#Mobboss

[zozavt]

OP: @abyssalreid

Some art of my glutinous eldritch boy Jericho for y'all. inspired by a specific version of the song "Butcher Vanity"

[ohmalyshka]

MARCO - Chapter One (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1514813832-marco-chapter-one?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ohmalyshka Beneath the cold, unforgiving streets of a city shrouded in mystery and danger, Lilly is a woman haunted by her past. Desperate to keep her secrets hidden, she navigates life in the shadows, hoping to stay unnoticed. But fate has other plans when she stumbles upon a dying man, Lorenzo, and against her better judgment, decides to save him. Unbeknownst to her, Lorenzo is a formidable figure within a powerful mafia organization. Her act of compassion sets off a violent chain of events, enraging her controlling and abusive boyfriend, who inflicts unimaginable torment on her in a fit of jealousy and rage. Teetering on the edge of death, Lilly's last hope lies in a phone call to Marco, Lorenzo's brother. Marco, a ruthless and enigmatic mafia boss, is determined to protect his own, and Lilly becomes a part of that equation. Sworn to ensure her safety, Marco and Lorenzo will stop at nothing to shield her from the horrors she faces. As Lilly is drawn deeper into their world, she discovers an unexpected and undeniable connection with Marco. Amidst the ruthless and treacherous backdrop of mafia dealings, their bond is tested by danger, deceit, and the relentless pursuit of vengeance.

[joury-rose]

BATIM - Fallen Angel - Chapter 12 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1423782603-batim-fallen-angel-chapter-12?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee This the story about Henry Stein has becoming Toon Angel... (I made the cover 😁) Stories idea was made By PinkFluffyUniMegy... She let me used her story to continuo and changed some of it. Henry Stein was about to borrow some ink from Joey, but he accidentally end up in a Toon World! Where his life will change... Will Joey bring him back, or will he stay in the Toon World forever? Not to mention his certain demon is takes interest in him and who know what he'll do with him...

[newslink7com]

🚨 "60 Minutes" blasted for comparing President Trump to a “mob boss” — all while parent company Paramount faces a $20B Trump lawsuit and an FCC review of its Skydance merger.

👉 Read the full story at https://newslink7.com

[itwasabeautifultragidy]

The Kingpin Who Loved Me (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/388976529-the-kingpin-who-loved-me?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=GirlWalkingBackwards Set against the shadowy backdrop of Gotham, after the events of HBO Max's *The Penguin*, this tale unfolds the life of Delilah Romano, an ordinary woman whose serene existence is shattered when she becomes the object of desire for Gotham's notorious kingpin, Oswald Cobb. With his magnetic blend of charm and menace, Oswald draws her into a world of danger and intrigue. As their romance ignites, Delilah discovers an intoxicating thrill in the power dynamics of the criminal underworld. Every stolen glance and whispered promise deepens the bonds of their connection, feeding Oswald's obsessive passion for her while awakening a hidden yearning within Delilah herself. She becomes torn between the seductive allure of becoming the queen of his burgeoning empire and the looming shadows of treachery engulfing them both.

[aslamat]

The Rise and Fall of Whitey Bulger: A Mafioso Who Infiltrated the Boston FBI

James Joseph ‘Whitey’ Bulger Jr: a person whose name symbolises both crime and intelligence, a person who's a societal villain and a criminal mastermind. Life of Bulger, a Boston-based Irish mob boss turned FBI informant, represents any other real life story that became a saga of power, betrayal, and the awful reality of the American underworld.

Childhood Development and Ascend to Presidency

Jailed in the aftermath of the infamous crime, Deadliest Mass murder in America, notorious criminal, Whitey Bulger was born on September 3, 1929 in Dorchester, Massachusetts where he was raised in one of the rough parishes of that city. Even though Bulger and his siblings faced many hardships growing up, life was not all dismal as he was rebellious at a young age. He was already involved in criminal activities by the time he was a teenager and his delinquency activities were changing from minor to serious.

Bulger’s rise to infamy started during the 1950s, when he was officially aligned to the Winter Hill Gang; a dangerous Irish-Mafia gang originating from Somerville, Massachusetts. Bulger has been depicted as a relentless character with a great mind for planning, this saw him rise through the ranks and become an instrumental factor in the gang.

The Reign of Terror

In the period of seventies and eighties, Bulger became a well-established power controlling the city’s criminal sphere. Nonetheless, during his reign, he was involved in the many murders, extortion, drug selling and use of forceful authority to control the country. It was a criminal empire of Bulger that was so widespread, and his ways of escaping the police traps were almost fabled.

In addition, intelligence and scrupulousness made Bulger particularly dangerous and well-planned crime was the proof of it. He succeeded in controlling all criminal operations in Boston and successfully stayed as a behind the scenes operator, never enjoying the ‘trappings’ of being a ‘godfather’ like other mob leaders.

The FBI Connection

Among all the captivating features of Whitey Bulger’s narrative, the role of FBI is one of the most thought-provoking subjects. Bulger started working as an informant for the FBI in 1975 and he helped the FBI in informing about the activities of other crime families that was in competition with him. This was facilitated by an FBI agent named John Connolly whom Bulger knew personally grew in the same South Boston neighborhood.

It could be deduced that the agreement was symbiotic since both parties benefited from the arrangement. The FBI got important information which aided in the breakdown of the mafia from Italy that was operating in New England while Bulger continued to have his immunity against federal charges. Nevertheless, such a partnership was ridden with ethical issues and cases of corruption. Connolly and other agents choose either to ignore or not resist and look the other way as Bulger went on with his criminal activities.

The Downfall

Finally in the mid 1990s luck started turning against Bulger, when the FBI corruption scandal started coming out. Bulger was forced into hiding in 1994 after accusations that he was planning to conduct hit operations had started and was followed by indictments . Despite the best efforts of the authorities to arrest him, he was not successful and he disappeared into American society and went underground for a total of 16 years using different identities.

This was thrown to the dogs in 2011 when he was arrested in Santa Monica California, where he had been living a low profile lifestyle with a long time girlfriend, Catherine Greig. While Bulger’s arrest was the start, it set the final nail in the hoodlum who was once regarded as invincible.

Trial and Conviction

It was only in 2013 when he was brought to trial and charged with ways that ranged from murder to drug trafficking. The courtroom drama played out in a sensationalized manner due to the heavy focus given to it by the media and the general public. Someformer employees and alleged victims of his brutalities also took the stand to describe his brutal rule.

Bulger was ultimately convicted on 31 counts, collectively with racketeering, extortion, and homicide. He was sentenced to two consecutive life terms plus 5 years, bringing his violent legacy to a near end.

Legacy and Cultural Impact

Whitey Bulger's existence tale has left an indelible mark on American way of life. His exploits have been the state of affairs of numerous books, documentaries, and movies, most significantly the 2015 movie "Black Mass," wherein Johnny Depp portrayed Bulger with chilling accuracy. His life serves as a stark reminder of the complexities of crime and regulation enforcement, further to the corruptible nature of electricity.

Bulger's twin identification as a feared mob boss and an FBI informant underscores the murky realities of justice and loyalty. His story continues to fascinate and caution, illustrating how the pursuit of strength can result in an unstable path of destruction and betrayal.

Conclusion

Whitey Bulger's existence is a compelling story of crime, power, and remaining downfall. From his early days within the hard neighborhoods of Boston to his reign as a ruthless mob boss and his controversial role as an informant, Bulger's tale is a captivating bankruptcy inside the annals of American crime records. His legacy serves as a testimony to the perilous charm of strength and the inevitable effects of a life lived on the brink of regulation and order.

[masala-marie]

MAFIA TIES: Our Sisters In The Mafia - ADDY (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1416585095-mafia-ties-our-sisters-in-the-mafia-addy?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Ritamasala Us Harrison siblings have always seen our household as a normal yet, full of bottled up emotions that we don't talk bring up. Like how our moms the definition of a helicopter parent, her husband is just there and loud, our dad's dead, and our big sister's missing, or dead, or just living her best million dollar life. 5 years later she's back, healthy and in the MAFIA! Now what do we do and how should we feel about... everything?

[carlosroborto]

Part 1 - Albert Anastasia Escaped the Electric Chair to Die in a Barber Chair

Albert Anastasia Escaped the Electric Chair to Die in a Barber Chair True Crime | True Crime Podcasts on Youtube | True Crime Documentary **After watching this video, watch Part 2 here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6kj2JumhqE&t=11s ** Next, watch Part 3 here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhXPorMk-IM Albert Anastasia (born “Anastasio,” the masculine form of the Italian name) was a mobster who came out of the tough streets of Lower Manhattan to run one of the Five Families of La Cosa Nostra through the first half of the 20th century. Along the way, he built a reputation as one of the Mob’s most feared killers. Anastasia was reportedly a member of Murder Incorporated, the kill-for-hire crew that worked for Charlie “Lucky” Luciano and others in the years of Prohibition. Anastasia was, according to reports, one of the four men in 1931 who assassinated Giuseppe “Joe the Boss” Masseria, a powerful Mob boss, in the bloody gang rivalry known as the Castellammarese War. Anastasia was charged in three murders – in 1928, 1932 and 1933 – but in each case, witnesses either disappeared or refused to testify. Two other high-level Mob informants, both under police custody, died before their testimony helped bring Anastasia to trial, in 1941 and 1942. During World War II, Anastasia joined the U.S. Army. He also reportedly helped engineer the deal that eventually allowed Luciano, then ostensibly serving a life sentence for multiple prostitution-related convictions, to get out of prison (and go into exile in Italy) in exchange for keeping the New York City docks free of wartime Nazi infiltration. Anastasia worked for the Army training longshoremen on the East Coast. In 1943, he received U.S. citizenship for his military service, and he was honorably discharged from the Army in 1944. Eventually, Gambino moved against his sometime family boss. Anastasia was gunned down while he was sitting in a barber chair in Manhattan. Gambino assumed the family leadership, which would eventually become known as the Gambino crime family.

[rowdydevs]

+18 -> smut | Rafe comes home from jail.

𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: ownership, pet names, brief degradation,  drinking, heavy praise, size difference, unprotected p in v + *cross-posted on my nhl account*

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You were pacing in front of the door, heart racing as you waited for Rafe. The apartment smelled like the strawberries you’d dropped into the flutes, like the faint hint of your perfume warmed by nervous excitement. You smoothed your silk robe, the cool slide of it over bare skin doing absolutely nothing to calm your anticipation.

Rafe had served his time. Six long months, countless lonely nights; counting down the days ‘til he’d be home again, and the day was finally here. You were buzzing with excitement and need. He deserved to be worshiped, and you were gonna do just that.

The keys jingled outside the door, and your breath caught. You grabbed the bottle of champagne, thumb pressed against the loosened cork.

He stepped in, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his smile soft and proud—until he saw you. You grinned, eyes gleaming. “WELCOME HOME, BABY!” You cheered, cracking the cork with a loud pop.

Champagne erupted, a fizzy stream catching the light as it splashed and glittered to the floor. You laughed, careless and radiant, holding the bottle aloft like a trophy. 

His eyes dropped slowly, lingering on the robe slipping off your shoulder, to the lace peeking through the part in the silk. That boyish grin of his twisted turned darker, hungrier even, because how the hell was he supposed to think about anything but you?

He chuckled low in his chest, shaking his head. You hadn’t forgotten how horny he was on the phone last night, how he talked shamelessly on the recorded line about all the things he wanted to do to you before the timed phone call got cut short. You hadn’t forgotten all the promises he made to take care of you tonight. 

His eyes roamed slowly, drinking you in like every inch of you was a prize he’d earned. Rafe’s stride was lazy, full of that natural swagger. Your eyes drifted higher the closer he got, the man towering over you, even as you stood in heels. Your heart hammered in your chest, your stomach fluttering, pussy throbbing because you were finally his to handle.

“Hey, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and tender. His hand brushed your waist, fingers curling around the satin tie. Rafe played with it for a second, teasingly twirling his fingers through it; letting his thumb drag under the knot. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby,” you whisper, watching as the corners of his pretty lips curl into a smirk.

“You really know how to work me, don’t you? You still know the shit I like. Damn, you look good.”

And in one soft tug from him, the robe opened, slipping down your body, pooling around your heels. He stepped forward, arms wrapping around you in one smooth motion, lifting you, those big hands gripping your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his trim waist.

Your body molded to his, soft against the hard lines of muscles. Rafe leaned in, and you didn’t wait, claiming his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss as he started walking straight to the bedroom. You giggle teasingly against his lips, your nose brushing his as he carries you down the hall. “That was fast—”

“You knew exactly what you were doin’,” he hums, his voice sweet and thick like honey. You grin, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m a free man,” he continues, nudging the bedroom door open with his foot. “You got all pretty for me… Now we’re gonna celebrate all night long.”

“Is that so?” you ask, capturing his bottom lip between yours, sucking off nice and slow.

“Mhmm,” he groans, the sound vibrating against your mouth. “You’re gonna ride me.” You giggle again, making him grin at the sound, his grip on you tightening just a little. “Such a slut for me, baby. I knew you’d love that.”

Rafe kicks the door shut with a loud slam, the sound echoing through the room as he strides straight to the bed with you still clinging to him.

He tosses you down and you bounce slightly on the mattress, hair splayed, laughter bubbling from your lips as you look up at him. Rafe yanks off his shirt, muscles flexing, eyes locked on you. He reaches for the bottle of champagne and takes a sip, drinking in every inch of skin.

His boxers are the only thing left, his long, thick cock pushing against the fabric, stressed from the stretch. He moves to the mattress, landing on you, crushing you beneath him, your body trapped under only a fraction of his weight.

You gasped as he rolled you onto his lap, his big hands settling on your hips as you straddled him, your knees sinking into the plush mattress on either side. You reached behind your back, fingers finding the clasp of your bra, undoing it, lowering the straps teasingly, before letting the lace fall away completely.

Your breasts bounce free, nipples hard, body bare, nothing but a pair of crotchless panties and garter belt cinched around your waist, hugging the fullness of your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice gravelly and thick as his eyes fell low. “These new? They are, aren’t they—Holy shit, baby,” he mumbles as his hands find the waistband of his boxers, his eyes devouring you like you were already stuffed full of his dick, riding him like he’s been dreaming about since his first night behind bars. Having you like he’s been craving you for months.

Rafe sat up and pulled you into a deep, claiming kiss as his big hands came up to cup your tits, fingers spreading wide.

“I missed you, baby. Fuck, you look good,” you praised, soft and sultry, scratching your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He let out a dark, smug laugh.

“Yeah? You look good, pretty. So fuckin’ good.”

He leaned back slightly, grabbed the chilled champagne off the nightstand, and took a long, satisfied sip before handing it to you. You tipped it back a little too fast, and some of the bubbly liquid spilled over, slipping from your lips and trickling down your neck, over your tits.

“So fuckin’ messy,” he murmured, dipping his head and dragging his tongue along your skin, licking up the trail of champagne on the swell of your breast. Rafe grabbed the bottle out of your hands, dribbling just a little more onto one nipple, watching the way it beaded cold before he wrapped his lips around you, moaning as he sucked, his hot tongue circling slowly.

He kissed and licked his way back up, following the curve of your neck until his mouth met yours again.

Your hand slid between your bodies, wrapping around his thick, throbbing cock. He moaned against your lips as you squeezed, his dick hot and heavy in your grip, pulsing with every beat of his heart.

He let out a shuddering breath, hips twitching as you stroked him slowly, letting your thumb brush over the slick bead of pre-cum.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, his voice strained as his eyes fluttered shut for just a second. You pressed your hand to his broad chest, pushing him to the mattress. His back hit with a soft thud, eyes flickering to yours as he smiled as you pinned him beneath your palm. Rafe could easily overpower you in any situation, but this is exactly what he wanted.

His hand tightened on your hip as he held his cock steady, thick and twitching, guiding you closer. You swirl your hips, teasing the fat tip of his cock with your soaked pussy.

“C’mon, baby. Let me have it, huh? Didn’t you miss me?”

“Is that even a question?” You whisper as you lower yourself slightly, already feeling the stretch.

“Guess not… Not with how soaked you are. Mpfhh, shit–You always this wet, or just for me?” He smiled, his hooded eyes twinkling as he looked up at you. 

“Only for you.”

Rafe grabs your hips, lowering you the rest of the way, inch by delicious inch. Letting you feel every curve and throbbing vein as your body swallows him up.

His eyes glued to the spot where your bodies met. “Ugh, fuck. That’s it, baby. Feels so good. So tight. So fucking deep,” he mumbled as he pressed his hand against your lower stomach, letting his thumb rub soothing circles on your clit. You started to move and grind, making his eyes roll back, feeling the way your pussy clenched around him.

His grip tightened with desperation hand wrapped around your neck, fisting your hair to guide you down, pulling you into a deep kiss. “You’re unreal,” he whispered against your lips. “Look at what you’re doin’ to me.” His breathing was quick against yours, the man driving his heels into the mattress, fucking up into your drenched core for a moment before giving you back control.

“You know how lucky I am? I’ve got it all. I’ve got you. Right here. In my bed. On my cock. You’re everything, baby.” His head dropped back with a growl, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tight as his entire body arched under you. “Ride me again. Let me have it—”

You moaned through a smile, pushing off his strong chest to sit up again, bouncing, skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, just like that. Just like that, baby. Feels so good… Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop—”

He reaches up, guiding you up and down, the wet clap of skin getting louder with his added muscle.

You lean back slightly, hands braced on his strong thighs as he fills you over and over again. His praises pour from his lips between gritted teeth. “God, look at this view,” he groans.

You feel your orgasm building, sharp and fast, the pressure coiling in your stomach, and he feels it, too. Rafe sits up, wrapping his arm tight around your waist, the other twisting in your hair again as your body trembles uncontrollably. You gasp, swiveling your hips, grinding down as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavy.

“Cum for me, baby. Let go. Show me how perfect you are, huh? Show me what I’ve been missin’.”

Your whole body clenches, back arching as you cry out, pulsing hard around him, your orgasm triggering his own. He growls your name, hips jerking as he buries himself deep, cumming hard, holding you so close.

He lets out a deep, satisfied sigh, pulling back just enough to find your lips for a tender kiss. “You’re amazing,” he breathes. “So good to me. You know that?” He whispers as his hands hold your cheeks, forehead resting against yours. “So perfect for me.”

You nod, still dazed, lips brushing his. “You’re perfect for me too.”

He grins, eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he pulls you closer, his voice a husky whisper against your lips. “Nothin’ like coming home to you.”

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[world-of-aus]

The Arrangement - Chapter 1

Pairing: Mobboss!Bucky x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Feels. Angsty Dialogue.

Author's Note: Any and all writing errors are mine. First official chapter of the arrangement and I can't wait to delve more into this series. Also, did y'all catch onto what I did at the end there? Enjoy!

“Please just talk to me.” 

Free MSG: Unable to send message—message blocking active. 

“You love him, he loves you, please reconsider I know you’re scared but please don’t do this.” 

Free MSG: Unable to send message—message blocking active. 

“Please don’t make me do this.. he chose you, he loves you..we planned YOUR wedding I can’t do this please just come home.” 

Free MSG: Unable to send message—message blocking active. 

Your fathers' hands come to rest over yours stopping you from sending another pleading text to your sister.  

“That’s enough sweetheart.” he says as he pries your phone from your hands. 

You want to scream that it’s not, to yell till you’re red in the face just how unfair this all was.  

“She just needs time dad, she’s just scared, you need to reconsider.” 

Your dad shakes his head pulling you into his side the best he can despite the seat belts strapping you in.  

“Your sister has made up her mind, and there’s no changing that. You and I both know it was always meant to be like this, you and him, it had been decided upon when we first drew up the merger contract.” 

But he chose her not me. He fell in love with her not me. 

“That original contract was discarded dad, I was there the night it was redrawn.” the night my heart broke further, “He loves her dad.” and no contract would change that. 

“And he’ll grow to love you too sweetheart, he’d be dumb and blind if he didn’t.” 

Your eyes slip shut a shaky breath leaving your lips. Many moons ago you would have believed those words, but now? Now all it does is bring you pain. You didn’t want to be somebody’s second choice. You didn’t want to have to force somebody to consider loving you. 

“It’s going to be okay sweetheart, you’ll see it’ll all be okay, there’s no one more capable of getting through this than you.” He murmurs pressing a kiss to your head just as the family car rolls to a stop. 

Through the tint you can see the grand entrance of the Barnes residence, Winnifred Barnes and Rebecca Barnes waiting at the door. 

Seeing your best friend stood by her mother you couldn’t help but wonder what Rebecca was doing here, she was supposed to be closing a deal with Romanoff, she wasn’t due to get back till the day before the wedding or at least that’s what the two of you had discussed over text. 

Your driver opens the door for you and your father then, your father stepping out first holding out a hand for you to help you exit the car. You’ve just straightened yourself out when Rebecca runs for you her arms getting around you in record time as she squeezes you to her. Winnifred scolds her from where she stands at the entrance but you can’t help to laugh, your arms going around your friend, “what are you doing here, you weren’t supposed to be back yet for another couple of days.” You breathe. Rebecca pulls back only slightly to take you in, “I closed with Romanoff within a day, as soon as the news broke, I booked the first flight home, I wanted to be here for my best friend, I know it’s what you would have done for me.” 

Tears threaten to well in your eyes, but you press them back with a shake of your head. “I missed you Bec’s” Rebecca laughs softly pulling you back in, “missed you more, now come mothers been asking for you, she’s quite upset that you’ve been so absent from her family dinners lately, she was worried something was wrong I told her you were just busy building an empire.” 

“You’re not wrong.” You murmur dread sinking in your stomach at the mention of family dinners, it was true your presence had become less and less and more recently with the upcoming prep of your sister’s wedding, you just didn’t have any more of you to give. You needed time to tuck tail, lick your wounds and heal, to get over the hurt that night caused you but with your sister needing you by her side at every turn with the wedding you did what you knew best; threw yourself into work, closing deals for your father, going into interrogations when needed, and keeping track of the money and cargo, you ran a tight ship.  Helping your sister plan what should have been your big day while you had never voiced it hurt, and then to put yourself through a family dinner where everyone cooed over the happy couple it had become all too much, you needed the space, the distraction. 

You and Rebecca close the distance between her mother and your father, Winnies arms opening for you almost instantly, “Oh ma,” you murmur closing the last bit of space between the two of you, your arms curling around her. “My sweet girl,” she breathes pressing a kiss to your head, “I’ve missed you; your father tells me he’s been working you to the bone so much so that you’ve been missing family dinners.” 

Your eyes meet your dad’s, he throws you a wink, “my girl’s going to be a force to be reckoned with.” 

You feel the rumble of her laughter as she pulls away her eyes assessing you, “I have no doubt, y/n has always been a strong one haven’t you.” 

You manage to pull a smile on, soft nod of your head, “I have some pretty powerful shoes to fill.” 

Winnie’s hand comes to rest on your cheek rubbing the skin there softly, “and you will, now come, let’s go talk family business.” 

Winnifred leads the four of you through her lavish home, directing you through to her home office as she shuts the door behind your group. You all take your respective seats, eyes on Winnie as she settles, “I do want to apologize for James's absence but he is out with Wilson and Rogers closing a deal, he should be returning in a day or two just in time for the wedding.” 

“Does he know?” Is the first thing that can think to spill out of your lips. 

“Yes my dear he does, and he wants you to know that he apologizes profusely for his absence, you deserved more than that, and I couldn’t agree more.” 

You want to ask if he’s upset, if he’s even remotely happy about this predicament your sister his now ex-fiancé has put you all in, but you’re not sure you want to know the answer to that. 

“As you’re aware y/n this marriage is important to both families, and I can understand how hard this may be for you, it was sudden – for all of us, but I do want to thank you for stepping up and taking this on with grace, there’s no one else I would choose to stand at my son’s side.” 

But you did you think, you chose my sister. 

“Of course Ma I know how important this merger is for not only us, but for the people we have vowed to protect, I would take on the roll no questions asked and while I understand this may not have been what was planned, what we prepared for, I promise to make you all proud.” 

Winnifred leans forward her hands reaching for yours, giving you a quick squeeze before she’s releasing you, “I know you will sweetheart,” she says as she stands making her way around the desk Rebecca following her lead, “and rest-assured your father and I will redraw up the contract this afternoon when -” 

“She’s here now, you can draw it up now.” 

Your head turns at the sound of his voice, he stands at the open doorway, his eyes already on yours. His smile racks up your heartrate, “sorry I'm late everyone” he says closing the distance between the two of you. In that moment you feel like it's just you and him standing in his mother's office, his hand landing on your hip, body pressing in close as his lips find your cheek. Your thought is to return the sentiment but you’ve forgotten how to breathe, and by the time your mind can catch up he’s going around the group greeting them. 

When he comes back to you all you can manage is, “you’re here.” 

He chuckles softly hand going around your waist, “I am y/n, I’m here, and I'm sorry it took me so long.” 

The Arrangement Taglist:

@learisa @greatenthusiasttidalwave @barnesxstan @calwitch @h0nestly-though @wintrsoldrluvr

[crowsofdarkness]

Arranged: Chapter Three

*gif not mine. credit to owner*

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12 & ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note:This was a story of mine on an old blog and I wanted to publish it on here. Since it's quite a long fic, I've decided to slowly updated it chapter by chapter. If anyone who is interested wants to be tagged, let me know!

I rushed around the room, trying to get all of my things together before meeting Bucky for breakfast. Even with our disagreement last night, I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and try to make this work. It was the least I could do for my parents, I didn’t want to disappoint them. 

At the thought of Bucky, my feet stopped momentarily wondering if we were even still on for breakfast. I hadn’t heard from him since he had to leave last night and didn’t even know if he was back. My mind then wandered to what was so urgent that Bucky had to run out the way he did last night. He was into some questionable things, that was certain. But I couldn’t help but wonder if I actually wanted to know all the details. 

With a sigh, I made my way out of my room and as I walked down the stairs my eyes landed on my soon to be husband who has his own eyes on his phone. He was dressed in a suit,  minus the tie, but seeing him made my heart flutter. Even with a couple of his men behind him, Bucky stood out. 

At the sound of my heels clicking on the hard floor, Bucky looked away from his phone, swallowing deeply, before giving me a smile.

Morning,” I matched his smile. 

“Good morning. Ready for breakfast?” He asked. 

I nodded before pointing to the men behind him. “I’m assuming they'll be joining us?” 

Bucky hesitated before answering. “They’ll be watching from afar, don’t worry.” 

Giving the men a quick once over, I raised a brow while looking back at Bucky. “Where’s Steve?” 

Bucky quickly licked his lips and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets, his shoulders went rigged. “He’s busy. Running an errand for me.” 

Not wanting to press him even more, knowing that Bucky was hiding something, so I merely nodded towards the front door. 

“Let’s go. I'm fucking starving,” I exasperated. 

Bucky chuckled. “You’ve got a dirty mouth, doll.” 

My cheeks flushed with heat and my core twitched with not only his nickname for me but the way he said it. 

I coughed, trying to mask my arousal, and adjusted the strap of my purse. “Let’s go.” 

With his metal hand ghosting over my lower back, I allowed him to lead me towards his car, an army of his men following close behind. 

“So,” Bucky took a quick sip of his drink before continuing, “Have you given any thoughts to the wedding?” 

We were sitting in a secluded room of the restaurant, with two of his men guarding the entryway to the room, and we were finishing up our breakfast not saying a word until now. 

“Uh, not really. To be honest, I would be fine with a courthouse wedding; just sign the paperwork and call it a day,” I admitted. 

Bucky leaned back into his chair. “Why? If money is an issue, you don’t have to worry about that. You can have the dream wedding you want.” 

I shook my head. “No it’s not that.” 

My hands shook with nerves, unsure of the words to use in order not to have Bucky take offense. 

“Then what is it?” 

“I mean, this whole situation isn’t exactly dream wedding worthy,” I gnawed on my bottom lip. 

There was an instant flash of disappointment in his eyes but it was gone just as quick as it appeared. “Shouldn’t that be the reason why you get the dream wedding you want?” 

I shook my head. “The courthouse is fine.” 

Bucky sighed, knowing he was defeated, but eventually agreed. “Whatever you want, doll.”

My heart fluttered and I found myself slowly loving the pet name. 

“Do you have any other plans today?” Bucky questioned. 

I shrugged. “I’d probably head back into my room and read.” 

“You know you can go to other parts of the house; what’s mine is yours now,” Bucky offered. 

“I just don’t want to overstep.” 

He placed his flesh hand over mine, giving it a soft squeeze. “You won’t, Y/N. All I ask is if you remember the door policy.” 

There was an undeniable spark when our skin touched but I couldn't relish in it for long, his hand was gone before I realized. A frown pulled low on my lips, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky. 

“Goes both ways,” I winked. 

We shared a laugh and for the next few minutes, we enjoyed the easy flow that fell between us. He asked me how it was growing up and some of the things I was interested in, trying his best to get to know me. Given who he was and his reputation, I was shocked at some of the things I found out about him. 

He was a huge science nerd, it being his favorite subject in school. He was always interested in the future of technology and life, trying to find his own way to enhance something. 

Steve and him grew up together, always being there for one another. Bucky’s dad was in the army and passed away when he was older while his mom passed away when he was younger. For a long while it was just him and younger sister, until she died in a car accident a few years ago. Even with all of his men that worked for him and Steve, Bucky was still alone at the end of the day. 

“Can I ask you something?” I asked. 

“Sure.” 

“Why did you agree with my parents for this arrangement?” 

The question had been burning into the back of my mind since I found out a few months ago, not knowing why anyone would agree to it. 

“Given who you are, you could have anyone. I didn’t think you would need to arrange a marriage.”

“I don’t.” 

I blinked at his bluntness. 

“If I’m being honest, my dad was in the army with your dad. Story goes that your dad saved mine and owed him a favor. But with my dad dying, yours found me in order to cash in that favor,” Bucky admitted while smiling thanks to the waiter who refilled our coffee mugs. 

I scoffed. “Of fucking course.” 

Bucky looked at me confused. “What did your parents tell you?” 

“The same old bullshit. They wanted to make sure that I was set up for the rest of my life, money wise. I didn’t have the best of luck with dating either. They claim its from the heart but still.” 

I trailed off, the anger I felt about it being replaced with disappointment; not in my parents but me. 

I was such a failure in the dating department that my parents had to reach out for a favor on my behalf? It wasn’t just insulting but embarrassing. 

“You know,” Bucky leaned in closer towards me. “I find it hard to believe that you would have trouble finding someone to spend the rest of your life with.” 

I raised a brow at him. “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Barnes?” 

A flesh finger brushed underneath my chin, bringing my gaze closer to him. My heart hammered hard in my chest from how close we were. His warm breath fanned over my lips and I was filled with this sudden hunger, wanting to taste them. 

“Trust me, doll. You’d know when I’m flirting with you,” Bucky breathed. 

His finger brushed up from my chin to move a strand of hair from my face, tucking it softly behind my ear. His touch was gentle, comforting, and I leaned into his touch. 

“Boss?” 

We both quickly looked away from each other and saw Steve standing in the doorway, hands grasped behind his back. 

“We’ve got an issue at the lab,” Steve kept his gaze strictly on Bucky. 

Bucky’s shoulders tensed. “We’ll swing by after we drop Y/N off at the house.” 

“No time,” Steve informed. 

Bucky cursed under his breath and ran a hand over his chin then gave me his attention once again. “You stay in the car, understand?” 

“Uh, yeah. Of course. Where are we going?” I questioned while he pulled me to my feet. 

He helped me slip into my jacket before handing me off to Steve. “Get her in the car, I need to make a quick call.” 

Steve’s hand was at the low of my back, ready to lead me out of the restaurant, but I turned back towards Bucky. 

“Can I at least know what’s going on?” 

Bucky gave Steve a hard look and without another word, he grasped my elbow and began walking me out of the restaurant. He was so close, I could almost feel his heartbeat against my back. 

“Trust me, Y/N. It’s better that you don’t ask questions and listen to Bucky’s orders. It’s the only way to keep you safe,” Steve suggested. 

“Safe from what?” I asked, voice raising slightly. “You guys have to give me some kind of leeway in information, so I know what I’m getting myself into.”

Steve remained silent and when Bucky’s sleek black SUV pulled up, he ushered me inside, not before giving a quick glance over his shoulder.

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Anywho

This was inspired by THIS response from @naffeclipse

Sun without my Kiekies underneath

I would also like to give a shout out to my irl bf @skdemono who helped me figure out some detail work on this pice. Love u 💓 💗 💛

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Scarlet Syndicate AU Masterlist

Pairing: Mutant!MobBoss!Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader

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Where is YOUR place in the bigger picture? It's about time to figure that out...

Main Parts (in release order):

The Bigger Picture

A Simple Meet-Cute

The Freaks Come Out At Night

The Widow's Nest

Everything Else S.S:

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