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𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Your mobster is willing to negotiate for the return of some very incriminating photos.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Semi-public smut•outdoor sex•oral (fem receiving)•slight cum play•hint of a breeding kink•chase kink•choking kink•knife play•dom/sub vibes•overstimulation.

𝘈.𝘕.:Beta’d by the wonderful @lunarbuck and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming.

|Masterlist↬Mafia Masterlist↬Library↬Latte|

↬Part of the Bumblebee Series.

“Give me the camera, Malyshka,” Bucky growls softly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing.

No, you don’t think you will. You are enjoying yourself way much to hand it over.

You caught the mobster in the middle of an outdoor princess tea party. When he had stepped out of his office for a quick break, Bumblebee, your toddler, was waiting for him. She declared her Papa a prince, slapped one of her crowns on his head, and told him it was time for a party. He let himself be pulled away from his territory disputes and out to the backyard.

Now he’s surrounded by Daisy, Mr. Tato, and a sleepy Bumblebee. She’s crashing from an apple juice and cupcake-induced sugar high. Her little body slumping over in her rose gold chair, sprinkled-covered mouth open in a drowsy smile, cheek pressed to the table barely able to muster up the energy to let out the Hi mommy, her bright pink shirt riding up, exposing her chubby belly.

She’s the cutest little drunk you’ve ever seen.

And sitting across from her is your handsome prince.

His large body appears even more massive than usual in the tiny chair he somehow managed to squeeze into, his knees jammed up to his chest, the pink and gold teacup comically small in his hands.

You defiantly raise the camera again and snap another picture. “I think Steve will like this one,” you smirk as the bright flash fades.

“I’m warning you,” he murmurs in a darkening tone, gracefully raising from the seat causing it to tumble on its side. 

Your eyes flick over to your toddler, now fully asleep with a cupcake squished in her hand. It should be illegal to be that cute. Your gaze slowly travels back to your husband.

“Am I supposed to be scared of you, James?” The emphasis on his name makes his brow arch. The simple act is sexier than it should be. “Tell me, what are you going to do, hmm?”

It could be that he has you so far gone that everything he does is sexier than it should be.

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And I'm going to the Sabrina Carpenter concert and my city's Fright Nite fest because I can now ask for any day off because I approve my own time off🙂‍↕️

I finally got full control of my schedule. It took a few meetings but they relented.

I got what I wanted (within reason because its still work but no more seven nights in a row with only few days off). It was a battle until a bunch of people quit/left this month.

So this means that starting this weekend, I will have more time to write and be active on here. I'm going to work on some of these asks first because I'm so behind 😂

Next will be series updates for our favorite couples. And my new Clark obsession will be everybody's problem 😌

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"I said what I said."

(Mal knows bucky is suspicious of Frankie which is why she keeps putting them together, maybe Frankie could grow on bucky just a little bit 🤏🏾 )

Frankie thinks Mr. Bucky is his best friend and Mr. Bucky thinks he's going to lose his mind if that little interloper keeps intruding.

Bucky doesn't know why his girls like him so much but he's not falling for his act. If only he could get his girls to see things his way.

Bucky never dreamed his stance of letting them have whatever they want would backfire on him. How was he supposed to know they'd want some shifty little bastard to be his Bumblebee's best friend?

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(Mal knows bucky is suspicious of Frankie which is why she keeps putting them together, maybe Frankie could grow on bucky just a little bit 🤏🏾 )

Frankie thinks Mr. Bucky is his best friend and Mr. Bucky thinks he's going to lose his mind if that little interloper keeps intruding.

Bucky doesn't know why his girls like him so much but he's not falling for his act. If only he could get his girls to see things his way.

Bucky never dreamed his stance of letting them have whatever they want would backfire on him. How was he supposed to know they'd want some shifty little bastard to be his Bumblebee's best friend?

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I finally got full control of my schedule. It took a few meetings but they relented.

I got what I wanted (within reason because its still work but no more seven nights in a row with only few days off). It was a battle until a bunch of people quit/left this month.

So this means that starting this weekend, I will have more time to write and be active on here. I'm going to work on some of these asks first because I'm so behind 😂

Next will be series updates for our favorite couples. And my new Clark obsession will be everybody's problem 😌

[angrythingstarlight]

Let Us Take Care of You

Summary: Your bosses have an unusual offer for you. Something better than working every day. They believe you should be spoiled and taken care of and they're willing to take their time convincing you that they mean everything they say.

Pairing: Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral (fem receiving) fingering, minor Stucky action, brief choking kink, praise kink.

A/N: @xxshelbsxx I swear I tried to keep this as a drabble, my hand slipped.

“You don’t have to worry about working anymore,” Bucky states, leaning back across the leather couch, his arms extending along the back of it. His fingers curve around the back of Steve’s neck in an intimate gesture. “You’re not here for that.”

Your widening eyes bounce between the two men seated before you. Raw, potent masculinity rolls off of them in heady waves, making your stomach flutter and an all too familiar ache awaken in your pussy.

You’ve barely survived being their assistant for past two months leaving each day with your panties soaked and clinging to your pussy. They’re openly affectionate with each other and you caught yourself staring at them many times--you can’t help it because your office sits directly across from theirs--, the sight of the two most powerful mobsters in the city locked in an embrace is enough to send you sprinting to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face.

And they know.

How can they not know how much they affect you?

You have to rush home each night to relieve the throbbing ache between your thighs, pretending it’s their mouths, large hands and cocks making you orgasm instead of your toys. Sometimes you’ll catch Bucky staring at you over a file, a hint of a smirk on his face as if he knows it was his name you were crying out last night.

At least in your office, you can hide behind your desk and laptop. But standing before them, you feel exposed. Vulnerable. Wanted. They’re staring at you like you’re a fine dessert and they’re starving.

You want to swallow but your mouth is bone dry. Heat pools between your thighs and you subtly shift on your heels, squeezing them together. Steve’s keen eyes drop to your pussy and you swear he can right through your skirt, past your lacy panties, to your pulsating clit.

“Then why-“ you clear your throat, still unable to swallow. You’re melting under their intense gazes. Your panties are drenched, you want to clench your thighs again, but you’re frozen before them. “Why did you hire me?”

They exchange glances, a silent conversation that ends with Bucky nodding his head. Steve turns his attention to you, icy blue eyes sliding down your body for one long breathtaking minute before climbing back up to your face.

Purely selfish reasons, mo chridhe.” Steve states simply, tapping his long tattooed fingers on his thigh. “We saw how hard you were working at your old job and we know you deserve better. We wanted you away from that place so it was either buy it or hire you."

He shrugs, like it was a simple choice. But the underlying desperation and need thickens his tone and it seeps into your chest making your heart race.

"We offered you this position more as a chance for you to get to know us without any pressure, we can be overwhelming at times.” That’s an understatement. “But we can’t wait anymore, we want you to be ours. Now.”

Bucky leans forward, elbows on his knees. His eager eyes capture yours. “When you become ours, you can do whatever you want. You have no idea how much we love having you around the office.” He smiles at you, his tongue sweeps across his lip, voice deepening. “But we would rather spoil you.”

“Sp-spoil me?” Your brows furrow, confusion flitting across your face. This is not how you thought your morning was going to go. Your mind races, trying to process what’s happening.

“Why me?”

“Yes, spoil you.” Steve tilts his head, mirroring your expression. “And why not you?” He reaches out his large hand, beckoning you to him. It’s like he’s pulling a string inside you, tugging you into their orbit. You’re helpless to resist, your feet moving on their own until you’re standing between his thighs.

“Why you?” He hums softly, his hands grazing the sides of your thighs, pushing your pinstriped skirt up your thighs. “Because mo chridhe you are special.”

You thought Bucky’s eyes were captivating, but nothing prepared you for the intensity of Steve’s darkened blues as he sits up, bringing you closer until you can see the specks of green in them.

“You’re beautiful and amazing, and we want you more than anything in this world. We want to give you everything we have and then if you need more, we’ll find a way to give you more.”

There’s a simple power behind his statement, letting you know he means every single word.

You startle slightly when warm, rough hands settle on your shoulders, turning your head you see Bucky standing behind you. Steve’s cologne, spiced orange with a hint of vanilla fills your nose, it’s enhanced by the bergamot and smoked cedar wafting off of Bucky.

It’s intoxicating being caught between the two of them, hands sweeping over your skin, touching you reverently like they can’t believe you’re really with them.

You can’t help but notice the differences between them, but it’s their similarities, dazzling blue eyes, broad shoulders, tattooed muscular forearms and hands and but it’s how they make you feel small and cherished that you keep thinking about.

“Let’s show our girl what’s she in for if she says yes,” Bucky murmurs, sliding his hands down to your waist. A grin forms on his chiseled face, the heat of his body permeates your skin and you want to lean into him and bask in it. He slowly bends down behind you and you shiver at the sight of him on his knees for you.

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you mo chridhe, by the time we’re done you won’t remember anything but how good we make you feel.” Steve grabs your chin, turning your face back to him.

You feel Buck’s fingers hook under the band of your panties and he drags them down your legs. Steve reaches for your calf with his free hand, helping you step out of them.

It’s erotic and powerful the way they’re stripping you bare while remaining fully clothed, you might have felt embarrassed but they keep murmuring soft praises about your body that make you want to preen.

Steve still has your chin in his hand, and he grabs your ass pushing you on his lap. You latch on to his shoulders, your legs on either side of his, his pants feel soft on your skin, but it can’t conceal how thick and powerful his thighs are. It’s as if he’s reading your mind because his next words make your stomach flutter. “Next time, you’re going to slide your pretty little pussy all over my thigh until I’m soaked, and then I’m going to spend all day with you dripping off of me.

Oh fuck.

If you weren’t drenched before, you’re practically dripping now, your cunt clenches down and a low whimper builds in your throat. You don’t have time to respond to that because Bucky is tilting your hips up, the cool conditioned air hits your heated folds but before the shiver is halfway up your spine, his warm wet tongue is on you.

Bucky is ravenous, the way he’s licking and sucking you is filthy and vulgar and loud. And god does it feel good. His mouth is doing things to your clit, you didn’t know where possible. Steve rubs your lower back, greedily watching him devour you.

“Good girl. C’mon Bucky, I know you can do better than that, you’ve been talking about her pussy for weeks now and that’s all you’re going to give our girl.” He goads with a dark chuckle.

All.

All.

He’s sucking your soul out of your body and Steve is saying he can do better. You can’t handle more.

“Waitwaitwait! I can’t take-oh shit.” The words are ripped from your throat and you keen.

Bucky’s tongue becomes frenzied, a flurry of motions that send pulse after pulse of sensations through you. Tears burn your eyes, noises you don’t even recognize fall from your lips.

It only encourages Bucky, and he keeps going like you're his last meal and he needs to savor every drop you give him.

You fall forward on Steve’s firm chest, muffling your sobs into his shoulder. You inadvertently expose yourself more to Bucky and oh does he take advantage, his lips wrap around your swollen clit and he sucks you into his mouth so hard your back arches.

“Fuuuuk,” your thin wail resonates across the office, you don’t know how many times they discussed ways they were going to make you scream. And now that they’ve heard you, they’re addicted to the breathy sounds you make.

You dig your fingers into Steve’s shoulders and try to lift away from Bucky’s mouth, needing a break from the endless sensations forming inside you.

“Ah ah, let him eat mo chridhe.” Steve chides, pulling your hips back down. “Bucky’s been waiting so long to have a taste of you, you gotta let him finish. Is she everything you dreamed of?”

“So good, fuck Steve, she tastes so good.” Bucky moans into your pussy, the vibrations of his deep voice ripple across your pulsating clit and you wail. They always work in tandem, and tearing you apart is no different.

“You hear how much he loves eating your pussy,” Steve groans, slipping his hand between your bodies, pushing Buckys tongue away so he can roll your clit between his calloused fingers, “Fuck you’re so wet for us, bet Buck’s face is drenched, that’s our good girl, make a mess on his face.”

Bucky huffs his annoyance, then he sees your entrance clenching, begging to be filled. And he gives your pussy what she wants, placing his hands on your cheeks, he thrusts his tongue inside you, sweeping it across your velvety walls.

“Oh god, Buc-ky” Your voice breaks as another pulse of sultry hot pleasure spirals throughout you, unable to keep your head up, you let it drop on his shoulder, the sensations steadily climbing over each other, pushing you closer to the edge. Your thighs tremble and they both feel it. Steve grabs your throat and tilts your head back.

“No, I wanna see you cum,” he demands, his fingers tracing an intricate pattern on your clit, his hand squeezing your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. “We need to know what you like mo chridhe so we can give to you again and again.” Steve brings your face down until your nose is touching his, increasing the pressure from fingers. You feel them everywhere. “Now tell me do you like this?”

“God yes, I like it. I like it. I-,” you cry out, the coil inside you snapping into a million little shards. And your orgasm barrels into you so hard your vision blurs into an array of shimmery white lights. “Ohmyfuckinggod.”

“That’s my girl.” Steve praises, slapping your ass.

As the orgasm winds down, your body becomes limp and pliant. More praise rains down on you, gentle words telling you how good you did, how you’re so perfect, such a good girl for us, we knew you’d be so good. Soft lips brush your skin, hands hold you, maneuvering you until you’re flat on the couch, your feet in Steve’s lap. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your breaths shaky.

Your dazed eyes watch as Bucky stands up and grabs Steve by the collar. “Taste her,” he murmurs, crashing his lips into Steve’s. A deep, satisfied groan rumbles between them, and your spasming pussy throbs. They’re getting off on your taste and it makes you want them even more.

Breaking the kiss, they turn to you with matching grins. “So what do you say, Princesa?”

“Huh?” You don’t remember the question, hell you don’t remember your last name right now.

Steve shrugs. “Guess you need a little more convincing.”

“I do?” You stare at them for a second, your eyes drifting down to their massive bulges, a smirk forms on your face. “I do.”

“You heard her, Steve.” Bucky bends down, planting his hands above your head. “How many orgasms do you want today, sweetheart? How many until you agree to be our girl?”

Their unwavering lust and adoration give you an unexpected burst of confidence.

“How many can you give me?” you tease and instantly they're impressed

Bucky pulls your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb, his darkening eyes drinking you. “A lifetime if you let us. But we’ll start with as many as your tight little pussy can take in one day.”

You see Steve, reach around his waist and unbuckle Bucky’s belt, the faint clank ringing in your ears, his slacks fall to his feet, your eyes widen as his cock springs free.

Oh, that's more than you expected.

Steve grins at you over Bucky's shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll make it fit."

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Ever since last week, when you described bumblebee and her uncles: I can only imagine Bucky being surprised when his little toddler is an expert blackjack player

Only a few people are allowed to enter Bucky’s home office. His wife, his two best friends, and the little girl currently struggling to push the heavy door open.

Bucky’s been tied up with business calls all morning, dealing with the Thromberys. The Heir has been encroaching on his docks, shipments have gone missing, and Bucky is at his limit.

“You tell that piece of sh-,” he cuts himself off, eyes sweeping to the door wavering open and shut.

A smile forms on his stern face as he watches her stick one tiny foot inside to keep the door from closing again. “You need help, Bumblebee?”

“I gots it,” she replies. “M okay.”

“I’ll call you back and Stark, I want answers, not excuses.” He tosses the phone down, holding back a laugh. Bumblebee is pushing with her entire strength, letting out a tiny, frustrated grunt.

You’re walking to the living room when you see your daughter fighting with the door, because you know she loves to do things herself, you casually push the top of it without breaking your stride. She stumbles through with a victorious scream.

“Hi Papa,” she huffs out, clutching her cards to her chest. “I been thinkin and I wanna puppy. And a pony-“

The door swings shut with a dull thud. You laugh, sending a quick text to Bucky. You better not.

“You want a drink first?” Bucky places his elbows on his desk, his shoulders relaxing. He can handle anything life throws at him because he has the two of you.

“Apple juice pwease.” She climbs on the chair and sets a deck of cards in front of him.

Bucky turns to the small bar behind his desk and grabs two glasses off the shelf, her favorite drinks lined up next to his expensive liquor.

Pouring her juice and his bourbon, he listens to her discuss all the animals she wants. She's making a very compelling case, her legs swinging back and forth, bright pink shoes not even close to touching the ground.

The only thing stopping him from getting her everything she wants is you.

He made his disconcertion very clear last night when you refused to let him buy a zoo for her birthday. Bucky still doesn’t understand why you won’t let him do that one little thing for his favorite girl.

“Bumblebee,” he says gently, handing her the small cup. “You know we can't have all those animals in the house...,” he trails off at her pout.

Federal agents have interrogated Bucky and not once did he break but looking at the mini version of you, he’s not only breaking, he’s crumbling into pieces.

“I’ll play you for em,” she offers with a hopeful grin.

Bucky’s eyes flit from the deck to her face. He grins, this he can handle.

“Alright, but when I win I’ll get you some ice cream and we can get as many toys as you want ” He states, sighing in relief when she nods. “So what do you want to play? Go fish?”

She lets out a giggle and shakes her head, his jaw dropping as she shuffles the deck. “Blackjack Papa.”

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Bucky strolls to you with a chagrined expression. "You look stunning today Mylashka."

You simply look up at him. You've been expecting him after you heard Bumblebee's excited shrieks after she won the first hand and her puppy. And the pony. Followed by the kitten.

"I love you so much."

You raise a brow. Honestly you’re not mad, the more you think about it, the more you want a puppy too. 

Bucky wraps his arms around you. "So much."

"One puppy and that's it."

He kisses your forehead. "In my defense, she did win. And a deals a deal Mylashka." 

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Clark Kent save me😞

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Idk why I just started imagining Malyshka watching movies about mafia / crime documentaries and being excited when the mob guy gets caught by the police and Bucky being like ???

Nah she wouldn't get excited about a mobster getting caught. That would make her worry about her own mobster potentially getting caught. Not that Bucky would let that happen.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

WC: Less than 1k

A/N: Part of my mafia series. Written on my phone and unbetad.

One night he finds you in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket, watching a reenactment of a police raid in a small coastal town. Bucky leans over the back of the couch, his chin on your head as his hands slide down your arms. "That's not right. Andrea wasn't there that night. He sent his Capo in his place. Andrea is somewhere on the Ionian conducting business on one of his yachts."

Your head slowly tilts back, eyes widening. "What?"

Bucky nods at the shackled man on the screen. "They got the wrong man. Only a handful of people know what Andrea looks like. He spends more time hiding his identity than he does on his businesses. I thought the fucker was paranoid but guess he was right. Don't tell him I said that when we meet up next month, he's already insufferable. Last thing I need is to hear him brag about this."

Your eyes can't get any wider but it feels like they're trying. You understand the words he's saying, they make sense individuality but you're trying to piece them together and failing. Because if you're hearing him correctly that means he knows the guy you spent the past hour watching.

And apparently he's not in prison like the host is claiming.

Bucky laughs under his breath and gently smoothes your raised brows back down with his thumb.

"Are you being serious?" You searches his eyes, finding a quiet amusement reflecting back at you

"I am. He's not a bad guy. Does good business. You'll like him. Don't bring up football though, you'll never get him to shut up."

You scramble for a response to that. What do you say when your mobster boyfriend casually mentions that you're going to meet the head of the Italian mafia. Oh okay. Sure that's an every day occurrence. But then again your man is the Pakhan so you guess it is an every day occurrence now. At least in his world. Which is slowly becoming your world too.

A preview for the next episode plays, rolling images of a dark eyed man flash across the screen and Bucky grins. "Shae. He's already escaped. They haven't announced it yet, they're hoping to catch him before they have to admit they lost him. Again."

Your mouth drops open, before the stunned question can spill out, Bucky leans down and brushes his lips over yours. There's a heady little thrill winding around your spine. Bucky can tell the shock is wearing off and your curiosity is taking over. So he gives you a little more.

"I'm the one who helped him. Now he owes me a favor," he murmurs between kisses. He stands, stretching his arms over his head with a groan, the bottom of his shirt rising, exposing his tattoed six pack.

"And I get access to a couple of ports in his territory," he casually tacks on. "If you're so curious about the life, you can just ask me. At least you'll get the truth instead of"—he gesture dismissively at the host—"whatever bullshit they come up with."

"And you'll tell me everything?"

Bucky gazes down at you, an indulgent smile pulling at his lips, his hands resting on your shoulders. You holds all the cards and you still doesn't know it. "Everything and more Malyshka."

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Star. I so hope this works since I’ve never put a tiktok link in an ask. https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8bWao3X/

Steve & Dove. That’s all I can say. Just Steve & Dove

Pairing: Biker!Steve x Reader

WC: Drabble.

CW: Future smut, virgin reader.

AN: A little teaser before Steve takes you out on your first date.

Steve knows what he does to you. He's very aware of how nervous he makes you and how shy you get when he does certain things. Like reaching back to grab your thigh when he rounds a corner. Your sharp inhale in his ear makes him groan under his breath. Those soft, breathy noises are going to drive him insane. Steve wonders what other sounds he can get out of you.

He really should let go. He tries but you feel good. Even through the layers of his leather gloves and your jeans, you feel so good. That's another thing he thinks about, probably more often than he should.

He can't help it.

Can't stop his mind from wandering off in the middle of the day, consumed by thoughts of how soft and sweet you'd be, how you'd feel under his bare hands, how he'd take his time and figure out what makes you feel good, what makes you lose control and cry out his name.

An image of you, naked on his sheets, hands gripping his headboard as you beg him for more flashes vividly in his brain and he nearly veers off course. His fingers flex and tighten around your thigh and you hold back a whimper.

Mortification burns your cheeks and your belly drops to the highway below. You hope he didn't hear that.

He did.

Fuck he did. Steve adds that to list of things he wants you to do again when he finally has you in his bed.

He feels the slight shiver that wracks your body when he presses his thumb down and massages your inner thigh. He looks over his shoulder, taking in your pretty eyes gazing at back at him, he recognizes the longing in your expression because he's felt it every single day since you came into his life.

He tosses a wink your way, laughing softly when you smile shyly before hiding your face in his back. Steve turns his attention back to the road, deciding to take the long way to your house so he can enjoy a few more minutes of feeling your arms around him, of knowing you're right where you belong. With him.

All he has to do is convince you that he's the right man for you. He's more than willing to be patient and let you choose how slow or fast this relationship progresses, as long as you're comfortable with the pace it's going.

You're worth the wait. He's never been more sure of anything in his life.

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Is the museum aesthetic in honor of Bucky’s beautiful wife?

Yes it is 👀

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

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She's back! In time for Valentine's Day enjoy a new lovey moodboard with Mafia!Ari because he deserves all the love.

Inspired by how I told you I wanted to do an elopement moodboard and the ask you got the other week about who would rail you on top of money. Why not get married to your gorgeous mobster after you become his good luck charm.

Probably not Sunshine x Ari because of the whole "misplaced" thing but maybe another version of him or it's them in the future

You save a mobster's life and he changes yours.

Pairing: Mafia!Ari Levinson x Reader

CW: TBD, Ari is 6'6" in this.

AN: Preview of an upcoming one shot.

"You saved my life." His contemplative voice gently breaks the silence.

Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth, you add another layer of gauze to his wrapped knuckles. Your fingers linger over the tattoos lining the back of his hand.

"It was nothing," you attempt to brush off his words, your eyes averting to the first aid kit beside him. It’s a wonder you can hear over the dull roar in your ears, adrenaline still rushing through your veins like wildfire. "Anyone would have done the same thing."

Ari laughs. A deep, rich sound that sends a spark through your chest, sending your already racing heart into overdrive. It tapers off after a minute and you find yourself missing it.

"No. Not many people would," he muses with a smirk, aware that his reputation alone would have sent half of Las Vegas running from the restaurant even before his partner's betrayal was revealed and guns were brandished because Micah couldn't handle a fist to the face.

His eyes trail across your face. You didn't. He still can't believe that a pretty little thing like you saved his life. Of course in his world, that means one thing. He owes you a debt. It's not often that Ari owes anyone.

And he intends to repay you throughly.

"Let me thank you," he starts, removing his hand from yours, he stands with a roll of his broad shoulders, his shirt draped across the back of his chair, leaving only the sleek red suspenders, they're stark contrast to the dark ink splayed across his bare chest, your eyes lingering on a patch of script in a foreign language.

"I'll show you around my casino, teach you how to beat the house and show you everything Vegas has to offer." He offers with a wink his gaze catching the way your breath hitches.

You hesitate.

You can't believe you're considering this. Maybe you lost your mind in between ordering the risotto and rushing to help a man you don't know. A dangerous man. With a sinful smile and gorgeous blue eyes that are searing your skin the longer the linger on you. "I—"

"No one in this city will even think about harming you. So dont worry about anything." You're under his protection now. Ari takes your face in his hands, warm skin and soft gauze brush across your jaw as he tilts your face up. "Live a little. What's the worst that could happen? Give me one weekend to make up for tonight. All expenses paid, I have the best seats at every show and restaurant on the strip. The only thing you have to do is show up. "

He sweeps his thumb across your bottom lip, releasing it from your bite. "Are you going to make an injured man beg?"

He manages to pull an almost convincing air of innocence, the giggles escaping your lips before you can stop them. His smile in return is devastating to your senses.

When he puts it that way, how can you say no?

It's just one weekend. It's not like you'll wake up married to the man. What's the worst that could happen?

Ari knows he has 48 hours to convince you to stay with him. It's more than enough time.

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SEBASTIAN STAN as NICK FOWLER THE 355 | dir. Simon Kinberg

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sketching is for the inside of books

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Steve Roger's dramatic entrance in Avengers: Infinity War