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𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼

𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣: 𝔹𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕤

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝙼𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 × 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚢!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: dark!rafe, swearing, cheating, pet names, degredation, name calling, mentions of murder, guns mentioned, drugs mentioned, biting, jacob’s ladder piercing, public p in v, edging, denial, threats, blackmailing, boot riding, oral sex, fingering, rough oral, hair pulling, ownership kink, icky!rafe

📖 this was a mix of two asks & I did put my own twist on it: #1 anon ask: omg for the holiday slutacular could you do dealer!rafe, forbidden love, biting, hair pulling and maybe a cute little piercing on rafe iykwim, and line 8 xxx #2 request by @nocoolusernamesavailable-blog - Mobster Friends to lovers love triangle / Obedience training with edging, denial and ruined orgasms. Maybe end the session with a ruin or just denial. Or maybe count the edges / Try to stay quiet understand

Masterlist

Reader’s POV:

The door clangs shut behind Shoupe, and with it, a part of you feels lighter.

You watch him through the glass partition as he adjusts his duty belt, his expression stoic. The downtown holiday parade’s underway—Shoupe heading out to oversee his deputies, managing crowd control. His movements are crisp, efficient… Everything about him screams order and discipline. He’s a good man, a good deputy, and a good boyfriend. He’s just good…

“You sure you’ll be okay here?” He asks, his blue eyes softening on yours.

“I’ve got this,” you reply, forcing a smile. “Go save Christmas.”

His lips quirk into a smile before he leans in, pressing a light kiss on your lips, quick, professional, almost impersonal. But that was Shoupe—steady, dependable, never reckless. He was the kind of man you built a life with.

He turns and walks out, and you watch him disappear into the chilly North Carolina night. The sound of the heavy door slams shut behind him. Then, like clockwork, you hear it. A slow, lazy chuckle that raises every hair on your body.

“Still settlin’ for vanilla. Huh, pretty?”

Your heart drops at the sound of his voice. Deep, smooth, and laced with mockery. You didn’t have to look to know who it was. Rafe Cameron. You swallow hard, willing yourself to stay calm.

“You’re not gonna say hi, baby?” His voice was louder now, drawing the attention of the other inmates. “We go way back. Don’t be rude, sweetheart.”

You turn slowly, boots echoing against the concrete floor as you walk toward his cell. You keep your expression neutral, but inside, everything’s unraveling.

Rafe stands at the bars, his big hands casually wrapped around the cold steel. He looks good. Too good. Prison’s sharpened him, but it hasn’t broken him. His caramel-colored hair is cut short; jawline more defined than you’d remembered, his five o'clock shadow gives him a dangerous edge. Rafe’s eyes—those goddamn eyes—they’re the same: fierce, calculating, and maddeningly irresistible.

“You’re not supposed to be talking to me,” you scold, folding your arms across your chest.

“And yet here you are.” Rafe’s lips bend into that lazy, confident smirk that once made you weak.

“I’m just doing my job,” you crack. “You wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Ouch.” He presses a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. “Still got that fire. I fuckin’ love it.” You roll your eyes, turning to leave. “Wait.” His voice softens, taking on that familiar, enticing tone. “Come on, we can catch up. No harm in talkin’. Yeah? Just two old friends.”

“We were never friends,” you clip back, though the words feel hollow.

He chuckles again, low and rich, the kind of laugh that makes your stomach flip, and it does just that. “That’s not what I remember. We were more than friends, princess. You gotta remember that, no?”

Don’t let him get to you.

“You’ve got nothing to say?” He pushes, eyes narrowing. “Maybe Shoupe knows all about your past. Or maybe he doesn’t.”

And in a moment, everything comes to a screeching halt.

“I wonder what he’d think,” Rafe muses, tongue-in-cheek. “Deputy L/n, the straight-laced officer used to run guns… for me-”

“Stop, Rafe.”

“… Used to party a little too hard. Used to beg me for a taste.”

“That’s enough,” you hiss, stepping closer to the bars.

He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You think you can outrun who you are? You and me, we’re the same. We always have been.”

You shake your head, but the words cling to you like smoke. No. I’m not that person anymore. “I’ve got a good life now,” you stammer; voice shaky and hoarse. “A good man. A real job. I’m not your girl anymore, Rafe.”

His smile falters for a moment, but it’s back, more dangerous than ever. “Sure, you’ve got the uniform, the badge. But deep down? You miss it. The rush. The freedom-”

“You’re wrong-”

“… me. I know you do,” he smiles, as he finishes his words.

You hate how right he sounds. The weight of the badge on your chest feeling heavier with every second you stand by him.

“I should walk away,” you say, more to yourself than anyone else.

“But you won’t,” he smirks as his eyes lock onto yours, challenging you. “You never could say no to me.”

Your mind tells you to move, turn, and leave, but you don’t. Your feet stayed planted, pulse spiking.

“Come closer,” Rafe whispers.

You step in, hating yourself for it. The space between you is nothing now, just the cold steel bars. Rafe reaches out, his fingers brushing your wrist. The contact’s electric, sending a shiver down your spine. “Stop actin’ so tough, baby-”

“You’re delusional,” you whisper, but the conviction in your voice wavers.

Rafe’s thumb strokes the inside of your wrist, and you feel your resolve crumble to pieces. Rafe always knew how to break me down, piece by piece, until nothing was left but the truth.

“You can lie to yourself all you want,” he says softly. “But you can’t lie to me.”

Before you can stop yourself, you lean in. Rafe’s lips meet yours through the bars, a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s raw, consuming, filled with years of anger, longing, and darkness.

Rafe reaches out, cupping your sex in his large hand, before rubbing two long fingers on your clothed clit. “Remember how good I made you feel?” He mumbles, and you do.

“I remember you planting drugs and a gun in my purse, Rafe,” you hiss. “You would have ruined my life.”

“You were keepin’ ‘em safe,” he whispers as he undoes your belt with a single hand, plunging it into your panties the next, making you bite back a gasp. He clicks his tongue, chuckling smugly at the messy lace. “How are you always so wet?”

Your hand draws to him, too, cupping his bulge through his thin cotton uniform, feeling his rock-hard length underneath. “Fuck, Rafe,” you moan, remembering how he filled you just right.

“Try to stay quiet, understand?” He smiles cruelly. “Wouldn’t wanna stop,” he pulls away his fingers, stealing your pleasure with it, denying you only to start again, working harder and faster.

“Come in here. Yeah? I won't bite.”

“No… I can't. I-”

He laughs wickedly, rolling his lust-blown eyes. “Fine… Have it your way.” Resting his big hand on your head Rafe shoves you down to your knees. You grab the iron bars, peeking both ways fast before looking up at him nervously, the angle of the cell concealing you for the moment.

He runs his hands through his messy fringe, pushing bangs out of the way, giving you a better look at his beautiful blue eyes.

You wrap your fingers around his loose cotton pants, pulling them down, then his boxers. Your eyes widen as you take him in your hand, feeling the chill of six metal balls against your palm. You glide your thumb along the underside of his cock, touching the metal bars; one, two, three… You look up at Rafe, and he smirks.

“Don’t get too excited now,” Rafe mocks as his hand moves around, cupping the back of your head. You look at his fat tip, a tear of precum weeping onto the floor below. “Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees, baby.”

He pulls you forward, lips parting as you wrap your mouth around his swollen head, tasting him, tongue toying with the metal with every flick. Sucking him deep into your throat, you hear him moan; the man quickly catches himself, tilting forward, biting down on his muscular forearm to dampen his pleasured sounds.

Rafe thrusts forward, sending his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag. “Jesus fuck, you got a throat on you, huh?” He lauds as he wraps a hand under your chin, feeling his dick pump in and out as he fucks your face.

You moan around his thickness, feeling pressure between your thighs as Rafe teases you with the toe of his shoe on your clit, urging you to rock against him, making your thighs quake. “You like that don't you?”

“Mpfhh…” You moan with a mouth full of dick.

“Like ridin’ daddy’s boot like a whore? Got this whole department under my thumb… Got their prettiest deputy ruttin’ her shit on my boot, chokin’ on my dick. Fuckkk… M’just show in off now. Ain’t I?” He drawls as tears tumble down your cheeks.

Your hand strokes and rolls his balls—his body tightening in your hand as you deep-throat his cock. “You better swallow it all,” Rafe rasps, with a challenging bite to his voice.

He throws his head back to the ceiling, hips stuttering as he paints your throat with his climax. You stay frozen in place, feeling him throb on your tongue, careful not to get any on your uniform.

“Mmm… Damn, that’s my girl,” Rafe sighs as he rolls his neck, taking and pushing out a deep, satisfied breath. “The fact that Shoupe’s gettin’ this shit’s gonna kill me,” Rafe mumbles darkly as he tugs you to your feet. “Ya know… M’not gonna be in here forever. Let me take care of him for you, angel. Hmm?”

“Rafe…”

He sucks his teeth and smiles. “Then again, what’s the fun in takin’ you away from him if he’s dead? Huh? I’ll think about it, n’get back to you.” He mutters through a breathy laugh.

“Don’t even joke about that shit-”

“Who said I am, princess?” Rafe wraps a hand around his cock, squeezing the base. “Turn around. Let me show you how much I missed you.” You turn around, and Rafe reaches for you, pulling your back into the bars, his big arms reaching around your waist, fighting with your zipper, tugging your uniform off your hips.

He wraps his big fingers around your panties, ripping one side then the next, making your eyes widen in horror at the volume of the tear. “Rafe, please,” you beg for him to stop being so loud, begging at the same time for his cock, a whirlwind of emotions swirling through your mind.

He tosses the panties back to his bed, turning back his attention to you with a toothy smile. “You can't imagine the shit I’m gonna do to those…” He whispers as he presses the tip of his cock against your glossy hole. You reach behind you, grabbing for his hips to coax him forward, but he doesn't budge, running himself through your arousal—teasing you shamelessly.

You can feel your wetness on your thighs, and so can Rafe. He lifts his uniform, taking it between his teeth to get a better look. Your head falls forward in pleasure as he thrusts in suddenly. His hands snake forward, grabbing your hips, pulling you as deep as he possibly can go with the bars in the way, making you let out an airy, soundless cry.

Rafe pulls out nice and slow, letting his piercings drag across your wet walls, making you gasp as you feel the little pops.

He starts to slowly pick up the pace—your pleasure growing with each movement of his toned hips. Your body claps against his, and you should stop, but you just can’t, the plop plop plop of his wet skin against yours, filling the space around you.

Rafe starts pistoning his hips into you, fucking you at a rapid pace, making you cover your mouth with both hands—tears rolling over the tops. “How bad do you wanna come in my cell right now? Got what, an inch or two more cock for that greedy little cunt of yours.” Rafe reaches forward, taking a fistful of your hair, yanking you back to his chest.

Your panting lips find him, Rafe smiling nastily against your mouth before sucking on your tongue. “That’s my girl,” he mumbles as he fucks into you sharp and hard, making your ass ripple with each thrust.

Rafe turns towards your neck, his warm breath fanning against your hot skin. He kisses you messily, gliding his tongue along the column of your neck before biting down.

“Don’t be so rough… There can’t be any marks. Please,” you plead with Rafe, his teeth already driving into your skin; your words just making the man even more determined to do so, nipping down harder, making you grip the steel bars to keep from screaming, a muffled whine coming out nonetheless.

“Baby, you have to be quiet, or they’ll figure out what Kildare’s finest is doin’ on the clock… Fuck, I always knew you were a slut f’me,” Rafe grunts, his hips never faltering, slamming harder into your warm, wet pussy.

“M’gonna cum,” you whimper.

“I know you are,” Rafe smiles, his hand already halfway up your body to cover your mouth before the first utterance even leaves your lips.

You cry out against his big palm, just praying he won’t pull his hand away, but you know Rafe wants to get out of here… He wouldn’t take that risk himself. Vile squelching fills the space around you. You reach down, grabbing the iron bars for support, hands twisting around the metal as your thighs clap against Rafe’s.

Your vision blurs as your body is taken by pleasure; Rafe continues to rail you from behind, pounding you through your orgasm as you cum around his big cock. Rafe groans in pleasure at the feeling—his toned hips snapping back, pushing into you as he cums hard, pressing his lips against you to swallow your moans and mewls. He pulls away, leaving you gasping for air. “You’re gonna help me, princess,” he says, his voice jagged and rushed. “You’re gonna get these charges dropped. And when I’m out?” He smirks. “You’re mine again.”

“Rafe, I can’t,” you sniffle.

“Can’t?” Rafe asks smugly. “But you’ll do it. Because if you don’t…” He trails off, letting the threat hang in the air.

Rafe pulls out nice and slow, making you shudder at the loss of him. You reach down, grabbing your pants fast, tucking your uniform in before anyone can see. You feel the warm sensation of Rafe’s cum rolling wet down your inner thigh, making even more of a mess.

You stumble back, breathing hard; your mind still spinning from your orgasm. You look at Rafe’s body as he pulls up his prison uniform: wet teeth marks at the neckline of his shirt, your arousal pooled around the bottom, his stiff, throbbing dick’s trapped in his pants, sticking out of the top of the elastic band, his swollen head glistening with your shared release. Rafe’s blue eyes glint wildly, staring right through your soul.

Your mind is screaming to run—to get as far away from him as possible. But you know the truth. Rafe Cameron wasn’t someone you run from. He was someone you face or surrendered to.

And right now, looking at the beautiful, wicked man before you, surrender felt inevitable.

[buck-star]

Dinner with the mobster | Bucky Barnes

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Mob!Single!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Your boss - who is also the most feared man in town - asks you to go out for dinner with him. When he suggests taking his daughter with him, you agree to go out with them.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.295

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (G) none, just fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Hi I absolutely love your work. I was wondering if you could write a mob boss! Single dad!Bucky Barnes x reader. Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable. Thank you 🤎🤎

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you so much for your nice words, they really mean a lot and thank you for the sweet request. I wanted to write more for Mob!Bucky and your request was the perfect opportunity to do so. I hope you like what I made with it.🩷🩷 Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> AFG Fluff Bingo | Row Two-One | First Date | @anyfandomfluffbingo

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes, the most popular mobster in town, has at least one hundred men who are protecting him and another one hundred men as well as women who clean his house, cook for him, or do other chores. His house - his villa - near the forest is almost not even in town anymore. The man could have every woman, and almost every woman admires him. He has long brown hair, mostly tied into a bun; his beard is trimmed; he has ocean blue eyes; and he has a smile that could light up the darkest night. James has a muscular body, is tall, and is just the dream of every woman. But even though he could have it all, he lives with his daughter alone. But he has an eye on someone, someone who doesn’t look really interested in him, which slightly confuses him but makes her more interesting for the mobster.

“Daddy, look what I found,” his princess says with a proud smile, holding up a book in her hands.

He furrows his eyebrows, his legs spread, while he sits on his couch and waits for the woman he asked to come into his office. In his hand, he holds a glass of his favorite Bourbon while he looks at his daughter. She walks closer to him, pushing herself up to sit on his lap before she holds the book closer to his face. James reads the title on it and smirks.

“That’s the book your friends - my employees - wrote into, isn’t it?” he asks with a smirk.

He told all his closest employees to write into the book after his princess was sad about having just four people - next to her - written into it. Those people were James, Sam, Steve, and Natasha. And then she asked her daddy if he knew if some more who wanted to write into it. Of course she also has friends, but the little girl prefers the big men around her, commanding them around like her daddy does, and he enjoys seeing his well-working education.

“Do you wanna see it?” she asks, kissing her daddy’s cheek softly.

The small girl looks like James - just the smaller, female version - but she has the same brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and the same smirk and pout on her lips as her daddy.

“But just until Y/N is here,” James says, and he turns his daughter around.

With his hands wrapped around her tummy, he looks over her shoulder. Her small back is pressed against his broad chest. Then she opens the book and waits for her daddy to start reading. James does, and his princess is always telling him something about the pictures before he can turn to the next side.

After a few minutes, it knocks at the door, and he looks up to see you standing there, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. You play with your fingers, looking down, while you just stand there and wait for James to give you instructions.

“I- I can- I’m sorry for distracting you,” you mumble when your nervousness grows.

“No, it’s fine. I asked you to come here, so please come in,” he says with his rough voice, and you shiver slightly.

When you met him for the first time, he was scary, and being so close to such a dangerous man can still be scary, but he is all soft and sweet around you and makes you feel like you are special to him. Little do you know you’re special to him, and he would buy the whole town, the moon, or the whole universe for you just to see your smile and hear you laughing while he is the reason for it.

James leans closer to his daughter, kissing her cheek before he lifts her off his lap and places her in front of him.

“Tell Uncle Stevie he has to give you some cookies,” James says, laughing when he sees his daughter jumping around with a giggle before she runs out of the room.

His ocean blue eyes then meet you again, and he gets off the couch as well. James walks closer to the door, gripping the doorknob while he waits for you to walk into the room to close the door behind you. It makes you a bit uncomfortable to be all alone with him in a room, but you know you’re safe.

“Wanna drink something, Bourbon? It’s a good one, my favorite bourbon.”

“N-no, thank you. I- Uhm- I’m fine, really,” you mumble.

You could face palm yourself when you realize what you just said. He didn’t want to know more, just if you wanted to have a drink. You inhale deeply while he leads you to the couch. When the two of you are taking a seat, he smiles and turns his head toward you.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“N-no. I can take care of your daughter when you have plans for tonight.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he laughs softly and takes a sip of his bourbon. “More like, do you have time to go out with me?”

Your mouth drops open, and you swallow hard, rubbing your palms over your pants to dry the sweat.

“I- You’re my boss, James,” you say quietly, turning your head away.

He chuckles softly and slides his hand to your back, stroking it softly while he takes another sip of his bourbon. The shiver along your spine makes him grin even more, and the way your body reacts to his touch lets him admire you even more.

“I’m not asking you, actually. Babydoll, let me take you out, please.”

“I-I don’t want to overstep boundaries. I- James, I should go back to my room,” you mumble.

Bucky chuckles; the way his body vibrates against yours sent another shiver along your spine. His thumb moves closer to your lips before he slides it over them, making you gasp. Your boss is so close, you can feel his hot breath on your skin; his touches are like electricity, causing more goosebumps all over your skin. Bucky leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear, inhaling your scent before he kisses your earlobe.

“How about we take Mia with us? You love her, and she loves you.”

None of the two of you mentioned that there are feelings between you and Bucky. You nod softly, but he sees it and smiles, kissing your earlobe again. Then he pulls away.

“I will pick you up in an hour,” he says, getting up, and you follow.

The two of you walk to the door. He opens it and runs his fingers over your back before you walk out of the room and to yours to change into something better to go out with your boss.

Like he told you, he is knocking at your door an hour later, wearing a suit - like always - his cologne all around you, and you smile softly when you look into his beautiful face. His brown hair is tied back, and he holds the tiny hand of his daughter. She is smiling at you as well as her daddy, both admiring you in your dress. Bucky in another way as the girl, but they both can’t get their eyes off of you. Bucky clears his throat and takes a step to the side, letting you walk out of the room.

“You look beautiful, doll.”

You blush, scratching the back of your neck.

“Daddy said we gonna go to my favorite restaurant,” she tells you with a proud smile.

You’re still not pretty sure what to say or how to act since your boss has invited you to go out with him. So you smile nicely and walk with him and Mia to the cars in the garage.

Bucky is a gentleman, opening the door for you, making sure you’re comfortable, but always taking care of his daughter too.

When you arrive at the restaurant, he takes your hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. He makes sure you’re comfortable; otherwise, he would immediately let go of your hand. But there is not even a hint of discomfort on your face, just a small smile on your lips. Together with you and Mia, he walks to the entrance, letting the two of you walk into it before he follows you.

“Good evening,” the waiter says, his muscles tensing when he sees Bucky.

“Good evening, a table for three by the name of Barnes.”

The man in front of Bucky nods and shows you the table. You’re helping Mia out of her jacket and talking to her while you walk through the restaurant. The eyes of the people widen when they see James walking with his daughter and a woman through the room. He smirks when he offers you a seat, takes your and Mia’s jackets out of your hands, and sits across from you, smiling widely with his steel blue eyes piercing into yours. His tattoo-covered arms rest with the sleeves slightly up and his arms on the table, and he just admires you while you look between Mia and him with a small smile.

“Good evening. Have you already decided what you like to eat?” a woman asks, her smile shy, and her eyes dart from Bucky to you and back to the muscular man.

“As always, for my daughter and for me,” he says, then turns his face to you and smiles softly. “And you, doll?”

A shiver rushes through your body, and butterflies go crazy in your belly when he calls you by that nickname in front of other people. Then you look at the waitress and order your food as well. She just nods, takes the menus, and walks back to the kitchen.

“Y/N?” Mia asks, her hand touching yours.

“Yes?”

“Do you like daddy?”

You almost choke on your own saliva when she asks that. Of course you do; who doesn’t? He is a gentle and soft man; he is beautiful, muscular, and makes you laugh. You feel safe with him, not just because there are always some of his men around, but just because of him. On the other hand, he doesn’t act in a soft way with others like you always thought, which makes the feelings you have for him stronger. Bucky doesn’t say anything to the question; he just smirks and waits for you to answer, wanting to know what you think about him.

“I-I- He is nice, but he is my boss,” you mumble.

“But you like him?”

“Yes, but I like you too, Mia.”

“So do you want to be my new mommy?”

This question caught you off guard, and your jaw drops immediately. Bucky chuckles are low and rough, causing your skin to tingle. He makes you feel things you never thought you would feel, especially not for him. The most fearful man in town, a mobster. But also your boss, a wonderful and sweet man and daddy of a beautiful and cute daughter.

“Say yes, and I’m gonna make you mine tonight,” he says.

Your breath hitches, your body shakes softly in anticipation, and you nod. Do you want it? Want to be his? Of course, you definitely want to be his.

“Y-yes.”

Mia smirks, ready to throw herself around your neck, but the food arrives at your table and she learned manners from her daddy, so she just squirms a bit in her seat but starts eating and smirks the whole time at you. Your cheeks are red, and you fix the plate with food in front of you instead of facing Bucky. What if he just wanted to know what you feel for him, but he just wants to play with you? But he is just so soft with you and not with any other woman around him.

“Doll?” his rough voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look at him. ��Please let me make you mine. I know the way you look at me, and you’re the only woman I want to have. I have loved you since we first met.”

“O-Oke. B-But I can’t work for you then. H-How can I pay for my things?”

“You don’t have to pay anything. Don’t forget who you’re talking to; you will get everything you need, and you just need to ask me,” he tells you with the softest smile you have ever seen.

When you nod again, his eyes light up, and he can’t help but get up to walk around the table. He gets on his knees next to you, capturing your cheeks with his big hands before he leans closer and presses his soft, plumb lips on yours. Kissing you in a way no one has ever kissed you before, so filled with love and passion. When you kiss him back, he smirks, pulling you even closer, and your hands grip his shoulder, your fingers sliding along his neck. Mia cheers quietly, giggling and looking at the two of you in awe while he bits into her nugget. You blush when Bucky leans back, his thumb stroking your lips, and his blue eyes say more than words could ever say.

“I love you, doll. My precious doll.”

“I-I love you, too.”

“Andddddd I love you. And my nuggies,” Mia says, holding her nugget up to show it.

“Yeah. We love you too, little girl,” Bucky laughs and kisses you again, then he gets up and takes his seat again to finish eating.

Your cheeks are still red, especially when you recognize that everyone in the restaurant was looking at the two of you. But when you look at Bucky, every fear fades away, and you feel just loved by him.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (20)

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

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, romance, a little angst

Indecent Proposal (19)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“Doll, stop tugging at the dress,” Steve tuts. “You look beautiful tonight. Let’s head downstairs. Our guests are waiting for us.”

“The dress is beautiful, but I feel like a whale,” you huff and look down at your body. “I’m getting bigger…”

Bucky puts his hand on your swollen belly from behind. “You’re getting even more beautiful, Y/N.”

You look in the mirror again. Bucky is right, you look stunning in the gown they chose for you.

“Even a princess would fade in the background next to you,” Steve tries to get you to follow them. They decided to throw a party to celebrate your pregnancy and wedding.

You bite the inside of your cheek. The last time you felt like a princess, the night ended terribly. So, this time you are afraid to even let yourself appreciate the beautiful woman in the mirror who stares back at you. 

The ceremony was beautiful, and you are more than happy to carry Steve and Bucky’s babies. Still, you are afraid of the future.

Can your feelings and love last in their world? What if anyone wants to ruin what you built with your husbands?

“What’s on your mind, pretty doll?” Bucky whispers in your ear. His eyes meet yours in the mirror. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared, and…I don’t know. I love what we have, and the babies but…” you sniffle. “I can’t help it. I’m afraid to lose it all. With Scott…I didn’t care if things would end. It’s different now.”

Steve cups your face to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Baby, we won’t leave you. You’re our wife. No matter what the law says. You are ours, and we are yours.”

“It’s not—” you choke on tears. “You or Bucky. I’m scared that other people will try to ruin everything for us.”

“Is this about Rumlow?” Steve softly asks. “We told you to not worry about him. He’ll never get close to you or our babies. Before we let him get close to you, we will break every bone in his rotten body.”

“Steve!” Bucky grumbles. “We do not discuss such a matter in front of our lovely, pregnant wife.”

Steve ignores his husband’s comment. “I tried to calm our wife. She needs to know that we won’t let anything happen to her, or our children. Not now, not ever.”

“What about you two? Can you promise me that you won’t get hurt?” You sniff. “I cannot lose you.”

“You won’t,” Bucky stops you from crying. He soothingly runs his hand up and down your back and murmurs your name. “We promise. You have us, now and forever.”

You sigh as the mansion is crowded with people you don’t know.

You saw a few familiar faces. The blonde geek your husband’s hired to take care of the new security system, or Sam, one of their confidants.

“Buck, can you hold my water?” you whisper in Bucky’s ear. “I need to pee.” He chuckles when you tell him that one of the babies must lie on your bladder. “I’ll be right back.”

“Do you want me to come with you,” he dips his head to look at you. Bucky wiggles his eyebrows and gives you this smile making you go weak in the knees.

“Not with all the people around, you horny dog.” You playfully swat his chest. “Maybe after they are gone you can follow me to the bathroom.”

“Lemme kick them out,” he murmurs. “We can go down and dirty right now.” Bucky hopefully looks in Steve’s direction, but the blonde shakes his head.

“He always says no but ends up filled with cock,” Bucky says more to himself than you. “I can’t wait to get my hands on both of you tonight. My husband, and my wife.”

Not months ago, you wouldn’t have dared to dream of having two husbands and a baby.

Here you are, standing in front of the mirror to look at yourself with new eyes. The reflection in the mirror smiles back at you as you run your hand over your swollen belly.

“How far are you?” You flinch when a woman suddenly stands behind you. You turn around to look at her. She balls her hands into fists and glares at you. “You didn’t waste time, huh? Last time I didn’t get the chance to find anything out for him.”

“It’s you,” she’s got a barely healed scar on her right cheek, her hair is shorter and black now, but it’s undoubtedly the nurse from your gynecologist's practice. “What are you doing here? How’d you get inside?”

“Easy,” she scoffs while sliding a knife out of her arm sleeve. “I simply pretended that I belonged to the catering team.”

She takes one step toward you, and you take two back. You curse yourself for not bringing your handbag. Now you don’t have a weapon, except for the hand soap on the washbasin.

“What do you want here?” You try to sound confident, but you are scared. Not only for your life but the babies in your belly.

“Because of you and your men he punished me,” she sneers and runs her fingers over the scar on her cheek.

“And yet you come here,” you sidestep her. If you can reach the door you can scream for help. You keep an eye on her while trying to figure out your next step. “Why? If he hurt you, you should’ve run for the hills, not come here into the lion’s den.”

“You know nothing about me!” She snarls and takes another step toward you. “If I kill you now, and cut the bastards out of you, he’ll forgive me…he must forgive me…”

“Please just…”

“Y/N, down,” Bucky doesn’t have to say more. You crouch down and crawl away just in time. He flings a knife at her, piercing her neck.

She drops to her knees, making gurgling sounds. While she struggles to breathe, you curl into a ball, daring not to look at her.

“Buck, Y/N,” Steve storms into the bathroom to find you on the ground, and the nurse dead. “What happened?”

“She…she wanted to kill me and the babies,” you choke out between heavy breaths. “Bucky came…he came…”

“Doll!” Bucky steps over the nurse’s dead body. He easily lifts you in his arms, cradling you against his warm chest. “Did she hurt you? Baby?”

“No…” you sniffle and hide your face in his chest. “She said Rumlow gave her the scar.” Your voice trembles, but you try to give them as much information as possible. “She failed and he punished her.”

“Rumlow,” Steve spats. “He’s dead. We should’ve taken him down like a feral dog a long time ago. His time is running out.”

“I think you should find out who she is,” you lift your head to look at Steve. “It’s important. She could be important, Steve.”

“Consider it done, baby doll.”

“How did you know I’m in trouble, Bucky?” you question. Bucky drops his gaze, ashamed.

“I didn’t know,” he murmurs. “I came here to seduce you.”

“Bucky,” you softly say. “You couldn’t know.” You cup his face and make him look at you. “You saved me because you’re a damn horny dog.” Putting a brave face on, you smirk. “And I love you for being who you are.”

“How did she even get into the house?” Steve grunts. “We have more security than the goddamn white house!”

“The catering service,” you murmur. “She pretended to be one of them.“

“FUCK!” Steve slams his fist into the tile wall. “We shouldn’t have planned a party. That bastard almost got her, and our babies killed.”

"Steve, your hand!" You gasp seeing Steve's bloody knuckles. "I need to check on you."

“Well, Natasha had her chance,” Steve says while cracking his neck. “Now it’s hunting season…”

Part 21

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[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Street Rat: Chaggie - Aladdin AU

STOP! THIEF!

Vaggie: *running theough the streets of Pride with a small mob on her tail, hood drawn, and mask up* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Mobster Boss: I'm gonna sheer your clit off for stealing from me, you little cunt!

Vaggie: Oh, so I have time then! You'd have to find the fucking thing first! *scales the nearest building easily and starts running along rooftops*

Mobster Boss: Don't just fucking stand there! Get her!

Goons: *scramble to find a way up to the roof*

Vaggie: And like that, I'm in the clear- WHOA!!!! *dodges a swinging hammer aimed at her head and speeds the other direction* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Goon 1: She's over here!

Vaggie: *parkour jumps onto the next building and starts shuffling down the wall when a hand reaches out and pulls her inside* Shit!

Angel: For fuck sakes, Vags! Get in here!

Goons: *look down to the alley below* Where'd she go?! Where'd she go?!

Goon 2: Uh.... that way! *starts running the opposite direction with the rest following*

Vaggie: *exhales heavily* Thanks, Angel.

Angel: Psh! Don't thank me. Thank the girls for letting me hold you in here.

Vaggie: *eye widens and she looks around the room at all the girls in various stages of undress with a blush* Uhhh..... Hello, ladies. Um... thank you for letting Angel help me out.

Girls: *huff and go about their business*

Angel: Yeah, they're not a fan of broke ass bitches and bastards.

Vaggie: I can see that.... Oh, by the way. Here. *plops a wad of Hellbucks into Angel's hand* That should cover the rest of what I owe you.

Angel: Daaaaaaamn, Vagina. You really risked your neck for this haul, didn't you?

Vaggie: Vaggie... *shrugs* Better in the hands of those who need it instead of some greedy mob boss who just uses it as a spicy fleshlight.

Angel: *thumbs through the wad of cash with a smirk* Awwww, yeah. Gotta love musky money~ Well, thanks for the "donation"! So, what other trouble are ya getting into these days, Vagina?

Vaggie: For fuck sakes, it's Vaggie and you know it.... and that's fucking disgusting. I'm just trying to stay alive on the streets. You know that.

Angel: Well, there's a big festival going on in the middle of town today! Lots of schmucks with loose change for easy pickins if you catch my drift.~

Vaggie: ....What's the festival for?

Angel: Eh. Some prince or something coming to try and sway the Princess into marrying him. Doubt it's gonna work.

Vaggie: *scoffs with a snort* Not if those demon goats have anything to say about it.

Meanwhile:

Charlie: I am NOT meeting with Prince Seviathan!

Lucifer: *sweating* Come on, sweetie. Just talk to him a little. He traveled all the way from Envy to see you.

Charlie: *huffs and crosses her arms* How could you expect me to even consider him as a possible suitor when he's such an arrogant idiot! He's a jerk to literally everyone, Dad!

Lucifer: Oh, I'm sure he's gotten better since his early teens, baby.

*trumpets herald Seviathan's approach*

Lucifer: Just..... try to talk to him. *glances at Razzle and Dazzle* And YOU TWO be on your best behavior!

Razzle & Dazzle: *hooves tuck behind their backs as they sit up at attention* Baaa!/Baaap!

Lucifer: Good! *sighs* I'll be downstairs to greet him. *leaves*

Charlie: *arms still crossed* ......You two didn't actually agree to that, right?

Razzle & Dazzle: *hold up one hoof each that has their toes crossed*

Charlie: Good boys!

[dontbesoweirdkira]

If you don't mind yandere Vito alphabet please 🙏

A/N: This isn’t the full Alphabet but here’s a little teaser. Doing the full Alphabet in one go is difficult but if there’s a specific one you want let me know😭😭

Warnings: toxic and abusive behavior

Requests: open 24/7

Masterlist

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Every single person from the mafia Trilogy is willing to get their hands dirty. This is absolutely ridiculous to even consider.

Like if Vito killed for not only his country but for some random dude named Falcone, don’t you think he’d kill for you? His precious heart. I think he’d be more brutal than the rest tho….our soldier boy definitely knows a gnarly way to take someone out.

He refuses to do this in front of you though. He doesn’t believe a pretty lady like you should ever taint your eyes with seeing him slit that dude’s throat. That’s for him to handle downtown while you stay all cozy locked away in his apartment.

Probably will beat up a guy in front of you though but first he’d tell you to close your eyes or to go get in the car.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

I don’t think Vito wants children and all that yip yap like the Salieri men want.

Marriage is on the table tho.

Ultimately he wants to play the game a little longer so he’ll have more than enough money to take you out of Empire Bay and give you a better life. He wants a beautiful home in someplace nice quiet where there’s no chance of running into another mobster.

He’s going to give you everything that he couldn’t give to his mother before her passing. You’re going to have a beautiful life, even if you don’t actually want it with him. You have no choice. Vito hand picked you to be his companion. You should be grateful

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He definitely does get very jealous, it’s just not always easy to tell. He keeps the same resting bitch face at every occasion, so is he actually upset or is there no thought happening?

There are thoughts and it’s about which way he should dispose of the body.

I’d argue and say he gets more up in arms about you looking at someone or interacting with another man than the reverse happening. You’re attractive and he knows men look at you, doesn’t mean he’s okay with it but for you to look sends him in a spiral. Yeah it doesn’t matter that you just glanced in his general direction and you weren’t even looking at him….he’s pissed.

“Aye! What the fuck are you looking at, princess? Huh? You think he’s cute or something? Well let me tell you a cute little secret, you’ll be cleaning his blood off of my shoes tonight.”

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not exactly? He is Vito no matter what but maybe with you his heart is worn on his sleeves a little bit more? Like he grew up around a mama's boy he undeniably has a soft spot for the women he loves. You can get away with a hell of a lot.

More than most can with him. Your snarky comments and fighting doesn’t phase him. Neither does your immature and other kinds of behavior.

He still wants to spoil and take care of you the best way he possibly can. He especially loves physical contact with you. The times when you’ve yourself worn down enough to curl into his chest are his favorite times.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He’s actually incredibly patient with you. Vito is rather patient in general, well compared to how he could be. His emotions are usually kept well under wraps and he does fair with stressful situations. This was something learned from being in the military. When you have other men's lives on the line, you learn to keep it light.

There are sometimes where this patience wavers and it’s usually during the times when you’re being incredibly difficult.

Having another meltdown after trying to escape for the fourth time this week. This man is becoming increasingly more frustrated and he couldn’t help but to snap at you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Hell naw! That man don’t give a single fuck.

Why would he? He’s delusional about this entire situation, there is no rational thought happening!!!

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

The screaming and crying he expected. That’s all his sister did growing up lol. Jk.

The isolation tho,,,that would get to him. When he comes home from a long day, ideally he wants to be greeted with open arms and loving words. Not to be searching the house, only find you curled up in the closet.

This shatters his delusion for the moment and Vito absolutely hates it. Seeing you waste away in this isolation kills him. He has to literally drag you out and force you to do basic tasks. Why can’t you just love him like he loves you??? You can’t even just pretend? Why is this so hard for you?

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling?

He thinks of you like this pure little angel who could do no wrong. You’re absolutely innocent to him, even when you’re guilty.

You could spit on the mayor and he’d defend you to hell and back.

Very old fashioned in his thinking where he doesn’t believe women should do or be around certain things. He keeps his business very private, doesn’t share anything about the military unless it’s a lighthearted story, doesn’t kill or be overly violent in front of you.

He also even tries to not curse or smoke so much in front of you too but…he can’t help it.

With this said tho, Vito has limits and he will flip if you ever cross a line. He has some unspoken rules for your “relationship” and it can get rather complicated if you break them.

[steakpieisnice]

Headlines & Heartstrings

Part 2!! Sorry it took so long, I may or may not have forgotten I posted this :/// Also, just a reminder that sex work is real work, and any negativity around that is purely fictional and does not reflect my real views! Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Mentions of sex work

The Princess Victoria was a lively pub. Beautifully decorated, highly renowned food and a lovely landlord made it a popular choice with the locals. Unfortunately, it was also popular with the criminal underground of London, which was sometimes very bad for business. But Mickey paid the bills, and the rent, and that was enough to keep Bobby happy. It’s not that the customers were scared off by the pubs criminal customer base, but rather that the Princess Victoria was to be closed whenever Mickey says, at the drop of a hat.

Like it is right now.

“Feel free to talk.” Spoke the man that Coach and Eleanor were here to meet.

Raymond Smith. Consigliere to Micheal Pearson, his right hand man, known for his cunning ruthlessness, calculated manner and commitment to getting the job done. Always immaculately dressed, ever the image of a gentleman. But with that image comes an aura of danger, that prickly feeling at the back of your neck that makes everyone feel just a little bit uncomfortable.

He was attractive, Eleanor couldn’t deny that.

“I gather that you’re the consigliere of the outfit that my boys were stupid enough to fuck around with.” Coach said, addressing Raymond. “On that note, I’d like to extend my apologies on their behalf. My boys, they’re naïve, they’ve had hard lives and they’re just starting to come good, but they’re my lads, my responsibility. So it’s me that should be accountable for their actions. Now I can return your goods, but I can’t return the inconvenience, the time-“

“The headache.” Eleanor butted in, nodding solemnly.

“The fucking headache.” Coach confirmed. “And so I offer you my loyalty, my word, my time, until that debt it settled. I’ll make amends, but just leave my lads alone.”

Raymond took a deep breath in, before speaking. “First of all, I’m gonna need to know how your lads got the information about where our farm was sited, ‘cause that’s not common knowledge. Once we’ve overcome that little challenge, then we can talk. Secondly, I do not want you bringing company like that,” he said raising a finger towards Eleanor and her revealing outfit, “around here again. We, and this pub, have an image to uphold.”

“Believe me, I do not want to be dressed like a hooker any more than you want to see me like this. But unfortunately, it comes part and parcel with a little present we have for you Raymundo.” Eleanor grinned. Raymond raised his eyebrows at the cheek but stayed silent, allowing his curiosity to get the better of him.

The three of them headed outside, Eleanor tossing Coach the keys to her beat up Toyota Carolla. Coach opened up the boot to reveal Phuc squirming in the boot of the car, wrists and ankles tied with duct tape covering his mouth.

“Ta-da!” Eleanor said sarcastically as all three looked down on Phuc.

“His names Phuc, but its spelt with a Ph so its sounds like fu-uck.” Explained Coach.

Ray looked at Coach with a slack jaw. “So its Phu-uc?” he asked.

“What? Yeah yeah, something like that. Anyway, he’s the kid that gave us the skunk farm job. D’you know him?” said Coach.

“Yeah we’ve met before haven’t we Phu-uc… Phuc?” Ray said leaning in.

“That’s the one.” Coach quipped.

“Phu-uc?”

“Phu-uc.” Eleanor confirmed. Ray gestured at Coach to remove the tape off the Chinese mans mouth.

Coach muttered, “Don’t do anything stupid now son, right?”

Phuc gasped as the tape was removed, trying to inhale as much air as he could.

“How did you know the location?” Ray asked.

“I need my inhaler.” Phuc gasped.

“Yeah in a minute.” Ray continued. “I need to tell you how knew the location of our farm.” Eleanor watched, impressed at Rays cool, calm manner -  a huge difference to the way these mobsters usually tried to get information out of people. It was refreshing, she thought, and hot. She mentally scolded herself as the second thought crossed her mind, reminding herself that Raymond Smith was not the sort of man you could have those thoughts about.

“I’ve been trailing you for months. Dry Eye was given the address. I can’t breathe! I need it, please.” Phuc panted.

“All right Phuc calm the fu-uck down.” Coach said as he grabbed Phuc and pulled him out of the boot. Eleanor snorted at that little joke which earned her a disappointed look from Raymond.

Phuc stood from the boot, stumbling around before a few sharp slaps to the face from Coach calmed him down. He fell forward again, and Ray caught him and righted him. “Sort him out.” He muttered.

Coach leant down and cut the tape off of Phuc’s ankles, before checking in him.

“You alright? Come on, where’s your inhaler?” Coach asked. “Look at me.” Another sharp slap to the face. “Where’s your inhaler?”

“There.” Phuc answered, looking down at his right jacket pocket.

“Right, here, take a blim.” Phuc took a deep breath on the inhaler, before pushing through Ray and Coach and making a break for it. He ran around the corner of the Princess Victoria, Ray, Coach and Eleanor following close after, Eleanor chasing as well as she should given the too tall heels strapped to her feet. Phuc jumped a wall, which, very unfortunately, was actually a bridge over train tracks. He fell to the floor, straight in front of an incoming train. Eleanor, Coach and Ray all leaned over the bridge as the train hit him.

And that was the end of poor Phuc.

Eleanor broke the stunned silence with a shake of the head, “They always do something stupid.”

“Yeah they do.” Ray agreed. “Right, shall we talk business?”

Coach and Eleanor followed Ray back towards the Princess Victoria – with Eleanor stopping to collect a duffel bag from her car, and locking the boot as she left. This was London after all.

“Bunny,” Ray spoke addressing the tall, quiet man that had been stood at the door, “There’s a little mess on the train tracks that you and Dave could do with sorting. I’ll give you the number for Network Rail and the Cleaners.”

Bunny nodded a “Yes Boss.” before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a phone.

Ray stopped Eleanor as she walked into the pub.

“I’m assuming you have a change of clothes.” He spoke lowly.

Eleanor gestured to the duffel bag on her shoulder, “Give me five minutes and a bathroom.” She smiled.

“Past the bar, first door on your left.” Ray said with a glance down at his watch.

“Coach, pint of Madri and a pack of salt and vinegar Walkers please.” She said with a wink, heading off towards the bathrooms.

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Ray had to admit, when he had taken the meeting with the people who had stolen his boss’ bush, he was expecting it to get messy. He was expecting some young dumb boys, too proud to admit they did wrong, and too stubborn to come to any sort of agreement. He was expecting having to use a bit more persuasion, the violent kind.

What he wasn’t expecting was a small Irish man dressed head to toe in a plaid tracksuit and a hooker. He was not expecting them to practically beg him to not interfere with the dumb boys (he was right about one thing he supposes, it’s always dumb boys who do stuff like this). He was not expecting them to have bought the source of the leak, Phuc, directly to him. He was also not expecting Phuc to jump onto an active rail line and die, but that was somehow the least surprising thing to happen. It was bound to get a little bit messy after all.

What he certainly wasn’t expecting was to be drawn to the hooker who accompanied Coach. He wasn’t expecting to notice the way she limped slightly after rolling her ankle in those heels that were far to tall, proving that she was not in fact a real hooker. Why she was dressed like one Ray has no idea, but he supposes the answer to that question will come with time. He wasn’t expecting to be drawn to her quick wit and casual charm. He wasn’t expecting to come out of this meeting wanting to know everything about a woman whom he’d met for 10 minutes.

He certainly wasn’t expecting her to look that good when she left the bathroom. Gone was the over the top hair and makeup, gone was the top that barely covered her tits and the skirt that barely covered her arse. Gone were the too tall heels.

In it’s place was a simple, yet elegant makeup look and sleek pony tail. She wore a one shouldered black dress, with some heeled boots (in a heel height she could actually walk in) and she looked gorgeous. Unbelievably gorgeous.

Ray checked his watch, four and half minutes. Impressive.

[rangerzath]

It's been awhile since I talked about the manga I read. I think my last post was right before Alan Wake 2 came out last year. That game combined with my love of Control and pulled me into a never-ending threshold of creativity.

These are all the manga I've read since last year. There were several titles that surprised me with how much I enjoyed them!

Titles I Really Enjoyed:

Moriarty the Patriot - This is my favorite manga. I love it so much and this story is just awesome. I wish these volumes would come out faster though. Waiting is agony. The good news is the second part of the series is continuing in December this year so maybe we'll see new volumes come out faster?? I hope this series is selling well enough. If you want a GOOD mystery and are interested in reading about complex characters PLEASE pick up this series! You won't regret it! I also have a review video that you can watch here to try to convince you further.

After We Gazed at the Starry Sky - This BL was adorable and I need to get the second volume. The story is about a photographer and a disabled graphic designer who is a big fan of the photographer. It really had some beautiful scenes, and it's filled with heartwarming fluff.

Mobsters in Love - While this series only has three volumes, I can tell I will enjoy this! Old man mob boss and his tough younger underlining that is pining for him? YES PLEASE. Can't wait for volume 2!

A Condition Called Love - This was really good and cute! Hotaru is such a nice girl and really there are some amazing lines that people should read in this first volume. I want to read more!

I Think Our Son Is Gay - This is the last volume of this series and I think it wrapped up very nicely. While the mother suspects her son is gay, she never pressures him to come out. It was nice reading about a sportive parental figure in a manga for once!

My Boy - Wow what a story! I don't even know where to begin but do NOT take the title at face value because it is NOT what you think it is. This story showcases the complexity of characters and how when you are trying to do the right thing it's not always seen that way by others. The story handled some pretty serious themes with care so don't be afraid to check this series out.

Island in a Puddle - I've been wanting to read more of Kei Sanbe's work since reading Erased. This story is a complex body-swap mystery! I've enjoyed the first two volumes and will be reading the rest of the series soon!

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You A Wizard?! - This series is so much better than its title. And Tsuge and Manato's story is progressing! Saying anything more would be a spoiler.

The Princess of Convenient Plot Devices - This one genuinely surprised me for how much I enjoyed it. I actually got the rest of the volumes digitally so I could read more immediately. While the Isekai gal falling into a game/book is very old hat at this point, I thought the story of this was actually good and interesting. The main character also seems to be putting a little more thought into everything than what I've seen in other series. I'll be reading more of this.

Titles I'm thinking about dropping:

Jujutsu Kaisen - It's been awhile since I read this series, but it almost seemed as though the story became convoluted and the pacing was all over the place. I won't be rushing out any time soon for the latest volumes. I may drop it all together, I wasn't really enjoying it.

10 Dance - While the art work is stunning and the dancing details are interesting, the story is making me a bit irritated explaining why would be a spoiler. There are some choices happening that I do not particularly agree with. I'm not sure if I will buy the next one anytime soon.

Titles I'm Dropping:

Manner of Death - This had potential to be so good from the summary but it was anything but the murder mystery BL I wanted it to be.

The Dragon Knight's Beloved - I guess I should have known from the cover art, but the story was all over the place. The concept was fine but the story telling wasn't coming across. I think its probably because it's a light novel adaptation? I've been noticing that issue lately on the few adaptations I've picked up.

My Special One - This had me in the first half but that ending of the first volume has me dropping it.

Beauty and the Feast - I should have known better again...It's a bit ecchi...I don't know why I picked this up. Probably because I was hoping for a little more wholesome content.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of Four]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

Wow. Really, just wow.

Kage really went and fell for his mark, huh? Turned the vanilla, never gonna find love again woman into a woman who craved every dark tendency he showed her.

I loved the suspense and mystery of it all. And let’s not forget the humor. Gotta love Sloane and her worry for her best friend’s love life.

This book really kept me on the edge of my seat, wondering and waiting for the other shoe to drop. And boy did it drop. It kind of broke my heart a little too. I loved that Natalie got her answers and came to terms with her love for Kage. I really hope these two pop up in the other books. I need to know how Natalie takes to ruling by Kage’s side.

Now enjoy my rambling thoughts…

* That breakup 😂 How’s the dude gonna be pissed when he’s the one breaking up with her? Insecure much? 😂

* I want the hot pirate with big dick energy. Sounds hot lmao

* “Sorry, Princess. If you’re looking for a knight in shining armor, you’re looking in the wrong fucking place.” — well, now I’m interested.

* Kage doesn’t like to break beautiful things? Wtf was he sent to do to Natalie?!

* Scary Kage just saw Natalie in her wedding dress and said it doesn’t suit her 🤦🏻‍♀️ That she’s beautiful but it has nothing to do with the dress. My fucking heart can’t handle this man rn.

* “I need to kiss you.” // “No.” // “Then come sit on my lap and let me finger fuck you while I feed you dinner.” — HOLY SHIT 🥵😂

* Sheriff Douche wants a second chance and was manhandling Natalie? Oh hell no. Thank god for Kage.

* Holy shit. He was sent to kill her?!

* Natalie has some amazing self control. How did she not fuck him on that table?!?!

* Jesus… this man is intense.

* Holy hell this man can kiss lol. How is she not taking him to bed asap?!

* “I’ll have to make you fall in love with me before I tell you all my darkest secrets.” // “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” // “So you won’t leave me… even though you’ll want to.” — fuckkkkk.

* Second in command to the Russian mafia. Surprisingly, I’m not turned off lmao. He said he was not a good man 🤷🏻‍♀️

* Her orgasmic bliss would be ruined by gunfire. What a bunch of cock blocks.

* After everything she had him take her to bed. So much for going on two dates before giving it up 😂

* Jesus. He fucked the shit out of her. And she still doesn’t know he was sent to kill her. The angst is gonna be angsting. And if her missing fiancé pops up, I’m gonna be pissed.

* And now Kage has found the sex toy drawer. I can’t 😂

* I love that Natalie is going through a rebirth and it’s dark… 😏

* Holy shit… so the fiancé was killed? At least that’s how Kage made it seem. I hope so.

* “My life doesn’t belong to me, do you understand? I made a vow. I took an oath and sealed it with blood. The Bratva is my family. The Brotherhood is my life. And there’s no way out of it. Blood in, no out. Not ever. Not even for love.” — and now my heart is broken.

* Oh shit. His boss is in charge of who he married and it’ll never be Natalie because he was supposed to kill her 😬 This whole relationship is a clusterfuck.

* Yikes. Someone’s stalking Natalie and she thinks it’s her ex… but girl! You’re dating a Russian mobster. It’s definitely one of his enemies.

* I FUCKING CALLED IT! And now Kage’s boss knows Kage disobeyed him, and he put a hit out on both Natalie and Kage, and FUCKKKKK!

* Oh goddammit. The dead fiancé isn’t as dead as we all thought and his name isn’t even David! Wtf.

* Holy fuck. She went after the missing fiancé..? Kage is gonna go ballistic because she left him and isn’t answering his calls or texts.

* They made up. Oh thank god.

* Kage is the boss man now. Hot damn.

* She wants his babies and he wants her to marry him. Oh my god!!!!

* Lmfao. Of course Sloane would be kidnapped. She’s gonna fall for her kidnapper, isn’t she? 😂

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC Review: Brutal Prince by Sophie Lark

3.75/5. Re-releases 7/25/2023.

For when you're vibing with... a softer mafia romance, modern arranged marriage shenanigans, rebellious heroines + stern heroes, and some mild dubcon (like, so mild).

When Aida Gallo causes a clash between her father's Sicilian mafia family and prominent Irish mobsters the Griffins, there's only one solution. Aida will be wed to Callum, the heir apparent to the Griffin throne. Naturally, they can't stand each other, and the marriage begins with a series of oneupmanship (along, lots of sex). But as danger mounts, Aida and Callum will be forced to realize how much they might care for each other.

A fun mafia romance! It was a little rushed for my taste, but I enjoyed it and definitely plan on trying out more from this series.

Quick Takes:

--In terms of this being a mafia romance, I say this in a good way: I'd consider this a good "baby's first mafia romance" for a reader who prefers lighter, romcom-type books. There are a good amount of non-lethal hijinks, the mafia politicking is minimal, there is very little or no true gore, and while I would call a couple of sex scenes dubcon-ish, it's light. Like, everyone is into what's happening. Compared to Kings of Italy, which I found easy to read but a good bit darker/more dramatic, this is a gentler kind of mafia romance. Which isn't a bad thing!

Conversely, if you are really into a super built up mafia world and atmosphere in your mafia romance, plus a lot of serious loathing and murder and maybe some very dubious consent... This might swing too gentle for you. I personally appreciate there being options for both sides of the spectrum, so I didn't mind this being lighter, as I figured it would be going in.

--As far as the enemies to lovers set up goes... Yes, they are true blue enemies in that their families are on the opposite sides of a mob rivalry. On a personal level, they're really just into needling each other. She's a brat, he's a lot more into that than he realizes. There is one incident where someone ends up in the hospital, but it's very unintentional. If you need these two to stab each other to be satisfied, you won't get that, but if you're tired of "rival bakers" type enemies to lovers, this is definitely a step up.

--There are illustrations in this edition! I do appreciate a good porny illustration (I honestly could've used a lot more of THAT type than the random ones of Aida like, on the piano). I will say that I am not certain the illustrations render themselves as well as they could in Kindle Paperwhite, especially in terms of the saturation.

--One thing I will say is that like... I don't know. I think that there was definitely a point when a character like Aida would normally get on my nerves. And I wasn't in love with her in this book; she's not a favorite heroine of mine. She's very rebellious for the sake of being rebellious. But I didn't hate her, and I think that a lot of that came from her having consequences for her actions. The entire plot comes about because she's immature, and she has to pay for it. I felt like she grew and settled as the book went on. And because Callum was very cool to her at first, it did feel as if he needed a bit of brat to really make him live.

That said, she did feel very stereotypical hotblooded Italian-American girl at times; less mafia princess, more My Cousin Vinny... Which isn't inherently a bad thing, but it was a rougher look on her brothers, who I would assume get books later? Interested to see how that turns out. Callum was more legitimately intimidating-sounding because he was a guy in a suit with a lot of money and rising political influence, who knew how to wheel and deal and behave in public (which made his outbursts over Aida more striking, as well). Aida's brothers kind of sounded like... West Side Story side acts, but today.

--While I appreciated the quick pace of the plot, I did feel like we needed more scenes through which Aida and Callum emotionally bonded. It felt like we went from the liking each other and having great sex to being legitimately in love rather quickly, and I just didn't really see it. I think we kind of needed a mini breakup in between the true forging of a bond and the end. Something to make it feel more like they came back together and chose each other.

The Sex Stuff:

I've gotta say... the book shines here. The sex scenes are great, and I think their intensity tempers the lightness of the book? A couple of the scenes have a very mild dubcon vibe, which to me added to their heightened nature and the feeling that these two seriously disliked each other. Plus, I really appreciated that they began having sex fairly early in the book, well before they actually like each other at all. Look no further if you want a book with hate sex.

I wasn't blown away by this one, but I did enjoy it, and I found it worth the read. Like I said, it got me interested in the rest of the series (the second book definitely sounds up my alley) and that's half the battle.

Thanks to Netgalley and Bloom Books for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

[phoenix-of-jade]

Xuan was indeed a very confident and cocky guy. That was going to always be a part of who he was no matter what and maybe that added somewhat to his charismatic charm. It was rare to see someone who was soo sure of himself no matter the context or circumstances and it only made you wonder what was his life like to have him shaped this way... A man who wasn't afraid of anything, not even of death itself. Heaving another moan as he kept pumping in and out of him, Xuan smirked again and pulled the incubus closer to him, closing in any gap that might've been left between their bodies, a he wanted to feel the entirety of his body. He actually liked Teru's contrasting personality to his fierce look, it made him unique and interesting, precisely something he liked the most in someone. Plus, his ass fit him like a perfect glove, as if they were a keyhole and its matching key, so that added yet another point on the growing list of reasons that kept convincing the raven haired more and more about the fact that destiny had finally brought him together with his match.

"Well, even if they'd try to sweep me away from you, I can guarantee you their attempt would be in vain. Nothing could make me take my eyes off of you or want anyone else beside you, princess!~" Bringing one hand back to Teru's face, he brushed his cheek and then his soft plump lips with his thumb. "Dunno what you did, but you got me damn good under your love spell! Even if you'd want, you wouldn't be able to get rid of me anymore. Not that I'd think for a second you'd want to leave your Master when you are such a devoted little pup!~" Another satisfied moan followed by a content sigh. "I love me a possessive lover, so go ahead baby, mark me as yours too. You've earned this right!~" The man then tilts his head back slightly to allow the incubus full access to the untainted skin of his neck. Xuan then continued basking in the sweet mantra of his title coming out of Teru's mouth with each and every new thrust, each deeper than the other, hitting the younger's prostate like a bull's eye.

The expressions of lust and desire reflecting the incubus's demonic traits were indeed a one of a kind sight, fascinating the mobster even further the more he admired his partner. It only made him want to see it more, to make the younger lose his mind completely with ecstasy and passion for him and to feed his inner hunger. Oh yeah, Xuan was going to make sure he was going to keep Teru well fed, so that he wouldn't ever have to go and get his devilish sustenance from any other man ever again. "And I love everything about you, princess! The way you moan, the way you move, the way you scream my name! Fuck, where have you been all my life?~" He chuckles and pulls the other into another passionate kiss, making sure he got the most pleasure from this wild ride. "I'll be your everything and you be my everything, it's a promise..." Xuan murmured against his lips for a brief moment, before returning to taking over Teru's mouth with his enthused tongue.

Xuan sure knew how to be both dirty and the most romantic of gentlemen, that was another quality of his, so the man was delight by the fact that the incubus could appreciate how passionate he could be. And once again, Teru proved to him how sensitive he was by already being very close to his second orgasm for the night. "Damn baby, you are soo beautiful when you are about to cum!~ Makes me want to fuck you until I drain you out!~" Xuan speeds up the pace to help him get closer and closer to the orgasm. "Come for me!~ Make your Master proud!~" [@anemia-rp]

Continued from here [X]

Xuan wasn't the type to be easily intimidated or frightened by anyone. In fact, seeing how people tried their very best at inducing fear into those they thought as weak and submissive, kind of amused him. It just showed how weak the human character could actually be at times, since more often than not the very same people who sought to impose their strength and power over others through sheer brute force were, in fact, just some scarred little souls hidden underneath shallow husks.

That's why when Teru attacked him, pinning him to the wall, Xuan didn't sketch the slightest of reactions. He could see right through this feisty man's front and he could tell from the very first glance he threw at him that night that Teru was the submissive type, someone who will appear as stubborn and tough, but will kneel and crumble easily under his boot. Their positions of power were soon going to switch drastically, it was just a matter of time and Xuan didn't feel like rushing this little 'game' of cat and mouse he'd set for himself, at least for a while.

With a slight snort, the raven haired gave the younger another defiant look, before speaking in the calmest of tones, sure of the fact this will piss him off even further. "I think the only wasted one here is you, since you're literally chasing after someone who made a fool out of you in front of your entire group. Shouldn't you be trying to save face and find some drunken idiot to smash on the pool table instead? Or could it be that you actually have a degradation kink and all that humiliation actually turned you on?" Another jeering grin. "Sorry, but I don't mingle with pathetic little hoes. You'll have to do much better than this to impress me."

As an emphasis on how 'unimpressed' he was, Xuan then feigned a yawn and leant back against the wall, feeling the pressure applied by the other's arm onto his chest tighten. "Bold of you to assume I wouldn't be able to handle you, princess! Also, I am curious as to what do you mean by my kind? Do you, perhaps, dare compare me to those lousy fucks inside the bar, who spend their days pimping bitches and ordering idiots around to do their biddings, while they sip on cheap wine and sit all day with a cane stuck up their asses?" Raising an eyebrow, Xuan then tilted his head to the side. "I'm sorry, but in this case, your assumption is wrong. I might be of the refined kind, but trust me, unlike those idiots who try pretending they are something they are not, I actually live up to my status as leader of my organization."

In just a split second, without much of a struggle, the man then used his foot to kick the succubu's legs in one swift motion before he'd even be able to react, just enough that he could make the man lose his balance, before freeing himself and applying three more sturdy hits with his hand and elbow to Teru's side, back and neck, only to finish by grabbing the younger's hand and painfully twisting it to his back, pushing him face first into the wall. The green eyed bastard was soo quick that there was barely even time for an outsider to register when and what happened. "Who's all lame now, hmm?" Back to his conceited cocky tone, Xuan then leant against him to whisper in the younger's ear. "Here's a pro tip: never judge a book by its cover. Your little show of bravery was fun to watch, but unfortunately, you still have room for lots of improvement."

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[buck-star]

I got your tag for drabble prompts...

What about Nick Fowler and something that has gone wrong?

could be a big thing or a little thing, wrong on purpose or wrong with some meddling, soft/soft dark/dark, smutty or not smutty... I just want mischief and Nick, if you're at all inspired.

Mobsters Princess

You’re giving the best hugs, but you also know the right words to assure Bucky the way he needs when he doesn’t see himself as the precious man he is.

Pairing: SoftDark (Ex-)Boss!Mob!Nick Fowler x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 937 Words

Warnings/Tags: soft dark, manipulation, mention of threatening (not toward Reader), kind of love confession, bit fluff

Authors Note: Thank you for the request. Hope you enjoy it. It wasn't planned as fluffy, but somehow Nick wanted to confess his love, hehe. Dividers made by me.

Masterlist | Nick Fowler Masterlist

With an annoyed huff and angry expression, you slam the door of the office shut. You stomp through the hallway, glaring at everyone who dares to look your way before you finally leave the building of that dick.

You take a deep breath, the cool air feeling good in your lungs, especially after half an hour in that smoky office for literally nothing but a “sorry, we don’t look for a new employee.”

Of course, they don’t — they just publish their offer for a job everywhere to tell you they don’t really offer one.

And maybe it’s not what makes you angry, but the man who’s behind all that shit. Your former boss, Nick Fowler. Since you quit the job and tried to find a new one, every company offered you one until you were there for the interview, where they suddenly changed their mind.

“Mhm, was it not a job you liked, dragă?” The familiar voice of your ex-boss comes from next to you. You roll your eyes, turning to face him. “Smoky office, that’s what you considered. A smoky office over the fancy one you had?”

“What I had… what I had was a fucking lie, Fowler,” you growl. It wasn’t all a lie; that he works for the CSI underground systems wasn’t a lie at all. It’s just the fact that underground doesn’t mean anything legal when it comes to Nick.

“You’re still mad at me, dragă?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, and leans back against his car. Nick smirks at you, tilting his head slightly. “Tu îmi aparții. TU. ÎMI. APARȚII! Înțelegi asta, iubirea mea?”

“I don’t belong to you, so get that out of your head,” you growl low in your throat. Nick chuckles, taking a step closer to you. He reaches out, his big hands settling down on your hips and pulling you flush against his muscular chest.

“You still remember what it means.” He says with an amused expression on his face. Nick lowers his head to your ear, his breath warm and tickling against your soft skin. “You know, because you love it. You love being mine, dragă mea.”

You push away, your knees buckling, and you take a shaky breath to calm your nerves down. He knows damn well what he’s doing, and he loves it — the goosebumps as well as the butterflies in your stomach he’s causing.

“It’s not. I know it to remember that I punch every guy who says that,” you growl, glaring at him. You shake your head slightly before you look back into his ocean blue eyes. “What do you offer them that they don’t want me as an employee? Are you telling them I’m bad at my job?”

Nick laughs, leaning back against his car. “I don’t offer anything,” he explains, causing you to huff. Of course, Nick Fowler doesn’t offer anything to anyone; he’s a rich idiot and selfish too. “I dare them to do it if they want their companies to be burned to the ground… I mean not literally, but anyway.”

“You’re such a dick. Threatening people doesn't help you. You think you scare them? You might do that,” you growl, taking a deep breath before taking a step closer to him. You lift your hand to poke one of your fingers into his muscular chest. “I will find a job anyway, Nick.”

“Such a feisty one. That’s what I always liked about you; glad it didn’t change,” he chuckles, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. Within a moment he turns the two of you around and forces you with your back against his car.

Nick's free hand settles down on your waist. He pushes you against the car with his body, grinning at you.

“Now you’re all quiet, dragă mea?” He whispers, leaning down. His lips are only inches away from you. “Get in the car; you have a job. And you even got a promotion. Your office will be the one you know as mine. And your seat will be in my lap, or between my legs.”

“You wish—” Nick interrupts you when he presses his plump lips on yours. The kiss is soft, but he still shows who’s the dominant one, his tongue sliding into your mouth and devouring your sweet taste.

“No more discussing. Tu îmi aparții, dragă mea,” he grumbles. Your legs feel wobbly, and you grip his shirt tightly, making the smirk on his lips go wider. Nick's blue eyes glisten, and he chuckles low in his throat. “Now, get in the car, and we are going home.”

Home — your home. The house that belongs to Nick. The house he would renovate and put everything you want into so you will feel as at home in it as he feels around you.

“I love you. I’m sorry. But I can’t let you go, dragă. I might be ruthless and cold, but not with you. You're the only one that keeps me warm and loved, and you know that, don’t you?” He asks softly, waiting for you to nod, and for whatever reason, you nod.

You know that deep down he’s right, and deep down there are feelings for him too. He’s just so handsome and sweet — around you. And he has amazing tits and a biteable ass.

“Prepare your— my pussy to be destroyed. And don’t act all surprised; you think I didn’t read the books you read. Oh, I do.” Even if it's just so he knows what you like, what makes your pussy throb, and how he can get you all for himself, to have you as his mob princess.

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[tinylilacbun]

Mob!daddy!Thor with a shy!little one, just holding onto any part of him in public and getting whiny when you can’t hold onto him, just wanting your dada. Just being a shy needy baby 💌

Your fanfics abt him have made me a Thor fan 🫢

Always Touching

Pairing: mob!daddy!Thor x shy!little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff, soft!Thor, clingy!reader?

A/n: it's my duty to make more people love Thor the way I do 😌 mob!daddy!Thor is literally the best thing I've ever started writing 🥴

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"And who's that sweetheart behind you?" asked Wanda, trying to peek behind Thor to see you.

"That's my little one. Can you say hi princess?" Thor tried to make you stand before him but you instead hid more behind him, feeling intimidated by the mobster Witch, knowing what she's capable of.

You were glad you had your daddy to protect you, he is so strong! And he promised you he would never let something happen to you and will always be there when you need him.

"Hi..." you said in a meek voice.

Wanda coos at your cuteness, now missing being with her boys right now, she can't wait to go back home again.

"Your little is adorable, Odinson," she said and both went on with business, you decided to play with Thor's hand in the meantime.

°

You were shy since you were a child and that never changed, you can't help it, and Thor always assured you that it's okay.

You are really depending on your daddy and couldn't stay away from him for too long or you would start to get moody and cry out for him.

Thor doesn't mind how clingy you are and how you always wanted to be in his presence. He would often carry you around and let you sit on his lap while he has a meeting.

The some-more scary things will be taken care of while you were asleep, he doesn't want his little one to be afraid of him, he couldn't bear the thought.

When you were outside shopping you are always holding one of his hands or onto his arm, scared you will get lost.

"You want to look around? You can pick whatever you want, love" he said when you entered a clothing store.

"Come with me, please?" you asked with the good old puppy eyes Thor isn't able to say no to, he would do anything for you.

°

But sometimes he has to leave you alone for a few minutes if it's really necessary, and that makes you cranky instantly. He can't even try and sneak out because you would ask him where he is going.

"No! Daddy no go. Want cuddles!" you whined from your spot on the fluffy carpet, arms high up for him.

He sighed and went to pick you up, twirling you around to hear you giggle and distract you from what he was about to do.

"It's really important, princess. You know I wouldn't leave if there was a other way."

You pout but nodded your head, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. Thor put you back down on the ground and at that moment walked Valkyrie inside, your babysitter and bodyguard.

"I won't be gone long. Please make sure she eats something before I come back and don't leave her side" Thor tells her while grabbing his phone and keys.

"I know how this works. Go and do your job, she's safe with me." Valkyrie waved him off and ruffled a hand through your hair.

°

Half an hour later Thor arrived back home and could hear your cute giggles through the mansion and followed them to the bathroom where Valkyrie was brushing your hair while you were brushing your teeth. You were also in your jammies and ready to go to bed.

"Dada! You back!" you mumbled with your mouth full of toothpaste.

He walked over to you and took Valkyrie's place behind you, taking the brush from her.

"I'll take over now. Thank you, Val. You can take the evening off." Thor told her and she nod, giving you a little wave before leaving.

You finished your routine with your daddy and let him carry you around, not wanting to let him go again.

"Daddy, can we cuddle now?" you asked rubbing your tired eyes, your head already resting on his shoulder.

"Of course, little one. We're gonna snuggle the whole night, promise" he whispered and laid you down on your shared bed before joining in next to you.

He handed you your favorite stuffie and popped in your pacifier as well. Next, he pulled you closer to his side and draped a blanket mostly only over you.

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[holylulusworld]

Your big grump

Summary: He's your grump now.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: banter, language, very light smut, romance, falling in love, snowed in, enemies to lovers, fluff

Part 2

His lips move against yours, a weak attempt to silence your moans. It’s no use. You waited too long to get him in your bed…or rather on the couch at Steve’s cabin.

Bucky and you didn’t make it to the bedroom. “Fuck, doll. You feel too good,” the moment Bucky makes the mistake of moaning your name, you are done for.

“Bucky…bear…baby…” you grab his ass with both hands, returning the favor. You moan his name, stealing the little chance he had to last longer. “Come for me. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

“Y/N, don’t do this to me.” He rests his forehead against yours, breathing in your face as you run your hands up and down his back. “I wanted to last longer.”

You grin. It’s the first time since you met Bucky that he looks unsure. “Aw, you are so cute when just came.”

“You’re a brat,” he captures your lips in a messy kiss. “Good thing Steve is not around to keep you safe.” Bucky chuckles darkly.

“I thought I got you to keep me safe from now on,” you coo. “I mean. You just stole my innocence and all.”

“You weren’t innocent at all, doll. If I recall right, you were the one dragging me on top of you to split your sweet pussy open.”

“Debatable, Sir. I only remember a certain man pushing me onto the couch and having his way with me. I couldn’t do anything to keep you from taking what you want.”

“I didn’t know you could cook,” you watch Bucky flip another pancake. He insisted on making you breakfast and now, he tries his best to not burn the pancakes. “You look good in that apron.”

“You forced me to wear it,” he grumbles.

“I only tried to protect your sexy body and the shirt. It would be a shame if you’d ruin it with food. It’s my job to ruin all of your clothes.”

“That’s my line,” he points the spatula at you. “I ripped your shirt open. Remember? You were impressed by my strength.”

“I was angry because it was one of my favorite shirts, Bucky. You said that you’ll buy me a new one. Remember?”

He smirks. “How do you like it?”

“Rough, dangerous, and with a hint of sweetness,” you purr.

“I meant your coffee,” Bucky huffs. “You’re a naughty girl, Y/N. I need to keep a close eye on you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I was talking about the coffee too,” you grin. “Now, make me breakfast, Mr. Barnes. I’m hungry because you wore me out.”

“Breakfast à la Bucky is on its way.” He turns around to pour you a cup of coffee. Giving you the chance to admire his back and ass. “Doll, staring is impolite.”

“I didn’t do a thing…”

“Steve, man. You finally made it out here,” Bucky tries to hide his disappointment. For over a week you had the romantic cabin to yourself. Well, you spend most of the time in bed…or on the couch with…cuddling and sex. But it was the best week of his life.

“I see you didn’t kill each other yet,” Steve grins. He looks his friend up and down, immediately discovering the hickeys on Bucky’s neck. “How was your time with Y/N?”

“Uh-we found a way to get along,” the brunette lies. Or it’s not a lie. You finally found a way to get along. Very well…

“I can see that.” Watching you hide behind Bucky’, Steve smirks. “How are you, Y/N? Did Bucky annoy you again? I bet he was a big grump.”

“No. He was actually nice. Bucky made me breakfast and kept me warm,” you clear your throat. “I meant he took care of the fireplace.”

“Buck, a word,” Steve jerks his head toward the kitchen. “I want to talk to you in private.”

You bite your lower lip, chewing on it. What if you got it all wrong and Steve is mad at Bucky now? What if he hurts him?

“So…” Steve sizes his friend up. “Did you treat her like a princess?” He quirks a brow. “I hope you asked her on a date before you got bold.”

“What? I—” Bucky huffs. “She almost pounced on me. I had no other choice but to give in and become her boyfriend.”

Steve struggles to keep a straight face.

“Son,” he says while placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “What are your intentions? You know I’m very protective over Y/N. She’s like a sister to me.”

“I will ask her out as soon as we can leave the cabin. And there will be a lot of romance, and dates and stuff. I’ll buy her flowers too.”

“Good.” Steve nods thoughtfully. “That’s good.” He tilts his head to watch you sneak inside the kitchen. “I think a spring wedding will be perfect…”

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Oh goodie..

I was wondering like if there is a situation when Lloyd has been away for few days..not so willingly..couldn’t leave his wifey..but has to go..wifey has to practically push him out of house..

And meanwhile back home she falls a bit sick..so she avoids video call with him ..only audio calls becoz she doesn’t wants to worry him and makes an excuse that her phone is not working properly..

But hey Lloyd hansen is a smart man..he gets to know..come on you can’t lie to Lloyd Hansen 😎

What follows after.?.

#the mobster’s wife

#lloyd hansen

#plus size reader

Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size Reader

latest chapter: The Mobster’s Wife (2)

warnings: fluff, being sick, fever, cold, sneezing, sniffling, mentions of medicine. A little angsty (but not really) soft!Lloyd.

a/n: Loved the concept, and this was supposed to be short lol but I couldn’t control. Hope you like it.

Your dear husband was supposed to go out of town for his business. He tried to get out it in every way possible, some of which involved harsh language and minor threats which he didn’t like to use in front of you hence those calls took place in his office room. Still no use.

That was an important deal and it could have been risky if the head, that is Lloyd Hansen wasn’t present. And you understood that very well which was why you told, requested, pleaded, almost forced Lloyd to go.

“Fine. I’ll go.” Lloyd let out, after a heavy sigh and it was followed by a pout. His pouts and adorable facial expressions worked on you most of the time but you clearly understood the importance of the task that was at hand, and honestly so did Lloyd, even then, he didn’t want to leave you alone, he didn’t want to go.

“Good.” You kissed his cheek which made it very difficult for Lloyd to hold the smile that tried to slip up on his face. No your husband was determined to put on a dramatic and slightly hurt expression. That made you smile and gave him a kiss on the lips which finally made Lloyd break character and he smiled.

“I’ll miss you wifey.”

“I’ll miss you too hubby. It’s just three days, it’ll pass pretty quickly don’t worry.”

“Three Days!! 72 hours, that’s pretty long.”

“Oh my dramatic husband.” You chuckled.

Lloyd wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you princess.”

“I love you too Lloyd.”

After Lloyd left, you decided to spend the afternoon by relaxing and ended up taking a nap. When you woke up, it was raining.

Suddenly you wanted to go out in the rain. So you did. It had been a long time and it was so fun. You went to the terrace. The raindrops felt cold yet so refreshing against your skin. You giggled but also missed Lloyd very much.

Different scenarios played in your mind about what the two of you might have done in the rain. Some were very romantic like dancing in the rain, and others made you feel warm and shy.

A big sneeze interrupted your thoughts. You immediately went inside.

It was just a sneeze right? Nothing major, you thought to yourself.

Well you were wrong. By evening you came down with a cold.

Meanwhile Lloyd was done with his work for the day and decided to call you.

You were sneezing and sniffling, sitting on the bed with boxes of tissues, and made yourself a cup of tea. When your phone started ringing, you saw your husband’s nam. He was attempting a video call.

If Lloyd found out you got sick, he would definitely come back home, and probably even blame himself for leaning you alone.

You let the phone ring until it stopped and then immediately called him back but it was a voice call.

“Hey baby, you okay? why didn’t you pick up?”

“Hi, sorry I just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. And I um, I was changing and that’s why I didn’t pick up the video call.” Lloyd’s mind straight went to how you might be looking at that moment, where you in a towel, in your night dress or perhaps… Lloyd shook his head trying to stop his thoughts and focused on talking.

“How are you doing wifey? Missing me?” A sneeze was about to ruin your act, you somehow controlled it.

“Baby? You there?” Lloyd asked when he didn’t receive a reply. You were too busy suppressing the sneeze.

“Sorry yeah I’m h-here. Missing you so much.”

“Miss you more. But wifey, you know your voice sounds different everything alright?”

“Hey I’ll go eat something, talk to you later okay?” You hung up.

Lloyd was taken aback for a moment. Why did you hang up so quick? Didn’t even say “I love you”. Also why did your voice sound different? Were you hiding something?

It made you sad to hang up on Lloyd but you didn’t want him to worry too much. It’s just a cold. You’ll take a medicine and you’ll be fine.

Next day Lloyd tried to video call again. You realised if you don’t pick up he may understand something was wrong. So you picked up while preparing answers to some expected questions.

“Hey wifey h- wait what happened? are you sick?” Your face looked tired, you couldn’t sleep properly last night and you were sniffling.

“No no hubby, I was just seeing a sad movie and crying. And now I’m sniffling.”

Lloyd nodded but somehow he wasn’t fully convinced. Lloyd Hansen was a smart and attentive man, but his senses heightened even more when it came to you.

“What movie is it?” And just like that you could see your act slipping.

“Um, The Lion King. Yeah, always makes me cry.” You said in between sniffles and a sneeze.

“Alright I have some things to attend. Just wanted to make sure you’re alright. After last night’s call something felt off. I guess I was just overthinking.” Lloyd admitted, more to himself than to you.

“I’m alright my love. Take care. I love you.” You smiled. Lloyd’s face showed that he was genuinely worried. Made you feel sad, but you also realised how much he truly cared for you.

“Love you too, wifey.” You both hung up.

You didn’t feel like eating anything or moving from the bed. Your head started aching and you curled up in a ball. Maybe you should have told Lloyd- No no, you could manage on your own.

Lloyd’s gut feeling told him it wasn’t the movie that caused your sniffles. Luckily he managed to complete everything he needed to in less than two days so he could quickly go back home to you.

The whole day you kept lying on the bed, turning and tossing, you touched your forehead and it was warm. You dragged yourself up and had a medicine before plopping down on the bed again. You wrapped a blanket when you felt too cold then again pushed it away when you started feeling hot.

It continued for sometime. You were too tired and sleep deprived to hear the noises downstairs. As Lloyd was making his way up the stairs, loud sneezes and coughs from the bedroom made him speed up.

“Wifey?” The door opened with a bang and made up jump. You sat up and looked at your husband.

“What are-“ Another sneeze, you couldn’t complete.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick. Oh my god, look at you.” Lloyd rushed beside you.

“No wait, you’ll get sick too.”

“I don’t care.”

You told him everything and Lloyd just shook his head. You gulped. Was he angry? Disappointed?

“You should have told me. I could have come back sooner.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to compromise with your work.” Lloyd never thought someone could actually care about him so much.

“Nothing is more important than you and your well-being my love.”

“I’m sorry.” Lloyd smiled softly, moving some hair from your face which was stuck on your forehead due to sweating.

“H-how are you back early?”

“I finished my work early.” Well you were relieved that you didn’t hamper his work anyway.

Lloyd pampered you even more than usual. He fed you some warm soup, which he made. Changed your clothes, without looking at you. And gave you some medicine.

You insisted him to stay away so that he didn’t fall sick as well but he didn’t listen. Instead he wrapped you up with a blanket like a burrito and pulled you closer.

“See? I’m not touching you. So now we can cuddle.” He smiled. “Come on princess, you need to sleep.”

The next day you were feeling much better. Lloyd still didn’t let you move from the bed much. Taking very good care of you.

And that made you realise, as dramatic as it might sound, Lloyd’s presence beside you was the major reason you got well quickly.

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main masterlist

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honey, there is no right way* 🪐✨

when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

no sweeter innocence* ✨

when you ask Bucky to help you with your research, you don’t expect things to escalate so quickly.

I'm a fiend and you're all I need* ✨

Bucky is the sweetest husband ever. But you are greedy — you want more.

took one hit and I was gone* ✨

after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.

teach me how to love* ✨

your professor isn’t as sweet as you thought.

call me when you want* 🪐✨

when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

to love is to burn* ✨

You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.

little red riding hood*

Your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

won’t ask for much this christmas*

You get stuck in Christmas lights and Bucky fucks you.

stuck inside my head*

You’re hesitant to accept gifts from your dangerous husband, Bucky.

sweet dreams 🪐

Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you've caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections?

the living heart*

Bucky and you have loved each other for as long as you can remember, but being who you are, your love story is impossible.

wicked ones*

All your life, you thought yourself to be cursed. But the truth was simple; you had a really possessive demon as your guardian...

circles ✨

After miraculously staying youthful for nearly seven decades, you thought you had buried your past well. But what will you do when the same past comes right out of its grave?

the best day

doctor!reader has no clue that Bucky is a secret agent and she soon finds out. 

the lip plumper

Bucky gets the scare of his life 

breathe 🪐

Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

the sun and the shadow

You’re Bucky’s sun and he’s your shadow. But can you forgive him for the things he’s done?

i wanna be your slave*

You and Bucky are sworn enemies, right? Right?

if I ever cross your mind

Old feelings are rekindled when you and Bucky get locked in an abandoned warehouse.

silver and gold*

You do not know how to feel when you realise your husband, King Steven of the house Rogers, is in love with his best friend, King James of the house Barnes.

break into your heart

Your neighbour is not who he seems to be.

The princess and the pirate*

Love and loyalty is tested after Bucky realises you aren’t who you pretend to be.

addicted to you* ✨

you find Bucky to be irresistible after you both get affected by sex pollen.

punishment, for all my sins*

Bucky decides to show you who you belong to.

reignite*

You, Eddie, Steve, Bucky and Venom have an orgy.

knot headed*

Bucky is excited to have you alone, but little does he know that he’s the one going to get a surprise.

cupid’s game*

you think Bucky is the farthest from the Prince Charming you had envisioned. but oh, how wrong you are.

crave* ✨

you finally get a taste of the forbidden fruit.

you first

your alpha is worried for you.

the secret reveal

you, the princess of Asgard, are Bucky’s secret wife.

crescent*

you cannot resist your mysterious, grumpy and sexy bodyguard, Bucky Barnes.

not afraid anymore*

your seduction attempts finally get noticed.

none like you* 🪐✨

Bucky Barnes has it all — money, success, looks, fame, women. But when he falls in love with the only woman who doesn’t love him, he starts wondering if he really has it all.

little things

five incidents where you and Bucky fall more in love with each other.

nothing holding me back*

Bucky wasn’t expecting you to be laid out in his closet, much less in a nest made out of his clothes.

make you mine* ✨

Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when you sees you with another alpha.

in the low lamp light I was free*

you are perfect for Bucky, and now it’s his time to show you how he is the man you need in your life.

need*

Bucky gets horny while watching a movie.

just one more

Bucky needs just one more kiss

sit on me*

Bucky makes sure you get past your reluctance.

I'll be yours for a thousand lives*

when you get kidnapped, you realise your husband isn’t the good man you thought he was.

you love when I fall apart*

Your employers give you an unexpected offer when you’re caught doing something you shouldn’t.

dancing with the devil*

things take an unexpected turn when Bucky finds out your little secret.

no other place I’d rather be*

you blindly accept when a stranger offers you hefty sum of cash to drive him from Germany to Romania. what you don’t expect is for him to be this excruciatingly handsome.

take the old me and make me new* ✨

bucky loves ruining you.

one right now*

things take a turn with Bucky accompanies you for shopping.

in your arms i'm born again*

you want to find out exactly how many times is too many times for the super soldier.

got your chemicals all in my veins*

Bucky has a wicked idea to curb your loneliness when he’s out on missions — making a sex tape.

I hate you, I love you*

Bucky hates you,.. but does he?

hopelessly devoted to you* ✨

bucky loves playing games with you, and like the innocent doe you are, you always get trapped.

you're a drug that's killing me*

your happy night leads to a not so happy morning.

the farewell*

you bid Bucky a farewell.

bucky barnes as your boyfriend

fluffy headcanon

anytime, anywhere* ✨

Bucky is flattered when he finds fanfiction, but he isn’t even aware of what half of the words mean.

desire*

right from his electric blue eyes to his graying beard, everything about Bucky made you want him more.

cotton candy* ✨

you just had a very bad day and Bucky reassures you in the best way possible.

a clandestine affair*

bucky can’t hold himself back when you look that gorgeous at Tony’s house warming party

getting high on love*

it’s a wild ride when you meet your crush.

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