Tom taking my body in, his eyes weren’t even looking straight into mine, no, he was focused on my cleavage.

I was too drunk to give him a witty comeback. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and started to sway my hips to the beat.

“Hey, Tom go away. No husbands allowed,” Jennie exclaimed to Tom, she looked quite angry.

“Sorry I’ll let you girls be,” he told her, and before he left he whispered in my ear “I’ll be waiting for you in the car.”

“Y/n, do you like him?” she asked me curiously. No, I didn’t, I just had unholy thoughts about him, I thought of how his fingers could please me.

“Why don’t we call it a night, my driver can bring you home if you want,” I told her avoiding the question. She accepted and we went outside, I led her to the car I came in, made sure the driver knew her address, and then turned to Tom’s car.

I walked slowly to his car, taking slow steps. I could feel his eyes on me through the tinted windshield. I opened the passenger door and sat on the leather seat.

“Why did you come?”

“Why did you embrace me back?”

We both asked at the same time.

“I came to make sure that nobody was touching you or looking at you the way only I can look at you,” he told me. He didn’t come with any backup or with his friends. He came for me. That gave my pussy butterflies. I should be feeling like this.

“I embrace you because I didn’t feel like giving you a mean comment. I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about you,” I said while looking at my heels.

“Okay, let’s just go home and rest” And with that, he started the car and left the club’s parking.

---

Arriving home Y/n went straight to her bedroom. She was feeling weak and tired. She went to the bathroom but she felt too dizzy and she fell. Tom heard a thump from the living room and rushed to her bedroom.

When he saw her laying on the floor he felt as if his world just disappeared. “Y/n” he called out.

“What?” Oh great, he thought. She was still alive.

“Do you need help?” he asked while leaning against the doorframe.

“No I’m fine,” she told him knowing that she needed that help.

He ignored her refusal and went to pick her up, he led her to the bathroom and started to take off her makeup. It felt good taking care of his wife.  So domestic.

He took her hand and pulled her to the walk-in closet. “I am going to put on your pajamas okay?”

She only hummed not even caring that he would see her naked. He took her heels, dress, and bra off and he took an oversized t-shirt that looked comfy. “Arms up, love” And she did what he ordered her to do.

Finally, she had her shirt on and was led by Tom to the bed. She noticed that he started taking off his clothes too. As he tucked her in bed, he went to lay on the other side of the bed. While he closed his eyes to doss off, he wished that she wouldn’t be angry. When he felt her cuddle into his side he know that she was going to be pissed tomorrow.

#tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x female reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland au #tom holland one shot #tom holland angst #mob!au #mob!tom #mob!tom x reader #mob!tom x you #mob!tom x y/n #silkylovey #laws and guns #lawyer!reader

[alectoperdita]

Btw what is chief prosecutor mitsurugi reiji (from AA!!)'s relationship w lawyer kaiba 👀

They're rivals but not in the fun/impassioned way that Mitsurugi and Naruhodo are rivals. They went to school together, either late high school or early college or law school or a mix of those. Likely at that point, they were academic rivals.

Their awful adoptive fathers knew each other, so they kinda existed in the same social circles outside of school too. Which meant Gozaburo and Go (omg I had to look that up, that's Manfred's Japanese name??? the parallelism keeps reinforcing itself) used each of their adoptive sons as a means of trying to show up the other.

Kaiba and Mitsurugi have not and will never date. (But I think it would be interesting if they both knew the other wasn't straight because they've known each other for half their lives.)

So frenemy, but in a way that feels entirely reluctant because everyone else in their overlapping social circles is even less desirable.

#replies #nanoseven #fic: In bed with the mob #and yes i do think there's a Naruhodo running around out there but Kaiba's not associating with that third-rate lawyer lol #i have not made up my mind if Gozaburo's already dead or not in this AU #elexica has lobbied me to have mob!Jou kill Gozaburo for lawyer!Kaiba 🤣

[twiceasmanysunbeams]

RIX AUSTER as the AMORAL ATTORNEY

The Amoral Attorney comes in various degrees of oiliness—from slick, two-faced charmers to brutal bullies with a law degree. The worst defense attorneys will actually seem to know that their client is guilty, and act as though they just love seeing the wicked go free—they will in fact happily count their money while the world burns, and have no problem advising their client (in very vague terms) that if something untoward happens to any key witnesses it would be so much easier to win.

@gc-appreciationweek

manifesting dmitry gets to do the detective film noir story he really wants to write for RC! he's mentioned wanting to write a noir in like... 4 different interviews now (note: CD = RC)

#hi yes everyone this will be a series of edits leading up to day seven #if dmitry wants a noir i will give him a noir #in this AU rix is the red herring villain! the nemesis of detective!afiy #this is cruel!rix btw... morally grey and a mob lawyer in this grim town just to stay afloat and raise his little sister darea #their parents have passed #turns out... being an attorney to the corrupt will have consequences later on... #romance club #RCGCAW #rix auster #gladiator chronicles #how hot is he y'all...... phewwwwww #gc noir au #nine gc character edits for nine film noir character tropes! #lol it's ten now

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Not me watching finger coiling videos on youtube for fanfiction reasons. The divorce law is going to be shaky despite me having a good source and I'm absolutely winging the mob structure but I will be able to accurately describe Ed's curly girl hair routine.

#thank you former divorce lawyer in my dms you're very helpful #My credentials for writing a mob au is that growing up I lived next to a house that was constantly under renovation #and owned by a family with about 8 different companies and an uncle in congress #and another uncle who owns a law firm #that family was sus as fuck

[ts19009]

Seventeen Fic Rec's

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: December 4th, 2023)

OT13

In Pursuit of Wedded Bliss (Updated Masterlist) (A Seventeen Regency!AU Series) @fantasyescapes17

seventeen fic recommendations

Kim Mingyu

In Soft Hands | Part 2 (Mingyu) @beahae (SingleDad!Mingyu x DaycareTeacher!Reader(f))

what’s your number?; kmg @nevernonline (synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen. paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.)

again and again ⟢(exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut) @lovelyhan

creep (Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etc…) @smileysuh

Aphrodite (smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning) @highvern

Covert Desires (spy!mingyu x assasin!reader (fem!reader themes: spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing) @etherealyoungk

Slowly; All At Once (fluff, best friends to lovers with Mingyu, boyfriend material!Mingyu, slight angst.) @gyuwoncheol

Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (1) (brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut) @gyuswhore

His Smile(smut, fluff, slowburn, fake dating!au) @angelwonie

Parties, Yachts and Wishful Thinking (enemies to lovers, reader and Mingyu are rich, Mingyu is kind of an asshole but so is reader, parties, mentions of reader crushing on Wonwoo, drinking, cursing, tennis, yachts and pure filth) @ithinkilikeit-reactions

Other Mingyu recs @novalpha

we don’t usually hold hands (m) || kmg & reader (angst, fluff, smut, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, sort-of-mean!oc, nice guy!mingyu, emotionally constipated!oc honestly) @gyukult

kim mingyu’s (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity (smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au) @shuaflix

the very first night. (exes to lovers, roommates!au | romance, angst, smut) Link works on pc and through my reblog i think

OVER MY HEAD (brother'sbestfriend!mingyu, fratboy!mingyu, pining, friends to lovers, angst (only a little), reader's a chronic overthinker, slow burn, smut, f reader, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, wonwoo's kinda absent </3, crying (blame mingyu), etc.) @hannieehaee

it’s all fun and games (mingyu x female reader ) @dontflailmenow

Hong Joshua (Jisoo)

Loverboy (regency era romance, historical, drama, slow burn, angst.) @starlightxsvt

cranberry concoctions (bartender!joshua x f!reader) @onlyhuis

Mr (not) so perfectly fine (Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, not super relevant to the plot but, this is a Non-Idol AU, exes to exes with benefits, elements of angst) @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

the devil wears baby blue (mut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol) @onlyseokmins

Virgin Killer (cheerleader!reader, nerd!shua, virgin!shua, he’s kinda cold in this but is lowkey still a soft boi, drinking, teasing, jealousy, reader has a little bit of a corruption kink, loss of virginity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation) @wonusite

isohel (all time joshua fav) (slowburn, modern royalty au, angst, fluff) @toruro

mr. nice guy (, neighbor!joshua, joshua's muscles deserve their own tag tbh, oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption (NOT drunk sex), petnames (sweetheart mostly :pp), biting, spit kink, unedited as alway) @toruro

eyes meeting, hearts apart ⟢ (; bartender!reader, requited unrequited love, immense pining, angst, flowers, slow burn, smut (MINORS DNI)) @lovelyhan

Jeon Wonwoo

Jeon’s Anatomy - Cast (surgeon au) @hansols-yoda-boxers

Blown up love (gaming is all fun and... well, games, until you start crushing on the only person that takes pity on you and saves you from mobs.) @starsstuddedsky

I found love in your smile (doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc) @wonlouvre

wonwoo reading list / fic recs part 3 ! @jeonride

meet cute of the century (meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining, discourse abt being an idol as a career, mild angst, smut) @lovelyhan

Licentious (babysitter au, cheating au, smut) @wonusite

to build a home (idol!husband! jeon wonwoo x actress!afab!reader) @tomodachiii

X + Y = YOU AND I ||( jeon wonwoo academic rival!wonwoo x fem!reader) @angelwonie

yoon jeonghan

just one day (fluff // angst // nonidol!au // brother's best friend // fake dating!au // they're idiots lmao // not edited nor proofread so pls bear w me lol // cursing and. two? kissing scenes.) @wonwoonlightligh

to live again (ime travel!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, slow burn, angst, some fluff, some humor) @viastro I WAS CRYING PLS READ

Pathetic Series @leejihoonownsmyhearthoonownsmyheart

Jeonghan’s Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling in Love) (fluff, angst, non-idol au, elementary school teacher!jeonghan, f2L, fake relationship) @starsstuddedsky

xu minghao

✧ the letter (slowburn, fluff, angst, childhood f2l) @toruro

✧ flight of the stars (mut (18+ / mdni), f1 au, brief high school au, angst, fluff) @toruro

✧ oh my! @toruro

fixer upper (s2f2l. “beg” minghao. LOTS OF PLOT with eventual smut. slow and i mean SLOW burn. some member slander(affectionate),) @seungkwansphd

Glacial Pace (fake dating au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut) @wonusite

To Keep You Warm @idyllic-ghost

Kwon Soon-young

My Best Friend's Mother (is the One For Me) — ksy (milf chaser!soonyoung, milf!reader) @rubyreduji

driving lessons for dummies (fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au) @shuaflix FAV ATM XD

be sweet (prince!hoshi x princess!reader) @heartkyeom

charity f*ck (virgin guy who lives with his parents!soonyoung, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that format for a lil bit (THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA AU), facetime-sex, real life sex) @ncteez

#seventeen x reader #seventeen #svt #mingyu #kim mingyu #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen series #joshua hong smut #joshua x y/n #hong jisoo smut #hong jisoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo #jeonghan x y/n #yoon jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan #minghao #xu minghao #the8 #minghao x reader #minghao fluff #minghao smut #mingyu x reader #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung x reader

[saturnsconstellation]

Modern Rosekiller au but it’s just Barty being a member of the mob and Evan being a defense lawyer (who is also old friends with Barty) and they end up falling in love while simultaneously fighting for Barty’s freedom. (He absolutely did do the crime)

#rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #them #literally just them #someone write this #dead gay wizards

[specificallybruins]

Since I'm also obsessed with the mob au if you are in the mood for prompts, how about something like "I specifically remember telling you that was a bad idea" with dealers choice for the pairing/characters involved 👀👀👀

sorry it took a bit, had to do some brainstorming @mr-iskender

and im a sucker for some fluff, can't think of any in the angst department atm

"I told you this was a bad idea." Linus said as he attempts to rub glitter off Jeremy's face. "I shouldn't have opened it in the car, now the seats are all ruined..." Jeremy pouts. "I'm sorry Ully." Linus gave him a fond grin, "At least now you know not to start a prank war with Marchy. And better the car than Krej's bar area, I don't feel like knowing how many ways he can kill us with a barspoon." Jeremy hums in agreement. "Close your eyes and hold still, there's glitter on your eyelids." Linus cleans Jeremy's eyes gently yet thoroughly. He looks good with glittery lashes. Maybe next time there's an event at the Garden he could suggest wearing sparkly eyeliner or eyeshadow. Gold in colour. Yes, gold on Jeremy to his own silver. He's sure Jeremy would be happy to do it. For now though, let's focus on getting rid of this fucking glitter.

Well it's short af and my dialogue writing is rusty at best. But I hope you like that short soft moment between the chaos that is the Bruins Mob :D

Bonus: next event's coordinated outfits but add eyeliner/eyeshadow

#mob au #prank wars are chaotic with marchy around #sway learns it the hard way #jeremy swayman #linus ullmark #swaymark #boston bruins #nhl bruins #bruins #mob lawyer au

[misguidedasgardian]

The dutiful

AU MASTERLIST

Summary: Your Mob Boss father´s last wish was for you to marry his right-hand and most trusted man, Lloyd Hansen, you fight against it, but at the end, you are the ever dutiful daughter. Now he is the boss, and has to assert his dominance over you, and over his men  

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloys is late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), death of a parent, dub-con, unprotected rough sex, (don’t be silly wrap your willy), voyeurism (some guys watch you being claimed), little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink, marriage kink, slight cumplay and eating, might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Notes: Oh my I just love Lloyd, I mean look at thim, I could throw everything I believe in and all the feminism trough the window just to get on my knees between his murdr thighs…. I hope you enjoy this gift Lloyd Lovers…. I mean the movie is not even OUT yet, we only had seen a minute of content and I’m already drippingggggg

not beta-ed, mistakes are current and my own hihi

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISSSS

You looked through the window at the mournful scenery, the sky weeped as you did, now it was a dark gray, the trees surrounding your father's property seemed so scary now, under this cloudy sky. A deep green who seemed to hide the darkest secrets. Everything seemed so dark after your father passed away just two days ago. You felt so alone now, your mansion so big and lonely, and so scary

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door of your father’s office opened, revealing a man that only by seeing him made you feel incredibly relieved. You walked towards him with a shy smile, hugging yourself until you reached him 

“Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?” Andrew Barber, your father's lawyer greeted you with sympathetic eyes and a shy smile, he kissed your forehead as you appreciate the gesture of a man you’d known since you could remember

“Hey Andy, thank you for coming” you hugged yourself again, behind him Lloyd Hansen entered your late father’s study, and it made you wince, that man scared in a primal way you’d never end to understand. His eyes always seemed to find you and a dark smile followed, his perfectly trimmed mustache moves with his thin lips

“Hey Sunshine” he greeted

“Hey Lloyd” you whispered, not daring to even look him in the eye.

Your father was the city’s most notorious Mobster, Gangster, drug dealer. It was the truth and it was so ingrained in your system you took it as a normal part of life. Half of his businesses were indeed legit, after years of money laundering. Lloyd Hansen was his right hand man, he knew everything about the business and before being his most trusted man he was the enforcer, the most violent and bloodthirsty amongst his men. Former special agent of the CIA turned, he was dangerous, skilled in combat and war, and now most likely the head of the family. 

Your attention turned to Andy again, as he took a seat in your late father’s seat behind the desk of his study

You took a seat in front of the desk, Lloyd placed himself behind you, making a lightning strike run down your back making you incredibly uncomfortable. Andy draw papers from his briefcase and laid them on the mahogany desk, organizing them in a tidy manner

“I’m here as an executor of your father's last will and testament” he said firmly, his lawyer face taking over. You nodded, knowing perfectly well his intentions, and calmly you listened to the man. You were your father’s only child, and your mother passed away when you were young, to your knowledge, you were his only heir, but Lloyd had been called too, you guessed to pass all the dark business to him

“Me, (Y/F/N) being sound of mind and body, present my last wish and testament” he started, reading your father’s last words, “Half of everything I have, properties and money on the accounts will belong to my only daughter (Y/N)” you let out a breath you haven’t even realized you were holding, in relief, “Even if it breaks my heart…” continued Andy with a frown, that made your blood ran cold, “... to leave you alone my sweet girl…” he continued, “...My last dying wish and conditions for you to receive my inheritance is for you to marry my right hand man Lloyd, who I’m inheriting the other half of all my belongings”

“What?” you asked, drawing the attention of both men, Lloyd’s hand squeezed your shoulders, “Did you know about this?” you stood from your seat with the sole purpose of looking him in the eyes, and stopped the contact. Lloyd was smiling knowingly

“Of course I did” he said calmly, “I was his right-hand man, the son he never had”

“Fuck you” you spitted out, “This is insane” Andy called you and you looked at him

“Andy” you called, pleading

“It was his last wish” he said firmly, “he was sound of body and mind…” you looked at Lloyd frowning

“What did you do? what did you say to him?”

“Nothing” he mocked, “He was always so afraid something could happen to you, he wanted to make sure you’d be taken care of after he was gone”

“I’m a grown woman” you said, “I can take care of myself”

“Yeah sure, what if his enemies come after you, uh?” he said then

“This is a conversation you should have in private” muttered Andy

“I want a witness” you demanded, “Look you can keep his dirty business, we can split everything in half I don’t care” you muttered, “But I think is excessive that I marry you, only because he didn’t think I could take care of myself”

“The will explicitly says that you only inherit after you mary Lloyd” Andy said, “this was redacted 6 months ago, and again, is valid, we all know he was in his right mind” you looked at Lloyd, he seemed so relaxed and calm

“Andy, get the fuck out of here” Lloyd demanded, but before he could leave you interupted in anger

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you asked, “You do not boss him around” but Andy look at you with sorry eyes

“He does now, sweetheart” he said, before he put all the documents on his briefcase and left the room, leaving you alone with Lloyd, who took two long steps to be right in front of you

He encased your jaw with his hand, his face so close to you you could feel his hot breath on your face, making the little hairs of your neck curl. his maddened gaze made you squirmed

“I’ve been at your father's side for fifteen years, and my father for longer” he said, “and a spoiled little brat is not going to keep me from assuming the lead of this family���

“Let me go” you cried

“You are going to marry me, whether you liked it or not, and before you think about it, good luck finding someone that could help you”

“All of this for power?” you asked, “Let it all burn to the ground I’m not marrying you!” 

“I’m going to be the boss, and no one is going to ruin this for me” 

“You are never going to be the boss!” you spitted out, anger gripping your every cell, you had never remembered an instance in which you were more angry that you were right now. You released yourself from his grasp and walked until you were behind the desk 

“Oh really?” He drew a smile so wicked it made you shiver. Of all your father’s men, you feared Lloyd the most, not because of his aspect, but because of his silent, deadly and smug demeanor. You knew him and knew what he was capable of, and that’s why you feared and respected him, but now? you were so angry you didn’t care, but you should…

He was on you in a second, with his hand encasing your throat and made you retreat until your back was against the wall. You whined and squirmed, trying to scratch his thick arm, but he was wearing a wool sweater that prevented you from injuring him

“Let me go!” you cried 

“No until you marry me, hell, maybe not even then” he chuckled darkly. His handsome face, his hand on your neck barely squeezing, the single tone of his voice made your thighs clench. You had always found him hellishly attractive, but dangerous, so dangerous. He seemed to read your thoughts, because he smiled wickedly, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes. “I have to confess, I always wanted to do this, claim you, like you belonged to me…” he growled like a raging animal, and in a primal way you felt the danger, not only for your body but for your very soul, he was going to devour you whole. “Because you do”

“No” you whined, staying incredibly still

“I will make you mine then” he growled. He threw you over the desk, the air suddenly left your lungs when he pressed you against the hardwood

“I’m going to take what is mine” he threatened in your ear.

“Please lloyd, be nice” you begged, knowing that you couldn’t stop him, and actually doubting if you even wanted him to stop him. You felt so exposed like this, your dress a little short so your ass was almost uncovered. He held you against his desk with one of his hands behind your neck grabbing you oughly, and the other sneaked under your dress,

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me to marry you” he laughed 

“I’ll never…!” he ripped your thighs in a single movement, the sting burned your skin and the sudden chill air in your skin made you tremble, “no please” you begged, squeezing your thighs tighter. You didn’t know if you really wanted to stop him, or if you were scared he’d found how wet you were for him.

It was the latter

“Would you look at that” of course he mocked you, “I haven’t even touched you yet and I can actually see how wet you are without even taking out your panties” you whined hiding your face from him, but nothing could scape him, he was over everything, that’s why he was going to be the boss after all. 

“NO” you moaned, when you felt he sneaky fingers dangerously creeping in the lines of your panties

“I think you need to come to terms with the fact that I’m going to claim you, and you want me to do it” he mocked you, you trembled with a single of his fingers lazyly and barely touched your weeping pussy, almost a light touch was enough to made you moan

“No I don’t, you are not the boss” you wanted to provoke him, you wanted more, you wanted to tip him over the edge

“Let’s see, shall we?” his hand left your underwear and you didn’t like it. 

He touched a single button on the phone right beside your head, a gruff voice greeted Lloyd at the other side 

“Ari, would you be a sunshine and get the men in here?” he asked on the phone, and you trembled under him, squirming and turning like an alligator. 

“No!” you whined, but he only chuckled darkly, resuming his movements under your dress, finally ripping your underwear, “Why…?” a moan escaped your mouth interrupting yourself when you felt his thick fingers entering your pussy, his thumbs pressed on your clit making you cry out in need. You were so wet you thought something embarrassing had happened

“You are right, I will never be the boss” he said simply, “If I don’t assert my dominance now…” the door opened and trough it all your father’s most trusted men walked in, Andy, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, August Walker… you couldn’t see the rest because your eyes turned to the back of your head when two of his fingers curled inside of you touching and rubbing your g spot making you cum on the spot without a single warning

“Sunshine!” he reprimanded you but with a mocking voice, “You had to give a little preview first” he mocked, “I barely touched her sweet, wet little pussy and she already cummed on my fingers!” he told the rest. And you whined trying to hide your face from their heated gazes. The shame was overpowering your pleasure, tears threatened to burn your eyes.

“C'mon Sunshine” he purred in your ear, “give them a show, prove them that you are mine” his fingers kept moving, provoking, exploring. You felt his weight on your back, “Can’t wait to make you cum on my mouth” and the ghost feeling of his mustache on your clit make you tingle against him, and you wondered how good it must feel.

“´Lloyd” you called

“What do you want, baby?” he asked,

“You” you moaned, wiggling your hips. You heard laughs and chuckled, but you focused on the feeling of your body instead, if not you were going to cry

“You want me?” he asked

“Yes please” you whispered. And he chuckled

“How can I say no to that?” the fingers left your pussy, his other hand still having you by the back of your neck. Single handedly you heard him unbuckle his belt and opening his fly

“Andy, you are ordained, right?” he asked 

“That’s right” you heard him answer 

“Can you marry us while she is cumming around my cock?” he asked

“Your orders boss”

“That’s damn right,” he said, pleased. grabbing his cock and ruining it with your weeping entrance. You buckle your hips at his rhythm. “Well gentleman, as you can see, I’m staking my claim” in one single push he was buried inside you to the hilt. You screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Because no matter how wet you were, his cock was so thick and big it still burned when he split you open for him

“Shit!” you cursed biting your lower lip, closing your eyes tightly as you felt every vein, every ridge, and his tip kissing your cervix

“Holy shit this pussy is so good” he moaned darkly, one of his hands grabbing your hip so tight you knew it was going to leave a mark. “It’s squeezing me like a fist” 

“Lloyd” you cried, begged him, to move or to do something, because you knew that when he does, you were going to feel fucking amazing. You wanted to reach him, to touch him, but you couldn’t because of your position, the edge of the desk marking your thighs, your own body constricting your rib cage… but that all came to second place as you felt him retrieve himself and then thrust into you again, a slap sound could be heard in the room. His groin slapping against your ass. you moaned loudly, not hiding anymore how good he was making you feel. 

He started a rough tandem, drawing sounds you had never made before. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his cock rubbed against that special spot. his and left the back of your neck and grabbed your hips, drawing you to him to meet each thrust. 

“Fuck look at her” you heard the voice of Ari Levinson mocking you, watching your every expression your every sound you drew. Lloyd grabbed you by your hair, making you raise your head in the direction of your audience

“Look at her” he demanded, you opened your eyes and you looked at them, “look at her fucked out face” you closed your eyes, trying to zoom them out and just focus on how good you felt. 

You felt an orgasm coming, your pussy clenched around him greedily, you moaned softly when he released you gently, letting you hide your face again in your folded arms.

“Fuck that’s it” he grabbed you by the hair again and made you twist your head in a way he could see your face twisted in pleasure, looking at how good you looked when you cummed

“So hot” he growled, “sweet girl that’s it, give me everything” your juice stained the base of his cock and made his thrusts resound in a squelching sound. 

He took himself off of you, and you whined in protest, not liking it. You didn’t even get to see your audience and he turned you around, opening your legs and placing himself between them. He caressed your thighs gently before he grabbed them and made you stick to his hips. Your pussy colliding with his thick cock. You couldn’t see it, and you really wanted to, but he entered you so easily it was almost embarrassing, barely needing a little push the open you up for him again, the new, more intimate angle made the friccion it even more delicious when he kept his hard pase and rough thrusts. You wanted him against you, you reached for him also wanting to cover yourself from the men, that you could barely see from this new angle 

 and he leaned into you, his forehead pressing against yours. 

His hands encased your ribcage, finally feeling your front. He leaned in to watch your tits bounce over the neckline of your dress. For now it was enough… Now later when he’ll have you all to himself he will take the time to touch you and savor you whole.

“Don’t look at them now, I want your eyes on me when you come undone on my fat cock” he encased your jaw with his hand, his deep blue eyes chilling you to your bone his wicked smile made you tingle even more, losing yourself on his handsome face. “You are going to come again for me baby?”

“It’s too much” you complained, feeling your puffy pussy weeping, so tender, raw and sensitive you were going to pass out

“Are you going to marry me now?” you kept turning and twisting

“No” it was a negative but you couldn’t hold a moan that came with it, the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against your walls were making you feel insanely good, your eyes were turning to the back of your head, and yet another orgasm was creeping on you and you fleetingly thought you were going to lose it. Your consciousness, your mind, your body, all of it. 

“Really?” but as you almost touched the sky with your hands, he pulled out of you, making you whine in need, looking at him with teary eyes and found his mock face, smiling widely at you. You whined touching his black cardigan, demanding he resumed his thrusts

“No, please” you begged, your fingers sneaking under his wool vest and touching the hot skin of his muscled belly 

“What do you want, you little slut?” he mocked

“please” your hands tried to find his cock, and he laughed in your face, mocking you, “keep doing it” you begged 

“Are you seeing this?” he asked, looking at his men, many of them were touching themselves over their dress pants, many had their cocks out, and were shamelessly masturbating, “This little slut begging is something else” he turned his gaze back at you 

“I’m not a slut” you protested

“That’s right, you are only mine” he entered you again and an inhuman sound left your lips. your walls grabbed him like a vice. And he amazed himself of how much he wanted to cum inside you. Something similar flied through your mind you wanted to cum, but the gaze of all of them on you wouldn’t let you 

“Please Lloyd” you cried, your shame of being watched couldn't let you relax, “I’m marrying you” you promised, begging him with your eyes. his eyes looked in your for any signs of a lie, but couldn’t find any, his thumb caressed your cheek, and then he looked up to the group of men. He stilled his movements, leaving himself seated inside of you 

“Get out” demanded to his men, and they all even looked shocked, that he would draw the line there after all of it, “GET THE FUCK OUT!” He shouted making you wince and they left the room like it was on fire. When the door clicked shut after the last one, he looked down at you, in his eyes where something other than malice and desire, something more… human

“I’m going to make you mine,” he sentenced. “This is where you belong, right under me” his sudden tenderness made you swallow your own words, as he resumed his movements, his eyes never leaving yours, his hands encased your face, keeping you in place gently, “You are mine” you just nodded, “say it” he demanded

“I’m yours” you said lowly 

“You are going to marry me” he said then

“I’m going to marry you” you mumbled, your eyes trying to manifest him that you weren’t lying, you didn’t know if it was the pleasure, or fear 

“You are going to have my babies” he demanded then

“I’m going to have your babies” you confirmed

“I’m going to keep you nice and bred all the fucking time” he growled his wicked smile appearing again as he leaned in and kissed you. 

It was the first time he ever kissed you. His mustache tickled you making you smile against his mouth. and he chuckled darkly, grabbing you by the neck and pushed you until you were against the wood, taking your breath away when he separated himself from you

“I’m going to take care of you” he promised, “say it, believe it”

“You are going to take care of me” you whispered, and he smiled, kissing you again, this time, he didn’t release you and instead he fucked you rougher, faster, the tip of his cocks grazing your special spot every single time, you moaned on his mouth wantonly, needed him, your arms hugged him drawing him more tightly against you. Your legs wrapped around his middle, keeping him even closer to you. not wanting him to let you go. And just like that, your orgasm creeped out on you, your walls tightening around him, strangled his cock inside you. 

“That’s it baby” when he separated himself from you a thin line of saliva still joined your hungry mouths

“Lloyd” you called like a prayer, looking into his eyes

“Fuck!” he yelled, with a last hard thrust he stilled inside you, cumming so hard, hot spurts of him cum painting your walls. “Shit Sunshine” he whined letting himself fall over your. You hugged him tightly against you, like you didn’t want him to separate from you, you didn’t want to let him go. “That’s it Pumpkin, sweet girl” he kissed your forehead, “FUck, I never cummed that hard before, shit” his stormy blue eyes found yours. And as you regained your breaths, you gazed upon one another. He kissed you again. more swiftly but no less powerful

You whined when he took himself off of you. Not liking the emptiness he left 

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll be inside of you soon enough” he said with his gruff voice

You felt his thick seed dripping from your hole and down your thighs. Making you moan, repressing the need to collect it with your fingers, Lloyd did it for you, and then he fed it to you, rubbing his fingers in your mouth, and smiled widely when you licked his fingers, tasting his seed and moaning because of his salty taste

“That’s a good wife” he mocked, he actually helped you with your dress, putting it back in place and helped you on your feet. You whined again when your lack of pantis made you feel his cum dripping down your thighs, staining them

“Lloyd” you cried, but not even knew what you wanted from him, you looked into his eyes and he smiled softly, encasing your face with his hands, and leaned in to kiss you softly

“Mine” he growl against your mouth

“Yours” you confirmed, he lets go off you

“Now I need to talk to the men, so wifey, smile and go make me a nice dinner” he whispered derogatorily in your ear, spanking your ass, encouraging you to leave the office, the men outside smiling knowingly when they saw you, but they bowed with their heads as you passed by them. You were the wife of the boss now. 

You heard the men laugh when they saw you could barely walk out of the study, hearing Lloyd

“Now, you all are going to pledge your allegiance to me” he demanded as you kept walking towards the kitchen to talk to the staff about the new order in the house

He was the boss now. And you were no longer the dutiful daughter, now you were the dutiful wife. 

I've wanted to write about the clit tickler for a while now, and I will do it again! muajaja

PART II IN HERE

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[jamneuromain]

I have an idea omg. We need more of Lloyd and reader... What about a situation when Lloyd got injured, like he kicked someone's ass , got his knuckles bleeding, or maybe he got a cut or smth... and the reader though she's aware of her blood-seeing problem ofc decided to help him, trying to fight her hemophobia best she could because Lloyd needed her help. Or it can be quite the opposite, the reader got hurt in some way, bleeding a bit, and Lloyd decided to help her because he knows her reaction to seeing blood and all. What do you think?😬☺

Hi Elena😌❤️ （sorry that it took so long I accidentally deleted my draft ... and took very long to recover from the devastating fact :l

Your "Lloyd got hurt" idea certainly is very interesting....👀

So, what would happen if Lloyd got hurt and he has no one else to turn to but his secretary with hemophobia...🤔

Bleed Out

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader (Driver!Denny Carmicheal), Graphic Depiction of Blood and Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has hemophobia (fear of blood), a lot of cursing.

Summary: Lloyd is under your protection for now.

A/N: This is the sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love to Mob!Lloyd<333

One thing, one particular feature you like about the apartment you're living in, is that this little condo - along with the rest of the building and five other blocks in the vicinity, belongs to a high-end resident community that has strict security guard patrol schedules and limited key-card access. These precautions resulted in rocket-high market prices and a rather wealthy neighborhood, as the owner of these buildings forbids renting, for every keycard that could access the front gate, elevators, and their matching apartments, accompanied by facial recognition embedded in the little chip. When you get home every night (or afternoon, if you are lucky), you have to press your keycard and stand before the camera before the gate grants you inside. This brings quite some comfort for you, working for a mob boss named Lloyd Hansen, and knowing that his associates are basically "wanted" by rival gangs for the valuable information they possess.

While it is impossible that you could afford such an exquisite apartment with your salary, though very well-paid, you are truly grateful because Lloyd signed this condo - his condo - to you without a word (or asking a dime from you) when you told him during your final interview that you will be needing a week to relocate before starting the job.

That's when you made up your mind that Lloyd Hansen is a boss worthy to work for.

It's not a big place. Having two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Decorated in white, black, and grey, clearly matching Lloyd's taste when he asked his lawyer to give you the key card and have you move in.

You've lived here for three years now. Adding soft cushions and light-colored sets to the tedious design here and there. Like the sunflower tablecloth and daisy plates and bowls. Like the pink polka dot sheets and duvet covers. And the fluffy slippers, taken out from the cabinets, ready to be put on as soon as fuzzy socks don't work their magic any more.

You are finishing washing the mug you just used. After putting it on the racks, you wipe your hands with a clean cloth. It is a workday tomorrow, and you intend to sleep early to wake up with a fresh spirit to deal with your (sometimes) moody boss. Treating yourself to a nice little read in the bedside lamp radiating yellow glow - another decoration that you feel much needed for this place, you reach out to turn off the lamp when there's a sudden rush of knock on your door.

You zip your mouth shut.

The news two weeks ago, about a woman who was curious about the baby crying at her door, was yanked out of her apartment as soon as she opened the door, being raped and killed in her own bed.

You are smart enough not to ask "Who is it", letting this unexpected guest learn that a young female is at home.

When the unexpected visitor doesn't hear your reply, they knock on the door more fiercely, nearly knocking your heart out of your throat.

You remember the tutorial online: Approach the door with caution, and check the surveillance camera. If there's no one in sight, call the cops. If there's anything out of the ordinary, like a baby or a kitten by the door, call the cops.

In summary, call the cops.

Your fingers hover above your phone, having the police number on speed dial, when you turn on the surveillance camera monitor by the door.

A very bruised, cut, and tired Lloyd, having a gun in his hand, banging on your door as he winces in pain.

"Goodness gracious-" Your gasp gets stuck in your throat. Opening the door in an instant, there's nothing else in your mind than keeping him alive. Your goosebumps on high alert as Lloyd's eyes scan over you. You pull him in, checking that the hallway is secure, before closing the heavy door as quietly as possible.

You turn to him, "Mr. Han-" Your words stop mid-sentence as you feel the need to fight the bile down your throat.

Yes. Mr. Hansen is very much covered in the one thing you hate most in the world.

Blood.

Blood splattered on his chest, his ridiculous choice of the blue-white striped polo shirt and cuts littered over his face and bare arms. His pants are dripping. Some crimson-colored liquid will stick permanently onto your floor and your beloved carpet.

Redness, some stained into near-brown, all over his figure.

You hold your breath, not letting the iron taste linger to make matters worse.

Lloyd walks, more like limps to each of your rooms - now that you can breathe a little while the blood smell is gone temporarily, and convince yourself that it's just ketchup on your boss (though you doubt that trick works) - and inspects each of them with his finger on the gun's trigger.

Taking in the whole situation, three things pop into your mind.

Lloyd is in desperate need of medical attention.

You are most likely to faint as soon as he returns, seeing this amount of blood.

Lloyd wouldn't knock on your door if this isn't desperate for him as well.

As Lloyd approaches, you are wrecking every brain cell to work a way out of this.

" 'S anyone here?" He asks, pulling the safe of his gun back on, before plopping down on your couch and groaning because he most definitely pulls one or two, if not a few of his wounds.

However, one of THE most brilliant ideas comes to you when you are holding your breath.

You shake your head, raising one finger to tell him you need a moment - or you hope that your running off conveys the message, and dash towards your bathroom.

Lloyd sags down on the couch, not even bothering to get up or turn his head to watch whether you've pulled out a gun pointing at him. You probably wouldn't do so, since you chose to pull him in, instead of letting him bleed out by your door.

When you appear in front of him again, his body briefly stuns a moment, before emerging in a burst of full-blown laughter. He laughs so hard that his laughter turns into coughs, which leads to him pressing his hand over his chest in case he tears his wounds further.

You place your hands on your hips. Compared to him, you are least amused by your idea.

You smoothed your hair back and put on your scuba diving goggles from a paid leave last year. Lloyd personally oversaw your two-week vacation, paying from your hotel suite to your travel expenses, and even ordering you full scuba diving equipment for your one-hour scuba lesson.

Of course, you weren't actually interested in becoming an expert, but the scuba equipment was too nice to be thrown away.

"Not funny." You breathe through your mouth. Even though the orange plastic - or glass, you don't quite know which - changes how the bloody Lloyd looks in your eyes, it still doesn't completely change the idea that Lloyd is, in fact, covered in blood, as much as you don't want to think about it. And it definitely doesn't block the smell of blood, which probes the nerves at the back of your nose whenever you breathe through your mouth.

Lloyd scans your "outfit", his laughter slowly dials down, eventually turns into a lazy smile ghosting his lips, "You're right. It's not."

It's over 10:30 pm, and you usually would have been sleeping, or lying on your bed, at least. But no, you are stuck in the living room with your boss who's about to die any minute, and you are only able to stand in front of him, alive and thinking, with a fucking scuba mask on.

So, fuck this.

You roll your eyes at your cold-blooded boss. "Should I call your doctor? Or send you to the hospital?"

The smirk disappears.

Although he didn't say "no" to the hospital, by now you've realized the hospital choice was crossed off the board, as he chose you instead of ringing the police - which will no doubt lead to an investigation since Lloyd is the most notorious mob in Los Angles.

You search for the first aid bag that you stocked away when you moved in. It has rarely been used.

"Doc's dead." He murmurs, but loud enough for you to understand. He spoke with a sadness that only appears when he has lost one of his people. "I took Jared to his clinic."

You know Jared, he is one of the muscles working for Lloyd. He helped take care of one of Lloyd's rivals, Brewer.

"The deal with the Russian mobs tonight went wrong, but we got out in one piece." Lloyd explains curtly, "I got him to Doc's place to get stitched up. But we were attacked... Doc died, so did Jared."

So... two of his people.

Medical alcohol and Q-tips were picked from the bag, then a roll of gauze. You place those on the coffee table.

"I think you need something bigger than a Q-tip." He chuckles, unbuckling his belt, removing his pants. You open your mouth wanting to argue it's probably best that he doesn't move right now, but you silence yourself when you see a flesh wound -

Blood trickles down his thigh, leaving a scorched round hole on his leg. You turn your head to the other side as soon you feel the need to hurl. Even with your goggles on, deep down, you know that it's blood, not ketchup, nor some red paint oozing from his body.

“Don’t puke on my shoes. Crocodiles died for it.” A strangled grunt comes out of his mouth when he finished speaking, having your heart tug in the slightest of agony.

The belt he took off just now is turned into an instant tourniquet on his thigh. The blood drips slower than it did, but it keeps ruining your carpet.

“Yeah, I bet the crocodile spirits hate you right now.” You mutter under your breath, snatching a face mask from the first-aid kit, taking a small inhale after you put it over your face.

Much, much better now.

Lloyd snorts out a short laugh, “You look like one of those bird-man in the Middle Ages when they are battling the plague.”

“Yeah well,” You place your hand on your hips, feeling somewhat braver to deal with this bloody mess all over your living room, “You’re about to bleed out on my couch, so let’s start with you telling me what else I can help with.”

Lloyd spares a glance at you when he’s busy rolling the gauze and pressing it onto his gunshot wound, his expression uninterpretable. Though you would guess that he is mildly impressed.

“Got any liquor? Something strong?” He raises his brows almost challengingly, “I don’t see any painkillers here, so … Bourbon? Whiskey? Scotch? Anything?”

You do have a bottle of whiskey that your cousin gave to you when you moved in. He’d come to visit and lend a helping hand from time to time. You take two glasses from the cupboard and half a bottle of whiskey.

You could use some liquid courage with a murder scene and your psycho boss in the middle of this lovely condo.

With the aid of whiskey and your patching and cleaning of the rest of the wounds, Lloyd is able to sleep through the night soundly without worrying about being a rigid corpse in the morning.

Yawning, and accidentally stretching his patched-up wounds, he allows a string of curses to flow out of his lips. Judging by the sunlight peeking through your curtains, he’d say it’s 9 or 10 in the morning. Last night, he was tired when the adrenaline gradually faded away, and he did not have the chance to take a close look at your – used to be his – place.

You did not put this place through any major changes, just some minor traces, reminding him that he is, in a sense, invading this cozy little apartment with his banged-up body.

With a decent set of fresh suit, shirt, and tie on the chair beside the bed.

Faint murmurs come from the other side of the door, Lloyd tenses up immediately, pulling his gun under the pillow, where he stocked last night, and turns the doorknob slowly.

“… shut up.” He hears you smack someone’s arm jokingly.

Your voice blends in with the voice in his memory of last night, when he winced in pain as you tried to take out glass shards from his forehead with a pair of tweezers, when he swung another gulp of whiskey from the bottle.

“Fucking hell, woman, I swear you’re trying to scoop my brains out rather than finding the glass pieces.” He grumbled.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out, Mr. Hansen. Now I’m kindly asking you to shut up so I can take care of your wounds before it could get any worse.” You said impatiently, having struggled between the discomfort in your stomach and your determination to get him patched up, but adjusted your attitude soon after, keeping your mouth shut and pushing his upper body so he would lean on the couch and be still, while you turned on the flashlight to search the little glass piece on his forehead.

The warm and shallow breath fell on the ridge of his nose. It was broken, sure, tingling and itching, but it also meant that you were close, close enough to kiss-

“Cuz, are you sure that-”

The male voice is cut off when Lloyd in a black suit appears in front of you and a young man. One of his hands behind his back, you know far too well he’s holding the gun and will shoot your cousin’s brain out if you don’t explain quickly.

“Morning Mr. Hansen. This is my cousin, Connor Ashborne, studying at UCLA Med School.” You smile politely towards your boss, “I called for him to check up on you, since you refused to go to any doctor with a gunshot wound. He’s here to provide professional medical assistance.”

“Mr. Hansen,” the young man extends his hand for Lloyd to shake, “I’ve heard of a lot of things about you.”

“Lots of bad things, I hope.” Lloyd throws in a comment half-sarcastically, plopping himself down on the couch, ignoring your cousin’s extending hand, “Shit.” When he stretches his wounds again, the gauze must have clotted with his flesh for this level of pain.

“Cuz?” Conner turns his choice to your hand, “It’s your call. I can’t force your boss to do anything.”

“Yeah, me neither.” You mutter, “He’s more stubborn than a bull with eyes on the red flag.”

“Careful there, sunshine.” Lloyd gulps down some whiskey, numbing the pain in his thigh, “I can hear ya’ loud and clear.”

You silently shrugged towards your cousin, letting him know that you could not be of help any more than he did. “You should probably head to your classes.” You speak softly towards Connor, “Say hi to your sister for me, will you?”

“Sure thing, cuz. Remember those antibiotics and pain meds for the... patient in the kit.” He pulls you into a hug, “No need to thank me, I know, I'm one of a kind.”

Yeah, he's a one-of-a-kind dick when he wants to be. You can't help but smile knowing that his ego bloated after coming to your aid.

“I’ll see you around Christmas, yeah?”He asks.

“Around Christmas.” You confirm, patting his back.

Connor shoots you a wink and a “Bye, cuz”, grabbing the bicycle helmet on the kitchen counter and rushing out of your apartment like a gust of wind.

"A-hem." Lloyd clears his throat.

You let out a long exhale, realizing the big problem-o is still sitting on the couch like he owns this place – he indeed still does, as you have helped combing through his real estate. He owns the whole residential community – more specifically, has a lot of shares in the company which runs this residence, at the very least. Putting your best, and most professional courtesy on, you ask Lloyd, “I’ve called Denny earlier this morning. He’s now driving around the block. Denny has driven to your place and picked up the usual breakfast from your cook. Should I call him and tell him to come up? Or you’d like to head to the office right now?”

“Tell him to come up. I’ve been shot. It seems fair to skip work this morning.” Lloyd has the usual smug smile on his face. Stepping into his crocodile shoes onto the floor, spreading his arms over the couch, he looks down at the ground before narrowing his eyes and raising a sharp question: “You’ve had the carpet thrown out?”

Of course, you’ve had the carpet thrown out. Or you would throw up five times per hour.

You thought so when carrying the blood-soaked carpet downstairs, after making sure Lloyd was asleep around midnight. As his secretary, it is your job to make sure he doesn’t have to worry about anything besides his business.

You carried the carpet downstairs, avoiding cameras as carefully as possible, with your ridiculous scuba goggles and face mask on, and dumped the carpet, into another residence trash can two blocks further. With his blood and his scent on it, it is easy to lure those henchmen away if they bring hounds to search for Lloyd.

Lloyd does not go down without a fight, that you were certain. You were also certain of the fact that the transaction gone wrong would make relative parties involved less than happy, hence the ambush at Doc’s place. If they struck once, it seemed possible that they would strike again, knowing that Lloyd was hurt.

Also packing hydrogen peroxide, a powerful bleach, and a pack of Q-tips with you, you carefully erased the traces of Lloyd’s blood from the street to your residence building, and inside the elevator.

“Miss Y/L/N!” The security guard exclaimed on seeing you back inside the building. He was smart enough not to comment on you pulling your scuba goggles and face mask off, but smiled warmly, “A rough night?”

You smile back, “Hi Henry. I hate to pull ranks on you, Henry, I really do. But in less than ten minutes you are going to get a call from your boss, who has gotten a call from his boss, asking you to do exactly what I tell you to, which is to make a copy of the surveillance footage of the security cameras, and delete the original copy stored in the computers stored somewhere in this building. You are also going to tell me whether anyone has dropped by when your shift ends this morning, who looks suspicious, asking questions even though they don’t live here.”

The smile froze on Henry’s face, “Miss Y/L/N, it’s against the company orders…”

Just then, the phone on Henry’s desk rang, which Henry took the minute it made a sound.

The smile turned to a serious frown.

“…Yes. Yes, Sir. I’ll see to it.” He hung up the phone after a polite “Good night”, straightening his security guard uniform, and moved around the desk, “This way, Ma’am.”

After burying your head in the toilet bowl and throwing up almost half an hour ago, you had used your cell phone and called Lloyd's business partner up ahead, told him that Lloyd had issued a command to erase surveillance camera footage of a specific building and asked to keep a copy.

His business partner, hauled up from his bed because of this phone call in the middle of the night, knew better than to refuse.

… and that was why the Russian mob drove through the block later that morning at 1 a.m. and did not find a trace of Lloyd taking shelter in your condo after circling the area for quite some time.

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Bucky Barnes’ Fic Rec

 A/N I’m creating this fic rec mostly to be able to find all my favourites without too much trouble, hope you’ll enjoy it as well!

By the way, I didn’t write any of those fics, all the writers are credited and their blog linked to make it easier for y’all to find their work.

New fics will be added here and there from time to time

Chubby!Bucky :

Chubby !bucky masterlist – ofstars and vibranium

Buckycuddlebuddy – chubby !bucky masterlist (chubby!bucky)

Chubby!Bucky x Personal Trainer!Reader - boxofbonesfic

Spoiling Chubby!Bucky - angrythingstarlight

Chef’s Kisses - ofstarsandvibranium (chef!bucky)

Roommate!Bucky :

And they’re roommates – golden-barnes

So, This is love - ofstarsandvibranium

“My turn ons?...”   -  persuasivus

Favorite Mug - ladyvesuvia

Student!Bucky :

Disturbances - toastedkiwi  (college!bucky)

Twelve - toastedkiwi (collge!bucky)

Study skills – jobean12-blog

Roommates - Kaikat (student!bucky) 

Interested -  imaginedocx (college!chubby!bucky) 

No Such Thing - sanguineterrain (college!bucky) 

Her name - barnestruck

Softcore - kaikat

Naive - sebystann

Save Me - espinosaurusrexex

Biker!Bucky :

And he’s feeling good – angrythingstarlight (biker!bucky)

All Bikers are Hell’s Angels -  sweet-barnes (biker!bucky)

The boogeyman and other monstrosities - pellucid-constellations

Biker!Bucky smut - holylulusword 

Fighter!Bucky :

Fight for You - revengingbarnes

Angel - toastedkiwi (ufcfighter!bucky)

Prize – metalbuckaroo (fight club!bucky)

  Artist!Bucky (artist, tattoo artist, musician...) :

Timid Touch - aries-writingblog (artist!bucky)

Petals and Ink - onceuponastory (tattoo artist!bucky)

Lotus Flower Bomb - nexusnyx (musician!bucky)

Groupie Luv -  qyllenhaal  Smut  (rocker!bucky)

Make it count - serpienten

  Coffee!Shop / Bar AU :

Bucky with a smiley face - winterdrag0n

Perfect Blend - moonlightsolo

gin, tonic & a lemon on top - romantic-barnes

Favorite Bar - westviewtroubles

On the job - gentlybarnes

The regular - angie-likes-to-art

How you get the girl – barnesafterglow

Mafia!Bucky :

Barnes Bakery - hallowdeaths  (Mafia!Bucky) series

Mafia Bucky & Tattoos - angrythingstarlight

Kinanabinks’ Mob!Bucky Series

Mafia!bucky / « leaving notes in each other’s lunch box when they know i twill be a steessful day at work »  - lokithealligator

Alpha!Bucky :

Break Lights - boxofbonesfic

Zealous-whispers-of-us-redux  - Masterlist ( alpha!bucky  x vampire!reader )

How they met.. - angrythingstarlight

Medical!Bucky:

Flashing Light - pellucid-constellations

Convalescence - pellucid-constellations

Drunk in love - toastedkiwi

How you get the girl - captainscanadian

Athlete!Bucky :

For the love of the game - pellucid-constellations

Out of bounds - foreverindreamlandd (athlete!bucky) 

Anger issues – hailhydra920

Beefy!Bucky :

Beefy!Florist!Bucky Universe - navybrat817

Beefy Burrito - jobean-12

Soul tie (A hair tie love story) - jobean-12

Soul tie 2 - jobean-12

Soul Tie 3 - jobean-12

Whatta Man (Soul Tie 4) - jobean-12

Alpha!Bucky :

Being alpha!bucky’s soulmate – thefanbasewhore

snuggles - toastedkiwi

Miscellaneous :

Here’s looking at you, kid - boxofbonesfic

Mr Grinch -  alisonsfics (enemy!bucky)

Snowfall, softly - sweetdreamsbuck (lumberjack!bucky)

Neighborly Behavior - angrythingstarlight (neighbour!bucky)

Learn your lesson  - avengersfangirlimagines (avenger!bucky)

“My turn ons?...”   -  persuasivus

Waiting it out - ofstarsandvibranium

Five confessions Bucky makes - capatinrogerss (avenger!bucky)

motioncvpture - “Don’t come in...”

Morning Kisses - Buckybleu  (avenger!bucky)

It’s too early for this shit - persephonesinfernos

Moderator – toastedkiwi (streamer!bucky)

Cowboy !Bucky / I.IG.Y.M.H.W.Y.T.I.A.M.M.T.H.M.I.T.W – mcuimaginesandstuff

Unlovable - thewxntersoldier (Bestfriend!Bucky)

Barrister’s beau – jadedvibes (lawyer!bucky)

Simply delicious – 440mxs-wife (chef!bucky)

Getting scared gone too far – subwaysurf45

Favorite - barnestuff

main thing baby – nexusnyx

your roommate’s boyfriend – schmucksbucks

“what are you going to do, sue the ghost?” – vibraniumcollar (sugar daddy!bucky)

#marvel #marvel imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #biker!bucky #mafia!bucky #librarian!bucky #alpha!bucky #college!bucky #chubby!bucky

[silkylovey]

Laws and Guns two

laws and guns masterlist

Y/n have been living in Tom’s mansion for 2 weeks now. Most of the time she was in her office, investigating Tom’s case. He asked her to be his mob’s lawyer.

For a man with a baby face, his mob has a lot of cases. Those were the ones that kept her busy.

Thomas Stanley Holland is accused of the murder of Dawson Braywel. Mr. Braywel’s body was found with 2 broken fingers, his thumb and his ring finger on his right hand and his left hand has bruises that were probably caused by the power of a hammer or the back of a gun. His chest was a few cuts but not deep enough to kill him. Reporters discovered that Mr. Braywel was starved and possibly tortured for unknown reasons. The reason why Mr. Holland is accused is the last time Mr. Braywel was seen on camera. He was seen chatting with Mr. Holland at a local pub in West London. They were chatting with a lot of expressions and what seems a lot of anger.

This is why the court orders that he comes with a lawyer that can defend his case on Thursday, April 23 at 9 o’clock.

Law Courts of London

Y/n read that mail at least 3 times to realize what kind of sick husband she had. There was no doubt Tom killed that man and now she will have to defend him even tho she wanted him behind bars.

His office’s doors came into her sight. She wanted to knock on the doors but she heard moans coming from behind them. She felt disgusted, but it’s not like she expected something better. Not only is her husband a killer, but he is also a cheater.

As she was walking back to her own office, she bumped into Harrison Osterfield aka Tom’s right-hand man. “Watch where you’re going, prick!” she exclaimed with anger.

“Sorry, love but do you know where Tom is?” he asked with a smirk on his face as if he had something bad planned.

“Yeah in his office giving London another mini Tom why?” she asked him but he ignored her question and said: “He is a nice guy maybe if you weren’t so closed you would make a happily married couple.”

His sentence reminded her that she was married to him and at everyone knows her as Mrs. Holland, the wife of Tom Holland. All she wanted to do was crawl in a hole and never come out of it.

She looked back at Harrison and said: “Can I have an assistant?”

“Yeah, and who do you want as an assistant?” he asked while tilting his head.

“Adam Russell”, she told him with a smile.

Adam Russell was Y/n’s first best friend, they did everything together. She befriended him when she was 6, he was 8 at that time. They were attached by hip, her mum joked around and always said ‘Vous allez vous marier’ ( you two will get married in the future). Amanda knew about their strong friendship that could maybe grow into love but she still decided to sign the paper that gave her only daughter away.

“Yeah, I’ll get that fixed.” Harrison finally left her alone.

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Y/n

No, I did not ask Osterfield for Adam because I want Tom to be jealous. No way! I just feel alone and everyone knows each other here so well and I have no one.

I didn’t want to make friends in this household because I knew that everything I told someone will directly be reported to Tom. It’s like I am an experiment.

I never ate dinner with the Holland. I never stayed on the ground floor. My food and drinks were delivered to my office by Elizabeth, my favorite maid. She always made sure that I got everything, sometimes she reminded me of my mum. But I don’t trust her because I heard her tell Tom what I ate and drank that day.

That was probably the weirdest conversation I heard in this household.

But today I needed to eat downstairs with everyone to chat with them and Tom about the mail I received earlier today.

Tom called me down for dinner, he did that every evening, well he would send a maid but still. I huffed, my feet carrying me downstairs. I reached the end of the staircase and found everyone seated at the table except him.

I took my seat and started to fiddle with my hands, assuming everyone was waiting for him. I felt eyes on me so I decided to look up. Everyone was staring at me like I was mental.

One of the many maids came quickly up to you. “Mrs. Holland, you can’t sit here, that’s the boss’ seat.”

I started to look at the other chairs and realized that the one I was seated on was slightly bigger than the rest.

“Oh.” I blew out but I didn’t move. I’m sure he won’t have any trouble sitting on another chair.

“If you could please just-”, the maid started but was cut off by my short question.

“If I could what?” I asked her with an irritated look, if she couldn’t guess by my question that she was irritating me then she knew now by my look.

“I am sorry, my lady”, she didn’t look me in the eye instead she stared at the ground with what I assumed were tears. I felt bad but I have to keep my act up.

“Definitely Tom Holland’s wife”, Harry, Tom’s brother, said to Harrison and Sam while laughing.

Tom finally came down while jogging, his neck had red lipstick on it and a few buttons of his dress shirt were open and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he got laid.

As he saw me in his seat he said: “My love, this is my seat so if you could just sit there it would be just fine.” He pointed to the chair next to him and he had the audacity to smile at me as if he didn’t just bang someone while I, his wife, was in the house.

“No, thanks,” I replied with a monotone voice. After I said that a blonde lady was running to the front door with a few clothes in her hands. “Tom, why don’t you show your girlfriend the way out while, we eat dinner, thanks.”

He stared at me with pure rage in his eyes but that didn’t scare me, I just stared back at him.

He finally turned around and opened the door for his hook-up. While he did that the maids were giving us our dishes.

“Harrison do you mind coming to my office, I could really use your help on the case I am working on right now after dinner of course,” I asked him because I couldn’t face Tom at this moment.

“Darling, don’t you think you should ask that to me because it’s my case?” I heard Tom’s stupid voice, I could feel the smirk in his tone.

“You still here, I thought you were giving London more of your DNA?” I could hear his brothers laughing even Harrison.

He just scoffed at me and left to eat in his office.

After dinner, Harrison told me to call him Haz and followed me to my office.

“You know no one is or was allowed in your office, when Tom found out he was going to marry you, he was angry, yes but he was interested in you. He hired the best indoor décor person to come and design your office. Your office is so different from all the other rooms in this house.” Wow, Tom had feelings. My stomach turned at the thought of him making efforts for me.

I can’t like him, he is an ass.

I started interrogating him about Dawson Braywel and he didn’t know a lot but I created some arguments that could help Tom out of this mess.

At 3 a.m. I dismissed Haz and went to my bedroom, I didn’t notice Tom’s presence. I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower and do my skincare routine.

I opened the door that led to my bedroom and walked into the built-in closet, I took some silk loungewear that is comfortable enough to sleep in, and as I dropped the towel I heard “Fuck love.”

In fear, I picked the towel back up and wrapped myself in it and that’s when I saw him. He was manspreading on the loveseat next to the bookcase. He was looking at my body with no shame.

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Tom

“What are you doing here?” the question came out of her pretty lips, the lips I thought of all day, that mouth with the snappy comebacks.

“This room is ours, just a reminder,” I told her. “Yes and that’s why I kicked you out of this room so why are you here?” she asked again.

“I just came to tell you that I didn’t like the way you disrespected me today at dinner,” I spoke so softly to her, I have never spoken to someone like that except my mum.

“You disrespected me the moment you thought of fucking that hooker, so I want you to leave my room right now or I will call your men to make you leave my room, are we clear?” she did have a point, but what can I say. A man has his needs right.

After that I just looked at her, she looked so pretty, with her hair in a bun and her fluffy towel hugging her curves. She was gorgeous.

I left her room because I don’t want my men to escort me out of my own room.

I was frustrated so I called Candy, knowing that she’ll be here in 15 minutes. I needed to take my frustrations on someone and she was a good target.

Candy: I am here Tommy

I opened the front door and led her to a random room but I made sure it was close to Y/n’s room so that she could hear how frustrated she makes me.

I grabbed her arm and shoved her into the bed. I grabbed her waist in my hand and moved her so that she was on all fours. "So rough Tommy," I shushed her as I lifted her revealing dress up.

I shoved my fingers into her mouth. I shoved them as far back as they will go, making sure to get them wet, before ripping them out and shoving them inside of her. I only gave her two thrusts of my fingers before ripping them out and unbuckling my belt. "Just take it."

With that, I rammed my already hard cock inside of her, and she gasped. She wasn’t really tight but my only thought when I was fucking her went to Y/n, what sounds she would make if I was inside of her. How she would roll her eyes, how she would hold onto me with her perfectly manicured hands.

"Fuck," she snarled, her hands finding my biceps. She dug into my arms with her nails as I fucked her with no mercy.

“No fucking marks,” I said with an angry tone.

“Sorry, Tommy,” she responded while gripping the sheets of the bed.

I continued ramming into her with brutal thrusts, my frustration and anger withering away as I fucked her. “Tommy,” she moaned, I’ve never fucked her this rough but I didn’t care.

My whole arm wrapped tightly around her throat, dick buried deep inside of her. My bicep flexed against her throat as I took her from behind. "That feels good?" I asked, making eye contact with her in the mirror. She nodded while she knew I didn’t care if it felt good for her.

I pulled out and came on her back while I did that I thought of Y/n. I thought of how she always says that London is filled with my DNA while I never came in someone. That’s only for when I am going to fuck Y/n.

Candy looked at me with a smile, I paid her and she left as usual.

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Y/n

I woke up tired, the whole night I heard the same one screaming and moaning my husband’s name.

I walked downstairs, the kitchen in, and Haz came up to me and said: “Adam’s here and he is waiting for you in your office. He came like 15 minutes ago.”

I sprinted to my office and saw him after 5 years and I gave him my greatest smile and a big hug.

“Salut mon ange.” He greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. (Hello, my angel)

He used the call me that all the time because that is my second name, it started as a little game to annoy me but I didn’t mind it so it stayed.

“I need your help and I remembered that your parents decided to move to England, that’s why I asked Haz to look for you. I’m just so lonely and mon mari est le plus gros bâtard du monde. J’en ai marre.” I told him honestly because I wasn’t happy here. (my husband is the biggest bastard in the world. I've had it up to here.)

He gave me a hug to shut me up. He kept on kissing my temple and at that time we heard a throat get cleared. Adam let me go and we saw Tom at my door and he looked angry.

“Adam this is my husband Tom and Tom this is my best friend Adam.” The tension between them to was so high I felt like I was suffocating.

Tom only nodded and grabbed my hand and led me to his office.

“Are you sure he isn’t your husband because you looked so cute all cuddled up,” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

I put my hand on his cheek and looked him straight into the eyes and said: “But the ring on my righthand binds me to you doesn’t it?” I tilted my head while I asked the question. “But who are you to judge, you fuck the same girl while you are married.” After that sentence, I felt so good that I whispered against his lips. “Don’t get mad because you do so much worse.”

With that I left his office and went back to Adam.

“Lovely husband you got your hands on,” he said with a smirk.

“Arranged marriage, Adam. I would never think of marrying someone that full of himself,” I told him while sitting in my desk chair.

“Yeah, I figured but he still is your type, brown hair and brown eyes, cocky. Better looking than Jack,” he made you laugh after weeks of working non-stop. It felt good being reunited with my best friend.

Until my bastard husband came into my office again. “Lunch is ready.”

I looked at him with a questioned expression. He never came to call me for lunch, he never ever send a maid to call me for lunch. What’s up with him?

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ORVON as the BAD COP/INCOMPETENT COP

Some cops are useless. Some cops are dirty. And some cops are an amazing combination of the two, with a healthy dose of Lawful Stupid to go with it. Police suffering from Bad Cop/Incompetent Cop are corrupt, useless, unnecessarily violent, or just complete douchebags on a power trip. In this town, The Bad Guys Are Cops.

Maybe they're all corrupt. Maybe just a few are corrupt, but the rest are so incompetent that they completely ignore (or feel powerless against) the swath of abuse, violence, and destruction the corrupt cops leave. Perhaps understandably, their jurisdiction usually ends up being a Vice City or Wretched Hive.

@gc-appreciationweek

#in this AU orvon is a dirty cop since he supplies information to amoral attorney!rix #he doesn't know that rix works for the flavians though... he was just helping out a homie in this miserable town but that'll soon change #he's gonna get dragged into all the drama LOL #in a movie setting otvon would be the comedic relief of the main trio (afiy rix orvon) #do y'all read the tags i am so sorry i just have a lot of thoughts #romance club #RCGCAW #gladiator chronicles #orvon #gc noir au #editing this i realized orvon is actually very handsome wtf #orvon's family was also killed by a mob related incident... which will be fun to find out later on as he also finds out rix is a mob lawyer