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for so long as you live
pairing: mafia!bucky barnes x female reader
summary: the fearsome boss of new york city's russian mob proves a point about who you belong to
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), very mild dubcon, intoxication, fingering (f receiving), public play, finger sucking, choking, breathplay, very mild blood kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (printsessa), very possessive bucky
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a/n: i wrote this for @the-slumberparty's emoji game using these: đâ€ïžđ„ i hope the plot twist in this actually works (idk if it counts as a PLOT twist but whatever). i just hope it's surprising but still makes sense!!! also all the russian words are from google translate so if any are wrong, let me know and i'll fix them (translations are down at the bottom because one is a spoiler!) anyway i hope y'all enjoy!!
It was a warm summer night in New York City, the kind where even the breeze was pleasant enough that you didnât resist when a balmy gust slipped beneath the hem of your short white dress and slid up your legs, tickling the soft skin of your thighs.Â
Neither did you resist when the breeze was chased by the searching hand of Bucky Barnes, his fingers skimming up your smooth skin as he curled his body around yours in the back booth of the late night Brooklyn pizza parlor.
The front door of the shop was open, and all manner of drunken Brooklynites traipsed over the threshold, intent on ordering a greasy slice that would soak up some of the alcohol in their stomachs. The crowd was loud and rowdy and thankfully unobservant, because you were painfully aware that any one of them could very easily catch you with Buckyâs hand up your skirt.Â
The back booth wasnât nearly dark enough, nor secluded enough to hide you entirely from view, but the insistent desire and warming liquor pounding in your blood made it difficult to care.Â
Buckyâs fingers slid another inch up your thigh, pressing between your soft curves until they found the wetness that had dripped from your folds and made a mess under your skirt. His rumbling chuckle felt like another warm, summer breeze, suffusing you in a heat that burned from the inside out.Â
Your thighs fell open of their own accord, giving Bucky unfettered access to the place that ached for his touch, even as a protesting whine worked its way up your throat.
âBuckyâŠâ you mewled, your reticence clear in your tone. Your fingers closed around the sinewy forearm that was disappearing up your skirt, intent on pulling him away from your soaking heat. Your nails dug into his golden skin when his other hand darted out and grabbed you by the throat.Â
With his thumb pressed to the hinge of your jaw, he turned your face to him, a warning sparkling in his ice blue eyes. A thrum of fear and excitement churned low in your belly at the way Bucky was looking at youâlike you were prey, and he was a predator who had already decided he was going to eat you for dinner.
âI hope you werenât about to tell me not to touch this pussy, printsessa,â Bucky rumbled, his voice deep and low like an oncoming thunderstorm. His hand wedged between your thighs beneath your skirt, shoving your legs wider so that he could cup your bare heat in his palm. âI hope you havenât forgotten who this cunt belongs to.âÂ
Your breath was coming in short, rabbity pants, your heart racing in your chest and your blood pounding in your veins like you were running for your life. But your mind knew what your body did notâit would be pointless to run from Bucky Barnes.Â
The Zimniy Soldat was the most feared boss in the cityâs Russian mafia, a fact youâd learned the hard way when your father had paid off his debts by giving you to Bucky.Â
Buckyâs gaze bore into your own as he pushed two fingers into your tight channel, his eyes watching hungrily as your face went slack with pleasure.Â
âIâll touch you whenever I want,â he growled, dragging his fingers back and plunging them into you again slowly, his eyes never straying from your face. âIâll fuck you whenever I wantâwhere ever I want.âÂ
His other hand held you pinned to the leather booth by your throat, your body responding so eagerly to his touch that it felt like a betrayal. His thumb and forefinger pressed into the sides of your neck making your pussy spasm around his fingers.Â
Your body proved Buckyâs point before he made it as he rumbled, âThis cunt belongs to me, printsessa.âÂ
You hadnât said a word since his name, but your slow submission was clear in every little movement of your bodyâyour thighs spreading even wider for Buckyâs hand, your limbs loosening and melting into his hold, your lips falling open in a soundless moan as he fingerfucked you. Bucky owned you, and you both knew it.Â
And he relished your submission, even if you hadnât quite accepted his possession of you yet. But you would.
The victorious smile that curved Buckyâs mouth was sharp and dangerous as a knife. When he spoke, though, his voice was as warm as the balmy summer breeze.Â
âGood girl,â he murmured, âgive yourself to me.â The ice in his eyes was slowly but surely melting as he watched pleasure dance across your face, his smile widening into something hot and hungry. âThis life of yours is mine now, printsessa, but if youâre a good girl for me, I can make sure itâs filled with pleasure and happiness,â he purred, his lips brushing against the apple of your cheek, their softness followed by the rough scrape of his scruff.Â
Bucky slid a third finger into your tight hole, stretching you wider and making you bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from crying out in pain-edged pleasure. Your chest heaved with the effort to stay quiet and, unbidden, a tear slipped from the corner of your eye while blood pooled on your lip.Â
But Bucky never stopped fucking you with his fingers, his hand working your body expertly as the soft, wet sounds of your obscenely sopping cunt reached your ears. Instead, the Zimniy Soldat kissed the tear from your cheek and licked the blood from your swollen lip, pulling back to stare into your eyes as he watched you come undone for him.Â
âYou are mine,â he said with a tone of finality, as if his statement was an incontrovertible fact. Any protest you mightâve hadâthough in truth, you didnât have any leftâdied in your throat as he choked you harder, his fingers working your pussy faster, grinding the heel of his palm into your wet, puffy clit as he continued on, pushing you to the edge of your release. âMoya printsessa, moya zhena.âÂ
You felt Buckyâs ringâyour husbandâs ringâsmooth and unyielding and warm from his skin, slip inside your cunt as he buried his fingers in your body. He rubbed your clit ruthlessly until he made you come right there in the back of the pizza parlor, not caring if anyone in the crowded shop could see it.
Your left hand, bedecked in a dazzling white sapphire ring and matching wedding band, wrapped around the back of Buckyâs neck, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to the most dangerous man in all of New York City while he made you come harder than you ever had before. Pleasure tore through your body as you held Buckyâs warm blue gaze, staring at the man whoâd staked his claim on you.
The man youâd married only a few hours prior because it was the only way to settle your fatherâs debts.
âGood girl, good fucking girl,â Bucky growled, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm, his eyes watching you hungrily, greedily.
Already, you could read him well enough to know he was thinking about watching you come on his cock as he claimed you in the most base, primal way possible. Your pussy clenched harder on his fingers at the thought, your body aching for it even as you came.
âCome all over your husbandâs fingersâsee how good I can be to you when you obey me, printsessa.âÂ
Your teeth had sunk deep into your lower lip to quell any sounds of ecstasy, but the pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and you threw your head back. Your breathy cry was muffled by Buckyâs fingers choking your throat harder, which only wrung even more bliss out of your body as black crept into the edges of your vision.Â
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, your husbandâs relentless touch dragging out your release until your strangled moans devolved into desperate whimpers. Tears gathered in your lashes, and your entire body trembled in the red leather booth at the back of the pizza parlor.
Only then did Bucky relent. âThatâs my good girl,â he murmured before his lips slammed down on yours, his mouth claiming yours just as surely as his fingers had claimed your cunt.Â
He swallowed the keening whine you let out when he pulled his fingers from your throbbing pussy, your body aching at the loss of him. But then he replaced his mouth with them, pushing his fingers between your lips so you could taste your releaseâthe release heâd wrung so masterfully from your body.
âClean up your mess, moya zhena,â Bucky rumbled, his eyes sparkling with depraved delight as you dutifully licked his fingers clean.
When he decided you were done, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let you collapse against his chest, your cheek pressed to his white cotton dress shirtâthe one heâd worn to your wedding earlier that day.Â
His jacket had been shed at some point during the party at one of his nightclubsâa club decorated in neon red hearts. Bucky had smirked in amusement when youâd pointed out the irony of celebrating your forced marriage in a place where the theme was love.Â
That infuriating smirk had made you decide the best way to celebrate your sham nuptials was to drink and dance the night away. Youâd spent your night trying not to notice how handsome the mob boss youâd married was, or how delicious he looked with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Or how a very small part of you enjoyed the way his eyes never strayed from you for long.Â
It had been your idea to get some pizza after the club, a last ditch attempt to put off the wedding night you were certain Bucky expected. You kept telling yourself you didnât want him to touch you, but the second his fingers had grazed your bare knee beneath the simple white dress you wore, tingles of pleasure going straight to your clit, youâd known it was no use pretending you didnât want your new husband.Â
When your father told you heâd arranged for you to marry the Zimniy Soldat in exchange for having his debts cleared, you never believed you could find anything to like about your mob boss husband. But Bucky had proven you very wrong in that back booth in the pizza parlor, and you were warming up to the idea of being Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes.
âTell me youâre mine, printsessa,â Bucky rumbled, drawing your thoughts back to the present moment. His lips pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head where it was tucked under his chin, and your heart flipped happily in your chest.
The words were no less a command for the warmth in his tone that he seemed to reserve for only you, his new wife.Â
Perhaps it was because of the pleasure still thrumming through your body, or because you werenât so convinced anymore that being married to the Zimniy Soldat would be a bad thing, but the words came much easier to your lips than you wouldâve expected.Â
âIâm yours, my husband.âÂ
A pleased sound rumbled in Buckyâs throat and you felt the way his heart beat harder in his chest with your cheek pressed to his sternum. You couldnât help the small smile that curved your lips when Bucky threaded the fingers of his left hand through yours, your matching rings slotting next to each other and glittering beneath the yellow lights of the pizza parlor.
âYouâll be happy with me,â Bucky promised, the most recent of many vows heâd made to you that day. His words rang with determination and an emotion youâd never expected to hear from the mob bossâadoration. âSo long as you always remember you belong to me, moya zhena.âÂ
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at his possessive words, finding yourself liking them much more than you wouldâve thought.Â
Something told you that youâd never forget you belonged to Bucky Barnes. Not at any point during the hopefully long and happy life you were going to live with him. You were his wife, and he was your husband, for so long as you both should live.
translations:
printsessa/moya printsessa - princess/my princess
Zimniy Soldat - Winter Soldier
moya zhena - my wife
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Mafia!Buckyâs Girl gets Arrested
Mafia!Buckyâs Girl Arrested Moodboard
Warning:Police Brutality, DD/LG dynamics and Daddy Kink, Protective Bucky and Mafia!Bucky (which is its own warning)
She always knew that it was a possibility but it never really crossed her mind as something that was going to happen. Ever since getting with her Mob Boss boyfriend, the man who had decided she belonged to him the second he set eyes on her and stalked her relentlessly until she finally agreed to be his girl, she had almost always been right by his side.
Bucky knew that Y/n was as loyal as they come and he didnât doubt her love for him or her dedication for even a second, but he still didnât want her out of his sight. There are plenty of men out there who want to hurt James Barnes and he refuses to see his Princess be a victim of an idiot with a vendetta or to even see an ounce of pain on her perfect face.
This day however, it was unavoidable.
Bucky had a delivery that needed to be picked up and he had to oversee it personally, something he wouldnât bring his girl along for and so he gave her a Black Amex that he had just for her and dropped her off at her favorite outlet. He knew that she could shop around there for hours and that she gladly would until he picked her up later that evening.
âStay in public Princess, donât go anywhere outside of this outlet, understand?â Bucky warned, opening her car door and helping her out.
âYes Buck, I promise I will stay here. You know Iâll shop for a few outfits before ending up in the bookstore for the rest of the time.â She teased making the notoriously angry Mob Boss smile. He had recently cleared out an entire bedroom in his mansion and lined it with wall to wall bookshelves so that she could have her own perfect reading room. She was fixing it up exactly how she wanted to make it perfect and was spending a lot of his money to give herself a library, apparently needing 1000 books before it actually counted as one (not that he minded spending money on her, especially not for something that made her so happy and often inspired new things to try in the bedroom thanks to her Dark Romance books).
âThatâs where I will pick you up, okay? Iâll text you when Iâm finished and you meet me here, okay?â
âYes Daddy.â She teased, knowing how much he loved it when she called him that as she pulled him down to her by his suit jacket and pressed her lips to his. âYouâd better make sure youâre done all your work by the time you pick me up because youâre all mine for the next 2 days.â
âYes maâam. I promised you a nice, quiet weekend just the two of us and I meant it.â With all the extra time Bucky had been working after one of his biggest allies was arrested, he needed to make it up to his Princess and he had sworn that after the delivery he was all hers for the entire weekend. âIâll see you soon Babygirl.â With that he kissed her nose and hopped back into the car, leaving his girl to shop for the afternoon.
Y/n spent about 2 hours in her favorite stores getting several outfits and even stopping to pick up a few new lingerie sets that she knew her Daddy would love before entering the bookstore. By the time she had been there for an hour she had purchased 11 books and could be found sitting in a chair by the window with a hot chocolate and a muffin, reading to her hearts content. And that is exactly where they found her.
âY/n L/n?â Y/n looked up to see a small women with her hair pulled into a ponytail holding a badge out to her and couldnât help the confused look on her face.
âUmâŠcan I help you officer?â She couldnât help her confusion, she hadnât done anything to warrant being spoken to by the police.
âGet up!â The man beside her barked, pulling out handcuffs and yanking her up from her chair causing her to cry out, the scalding hot drink spilling on her hand as she was moved violently.
âOw! What the fuck?! You canât treat people like this! I havenât done anything wrong, and even if I had you didnât even give me a chance to comply! Ow!â The cuffs went on painfully tight as her arm was twisted at an odd angle.
âHey, you canât treat her like that!â A barista spoke up, phone in hand and recording the interaction.
âMind your business unless you would like to join her!â The man barked, his partner staying quiet.
âOkay, you need to grab my stuff at least, I have bags there. Hello?! So not only are you violent, youâre deaf and stupid, good to know.â She groaned.
âWeâll hold your things in the back. You come and get them whenever you can.â The same barista said, following with her phone as she was dragged out.
âThank you. My boyfriend will be by looking for me when I donât answer him, my phone is in one of the bags! I-the least you can do is let me make sure my stuff is taken care off asshole!â The next thing Y/n knew she was slammed against the police car, her face suffering the brunt of the hit as it collided.
âY/n L/n, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.â The women spoke, reading her her rights as she was put into the car. âDo you understand these rights as Iâve read them to you?â
âDo I also have the right to not have your boorish partner throw me around like Iâm his red headed step child? I donât think that was in there. Iâm not saying anything to you, and I havenât done a single thing wrong.â
âSweetie, youâve been doinâ shit wrong since you said âyesâ to a date with James Barnes.â The asshole spoke, starting the car and driving away from the bookstore.
âOh, now I understand. You donât have shit on my boyfriend who you think is some kind of criminal for some unknown reason and so because youâre so shit at your job you violently arrest his innocent girlfriend. Gotcha.â
âYou ainât been innocent since you started suckinâ his cock. You know it, he buys you pretty things and you stick your tongue out. Youâre an expensive whore and nothing more-â
âThatâs enough Tanner!â His partner snapped and she listened to them argue about Bucky while trying to get feeling back into her arms and hands that she was leaning on with her knees pressed painfully to the cage between the front and back seat, all the while blood was leaking down her face and onto her sundress. It was sad, this was one of Buckyâs favorites, she only wore it because she knew he was supposed to pick her up to start their long weekend together.
She was led into the precinct pretty easily before walking through the bullpen and seeing multiple cops that she knew Bucky employed. She pushed down the instinct to smile knowing that they wouldnât get ahold of Bucky or Steve tonight but also knowing someone would call Andy. She had met Andy several times and loved Steveâs twin brother dearly, knowing that if anything ever happened that Andy Barber would be the one getting her out of it. He had taken his wifeâs name in law school to get away from his âcriminalâ last name of Rogers and yet he still represented them as he knew he always would.
âSit here, Iâll get something to wipe off your face-â
âNo thank you, Iâll stay like this. I donât need your help.â Y/n told the women who looked at her sideways. âIâll wait until Iâm out of here and my lawyer can see the state that 2 police officers put me in just to arrest a women who was perfectly cooperative. Heâs going to have a field day with your department.â She glared, now seemingly pissed off herself, slapping a folder in front of her and opening it to show her pictures of her and Bucky together. One was him helping her out of the car, one was them walking into a premier, her boyfriends arm around her waist possessively as it was in every single picture they had.
âSeems like heâs pretty taken with you.â Y/n raised her eyebrows, not willing to say anything about Bucky what so ever. âJust like he was with this girl, and this one-â she showed pictures of two other girls with Bucky from before they were together. Bucky and Y/n had had the âExâs Talkâ and they were both honest about past relationships but the thing that sealed it for Y/n right now was that seeing Bucky with these women, he didnât hold them like he held her. It wasnât even close to the same and if ever there was doubt that she would rat on her man (which there wasnât) there sure as fuck wasnât any now. âLet us help you get away from him, heâs a bad man. Heâs killed people, God only knows how many of them.â
âOh My God!â Y/n exclaimed, looking at one of the pictures and while the cop seemed to think she was getting through for a single second she was quickly proved wrong. âI was having a really bad hair day. Do you think we could get rid of this one? I just look awful.â
âYouâre not taking this seriously at all.â
âNo, and Iâm not going to. You assaulted me, violently dragged me in here and now youâre questioning me about my boyfriend like heâs some kind of criminal! He is the sweetest man alive and he would never hurt anyone, now, Iâm not going to be saying anything else without my lawyer.â Her partner scoffed as he stood by the door watching this go on.
âYeah, weâll see how quickly we get around to calling him.â He laughed and Y/n just rolled her eyes.
âHeâll be here soon enough.â She mumbled.
âWhat was that?! What are you mumbling you little bitch, if you think for one fucking minute that we give a shit about that murderers whore youâre wrong, and he ainât gonna save you either! Weâll let you sit in here for days and guess what? Eventually youâre gonna give him up! Just to see daylight again!â The officer raged before pulling his partner out and slamming the door shut, all lights but one going out and leaving Y/n in almost complete darkness.
She couldnât tell you how long she sat there in the dark, quiet room just staring at the window mirror. It felt like hours by the time the door opened again and the lights were thrown on making her squint as her eyes adjusted to the harsh brightness. Y/n could hear a familiar voice screaming and the look of apprehension on the womenâs face was fantastic after her treatment.
Suddenly a man who looked way too much like Steve stormed in and took in Y/nâs appearance. âJesus! Sheâs fucking bloody, you have got to be fucking with me if you think this is alright Captain! Uncuff her this instant!â Andy demanded and the large cop gave him an angry look before doing as he was told, the âdiscreetâ look from his Captain being enough to spur him into action. âAre you alright Miss. L/n? Do we need to go to the ER?â He offered but she shook her head.
âNo Andy, they offered to wash the blood off, I just wanted you to see where they had slammed me into their car.â He nodded, making a gesture that told her to be quiet and tell him everything somewhere else.
âIâm taking my client home. I will expect the recording of this interrogation, all of it, every second, to be sent to my office by morning. If even one second is off I wonât stop until this precinct is a fucking In-n-Out burger! Now fuck off!â Andy took Y/nâs hand and pulled her along gently, not wanting to hurt her anymore than she already was. âYou did well, I want to take a few pictures of you to have it documented, then weâll get you cleaned up.â She nodded along as they exited the building and moved to his car where he took pictures of her face at every angle as well as her bruised wrists and burned hand.
They had just gotten into the car when Andyâs phone began ringing Buckyâs tone and he put it on Speaker immediately. âAndy! Sheâs Gone! You Need To Get Her Back Andy! I Canât-â
âBoss! Itâs okay! I got her, I got a call from Officer Bowers when they walked her in.â She nodded along.
âHe called right away, I saw a few cops that recognized me and the looks on their faces were priceless.â She joked, hoping to pull a laugh from Bucky but it did not happen.
âPrincess! Are you okay? I swear to God, if they hurt you-â
âItâs okay Daddy. Stay at the bookstore, Andyâs dropping me off there, he wants to talk to the barista who recorded my arrest. She was nice, she promised to hold all my bags until you got there.â She realized as she heard her Daddyâs voice how badly she had just wanted to fall into his arms and cry herself to sleep.
âOkay Babygirl, Iâll get your stuff into the car. Get her here Andy, now!â Her Daddy demanded before hanging up the phone, clearly upset.
It took another 10 minutes to get to the store and the second Y/n crossed the threshold she was grabbed and pulled into Buckyâs arms. He was warm and strong, just like every time he held her but this time she needed him to hold her like he never had before as she felt her mind sink back to that small, regressed place that she didnât go to very often and it was like her Daddy physically felt it happen as her mind receded back into her safe space.
âDaddyâs here Babygirl. Your Daddyâs got you, not a thing to worry about.â He swore, not even caring about the fact that heâs in public as he lifted his girl into his arms and cradled her like an infant. âDaddyâs gonna take you home now Baby, gonna go home and get you in your jammies, and all snuggled up in the blankies.â Bucky turned and walked back out the door from where Y/n had just come, Steve promptly opening the back door and letting his boss climb in before going back to start the SUV. âIs my Baby hungry? Daddy has food being made right now for my Princessâ dinner.â
âSo hungry!â She groaned, clutching to his suit jacket and nuzzling close to his warm body.
âWeâre gonna get you all fed and snuggly warm in our bed baby, donât you worry. I love you so much, Daddy is gonna make sure those awful cops are taken care ofâŠdo you want to talk about it?â She pouted in response and he brushed his fingers through her hair to comfort her.
âThey were all rough and mean. Showed me pictures of us and pictures of you with your other girlfriends to make me talk bad about you.â Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes.
âClearly theyâre morons if they thought my Princess would turn on me.â He chuckled at the absurdity of the idea. He knew how loyal his girl was, and he knew that (despite the fact that he would never let it happen) she would have gone to jail and kept quiet the whole time. âDonât worry baby, this whole week is all about Daddy loving on you. Okay? Youâre gonna be sick of my hugs by the end âcause Iâve rescheduled all of my meetings and appointments. Itâs all about you now.â
âCould never be sick of you, Daddy. I love you so much!â She swore, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his heavy scent. As always he smelled like peppermint and his cologne which was very earthy and smoky which he knew his Babygirl loved, however after having been working tonight she could also smell gunpowder which would have made her ask questions and worry if she werenât completely at the mercy of her regression right now.
Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead for several seconds as Steve pulled up the driveway and finally parked outside of the cabin style mansion in the woods. Her Daddy knew it was her favorite one of his houses to spend time at which is why he picked it for the weekend before extending it to the entire week after watching her arrest video and the interrogation video that Andy sent him just before they got to the bookstore. Some of her comments genuinely made him chuckle, and he was so proud to hear her defense of him and wonderful acting as she could have really convinced people that her boyfriend was just a sweet business man being targeted by the police maliciously. However after seeing how they treated her, Bucky knew that she would be needing his love and comfort, hating to hear that they had called her a whore and tried to make her think that he was just using her for her body.
As they laid in bed that night after her Daddy had fed her dinner and given her a bath filled with bubbles and sweet smelling bath salts he held her tightly to his chest, caressing her bare thigh as she snuggled him in her panties and one of his Henleyâs (which was his favorite outfit to see her in of all time, including both fancy dresses or lingerie).
âYou know that your Daddy loves you more than anything else in this world, donât you Princess?â
âMmhmmâŠâ she mumbled, half asleep already, Buckyâs ability to make her feel safe and comfortable enough to sleep so quickly being a subject of great pride for him.
âAnd you know that youâre not a whoreâŠI mean, sometimes I enjoy it when youâre Daddyâs good little whore butâŠyou know you are so much more than that to me, right?â She nodded into his chest subtly and he momentarily wondered if she even knew what he was saying.
âNot a whore. Just Daddyâs whoreâŠI love you Daddy.â
âI love you too Princess. You sleep now, you can be Daddyâs good little whore in the morningâŠâ he promised, hearing her little moan and kissing her head before pulling the covers around her tighter, allowing himself to drift off to sleep with his Baby safe in his arms.
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The Eye of the Hurricane [37] - Crown
A.N: Last two chapters! â€ïžI hope youâll like this chapter as well, and please donât forget to tell me what you think! â€ïž
Summary: Live by the sword, die by the sword.
Word Count: 2700
Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Warnings: Violence, violence, I'M SERIOUS THERE IS VIOLENCE IN THIS ONE, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I donât condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.
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If anything, it started out as a normal day.
âYou are so pretty!â you told Alpine as you fixed the ribbon around her neck, then held up the feathery pen so that she could jump at it while you sat on the floor. âYes you are! The prettiest princess in the entire world!â
âCharm?â
âOver here!â you called out and heard Bucky come downstairs, then he filled himself a cup of coffee before looking over his shoulder.
âYou want some babe?â
âNope,â you said, stroking Alpineâs fur. âBucky, what are the chances that we got the prettiest and nicest cat in the entire world?â
âZero, sheâs an asshole.â
You gasped. âHey!â
âI love her, but it doesnât mean sheâs not an asshole,â Bucky said. âShe never comes when I call.â
âBecause sheâs a cat, not a dog,â you said. âIf we have a child one day, weâre so calling them Alpine Two.â
âWeâre not going to do that.â
âAlpine Two and Alpine Three.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âDonât listen to him, theyâll be Alpine Two and Three,â you told Alpine as Bucky sipped his coffee.
âDo you wanna grab lunch today?â
âI canât,â you said. âI promised Ethan.â
He blinked a couple of times. âYou cannot be serious.â
âI am not having this argument with you again when weâre in love and fucking each otherâs brains out every night,â you pointed out, making him grin. âRelax with the jealousy dumbass, you already know Iâm in love with you.â
He heaved a sigh, then held up his hands.
âFine,â he muttered. âGo meet the puppy.â
âBucky.â
âIs he not a puppy around you?â
âHeâs my friend,â you said. âMy friend whom I havenât met in a while.â
âYeah yeahâŠâ
You scratched at Alpineâs head when she head bumped your knee while Bucky tilted his head.
âAre you okay?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâve been weird since we had dinner at your fatherâs place.â
âSure,â you said after a beat and he raised his brows.
âCharm.â
âNo Iâm fine,â you said. âIâm fine, Iâve just been thinking.â
âAbout?â
âBusiness,â you said. âMy fatherâs business, to be specific.â
He sipped his coffee. âAre you having second thoughts?â
âGod no,â you said. âOf course not. Iâm thinking about the consequences of it, thatâs all. What it will mean for me.â
âIt means the crown for you.â
You pursed your lips together. âAnd for Ian?â
He scoffed. âWho cares? You hate Ian.â
âObviously I hate him,â you said. âBut Iâll have to kill him, you do know that.â
âHe signed his own death warrant the moment he accepted that heir position at the expense of you,â Bucky said. âIâll kill him for you if you want.â
You rolled your eyes at him. âHow fucked up is it that I find this romantic?â
âThatâs because I am romantic,â he said with a smirk. âSeriously. If you want me toââ
âIâll just cross that bridge when I come to it,â you pointed out. âI appreciate the offer though.â
Bucky checked his wristwatch, then came closer to you to kiss you on the top of your head, and scratched at Alpineâs head.
âGotta go,â he said. âIâll see you tonight?â
âSure!â you said and watched him walk out of the apartment, then heaved a sigh and looked down at Alpine.
âAlright,â you said. âCome on, letâs get you some treats.â
                                             *
The cafĂ© Ethan had suggested was in your fatherâs territory, so it was a short car drive. Seeing that the weather was slowly getting cold nowadays, it didnât surprise you to see Ethan already inside the nearly empty cafĂ© as you walked in, and waved at him before making your way to him.
âHey!â you said and he stood up to hug you.
âHey stranger,â he said. âItâs been a while.â
âIt really has,â you said, motioning for a cup of coffee at the waitress who forced a smile, then disappeared into the kitchen. You frowned slightly, but then turned to look at Ethan when he cleared his throat.
âSo whatâs been up with you lately?â
âAbsolute chaos,â you pointed out, making him smile. âNo seriously, things are just now starting to calm down.â
âYeah?â
âYeah there was this business thing,â you muttered. âNever mind. How about you? What have you been doing lately?â
âIâm actuallyâŠâ he paused for a moment. âIâm actually moving back to my hometown.â
Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping.
âWhat?â you asked. âWhy?â
âI donât think New York is for me,â he said as you heard the wind bells chime by the door. âOr any big city for that matter.â
You opened your mouth to ask why, but a strange shiver went down your spine, the hair at the back of your neck rising up as his eyes went over your shoulder. You didnât even have the time to think, your body seemed to have responded on instinct as the result of many years of training, so you kicked the table in his direction and jumped to your feet, but before you could turn around, two men had already grabbed you by the arms. You managed to kick one of them, turning around to punch the other, but another man caught your fist and turned you around, his friend punching you right on the nose so hard that you knew from the crack that he broke it before the blinding pain shot through your face. You stumbled back as two of them held you by the arms again and another one grabbed his gun, flipped it and slammed it on your head.
Then everything went black.
                                             *
You couldnât tell which one woke you up, the cold or the burning pain starting from your nose and spreading through your whole head. Your vision was blurry when you forced yourself to open your eyes, now realizing your hands were bound and a groan left your lips as you blinked as fast as you could to see better.
Ah.
Two of Ianâs men were waiting by the door along while Ethan sat across from you, his eyes fixed on the floor. You could feel your heart dropping to your stomach but you forced yourself to focus, there had to be a way out of thisâ
You just needed to find it.
The room you were in appeared to be a butcherâs freezer, which made you think you were at the edge of your fatherâs territory. The pain in your head was so heavy that you could barely just hold your head up, let alone moving your body so you gritted your teeth, taking a deep breath through your mouth.
âIâm sorry,â you heard Ethanâs voice and you turned your head to see him looking down at the gun in his lap, your hands shooting up to wipe the blood on your face before touching your forehead.
Okay, that needed stitches.
âYouâre sorry?â you repeated with a dry laugh. âHow long have you been working for him?â
He shook his head fervently, rubbing his thumb over the gun.
âI donâtâI didnâtââ he stammered. âHe contacted me couple of months ago.â
You raised your brows. âLet me guess, heâs paying you a shit load of money?â
He shook his head again.
âHe saidâŠhe said heâd kill me if I didnât...â he muttered. âFor Godâs sake I never wanted this whole bullshit, I donât even know how to useââ he pushed at the tiny button beside the gun, the magazine dropping to the floor and a couple of bullets scattering around as one of Ianâs men came closer.
âWhat the fuck?â he asked him, snatching the gun out of his hand and picking up the magazine before walking to the other side of the room to continue his conversation with the other man. You gritted his teeth, anger pulsing through you.
âIâm sorry,â Ethan repeated and you shook your head.
âYou know youâre going to die right?â you asked him. âYouâve just signed your own death warrant by pulling this shit.â
âCivilians arenât harmed, thatâs what the truceââ
âCivilians arenât harmed as long as they remain civilians,â you corrected him, pulling at the rope around your wrists to loosen it a little. âYouâve just thrown your hat in the ring, buddy. And trust me; if Ian doesnât kill me, Iâll kill you and if he does manage to kill me, Bucky will hunt you down, and kill you. Torture you first probably too. So regardless of if I die or not, you definitely will Ethan.â
âIâll move out of the city.â
âThereâs no city we canât reach.â
âThatâs not true,â he argued with you. âEveryone is saying Chicago is its own city.â
A small smile curled your lips despite fear churning your stomach, a small spark of satisfaction rushing through you.
âRight,â you said. âSure. Move to Chicago.â
He swallowed thickly, then turned his head when the door opened and Ian walked in with Ryan. Ryan stopped dead in his tracks as soon as his eyes fell on your face, but then he gritted his teeth, snapping something at the men by the door under his breath. It was impossible to hear what he had said, but judging by the way it made them step back, it couldnât be anything nice.
âHi there cousin,â Ian had the audacity to smile at you as Ethan stood up from his chair.
âI can go right?â he said. âYou promised.â
âSure, some of our boys will accompany you to the border of the city, then youâre on your own,â Ian said. âThank you for this. New York will owe you.â
You clenched your jaw, glaring up at Ian as Ethan walked out of the room and Ian tut tutted.
âYou just couldnât help it, could you?â he asked you. âAll you had to do was just marry Barnes and give him an heir, and then you could spend money and do nothing for the rest of your life, but you just couldnât do it.â
âGo fuck yourself.â
He rolled his eyes at you.
âThose are some big words for someone whoâs about to die.â
No.
You couldnât let panic take over your mind, you just couldnât.
The safest option was to cling to anger.
âYou donât get to kill me and stay alive, Ian.â
âOh I wonât be the one who killed you,â he said. âYour ex-boyfriend did. Everyone saw him meet you at that cafĂ© after all.â
âAnd you think my dad will buy that bullshit?â
âIâll make him buy it.â
âYou think Bucky will buy that?â you spat and he shrugged his shoulders.
âNo, he will come after me,â Ian said. âAnd thatâll start a war. Too bad.â
You gritted your teeth. âYou donât have the means to survive a war, dickhead.â
âYou have no reason to worry about that,â Ian said. âYouâre not walking out of here alive after all.â
You licked your lips, the metallic taste of blood reaching your throat as Ian nodded at his men.
âUntie her.â
One of his men came to cut the rope around your wrist and helped you up while the other one pointed his gun at you just in case. The whole room was spinning around you, your heart beating in your throat but you tried to fix your breathing.
It was fine.
It was going to be fine.
âRyan, my gun,â Ian ordered and Ryan stared at you, then pulled out the gun from his waistband, quickly taking out the magazine to check the bullets before sliding it in again.
âLeave us,â Ian said and Ryan licked his lips, stealing a look at you before he walked outside with the rest of Ianâs men following him. He slammed the heavy door behind them and you clenched your fists, still glaring at Ian.
âCanât say I didnât warn you,â Ian said, pointing the gun at your face. âI did, numerous times. Get on your knees.â
âNo,â you said. âIf youâre going to kill me, youâre going to kill me standing.â
Ian took a deep breath, then swallowed thickly.
âAs you wish,â he said and raised the gun a little to aim for your forehead, the fear making your eyes burn but you quickly blinked the tears back, forcing yourself to focus onâ
Bucky.
It was strange, how it worked. Everyone talked about how this business was dangerous, but no one talked about what one would think when there was a gun about to blow their head off.
There was fear yes, but the memory of happiness shed a small ray of sunlight on it. Knowing Bucky would stop at nothing to take your revenge almost soothed the pain of knowing you would never see him again, at leastâ
At least in this life.
But you knew you loved him. He knew you loved him.
That was enough, somehow. Even with a gun pointing at your head.
âLive by the sword, die by the sword,â Ian recited. âGoodbye, cousin.â
You closed your eyes, holding your breath and bracing yourself for the deafening gunshot but the only thing that echoed through the room was the empty click, making your eyes snap open while Ian gawked at the gun in his hand, fear flashing over his face as he froze.
âŠRyan.
Ryan had taken out the bullets.
The adrenaline that roared through you was powerful enough to overcome the fog in your brain or the pain on your face as you lunged at him to knock the gun out of his hand, slamming him back to the heavy door, the unmistakable sound of gunshots echoing outside. Ian shoved you back as hard as he could and tried to swing a punch at you but you quickly dodged it, elbowing him on the nose.
âWelcome to your cage fight, Ian,â you spat as he wiped at his nose.
âYou dumb bitchâŠâ he muttered, then swung at you again but you quickly stepped back, grabbed his wrist and turned it with all your strength until you heard the pop, and his yell of pain. He kicked you on the knee hard, making you scream out of pain as you stumbled back, and he tried to grab at you with his other hand but you had already punch him right in the neck, making him gasp and fall on his knees, clutching at his neck.
âYou know,â you said, breathing hard as you grabbed the gun off the floor and picked up one of the bullets Ethan had dropped earlier. âI should thank you for this. I was having second thoughts earlier, but nowâŠâ
He was still gasping for air as you slid the magazine out, put the bullet inside and slid it back again, making him drag himself back on his palms until his back hit the wall.
âExile me,â he managed to say, and you tilted your head. âExile me somewhere else.â
You shook your head, adrenaline making your head spin.
âYou know how this shit goes,â you said through clenched teeth. âYou tried to kill me. Exiling you isnât enough.â Â
âIâll forfeit the title!â he said, still breathless and you shook your head again, then pointed the gun at him with a sigh.
âI'm sorry Ian,â you said. âLive by the sword, die by the sword.â
With that, you pulled the trigger and heard the loud bang before the blood splattered over your face, making you grimace as his body slipped on the floor. You wiped at your face, then slammed open the door to point the gun at whoever was outside, but the only thing you could see was Ianâs men bleeding on the ground while Ryan stood by the door, his back straight as if he was waiting for your order.
âMaâam,â he said with his hands clasped behind him, and he bowed his head a little as you smiled at him.
âThank you,â you rasped out, raising your head to stare up at the dark sky before turning to him. âRyan, is there any chance youâre looking for a new job?â
The corners of his mouth twitched and he nodded.
âWorking for your fatherâs heir would be an honor, maâam,â he said softly and you let out a small laugh.
âGood,â you said as you limped to the car parked right outside the back alley with Ryan following you. âYouâre hired.â
Chapter 38
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†Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Dance choreo! Female Reader Mafia related topics â some profanity â mention of blood and violence and stuff â mob boss Bucky who just thirsts for reader HARD â bit a spice and flirting â I think that's it? â 5.6k He is the king of crime, the one mob boss nobody wants to mess with. Funny how you end up here, hired as a dance choreographer for his new club. It was meant to be a simple paycheck, nothing more. But Bucky Barnes, the big bad mafia boss, wants you.
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 Youâre too stubborn to retire the rhythm and hang up those dancing shoes. No, you fight for whatâs yours, thatâs how you were brought up, and you committed so much to lead this life to escape another that loomed over with a darkened destiny.Â
  Even then you had your limits. Though it seems those limits would be tested as of today. A promise that undoubtedly falls in the blurring of lines.Â
  âThe Crimson Star Nightclub,â you say with a click of your tongue that audibly pops on the other end of the call. âIn⊠that territory of New York.âÂ
  You swear you can feel her grimace of regret through the phone.
  âI know, I know! Iâm sorry, I justâ I told him that youâd just be perfect for the job.â Your friend and student wasnât pleading herself a forgivable case here, you scowl outwardly as you toss your bag atop the nearby railing, sifting through its contents for a moment.
  âI taught you everything I know, babes, whyâre you struggling?â
  Sheâs silent for a minute before she groans, âI just donât have what it takes to teach, like you do. Youâve got the drive for it! Câmon, heâs willing to pay triple your usual rates. Besides⊠Iâm kinda scared heâll kill, gut and dump my body over a bridge if you donât come.â
  That last point shakes you more than youâd like but you quickly dismiss the arrival of dread that falls on your shoulders. You grapple your wallet from your bag and begin to hail a taxi, a gloved hand raised high, the familiar fluorescent yellow swerving to a stop at the curb with a screeching frictional drag of its tires. âWhatâs the address?â
  Sheâs smiling, you just know it as she rains down a thousand thank youâs, her heels clapping loudly in the background.Â
  Pulling up to the joint made your stomach turn over a hundred times. Exiting the cab, your heeled boot scrubs against the pavement with a leathery rumble as you take in the building. A big establishment from its outward appearance. Peeling off the cover of your sunglasses, you study the freshly reinstated brickwork absolved of any form of gang graffiti. A havenous roofing overheads the entrance where guests would line up in wait with complimenting stanchions.Â
  Atop the two â or maybe three story â building is the unlit title, Crimson Star Lounge and Nightclub, and the most flattering of all: a giant red star with a blackened silhouette of what you believe to be either a nude or lingerie clad woman sat within on an invisible seat of some kind.Â
  With a hum, you bet a personal wager against yourself that the neon signâs simple display would articulate the upper leg that hangs over her other to kick up as she arches herself back, accentuating her body more.
  You cannot help but chuckle to yourself. Oh, youâre definitely in for a treat you shouldnât have let yourself be lured in by.Â
  You walk up to the entrance where a large hulk of a man stands idle, his long, blonde hair tied back and out of his face, his browline shifts awkwardly to frown at you behind a thick layer of facial hair. Gruffly, with a low baritone, he speaks. âClubâs not open yet, sweetheart, and weâre full on resumes. Come back in a few months.â
  With a fashionable tilt of your head, a smirk presses into the corner of your lips as you grin.  âOh, I know youâre not. The star girl doesnât have her legs spread open for business.â
  From the ease that follows his features with a bashful grin to boot, you continue, âA girl named Tam is inside? She called me, asked me to come and meet the big boss man for a potential dance choreographer job.â
  He grins a pearly smile at you. âA woman with your attitude, heâs gonna have no choice but to give you the job. Right this way, Miss.â
  He steps aside and gestures with a muscular arm for you to continue in and with a curt nod of your head, you stalk down the dimly lit hall until you reach the wide expanse of the club.  An elevated platform is guarded by a railing of dark steel to oversee the ground level, the second floor is cut off some feet away from the T shaped stage. Along the back wall thatâs closer to your right shelters a pristine, obsidian marble counter with a set of modernised saloon doors behind, leading off into what you assume to be a backbar.Â
  It appears that the second floor acts as some sort of VIP section with the barely visible wall of booths pinning into the wall in an orderly fashion, a few booths decorating the first floor and located closer to the bar, the remaining space reserved for the dance floor and tables.Â
  Already you begin to piece together the potential air and radiance the club is looking to create, but it helps your workload when asking whoever is in charge what it is theyâre trying to achieve.Â
  The brighter, overhead lights blare down to make life and work in the dark a tad more tolerable, so employees shuffling around, going about their duties, many donât spare so much as a third glance your way much to your relief. The last thing you need is anyone recognising you from your prior glory days.Â
  Falling into a slow crawl of a stride as you explore your new surroundings, your potential new work space, a voice is sudden to drawl over the glassy rim of an auburn-hued shiver on the tongue, ice swaying with a chorus of clinks. âClubâs closed, sweetââ
  âAlright, I canât make the same comment twice. Iâve got a thing about repeating myself.â
  That comeback rings as a shocker through the atmosphere. Turning himself to press his side into the counter, glass in hand, you take in the numerous glimmers of gold adorning his fingers, one of which tells of who exactly this man was. What he was.
His chin dips down to peer over the tint of his glasses. âSharp. I like it. Whatâd you want?â
  You take a step forward, head craning to look around you before you turn back to the man, plucking your gloves off your hands to discard them into your bag. âSightseeing clubs that arenât open,â you scoff, âIâm looking for the boss of the joint. Tamâs voucher.â
  His shoulders rise and roll back, most likely sensing the cutting way you get right to it through your charade of jest. He flashes you a grin. âYouâre funny. Tony Stark, pleasure to meet you.â
  He extends his hand forward and you reach to shake it, your throat scratchy and dry from even looking at the ring on his pinky and its embossed insignia. Tucking his hand away into the pocket of his dress pants, he cocks his head awry. âThe boss is kinda in a meeting right now.â
  Your lashes flutter in a flurry, eyes rolling skyward into your skull with an exasperated sigh.Â
âDo you guys get off to wasting a girlâs time? Honestly, thatâs what makes it harder to please us in this day and age.âÂ
  âI have my ways.âÂ
  His voice is a fine contour, rich and smooth, you cannot help the chill from running up your spine. Your heel pivots and your body follows, hands situated on your hips as your chin tilts up and up to meet the fiercest pair of winter blue eyes youâve ever seen. A layer of dark stubble hides little of the smirk plastered on his pink, soft lips as he leans, arms straight and pressed to the railing until his muscles beneath his flex and the veins in his rough hands budge.Â
  âAre you the big boss Iâve heard so much about?â
  His cheeks flex under the weight of his thinned smile and nods. âThe one and only, dollface.â
  Shaking yourself from momentary stun, you face to realise that the clubâs owner was the top mob boss of New York himself. Of course Tam had to bury you six feet in this mess. It had been bad enough that the establishment itself resided in mob territory. Now, as it turns out, the mob king himself owns the place. And your possible contract and paycheck.Â
  How fucking fitting.Â
  âRight so⊠whatâs the big idea? Tam said something about you needing a choreo instructor.â
  You almost find the way his lips pull to reveal a row of pearly teeth endearing. Almost. You dare not forget who youâre talking with.Â
  âYes, she said youâd be coming.â You donât miss the way his words care to articulate the words, their enunciation versed with a seductive purr. You scoff at the comment that fails to filter his lewd mind. Still, he has one hell of a smile that can surely make any woman swoon.
Though you don't very much care to be one of those women. You much prefer to stay very much away from that. From him.
  âShe told me you were her dance teacher and that youâre the best of the best. Showed me a few demo tapes of your work.â
  You give a simple shrug of your shoulders to ease the flush that rises in your blood. âAnd?â
  He moves like a wolf on the prowl and maybe because he very much is. Your eyes watch him with careful calculation, the way the bulk of his body swaggers down from his throne on high to meet you on the bottom level.Â
  âIâd like to take her word for it and take you on,â he rumbles lowly.Â
  His eyes rake up and down your body slowly, undoubtedly sizing you up like a meal. The waft of his cologne is powerful, a stern odour of expensive luxuries only affordable by his wallet. It overpowers your sense of smell like some love spell that you find half a mind to tilt your axis away from his reach; now beginning to worry that those illustrious women draped on his arm in printed magazines and articles may have been victims to a fling they were entrapped by.Â
  You have to keep your posture strong and sure to recover from that relapse, however, given that your action may be interpreted as weakness. These men thrive and feed off weakness. He extends a hand forward. âBucky Barnes. But I get the feeling you already knew that.â
  âThat obvious, huh?â
  Nevertheless, you take his hand and shake it, reluctantly giving him yours in return. He tastes it for the first time and, by the way his tongue runs below the risen quirk of his lip, revealing his incisor, enjoys the way it rolls off.Â
  You walk with him as he shows you around the club and accommodates you with the knowledge of how he wants this little business joint to succeed in its intended market. You meet the girls who would be under your charge, your attitude taking a noticeable shift from its standoffish tone to one much lighter, friendlier in terms of interacting with the dancers.Â
  Returning back to the main stage and dismissing the girls off, Bucky turns to you, broadly puffed out from chest to shoulders that the suit strains slightly against the expanse of muscle.Â
  âRight, Iâll need to browse around for a hirable studio and give you the info to give the dancers,â you note first and foremost, running your hand over your mouth, your demeanour now lessened and eased into one more befitting of contemplation. Bucky can see and even admire the spark of dedication to the job in your eyes.
  âCan you pull it off?âÂ
  You gasp, a tad and touch higher in your defence than you should have let on. But ultimately, you meet the dark, playful challenge in his raised brow and wicked smirk.Â
  âOutstandingly so for the interesting logo for the club.â
  âOoh,â he winces behind pursed lips, âtell me what you really think.â
  Tongue unsheathing from your cheek, you turn to face him, stepping forward one step and then another, standing barely chest to chest with him. The fog of his cologne is a whirlwind intending to knock you loose of your inhibitions. You thinly smile through it. âWell, it certainly follows the saying.â
  His brows move higher to his forehead, almost cocky that you donât fall into betraying yourself and believing he means anything sincere as he asks coolly, âwhat saying would that be?â
  And quickly you answer, âsex â or the appeal of it â sells.â
  His face leans in closer until his lips hover over yours some inches away, invading the presence of personal space, uncaring to the way your body goes rigid; caught in fight or flight mode, knowing damn well between the two of you that youâre stuck and fucked by either response. âAnd just how much do you sell for, I wonder.â
  His words are soft, low and oh-so laced to be seductive. The striking allure of those blues moving to take in every aspect of your features as if to engrain them into his memory.Â
 Just before he can ever dream of letting his lips close in any more, you take initiative and move back, flaunting a huff that eases his ego down, his features faltering visibly right before your eyes.Â
  âIâll send you an invoice tonight, Mr BarnesâŠâ Your words inspire hope within him as he slowly grins, only to fall. âBut donât excite yourself. I donât mix business with pleasure.âÂ
 You send yourself off in the direction of the exit with a measured wave, but his words leave with you and have your stomach in a strange flutter.Â
 âYou sure? Because I see potentially a lot of pleasure in this contract.â
THREE MONTHS LATER
  Itâs cruel to watch you, knowing that this is your last rehearsal with the girls. After this, the doors will promise an opening night to remember. But if youâve given any hints, you donât exactly intend on seeing it.Â
  And for Bucky, that is just plain torture for him. Over the past three months, you have been working your pretty arse off creating a whole show routine, expertly weaving the backbone of the clubâs entertainment and allocating the playlist to fit the atmosphere Bucky and his club managers wanted.Â
  Lounging in the VIP section, the raised loft that oversaw the clubâs dance floor, stage and regulars bar, Bucky still cannot take his eyes off of you. Why of all nights did you have to go racing off to another job so soon? He had paid you generously, far more than any hired choreographer could ever dream of, and yet that still didnât seem enough to convince you. He hovers like a shadow, leaning to the dark steel railing, his ring-lined fingers drum against the dark steel as he contemplates his next move.Â
  He barely pays any mind to his captains who take their place in the sleek, refined office that are the booths, sipping at their drinks and chatting about the clubâs interests and rates. Shit that he tunes out. He canât focus on anything when you move like that, your body arching this way and that; sinful and cause for impossible. But you prove him wrong. There are many positions heâs fantasised taking you in mid rehearsal. And once, when it was just the two of you in the club during a routine practice, he almost had the chance. But it â you â slipped right through his fingers.
  Your body is pulled into the music itself. A process many seem to struggle with, but for you, itâs as easy as breathing. At first, itâd been a gamble of who to hire for the job, now Bucky cannot dream of regretting choosing you. Renowned as a star dancer, youâre credited with awards from around the globe, in solos, duos and exceeding the numbers. Competition after competition, your name became well known. Your prodigy, dear little Tammy, had been a resourceful source that he later forwarded onto his boys, ordering them to dig up more information about you.Â
  A nasty red line was found in your record, as Bucky had his men find, and though the exact details are still unknown to him, itâs given him an indicator that something hit rock bottom. Some time afterwards, however, you resurfaced as a dance choreographer.Â
  And if you were still the best of the best, then heâd take you for the job. But now, he wants you for good. Dressed to the nines in outfits heâs spent on all his cards, riding to events together and having the envy of every man and womanâs eyes upon you. Hell, heâs already contemplated the venue and diamond ring. All he needs now is that chance you refute at every turn.
  âChins forward, eyes open,â you call in correction, gaze set straight ahead of you in the midst of a spinning twirl before planting your heeled stiletto hard into the stage floor with a resounding boom.Â
  Buckyâs eyes trail then upwards, the dark colour of your pantyhose hiding your skin that heâs desperate to bruise and leave his fingerprints on. His fingers curl harshly into the railing while his eyes continue to admire while simultaneously undress you, your body hugged in a very form-admiring bodysuit.Â
  Dropping down low with the girls following suit, your hips move on beat with the music, grinding into the floor. That, of all moves, is when you make the grave mistake in glancing up at a striking pair of blue eyes, dark in their passionate longing and so bright youâre quick to force your eyes away.Â
  But not before you flashed him a toothy smile. A smile that kills him every time. Heat rushes through your veins and rises higher into the surface of your skin, in your core it feels electric with pulsating need, but you carry on with the routine, to save face from what Bucky Barnes did to you. Unbeknownst to you at this moment of what you did to the mob boss, he groans at the tightness surrounding his clothed cock as you rock your hips back and forth, suggestive in your choreographed manner. But so dismissive in how it affects him greatly and his ability to conduct business.Â
  No. You canât let yourself fall into that sort of mess again. Focus. Rolling onto your back, your back arches so beautifully off the floor, it almost has Bucky gasping. The pointed pink of his tongueâs tip darts out to wet his lips.Â
  Completely and utterly mesmerised by your rhythm, he growls like a feral animal when Steveâs voice interjects his still continuing list of how he plans to ruin you and save you.
  Now at the end of your routine, you wave for Torres to cut the music and your shoulders fall heavily with an exerted sigh.
  âGood work, girls,â you applaud with your friendly smile, clapping for their efforts. The girls in turn repay your praise with bashful smiles and compliments of your mentorship.Â
  You had this way with people, and especially those under your study, you were kind and playful but remained an air of professionalism to ensure your students or your time wasnât wasted.Â
  Bucky feels his skin crawl and his heart drop a thousand yards into his stomach. From the lavish watch strapped to his wrist, he inspects the time. End of rehearsal. End of your contract with him.Â
  âWell, they learnt from the best.â Your head turns fast, vision momentarily blurred, there again is that feeling - that spell - he has you under as he saunters down the stairs and towards the stage where you stood, hands pressed idly into your hips.Â
  His tongue runs over his teeth, groaning inwardly as his eyes sink and rise in study of your entire form. He could see you being his queen. Youâve a powerful stance, that much he can see, and you possess a quality that has the attention of anyone and everyone on you. A commanding presence.Â
  âYouâre too kind, Mr. Barnes.â Your cheeks redden more. Praise from your clients always makes your heart flutter with adoration and joy. For them to express their gratitude in the ways they do, itâs good to know you have succeeded in your job.Â
  But when Bucky praises you, you become a giddy girl that gushes and yearns to hear more. He sees the way your face shifts to reflect that professionalism, all to hide the reality of what he does to you; what he could do to you if you just gave him the chance.Â
  âI could be much kinder, doll.â His voice has lowered into a velvety purr, the callous massage of his fingers shoot a blaze of electricity through the thin fabric of your pantyhose and into your skin like ice, a simple touch over your calf, teasing you further as his palm encloses around you as well, sliding up and down gently. Despite your position above him, a sight heâll never grow tired off, his up-tilted chin reaches level just below your stomach. Right at the apex of something dangerous. He sees the inner turmoil of conflict flash in your eyes, a battle heâs sure he can win if he plays his cards just right.Â
  âVIP access tonight to start?â
  You scoff, shaking your head. But the furrow in your brows betrays your true, raw disappointment. You canât hide it. Not from him. âI canât. I have an early flight tomorrow.â
  And just like that, you refuse him yet again. His bottom lip rolls in and over his teeth, tongue pushing hard against the thickened fold of intruding skin in his internal flare of anger, eyes darkening with a single promise he cannot keep; because he canât have you to make it. You attempt to step back only for his hand to curl tighter around your ankle, keeping you in place.
  âMake an exception this one time for me.â
  Your eyebrows crease between the middle, a frown tugging your lips into an unamused sneer as you tug at your leg that Bucky refuses to let go.Â
  âMr. Barnes, this is extremely unprofessionalââ
  âYour contract has expired. We can be as unprofessional as we want. No consequences. No regrets.â He coats his words heavily with a honey of seduction. One that is awfully tempting⊠one you must deny.Â
  You swear this man would kiss the ground you walk upon if you asked him to. Would paint and drown the streets red with blood if you wished it. And thatâs what frightens you. Beneath those adoring pools of blue hide a darkness to a world you seek escape from, therein his eyes hides the nature of a killer whoâs not only dangerous to those who cross him because of who he is as a man; but also dangerous because of you.Â
  You know that love â and lust â are a powerful motivator to a man. It can and will make him do anything. The impossible, the reckless and the most horrid of things.Â
  No matter how softly he pleads, you must not say yesïżœïżœ
  His head tilts ever so slightly to the side, streaking locks of dark brown fall loosely to frame over his brow, highlighting an innocence that isnât there. You pull your leg away again and he allows you to leave him though with the exception of those eyes faltering from yours. Like a kicked puppy.
  âIâll come tonight. Weâll need to talk about my payment before I leave.â
  There it is, that bright spark in his ocean hues again, a grin pulls his lips wide that battling a smile of your own causing your lips to quiver is half won. Hopping down from the stage his eyes follow after you, watching you gather your belongings, your sights meet one another and he nods to you.
  âSee you tonight, beautiful.â
  Scoffing with a shake of your head, this time that smile graces your lips wholly and Bucky feels the air in his lungs flatline. What he would give, who he would kill to see that smile forever on your face.Â
  âRight. Tonight. See you then, Mr. Barnes.â
  How you say his name in a manner of such proprietary has him a certain way, but what often has him throbbing and hard is the thought of you moaning his name, skin hot in a sweaty flush pressed to his as he has you on the verge of climactic euphoria and promising that you will be his, that you will never leave his side. Heâs left only to his imagination of how you would sound, how you would feel around his hard and thick cock, in his strong and passionate grip that would never let you go â let you falter.Â
  He wants you so badly itâs driving him insane.Â
  Bucky takes the time to admire your form that currently flees for now, but soon enough he guarantees otherwise, paying particular attention to the wondrous body of your arse right before you pull your coat over your shoulders.Â
  He pulls out his phone from his suit pocket and with a few minor taps of his thumb, he holds it to his ear, the receiver on high alert to his order.
  âGet her ticket reimbursed and have the jet on standby, just in case.â
  If you had known heâd send a car to pick you up, youâd have thought twice on a decision you should have said no to at the very beginning. From your seat, you eye the neon title and star, indeed the female figure doing just as you thought. A provocative display to allure its target audience. Right on command, Sam arrives, strutting out from the main doors to your door and pulls it open for your exit. The once dark tinted window shielding you from the envious stares of those stuck to line up on the velvety carpet.Â
  âLooking good, princess. Câmon in, Buckyâs waiting for ya.â
  âThanks, Sam.âÂ
Samâs allegiances may have set prejudice to keep you from trusting him or any of the other boys under Buckyâs command, but he was kind and attentive to you the more he saw you around his boss and the club premises.Â
  You do well to keep your eyes forward and your focus straight, ignoring the few whispers of a gaggle of women clad in colourful, sparkling cocktail dresses, dolled up faces contorted into spiteful sneers as Thor granted you unrestrained access much to the shagrin of the female pack whining and complaining.Â
  You werenât here for the explicit pleasures that they were after on the inside. Youâre strictly here to see what it was you accomplished, hoping that these business partners of Bucky will be entertained by the routine and show you poured hours of soul and heart into, then collect your paycheck and leave. Thatâs it.Â
  Sam commands to part the crowd ahead of you, allowing you a clear path and direction up the stairs to the upper floor, smirking and ushering you off when you press him with a sceptical raise of your brow. But at his insistence that you donât fall into the same category as the guests, you head on up, climbing each milestone with a heeled step that draws you possibly closer to the very man who you cannot seem to get away from.Â
  Atop the stairs and rounding along the railside, you press your stomach to, overseeing the crowd below, streaks of red lights beaming from the rafters above to illuminate the dark, sensual aura of the club, the music a thriving beat as the dancers on stage perform their routine.Â
  Life on the stage⊠there are days where you miss it. With a drag of a sigh parting your lips, you straighten a little from having leant on the railing a little during the show. Your body bristles instantly as something large and warm presses into your back, almost nuzzling the diamond cut out of skin, his long arms coming into view to cage you between him and the cold steel, his hands rest over your own.Â
  âGlad to see you made it,â he hums deeply against the curve of your ear, nose gentle to nuzzle against your neck. âMy business partners love the show, theyâve been asking for you.â
 âTrying to drum up business for me, Mr Barnes?â you muse with a pout, voice offering a sickly sweet mockery of appreciation only for him to snort and direct you towards the booths where several men sat within a cloud of cigar smoke and breath of pure alcohol.
  âGentlemen, this is the woman I was telling you about.â He introduces you and your hand traverses into numerous exchanges of hand shakes as you greet each of them.
  âHave to say, little lady, your vision for performance is immaculate,â a man of rounder physique appraises with a grin, half burnt cigar jammed between two fat digits and his dark brown eyes sparkling with hopeful aspiration for your future.Â
  âPray tell that Bucky will allow us to perhaps offer you a longer term contract?â His question ends with the butt of his cigar popped into the o of his mouth and huffing.
  It hits you like a freight train going a hundred miles an hour, your jaw unhinges only to clamp shut, bouncing between the motion as you tend to this new revelation. âIâI uhâŠâ Eyes glancing to Bucky who stands at your side, chest puffed out with a smirk twisted into his lips, he cocks his brows at you.Â
   âA kind offer but I have another job already lined up in Chicago. Itâll conflict too much, Iâm afraid.â
  The men hum and sigh in their disappointment but offer you wishes, the man then plucks a card from a silver plate box and slides it towards you. âOf course. I admire your commitment to prior contracts. But donât hesitate to call us if you change your mind. Mr. Barnes here has put in a good word for you.â
  âOh, has he?â You draw the words slowly with care, but the hint of suspicion has Buckyâs eyes pinned to yours for a moment until he looks to the men, bidding them to excuse him a moment as he takes to lead you away from their table.Â
  Once in the private hallway that leads to Buckyâs office, your words choke behind a scoff, âWhat the hell was that all about? Iïżœïżœïżœ I told you, I have a flight to catch tomorrow andâ Bucky this is too much, even for someone like you, to give to someone like me.â
  He leads you to the door and opens it, beckoning you to enter before shutting the door promptly behind you both. All you can do is watch the broad span of his back as he struts over to his desk, merely gesturing a hand for you to sit.Â
  âDoll, check your bank account.âÂ
  The way his voice maintains a firm timbre almost spawns concern to spur you to run out that office and never look back, but you do as he says, checking your bank account. Your eyes blink widely.Â
  âMy ticket! Bucky youââ
  âYou deserve better than living in some slum studio apartment, living to survive on paycheck to paycheck,â he rasps hoarsely as if the words and very idea of your situation leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, he continues, âA forty-five grand monthly salary to start, upgraded living in a penthouse and a licensed studio all of your own and signed to your name.â
  A poisonous drought covers your tongue and coats your throat, your eyes peer down at the white card, font pristinely spaced and organised, minimally professional. Bucky faces you now after having realise that you didnât sit down upon his request â or what you assume order. Your eyes then raise to glower at him, narrowing sharply.Â
  âAnd your agenda behind this?â
  Can you trust the way his brows relax, bending to curve in a manner of sympathy as he reaches you, chest to chest and his calloused palms come to hold your jaw between them, nursing in his hand the one thing he desires above all else.Â
  His head bows lower until his lips graze over yours, causing your breath to hold and you feel the form of his lips curl into a small grin and with a hum he connects the kiss. At first he is gentle to test the waters until he is consumed by that fire, heat ensuing to take hold of the kiss, he groans lowly like a ravenous animal.Â
  Your stomach turns into knots and your thighs push together when the threat of arousal pools between them, a gasp teetering on your voice, your own lips meeting his as your hands manoeuvre over the curvature of his muscles that tense beneath you. The kiss grows hotter, heat forces its way to burn in your lungs like embers and ash searing the fabric of your soul that when you pull apart, your chest expands to brush against his as you breathe deeply.Â
  âBe my girl, doll. Be mââ
  You cut him off with the delicate pillar of your index finger as he intends to sweep in for another kiss. You know for sure that if you allowed him, you would agree to his terms.Â
  That cannot happen.Â
  You pull yourself away from him until your distance pits your back against the office door, hands lingering on the knob and twist. His hands that once held the apex of your hips flush to his body fall to clench at his sides. You still choose to refuse him yet again. âSorry, Barnes⊠but mama always told me, papa always warned me, donât hang around with boys like you.â
THANKS FOR READING!
â a note from the author, Seeing the responses on the original post was really cool and Iâm glad to finally put this simple brain concoction of mine into a fully written fic.
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Okay but either nurse Peter or volunteer Peter at the hospital. He sees someone bringing flowers to one of the private rooms.
Him stopping the person and says" not allowed." The guy threatened him he got permission to bring flowers. He is adamant he needs to get his friend these flowers and plants.
They cause a big commotion. These guys in suits come out of the room to see what's going on.
And basicly said let the guy through they know him.
" Sure okay. But when the patient dies it's on you then"
" What?"
" Those flowers? They are toxic poison basicly. Gonna cause respiratory failure the whole plant is poisonious. "
The guy holding the flowers tries to say he didn't know, just thought they were nice.
Before the guys in suits can say anything Peter pipes up.
" Yeah? Then why are you wearing gloves when it's 90 degrees outside?"
Peter never found out what happened after the flowers got thrown away. Or who was supposed to receive them.
Until he comes home late one night to find a man on his couch.
#writing prompt#i need someone to write it#could be any pairing really#winterspider#peter parker x bucky barnes#tony stark/peter parker#tony stark x peter parker#starker#spidershield#shieldspider#winterspiderpurrs#mafia au#mob tony stark#mob boss tony stark#mob bucky barnes#mob boss bucky barnes#mob steve rogers#mob boss steve rogers
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'You Had Me At Hello'
Pairings: Single Mom Reader x Mob Boss Bucky Barnes, Slight Reader x OMC
Word Count: 2516
Warnings: Verbal Abuse, Slight Physical Abuse
Being a single mom wasnât something youâd ever envisioned for yourself. Youâd always thought that youâd be the type of woman to have the whole white picket fence lifestyle with a husband that loved you deeply. That didnât happen though and instead you ended up dating some jerk of a businessman for three years until he left you at eight months pregnant for his secretary.
You should have seen it coming considering how pretentious and conceited he was, but you were a fool in love who held out hope that heâd change for the better. You thought the pregnancy would help the two of you become closer again, but it did the complete opposite.
In the long run, you supposed that walking in on Tommy fucking his secretary was a blessing in disguise. At the time youâd been heartbroken but now you were glad to no longer have him in your life despite the hardships youâd faced. Youâd been able to get emergency housing due to the fact you were eight months pregnant when he kicked you out, but it hadnât been easy and money was hard to come by, you'd done whatever you could just to scrape enough money together to get all of the necessities for your baby before they arrived.
When your daughter was born everything in your life changed, youâd never experienced a love like it before and you knew from that moment on that she would always be your number one priority. When Gracie turned one was when you officially went back to work, your neighbour helped out when she could with taking care of Gracie, but for the most part youâd have to take her with you. It wasnât the best plan but you had no other choice, you needed the money and couldnât leave Gracie alone.
That plan worked just fine until Gracie started attending preschool and your landlord decided to put your rent up by fifteen percent. After that you had to work two jobs just to make ends meet, ideally you would have worked three but you needed that time to spend with Gracie.
Today was one of those days where just about everything that could go wrong did. Firstly two people called in sick at the diner you worked at which meant that apart from the cook, you would be the only one working. Then Gracieâs preschool called and told you that you needed to pick her up because sheâd bitten another student. By some miracle youâd managed to get a hold of your neighbour who picked Gracie up for you and dropped her off at the diner.
You hadnât spoken to her about the incident at school yet because you were far too busy, but you planned on it once your shift finished. Currently, Gracie was sitting at the counter doing some colouring while you worked. If only that had been as stressful as your day would get, but apparently the universe hated you.
You walk over to the corner booth and smile brightly when you spot one of your regulars, James Barnes. He'd been coming to the diner for around four months now, he was always kind to you and always made sure to tip you generously. He tended to flirt with you, but it was never taken seriously on your part, you were sure that someone as handsome and as charming as James wouldnât ever be interested in you. That didnât mean you didnât feel good when heâd make sweet remarks and flash that award winning smile at you.Â
âHey Sugar, you look beautiful todayâ he says with his signature smirk. You roll your eyes playfully and giggle gently, âJames, Iâve been running around this place like a crazy woman. I couldnât look less beautiful. Now would you like the usual?â you say with a smile. James leans back in his seat and looks you over, âFirstly, Iâve told you to call me Bucky. Secondly, you look as beautiful as ever. Thirdly, you shouldnât have to run around this place to begin with, you should have someone to take care of you. But yeah, Iâll have my usual pleaseâ he says softly. You blush and nod your head, âIâll bring it over in a minuteâ you say with a slight smile.Â
Bucky always ordered the same thing which was a black coffee and a slice of pie. You grab the coffee pot and pour him a cup before placing a slice of lemon meringue pie on a plate. You turn around to walk back over to Bucky, but are stopped in your tracks at the man walking inside the diner. What the hell was Tommy doing here?
You hadnât seen him since heâd kicked you out on the street. Your hands were shaking and you threw the cup and plate down on the counter, âPumpkin, come hereâ you said quickly to your daughter. Gracie hopped down from the stool and came over to you, Tommy was walking this way and you felt like you were going to pass out.Â
You picked Gracie up and held her on your hip, you couldnât let her be a part of this especially considering the fact youâd told her that her father was in heaven. You look around for a way out before your eyes land on Bucky, you swallow thickly and walk over to him, âI..Iâm really sorry to ask, but could you please just watch my daughter for a minute? I need to take care of something and I..â you begin to ramble.
Bucky shakes his head and gestures for you to put Gracie in the booth opposite him, âItâs no problem. I love kids and she seems like an angelâ he says softly. You felt relief flood your system and you set Gracie down, âBe good Pumpkin. Stay here with Mr Buckyâ you say before pressing a kiss to her head.
âY/N, I want to speak to you. Is that her?â you hear Tommy call out from behind you. Taking a calming breath, you walk over and grab hold of him before pulling him out of the back entrance. âWho the hell do you think you are Tommy?! I havenât seen you in over three years. You donât just get to turn up and announce yourself to my daughter!â you exclaim.
Tommy scoffs slightly, âOur daughter, Y/N. Iâve spent two months tracking you down. Iâm her father and I want to see her. You either let me see her, or I file for custody. Who do you think will win that court case? The struggling mother who can barely afford to clothe her or the father who has the capability to send her to the best school in the state?âÂ
âY..You canât do that. You canât take her away from me. I wonât let you, Tommyâ you say firmly. He laughs and takes a step closer to you, âOh yeah? And how do you plan on stopping me? Youâre still the pathetic little fool that youâve always been. You were just an easy fuck, Y/N. Thatâs the only reason I put up with you for so long, but Iâll be damned if I let my daughter grow up to be like her motherâ he says flatly.
You couldnât handle his words of torment any longer and slapped him hard across the face, it was the only time since youâd met Tommy that youâd ever stuck up for yourself. It might not have been the brightest idea though, because the next second Tommy had his hand around your throat and had knocked your head against the wall. You groan out in pain and try to pull his hand away, âYou stupid fucking bitchâ he snarls out, he raised his fist to hit you but it never made contact.
Suddenly, he wasnât anywhere near you and Bucky was standing in front of you. He lifted your chin with his fingers to check over your face before turning your head gently to check the cut on the back of your head from when it had hit the wall, âHey Sugar, are you alright?â he said softly. You nod gently but wince at the pain in your head, âI donât think you are. Iâll take you to the doctor, youâve got quite a nasty cutâ he says sympathetically.
Tommy stands back up from the ground where Bucky had thrown him, âHey man, get the fuck out of here. My girl and I were just talkingâ he shouts. Anger flickered behind Buckyâs eyes at Tommyâs words, he turned around to stare Tommy down and you saw the fear that immediately consumed Tommy, it was almost as if he recognised Bucky.Â
âM..Mr Barnes..I..I didnât know it was youâ he stutters out. Bucky laughs darkly, âSo you know who I am? And what do I do for a living, correct?â he asks calmly. Tommy quickly nods his head and holds his hands up in defence, âYes..Yes of courseâ he says, youâd never seen Tommy look afraid of anyone so why did he look like he was about to cry in front of James? Bucky hums gently, âRight, so do you want to explain to me why you put your hands on my girl?â he asks.
Your eyes flicker to Bucky in confusion, you werenât his..Not that you hadnât dreamt about it. Tommy glances at you, âWait..Wait..Youâre dating him? You let a man like that around our daughter but wonât let me speak to her? Do you even know who he is?â he spits out. You swallow thickly and fiddle with your fingers, âYou kicked me out and left me for your secretary while I was eight months pregnant. You donât get to dictate who I date or sleep with, and you definitely donât get to tell me who I bring around MY daughterâ you say firmly while taking a step forward to stand by Buckyâs side.
He looked proud of you and subtly reached for your hand squeezing it softly. Tommy looked like he was about to blow a gasket and scoffs loudly, âYou know what, youâre not even worth it. Youâll come crawling back when he moves on to his next whoreâ he says before straightening his suit and making his way out of the alleyway.
You let out a sigh of relief and let go of Buckyâs hand but he just holds it tighter refusing to let you part ways, âWhat do you think youâre doing Sugar?â he asks. You blush and look up at him, âWell..I..erm..I figured that you were just putting on a show to get him to leave. I can take myself to the doctors, itâs no big dealâ you say quietly.Â
âOh Sugar, I wasnât putting on a show. I meant every word that I said. Youâre my girl. You have been ever since I walked into this diner. Iâve just been waiting for you to realise itâ he says with his usual charming smile. Your mouth drops open in shock at his words, âWh..What? But Iâm..Iâm not..You could do so much better, Iâm not the type of woman you want by your side. I mean, youâre..You know..From a certain societal class and Iâm a single mother working two jobsâ you say quietly.
Bucky laughs softly, âNone of that matters to me, Sugar. Iâve been trying to do this at your pace, but clearly I wasnât obvious enough. So, Y/N would you please let me take you out on a date?â he asks with a smile. You were about to answer when you heard crying, a tall blonde man walked out the back of the diner with Gracie in his arms. You felt your body freeze up at this strange man holding your crying daughter, you were about to lose it when he spoke whilst looking at Bucky.
âIâm sorry Buck, she won't stop cryingâ he says while bouncing Gracie up and down. You walk over and Gracie immediately calms down, you take her from the man and glance back at Bucky. He shakes his head with a smile, âDonât worry about it. Y/N this is Steve, heâs my right hand man, but more importantly heâs like my brotherâ he says to you which allows you to relax.
At least Gracie hadnât been left with some random man, âItâs nice to meet you Steveâ you say softly. He nods his head with a polite smile, âItâs nice to finally meet you too. Buck hasnât stopped talking about you for weeksâ he says with a chuckle. You let out a laugh and smile brightly before remembering what Bucky had said, âWait, you said that heâs your right hand man. What is it you do for work?â you ask curiously. Steve stares at Bucky and shakes his head, âYou havenât told her? Jesus Buck. You need to tell her, Iâll wait for you in the carâ he says with a sigh. He gives you a friendly smile before walking back into the diner.
Bucky scratches the back of his head which makes you narrow your eyes in suspicion, âWhat is it? What do you do?â you ask firmly. He sighs softly, âIâm..erh..involved with some not so legal activitiesâ he says vaguely. âWhat kind of illegal activities?â you ask. He looks at the ground before making eye contact with you, âI may or may not be a mob boss..â he says with a slight laugh.
You just stare at him in shock for a few minutes and try to process what heâd just told you. There was no way that this sweet and lovely man could be a mob boss, he was like a damn cupcake half the time and made you feel safer than anyone had in years. âI know itâs a lot to process and if you want me to leave and never come back then Iâll do it. But I just want you to know that I like you Y.N, I want you in every way imaginable and I want to take care of you. I want to be the man that you deserve. I want to be there for you and Gracie if youâll let meâ he says softly.
His words made any resolve you had left crumble into pieces, you decided that you didnât care what he did for work as long as he treated you and Gracie in the way that heâd promised. You smile up at him before leaning up and pressing a deep kiss to his lips, âEww mommy..â Gracie whines which makes you laugh and pull away from Bucky.
You look at him with a light in your eyes that hadn't been there since you were a child, âWell, I can speak confidently when I say that we want you. I just want to know if this is really what you want. Are you sure you want us?â you say softly. Bucky chuckles gently and shakes his head fondly, âSugar, you had me at helloâÂ
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smog & spirits: spirit-raiser (mini-series)
Gangster/Peaky Blinders Inspired Fantasy AU
gangsterboss!bucky x witch!reader Bucky Barnes, the leader of Sootstone's Smog Boys, needs a favour. A nasty curse has been cast on him, and you are the witch he has chosen to help him break it.
Warnings: 18+ content minors dni, smut, fem reader, begging, orgasm denial, fingering, p in v, no aftercare, sex magic, blood magic, potion for arousal, curses and hexes, witchcraft, possession, mediums, if you squint theres some plot, smoking, mention of death/violence/torture, mention of police brutality, vaguely british setting??, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything
Word Count: 8k
A/N: hey. don't ask. this idea came to me a few days ago and i wrote it all out in like two sessions at 2am. i want to write more for this, i have so many ideas for some more one-shot style interactions. this just got so long so quickly so i had to cut some stuff. sorry for any typos - not proof read and edited while half asleep lol.
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You did not remember leaving your door unlocked.Â
The fog that settled over the smokey, portside district of Sootstone was suffocating. Despite it being only midday, the entire neighbourhood was cast into a muggy gloom. The sun could not break through the thick smog that comfortably nestled itself along the windy streets of The Warrens. The stench of smoke and fish hung heavy in the air, with sweaty dockworkers and dirty children darting between alleys. In your short journey to and from the small Sunday market, you had nearly been bowled over thrice by oblivious residents.Â
The Warrens, or Sootstone Port, as it was formally known, was not a pleasant place. Home to the working class and the rotted underbelly of the city of Blackstone. The high society chatters liked to forget such a place existed, as it was simply not a charming place to think about. Most worked the ports, ferrying in the sea trade. Others worked in the Smokestack district, manufacturing metal in factories that pumped ash and soot into the air. There were also the select few who turned to other trades, such as pubs, hotels, brothels, or even those who were forced into a life of joblessness on the streets.Â
The Warrens werenât so imaginatively named. It was a clever joke among high-society gossipers that the poor fucked like rabbits and lived in their elaborate winding burrows, from which they rarely emerged for air. The people of Sootstone had accepted the insult, finding the whole metaphor rather hilarious. That was because the Warreners could take a joke, unlike the condescending crowd of high society. It could also be argued that the residents of The Warrens could not come up with a better metaphor, as most were not educated in any sense.Â
Perhaps the mixture of smog and that lack of an education had finally made it to your head. You were left standing, perplexed, as your front door swung open without so much of a nudge. The lock was normally a sticky one, leaving you to jiggle the knob and slam your shoulder against the frame until it came unstuck. Never in your two years of living in the tiny flat had you ever witnessed such a sight.Â
You wouldâve thought it a miracle if it werenât for the implications.Â
It was true that The Warrens were notorious for crimes. Theft, assault, and murder. Even if coppers paraded the streets, they werenât truly there to stop criminals. No, they were more interested in beating any poor innocents that got in their way. It was better to find protection from vigilante gangs who roamed Sootstoneâs streets, scrapping like stray dogs over territories. As much as those uninvolved in such business were afraid of them, they also respected them. Their deeds werenât always motivated by blood and destruction; the gangs stood to protect their communities as no one else would.Â
Even if you and your surrounding neighbours were under the protection of Barnesâ Smog Boys, it was definitely still alarming to see a group of them gathered in your small kitchen.Â
âLookie who's home.â One of the men cooed at the sight of you. He stood closest to the door, one hand tucked in his jacket pocket while the other fiddled with a toothpick that hung from his lips. His blond hair was slicked back, tucked under a flatcap. Steve Rogers. The Smog Boys right hand man. Next to him was Sam Wilson, his stocky form leaning against your rickety cupboards. His gaze was fixed on a silver pocket watch he had tightly secured in his left palm, a short chain draping across his vest. He glanced up at Steveâs words, a wicked smirk crossing his lips at the sight of you.Â
âSunday market?â Sam queried, and you drew your woven basket closer. There was an unsettling sneer in his voice.Â
The Smog Boys were one of seven gangs that roamed the underbelly of Blackstone. Their territories lay in the fog of Sootstone Port and the smokey streets of the Smokestack district and The Warrens. You could commonly see them stalking the streets, dressed in all black with their flatcaps and slicked back hair. They moved through the smog like ghosts, navigating the twisting streets with an unnatural ease. Some called them ghouls; others called them saviours from the fog.Â
The final man, the worst of them all, was Bucky Barnes. He sat across from you, half obscured by your small dining table. He had laid a box of cigarettes and matches on the marked wood. One was smoking between his lips, his head angled down and cocked to one side, as he assessed you with a look of boredom. There was a terrifying edge of calculation in his gaze as he evaluated you. He was just as large as the other two men, with muscles poorly hidden beneath his black, tailored suit. His hair, similarly to Steve's, was slicked back, and the sides buzzed. A 5âoclock shadow ghosted his jawline, but overall, his appearance was unsettlingly neat.Â
Not a speck of ash or soot. As if he had just appeared within your flat, blinking into existence rather than having walked The Warrens like any other mere mortal.Â
You had never seen the man in person. No. If the Smog Boys were ghosts, Bucky certainly lived up to the name. He was an enigma, a haunting story whispered between children. He had clawed his way up to a position of power from the gutters of The Warrens, bloodshed and all. He was a notorious skirt-chaser, his handsome appearance and strong build drawing in women from all classes. Looking at him now, despite the terror congealing in your blood, you could understand the appeal.Â
âWhyâre you here?â You ask hesitantly. Unlike the gangsters before you, you were not pristine by any means. Falling ash had coated your shoulders, staining the tartan fabric of the mantle draped over your shoulders. Your hair was swept up under a head scarf, which was also covered in a layer of soot and dust from the smokestacks. Even your worn leather boots were not safe; mud and filth caked onto the heels and sides. The streets of The Warren had never known any type of cleanliness.Â
âCome to introduce ourselves. Donât think weâve ever met before, âleast I think I wouldâave remembered a pretty face like yours.â Steve speaks up, a gleam in his eye. His tone is playful yet somehow cruel. The chuckle he and Sam share rattles you. The two of them were also said to try their luck with the women who crowded around, searching for the thrill of a gangster lover.
âYou mightâave mistaken me for someone else⊠Iâve lived here two years now.â You speak with a continued caution. With precise movements, as to not brush either of the hulking men crowding the kitchen entrance, you place your basket on a nearby surface. Even the cloth that you have thrown over the items is coated in a layer of ash.Â
âWe know.â Sam says, twisting his body. He lifts up the cloth, inspecting the food beneath. You know it is nothing excitingâsome bread, fish, and vegetables. As well as a handful of sweets you gave to the children of your neighbour. You keep your mouth shut as Sam dips into the white and red striped paper bag and pops one of the sweets into his mouth with a satisfied hum.Â
Steve pushes himself off the wall, his jacket brushing against you. He was far taller than you, tall enough that he had to crane his neck down in order to whisper in your ear. âA lilâ birdy told us youâre a spirit-raiser.âÂ
âIâNo.â You stumble over your words, eyes darting between the three men. Bucky is still silent, still like a cat hunting a mouse. The gaze he assessed you with was one of a predator, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. He doesnât crack a smile as the two men beside you laugh between themselves.Â
To fend off some anxious energy, you make quick work of unknotting your headscarf. Ash and dust flutter to the ground as you shake out the fabric, a frown etched across your features. You could not help but let your mind wonder to the stories you had heard growing up. You were a lifelong resident of The Warrens, only moving to live on your own after sickness claimed your mother. You father had passed long before that, lost to drink.Â
âWhat do you call yourself then? Hm?â Steve asks, breath hot against your cheek. You flinch as he pulls a fleck of ash from your hair. In the stories, they would speak of men with their tongues cut out. Bodies that were filled with bricks, then stitched back up and sunk to the bottom of the Sootstone Port. Men were found hanged from street lights, severely beaten, with sections of skin along their thighs and chest peeled off with a blade. And those were only the bodies coppers found.Â
âI prefer witch.â You correct, brows furrowing. Your head turns to look at the gangster, wary of how close his fingers lingered. Teeth bared in a grin, he blows a soft breath across your hair, the last of the ash unsettled as it floats away. You can smell tobacco on his breathâa familiar scent to you.
âI need a favour.â Bucky finally speaks up, his voice low. Your gaze snaps to meet his.Â
You blink. âA favour?â
You jump as Bucky finally moves, his foot jerking as he kicks the seat opposite him. The chair scrapes across the hardwood floors, stopping centimetres before your boots.Â
âSit.â He commands.Â
Samâs hand finds the back of your neck, a soft push guiding you in the direction of the free space. You obey, your knee bouncing as you take a seat. You sit near the edge of the chair, leaving some distance between yourself and the table. As if sensing your desire to bolt, Steve sweeps up behind you, pushing the chair in until you are fully tucked in. Then, with mocking laughter, Sam and Steve take a seat on either side of you.Â
âNo one told me there was any issue about magicââ You begin. Steve snickers beside you, returning to fiddling with the toothpick still poking from his mouth.Â
âA favour.â Bucky repeats, exhaling smoke from his nose. Sam leans back in his seat, legs spread so widely that his knee touches yours. You shrink back as far as possible. âIâm no copper. I donât care what you practitioners get up to.â
You find yourself blinking in surprise once more. Magic was a subject that divided many, mostly due to itâs misunderstood nature. High society treated magic as another lavish hobby or skill, with some even going to private schools to turn their gifts into professions with the right licences. Of course, the people of the lower-class were banned from performing such tricks unless they were in possession of the right permits. Due to the nature of the slums being, well, impoverished, unlicensed magic ran rampant through the streets. It wasnât uncommon knowledge that an entire blackmarket of forbidden arts ran in the backalleys and warehouses of The Warren. Places where those needing particular services could find them for a much more convenient price than in the higherclass areas of Blackstone.Â
You had kept your services rather secretive, never using your real identity with clients. It was a precaution to not have coppers knocking down your door in the middle of the night. It seemed, despite your best efforts, that nothing flew past Bucky Barnes. But then again, nothing seemed to fly past the gangster. He knew of every black market and every whisper of illegal activity in the slums. It would be foolish to believe he was unaware of you; however, why did he specifically sort you out? Now that was a mystery.Â
âI donât understandââ You choke out, head whipping back and forth as you look between the men.Â
Bucky sighs loudly in annoyance, loud enough that you flinch back. He puts out the remains of his cigarette on your dining table, the smouldering dip leaving a black, circular mark on the wood. He digs into one of the pockets of his vest, revealing a large pendant necklace. The chain is silver, with an oval shaped jewel hanging from the centre. The silver that encrusts it in place is swirled, ensuring there are no gaps for it to escape. Sam and Steve fall quiet, any feeling of twisted amusement dropping from the room. Bucky slides the necklace across the table.
You recoil. This time not out of fear, but rather from the aura the necklace exudes.Â
Goosebumps rise across your skin, and bile rises in your throat. There was a wickedness in the air, as if all the light and sweetness in the world were sucked into an empty, yawning void. The world feels still, as if even the ash outside has failed to fall. The room is cast into a sickening silence, a silence so strong that even the surrounding world refuses to push through. You can no longer hear the people walking through the winding streets of The Warren, not the clang of metal from the smokestacks or the cry of the dockworkers.Â
Rot.Â
It is the only word that comes to your mind. It is as if the jewel itself is rotten, potent, and putrid. An invisible smell so strong you nearly gag. Your skin crawls the longer you stare, as if you rot along with itâbugs squirming beneath your flesh, the taste of dirt in your mouth. Â
âWhatâs this?â You asked, your voice strained. You know the blood has drained from your face. Bucky looks at you with curiosity.Â
âYou tell me.â
You look down at the necklace. Dread rises once more, and the chill of soil settles across your shoulders. You twist your head and your neck, feeling uncomfortable and strained the longer you gaze upon the necklace.Â
There was something terribly, terribly wrong about it.Â
âThereâs a⊠a sickness⊠a rotâa curse.â You stumble over your words, your entire body squirming against your will. The feeling of dread swims through you; the sensation that you need to get as far away as possible reverberates down your spine.Â
âBecca was right.â Steve sings somewhere besides you, but you barely register his words.Â
âWhereâd you find this?â You ask. The room is tighter than usual, with the rickety, peeling cabinets closing in around you. The oven screeches on its iron legs, the yellowed wallpaper crushing closer and closer. Your head falls into your hands, elbows propped onto the table. You let out a shuddering breath, trying to rid yourself of the sickly feeling. You rub your fingers up your face, pinching the bridge of your nose, then massaging your forehead
âIt was given to me. As a gift.â As he speaks, you reluctantly open your eyes once more. The room has returned to as you remember, your vision less dizzying as you take in a deep gulp of air, your heart thundering in your ears. You must make a face, because it prompts him to speak once more.Â
âMy sister has a sensitivity. She is convincedââ
âThereâs a spirit attached to that jewel.â You interrupt before thinking. Your knees bounce beneath the table, your feet shaking. Your entire being screams that you need to get away from the object. You do not care for politeness or fear of these men, as the horror in your heart you felt gazing upon the necklace greatly outweighed any potential anxieties of the future.
âYes.â His voice matches his composureâcool and collected. Wholly unaffected by the horrific aura cast by the necklace. Bucky and his men were not magically inclined. They were completely oblivious to the calamity that sat before them.Â
âThe spirits're attached to you, too.â You pause, the feeling of bile rising in your throat once more. âYou need to get it lifted.â
âThatâs where the favour comes in, doll.â
âI donâtâŠ?â You nearly doubled over. âPlease get rid of it. I canâtââ
Barnes leans forward, slowly dragging the necklace over the wood. He slowly deposits it into his breast pocket, watching with curiosity as you sag in relief. You would need to burn this table after they left. You could still sense the rot engrained in the pores of the wood.Â
âI need to speak with the spirit attached.â
Your forearms lay flat on the table, and you rest your head against them as you try to remember how to breathe. A wave of exhaustion rolls over you. Was this how they tortured their victims? Wore them down into pathetic, panting messes? Were you about to become another body at the bottom of the Sootstone port? You mumble into the fabric. âI canât raise a spirit without a name.â
âI know her name.â
You pause, lifting your head slowly. âYou want to ask her how to break it? You may know her, but spiritsâre tricksters they wonât always give ya the correct informationââ
âI know how to deal with her.â
You arch a brow, unsure.
âSheâs a scorned lover.â Sam whispers beside you. You jump, having forgotten the two other men sitting besides you. Bucky scowls at his wordsâthe most emotion he has shown in the entire time.Â
âEveryone knows you donât âave a witch for a moll unless youâre gonna marry her.â Steve butts in, and the two men share a chuckle.Â
âShut your mugs. The both of ya.â Bucky snarls, and they both fall silent, although you canât help but notice their bemused smiles. After a brief, tense silence, the gangster settles back into his seat, tipping his chin upward in a nod. âMorwenna Blackthorn.â
You hesitate, glancing between the three men. They watch you expectantly, relaxing back into their respective seats. Given their status and reputation, you had to presume they were familiar with the workings of underground magic. Licenced practitioners would have clients sign lengthy documents for protection in the event of a spell or session backfiring. The Warrens did not have such luxuriesâif you made a mistake, no one could protect you or them from the consequences.Â
You inhale sharply, placing your hands palms down on the table. The wood hums beneath your touch, the invisible vapours of the curse tickling your flesh. With a roll of your shoulders, you exhale slowly, allowing your body to relax.Â
Ink drips across your vision, swirling darkness millimetres before your eyes. You stare hard into the invisible void, searching blindly through the tendrils of smoke. Morwenna Blackthorn. Morwenna Blackthorn. Morwenna Blackthorn. Your mind hums. Through the dark fog, you can make out figuresâflickers of candle flames casting large, distorted shadows. Morwenna Blackthorn. Bones crunch beneath your feet, yet at the same time, you float. Morwenna Blackthorn. Your hands burn into the table, the rotting sensation tangling through your digits, pulling you deeper.Â
Morwenna Blackthorn
You can see a thin line of thread hanging through the void.Â
Morwenna Blackthorn.
It is red; a series of knots tugged tightly intermittently.Â
Morwenna Blackthorn.
Your fingers grasp the fibres gently, your nail hooking around one of the tiny knots.Â
You tug.
Morwenna Blackthorn.
A violent, ragged gasp leaves you. It claws up your throat, ripping at the flesh. Your entire body tenses, your spine straightening as your head snaps back. For a moment, you are suspended. You can feel her with you, her ghostly fingers stroking tenderly across your skin. She smooths over the back of your hands, slowly and gradually winding her way up your arms. She clutches your shoulders, her bones digging into your flesh.
Then, with violence strong enough that you fear she has folded your spine in half, she pushes down.Â
Your body instantly relaxes, head lulling downward. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and despite the appearance being a milky white, you can see perfectly clearly. Morwenna has settled herself deep within your bones, controlling your movements like a puppeteer. You are conscious enough to understand what is happening, but you are not in control of your actions or speech.
Your mouth spread into a wide, sly smile. âBucky, my love.â
âMor.â The gangster greets, although he does not seem entirely pleased. You pout, leaning your elbows onto the table.Â
âNot happy to see me?â You coo. Somewhere beside you, Steve shifts in his seat uncomfortably. It is the most off put youâve ever seen the man so far. He winces as your head swings around, a wicked grin gracing your lips. âOh, Stevie and Sam. Didnât see you two here.â
âMor.â The two men grumble in unison, scowling.Â
âAwh. Why so glum, boys?â You whine, your chair scraping against the floor as you stand. Your movements are fluid and graceful, entirely not your own. Your hands stroke across the back of the chair, then swooshes up to meet your chest.Â
You lean forward, tutting as you inspect your reflection in the glass of a nearby cupboard. âTrust you to find a pretty one in The Warrens.âÂ
Your hands move to unpin your mantle, a cloud of ash lingering in the air as you drop it to the floor. You sigh in relief, your fingers unbuttoning the top of your shirt, revealing the curve of your breasts. Your hands smooth down your waist to your hips; your full figure is now displayed.Â
âYou missed me that much, my love? That you had to find a pretty vessel for me so you could get your cock wet, hm?â You hum, sashying towards the table once more.Â
âThatâs not why youâre here.â Bucky replies. He seems frozen in place. The horror of familiarity. Recognising the mannerisms of someone he once knew in a complete stranger.Â
You ignore his words, unpinning your hair. Thick locks unroll, cascading down your shoulders and back. You let out an exaggerated, satisfied sigh, rolling your neck. The strands frame your face, and the rich colour brings colour to your cheeks.Â
âMorwenna.â Bucky snaps. Your brows furrow as you look over to him, pouting once more. âYou put a curse. On the necklace.â
Your mind momentarily blanks, as if Morwenna were trying to recall what he said. Spirits often grew confused trying to recall memories, especially ones that brought them anguish. A cog seems to turn as you flash the gangster another beaming smile.Â
âThe necklace⊠oh. Did you like it? My parting gift to you? Before you fucked me over you piece ofââ Your voice, once sweet and soft, deepens to a guttural growl. Your body shakes, and words cut off as you cough and hack. Your hand raises to your mouth, warm fluid leaking from your lips. You let in a shuddering breath, rubbing your fingers and palms down your chin. Blood smears across your skin.Â
âYou shot me, my love.â You gasp, your brows furrowing as your head tilts. âYou shot me.â
âYou betrayed us, remember? You were a ratââ Steve jumps in, but is quickly cut off.Â
âSteve.â Bucky warns.
Your hands find your stomach, doubling over as you sob. There is no wound, no blood. Still, your hands dig at the fabric while ragged, pathetic cries leave your blood stained lips.Â
âHow do I break the curse?â
You shuddering sobs stop, a dreadful silence falling over the tiny kitchen. A guttural laugh erupts from you, saliva mixed with blood dripping from your lips to the floor. âThe curse. The curse? I should have known⊠I should have knownâŠâ
Your body jerks upward, movements stiff, and jerks like a marionette doll. Samâs face contorts into one of fear, while Steve looks horrified. You jerk forward, nearly tripping over the chair as you plunge towards the table. Your stomach smacks hard against the wood, a winded wheeze escaping your lungs as you drag yourself forward by your nails.Â
âDonât you love me? Donât you want me?â You cry, your head beginning to twist, the angle so unnatural that it strains your neck.Â
âHow do I break it?â Bucky repeats, voice firm. He hasnât so much as flinched, a wall of steel as you crawl towards him.Â
âIt was born in chaos, so it must be undone in chaos. I will find you. I will tear you limb from limb. I will make you rot from the inside out; maggots will grow within you; and mould will bloom in your soul. Everything will crumble to dust beneath your touch. I will ruin you until you bâbâbeââ
Your body slides back, and for the first time in the entire session, you grab the reins. You search blindly for the knotted thread, tugging hard. Your body steps back from the table, muscles spasming and tense as your body locks in place.Â
You tug harder, and darkness swims across your vision. Candles flicker and dance in the distance, the sun rising and falling as your body twists up and down. The smell of rot slowly subsides, threads slipping from your fingers. The scent of copper and ash is on your tongue, and your head is pounding.Â
A dramatic sigh leaves you as your body slumps. You find yourself standing before the table, three sets of eyes burning into you as your own eyes roll back into place. Sam and Steve look equally disturbed as they are horrified, the blondâs mouth agape in shock.Â
âThe fuck was that?â Sam barks.
âI ainât never seen a spirit session like that before, Buckââ Steve begins.
âShut it.â Bucky barks, rising to his feet.Â
There is a sickly feeling in your chest, a radiating pain across your ribcage. You barely register the gangster walking up to you, gripping your chin between his index and thumb.Â
âYou pulled yourself out early.â Bucky sneers. âWhy?â
âBuckââ Steve calls again. With a growl, Bucky releases you, twisting around to snarl at Steve.Â
âI thought you told me she was the best in the Warrens?â
âShe is. Didâya not see that shit?â
âShe didnât get me an answerââ
âChaos magic.â You finally speak up, your voice raspy. The gangsters pause, slowly turning to face you. âShe told you. Itâs chaos magic. Whatâs born in chaos must be undone in chaos.â
Your hand raises to your face, your fingertips touching your upperlip as warm blood flows from your nose. You raise your hand into the light, inspecting the crimson liquid. Your eyes cut over to Bucky's, and he frowns.Â
âChaos magic?â He questions.Â
âSex magic.â You state, fighting the heat growing across your cheeks. Without much of a care or a flinch, you navigate your way past the group. Your shirt brushes against Buckyâs jacket, the rotting feeling momentarily settling in your stomach as the fabric brushes his breastpocket. You pause in front of your sink, knuckles white as you grip the lip. Blood continues to stream steadily from your nose, dripping into the basin.Â
âYou focus your thoughts on one thing; you get pulled into a trance. Take the energy, the chaos, and you focus it. At the peak, picture what youâre manifestinâ. The chaos that youâve built through the act is released at the moment of orgasm.â You explain, your gaze solidly locked onto the blood that swirls down your drain.Â
âSex magic.â Bucky hums in thought.
Steve spoke up from beside him with a snicker. âHow poetic.â
â
You hated how your hands shook. If Bucky had noticed, he hadnât brought it up. He was coolly inspecting your tiny bedroom, hands tucked into his pockets. The room had an eclectic taste, with walls covered in shelving. You collected books, objects, trinkets, or other things that helped your work. Drying herbs hung from your curtain railings, your desk cluttered with papers you had hastily scribbled notes upon.Â
You ground your palm harder into the pestle, gritting your teeth as you worked the herbs inside into a fine paste. Your bed, stripped bare, had been pushed to the side of the room. It usually sat near the centre, atop a fraying rug. The rug had also been removed, rolled up, and placed somewhere in your stairway. The old wood beneath had been painted by your hand, with intricate runes, symbols, and swirls making up the general shape of a circle. You had already lined it with black salt, candles burning at each cardinal direction. At the centre of the circle, you had laid your bedding and pillows for comfort.Â
Bucky had sent Steve and Sam away, the two men snickering like a pair of school boys. You all knew what was about to unfold; it was just a question of why you had allowed yourself to become tangled up in such a situation. You had done similar rituals for clients before, yes, but none of those clients had been the boss of the Smog Boys. None of them had been Bucky Barnes.Â
You eyed him as he paused in front of the carved circle, mindlessly playing with the jewelled necklace that hung from his grip. The awful, dreadful, rotting sensation was dulled; youâd nearly begged the gangster to let you cleanse the object. It was a temporary relief that would wear down in a few hours, but at least you could complete your work without gagging at the feeling of it. You hurriedly poured the thick paste from the herbs into a pot, which boiled in your fireplace. It only took a couple of stirs for the potion to settle. You could feel Buckyâs eyes assessing your every movement as you poured the steaming liquid into two cups, briefly swirling each to ensure the consistency was correct.Â
âRemind me what this is.â The gangster asked, closing the distance between you. His nose wrinkled in distaste at the scent.Â
âA potion to help with the ritual. Some find itâŠhard to perform.â You say, wincing as you realise what you implied. Bucky raises a brow as you fumble over your words. âIt heightens arousal and pleasure.â
âI wonât find it hard to perform.â He replies curtly.Â
âI know. I wasnât saying thatâI just⊠from experienceâŠâ You stumble again. If only you could punch yourself in the face for this idiocy.Â
âRelax, doll.â He hums, his hand finding your shoulder. You exhale sharply, lips pressed together, as your shoulders drop in response. âI can find someone else if you donât want this.â
As much as you hated yourself for admitting it, you did want this. Maybe it was a sick curiosity, wondering if this dangerous yet handsome man could perform as well as you imagined, as well as it was rumoured. You swallow, your mouth feeling dry. âNo. I want this.â
âGood.â His hand brushes a loose strand of hair from your face, and his head dips to look at you better. âHonestly, I could fuck you with or without the potion, doll.â
There is a knowing smirk spreading across his face as your mind blanks. Fucking rake. You consider if the fumes from the potion have already leaked their effects onto you both. You can feel a warmth growing between your legs.Â
âItâs my job.â You mutter, stepping away. Although youâre unsure if the reassurance is for yourself or for him. His chuckle follows you as you sweep across the room, returning to your small desk. âDo you want me to explain the ritual in detail or just give you the gist of it?â
âSpare the details; just run me through what I need to do.â He responds. He has closed the distance between the both of you again, peering over your shoulder as you fumble through your things.Â
âWell, itâs pretty simple.â You sigh, turning around. Your chests are nearly pressed together as you spin. You back up as far as possible, your hands moving behind your back as you grip the edge of the desk to steady yourself. "Weâll have to draw some blood with a blade and put it on the necklace to link it to our energies. Itâs sigil magic, nothing youâll have to worry about. We take the potionsâŠâ
You fade off with a shrug. Bucky smirks once more, his chin lifting in amusement, but his gaze remains solidly locked onto you. His hands go to his pockets, and his wide chest blocks your movements. You clear your throat. âThe ending is more what youâll need to focus on. When you reach⊠climax⊠you must focus all your energy on the necklace and nothing else. I will be there to guide and remind you, but you canât let your thoughts stray.â
âWhat about you? What will you have to think of?â He questions, his voice low. His adams apple bobs as he swallows slowly, his tongue running across his bottom lip in thought. Intriguing question. No one had asked you that before.Â
âDoesnât matter. Youâre the only one who needs to orgasm.â
âWhy?â
âThe curse is linked to you. Only you can break it, with my assistance, of course. I am just here to help guide you and lend you my energy. I am just a conduit for the magic, to focus it.â You explain. Thinking it was best to get it over and done with, you finally pluck up the courage to push past him.Â
Your athame was already in place; the candles were lit, salt laid, and sigil memorised. There was only one thing left to doâthe act. You crouch down by the fireplace, retrieving the two cups. Bucky gives you an incredulous look.Â
âIt tastes better than it smells.â You reassure him, handing him the saucer. He inspects the liquid once more, wincing, then shrugging in surprise as he finally downs the lot. You watch with a scrutinising gaze as he places the cup down, rolling his shoulders.Â
The potion would take all of five seconds to take affect. It didnât alter the brain or take away authority; rather, it heightened already present feelings of arousal or pleasure. The user would experience a rather euphoric sensation. Dodgy brothels often microdosed their clients with such herbs to heighten the experience. Also to hook in a new, loyal customer. Used sparingly, the herbs were fine, but they were highly addictive.Â
And illegal. Most of your work fell into that category.
Within moments, you could see Buckyâs pupils dilate, his jaw and shoulders relaxing, and his nostrils flaring as he exhaled slowly. His voice was strained as he spoke up, his tone gravelly and low as he cleared his throat in surprise. âFuck. That does feel good, doesnât it?â
You smile shyly into your own cup and swallow down the liquid. You were familiar with the taste and itâs effects. It was surprisingly sweet, with a vanilla, nutty aftertaste. As soon as it hit your stomach, you could already feel the warmth growing in your coreâa delightful tingling sensation spreading up your spine and skull.Â
You were quick to place your cup down and cross the room to retrieve the athame. You had to pin point your actions very directly so as not to get distracted by the hulking man looming in your room. The potion was definitely potent, because any fear or anxiety had left you. Your body begged for him to come closer, to touch you, to kiss you. Not yet. Soon.Â
âCome here.â You murmur, drawing the blade from itâs sheath. Bucky obeys, wordlessly stalking towards you and presenting you with his palm. You look up at him through your lashes, gently taking his hand into yours. Your skin sings at the content, a rush of goosebumps raising across your skin. âWe donât need much blood.â
The gangster is still as you drag the blade in a short cut along the heel of his palm. You push into the mound, coaxing out droplets of blood to blister to the surface. âThe necklace.â
He lets out a low, agreeable grunt as he hands it to you. The potion has helped you ignore any bad energy attached to the object. Your skin simmers as you brush your finger tips along the cut, gathering Buckyâs blood. You take the jewel, smearing the blood across the slippery surface into one half of a symbol. Bucky watches expectantly as you hastily repeat the process with your own hand, smearing your blood to complete the symbol.Â
âYou need to wear it.â You hum and guide the chain over his head. You know you should find a bandage or some kind of healing salve for your hands, but your attention is pulled away as Bucky grasps your hand. An involuntary whimper leaves your throat as he raises your palm to his lips, his tongue peaking out as he runs it across the open wound. The potion had definitely taken effect. Holy fuck, your back arches as pleasure shoots down your arm, blooming at the base of your skull.Â
His lips kiss along the cut, sucking and licking. Your mind swims from the sensationâideas of where else he could be putting his mouth to use. You pull your palm away, dragging it across his cheek as you cup his face. A crimson streak is smeared along his skin, and his lips are glossy from saliva and stained with your blood. The two of you clash in desperation, a rumbling groan being pulled from the gangster as his lips engulf yours.Â
You can taste copper on his tongue, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you flush against his body. The two of you move in a frantic rhythm, scarcely making room to breathe. You guide him clumsily to the painted circle, the two of you falling to your knees in unison. Blindly, you find his clothing, helping him tug off the jacket and then unbutton his vest.Â
His hands slip under your blouse, caressing the skin beneath. His fingers roam to your brassiere, your nipples hardening as he brushes them through the sleek fabric. You mewl into his mouth, squirming under his touch as the pulse between your legs quickens. His large palm comes to rest below your breasts, his thumb sitting on your sternum as he yanks you backwards onto his lap.Â
Your lips break, and you gasp for air as the gangster continues his assault down your neck to the exposed skin of your collarbone. His stubble tickles across your neck, and he gathers your skirts, fingers gliding past your stockings to your exposed inner thigh.Â
Your head tips backwards to rest on his shoulder, and loud, satisfied sighs leave you. The sensation is near blinding, your body alight with pleasure. Had you accidentally made a stronger dose in your nervousness? You had never yearned in such a way beforeâ
âWhatâre you doing?â You query with a gasp as his fingers slip beneath your loose tap pants.Â
Your question is answered as he strokes a fingertip through your wet folds.Â
âYouâre so wet.â He hums against your skin, voice strained. You can already feel his erection pressing into you. His grip on you remains firm, your back flush against his chest as he dips two of his fingers into you. Ecstasy fizzles across your skin, nails digging into his skin where you grip his arm.Â
âWhatâre youâ Iâm supposed to make youâah!â You whine, your breath coming fast as you lean harder into him. Your hips rock greedily, pushing your pelvis in time with his pumping fingers so the heel of his palm grinds against your clit.Â
âShh, doll. Relax.â He whispers, his tongue licking up the shell of your ear. Your eyes squeeze shut, and your body is locked in place by his grip. His pace increases, and the panting in your ear grows as his two digits glide in and out of your tight cunt.Â
âDo you like that?â He groans in your ear. Your grinding hips are now giving friction to his cock, which twitches against your backside through his pants. You whimper in response, a short sob bubbling from your mouth as you clench around him.Â
Your head lifts, eyes widening as you look down. You canât see much due to your skirts, but you can feel the knot tightening within your belly. Your hips move more desperately, needy, pathetic moans escaping you as his pace remains steady.Â
âPleaseââ You beg, squirming as the gangster chuckles.Â
âYou do like this, huh? Even if you acted like a little innocent virgin earlier.â He growls. The vibration is enough to set you over the edge, a loud cry leaving you as you clench hard around his fingers, body spasming. Bucky continues to steadily pump you through your orgasm. âGood girl.â
A continued arousal stirs in your belly at his praise. Your body slumps against him, panting and exhausted.Â
âSuch a good girl.â He hums again, his digits slipping out of you. You can feel the sloppy mess between your thighs, and as Bucky pulls his hand into the light, you can see the wet drenching his fingers. âI think I like this version of you. The one who makes pretty little noises while I fuck her brains out, hm?â
Youâre left speechless as the gangster lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a devilish smirk.Â
âWell, time to get this ritual over with then, donât you think?â He says. Youâre too exhausted and drunk on desire to bother replying. You allow him to guide you down, so your head is placed side-ways on one of the pillows. He guides your hips up, your legs slightly spread, and pushes your skirts to your hips.Â
âYouâll have to tell me when youâre close, so I can guide you.â You finally muster up the strength to say. The gangster pulls your tap pants down, exposing your cunt fully.Â
âSure thing, doll.â He says in response. You hear the sound of fabric rustling as he pulls out his cock.Â
Without much warning, he pushes into you, your arousal making it easy for his member to slide in and out of you. A growl burns in the back of his throat while you wordlessly make a fist around the sheets and blankets beneath you.Â
âFuck. Youâre so tight.â Bucky groans, his voice strained. âAnd to think youâve been hidinâ out in The Warrens all this time.â
He sinks deeper into you, pulling small whimpers and moans from you as he finds a steady, pleasurable rhythm. His hand slides up your clothed back, pushing you harder into the pillow with a grunt. His other hand finds your hips, his grip bruising as he guides you.Â
You bite down into the pillow, your pleasured sobs muffled by the feathers.Â
âYou squeezed so tightly around my fingers; I canât wait to see how youâll feel when you come around my cock.â Bucky grunted as he ploughed into you. His hand fists around your loose hair, fingers tangling through the locks as he tugs. Tears are beginning to prickle in your eyes, and your legs are wobbling from the sensation.Â
âPleaseââ you gasp out.Â
âPlease, what?â The gangster asks, tugging harder. The hand on your hip is squeezing tighter as he holds you in place.Â
âPleaseâI need toââ
âNo.â He growls, tugging you upward. You fall backwards into his lap once more, his cock still inside you but somehow deeper from the angle he holds you. âYou need to finish the ritual, remember? I canât have you guide me if youâre too fucked out to talk.â
Another sob leaves you, but you wordlessly nod. You hold onto the burning sensation in your gut, the waves of satisfaction so immense that your limbs tremble. Bucky continues to fuck up into you, his cock steadily driving into you as his free hand comes to lazily swirl your swollen clit.Â
You try to remember words, instructions, anything. You feel too high to even breathe. All you can do is focus on the sensation of the necklace rubbing against your back and the friction burning against your skin.Â
âFocus on the necklace. How it feels around your neck.â You squeak out, your eyes squeezed shut, as you try to ground yourself. âFocus on the feeling of the chain, the weight of the jewel. Think of your blood, how a piece of you is painted onto it.â
There is a moment of silence between the two of you, only the slapping of skin and the rasping of breath.Â
âAre you focused on it?â You ask.
âYes.â The gangster cuts back. His strokes were beginning to grow sloppy.Â
âFocus.â You whisper, though a breathy moan leaves you. âFeel your energy flow; feel your blood seep into the stone. Picture how it will shatter beneath your power.â
His hips jerk beneath you, his finger on your clit swirling faster. Your breath comes in sharp stutters, your back arching as you find no way to escape the rising sensation. His back is rock solid behind you, his hands keeping you in place as you begin to spiral. Your pussy tightens around him as you begin to screamâ
âPlease, Bucky. Please!â
Something snaps between the both of you, his hips jerking wildly as he spills into you. He moans into your ear at a deafening level, his fingers digging into your thighs. You double over in pleasure, your vision briefly going black as you cry out. Sparks dance across your skin, your body momentarily alight as the power of magic flows through you. You can feel the rush as your energy meets Buckyâs entangling with one another in a fierce battle. For a second, you feel intoxicated, colours bursting across your sight as the rush of magic rests in your chest, and then, just as quickly as it arrived, it cascades out of you.
Behind you, the sound of shattering can be heard above the moans. Â
Panting, Bucky releases you. You slump to the floor, off his lap. His cum drips from your pussy, thighs wet as sticky as you close your eyes, desperately trying to catch your breath. You roll onto your back, pressing your thighs together. Through heavy-lidded eyes, you look down at Bucky. He sits kneeling, dishevelled. His hair is ruffled, blood is still smeared along his cheek, and his shirt is untucked and creased.Â
At some point, he has tucked his cock away, suspenders hanging loosely by his hips. His gaze is not on you; rather, it is solely focused on the necklace in his palm. You go to lift your head, but you find yourself too weak and exhausted to bother. A mixture of being too fucked out to care and the lack of energy from acting as a conduit for the ritual.Â
âDid it work?â You ask the gangster, and his eyes finally pull up to look at you. His gaze wanders over your face, examining your swollen lips, the blush across your cheeks, and the areas where exposed skin remains. He cracks a grin, lifting his hand. The necklace dangles from his fingers, the large, blue jewel now gifted with a large crack down the centre.Â
You let out a sigh of relief, letting your head fall back as you stared up at the ceiling. Your eyes flicker closed, a sleepy warmth prickling across your scalp.Â
âDoll?â
Your eyes snap open with a jolt.Â
âItâs all done? The curse is gone?â The gangster questions. You weakly nod in reply.
âHer spirit and whatever curse she held have been released.â You affirm, voice sleepy, relaxing back into the pillows and blankets. âApologies. This type of spell drains me.â
Bucky chuckles. You were just glad you had enough sense near the end to actually guide him. The gangster appeared to be attempting to prove something with the orgasms he extracted from you. In the state you were in, you had little reason to complain.Â
When you opened your eyes again, he was across the room, vest on and jacket slung over his arm.
âIâll leave your payment downstairs.â He says, only pausing to look down at you, still curled up on the floor. You blink up at him sleepily. âThanks for your help, spirit-raiser.â
You canât find the energy to correct him.
PONY CLUB (PART 2)
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The Deal part 1 Soft Dark Stucky x Reader
The Deal Part 1 Soft dark Mob Stucky x Reader
Summary:Â Your brother owes two dangerous Mob bosses over 30,000 dollars and you try to negotiate with the wrong men,Â
Warning:Â blackmail, forced relationship, swearing, Dark themes, forced marriage, Non Con,Â
you sigh as you walk towards the club, you just got off of a double shift at the hospital, besides the fact that your family treated you like you were a burden and nothing compared to them, your older brother gets into trouble all the time and you end up bailing him out,Â
It was tiring, you entered the club, you really didnât want to negotiate with the two biggest mob bosses in the city, not to mention they could pretty much get away with anything but what choice did you have?Â
The big guy blocking you from going in arched his brow,Â
âIâm here about the money my brother owes, his name is Andy, Roberts.â I sayÂ
The man nods, He was talking into his ear piece and nods listening to the instructions,Â
âThis way.â He saysÂ
You follow him into the club milling past the herd of people, walking up the stairs into a office, his big knuckles knock on the door,Â
You mentally prepared yourself, on how you were going to get your dumb ass of a brother out of this situation,Â
âMiss Roberts to see you.â The man saysÂ
âLet her in thanks Thor.â A deep voice saysÂ
Thor opens the door motioning for you to go inside you do, you see one man sitting behind the cherry wood desk the other sitting on the leather couch with a drink in his hand,Â
âHave a seat kitten we donât bite...hard.â The one on the couch saidÂ
Both men were handsome but you reminded yourself why you were here,Â
You sat across from the blonde,Â
âLook I know my brother racked up an immense amount of money owed to you,â You sigh,Â
âSo Iâm willing to make a deal.â You say sliding a yellow envelope towards the blonde,Â
He opens it his eyes scanning the papers.Â
âYou are offering me your house and car?â He askedÂ
âYes, if that is what it takes for my brother to see another day.â you say
He sets the papers down, he looks at the man on the couch then back at you,Â
âThis wonât even remotely cover it.â He saysÂ
âExcuse me?â You say
He towers his fingers together,Â
âYou see you are going to have to pay a lot more than this.â He slides the papers back towards you,Â
âThis is all I have to offer you.â you say as you  look at the papers,Â
âHow many times have you bailed your dead beet of a brother out of trouble kitten?â You hear the man on the couch got up and walked towards you placing his hands on the back of the chair,Â
âBucky..â The man behind the desk saysÂ
âHold on Steve,â Bucky saysÂ
âIt must be exhausting having to clean up his messes, always having to take care of him like the useless dead beet he is.â Bucky saysÂ
âExcuse me?â You say looking over your shoulder glaring at the man,Â
âBucky has a point doll, you coming in here just tells us how much you care, and how much he doesnât.â Steve says standing from his seat,Â
âIâm just here to offer you my house and care for the debt my brother owes you.â You say almost in a dull tone, you were so used to bailing him out,Â
âWe donât want your home or car,â Steve says now leaning against the desk with his arms crossed,Â
you sighed,Â
âWhat else would you want? Iâll do anything.â You say
âWell we do find ourselves in an interesting situation.â Bucky says with a chuckle,Â
Steve stands straight,Â
âNow that you mention it doll, there is something you can do for us to pay your debt.â Steve says as he leans in moving some of your long dark hair to the side exposing your neck,Â
You stiffen at the motion,Â
Steve leans in his nose inches from your neck, you hold your breath, you can hear him inhale deeply, He lifts his head looking over at Bucky,Â
âI think I know exactly how you can repay your brotherâs debt doll.â Steve saysÂ
âMmm, I love the way you think Steve.â Bucky says as he inhalesÂ
âHow about you become ours kitten and that way your brother doesnât end up at the bottom of the Hudson river.â Steve saysÂ
You gasp,Â
âI- I canât-â You begin to panic,Â
âIt really isnât an option doll.â Steve says inches from your face,Â
âEither that or we kill your brother.â He saysÂ
You look at both men you certainly didnât expect this to happen when you walked in here tonight.
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The Sinner and the Saint Ch 14
Pairing: Mob!Boss Bucky x f!reader
Warnings: NSFW, f!reader, language, reader is referred to by her stage name of Angel, reader is an exotic dancer, pet names, everybody has secrets, reader is insecure and self deprecating (especially in this one), dominant mob boss Bucky, submissive reader, sir/daddy kink, slight bratting, scolding, spanking, color system and safe word in place- yellow used, angst, tears, teasing, edging, oral (f receiving), nipple play, p in v, slight marking, aftercare.
A/N- this one is just straight up porn. The next one advances the plot, I promise. But I do hope you enjoy this dirty little chapter ;D.
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Chapter 13
Chapter 14
"I believe someone needs to be punished."
Your veins ran cold at his words. When Bucky told you he was going to punish you, you were IN for it. You swallowed hard as you watched his gorgeously sculpted features quietly and artfully rearrange themselves into your Dominant Daddy. Your Powerful, Dominant Daddy. Your Powerful, Dominant, Very Angry Daddy. Aw, fuck.
He locked his gaze on you. His normally warm and ocean blue eyes had turned to deadly ice, but his composure was completely calm and collected. You weren't fooled. That look was dangerous. It didn't take much to imagine how he had climbed the ranks in the criminal world when he had mastered that look.
He slowly took off the black Armani suit jacket he was wearing, his eyes still boring into yours. "How's the soundproofing in this apartment?" he asked casually, as if he was asking about the weather. He folded the jacket neatly, moving his gaze from you for two seconds to see where he could put it. When he realized that he was arm's length from both a kitchen chair and the living room sofa at the same time, you saw a flicker of consternation pass over his face. You just knew he was inwardly sneering at your tiny apartment, and as nervous as you were for what you had coming, it still set off a tiny spark in you that your idiot brain jumped at.
"Why? You gonna shoot me and get your boys to hide the body?" you asked sassily. Bucky's eyes slid back over to you instantly. And narrowed even more.
Bad move. OH very bad move. Shit.
His furious steel eyes locked back on you, he draped his fitted and folded jacket over the back of the kitchen chair. "Answer my question, Angel," he said in that calm, deadly voice of his. He was done fucking around and you knew it.
You tried not to make your gulp incredibly obvious. "Um, well," you stammered, any trace of the brat completely gone. "It's....I can sometimes hear my neighbors if they're fighting. But that's usually it," you murmured, knowing it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference.
"Well, then I guess you're going to have to keep quiet, aren't you?" Bucky said silkily. He walked past you slowly. As he did, he raised his right hand, and snapped the wrist cuff button on his crisp white shirt open. A shiver went through your entire body. He continued to hold your gaze, ever-so-slowly rolling up the right sleeve of his shirt as he sat himself down on your minuscule couch. "Come here," he commanded softly, before opening his left wrist cuff.
"Daddy, I'm really sorry I-"
"NOW."
You scurried into place in front of him, between his wide spread legs, watching him roll the sleeve of his metal arm up. FUCK. You were about to get the tanning of your life. You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly dry as all the wetness in your body flooded in between your legs. "Sorry, Daddy," you said, watching him turn the final fold on his sleeve. He said nothing, but waited for you to turn your gaze back to him. You did with a slight whimper.
"None of that," he said sternly. "You will not utter a single word tonight unless I give you permission to, or ask you a question. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Glad you're finally starting to listen. Now turn to your right."
You did as you were told, your left hip now facing him, hating it when he dragged it out like this. He knew you hated it, which is exactly why he did it when you were being punished. But his next command was unexpected.
"Put your hands on your thighs and keep them there."
Odd. He usually made you bend over his knee for a spanking. You risked turning your head a bit to see what he was up to, and found him smirking mockingly at you.
"Can't keep your eyes off Daddy, hmm? That's fine baby. I can't keep my eyes off you either. But that was the problem tonight, wasn't it? You not staying under Daddy's watch. Tsk, tsk, tsk." And with that, he delivered a hard slap to your ass with his right hand. You bit down on the sudden cry that wanted to escape your lips at the pain blossoming across your backside. Your head snapped forward as you inhaled sharply.
Before you could recover, Bucky reached up and ran his metal fingers over your still clothed clit. He began slowly dragging them back and forth between your legs, his eyes watching your face as you began dancing on that line between pain and pleasure. You choked on the moan of desire, doing your best to be quiet as he commanded. Just when it started feeling really good, Bucky spanked you so fast and so hard it made tears spring to your eyes, as he held you in place with his left hand.
"That's right, little girl. Gonna blister that pretty little bottom of yours real good tonight. And I've already arranged for you to have the day off tomorrow so no one will see that gorgeous bruised butt...except me."
You couldn't help it- you turned back to him in disbelief. You hated it when he interfered with your work and he knew it. That tiny idiot part of your brain took control again as your gaze challenged him.
Even BIGGER mistake than before. Oopsie, oopsie, BIG oopsie.
The metal fingers immediately stopped rubbing. Bucky put his huge right hand on your ass, right where you were sure there was already a handprint. "You got something to say little girl?" he said in that deadly tone.
Finally coming to your senses, you shook your head, rocking from foot to foot in your nervous state. "N-no, sir," you whispered, dropping your gaze abashedly to his lap. You definitely saw something twitch in the front of his pants when you said that.
"That's better," he said in that arrogant way he had. You gritted your teeth, expecting another spank, but instead, he withdrew both hands. "Pull your pants down to your knees."
Biting your lip, you did as he told you to. Your insides clenched as you straightened back up. Somehow, standing up and to the side of your Dom with your bare bottom out on display, just waiting to be spanked, was more humiliating that being over his knee. And far less intimate. It started to sink in when you realized that. The lack of intimacy right now showed you how upset he felt at your unsafe choice. You started to truly understand how much you'd disappointed him by not staying put.
Bucky's metal fingers resumed their previous position between your legs. You gasped as the coolness of the metal reacted with the heat of your folds. You were never more aware of your arousal than when Bucky's metal fingers were down there, slipping and sliding, spreading it all around. Without warning, he delivered another three searing spanks to your now exposed butt, making you gasp and try desperately to keep quiet.
"What did I tell you about staying put, hm?" SPANK. "About doing what you're told? Didn't I tell you..." SPANK SPANK SPANK. "...how important it was to me that you were safe?" SPANK SPANK. "About how I don't-" SPANK "-like-" SPANK "-being-" SPANK "-without you?" SPANK SPANK SPANK. "Do you know what could have happened to you?" SPANK. "And do you know if something had happened to you-" SPANK SPANK. "-that it would have killed me?" SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK.
By this time, it was all you could do to keep your sobs silent. The complete realization of his disappointment in you had smacked you harder than he ever could. He loved you, he cared about you, and he really hadn't asked for anything unreasonable. Besides, he was right- anything could have happened. You remembered the man cat calling, and a sudden prickle of fear of what could have happened sent you over the edge. The tears were coursing down your face, and you let out the tiniest involuntary whimper.
Bucky had been waiting for that. He knew that you had felt bad, but it wasn't until the dam burst that he knew you truly understood the lesson he was trying to teach you. When he saw your tears, his heart twisted. His right palm went from a rock-hard flat paddle to gently stroking your sore, ruby-red bottom. His left hand never stopped gently rubbing your clit.
"There's my good girl," he said soothingly, which made you start to cry even harder, unable to stay quiet. Finally taking pity on you, Bucky pulled you into his lap, taking care to make sure your backside was between his legs so he could continue stroking it to calm the punished flesh. "Shhh, baby, you did so good for me. So good. There's my pretty girl. There's my good girl. You can cry, it's okay. Daddy's got you."
You wound your arms around his neck and buried your face. "I'm...I'm so-sorry...." you sobbed, knowing that he hadn't given you permission to speak yet but desperately needing to say it.
Bucky held you tight and continued rubbing your bottom. "I know you are, baby. I know. And you took that part of your punishment so well. I'm very proud of you. But you know that it's not over, right?" He tilted his head a bit to look you in the eye. You nodded miserably. "What's your color?"
The two of you used the color system- green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. You also had a safe word, just in case, and hand signals if you were unable to speak or went non-verbal. Bucky took good care of you, no matter what the circumstances. Even if you had done the most horrible things and you were getting the punishment you very rightly deserved, he would always check on your colors. He abhorred the idea of pushing you past your limits, not that he didn't mind getting right up to the line, and so would always, always check in with you. And that realization, that you had made someone who loved you enough to check in with you so disappointed, made you feel like the lowest worm.
"I'm green, Sir," you said in a tiny voice. Bucky's eyes narrowed in thought at your tone. There was something wrong and you weren't telling him. His tone shifted back to the warmth that it usually had only for you.
"Are you sure, baby?"
"Yes, sir."
"Baby..." Bucky hesitated, but then decided to just go for it. "You're trying to push into the next part before you're ready. Why?"
"I need my punishment so I won't disappoint you anymore. I hate...that I've disappointed you and I won't do it again, so please punish me for being a stupid little shit."
Bucky's heart broke. Here he was again, up against your self-loathing. If it took the rest of his life, he was going to make you understand that you were loved and deserved to be loved, no matter what happened. "You are not a stupid little shit," he whispered to you as he cradled you into his chest. "You are my Angel. My light and my love. You made a bad choice, but that is not all you are. You hear me?
You sniffed in a very unladylike way and gave a half hearted nod. You wanted to believe his words with all your heart, but it was so hard...
"Baby, I want you to focus on your mind for a moment. I'll ask you for your color again soon, but right now, I'm at a yellow, okay? I can't see you hurting yourself like this. I want to make sure you're okay."
You leaned away from him, surprised. "You...you..." you stammered, unable to even put together a sentence in your shock that he gave you a yellow because he was worried about you.
Bucky smiled that soft smile that made your heart melt. He brushed the hair away from your face, and you caught the scent of your arousal on his fingers. "I told you, it's my job to take care of you. Inside and out. And I know that you are sorry for what you did." His smile widened a bit sadly as he saw the look of shock on your face. "Go ahead and tell Daddy what you're really feeling, Angel."
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I really am, Daddy, I'm so sorry..." you blabbered, before diving back into the crook of his neck and crying softly all over again. He gently kissed your forehead.
"I know Baby. So now you've gotta forgive yourself too, you hear me?"
"But you said my punishment wasn't over. Doesn't that mean...that you don't forgive me? Why should I forgive myself?" you mumbled, unable to look up.
"Ah, I see," Bucky said. "Poor choice of words on my part. You do like to keep me on my toes, don't you pretty girl?" He chuckled, but when you didn't respond, he simply laid his cheek back down on the top of your head. "Let's say the next part isn't a punishment, then. Let's say it's...a deterrent."
"A deterrent?"
"So you never, ever, walk down the streets of New York alone late at night anymore. You've taken your punishment for doing it- now I want to give you something to think about if you're ever tempted to do it again."
"How is that not a punishment?"
"Well, you just might enjoy it."
"Enjoy it how?"
"Daddy can't give away all his secrets up front, now can he?" Bucky said, that hint of mischief sneaking into his voice. A rush of endorphins flooded your system at hearing that tone. It was a siren's call to take another hit of the drug known as Bucky Barnes. My god it was divine, heavenly, even in the midst of your emotional chaos. "So because I don't think you're going to believe me until I say this....I forgive you."
He straight up snorted at you when you sat back this time, your jaw on the floor. You looked so cute and sweet, he couldn't help himself. "You...you do?" you stammered in disbelief.
"I do."
You could do nothing but stare for a moment. You unwound your arms from his neck, placing your hands on either side of his face. "I truly am so sorry, Bucky," you whispered, your eyes brimming with tears as you held his gaze. "I didn't mean to make you worry or stress. I just....it's still new, for someone to...." you trailed off.
"For someone to take care of you," Bucky finished gently, before giving you a wide, shit-eating grin. "Well, get used to it, woman." A giggle suddenly burst forth, breaking the tension and heartache. Bucky pulled you to him again, pressing his warm lips to yours, offering you a benediction. As you did earlier today -or was it yesterday as it was well past midnight?- you got lost in his kiss, your heart relaxing, knowing that you had his forgiveness.
Eventually, Bucky broke the kiss. "Color?" he asked sweetly.
"Green, Daddy," you said, giving him a genuine smile this time.
He grinned wickedly. "Excellent." He immediately stood up, holding you in his arms, and marched in the direction of your bedroom. As the place was tiny, it was pretty obvious which direction to go in, and before you could do more then squeak in surprise, you were back on your feet by your bed. You'd lost the sleep shorts that had been bunched around your ankles by this time somewhere back in the hallway. Bucky leaned forward, looking you dead in the eye again. The Ice Monster was gone from his gaze, but now the Devil himself had taken his place.
"Now for this next part," Bucky said in that silky, low tone of his. "I'm going to see just how well you do at staying put." A tiny part of you prayed that meant he wasn't going to spank you anymore, as your ass was still on fire, but those words still sent a thrill up your spine. He reached down at the hem of your teeshirt and pulled it over your head. He held your hands, but took a step back to admire your body. It always made you blush a little when he did this, but you tried to hold it together for his sake. "Turn around," he said, that evil grin in his voice again. Suppressing your urge to roll your eyes, you turned and gave him exactly what you knew he wanted.
Bucky's greedy hands trailed down your back, until he gently squeezed your still sore bottom. "Nice and warm, just like I like it," he purred in your ear, before spinning you back around. He locked eyes with you and began slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. You didn't notice the smug grin on his face as you were breathless just watching him undress. He finally shrugged it off, and made short work of his white undershirt as well. You desperately wanted to run your hands over his muscular chest and abs, but he hadn't given you permission to do so.
"Good girl," he said in a husky voice, noting your restraint. How the hell did he always know what you were thinking? "Good girl not touching until you're told to. But...I do think that I'll need some help...with these." His palm slowly grazed over his zipper, where you could clearly see the outline of his erection. Without missing a beat you unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slid the zipper down, trying to go slowly but needing him so bad it was anything but slow. He chuckled as he toed off his shoes. "On your knees," he said softly. You knelt down, slowly pulling his pants down as you did so. He carefully stepped out of them with your assistance.
You looked up at him, biting your lip, praying that he was going to let you take him in your mouth. He only smirked at you. "Socks, baby," he said. You quickly peeled his socks off, then went back to your Bambi eyes. He chuckled again- god you loved when he softly laughed in these intimate moments- clad only in his tight black undershorts. "Up you go," he ordered.
Fighting the urge to pout, you remembered that you still had a lesson to learn, and so you obeyed instantly, looking up at him demurely. Bucky put a hand behind your head and one around your waist, and pulled you in for a heated, searing kiss. You wrapped your arms around him as he carefully navigated the two of you to the bed, laying you down gently. He stepped back, and while keeping eye contact with you, removed his boxer briefs. He reached down, wrapping his right hand around his cock, giving you a good show.
"Now, let's see if my girl can stay where she's put," he said, slowly stroking himself as he walked back towards the foot of the bed.
"Yes, sir," you said, breathless with anticipation, your mouth dry. You spread your legs, hoping....
"Bend your knees and hold them underneath with your hands," Bucky ordered you, still stroking his painfully hard cock, watching your every move. You did as he said. "Now spread your knees apart."
You obeyed, and a delicious moan escaped his lips, seeing your gorgeous pussy spread just for him. Bucky put one knee on the bed and leaned over you, bracing himself on his left hand as he used his right to stroke your slit with his cock, teasing you. You threw your head back, crying out already at his sensual touch.
"Now," he said in that soft, dominant tone that made your insides turn to liquid. "Don't remove your hands. You keep them in place. Hold your knees and keep yourself splayed out, just like this. Don't let go. Don't move. No begging for anything, no matter what. Make all the noise you want, but no begging. If you can do that for me, if you can stay put in this position that I put you in until I'm done having my fun, I'll let you cum. Understand?"
"Yes, sir, yes I understand!"
"Good."
And then he began the most delicious torture of your life. You gasped and moaned, making noises that you were sure had never escaped your lips before, as Bucky oh-so-slowly teased you to the point of collapse. He kissed your soaking core, letting his tongue continue what his fingers had started earlier, sucking hard on your clit. He dragged the tip of his erection all over your folds, but never placed it where you desperately wanted it to go. He let his hands roam over your bent legs, your torso, your neck, your arms. He suckled and nipped at your breasts for a good ten minutes, which nearly drove you insane. But you didn't beg and you didn't let go. You were determined to be his good girl, no matter how close to the edge you were.
You lost track of time, completely awash in the sensations and sounds that the both of you were making, and so when Bucky finally, FINALLY slid into you suddenly, you gasped and arched your back so violently you nearly bucked off the mattress. You were so wet he hadn't even needed to use lube, and the stretch burned but also felt unbelievable. He wrapped his hands around your thighs, using your bent legs to make his thrusts snap even harder. The grunts and growls of pleasure he was making as he watched the sensations begin to overtake you were almost enough to make you cum on the spot.
"You're gonna stay put from now on when I tell you to, right?" Bucky asked, his voice strained as he pumped into you, before giving you a good smack on your right butt cheek.
"Yes, sir!! Yes, Daddy, I'll be good!" you gasped as the glorious burn reignited from your spanking. The mix of pleasure and pain fucked with your brain in the absolute best way, crashing through your brain and body like a flood.
"You swear it?" he asked, his voice tightening as he picked up the pace a bit, then gave you a matching swat on your left.
"Oh god yes, I swear, I promise, I swear!" you wailed, not giving a shit if your bedroom was truly soundproofed or not.
"Gonna be Daddy's good girl?"
"So good, so good for you Daddy!"
"Only for Daddy?"
"Only for you, Daddy! Only for you!"
"Good girl. Cum for Daddy," Bucky ordered, before his thrusts became frantic, and he growled as his own release built. That last growl completely sent you over the edge. The orgasm went on and on as he fucked you until he came, giving another feral cry as he poured himself into you.
As you both came down, the pain of the position that you were in began creeping into your body. Before you even realized that you had let out a tiny whimper, Bucky reached under your knees, sliding his fingers between your hands and your legs, breaking the death grip you hand on them.
"Go ahead, you can let go now," he purred, still catching his own breath. "Did so good for me, baby, so damn good." He quickly laid your hands down on either side of you, using his torso to help brace your still bent legs. Oh so carefully, he put his hands under your knees and slowly stretched your legs down and out. Once your legs were flat against the bed, he slowly began massaging your thighs, working out the burn and the soreness from keeping them bent and aloft so long. All the while, he kept murmuring to you how good you were for him, how beautiful, and how proud he was of you. The moment you could actually verbally respond to say 'Thank you Daddy', he had leaned down and kissed you on the lips.
"Gonna go get a washcloth and some lotion. I'll be right back, okay?" He grinned as you nodded and hummed happily. He raided your tiny bathroom, growling quietly to himself as he could barely fit in there and open your cabinet door at the same time. Oh, he was gonna get you to move in with him sooner rather than later, fuck this shit....
Bucky quickly shook off the thought, anxious to get back to you, and gathered the items he needed. As he stepped back into the bedroom, he noticed you were drinking water from a bottle beside your bed. He frowned a bit. "How long has that been there?" he said, laying down beside you with the warm, wet washcloth in his hand.
You shrugged, but immediately removed it from your lips. "Since I was here last," you answered. "Water doesn't go bad. It's fine. Here, you need to drink too." You held it out to him.
Bucky smiled as he began gently wiping between your still sensitive legs. "I'll get some in a moment, love," he said, focusing on his work. "You're my priority right now."
"But..." was all you said. He was about to scold you again for talking back, but as his eyes landed on your face, all he saw was care and compassion. And love. For him. No one ever looked at him that way. No one but you. "Please?" you added. And he was toast.
He gave you that shy smile that you rarely saw, and tilted his chin up to you in permission. The delighted smile that broke across your face made him feel like the best man on earth. You held the bottle to his lips and carefully tilted the water into his mouth, watching him to make sure he was drinking and not just placating you. When he broke away, he smiled down on you again.
"Thank you, my sweet angel. Now you finish the rest of that and let Daddy finish his work."
"Yes, sir," you said, exhausted and happy. You drained the bottle in small sips while Bucky finished cleaning you up, before quickly cleaning himself. He made you take two Advil and left only briefly to toss the washcloth into the sink, and was back next to you in a flash.
"Well, one thing I can say for how tiny this place is. I can get back to you quickly after stuff like that. Although, if it's in MY place, I don't give a shit about making a mess in the first place sooooooo...." he let that hang in the air, puckering his lips and making an exaggerated face, which caused you to giggle.
Using your mirth as a distraction, he quickly reached under you and flipped you over. The first time he had done this, it had scared the shit out of you, but now you were so used to him tossing you about like a rag doll during aftercare that you didn't do anything other than squeak in mild surprise.
Bucky took his time rubbing lotion into your still ruby red cheeks, and carefully applied Neosporin behind your knees, where, unbeknownst to you, you had nail indentations from where you'd dug your fingers in, trying so hard to be so good. He gently kissed each one of them, treasuring each red mark that you had given yourself to please him, before rubbing in the ointment, and continuing to massage to make sure that you were okay. Once he was sure it was all absorbed into your skin, he kissed your shoulder blade before flipping you back over. You giggled this time in response.
"Do you need anything else, baby?" he asked softly, unable to take his eyes from your gorgeous face.
"Just you," you whispered, reaching out for him. Bucky gladly obliged. He pulled you into his arms, scooting you both up so his head was on the pillow, and yours was on his chest. He began drawing slow lines all over your skin with a feather light touch, just like he knew you liked.
"I'm all yours," he whispered into your hair, and smiled as he felt you kiss his chest.
To Be Continued....
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I'm Writing Happy Little Family tonight. I'll be including various imagery in this fic, and Bucky won't look the same in every picture. Just choose the version you like best to imagine, I guess!
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It's like waking up from surgery. The smell of professionally scented, circulating air hits you first, and then a gradually increasing sense of awareness. You think you're somewhere very bright, but the more you blink your eyes, the more the brightness fades and your vision comes into focus. And ... there he is, sipping a crystal glass and looking like he's been waiting for you.
"Well hello there, sleepyhead. Welcome back."
You move your dry tongue in your mouth, trying to remember what happened. And then it hits you in waves, each one more devastating than the last:
James: He found you.
June: she's not there.
"How're you feeling, Hon?"
Windows, cabin: Shit, you're already on a plane.
"Steve. Set her down and get our girl a glass of water, will you?"
"Sure thing, boss."
And then the worst one of all. You look over and see the Winter fucking Soldier holding your baby:
They've got June.
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Just some of my favorite gifs of Daddy Bucky
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The Eye of the Hurricane [27] - Midnight
A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! â€ïžI hope youâll like this chapter as well, and please donât forget to tell me what you think! â€ïž
Summary: Some arguments have more tension than others.
Word Count: 2500
Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship (I'm serious, they have issues), mentions of sex and fighting. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I donât condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.
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Well then.
As it turned out, your plan to make your cousin look weak was working.
The first hit was an absolute success, and Ian was already crumbling. It was lucky for you that your father wasnât getting involved and was giving him a chance to prove himself after the first attack to the shipment, because Ian was acting exactly the way you thought he would act.
Good.
It was going to make things much easier.
Bucky had dropped by to the apartment in the middle of the day to go take a shower which was quite surprising but judging by the blood stains on his shirt, it was needed. You were sitting comfortably on the couch, resting your feet on the coffee table with a book in your lap when he came into the living room and made a beeline to you to fling himself on the couch as well, pushing your book away to put his head in your lap. You pulled your brows together, tilting your head.
âCan I help you?â
If you didnât know it better, you wouldâve thought he was pouting.
âI need like five minutes to rest my eyes,â he murmured with his eyes closed. âHow someone can be so goddamn stubborn, Iâll never understand.â
âAh,â you said. âThis can only be aboutââ
âBecca.â
You nodded your head. âWhat happened?â
âMom wants to meet her girlfriend and Becca is acting like thatâs a natural disaster.â
âHurricane Winnifred,â you muttered and Bucky opened his eyes to look up at you, but then closed them again when you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair to play with it.
âCan you tell her sheâs being nonsense?â
âI donât think sheâs being nonsense,â you told him. âHave you met your mother?â
âSheâll be nice.â
âLike fuck she will.â
âSheâs nice to you.â
âBecause she knows I wonât be nice if she wonât,â you told him. âLeila on the other handâŠsheâs way too polite.â
Bucky hummed and looked up at you again.
âIs Becca serious about her?â
âOh absolutely,â you said. âPicket fence house and all that nonsense.â
âWith a civilian,â Bucky mumbled. âThatâs going to be fun.â
âBecca would never get with someone in the business, you know that.â
âOh I know that, but I donât think my parents do,â Bucky said. âThey still hope it will happen.â
âWinnifred and my aunt would get along well,â you muttered. âBoth boy moms.â
âSo are a lot of people.â
âNo thereâs a difference between a boy mom and a boy mom.â
âYou make zero sense, Charm.â
You shrugged your shoulders, still playing with his hair but his phone buzzed, making him let out a groan.
âNo!â
âYouâll be fine,â you said and he sat up with a sigh, his eyes darting over the lines before he chuckled.
âJesus, he really is the worst heir ever.â
âIan?â
âGuess where heâs routing the next shipment.â
You frowned. âWhere?â
âWest side second dock.â
Your eyes widened. âWhat?â
âHas your father never taught him anything, seriously?â he asked and you covered your mouth.
âWest side second dock, Jesus ChristâŠâ
âIâd better have a decoy shipment then,â Bucky murmured. âJust in case.â
âYeah thatâs a good idea,â you said. âThe cops will follow that shipment and bust it with any other shipment that day.â
âIâll talk to my guys in the force, letâs see how that plays out.â
âBoth us and the cops winning,â you mused. âNever thought Iâd see the day.â
âTheyâre not winning, itâs just going to be their small victory so that theyâll shut up for a while,â Bucky said as he stood up. âIâll see you at dinner?â
âSure,â you said as he kissed the top of your head. âIâll meet my dad but Iâll be home around dinner time.â
âHave fun,â he said and walked out of the apartment, and you heaved a sigh.
âYeah,â you muttered. âIâm sure itâll be fun.â
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Your lunch with your father was pretty interesting, because you knew he was trying his hardest not to let you know about the so-called attack, but he was way too tense for you to think everything was going well. You took a look at the bodyguards in the restaurant, then sipped your rosé, leaning back.
âSo,â you said. âHow is everything with the business?â
He shot you a look.
âYou took longer than I thought you would,â he commented and you shrugged your shoulders.
âIâm just making small talkââ
âY/N.â
You rolled your eyes.
âFine,â you said. âI heard about the attack.â
âOf course you did,â he muttered more to himself, then sipped his drink. âThereâs nothing for you to worry about.â
You tried to control your expression.
âI know,â you said. âDoesnât mean Iâm not curious. Do we know whoâs behind the attack?â
âNot yet,â he said. âWeâre searching for it though.â
Tension churned at your stomach but you nodded your head calmly.
âWhat shipment was it?â you asked. âYou normally have multiple men around the perimeter, but Bucky said it looked like a sneak attack. How did they get past your people? Did they kill them?â
Your father licked his lips and heaved a sigh.
âIan was responsible of that shipment,â he said, making you arch a brow. âHe mustâveâY/N.â
âWhat?â you asked innocently and he licked his lips.
âHe will stumble a bit, everyone does when they first start taking responsibilities.â
You hummed.
âFunny,â you said. âI didnât notice that with Bucky. Or Sam. Or Steve.â
âIan is a bit moreâŠenthusiastic to prove himself than they were, perhaps.â
You tried not to grimace at the blatant lie and took another sip so that you could control your expression.
âIâve been told heâs fixing the situation,â your father said. âHeâs much more angry at the situation than you or me.â
âBut are you angry?â
âIt happened in my territory, and it was my shipment, my business that they attacked,â your father said even though his voice was calm. âOf course I am angry.â
Guilt burned at your stomach but you knew you couldnât let it affect you; what you and Bucky had done was necessary.
It wasnât just your fatherâs business, it was going to be yours one day and you had to prove that Ian was a terrible option.
For the business, and the city.
One of the bodyguards came closer to mutter something to his ear and he nodded, then wiped at his mouth.
âDuty calls,â he said and you took another sip of your wine, then put the glass on the table.
âAlright.â
âWant me to drop you off?â
âNo need, my driver is here,â you said as you both walked out of the restaurant. He hugged you and you kissed him on the cheek.
âBe careful.â
âAlways am,â he said and one of the bodyguards opened the door for you, but before you got in, you heard your fatherâs voice again.
âY/N.â
You turned around to look at him better. âYeah?â
âHow would you prevent it?â he asked. âIf it was your shipment?â
A smug grin threatened to pull at your lips but you bit inside your cheek, then heaved a sigh.
âTwenty men around the perimeter,â you said. âAdditional ten in every half mile, three hour shifts in rotation. Couple of cops under our pay in the outer skirts, preferably by the bridge and at least three people watching the street footage so that we would know the license plates of every car that gets a bit too close for future reference.â
He blinked a couple of times, the impressed expression on his face impossible to miss and you felt your stomach do a happy flip, then shrugged your shoulder, forcing yourself to focus.
âBut it doesnât matter,â you told him. âIâm not your heir, am I?â
With that, you got in the car and the bodyguard closed the door, the driver starting the car immediately. You grinned to yourself and leaned back in the seat as the car started moving through the street smoothly and you closed your eyes.
âYet,â you corrected yourself. âIâm not your heir yet.â
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Bucky had texted you, saying he would miss dinner because of a meeting taking long so you had ordered some takeout, curled up on the couch with Alpine in your lap. Towards midnight he still hadnât come home so you texted him only for him to text back the meeting was still going on, and you picked a show to bingewatch in the meantime.
For some reason you liked it when Bucky was beside you on the bed when you went to sleep.
You were so focused on the episode that you hadnât even noticed when your phone buzzed, so when you saw the text notification from Ian, you frowned slightly.
You and Ian didnât really text each other.
You touched the notification and sat up straighter much to Alpineâs meow of protest the moment you saw the picture of Bucky and Anna by the docks. Bucky was leaning back against the car with Anna right beside him, laughing at what you could only assume something he said.
From: Ian
Ouch. Didnât last long huh?
Fury spread through you so fast that it made your head spin and you stood up from the couch, Alpine jumping to the floor as well. Your jaw clenched as you zoomed into the picture, then ran a hand over your face.
Of course.
The so called meeting was just a fucking excuse.
You didnât even know why you were getting so angry, after all this whole thing was just a business deal but that was the thing; you two had a deal. That was his only request going into this marriage, that you two wouldnât see anyone else behind each otherâs back but there he was, breaking the same rule he had implemented. A mob boss not being faithful wasnât supposed to be a surprise; you had grown up seeing it over and over again, Buckyâs own father included but this?
This was disrespect, and the fact that Ian was the one telling you about it made it so much worse.
You tried to see through the fury pounding in your head, tossed the phone aside and dug your fingernails into your palms, gritting your teeth.
That motherfucker.
How dare he?
By the time the front door opened, you had been pacing in the living room for the last half an hour, still lost in your own anger but Buckyâs voice made you stop dead in your tracks.
âHoney Iâm home,â he joked as he walked in and you narrowed your eyes at him, making him tilt his head.
âWhat happened?â
Even if anger was radiating off of you and you knew that he could tell, you managed to smile but you had a feeling it was more of a snarl.
âHow was the meeting?â you asked, your voice eerily calm and he licked his lips.
âIt was fine?â he said like a question. âWhy do I get the feeling that Iâm about to be shot?â
You walked to the couch to grab your phone, then found the pic, your hands nearly shaking as you tossed him the phone with more force than necessary. His gaze fell on the screen before he looked at you again.
âYou put people on my tail?â
âYou fucking asshole!â you lunged at him but he had the same training as you had â probably heavier considering the cage fight- because he caught you basically in mid-air and twisted your arm, then pushed you before you could grab him.
âSweetheart,â he said. âYou know what the psychiatrist said about open communication, letâs talk about this.â
âYouâre going behind my back?!â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about, it was a businessââ
âBullshit!â
âA business meeting,â he said as you took off your earrings to toss them aside, making him pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
âCharm baby, letâs not.â
âOh no, letâs,â you said as you jumped over the coffee table but he caught your leg before you could reach him and threw you easily to the corner of the room. You landed on your feet just as easily but the vase by the corner fell off its stand to smash into pieces. Buckyâs bodyguards by the hallway mustâve heard the noise because the door slammed open, Hannah and Paul walking inside with their guns raised.
âMr. Barnes?â
âLeave,â Bucky ordered, rolling his shoulders back as you gritted your teeth and pulled the pocket knife out of your waistband, flipping it open.
ââŠSir?â
âEverything is alright, me and my wife are just having a small disagreement.â
âMr. Barnes, are youââ
âSheâs not going to do anything to me Paul but I canât guarantee the same thing for you,â Bucky said. âLeave, close the door behind you.â Â Â
Hannah and Paul lowered their guns, exchanging glances.
âLeave!â you snapped and they both rushed out of the door, closing it behind them in a hurry. Bucky gave you a smirk and opened his arms as if inviting you.
âIt was a business meeting, princess.â
âIn the middle of the night?â you asked as you stepped closer to him, both of you circling each other. âBy the water? Are all your meetings that romantic?â
âWe had to go check the shipmentâs security because I donât want to raise any alarms when Ianâs shipment gets bustedââ
âDo you seriously think Iâm that much of a gullible idiot?â
âNah, I think youâre just jealous. Itâs adorable, really.â
âIâm not fucking jealous!â you exclaimed as you lunged at him again, this time wrapping your legs around his neck to slam him to the ground even if he managed to knock the blade off your hand in the meantime. As soon as you two hit the ground, he caught your leg and flipped you two over, his hand shooting up to grab you by the neck, not putting any pressure but still strong.
Ohâ
Oh fuck, this wasnât supposed to make your heartbeat faster.
The only sound in the room was both of you breathing hard while you glared at each other for a moment, desire roaring through your veins, making your head spin.
Then his lips crashed into yours.
All your senses were too full of him for you to even think it wasnât the best idea and to be completely honest, you couldnât give two fucks whether it was a good idea or not, especially not when he was kissing you like this. You had no idea when you two had started ripping each otherâs clothes but it was only when you felt his fingertips brush your bare waist, awakening fire underneath your skin did you realize you were only in your bra. You pulled at his crisp button up shirt until the buttons scattered around the room before you impatiently pushed it down his arms and bit at his lip, making him hiss for a moment to pull back to look down at you.
âBehave,â he warned you, smirking slightly and you tilted your head, arching a brow.
âYou first.â Â
He let out a chuckle, then winked at you and leaned down to kiss you again.
Chapter 28
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ă»issue #2ă» BOYS LIKE YOU
†Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Dance choreo! Female Reader issue contains material not suitable for readers who are not 18+ or are sensitive to the following: general 18+ suggestive content/sexual undertones â mafia related topics, mention of bootlegging and racketeering â little profanity warning â reader and mafia Bucky banter â use of pet names: doll, sugar â I think that's it? â 2.7k Just when you thought your contract was over and you could put Bucky Barnes behind you, low and behold; here he is calling you up with an offer and beneath it all, asking for that once chance you keep refusing.
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What makes a man powerful?Â
Many would say that itâs the pool of wealth they sit upon, earning ten times back what they spend in investments worth their precious dime. Or the mass of influence they hold over the greater public, walking as kings and queens, demi-gods all. They say âjumpâ and the rest of the world says how high and all the while leap as puppets to their strings. Everyone in this world has a game to play.
It just depends on who you play against and the rules and how far those are willing to go to push those boundaries.Â
This is what makes a man like Bucky Barnes dangerously powerful. A plethora of wealth and status to influence the world with plenty more to boot.Â
Since your⊠personal meeting in the privacy of his office that night, youâve been spinning in your head, constantly wound in the dancing motion. You feel the beginnings of his strings being tied to you to string you along like another puppet to his collection. Another heart he can wrench, pull and manipulate to his pleasure until heâs done with you.
Men like Bucky Barnes are deceptively good at what they do. Only trouble is that there are very few â next to none â that can match him in this game. Not since the Barnesâ rise to power in â39. The ruling crown on the leaderboard. Itâs why you try to stay away, why you refused to accept the sweet talking he had done on your behalf.Â
Because the moment you do, everything will fall apart again.Â
Itâs why the check hadnât been enough to make you stay. Yes, you needed the money. You had cashed it into the locked account you have for safe keeping; for when everything falls apart a second time.Â
Heâs the influencing reason why you ran to Chicago on another job. But even then, he had insisted you fly there in the private jet he had on standby.Â
Heâs already begun to sink his teeth in your skin. A venomous bite of a viper that poisons you with luxurious and sensuous promise.Â
In the hired studio the pulse of the music vibrates through the polished and sleek floorboards, the clatter of your heels thrum with sharpened clicks as you and your contracted students carve your spinning routine from one side to the other.Â
âHeads straight, focus on a point in the wall and always keep your eyes on it,â you remind them, hair flicking with each twist. Your body remains poised and anchored.Â
âKeep your frame tight and locked.â
Theyâre wonderful girls, eager and fast learning. College age and taking dance classes together since they were little and they wanted to rekindle that old fire for an audition to the talent show. You wished them luck but in the haunted other half your mind you wanted to give them fair warning. In that game, you are a player that can easily become played like a pawn by the wrong sort of people. And if you cross those peopleâŠ
You give a small and dismissive shake of your head as you move to the music. Your students follow suit after you, mimicking the routine you had spent the last two weeks rehearsing. To test their knowledge and memory, you pause midway, the kick in your leg half heartedly swinging in motion and you turn to observe them.
They keep at it, ensuring that their focus remains trained and focused, moving together in synced fashion. You nod your head with praise. âGood. Youâre doing good, keep it up.â
You lean back against the cool glass of the mirror while your eyes track them closely, noting a few touch ups that could use a little work. But overall, they were doing well for a straining routine learned in two weeks.
By the finale of the music you move to guide them again until the studio falls silent.Â
âAlright, and that concludes this lesson, girls.â They relax themselves, breathing with deep inhales and exerted exhales. You walk towards where your phone hooked into the studio stereo, checking the time and grabbing yourself a drink from your water bottle.Â
âThanks again, Miss L/N, see you next Thursday,â says Amy with a grin and tired wave. You see the flush in her cheeks and the way wisps of her blonde hair stick to her forehead. A dewy warmth of sweat clings to the back of your own neck now that you take notice.Â
âSee you then, girls. Good luck with your exams.âÂ
âBye!â Once they had packed up their belongings and left, you were all that remained in the studio. The owner had been gracious enough to give you a few hours before and after your booked sessions to rehearse and do whatever it was you planned; so long as you didnât damage anything. Sheâd been sweet when you first spoke on the phone with her, but meeting her in person you realise sheâs a case of sass despite her elderly age.Â
You finally check your notifications as you take sips from your water, allowing yourself a moment of respite and laying back on the floor. It felt nice against the warmth of your skin, like the coolness dragged it from your very bones.Â
You missed several texts and two calls from Tam. The poor girl was having guy troubles and you type out your response to her recent message, ignoring the other concerned texts asking how you were doing in Chicago.
  Tammy no. Donât go on a date with Sam. â
You donât have to wait long until the three dots dance in a wave.Â
  But heâs so cute! Ugh â
  Uh uh. Just donât do it. â
She sends through a single emoji of the rolling eyes, followed by a gif of a cartoon character saluting with an overexaggerated art style, texting beneath it all.Â
  Aye aye captain â
She continues to ask you with her previous line of questioning and you give a vague response, telling her you were doing fine in Chicago. The last thing you needed was her giving you advice on men. Especially that of Bucky.Â
Your head begins to feel fuzzy at the mere thought of him that you have to stop yourself before you fall too hard.Â
No, I canât get involved like that again.Â
Thatâs what you have to keep telling yourself. He is a dangerous man by himself, but with you in the picture, possessed in his grasp he would be a force unstoppable. This is what you must keep in the forefront of your mind when you even give in to that shred of want. That tiny piece of you that perhaps yearns for him, to entertain his flirtatious affairs.Â
But if you do that then you are no better than that girl who knew next to nothing. You would be putting yourself in that direct line of danger again and be breaking a promise that ensured your safety.Â
Tam had suddenly stopped texting you and your brows furrow, almost accusing her through the screen of your phone. Sheâs probably texting Sam much to your obvious warning to her. You had to hope that heâd treat her even a little bit right than you had been. But in your experience, it didnât end well. It didnât last. It was all a front.Â
You of course ignore the many walls of texts and calls from Bucky, not even giving him a hint of what he was looking for: attention. A reaction to his wishful fling. Itâs not built to last, even if you wanted it to.Â
But you wonât fall for that trap again. You simply canât.Â
As if running on clockwork, your phone buzzes with his number plastered over the ID. Itâs trouble written all over it. So why do you finally take the bait and answer with a drastic sigh.
âShouldnât you be busy with your racketeering and bootlegging, Mr. Barnes?âÂ
Itâs no use trying to play dumb with him. Heâs like a wolf, able to sniff you out. He was well aware you knew who he was the moment you laid eyes on him. And he canât fault you for the way your eyes widened that little bit, pupils shrinking into tiny dots as you froze like a doe caught in the headlight.Â
How heâd much rather see that reaction when youâre finally pinned beneath him, seized beneath his power and ready to be fucked dumb. He chuckles on the other end and something deep inside of you wishes you were in the very room with him when he did.
âQuick little thing, arenât you?â he hums, âHowâs Chicago treating my girl?â
With a snarky hum of your own, the sound physically making your nose scrunch up, you cannot help but remind him of the very official, non-intimate status between you both. âNot yours. Chicago is good.â
âGive it time and a few dozen cut diamond adornments; youâll be mine.â
You laugh into the phone speaker. Does he hear half the stuff that comes out of his mouth? You can almost sense the way his eye twitches at the sound, mean and condescending, a threat to peg down his ego as his sharp, blue eyes stare deeply as suffocating pools.Â
Rolling your eyes, you retort behind a slight smirk. âIs there a reason youâre calling, Barnes? Itâs a bit of a strain to simply ring for a booty call.â
âYouâre more than that to me, sugar. All you have to do is give me a chance.â His tone of voice is almost sing-song, but the rumbly pitch is all wrong. It gives off a more sinister intention. Heâs playing the board his way, manipulating the game by his own rules. Heâs trying to corner you.Â
What did you have in mind?
âI donât think you can afford a single chance with me, Barnes.âÂ
Youâre tempted to hang up the phone right there, to leave him no doubt with his dick caught in his hand and you with the final say. Boys like him canât bear the thought of anything else more embarrassing.Â
He coos and you use your imagination to fill in the blanks. How his tongue rolls over his canine with contemplation, how his eyes would roam over your body, eyeing up the spots he particularly wants to leave bruises and marks behind.Â
âYou wanna bet?â
Yes.
âWhy would I waste my time?â You huff and flick away some of your hair that falls into your vision.Â
âBecause the reward is worth submitting to. Now letâs skip the foreplay, sweetheart, I want to ask you something.â
Oh, your mouth forms into that shape, eyes twinkling with that mischievous glint. If he wanted to call you up and play games then you would happily demonstrate the winning ace up your sleeve. Just to rattle his chain a littleâŠ
âBarnes, let me give you a word of advice for your future conquests: never skip the foreplay.â
Youâre testing him and itâs showing. You dance on the very thin line of a manâs patience who only grants you so much leeway. The game against the big boys with the big guns and even bigger businesses; a man who can easily ruin you in the best or worst way possible. It all depends on your angle.Â
He growls, the sound crackling into the phone a little with its deepened note. âWhat Iâd give to have you over my knee right now for talking to me like that, dollâŠâ
Your bottom lip sinks inward, teeth pulling and biting down hard. Was it always this hot in the studio? The palette of your skin becomes heated, warmed by the panging want for your vibrator between your legs. If you even dare imagine for a second that itâs Buckyâs hand insteadâŠ
You fight hard to suppress the almost moan escaping your throat. Clearing your throat and fanning the warmth flushed into your face, the floor no longer able to cool you down, you sit up.Â
âSo listen up, and keep that pretty mouth shut for a second so Iâm not tempted to fill itââ
âMhmm.â You giggle to hide the way your breath has grown a little heavier, your face growing ten times hotter under such a forward threat.Â
If you were in the same room as him right now, you know heâd be pressing you with that warning glare, the brightened tinge of blue slivered thinly with a framing of dark lashes.Â
âIâll be heading out to Greece later next week for an annual charity ball. And I want you to be my special plus one.â
You half hear the proposal at first and you already have a snarky retort whipped before youâre stopped short, voice cut midway. âGreece?â you sputter, eyes growing wide. âOh no. No, noâ heh⊠no! What? Bucky, I canât go to Greece with you, what the actual fuck?â
Youâre scampering. He has you on the run, youâre folding in your hand of cards and heâs on the win with a poker facade broken into a triumphant smirk. You hear him snort on the other end of the call.Â
âWhy am I still even talking to youâŠâ He overhears you mumble to yourself amidst the clip of your heels pacing. You donât want to play this game anymore.Â
âI told you, I donât hang around with people like youââ
Bucky interjects quickly. âQuit playing the good little girl act, itâs not fooling me. You know what you want, youâre the type of woman who does. And you want to take this chance.â
âYou donât know me very well then,â you snide back. âI⊠no, I canât come to Greece. Itâs been wonderful talking to you again, Mr. Barnes but our business with each other had concluded. Good luck in your endeavors.â
âJust think over my proposal, would you? I already had your dress delivered to your residence.â His voice is low and smooth. Close enough to almost fool you into believing he stood right next to you, breathing his seductive threats into your ear directly.
The dial of the phone shuts off into a dullened blur, signalling that heâd hung up before you could say another thing. He had the final say much to your stunned disappointment.
Getting back to the small apartment you were temporarily staying at, you indeed find the pristine white box laid out on your bed presented with a neatly tied black bow and surrounded by an abundance of rose bouquets and petals. You unravel the gift you didnât ask for and open it to reveal a beautiful, sleek and fitted gown. Attached with it was a note and a copy of the event Bucky invited you to, scoffing when the date coincidently took place on your birthday.
âAn early present for the birthday girl. If you come to Greece, you can open the rest of your presents with me x
Buckyâ
Even when you tried to keep your promise to your father, you just couldnât keep away from boys like him. To play this game, you have to be strong but also smart about the hand youâre dealt, the way you play your next move. And youâre playing right into Bucky Barnesâ hands for a second time. A man who so clearly lusts for you in ways that are obsessive.Â
Wickedly and dangerously possessive.Â
  Iâll come to Greece. But for the charity event â
  What a sweetheart. I knew youâd see things my way. x â
In New York, Bucky smirks down at the screen of his phone, cock straining in the confines of his dress pants that become a little too tight around him at the thought of you. His fantasy of opening you up like his own little present. Your skin between his teeth, your quivering and plush thighs wrapped around his sturdy and built waist, Your hot, breathless pants and mewls kissing his skin as your body is pulled flush against his that ripples with a grinding touch. How youâd sound moaning his name, begging him for more.Â
Bucky can tell by the look in your eye that you have a more heightened understanding of what heâs capable of. He doesnât want you to fear him, he just wants your love and body desperately and deeply.
You have him, hook, line and sinker.Â
You have him obsessive about you. Possessive of you.Â
THANKS FOR READING!
â a note from the author, About time I published this issue. *face palm*
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Okay okay
Prompt
Years before Alpha Tony and Omega Peter were engaged. But then Tony took over another fraction of the Mafia. And after a big fight, he broke off the engaged.
It's been 10 years.
Tony got into the elevator. He was attending a tech conference in town. Maybe he has wife maybe he just has a gf there with him.
But then he notices the Alpha of the Russian mob stopping the elevator to get on. Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier. He had only taken over 9 years before. He had worked in the background before. Was more of a shadow. When they met 5 years back, Tony questioned him. All he said was, "Priorities changed"
They were corgual but rarely interacted. They nod at each other. But then a little girl ran into the elevator, laughing. Followed by who Tony realized is Peter. His Peter. The Peter he pushed away. Who quickly holds the little girls hand, smiling softly down at her. Not appearing to have noticed Tony in the back of the elevator.
" Daddy! Can we go swimming later!"
"Maybe, ask your папа"
The little turns to Bucky " Please папа!"
Funny enough the little girl has big brown eye's, that don't match Bucky's.
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Imagine ..
!RICH !MOB BOSS !CEO BUCKY X !GIRLFRIEND READER during covid
Bucky takes you out shopping as youâve been coupled up inside for too long and things are starting to open back up again. He takes you a store he knows you'll enjoy and you try on and test out the shoes and bags and accessories and when your done you bring up a pair of shoes and a shirt to him holding it out.
âDid you not like anything else?â He asks placing his hand on your waist.
âI-i did but..â you begin but end up trailing off as youâve always been worrisome of money but Bucky always tells you not to he is the richest man virtually ever. Powerful and not to mention handsome.
âIm tired of Amazon delivers doll.â He says looking you in your eyes the black mask he wears somehow making him a thousand percent hotter leaving his blue eyes to shine through.
âThe um black hand bag with the gold lining i-i liked tha-â
âWeâll take everything she tired on today.â Bucky cuts you off and turns to the sales associate. She nods and grabs another coworker as they begin to collect the things you tried in your size. Bucky takes the shoe box and shirt out of your hands handing it to one of the girls.
Once you both leave the establishment the body guards carrying bags after bags he pulls down your mask and his and kisses your lips.
âToday is about you honey what else do you wanna do?â He asks looking into your eyes you smile which makes him smile.
#Ceobucky#mob boss bucky barnes#CEO bucky barnes#james bucky barnes#bucky imagine#james buchanan barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky x reader#bucky x you
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