#mob boss august walker

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Vow 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!August Walker

Summary: your father’s murder leaves you in the hands of a dangerous man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The man is quiet. The villain. The boss. The groom. Your... husband. 

The vows were what you would find in a script. Nothing special. Just standard. Just going through the motions. And when he lifted the veil, his kiss was just as prescribed. That’s it. Your life is over and his is just beginning. 

Your hand is in his as he guides you from the hall. He takes you between the pews and out the tall doors. A shower of petals rain down on you as you come out into the sunlight. There’s a car waiting. The people around you are like actors on a screen. It’s all fake. This isn’t a happy day, this is business. 

The car door shuts on the other side of him and you’re closed in with this stranger. The stranger you’ll spend the rest of your life with. You know his name and his bad deeds, but nothing else. 

You fold your hands over the layers of the full skirt. He shifts as he pulls a fold of tulle from beneath him. You watch his large hand and tremble. 

“Sorry,” you breath and snatch the skirt so that it can’t overflow onto his lap. 

He catches your hand and you freeze. You lock up, bones aching, muscles clenched. He tugs on you. You let him draw you closer as you stare at his steely grip. He brings his other hand over to pet your knuckles. The softness of his touch makes you tingle. 

“You’re scared,” he states. It isn’t a question. He knows. “If you are loyal, you don’t need to be.” 

You nod, “yes, sir.” 

He huffs through his nose, “I am your husband.” 

You close your eyes and tempo your heartbeat, “what should I call you?” 

“You know my name.” 

“Walker.” 

“August,” he insists upon his first name. “Maybe one day, you will have something softer to call me.” 

“Maybe,” you shiver and he squeezes your hand. 

“Your father wrote his own fate, you will write yours,” he raises your hand and lays a kiss on the back of it. “It doesn’t need to be the same.” 

You stare ahead. You can’t let yourself feel or you will feel everything. The fear, the grief, and even, the anger. Once they boil over, you will be lost. 

“I understand, August.” 

Another heavy exhale. 

“You will not act so cold in front of my men.” He takes your hand and forces your fingers open. “You will touch me with kindness.” He puts your palm to his cheek and leads you to cradle his face. His stubble pokes at your delicate gloves. “You will do so without my order. You will behave as a wife, so far as they are concerned. Let your father’s defiance die with him.” 

“I will not resist,” you tell him as much as yourself. 

“Goddamnit, look at me,” he says. 

You turn to look him in the face. The anger you expect is absent. He watches you placidly. Your fingers twitch and he leans into your touch. He takes your other hand and forces you to twist toward him. He leans in and before you can think, his lips are on yours. 

It is different than at the altar. Not just a peck, more. His lips part and his tongue flicks out along yours. He hums and you open your mouth. His hand creeps up the back of your neck and he locks you against him. His tongue invades your mouth and you squeak. 

He draws away and his eyes narrow, “better.” You’re unsure if he means it was better than before or that you need to do better.  

He lets you go and sits back against the seat. He closes his eyes as he pushes his shoulders wide. His feet are planted as he lingers in unspoken thought. You look at the driver then out the window. You turn back to him. 

You touch his sleeve and shimmy closer. He hums again. The tone assures you that you aren’t unwelcome. Play your part, fulfill your vow. That is all that needs to be done.  

This is more than you, there is your mother, and others beyond that. Those that were once loyal to your father. Those you called friends and family. Those who now walk the same tightrope. Those that have already fallen. 

The car stops. A flicker of panic strikes in your chest. The door opens from outside and he pulls you out with him. You keep one hand on your skirt and the other on his arm. He marches ahead. 

You enter the large building and wait in some room. He remains silent, pensive. You’re summoned and after a time. He fixes your arm to hook through his as you stand before the large doors. 

“Head up,” he girds before you enter. 

They watch you, just as before. You can hear them this time, whispering. You don’t look anywhere but ahead of you. He nods at the more notable guests. You will not doubt be met again with those faces through the night. 

He puts you ahead of him to climb onto the platform where the bride and groom’s table stands. He follows closely. He pulls a chair out but puts his hand to your back so you cannot sit. He sidles behind you. Instead, he sits with you, lifting you into his lap. 

You quiver again. Humiliation surges through you. This is his show of victory. He boasting. No, you will not just be beside him, you are his.  

[peyton-warren]

Sy as a mob boss……………

Hmmmmm

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 2: The Jellywalkers AU)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Indents

Due to the lack of genres, the Indents will be the primary focus and are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Also, this list illustrates exclusively include the term “Jelly Walker Horde”

August - September 2023 🌅🍂

• “Heart of the Horde”

Featuring: Dr. Wasabi Cookie and The Jelly Walker Horde

• “Protectors of the Horde’s Heart”

Featuring: Sea Fairy Cookie, Tiger Lily Cookie and Peach Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie being the Cure”

Featuring: Y/N Cookie

• “Affectionate Jellywalkers”

Featuring: Pink Choco Cookie, Blackberry Cookie, Cotton Candy Cookie, Knight Cookie, and Cherry Blossom Cookie

• “Death of the Heart”

Featuring: The Jelly Walker Horde, Princess Cookie, Rougefort Cookie, and Rambutan Cookie

• “The Show Off Jellywalkers”

Featuring: Fire Spirit Cookie, Cinnamon Cookie, Skating Queen Cookie and Cotton Candy Cookie

• “Recollection #1”

Featuring: White Ghost Cookie, Cream Unicorn Cookie and Vagabond Cookie

• “Terrified Cured Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Y/N Cookie and The Jelly Walker Horde

• “Jellywalker Knight Cookie”

Featuring: Knight Cookie

• “The Dragons and the Jellywalker”

Featuring: The Five Dragons

• “If Jellywalker Y/N Cookie was Captured”

Featuring: Dr. Wasabi Cookie and The Jelly Walker Horde

• “Jellywalker Fire Spirit: The First Infected”

Featuring: Fire Spirit Cookie

• “Jellywalker Report #23: Discourse Among the Legendary Mob”

Featuring: The 4 Elemental Legendaries

October 2022 🎃

• “Jellywalker Report #13: Injury Assistance”

Featuring: Sea Fairy Cookie, Moonlight Cookie, Crowberry Cookie, Fig Cookie and Pumpkin Pie Cookie

• “Recollection #2”

Featuring: Financier Cookie, Vampire Cookie, and Dark Choco Cookie

• “Bosses and You!”

Featuring: Bosses

• “Wandering”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, Dr. Wasabi Cookie and The Jelly Walker Horde

• “The Starved Heart”

Featuring: The Jelly Walker Horde

• “Heart Amongst Legends”

Featuring: The 4 Elemental Legendaries

• “Thinking About The Brave Gang”

Featuring: Y/N Cookie, Gingerbrave and Friends, Cotton Candy Cookie and Fire Spirit Cookie

• “Finally Remembering the Brave Gang”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends and The Jelly Walker Horde

• “Various Cookies as Jellywalkers”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Rye Cookie, The Cookies of Darkness, Raspberry Cookie and Wildberry Cookie

• “Various Cookies as Jellywalkers #2”

Featuring: Crunchy Chip Cookie, Eclair Cookie, The Council of Elders, The Ancient Cookies, Black Pearl Cookie and Frost Queen Cookie

• “Recollection #3 (Infected TBD)”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

November 2022 - January 2023 🌾❄️

• “The News Gets to Them”

Featuring: Sorbet Shark Cookie, Lilac Cookie, and Black Garlic Cookie

• “The News Gets to Them #2”

Featuring: Lilybell Cookie, Poison Mushroom Cookie, Choco Ball Cookie

• “Wandering #2”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends and The Jelly Walker Horde

• “Jellywalker Mandragora”

Featuring: Jellied Mandragora?

• “Gift Mode | Keeping Quiet | Little Ones | Wandering Part 3 (Jellywalker AU)”

Featuring: The Jelly Walker Horde

• “Physically Affectionate Jellywalkers”

Featuring: Tiger Lily Cookie, Peach Cookie, Cherry Blossom Cookie and Macaron Cookie

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Power Play Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Free Week - “S”

AN: It’s the chapter you’ve all been waiting for! Hopefully you love everything that happens here. Thank you for joining me on this wild ride. It's still the 2nd of August in Honolulu, so I'm all good.....

This week is a free week, with the optional prompt of something starting with “S” - so I’ve gone simple and just gone with Sex, but another word beginning with S also applies and hopefully you will all work it out at the end. Thanks @buckybarnesevents

Also, like in the cinema, don't leave straight away....

Beta’d by @buckysbarne

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banner by me

Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list | Chapter 4

Summary: You return to Bucky’s mansion after quitting your job and confronting Walker. Are you ready for the rest of your life to properly begin?

Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader

WC: 3.4k

CW: Soft!Dark! Bucky, Canon Typical Violence, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate, Explicit sexual content (body worship, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PinV sex), Minor character death

The car came to a halt, pulling you from your memories.

Had it only been a few days ago that you’d woken, tied to a chair in Bucky’s office, scared for your life but trying not to show it?

A few days in which he’d convinced you that not only did he wish you no harm, he actually admired you and thought that you could change your life for the better by joining in.

Were you ready to throw your morals away for the promise of a better life and, by all indications so far, mind-blowing sex? Surely people did that everyday in the name of capitalism?

“I can hear you thinking, Pchelka.” At the sound of Bucky’s amused voice, you lifted your head from where it had been resting on his shoulder during the car ride, and looked up at him.

Despite the fact that you’d been living in his mansion for a week and spending a significant portion of each of your days with him, his beauty still took your breath away, more so when he unleashed a smile.

The feared mob boss reached out to cup your jaw, rubbing a rough thumb across your cheek..

“Don’t second guess yourself, milyy. You did wonderfully. You did what you had to do, and now you are free. Free to do what you want, what pleases you.”

His eyes sparkled and you felt emboldened. The car may have stopped but the doors hadn’t yet opened, despite the fact that Bucky’s driver had already alighted. Taking advantage of the apparent privacy, you twisted in your seat, and moved to straddle Bucky’s lap. His lips twitched, suppressing a smile, although he did raise one of his eyebrows. You grasped the lapels of his suit for balance and then ground down over his already partially chubbed up cock.

“What if I want to ‘do’ you? I have a feeling you’ll more than please me.”

It was obvious from the flex in his jaw that he was finding it harder to keep a straight face.

“Let it never be said that I don’t give a lady exactly what she wants and needs.”

In a move that surprised you, he flung open the door, swivelled in his seat and stood out of the car, with you clinging to him. His hands were under your ass, hoisting you up and your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. That it had the unfortunate effect of sending your skirt shooting up around your own waist had you squeaking in embarrassment, but your soon to be lover just chuckled.

“There’s no-one around, Pchelka.”

You peeked, firstly over his shoulder and then turned your head to look around further. He was right, of course. For once you couldn’t see hide-nor-hair of any of his guards or close associates, not even Sam.

“Show me your bedroom, Bucky.”

You kissed him then, harshly and with a fierce need, as though the damn holding your back had finally burst. Unfortunately it made it rather hard for him to carry out your request, so he only indulged you for a few moments, drawing away before you were ready to let him go, and he chuckled again at the needy noise you let out.

“Patience, lyubimaya. If you wish to be made love too in comfortable surroundings you need to let me take you upstairs. There’ll be time in the future for more… unusual trysts.”

His mocking words, no matter how affectionately meant, had heat racing to your cheeks and you buried your head into his shoulder. Your mind was assaulted by thoughts of Buckty taking you in the back of his expensive car, of him bending you over the desk in his office, of him between your thighs in his home cinema as some erotic French art house film played on the screen. You let out another whine, your hips bucking against his torso as your body sought friction for your aching clit.

Thankfully, Bucky managed to get inside the house and upstairs in record time, shouldering the door to his room open, kicking it closed and then laying you on the bed, following your down so his body pressed into the V of your hips, and finally kissing you back as ardently as you’d kissed him minutes before.

The beard scruff covering his cheeks and chin, scratched across your skin, but you didn’t care. His hands skimmed down to your waist, kneading your soft flesh over your clothes, before tunnelling under your blouse, freeing it from your skirt and starting to work on the delicate buttons that held the soft silk closed. You gasped at his touch, and at the way his kisses moved from your lips to pepper your jaw and then your throat.

The buttons dealt with, Bucky eased the front of your top apart, baring your lace covered breasts to his gaze.

“Prekrasnyy!”

You may not have understood what it was he said, but the tone in which he said it, and the way in which he ducked his head to press his lips to the swell of your breasts, explained enough. When his mouth moved lower, sucking on your flesh through the lace, your body arched up, your hands flying to his short hair and clutching his head. You didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer, the stimulation sending your senses into a tailspin.

As Bucky worshipped your breasts, his left hand, the one so artfully decorated with ink, slid up the outside of your right thigh, skimming over the stockings you wore, until they reached the clasp of your garter belt. He deftly dealt with the two clips, and then his hand was pushing up under the belt to grasp your ass again, squeezing gently as you sighed and moaned beneath him.

His mouth continued its journey southwards, until it was halted by the bunched up fabric of your skirt. His deep chuckle, by now one of your favourite sounds, broke from him again as he eased away from you. However, he took hold of your hands, drawing you up into a sitting position as he dropped to his knees in front of you. 

The image of the most powerful man in New York acting and looking subservient to you sent a fresh rush of arousal to your pussy, and you were certain that your new, La Perla panties were hopelessly ruined.

With his ice blue eyes never looking away from your face, he slipped your blouse from your shoulders, whisking it away and, without a care, tossing it away from the bed. His hands slid around your ribcage, to the fastening of your bra. He tilted his head, a silent question, to which you replied with a small nod, your lower lip held gently between your teeth in anticipation. The lace dropped away quickly, and you heard Bucky’s intake of breath and saw his eyes darken.

“Tak ochen', ochen' krasivo.”

You expected him to take your breasts into his mouth again, but he surprised you with his actions, instead peppering your sensitive skin with gentle kisses. His stubble tickled you and your skin puckered, your nipples standing to attention.

Bucky’s hands then moved to your waist.

“Up, Pchelka.”

You stood, and your one loosened stocking slithered slowly down your leg. But your lover ignored it, instead pulling your skirt back down over your ass and thighs, but only so he could reach the zipper and undo it. It too pooled at your ankles, but Bucky steadied you as you stepped out of it. He then undid your one remaining stocking and removed your garter belt.

“Sit again, milyy.”

As you sank back down onto the counterpane, painfully aroused and almost vibrating with anticipation, Bucky lifted your right foot onto his knee, undoing the ankle strap of your shoe and removing it just as gently as every other item of your clothing, his fingers returning quickly to divest you of your stocking, before doing the same to the other foot. 

With you now only wearing your panties, Bucky rose to his feet and stepped back. He loosened the tie at his neck, undoing it and tossing it away, his eyes still fixed on yours, and you swallowed thickly. His jacket quickly followed, shucked and discarded at lightning speed, but when he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, you let out another whine, pressing your thighs together.

He gave you a knowing smirk and you mentally cursed him, however, when he finally released all the buttons of his shirt and let the fine cotton slip to the floor, it was your turn to gasp. You obviously knew about the tattoo on his left arm, but he now revealed to you that it covered his left shoulder and the top of his chest on that side. You itched to trail your finger over the twisting vines and ask him what the various words meant, but now wasn’t the time. Especially as now Bucky had, oh-so-slowly, popped the fly of his pants and was drawing the fabric down over his thick thighs, and…

Oh my…

Black boxer briefs clung to him like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination, and you knew you were staring.

“My face is up here, sladkiy…” That condescending note appeared in his voice again and you automatically dropped your chin and turned your head, for some reason feeling ashamed, yet also excited. 

Bucky didn’t let you hide for long. He was back on his knees, between your legs, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

“Don’t hide from me, Pchelka. And never apologise for looking at what’s yours. Because I am. And you are mine. Now, lie back and I will prove how much I worship you.”

You eased back onto your elbows, and Bucky curled his fingers around the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips and finally you were fully exposed. For a moment Bucky said nothing, just placed his hands on your thighs and gazed at your sex. His hands shifted, his thumbs reaching up to spread your folds open, and he groaned. Then, without any further warning he bent his head those last few inches and licked a stripe right up your weeping pussy, flicking over your erect clit.

Your elbows gave out, your head meeting the mattress with a dull thud. Bucky’s fingers tightened on the malleable flesh of your thighs as he explored your folds. All you could do was moan and mutter ‘yesyesyesyesyes’, over and over again. When he pressed one of his fingers into you, you almost came on the spot, your body clutching at the intruding digit, squeezing around it, greedy for more. Then, as if he could read your mind, after a few exploratory thrusts, he added a second finger.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you palmed at your breasts. With his free hand, Bucky lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder holding you open and pulling you impossibly closer. You thought you’d known pleasure when he’d touched you before, but this was different, both exquisite and tortuous. It was as though he knew when you were approaching your peak and purposely changing tack to keep you hovering right on the edge.

Then it hit you. He was ensuring that you were just how he wanted you - spread open and needy.

You let out a whimper, knowing you were playing directly into his hands, and not caring in the slightest. You wanted him. No, needed him. As if he were the very air you needed to breathe.

“Bucky!” Your stomach tightened and your legs trembled as you wailed out your plea. You no longer cared how pathetic and wrecked you sounded.

You felt him shift between your thighs, his face leaving your soaking pussy and you raised your head to look at him. His eyes were dark with lust, his cheeks pink and his mouth wet with your arousal. You reached out your arms, making pathetic grabby motions with your hands and with a smile Bucky climbed up onto the bed. 

Aware of how your legs dangled over the edge of the mattress, you shuffled up the counterpane as Bucky’s form slinked forward, covering your own. You lifted your right leg to hook over his still clothed hip, your body arching up against his erection.

“It’s okay, Pchelka. I’m here. Soon, soon.”

He kissed you, transferring your essence from his lips to yours. His left hand cupped your face, his weight on his forearm, while with his right he pushed down his briefs. Your hands gripped his shoulders, and when you felt his cock settle between your folds, hard and hot, your nails dug into his skin as you gasped. Then his hand was between you, notching himself at your entrance, and you lifted your hips to help him. 

Bucky sank home, engulfed by the clutch of your body and the sound of your twin moans filled the room. He thrust into you gently, still kissing you and your arms left their death grip on his shoulders to twine around his neck. You moved together, an erotic version of the dance you’d had when you’d first met, and Bucky was right - you just fit so well.

The fire inside you, which Bucky had so carefully stoked with his earlier endeavours, became an inferno. You didn’t want this to end, but at the same time you ached with the need for that ultimate satisfaction, and wanted to feel him find his in your body.

“Bucky, please.” You whispered against his mouth, and without missing a beat, he moved his left hand from your face to where you were joined and using his unerring instinct to touch you just right, drew soft circles on your clit, spreading your arousal over the bundle of nerves.

You came.

Hard.

Your voice let out a strangled cry, your eyes squeezing so tightly shut that tears rolled down your face. Your hips continued to meet Bucky’s, thrust for thrust, and he let out a few small grunts, letting you know he was close too. As your body shuddered with the aftershocks, you cupped his face with your hands.

“Come for me, Bucky. Please. I need to feel you.”

“Moya malen’kaya pchelka. Moya koroleva. Nastol’ko sovershenen. Perfect.”

You felt his hips stutter and loose rhythm, and felt the warmth of him flood you as he let out a deep groan. His body collapsed on yours and you ran your hands up and down his sweat-coated back, basking in your shared closeness. After a few moments he rolled to the side, his arms keeping you flush to him. You tipped your head up to look at him, and he smiled back down at you.

“Sleep, lyubimyy. It’s been an eventful day. We can talk more in the morning.”

You nodded against his chest, sighing in satisfaction and accepting your body’s request for slumber. You whined as he eased away from you, the mattress shifting as he got up, but he returned quickly, a warm, wet washcloth making its way between your legs.

Bucky got back in, sitting up against the headboard, and tucking you against his side, your legs tangled. As you drifted off, you heard the soft chirp of his phone.

“Is it done?... Good work, Sam. The message should be clear enough.”

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Post Credits Scene

Sam chuckled into the phone.

“Clear as crystal, boss.”

The call ended and he pocketed his phone, before looking back down at the ground. 

Walker’s blue, lifeless eyes started up at him, the bullet hole in his head a gorey facsimile of a third one. The former agent, and grade A douchebag was sprawled in the alley outside of his favourite bar. 

Sam knew he should get going - this watering hole didn’t lack for patrons and it wouldn’t be long before the body was discovered - however, he needed to find the bullet, and remove all traces of himself.

It hadn’t been hard to carry out Bucky’s orders. Walker was - had been - nothing but predictable, heading straight there after his confrontation with the boss and his little bee. Sam smiled to himself. It had only been a week and he already had a soft spot for Bucky’s Queen. She’d do the boss good - he’d already noticed a change in Bucky’s demeanour, and so far it was all for the better. He’d have taken out Walker for her, even if Bucky hadn’t asked.

Sam had bided his time though, waiting for night to fall before taking any action. Walker liked to come outside into the alley behind the bar for a smoke. Sometimes Hoskins came with him, sometimes he came alone. He wouldn’t have minded shooting Hoskins too, but someone had to relay the message.

His opportunity came at around quarter to eleven. The rear door of the bar opened with a crash and Walker stumbled through it, so drunk he could barely stand. He slumped against the wall, and pulled a battered box of cigarettes from his pocket. He placed a smoke between his lips and started to spin the steel wheel of his lighter. It sparked, but didn’t light and Walker cursed to himself.

Taking that as his cue, Sam had stepped out from where he’d been hiding himself. His target had looked up, but had been too drunk to be wary.

“Hey man, you got a li…”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Sam had raised his arm and shot him straight in the forehead, decorating the wall behind him with his brains. Sam had considered taunting him, but what would’ve been the point? The man would die anyway, and in reality he wasn’t worth any extra time or energy. The corpse had slithered down the wall before tilting sideways, barely coming to rest before Sam had pulled out his phone to notify Bucky. 

With that done, Sam pulled out his flick knife, stepped over the corpse, and dug the bullet out of the brickwork. Pocketing both, he was about to make his way out of the alley to walk the half a block to where he’d left his car when he suddenly halted.

Being in the business he was, he’d developed keen senses and knew when he was being watched. He waited a breath, and then another. The sound of a glass bottle falling over and a stifled gasp had him pinpointing where the watcher was hiding - down the side of the large garbage bin, behind a pile of overflowing bags.

Four large strides and he was there, pulling the refuse sacks away.

“What have we got here?”

A pair of large, sunken eyes in a gaunt face, surrounded by dirt matted hair looked up at him in fear.

“I won’t say anything, mister. I promise. Please don’t kill me.”

Sam was torn. He killed who needed to be killed, avoiding collateral damage at all costs, but he couldn’t afford to leave a witness either. And this girl - no, young woman - obviously hadn’t had an easy life so far. He reached out toward her and she shrank back, squeezing her eyes shut as she undoubtedly prepared herself for her last moments. Then, unexpectedly, she sagged, her face going slack, and Sam realised she’d fainted.

Fuck!

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill her. But he couldn’t just leave her here either. He knew what type of predators were out at this time. Hell, he was technically one of them.

He dragged his palm down his face and pulled his phone back out, dialling a different number than earlier.

“Steve? It’s me. I’ve got a situation and I need you to bring the car around to the back of the alley. And try and be stealthy this time, man….Yeah, fuck you too.”

With a sigh, he cut the call, shoved his phone back in his pocket and bent down to scoop his new charge - cos he sure as hell knew that he’d just made her his responsibility - into his arms. She weighed far too little, and that realisation caused some kind of ache inside him. He didn’t want to investigate that feeling too much. 

As he walked down the alley, a passed out homeless girl in his arms, Sam wondered what the fuck he’d gotten himself into?

[kaismasterlist]

| 🩶: angst | 🩷: fluff | ♥️: smut | 🖤: dark |

Shackles Of Love (Dark!Pete Brenner | You) ❤️🖤

Magnum Opus (Dark!Pete Brenner | Naive!Reader) ❤️🖤

Party Girl (Daddy/Cg!Ari Levinson | Little!You) ❤️

Konnection (Dragon Shifter!Ari Levinson | Drakaina Shifter!You) 🖤

Exotic (Dark!Charles Brandon | Brown!Reader) 🖤

Magic (Dark!Rafe Cameron | Naive!Reader) 🖤

Liability (Mob Boss!August Walker | Hench(wo)man!You ❤️

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Drabbles

Random/One Offs

2022 Drabbles (multi fandom collection)

Wherever You Will Go (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

Not All That Glitters (Thor, Celebrity AU)

Professional Discretion (Steve Rogers, MCU, Boss AU)

Behind the Scenes (Bucky Barnes, MCU, Celebrity AU)

Dirty Little Secret (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All The Time)

What Did I Say? (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

Make You Feel My Love (Bucky Barnes, MCU)

Paradigm Shift (August Walker)

Let’s Have A Picnic (Lloyd Hansen)

Song Lyric Drabble Requests

Series

Home Sweet Home (Clark Kent)

Forbidden Lessons (Professor Loki, Professor Bucky Barnes, MCU)

Safe House (Sierra Six, Lloyd Hansen, The Grey Man)

Sweet Tooth (Thor, MCU, Sugar Daddy AU)

Wallflower (Thor, MCU, silverfox AU)

Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

Unexpected (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

The Bookstore (Jorah Mormont, Game of Thrones, AU)

The Happy Couple (Bucky Barnes, MCU, mob AU)

Resistance (Bucky Barnes, MCU, Dystopian AU)

One (Steve Rogers)

Drawn Together (Steve Rogers)

Hide and Seek (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

Multicharacter/reader AUs

Sweet Treats AU

Sweet Treat Epilogues

The Club

The Backwoods

Girls of Paradise

Sweet and Spicy

Bad Bosses

[walker-extended-universe]

WIP Emoji Game

I've seen some other people doing this and decided to give it a shot:

Send me an emoji and I'll write five lines of any of the following WIPs and share them:

🙊 -Kids got kidnapped too AU- Chapter 3: Stella's Trauma 🚒 - Bode/Cassie AU chapter 1- Introductions 😈 - Unnamed Tracker/Supernatural crossover 🐎- Jailbait-y Kris Furillo/Cordell Walker 🍻- Deranged!Dean kidnaps August AU 🤑 -Tom Davidson/Kai Mob boss/Hitman AU 👶 -Tricki baby AU chapter 2- the secret is out 🚑 -Walker season 3 AU where August went a lot further than throwing one party and ends up in a very bad accident 🎆 - August burnt out on the military AU ⛽️- Martin Whitly escaped and using Stella as a hostage AU

[the-iceni-bitch]

Thank you so much gorgeous!!! I have a few solo Bryce fics which I put a link to below.

I am also (slowly) working on building up my subby Bryce who’s part of a throuple with badass lawyer fem reader and mob boss August Walker, so that will be all kinds of fun 😈

DO YOU KNOW ANY BRYCE OS OR STORIES? 😭

I have a couple, but I know a lot of people don’t enjoy writing about Bryce because he’s a little asshole. Why do I feel like @the-iceni-bitch has some Bryce stories. WARNING! You must like dark stories to read Natalie’s fics. Her stories are deliciously dark, but read ALL warnings! Do not go bitching to her about how they’re dark. She explicitly puts warnings for a reason!

Anybody else?? Bryce really is a bastard 😂

[angryschnauzer]

The Devil Inside You

Summary: He wants you to dance for him and you can’t say no. He’s in charge and not to be argued with, he’s the devil.

Fandom: Non-specific. The male character is never identified or named, i imagined him as Henry Cavill in perhaps August Walker guise, but it could work for any male.

Pairing: August Walker Mob Boss Devil x Female Reader (No one is named)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Nudity, Suggested Prostitution, Exotic Dancer, Fingering, Performing Sex Acts, Sybian/Riding Dildo, Oral Sex/Blowjob, Choking/Airplay, Cum swallowing, Devils/Demons.

Wordcount: 1485

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  Henry Cavill Masterlist

The Devil Inside You

The marble floors were slippery from being freshly polished, the heels of your sky high sandals struggling to make traction as you tried to keep up with the enormous man that had come to get you from where you’d been getting ready in the dressing room with the other girls. You had known it would eventually be your turn, your turn to be called into the luxury offices above the club in the ancient building, to entertain him.

He owned the club. He owned the city. He was in charge of everyone and everything. Even if you didn’t know it, he knew what was going on everywhere. Politicians bowed to his every request, law officials couldn’t touch him. Whatever was thrown would never stick as he had eyes everywhere. There were rumours of course, whispers of a darkness that surrounded him, of his way of being able to reply to an argument before it’s even said. Something dwelled behind those eyes, the pale blue making you think of an icy cage on the occasion you’d caught a glance of him as he’d been passing through the club whilst you’d been on stage.

The enormous goon in front of you turned and let out a short puff of frustration at your inability to keep up with his long strides.

“Okay okay, i’ve only got little legs and these floors are slippery in these heels”

“Rubbish, i’ve seen you wrap those legs around a pole and strut your stuff in heels higher than those…” his eyes raked up and down your body; “...In less clothing”

You went to retort back but a foreign noise caught your tongue before you could speak.

I’m waiting.

Both you and the goon turned towards the closed door ahead of you, the colour draining from his face;

“You’d better get in there, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting”

He stepped aside and let you approach the door, the handle making your hand seem tiny as you turned it and stepped into the room. 

It was as if time kept jumping ten seconds at once. You were in the middle of the room but had no recollection of stepping through the door or shutting it behind you. He sat on a low seat next to the window, the pale light of day illuminating his strong features. He was impeccably dressed, an expensive suit clung to every part of his body, then the jacket open and he was sitting back, you were stood at his feet. His gaze was hypnotic and it sent a chill down your spine.

“Don’t be scared Little One”

His voice surprised you, deep and soft, it licked at your senses like an cold mist, whisps of smoke curling around you. His hand captured your own, pulling you towards him as he smoothed the palm of his other over the back of your hand;

“You’re shaking. You’ll be ok, its just us in here”

That’s what scared you the most. You felt like you were in the lions den, the reputation of the beast before you the most you feared. Finally finding your voice you spoke;

“I was told you wanted a dance? But there is no music…”

“There will be music to my ears” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth; “Now, let me see…”

He nodded to your robe and released your hands, his own moving to the silk tie at your waist, pulling the strings and letting it fall open. He sat back to appreciate what he saw, the expensive lingerie that had been delivered to you just an hour before, what little ribbon and lace there was not covering anything, instead it framed your assets. 

Entranced by his gaze, you found yourself letting the robe fall into a pile on the floor, the cool silk draping over your feet. With feather light touch his fingertips danced over the bare skin of your hip down to your knee, before they travelled up your inner thigh. The first touch of his finger against your bare lips caused a gasp of surprise to escape your mouth, but as he rubbed his thick fingers through your swollen petals which were devoid of panties, you hummed as sparks started to ignite in your belly and your arousal grew. Pressing the back of his hand just above your clit, he parted two fingers and ran his thumb over the sensitive pearl, drawing it out from beneath its hood, teasing it - and you - until you felt your leg start to shake. Then he stopped and sat back, a move that caught you by surprise.

“I think you’re ready to dance now” he nodded his head, indicating something behind you. 

Turning you were surprised to find a small leather footstool behind you, maybe a foot long and half as much wide. But was was glaringly obvious now was what you would be dancing on, the thick phallus that rose from the centre. The piece of obscene furniture hadn’t been there when you’d entered the room, and no-one had come or gone since you’d arrived. 

A voice in your head tugged at your subconscious, telling you to move and that you knew exactly what you were expected to do. Straddling it, you slowly dipped down, a move you’d done many times in front of many people, but then it had only been to simulate the act, never to actually do it. His ministrations had left you soaked, so as the blunt tip nudged at your folds it slid through them easily, bumping against your clit. Lowering yourself you whimpered as the thickness stretched your velvet channel. Barely two inches in and you could lower yourself no further, instead with some seasoned dexterity you moved to your knees, first one then the other as you braced your hands on the front edge of the padded leather and started to ride.

Your gaze was always trained on him, as he watched you perform the most private dance. With renewed vigour you took the shaft deeper, your juices flowing down your thighs and soaking the leather beneath you, the phallus seemed to grow and mould to your inner walls. To be on show like this in an act so private, yet being watched sent pleasure straight to your core, the rush enveloping your mind as your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut, it felt so good. 

A quiet huff of breath brought your attention back to the room, to the devil in front of you. His eyes now dark and beneath hooded eyes, his large hand palmed himself through his expensive suit. You rode harder and faster, and it was as if you were riding him. He rested his head back against the seat, fighting the urge to close his eyes and miss seeing your beautiful performance. 

You knew you were getting close, so when he suddenly stood it threw your rhythm off for a moment as he strode over to you and quickly unzipped himself, pulling his hard length from his pants. As he held the thick base his other hand moved to your throat, gripping you as he fed his wide mushroom head between your lips. 

“Ride. I want you to swallow what you do to me”

Never releasing your throat, instead he pressed a little harder, restricting your airflow just enough to tell you he was in complete control. It restricted your movements but you still bounced up and down on the shaft, all whilst he was deep in your mouth, the salty tang of his precome a tart reminder that he was close. With each rise of your hips it was as if you were riding him, yet he was overwhelming your senses, his voice in your thoughts as barriers between realities dissolved. 

Your body constricted as your orgasm hit, a white heat spreading through your core and enveloping your mind, but through it all you could feel the phallus move and jerk inside you, its movements identical to the way he filled your mouth, each spurt of his thick seed a delicacy on your tongue and a ghost in your womb. 

With a groan and in a moment of clarity he released his hands and took hold of your shoulders, to support you from falling and himself from the same. You fell against his thigh, the thick muscle warm and firm beneath the expensive fabric as he zipped himself up. He carefully lifted you from the device, carrying you like a bride as he exited the room and made his way to his chambers, doors seemingly opening and closing on their own.

“Sir, you have meetings this afternoon…” a voice called out.

“No, i do not”

“But it’s the Mayor”

“Definitely not”

In his arms the world narrowed, it was just him and you, his voice in your head.

The devil inside you.

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Oneshots Drabbles

Here are all my oneshots drabbles and headcannons. you can find my long ongoing chaptered fics here on my Chaptered Stories Masterlist. and you can find my shorter series list here Ficlet masterlist

Disclaimer and my stance on RPF

Geeking Out (Henry Cavill X Reader/Fluff)

Babies New Specs  (Henry Cavill X Little Reader-Fluff)

The Shoe Policy (Henry Cavill X Reader-Domestic)

Grand Theft Auto(Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Domestic)

Dress Codes, Nooky And Cock Blocks (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Domestic/Fluff/🥵)

Kal And Fatherhood (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff)

A Rainy day (Henry Cavill x Reader- Angst/Fluff/🥵)

Lemme See!! (Henry Cavill x Pierced/Tattooed Reader-Fluff)

Mummy’s Jealous Boy (Henry Cavill X Wife!Reader- Fluff, angst)

Pooh Bear (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Fluff)

Your Man In Action (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Another Birthday Surprise (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff slight Angst)

A Clumsy Nugget (Henry Cavill X Little!Reader- Fluff)

Beanie Baby (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Implied Smut,Fluff,Domestic)

Baby Snuggles… Drink and wet? (Henry Cavill X Reader/CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!/Fluff/Humour)

Forever Home (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

The Date (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Deeper Then The Pink Tax (Henry Cavill X Reader- Angst/ Fluff/ Difficult subjects)

Their Alright… For A Boomer (Henry Cavill X BustyReader- Fluff, Suggestive)

Love Is Blind (Henry Cavill X Shelby!Reader- Peaky Blinders AU- Angslt,Fluff)

Your Perfect (Henry Cavill X Reader- ABO,Fluff, Angst)

The Mortals Claiming (Hades!Henry X Reader- god AU, Angst, Smut)

Fledgling (Vampire!Henry X Reader)

The Rubber Glove Experience (Henry X Nurse!Reader)

Panic In The Playroom (Daddy!Henry x Little!Reader)

The Assistants Assistance (Henry X Reader)

The Talc Slip Up (Henry X Reader/Humour/Fluff) 

Chubby Rodent (Henry X Reader/Fluff)

Bubbles (Daddy!Henry X Little!Reader/Fluff/Humour)

Everything Works (Henry X Reader/Fluff/Humour)

Bring It On Bitch (Clark Kent X Reader-Fluff)

Ace In The Hole (Diana Prince X Teen Reader-Fluff?)

FUCK OFF! (Bruce Wayne X Reader-Domestic/Fluff)

A Soft Bunny~ (Clark Kent X Reader -🥵/PetPlay)

Mounting Mistakes  (Clark Kent X Reader- 🥵/ABO)

The Ruined Cape (Clark Kent X Bratty Little Reader-Spanking)

L-Latex?!(Clark Kent X  Mistress/Domme Reader-Humour/Fluff/Domestic )  

We Didn’t Make It To My Birthday (Alpha!Clark Kent X Younger Omega Reader- A/B/O, 🥵)    

Clark The God Of Munch (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Lacking (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Numb (Clark Kent X Daughter Reader- Angst/ Mental Health Issues)

A Breeding Bunny (Dark!Clark X Reader-🥵Dark Fic)

I Cant Feel My Legs (Dark!Clark X Reader/ A/B/O 🥵)

Super-Hubby Proof (Clark X Reader/ BDSM/ Humor/🥵)

(Taming A Pa-Bear(Platonic!Geralt X Reader/Fluff/Angst?Homour)

The Witcher’s Missus (Geralt X Reader/Angst/🥵)

Nanma? (Geralt x Mage!reader/ Jaskier X Reader Platonic/fluff/crackfic/suggestive)

Hybrid Oil (Geralt X Reader/ suggestive/ Angry Geralt)

Mine (ALpha!Geralt X Omega!Reader/ angry Geralt/ABO)

A Family (platonic Geralt X Reader/ Angst/Spanking/Fluff)

Your Best Idea (Napoleon Solo x Wife Reader-Fluff/Domestic)

My Phone Died…Sorry?(Walter X Reader/Fluff/Angst/Immplied smut)

A Little Crime Spree (Papa!Sherlock X Little Reader- Spanking)

His Grace’s Protection (Charles Brandon X Reader- Fluff/Angst)

They Hung Up (August Walker X Little!Reader- Fluff)

She Calls Me Daddy 🥵(August Walker X Reader Daddy Kink-Smut Exhibitionism)

Use The Zipties (Walter Marshal x Drunk!Reader)

Manny (Sy x Drunk!Reader)

The Graves Case (Sherlock X Reader)

OCD Christmas (Walter X Reader/ Fluff)

Dick Christmas (August X Reader/ cavillmas challenge/ smut)🥵

Finish What You Stared (Walter X Reader/ Foot Kink/ Suggestive/Fluff)

My Little Trinket (Dark!Charles X Reader/dark fic)

Math?!(Daddy!August X Brat!Reader/DDLG)

A Lil’Lady (Mob Boss Sy X Reader/ fluff)

Hitman Daddy Dom (Daddy!August X Little!reader/DDLG/Fluff)

Adoption Day (Daddy!Henry X Little!Reader/ DDLG/Fluff/Angst)

Please Do Daddy (Daddy!Walter X Subby!Reader/ daddy kink/ sugestive)

A Kept Woman (August X Reader/ dark themes/kidnap)

Princess (Sy X Reader/ Fluff/Humour)

Soft!Bdsm Relationship Dom!Henry Sub!Nurse

Wearing Plugs on a date Dom!Henry 🥵

Being A Jealous Little At A Party Daddy!Henry

Scolded By Another Daddy In Front Of Daddy!Henry

Tangled In Knots DDLG

When Your Knee Is Injured DDLG

A Maintenance Spanking DDLG

Caught Pigging Out DDLG

An Inner Ear Infection DDLG

Helping With Hate DDLG

Pms and Headache remedies DDLG🥵

Insomnia /Trouble Waking In The Morning DDLG

Caught Listening To Bratty Songs DDLG

Getting Scared Watching MI6 DDLG

Cutting Your Hair DDLG

Henry Answers A Zoom Call With Pretty Hair DDLG

Story time Wisdom teeth DDLG

Tooth Fairy Haggle DDLG

The accident DDLG

Sherbert and baths DDLG

The Icecream Van DDLG

Slapping Daddies Hand DDLG

Superman’s Dishcloth

Couples Race

Sugar haul DDLG 

Yeah Daddy DDLG

Baby Hustle

A Headcannon Crack Series- Geralt see’s an opportunity to add to his family and finally have something both he and Yennefer have always wanted. A baby, now they just had to figure out how to look after it.

The Exchange / / Got Milk? / / Your Turn / /Hmm…Hm? / /Lil’Bleater

Misc

Vesemir and Geralt bath sharing M/F/M

Playing With August’s Knives DDLG

The Deal (Clark X Reader X August)🥵 / / Pt 2  / / Pt3🥵?

Malicious Compliance (Sherlock X Reader)

Coming Home Drunk (August X Drunk!Reader)

April Fools! (Sy X Reader) slight smut 🥵

Mocki (Sy X Reader)

Hair Pulling  101 Dom!Henry

A Latte (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

Swallow-Geralt Of Rivia

Ducky- Humphrey Mummy!Domme

The Making Of Sy’s Mini Me- Sy Smut

Walter Told You Not To Touch! Walter implied smut?

“Pull out” “No”-Sy Smut

Little Office Bunny- August implied smut

Jewel In The Crown August Walker

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Vow 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!August Walker

Summary: your father’s murder leaves you in the hands of a dangerous man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Dinner is served as you sit on your throne. August shifts you at an angle so your legs are across his, your arm nestled against his torso. He keeps an arm around you, his hand firmly on your hip, as his other reaches to the table. 

You feel like a child. That is likely his intention. He wants to make it clear that he owns you. Not just for yourself but for every watching eye. This is the final stone in the wall. He has taken everything from the old boss, down to his very daughter. 

He picks up a crab cake and hovers it before you. You stare at the gourmet hors d’oeuvres. He growls but you don’t wait for him to give the order. You take a bite and chew tightly. You’re mortified as he eases back and finishes it himself. 

He continues to feed you, eating in turn. 

“Pate is... disgusting,” he crushes the fork into the meat. 

You’re silent for a moment. You realise you need to say something. The audience cannot see you freeze in the storm of your circumstance. As he said in the car, you must play along. 

“A bit bland,” you agree. 

“What do you prefer?” His hand slips up to the small of your back. He tickles the satin and toys with the tightly bound laces. “The crab or the quiche?” He points with the fork to each as he speaks. You’re not sure if he genuinely cares. 

“The quiche. The spinach not the mushroom,” you answer. It’s strange, as if you’re sat at lunch with your month discussing the seasonal dishes and which you’ll get again. 

“Spinach not mushroom,” he repeats thoughtfully. 

Shortly, the appetizers are replaced with the entree. August brushes his hand up your arm and lean forward. He takes a deep breath. 

“You smell nice. Jasmine.” He remarks. 

He guesses correctly. Your perfume is Burberry. Your father would by you bottles from London. You push away his memory. 

“Thank you, August.” 

You catch a hint of his cologne. Rich and luxurious but you can’t pick out the specific scent, though you know which is his own. He squeezes your side and gestures with an open hand to the plate. You take his meaning without question. Your turn. 

As you lift the fork and knife, you grip the latter tightly. You haven’t the heart even if you entertained the fanciful whim for vengeance. You cut into the filet mignon and juices gush from the medium rare meat.  

Your eyes wander for an instant. They find your mother, sat in the nest of snakes with their painted lips and spiraled curls. She stares back grimly and nods. You must keep going. 

You turn to offer August a morsel of steak. It’s awkward. He sucks it off the fork and hums. 

“Very good, though I prefer rare,” he intones. 

You cut another piece and offer it again. He wraps his large hand around yours and aims the fork toward your own mouth. You take the steak off the tines and chew. It’s delicious, though a peppercorn nips at your tongue. 

He reaches past you again. He takes the flute of champagne and offers it to you first. You sip as he watches. You’re overly aware of his blazing eyes. They are so blue that each time you look into them, you feel as if you might drown. He finishes the glass in a deep gulp. 

A server is quick to come forward and fill it. You slice more off the steak. He patiently waits. You continue the meal as such. Creamed potatoes with truffle and long stems of white asparagus with the steak. Your appetite remains latent so you swallow it all down into a pit of unease. 

You finish and he clears his throat. He taps the corner of the cloth napkin. You take it off the table. You wince. It sinks in how demeaning the whole seen is. You are subservient to him completely. 

You dab his lips with the napkin. His gaze startles you as his eyes flicks down and he watches. He hums and moves your hand away from his mouth. His hand snakes up your back to your nape and he pulls you to him. 

He crushes his lips to yours. His tongue invades your mouth and the taste of champagne and pepper mingle. You tilt your head back as he devours you, barely able to breathe around his suddenly ravenous demeanour. 

He parts and heave a hot breath over you. Your heart is racing as his chest rises and falls calmly. He lightly caresses your cheek as he examines you. He tilts his head and his cheek dimples. 

“I believe we are due for our first dance,” he cups your chin, his eyes still on your mouth. 

[quietmyfearswith]

trip of my life ; kinktober day 3 ; mob!august walker x fem!reader

status — completed one shot

word count —  4,878 words

kink - car sex

warnings — DARK FIC WITH SMUT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, sugardaddy, smut, unprotected penetrative sex, mean!daddy!august, stalker!august, hacking into someone’s cctv and watching the live feed, mentions of beating someone up, car sex, possessive!august, mentions of illegal activities (like drug/weapons trafficking), that’s all i think??

pairing — sugardaddy!ceo!soft!dark!andy barber x fem!reader

a/n — MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT

tagging — @la-cey​ @melancholyy-hill​ @pedropcl​ @beck07990​ @simpingbutch​ @doozywoozy​ @kebabgirl67​ @sohosteve @pettyjayy​

masterlist | series masterlist | kinktober masterlist

“Solomon, go down to the bar on 6th Avenue — I’m gonna go check if Robert finally came around to accept my offer,” August barked out to his long-time driver who nodded and began to change his route.

One of the many reasons as to why August wanted the Golden Gopher was for it’s perfect location — just a few minutes from the major freeways and the neighbourhood near it was his target consumers. The spacious basement it contained was just the area he was looking for to host some of the underground activities he would be hosting.

“We’re here, boss.” At Solomon’s declaration, he nodded while he buttoned the suit he was wearing and made his way out of the car. Upon stepping foot by the entryway of the rustic-themed bar, the man dubbed the Hammer could smell the overwhelming scent of cigarettes mixed with liquor. Approaching the bouncer, he eyed him down before huskily telling him, “Show me your idiot of an owner.”

The wrestler-like bouncer rose both eyebrows at him before turning around and relaying the message that August Walker was here through his two-way radio; after getting a message from the higher ups, he turned to face the well-known mob boss, “Hunt’s in his office,” Luther crossed his arms as he watched the man enter the bar.

As he trudged his way up the stairs, confidence was obvious with the way he had his back straight and a smug smirk; three raps into the glass portion of the door and the ambitious owner of the bar huskily welcomed August, “For someone who’s so powerful, you sure are hellbent on getting this bar.”

Wordlessly, August entered the office and sat down on the cheap leather couch Hunt had, “And for someone who claims to be a businessman, you sure are not thinking straight, Hunt.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not interested in selling this place? I worked my ass off to get this up and running?”

“And with the money I’m willing to give you, you can open five more,” August reminded him. Money was never an issue to him; since he was born into an affluent family, he never had to get his hands dirty — not counting blood as dirt — in order to earn money. But that didn’t mean he was one of those trust fund pricks who would spend money on things without thinking of how to maintain their wealth, status, and title for the long term.

“Why are you even so hellbent on this establishment anyway? Don’t you have a plethora of options?”

“Easy access to this site since your less than ten minutes away from three major highways, you have plenty of storage area — and I’m not just talking about your basement —, I surveyed my customers and majority of them has stated that the location is just right, while I personally like the whole,” August twirled a finger in a circular motion to refer to the way the interior and exterior of the bar has been styled, “Exposed brick decor you’ve got going around.”

“I don’t know, August,” Hunt crosses his arms and slumps into his leather chair, “I just can’t seem to let this bar go.” His eyes showed how much the establishment meant to him and August pointed it out, “Seems like you have a soft spot for this huh. I wonder if you can push aside sentimental value for an additional $100,000 to my original offer.”

“You’d pay $500,000 for this bar? How rich are you, really?” Hunt exclaimed in shock, August simply shrugs his shoulders as he decided to not answer both his questions; instead he opted to part him with a simple, “Just let me know when you decided to accept it; but don’t take too long or else my offer will go down.”

Despite having not been granted the sweet yes he was yearning for, August walked out of the office feeling confident that Hunt will sooner or later come around and agree with his terms — for who could ever turn down that much money to start another business venture?

Before heading back to his car, August decided to visit the bar’s main lounge and silently draw up plans for what the future layout would be once he acquired the place. The chairs and booths would have to go since they were all worn out — granted the aesthetic of the premise is rustic and homey.

Heading for the bar, he frowned upon seeing how crowded the bar area was — he suddenly had a thirst for a drink but was not really in the mood for waiting in lines.

“Oy! I’ve been waiting for at least five minutes now and you haven’t given me my order yet!” A man snapped his fingers as he tried to capture the female bartender’s attention.

“I’m making yours already,” She said as she lifted the cocktail mixer and hastily poured it on the glass. “Too bad a pretty face can’t help a dumb girl like her make all the drinks huh?” He snickers towards the other patrons who were waiting by the bar for their drinks.

“Here you go, sir; I’m sorry for the wait,” She meekly handed to the man, head low since her confidence slightly deflated after hearing the insult he spewed out while the other guests agreed with him.

“Fucking finally,” The man grabebd the try of drinks and rolled his eyes. August watched the whole thing unfold and his blood was boiling. He cast one last glance on the pretty woman before chasing over the rude man.

“Ow what the hell, man?” August gripped his shoulders tightly, making the rude man spill the drinks all over the tray and his shirt, as he dragged him off to the back entrance of the bar, “You owe me a lot of drinks, pal!”

“Let’s see if you can still drink after what I’ll do to you,” August roughly shoved his back against the brick wall, “What you said and did earlier is no way to treat a lady.” The man simply shrugs his shoulder, “A lady does what a man tells her to do, and does it quickly.”

August saw red and immediately connected his fist to the man’s face, instantly knocking him out as his head also hit the wall on the recoil. Letting go of his surprisingly frail body and letting it slump down on the ground.

Reaching down for his phone, he called for Solomon, “I need you here at the back entrance. There’s something I need you to clean up for me. Do it quickly and then we’re off to my penthouse.”

After ending the call, August returned to the bar and shot a picture of the bartender; once he got a decent portrait of her taken he swiftly exited the building and entered his car where Solomon is wiping off his knuckles as he waited for his boss, “All ready, sir?”

“Let’s go now, Solomon,” He then looks back on the picture he took of the bartender and smiles wickedly, “Time to get to know you better, honey.”

*

“Fucking finally,” Y/N moaned out after her shift ended. Hunt helped her stack up the chairs on the table so as to not cause the mopped floors to create a muddy mess, “I’ll have your salary sent directly into your bank account.”

“Thanks Ethan,” She quickly put on her backpack and raised her secondhand textbooks and sarcastically bid goodbye, “Now I have a long-awaited date with my books.”

Luckily, she didn’t have any class today but the day after, Wednesday, she had three midterm exams along with having to finalize two essays that were already long overdue since she had to beg for an extension since she had just been attending shift after shift at the bar. “Come on now, don’t act up now,” She muttered repeatedly as she twisted the key in the ignition, the stuttering sound remaining as her least favorite sound — yet something she frequently heard, unfortunately —, “Oh thank God, yes,” She cheered happily when it started without any hassle.

As she was driving her car down to her ratty apartment, she was already making a list of the expenses she would have to fit in her salary; it’s not like Hunt didn’t pay her well, he did, but there were a lot of payments she had to fill out — like car insurance, future car payments, rent, groceries, tuition, textbooks, groceries, and a whole lot more.

Once she entered her apartment, her back slid down against the wooden door with a long, exasperated exhale. “Just a few more months before graduation,” She silently cheered herself on as she slumped down on her fusty couch and immediately fished her phone out of her pink backpack and checked her bank account through the app.

“What?” Her earlier droopy eyes were now wide eyes as she stared at the amount of money that was in her savings account, “How on Earth do I have half a million dollars in my account?”

Her fingers tapped on the history of her card’s transactions; she was so damn used with the  color red which indicates she has spent money that seeing the color green — let alone one that indicated she obtained an insane amount of money was terrifying just as much as it was satisfying.

There was a note left by the person, who seemingly had authority to approve the money to go into her account, which read, “Hello, precious. It seems as if you have been struggling for quite a while, no? Luckily for you, your guardian angel has finally arrived. To some I may be a heartless demon, but for you I will be the most virtuous man alive. See you soon, precious.”

As ominous as the message was, it radiated a certain sense of comfort to her. Deciding not to question it, she decided to instead not touch the money and instead only spend the $2500 Hunt had paid her with.

*

“Seems like my precious resisted the gift I gave her,” August voiced out his observation as he was looking on his phone, monitoring her bank transactions in which she limited herself to spending only what Hunt had paid her.

“Boss, the snitch is in the basement waiting for you,” Solomon reminded him of his remaining appointment for the day; sliding his phone on the back pocket of his dress pants, he then made a mental note to tend to her next need.

“And the equipment I asked for is ready?”

“They have been sharpened and polished, sir,” Solomon then opened the door leading to the dimly lit room where the person who was caught embezzling was currently tied up and waiting the cruel punishment August will hand them. And with a wicked smile, August happily went down the flight of stairs as he craved a release to the stress he has been carrying for a long time.

*

“Seems like you have a guardian angel then,” Hunt replied after downing in one gulp the drink his best bartender had prepared.  Scoffing, Y/N threw her face towel over shoulder as she placed her hands on her hips, “As generous as this guardian angel seems, Lucifer was good too before he was bad.”

Sliding the empty glass to her, Hunt stood up from the elevated stool, “Well if this Lucifer of yours disturbs you, just let me or Luther know and we’ll handle them for you.”

“Aw, is this because I was employee of the month last and this month?”

Shaking his head just before he heads back into his office, Hunt playfully smirks at her, “God no, if it weren’t for you our customers wouldn’t be coming in.”

Once her boss left her presence, Y/N didn’t have time to ponder more on who her Lucifer was as she was swamped with customers who were ordering their liquor as if their life depended on it.

“Oh you poor thing,” August hummed lowly as he watched the camera footage of the bar, watching how she was running around as she strived to give everyone their orders; he rolled his eyes when his gaze shifted from his computer screen to the mountain of paperwork that was awaiting his signal, “Looks like I need to save you, my precious.”

Ignoring the pile of work that was calling for his attention,  he put on his brown suit jacket and was already hollering orders at Solomon to once again go to the bar on 6th Avenue.

“Are you alright to close up? Julia will kick my ass once again if she wakes up and I’m still not at home,” Hunt asked of her, causing the bartender to look at the clock that was hanging on the brick walls, eyes widening upon seeing that it was getting close to five in the morning.

“I can do it, don’t worry. Tell Julia I said hi,” Hunt nodded at her request and briskly made his way out of the establishment and made his way home. Once every other staff member and the owner of the establishment was gone — leaving her all alone in the main floor of the bar — she then opened her book and was trying her best to absorb the information on the readings she had for her Marketing class while stacking up the chairs and wiping off the tables.

Concentrating deep in the confusing words that were splayed out all over the paper that she didn’t hear August stealthily come inside the bar. The sound of the chair creaking once it was placed back down on the floor that she had mopped a few moments before.

“I’m sorry but we’re closed already; we open once again at five pm,” August had to chuckle lightly at the way she said the rehearsed statement sounding so drained.

“Good thing I’m not here for the drinks then.”

Was it too ambitious to hope that the customer would take the cue for them to leave the bar and just come back once they’re open? Apparently not. With the full intention of telling the persistent customer to piss off when she found herself biting her tongue to prevent herself from doing so once she caught a glimpse of the handsome customer who wouldn't bug off.

One of the many traits that August possessed was ability to read people well — and that came in handy when he saw how taken aback his precious was when she finally graced him by showing her beautiful face. “Taken aback aren’t you, precious?”

Unsure why, Y/N felt uneasy at  first but she swallowed it back down and shook head as she unconvincingly said, “Not at the slightest. But I mean what I said, we’re closed and I’m asking you calmly to please leave our premises.”

August stood up, undoing the sole button that was keeping his jacket from being clasped, “And I meant what I said as well — I’m not here for the drinks or whatever crisps you guys have to offer,” She was about to interject when the powerful man cleared her confusion, “I’m here for you, precious.”

Drawing her eyebrows together in confusion, she placed her stapled papers down on the nearest surface and placed a hand on her hip as she was confused, “What do you mean? Are you here to kill me?”

Chuckling as he shook his head no, August could feel himself getting aroused at the thought of his precious looking at him that way once he came home to her after a long day at work, scolding him about how he came home late to her and now he has to make it up to him by having to eat her out so good.

“That’s the last thing I want to do or to happen to you, precious,” He reveals to her as he walked over to her and towered over her smaller frame, the warmth of his hands spreading over the skin of her hips, searing through the denim of her jeans.

“Then what exactly is it you want? I don’t know about you but I do need to close up,” She lifted the bunch of papers that were still waiting for her attention, “I have midterms this coming week and there are still so many things I have not fully understood.”

“I want you to come home with me, I’ll show you the life you deserve to live. That you are worth more than just half a million dollars,” He mentioned the deposited, untouched money in her back account; and upon hearing that her eyes widened as she concluded, “You gave me the money! Why did you do it though?”

Grabbing the stack of papers from the surface and heading over by the bar where her shabby backpack was, he tilted to the door as a small smirk rested on his face, “If you close up right now I’ll answer all questions you might have.”

Seeing as he had gathered all her belongings, she quickly threw the grimy rag somewhere behind the bar and turned all of the lights off. August held  the front door of the bar open and stood closely behind her as she was locking the front door.

Upon turning around, her front collided with his firm chest, “Oh I’m sorry about that.” As a massive, warm hand pushed her gently towards his limousine, August replied, “I wouldn’t mind it at all if you brushed up against me like that more frequently.”

Once they were both comfortably seated in the car, August’s deep voice ordered Solomon, “Take the long way home, and put the divider up as well.”  Normally, Y/N would have felt nervous at the thought of having to spend some time alone with a stranger, with seemingly no way out; but there was something about the man who was rubbing her knee soothingly that reassured her that nothing bad would come out of her spending time with her generous Lucifer.

“I forgot to ask, what was your name again?” Her neck was craned up to get a better look of his features — she had to bite her lip back from grinning upon realizing how attractive he was. “Name’s August Walker, precious. Who knows? That just might be your last name in the future.”

His confidence took her aback, but she tilted her head in realization, “You’re the one Hunt’s been complaining about a lot recently.” A satisfied chuckle vibrated off his throat, “Well he is one stubborn man who doesn’t recognize a great opportunity unless it hits him in the face.”

“Why do you want to buy the bar anyway? Do you want to own a bar as well?” Already interested in business? Really the perfect one for me. “Let’s just say that the bar is perfect for my business.”

“What business do you have? A limousine rental one?”

Chuckling, he shook his head and moved his hand higher up her until it rested mid-thigh and he looked at her with desire clear on his facial features, “I don’t think you should trouble your pretty head about that, precious. Why don’t we talk about how you didn’t touch the money I gave you?”

She shrugged her shoulders as she found herself unconsciously playing with his hand, “It felt wrong, I didn’t work for the money so I didn’t spend it,” Upon realizing that she was probably invading his personal space, she retracted his grip in hers before pouting at him a bit confused, “Why did you even give me that much money in the first place?”

“Because I want to take care of you,” He bluntly admitted as both of his hands were now placed on her hips, reaching over to lift her up and place her down his lap, “I want to be able to give you everything you need and want.”

Her nervous wiggling around his lap was something the businessman greatly appreciated, his hands digging into her hips deeper and sliding her back further into his chest, “Would you let me do that, my precious?”

“Why me though?” Her voice lacked the earlier sass it had when she was asking him to leave the bar; instead it was replaced with a shaky exhale. His rough fingertips unbuttoned her denim jeans, dragging the zipper down and another smirk found its way on his lips upon seeing the pink, cotton panties that was hiding the one thing August never realized he needed.

“Because you’re perfect for me,” The way his breath hit the back of her ears caused shivers to come down her spine; his fingers made quick work of removing her jeans as well as her panties, sneakily placing the cotton in his pocket before sliding his pointer and middle finger inside her pussy, “You need someone to take care of your every single need,” Shallow pants were all that escaped her lips as his fingers gained speed, “Don’t you think you deserve someone who can tend to every need and want you have?”

A broken moan came out of her lips as she rested her head to his chest, blissed out eyes taking in how she was smirking at her as he he felt the tips of his fingers poke her untouched sweet spot, causing her to cry out, “Fuck me!”

“That desperate for me already?” Removing his fingers from her wet cavern, she trashed around slightly — her way of asking for him to place his fingers back inside her. Instead of tending to her needs, he quickly fisted the material of her shirt and ripped it into two, exposing her braless breasts. Pinching her nipples and pulling on them until they hardened due to his touch, “Would you let me?”

One hand continued to toy with her nipple, the other making quick work of his own pants and frees his cock that was now red and rock hard in arousal for her. The hand that was on her nipple lowered to rest on her hip, raising her slightly so he can slide his cock in her. With just his tip being inside her warm walls, Y/N could feel how thick he was; her hands clutched on his thick thighs as she lifted herself up from his cock.

Displeased with that, August clicks his tongue and ignores her wordless pleas to slow down and instead forces her to take the entirety of his cock by placing his firm hands on her hips, sliding her wet cunt down his cock, “Take all of it, my precious.”

Astonished with how thick his cock was, she failed to understand the double entendre laced with his statement; it didn’t also help that August began to pick up rhythm as he lifted her until only the tip was left before dragging her right back down until his tip met her sweet spot once again. The backs of her thighs were also sure to be sore with how loud they were slapping against his toned thighs.

“Please, August,” He loved the way she brokenly cried out for him, turning around to show him how there were a few tears running down her cheeks, “Please slow down.”

Tired of her appeals to slow down, she forced her to lay down on her stomach, her cheek pressing against the leather seat as his hands moved her to move against his cock by latching his hands onto her hips, until he was sure that his handprints would be evident on her skin.

“So fucking tired of you not taking what I give,” He spits out with venom even though in his mind he meant well; he was grunts upon feeling her tighten around him, causing her to bite down against the leather as she became even more wet. One of his hands trailed down to her clit, rubbing and pinching it as he pistoned in and out of her, the struggle of forcing it deep in her was becoming harder with the way her walls enveloped his cock.

“From now on you take what I give to you,” He declares as he smacks her ass, suddenly feeling possessive and protective over her, “I’ll look after you and give you what you need and want,” Slowing down his thrusts he pulled her up by her shoulders and looked over at her face that was teary eyed and biting on her bottom lip to prevent her from crying out loud, “Let me hear you answer me, precious. Are you gonna let me take care of you?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, August,” She cried out just as he repeatedly touched her sweet spot and felt something stirring up inside her with the way he was looking at her with such desire — too intense that it caused her to be feeble in his grasp and the businessman showed mercy on her by laying her back down on her stomach. “Cum for me, my precious,” August demanded, his hot breath tickling her ear as tripled his effort to rail her with all his might and strength, “If you really do accept, you’re gonna obey my orders and cum for me.”

It could have been the domineering tone in which he commanded her, or the way his cock was impaling her with no mercy, or simply the way the polished leather brushed against her already erect nipples — no, it was the way he laid his claim on her and was proving it by etching every ridge and vein of his cock deep in her pussy that made her spasm and cum around his cock.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” She moaned out as she trashed around slightly, only to be calmed down as he peppered kisses all over the back of her shoulders and neck; his thrusts losed their speed despite retaining the vigor he had — a sign that he too was reaching his climax.

Turning ever so slightly so she could catch a glimpse of his sweaty face and had a dumbfounded smile on her face as she reached for his hands that were on her hips, and rubbed the back of his palms softly as she spoke, “You can cum in me, daddy.”

And just to prove how she had him wrapped around her dainty finger, August thrust deep into her pussy one last time, bumping against her cervix before spilling his load deep in her, “Fuck, my precious, take all of my cum.”

Nodding against the leather as she blinked her eyes continuously, as if to remind her brain to exit the pleasure-filled haze she was currently in, and took in how handsome he looked as he was panting slowly while he carefully pulled his cock out of her pussy, admiring the way she was clenching her walls to keep the mixture of their juices in her pussy.

After stuffing his half-hard cock back in his pants, August then worked to clean his precious up and dress her in what remains of the clothes he had ripped off. Deciding that her shirt was of no use, he draped his suit jacket around her frame before sitting her on his lap.

“Do you understand your place now, my precious?”

Nodding firmly as she hummed upon feeling his warm hand cup her cheek, she leaned her down on his shoulder as a pleased chuckle vibrated through August’s chest.

They began pulling up to August’s property, his mansion coming into view and Y/N couldn’t help but ogle at the breathtaking house. “This is where you live?”

“This is where we’ll both live, precious,” He clarified after kissing her forehead softly. Smiling once the limousine has to a halt by the stairs leading to the abode’s main entrance. “I could get used to living here, daddy.”

“Now where did that name come from, hm?” August playfully asked her as he tickled her sides, his precious leaning into his touch instead of the usual reaction of pulling away, “You don’t like it, daddy?”

“I love it, my precious,” He countered once they were now in the foyer of the house,” Welcome home, my precious.” And to welcome her into their home, he leaned to kiss her as his hands settled on the globes of her ass, deepening their kiss until he felt her moan out in pleasure against their tongues tangling.

“I know I’ll have a great time living her, daddy! Especially since I get to live with you!” Once their kiss ended, August let his hand rest on her ass while he guided her to their bedroom. “There are two things daddy has to ask of you, precious.”

“Anything, daddy!”

“First, convince Hunt to sell his bar to me,” They paused just as they were infront of the door to bedroom Y/N pouted a little but nodded as she had a determined look on her face, “I’ll do it, daddy.”

“Very good,” She whimpered upon hearing those words and when his hand left her ass to open the double doors that led to their bedroom, “What’s the second thing, daddy?”

“I want you to get on your knees and suck me off; I’ve been fantasizing about those pretty lips of yours for a while now, precious.”

[gotnofucks]

(updated 26 October 2021)

MARVEL 

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose :  Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

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Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU.  (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

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Stephen Strange

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl:  Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2:  Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

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SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day :  Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage :  You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment.  (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul :  You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 :  Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy.  (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

[donutloverxo]

Mobster Steve always ready to shut anyone up by his excessive pda in front of anyone and everyone .. cries .. a dream

Thanks for the request and sorry it took so long. I'm combining this and another anon who asked for a reader standing up for herself hopefully thats okay. Warnings - daddy kink, mob!Steve, misogyny. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

The yelling out 'daddy!' In public but was inspired by @cruelfvkingsummer s sugar daddy!August Walker.

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs and welcome and much appreciated. This blog and this story is 18+. Do not read, follow or interact if you are not 18+. Please🙏🙏

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"You're gonna have to make a decision someday, cap," Sam chimed in, reminding Steve of the time crunch.

He only hummed in return, having had about enough of working the whole damn week, what's worse was that he couldn't even spend the weekend with you.

His frown quickly softening and turning into a smile when he saw you come out of his car, "Daddy!" you squealed, jumping up and down in excitement as you ran to him and threw your arms around him.

He was taken aback a bit, stumbling back a few steps but he managed to catch you, burying his nose in your hair as you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you so so much!" you sighed, finally happy to be with him.

He tried to set you down to your feet, so he could get a good look at your face, but you refused to stop clinging to him,"How was your trip, princess?" he asked rubbing your back, which was exposed since you were wearing a flimsy backless dress, he didn't know how he felt about that.

"Oh my gosh!" you squealed again, standing ok your feet so you could look up at him, "We had so much fun! I bought so many new pretty things, hot some for you and your friends too," you blinked.

He hummed, pulling you into him and crashing his lips over yours, he had missed you, it had been less than a week and yet it felt like months. He was well aware of Sam, Bucky, Peter and his bodyguards eyes on you, some of them had the decency to avert their gaze while Sam and Bucky smiled and stared as if they were proud parents.

You giggled, your cheeks warm and head dizzy from the kiss as he let you go.

"Yeah, what'd you get us, princess?" Bucky teased.

Steve shot him a look, knowing that he was only joking but that pet name was reserved for him, only he got the privilege to call you that.

"Ooh! I got you some magnets to put on your fridge and a nice shirt."

"Alright, princess, let's get going or we'll be late," he urged you. Not ready to share your attention with his friends, not after having you back in his arms after so long, and dreading the party you were both going to.

"Did she give you any trouble?" he asked Peter. He had sent the boy with you and your friends to Milan to protect you and make sure that you stayed out of trouble.

"Uh... no, sir. But..." he hesitated, he thought of you as a big sister and would never want to rat you out or get you in trouble, but his loyalty lied with the mob boss, "She might've maxed out your platinum card..."

"Don't worry about that..." he chuckled and thanked him for taking care of you.

"Daddy," you whined, squirming against his side, you had been acting antsy ever since you got in the limo, pressing kisses to his neck and his collarbone, pulling at the collar of his dress shirt, "I missed you sooo much..."

"I missed you too, baby. But we need to talk," he propped your chin up so he could look into your beautiful eyes, "You'll need to be careful with the card from now on. You can't just blow money away just because we have a lot of it."

"Bu... but," your eyes tearing up and your bottom lip wobbling, "I thought what was yours was mine. You said so yourself..." you sniffled, trying to keep your tears at bay, he had told you that when he asked you to leave your shitty studio apartment and move into his brownstone in Brooklyn, he let you decorate the place however you liked and let you have access to his accounts so you let yourself think that what was his was truly yours. "My mom was right..."

"Right about what?"

"She told me never to move in with a guy until I'm engaged. I'm just like... a kept woman for you..."

"No...no...no, honey," he sighed, stroking your cheek, "It is yours. Everything that is mine is yours. Even my heart," he said putting your hand over his heart, "my soul, it's all yours. More than it is mine really."

"And... I'm just looking for a ring, baby. You know I'd be an idiot not to give you my name and make you my wife. But we need to be cautious, what if we spend all our money and don't have any in case of an emergency?"

"All right, that makes sense. I'm sorry, daddy, I promise I'll be careful."

"I know you will, baby. You're my good girl right?"

"Yes," you nodded, clenching your thighs together.

"Are you wet, honey?" he smiled.

"Yes," you giggled. "Will you fuck me right now, please?" pulling your doe eyes so he absolutely won't be able to resist you.

"Not in a moving car, honey," he said, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb before pushing it in your warm mouth, "I want to take my time with you. I haven't had my most favorite meal in days, so I'll have to do that first, for at least an hour, and then you are good and show me that you deserve it, I'll let you ride my cock."

His words sent shivers up your spine, you gulped, you were bound to be sore tonight. But there was still the matter of your needy pussy, and you weren't patient like your daddy.

"Can I at least suck daddy's cock then?" you requested.

He chuckled, "You just never take no for an answer do you, baby," as you shook your head. He unzipped his pants, pulling his hardening cock out of his pants.

"I'll mess up your hair," he said as you got down to your knees, between his legs, "I don't mind. I want my cummies," you excitedly wrapped your hand around his length, wrapping your lips around his tip.

He pushed your head down, making you gag, "We have to hurry, baby, we'll be there soon..." he moaned as he threw his head back.

He kept fucking his cock into your face, trying not to mess with your pretty hair which was your done up, your makeup was already ruined though, "Here it comes, baby," he warned you before releasing in your mouth.

You swallowed all of out, so that you could impress him and show him that you were his good girl, and because you were looking forward to the, hopefully huge, diamond he was going to buy you.

You were never a huge fan of parties like these, bored out of your mind, you couldn't even talk to anyone, Sam and Bucky seem to have wandered off somewhere while Steve was too busy making small talk that would literally put you to sleep.

"I'm bored," you told him for the tenth time, you would've even stomped your feet and thrown a full blown tantrum if you weren't aware of everyone's eyes on you, "And my feet hurt from these heels."

"I told you to wear something sensible, doll," he sighed. "Just an hour or so more and then I'll give you a foot massage, okay?"

You only huffed, four inches were more than sensible, you were going to wear the killer eight inch stilletos you bought in Italy with your friends but didn't knowing he'll scold you for it.

"Whatever," you mumbled.

Walking towards a group of women, who looked like they were mob wives and mob mistresses, you could talk to them to kill time.

'She's such a gold digger, I've heard Rogers has a lot of money.' You stopped in your tracks as you heard one of them say.

'You have to be hot to be a gold digger,' another voice snickered.

"Oh shit, I think she heard us..." she whispered as they both looked at you.

"Hello," you gave them a sweet smile, "were you both talking about me?"

"Yeah..." the blonde girl, Stacey you recalled her name was, "It's only the truth," she shrugged. "Nothing wrong with it, go get that money, girl!" She tried to salvage it but the damage was done.

"I think you're mistaken," you said as you propped your hand on your hip, "I'm not a gold digger. I love Steve and I do like how rich he is, but I'd love him even if he didn't have the money. Is it possible that you were projecting your own Insecurities on me? You're the one who wishes your man would leave his wife for you, not me. I'm going to be Mrs Steve Rogers. So you should watch how you speak about me if you know what's good for you."

She was about to quip back but then you felt his arm around you, "Good evening, ladies," he said to the small group of women, "Mind if I steal my fiance for a second?" he asked.

They all stared dumbfounded as he whisked you away.

"Not gonna lie, I would've loved to rescue you and be your knight," he told you as you both walked towards your limo, ready to end the night. "But I'm still so proud of you. You're my sweet strong girl."

"You'll always be my hero, daddy. No matter what."

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Finished Series

Steve Rogers

Happy Together

Sugar, Sugar (Sugar Daddy AU)

Insubordination

Get Your Fix

Eye for an Eye (Mafia AU)

Getaway (Nomad Steve)

Grace, too (Stripper AU)

When the Weight Comes Down (Biker AU)

She

Edge of Time (Apocalypse AU)

Bucky Barnes

Breach (Winter Soldier)

Heart-Shaped Box

Smalltown Bringdown (Biker AU)

From Eden

Stucky

Witness (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

Yours, Mine, and Ours (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

Tapestry (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, Medieval AU)

kiss me in the d-a-r-k / Summertime sadness  (dad! Steve Rogers, professor!Bucky Barnes, boss!Loki)

Painted Windows

Blue Jean Baby (Porn AU)

Bent, not broken (Winter Soldier & Captain Hydra)

Thor

What was, What will be

Little Bones )Biker AU)

Peter Parker

Let me be your ruler (Peter Parker, Mob AU, MCU)

Loki

Fully Completely (Loki)

Zemo

Candy Coated (sugar daddy au)

Sam Wilson

Looking for a Place to Happen (biker au)

Multicharacter

Omerta (Loki & Bucky Barnes, ft. Steve Rogers and Thor, Mafia AU)

Eye of the Storm (Thor & Loki)

Frailty, thy name is woman (Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Edwardian AU)

Northern Exposure (Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)

Hue and Cry (Bucky Barnes, Helmut Zemo, Medieval AU)

Staycation (Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers)

Too much is never enough Epilogues (Loki, Thor)

Too much is never enough (Thor, Loki)

Oh, what a night (Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers)

Andy Barber

A Place Like This (Lumberjack AU)

Lee Bodecker

Push

Arvin Russell

Of something beautiful, but annihilating

Clark Kent

Splintered

As You Wish (Medieval AU) 

Portrait of a Dangerous Man (Mob AU)

August Walker

Blowback

[hope-to-hell]

Okay okay okay. I gave it like ten whole hours of thought and I kept getting caught on Good Dom August and a pleased little, "Good girl." But then I realized that we haven't heard from Mob!Boss Will in a hot minute. So maybe a little tale of August either standing in for Will and showing him how things are done or Will needing a steadying influence to give his woman what she needs and getting some verbal guidance from our favorite not-dead secret agent. Bonus points if we find out Will also has a praise kink. Super duper bonus points (and, idk, an ice cream cone with sprinkles) if both men join in on the action.

I'm very much so in a Will/August/Me mood rn.

We are probably not remotely on-prompt but we do have some threesome action going. To Live in the Moment. Will x August x Reader. Smut, scars, brief blood and gore, threesome, riding. Each of them is intense on his own, but wait until you get them together.

Oh Will, all chaos and blood, with the vibrant electric hum of the fight frozen now in scabs and little raw spots on his face, but goddamn if he isn’t captivating. He’s— well, he’s Will, and whatever that might mean to him, to you it means blood on his teeth that he spits salty on your tongue; it means torn collars that half the time are from the way you grip at him.

And today it means August fucking Walker with his broad hands on your hips, holding you steady as he lowers you down onto Will’s cock. There you go, you pretty little thing. Take it in, take it all in. Is he big? Does he stretch you terribly? Good, that’s good. Go slow and feel him inch by inch. And there’s a lot of him, isn’t there; you’re slick as fuck and still it’s a struggle.

August is wildness transmuted; he is the link between the old guard and the new, careful and conniving til the moment violence rips through him like a hurricane. Do you remember the night he came slouching through the door with a bullet in his side? Do you remember how he met your gaze and in the cruel sharp cold of his eyes he reflected moon and blood and the last fading gurgle of whoever he’d last crushed beneath his boot? Do you remember how he fingered the wound just a little once the bullet had fallen rattling into the sink?

Yeah, you remember. And he knows that if he’d called you over, if he’d taken your hand in his and pressed your fingers to the wound, you’d have felt the beating burning heart of him. And that’s August. He’s Will in a decade, if Will lives that long— if he tempers all that rage and recklessness, if he takes it in his hands and makes a shining spear. He can do it, maybe. If he imagines all that anger running down his arm into his hand, if he balls it up and crushes it in his fist to forge something better. Brighter.

You think too much. Let us do the work. All you have to do is take it. And it’s August’s words in your ears but Will’s eyes on yours, Will’s cock thick and pulsing hot inside you. Will’s little cut over his lip, still tasting of the fight, Will’s eyes rolling back when August grips your hips and moves you just so. Look at that. Look how good you feel around him; he can barely stand it. But you’ll be good for me, won’t you, Will? You’ll keep it together because you might be Will’s filthy little thing but you both are under August’s sway; Will with the prickly two-steps-forward-and-one-step-back stray-cat approach, and you.

You filthy little thing.

You’d say you’re just here to get fucked, but that’s a bald-faced lie. And no matter what you do, the truth comes out in gasps, in sighs, in the way you’ll drag August’s arm across your ribs later, in the way your legs will tangle with Will’s. This is a strange and tentative thing, a precious thing; it’s not soft— how could it be— but in each man you see the shadow of the other. August with his fury leashed and channeled, Will with his wildness flecked with vulnerability.

Do you remember what Will said when they buried Papa Shaw? I don’t think I’ll see thirty. How am I supposed to lead when I’m so— and sure, the odds were stacked against him; Will was green as fuck and if Papa had his way, his firstborn son would be managing accounts somewhere far away and safe. But August saw the power vacuum forming; he whispered words to Sy who spoke to Will and thus the line of succession remained unbroken.

And that is August: he’s got power, sure, but really what he has in spades is influence. He’s been in this game a long time and before that he wormed his way through the cracks and crevices of the world, dealing death and pain and not one of his victims knew his name but they damned well knew what he was. Reaper, angel, terror— hammer. He was fear and he was hate and he grew tired. And now he’s here, playing a long game with rules only he understands; breath by breath he bends the world to what he needs.

Will’s face is hazed with pleasure but he can still gasp at the sight of August with his hand under your jaw, turning you toward him for a kiss that bruises and scrapes and sends fire roaring through your veins. He can still reach and find his fingers tangling with August’s; together they mark you with their fingerprints. They draw their map across your skin and in each landmark— each dip and swell, each shiver, each river of sweat— Will marks his path.

In a decade Will is going to turn your head with a hand gentle under your jaw and he will kiss you full of fire. He will carry pain and beauty and a thousand different scars; if he lives that long— and he must live that long— he will cradle his mug in broad hands and watch the sunrise. Perhaps you will be by his side.