#Mobster!Stevie

[holylulusworld]

Their girl

Summary: Your boss doesn’t even know your name. This doesn’t keep his guests from finding interest in you.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader x Mobster!Steve Rogers

Warnings: shy reader, tension, awkwardness, fluff, polyamory, love-struck mobsters

A/N: The sequel no one expected to get.

Catch up here: The nameless girl

True to their words, Steve and Bucky stood in front of your apartment the next evening.

They prepared everything for your date while you spent the better part of the day looking for a new job.

This couldn’t be real. And you believed they wanted to make fun of you by inviting you for dinner like one of the beautiful girls from the club. 

“Hello doll,” Bucky lazily leaned in your door frame. He offered a bouquet of daisies to you and called you a pretty mouse.

“Sweet mouse,” Steve grinned and offered a single red rose to you, “you look…stunning.” They both looked dashing in their expensive suits, and polished shoes. 

“I-sorry. I’m not ready yet and…” you nervously babbled. Still, in your oversized Peanuts shirt and sweatpants, you looked ridiculous next to them. “I didn’t think you’d show.”

“Why?” Bucky furrowed his brows. He looked a little hurt at your words. “Why’d you think we would not keep our word and come here to court you.”

“I,” you dropped your gaze, afraid you angered the two of them. “Men like you don’t usually pay attention to someone like me. I’m shy, meek, and a grey mouse in contrast to the dancers at the club.”

“Doll,” Bucky pushed the flowers in Steve’s hands so he could cup your face with both hands. “If we say we want to take you out,” he leaned closer to look you deep in the eyes. “We mean what we say. We want to take you out. Not one of the girls at the club nor anyone else.”

You sniffled and murmured an apology. It was strange to you that two men tried to get your attention. Life taught you that most men only like a pretty façade.

Many guys you met didn’t care if a girl was selfish, dumb, or had the worst character as long as they were pretty enough to get their attention. 

“Y/N don’t apologize. I know we can be a bit overwhelming and intense,” Steve smirked when your eyes darted toward him. “Buck, tell her how much we like her.”

“Very much,” Bucky purred your name. He swiped his thumb over your lower lip only to groan deeply when you licked over his thumb and lightly sucked on it. “Fuck, Stevie. We got a dirty little mouse here.”

“Oh?” Steve watched you look at his friend like you were in a trance. “She’s such a cute surprise. Who would've thought we’d find our queen among all those boring girls.”

Bucky pecked your temple, making you sigh at the slightest touch of his lips. “We got lucky,” he said. “She’s one in a million.”

Steve chuckled at his friend’s eagerness. “How about we invite you for dinner at our home, Y/N. You can wear your cute shirt and sweatpants. We can have a sleepover and have dinner at the restaurant tomorrow.”

“We also got a job offer for you, doll,” Bucky whispered against your temple. “We got a free position in our organization.”

“Buck, that was a surprise!” Steve tutted but smirked when your eyes lit up. Losing your job at Clint’s club got you into trouble. Your landlord wants his money on time, not weeks or months later. “What do you say, doll? Do you want to come with us?”

“No.”

“No?” Bucky backpaddled at your answer. He looked you up and down, wondering if he misheard. “Did you say no?”

You took a deep breath and gathered all the courage you could muster and looked Bucky straight in the eyes. 

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful, Mr. Barnes,” you confidentially said, even though, your voice trembled, “but you are still strangers to me. I cannot go with you, to a place I don’t know. I’m shy, not crazy.”

“Aw, she’s even cuter than I thought,” Steve chuckled at your little outburst. “You’re right, Y/N. We will wait outside of your apartment for you to get ready like gentlemen. Please excuse our forwardness.”

“Steve and I will take you out for dinner and drive you back home. We can talk about the job offer on our way to the restaurant. Only if you want to, of course,” Bucky pouted and held out his hand. “Please don’t leave us hanging.”

“I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself and closed the door behind you, exhaling deeply. Your knees shook, but you were also proud of yourself for standing up against Steve and Bucky.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, smirking for a second before they chuckled. 

“She’s so cute when mad,” Bucky laughed. “God, it makes me wild imagining her squirming underneath me while I take her apart. She will whimper my name and beg me to fill her up and breed her. But not before I ate her sweet cunt.”

Steve laughed. “You’re a horny dog.”

“Says the man running around with a boner since he laid eyes on our sweet mouse,” Bucky bit back. “I hope you know I’ll have her first. She will melt in my arms.”

“I hope you know Y/N is not like the other girls you easily wrapped around your fingers.”

“I know,” the brunette smirked. “That’s what I like about her, Steve. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that things would be different with Y/N. It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

“Phew, you got it bad for her,” Steve whistled.

“You are no better,” Bucky snickered. “I know you want to make her ours. Do not deny it. You’re in too deep yourself.”

Both men waited patiently for you to join them outside of your apartment. They offered their arm to you, acting like gentlemen while guiding you toward their car.

The ride toward the restaurant was both, exciting and a little scary. You got into a car with two strangers promising to make you their queen.

Steve held the door to the restaurant open for you while Bucky guided you inside.

“You’ll love the restaurant,” Bucky said as he pulled the chair for you. “Did I already tell you that you look beautiful tonight, doll?”

“Thank you,” you stammered. You didn’t know if he meant what he said. Your sky-blue mini-dress was far from elegant. While all the other women at the restaurant looked like they came straight out of a fashion magazine, you felt underdressed. “It’s new…”

“I like that color on you,” Steve cupped your chin with one hand to tilt your head. “It’s cute and sweet.” You gasped feeling his lips press against the corner of your mouth. “Just like you.”

Bucky’s features darkened when you leaned into his friend’s touch.

“Shall we eat, doll?” He pulled a chair for you, making your heart flutter. “Steve was right, Y/N. You look beautiful in your dress. Did you buy it only for us?”

You giggled and dropped your gaze. “No,” you lied. “I bought it some weeks ago.”

“Aw, our doll believes she can lie to us, Buck,” Steve flashed you a stunning smile. “We know that you wanted to look pretty for us, Y/N. It’s not a bad thing you want to impress us. We did the same. Bucky spent two hours in his closet to find the perfect suit only to drive to town and buy a new one.”

“Steve did the same,” Bucky grabbed a chair and moved it closer to your seat. “He just likes to make everyone believe he looks good in everything without effort, including a potato sack.”

Steve grinned and ran one hand down his chest. “I’d rock that potato sack, Barnes. You know that.”

“I bet you would,” you murmured while eyeing Steve. He looked damn good in his suit and knew it. Men like him and Bucky always know how handsome they are. “You’re both very handsome.”

“Baby, you don’t have to stroke Steve’s ego,” Bucky moved his hand to your thigh to tickle your skin. “It’s already over the top. How about you stroke mine.”

“I think yours is over the top too,” you replied and gave him a tiny smirk before clearing your throat. “So…can we talk about the job now? You got me fired last night.”

“Straight to the point. I like it,” Steve grabbed the remaining chair and moved closer to yours too. He sat down only to place his hand on your other thigh. “We need someone to take care of our paperwork for our more legal business.”

“We need someone we can trust. Steve and I are rather bored when doing office work. You on the other hand have a lot of experience,” Bucky toyed with the hem of your dress while telling you more about the position you always dreamed of.

“How do you know about my work experience?”

“Baby doll, we are enchanted by you. This doesn’t mean we let a wolf in sheep’s clothing inside the inner circle of our business.” Steve pressed a soft kiss to your neck, making you sigh. “If you want the job, it’s yours.”

Bucky mirrored his partner. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, lips nipping at the soft skin. “Oh, and the best is. You can bang your bosses…”

Tags in reblog.

[ladykailitha]

Lounge Singer Steve

After seeing pictures of Joe Keery singing on the Late Show and making love to the microphone, I came up with this idea.

~

Steve is a 1920s lounge singer at a club that caters to the mob. There are three factions in town. The Hellfire Boys, The Kings, and The Righteous Undead. And the Upside Down Club is the only neutral ground.

Nancy Wheeler runs the bar with the help of her husband, Jonathan and his brother Will. Robin the band leader of the jazz band and is on trumpet, Dustin on piano, Mike on double bass, Max on drums, and Lucas on sax.

Wayne Munson heads the Hellfire Boys after his idiot brother got himself arrested. Really he’s only holding court until he can train Eddie in all the ways of the business. Which is drugs. Anything you want, they’ve got it.

Billy Hargrove heads the Kings. They run a racketeering gig where they force businesses to pay them protection fees to protect them from the other two gangs. But they’re more likely to break business owners’ knees than the other two gangs are.

The final gang is run by Henry Creel. They’re new in town respectively, having only cropped in the last year or so. No one is quite sure what their business is in, but there has been a lot of talk about guns and newer weapons that came out of The Great War.

Eddie recently came to town, having been left in the care of his ailing mother in New York and having recently moved into the Hawkins borough of Chicago to be with his uncle.

But Eddie isn’t the only newcomer in town from New York. Special Agent Jason Carter from the FBI is in town to help Chief Hopper clear up corruption on the mean streets of Chicago, starting in the Hawkins district.

Eddie gets into town and when he shows up at the Upside Down for the first time he instantly falls in love with Steve and his pipes from heaven. The only trouble is, Stevie has a rule. He doesn’t date anyone on either side of the law, coppers and mobsters alike.

He likes living and isn’t about to get caught up in someone’s vendetta just because he hopped into bed with the wrong person.

Chrissy is a cop undercover as a waitress and cigarette girl and is feeding information to the cops, but because she has a crush on Robin (whom is cross dressing so Chrissy thinks she’s a he) she is always a little late with the good information and early on the bad.

Eddie’s bright idea is to go straight, but when his uncle is trying to get him to take over, Creel wants him for the Righteous Undead, and Billy just wants him dead, it’s going to get complicated fast.

Especially when Steve falls for the absolute dork, too.

[sickofcaffeinesworld]

Oh Steven 😭😂

well thats a headline

[shieldofiron]

Vibe Check Part 15

Run, Billy, Run

The Frat Boy Au

Read Previous on Ao3 or tumblr.

Midterms hits the house like a hurricane. Somehow, three days before, everyone suddenly remembers, “Hey. We go to school here.” And they start to buckle down on studying.

Billy, who people were surprised to find out did study, found the whole thing deeply amusing.

The only ones seemingly immune to this fervor were the handful of arts students. While Carver was mainlining Red Bull, Munson had apparently had his “big” final a few weeks ago by playing Tartuffe, and so he was just hanging around idly working on a paper or two.

And Steve is acting pretty harried, but Billy knew for a fact that Steve had turned in his short film and just had to watch a few movies or papers or something.

That’s how Billy finds him, after a few days after the “incident,” holed up in their room under a blanket while someone shouts from his computer in German.

“Hey, Stevie,” Billy says, tossing his bag on the bed.

“Hey.” Steve mumbles, his whole beautiful face lit up by the laptop’s glow. He was just a lump under the blanket, his big round eyes neon blue in the dark.

“What are you watchin’?” Billy asks with a yawn.

“Run Lola Run,” Steve says softly. “You’d like it. Wanna watch the end with me?”

“Yeah,” Billy rubs his eyes and yawns.

Things have been a little strained, but he promised to be normal, happy he’d been granted a do-over. Luckily, right now Billy can chalk up all weird behavior to midterms. If he doesn’t want to sit in the room feeling like Steve hates him? Midterms, gotta study! It’s the perfect plan.

Except for the fact that when he slides in next to Steve and feels the warmth of his skin, it prickles like homesickness.

Hirath, that was the word. Homesickness for a home that may never have existed, or that may never be.

He cozies up, knocking the laptop over so that it scrapes against the wall. Steve doesn’t seem to mind, correcting it with a soft yawn.

“What class is this for?” Billy asks.

“Gaze and visuality,” Steve replies softly, starting it up agan.

There’s a series of quick cuts on the screen but Billy can’t tear his eyes away from the play of light across Steve’s skin.

“That’s Lola. She has twenty minutes to save her boyfriend’s life.”

Billy sneaks a look at the screen. “She doesn’t look like much of a doctor.”

“She has to get 100 grand to save him or his mobster boss is gonna kill him.

“Damn, run faster, Lola,” Billy says.

Steve sniggers. “She’s already failed twice. She’s given her all she’s got, captain!”

Billy snorts. “Oh no, not the spiral staircase! Lola run, more like Lola fall.”

“Can you imagine?” Steve giggles, sneaking a look over.

“I can. It’s like a family guy bit.” Billy shifts a little, trying to get comfortable without getting that close to Steve. There wasn’t a lot of room, but he was trying to keep it more no homo than all over him.

It sucked because getting too close to Steve was one of his very favorite things.

“Hey, uh…” Steve’s big brown eyes skittered back to Billy’s. “Are you going home over break?”

Billy raises one brow. “Not fucking likely.”

Steve sits up a little. “Uh, Robin says there’s this gay bar? The Cottonmouth?”

“You’re not sure?” Billy asks.

“Don’t be a fucking dick. Anyway, Dad’s taking Mom on a cruise, again. So I thought maybe we could go?” Steve toys with the edge of the blanket. God, he was so cute.

“You want me to come?” Billy watches him.

“Yeah, I…” Steve swallows, his throat moving delicately. “I asked Jason already. He’s in, but I guess his boyfriend always goes home for Christmas.”

Billy didn’t even know his hopes had risen enough to sink, but apparently they did, leaving him feel suddenly drained. He doesn’t know what his problem was. Steve hadn’t changed. Billy’s gotten so much more than he ever deserved with Steve’s acceptance and understanding.

And yet Billy, like a fool, still kept hoping for more.

“Sure,” He says, trying to feign nonchalant, even though he’d paused way too long. But Billy’s a master at that, and he turns back to the movie. As if Steve didn’t make his heart race like he was in a free fall.

“Robin says I need to just ‘get out there.’” Steve’s voice trembles a bit on the end and it makes Billy’s heart tremble with it.

“You don’t have to,” Billy says, trying to keep his eyes on the screen, “go at your own pace.”

Steve sighs. “You always know what to say.”

“You are literally the only person in the world that thinks that, Princess. Ask Jason.”

Steve looks down at his blanket, pausing a moment. “So you don’t think I should? Get out there, I mean?”

“Not if it makes you uncomfortable.” Billy says slowly.

He doesn’t even want to think of what could happen if Steve went to the Cottonmouth. How much attention he would get.

“But then when will it get comfortable?” Steve sighs.

Most people, when they’re upset, want Billy to ask questions, pull them out.

With Steve, if he just waits and listens, Steve will start to talk on his own. You just have to let him speak.

“I just feel like I finally got the like… word that’s supposed to explain me. And it does,” Steve starts quietly. “But it comes with all this baggage. And most of the time, I’m just too scared to come out at all, so I wonder if I’m just faking.”

“You’re not faking.” Billy murmurs. “Definitely not. Straight boys just don’t kiss like that.”

“But are you sure?” Steve continues. “What if I’m just mucking everything up just like usual.”

Billy waits a beat before he can’t help but give in.

He shifts a little and wraps an arm around Steve’s shoulders.

“You gonna say something perfect now,” Steve says with a pathetic little head shake, brown bangs bobbing in his face.

“No. I’m gonna give you a hug.” Billy says, pressing Steve’s head into his neck. “You’re worrying too much.”

The laptop tips and falls back, movie now playing to the ceiling.

But Steve doesn’t seem to mind, burrowing into Billy’s neck so quickly it takes Billy’s breath away. They fit together perfectly, like a dream.

“I feel like I just started and I’m failing.” Steve says miserably.. “And I couldn’t even tell you at first because I’m chickenshit.”

He’s speaking into Billy’s neck, the vibrations running through Billy’s neck and straight to his dick because he’s not a statue. If the guy he’s in love with starts nuzzling him and talking about his feelings, he’s going to get hard. He just can’t let Steve find out.

“You can’t fail being gay,” Billy rolls his eyes, chuckling a little.

Steve hesitates, and then starts to shake a little. Panic spears Billy right through the chest. Great going, now he made Steve cry.

But then Steve pulls away, his eyes full of mischief. He laughs, and Billy’s breath gets taken away all over again.

“When I say it out loud it does sound weird.”

“Right, it’s not a test!” Billy says, trying not to be distracted by Steve’s rumpled hair. It’s far too easy to over-imagine things in the fading afternoon light of a movie they’ve both forgotten.

He would come home from class and it could be just like this. Only he would be Steve’s and Steve would be hid.

“Yeah? Sure you don’t want to help me study, Professor Hargrove?” Steve giggles.

Billy’s mind goes blank, mixed up between fantasy and reality, and he just stares a moment while he waits to come back online.

Steve wants to go out. He wants reassurance from his friend. Billy needs to get a damn grip before he forgets that.

Billy reaches out and grabs Steve around the neck, yanking his head to Billy’s chest. He rubs his knuckles into Steve’s scalp hard. Steve yelps and squirms, laughing in a quick bark and gasping.

“Alright, Jesus, I’ll go out with ya,” Billy growls.

Steve manages to get his arms around Billy’s chest, grappling to get away. The laptop falls to the carpet with a full thud, cutting off the frantic music.

But it’s hard to clock it over Steve’s pained groan as he finally shoves Billy away and smacks weakly at Billy’s hands.

They struggle with a moment, arms tangling. Billy can only let out a helpless laugh when Steve straddles his stomach and tries to shove his hands above his head.

“Quit it,” Steve mumbles, shoving Billy’s hands to the bed and making a helpless noise, tightening his thighs against Billy’s bucking.

“‘Professor Hargrove,’ you’re such a dick,” Billy laughs, breathless.

Steve finally pins down Billy’s wrists, one in each hand. He’s huffing on a laugh of his own and then freezes, leaned over Billy.

Steve is flushed, his hair an absolute wreck. And he’s right fucking there, and Billy wants this so bad it feels like death to be this close to it.

Steve must see something on Billy’s face because he jerks in place, body twisting. His thighs flex as he lets Billy’s wrists go and leaps off the bed, almost falling.

“So you’ll go. Um, great. We’ll… um, we’ll go on Tuesday after most of the house leaves.” Steve nods along with himself like a bobble head doll.

“Yeah,” Billy squawks. “Tuesday sounds great. I… you know what, I need to shower because I was totally sweating in my lab.”

“Yeah. Totally.” Steve turns away, looking at the door and running his hands through his hair frantically.

“Yeah.” Billy nods, rising quickly and heading to the bathroom hastily.

With the door closed, it feels like it was a dream. A wet dream.

He can’t even grapple with what just happened. Not with his skin burning with the heat of Steve’s hands. Not until after he jacks off.

As he strips off his clothes with shaking hands, he wonders if Steve knows what he’s doing. The shame of that didn’t dim the arousal. He runs his hands down his face.

He wishes he could start over, go back to the moment he walked in. Maybe just walk right in to the shower. Maybe kiss Steve and pin him down on the bed.

He wishes he wasn’t such a coward.

[steviebbboi]

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

Masterlist for my 200 followers Writing Challenge

smut = 🌶️, 🥹 = fluff; ���� = angst

Writing Submissions 💥

Bucky Barnes

🌶️🥹 Easy Ride (Biker!Bucky x F!Reader) written by the lovely @jobean12-blog

🌶️ Camaraderie (raunchy!Bucky x curvy!female reader) written by the lovely @buckets-and-trees

🥹 Mobsters obsession (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Barista!Mom!Reader) written by the lovely @buck-star

Steve Rogers

🩹🥹 Traitor (Ex-)Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Singer!Fem!Reader) written by the lovely @buck-star

🌶️ 🥹 Thirst for Life (As It Is) (Steve Rogers x reader) written by the lovely @anika-ann

🌶️ -ish, 🥹 Subdue (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!f!Reader) written by the lovely @mercurial-chuckles

Lloyd Hansen

🌶️🩹-ish Demon's Devotion (IncubusDemon!Lloyd x F!Hunter!Reader) written by me :)

🌶️ 🥹 Thin Walls (BBF!Lloyd Hansen x f!Reader) written by the lovely @gremlin-girly

Ari Levinson

🌶️ What do you Desire (Ari Levinson x F!Reader) written by the lovely @saiyanprincessswanie

🌶️ Ionian Sun (siren!Ari Levinson x f!reader) written by the lovely @gremlin-girly

Jake Jensen

🌶️ 🥹 Can't Fight The Moonlight (Werewolf! Jake Jensen x Reader) written by the lovely @bigtreefest

🌶️ 🥹 Bubbles (Jake Jensen x f!siren!reader) written by the lovely @gremlin-girly

Curtis Everett

🌶️ 🥹 I Don’t Mind Falling For You (Curtis Everett x female!reader) written by the lovely @soelstress

Ransom Drysdale

🌶️ 🥹 Ambivalent Research (Ransom Drysdale x female!reader) written by the lovely @soelstress

+1 BB's

🩹🥹🌶️ Grumpy Love (Grumpy/Soft Alpha Steve Rogers/Grumpy/Soft Ari Levinson(Rogers)/Omega Female Reader (Past Stucky)) written by the lovely @autumnrose40 🩹🥹A Love Least Expected (BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Fem!Reader, past Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Boyfriend!Steve Rogers) written by the lovely @buck-star (formerly @buckys-wintersoldier) 🥹 Wibbly-Wobbly Wednesday Thought (Steve x Reader x Bucky | Stucky x Reader) written by the lovely @mercurial-chuckles

Writing Requests (Answered) 💙

🌶️ The Witcher's Conquest (Geralt of Rivia x F!Sorceress!Reader) written by me :)

🩹🥹🌶️ One Step Forward (FakeProfessor!Napoleon Solo x Student!F!Reader written by me :)

[your-absent-father]

re-introduction to the re-introduction

Hello, my dear human beings.

You can call me Eve, Evie, or even dad lmao. I am a 23 year old teacher's aid from Finland with a flaky relationship to tumblr based on my availability. I am leaving to the store to buy milk but I'll be back always. /hj

I enjoy a good morally grey character every day, especially if its a woman. Genres I enjoy go wide and far, but I am not that girl if the story needs world building, so Fantasy and scifi are out of the question for me in terms of writing it. Reading on the other hand, I love to read any type of stories.

WIPs I am actively writing:

- False Gods -

After Internet breaks over the confession of Beatrix Jones, the lead singer of the popular masked rock band, to 4 murders and countless of armed robberies, Love Bradley, a true crime podcaster, sets out to find what leads a small internet band into organized crime and if Beatrix Jones really is a monster media frames her as.

tropes: doomed by the narrative, toxic rich people, morally grey lead characters.

Snippet of Beatrix and Stevie meeting

How the False Gods start

False Gods first chapter

- midnight's daughter's -

A 1920s action novel about female assasins on the London's underground. Lillian Blackburn aka "ember" is the most notorious assasin under Lady Midnight. When Lillian's fianceè turns out to be Lady midnight's biggest rival's second in command, Lillian has to choose between her new conflicted feelings between the family she has built, or the fresh start she saw in her love.

Tropes: mobsters | lovers to enemies (to lovers?)| morally grey women | badass women

Midnight's daughters introduction

Hi to new people, and hit me up if you are a new person. I always love to hear about other people.

Important tags:

#Wip: fg - the false Gods tag

#Wip: md - Midnight's daughters tag

#Dad approval - other people's writing, especially when I don't have any like long contructive thing to say. Your absent fathers sign of approval

#self reblog time - rebloging my own stuff

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The New Devil's Pact - Part Eight

Ike Evans Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 7

Warning: Swearing, smut, cheating

"This what you wanted all along? Huh?!" Ike grunts into your ear, delivery an extremely hard thrust causing you to whimper out in delight.

"For me to fuck you like the whore you truly are...?"

(This a had been the exact outcome you had hoped for when you had pushed for this late-night meeting to get better acquired with the running of business. You had hoped to finally seduce him into giving in to the sexual tension between the two of you. Your goal had been achieved, yet instead of using your prowess of seduction to get him to cave in, it was; pissing him off that finally made his last revolve snap.)

"Yes..." you breathlessly moan, deliberately clenching your walls around him.

"Fuck..." Ike groans out, pulling you up flushed against his chest as he picked up the pace of his thrusting. Wrapping a hand around your throat, Ike squeezes it tightly as he continues roughly thrusting up into you.

"I'm-the-one-in-charge-right-now...!" he growls with a violent thrust, droplets of spittle landing on your cheek.

"I-fuckin'-own-you-right-now...!"

You couldn't respond with how fucked out your mind was at that moment, as well as the fact that Ike was prohibiting you from doing so with how tightly his grasp around your throat was.

"Wonder what your mobster family would think if they saw you now...?" Ike darkly chuckles in your ear at your inability to respond.

"Acting like a true whore... drunk on cock. My cock..."

Your response: a strangled sounding chuckle, catches Ike off guard for second as he pauses his moments.

"You really are a crazy bitch, aren't you?"

"Your bitch..." you rasp out with a smirk, rocking yourself back and forth on his cock to get him to move again.

"Fuck..." Ike bites into his lip with a throaty groan, grabbing tightly at your hips to resume thrusting into you at a faster pace.

The slapping sounds of skin on skin rang out through dimly lit room, along with your soft whimpers and Ike's raspy grunts as he fucked you senseless.

"Fuck... you're fuckin' strangling my cock..." Ike groans in approval when your walls start violently contracting around him as your orgasm begins to near.

"I-Ike..." you attempt to warn him but find it impossible with how fiercely he was ponding into you.

"You're close?" Ike grits through his clenched teeth as he lays all his weight on your back, pushing you flat onto his desk.

"I can feel it... C'mon, cum for me..." Ike growls out in command, the movement of his hips beginning to falter as his own orgasm neared.

"Cum now!"

"Ike...!" you raspily cry out, your walls clenching tightly around his cock as your climax hits.

"Fuuuuck..." Ike lets out guttural sound, biting down on the side of your neck with one last hash thrust as he empties himself in you.

"Shit..." Ike lets out a satisfied groan as he fucked his cum back into you with a few short strokes, while you laid; a boneless, whimpering mess underneath him.

You remained face down on the desk still for a bit after, while Ike rested his entire weight onto your back; his breathing heavy in your ear as you both slowly attempt to come down from your high. Neither of you having noticed the office door quietly opening and immediately shutting during it all.

"Stevie?" Vera catches him looking all flustered as he came down the stairs leading to Ike's office.

"Are you ok?"

"Vera...?" Stevie stares in open mouthed confusion at her. Who the hell was his father fucking in the office then?!

"Are you ok?" Vera stares through furrowed brows at him.

"You seem like you've seen a ghost."

"I-I..." Stevie stutters as his brain attempts to register what he had just witnessed.

"W-What are you doing here so late?"

"I came to check if Ike's meeting with Y/N was over, wanted to see if she's available for lunch tomorrow."

Y/N? He should have known... the woman underneath his father hadn't been visible with how his body had dwarfed her and they had been facing with their backs toward the door. He could hardly believe that his father had done what he just witnessed, yet there was one thing Stevie knew for certain; he couldn't confront him about it. Not when he and his father's wife was guilty of the exact same thing.

"They're not there" Stevie hastily remarks. Knowing he couldn't allow Vera to go upstairs.

"Really?" Vera frowns in confusion.

"Thought I saw a dim light on through the curtains."

"Dad must have forgotten it on" Stevie stammers, flashing her tight smile as he shrugs.

"Was just there... there's no one."

"Oh" Vera shoulders sag in disappointment.

Placing a hand at Vera's back, Stevie subtly ushers her away from the office.

"If I see her, I'll give her the message. Why don't you go settle in for the evening? I'm sure Dad'll be up soon."

"Ok" Vera nods in agreement, placing a kiss to his cheek.

"Thanks Stevie."

"Don't mention it..." Stevie breathes out heavily as he stares up at his father's office. 

[jtargaryen18]

Aww, wittle mobster Stevie is growing up. Good! 😂 🥰

We're going to see a whole new mobster Stevie moving forward. Will the reader still want to be on board when she sees what he's willing to do to protect his family and his love? 💕😱😎

Thank you!

[ghostzzy]

I WANNA HEAR ABOUT CURSEDWIP 🥺

RAFI!! 🥺 had a whole OC-asks bonanza on the blog yesterday if you wanna scroll back a bit BUT i very rarely discuss the actual Premise so:

it's a dual-pov urban fantasy novel about queer vampires trying to make ends meet and accidentally getting wrapped up in a violent political power struggle far larger than they could've imagined.

adrianna is determined to provide for her family (her boyfriend stevie and her little sister avery), but that's hard as a young vampire with a violent gift (vampires have powers sometimes, adrianna's is to inflict physical agony on anyone she touches). so she's resorted to working as an enforcer for a powerful human mobster.

dee has spent the last six years living in complete solitude (with the brief exception of kw) as a medical experiment for reasons she only barely grasps. she's determined to get revenge on the people that put her there, but she can't do it alone.

when one of adrianna's jobs goes sideways, she ends up held in shared isolation with dee, and they're each other's only chance at freedom from captivity, figuring out what's really going on, and achieving true independence--especially as things escalate, as they're pawns in a much bigger game than they realize.

it's polyamarous. everyone is disabled and bloody and traumatized. nobody knows how to talk about their feelings. there are mommy issues and motel room medical procedures. there's touch-aversion, touch-starvation, and torture. enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers. oh and sometimes there is only one bed. <3

the manuscript is about 50% of the way through revision and i'm HOPEFUL that i will have it done by the end of summer so i can query it and start working on book 2! (it's gonna be a duology)

[banyan-philadelphia]

Philadelphia Mobsters Indicted on Drug Charges: The Growing Impact of Addiction in the City of Brotherly Love

Recently, a federal grand jury in Philadelphia charged five mobsters with working as a drug trafficking team. The charges are related to a reported ongoing drug crime organization that was headed by 75-year-old mobster Joseph “Uncle Joe” Ligambi. The indictments mark another win for the federal government as they continue to crack down on organized crime in the city of Brotherly Love. The five indicted mobsters are: - Joseph “Uncle Joe” Ligambi, age 75 - John “Johnny Chang” Ciancaglini, Jr., age 63 - George Borgesi, age 53 - Anthony “Ant” Staino, age 63 - Steven “Handsome Stevie” Mazzone, age 62 These individuals were indicted on various counts of money laundering, racketeering, and distribution of controlled substances. According to reports, the organization’s illicit activities include the distribution of cocaine and methamphetamine in addition to illegal gambling activities. The indictments come as part of the U.S. Attorney's renewed effort to target criminal organizations in Philadelphia, specifically the Philadelphia mob. This initiative is focused on reducing the violent crime rate in the city as well as ending organized crime operations. This article from Banyan Treatment Center goes on to explain the details of these indictments and how they will further the federal government's mission to end organized crime in Philadelphia. To learn more, visit Banyan Treatment Center today.

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (1)

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

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @stuckybingo Round 5: free space - mafia au

Square filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

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

Words: 1,5k

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“Babe, how do I look?” Your boyfriend asks, almost stumbling over his words as the men he was hoping to meet at the fancy party walk inside the room. 

Well, they don’t walk like normal people. They are stepping inside the room, stopping in their tracks to look at the people in the room. It looks like the crowd parts like the Red Sea to form a path only for them.

Steven Grant Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes. – Two names you must know if you ever heard of New York City and its mob.

They are as good-looking as they are dangerous. A deadly combination of beauty and the beast hidden behind blue eyes.

If you don’t want to end up six feet under, you don’t mess with them. Or even look their way too long.

“Did you put on the underwear I told you to?” 

“What has this to do with the party?” You sigh, as you still don’t know why Scott brought you here.

You’ve been dating for a few months, and you had hoped that tonight, he’d do more than the bare minimum. He’s not a bad guy, but an awful partner.

A criminal too. Not a criminal mastermind, but you already figured out that the small business he runs is far from legal.

“It’s important, babe,” you roll your eyes at the awful pet name. You hate it and told him so before. “Okay, don’t say anything stupid. Or, just look pretty and don’t say anything at all.”

“What?” Now you square your jaw. You don’t understand what has gotten into Scott until you lift your eyes off him to meet two pairs of blue ones. “Oh…”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes,” Scott looks pathetic when he bows for the heads of the mob in town. “I’m honored to meet you again. Thank you for having me.”

The men ignore Scott and his offered hand. Instead, they look at you. Steve almost shoves your boyfriend aside as he holds out his hand to take yours.

“I see you followed our invitation,” he lowers himself to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You shiver. He seems so polite, and kind. But behind his blue eyes, you can see the beast wanting to break free.

“Stevie don’t scare her off right away,” you are a little overwhelmed when James Barnes turns his attention toward you. He takes your other hand and kisses your knuckles, glancing at your ring finger. “No ring, doll? He didn’t ask you to be his forever?”

“No-“ You’re usually not shy, or meek. But these men crowd you like prey and have their hands on you. You know they are in a relationship, but right now, they look at you as if you are their latest meal. “We’re only dating for a few months.”

“A shame,” Steve cups your chin, making you whimper. You never felt like this before. Confused and aroused at the same time. These men are strangers, but oddly you feel safe in their presence. “What do you say? Shall we lead this to a more private area?”

You don’t know why they are interested in leading you and your boyfriend to a private area, but this can’t be good. People like them never have good intentions, and you assume Steve and Bucky are no exception.

“I’m good here…I mean. You should enjoy your party. Don’t you have to greet all the people you invited?” You nervously babble. 

“Doll, they don’t care if we greet them or not. They are only here to show respect to us,” Bucky runs his index finger up your arm. He smirks as you involuntarily shudder at his touch. “Let’s lead this to our office.”

“Scott,” you dip your head to glance at your boyfriend. He looks up at Steve as if the man is carrying a halo on top of his head. “Scott!”

“Babe don’t be rude. We should follow them to the office,” your boyfriend is no help. He’s wringing his hands while staring at Steve Rogers. God, he’s such a pathetic little boy. You just see it now when you watch him interact with two real men.

“Fine,” you snap at Scott if only to end his pathetic act. “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, please lead the way.” 

“Do you want a drink or a canapé doll? We can ask the maid to get you something you’ll like,” Bucky sits next to you on the couch, one hand running up and down his thigh, the other creeping toward your thigh. He brushes his metal finger over your exposed skin, barely listening to what his partner has to say.

“Buck, did you listen?”

“Seal the deal,” the brunette clicks his tongue, “I’ll take care of the main act in the meantime. You know I don’t care about the conditions. We already negotiated them. You can take care of the details.”

“I want to take over more important tasks,” Scott suddenly says. He glances at you, and then he looks at Steve. “Sir, I agree on the terms. I’ll do anything to prove that you can trust me.”

“Does she agree on our terms too?” Steve dips his head to watch you stop Bucky’s hand from stroking your thigh. “Buck, we are talking here.”

“I know,” Bucky huffs. “All you do is talk to that slimy little bastard. Give him what he wants so we can get what we want.”

“Mr. Lang, you know that if we seal the deal, that you cannot break it. We have rules for a reason.”

“She will agree,” Scott hastily says. You snap your head toward your boyfriend, wondering what he’s talking about. “Right, Y/N? You’ll help me with the deal.”

“I told you that I’m not going to do anything illegal,” you hiss at Scott. “I looked the other way when you sold stolen phones to my colleagues, but I won’t actively help you. I’m not a criminal.”

“You didn’t talk about the deal with her?” Bucky suddenly jumps up to fist Scott’s jacket. “You dare to come to our house and lie to us?”

“I didn’t lie, Sir…Mr. Barnes. Y/N said she finds you hot, and all. She even talked about ending up between the two of you to her friend.”

“You sick fuck spied on me and Maria?” You growl at Scott. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes…I’m sure she’ll help you have a baby and all…”

“Baby what?” You furrow your brows. “Okay. This is getting ridiculous. What is going on here?”

“Well, we want you to become our surrogate. Bucky and I love each other dearly, but I cannot give him what he needs, nor can he give me what I want. A baby…an heir. We were looking for the perfect woman, with the perfect bloodline.”

“I-what?” The room suddenly caves in. You feel dizzy and grab the edge of the couch. “You want me to be your breeder?”

“No, doll,” Steve walks toward the couch to crouch down in front of you. “We want you to spend time with us…or rather between us.” He grins. “I want you to have my baby. And then you’ll have Bucky’s. We haven’t figured out whose allowed to breed you first.”

“Breed me?” Oh. God. Your pussy just clenched around nothing. If not for the anger taking over, you’d gladly jump Steve’s bones to have all the babies he wants. “Are you fucking insane? I’m not a piece of meat you can just buy!”

“We believed he talked about the deal with you, doll. Please, don’t be mad at us,” Steve purrs, and runs his hand over your cheek. “We only wanted what we deserve. The perfect woman having our babies.”

“She will agree…” Scott nervously says. He looks at you, hoping you’ll agree to whatever the two men holding his fate in their hands want. “Right babe?”

“I hate it when you call me that,” you jump up, and push Steve aside. “What did you believe will happen when you bring me here to offer my uterus and pussy to these two? Huh? That I’ll just bend over the desk and let them have their way with me!”

“I-uh…kinda…yes…”

“Pathetic,” you click your tongue as you glance at Bucky. He cracks his knuckles, ready to rough Scott up a little for messing with them. “I knew you were no good. I should’ve listened to my gut instinct.”

You dip your head to watch Steve walk toward his partner. They are looking at you, like lions ready to pounce. Those two men set their eyes on you, and you are not foolish enough to believe that they’ll leave you alone.

If you end up in their clutches, you’ll make sure they only get their hands on you to your conditions. “You want me and my womb?”

“More than anything,” Bucky purrs. He steps behind you to place both of his hands on your belly. “And I can tell, Stevie, and will love filling you up.”

Scott hopefully looks at you. This is the moment he was waiting for. He’ll be a made man soon, and his ex will see, he's more than the loser she sees in him. 

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

Part 2

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All Star Cast In "Bedtime Stories Of The Ingleside Inn" Podcast

 It's always notable that when an industry claims it is in recession, layoffs off hundreds of workers (Spotify, NPR and more) and then spends a bundle on a particular project. It seems as if "the podcast networks doth protest too much, methinks." Audio Up and SiriusXM have announced their next major scripted podcast, this time taking listeners back to Palm Springs circa 1975. Titled Bedtime Stories of the Ingleside Inn, the series features an all-star cast, including Jason Alexander, Lance Bass, Richard Kind, Michael McKean and more. 

The show debuts on April 18. Bedtime Stories of the Ingleside Inn is adapted from the memoir of Melvyn Haber, the irrepressible owner of the mid-century Ingleside Inn. The Rat Pack mainstay was a legendary hangout for mobsters and movie stars. And the hotel’s eponymously named restaurant Melvyn’s was a favored haunt for celebrities behaving badly. 

This combustible mixture drives the story; showcasing an inexperienced Mel (Jason Alexander) struggling to manage his nuthouse of a hotel; clashing with and catering to Hollywood’s elite - as well as a few drag queens, pornographers, and mobsters to boot. Additional cast includes David Koechner, Justin Tranter, Nicole Sullivan, Brian Jordan Alvarez, Celia Imrie, and Missi Pyle. Bedtime Stories of the Ingleside Inn was co-created & produced by Audio Up CEO Jared Gutstadt and co-creator Lance Bass for Lance Bass Productions alongside Academy Award-winning producer Michael Sugar and Mike Mayer, Head of Audio, from Sugar23. The series was directed by Mike Mayer and Drew Pokorny. The series features an original soundtrack anchored by the Yacht Funk vibes of Grammy-winner Greg Phillinganes, the legendary musical director for Michael Jackson and frequent collaborator with Stevie Wonder and Eric Clapton, as well as Yacht Rock mainstays Toto. He partnered with Gutstadt to create a Palm Springs mixtape with the summer swag and dance vibes of 1977 (by way of 2023). In addition, Justin Tranter, singer-songwriter to the stars (Justin Bieber, Brittany Spears, Dua Lipa, Selena Gomez, Imagine Dragons) contributes a heart-rending ballad to the project. The first two tracks “The Great Pretender” featuring Greg Phillinganes, and “Let It Go” will be available starting April 21st via all streaming services and SiriusXM. Additional music from the series will release throughout May. “The seeds for this podcast were planted when I sat down to dinner with Lance Bass,” said Jared Gutstadt. "He was telling me about the fabled Ingleside Inn and its colorful owner, and a project that he’d had in turn around for years. It occurred to me that this story concept had all the makings of a fantastic podcast: rich storytelling, tonal elements that lend to the medium - an audio experience based on great source material. The final piece of the puzzle was to implement original music."

Gutstadt continues: "With Michael Sugar on board, it’s been an amazing process. Who better to anchor the project and bring this character to life than Jason Alexander. We can’t wait to share this project with the world. Ingleside Inn is like an audio vacation to Palm Springs. Not only will the stories and music bring you into that universe, but you'll feel like you are actually there during the heyday of Melvins- and with our original soundtrack, people can relive that experience all summer long." "I’m ecstatic to finally be bringing this story to life,” added Lance Bass, a real-life friend of the legendary Melvyn Haber. “Mel and I tried to produce it for years— wanting to find the right partners. Michael Sugar and Jared Gutstadt shared my enthusiasm, and we created something I know Mel would love. It’s an honor to tell the story of one of the best storytellers I’ve ever met." 

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Seen your 1000 celebration congrats! 🎉

Here’s my request:)

Stucky x puls size reader.

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

Trope: 3, 11,18

AU. Mob and A/B/O

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

Quick Fixes for PMS

Mob!Stucky x plus size reader

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

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

WC: 1.4k

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

Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He Yells At You (Stucky x Reader)

Category: angst, fluff

Ship: Bucky x Reader x Steve (Stucky x reader)

Trigger Warnings: Yelling/arguing, PTSD mentioned

Summary: Steve yells at you when he's stressed, but there's more to it than he knows

Word Count: 2,216

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"WHERE IS SHE STEVE?! WHERE IS SHE?! I WILL TEAR THIS WHOLE FUCKING TOWER APART UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHERE OUR GIRL IS!"

Bucky Barnes was exhausted. Bucky Barnes was not about to waste time on something as small as asking questions nicely.

A week long mission that had turned into two, had kept him away from you and Steve Rogers for far longer than he would've liked. Preferably he would have told Nick Fury to suck it, along with some other vulgar acts his far too active imagination would produce.

But a job is a job, and if two weeks in Mexico City would keep people like the weapons dealers he was detailing away from either of you, it was worth it.

On top of that, one of the mobsters had clued in to the soldier's lurking, causing Bucky to have to cut all radio and comms contact with Shield to avoid being caught.

Getting home wasn't easy. Bucky set the Quinnjet to autopilot, ever grateful for Stark's myriad of technology, hoping to get some shut eye. But of course that didn't go as planned either. So Bucky Barnes arrived home at the avenger's compound, a week late, 43 hours sleep deprived and hoping more than anything that both you and Steve would be willing to crawl into bed with him at 12:30 pm on a Thursday afternoon and call it a day.

When Bucky opened the door to Steve's room, where he expected you both to be, all he found was his boyfriend, muttering to himself and running his hands through his hair wildly.

He soon discovered the cause of this stress as he quizzed a very distressed Captain Rogers on your whereabouts.

"I don't know..."

"Why don't you know, Steve?" Bucky asked his partner, voice growing dangerously quiet.

"She said she needed space..."

"And why would she say that?" The brunet inched closer towards the blond, anger radiating from him.

"I yelled at her," Steve admitted shamefully. "Jesus, Buck I don't know why I did it, it just happened, I would never hurt her!"

Bucky continued to close the gap between him and Steve, swallowing his anger to let the blond finish.

"I was upset and I was worried about you, no one had heard from you in days. Fury told me he couldn't say anything about it. I just kept thinking about that time on the train..." He paused, tears beginning to fill his eyes, "she was just trying to help...I told her it would be better if she was somewhere else for a couple of hours..."

Bucky couldn't believe what he was hearing, first and fore mostly because he didn't realise how badly these missions affected Steve compared to himself or their other half. Even when you were on a mission, Steve never showed signs of any emotions even close to the ones he was seeing now. Granted, he always breathed a visible sigh of relief when either himself or you would walk safety into their room and would spend the night telling both of you how much he loves you. But the former winter solider hadn't put the pieces together until just now.

PTSD.

An illness he knew all too well, how hadn't he seen it before?

He said nothing, he had no idea what to say, instead opting to bundle his broken boyfriend into his arms. Steve wept silently into Bucky's shirt, guilt eating away at him for what he'd done to their girl.

"I drove her away Buck, she's gone."

"Don't do that to yourself, she's still here, she's still our girl. I'll go talk to her," Bucky muttered, pulling away from Steve, leaving a gentle kiss in his blond locks. Steve tensed noticeably when Bucky's hand touched the door knob, tears beginning to spill from his eyes again.

"Bucky..."

Already knowing what his partner was asking, the brunet simply offered his outstretched arm with a tender smile. "Let's go see our girl, hey, Stevie?"

Steve smiled weakly as the two made their way to your room. Bucky caught a glance at Steve out of the corner of his eye, only just now noticing how hollow his face looked. How long had it been since he last ate?

"Stevie, honey, before we do this," Bucky whispered, taking both Steve's hands in his own, stopping outside your door, "I need to know when all this happened."

Steve said nothing, staring at the ground with a harsh swallow.

"Steve, please, baby..."

"Three days ago," he managed to choke out, the sound just loud enough to echo through the cold, ever expanding hallways of Stark tower.

Bucky felt a deep ache pounding at his chest. "Okay baby," he said softly, knowing what that meant for both of his love's wellbeing for the last three days, "we'll deal with that later."

Guilt began to well up within the brunet as he thought about what he had been doing for the last two weeks. Being a gun for hire? An overqualified spy? That was no competition to the time he spent with the both of you. You two were his everything, without you he would not exist. He would still be a weapon of HYDRA, a man unloved and forgotten, abandoned by all those accept war-crazed fanatics and murderers.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Bucky forced himself to repress his guilt, knowing you and Steve would need him now more than ever.

Steve... in all their years together Bucky had never seen him more heartbroken, even when Peggy died.

A metal hand left Steve's to rap two knuckles gently against your door. Bucky's flesh hand squeezed Steve's reassuringly.

"Y/N, sweetheart? I'm home."

No response was heard, save for the shuffling of linen on bare legs.

"Stevie is here with me, can we come in?"

You opened the door, your state as noticeably troubling to Bucky as Steve's.

A half-hearted nod was all the assurance the pair needed to shuffle themselves the few steps through the doorway into your room, Steve practically latching onto Bucky.

Bucky breathed in the scent of your room, almost having forgotten it during his mission. Cherry blossoms, milk and honey and old books. Three things he would forever treasure.

Steve, having released Bucky's hand, closed the door behind him, heart shattering as you caught his eye. Both of you had been through hell, neither realising it.

You sat tentatively on your bed, balling your hands up in the sleeves of your knitted grey sweater, goosebumps dancing up your bare legs. Normally you would be decked proudly from head to toe in either of your partner's clothes, usually stealing one of Steve's hoodies since they were larger and always smelt of him no matter how many times he washed them. Of home.

Over the last three days however, you had to physically restrain yourself from throwing on the only thing that bought you comfort.

You thought your relationship was over, he yelled at you after all- The one thing you had asked both of your boys since the very beginning of your relationship, hell, your friendship, never to do to you.

You were just trying to make the imminent separation easier on yourself, but god did you miss the comfort of Steve's jumpers. You always joked with him that it was like he was hugging you when you wore it.

Bucky had joined you by now, sitting at the foot of the bed, trying to respect your boundaries, giving you the space you had communicated you needed. He had been gone too long. All he wanted was to hold you and Steve in his arms and hear about how Tony nearly killed Thor for opening a portal to Asgard in his living room, or how Bruce blushed when an intern flirted with him during an interview. The soldier swallowed his sadness and instead turned his attention to Steve, more specifically his missing presence behind him.

He opened his mouth to comfort his lover, only to have the words robbed from his throat.

"Steve..." you breathed. You were upset, no doubt about that, but seeing him so broken, so vulnerable was something that scared you half to death.

The world would be shocked to see Captain America as he was in front of you now, more so to find out that he was usually the strongest emotionally out of you three. Sure you were all tough but Bucky's flashbacks can send him into a spiral for days and you, you couldn't even handle being yelled at by your boyfriend.

But you and Bucky knew him better, saw a side to the world's greatest superhero that no one else ever saw. Looking at him now, all you could see was a scrawny boy from Brooklyn, too nervous to even hold your hand, two months into dating.

"Steve, please...come here, baby." A flushed and tear stained face turned away from the door to meet your own. He moved hesitantly, in a way you'd never seen him act before, not even on a mission. Not even when Bucky didn't remember who either of you were or why you kept calling him 'James'.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I don't know what happened, you know I would never, Y/N, you know I would never," Steve rambled on, crawling into Bucky's arms, petrified of your rejection that he was sure was coming at any moment now.

Gingerly, you reached over to cup his cheek, wiping away tears that fell from his beautifully pale blue eyes. You loved those eyes, they meant safety, and despite the current circumstances, you felt safe. You always did with them.

You felt a hand on your cheek and involuntarily leaned into it, the familiar feeling of vibranium calming you as a thumb wiped away tears you didn't even know you had been crying.

"Stevie," Bucky whispered in the blond's ear, "it's okay, she's still here. Go to her, baby, our girl needs you, you need each other."

There was no hesitation in his actions this time, he launched forwards, practically knocking you off the bed. You managed to shuffle yourself into the middle of the matress and onto your back as one of the loves of your life sobbed and hiccuped into your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

You squeezed your eyes shut, soaking Steve's strawberry scented hair as you cried with him.

Bucky, in some odd way felt comforted by his lover's crying together. He knew no matter what you three went through, war, destruction, loss, that you would always have each other.

Knees shuffling against sheets and bed creaking, he joined you at the head of your bed, embracing you both as though you would disappear, if he let go even for a second.

Half an hour passed before another word was spoken between any of you.

"Steve," you whispered, voice raw. The words stung your throat as you tried to settle your boyfriend's nerves, "I forgive you."

"No, Y/N don't. You shouldn't-"

"Steve, I forgive you. I understand why it happened and I know you didn't mean it. We just need to figure out a way to manage this when one of us is away."

"What do you mean 'this'?" Steve quizzed, lifting his head from the crook of your neck.

You and Bucky shared a knowing look over your shoulder. Your boyfriend smiled sadly at you and placed a reassuring kiss on your shoulder. "You tell him."

"Tell me what?" He whimpered.

You sighed heavily and let your head fall backwards onto the pillow before recomposing yourself.

"Steve, sweetheart. I..., we, think you have PTSD. You freaked out after Bucky went radio silent for a few days and I heard you talking in your sleep about Danube."

You paused, hesitantly, watching for any sign of a reaction from the blond.

"Can we talk about it in the morning?" He asked after a few moments, "I haven't held you in days..."

"Of course baby," Bucky answered contentedly for you both, worry washing off of him instantly, "come here love, you're in the middle tonight."

Steve crawled between you and Bucky, hands making fists in your shirt and head returning to the crook of your neck. You played with his hair and closed your eyes to rest a moment as Bucky's hand traced shapes along Steve's back.

Light snores were soon heard coming from Steve, happy he was finally calm, you opened your eyes only to be met with a pair of blue ones staring back at you.

"Hi."

"Hi," you whispered back smiling.

"I missed you so fucking much, I'm so sorry for putting you both through this..."

You shook your head as much as you possibly could with a 240lbs man sleeping practically on top of you. "I'm just so happy you're home."

"Right where I belong," your soldier smiled at you with a heart full of love.

He placed a kiss on Steve's head and draped a hand across both yours and Steve's waists, curling his front around the later's back. Closing his eyes, he let sleep wash over him.

That was all you needed to know that everything was going to be okay, and you always would be as long as you had your two superheroes by your side.

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[stray-kaz]

On Blind Faith : a Matt Murdock x reader FF : TWO

Matt walked with you out of the bar; you noticed he didn’t even bother with the cane.

“Why are you trusting me with this?” he asked you. “We’ve just met.”

You shrugged.

“Foggy trusts you, so that’s good enough for me. And you’re a lawyer not a mobster, so you know.”

He smiled faintly.

“So how did you end up with Leo Ricci? Someone who grew up with Foggy doesn’t seem the type.”

You smiled ruefully.

“A lot of girls go through a bad boy phase, Matthew. Unfortunately for me, Leo turned out to be not just a bad boy, but a bad guy. He was lovely at first, you know. He wooed me properly, showered me in chocolates and roses. But when I became pregnant with Luca, he changed, got mean. The first time he hit me, I knew I had to get out of Chicago.”

Matt’s hand gripping the folded up cane tensed at the thought of a man abusing you.

“Did you make a plan?” he asked next, struggling to maintain an even tone.

You nodded and your shoulder bumped his arm.

“I have a cop friend in Chicago. She helped get me out after Luca was born. She snuck us out of the hospital.”

“Why didn’t you leave before then?”

“We needed time to figure out where I would go and we needed Leo and his family not to suspect anything. If they realised I was planning to leave, they would have killed me, Luca or no Luca.”

The way you spoke was neutral, practiced, but Matt could hear the skip in your heartbeat and smell the fear you still had of losing your son. He turned toward you, your body’s heat map blurring like fire across his vision.

“So you came home” he prompted, after a short silence.

“So I came home. Here I have Foggy and his family, and my parents, too. Here I have people looking out for me and I’m not alone.”

“And now you have lawyers, if something were to go wrong.”

You raised your eyebrows and then remembered he couldn’t see that.

“I can’t pay you. Luca and I are living with my mom and dad, and my job doesn’t pay much.”

Matt shrugged.

“Foggy and I do a lot of pro bono work” he told you. “People pay us in chickens and cake.”

You laughed, caught off guard, and he grinned, dimples showing and weakening your knees. You stumbled a bit and he caught your wrist, propping you up with his arm.

“Thanks” you mumbled. “I could pay you in songs?”

Matt’s grin softened down to a smile and he nodded.

“Songs would be great. You sing any Stevie Wonder?”

“Why, ‘cause he’s blind?” you retorted.

“Yes” he shot back.

You snorted, amused.

“Sometimes.”

“Van Morrison?”

“I do a mean ‘Brown Eyed Girl’.”

He laughed, fingers slipping off your wrist; you instantly missed their warmth.

“You know, you don’t have to walk me all the way home.”

“It’s not safe for you to be out here on your own at night.”

“No offense, but you are blind. How could you protect me from an evil assailant?”

“No offense taken. But I can handle myself.”

You shrugged, not quite believing him. You felt safe, though, walking in the dark with this man you’d only just met.

Fifteen minutes passed and you stopped with your hand resting on a low gate that opened onto a short path leading up to the steps and front door of a skinny brownstone. A light burned yellowly under the eaves.

“This is me” you told Matt, just as the door flung wide and a harried middle aged woman stepped out, a crying baby in her arms.

“Thank goodness you’re home!” she exclaimed. “Luca has a cold and he won’t take a bottle. He only wants you.”

You glanced at Matt, whispered a hasty goodbye and thank you, and rushed up the path. Luca’s cries faded when he touched his mother’s face and Matt smiled to himself as he turned away, the image of you surrounded by flames branded in his mind.

You sat in a rocking chair by the window in your childhood bedroom, now shared with Luca. You fed him quietly in the dark room, the space illuminated only by the moon above.

Thoughts of Matt continued to swirl in your mind: how carefully he had treated you, his smile, how well his shirt fit across his shoulders and the casual strength he had displayed to keep you from falling. You wished he had let you see his eyes, blind as they were. He was the first man to show you any genuine interest since Luca’s birth, but you wondered with a wry, deprecating smile what he would think if he knew that you sometimes still leaked milk through your bras.

Luca pulled away, his milk drunk face calm and sleepy, little snuffles issuing through his nose. You lifted him and gently set him down in his crib, his arms and legs star fishing.

With a sigh, you removed your boots and padded into the adjoining bathroom to wash away your makeup, another day, another gig done.

On the other side of the city, Matt was stripping his clothes for bed, his thoughts occupied also with you. He wanted to see your tattoos, not just know they were there on your skin, part of you. He wanted to hear you sing again, talk to him again. He wanted to knock heads with Leo Ricci, he wanted to protect you. He wanted to lay you down on his bed and map out every inch of your body with his hands and maybe his mouth, too. He wanted to know how well you sang when you shattered apart.

He sighed and sank down onto the bed, leaning over to switch off the bedside lamp. The room seeped away into an even deeper darkness and he closed his eyes, giving himself over to it.

Tagging: @succsessions​

[cryptidcasanova]

Steve Rogers 

Steve had known envy; he felt it in the crevices of his mind. He sheltered it deep in his heart. He had been envious of men, especially before the war. And he had been jealous of a quiet, humble life. He was jealous of those around him with a wife, kids, and a home to go back to. He was envious of people who had that.

But this feeling was new. The knot in Steve's stomach was suffocating. He had you. You were at one of Tony's parties with your fingers laced in his own, but someone else was vying for your attention.

It was a lowly member of Shield. He was just an agent in training. Steve had your heart, but at this moment, he wanted your attention. Steve demanded your sole attention. So the Captain did the only thing he knew how.

"Soldier, we're leaving," He addressed the man with his Captain's voice, turning to face you. "We have our own mission to attend to." 

His innuendo was understood immediately.

And that was all it took for him to whisk you away from the party, practically melting into his hold. 

Oh, Steve.

He had no need to be jealous. He already had you; hook, line, and sinker.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky was always watchful of the street vendors. However, this morning, his attention was trained on the curve of your ass. He was aware of the plane of the skin of your thighs as you walked from stall to stall. You were unaware of his gaze, wholly invested in the produce on the table.

Plums. It was always plums.

You were smiling. The salesman helped you bag the fruit, and Bucky watched as the grocers’ fingers danced across yours. 

Oh. 

His belly ached. He didn’t like that one bit.

Bucky hadn’t moved so fast since under HYDRA’s control, and in four smooth steps, he was there, surrounding you in his safe embrace. It was precisely where you were supposed to be. 

With a kiss to your temple, you hummed, unaware of the glare he was giving to the grocer. His metal arm was securely around you, and the man flinched back. He knew who Bucky was, and it made him crack a smirk.

Bucky didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

Sam Wilson

If you could pinpoint a pinnacle moment of happiness in your day, it was early in the morning. It was when you could go on a jog with Sam, listening to Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder and singing brazenly to your heart's content.

The morning jogs weren't required, and you had gotten plenty of training and exercise during the week, but this was when the rest of the world wasn't up. 

You could let your heart flutter and joke with the man next to you. Sam was a perfect guy. Your heart was so full of love for him.

And then something happened. One morning, two recruits had seen you two jogging and decided to invite themselves into the group. 

The recruits wanted to change the music. They wanted to pick up the pace. They kept trying to find out personal things about you. 

The recruits were awfully nosy about your personal business, and it got under Sam's skin. 

Sam was a patient man; however, these two fools had decided to break up his time with you. He couldn't let that slide.

So maybe one of them tripped. And fell into the other. And just maybe, they both rolled down the hill and into the duck pond. 

And maybe, just maybe, you hadn't noticed it because you were busy tying your hair back and out of your face. Sam's timing couldn't be better, and when you heard the splash, you turned around with a curious expression.

"Sam?"

"What? They just tripped."

If there was one thing that could get Sam out of trouble, it was his warm eyes and toothy grin. 

You couldn't be mad at him even if you tried.

Natasha Romanov

The nightclub was raving, and you and Nat were undercover. Between dancing and drinking and partying, you had lost her. Knowing her, she was probably breaking into a safe or interrogating a mobster. Still, Nat's job was on a need-to-know basis.

Your job was to keep the party going with the mob boss's son.

And you were doing a pretty good job at it too. The goon invited you to the dancefloor, free from his own bodyguards, and you just danced. You were lost in the music, the soft lighting, and the feelings of hands at your waist. There was a gentle tug, and then the set of hands was back on you, pulling you back against a hard, lean body.

"Who said you could dance with anyone but me?" 

Nat. 

A soft giggle left your lips. 

"I wasn't expecting you." You turned in her arms, and her smirk was the only reply she offered in response, but her eyes were pools of liquid fire.

Oh, that sly dog. 

The mobster's son was nowhere to be found. But you danced until the nightclub closed, and if you had looked a little closer, you would have seen him in the corner with a busted-up nose. Maybe he should have been keeping his hands to himself.

Tony Stark

To Tony, it was a game of his to make you jealous, but once the cards were reversed? 

Oh no. He didn't like that at all. 

He was your perfect match, and yes, he had done the math to come up with that conclusion.

But sometimes, he would forget that you weren't like him. Your mind had worked differently from his own. Genius, billionaire playboy philanthropist or not, you didn't care. You cared about Tony, the man. You cared about him. 

And maybe, just maybe, he didn't like the attention that you were getting at one of his conferences. You were sitting in the front row, and Tony watched the room as stares lingered on you, how people tried to make small talk with you. It made his blood boil.

"Any questions?" He finally asked, ready to get off the stage.

The lights and the cameras were blinding, and a wave of hands went up.

"What about Y/N?" One reporter asked, and a slew of cameras turned your way.

"Are they here with you today?"  “Yes, we have a question about them!" "Are the rumors true?"

"What rumors?" Tony finally snapped into the microphone, falling for their bait.

"That they are single. That you two aren't actually together."

It would have been beating out of his chest if Tony had a heart. An unfamiliar feeling washed over him. He was going to squash them like a bug.

"I don't know what your sources say," Tony gave you a sly wink, "But it's not true. Keep it in your pants, boys. They're taken." 

He extinguished their questions with his boyish smirk, but you were fuming.

He was going to be in big trouble later.