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Soft Saturday? Alpha Jake holding his cub for the first time, please!

“Hello beautiful,” Jake’s voice is a wavering reminder of the world he cradles in his arms while his universe sleeps beside him, “we’re gonna try not to wake mama bear up, right?”

His eyes study his baby, his beautiful little pup resting soundly and softly in his arms, and for a moment he’s relieved and in the next he’s aware of the dangers of his life.

“I’m gonna be a good daddy for you, the best. And princess…your momma—” Jake looks over his shoulder and preens, a sense of pride cathartically surging in his chest. “—your momma is the best damn thing to happen to both of us, I’d die for her.”

Jake coddles your pup, cooing and shushing her gently while she whines. Theres a moment when Jake thinks she’s going to wake, where he thinks that she’s going to make a fuss and wake you up, however she quiets down and pressed further into his arms.

“You’re your mommy’s baby, you are your mommy’s spitting image and I’m damn thankful for that. You,” Jake leaned in and brushed his nose against hers, “and your mama are my whole world. My whole universe is you, don’t tell her that though. I don’t want her to know how much power she has over me.”

Jake was thoughtful for a moment and then he grinned. “Who are we kidding? She already knows.”

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

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Chapter 3

Pairing: Mob boss Bucky Barnes x Mob boss Reader

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Warnings: blood, mentions of bruising and cuts (nothing specific), a lil bit of smut at the beginning, threat to the reader (but no specifics)

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Bucky held your hips down to keep you in place as he quickened his pace. He places kisses down your jaw and your neck until he gets to your breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple before he takes it in his mouth.

“Taking me so well.” He groans. “Fuck you feel so good.” 

“Bucky, s-so close.” You moan, as you wrap your legs around his waist while you dig your nails into his back and drag them down. “Fuck.”

“Let go baby.” His voice is low and sultry. His words send you over the edge.

Bucky slowly started to wake up as he felt your lips moving from his jaw down his neck as your hands started to roam from his chest down. He lets out a sleepy sigh as he hears his name being called. He’s confused because he’s sure your voice wasn’t that annoying.

“Y/N?” 

“What the hell Bucky?” His eyes snap open as the voice finally registers, turning his head he’s highly disappointed to find Dot in his bed instead of you. There was no logical explanation for him to even think you would be there but he has been thinking about you nonstop. Dreaming of you too apparently.

“What are you doing here?” He questions as he grabs her wrist to remove her hand from his chest.

“I thought it would be fun to wake you up. I even got all dolled up for you, don’t you like it?” She was dressed in nothing but some lingerie. Her lips stained pink and her hair styled with her signature curls. Having to deal with her and a hangover so early in the morning is going to put him in a foul mood the rest of the day.

“No, now get off of my bed and out of my apartment.” 

“But Honey, don't you want to have some fun?”  Dot asks as she straddles him. Her hands rested on his chest. 

Bucky flips them around, his arms on either side of her head. She wraps her arms around his back and leans up to kiss him. As soon as her lips are close enough Bucky answers her question.

“Not with you.” He says in a whisper. He rolls off of her and sits on the edge of his bed. “Now get dressed and get the fuck out. I don’t want you here.” 

“But why?” Dot whines as she sits up and watches him get up and find a t-shirt to put on. “We’re going to get married soon. Why can’t we just have a little bit of fun?” 

He passed his hands over his face. This was not the first conversation he wanted to have today. But it seemed like Dot wasn’t going to just do as he asked so he takes a deep breath and turns to walk back towards the bed, his face inches apart from hers.

“I’m going to tell you this one time.” His voice is low and menacing. “The only reason I’m marrying you is because of a business deal. I don’t plan on touching you, got it?” 

“But we’ll be sleeping in the same bed, it’s bound to happen. I mean we both have needs. Besides, I promised your dad we would have children.” 

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep Dot. And we won’t be sharing a bed. You’ll have your own room. Now get out.” 

She lets out an annoyed huff as she gets her dress from the floor. Bucky looked at her for just a moment and thought how the lingerie she was wearing would look better on you. 

“You didn’t have a problem sleeping with me a few weeks ago, why is it a problem now? Is it because of the stupid bitch that crashed our engagement party? I don’t understand what the big deal is. Someone should get rid of her. I’ll talk to your dad and have his men teach her a lesson about crashing out engagement party.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened when he heard her speaking about you like that. He moved quickly startling the woman in front of him when she realized how close he was to her.

“Let’s get something clear. You don’t talk about her like that, actually don’t talk about her at all. And the only reason I slept with you was because I was drunk.” 

“Why does she matter when you have me? I’m so much better than her.” Dot coos as she wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck. 

“You will never be her.” He puts his hand around her throat, not enough to hurt her but just to send a message. “And Dot, if you ever talk about hurting her again, I will kill you.”

That causes her arms to drop as she glared at him for a moment. He’s unfazed by it and grabs her arm firmly. He leads her out of his room, down the stairs and to the living room where some of the people that work for him were.

“Make sure she leaves. I’ll deal with whoever let her in later.” He orders before turning back around and heading back to his room to get ready.

Bucky stood on the other end of the dimly lit basement, his back against the wall as he used a towel to clean the blood off of his metal arm. His eyes were focused on the man tied to a chair opposite him as he awaited an answer. Bucky pushed away from the wall and took slow measured steps toward the table just behind the man.

“Benny, I’ve been good to you haven’t I?” he asks as he looks over the items on the table and reaches for a knife. 

“O-of course Mr. Barnes. Nothing but kind.” Benny whimpers as he waits for whatever is next, his right eye already swollen shut and bruises littering his skin. Blood covered his lips and chin from the broken nose he had.

“So what I want to know is who told you to get rid of our product?” 

“It wasn’t me I swear. I would never go against you.”

“I’m not so sure about that, we’ve lost almost a million because of your slip up. Now you tell me what happened or suffer the consequences.” There was a moment of silence when nothing but Benny’s heavy breathing filled the room. “Ok have it your way.” Bucky moves to stand next to him and brings the knife forward, enough for Benny to see it.

“Wait please. I swear I didn’t do it. My kid was sent to the ER that night and I had to go to the hospital. Some new guy relieved me of my post. I swear, please I didn’t do this.” 

“What did he look like?” 

“He um- He’s tall, blond spiky hair and glasses. He looked like a total dork. He said you had sent him because I had to get to the hospital.” 

Bucky curses under his breath as he stands up straighter. He knows exactly who that is and he intends to get his answers as to why your date screwed him over. Bucky walks out of the room giving the others instructions on letting Benny go before going upstairs to change. 

“Come in.” Is the only answer heard through the thick wooden door. “What do you have?” 

“Barnes is on his way to Y/N’s as we speak. He seemed pretty pissed off about the loss. It’s been 10 years. I doubt he’ll just take her word for it and we’ll have one less idiot to worry about if Barnes gets rid of the big oaf. The camera footage was also deleted.”

“Good. I want them, especially her, watched you got that.” 

“Yes, a tail 24/7 for that stupid bitch.” 

“Rumlow.”

“Yes, Pierce?”

“Don’t do anything stupid. If you fuck this up I’ll make an example out of you.” The older man says.

“Yeah yeah.” Rumlow says over his shoulder as he heads out. 

Pierce picks up the papers he was looking at and goes over them again when the sound of high heels against tile catch his attention. 

He looks over the top of his glasses at the door. “Well, well, well to what do I owe the pleasure? I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” He says with a smirk. 

“Just wanted to see you is all.” 

“Sarah and I are glad you’re back.” Sam says earnestly. “We hated having to send you away like that.”

“I’m glad I’m back too, Sammy. But you don’t have to worry about it. Both you and Sarah saved my life that night and I owe you for that.”

He shakes his head. “No you don’t, you’re family and we know you would have done the same for us. Now, tell me why I’m here alone and you didn’t ask Steve to come along? He’s been dying to see you.”  

“I need your expertise on some things.” 

“What do you need?” 

“First of all I plan to pay you for your services. I want to clear that up, second I need some warehouses and I know you keep some empty. I’m willing to rent them and add a 10% off of all our profit from what we store there.” 

“So whatever rent I charge plus a 10% fee on top of that?”

You nod.

“How many do you need?”

“At least three.”

“I can do that for you. I’ll check the places I have available and then I’ll take you to see them. How about that?”

“Just bring Sarah along with you and it’s a deal.” you stretch out your hand and he shakes it. 

Rosie appears at your door after knocking. “James and Steven are in the living room and they want to talk to you mi niña.” 

“Thanks Rosie I’ll be right out.” She closes the door as you look at Sam. “Any idea what that’s about?” 

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You both stand and head out of your office the moment you are in the hallway you can hear yelling and you walk into the living room to find Bucky and Steve. The latter holding Bucky back as he yells at Jake who's standing in the middle of the room looking both annoyed and slightly confused.

“What the fuck is going on?” You ask.

“I should ask you the same thing.” Bucky says as his glare moves from Jake to you and then Sam. “What are you doing here?” 

“I came to see my friend. Now why are you so pissed off?” 

“I came for him.” Bucky points at Jake.

“Me? What the hell did I do?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You stole from me.” He looks back at you. “I thought you came to take Pierce down, why are you dragging me into this?” 

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Let him go.” Steve does as you ask but stays in between Bucky and Jake. “Let’s talk in my office, Jake you too.” 

You wave your hand for Steve and Sam to follow you as well, if Bucky stays as angry as he is you’ll need the help of the two men to calm him down. Jake stops you in the hallway before walking into your office.

“Y/N I swear I didn’t do anything.” He defends himself.

“I know JJ, there has to be a misunderstanding. I trust you.” You tell him before walking in and sitting at your desk.

Bucky was on the opposite side of the study in the corner bar pouring himself a drink. You looked at Steve silently asking what happened but he just shrugged in response.

“When we talked the other day at Vinnie’s, you said you were here for Pierce. What I want to know is why he,” Bucky motions towards Jake who is standing beside you. “Is going into my warehouse and stealing from me. He took almost a million.” 

“Where the hell are you getting this information from?” Tension is slowly starting to rise as you and Bucky stare each other down.

“One of my guys saw him. Said he was there to take over his shift.” 

“And how exactly did you extract this information?” you raised an eyebrow, because you knew the Barnes family and you knew they had a tendency to get physical when they want information.

“You know how.”

“From what I know all of your property always have cameras, did you bother to check them or were you looking for a reason to come argue?”

 Steve and Sam try but fail to hide their amusement. 

“There’s nothing on the cameras I checked.” 

“Do they save to a server?” Jake asks from beside you and that is your queue to move out of your chair.

“Yeah?” Bucky’s answer sounds more like a question. 

“Well if that’s true then it’s not truly gone.” He says as he takes a seat and starts typing away on the laptop. “What security system do you use?”

“Stark security. What are you doing?” 

“Just wait and see.” You say as you walk towards him, making yourself a drink.

 For those few short minutes Bucky completely forgets why he’s even mad. Instead his attention is on you. But Steve clears his throat and pulls him back into the moment. 

“I’d like a drink too, you know.”

“It’s self serve Stevie.” You inform him with a smirk. Your eyes flicker from Steve to Bucky to find him already looking at you. 

“Ok and here we are. Deleted files from 6 different cameras. Is this your warehouse?” Jake turns his laptop to show the paused video, you all walk over to take a closer look. The four of you lean in to look at the video and Bucky nods. Jake reaches around and hits the spacebar letting the video play. In it you see a man doing a perimeter check when someone else appears. From a distance he looks like Jake but you all know it’s not him the minute he looks directly at the camera, amateur. 

“Seems like we have a set up. Care to take a guess at who had a hand in this?” You were closer to Bucky than either of you realized, your forearm resting on his back as your hand gripped his shoulder, the other holding your drink. 

Both you and Bucky turn to look at each other, your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips and back. Clearing your throat you stand back up putting some distance between the two of you. You take a seat on the couch.

“It’s a little too convenient that he could just pull up this footage so quickly. How do I know he didn’t set this up?” Bucky asks, grasping at straws at the moment.

“If you accuse him, you accuse me. Jake doesn’t do anything without my say. Neither do the rest of my people. Besides you can clearly see that the guy in the video isn’t JJ.”

“Also I’m just like, really good with computers.”  Jake offers.

“We know this is Pierce.” Steve states.

“He’s trying to distract us.” Sam adds.

“Whose side are you on?” Bucky turns and glares at his best friend and right hand man.

“I’m on the side that doesn’t start a war between my best friends. Come on Jake let’s have a drink. Sam and I need all the embarrassing stories you have about Y/N for the past 10 years.” He chuckles when you flip him off and walks out with Jake following, closing the door on his way out.

Bucky stands with his hands on his hips, trying to burn a hole through the door before you clear your throat getting his attention. 

“What?”

“I’m waiting for an apology.” 

“And what am I apologizing for?” 

“For barging in here and questioning me.” You say as you cross one leg over the other. 

“I’m not questioning you. I had information that he had stolen from us.” He can’t help but let his eyes roam over your figure. “Do you trust him?”

“With my life.” You say as you stand. Heading over to the bar to pour yourself another drink. “You know Steve is right. This is Pierce trying to get us to fight, I for one don’t plan on letting that happen. Will you?”

“No,” he sighs. “I’m sorry. I just- there’s a lot going on right now.” 

“There’s a lot going on all the time, but that’s the life isn’t it.” 

“Can you cut me some slack here. When I thought it was him I could only think of him betraying you like Pierce did your father. So excuse me if I was worried about you.” He snaps.

Your shoulders tense for a split second at the mention of your father. That topic had been off limits for years. You sigh as you look over your shoulder to see Bucky leaning against your desk, his eyes glued to the floor.

“It’s ok, just next time don’t threaten my people. I’ve known them for a while and I trust them. Especially Jake, I’ve known him just as long as I’ve known you.” You say as you walk towards him.

He hums in response. Bucky flexes his fingers, fighting the urge to pull you towards him since you’re standing so close now. Then you tilt your head to the side and stare at him, the way you used to do when you were younger and his resolve all but crumbles as he grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him. Now you stand between his legs and chest to chest. 

“Hey.” He says with a hint of a smirk.

“Hi.” 

“Do you think you could forgive me?”

“Maybe…. But just this once. Next time there will be consequences.” You tease as your hands rest against his chest.

“And what are these consequences bug?”

“Well Barnes I can’t just tell you my secrets. Gotta keep you on your toes.”

Bucky hums as he stands and quickly turns you both so that he can sit you on the desk. Standing between your legs now he towers over you, your hands never leaving his chest. The brunette places his hands on either side, caging you in and lowers his head so that your lips almost touch. “I’m sure I can handle whatever punishment you throw my way Y/L/N.” He tells you with a smirk.

Just as your lips are about to meet Steve barges into the room making Bucky move away from you. Steve gives you an apologetic look before turning to Bucky who’s glaring back at him.

“Sorry Buck but there seems to be an emergency at your parents place.”

“I’ll be right out.” 

Steve nods and closes the door again. 

“I’m sorry, I have to go, it might be ma or Becs.”

“Don’t apologize for taking care of them, go.”

He looks at you for a bit longer, saddened that he has to leave you. Bucky nods in your direction and leaves. You stay seated on top of your desk, a small frown on your face.

“Hey boss.” Clay’s raspy voice gets your attention. 

“Come in.” You say as you hop off and move around the desk sitting in your chair. “What’s up?”

“I looked into some spaces like you asked and I found at least three buildings that we could use to open your first club. One of them is already a club. It was just closed down, all you would have to do is some slight renovations.”

“Who's the owner?”

“Some guy named Tommy D. He’s looking to sell.” 

“I know him, he’s dangerous but an idiot . Set up a meeting, I want to see the place first.”

“Already did. And I had the documents sent to Walters so that she could review them in case you want to buy it on the spot.” He says.

“That sounds perfect. Can you send Cougar in? I need him to find someone for me.” 

“Someone important?”

“Someone that could turn into a serious problem for Jake.”

He nods before he disappears down the hall. The video from the Barnes’ warehouse is still paused so you hit play. Sure enough you see whoever it is taking something out of the warehouse. It’s obvious Pierce already knows you’re back in the city, your return wasn’t exactly a secret. It was the opposite: you wanted him to know you were coming, you wanted him to underestimate you and your people so that when you take him down it hurts even more. The first thing you’re going to do is find whoever this person is and you’re going to find out everything he knows, if he’s allowed to run around he could put Jake in an even more dangerous situation. 

That was something that you would never allow to happen. Not to any of them, the last ten years had proved that you could trust them with your life. When you said you were going back to New York they didn’t hesitate to come with you, especially Jake. A lot of people underestimated him because of his outgoing personality but he could be even more deadly than yourself. It’s why he was your right hand. 

Cougar made himself known, always silent and with a killer shot. He was reliable, you still didn’t know how he did it but you’re glad he’s on your side. Apart from you, Cougar seemed to be the other person in the group to have the biggest soft spot for Jake. It’s why you were trusting him with this.

“I need you to find this man.” You tell him as you turn the laptop around. “He’s being used to impersonate Jensen and I can’t allow that to happen.” 

“Dead?” He was a man of few words.

“No, bring him back alive. I have some questions for him first.” 

“You got it boss.” His accent thick as he tipped his hat.

“Cougar,” you call out to him. “Take Drax with you, you could use the back up and he’s practically invisible.” 

He nods one more time and heads out.

Whatever Pierce is trying to do, you’re going to stop it. This is a red herring, you’re well aware of it. It was his way of distracting you so that he could attack where you were vulnerable. The years that you spent learning from him would definitely come in handy. Pierce had no idea the hell that he’s going to find himself in. 

Ch. 4

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2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

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Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

Masterlist for my 200 followers Writing Challenge

smut = 🌶️, 🥹 = fluff; 🩹 = angst

Writing Submissions 💥

Bucky Barnes

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

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

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

Steve Rogers

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

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

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

Lloyd Hansen

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

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

Ari Levinson

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

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

Jake Jensen

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

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

Curtis Everett

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

Ransom Drysdale

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

+1 BB's

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

Writing Requests (Answered) 💙

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

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

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

@eulalielatibule

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

Hmm I'd say I'm like, 2.8? I'm pretty basic and don't do much editing but my stories are good and I'm proud of them!

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I think I excel at fluffy family fics. I just love writing good dads being sweet with their kids, especially daughters. Another thing that makes me stand out is how I write autistic!reader. I haven't seen anyone else write that for the Chris Evans fandom (not including Steve) so I'm proud to be the one to do it.

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Everyone in the server is so talented and they all inspire me in different ways. @a-lumos-in-the-nox puts out story after story with her OC and Ron Weasly and I just love that! Especially as someone who wants to start writing more OCs. @flordeamatista’s writing is so poetic and beautiful and I admire it so much

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

I'm pretty proud of my Suburban Dad Sunday verse. It's done so well but it's also just very fun for me to write and it's letting me explore characters that I hadn't written for previously.

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

Jake Jensen is definitely the easiest. Idk he's just so sweet and fun and the vibes are immaculate with him! The most difficult would probably be any dark character

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

I write a lot about Jake and fluff/hurt and comfort.

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

I have a Lloyd Hansen fic with a living music box ballerina. It'll be a giant/tiny fic which I know isn't super popular but I find it so comforting and I'm excited to share it!

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

I believe it was Phantom of the Opera 🙈😂

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

I can't think of any tropes, but I do love reading daddy kink fics lmao

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

I mean never say never, but I do not like enemies to lovers. Idk why, I just can't get behind it. I also will likely never write a mob au.

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Probably my most recent one with Jake Jensen x Reader x Ari Levinson. H-O-T-T-O-G-O was my first time writing a throuple and it was interesting!

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

I love writing Lloyd Hansen and his Reader for SDS. He's just so funny and petty and it's fun to see his shenanigans!

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

No, I get too distracted. I need it to be quiet while I write. I do have playlists to help me get into the right headspace or to help with muse.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One shots all the way

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

All the time! Although I feel like most of my fics are little side quests to one big story/universe. I want to do more with The Purrfect Pair- Kitten is so cute and there's lots of potential for mischief with her and Wanda.

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Soooo many things. I want to write a smutty series but smut is just so hard for me to write for some reason. I admire those who write it so effortlessly!

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

There are many comments that I hold near and dear to my heart. Recently I got a comment from @thezombieprositute who said my ability to turn simple prompts into heart warming stories was a testament to my skills and it really made my day.

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

A long time ago I wrote a Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers Halloween fic. It was on my old account so it isn't around anymore, though I might repost it here. It was definitely a challenge as it was more involved and took a lot of world building. It turned out okay, but maybe I'll revisit it and do some editing!

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Fluff, all the time.

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

Do I?? I have so many. Thank you for the time to infodump about some of my favorites lmao

I have Eloise Montgomery who is a sexretary for Pete Brenner. Her face claim is Sydney Sweeney!

There's also Charles Randolph who is similar to Ransom in that he's a bratty rich boy who I pair with Ari Levinson. His face claim is Logan Lerman.

I have soooo many but they are my favorites!

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Oh gosh, that's hard. Probably my The Purrfect Pair au. I want to live in a cottage with Wanda Maximoff more than anything!

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

I can't think of anything in particular. It just takes me a while to write because of burn out and stuff but I love it and I love sharing it with everyone 🩷

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

Oof this is hard for some reason but I do like this from Pine-ing For You

One time when you both were drunkenly singing All I Want for Christmas is You, he pulled you over to the plant hanging from the ceiling and kissed you straight on the mouth. It was a chaste, puckered lips type of kiss and yet it still made your heart flutter from excitement. You both carried on as if nothing happened, never brought it up when you were sober. You eventually decided the incident was merely drunken shenanigans and nothing more, although a part of you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours again.

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I'm excited for all that I have planned this year and I hope I can venture into some new territory with my fic writing. I appreciate everyone's support, you all mean the world to me! 🙏🏼 

[adulting-sucks]

Ari is just so hot. So hot….

The One That Got Away: Part. One

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry this one took a while to get going. I was stuck for a while, trying to get it going. But here it is! I hope eveyone is having a blessed morning!

Characters: (Past) Mob Lloyd Hansen x Reader, (Now) Mob Ari Levinson x Reader, Mob Lloyd Hansen x Maria Cantoni (OC)

Before I shut up, I just wanted to thank these beautiful ladies and for helping me beta this chapter! @adulting-sucks @hollybee8917 and @princessofdarkwinter​ 

Love you guys!

Keep reading

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I Love You 3000 Masterlist

Here is the masterlist that shall be updated whenever a new entry to my writing bonanza gets posted!

If you would like to enter or take park in the exchange you can find all the information here!

All original work belongs to the creators!

PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS GIVEN! Your media consumption is your responsibility! If you think something will trigger you, DO NOT READ OR VIEW IT!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Something There - Firefighter!Johnny x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: after a somewhat rocky start you begin to wonder whether there was something between you and Johnny

Warnings: Mention of injury! Mention of Fire emergency! Minor Angst! Fluff!

Burnin' Up Update - Firefighter!Chris x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A little sneak peak into the future lives of our favourite emegency services couple

Warnings: none

Stay - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Apartment hunting is becoming difficult thanks to Steve's help

Warning: Minor Angst! Fluff!

Lion's Den - SoftDark!Assassin!Curtis Everett x Black!Reader

By @dc418writes

Summary: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Not a Nobody - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Revelations occur when fake dating Steve leads you to getting captured

Warning: Kidnapping! Light Angst! Fluff! Brief Mention of Blood!

The Other Side Of The Door - Andy Barber x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Tensions boil over when Andy works late on a tough case

Warnings: Angst! Happy Ending!

Do You Remember? - Steve Rogers x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.

Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!

An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it

Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis

Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night

Warning: Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! Minors DNI!

Bait and Switch - Mob!Curtis Everett x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: A meeting with Curtis 'The Axe' Everett takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Darkish? Mob Dynamics! Arranged Marriage! Language! Guns! Brief Mention of Blood!

A 21st Century Romance - Jake Jensen x Princess!Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan

Summary: you sneak out of the party meant to find your future husband, only to find your perfect match outside

Warning: Fluff! and some more Fluff!

Triangle - Steve Rogers x Reader

by @nekoannie-chan

Summary: Steve has feelings for two people.

Warnings: Angst! Love Triangle! Fluff!

[abbatoirablaze]

January Updates

So I knew that December was going to be pretty crazy, and very out of wack for my updates...a lot of personal things happened/have happened that are still affecting me, but I'm still working on stuff for everyone.

My schedule should go back to a normal schedule this month.

WIPS ENDING THIS MONTH

MSI-Dream Girl (Pornstar Chris Evans X Reader)

Into The Light (Super powered Reader X Lamplighter)

The Understudies, Season 1 (The Umbrella Academy)

Just Ben (Soldier Boy X prostitute reader)

The Nanny (Dilf! Jake Jensen X Nanny reader)

Big Bad Wolf (Lloyd Hansen X innocent! younger reader)

NEW WORKS

SDAU-The Alpha & The Omega (Alpha Bucky Barnes X Theta Reader X Omega Steve Rogers)

Police Academy (Various CEvans and SebStan characters X female and male OC's)

MSI-Out Of The Closet (Pornstar! Thor X Male fluffer OC)

AOD- All For You (Mob AU/ Bucky Barnes X Shuri)

TM Tragedy Season 3 (SOA Season 3 X OC characters)

[navybrat817]

I think my lovelies know I have WAY too many WIPs and not enough hours in the day. 😂😭 A few:

Too Good to Be True (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Sugar and Spice: Part 2 (Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Falling For You (College!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Forever Hold Your Peace (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

No More Mr. Nice Guy (Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Raise Me to Your Lips (Alpha!Ari Levinson x Reader x Beta!Jake Jensen)

Knight!Bucky, lumberjack!Steve, rocker!Bucky, mob!Bucky will be posted in the upcoming weeks. ❤️

Feel free to asks if you'd like! NPT: @bucky-barnes-diaries @buckyownsmylife @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @ghotifishreads @labella420 @justalonelyslytherin @qu1etwolf and anyone seeing this! ❤️

A WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Thanks for the tag @dharmasharks 🥰

I have a million things in my WIPs right now, some of which haven’t been touched in months, so I’ll just share the titles of the ones I’m actively focussing / working on at the moment (no points for guessing which one I’m most frustrated with right now 🙃)

- guess I’m going there

- James 1:14-15

- please for the love of god finish it

- JVB

- Lau challenge

Tagging (with no pressure!) @dreamsinthewitchouse @fandomfluffandfuck @sparkagrace @stevieschrodinger @rillils @sweeterthanthis and anyone else who wants to play!

[imaginedreamwrite]

Oooooh #3 is giving off Alpha Jake and his omega princess after she sees the man she was with while Jake was in the army.

It was a pure coincidence that you’d seen him at all, a pure coincidence that he had spotted you in the crowd in that rose gold glittery dress with a visible baby bump. You hadn’t even been aware that your ex, if you could even call him that, ran in these crowds or had any affiliation with some of the Jensen’ family charities. You had tried to keep as many degrees of separation between Jake and yourself, every interaction you had with alphas planned to remove pieces of Jake that you’d carried with you.

He had found you before you found him, and whether it was genuine curiosity about your place here, as curious as you were about him, or whether he felt like he was owed some kind of explanation, the result was the same. Your ex had approached Jake and yourself with furrowed brows, first gazing at your well put together appearance and the healed boldened mark on your neck and then his eyesight dropped to your baby bump.

“Fuck, you’re pregnant?” His surprise was off putting, his eyes narrowed in the direction of the rose gold dress stretched across your belly.

“Princess,” Jake was upon the two of you immediately, possibly recognizing the scent that had once clutched to your clothes when you and Jake we separated, “who’s this?”

Jake had pressed himself to your back, his hands protectively resting upon your baby bump, his chin resting against your shoulder. He was relatively calm despite his protective instincts, he was keeping his eyes fixated on your ex as a challenge to try anything. There was no realm of possibility wherein Jake would leave your side tonight, not while he knew this was someone you’d slept with.

Even if he wasn’t a challenge in any frame of the word, Jake was going to treat him like he was. You could feel it.

“We used to sleep together.” Your ex let loose some of the surprise laced with bitterness, or maybe it was disbelief, though it hadn’t mattered to Jake.

“Don’t kid yourself, you never gave her an orgasm.” Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes, immediately rebuffing the claim though it was true. “What’d you call him? Speed of light Lukas or some shit-“

“Jake!” You squeaked in response to his bold statement, heat blooming in your belly as he raised an arm and looped it around your shoulders as if to protect and hide your mark, a way to show your ex that he was not worthy of seeing your bond. “You can’t-“

“How the fuck are you pregnant?” Your ex cut you off bewildered by your placement in life currently, and the bond that held you and Jake together.

“He’s kidding, right?” Jake grinned, completely overcome with amusement over your ex, “you’ve got to be shitting me. I screwed my omega over and over, i gave her orgasms, which is clearly something you’ve never given an omega, and then I plugged her tight-“

“Okay, we’re leaving, you’re leaving. Goodbye.” You elbowed Jake, hissing at him under your breath as you moved to get out of this awkward situation. “I hated this, don’t talk to me again.”

Jake’s amusement had only grown with another huff from your ex, bewildered and confused. Jake’s shoulders had quaked from his laughter, and his arm slipped around your waist as his fingers stroked your belly. “Princess, you know how to pick them-“

“Yeah,” you elbowed him again, feigning anger as you looked up at him, “I’m still regretting my last choice.”

“Too damn bad, you’re stuck with me now.”

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 3: Honey Trap

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: A Farmer’s Market and Pouring out your heart over a beer leads to Bucky learning more about his favorite mysterious farmer

Content/warnings: mentions of previous heartbreak and descriptions, a surprising amount of crying/near-crying, soft mobster Bucky, Heartless Jake, Creepy Cole, mentions of blood/period (not graphic and should be normalized because this happens to me all the time and I know I’m not alone in that), excessive drinking and lowkey alcoholism, cowboy hat rule, mutual pining and reluctance towards that, y/n used like three times

Word Count: 5,295

A/N: I didn’t mean for this chapter to be this long, but also, I definitely meant for it to be this long. Sorry for making dear, wonderful, Jake Jensen out to be a bad guy, and NOT sorry for making Cole Turner a creep. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are SUPER appreciated. Thank you for reading, I love you *gives forehead kiss*

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Bucky knew lots of languages. Country was not one of them. You would think it would be, with how many arms purchasers were from the south, but he kept his dealings with those folk as short and formal as possible. It was better for his sanity and everyone else that way.

He’d been running into a lot of country folk today, helping you run this farmer’s market out of one of your barns. Half of his conversations with people were full of twangy words and phrases he didn’t understand, so he just lightly laughed, hoping that was the right response. The other half were children, asking him what the bump was on the side of his head, the result of the bee incident earlier this week. Before, it was slightly swollen and red, but it was nearly back to normal. Darn kids have keen eyes, though, and no shame. He’d just about had enough. These people were too polite, besides their annoying children. Lucky for him, though, he’d sold off the last of the turnip greens, and his cash box was full, so he made his way over to you at the stand holding the freshly jarred honey you’d successfully, and he’d not-so-successfully harvested earlier in the week. It was just in time to catch the tail end of a conversation he saw you were having with a slightly older woman.

“You’re like our very own honeybee”

“Oh please, Mrs. Jensen, you know the bees do all the work. I just put it in a jar”

“You’re too modest, dear. My Jakey says no one makes sweeter honey than you. I always tell him to come back and help if he loves it that much, but it seems he’s too late now. Looks like you’ve got yourself a new farm hand who’s easy on the eyes”

Bucky glanced up at her through his eyelashes with his signature smirk, raising to a stand from setting the empty turnip green crate at your feet. “Well you know what they say, honeybees don’t work alone. And their hard work makes the world go round.”

For some reason unbeknownst to him, Bucky slung his hand over your shoulder. Was it jealousy he was feeling? Possessiveness? Why, he didn’t own you and he promised himself he wouldn’t fall, physically or metaphorically (although it was far too late physically, and he didn’t want to think about how close he truly was metaphorically). Plus, it’s not like he was having the best time right now. This whole week was a nightmare, and the only reason he was in a decent mood was from seeing your smile as you interacted with the town’s folk today. You were a person of the people, in juxtaposition to how Bucky was often only looking out for himself. So why did the mention of Jakey make this feel necessary and why did it feel so right? Either way, he was proud of you and your hard work and the way it made people beam as bright as Mrs. Jensen. But he’d never say that. Where he’s from, hard work is expected and definitely not praised, although not nearly as manual. But seeing all the effort for that couple jars of honey made him question if the work he was even doing was that hard. Maybe he’d been away from the city too long and was losing perspective. Yeah. That had to be it.

“Well, either way, bless y’all’s heart for putting in the work. I’ll tell Jake you say hello.”

You and Bucky both waved goodbye.

“Well how about it Honeybee, Jakey appreciates all your hard work” he smirked, but watched the smile slide off your face.

“Try telling me that with our awful breakup years ago” you shrugged off with a small chuckle, but Bucky could see the light drain out of your eyes a little. He had obviously struck a nerve, but didn’t want to push farther, at least not now when there were still a few customers aimlessly shopping around for the last bits of produce left. Maybe he’d catch you once the two of you were alone.

You turned away from him to hide your grimace. Thinking back to that whole situation with Jake, on top of serving others all morning had completely drained you and it was quickly catching up.

“Um, why don’t you finish cleaning up the rest of the empty crates after you ask those last few people how you can help them with anything” you waved off Bucky back towards the other end of the barn, head down, starting to look through the cash box he had handed you. You waited until you could hear his receding footsteps on the hay floor to sniffle and take a deep breath. Bucky had keen ears, though, and hesitated hearing your sigh, before he continued on, giving you your chance to regroup. He had never seen you like this before, you were normally chipper and full of energy, often a little too much for his liking, but luckily it was Friday, and after he closed these deals, you both were home free.

Bucky quickly helped the last few stragglers take their rather large haul back to their car. An older man and woman who owned the bar in town had come to get some fresh vegetables for their salads, and Bucky convinced them to take the lot with his charm. That, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t have to carry them all the way back to storage. That was a long way, and you made him walk it. He rolled his eyes when you had told him about the task, too, handing him the handle to a little red wagon with a beaming smile on your face, insisting “that’s how Pappy did it before his first tractor” and “what did you think, I like wasting diesel for food that’s supposed to have a low carbon footprint? That’s why I’ve got you, Bucket.” So Bucky grumbled under his breath at first light, angry, yet amused that the nickname stuck, but still too tired to react any differently when he started the first of his dozen trips to move the produce from storage into the farmer’s market barn. And there was no way he was gonna do that again, so he convinced the couple to take the lot, even offering to carry it out to the car for them, because that was better than the quarter mile walk both ways through the tall grass of your fallow fields to return them.

“Thank you so much for your help, Jamie. You’ve taken such good care of us, you should come by the bar later if you can get some free time from Miss Y/L/N over there. She’s quite the hard worker, maybe bring her along. Drinks on us.” The older lady looked at Bucky with a soft smile.

Jamie, no one had called him that since his mom. Country folk and their want for instant closeness. He hardly knew this lady and already she was trying to be endearing, but her forced charm was nothing compared yours even when you weren’t trying. She looked over Bucky’s shoulder at you carrying a stack of heavy wooden crates out of the barn, hardly struggling, but very determined before sliding them back into the truck. Bucky’s eyes followed hers, a small grin of admiration creeping onto his face at your independence and mastery at everything you do, no matter how simple.

“Yeah, hardest worker out there. I’ll see if I can convince her to take a break.” He turned back and walked the lady to her door, opening it for her to get in.

“Drive safely. Hope to see you later Mr. and Mrs. Carter.” He shut the door and made his way back over to your truck. You had already gotten in and started it with the windows down. Bucky slid into the bench seat to be met by you with your forehead resting on the wheel in between your hands. You took a sharp inhale and shot up, putting on a fake smile, albeit less forced than earlier.

“Ready to go meet Curtis? We’ve just gotta touch base with him and then we’re good to be done for the day.”

“Um, yeah. Sounds good.”

Bucky wasn’t sure how to continue with you in that mood. Should be keep talking? Did you prefer the silence to think? The radio was low on the dash, but not silent, so he decided to speak up.

“Did you see who I was helping? They said they own the bar in town. Maybe we can go for a drink tonight? Celebrate a long week done?”

You sighed. Again. “Um, yeah. I actually think that sounds really good. We both need the decompression. TGIF, ya know?” You forced out a small laugh which Bucky returned and he turned forward as you continued the drive back toward your house.

When the two of you entered the farmhouse, your were greeted by Curtis, your weekend farmhand, sitting at the dining room table. He had already helped himself to a glass of sweet tea you kept in the fridge, mainly for him, which was made from your Aunt’s recipe he loved so much.

“Oh, good, you’re back from chores already.” Curtis had been kind enough to come in today to work on some tasks since you and Bucky had your hands full with the market. He usually only worked Saturday and Sunday since this was his second job, but he’d sometimes come in to help extra, like today.

“Bucket, this is Curty b—oh sorry, Curtis. He’s the one that makes sure things run smoothly when I’m not. He’s a whiz at fixing the machinery, perks of him also being the best mechanic in town.”

Bucky warily stepped forward, eyes narrowed, barely noticeable, and shook Curtis’s hand. Who is this guy who let himself into your house? “Bucky is fine, really.”

Curtis let out a chuckle, “nice to meet you, Bucket. It’s ok, I talked to Y/N about making cheese curds once, and she’s called me ‘Curty boi’ ever since.”

Bucky laughed and shook his head, looking over his shoulder. You just shrugged with a small smile on your face, already more relaxed and relieved to be inside your home with someone you didn’t feel like you had to put up a front for, that was reassuring. Bucky went into the kitchen to get you both a glass of water as you sat next to Curtis at the table, joined by Bucky sitting across after he handed you your glass. The three of you briefly talked about the chores Curtis had done that day, how the farmer’s market went, and what all needed done that weekend.

Curtis seemed nice, not threatening. The visceral tinge of jealousy left Bucky’s body as the conversation went on. If Curtis was going to make a move, he would’ve done it by now, surely. But the two of you were clearly just close friends. Why did Bucky keep feeling like this?

As you wrapped up, Curtis slapped his knees with both his hands and went to stand. “Well, I better get going, sun’s starting to get pretty low.”

Curtis and Bucky had been getting along pretty well, so you spoke up. “Well actually, Bucky and I were gonna go to the bar in town tonight. Care to join?”

“Yeah, I’d love to. There are just a few things I’ve gotta check on in the shop first, but I can drop by after. Does that work?”

“For sure. We’ll see you then” You and Bucky shared a small smile before you closed the door behind Curtis and turned back to the mob boss standing in your foyer.

“Ok, Cowboy. Good job today. Go take a shower, we’re going out.” Bucky beamed, which you returned, and he felt a warmth bloom in his chest at your praise.

“Yes, ma’am, Miss Honeybee” you smiled and rolled your eyes as he ran up the steps, following behind to get ready, yourself. He was really glad your mood was starting to turn around.

As Bucky went to his room to gather his clothing, his mind started to drift towards why he cared how you felt. He was just here for business, right? So why did it bother him if you were sad? If anything, he should want you vulnerable to help him come out on top of your business, but something deep inside of him felt more satisfaction when you were winning. He shook the thoughts from his head. Maybe a cold shower could help him sort this out.

Bucky came down the stairs and sat on the couch just as he heard your hair dryer start up. He had gotten ready quickly, throwing on one of his henleys, his nicer jeans, and a pair of boots Sam had sent him this week when he had heard about the whole ‘borrowing clothes situation.’

He shot Steve a text, telling him that the two of you were going out to the bar with Curtis, to which he replied Have fun, Bucket😉.

Ugh, why did he have to tell Steve about that, it was never gonna go away now. Bucky had gotten a call from Steve each evening giving updates on the business, with Bucky doing the same on his end, keeping it short, only noting the highlights and trying to keep his emotions in check and out of the updates. His best friend knew better, though, even if Bucky wasn’t fully aware of the extent of his feelings yet.

Bucky got up and walked around, looking through the photos and knick knacks in your living room, before stopping by the mirror behind your front door and checking his appearance. This look wasn’t what he was used to. He was extremely dressed down compared to the designer suit he’d likely be sporting in one of his clubs if he were back in the city. He hadn’t even bothered to gel his hair because it seemed you didn’t care when he did, plus, he wanted to save that valuable product for a real occasion, no use in wasting it to go slum with a bunch of hillbillies. He looked to the coatrack next to the mirror to see a hat that matched his boots perfectly and plopped it on his head, swaying side to side to see how it looked.

Just then, you started to make your way down the stairs but stopped in your tracks seeing Bucky in that hat. His head snapped up to look at you.

“What? Does this hat make me look dumb?”

You smiled and shook your head.

“No, not at all” Bucky could see tears well up in your eyes, accompanied by sparkles of fondness and, sadness?

“That was my uncle’s hat. He taught me everything I know”

“Oh, I’m so sorry” Bucky went to take the hat off but you stopped him.

“No- it’s okay. It looks good on you. Go ahead and wear it out tonight.”

Bucky looked back at you with a somber nod as you continued back down the stairs, taking a deep breath to settle the emotions that had nearly breached the surface.

Even in this state, you looked gorgeous. Hair flouncing in the breeze that was created as you drifted down the steps, wearing makeup he hadn’t seen since the first time you two had met and a sundress that blew him away. You were gorgeous in all states because you were you. Bucky looked down, kicking his feet, to pull his magnetic glance from you. He’s really gotta switch up the power dynamic here, and if there was one place Bucky could feel at home after a week of embarrassing himself, it was a bar. He grabbed the keys and you followed with an eye roll, getting into the passenger seat of your own truck. He didn’t even know where he was going, but he looked at you with a sly grin. Like for the first time, he had the upper hand, and that would only come from being anywhere but on your farm.

Bucky was a good driver, despite his statements about some guy named ‘Gio’ and grumbles about Sam, who you had met once before. Besides that, the drive was filled with laughs reminiscing all the mishaps he went through that week, well, mostly you laughing, and Bucky doing his best to hold a smirk from showing too obviously, his eyes narrowed at you in contrast.

The two of you pulled into town as you pointed Bucky towards a decent-sized building which housed the bar, still nothing compared to what he was used to. The two of you hopped down from the truck and walked through the front door, which jingled, signaling your entrance.

Bucky was greeted by the smell of old wood and stale beer, the dim atmosphere lit with old neon beer signs and fluorescent lights which hung over the pool tables. You looked back at Bucky as you crossed the threshold where he held the door for you.

“Hey, all I’m saying is, I bet you wouldn’t last a week in my world the way I did in yours.”

You rolled your eyes as you sauntered up to the bar, taking a seat at the corner, Bucky next to you, and a few more empty seats to the other side of him that would hopefully stay that way until Curtis came. As the two of you had walked up to the bar, you had seen a bunch of girls groups whose heads turned, seeing the stranger that was Bucky make his way across the floor. Why couldn’t he be ugly? And why did you let him wear that hat? Bucky didn’t even notice. His eyes were only on you, besides his trained peripheral vision catching the eyes of men whose heads turned towards, doing the same.

“Oh please, Bucket, you hardly made it through this week. I’ve never seen anyone cut their finger on wheat before. How did you even do that? You were literally up on the tractor… wheat should not have been anywhere near your hands, yet you came to me with several paper cut-looking marks. And what do you even do all day? Your hands have calluses but a totally different kind. You can hardly toss a hay bale a story high into the barn loft. I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard for me to just sit at a desk, bark orders, and sign paperwork all day.”

Bucky’s mouth gaped open as he feigned offense and put his hand on his chest.

You flashed a fleeting smile at him in satisfaction as you waved down the

bartender ordering two shots of whiskey and two beers.

“Now just because that’s all you’ve seen me do for work, doesn’t mean that’s all there is to it.”

“Oh really? Please, Bucket, then be my guest…indulge me.”

“Well, if I told you, I’d have to kill you, so take that as one of the common requisites.”

He smirked at you, obviously more comfortable in this bar environment before your phone dinged and it was a message from Curtis.

Hey Y/N. So sorry, something came up at the shop. Rain check?

Yeah, no problem. Hope all is good, see you tomorrow?

Yep! Ty

“Well, looks like Curty boi isn’t joining us, so it’s just you and me, Bucko”

At that moment, the bartender set down the drinks in front of you and you and Bucky took a shot together, ordering an appetizer sampler platter to go with your drinks.

As the two of you nursed your beers, you joked more about Bucky’s farm mishaps and talked about all the men you had turned down from Bucky’s organization to get him out here.

“I’ve gotta be honest, I don’t know how you turned down both Sam and Steve. I’m hardly immune to their charms some days”

You laughed and threw your head back. “It’s not easy. They’ve both got these puppy dog eyes they make when I say ‘no’ to them, but they seemed pretty satisfied with the fact I wanted to see you in person.”

“And why exactly was that? You never quite said”

“Well, at first, it started as a way to delay the deal, but then I realized, if I’m going to be making some major changes to somewhere I consider a sanctuary, I wanna make sure it’s with the right partner” you nudged him with your elbow playfully and Bucky gave you a small grin. “But honestly, if I’m going to do something these days, I wanna do it at the source. I hate hearing important news from third parties, I mean, you’ve seen how I do business. It’s all me at the end of the day. Sure, Curtis helps out, but otherwise, it’s better to deal with things on my own and a few trusted people” you finished that statement breathless from your heated ramble. This didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky at all. Where did that come from? At first, to him, you were just another bug to be squashed in order to get more control over his industry, but did he care now? Did he truly care about what was upsetting you? What caused that hurt you were obviously tampering down? Does this have to do with Jakey?

Bucky hadn’t realized he said that last part out loud until you responded.

“No! Well, maybe? Like, sort of?”

“Can I ask? Can I ask what happened there? Only if you want to share”

“Um… yeah, sure, I guess. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough this week so I think you’ve earned this a little bit.”

You took a deep breath and began. “Jake and I grew up together. We met in kindergarten in school and were instantly close. We were the only two gifted kids in class, so the teacher sent us to the side for extra lessons while the rest of the class learned with her. From that point on, we were inseparable. Two smart little twerps who took on the world together, but our lives were so different. In middle school, I started to take on more responsibility on the farm and he started getting into computers, but we’d still see each other. In high school we started officially dating, and I was so happy to be with someone who I felt like intellectually got me. I think it was the same way for him, too. He’d crack such nerdy jokes, and no one got them but me”

You smiled nostalgically at the memory. “When our senior year came along and my uncle wasn’t doing that well, I applied to more local schools, but he didn’t. We had always talked about going off to college and living together, but he wanted that life to be far away from here, and I had obligations. I got into the local college on a full ride for agriculture and civil engineering, and he decided he’d rather go to MIT for computer science. I asked if he’d be willing to stay since he got into college around here, too, but he said he wanted to be around people who were ‘more like-minded to him.’ As if we hadn’t been the only ones who had understood each other for over a decade.”

Bucky gave you a sullen look as your head fell and you looked down at your hands. He signaled to the bartender for a water and two more rounds of shots.

“I just, I just didn’t understand how he could act like that after so long. So I asked him when he was leaving so I could see him off. We were still friends, after all, but he left without a word. When I saw him again over Christmas break that winter, I felt like he had turned into some overweening, highfalutin, jerkwad. I didn’t really know him anymore, and I had enough to focus on already, so I just kinda stopped talking to him. As you could see today, his mom still comes around, but it’s not really the same. I don’t think she ever really truly saw the way he changed, she’s too caught up in having a son who lives in Silicon Valley now, but apparently he still asks for stuff from the farmers markets.” You shrugged and thanked the bartender for the shots, pounding all four before you excused yourself to the restroom, leaving Bucky to sit there shocked.

He had known where you went to college and how smart you are, but things like what happened with Jake don’t show up on paper. However he clocked you before, you were even stronger than that, because despite how you were hurt, you still wore your heart in your sleeve and showed compassion to everyone around.

You washed your face and looked in the mirror. Sure, that experience with Jake sucked, but it’s been years and you were over it now. Didn’t mean it was fun to relive it all. You decided to go into one of the stalls, the alcohol already kicking in and making you have to pee. You sat down and that’s when you saw it: blood. So that’s the reason for the waterworks all day today. That’s why you felt so tired and couldn’t help tearing up at the slightest things. Luckily the girl in the stall next to you had some products. You cleaned up and washed your hands, forcing a smile in the mirror until it became real, honestly relieved at having a reason for your out-of-character behavior. You headed back out to Bucky in a much more chipper mood and he looked up at you with a quirked brow. He figured you’d taken the time you needed. He was appreciative of you being so open with him, and wasn’t going to question the switch-up since he was just so happy to see you being yourself again after a long day.

“Up for a game of pool, cowboy?”

“Oh, you’re signing up to lose, Honeybee”

“Ok, ok, best four out of seven” Bucky whined as you giggled, whiskey shots catching up to you as you held another beer bottle in your hand. Bucky was hardly affected, he essentially rocked this much alcohol in his system by noon on a daily basis. Just then, his phone rang, and he motioned to show you it was Steve. You gave him a thumbs up and started to rack the balls to set up for the next game.

You watched Bucky walk out the door as you felt a presence looming behind you. You turned around and stood up, eyes tracing up a body dressed in brown hues until you reached a set of blue eyes shaded by a cowboy hat brim.

“Oh, howdy, can I help you?”

“I sure hope so. Can I get you a drink? Two whiskey sours” the stranger yelled over to the bar.

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“My name’s Cole, Cole Turner. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”

He was handsome, there was no denying that, but something seemed off. You plastered your best fake smile on your face. You didn’t need a confrontation tonight, not in your favorite dress. You didn’t want to taint the memory of it because of some rando. Wait. Was he a rando? Where have you heard the name ‘Turner’ before? Before you could continue your train of thought, a waiter came over with your drinks. They were very sweet compared to what you’d had all night, just like his demeanor, which seemed like a thin veil over the surface. You tried to channel your drink’s energy into your words to sweetly reply until you could properly remember who he was through your alcohol-fogged mind.

“Oh, I’m not here alone. I’m here with a friend”

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I don’t see anyone around. You up for a game?”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, he grabbed a pool cue and made a move to break. After that, he was keeping a little too close to you constantly. You did your best to stay kind, but must’ve been sending the wrong signals as he asked you “You wanna get out of here? I’ve got a hotel room down the road.”

In an attempt to change the subject you asked “Oh, so you’re not from around here? What are you doing in town?” Looking towards the door hoping Bucky would be done with his update any minute now.

“Ah, I used to live around here. My family owns a string of dairy farms. I’m here to try and convince these small-town farmers to give up the land.”

Your eyes went wide. Luckily you were facing away from him. He was that Cole Turner. The one whose family ran a packaged beverage empire and prided themselves on squashing the little guy. You were lucky he didn’t seem to recognize you yet, as the last remaining competitor in town. The one he had probably come in to squash. Just then, lost in thought, you felt a hand snake around your waist and you flinched.

“Relax, Honeybee, it’s just me” Bucky whispered in your ear. Your shoulders visibly relaxed as you turned around and threw your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. You pulled away, but not enough for Bucky’s hand to leave your waist, and looked between the two men, grabbing Bucky’s hat and placing it on your head immediately.

“Uh, James, this is Cole. He’s visiting town.”

Bucky reached out his hand Cole shook it. Cole took a large step back after, respecting the hat on your head, and, was he intimidated by Bucky’s stature? Sensing your discomfort, Bucky spoke up. “Nice to meet you. Shame we’re heading out now.”

You grabbed Bucky’s hand, not looking back, and headed straight to the door as quickly as your numb, wobbly legs would take you. Once you were met by the cool, crisp night air, you sighed in relief and rested your forehead on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Thank you for helping me get out of there”

He shuddered at your proximity and the comfort you felt in this type of contact. It felt natural and he never wanted it to stop. With a soft smile and a glance at the top of the hat, he said, “No problem, Honeybee. Let’s get home.”

He helped you get up into the cab of the truck, sliding you across the bench seat before he got in and started it up.

“So what was the deal with the hat? And that guy?”

You yawned and stretched, settling in against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Uh, when a girl takes a guy’s hat and puts it on her head, it means she’s going home with him. And don’t worry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just wanted that guy to get off my back. We can talk more about that later.”

You wiggled to get more comfortable, your hand still in Bucky’s as he used the other to steer the truck down the old country roads. Your eyes fluttered shut as you fell asleep on him. His eyes flickered between you and the road in the headlights ahead. He luckily had a good sense of direction and was able to remember how to get home from your instructions earlier.

When he pulled into your gravel driveway, your were sound asleep, softly snoring, drool having dripped onto his Henley, but he didn’t mind at all. He lifted you out of the truck and carried you up the steps, taking off your boots before tucking you into bed for the night.

Next >

Bonus A/N: so where I’m from, “Turner’s” really is a beverage empire and they make really good products. I just figured I can’t make a farm AU without putting Cole in it, no matter how inaccurate to character.

Series taglist:

@scuzmunkie

@openup-yourmind

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

[the-iceni-bitch]

Oh god, titles are always the last thing I do so the names are so basic but okay!

Red and Peach Meet Cute (Amazon Natasha and short!curvy fem reader NLLYL -The City)

Bachelor Weekend (Ninja/Blondie (platonic) and Ari/Ransom (SMUT) NLLYL)

Rookie Beefcake (detective!bottom Bucky Barnes and top!younger male reader NLLYL - The City)

Sleazy Rockstar and Boy toy Meet Cute (rockstar!Thor and younger/nerdy/shy/tall male!reader with Carol cameo NLLYL - The City)

Drug lord Thor Anniversary (mob!Thor x fem!reader VA)

Mob Stucky Fuck Around (mob!Stucky x fem!reader VA)

DILF Steve Wedding (dilf!Steve Rogers and tattoo artist!fem Reader GPCLD)

Ninja and Puppy Wedding (Ransom Drysdale and fem!reader NLLYL)

Bear and Cubby first date (Ari Levinson and Jake Jensen NLLYL)

Gem and Blondie Move In (Ransom Drysdale and Jake Jensen NLLYL - Before)

Mr Freezy All Out War (Bobby and Kitten PP)

Nick and hellcat “meet cute” (Nick Fowler and fem!reader PP)

Chopper and Siren meet cute (Curtis Everett and prostitute fem!reader PP)

Holidays with the Daddies (Ari Levinson and Lloyd Hansen and fem!reader AOTU)

Do as You’re Told (Alpha!Curtis Everett and Omega!fem reader TEF - STSL)

Alpha!Andy intro (Alpha!Andy Barber and Omega!fem reader, IHDCFMICHMHM - STSL)

Dance Dad Curtis (single dilf!Curtis Everett and ballerina!fem reader)

Tagging @afriendlyblackhottie @howdoyousleep3 @fandomfluffandfuck @onsunnyside @slothspaghettiwrites @syntheticavenger @galatially @honeystevie and anyone else who wants to join!

The WIPs Ask Game

thank you for tagging me @imyourbratzdollI 

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it

All or Nothing at All (Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers)

Blackberry Winter (Cole Turner)

Cicadas Dancing Soft & Sweet (Hal Carter)

Hear That Whippoorwill (Steve Rogers)

I Love You Like Crazy, Girl (Ari Levinson)

The Man That You Made (Bucky Barnes)

Nothing Left to Prove (Mickey Henry & Frank Adler)

My Prairie Song (Bucky Barnes)

The One to Sacrifice (Johnny Storm)

The Original Dolls (Multiple)

Pistol By My Side (August Walker)

Red Riding Hood (Geralt of Rivia)

Step Into My Ride (Ransom Drysdale & Destroyer!Chris)

Taking My Heart (Mike Weiss)

Wayfaring Stranger (Lee Bodecker)

Wake Up Call (Napoleon Solo & Ryan Ackerman)

The Whiskey on Your Breath (multiple)

Tagging: @saiyanprincessswanie @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @kthynes @the-iceni-bitch @luxeavenger @fineanddandy @lokislastlove

[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

that time of year

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; intimidation, guns, threats of violence, cuckish behaviour.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features mob!Ransom Drysdale and Jake Jensen x reader. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You get invited unexpectedly to a holiday party by a friend but the night’s about to take an even more unexpected turn.

This is for @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ hoe-liday challenge! My prompts were Ransom + "sweetheart, that dress just got you added to the naughty list." + repaying a debt with sex

Note: Hope you enjoy this festive fuckery, hehehe.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

warning graphics by @its-just-may​

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

It’s sweet of Jensen to ask you. Really. He knows you don’t have any plans for the holiday. No family to go visit and no particular attachment to the time of year. Plus, you owe him one. He took several viruses off your laptop and made your virtual life much less stressful.

Deep down, you also know he has no one else to ask. He wasn’t exactly subtle in offering his plus one spot to you or mentioning that everyone would have one. What he kept mysterious is who exactly is throwing the shindig or why they invited him. He isn’t exactly a social butterfly, as much as he tries. No judgment, you aren’t either.

The dark blue velvet is your little holiday treat to yourself, tiny faux diamonds set into the dress, a slit to mid-thigh that makes you feel more sophisticated than you are. The event justifies the impulse purchase as you slip your feet into a pair of silver heels to match. You’ll be chilly but isn’t that the cost of looking good?

As you check your reflection one last time, you hear the electric chime of your doorbell. You swipe up your phone to view through the lens and find Jensen bouncing on his feet as he waits.

“Who is it?” you say playfully.

“Hurry up and let me in, my toes are cold,” he whines.

You laugh and shuffle away, carefully descending in your heels as you grip the railing. You aren’t exactly graceful even though your outfit gives a different impression. You tap to the door and turn the lock back as you let Jensen in.

He slides in on his soles and stops short as he sees you. His brows rise and he clears his throat, fixing the knot of his tie, though it’s not exactly straight when he finishes. You tut and and shoo his hands away.

“Gosh,” you unloop his tie, “you know they have about a dozen videos on Youtube on how to tie it yourself. Nice Windsor knot and all.”

“Well…” He looks down and watches your hands work, “I don’t see a tie on you.”

“Pfft,” you scoff and pull down his tie so it lays neatly down his dress shirt. You’re not a fan of the brown of his jacket and the teal of the silk but he’s not exactly a beacon of style, “I told you I was wearing blue.”

“It’s blue,” he runs his fingers along his tie.

“You’re colour blind,” you roll your eyes.

He chuckles and shoves his hands in his pocket, the black coat over his brown jacket pushed open as he gives a sheepish smile, “you look… nice.”

“Thanks, not too bad yourself now I prettied you up,” you joke, “so, I still have no idea about this thing? Should I bring something? My boss gave me a bottle of prosecco instead of a raise.”

“No, I think it’s fine,” he says, “it’s, um, a charity thing.”

“Charity? So a donation?” you wonder as you slide open your closet and take out your houndstooth coat; talk about tacky.

“Everything’s taken care of,” he promises, “but we should get going.”

“Right, well, I gotta go grab my phone,” you pull on your coat, “you’re driving right?”

“Yep, I’ll just go warm up the car,” he fidgets with his pocket, “you really do look… um, good.”

“Alright, I’m going,” you pout and head for the stairs, “don’t need to bribe me with your empty compliments.”

He opens his mouth but he keeps from arguing. He nods and turns awkwardly back to the door.

“I’ll wait for you,” he pulls it open and steps outside, leaving you to make the perilous climb in your steep heels.

🥂

You check your coat and keep your clutch under your arm as you enter the large hall. The party, more so a gala or what you imagine those to be, is sparkling with white strings of light and golden champagne. You glance at Jensen. You don’t exactly expect him to have friends in high places.

Servers in sleek tuxedo uniforms hand out long-stemmed glasses and offer hors d’oevres from their golden trays. You take a drink and a stuffed mushroom. You chew to keep busy and sip the champagne with a little too much zeal. Jensen spills his down his jacket and tries to play it off.

The pluck of harps and the dulcet tone of piano hum in the air as a live band in silk and satin plays on a low stage draped in ivory and a felt table stands ready for the deep coffers of guests. You feel entirely out of place, especially on the arm of the man next to you.

“Um, Jake,” you turn to him and take another gulp of bubbles, “how exactly did you get an invite to this?”

“Er, I know a guy,” he glances around.

“I feel like a sore thumb,” you utter, “I mean, these women are wearing designer gowns and I’m wearing a mall rag I could barely afford.”

“You look good,” he says promptly, “very good. I mean it. Plus, just take a look at me, if I’d known tuxes were to be expected–”

“Jakey boy,” a voice cuts through the din and you turn on your heel to face the approaching man in a burgundy jacket. He offers his hand and Jake shakes it as his chest puffs and he holds his breath, “I was starting to think you were cutting out on me again.”

“Not at all,” Jensen exhales, “I was just looking for you.”

“Mhmm,” the man peeks over at you, his blue eyes are almost the same shade as Jensen’s and he has an oddly similar shape to his jaw. He was Jensen if he had a trust fund and charisma, “you brought a date?”

“Uh, oh,” Jensen glances over at you as your ankle almost bends beneath you, “yeah–”

“Ransom,” the man curtails the awkward introduction and offers you his hand, “I am the host of this little… soiree.”

You give him your name as you balance your champagne in your other. He notices as he releases you and takes the glass from you lithely.

“You look like you need a refill,” he snaps his fingers and turns as a server approaches, he switches out your glass for a new one and hands it back, “here you are. Now, Jakey, we got some catching up to do. First, I need to make the rounds so you and you’re… lady get yourselves something to munch on and we’ll connect later, say…” he checks his golden rolex, “twenty minutes. Just go back through there–” he points, “behind the stage. You’ll see Danny, he’ll get you sorted.”

“Sure, uh, you know I told you next month I’d–”

“Not here, Jakey,” he pinches his cheek like a child, “bring the girl.” He smirks between the two of you, “nice meeting ya, sweetheart. I’ll catch up with you real soon.”

“Um, alright,” you look over at Jensen in confusion.

“He’s a good guy,” Ransom slaps Jensen’s shoulder, “really, I just wanna get to know you. You know, those we keep close are the best marker of character.”

“Sure, he’s nice, uh–” you flinch as he lightly touches your arm and leans in to kiss your cheek.

“Excuse me, sweetheart,” he lets his fingers trail down your arm before he turns away, calling out to another man as his rich voice carries over the party.

“That was… weird,” you say and swig down champagne.

“He’s like that,” Jensen says and he rubs his neck, “I’m sorry. He makes me nervous. Kinda why I asked you to come.”

“Of course,” you mutter, “can’t suffer alone, right?”

“No, he’s cool,” Jensen insists, “he’s just really confident. And a bit scary.”

“So what exactly are you chatting about, anyhow? Seems real urgent. Isn’t this a party?” you wrinkle your nose.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” he says, “you can hang back.”

“No, I’ll go with you,” you assure him, “don’t really wanna be in a room full of strangers alone.”

🥂

The second glass of champagne has you a bit tipsy. Not a good combination with your heels but you hang onto Jensen to keep from slipping. He leads you across the room and you catch his lingering gaze at the poker table. He was always one for a game of chance but it was usually just a careless gamble on a sports game or who could balance a book on their head the longest.

A dark-haired man greets you on the other side of the stage and Jensen tells him Ransom sent him. He leads you into an attached room, a sort of office, with a green leather chair and large mahogany desk. It feels like some sort of movie about underhanded mafiosos.

“Fancy,” you say as the door shuts and you detach from Jensen to sit on the low couch, a table with a crystal decanter and dark liquor beside it, “ugh, it feels good to get off my feet.”

You stretch out your legs and roll your ankles around as you groan and put down your clutch. Jensen paces and considers a golden globe closely as he leans over the desk. You notice how he wipes his sweaty palm on his pant leg.

“You okay?” you ask.

“Fine, I just… wanna get this over with.”

“You sure it’s alright I came?” you cross one leg over the other.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” he says, “you’re not the issue.”

“Is there something going on?” you arch a brow.

“No, just, I don’t know, feel like a dweeb around these guys,” he sighs, “always the nerd, right?”

“So, find someone you do fit in with,” you say, “who even is this guy? I mean, he’s not exactly the D and D type.”

“God, you think I’m just a geek, don’t you?” he pouts as he turns.

“No, I didn’t mean it like tha– Jensen, look who you’re talking to,” you plead, “I’m just saying, this isn’t high school. You don’t need to fit in and this guy, well he just seems like a pompous jock. Those guys are the lamest.”

You hear low voices and quiet. Jensen shakes his and blows out a breath as he glances at the door. Ransom steps through and his cheek twitches as he sees you first, only looking at Jensen as he shuts the door after him. He raises his chin as he strides across the room and evades the other man.

“Early, for once, Jakey boy,” Ransom says as he nears the cabinet in the cornet, glass peeking in a crystal glasses. He takes out two and sets them beside the decanter. He fills both and hands you one. You accept it awkwardly. “Sorry, I didn’t even ask,” he turns to Jake and takes a drink, “you want some?”

Jensen shakes his head and sniffs. He faces the other man as his glasses obscure his eyes, though you can tell he’s on edge by the way his throat constricts.

“I’m gonna venture a guess and say you two aren’t… together,” Ransom leans on the desk, lifting one leg as he points between you, whiskey swishing in his glass.

“N-no,” you answer as Jensen remains quiet.

“Go on and drink, sweetheart,” Ransom urges, “it’s good stuff. Goes down well with the champagne.”

You squint, confused, but do as he says.

“She doesn’t have to be here for this,” Jensen says softly, “please.”

“You brought her, Jakey boy,” Ransom shrugs.

“I told you, I’ll have the money next month,” Jensen grovels, “I came, right, that shows I’m not trying to cut out–”

“You owe me,” Ransom insists, “and I’ve forgiven enough of your shit. My patience has never been very long but you’ve stretched it further than anyone. You came, you know what’s owed, so don’t act so surprised.”

You shift nervously and put down the glass. Just the smell of the alcohol is making you queasy.

“What’s going on?” you eke out.

“Don’t worry, I’m about to explain. For both of you, first, Jakey, have a seat,” he gestures to the chair to your left.

“Let her leave, please,” Jensen says.

“Sit down,” Ransom repeats firmly, “don’t make me make you.”

Jensen cringes and slowly makes his way to the chair. He lowers himself and you stand suddenly, a trickle of fear down your spine. Ransom stops you and catches your shoulders.

“Now, where are you off to? We’re just getting settled in,” his eyes drift down and he clicks his tongue.

“Jake,” you utter and look at Jensen. Ransom grabs your chin and makes you face him.

“Let me explain then,” he pushes you down and you sit weakly. He kneels and places his hands just above your knees, rubbing the velvet of your skirt, “sweetheart, that dress got you added to the naughty list.”

“I don’t–”

“Shh,” he hushes you, “you see, Jakey boy likes to gamble and he was winning big. On a streak really but you know those always gotta come to an end and what do you know, his luck runs out. Money too. Now he’s overdue,” his hands trail up and he squeezes your thighs painfully, “and he hasn’t paid me. He just keeps promising and promising,” his fingers poke at you and you whimper as you grab at his hands, “and he thinks he can just keep on telling me next month, well, that’s not how this shit works. If he doesn’t pay, I find something of equal value–”

“You’re hurting me,” you gasp as you try to peel his fingers away.

“Stop–” Jensen slides forward and grabs Ransom’s arm.

Ransom rises and knocks Jensen back with an elbow. He strikes him with the back of his hand and deflects the response. He shoves Jensen back into the chair and reaches to grab you by the back of your neck. He forces you to your feet so you struggle in your heels.

“Do it again, Jakey, and I start breaking her fingers,” he snarls, “don’t make this harder than it needs to be. You’ve already dragged me through the fucking shit.”

“Please,” you beg as you stand on tiptoes.

“Now, sweetheart, don’t get premature, we’ll get to the part where you scream,” he taunts as he reaches for his belt. He takes out a handgun and points it at Jensen before he can stand again, “your choice, Jakey, I can blow her brains out,” he puts the muzzle to your temple, “or I can blow her back out.”

“Don’t hurt her,” Jensen quavers.

“Oh, I can make her feel real good,” he moves the gun around your chin as he pulls you against him, his hand snaking around your neck, “but the best part is, you get to see it all.”

“Please,” Jensen gulps.

“I tried, Jakey, I really did, and I didn’t want it to turn out like this,” Ransom continues as he wiggles his crotch against you, “but you didn’t have to bring her and flaunt that ass in front of me.”

Jensen sniffles and lowers his chin.

“Please, don’t–” you squeak.

“Now, sweetheart, I feel you shaking with anticipation so let’s not play innocent,” he slips the gun down your front, over your chest and stomach, and pushes along your vee, “do what I say and you and the boy walk out… maybe with a slight limp.”

You swallow and nod. He snickers and carefully lets you go as he takes the gun away. He steps back and points it at Jensen.

“Jakey boy, you keep your eyes on the girl and sweetheart, as much as I love the way that dress looks on you, it’s comin’ off,” he chirps, “turn around."

You shake as you obey, senseless as the fear overflows and burns in your veins. You flinch as you feel him step closer and he pinches the tab of your zipper and draws it down until your dress slackens. You catch the front and he hums.

"Ah, let it go," he orders and you do as he bids, shimmying free of the velvet sheath. "Good, now, sweetheart, come over on the couch and sit." He steps back and you move cautiously back to the couch and lower yourself, "put those legs nice and wide."

You bite the inside of your lip and spread your knees. He smirks and you watch him round his desk and lock his gun in the top drawer.

"Now, let me warn you, Jakey, Danny's watching that door so don't think me putting this away is your out," he intones as he slips his jacket down his arms, "is it worse you never got it in her?"

He drapes his jacket from the back of Jensen's chair and rubs his hands together, "now pay attention, you might learn something."

He rolls his sleeves up and nears the couch. You press yourself to the back and he kneels between your legs. You wince as he tickles your thighs and keeps you from bringing your knees together as he moves closer.

His hands crawl up and he frames your hips. He urges you forward and swipes his hands under your ass. He pulls your legs over his shoulders as you slip down on the couch.

"Please," you murmur as your terror bubbles over, "please--"

"Sweetheart, I'm being nice," he purrs, "let's not spoil it."

"Ransom--" Jensen sputters.

"Sit there and shut up!" Ransom snaps, "remember, how this happens is up to you. You want me to be mean, you keep talking."

You grasp the couch as you try not slip further. You shy away as Ransom turns back to you and smirks. You see him bite his lip before he dips his head down and trails a hand up to tug your panties aside.

“Now why did we choose these ones, hmm?” he teases as he rubs the lacy black panties, “maybe she does like you, Jakey.”

His hot breath tickles you and you gasp as suddenly his lips brush against your folds. His cool tongue delves down and flicks over your clit. You exhale wispily and clench your teeth as you squeeze your eyes shut. You push your head back and your fingers curl as he seals his mouth around your bud and sucks. The pressure pinpoints at the tip of his tongue as he swirls it around.

“Go…d…” you mutter senselessly as your legs hook wantingly around his shoulders.

He hums and it sends a thrill through you unlike anything you’ve felt before. He turns his hand and traces two fingertips along your cunt. He runs them up and down as he keeps lapping at you thirstily. He prods firmly against your entrance and slowly you stretch around his invasion.

He chuckles as he sinks in to his knuckles and you moan. Even with just his fingers, you feel full. Your walls squeeze him as you tilt your hips unthinkingly and welcome his touch. He bends his fingers and rocks his hand as he sloppily drinks you up.

Your thighs are alight as he plucks at you and the coil winds around his fingers. You pant as your hand shoots down and pushes his head down desperately. You’re almost there, so close. Your hips move without permission and you ride his face over the edge of bliss.

You cry out pathetically as you latch onto the couch above your head, your other hand still twined in Ransom’s thick but finely cut hair. He urges you through the ripples of delight but doesn’t stop, even as you’re weak and squirming. He pushes his fingers even deeper, shaking his hand as he growls against your cunt.

You whine and bare your teeth as your lashes snap open. You can hardly breathe as he coaxes you past the point of pleasure. It’s so good it hurts, yet you want more. Your hips buck uncontrollably and your head lolls. Your drooping eyes meet Jensen’s, his jaw tensed as his eyes glisten but he won’t look away.

You turn your head and shame and try to push Ransom away. He looks up at you and winks, drawing back and wiping away the string of spit that hangs from his lips. He licks away the shimmer on his lips as he lets your legs fall off of his shoulders and stands.

“Mmm, nice warm up, huh, Jakey boy,” Ransom mocks as he grins at the other man, “sweetheart, take those tits out for him. I’m sure he’s been dying to see them.”

Your lips part but you clamp them shut just as quickly. You swallow and push yourself up, reaching back to unhook your bra. It slumps down your arms and you let it drop down to the floor. Ransom comes closer and fondles your tit, pinching your nipple as it grows hard and pointy. You squeak and he snickers.

“Get up on your knees,” he bends to tap the couch beside you, “facing him, sweetheart.”

You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest, mortified. He sighs and grabs your elbow, wrenching you up and around. You fight him, helplessly, as he gets you onto your knees. He forces your hands flat onto the leather and holds them there.

“Now, you’ve been a good girl and I’ve treated you nice, haven’t I?” he slithers, “so let’s not make this any harder… He’s got nice teeth, I’d hate to break them.”

“Please,” you whimper as he slowly straightens and slaps your ass so you exclaim.

“Please what?” he says as he slips he rolls your panties down your legs, “please fuck you?”

You sniff and hold in another whine. Your panties twist down to your knees and he climbs up behind you, stretching the fabric as he urges your legs apart with his. He gropes your ass, groaning as he does and slaps it again.

“Fine piece, Jakey,” he says, “don’t know how you held out so long.”

His hands leave your ass and you hear a metal clink. You catch Jensen’s eye again and drop your chin down to hide your face. Fabric rustles against you as Ransom shifts behind you. He snakes his arm down and grazes your stomach with his large hand. He bends over you as he slides his fingers down to your cunt and lines his cock up from behind.

“Look at him, sweetheart,” he growls against your hair, “now!”

You raise your head and you stare at Jensen blankly. You grit your teeth and dig your nails into the leather couch. Ransom enters you, an inch at a time, a long exhale as he gets deeper and deeper. As he reaches his limit, you’re shaking, overwhelmed by the fullness.

“Mmmm, look at her, vibrating for me, huh?” Ransom rasps, “shit, she’s fucking tight.” He jerks his hips so you squeal, “or maybe I’m fucking big, huh, sweetheart?”

You hum and nod as you suck in your bottom lip. You can barely see straight as you resist rolling your eyes back. He twirls his fingers around your clit as he begins to thrust, long and careful, drawing out the friction. Your moans betray you and escape you in quivery breaths.

“She smells good,” Ransom nuzzles your shoulder as he speeds up, “mmm.”

He sits back as he loops his other arm around you and takes you back with him, lifting you against his lap as he moves your body. He bounces you against him, fingers dancing on your bud as his other hand grips your chin and he pokes two fingers into your mouth. You murmur and puff as he slams into you from below.

“Shit, happy holidays to me, Jakey, this is a hell of a gift,” he sneers and nips at your shoulder.

You hang limply from his grasp as he fucks you, your body his toy as he plays with you in front of another. You reach back blindly and grip his open belt as you drone. You quake as you cum again, spasming wildly as he carries his motion.

“Look at her, what’s that, three, four times? Hard to keep count,” Ransom says through shallow breaths, “shit, I think I might just cum, sweetheart.” He keeps his pace and grunts. “Jakey, should I cum in her, hmm? Maybe on these tits?” He slips his hand down and cups your chest, “better hurry up and decide.”

Jensen doesn’t answer. You hear a smothered sob and Ransom pulls you down as his hips jerk against you. He swears as his body tenses and his rhythm turns spasmic. He sinks to his limit and hugs you against him, stilling you as he spills into your cunt hotly. He hangs his head as his damp breath clings to your hair.

He lifts you off of him and lets you fall onto your stomach. He gets to his feet and tuts as you roll onto your side and hug yourself, shivering and shaking from the heat still coursing in your veins. He chuckles as he nears Jake and pulls the fabric square from his jacket pocket. He steps back and wipes his shining cock.

“That’s the interest, Jakey boy,” Ransom says, “I still expect the rest. Next week, or I come find you.” He crumples the black silk and tosses it, “Maybe I’ll get to her first.”

“I… next week,” Jensen croaks and you look at him, his face red with streaked tears, “I’ll have the money.”

“Well, damn,” Ransom zips up and checks his watch, “I was almost looking forward to more.”

He swipes his jacket from the back of the chair and pulls it on as he struts to the door. He pauses and glances back, his hand on the knob.

“Get her cleaned up, Jakey,” Ransom orders, “you gotta walk her outta here. If she can even stand.”

He turns and opens the door, shutting it sharply behind him as the din of the next room seeps in briefly. You huff and push yourself up. You refuse to glance at Jake as you stand and scoop up your dress. You slip into it and scoop up your undergarments.

“I’m sorry,” Jensen utters.

“Don’t,” you sniff and try to smooth out the dress, “I just wanna go.”