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The Eye of the Hurricane [31] - Secrets

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Summary: Keeping secrets from business partners can lead to issues.

Word Count: 3300

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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Well if that didn’t prove your worth as a potential heir, you didn’t know what would.

For a couple of seconds, no one spoke. You could feel Bucky’s quizzical glances on you but you managed not to look at him or your father who was staring at you in shock.

Ian was the first to break the silence.

“Chicago?” he asked and scoffed. “I know you’re new to this whole thing and Bucky doesn’t share everything with you, but Chicago is impossible.”

You let a smirk curl your lips and turned to the rest of the table.

“A deal with Chicago would ensure—”

“We can’t get Chicago,” Ian cut you off and you arched a brow.

“You can’t,” you told him. “I can.”

“How?” Natasha asked and you shrugged your shoulders, leaning back in your chair.

“Rhett is an old friend.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the puzzled expression on Bucky’s face and as much as you wanted to explain it to him, you reminded yourself that it could wait. Steve pulled his brows together while Sam looked between you and Bucky, and Tony sat up straighter.

“You’re telling me you know the king of Chicago?”

“No Tony, I’m telling you the king of Chicago trusts me.”

“Why?”

“Because I made sure of that.”

“And you didn’t bother telling us about this?” Clint asked Bucky and that made you finally look at him. Bucky stared at you in silence, a fire burning in his eyes before he clenched his jaw and turned to Clint.

“Matter of trust I guess,” he said curtly, drumming his fingertips on the table and you could feel your stomach doing an unpleasant flip at the sight of carefully controlled fury on his face, then took a deep breath.

“The underworld in Chicago works a bit differently than here,” you said. “They never had the need to do business with any other cities and no, Rhett wouldn’t do business with any of you. Bucky knowing me or being married to me wouldn’t have changed anything either, Rhett will want to make a deal with someone he actually knows.”

“No,” your father spoke for the first time. “You’re not getting involved in this Y/N.”

“With all due respect father, your heir is obliged to listen to you,” you said and shot him a small smile. “I’m not.”

“But hold on,” Yelena asked. “How do you know him?”

You liked the night life in Chicago almost as much as in New York. While your and Becca’s surnames made sure you could get into any place in New York, it also meant that there was more of a chance of someone in the club letting your father or Becca’s father know you were there. More often than not, you’d run into Steve or Sam or Bucky—

No.

You weren’t going to think about Bucky.

Bucky was a fucking asshole.

“All I’m saying is that you broke up more than a year ago—” Isla shouted over the music as the bartender put your drinks in front of you. “And don’t get me wrong, Ethan is cute and all but he can’t keep giving you puppy dog eyes whenever you’re around.”

“He’s not,” you said, leaning back to the bar as you took a sip of your cocktail, keeping your gaze on your other friends who were still dancing on the dancefloor.

“Yes he is,” Isla said. “Even Bradley is aware of it.”

“Well Bradley was the one who introduced us,” you reminded her with a grin and she rolled her eyes.

“And I apologize for my boyfriend’s lack of foresight,” she said. “No seriously, you need to move on.”

“I did move on!”

“But you still feel guilty.”

“I don’t,” you argued as someone took the spot next to you by the bar and Isla repressed a grin, giving you a look. You turned your glances to the person to see him eyeing you up and down, and he smiled at you as soon as he realized you were looking at him.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m Tommy.”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself and he nodded.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“I already have a drink,” you stated with a grin, holding up your cocktail glass and he hummed.

“Ah,” he said. “I guess I can wait until you finish that one then?”

“So you’ll just watch me drink?”

“Sounds like a plan—” he started but was cut off when another guy walked through the crowd to nod at you, then mutter something into his ear. Tommy’s eyes widened and he put his beer bottle on the counter.

“Sorry,” he said without so much as a glance at you, then walked away from you.

“The fuck?” Isla muttered while you arched a brow, glaring at the guy.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Kyle. My boss wanted me to tell you that everything you ladies drink tonight is on the house.”

Isla blinked a couple of times. “What?”

“And he asks if you’d like to join him upstairs,” Kyle told you, making your eyes narrow in fury. “Your friends are welcome to join as well, of course.”

Ah.

Well, that explained things.

This whole nonsense of getting someone intimidated with a mere order was way too familiar to you, and you clicked your tongue while Isla shifted her weight.

“Um, Y/N maybe we should go somewhere else…”

“It’s fine,” you assured her. “I got it. Kyle, isn’t it?”

He nodded, stealing a look at the mezzanine where a couple of guys were having a conversation on. You couldn’t exactly make out the faces from the club lights, but if you had to guess, the guy who didn’t look interested in the conversation and was instead leaning on the rails and watching the crowd had to be Kyle’s boss.

“And your boss’s name?”

“Rhett Davis.”

The prince of Chicago.

Lovely.

“Great,” you said. “Well Kyle, why don’t you go and tell your boss that I don’t appreciate him interrupting my conversations and I’m not a fucking dog to go to him when he whistles, hm?”

Kyle gawked at you. “He’s—”

“I know who he is, our fathers are in the same line of business,” you told him, making his eyes widen.

“Y/N?” Isla said and you waved a hand in the air.

“Everything is alright, don’t worry.”

“Whose daughter are you?” Kyle asked and you gave him a smirk.

“I believe you have a message to deliver, Kyle. Run along now.”

Kyle hesitated only for a moment before walking away from you to climb the stairs and you turned to Isla.

“What was that?” she asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Long story,” you said as your friends called out your and Isla’s names, motioning at you to join them on the dancefloor. You let out a laugh, and shook your head.

“I think I’ll finish my drink, but you go ahead.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, go,” you said with a smile, pushing her gently and she walked to the dancefloor while you sucked on the straw of your cocktail. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to send a quick text to Becca, letting out a small laugh when you saw her response.

It was only when you lifted your head from your phone that you saw the bartender’s eyes widening before you felt someone step forward to take the spot beside you, making you look over your shoulder before you turned around.

The infamous prince of Chicago was hot, even you had to admit. He had to be only a couple years older than you; his disheveled curly hair giving him an air of nonchalance, and his blue eyes sparkling even under the club lights, reminding you of Bucky’s just a bit. There was a small smirk playing on his lips and when he motioned at the bartender for a drink, you could see the tattoos scattered along his muscular arms before you forced yourself to raise a brow at him, but that just made his smirk bigger.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he said calmly, then offered his hand. “I’m Rhett.”

You tilted your head, then shook his hand before introducing yourself as well and he pulled his brows together.

“The prettiest girl in the club is New York’s underworld princess,” he commented. “Figures.”

“And the cockiest guy in the club is Chicago’s underworld prince,” you said, your voice silky. “Shocker.”

That made him chuckle and he raised his hands, gesturing surrender. “I meant no disrespect.”

“Makes one of us.”

He looked genuinely entertained at your snappy retort as you finished your empty cocktail glass down and he motioned at the bartender for a refill which made him rush to prepare your drink as fast as he could. You raised your brows.

“I can order my own drinks, thank you.”

He hummed.

“Well, I can’t have you return to New York and tell your daddy Chicago was anything but nice to you.”

“And you want to be nice to me?”

“Depends,” he said, his unwavering gaze sending a fire your cheeks. “Do you want me to be nice to you?”

You could feel your heartbeat getting faster but you chastised yourself in your head, then scrunched up your nose.

“I don’t date or sleep with people in the business,” you told him as the bartender put your drink in front of you. “So you can go away now.”

Rhett’s amused smile widened. “Are you ordering me around in my own city, Y/N?”

A smirk curled your lips and you heaved a deep sigh.

“Someone has to,” you said. “Are you telling me you’re not good at following orders, Rhett?”

“I’m good at giving them.”

You pouted your lips, then took a sip of your drink.

“Well,” you said. “Turns out you and I have something in common then.”

“I went to college in Chicago,” you told Yelena. “We kind of ran into each other.”

Your father’s frown deepened. “And you didn’t think to mention that?”

“I didn’t think it was necessary,” you told him. “I met a lot of people in Chicago, Rhett just happens to be the most important one for business, that’s all.”

Bucky nodded to himself slowly, still keeping quiet as he fixed his gaze on the table, but you could see him clenching his jaw.

“And you’re confident that you can convince him to make a deal with New York?” Steve asked and you nodded.

“As long as we have a good offer.”

“I can show you the latest offer we made him,” Clint told you. “You can go over it so that you know what he refused the last time.”

“Yeah, that would be—” you started but was cut off when someone knocked on the door, then stepped inside. The bodyguard approached Natasha to mutter something to her ear, making her grit her teeth, then she pushed her chair back, Yelena jumping on her feet.

“Nat?” Steve asked and she took a deep breath.

“There’s been an attack on my territory,” she said curtly. “I must cut this short.”

“Of course,” your father said as everyone stood up as well, Clint already walking outside with Natasha and Steve and Sam going after them. Tony nodded at you before he walked away as well and you stole a look at Bucky who was walking to the door without so much as sparing you a glance but before you could say anything, you heard your father’s voice.

“Y/N, a word?”

“Um,” you blinked a couple of times. “Bucky—”

“See you at home,” he said, still not looking at you and he walked out of the room, making your stomach do an unpleasant flip.

“Leave us,” your father told Ian and even though he looked like he wanted to protest, he heaved a sigh and left the room as well. You sat back on your seat, drumming your fingertips on the table.

“Yes?”

“Was it you?”

You tilted your head. “Hm?”

“The first attack on the shipment,” he said, making your stomach drop. “Before the raid. Was it you?”

Fear surrounded you so fast that for a couple of seconds, you couldn’t hear anything because of the blood rushing in your ears, making your hearing muffled. The invisible fist around your throat was getting tighter and tighter but you forced yourself to keep your expression as calm as possible.

“Is that what we’re doing now?” you asked. “Blaming each other?”

“Was it you?”

“No!” you exclaimed, a hysterical laugh escaping from your lips. “Is that what Ian told you? What, he wants to kill me now, is that it?”

“No one is going to touch a hair on your head, I just want to know—”

“I would be killed if anyone suspected I broke the truce!”

“I will cover it if you did break the truce,” your father told you, making you pull back slightly.

“…What?”

“Do you seriously think I’d let anyone harm you?” he asked. “Are you that blind? You’re my daughter, I would start a war against all these families if they tried to do anything to you.”

“Truce is important—”

“Anyone who tries to harm you will meet their death,” he told you, looking you in the eye. “No exceptions.”

You swallowed thickly. “Even Ian?”

“Even Ian,” he said without hesitation, making you gawk at him. “Tell me the truth. Was it you?”

 You dug your fingernails into your palms and took a deep breath, then shook your head.

“No,” you rasped out. “But I’m not going to pretend I’m not happy that it happened.”

He held your gaze in his as if trying to see whether you were lying or not, then leaned back on his seat as well.

“And this Rhett deal?”

“We used to hang out when I was in Chicago,” you said. “Simple as that. I know how he operates, me knowing him wouldn’t have worked if you or Bucky or anyone else tried to make a deal with him. He will want someone in the business.”

“And you are in the business now?” he asked you and you clicked your tongue.

“I am.”

“I don’t like this.”

“I don’t like most of the decisions you make when it comes to business,” you retorted. “Especially recent ones, but here we are.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before a rare smile curled his lips and he let out a loud laugh.

“Never the one to shy away from honesty, are you?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Learned from the best.”

He reached out to squeeze your hand, making you smile as well.

“Wine?” he asked and you turned your glances to the door, biting inside your cheek before turning to him again.

“Bucky will be busy I guess,” you said. “Sure, wine works.”

                                        *

As you expected, when you returned home Bucky wasn’t there. In fact, he didn’t return home until early in the morning, and by that time guilt was already churning your insides. If it were him who pulled what you had in the meeting, convincing you to make him a part of the meeting only to reveal he had a different plan in mind, you would be furious as well so you understood why he hadn’t bothered coming home last night.

Didn’t mean you liked it though.

You tried not to get discouraged when he ignored your “good morning” and went straight upstairs to take a shower while you sat by the kitchen island, pushing your breakfast around, petting Alpine with your other hand. Being nervous wasn’t new to you but this was the first time you were sure that Bucky was actually pissed, and you didn’t know why it bothered you so much, but it did.

So when you heard him walking downstairs, you sat up straighter, doing your best to ignore the tension in the pit of your stomach.

“Buck?”

He only hummed, putting his cufflinks on and you licked your lips as Alpine jumped from the counter.

“Can we talk?”

“Now you want to talk?” he asked, still not looking at you and you bit at your fingernail.

“Yeah,” you said. “Listen, I know it looks like I went behind your back.”

“You did go behind my back,” he corrected you and you pushed yourself off the stool, clenching and unclenching your fists.

“I get that you’re upset,” you stated and he scoffed.

“No shit I’m upset,” he said. “All this time I thought we had a deal, that we were in this together but you…what, you just decided to keep me out?”

“What does it matter?” your voice was way too defensive and he stared at you.

“You can’t be that self-centered,” he said. “Right? No one can be that self-centered.”

“Bucky—”

“Newsflash Y/N, I’m supposed to be informed about your fucking strategy if I am a part of it!”

“You were informed about the strategy you were a part of,” you defended yourself and he gritted his teeth.

“And the rest?”

“I—you—” you stammered. “I have been planning this for a long time Bucky, I’m not going to just…”

“You’re not going to just trust me?”

You rubbed at your eyes, then took a deep breath.

“I need to prove myself to others,” you said, trying to keep your voice stable. “I need to make sure that everyone around that table prefers me to Ian—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Me having a direct connection to Rhett will ensure that,” you continued as if he didn’t cut you off. “And it will be good for business—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It will give a message—”

“Tell me why you didn’t!”

“Because you could take it from me!” you snapped back before you had the chance to stop yourself. “And it was my move, it was my strategy, it was my plan, okay? No one else’s!”

Pain flashed over his handsome features and he stared at you as silence fell upon the room. You closed your eyes for a moment, reminding yourself to be calm despite the tension clenching your muscles together and opened them again, clenching and unclenching your fists to focus.

“I didn’t—” you stammered. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

He was quiet for a couple of seconds before he took a deep breath.

“Nothing I do makes a difference to you, does it?” he asked, his voice low. “No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to prove to you that I…”

You tried to fix your breathing. “You what?”

A dry laugh climbed up his throat and he shook his head. “Never mind.”

You could feel your eyes burning but you tried to focus as he ran a hand through his hair, then clenched his jaw as if trying to pull himself together.

“You’ll make a great boss,” he rasped out and your head shot up, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards.

“…Thank you.”

A painful smile pulled at his lips. “It wasn’t a compliment.”

Your brows pinched together in confusion and he shook his head slightly, grabbing his jacket off the hanger.

“You’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met in my entire life,” he told you. “And there’s no one you wouldn’t waste just to get what you want. You’ll be the best among us, I’d say.”

An ache appeared in your chest. “Bucky, can we please—”

“You wanted to be business partners?” he asked as he put his jacket on, his piercing gaze pining you to your spot. “Fine. But don’t fucking come crying to me when I treat you like one.”

With that, he slammed the door behind him, leaving you there frozen.

Chapter 32

[steinfellds]

The Greetings

Pairing: Mobboss!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: After viewing numerous pets without finding any that sparked their interest, Natasha finally encounters you — an untrained mutt.

Contents: Dark themes, human trafficking, heavy pet play, face slapping, gagging, gun threats, throat-fucking, death threats, mentions of torture, suggestions of abuse, bruising, being kept in kennels.

a/n: this is the first part of the series :3 this series may or may not be abandoned but we'll see how long my motivation lasts for.

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The loud footsteps that echoed around the hallway made you shove yourself into the corner of your kennel. You were used to hearing loud footsteps, but these ones were unfamiliar, and that scared you.

“Please, Ms. Romanoff. These ones are untrained, let me show you to our next holding section,” The desperate pleas of your seller only increased your fear.

The footsteps came to a halt.

“I thought I made myself clear. We are looking for something very specific, and we do not care for how untrained it is. Do you understand me, or will I have to repeat myself for a third time?”

The voice was of a woman. Her tone was clipped and full of irritation.

“Yes, I understand. Apologises,”

You heard the familiar noise of a kennel being unlocked and the woman’s quiet remarks. You assumed she didn’t want that pet as she let out a huff before the loud slam of the cage door.

She checked many other pets, gaining the same reaction as the last. It wasn’t until she stepped in front of your kennel that you could finally get a good look at her.

You could tell by her appearance that she was rich and important. She wore a dark black suit and her hair sat neatly above her shoulders. There was so much confidence and power radiating off her. Your seller looked like a puny piece of meat standing next to her.

Your kennel was unlocked, and the woman stepped inside. You shoved your naked body further into the corner.

The woman crouched in front of you, slowly checking you over. She grabbed onto your arm, running her fingers over your dark bruises. She pushed down slightly, making you cry out in discomfort. She smiled at that.

Her fingers tapped your chin, “Open,”

Your eyes narrowed at her request and your jaw stayed in place.

She didn’t like that. She gripped painfully tight on your chin, “Open your mouth,”

You complied with a small grumble.

She checked over your teeth, making sure everything was healthy – which it was. She surprised you when she shoved two fingers down your throat, immediately making you recoil and gag.

“Relax your throat,” She instructed, throat-fucking you.

Tears filled your eyes, and you shake your head, still trying to pull away from her. Her spare hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, keeping you in place. After a few seconds, she pulled away, and you gasped for air.

“Has this one had any training?” She questioned your seller, wiping her wet fingers on your thighs.

“She’s had some, but she isn’t very receptive to it.” He explained, “She normally bites and scratches. I’m surprised that she hasn’t done that to you,”

The woman hummed and pulled out her phone, opening to her camera. Her finger hooked around your chin, tilting your head towards to the camera and snapping a photo. You shifted uncomfortably.

Her phone immediately pinged with notifications.

“We’ll take her,” The woman stood and turned towards your seller, slipping her phone into her pocket.

His face was full of shock, obviously not expecting her to settle on you.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Are you questioning my ability to make decisions?” She snapped.

He shook his head, “Of course not! I’ll get her ready for you,”

You cowered at those words. You didn’t want to be alone with him, not after last time. The woman didn’t seem to notice, but your seller did.

The woman nodded and left.

Your sellers face turned sour, and he glared at you. He pulled out a collar and a lead, wrapping the collar around your neck and clipping the lead.

“You made me look like an idiot in front of her. Do you even know who she is?” He hisses, “Natasha fucking Romanoff, the most powerful mob boss in the city. God, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s just buying you to torture you and eventually kill you. I hope that happens, bitch.”

Before you can stop yourself, your mouth wrapped around his hand, and you bit down. Hard. His hand immediately met your cheek, forcing you to drop his hand and pull away.

A scorching pain spread across your cheek. You tried to control your tears, but it was hopeless. Tears fell and you sniffled loudly.

He raised his hand, ready to deliver another hit “Stupid-“

The feeling of a gun being shoved against his head and the sound of the safety being turned off made him freeze.

Natasha stood behind him with a gun pointed at his head and a terrifying glare painted on her face. She grabbed him by his shirt collar and tossed him into the wall. He let out a grunt and stared at her with fearful eyes.

“Touch my property again and I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” She harshly dug the tip of her gun into his temple, “Or worse, Wanda will, and I’m sure you know how violent my wife can be.”

Even with her anger not directed at you, it still scared you. The last thing you wanted was to be on the receiving end of it. The mention of the new name made you curious. Did Natasha send that picture of you to Wanda? Why didn’t Wanda come in with Natasha?

“I-I’m so sorry, Ms. Romanoff.” He spluttered.

He glanced over at you, and you had enough time to poke your tongue out before Natasha pulled his gaze back to her.

“Don’t look at her,” She commanded.

You swore you heard him whimper from fear.

“Now, get the hell out of here before I change my mind and kill you,”

He quickly nodded and ran off.

Natasha crouched in front of you, running her thumb over your sore cheek. It was going to leave a bruise.

Natasha stood, picked your leash from the floor, and tugged on it. You didn’t want to keep her waiting, so you obediently crawled toward her.

You kept your head low as you exited the store, the words of your seller replaying in your mind. You didn't want to be tortured or die. You were scared.

That's when you decided that you weren't going to let that happen to you. Somehow, you were going to escape. If only you knew what a mistake that would be.

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[succumbtothenightmare]

Envy-one shot

Pairings: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1119

Warnings: angst, swearing, drug/drinking references, fluff, and a bit of implied smut.

Summary: There's a new bartender at Bucky's club which almost spells disaster for reader and Bucky's relationship.

Authors Note: Someone requested this like over a month ago and I'm finally finding a few minutes to write something up, so whoever requested it I hope you like it! Sorry for yet again making Natasha the bad guy.

The music was loud, echoing off of the brick walls of the club as I maneuvered my tiny frame through the sea of bodies that were pressed against one another. It was a typical Saturday night, everyone in Brooklyn had shown up for either drinking their sorrows away or hoping to get a glimpse of him knowing that he would be the answer to whatever problems they needed help with. I knew that it was a long shot because he rarely was seen out on the main floor of his club. He strictly stayed in the back, watching everything from afar. 

“Hey, Y.N. Where’s Barnes?” 

I came to a halt while crossing my arms over my chest and raised a brow at the man that sat in the usual stool. 

“Tony Stark. I thought you said that your standards were too high for Buchanans?” I reminded him. 

Tony shrugged while taking a large swig of his beer. “Your boyfriend has a great place, what can I say?” 

“Fiancé,” I corrected him. 

The large diamond from my ring shined bright underneath the lights that were being projected from the DJ booth. 

“So,” Tony set the beer on the bar behind him. “Can I get a few minutes to sit with him? I’ve got a great business idea that would be perfect for his mob group. 

I shook my head. “Bucky doesn’t like walk-ins. Call Sam to make an appointment.” 

Ignoring his protest, I walked to the other end of the bar and gave a small smile to the new bartender who looked a bit flustered. I knew that anyone's first night at a new job would be nerve wrecking especially here at Buchanan’s. It was known as THE hot spot in Brooklyn, everyone wanted to come here but spent the majority of the night waiting in line, hoping it would be their moment. There was a very strict guest list here and Bucky would never deter from it.

“Hey, can I get Mr. Barnes drink please?” I gave her another smile. 

The bartender, Natasha, raised a brow at me while halting making the current drink. 

“I didn’t receive Bucky’s order,” she said with a hint of attitude. 

I bit the inside of my cheek to do my best to keep my own attitude at bay. 

“Mr. Barnes,” I corrected her. 

There were only a select few that could call him Bucky; me and Steve. 

Natasha rolled her eyes before popping open a beer bottle and sliding it over to me. 

“$7,” she said flatly as I was about to walk away. 

I scoffed. “Put it on his tab.” 

“I was told that whoever picks up Mr. Barnes drink needs to pay,” Natahsa stressed out his name. 

“This isn’t worth it,” I mumbled to myself and went to walk away yet again. 

It was when I felt her hand on my wrist that I stared at it with pure anger flashing in my eyes.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I seethed and yanked my hand away. 

Nataha’s eyes sliced into me. “Who do you think you are that you can walk away without paying?” 

I held up my left hand, the large diamond glimmering in her eyes. “I’ll let this one-time slide but if you question who I am or touch me again, I’ll make sure you never work anywhere in Brooklyn again.” 

There was a small group of people staring at us, wondering if a fight was about to break out, but there were a certain set of eyes that I felt burning at the back of my head that made my entire body tingle. 

I peeked over my shoulder and saw Bucky leaning into our booth, the sight of him being seen out for the first time in a while. No doubt he received word about my and Natasha’s exchange of words. And with the way his eyes dropped away from me, a deep breath falling from his lips I knew that he was disappointed. 

With a snap decision to drop this conversation, I turned my back to Natasha and made my way towards Bucky. 

“Don’t even say it,” I warned while sitting next to him. 

Bucky sighed. “How many bartenders are we going to have to rehire because of you?” 

I snorted a laugh. “Maybe if they learned their place then I wouldn’t have to show it to them.” 

The fast-paced beats of the music pounded hard against my chest as I leaned deeper into the cloth booth, the heat radiating off of him. With his arm wrapped around me, I stared up at the soft features of his face, the freshly buzzed haircut of his suiting him just right. 

I pressed my lips onto his, Bucky’s tongue not wasting any time in exploring every crevice of my mouth. My moan was muffled by him as his fingers slid underneath my skirt and ghosted over the slit between my legs. 

“So wet for me already, doll,” Bucky groaned while burying his face into the crook of my neck. 

Our actions went unbothered by anyone in the club, they all were too busy with drinking or snorting whatever drug had been smuggled inside.

“Excuse me, Bucky?” 

Rage boiled when I heard her scratchy voice and Bucky reluctantly pulled away, eyes landing on Natasha who was leaning on the table in front of us. Her breasts were exposed by her low-cut shirt. 

“It’s Mr. Barnes.” 

I chuckled silently at him correcting her. 

She mocked sorrow by nodding. “I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes. But there’s someone at the bar asking for you.”  

We noticed Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers leaning up against the bar which only meant one thing; Bucky was needed somewhere pronto. 

“I could walk you over there if you’d like,” Natasha said. “I know how crazy it can get in here when people see you.” 

Bucky ignored her and placed a deep, loving kiss upon my lips. “Don’t wait up for me, Y/N.” 

I scratched at the back of his neck, his sweet spot, and saw his eyes flutter shut at my touch. 

“We both know that I always do,” I said. 

“Mr. Barnes?” Natasha tried again while pushing her breast together. “Would you like me to walk you over there?” 

The low rumble of annoyance in his chest was only heard by me as Bucky stood from our booth. “Get back to the bar, Romanoff and don’t leave unless I say it’s alright.” 

With her tail tucked between her legs, she scurried back to the bar. 

Bucky went to walk away but I linked my fingers with his vibranium ones. “Be careful.” 

With a few peppered kisses over my palm, he nodded. “Always, doll.”

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Key Words

MobBoss!Natasha x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, dub con, daddy kink, dom!Nat, implied age gap, dumbification, orgasm denial

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors!

Word count: 1.2k

Authors note: Part 2 of Yes miss Romanoff coming soon I promise ;)

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The Room I was held captive in was cold and wet, you could hear water dripping down somewhere in it. My vision was completely blacked out due to the blindfold that was placed over my eyes. I couldn't scream the piece of fabric in my mouth was preventing me from doing it. My arms started to hurt by how long they've been tied behind my back. Even my legs were bound to the legs of the chair. Leaving me completely spread open, at my kidnapper’s mercy. I knew I was here because of my father he had a lot of enemies. Maybe I was held here to get money for him, at least that's what I hoped for.

The painful quietness was interrupted by a door swinging open followed by loud footsteps and a few comments in Russian. I wanted to scream and cry I was just that scared. The men around me were suddenly quiet all by a feminine voice. "Silence, I want to talk to our little guest here" I could hear her grin in her voice. She stepped closer to me lifting my blind fold her piercing green eyes gazing coldly in my watery ones. She revealed herself to me letting me see her beauty. She looked older, not old but older maybe 40 but no day older. I was mesmerised by her beauty. She gently caressed my cheek whipping the single tear that from my eye.

"Hey hey, look at me I'm Natasha don't be afraid Мой маленький зайчик" I wanted to believe her I truly did however when I saw all the torture devices around the room my last hope faded to get out of there alive. "Now let's get to business shall we" She walked behind me placing her warm hands on my cold shoulders sending shivers down my spine. "You have something I want, зайчик" she whispered in my ear "That being the location of the hard drive" She takes the piece of fabric out my mouth.

"I- I don't know what you m-mean" I said between sobs. Her hands tightened around my shoulders make me hiss in pain. "Don't play dumb now принцесса. I know that you hid it" She signalled her men to leave to room leaving us completely alone. "Normally I would have beat up and tortured by now" She signed stroking trough her red hair "But you are way too cute for me to hurt so I've come up with an better solution" she came closer to me again purposely swinging her hips "I'll give you some much pleasure that you will do anything for your daddy" she whispered in my ear making me release a strangled groan "The best part you would probably even enjoy it, slut" She forcefully kissed me while holding my head in place.

She bit my lip hard enough to draw blood making me hiss before liking over the wound growing at the taste. Natasha’s kisses trail down my neck biting and sucking dark purple marks on my abused skin. I tried to keep it together I really did but it was just too pleasurable. I try to not give her the satisfaction of hearing my moans but when she groped my breaths with her strong hands, I couldn't help it. I licked over my sweet skin tasting me before ripping my blouse followed by her cutting my bra off making it fall the ground.

"You are such a beautiful angle" she said while looking at my exposed boobs and harden nipples. "To bad I'll have to ruin you" her words make me let out a whorish moan. She smirked seemingly satisfied with my answer before kissing my chest. Taking one nibble in her mouth while playing with the other. I thew by head back my body arching in her touch I swear I could cum from this alone. "Daddy please" if I would be honest, I didn't know what I was begging for. She chuckled before biting down on my nibble "You like this right?" I didn't answer being distracted by crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure earning me a slap from her "Answer me you slut or are you too stupid to do that too?"

"I like it daddy please I need you" I cry out in neediness my brain foggy from the pleasure I was gifted for her. "Already so dumb for her daddy nothing but Daddy's little fucktoy right?" I nodded hysterically she seemed pleased with my answer moving to the next nibble. I could already feel how my slick was puddling under me. This was worse than normal torture I was so frustrated by her I didn't know what to do but moan like a bitch in heat. She finally trailed her kisses down my body slicing my skirt and panties from my body, but I didn't care I just wanted my long-awaited pleasure.

She gently almost loving kissed my pubic bone before Natasha untied my legs before grabbing a small device from the table next to her placing it on my clit before I could register what happened she forcefully closed my legs quickly tying my legs together. Slowly I started to register what happened, she pulled out her phone and the device came to live. That Bitch using a bullet vibrator I thought whimpering as the pleasure increased. "Do you like my little helper зайчик“ She smirked sitting down in front of me. I shook my head making her let out a laugh. I was close to cuming already she could clearly see it. Natasha saw that too by the way my thighs twitched. She quickly turned the vibrator down ruining my orgasm. "Only obedient girl get to cum зайчик. So do you want to tell me something or are you too dumbed down?" I couldn't betray my family that easily, so I shook my head.

"It's been an hour" she announced looking at me without mercy "I wouldn't have thought you would manage to be so stubborn" I looked at her with a pleading look as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Don't look at me you know what you have to do to cum" She had ruined me, yet another orgasm and I couldn't take it any longer "2247 Hoffman Avenue" I say between sobs "please let me cum" She turned the vibrator up again letting me realise shortly after. She had settled between my legs again cutting the rope and taking away the torture device. I took deep breaths trying to regain my mind, but everything was so foggy there was only her, Natasha nothing else.

Just as I thought everything was over, she dived in my pussy again taking bold licks over my pussy. Eating like it's her last meal. She kisses my abused clit before gently biting down making me scream out in pleasure. It only took a few months before I came again with a moan of her name. She fully freed me, helping me stand upright. I could only stand with her strong arms around me "You are mine now do you understand Y/N?" She whispered in my ear before placing her drench coat around me hiding my lack of clothing from the world "I understand Natty."

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Different Kind of Love || Part VI

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Dark Themes | Language Warning |Mentions of Sexual Assault | Violence | Kidnapping | DARK! Natasha | Mentions of Blood | 2.1K | 

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

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Dylan cried in the arms of the neighbour when Natasha came running into your apartment with worry. "Aunt Natty" he reached for Natasha who protectively took him into her arms. "What happened?" Nat asked the neighbor, "I'm not sure. I heard some commotion and thought it was the couple 4 doors down, they fight all the time but after a while I heard this little one crying and when I came out to make sure everything was okay, he was just standing there in tears, he won't say what happened" the older women explained. 

"Dyl?" Nat rubbed his back in hopes to calm him, "What happened honey? Where's your mommy?" she asked as she sat down on the sofa with Dylan clinging tightly to her, "I want mommy" his tears rolling off his cheek and onto Natasha's shoulder. "I know buddy, how about we go find her?" Nat suggested trying to get the little boy to give her an answer if he had seen anything. "Should I call the police?" The woman asked, "no, it's okay, I'm sure things are fine" Nat smiled softly. 

"Man took mommy" Dylan sat back in Natasha's lap looking at her with red puff eyes, "what man?" Nat wiped his tears gently, "tall man, he said he will take me but mommy said no and he took her" he explained as more tears filled his eyes, "I want mommy" he added crashing back into Natasha's arms. 

"I might call the police" the neighbor suggests but Natasha shook her head, "it's okay, I'm a lawyer and it sounds like somebody's f-a-t-h-e-r came by" Natasha explained, a lie but enough to keep the woman from informing the police. "Oh, right. Is there anything I can do?" she asked, "It's okay but thank you for being here for him" Nat smiled softly before Natasha took Dylan into his room, "let's pack you some things to take to my house, do you remember the pool?" she asked while Dylan hugged her tightly, he nodded, "I promise we'll find mommy, okay?" She looked into his blue eyes, Dylan couldn't see it but Natasha was fuming.

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"You!" Natasha stormed into the room where Kane was being held, "Woah there boss!" Bucky moved aside seeing the steam coming from her ears, "Where is she?! And don't you dare fucking lie to me!" She pulled Kane closer to her by the collar of his shirt, "I don't fucking know! You've had me fucking chained to this chair all afternoon!" Kane spat. 

"Bucky, your gun! Now!" the redhead demanded without taking her eyes off Kane. "You're going to kill me over some stupid woman who lies?!" Bucky handed Natasha his pistol before she pointed it directly between Kane's eyes. 

"Where is she?! Who took her?! I know you had something to do with it!" 

"I told you; I don't fucking know! Maybe she took off with my son again" 

"I'm so fucking tired of your voice!" Nat shot a bullet into Kane's right foot, "FUCK!" He screamed in pain as Natasha walked behind him, pulling him back by his hair and getting close to his left ear. "I don't care what happens to you, do you understand me? I had plans to have you dead before sunlight but since you want to play a game of cat and mouse, I'm going to make this very hard for you. Tell me who cut you free, I have a gut feeling they might have Y/n. If you tell me that you don't know once more, I'm going to start by cutting off each one of your fingers then I'll move to your toes before my pal Bucky over there starts pulling your teeth out one by one! So, I suggest you start telling me what I need to know" 

"Do your worst! I'm not telling you shit until I see my son!" 

"Your son?" Natasha chuckled as she harshly pushed Kane's chair back on all 4 legs, "Do we still have that shaw we used on that fat bimbo that wouldn't stop squirming like a headless chicken?" she turned to Bucky who nodded, "oh man, you're fucked" Bucky chuckled as he looked at Kane before grabbing the shaw from the other room. 

"Dylan isn't your son, not a single part of him has your blood in his veins and you can keep telling yourself he's yours as much as you like but that boy, that beautiful little boy will never see you or even hear a word about you after I'm done" Natasha took the shaw from Bucky and asked him to leave the room. "I can't wait to pull you apart" she smirked as she walked over to Kane who clenched his jaw to prepare himself for what was to come. 

Kane's index finger on his left hand was the first to be dropped carelessly at his feet, the room was music to Natasha's hears as Kane begged her to stop and uselessly squirmed in hopes of somehow freeing himself from the chains. He knew then that he'd gotten himself into a dangerous game and only Natasha could make the rules. 

"You're not so tough now, are we?" Natasha smirked as she wiped Kane's splattered blood from her hands. Kane's eyes were glued to his finger that laid at his feet, "You're fucking crazy!" he spat before looking up at Natasha. "Why? Because I cut your fucking finger off? I gave you a chance, more than one actually, to tell me where Y/n was and who let you free and you said no. So, wouldn't that make you the crazy one?" She waved the shaw in her right hand as she circled around him. 

"I told you; I don't know where she is!"

"Then let's go back to the other question!" Natasha grabbed his next finger, "who cut you free?" she asked looking him in the eyes. "You're going to have to do a lot worse then cut some fucking fingers off you crazy bitch!" spit from his lips landed on Natasha's cheek as she chuckled at his words. "Alright then" she replied before pulling Bucky's gun from behind her and letting another bullet off, this time into his thigh. 

"Fuck!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Oh, I should probably remind you that nobody can here you down here" Natasha placed the gun on the steel table to the right, "Now, are you going to tell me who cut you free or will I get the pleasures of shooting you in the nuts because that, that would be such a joy for me" 

"Why are you doing this?!! All I wanted was to be in Dylan's life!" Natasha smiled softly when she saw the tears streaming down his cheek. "Why? You want to know why I'm doing this?" She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Kane. 

"Because this is my city, and you fucked up. 5 years ago when you carelessly assaulted my friend and tried to tell everybody she consented to it, do you remember that? Do you remember spiking her drink?" Natasha lent back waiting for an answer, "I asked you a fucking question"

"Y-yes! Okay! Yes!" Kane admitted as he looked up at Natasha, "I did it okay, I fucked up! But I'm sorry and I don't want to hurt her or Dylan! He's my kid, just want him to know his dad!"

"Don't worry about that, Dylan will know exactly what you are" Natasha informed the bleeding man, "Yeah, the crap y/n and you will tell him" Kane muttered. "Crap? No, when Dylan is older and starts asking questions about you, he will know exactly what you did. That you sexually assaulted his mother, that you stalked them for the first 5 years of his life, that you had his mother kidnapped. He'll know everything, I promise you that" Natasha explained looking directly into Kane's eyes. 

"And what about you huh? What are you going to tell him about you?!" 

"Boss, sorry to interrupt but Kane's phone won't stop calling" Bucky entered the room before Natasha could reply, "it's an unknown number" he added. Kane's jaw clenched telling Natasha everything she needed, "give me the phone" she said, her eyes watching every movement on Kane's body. "13 missed calls, somebody seems popular" Nat looked down at the screen after taking it from Bucky, "I'm going to answer the next call and you're going to talk normal; can you do that?" she asked Kane.

"What's the point?! You're going to kill me either way, aren't you!" Kane spat causing Natasha to roll her eyes and sigh, "if you fuck this up, yes" Her reply was cold but honest. The phone started vibrating before Kane could say another word, Nat answered and placed it on loudspeaker before looking up at Kane once more. 

"Yo, Kane! What the fuck man? I've been calling!"

"Y-yea, uh, sorry, had no cell service" Kane replied while looking at his phone in Natasha's hand. 

"Fuck man, I got worried that Natasha got to you again" Matt chuckled, "anyway, I have Y/n and before you start, she's fine" he added. Natasha raised a brow at Kane as he threw his head back knowing, "Thanks dude, I'll be there in like 25 minutes, I've just gotta do some stuff first" he replied with his eyes closed. 

"Copy that, see you soon!" Matt spoke before Natasha hung up the call and threw Kane's phone harshly against the wall. "I hope you traced that call Bucky" Nat looked over her shoulder, "You sound like you have little faith in me" he said with a nod, "as for you, I'll be back" Natasha winked at Kane as she stood from the chair. 

"You can't leave me here like this! I'm going to bleed out!" 

"I tell you what" she turned to him, "when I get back and Y/n is safe, I'll make sure to bring my good friend who is a doctor. We'll remove the bullets and patch you up, maybe even give you a lollipop if you're a good boy, how does that sound?" she chuckled giving him false hope. "You're sick!" he spat, "maybe, but I'm not the one chained to a steel chair with a missing finger and two bullets in me. Sit tight, I'll be back" she spoke as she made her way over to the door. 

"Do you want me to come with you or have you got this?" Bucky asked as he closed the door behind Natasha, "you need to go back to my place and watch Dylan, flash your little police badge at him and talk to him about fire trucks and whatever he likes. He's going to ask for his mother, just tell him aunt Natty is bringing her home" she explained while the two walked through Natasha's bunker. 

"Really? You're putting me on kid duty? Come on" 

"Hey, I need somebody who's a good shot and knows how to make as little noise as possible. If anybody comes for that boy, you do what you have to. I've got the maid watching him at the moment, send her home. I won't be long" Natasha ignored Bucky's annoyed look as she grabbed her favorite pistol and took a photo of Bucky's laptop of the location of Matt's call. "You're going a lot for these two, are you sure it's worth it?" Bucky questioned. 

"Just wait until you meet him, you'll understand"

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Bucky watched as Dylan played with his toys on the living room floor of Natasha's condo, in his own little world but sad as Bucky could see the dried stream on his cheeks where his tears once were. "Hey little dude, I'm James but you can call me Bucky" he smiled softly before sitting on the sofa as Dylan looked up at him, "Mommy said not to talk strangers" he spoke softly while he still moved his fire truck back and forth on the rug. 

"I'm a friend of Na, I mean, I'm a friend of your aunt Nat" 

"You are? Where is aunt Natty?" Dylan asked looking up at Bucky with his big blue eyes that were tried and scared, "She's picking up your mum" Dylan smiled almost instantly, "She found mommy?" Bucky nodded and smiled as the young boy's eyes lit up. "What's your name little man?" Bucky asked, "Dylan, but you can call my Dyl, that's what mommy calls me sometimes" Dylan's tone changed, and Bucky could tell how eager he was to see his mother again. 

"Do you want to play with me? It's no fun playing by myself" Dylan asked as he offered Bucky one of his fire trucks. "Sure, little dude" Bucky smiled and kindly took the toy from Dylan before sitting on the floor with him, "that's my favourite truck! It can go really really fast and the doors open, look!" Dylan boosted, no longer worried for his mother's whereabouts.

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Catch Me If You Can - Part 3

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Summary - Plans don’t always work out how you expect. Especially when peoples pasts start to rear their ugly heads.

Warnings - Language, brief mention adult themes, other than that nothing. Please let me know if I’ve missed anything though.

Authors notes - sorry this has taken so long! Been super busy but hope this makes up for it.

Word count - 1.6k

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“So what’s your plan?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’m getting annoyed with Natasha for leaving me hanging for so long. I’m not a fan of being ignored”

“You want to get her attention then I take it?”

“I want more than her attention, Steve. I want her. The only reason I’m fucking around with her business is to make her realise im worth giving the time of day”

“Right, so you’re doing all this to get into her pants?”

“What sort of person do you think I am? I’ve done a lot of thinking about this and I've come to the conclusion she and I would be good business partners. Just think about it, two female gang leaders coming together to join forces. We would be unstoppable. The getting in her pants part would be an added bonus”

“Maybe so, but it doesn’t sound like a good idea if you ask me”

“I’m not asking but I have a sneaking suspicion you’re going to enlighten me anyway”

“More money, more men, more enemies. That’s what will happen if you join forces. You might be alright on the financial side of everything, but when her enemies get wind of what’s going on, they’ll come after you as well”

“That’s a risk that I’m willing to take. I can’t just live the bachelorette's life forever, it’s getting exhausting being with a new woman every week, I need stability. And that’s what I’ll get with Natasha. Both with my professional and personal life. Now get the rest of your team in here so we can discuss some potential plans”.

You and Steve had been friends for a while. Well friends were putting it loosely. You paid him and his team to do a job and he executed it without question. So if that classifies you as friends, then so be it.

Steve and you met a few years back when he let you and your team use his safe house just outside the city. Word had gotten out about you having plans to shut down an arms deal. He was an old friend of Bucky’s so he was quick to offer you a safe place to stay whilst things settled down.

You stayed hidden for so long that the leader of the gang decided to spend most of his money trying to find and kill you, running his business to the ground. You ended up stopping the deal anyway when he ran out of resources. Said gang leader was now six feet under. Funny how life works.

It was when you were laying low that you realised Steve and his guys could be of some benefit to you, so you struck up a deal. They do a job. They get paid. They keep their mouths shut. It’s been a match made in heaven so far.

It had been a couple of hours since you all had retreated to your business suite. Most of you were sitting at the computers lined up against the wall, scouring every corner of the internet to find something that could be of use. You almost called it a day until Clint found the jackpot.

“Hey boss, looks like I’ve got something here”

“Alright, we’ve got nothing else so hit me”

“I was tracking the location history of one of Natasha’s newest, Peter Parker, and it looks like he goes to the same spot every Wednesday for a good couple of hours”

“Okay so why is this a lead, what if he’s just visiting someone?”

“Well I’d be very concerned if he was paying a friend a visit in an old abandoned orphanage outside of town. I thought it was a little dodgy so I cross referenced this with the sightings of out of town gangs entering the city, and they seem to match up. Looks like Natasha is having to get her business from elsewhere now you’ve taken her biggest client”

“And that’s they call you Hawkeye, you never miss a fucking thing”

“So what does this mean?” Piped up Bucky from the other side of the room.

“It means that Parker just gave away the location of their business exchanges. Rookie doesn’t even know how to turn off the location on his phone. So we'll just have to join the party, I take it the next meeting is tomorrow then?”

Clint turned back around to look at his screen, “yep, if they keep to their schedule, which knowing the track record, they do”

“Lovely, let’s take a quick break and then we can get this show on the road. Buck, start packing the cars”.

You all came to the conclusion that it would be best to get to the orphanage early. Predominately to scope out the area beforehand so you could get the best vantage point if something was to go wrong.

Clint would take the roof, his Hawkeye title wasn’t just saved for when he was sat in front of a computer. He was a perfect shot with more or less every firearm.

Wanda, the only other female to be involved in this operation, will be by your side when you and Natasha finally meet. Her talent for mental manipulation was astounding. The way she made her enemies relent with just a look was something to be proud of.

Bucky and Steve will be the muscle. Guarding the main entrance and exit to the building where the meeting will take place. Not like you weren’t capable of defending yourself, but you didn’t know who else might show up to the surprise party.

And finally Sam. He’s in charge of the drones, meaning he will have a bird’s eye view of the estate. Better to be safe than to be sorry when Natasha Romanoff was involved.

“Boss, sight on four SUVs coming down the road, looks like it’s them” Sam said over the comms.

“Alright, everyone’s already in position so we just have to stay put”. You decided to situate yourself and Wanda in the large foyer of the building. There was no point in making her search for you. You couldn’t change first impressions and Natasha didn’t seem like the one for games.

The floor of the foyer was covered in dust, apart from the odd scuffs of past footsteps. The place smelt stale, and mold littered the walls. A decent place for business transactions because no one on god's green Earth would dare come here for anything else.

“Well this place is lovely” Wanda stated sarcastically behind you. You chuckled at how her Sokovian accent was stronger when she was offended by something.

“Ah don’t be rude Wanda, this could be ours at some point. Do you not see the potential?”

“Not really no”

There was a few minutes of silence before you heard the gravel crunch under the tyres. Anticipation creeped through your body at the prospect of seeing Natasha in person. You knew that if you could get her face to face then she would see the potential you two had.

“Bad news Y/N, it’s not Natasha”

“It’s probably one of her clients so I’m not worried, she’ll be here soon. Stay in your positions”

The creak of the door to the orphanage let you know whoever it was had entered the building. Your hairs stood on end as the shuffle of footsteps came close. Beside you, Wanda was fidgeting, which wouldn’t be so bad if you knew she never felt uncomfortable in these situations.

Something wasn’t right.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” a voice echoed through the room. “You’re not Natasha”

“Very observant, I’m glad she’s doing business with someone that has more than one brain cell”

“Ah, and you’re a feisty one. I can see why she works with you. And who is this little minx here?” He aimed his question at Wanda this time.

”Don’t speak to her, I'm the one in charge. Anyway I don’t work with Natasha, not yet. But that’s going to change”

“Very interesting, so you don’t know she owes me a lot of money?”

“Why would I know that?”

“Because you seem to know a lot about the goings on in this city. You came here tonight didn’t you? So you had to have figured it out somehow”

The crackle of your comms sounded in your ears. “Boss this doesn’t look good, there’s more cars coming” Bucky’s voice sounded worried.

“I have my ways, I’m good at what I do”

“Oh I know you are. You don’t think I don’t know you,Y/N? Because I know you very well in fact. I know you’ve got your men around this place, keeping an eye out”

“That doesn’t mean you know me, surely you can’t be stupid enough to think it’s just us two here”

“I'm good at what I do as well, it’s how I know that it was you who stole my money from me?”

“Wanda, I think it’s time you left” you told her, not wanting her to get caught in the crossfire.

“I’m not leaving you here alone boss” the worry in her voice was evident.

“I’d listen to her sweetheart. This is no place for a little flower like you”. You looked at her and nodded. With that, she scurried out towards the back of the building, knowing full well the others had heard this conversation and one of them would grab her when she emerged.

“Who are you?” You asked when you heard the door shut in the distance. “Or am I going to have to figure that out myself?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. But for now, your time has run out. Take her away”

Before you even had the chance to defend yourself, your earpiece was removed and you were plunged into darkness. A burlap sack pulled over your head.

“Get her out, quickly, before her men have chance to intervene”

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Strip That Down For Me - Chapter 1

Summary: Bang, bang, and bye

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, violence and death. Mentions of guns and a dead body. Language

Author’s note: So, the first chapter is out! Somebody here doesn’t play around and you’ll be able to see it in a quick moment. We hope this chapter will make you interested and leave you all wanting more.

Word count: 3.1k

The sound of rain hitting the ground was the only sound that could be heard on this late night. Occasionally joined by the sound of thunder.

Sometimes a blink could be seen in the sky through all the rain. Probably a daring pilot flying an aeroplane over the skyline in this terrible weather. Ross was glad he would be inside his warm home soon, unlike the pilots and their passengers.

Shutting the door to his car, he locked it before moving a hand inside his coat and putting the keys in his pocket. He took the suitcase in his other hand as he slowly started walking away from the vehicle and towards his house.

The whole neighborhood was engulfed by the darkness of the night, the only thing that could be seen was a dim light peeking out from behind his bedroom window. The man smiled a little to himself at the thought of his wife who probably fell asleep waiting for him, being in the company of those he loves was what he needed after a stressful day at work.

Images of his wife and newborn daughter filled his mind as he continued to walk home. The gray-haired man took a quick look over the streets and slightly clenched his jaw, there were no lights on in every house except for his, meaning every man was already back home with their family before him. This made Ross a little jealous.

With closed eyes and a small shake of his head, he sighed to himself. Working till late hours provided him money, a fancy car, a luxurious house in an expensive neighborhood, status, but it took away something that money would never be able to buy: time.

Going up on the low porch stairs, a calloused hand reached for the keys inside his pocket. He briefly looked down at the bunch of keys, moving one away from another with his fingers before grabbing the one he needed.

A faint rustling sound caused him to slow down his movements. Still keeping his eyes ahead of him and on the front door, he brushed it off after a couple of seconds. Walking up to the door, he dropped his gaze to the item in his hand before moving it up and aiming for the keyhole.

“Secretary Ross, fancy seeing you here” the sound of a familiar voice made the man stop in tracks. His hand froze in place and the only thing he could hear was his own breathing.

Not tearing his eyes from the keyhole, he slowly lowered the hand while only one thought was running through his mind; Fuck.

Sighing to himself, he moved his head to the side before fully turning around and facing the person. A mysterious figure was standing on the sidewalk, their hat soaked with water as its droplets were falling on the concrete.

“Well- I- yeah, fancy seeing you here too...” the figure smiled to themselves before letting a chuckle pass their lips.

Ross should be feeling relieved right now, but he knew better. As he kept his gaze on the person, the gray-haired man responded with a faint and nervous laugh. “How did- what are you doing in this part of the city?” he asked as his lips started going dry, making him lick them.

The person’s chuckle died down as their eyes were focused on the ground. A big open-mouthed smile was plastered on their face. Ross’s gaze darted all over the figure’s face as they sighed heavily.

“Decided to take a walk.” The response made Ross smile anxiously before he felt shivers run down his spine when the figure started slowly moving in his direction.

Gulping, the man took a small step back, discreetly reaching for the doorknob behind him.

The sound of stairs screeching under the heavy steps spread on the porch. The figure stood in front of the man before reaching for his coat.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Thaddeus.” the figure spoke. The words made Ross‘s forehead start covering in sweat.

“Any particular reason?” the person asked with squinting eyes, raising their head and tilted it to the side.

His mouth was slightly opening and closing while he tried to find the right words. But the only thing he could do was look at the person’s face.

“Uh- what- no, I-” He started stammering, his anxiety rising along with fear filling up his body. “I wasn’t- no, I would never avoid you.” He finally managed to say.

He swallowed thickly when he noticed a ghost of a smirk on the figure’s lips. He wasn’t sure what kind of a sign it was for him, he never knew.

“Are you sure?” The question was followed by a small smile before the figure added. “I could swear it was like you got bored of our friendship, it deeply hurt me.”

Ross’s chin started to tremble, he was aware of the situation he found himself in and that he was making it worse with every word that left his mouth.

The person’s hands went up to the collar of his coat and started fixing it. “A little bird told me you were throwing my name in different places.” Ross could feel the blood draining from his face at these words, eyes widening while his body completely stiffened up as the person’s hands moved along his collar and closer to his neck. “I’m already famous, no need to promote me more.” The figure said with what could be called an amused smirk.

But Thaddeus wasn’t amused at all. “Wait- no, it’s not true, I- I could never-” He tried to form any normal sentence but only one thought was running through his mind.

He took a shaky breath when one hand left his clothes, not knowing what to expect. “Also, you got yourself a nice house.” The figure said, gesturing with their hand to the building. “Kind of big. But it’s what is needed when you have a family, right?” The person smiled at the gray-haired man at the end of their sentence. “It would be quite unfortunate if you couldn't spend more time with them here. Leaving your daughters so soon doesn’t seem like something nice, am I right?”

Ross’s lips went dry as all words died in his mouth. Not thinking much and being scared for his life, he grabbed the figure’s upper arms as he stared at them with wide eyes and opened mouth.

“Please, I’ll get the money, every cent, everything, just, please, leave my family.” Pleads were flooding out of his mouth like a river, trying to do anything to make the situation better. “I will get them, I’ll give it all back, just not my family, please.”

The figure slowly reached for Ross’s forearms and calmly pushed his arms away from them.

Ross’s mouth was open, his eyes were wide and entirely focused on the other pair which seemed to be paying him almost no mind at all. Instead, they focused their attention on the man’s arms, moving from one to the other while smoothing out his garments.

Ross’s chin began to tremble as a small sigh left the person’s mouth. “You see, we’ve been friends for a long time, and it would be a shame if something ruined our friendship.” With pursed lips and a soft look in their eyes, the figure moved their gaze to the man’s face. He didn’t know what to think anymore, but he couldn’t help the fear bubbling up in his stomach.

A frown appeared on the figure’s features. “When I found out, I was honestly disappointed and surprised.” Ross could feel his whole body start sweating, his jaw slightly moved up and down, and his arms slumped defeatedly, being scared of the worst.

The person’s hand landed on his shoulder and patted it with a bright smile on their face. “But you are a good man, Thaddeus.” Both his arms were patted by the figure. “As well as a good friend.” After these words, they turned around and started walking away, heading to their car.

The gray-haired man was frozen in place, his gaze fixated on one random spot before he broke out of the trance. “A- a good man?” He stuttered out, watching the figure getting farther away.

They slowly turned around and smiled at Ross once again. “Everybody makes mistakes.” They said while opening their arms wide and stepping backwards before making their back face the man.

Thaddeus stared in shock as everything slowly started to sink in. He finally let out a breath he’d been holding while closing his eyes and tilting his head down slightly. The relief washed over his body and the corners of his mouth curled up as he realized what had just happened.

“Oh.” He looked up again when he heard the voice. “There’s one last thing.” The person said as they reached for the car’s handle with one hand while their back was turned to Ross. “I almost forgot to mention-” The Secretary cocked his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the figure’s statement. A loud sound echoed throughout the streets of the neighborhood before he could even open his mouth to let out a small ‘yes?’.

Ross’s body immediately stiffened, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping. He was staring at the person as tears blurred his vision while he raised his palm to his chest and pressed it lightly. He slowly lowered his gaze, the sight causing his jaw to tremble and more tears to well up in his eyes.

At that moment, everything seemed to move slowly, seconds felt like hours as Ross raised his hand to confirm what he already knew. His fingers were covered in a red fluid which put him in a trance and caused his mind to go blank. The shock on his face was obvious when he lifted his head. “Wh-” Another shot rang, reverberating through the neighborhood and disturbing the peace of the night as the bullet settled in the gray-haired man’s forehead.

A sharp intake of breath was the last thing that Ross let out. He wobbled forward on his legs before his body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, his head tilted to the side and wide eyes. His blood was slowly staining the sidewalk in a crimson hue.

“Good night.” The figure said, hiding the gun back inside their coat before fixing the cuffs.

They opened the door and climbed into the car before getting comfortable in their seat. “Well, that was quite interesting.” A voice from the front reached the person’s ears. “I almost thought you’d leave him alone.”

A small chuckle passed the figure’s lips as they sighed loudly. “Don’t worry, I won’t go out of my way to be nicer than I have to be. Just wanted to give you a show.” They smiled in response.

“And that you did.” With a smile of their own, the driver turned their head back and faced the road before driving away.

The gunshot reverberated across the neighborhood, causing babies to cry and their parents to wake up. Ross' wife and their 3 children among them.

She looked out the window, curious as to what had woken up her children, only to see a car speeding away from the street. Her heart rate accelerated. Was it really possible that her biggest nightmare had come true? No. In a few minutes, her husband would be home. She was certain about it.

That didn't stop her from heading downstairs to investigate what the car might have left behind.

She froze when she opened the front door. Her husband's body was there, blood dripping from his head. Her mouth dried up as the smell of gunpowder from the shot that murdered Ross entered her nose. In the distance, the sound of sirens could be heard, indicating that they were on their way to the site.

She clung to her husband's corpse. Screaming and crying. Her children stood behind her, confused by what had just happened. They had no idea that they would never see their father again.

It took four agents to pry her away from Ross' still warm body.

The next morning

A rustling sound of a newspaper being dropped on the table could be heard throughout the apartment. An older woman pulled out a chair and sat down comfortably before taking the bundle of paper in her hands and starting to read.

“Has anybody seen my phone?” A woman’s voice was heard from the other room as the older one flipped the page of the newspaper. “I looked everywhere and I can’t find it.” She added, walking through the door and into the kitchen.

“Look harder.” Another voice spoke up, causing the redhead to glare at the owner of it. As she took a bite of her apple, the young girl’s face lit up with a pleased grin. “You love my advice.”

The woman raised her eyebrow and jutted out her hip. “I wouldn’t exactly say ‘love’, more like ‘I’ll hit you in the head if you give me any more of your wisdom’.” She bit back with an annoyed look on her face.

The blonde’s smirk became even wider as a result of it. Lowering her apple, she put the elbow on the table and looked at her sister. “So, you think my advice is smart. I knew you liked it.”

The tilt of the redhead’s head and squint of her eyes were clear indicators that she was already losing her patience. “No, it was just as dumb as you are.”

The blonde opened her mouth in the offense. “Wha-”

“Girls, girls, please, just stop this.” The woman in her early fifties spoke up, raising her hand with closed eyes.

The girl looked at her mother before sitting up and tilting her body in her direction while gesturing to her sister. “She said it was smart.” The defensive tone could be heard in her voice. “And it’s not like I wasn’t helpful or anything-”

“Please, just let me have one peaceful morning.” The brunette said, opening her eyes and meeting the gaze of her younger daughter.

The girl’s face changed to a neutral one before she turned on her chair and slumped down on it with crossed arms. “This is stupid.” The blonde mumbled under her breath.

The redhead only rolled eyes at her sister’s words. She moved farther into the kitchen as she continued to look for her phone. In the meantime, the brunette went from one page to the other, skipping every other word and trying to find something of her interest.

Finally stopping, she slightly tilted her head to the side and moved a bit on her chair. “Looks like nobody can be sure of their safety now.” She muttered, fixing the newspaper in her hands.

The blonde girl didn’t seem to be bothered by what her mother said while the redhead furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion. “What do you mean?” She asked the brunette, still searching the place.

“Apparently, the Secretary of State was killed on his doorstep.” The brunette informed her daughter of the article.

The older daughter stopped her movements and turned to her mother. “The Secretary of State?” She asked before starting walking up to the table and standing behind the brunette, putting her hands on the top of the chair. “Ross?” She mumbled to herself, recognizing the man’s face.

Her mother nodded her head and glanced up at the redhead. “Yes, and he had a wife and children. The poor man and his family.” The redhead wasn’t particularly sorry for the Secretary, but she could only imagine how hard it had to be for his family. “His wife found him after she heard gunshots, and he was shot twice. I don’t know what kind of monster could do something like this.”

The room fell silent as the two women became engrossed in the article, wanting to find out more about the sudden murder. Although it didn’t take long before the silence was disturbed by the blonde who started imitating shooting with her mouth. “Bang, bang, and bye.” Her lowered voice reached both women’s ears, making them look at the young girl with raised eyebrows.

She puckered her lips as she didn’t seem to notice the looks until she faced them. Her eyes were darting between two gazes that were directed right at her, making her frown. “What?” The question caused her sister to blink at her while her mouth opened in slight disbelief.

Only when her mother tilted head at her did she raise her hands in surrender while looking slightly down. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, my mistake. Poor man indeed.” She said looking back at the two women with a small smile.

The only response she received was two loud and heavy sighs. The redhead shook her head and clapped the top of the chair. “Okay, well, we have to get going. And I think I left my phone at work.” She informed her younger sister and mother as she moved to the door, grabbing her jacket. “Move your ass, I don’t have the whole day.” She told her younger sister over her shoulder while giving her an annoyed look.

The blonde rolled her eyes, stood up from her spot on the table, and started heading to the door as well. “Jesus, you’re a lot more irritating than usual. Are you on your period or something?” The young girl asked, scrunching up her eyebrows with her gaze focused on the other’s face.

A small yelp came out of her mouth when the redhead opened the door and pushed her out of the apartment. “We will be back late, we love you.” The older of the two said loudly to their mother as she smiled innocently at her glaring sister.

“Okay, be safe and have fun, girls.” Their mother replied, waving at them before turning her head back to the newspaper. Not even two seconds after the doors closed she heard grumbling and a faint ‘I hate you’. “Yeah, they’ll have fun.” She said to herself before focusing back on reading.

She took one last look at the picture of a black body bag. Shaking her head, she flipped the page and stopped on a nicer article that would make her forget about the cruel reality.

Because as bad as it sounds, she knew one thing:

Murder was everywhere

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[bellestalesoffiction]

Clean Love

Pairing: Eventual Mob!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a swear here or there, minor shit talk

A/N: I wrote this in the span of two days over 6 hours. I’m not sure if I'll continue with this, but I was inspired to write for the first time in years. Please don't judge too hard. Also sorry for the shitty summary! Feedback appreciated!

Summary: She’s a city girl, an artist with a day job, because how else is she gonna pay the bills. She cleans for Tony Stark’s offices, one day she has the pleasure of cleaning up a mess made by the most feared boss in all of New York, Steve Rogers.

It was brisk, just like any normal autumn morning in New York. Steve stepped out of his town car, fixing his coat, before heading into the tall building that held the name 'Stark' in large letters high in the sky. Another meeting with his god-father about one of many deals that their organizations made. Today would be a messy one, held in the lower levels of the looming building. Someone in their lower ranks had tried to steal half a shipment of guns and ammo, they didn't get far at all. Steve's right hand man and best friend had gotten the three who tried before they even left the docks.

Two of the three men were already at the bottom of the harbor, the third was currently on the lowest floor. Most likely the traitor was bruised and beaten into cooperation, or so Steve hoped, he really didn't want to bruise his knuckles or ruin his new Armani shirt.

The few people milling about the lobby paid no attention to Steve as he strode past. He nodded at the security guard on duty before heading past the main elevators and towards a back hallway to a private lift. It was one of two elevators that reached  the lower levels, the other elevator was used by maintenance staff and regular employees to reach the underground parking (not the floors below said parking  that Steve was headed to now).

The doors to the elevator opened up after Steve input a 6-digit code, he stepped on pressing the corresponding level switch before clasping his hands in front of him. There was no music during his decent, no soothing calming or annoying music, just silence. The doors slowly parted, opening up to a metal gate, on the other side of which stood James Buchanan Barnes, "Bucky" as Steve knew him growing up. The sight of the slightly shorter dark-haired man made the mob boss grin slightly.

"So Buck, how's our friend?" Steve smirked walking alongside his right-hand.

Bucky smiles, it's almost sinister, "He's about ready to talk boss. Tony's waiting right outside for ya, wants you in the room for intimidation factor."

Steve nods, spying Tony up ahead. He gives the older man a nod, showing his respect with a hand on his chest reaching for the other man's hand. Tony smiles and returns the gesture, pulling Steve in for a quick familial hug and a pat on the back. They step apart after a moment, "You ready?" asks Tony, receiving a nod from Steve. 

The older man twists the handle and pushes the door open, the room behind it was rather large, deep and wide. A single bulb hung from an exposed wire, the only source of light in the room. The temperature was low, cold enough to make your fingers go numb and just cold enough to see your breath leave your lips. In the center, just below the exposed bulb was a chair, tied down to said chair was a man, blood running from his ear, nose and mouth, one eye swollen shut. Tony approached him slowly, circling around him, just on the edge of the light.

"Do you know why you're here, hmm?" Tony continued to circle the man, getting closer to him with each step.

"Let me tell you why," Tony stood behind him, grabbing his shoulders tightly, making the man wince. "You and your little friends tried to steal from us." Tony motioned to Steve and himself, the former staying just in the shadows.

"You tried to take 250 semi automatic weapons and sell them off, to who? And for what? You knew that if you got caught you'd end up dead... what's so important you'd risk your life? Or rather who?" Tony smacked the back of the man's head, pretending to have a moment of clarity, "Oh That's right! Your wife, Georgia... She's pregnant with your first kid right?"

The man tensed, "You wanted to get her away from all this right? Set her up somewhere you wouldn't be found?" Tony began to circle his chair again.

"You never would've been safe you know, we'd find you anywhere. We'll find her anywhere she goes." Steve smirked, Tony continued, "Who were your buyers?"

The man glanced up at Tony before he spat at him, right in his face. Tony wipes at his face, turning and nods to Steve, giving him the que to take over. Stepping forward slowly, Steve grins, making his way towards the chair. The man's eyes widen, fixed on the knife in Steve's hand. He squirms and yells out, no one moves or tries to intervene as Steve begins to slice into the man.

"Stop! Stop!! Please!" Tony doesn't listen, watches the man's face as he cries like a baby.

"He won't stop until you talk... Mr. Rogers here doesn't take too kindly to people who take his things," Steve smirks, moving to press his knife to the mans cheekbone, "... maybe after he's done we'll send your head to your lady" Tony chuckled watching the man go white as a sheet.

"Please, no, leave her out of this, I'll tell you anything!"

Steve glares at him, pressing hard with his knife, "Your buyers names, who put you up to this?"

"S Sitwell, his name's Jasper Sitwell!", that was all they needed to hear.

She hurried up the street, jacket half on and a granola bar hanging out of her mouth. Her alarm hadn't gone off, the power in her building had somehow gone out during the night causing the events leading up to now. She had overslept by a good half hour, she had skipped her shower and a real meal, having time to barley grab a snack for breakfast before running out the door 5 minutes late already.

Weaving and dodging through the crowds, she made her way down a back alley stopping at a door with a pass card sensor. She digs through her purse, grabbing her Stark Towers cleaning badge and swipes it, successfully walking into the building.

"Hey Y/N, you're wanted for a mess on level 26!", one of her coworkers calls out.

She groans, "I just walked in, I'm not even on the clock yet!"

"Yeah and the supervisor isn't happy about that. She said it's your punishment" Y/N sighs and nods punching in as she quickly scarfs down the rest of her breakfast and tosses her coat on the back of a chair. As you can probably guess by now, Y/N cleaned pretty much anything she was told to clean inside the tower. She was one of 3 cleaning ladies, besides her was Wanda Maximoff and Jessica Drew. The girls supervisor was one Felicia Hardy, who once was just a cleaning lady like the rest of them. Felicia had stabbed the trio in the back and thrown them under the bus for her mistake with their last supervisor, convincing the hiring staff that she was the most competent to take over the position. The maintenance team knows Felicia isn't meant to be where she is, the position should have been Jessica's, Felicia just knew how to brown nose better.

As they say, speak of the devil and she will appear, "Y/N, floor 26 now! Men's room on the south end had two urinals that went out of order!" Felicia snaps sauntering into the room. Besides ordering her around, the woman made her way to the coffee machine for a refill.

Y/N rolled her eyes and threw her (hair color) locks into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. She turned and made her way down the hall to the supply room bumping into Scott and Luis, the two maintenance men for the building, besides their supervisor Flash Thompson.

Luis waves and smiles, "Morning y/n, how was your weekend?"

Y/n smiled and gave him the rundown as she gathered her cleaning supplies, groceries, another failed date and a dozen texts from her ex trying to get back with her. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Man, he just won't leave you alone," Scott huffed, annoyed for her. "Well if you need anyone to help you get the guy off your tail, let me know. I'd gladly offer my services."

Y/n smiled softly and nodded, "Thanks Scott, but I can handle it. You guys already fix the busted urinals on 26?"

Luis nods and makes a fake retching noise, "It's only Monday and already some asshole decided to-"

She cuts him off, "I don't wanna know, all I need to know is that it's fixed so I can clean the floors. You left the Out of order sign up right?"

Luis smiles sheepishly and shakes his head no. The man was good at his job, he could fix pretty much everything well enough, his only problem was that he often forgot about the cleaning crew and forgets to mark the areas that need cleaning out of order so the regular staff don't go in. She sighs, shaking her head, oh Luis. She picks up her cleaning bucket and pushes the mop bucket towards the service elevator and waits quietly.

The elevator dings and opens up, allowing her to step inside. She presses the corresponding button and waits, mind wandering to lunch and what's close and cheap. The elevator dings again and she makes her way off. The rest of her day is just as boring, cleaning more bathrooms and a few meeting rooms. Finally the day comes to an end, she heads back to the maintenance break room, only to be stopped half way by Felicia.

"Oh, Y/n, great, glad I caught you. Mr. Stark called and needed someone to do a quick wipe down outside his office. Security had to get involved and well, Mr. Stark doesn't want blood stains on the carpet," Felicia smirks at her, "Besides, it's not like you have anywhere to be tonight, or any night."

Y/n frowns softly, nodding and averting her eyes. When the young woman wasn't working she was making art, drawings, pastel illustrations and paintings even. She loved art more than anything, it was her passion growing up, helped her forget the harsh environments she lived in. Currently she was building a portfolio to submit to a few lower end galleries, hoping to spread her name and gain some recognition. Now here she was, stuck at work cleaning up after millionaires and office snobs just to pay the rent, pushing her dreams to the back burner.

Her supplies gathered once more, she heads up to the top floor, anxiously. She had never gone up that high, never had she been asked to clean anywhere near Mr. Starks office, normally that was Jessica or Felicia who took care of that. The ding snapped her out of her train of thought as she stepped out onto the floor cautiously. Giving the hall a once over she headed towards Mr. Starks office, his personal assistant should still be there if there was a mess to clean. The woman she knew only by name, her name was Natasha Romanoff. Ms. Romanoff had a particularly sharp eye for details and a 'no half ass' policy when it came to anything. Y/n had only interacted with the woman once, and that was when Felicia threw them under the bus. Now here she was, leaning against her desk tapping away at her phone.

"Good, you're here. My desk needs a total wipe down and when Mr. Stark is done he'll need some clean up on the marble in front of his desk," Natasha explained without looking up once.

Y/n nodded, "Yes Ms. Romanoff, I'll get right on that."

And she did, doing a thorough cleaning of the sides of her desk and the top, making sure not to move any of her personal items and work around the woman herself. Once she was finished with the desk and the floor in front of the desk she stood still, waiting for the ok to head into the CEO's office. Natasha finally glanced up at her, eyeing her in a very unsettling way. Almost as if the woman was peering into the very depths of her mind.

"You can go in now." Natasha nodded to the door and stood opening it for her. Three men were still standing inside, but quiet. "Gentlemen, the cleaner is here"

( @kayteewritessteve​ @katurrade​ @kaybrownies​ )

[xreaderrecs]

Soft!Nat always hit different

her careless whisper

you interrupt an important meeting of natasha’s and she reacts in a way that even her colleagues are surprised by.

warnings: MOB!NATASHA, nothing but sweet fluff.

You know Natasha sits busy in her meeting to, but as the bedroom passes by with the silence and the spot beside you grows colder by the minute, you frown to yourself and huff at your insomnia.

It’s barely even midnight and the two of you had fallen asleep early but Natasha had woke up and promised that she’d be back. But within half an hour, she was still gone and your fingers itched for her presence.

You knew not to disturb her while she was conducting business but hopefully she’ll make an exception for this once. You knew she couldn’t say no to you, not when you peered up at her with heavy lashes and those doe eyes.

And you knew it as you stepped down the stairs, entering the grand foyer where you room a left and walked down the hall for a moment before fitting the large doors that were closed. You knew Natasha was behind the oak doors and you paused for a moment to contemplate your decision.

But as quick as your thoughts were, the door swung open and one of Natasha’s business partners from Europe stomped out of the room without even batting an eye at you.

Your eyes were wide and your heart raced at the sudden scare, but that was relieved when you looked into the room and found Natasha and the rest of her business partners staring at you like you were some deer.

You swallowed at the attention but it were Natasha’s eyes that you feared more. She looked at you emotionless, her deep emerald eyes were striking and you knew despite her facade, she was just as surprised at your presence.

She turned slowly back to the men that surrounded her but you stepped inside of the room regardless of her silence. Once the door clicked shut, she began speaking once more.

Her voice echoed loudly throughout the room and her tone was firm and there was an edge to it that you couldn’t pin point. However, as you stood there with wide eyes, you noticed her attention wavering as her eyes kept glancing over to you.

One of the men seemed to notice and coughed, inevitably interrupting Natasha mid-sentence.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to the pretty lady?”

Natasha raised a brow and then turned to you, still nothing on her face but you watched as her men grinned as they followed along and looked at you like prey.

The redhead hummed. “My apologies...” She motioned an arm for you to near her and when you did, she snatched you into her lap within an arms length away. “Gentleman, my wife.”

You politely smiled at them and waved a meek hand, some of the men smiled back while some grinned with mischief. And while the dangers of their thoughts were obvious to your eyes, you knew you weren’t in any true harm as long as Natasha was around.

Natasha then hooked her arm around your waist and pulled you closer, without any other warnings, she urged the meeting to continue. And as you say there, curled up in your lover’s lap, listening to the men talk about their next business and finances, Natasha leaned close to peck your head.

You smiled and nuzzled your nose against her neck, smelling the faint scent of her perfume still lingering on her pale skin.

Then you spoke: “I’m sorry. I missed you”

She hummed and then whispered. “We will talk tomorrow, dekta. Just sleep.”

And even in the presence of the men she callss her colleagues, she doesn’t fear their judgement for her love for you. Instead, she holds you close almost like her prized possession. They fear the Russian mob boss for it, for her love for you creates more anger and dominance in how the redhead holds her self.

As you succumb to your slumber, the faint noises of voices and the familiar sound of the door clicking echoes deep in your ear. A moment passes with silence but Natasha continues to hold you anyways. Her lips caresses the rim of your ear and you sigh.

“Goodnight, bubba.”

You smile at her gentle tone, curling further against the Russian’s hold as she carried the both of you back into bed.

“Love you too, Nat...”

[steinfellds]

Unbreakable Ties

This series will have persistent dark themes such as human trafficking and dubious consent. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Pairing: Mobbosses!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff, renowned as the city's most powerful and dangerous mob bosses, decided that their lives needed a touch more excitement, leading them to acquire a pet.

Series Warnings: Human trafficking, murder, dubcon, violence, smut, angst, heavy pet play, dom/sub dynamics.

── Main Story ──

: ̗̀➛The Greetings

[loqov]

Strip That Down For Me // Masterlist

A/N: Hello, everybody! Me, @jromanoff, and @furys-eyepatch decided to write a series together. It came to our minds some time ago and we finally can share it with you all. We have a lot of fun writing it and hope that you’ll love it just as much as we do!

Pairing: Stripper!Natasha Romanoff x Mobboss!Reader

Summary: Two different people from two different walks of life meet in unforeseen circumstances. What if some unexpected events make both of their lives take a new turn?

Warnings: Each chapter will have its own individual warnings, but dark themes and adult themes will be written throughout.

However, you’re in charge of what you consume online. Read at your own risk.

Chapter 1 || 12/03

Chapter 2

[moon3thereal]

my wips

hello babes, these are my works in progress, there’s no particular date I may post them and i might remove or add any fics, there is no particular oder in which I will be writing them :)

last updated- 12/10/21

1)glitter and gold- mob!queen nat x mob!boss fem!reader [fluff]  

REQ: mobboss!reader x their mobqueen!natasha and reader is just whipped for her even in front of the other gang members

2)blank space- Natasha Romanoff x reader [angst]

REQ: Natasha and Reader breaking up and Nat getting together with Bruce, Natasha is ignoring reader when she finds out she’s having heart failures and in immediate need of a transplant and reader gives her her heart.

3)Her Grace- queen!nat x general!reader [fluff/smut] request here

REQ:  Queen!Natasha x General!reader who are secretly together. (could end in an epic sword fight, smut or something else

4)Warming up- wandanat x enhanced! reader [fluff] request here 

REQ: Hello! I saw ur requests were open so here I am, a wandanat x buff!werewolf!reader, Wanda and Nat get really flustered and shy when R is around so one day on a mission WandaNat snuggle up with each other to keep themselves warm since the power is out while r is just chilling and they ask how she isn’t cold but since r is a werewolf their temp is always warm so r cuddles up against WandaNat and they get all flustered! Thank you :))

5) (no title yet) - natasha romanoff x reader [fluff] request here

REQ: so I thought you could maybe do something with this prompt, because I really like your writing!!!reader was hired to protect Nat, but very soon it becomes clear that Nat can really protect herself.

6) (no title yet)- wanda maximoff x reader [smut] request here

REQ: So I have a request. You said in “Bad Girls Get Punished” that Wanda let’s r get away with anything 99% of the time but i wanna see that rare 1% where nats on a mission and r is being super bratty and wanda gets fed up and spanks her. love your work btw!

7) (no title yet)- wanda maximoff x reader [angst/fluff] request here

REQ:  Can i request a wanda x reader where wanda has barley joined the team and the team make harsh comments about her mistakes and reader just defending her

8) Goddess Of The Realms- wandanat x reader [fluff] request here

REQ:  Hi can i request Reader being a Goddess that was exiled from her realm cause she wouldn't marry the king of gods so she has been roaming earth for centuries when the Avengers caught wind of her cause she healed someone so they came to investigate and try and recruit her she only joins cause she is attracted to the girls and then tells them who she is what she is and her powers she has got could her powers be healing and also life and death like she has the ability to bring someone back from the dead but also kill them too but she won't do it on command she will only do it if she wants too but she brings Pietro back for Wanda and heals Natasha cause she loves them after she has been with them for awhile like an aniversary gift kinda thing

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request! maybe nat is doing some dark mob boss stuff (tourturing, killing, interrogating) but then during that gets a call from Dylan’s school that he was hurt at school (as r wasn’t picking up and nat was the emergency contact) so she drops everything and rushes over dylans school and comforts him as he cries. maybe he broke his arm and has to be taken to the hospital? r is frantic once she finds out she missed a school call but nat assures her that she’s taken care of everything.

Drabble || Missed Calls

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Single Mom! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: You missed a call from Dylan’s school, but Natasha was there to help

Comfort | Mentions of Medical Talk | Light Language Warning | 0.8K | 

Notes: I was meant to post this on my birthday, but I ran out of time, I hope you enjoy this! x

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If you were to give yourself a compliment for the work you do, it would be how dedicated you are. In a meeting that Natasha couldn't make it too, giving her client your entire attention. You enjoyed your job and gave it all you possible could, little did you know that back in your office in the top drawer of your desk, your phone rang twice. Dylan's pre-school left a message for you to listen to within a few hours when the meeting would finally come to an end. 

Meanwhile, Natasha was 'taking care of business' as she would tell you. Torturing yet another man that crossed her path. Beating him with steel pipes, baseball bats, a hammer even, anything she could use to torture this man to get him to break and give her the information she was searching for. She was close to breaking the corrupted businessman when Bucky interrupted. 

"Boss, it's important" he spoke while holding Natasha's cell phone. Nat turned to look at Bucky and noticed he wasn't joking, something else needed her attention. "Take over" she ordered her partner in crime before she stormed out of the room, putting her phone to her ear.

"This is Natasha Romanoff" she answered in a friendly tone as if she wasn't just beating a man. "Hi Miss Romanoff, it's Maria Hill from Dylan's pre-school. You're listed here as an emergency contact fo-"

"Is he okay?!" Natasha asked in a worry.

"He seems to have broken his arm while playing outside with a couple of the other boys. We have tried contacting his mother, but we couldn't get through" Maria explains. 

"I'll be right there!" Natasha replied in a hurry before hanging up the phone. "Buck, I've gotta run!" she calls out as she grabs her things and rushes to her car, leaving Bucky to finish the job.

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Natasha rushed to the hospital where Dylan was taken too where she found him sitting up on a bed in tears.  "Aunty Nat!" he sobs as his eyes lock onto her, "my arm hurts" he added. "Oh, honey!" Natasha rushes to his side as a nurse prepares to start putting his left arm in a cast. "You're his aunty?" the nurse asks kindly. "Family friend, but I'm his emergency contact" Natasha assures the nurse that she isn't just some stranger. 

"That's fine. Little Dylan here has a simple broken arm, 6 weeks with this cast on and he should be good as new" she smiled softly at Dylan and Natasha. "I fell off the playground" Dylan sobbed in Natasha's arms, "it's okay baby, you're going to have this really cool cast to wear! All your friends can sign it" Nat comforts your son with a kiss on the top of his head. 

"They can?" Dylan perks up as he looks at Natasha, she nods, "can you sign it too aunty Nat?" he asks. "Are you kidding? Of course, I can! I'm going to draw some cool pictures on it too!" Nat smiles at the little boy. 

Natasha sat with Dylan while the nurse plastered up Dylan's arm, she kept her arms wrapped around him while telling him how brave he was being. Dylan asked the nurse every question under the sun about his new cast and what he can and can't do, he was excited to return to pre-school to have all his new friends sigh and draw all over his cast. 

When asked what color Dylan would like his cast to be, of course he answered with red. "Red like the fire trucks!" his exactly words were. Natasha couldn't help but chuckle and pull the little boy closer into her hold. 

By the time your meeting was over, and you were finally able to check your phone, your heart skipped a beat. Worry consumed your entire body as you listened to the messages from Dylan's pre-school. Natasha had left you a message stating that she was at the hospital with Dylan and not to worry as he was okay. But as a mother, all you could do was worry. You rushed to the hospital, getting there just as Dylan was being discharged. 

"Mommy!" Dylan ran up to you with his left arm in a cast. "Baby!" you kneed down, catching Dylan in your arms and hugging him tightly, "are you okay honey? What happened?!" you asked. Dylan explained what happened, even expressed how excited he was to get home and have his Aunty Nat sign his cast. 

"He's okay" Natasha smiled as you released Dylan from your hug, "he's a brave boy" Nat added as she held his backpack in her hands. "I'm so sorry, I was in a meeting and I left my phon-"

"It's okay, Y/n. I'm his emergency contact, of course I was going to be here" she assured you with a soft smile. "Still, thank you" you smiled.

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A Maidens Tale;

Pairing; Mobboss!Bucky x Maid!Reader

Excerpt;

“I can pick up extra hours; I’m sure Winnifred and George wouldn’t mind having me look after Rebecca or James a little longer, they could find something for me, I just need to ask sweetheart.”

Your father sighed, “regardless of whether they would be able to get you the extra hours it would go to waste, there would be no point asking.”

“no point asking,” your mother questions,

“sweetheart the reason we are even having this discussion is because we’re struggling to make ends meet, we need these extra hours, you said it yourself!”

You father’s shaking his head stiffly, lips set in a thin line, “it would be useless to ask for those extra hours because who would look after y/n,” he questions, “how would we be able to afford a daycare bill on top of the bills were already failing to meet?” He sighs, “neither of us would be able to work any extra hours because we can’t leave y/n by herself, and I'm sorry but we cannot afford another bill.”

“What if I take y/n,” you mother offer’s I'm sure I can ask George if it would be -”

“Absolutely not,” your father hisses, “your pretty much handing in your resignation by asking to take our daughter to work, we’ll find another way.”

“But -”

“I said no,” you father grunts, “end of discussion, leave it alone, I won’t hear more of this, we’ll find another way.”

Brooklyn Wars;

Pairing: Mobboss!Stucky x Reader

Excerpt;

The wind picked up around the three of you as you crossed through the green grass closer to the lake. “S’this really necessary,” Bucky muttered scuffling along, “what’s the point in even putting these things in a container and burying it in the ground, can’t we just show each other right now?”

You laughed softly, “don’t be such a party pooper James, this is something special for the three of us, something we all agreed on doing.”

“Yeah punk,” Steve chimed in, “this is something only the three of us will know about, and when the time comes, and we’ll know when that is,” he added matter of factly, “we’ll meet back here and see what it was each of us chose to leave behind.”

You can see Bucky’s scowl from your peripheral, “still don’t see the point of it, don’t see why we have to wait so long, can’t we just share it now?”

You and Steve are sharing a synchronized ‘no’ as you come to a stop.

Your moving a bit further before turning to face both boys, “think of it this way Buck, this might be the thing that brings us closer.”

“Listen nothing or no one could ever pull me away from you guys, but,” he sighs, “if this is meaningful to you guys then it’s meaningful to me. ”

Tales Of Submission;

Pairing; Mobboss!Bucky x Reader

Excerpt;

“Here.”

You looked up from your computer in time to see Natasha sliding you a small business card. “What is this,” you questioned as you looked at the black card with white lettering.

‘White Wolf Industries’ it read, but that’s all it had on it alongside a number printed neatly at the bottom.

You smiled slightly as you met your friends eyes, “Tasha what is this?”

“Your answer to your problems,” she replied with a smirk.

“Tasha,” you hissed looking around the office.

“What y/n, you need this, and trust me, he can help.”

Your mouth dropped open, “you’ve used his services before?”

“Not necessarily his,” she answers, “but something like that.” “Look y/n think about it, and if you’re really interested in having that scratch itched then call the number, I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

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Momentary Absolution

Summary - It’s the morning after the night before and is Natasha able to forgive you, or do you need to prove to her how sorry you are?

Warnings - 18+ SMUT, Rough sex, Oral, Strap-on use, Orgasm denial, Nipple play, Slight punishment, Mentions of murder, Language

Authors note - And here you have it. A smutty part 2. Ask and you shall receive. You can read alone or after Part 1 which can be found here

Word count - 3.6k

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The yellow orange glow of the morning sun bouncing off of the surface of the river told you you had overstayed your welcome.

The darkness of night shrouded you like a cloak to any potential bypassers. But the sun acted as a spotlight. Making anyone privy to the goings on by the muddy edge of the bank if they so happened to stumble across it.

Bucky and Steve had been sent home a while before dawn. The deed completed within the hour you arrived there. Yet you stayed to clean up whatever mess was left behind. And even longer still. You liked to think it was because you enjoyed watching the sun rise over the city. But deep down you knew it was because you were avoiding going home.

A dismal honk of the first river ferry of daybreak ended your solitude. Jumping off the hood of your car into the mud sodden ground below, you begrudgingly made your way around to the driver's side. The metal handle cold against your palm as you pull the door open. The mud off of the bottoms of your shoes caking the pedals as you settled your feet against them. Another job for another time.

With a deep breath you started the engine and slowly peeled the car away from the water. Never once pressing down hard enough to encourage loud noises. You didn’t want to alert anyone you were here after all.

-

The house was eerily quiet. The hustle and bustle of the morning staff had not yet begun. A prospect you were grateful for. If there was a time when you didn’t have the energy to speak to people, now fit the bill perfectly.

Your keys found their place in the bowl next to the door. A third anniversary gift from Natasha after you repeatedly misplaced the item. She was good like that. Always trying to make you a better person, even with the small task of keeping you organised.

The journey you made through the house took you directly to the laundry room, where you removed your shoes and stripped off your dirty clothes. The quiet gives you a moment to clear your head once more. You really didn’t want any more blood on your hands. Especially after something so trivial. Especially when the cops had only just started to leave you alone.

Last night was a shit show. You would turn back time if you could.

“You didn’t come to bed last night”

A voice from behind you made your stomach lurch. It was instantly recognisable. Yet your heart was beating out of your chest exponentially. Another perk of the job. On edge and always ready to fight.

“I didn’t, you’re right” a tired response was all Natasha received once you calmed down slightly.

“So you come and drag me away from the club, punish me for running off, then you go MIA?”

“Natasha” you turn to face her. “I’ve had a long night and an even longer morning. Can we talk about this later?”

“Later when? After you apologise for being a hypocrite or after you explain why you’ve trapesed mud all over my floors”

“After I get out of the clothes I’ve been in for nearly 24 hours, and wash this shit off me. Can you wait that long?”

“You’ve been gone all night, what’s another couple of hours?”

And with that she turned on her heels and exited the room. Leaving you alone once more.

-

The hot water did nothing to quell the tightness in your chest. Anger still coursed through your body. From nothing in particular. It seemed your natural state was filled with anger these days.

Fuck, you were an idiot.

Once clean, and after what felt like an eternity being pelted by fat streaks of scalding water from above, you finally plucked up the courage to leave the bathroom and find your girlfriend.

To your surprise she was leaning against the door to your walk in closet, seemingly waiting for you to emerge with your tail between your legs. On a second glance you noticed she’d changed out of her negligee and opted for a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt. She looked soft and sweet and everything you didn’t deserve.

“You look nice” you complimented as you walked past her, entering the dressing room in search of some clean clothes.

“And you look tired”

“I am, but I’ve got the energy for you”

“Hmm, even the energy to apologise?”

“We’ll get there, but I have something important to tell you first”

Once you’d gotten dressed, mirroring her outfit, you walked over to her and pulled her fully into the bedroom. Guiding her to have her sit on your lap on the edge of the bed. She got comfortable without hesitation.

“It’s about last night” you started, but she just scoffed in your face.

“I’m not having you shout at me again, so if that’s what’s about to happen you can forget it”

She started to try and remove herself from your embrace, but your strong arms stopped her in her tracks.

“It's got something to do with that guy at the club. And before you start, this isn’t me tricking you into something. It’s serious”

“You killed him didn’t you?”

“He might be, what shall we call it. Permanently indisposed, yes”

“Jesus Christ what is wrong with you?”

She pushed off of your lap and this time you let her go. Instantly missing the closeness of her.

“In my defence, it was Steve, not me!”

“Oh so Steve just accidently killed him then did he?”

“Well yeah, that’s exactly what happened”

“You’re so full of shit”

“Nat. I’m telling the truth. It was a mistake. Steve’s laying low for a few weeks, just until we know the police won’t come asking questions”

“Don’t fucking lie to me” Her voice was loud. Pained. Like she didn’t want to say it. But she was at her wits end. You had promised her time and time again things would change. But a few months turns into a year turns into two. Each time you’d say you and her could get away from all of this, something else crops up and you’re back to square one. One more deal. One more thing to clean up.

It was an endless cycle.

“I do this shit for you! He got killed for you! Why can’t you see that?”

She stepped closer to you again. Just about eye level with you as she stood between your legs.

“I never asked for this life. You dragged me into your shit the second we fucked in that club all those years ago. You with your money and your power. You charmed me and I fell for you and now I’m hopelessly in love with a fucking criminal and-“

She was cut off by your lips crashing into hers. You didn’t know if the small whimper that escaped her mouth was one of frustration or lust. Either way, it didn’t deter her from reciprocating the force behind her kiss.

“You never did know when to shut up” you mumbled against her lips before grabbing the bottom one between your teeth and pulling slightly.

“Did your mama never teach you that interrupting is rude?” Even when she was turned on she didn’t waste a moment biting back at you.

“No” you answered as you flipped her over so she was laying beneath you. Red hair splayed out around her like a flame from a hearth bringing warmth to the cold halls of your heart. “But she did teach me how to treat people real special. So that’s what I’m going to do. Treat you special, would you like that?”

A nod was her response. A nod was all you needed. She wrapped her legs around you as you reached under her body, using your forearm to pull her up the bed. Once situated, her hand instantly found your hair and perfectly manicured nails scratched the skin at the bottoms of your skull. Causing you to take a sharp inhale of breath.

Your hands made their way up the inside of her t-shirt with fervent movements that mirrored the way your mouths moved together. Your fingertips brushed her skin as you trailed a path up her torso and towards the lace bra she was wearing. Even without looking at it you knew which one it was. The pale pink balconette bra that came paired with a matching thong, suspenders and garter straps. A Valentine’s Day gift you presented to her the year before. It made you wonder briefly whether she expected this.

When you reached them you found hard nipples taught against lace. So you pinched them. Hard. Having her hissing and writhing underneath you.

“If you don’t keep still, I’m going to have to restrain you”

“You’ll like that won’t you? Spanking and tying me up all in two days. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought you were a sadist”

The hands that were in your hair pulled at the strands once more. It was a challenge. How far could she go before she paid for her actions? Maybe you’ll let her get her hopes up. Let her push further than she expected to get then take matters into your own hands.

For now you let her have this. So you flicked at her nipples through the material a bit more, then ducked your head to suck on the spot just below her ear that drove her almost feral.

It was all hands and teeth then. Slender fingers removed themselves from your hair and worked to pull your shirt off of your body. Whilst you nipped at her skin and yanked the cups of her bra down, massaging the flesh of her breasts in your palms. There was a quick moment when you had to peel yourself away from the woman underneath you as your shirt blocked your vision and was slung to an unknown corner or the room.

It wasn’t often that you were stripped off first. Perhaps this was your subtle way of apologising for your actions. If she behaves, you’ll humour her. If she doesn’t? Well, that’s a whole different ball game.

“Take your sweats off”. She was hesitant to do as you asked, but once you cocked your brow letting her know you wouldn’t be asking again without consequences, her actions were swift.

She was a sight. Half naked before you. T-shirt raised exposing her breasts as the lace of her bra pushed up the flesh creating soft mounds just under her chin. It was a privilege to see her so mussed. The usual put together figure of Natasha long gone and replaced with a horny messy version of herself.

“Going to let me make it up to you? Let me show you how sorry I am?”

“I didn’t wear this bra for you to just apologise with words now did I?”

“I’d be careful with that mouth baby. Or I’ll find a better use for it”

Perhaps she was learning because her mouth instantly closed at your threats. Not that she was a stranger to having her mouth full. She always was a greedy girl.

“Right, I’m going to tell you the rules. You can’t cum until I say so. You can’t play with yourself unless I tell you to. You have to do as I say. If you don’t follow any of those, you’ll be punished. Got it?”

She nodded. It was simple enough. All she had to do was sit back and be pampered whilst keeping your rules firmly in the back of her mind. Easy in theory. However you knew she might struggle at the first contact of your mouth on her torso. Her hands flew straight to her hardened nipples and began pulling on them lustfully.

“Ah ah, no playing with yourself remember”

She removed her buds from her fingertips and instead decided to grapple at the sheets to quell the need to use her hands for other things.

Her skin was soft under your lips as you went back to trailing kisses down her body. It was one of the things you remembered the most about her after your first time sleeping together. How she felt like silk under your touch. Tongue licking over soft planes of skin, savouring the taste of her. You’d dreamt about her every night until you saw her again weeks later. And now you have her all to yourself.

Moments later you reached the top of her centre. Short hair prickly against your nose, mouth, chin as it started to grow back. Even from where you had stopped you could practically smell her. Her want for you. Her facade of stoicism crumbling around her at the mere act of her body responding to your touch.

As much as you would like to tease her. Make her beg for it. You had a constant desire to taste her. To lick her free of whatever juices her body released and savour it against your tastebuds. So you went lower. Lightly caressing her bundle of nerves with your tongue. Receiving a twitch and a low moan in response. Then even further still until her folds were for your taking.

She was addictive. Tangy, salty and sweet all at once. Nothing could compare and you were about to have your fill.

Greedily you attached your mouth to where you knew she wanted you. She moaned wantonly as you probed her insides with your tongue. You did too. The vibrations of it rumbling up her body.

“Fuck, just like that”. She was breathless already and you’d only just started.

Moving from her folds up to her ignored clit, you licked a stripe over the top of it. The hood of it moving back so the whole thing was exposed for you to do with as you pleased. You sucked it into your mouth without warning. Her whimpering evolved into a mewl and then almost a wail once you grazed it with your teeth.

You didn’t give it the full attention it deserved just yet. Give her just enough but not never more. Her legs shook at the lack of progression you were making with her.

“If you don’t fuck me properly, I swear to god I’ll- fuck”

She was cut off by you sucking hard and using your tongue to swirl around her bundle of nerves. Coating it in saliva. Lubricating her clit to creat as little resistance against it as possible.

Her hands clenched the sheets harder if that was even possible, and when you chanced a glance at her, her eyes were scrunched shut and her bottom lip was being held tightly between her teeth. A small indication that she was getting close.

“Don’t cum. Hold it for me baby”

“I can’t, I need to”

The movements you were administering against her core slowed down slightly. An agonising pace for someone who craved release. Yet you proceeded to bring her closer. Her hands found your head once more as she rutted her hips against you. And all of a sudden she was stiff. Clenched. Frozen. As she came into your mouth.

“What did I say, Natalia?” A reprimand muffled by the hold her legs had on your head.

“I know what you said. But you were taking so damn long and I was getting impatient” her chest heaved as she answered you. Her skin was already flushed pink and she was only one, premature, orgasm in.

You didn’t respond. You just sat up from between her legs and took off your own sweatpants. The act made Natasha uneasy. She was used to you getting your own back almost instantly. So when she was met with silence after her snarky comment, her heart beat increased again.

It made you chuckle slightly. The way she squirmed as she waited for you to do something. What would she do if you just stopped altogether. Drag you back or scold you for not finishing something you started? Perhaps you’d try that one day. But now wasn’t the time.

“Turn over. Hands and knees. Face the headboard” She had an idea what was about to happen when you leant over to your bedside table. The well known roll of the bottom drawer making the hairs in the back of her neck stand on end. “Turn the fuck over”

She was pushing her luck and she knew it. You had been relatively gentle with her thus far, yet if she proceeded to disobey you, that might not be the case.

Once again, she listened. Eventually rolling onto her stomach and using her arms to push herself into position. The cotton of her shirt brushed the middle of her back as she positioned herself just the way you liked as you ridded yourself of your remaining clothes.

“You look so pretty all spread open for me like that” it wasn’t a secret to either of you that you liked her like this. Pussy pink and ready for whatever strap you decided on. This round found a red eight incher attached to your now naked hips. It was Natasha’s current favourite.

You leant forward just a fraction finding the end of the toy pressing against your girlfriend's core. Her hips moved backwards to hopefully help aid the toy inside her, to no avail. You held her hips, hard enough to leave bruises and you reminded her, once again, to stay still.

After she finally keeps her body stationary long enough for you to deem appropriate, you push into her in one swift movement. It was unexpected. So much so that Natasha had to fly a hand out in front of her to stop her head smacking the headboard.

“Jesus Christ”

“He’s not going to help you now baby”

You didn’t even give her a chance to adjust before you started pounding into her. In and out at an agonising pace. She was wet. So wet that you were sure that if someone stood outside the door, they’d hear the squelching of her arousal through the wood.

Slap after slap. Thrust after thrust and in no time she was on the edge again. But this time you didn’t take any chances. You pulled out as soon as she started to quiver beneath you.

“Fuck you” she was seething. Never one for being denied anything. Let alone the peak of pleasure when it was in her grasp.

“I think you’re confused. I’m the one that’s fucking, not the other way around. Do you want more? Ask nicely and maybe I’ll let you have it”

“Please, give it to me, I’ll be good I swear”

Shuffling closer to her again, you grabbed the strap, sticky with her, and smacked in against her cheeks repeatedly.

“You better, or we both know what will happen if you don’t behave”

She twitched under each small connection with the still sensitive skin of her ass. Last night still ever present as she hissed slightly at the pain.

Swiping the tip against her then aligning yourself, another push forwards and you were inside of her again. Hitting that spot inside her that made her so weak you had to remove one hand from her hip wrap it around her front to keep her upright.

“Stay with me baby, we’re not finished yet”

She practically cried at the effort of having to use her own strength. So you changed tactics.

“Sit up, on your knees so your back is against my front”

“I can’t, you feel so fucking good, I can’t”

You growled at her response and decided to help her. You grabbed a handful of her sweaty hair, wrapping it around your hand and wrist and used that to pull her upwards. Her back arching as you did, giving you the perfect eye of the strap moving in and out of her. Another yank and she was flush against you.

“You belong to me, remember. Look at how you obey me. No one else can own you like I do. Look at what happened when someone tried to take what was mine. Dead at the bottom of the river. Tell me baby, whose are you?”

Your voice was a whisper in her ear as you rested your head against her shoulder. Each word brushing against her skin. You could feel her shiver in response.

“I’m yours. Always just for you. Please I’m so close”

“Do you deserve it? I’m not so sure. Will you be a good girl from now on?”

“I will, I can. Please just- fuck”

Her arms flew upwards and around your neck giving you the perfect opportunity to play with her nipples again. Torturous flicks against them with your index fingers. She always did have sensitive nipples and you loved how pliant she became whenever you touched them.

“Go on then. Cum for me Natalia”

She didn’t need to be asked twice for that one. As soon as you granted her permission, she let go with a moan loud enough to be heard in the foyer at the front of the house. It was nothing your staff hadn’t heard before. She had never been one to be quiet in bed.

Her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her. You let her fall forward and breathe heavily into the cushions. Slowly pulling out of her, you joined her once you’d removed the strap, sweaty skin feeling cool against the silk sheets.

“You didn’t go as hard on me as I thought you would”

“Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf”

“Or maybe you’re getting soft”

Could she be right? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. You’d do anything for her to keep her safe.

Even kill anyone who dares to lay another hand on her.

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Surface Level

Unexpected Visitor Pt. 1

SoftMobBoss!Natasha Romanoff x Reader Au.

Summary- All you wanted to do was spend time with your girlfriend after a long week of missing her. That’s it. Just spend time with Natasha. How did that get you here?

Fluff // Angst

Word count- 4,056.

Warnings- Brief mentions of abandonment, gun use, mean kids. I think that’s it but if I missed anything lmk :)

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After a long stressful week you can't think of anywhere you'd rather be right now, curled up in bed, specifically the bed that you are currently in, staring out at the clear night sky. The sheets surrounding your body are soft and warm, letting a sense of calm settle over you. A blanket is half hazardously thrown over your body, pooling around your waist, as the summer's night heat brings a warmth to the air in the room. Closing your eyes for a moment you take a deep breath and release it with a sigh, letting yourself enjoy the peace surrounding you.

A light breeze comes through the open window to your left, a welcome contrast to the warmth already enveloping you. Moving your attention to the source of the breeze you find yourself looking back out the window and to the garden. No matter how many times you come here you will never get used to the beauty of this house, especially not the backyard. It's filled with all sorts of plants, from the pretty delicate flowers, skillfully planted in different places, to the tall, well kept bushes that surround the garden, acting as a fence. The wildlife paired with the well matched structures make everything about it picture perfect, just like one you’d see in a movie. 

From the corner of your eye you spot a shine from the lights, hung decoratively around the wooden decking, reflecting off the pool. Bringing your line of sight to rest fully on the reflective surface you notice the light bounces off the water, making pretty spiral shapes paint the pool floor. The filter threading and cleaning the chlorine filled liquid causes little ripples to appear on its surface. Watching this lulls you into a dazed out state, your mind slipping from its current surroundings and bringing you back to a day in your childhood. The peaceful atmosphere around you only serving to pull you further into your daydream as you watch the events play out in front of you, almost as if it were really happening.

You’d had a bad week at school. Some kid in your class had decided to repeatedly tease you about your mother, or lack thereof. Saying awful things about you and how it was your fault that she'd left,  that your father would be better off without you. Being only a seven year old child you'd taken what the nasty kid had said to heart, carrying it around with  every step you took.

You didn't want to tell your father what was said, afraid he may tell you that it was true. Though deep down you knew your father loved you, more than anything, you were afraid that if he heard what this other person thought he would realize that they were right and not want you anymore.

You'd tried your best to hide it, what was going on with you, determined to just carry on with life until the comments no longer bothered you. Your father being your father, caught on straight away. When he’d picked you up from school the first day, you didn't run over and jump into his arms like you usually would. You simply walked over with your eyes trained ahead of you, took his hand in yours and made your way towards the car. When he’d asked how your day had been, eyes glancing back at you through the mirror, you gave him a half smile as an answer and returned your gaze back out the window. You didn't talk much throughout the day, only opening your mouth to speak quietly when absolutely necessary.

After a few days of this, with no answer from you as to why you were so down, your father had had enough. Something was bothering his little girl and he had to fix it. He didn't care what it was, he was going to make it all better. No matter what.

It was a Friday night. You'd just finished brushing your teeth and your dad was tucking you into bed. It was now that he'd usually read you a bedtime story. Just as you’d done every night before, you reached over to your nightstand to grab your favorite book and placed it on his lap before settling back into bed, ready for him to read to you. When he didn't immediately open it, instead deciding to sit there with a reassuring smile on his face, you tilted your head at him in question. Then the nasty kids words came to the forefront of your mind, your eyes began to well with unshed tears. This was it, he was going to tell you he didn't love you anymore and that you had to go live somewhere else. He was going to send you away to live with some person you've never met before and forget all about you. Your father noticed your change in demeanor went from bad to worse immediately and quickly reassured you that you’d done nothing wrong. That all he wanted to do was to talk about what had been upsetting you recently and for him to try and help with it. After five minutes of promising that he would not be mad, you broke down crying and told him everything.

Much to your relief, his response to what you’d told him was to scoop you up in his arms and hold you while you cried. All the while he whispered reassurances about how much he loved you and could not imagine his life without you. You’d fallen asleep that night cuddled up to your dad, in his arms you felt safe, it was the best you’d slept all week.

Looking back on it now, it was such a silly thing. Thinking that some mean, irrelevant kid was right when they said your dad didn’t and never would love you. Even now though, years later, when you look back on it, you can’t help but feel so grateful for the way he handled and comforted you in that situation. He wasn't angry with you when you couldn't communicate to him why you were upset. He didn't grow frustrated with you when you would simply nod or shake your head in response to his conversations, instead of giving a verbal reply. He remained patient and caring, even when he did not fully understand what was causing your change in behavior. He was worried about you of course and he wanted to know exactly what was happening so he could help but he did not push you to talk.

It showed you that he could be relied on whenever you needed to go to him. That you could have faith in him to be there for you, whatever you needed. That trust only grew with time, as he proved himself worthy of it with the way he treated you growing up. You knew you could trust him with anything and since then you have trusted him with everything. 

Well, everything except one. 

Feeling an arm slide over your waist pulls you from your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. Feeling the person behind you pull you closer to them you close your eyes, fully content in just being in their arms again. 

“I’ve missed you.” Natasha sighs, moving her forehead to rest against your back.

“I’ve missed you too, Natty.” You mumble back, a soft smile present on your face.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you then, both of you enjoying being in each other's company . It’s been a week since the two of you have gotten to spend any real time together. Not a long time by anyone's standards but to the two of you, it might as well have been a month. Between Natasha with her job and you with your father it hasn't been easy to sneak away and see each other. Brief check ins between good night and good morning texts the most contact the two of you have had since your last meeting. 

After a while of comfortable silence and cuddles, appreciating the time you get to spend together, Natasha tries to get your attention by whispering your name. She waits a few seconds for your answer before leaning up on her elbow, looking over your shoulder to see your face. Seeing your brows threaded together and your bottom lip caught between your teeth Natasha realizes the reason for your lack of a response. You're deep in your own thoughts. She can’t help but smile though, always finding your concentration face adorable. 

Trying to gain your attention Natasha whispers “Dekta?” No response. “Dorogaya?” Nothing.  “Malysh?”  A little louder “Kotenok?” “lyubov moya?” 

In a last stitch effort to bring your attention to herself Natasha softly calls your name while running her hand up and down your arm. Hearing Natasha say your name and the gentle touch on your skin pulls you from your thoughts. Tilting your head to look up at her, the look of disorientation on your face makes Natasha laugh lightly.

“What's so funny?” You ask innocently, a soft smile on Natasha’s face as she notes your slight confusion.

A light blush covers your cheeks when you realize she must have been trying to get your attention for a while. Burying your head in your pillow, you attempt to hide the red tint. Hearing a soft chuckle above you, you roll over slightly to lay on your back, Natasha resting above you with a hand by your head to keep herself up right.

“Honestly Dekta? You are.” Natasha answers with a smile on her face, no malice behind her words . 

Seeing the slight confusion still lining your face at her answer, Natasha elaborates “You're just so cute, y/n. That’s all.” Leaning down Natasha places a light kiss to your lips. Pulling back slowly to see a smile on your face Natasha leans back down to plant a few more short kisses on your lips before pulling away slightly, feeling your lips chase hers.

Using her thumb and forefinger Natasha gently takes hold of your chin, waiting for you to open your eyes. The action paired with her words only serve to make your blush grow. Feeling the heat on your cheeks burn hotter you let out a groan and try to hide your face again, this time in the crook of Natashas neck. Seeing this only serves to make her laugh harder. She thinks it's sweet, the way you get flustered so easily around her, despite having been together for almost a year now.  

Once her laughter dies down Natasha tries again to get your attention, determined to find out what has you so distracted today. Moving to lean her back against the headboard Natasha opens her arms to embrace you. Without a second's hesitation, you move forward to lie your head on your girlfriend's chest, cuddling up to her.

A few minute of silent snuggles pass before Natasha tentatively calls “Hey, Dekta.” You answer in an acknowledging hum. “What were you thinking about earlier? You seemed pretty deep in thought.” 

Keeping your gaze on your hands, that are playing with Natasha’s fingers, you answer. “I was just thinking about when I was younger.” Natasha lets out a thoughtful hum, her way of wordlessly asking you to continue. 

“Some kid in my class made fun of me for… well for not having a mom. Told me it was my fault she left and that my dad would be better off without me.” Natasha brings her hand up to draw patterns on your back with her fingers while you talk, her way of letting you know that she is listening. “I think I was only around six, maybe seven. Kids… they say things they don’t mean or things they don’t fully understand but…it just really hurt me.” At the mention of someone, even a child from years ago, causing you any sort of hurt you feel Natasha’s hold on you tighten slightly.

“My dad was so patient with me while I was upset about it, even though I refused to tell him what was wrong. I  didn’t talk for days because I was so scared he would say that this kid who didn’t even really know us was right. What I remember most about that time though is that he never once got frustrated with me, just let me know it was okay to feel however I was feeling and that when I was ready he would be there to listen.” Hearing the emotion in your voice Natasha places a kiss to the top of your head, wanting to offer you some comfort. 

“When I finally did tell my dad why I was so upset, he was so understanding. He didn’t get angry at me for acting the way I did, over something I now know is silly. He just let me cry. He held me and reassured me that, no matter what, he would always love me. And he has, you know? He’s always proved to me that he means it when he says he loves me. I know that everything he does, he does for me, for our family and I just- I hate lying to him.” 

Natasha just sits there in silence for a few moments letting your words sink in, all the while continuing the movement of her hand on your back. She’s always known you have a good relationship with your dad. Hearing just how much he really means to you only serves to make her love for you grow, seeing how much you value family. You have only spoken of it a few times but Natasha genuinely can’t wait to have a family of her own with you. If your father, by some miracle, would allow it. Usually not having your fathers blessing would not stand in her way but seeing as much he means to you, it's not something she can do without, for your sake. 

Natasha knows this is hard for you, having a whole part of your life you can’t share with your father. It’s moments like these, when she sees how keeping your relationship a secret from him upsets you, that make her question if you should just tell him. The only thing is, doing so would mean risking losing you and Natasha had come to the conclusion long ago that she didn't want to live a life without you in it. As for you, you didn’t want to be without Natasha either. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to share with your father that you're with someone. That you are happy and in love with someone you know loves you just as equally, someone who treats you the best you have ever been. If this were any other person you were talking about, telling him all those things would make him the happiest, most proud dad in the world. It’s just that, well, it's Natasha. Her and your father know each other well and not in a good way. 

Your Father is one of the most respected and high ranking FBI agents in NYC, a fact that both you and he are very proud of. Natasha on the other hand, is the leader of a well known mafia, based in New York. Those two facts do not mix well together and although you trust your father with your life, you're not sure if you can trust him with Natasha’s and that is a risk you are not willing to take.

When your father had first been assigned to Natasha’s case, it was because her business had been bringing her some negative attention from the law. Bodies were starting to pile up as a result of business deals gone wrong or rival gang members, who didn’t know any better, unknowingly crossing lines with members of Natasha’s. 

Natasha wasn't sloppy, she was the best of the best after all. She just knew that with her reputation, along with the respect she had from not only her own gang members but from members of rival gangs that she was practically untouchable. From both the law and anyone who might want to cause her, or anyone she cared about, any harm. It’s not like Natasha enjoyed the violence that came with her job, she took no pride in the pain that she inflicted on others. It’s just that, in order to keep the respect and peace she had going between not only her gang but others in NY, when gang members crossed lines, put other members or anyone else in harm's way, a price had to be paid. An example to the rest of the gangs of what would happen if they stepped out of line;a warning. 

So really, what your father believed to be a crazed, selfish Mob boss was really just a woman trying to keep people safe the best way she could with the position she’s in. Taking over the family business when her father passed away was never in Natasha’s plans but when she saw how dangerous it would be for her younger sister to step up, Natasha relented. Taking over the business and with it the responsibility and danger of running it. The only thing is, your father never got to see that side of her, only seeing the mess that got left behind every time someone pushed her rules.

What made your father dead set on his plan to take Nat down was that no matter what evidence he found to use against her she would always walk away without so much as a slap on the wrist. Either Natasha’s fancy, expensive lawyer would find a way to get her out of whatever your father had managed to charge her with or the evidence he had gathered would magically go missing, the fact that she was getting away with what he wrongly assumed was her simply enjoying showing off her power and killing drove him mad. Trying to keep a facade of calm Natasha would just sit in the interrogation room, a smile on her face, as your father interrogated her. No matter what he did, or how hard he tried he just couldn't seem to rattle her. Couldn't get her to lose her confidence in being set free, of getting away with “everything she’d done.” That, the fake smug assuredness that she could get away with anything, is what made your father want to take her down more. Underneath it all was a woman who just wanted to be reassured that she was doing the best bit of good she could given her situation. Reassurance you never failed to provide when Natsha needed it.

“Where does he think you are tonight Dekta?” Natasha asks, her voice sounding small. 

You huff out a sad, quiet laugh at that, shaking your head slightly. “He thinks I’m staying at Mikayla’s.” 

Natasha hums in response, tilting her head down at you and giving you a light squeeze. “How about a late night swim Dekta hm? Would that take your mind off of it?” Having had the conversation many times before Natasha knows that what you need most right now is a distraction, something to take your mind away from the thoughts in your head. She’s mentioned the idea of you coming clean to your father about how you are together many times before, each time you shut her down. The reality of your fathers reaction being an unpleasant one is something you do not want to face. 

After taking a couple seconds to think it over a smile forms on your face. “A swim sounds really good right now Nat.”

 Seeing that you are still a little in your own world Natasha adds “It’s a pretty clear night out, Baby. We’ll be able to see the stars while we relax in the pool.” 

Hearing Natasha mention the stars causes a wide smile to slide over your face and let out an excited squeal. Moving quickly to get off the bed you stand and start to playfully pull Natasha from the bed by her arm. “Common Nat lets gooooo!” Laughing lightheartedly at your child-like impatience Natasha shakes her head, moving to stand alongside you. Placing her hands on your shoulders to still you, Natasha looks you in the eye, still giggling to herself as she says, “Wait one sec y/n we have to wait for the water to heat up before we go in. It may be summer time but the pool will still be cold Dekta.” Seeing the pout that instantly lines your face she compromises. “How about I go down now and turn on the heater, you can stay here and get yourself ready. By the time I come back and get ready we can go down together and the water will be warm.” 

“Hmmmm.” You take a second to think it over. “Okay, sounds good. Thank you Nat.” You answer, a grateful smile on your face as you step closer to her, your arms sliding over her shoulders and around her neck. “No problem, my love.” Natasha answers before placing a kiss on your lips and slipping from your arms, making her way toward the bedroom door. Your eyes stay on her until you see her round the corner in the hallway that leads to the staircase. Letting out a sigh of relief you let yourself fall back onto the bed, letting the happiness you feel wash over you. Yes, it had been a long, stressful week but right now you could not be more content. You have an amazing girlfriend who loves you and takes care of you. A girlfriend which you need to get ready to go relax in the pool with. Stretching out your limbs you make a move to get up and go get your swimwear. Reaching out to open the drawer housing your clothes for when you stay here, you stop in your tracks when you hear voices coming from downstairs. Didn’t Nat send all the house workers home for the night? Maybe Bucky came over to update her about work? 

Making your way onto the landing to better hear what's going on you freeze when you hear Natasha’s voice more clearly. “Please. Put the gun down. It doesn't have to be this way.” Feeling your blood run cold you place your hand over your mouth to quieten your labored breathing. 

You want to help. More than anything right now what you want to do is run down those stairs and protect your girlfriend with everything you have. You can’t. Early into your relationship with Natasha she had told you that there may come a day when she gets into “trouble” when you are around and if this were to happen you were to above all keep yourself safe. No matter what. She had made you promise. Deciding the best course of action is to go back upstairs, as quietly as you can, and call Bucky, you make a move to go back. Just as you are about to take your first step you hear the voice of the other person in the room with Nat. Oh God. You know that voice. 

“No. I’m sorry, but it does have to be this way.”

No no no no no. You know that voice, he shouldn’t be here. How can he be here?

“Please.” You hear Natasha say again, she sounds scared. 

Without even thinking you leap from your position on the stairs and take off running towards the voices. Once you make it into the room with the two other people you slide to a stop in front of Natasha, putting your body between hers and the person holding the gun. Everything after that seemed to move just a bit slower than normal. You feel Natsha’s hands on you, trying to push you behind her but you stand your ground, keeping your eyes locked with the man pointing the weapon at your girlfriend and now you. He falters for a moment when his eyes reach yours, regaining his composure once he realizes his stance. 

“Y/n?” The man asks, shock clear in his voice. “What are you doing here?” He demands, looking at Natasha with an angry and accusatory look in his eyes. His weapon still aimed right at her. 

“Dad." You start, your voice shaking slightly. "Put the gun down."

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Part Two

A/n - I think I’m gonna write a part two to this and possibly some Drabbles if anyones interested.

Hope you guys liked it and as always feedback is welcome n appreciated :)