Being Ignored By People Because I Request Muslim Y/N Is My Favorite Thing On Earth (note The Sarcasm)

Fuck now I have no reason to be exited on Saturday 🥹😢

Enamored [47] - The End

A.N: And the last chapter❤ I cannot thank you enough for your wonderful support throughout the story my loves, ILYSM ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Everyone finds their home, sooner or later.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 5700

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The morning of the ball was nothing if not complete chaos.

It felt as if nothing would be completely ready by the time for the ball to start, even though you had basically stayed up until dawn to make sure you hadn’t overlooked anything. You barely had any time to eat or sit down during the day and instead spent the whole time either in the ballroom or in the yard but now that you were looking at the result—

It looked absolutely amazing.

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Stating a petition so people stop writing love triangle… why choose when you can go to Paris 🙃

Run These Streets {5} || Street Racer!Bucky

Summary: With a new car and a new found freedom, Bucky is ready to take back his streets. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, fem rec oral) WC: 2.3k

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“I’m gonna be in jeans all damn summer.” Bucky grumbled after the ankle monitor was unlocked and dropped in the probation officer's bag. “Look at this tan line.”

“I didn’t think you could even tan.” You giggled behind your hand as he massaged the free limb and scoffed. “Pretty sure I’ve only ever seen you burn.”

After signing a few documents Bucky walked his probation officer to his car on the street and grinned when his sneakers hit the pavement, something he hadn’t been able to do for months. You couldn’t help laughing as he punched the air triumphantly and stuck his tongue out. It was like a window to the past seeing him so excited, for a second Bucky was 17 again. 

“Wanna take a road trip to Miami?” He asked suddenly. “Plenty of rich kids down there to sell the Cali to.”

You looked at the candy red Ferrari parked in the garage and pouted. “It was kind of growing on me.”

“You said that about the Supra too.” He smirked. “What happened to eww it’s an import!”

 “First off, I don’t sound like that.” You said before pausing. “And…I don’t have a comeback to that.”

His fingers were already twirling the keys that he had pulled from his pocket as he waited for you to give him an answer.

“This is what you want to do with your newfound freedom? Drive for 20 hours.” You reconfirmed, his eager nod making him look so young and innocent that you immediately caved and agreed. “Fine, but you should invite Steve and Hannah along too. He’s been dying to see you wearing more than just boxers.”

He laughed as he pulled you into his arms, shaking his head at the reminder of the many days on home detention where he couldn’t be bothered getting dressed. “Bullshit, Steve’s always enjoyed perving up on this.”

“I can understand the appeal.” You said as you bit your lip and trailed your eyes over his body. “But I always did feel like a third wheel in your bromance.”

“Fuck I’m sexy.” Bucky stated boldly as he walked into the room with a pair of bright red heart shaped sunglasses. “I am rocking this look.”

“I’d say you’re a solid 8.” Steve said seriously before going back to plugging in his PlayStation in your tv. 

“Will you stop going through my closet?” You huffed as you tried to take the silly glasses back but Bucky’s lanky height towered over you. “I have things in there.”

“I know.” He smirked as he watched you try and fail to reach the cheap costume glasses, his eyes fixated on the lace of your bra peeking out of your top with each jump. “I wish our school had a uniform like the one you have.”

“Bucky…” You growled, forgetting the glasses as his words caught Steve’s attention and his head popped up from behind the tv. “That was a halloween costume and that is all I will say on the matter. I’m going to do my homework and pretend you don’t exist okay.”

“Goodluck with that, doll.” He winked, shoving the sunglasses atop his head and dropping onto the couch as Steve tossed him a controller. “What’d you get this week?”

“Gran Turismo.” Steve said as he sat on the floor in front of Bucky. 

“Again?” Bucky chuckled. “Just give up already, you can’t beat me.”

Steve didn’t answer as he concentrated on picking the car and race track that might give him an advantage.

Every Friday night was the same, staying up until dawn playing video games, eating junk food and planning extravagant adventures that would likely never happen. The only thing that changed was whose house you were at. This week was your turn to host since Steve’s mom was sick and Bucky’s dad was on an Army training exercise.

After closing your books and packing them away for school on Monday, you fell across the couch, kicking your feet up on the armrest and laying your head on Bucky’s lap. His arms came down around you without missing a turn on the track and your heart beat rapidly as you watched how his fingers moved across the controller.

“Alright, I’m tired of spanking your ass Rogers. Tell me you brought another game.” Bucky teased as he won yet another race and dropped the controller so he could rest a hand on your waist. 

“My turn.” Steve chuckled, holding the plastic cover up. “Call of Duty.”

Bucky grinned as he sat up a little straighter and your pillow shifted until he was in the prime position to play the new game. “You’re on.” 

“What’s the point of this?” You asked as they ran around like headless chickens, shooting anyone they came across including each other. “You’re on the same team.”

“So?” Steve laughed. “He can’t get more points if he’s busy respawning. Fuck!”

Steve dropped the controller as his half of the screen turned red and replayed the killshot, Bucky’s abs bouncing against you as he tried not to laugh too hard. 

“You were saying, punk?” Bucky teased, before patting your side to get you to sit up so he could pull you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and he placed your hands on his so you were holding the controller with him. “This is how you aim and this is the trigger.”

“I think I should stick to racing games.” You growled as you died once again. “Sorry, I’m ruining your stats.”

“Ugh, don’t apologise to him, just keep playing,” Steve begged. “I’m only one kill away from winning.”

You could never understand how a man could pack so light or fast but Bucky was ready to go in minutes with the necessities; a bottle of whiskey, a change of clothes and some cash left over from the sale of the Supra. With your bag finally packed and sitting with Bucky’s in the trunk of the Ferari, you were heading to Steve’s house where he was waiting outside practically chomping at the bit to get in the car along with Hannah.

“Do you know how long I have been dreaming of this road trip?” He grinned as he climbed in the back. “This is how we should have spent the summer of senior year. It’s not like those college visits did us any good.”

You laced your hand with Bucky’s as he wove through the traffic to get on the interstate south. It was a beautiful day for a road trip, the sun was shining and a tepid breeze blew through the windows that were down. Steve had made it his mission to steal the auxiliary cord and plug his phone in to control the music despite knowing the lifelong rule that whoever rides shotgun is in charge but he had fallen asleep somewhere around Richmond, Virginia, Hannah soon following after laying her head on his shoulder. 

Bucky looked more content than you had seen him in months and the carefree smile was something you had sorely missed. Everything about him looked perfect and you couldn’t help taking a photo to capture the moment as he rested his arm along the open window and slapped the steering wheel in time to the beat of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song. 

Tossing your phone back in the centre console, you placed your hand on Bucky’s thigh and watched the terrain go by in a blur. Your thumb massaged the denim material mindlessly, slowly creeping closer up his leg without any conscious thought. It wasn’t until you reached the crease of his pocket that he cleared his throat and you looked across to see him smirking down at your hand and you froze. 

“You should be concentrating on the road, Barnes.”

 “You know, I am trying to focus…” He groaned. “But I can’t deny that it doesn’t feel good. Keep going, please.”

You looked over your shoulder and found Steve’s mouth open as he snored with Hannah in a similar state. Satisfied they were fast asleep, you teased your fingers over the fly of his jeans and watched him take a sharp intake of breath. The sound sent a bolt of lightning to your core and you crossed your legs to ease the friction that was suddenly as necessary as air to survive. 

From the throaty chuckle he gave you knew he had noticed your reaction and reached over to run this thumb along your neck. “I love how your pulse races for me…”

“You better find a motel for the night.” You warned as you caught his hand and brought it down to the apex of your thighs. “I need you.”

The rev of the car woke Steve and he sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around and spotted the sign for Virginia Beach. 

“Sunset on the beach…romantic.” He grinned, waking up Hannah as Bucky pulled into the first motel that had a vacancy sign. “This dump, not so much.”

“You’ve slept in worse places.” You teased as you grabbed your handbag and followed Bucky to the reception.

Bucky’s lips were on yours before the door to the room even closed, the bags getting dropped unceremoniously beside a second before he dragged you to the bed. 

“You get off on teasing me don’t you doll.” Bucky moaned as he unwrapped you with all the vigour of a child at Christmas. “Getting my blood pumping.”

You sighed longingly as his lips left a trail of fire down your collarbone and over the soft flesh of your breasts. “What can I say, I love where it leads.”

Your squeal of surprise filled the room when Bucky suddenly fell back on the bed and pulled you with him but you quickly recovered as you straddled his hips. Bucky’s large hands guided your body down on his and your head fell back with a moan as he filled you.

“You feel so good baby.” He moaned as you rolled your hips and teased your nipples, pinching and rolling them to stiff peaks as he watched on hungrily. “Lemme taste ‘em.”

He pushed your hands aside so he could suck your nipple into his mouth, his tongue soft and warm like a velvet dream that left your core tightening around him. The need to climax spurred you to move faster, the cheap headboard and the spring mattress bumping and squeaking with every movement. You bit your lip as you tried to stay quiet, not wanting to add to the noise knowing who it was on the other side of the wall, but it was mission impossible and you cried out when Bucky thrust up into you.

Quiet moans echoed through the wall and you shook your head as if you could shake away the knowledge of what Steve and Hannah were doing. Bucky smirked as he heard them too and he flipped you over, the glint of his competitive nature bleeding into his eyes as he pulled out.

“Bucky, please…” you whined as your pussy ached to be filled by him again.

“Patience sweetheart.” He chuckled as he settled between your legs. “I didn’t get to say hello to my best girl.”

Stars shattered your vision until the outdated wallpaper was replaced by a galaxy and you cried out as his tongue delved between your slit with a kiss he usually savoured to dominate your mouth. Your legs squirmed from the sparks that jolted down them but Bucky’s hands held you tight and kept you from wriggling away. You were so close to coming and he could feel it as your clit bounced over his tongue.

“Oh god, Bucky!” 

Bucky crawled up your body, kissing the soft skin along your belly, stopping to give some love to the breasts he salivated for until he got to your lips. “I love you.”

Your words were lost in a moan as he filled you and hooked your leg over his hip. Bucky’s eyes were practically glowing in the reflection of the neon sign outside the window and you were enamoured by the love they held for you. If only you had listened to your gut all those years ago, you could have saved both of you a lot of time and heartache. 

“I love you too.”

His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled the kind of smile that left your stomach somersaulting and your pussy clenching. He always smiled when you said those words, like he was still surprised that you would say them to him. 

You took his hand and laced your fingers with his as his slow strokes turned frantic, every thrust aimed at the sweet spot that left your head spinning. The room was filled with heady moans and the delicious sounds of your bodies joining in a heated dance, an overload to your aural senses of the best kind. Heat spread across your skin until you were slick with a sheen of sweat and the elastic band in your core snapped, sending your body convulsing beneath his touch.

“Bucky!” You whined as he kept his relentless pass and chased his own release. “Oh fuck.”

Bucky shuddered as he buried himself to the hilt and let a deep growl claw out from chest before collapsing atop you, his lips pressing gentle kissing to your racing pulse.

“We should shower and get ready to go.” Bucky murmured as he reluctantly sat up.

“Go where?” You asked as you caught him and pulled him back, still not finished with his cuddles.

“I can’t handle 14 more hours of Steve’s music.” He smirked, dragging you up with him and letting him lead you to the shower. “They have got to get their own ride and I know the perfect place to win one.”

God I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !

You cannot imagine how this mad me happy from the moment I started reading I had a smile on my face !! It feels so good to read something that I can relate to a 100% !

(Also I’m sorry for reading it so late I had a busy day but I was so exited when I saw the notification)

I cannot explain how grateful I am for this ! THANK YOUUU

It was perfect 🤩

Heeey babeee !! I wanted to ask something but only if you are comfortable writing about it

Bucky with Muslim reader and like him kinda learning about it because you know the 40’s and like maybe him being confused at first and like with time he learns about it and start doing things for the reader to make it easy on her

(Idk if this ask makes sens I’m kinda scared to send it because when I ask for Muslim reader people just ignore me )

Since it’s almost Ramadan I have based it around this ❤️ Thank you for entrusting me with this, I hope you enjoy it xx No warnings just sweet Bucky and fluffiness!

Ramadan with Bucky

The kitchen was busier than usual, then again most days were busier than usual with half the population suddenly reappearing. There were twice as many hungry mouths to feed and yet the volunteer numbers had dropped off to take care of their own families who had returned. Not one to complain, you worked twice as fast to dish up plates of food for the people desperate for what could possibly be the only meal they had that day.

“Heads up, your boyfriend’s here.” Your friend nudged you as she nodded her head to the door.

You looked up and smiled as Bucky made his way through the crowd, a few of the veterans stopping him to shake hands until he reached the table you were set up at. He pulled on a pair of gloves and squeezed through the other volunteers, asking to swap places until he was next to you and in charge of putting a bread roll on each plate that went by. You hadn’t been sure he would actually come when you first invited him but a year later he was still there every week, albeit when hero duty called.

The day Bucky moved into the building you had been living in was the day everything changed for you. His company seemed to make everything better no matter how rough your day was, even before you got to talking just a smile across the hall could make all the difference. It had taken him weeks to summon the courage and talk to you until one day when you both arrived at the building door at the same time.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me but do you want to go to lunch?” He asked nervously. “With me, um, obviously.”

You had chuckled as he tipped his head back and whispered ‘seriously, Bucky” to himself before you shook your head. “I would love to but I can’t right now, it’s Ramadan.”

His eyebrows pinched together at the unfamiliar word and he fidgeted with his house keys. “Uh, yeah it’s no worries. I get it.”

“You have no idea, do you?”

He shook his head with a shy smile. “I have no idea, but I would love to hear you tell me about it.”

That was a year ago and Bucky had come so far.

“Ramadan mubarak.”

His greeting warmed your heart and you felt your neck heating up under your hijab as you returned the greeting. “Has Sam been giving you lessons?”

“He tried but apparently I’m not very good at listening to him. At least that's what I think he said.”

His lopsided grin left you disarmed and it wasn’t until your friend nudged you that you remembered what you were doing and handed another plate of food over with an apology.

“I was thinking, you should invite your family over for iftar.” You nearly dropped the plate you were holding at his suggestion. “It’s closer to the mosque from our place anyway.”

“Are you sure?” You asked between handing over plates. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I’m sure, doll. It’s your religion, a part of who you are. Plus, I think it’s time I met your family. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“Of course I do.” You assured him with a smile. “I’d really like that.”

You were exhausted as you walked up the many flights of steps to your apartment, the first week of fasting leaving you tired at the end of the day. Thankfully Bucky was with you, carrying your bags and promising you that you were almost at the top as he helped you with his arm around your back. He took your keys and unlocked the door, getting you settled on the couch while he hung your bag behind the door.

“Get some rest, doll.” Bucky said as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

He draped the blanket from the back of your couch over your body as you nestled into the cushions to have a rest before it was time for iftar. You could still remember his confusion last year when you had explained Ramadan. He had grown up during the Great Depression and found it difficult to understand why you would fast when he had first hand felt the hunger pains of a home empty of food. After listening to your explanation and asking a few questions of his own, he had understood and wanted to help make the month long celebration easier for you.

“I forgot to say,” Bucky’s voice startled you as the door opened and you hadn’t expected him to come back to your apartment until sunset so you had removed your hijab, “I went to the market earlier. Oh, sorry!”

He spun around, facing his own apartment door as you pulled the blanket over your head to protect your modesty with a squeak and you repinned the material in place, checking your hair was all tucked away before lowering the blanket.

“I should have knocked, shit, I’m sorry.” He dropped his head.

“It was an accident.” You gave him a small smile so he would relax a bit and nodded to the bag in his hand as you stood up. “What’s that?”

“Oh, yeah I went to the market and got you some fresh dates.” He said holding it up. “I figure like most things they have to be better when they are fresh.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” You said as your voice threatened to break at the sweet thought. “I invited my parents over tonight, I hope you don’t mind, they sounded really excited. My father wanted to know if you would come with us to the mosque after dinner.”

“I don’t think I would be welcome in any holy place.” His lips pulled into a sad smile. “The things I did as the Winter Soldier…”

“If any one does evil or wrongs his own soul but afterwards seeks God’s forgiveness, he will find God Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful.” You recited as you took his metal hand in his. “You are welcome but only come if you are comfortable. There are lots of people who come and observe during Ramadan, you wouldn’t be alone.”

“Wouldn’t I be with you?” He frowned, he always walked you there and waited outside but what went on inside the mosque was still something of a mystery to him.

“Women have a separate space for prayer.”

“So you father was-”

“Wanting to spend time with you.” You grinned. “That’s a good thing.”

“Ok.” He nodded, his back straightening as his resolve set in. “I can do this, it’ll be good.”

“You’ve got this.” You said with a squeeze to his hand. “I’m sure you’ve met plenty of women's parents in your 107 years.”

“Never, actually.” He laughed as he pulled you into a hug. “In my day we only met parents if we were serious or thinking about proposing.”

“I’m glad you think this is serious.”

“I’ve never been so serious in my life.” He admitted softly. “Imagine if Steve could see me now. He would love you, but probably think you are too kind for my surliness.”

“You’re not surly, ok, not so much anymore.” You said as you stifled a yawn.

“Get some rest, I won’t distract you anymore.” He said as he released you from the hug.

“I’ll see you later, right?” You asked as he opened your door. “When mom and dad get here?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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I just saw while reading this again that I never rebloged it ! What a mistake this is a masterpiece!! Perfect as always

hiya love!!

a bucky x reader idea i think you’d pull off with your amazing writing 😘

i thought of it in 2 different au’s, one more regency type and one that’s mafia/mob (personally leaning more towards mafia). the reader is currently in an arranged marriage with a husband who has gambled all their money away and now is in debt with the wrong people (aka buck).

the twist in this is that bucky and the winter solider are a split personality and often switch between the two. winter deals with the more gory and dirty work of leading the mafia and bucky deals with the parts such as mingling, the business deals, etc. winter is willing to forgive the husbands debt in exchange for the reader. reader pretty much hates her husband and while she’s scared to meet the head of the mafia and essentially become his property, she slowly learns about bucky and winter and grows to love them both and gets treated as the queen she deserves.

Thank you nonnie! This is such a cool idea and was so fun to write ❤️ I hope you enjoy it!

Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt.1]

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mafia typical threat of violence, could be considered dark! to start with since it's technically kidnapping and then technically cheating WC: 4.4k ... I got carried away

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You stared blankly at the cashier wondering if this was some sort of sick joke. “Try it again, something is obviously wrong with your system.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, your card has been declined.” She said as she handed the card back. “Insufficient funds.”

You could feel the judgement radiating off the people in the line behind you and your face flushed with embarrassment, this had never happened before. Swiping the card from her fingers you stormed out of the grocery store and already had your phone to your ear.

Your heart stilled as the bank manager repeated what the previous person had already told you, but you still couldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t normally be so rude but your life was crumbling apart and you just didn’t have the capacity to be polite at that moment. With shaking hands you hung up and pounded your fist into the steering wheel with a scream.

“Hey Siri, call Asshole.”

“Calling Asshole.”

You buckled your seatbelt across you as the dial tone filled the speakers in the car and you were merging with traffic as the call connected to your husbands phone.

“How the fuck could you go and do that!” You screamed as he answered.

“Look, it’s fine, I’m sorting it out.”

“It’s fine?” You laughed humorlessly. “I couldn’t buy our damn groceries! That’s not fine! If my parents knew-”

“You’re parents don’t give a fuck about you. Shit, they couldn’t get rid of you fast enough. Who do you think arranged this marriage?” He sneered. “Look, I’ve got to go, I’m a bit busy to deal with your shit too. Just don’t go home if you like living, not until I get this guy's money back.”

Your car slammed to a stop as four blacked out SUVs closed in around you and panic gripped your throat. Traffic honked their horns as the road was blocked but they soon fell silent as the doors opened and men piled out. The last one that stepped out held himself differently from the rest and he leisurely buttoned his suit jacket as if the city ran on his schedule.

“Who else’s money did you piss away?” You whispered only to find the call had been disconnected and you felt the blood draining from your face.

You couldn’t move as your car idled and the man stalked his way towards you, eyes hidden by the designer sunglasses he wore. He looked like he was better suited to walking a runway than the dirty streets of New York but there he was making his way closer to you, the flash of a gun peeking from his hip with every step until he came to a stop beside your door. His knuckles rapped on your window and you trembled as you wondered whether you could just not open the door, maybe you would wake up from this nightmare any second.

“This will go a lot smoother if you just open the door, doll.” He said as he pulled his sunglasses off and pierced you with his ice blue eyes.

Your fingers turned the key and the engine fell silent before you slipped them between your knuckles. You tried to gather every ounce of courage you had as you unlocked the door and he pulled it open, his other hand offered out to you. You brushed it aside and stepped out yourself, ignoring the smirk he held when he saw your keys like a spiked knuckle duster in your fist.

“You have more guts than that poor excuse of a man you married.” He said with a Brooklyn accent.

“A slug has more guts than him.” You fired back.

His laugh was echoed by his guards but he was the one that held you captive and his smile disarmed you. You hadn’t expected the infamous New York mob boss to be so charming, or young for that matter. Most you had seen in the news were old men, well past their prime.

His hand unfurled your fist and took your keys, tossing them to one of his men before his hand came to rest on your lower back, guiding you to his Lincoln. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“That’s not a question is it?”

His lips tipped up as he looked down at you and he shook his head. “No, you have no choice in what happens from here.”

The charm was gone in an instant and the chilling dread seeped back in your bones as he held his door open for you, hand urging you to move with the promise he had the strength to throw you inside if you didn’t move. Stepping up into the luxury SUV left his hand sliding down over your ass and you swore you heard him inhale sharply before his touch was gone.

“Where to, Mr Barnes?”

His eyes flicked to yours before he looked back to the rearview mirror his driver was facing and waiting for an answer. “Home.”

You watched the driver's eyebrows pinch together but he didn't say anything as he pulled away from the street, letting the traffic resume behind him.

“You should put your seatbelt on, doll.” Mr Barnes said as he looked over your body.

“At this point I don’t see what difference it makes.” You sighed, resigned to your fate. “I’m not stupid, I have heard the stories about you Mr Barnes. I figure I am dead either way.”

He sighed and reached over your body, his rich cologne filling your senses as he grabbed your belt and buckled it in. “You can call me Bucky.”

“I could call you a lot of things.” You whispered under your breath as you turned to watch the busy streets go by, slowly finding the city giving way to the more open landscape of Upstate New York. “You know, if you are planning on using me to get your money back it won’t work.”

“And why is that?” Bucky asked curiously, having watched you the entire length of the journey.

“He doesn’t care about me.” You broke away from where you had been watching his reflection in your window and looked him dead in the eye. “He is probably glad to see me gone.”

His eyes stared into yours, almost inhumanly still as they tried to draw the thoughts straight from your head. “You actually believe that.”

“Our parents arranged our marriage, it wasn’t something we, well I, had any choice in.” You turned back to the window, unable to hold his intense stare any longer and silence fell back over the car as you wondered where the Eastern European lilt suddenly came from.

The convoy of cars pulled up at an impressive set of gates and it was the only way you could see where you were heading as the rest was hidden by high brick walls that surrounded the property. The driveway seemed impossibly long as it snaked through a woodland that seemed straight out of A. A. Milne's stories and you found your breath misting up the window as you leant in to have a closer look.

You looked back at Bucky to see if he was as enamoured by the view as you were but he was busy typing away on his phone, probably desensitised to the sight since it was his home. You were caught watching him and the way he bit his lip as he concentrated on whatever message or email he was composing that you missed the first impression of seeing his home come into view.

“I thought you were enjoying the scenery.” He murmured without looking up from his phone and you startled as you spun your head to turn away only to find the car coming to a stop outside the grand home.

“Holy shit.” You whispered at the sight. “I imagined you would be taking me to a damp warehouse with chains hanging from the rafters.”

He barked a laugh as he pocketed his phone. “I can always arrange that for you, kukolka.”

You weren’t imagining the change in his accent this time and you were still left sitting in the car confused when he made it to your side and opened the door. “I have business to take care of. Get out.”

You hit the red button on the buckle and scrambled out of the car at the sharp tone, looking around the empty pathway and deciding whether you should make an attempt to run or not.

“The closest neighbour is 32 miles in that direction.” Bucky said as he pointed to the west. “The dogs would track you before you even got halfway there, that is if the guards on perimeter duty didn’t shoot you first.”

You swallowed at the thought and let the idea of running fall into the recesses of your mind. “Why did you bring me here?”

His eyes seemed to darken as he chewed that lip of his once again. “I don’t know.”

He turned on his heel and made his way up the stone steps, a snap of his fingers urging you to catch up and you eyed the rolling green pasture once more before following him. You nearly lost him as he turned down a hall but his voice called your name and you turned the corner to find him in a large open kitchen that was almost bigger than your house.

“Drink?” He asked as he opened a cabinet lined with spirits.

“Why not.” You shrugged and took a seat in front of him. “How much does he owe you?”

Bucky placed a cocktail in front of you, not even asking what you preferred but somehow getting it right. “10.”

“Thousand?”

“Million.”

You choked on your drink at the thought of trying to pay it back. “Why the hell would you loan someone $10 million!”

He shrugged. “Because I can.”

You emptied your drink in two gulps and slid the glass back to him, begging him to refill it as you dropped your head to the cool marble countertop. “What a business model.”

“It’s money laundering, doll, sometimes we lose.”

“Boohoo, you lost some money.” You mocked as the alcohol hit your empty stomach. “I’m the one probably going to lose my life because of it.”

“Not many people would dare mock me, kukolka.” He said as he rounded the island and spun your bar stool around to cage you between it and his body. “Are you fearless or stupid?”

“It would be stupid to be fearless.” His lips tipped up at your wise words and he decided you definitely were not stupid but you certainly were brave as you leant in closer so your lips were almost touching his skin. “You can launder money digitally without losing.”

“And how would you do that?”

“If I tell you, there’s no reason to keep me alive.” You said as you leant back and grabbed your drink, taking a sip as he tried to determine if you were lying or not.

“I can think of a few reasons to keep you alive, kukolka.”

The lick of his lips sent your heart racing and for the first time it wasn’t in fear. Your legs tried to close to give you some friction but you found Bucky had stepped between them and he smirked as he felt them twitch against his thighs.

“Bucky?” You asked breathlessly, placing your glass down with a trembling hand.

“Call me Winter.”

Your head tipped to the side as you saw the shade of blue darker than before. The frown lines disappeared as the colder personality came to the surface. It made sense now, Bucky was the charming businessman, Winter was anything but. Still, the passive face and the cold eyes set something alight within you and you couldn’t deny the fact it was something you had imagined you would have with your husband but it never came.

“Winter.” You tasted his name on your tongue, enjoying the way his eyes followed your lips as they moved.

The moment hung as he stared at your lips and you could hardly breathe as you waited for him to make his choice and much to your disappointment he stepped back, his eyes fading back to the paler blue.

“How many people know?” You asked as he ran a hand through his dark hair and refilled his glass.

“No one.” He growled, emptying the drink in one breath and throwing the glass to shatter against the wall. “Fuck!”

He grabbed your arm and you had to almost run to keep up with his pace as he climbed the staircase and led you down another hall. He reached into his pocket as he stopped outside a door and unlocked it, pushing it open and shoving you inside before closing it. The sound of the lock echoed around the huge silent room and you sighed as you leant back against the door, the small bump on the other side letting you know he was mirroring your pose.

“Your secret is safe with me, Bucky.” You said since you were sure he was listening. “I have no one to tell even if I wanted to anyway.”

His footsteps retreated down the hall and you were left to explore the room you had been confined to.

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The door creaked open and a slither of light illuminated your dark room before the door closed once again, his barely audible footsteps padding across the room to where you lay. You hadn’t been able to bring yourself to climb into the enormous bed for fear of it swallowing you whole and getting lost in the mountain of pillows, opting to curl up on the loveseat instead. It didn't matter, you couldn’t get to sleep anyway.

“You should be asleep, kukolka, it’s late.” Winter murmured as he snaked his arms under you and carried you to the bed.

“I’m in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by armed men that I don’t know or trust.” You replied with a stifled yawn. “I can’t sleep.”

“No one here will hurt you, I promise.” He said as he laid you down on the soft sheets and climbed in beside you. “I’ll make sure of that.”

“What about Bucky?” You asked quietly as you rolled on your side to face him.

“He doesn’t want you harmed.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

Winter had been coming to your room every night since you arrived here and sometimes he would even use your bathroom to wash away the blood that caught under his nails. You never asked him about it and he never offered but you knew he was who the stories were about, the mob boss who was ruthless and cutthroat, it was Winter. For some reason he never scared you as he sat quietly in the corner of your room, watching you sleep only to disappear before you woke. This was the first night he joined you in your bed.

“How long am I going to be kept here?” You asked as you watched his chest slowly rise and fall while he stared at the dark chandelier. “He’s never going to be able to pay back the $10 million he owes, if that’s what you are waiting for.”

“I know.” His hair fell over his face as he turned to face you and you brushed it back so you could see his eyes even in the low light, they somehow glowed.

“So what, I am just your prisoner here until you get bored of me.”

His eyes hardened and his hand reached out to cup your cheek, the slight pressure ensuring you couldn’t look away even if you wanted. “You think of this as your prison?”

You sighed and shook your head, in all honesty it was more like living at a luxury resort. You were catered for by an amazing chef, spent your days beside the pool with a book from the vast library and occasionally had a visit from Winter or Bucky. Everyone else left you alone, barely even making eye contact with you as they roamed the mansion with their rifles hanging from their shoulders. That was the only thing that left you ill at ease.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You said as your cheek warmed under his touch. “I just miss reality, I miss going out. Don’t get me wrong, the clothes you bought me are lovely but…”

You looked at the closet that was full of designer clothes that had arrived the day after you had, they were expensive and pretty but there was nothing comfortable. You thought you had offended Winter when he rose from your bed and left the room, his absence making it even darker than before, and you wanted to follow with an apology. With a heavy sigh you fell back into the pillows and threw one over your head.

It wasn’t until the pillow was ripped away that you found Winter standing over you with a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt in his hands. “I want you to be comfortable here.”

You sat up and took the clothes with a smile. “Thank you, Win.”

“Win?”

“You don’t like it? I figured you have your nickname for me, I should have one for you.”

“I’ve never had a nickname before.” He said as his head tilted slightly to the side, his tell when he was confused, much like Bucky’s frown lines.

“Well, now you do. Close your eyes.”

He didn’t follow your order but you weren’t surprised. There was no one that could give Winter or Bucky an order, they would only do something if they wanted to. Grabbing the silk hem of the Victoria’s Secret nightgown you had been given you pulled it over your head and replaced it with Winter’s shirt. The cotton was soft and it held a hint of his scent as well as the fresh linen scent the housekeepers used doing the laundry.

“Are you going to come back in?” You asked as he stayed frozen beside your bed, jaw ticking as he clenched it.

“Probably not a good idea.”

Your fingers played with the edge of the shirt that barely covered your thighs, the hint of your lace panties peeking out the bottom with every little movement as desire pooled in your core. “Please.”

The word had barely left your lips before he captured them with his own. You fell back into the pillows with a sigh as he pushed you back to graze his teeth down your neck.

“I can’t be gentle, kukolka, I just need to feel you.” Winter growled low in your ear.

“I don’t want you to be gentle.” You moaned as his fingers brushed your panties aside and slipped between your slick folds. “I want you to fuck me.”

You gasped as he ripped the material away and pushed a second finger in curling them up as he palmed over your clit, soft moans escaping your parted lips. Your hands worked through the first two buttons before your patience ran out and you tore his shirt open, the white buttons getting lost among the sheets. The soft moonlight gave you just enough light to see the defined muscles that shaped his body and you dragged your nails down the hard planes as he tensed beneath your touch.

“Sorry about your shirt.”

Your hand dipped beneath his pants and his breath hissed as your fingers wrapped around his hard length, a moan quickly following. “No you’re not.”

Your touch was failing as his fingers brought you closer to bliss and you instead tried to focus on freeing him from his pants, the expensive material finally falling away and he crawled onto the bed. His fingers never let up as he knelt between your legs, and he sat back on his heels as nudged your legs wider to watch his effect on you. His eyes were almost black as he watched his fingers disappearing into your core and you pushed your shirt up to your neck to massage your breasts, teasing him as you teased yourself.

“Fuck, kukolka, I have to take you.” He moaned as you pinched and rolled your nipples, his fingers disappearing a second before his head split your folds and buried himself inside you.

Your head tipped back with a cry at the sudden fullness and your fingers clawed at his chest for some purchase. His body echoed yours, head falling back and back arching so he pushed even deeper within you, stretching you with a delicious burn that left you wanting more. You barely had time to adjust to his size before he was slamming his hips against yours and pushing your knees to your chest.

“Yesyesyes.” You cried as your cunt clenched around him, teetering on the edge of bliss. “Oh god, please don’t stop, Win.”

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He groaned as you tightened under his touch, his thumb slipping between you to press against your bundle of nerves.

You were so far gone that his thumb pushed you over the edge, your head spinning as your body was thrown to the clouds to drift weightlessly as he rode through your orgasm. A growl of pure masculinity tore from his throat as your pussy gripped him and you felt the warmth of his cum fill you but still he didn’t stop. He let your knees fall away so he could get closer to you, pressing his chest to yours and tracing your jaw with his soft lips. Your fingers laced in his hair and your tongue danced with his as he slowed his furious pace to longer, slower strokes that almost left you empty before he filled you again.

When he pulled away his eyes were no longer dark and he pressed his forehead to yours as his hand pulled your leg higher up his. The new angle sent a fresh wave of heat in your belly and you moaned against his cheek as you rolled your hips up to his.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m gonna cum again.” You panted as your eyes screwed shut at the mounting pleasure.

“Hmm, wanna feel you cum all over my cock, doll.”

His mouth ate the moans that attempted to fill the air and you could no longer tell where your body ended and his began. You were merely a single writhing entity working towards mutual bliss and when his mouth found the sweet spot along your neck the elastic band in your core snapped. Your legs trembled harder than the beat of your heart and your eyes rolled back in your head as your back arched off the bed with a cry.

“Fuck, that’s it, doll.” He praised as his elbows caged you between them and he looked down the length of your body, watched his cock being swallowed by your dripping cunt. “You take it all so well. Gonna fill you up real good.”

You could barely comprehend the meaning behind his words, just the way he spoke kept sending waves of aftershocks down your legs until his hips snapped forward and he stayed buried, shooting more hot ropes of cum inside you with a deeply satisfied moan. He collapsed against your chest, keeping most of his weight on his elbows so he didn’t hurt you but still laying close enough that you could feel each other's racing hearts.

“You look good in my clothes.” He murmured as he rolled to the side and pulled your shirt back down. “Might have to burn everything else.”

“You would too.” You chuckled and rolled into his open arms with a sigh. “Seems a waste to just have them hanging there but it’s not like I have anywhere to wear them.”

His eyes were blinking slowly as his fingers drew circles across your hip. “I wanna take you out. We could go somewhere nice, just the two of us, once I deal with your husband.”

The mention of that asshole had you rolling out of the bed and walking to the bathroom, you did not want to think of him after the best sex in years. You didn’t even wait for the water to heat fully before pulling his shirt over your head and stepping under the tepid spray. It didn’t take long for another body to join you and you looked over your shoulder to find which Barnes it was you were with.

“Winter wants you for himself, he’s ready to wipe the debt if your husband agrees to an annulment.” Bucky said as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“And what about you?”

“There’s something about you, how you see us, it’s something we have never had before.” He murmured softly as he tipped your head to the side and kissed your neck. “No one dares talk to us like you do, doll, it’s infuriating, and hot as fuck. I want more. I want you too.”

You had resigned yourself to the fact you would spend your life trapped in a miserable marriage but here was this miracle offering you a way out. You could only imagine the dangers that came with getting in bed with a mob boss but it wasn’t too long ago that you had come face to face with the scariest man in New York and now you were sleeping with him. It had worked out pretty well in your eyes so you turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I want you too, both of you.”

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Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt2]

Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Now that you are a permanent fixture in Bucky and Winter's life they treat you as their queen. Have mercy on anyone who disrespects their queen. Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mafia typical threat of violence WC: 2864

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When you had been asked to pack a bag for a night away, you had thought you were going somewhere further than New York City. The confusion had been clear on your face as your driver parked outside a gated brownstone, but before you could ask why you were there the front door opened to reveal Bucky. His usual business attire had been ditched in exchange for a dark blue cashmere sweater that set his eyes alight and the way it hugged his chest had you itching to run your hands over it.

The only sign that he wasn’t as relaxed as he tried to appear was the crystal tumbler of whiskey hanging from his fingertips and the way his hair tipped to one side, the result of his fingers constantly brushing through the strands. Your driver was at your side and opening the door just as Bucky cleared the gate and you stepped onto the pavement and into his waiting arms. He may have only been gone one day but it was more than enough to have missed his presence at home.

“I’m so glad to see you, doll.” Bucky whispered quietly into your ear as his eyes scanned the street. “Let’s get inside.”

Whatever timeless age the outside held was gone the moment you stepped over the threshold. High ceilings and open spaces were modernised and surprisingly minimalist compared to the decor of the mansion upstate, but it was just as stunning. Bucky’s hand was low on your back as he guided you through the foyer and down a hall to his office at the back. You were suddenly nervous as he closed the door behind you and placed his glass on the mahogany desk.

He dropped heavily into his chair and turned his attention to the wall of glass that overlooked the private backyard and shimmering pool. A tension hung in the air and you were surprised Winter was making his way to the surface as Bucky chewed on his bottom lip and twirled a pen mindlessly in his hand. Suddenly he dropped the pen back on the desk and patted his lap, your movements slower than normal as you tentatively approached him.

“I need your help.”

Whatever you thought he was going to say could not have come close and your lips parted as you took a breath and sat on his lap. “Whatever you need, baby.”

“A warehouse of mine was raided today. There was meant to be an auction tonight.” He said as he tipped his head back and sighed as your hands massaged the tight muscles on his shoulders. “We are sitting on $100 million cash and this auction was how we were going to wash it.”

You didn’t know where he was heading with it as he reached for his whiskey and swallowed the amber liquid back, sucking his teeth as the alcohol burnt down his throat. “I need to know if you were serious when we met.”

You nodded as you remembered what you said in an attempt to hopefully save your life. “You can launder money digitally without losing, I'm sure. I had a lot of time to think of business and criminal ventures when I was trapped in that marriage.”

“I need you to show me how, doll. If I can’t get rid of this cash quick we are all fucked.”

You stood up and turned around so you could sit facing his computer, already bringing up different websites. “You’re familiar with cryptocurrency, right?”

“Some of our overseas partners use it.” He nodded. “We have wallets with Ethereum, Litecoin, Cardino and a few others.”

“Good. What about NFT’s?” He shrugged and you brought up an image that looked like a child had made on Microsoft Paint. “Buying, trading and selling of unique digital media. It can be as basic as this shit or actual art but they are legitimate sales and can be almost completely anonymous with crypto.”

He leant forward to look closer at the website and scanned over the information, his mind processing it efficiently. “I’ll need a few more shell companies, but that's simple enough to do.”

“Buy a few of these cheaper ones and sell them to yourself for a few hundred thousand.” You nodded. “Crypto takes care of the rest, money washed.”

“Set it up.”

“Wait, what?” You gasped, spinning around to see if he was joking.

“This is your baby.” He reclined back with a smile, reaching into his pocket for his phone and wallet. “Get whatever you need to make it happen.”

No one had ever trusted you to do, well, anything. You had just been an item to trade and barter with and now Bucky was treating you as his equal. Sensing your hesitation, he pulled you closer and cupped your face as his lips brushed softly over yours. Your body relaxed in his embrace, moulding into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“If you need any help, I’ll be right here.” He reassured you as he broke away, leaving you to catch your breath.

You took a deep breath and nodded, mentally telling yourself that you could do this. You had made a million plans in your head on how to hide money on the off chance you had been able to save some up and escape your previous marriage that you knew you had the idea right, you just needed to execute it. Turning back to the computer you were stopped and Bucky shook his head.

“Start tomorrow, doll. I asked you down here so I could take you out. How does dinner and dancing sound?”

“Sounds like you are trying to court me.” You teased him as you twirled your fingers around the hairs hanging longer at his nape. “I think you are just trying to get me in your bed.”

His rich laugh sent warmth pooling between your legs and his hand trailed up your leg as if he could sense it. “Definitely. In my bed, in my shower, on my desk…everywhere.”

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Bucky’s eyes darted around the room that was far too busy for his liking, there were too many exposure points and he had precious cargo with him. Everybody that brushed too close to you had his fingers inching closer to the gun on his hip and you stepping closer under his arm.

“There something I should know?” You asked as you noticed the stiffness that was usually reserved for Winter.

“No, I just don’t particularly like it here.” He said as he continued his survey of the nightclub’s ground floor.

“You don’t like it?” Your laugh briefly pulled his attention away and your hand resting on his chest had his cock twitch. “Honey, you own it.”

“I own half this city.” He pointed out before spotting a familiar face and his eyes darkened to azure.

“Win, what’s wrong?” You asked as you noticed the switch, following his line of sight to your ex-husband. Your evening had been going so well, starting with dinner at Chef’s Table then a few cocktails at Little Branch before heading to the nightclub for some dancing. In an instant the mood was gone. “Fucking marvellous.”

“I’ll deal with him.” Winter said chillingly. “Go with Nico and order a drink while I take out the trash.”

“Don’t take too long, there’s only two names on my dance card.” You whispered as you tiptoed to reach his ear, placing a quick kiss to his racing pulse.

“Kukolka…” he groaned as he fought the urge to take you to his office upstairs and fuck you on another of his desks.

“Sorry.” You said with a soft chuckle.

“No you’re not.” He said before snapping his fingers at Nico to get his attention and leaning down into your ear. “I’ll deal with you later, now go.”

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you imagined just how he would deal with you and you couldn’t wait. Two drinks later you were squirming on your bar stool. Between the music and the thought of Winter you just couldn’t sit still. Climbing off, you felt the room slightly spin and decided not to finish the half full glass.

“Would you like some water, ma'am?” Nico asked as he watched you grab the bartop.

“I think that is probably a good idea.” You admitted as you tried to act sober and failed.

After a refreshing glass of water you decided to make your way into the crowd filling the dancefloor, needing something to distract you from the absence of you boyfriend. A moment of insecurity hit you as you swayed to the music and you noticed the crowd move away from you. You didn’t think you had stood on anyones toes and the dozens of bottles of perfumes Bucky had bought were mouthwatering so it wasn’t that either. Turning around though, you saw exactly what had sent them spilling to the edges of the room.

Winter’s air of dominance was almost palpable as his eyes roamed your body, you hips begging him to grip them tight as he showed every man exactly who you belonged to. He had seen the way the others had been eyeing you up, and if Nico hadn’t been there to stop their filthy fingers from getting close he would have been splitting his knuckles on another man. He had only just left your ex-husband unconscious against the dumpsters out back, he would have no problem adding more bodies to it.

Your body was burning for his touch as he continued to watch, his chest puffing from the fight he had just had and the sight before him. Holding your hand out, you curled your finger in invitation and his lips teased a hint of a smile that only you could see. To everyone else he looked cold and unfeeling and he stepped closer like he was stalking his prey, this was the deadly mob boss with a reputation of getting his hands dirty. To you, you saw the fire in his eyes and welcomed his touch, your thumb softly brushing the fresh bruises on his knuckles before they came to rest on your hips.

“You started without me, kukolka.” He murmured low into your ear just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Turning in his arms so you could roll your hips and grind your ass over his cock, you leant back into his chest to look up at him with a smirk. “You were taking too long. I had to get your attention somehow.”

You should have known he would be a good dancer, the way he held you close and rolled his body in time with yours should have been illegal. It almost was illegal some of the things his hands were doing but he just stopped short of fucking you on the dancefloor. Just. The build up was leaving you dizzy and you could feel your arousal pooling in your panties with every beat of the heavy bass playing around you. Filth fell from Winter’s mouth between the kisses and sucks he was trailing along your neck and you felt like you could almost reach bliss without a single touch to your needy cunt.

“Win, unless you want everyone here to know how I look when I cum, we need to leave.” You begged as the throbbing between your legs left your chest rising and falling rapidly with sharp breaths.

“Upstairs.”

You could barely keep up as he raced towards the stairs that led to his office above the club and his fingers almost slipped from yours twice before you made it there. His hand was just about to turn the doorknob when Nico shouted over the music. A deep groan escaped his gritted teeth as he turned to find Nico holding his hand over his phone, worry indenting lines across his face.

“Got a situation, boss.”

Winter’s barely audible curse left you hiding the disappointment you felt, knowing your night had come to a halt earlier than planned. You gave him a small smile in return for the apologetic look he was giving you and he held his phone out to accept the call of whoever was on the other line. “This might take a while, doll. Nico, call the car around.”

He was about to head into his office where it was quiet enough to take the call but you pulled him to a stop, stealing your kiss goodnight before he regrettably pulled. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

He bit his lip as your hands trailed down his abs to hover over the bulge trapped in his pants. “Then you’ll deal with me?”

“Oh, doll.” He chuckled. “I’ll do more than just deal with you, I’m going to ruin you.”

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You could hear Winter’s angry rock music leaving you a trail of aural breadcrumbs to follow and you found the sound escaping the doors to the gym. Sweat was beading along his forehead as he lay there bench pressing an insane amount of weight, his legs spread wide to balance himself. The ropes of muscles in his arms strained to push the bar back up but still he kept going, so focused on finishing his reps that he didn’t notice you slipping inside.

“I missed you last night.”

You straddled his waist and he locked the bar over the hook so his hands were free to roam your body. You were still in one of his shirts you slept in, the edge riding up your thighs as he looked down to find you weren’t wearing anything underneath. His cock was already straining against the loose shorts he wore and you rolled your hips to sate your need for friction. You had waited up but after the dawn rays broke through the gap in the curtain you gave in to your exhaustion, it must have been important if it kept him out all night.

“Had some shit to deal with.” He tone admitted he missed you too as he felt the heat of your core calling to him.

“I had to take care of myself.” You pouted, reaching up your shirt to tease your nipples. “That’s how much I missed you.”

His chest vibrated with a possessive growl and he lifted you from his lap just long enough to push his shorts over his hips, impaling you with one well aimed thrust.

“Oh fuck.” You cried at the sudden fullness, swearing that you could feel him as your hand pressed to your stomach.

“Show me.” Winter grunted as your feet lifted off the ground with each sharp rut up into you. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

Your jaw went slack with ecstasy and you ran two fingers over his full pick lips until he opened his mouth for them, tongue working around them until they were nice and wet for you. Your heavenly sigh filled the air as you teased your clit and rolled your hips, riding Winter as he laid back and enjoyed the show. Your free hand tweaked your stiff peaks and the residual feelings from the nightclub plus everything he was doing quickly had you falling into your first orgasm.

Your pleasure was like a naked flame, your body the fuse and Winter the explosive. Seeing you ignite sent Winter into action. His large hands splayed across your back and he pulled you down, chest to chest as he took the control back. His hips pistoned furiously into you and your body had no time to recover from the first orgasm, the waves continuing to rippled through you, pussy gushing around his cock and down your legs.

“Fuck, Win, oh god, too much!” You cried as your legs fell slack around the bench and you gave yourself over to him.

“Wanna feel you come around me again.” He panted as he starved off his release to feel yours first.

Your head was shaking, but you couldn’t find the words to deny him as your walls began to flutter and tighten more with every rough pound of his body ramming yours. You tried to pull away as ghostly touches of fire spread over your skin but he took your hands and pinned them behind your back.

“Fuck, fuck, Winter, please.” You begged as tears sprung to your eyes.

“Take it, kukolka, you take it so well.”

You sagged with relief as your pussy began to pulse and he groaned as your body milked his cock, the hot ropes releasing with his heavy breathes that blew cool air across the fire that consumed your body. His hands released the grip on yours and pulled the limp limbs up to his neck so you could play with his hair while you recovered.

“I always liked waking up alone, until now.” You murmured as your mind remained in a cum-clouded haze.

“I wish I could promise that it wouldn’t happen again but our line of work makes it impossible.”

You looked up to see Bucky, his softer touch running soothingly up and down your spine.

“Then I’ll be content with the nights we do have.”

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Fuck !!! You need to make multiple part for the lioness I fucking love this fic

I freaking loved this! Always a sucker for a badass reader, I mean it’s not always the men? Yk? Hehe kidding aside, I just had this idea, a prequel per se, for lioness. Ofc it’s up to u if u wanna do it!

Maybe the reader (I’m not sure what background is fitting/good), they viewed her as Bucky’s trophy wife before. Weak without Bucky, good for nothing but an eye candy, bed warmer, sexualizing her, saying bucky would be bored of her after the long run (Bc that’s what they do) basically every misogynistic statement a man could throw at a woman.

And well, yeah, women do try their shot with Bucky. Men also try to get her from Bucky. Thinking that their relationship is nothing but shallow and physical.

NOT knowing that Bucky is the king because of his Queen. NOT knowing that the brain of everything is her. not knowing that if Bucky is brutal, then she is worse. not knowing that without her, Bucky wouldn’t have his empire. Bucky might be a strong and wise man, but behind him before (Bc now she do be in front), was an even stronger and wiser woman of his. And not knowing that they see each other as equal, love each other through and through, they did something to put the woman behind, right in front of their eyes.

She isn’t called a lioness just for her beauty and grace. Her wit, cunningness, and aggressiveness did. So yeah, maybe this could prompt a prequel? HEHE thank you so much if u do (or don’t) pursue this! Really love ur writing 💗

Things got a bit bloody here, even for me...but I love it 🖤

Lioness - The Prequel || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, oral (f rec), murder, torture, violence, swearing WC: 2.7k

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You hadn’t known he was the owner of the nightclub when you had spotted Bucky watching you from the VIP tables. It was nothing new, men always liked to watch you. You had turned so many of them away as you danced alone under the strobe lights but still more tried to lay there hands on your waist or the ballsier ones went straight to your ass. The current man had done just that, two of his palms firmly planted on your ass and pulling your body against his.

“Look at you playing all hard to get, baby.” He purred in your ear as you turned your face away from his with a grimace, the sharp tang of vodka on his breath. “Don’t be shy, ass like this is just begging to be touched.”

“Don’t touch me.” You rolled your eyes before pushing him back so you could see his glazed eyes. “It’s not gonna happen, so fuck off before someone gets hurt.”

You sighed as you saw the resolve settle in his face, the tic of his jaw as he decided what to do with your insult. His hand grabbed your bare arm and gripped it painfully, his nails digging into your skin as he dragged you towards the mens bathroom. His foot kicked the door open and he shouted at two men using the urinals to find somewhere else to piss.

“I just want it noted for the record that I did warn you.” You said as he pushed you back into the tiled wall.

The second his hands moved to unbuckle his belt your fist jabbed out, straight into his trachea so he couldn’t scream for help. You swiped his legs out from under him and since he was finding it already hard to breath you straddled his chest, unsheathing the knife that was strapped to your thigh.

“You know what, I think you need a lesson in consent.” You said as you dragged the blade down his cheek, a thin red streak appearing in its wake. “Let’s role play, I’ll be you. Do you want me to break your nose?”

He tried to talk as he shook his head but his crushed trachea left him silent.

“See, a normal, decent person would take that as a no, but I’m being you. So…” You closed your fist and punched him, feeling the satisfying crunch of his nose under your knuckles. “Now, how's your lesson going?”

”Good, good. That was the warm up.” His silent tears were mixing with the blood running down his face and you smiled sadistically as the door opened to reveal the man who had been watching you. “How about a castration?”

“Not the pick up line I would have used.” The stranger said as he walked in and closed the door behind him. He watched you in the mirror as he meticulously washed his hands and took care to get around the thick white gold rings he wore.

“What are you doing here?” You frowned as he leant against the wall, tilting his head as watched your fingers twirling your blade, a nervous habit as much as just looking good.

“This is the mens room, doll, what are you doing here?” He shot back with a smirk. “You see when I heard about a man dragging the sexiest woman in my club into the bathrooms, this was not what I was expecting to find.”

“Ah, you’re the kind of guy that likes to swoop in and save the damsel in distress.” You chuckled, pressing the blade of your knife to the man's throat when he tried to buck you off. “Did you think I would fall on my knees for you, my white knight and suck your cock?”

“I wouldn’t say no.” He winked before pulling a gun from behind his back. “But my priority is making sure no one else thinks they can come into my house and pull the shit he did. So, leave him with me.”

“No.”

“It wasn’t a question, doll.”

“I don’t take orders from anyone.” You stared at each other for what felt like hours as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and you felt your body heating up under his blue eyes. “But maybe we can come to another arrangement?”

His smirk grew and you squirmed, forgetting for a moment that you were still sitting on some stranger's chest. “What do you have in mind?”

He watched you rise and he couldn’t help thinking you had the grace of a cat and the fire of a huntress as you stepped over the half conscious man and closer to him. He hadn’t seen anyone that came close to being as sexy as you when you wiped your blade across your dress and slipped it back into your thigh sheath, a hint of your lace panties teasing him. “Let me kill him, you can take all the credit and, well, I’m sure you can think of something you want.”

You stood toe to toe him as you slipped his gun from his hands and placed it on the marble vanity. His cock was already straining against his pants and you sighed as you imagined how big it was from how it pressed against you as you reached up to whisper in his ear.

“So what do you say?”

Two Years Later

“I’m telling you baby, you gotta do something to shake it up. We lost two blocks to the Don last month and now they think the fucking own the city.” You said as you reclined back in your chair getting more frustrated that you couldn’t just waltz into the gentlemans club where the Don and his Capos met monthly - but apparently it was hallowed ground, neutral, bullshit. “I would paint the walls with his fucking brain.”

Bucky chuckled as he tipped your chin back so that he could kiss your filthy mouth. “Fuck I love it when you get murderous.”

He turned your chair to face him as he dropped to the floor and pushed your legs wide. You watched his adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed at the sight, your panties nowhere to be seen and your pussy ready to be eaten, you were always so ready for him. His hands pulled you forward and straight into his waiting mouth, his tongue delving between your slit.

“The cars are ready.” Steve's voice called from outside the office door.

“Ten,” you moaned as Bucky eased two fingers inside you and curled them up as his tongue pressed over your clit, “minutes. Bit busy.”

You heard his exasperated sigh but ignored it as his footsteps retreated down the hall so you could finish before needing to leave. Bucky chuckled as he heard his best friend stopping someone else from trying to interrupt and the vibration sent a delicious wave of pleasure up your spine.

“Oh fuck, that’s at it baby.”

Your fingers laced in his hair as you rolled your hips against his mouth, chasing the release he teased in front of you. Your head fell back as his lips sealed around your clit and sucked it just how you liked and his fingers rolled against your g-spot, the final straw that sent you head first into your orgasm. The leather of your chair creaked as your body jerked with sensitivity and Bucky continued to suck until you pushed his head away with a cry. You slammed your legs shut as you tried to stop your head from spinning and he grinned happily as he wiped away your juices running down his chin.

“Fuck, now I have to change.” You smirked as you rose from the chair and felt the back of your dress damp from the liquid that had escaped.

“No panties.” Bucky stated as he watched you walk on trembling legs to the door. “I want to know there’s cum running down your thighs.”

You crossed your finger over your heart and raced upstairs to change, keeping your promise before meeting Bucky at the front door. You kissed him as his hands ran over your body, smiling when he felt no panty lines under the material. “That’s my girl.”

Bucky could feel the anger radiating from you the entire meeting, his hand under the table gently squeezing yours as your fingers itched to reach for your knife. He knew you too well. The car ride home had been silent as you watched the mental playback with hindsight 20/30. You could finally see it clearly, that you would never be taken seriously by the men of this world, not unless they saw firsthand what you were capable of.

“I’m sick of them looking at me like I’m just there to smile and giggle.” You growled the second the bedroom door closed. “I tell them one thing, they laugh. You tell them the same thing, they fucking take note. I am sick of it.”

“This whole thing was your idea, this agreement.” Bucky pointed out as he tore his restricting tie from his neck and cornered you at the edge of the bed.

“Fuck the agreement.” You huffed and fell back on the bed. “I want to renegotiate.”

His body covered yours as he caged you between his arms and his blue eyes glimmered with excitement, probably remembering how fun the first negotiation had gone. “Anything you wish.”

“That’s not a negotiation, that’s submitting.” You pointed out as your fingers unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“It’s respecting my queen.” He said as his lips trailed along your neck. “This empire wouldn’t be what it is without you, so tell me what you want.”

“Everything.”

“You’ll have to be more specific, my love.” His lips were leaving a trail of fire along your collarbone, slowly making his way down the valley of your breasts and leaving your thoughts scattered. “Tell me.”

“I want to cut the little whores who even think about touching you.” You smiled at the thought. “I want to carve my name onto them so they never forget who they crossed. And that would just be for pleasure, for business I would make a statement so loud that no one would ever fuck with us again, they would hear my name and tremble.”

“You want to be the bogeyman.”

“No, the whole problem that the people in this world have with me is that I am not a man. I want to show them that their misogynistic ideals will be their downfall.” Your chest rising rapidly as you were impassioned with your statement. “I want to be something fierce, something feminine, something…more than any man could be.”

Bucky licked his lips as he watched your eyes shine like they did when you were worked up,  the way you fixated on your goal like a predator and her prey, a graceful, frightening huntress. “A lioness, The Lioness.”

“Lioness.” You tasted the sound on your tongue. “Hmm, they are fierce animals.”

“Feminine and graceful.” He added.

“And takes care of her king.”

“Sounds just like someone I know.” He smirked as he hovered above your lips. “My beautiful lioness.”

You couldn’t help smirking at the pout on your husband’s lips as he watched you descend the stairs. Tonight was the night you were going to make your real introduction into the criminal underworld and you would not be doing it in a dress.

“Pick that lip up baby, and I might let you find out if I’m wearing anything under this.” You teased as you straightened the perfectly tailored, stark white suit you wore with a plunging neckline, a sense of business with a hint of sexiness. “Are you ready?”

His eager smile and lick of his lips sent your blood pumping faster around your body as you reached the bottom step and he laced his fingers with yours. “Let’s fucking do it.”

It was carnage, beautiful carnage. The Don didn’t know what had hit him as you stepped through the doors to the Gentlemen's Club, the ‘no women permitted’ sign streaked red with the blood of the man who tried to stop you.

“What the fuck is this Barnes?” He had growled at Bucky who was leaning against the doorway behind you. “Get your puttana the fuck out of here.”

You kissed your lips at his insult and reached up your sleeve for the dagger that was sheathed to your forearm. “I think I need to teach you a lesson in manners.”

“She’s a really great teacher.” Bucky chuckled with a hint of his anger sneaking through. “First lesson, don’t call my wife a whore.”

“You have a problem, you come talk to me man to man, this is not how we do things.” The Don said as he moved behind his men, regretting the rule of no weapons on hallowed ground. His men outside had been armed but you have quickly slaughtered them, with Steve standing guard beyond Bucky in case more arrived.

“Well things have changed.” You said as you tossed the blade up and caught it. “And I personally think actions speak louder than words.”

The Don ordered his men to attack and, even though Bucky knew you could handle yourself, his arm tensed as he physically fought against his protective urge to move you behind him. You dodged the hand that tried to grab you, knocking it aside with the vambrace hidden beneath your sleeve before you glided your blade across his throat, the hot spray of blood staining your suit as he fell to your feet. Your Jimmy Choo’s looked like Louboutins as you stepped through the pool of blood and turned the heels red.

You had to shake your head at the Don, he had made the wrong choice with his Capos. These men were not fighters, they were only good with a gun and assumed their brute strength was enough on its own, without their weapons they were just little sacrificial lambs. Your clothes were drenched in the blood of his men as you reached his trembling form, the last of his man gurgling through the hole in his throat. Your knife had been wedged stuck in the spine of a gutless pig who had tried to turn and run. Without the blade you had resorted to killing the last man with a kick to the throat, your heel puncturing a painful hole.

“Please, please don’t kill me.” The Don begged as he wet himself where he stood. “You can have it all back, your territory, it’s yours, done.”

“Oh, I know.” You laughed. “And I will leave you alive.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He stammered as he fell to his knees and took your hand, kissing your wedding ring.

“Don’t mistake this as kindness.” You said as you backhanded him with the hand he had just kissed. “I want you to tell everyone what you witnessed tonight.”

“We want you to tell everyone that she isn’t just one of the mob wives, she’s my equal in every way.” Bucky stated as he stood by your side, his pupils blown with lustful thoughts as he watched you take everyone down. “She’s my fucking lioness.”

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Hey lovey ! I hope you’re well 🥰

So , I’ve had this thought for a while now . Fake dating to lovers with mafia!Bucky . Bucky needs a date to an event so a mutual friend of yours asks you to accompany him . You’re shy and smiley compared to his big , grumpy personality. In the beginning of the night Bucky is cold , not even looking at you in the car ride while you try to make small talk and he gives you one word answers. You’re hurt but still try and make it look like you’re his girlfriend . As the night goes by , Bucky truly sees you . Your bright smile and sincere eyes , how genuinely sweet and kind you are . He slowly starts falling for you . So he starts making small moves . Putting his hand behind your chair and stroking your shoulder startling you . Putting his hand behind your neck while he’s talking with someone , making you look up at him with doe eyes , which makes him give you a small grin and kiss your forehead while gently massaging your nape . Pushing hair out of your face while you talk , making you stop mid sentence and shrugging his jacket to drape it over your shoulders when he sees you shiver.

Cold Shoulder || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, almost handjob in a public place, vaginal fingering. WC: 2650

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When Steve asked you for help you weren’t quite sure what you expected, it could have been anything from moving house to finding out what flowers to get a girl he fancied. That would have been easier than going on a fake date with one of his other friends ‘Bucky’. If the man was as great as Steve said he was, surely he could have found his own girlfriend instead of having to ask you.

You had already agreed to help before you knew the details, so there you were dressed to the nines for a fancy party in a country club you couldn’t even pronounce. You had been told 8pm on the dot and as the clock in your hallway began to ring its hourly toll a knock sounded at your front door. Steve had described Bucky as tall, dark haired and handsome but the man in front of you was the complete opposite.

“Can I help you?” You asked after the initial shock wore off.

“I’m here to collect a Miss Y/N, for Mr Barnes.” He said politely, almost bowing.

“Oh, where is Mr Barnes?” You frowned as you looked at the blacked out limo parked along the curb. “Too good to get out of the car?”

“Mr Barnes is a busy man.” The driver said diplomatically. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I’m sure.” You said with a tight lipped smile and grabbed your clutch before locking the door.

The driver walked ahead of you, opening the limo door and waiting for you to slide into the seat before closing it and speed walking all the way to the front. The man sitting perpendicular to you was definitely Bucky, an air of egotistical authority that might as well have had a neon sign spelling it out. You waited a moment, expecting him to look up and greet you but he continued to type away on his phone as if he couldn’t see you at all.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You broke the silence, his ice blue eyes peeling away from the device long enough to appreciate the long slit up your freshly shaven legs before flicking back to the phone.

“You too.”

You rode in silence as the city apartments gave way to brownstones then eventually gated mansions. The perfectly manicured grass of the country club came into view under hundreds of strung lights and you looked ahead at the long winding driveway that separated the golf course from the club. Bucky’s fingers finally stopped typing and you watched the way he twirled his signet ring around his finger and you assumed it was a nervous habit but it looked far too sexy on him.

“Is there anything I should know before we get out there?” You asked as the car stopped under the porte-cochere, the valet already making his way to open the door.

“No.” His answer was clipped yet again as he pocketed his phone and moved to the seat next to you. “Just don’t embarrass me.”

If it wasn’t for Steve being such a good friend to you almost all your life you would have just stayed in the car and asked the driver to take you home, instead you just smiled as the door opened and accepted the gloved hand of the valet. You could feel Bucky’s stare on your ass as you stepped out of the limo, the flash of cameras nearly blinding you in addition to surprising you.

Bucky stepped out as gracefully as you would expect of a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, it was almost hard to peg him as the leader of crime syndicate when he looked like every other old money upper class man. His arm curled around your waist as he smiled for the photographers, your own smile shining bright before he led you through the entrance, dropping his arm in an instant. The cool exterior fell back into place and you turned your focus to the opulent decorations that adorned the grand hall.

Everything was over the top, from the ice sculptures of the New York skyline to the seven foot high champagne fountain that only a few of the taller men, including Bucky, could even reach without causing a catastrophe. You looked longingly at the bar but you stuck by Bucky’s side like a dutiful girlfriend would, chatting politely to other women who accompanied the men Bucky spoke to - wondering just how many of them were real or fake girlfriends too.

A few times you caught side glances from Bucky as he tuned into your conversations and compliments, a small smile curving his lips as you expertly deflected questions away about your ‘relationship’ without actually answering them. The more you spoke the more he seemed to pay attention to both you and the information Steve had given him. Bucky hadn’t believed what Steve had told him, no single woman could possibly tick all his boxes, but he had to admit his best friend was right. Aside from being beautiful, which he had noticed the moment you opened your front door, you had a kind smile that reached your eyes, a quick wit and Steve promised you knew the rules of the criminal underworld.

You almost jumped out of your skin when Bucky’s arm curled around your waist and your hand came to rest on his chest, mindlessly playing with his button as you tried to remember what the older woman in front of you was saying. Her eyes darted between you and Bucky, her smile intensifying as his hand drifted down your back and she took her leave with a knowing look. A look that said ‘I’ll leave you kids to it’.

“Was I not selling it?” You asked as you turned to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you spoke quietly in his ear, looking like any other loved up couple.

“What do you mean?” He asked as his hands locked behind your back, softly swaying to the music the live band was playing further in.

“I almost got frostbite from your cold shoulder.” You said as you rested your cheek on his shoulder and looked up under your lashes, inhaling the unique scent of him mixed with the rich cologne he wore.

“I kinda was a jerk, wasn’t I?” He chuckled quietly and you knew that was the closest you would be getting to an apology from him, honestly it was more than you expected. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

His smile sent your tummy into a somersault and you wondered if he was normally this charming or if it was just for you, in the end you decided it didn’t matter, you were just going to enjoy it. He unhooked your arms and kept one hand in his as he made his way to the bar you had been eyeing up and ordered your favourite drink as you frowned.

“Steve gave me a few tips.” He smirked as he took the glasses to the table front and centre of the event.

“I should have known you wouldn’t be above insider trading.” You teased as you took your seat and relaxed as his arm came to rest along the back.

He leant in close as the rest of the seats quickly filled and the music came to a stop, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispered. “There’s only one thing I want to be above.”

Your face flushed and you dipped your head down so he couldn’t see the effect he was having on you, your pupils dilating and lips parted at the sharp intake of oxygen. Your senses were on high alert and you froze as his cool fingers touched your heated cheek before brushing a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. You turned slowly, keeping your cheek to his fingers and relishing the cold touch of his digits, until you found his eyes in a heated stare at your lips.

“Hey Barnes?” You asked as your tongue moistened your lips and he bit his own, stifling a quiet groan. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

His hand laced into your updo, probably ruining the styling you had spent a long time achieving but you couldn’t care less as he drew you in closer. His kiss was the embodiment of who he was, it was hard and controlled, passionate and downright criminal. You could barely think, barely remember how to breathe when he pulled away and you saw his eyes wide and wild, ready for more.

Bucky looked at the Rolex on his wrist and groaned as he saw they were needed to make nice and shake hands at the event a little while longer, but all he wanted was to drag you back to the limo and roll up the blackout privacy partition. He had been given a window of heaven and now he wanted you to spread those pearly gates nice and wide for him, and you were absolutely willing. Your hand slipped under the table cloth and came to rest on Bucky’s thigh, slowly inching closer as he draped his napkin over his lap to hide where you were going.

“Steve didn’t mention this.” He said as he shifted in chair and returned his lips to your ears. “He assured me that you were a good girl.”

“I can be good, and I can be bad.” You answered with a sly smile as your palm reached the spot where his trousers were straining to contain his erection, pausing as you teased him. “Which would you like?”

“Bad, definitely bad.” He all but growled before placing his hand over the napkin and pushing your palm along his covered shaft, letting you feel just how long and hard he was for you. “It’s so much better when it's bad.”

Just as your fingers reached for his zip you heard Bucky’s name being called and froze as a stranger pulled his attention away. It was frightening to see an angry scowl fall over his face so quickly but he had just been interrupted on his way to a handjob. Thank god for the dim lights and his tailored suit, they were working overtime to hide the massive bulge that threatened to tear the material at the seams. You thought his reception to you was cold but it paled in comparison to this man’s as he whispered something in Bucky’s ear that he didn’t like. He was quick to recover from the news and held his hand out to you, deciding it was worth the introduction.

“Detective Wilson, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” Bucky said as he laid his large palm over your nape, gently massaging the tension that the evening had created before placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“It’s nice to meet you, Detective.” You said as you shook his hand, remembering your manners after the shock of Bucky’s affection.

“You too, and please call me Sam.” He smiled genuinely and lightly punched Bucky’s shoulder. “Look at you big dog, finally got a girl. Goodluck dealing with his grumpy ass everyday.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” Bucky said as he rolled his eyes. “What do I even pay you to do?”

“Look good for starters.” Sam winked, testing to see how serious Bucky was and given the way he pulled you closer to his side showed some serious possessiveness he hadn’t seen before. “I’m playing, boss, don’t start pouring concrete in my boots yet.”

The thought seemed to pass Bucky’s mind and Sam gave a quick wave as he backed away, his tan leather coat lifting enough to see the gun in a holster at his hip.

“He seems too nice to be a dirty cop.” You mentioned as you looked back at the retreating figure, a fond smile playing on your lips.

“Looks can be deceiving, after all, I thought you were too nice to be dirty and you surprised me.” He checked his watch again and the scowl returned as time seemed to be ticking by too slowly. He could control a lot of things in the city but time was not one of them, so with a huff he pushed your seat in as you sat down and joined you once again. “An hour, doll, then we can cut out early.”

You smiled sweetly as you batted your eyelashes at him with innocent charm. “And go where?”

He almost bit straight through his lip as he looked at your doe eyes, the beautiful sight doing things to him a man of his sexual experience shouldn’t do - like damn near cream in his expensive suit for one. Grabbing his phone from his pocket he fired off a quick email to the event coordinator promising a large donation to the charity, his way of apologising for missing the main event. His fingers were like lightning and in seconds the email was sent and he was standing, his chair nearly tipping over with how fast he moved.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked needlessly as he held his hand out, his thick rings looking cool and inviting.

You placed your hand in his and giggled as he pulled you swiftly to your feet and off towards the exit. You could hear an announcer just getting started as you broke out into the evening air and shivered. The valet hadn’t expected anyone to leave so soon and he rushed out of the station to call Bucky’s driver around while you rubbed your arms furiously.

“Here.” Bucky said as he draped his warm suit jacket over your shoulders and you inhaled the scent you were quickly becoming addicted to.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you turned and rose on your tiptoes so you could give him a quick kiss but he had other ideas.

He stole your breath away as he wrapped you in his arms and shared even more of his warmth with you until his driver arrived with the promise of a warm dark space and a long drive ahead. Bucky didn’t even wait for the valet to reach them, opening the door for you himself before following you in and hitting the button for the partition, the dark glass slowly rising.

“Home, Coulson.”

You assumed he heard Bucky before the glass sealed shut and your tummy was back to somersaulting as Bucky’s hand rose up your thigh, brushing along the high slit as a very different shiver chased his touch.

“You know if we do this, I will make you mine.” He promised as his fingers brushed the lace edge of your panties and you nodded, you knew the rules. “No one will be allowed to touch what’s mine.”

“I know.” You moaned as he pushed the lace aside and ran a finger through your slick folds. “I know how the Cosa Nostra works.”

“You know what Steve let you see.” He countered, his slow strokes enough to distract you but not make your mind numb.

“Steve also thinks I am innocent.” You countered as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and pushed his fingers deeper into your sopping cunt. “And I think we can both agree that is not the case.”

A quiet curse exhaled with Bucky’s breath and the control he had on himself was slipping, he had already slipped up by introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend. Sam wasn’t one of the businessmen he was trying to distract by having a pretty piece on his arm, there was no reason to keep the charade up when he came. Still, Bucky had practically announced his claim on you to the underworld already, knowing Sam would be telling everyone he met about you.

“Fuck it.” He growled before his lips crashed against yours and your hands laced in his hair, greedy for more.

Click here for part two.

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Why’s is this soo fucking cute. I fucking love this

Hey can I request Loki x female reader? He’s dating a women but that woman is in it for selfish reasons. Reader is Lokis best friend whos bubbly and friendly and even welcomed his gf. Girlfriend is jealous and angry and demands Loki ends his friendship. The team hear them arguing all the time and reader comes home one night to a real nasty argument. Finds out they’re fighting about her friendship so she thinks Loki will end up putting her aside. So she leaves the compound for a while. Lokis furious and breaks it off with his gf and searches for the reader. Which leads to confessions for both of them.

Loki seems to be the favourite requests at the moment <3 Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you enjoy it nonnie. I have two more requests warming my inbox, so keep them coming in time for the weekend xxx

Loki’s Masterlist

Confessions || Loki

Warnings: angst, fluff, Loki's pissy girlfriend WC: 3.3k (another fic where I got carried away)

You were practically skipping as you entered the communal floor first thing on a Monday morning, it was so quiet when everyone left for the weekend and there was one person in particular you missed most of all. You came to a sudden stop as you rounded the corner and found Loki leaning against the countertop, wearing only a grey pair of sweatpants that were low on his hips. His eyebrows pinched together as the smile on your face fell and he stood up straight to his full height at the sight.

“Everything alright, love?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” You stammered, planting a fresh smile on your face at his concern, “I just forgot I have archery this morning.”

He didn’t look convinced but then again it was almost pointless trying to lie to the god of lies himself. He was missing the lack of your usual bubbly nature in an instant and placed his mug of black coffee back on the bench. You could barely keep eye contact with him but you usually had no problem seeing him shirtless, in fact he regularly walked around in just his boxers, unabashedly.

“You’re not going to introduce us?” You asked quietly as you drew his attention to the woman he had under his arm.

His lips parted with a silent ‘oh’, as if he had forgotten her presence completely. “This is Charlotte. Charlotte, meet my dearest friend, y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smiled despite the glare she was giving you. “Are you joining us for breakfast? I’m making Kiki’s favourite.”

“Kiki?” She cocked her eyebrow in distaste. “I can’t stay, have important places to be. See you tonight baby.”

You had tried other variations of his name but they didn’t seem to fit him until you settled on Kiki, and she didn’t have to like it, only you were allowed to call him that. She walked off without even glancing back as you said goodbye and you turned to Loki with a look of concern.

“Are you feeling alright?” You asked, touching a hand to his cool forehead before he brushed it away with a laugh.

“Perfectly fine, love.”

“I probably wouldn’t call me that anymore, I don’t think your girlfriend appreciated that very much.”

His brows furrowed together as he sipped his coffee. “But I have always called you love.”

“And you have always been single, but things change - it just doesn’t feel appropriate anymore.” As much as it hurt you, you hid it with a smile. You would miss the endearment he had used so much you answered to it more than your actual name.

“I don’t want things to change.”

You were already walking out of the breakfast nook and into the more commercial kitchen Tony had installed and began to gather the ingredients for waffles. As soon as the scent began to waft down the hall the doors began to open and the avengers filed out. They were never as excited about Mondays like you were but they did look forward to your cooking, stopping to kiss your forehead or give you a hug as they filled their plates.

“So Loki has some news to share.” You said as you sat down beside him and his hand slipped under the table to grip your knee with a side glance. “What? They live here too, they will figure it out.”

“That you two are in love with each other?” Nat chuckled as she drenched her waffle in maple syrup. “Yeah, we know.”

Your neck was heating up and you brushed Loki’s hand away before anyone saw it before shaking your head. “I don’t know, uh, what you’re on about. Loki has a girlfriend.”

Nat’s waffle dropped from her fork and she barely caught it before it landed on her clothes, her eyes darting between the two of you. She looked over at the others, seeing equally shocked faces before turning back to the two of you. You couldn’t understand why everyone was so shocked. Loki was devilishly handsome, funny and charming when he wanted to be, it was a miracle he stayed single for as long as he did.

“Who is she?” Nat asked, her head tipping to the side as she flipped to interrogation mode.

“A model I believe.” He answered after clearing his throat. “I’ll be honest, there is not a lot of talking when we are in each other's company if you catch my drift.”

Your head dropped at the thought of Loki being in another's company, he was your best friend and it was selfish but you weren’t ready to share him with anyone else. An elbow gently nudged you and you looked up to see everyone staring at you absentmindedly pushing your food around your plate. Shaking the thoughts away you turned your attention back to the conversation and Sam who was watching you closely. “Sorry, what was the question?”

“I asked if you are okay.” He repeated.

Your head nodded but it was all over the place, a nod, a shake, something in between. “Sorry, I was just daydreaming about…something.”

You cursed that you couldn’t think of an excuse before taking your still full plate and scraping the waste into the compost, losing your appetite as you gained their attention. With a quiet goodbye you went back to your room and showered with the hopes the water would wash away the ache growing in your chest. Unfortunately it failed and the pain only increased when you opened the bathroom door and found Loki sitting on your bed, reading one of the books from your shelf.

“Loki, you can’t just come in here anymore, what would your girlfriend think if she knew about this.”

“You didn’t call me Kiki.” He sighed, his sad eyes looking up from the pages. “Why are you pushing me away? Did I do something to offend you, love?”

You growled softly in the back of your throat and wrapped the towel tighter to ensure it didn’t fall off as you sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not pushing you away Kiki.” You reassured him. “But, if I were in her shoes, I know I would hate to find you in these situations. I would be jealous.”

“But you’re my best friend, it’s not like there’s anything going on between us.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head. “And you’re my best friend but to her you are a man comfortable in going into a woman’s room while she is practically naked. You have to see how that could be received, right?”

His eyes widened almost as if he only just realised you were practically naked, the  towel just covering your breasts and falling to mid thigh. The green irises disappeared into his pupils before he rose from the bed and almost bowed with an apology before leaving the room. This was not a good way to start your week.

You would like to say the month had improved but four weeks later on a Friday afternoon you were glad most of the compound’s residents were heading to their personal homes for the weekend. Your fingers had cuts all over them from the archery lessons Clint had put you through and you were happy to wave him off as he went home to his family. Walking back inside, you tried to avoid the common room since you could hear Charlotte’s voice and after the multiple run-ins with her each morning your seemingly perpetual good nature was finally reaching the end of its tether.

“There you are, love.” Loki called out as he spotted you sneaking down the hall, his long legs quickly catching up to you. “We were just about to go to the movies, would you like to come?”

You looked beyond him to the pair of narrow eyes glaring at you and you shook your head, wishing he would stop calling you that. “It’s been a long week, I’m just going to go to bed.”

His head dropped in defeat and he missed the time he no longer got to spend with you. “What happened to your hands?”

Before you could stop him, he caught you by the wrists and gently unclenched your fists to see the cuts from the bow string and fletchings. His cool hand was soothing against the inflamed skin and he tutted under his breath that you were working yourself too hard. You only did it because you needed the distraction now that his attention was elsewhere.

“It’s nothing, Loki, just getting used to the new weapon.” You sighed and tried to pull your hand back. “Please, I just want to go to bed.”

You tried to smile but even to you it felt like a grimace and your bubbly tone was as deflated as your soul but he released you from his grip and let you escape. Every part of him wanted to follow you and cheer you up, he was meant to the brooding one and you the bubbly one. It was strange when the scales were tipped, it was almost as if the earth were off kilter and he needed to fix it.

“How about a raincheck on the movie?” Loki asked Charlotte as his eyes stayed fixated on your closed door down the hall.

“Your cancelling date night because of her. Seriously?” She scoffed.

“She’s my best friend, I just want to check on her.” He said as he noticed Natasha’s door creak open along with a few others.

“And I am your girlfriend!” She hissed before composing herself and offering a sweet smile with her palm running down his chest. “Come on, Lo-Lo. Look, Natalie’s here, she can check on whats-her-name for you.”

Loki looked at Nat, pleading with her to play along and she nodded before walking off towards your door, but he didn’t miss the clear message on her face that she was going to be talking to him later about it.

“You know her name, Charlotte.” Loki growled when your door closed again, Nat disappearing with it.

“Do you?” She shot back. “Because you only seem to call her by your little pet name.”

“Not this again…” Loki rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket, gesturing for her to follow since he did not want to have yet another argument in the middle of the common room. “Let’s just get out of here.”

“Ugh, she really called him Lo-Lo?” You scrunched your face up as Nat recounted the awkward encounter. “I’m surprised you didn’t drop her, Natalie.”

Nat screwed her nose up, not enjoying the moniker she used when undercover, and threw a piece of popcorn at you. She had ducked out to the kitchen, making sure the coast was clear before making two big bowls and bringing them back to your room for a movie night. You kind of felt guilty that you hadn’t spent so much time with her, she was a lot of fun but it wasn’t the same as the movie nights with Loki.

“I miss him.” You admitted as the rom-com ended and the friends turned to lovers with their happy ever after, but you didn’t realise the similarities.

“You should tell him how you feel.”

“I said I missed him the other day and he promised we would hang out this weekend but then she showed up.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You said as you poured her another glass of the wine she had snuck into the room. “The alcohol is obviously affecting you.”

“Oh, no, no.” She laughed. “I am 100%, I won’t say sober but, clear headed. You and Loki are the reason people say opposite attracts. Just remember that.”

Another month passed and you saw less and less of Loki, his absence leaving you to wander through the compound looking for something to keep your mind occupied. You cleaned the already pristine labs and moved Tony’s tools around so they made more sense to everyone else but him, knowing he would put them all back when he returned on Monday. Finally, enough time had passed that it could be considered an early night's sleep as opposed to an afternoon nap, so you started making your way back to the apartment floor.

“No, Loki, I am so sick of this. Y/n this, Y/n that, Jesus, no one cares about her!” Charlotte shouted as you stepped off the elevator and right into the middle of their argument, catching your name on her acidic voice. “It’s time to decide, her or me.”

The silence was heavy and the sound of the elevator door closing could finally be heard, pulling Loki’s attention to where you stood frozen with tears in your eyes. You knew this day was coming, you had tried to be nice and encourage a friendship with her but she had refuted your every attempt. She didn’t want you in her life and now she didn’t want you in Loki’s. The final dagger to the heart was the apologetic look in Loki’s green eyes.

You had seen more than enough and couldn’t stomach looking into his eyes anymore. Your feet carried you from the room, by passing your sanctuary and hitting the emergency exit. You ran down the flight of stairs and broke out the back door, ignoring the alarms that you set off and you stepped onto the helipad with a scream, the months of pain finally released. There was no way you could look at him again, not after seeing the pity he held for you so you hit the panel on the quinjet and walked up the ramp, grateful Nat and Clint had taught you how to fly it.

There was no mistaking the figure that watched the jet take off, you could always spot him no matter how dense the crowd. Flipping the switch to stealth mode, you buckled up and tried to think of somewhere you wanted to go. The only place you wanted to be was somewhere you were no longer welcome, at least you saved him from having to say goodbye.

The nights were long as you settled into the cabin you had hired. There was no internet and no power, you were completely off grid and only went into the village for food and supplies during the single hour of daylight. The crackle of a roaring fire was the only sound inside and the flames from the central hearth sent shadows dancing along the walls. It was everything you had imagined Lapland would be but you were still feeling empty, the childhood dream to visit Santa Claus’ Village falling short without the person you wanted to share it with.

You had taken a seat beside the fire with a large mug of coffee that also had a generous pour of Kahlua to help ease your mind. You had never felt as alone as you did in the middle of the Finnish winter, thousands of miles from your friends and family, but you figured now was the best time to learn how to enjoy your own company. By the time the mug was empty your belly was warm with more than just the coffee and you forwent the hot beverage on the next refill.

You had just topped up your mug and carried the entire bottle of coffee liqueur with you to the couch when there was a knock at the door. The owner had said no one ventured as far as the cabin, especially not in winter, so you slipped your Avengers issued gun into your hand and approached with caution.

“Don’t shoot me, love.” Loki called through the door and you pressed your palm to the wood debating whether or not to open it but knowing you couldn’t leave him out in the cold.

Sliding the deadbolt across you opened the door and felt the freezing air chase away the warmth you had accumulated from the fire. Loki practically leapt inside before you shut the door and locked it, kicking the snow off his boots and shaking the flakes from his hair before using his magic to rid the rest.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you watched the blue hue of his skin return to his normal pale shade. “How did you find me?”

“You’re my best friend. I know more about you than I do myself.” He said as he grabbed a woollen blanket and draped it over your shoulders, feeling guilty for lowering the temperature with his entrance. “I would have been here sooner but someone stole the fastest mode of transport.”

Your lips tipped up before you could catch them and he rewarded you with a bright smile of his own. “Charlotte won’t be happy with you.”

“I imagine that is already true.” He said with a shrug. “I broke up with her.”

“What, why?”

“She gave me an ultimatum to choose.” His palm cupped your cheek and you rested your face in the soft touch, having missed it for so long.

“That was her mistake,” you sighed with a small laugh, “no one tells Loki what to do.”

“You’re wrong, love.” His own dark chuckle washed over you as he pulled you closer. “I made my choice.”

His lips brushed against yours so softly that you were sure you imagined the feel of them. You could barely breathe as his dark hair fell around you and the scent you had missed so much set your body on fire, your hands running through the locks and pulling his face back down to yours. You had almost lost his friendship and now you were the one jeopardising it as you kissed him, but he didn’t pull away. The alcohol must have been clouding your ability to think as it felt like forever before you realised what you were doing.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as you pulled out of his hold, touching your lips that were swollen with his kiss. “I, I shouldn’t have done that. I just missed you.”

Loki was already reaching out for you, seeing the panic starting to rise as your pulse beat rapidly in your neck. “Shhh, love, I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time. Since we met, actually.”

You were sure you were drunk now, Loki never showed any signs that he had wanted you, he was just naturally a flirt. “No, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not, y/n.” His sincerity struck you more than your name falling from his lips. “I should be the one to apologise, for taking so long to see what was clearly in front of me all this time.”

Your head tipped back to keep his eye contact as he stepped closer to you, his body flush with yours. “When you said you made your choice-”

“It’s you. I chose you.” His hands took yours and raised them to his chest, his heart slamming hard against your palms. “It’s always been you. I just hope I haven’t lost my best friend by admitting how much I love her.”

Your vision was blurry as tears welled along your eyes and you shook your head, looking around the cabin in the middle of nowhere yet he found you. “You could never lose me.”

A smile broke his face and he stole another kiss before resting his forehead to yours. “I would go to the ends of the universe, every universe, for you.”

The Auction - Part 2

Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader

3009 Words

Warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), slight voyeurism, kind of dom!Steve

A/N: Finally done! Not beta’d, barely proofread, sorry for the delay folks, life has been crazy. Enjoy!

You smirked at your sister in the mirror, “Think I should ask him about the murder?”

“Don’t you dare,” Veronica warned, tugging the curling iron a little too hard. “Those guys are bad news, I’m telling you. They can make you just, poof, disappear. I can’t believe you’re going on this date in the first place.”

“What, was I supposed to turn down two thousand dollars for the hospital?”

“No one would have blamed you.” She was pursing her lips in the mirror; you’d annoyed her with your jokes.

“I would have blamed myself. I’ll be fine. Just relax.” She only huffed. “I’m a big girl, Ronnie. And I’ll text you, just like we agreed.”

“When you get there.”

“Yes.”

“When you leave the restaurant.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes.”

“And when you get home.”

“Yes! I got it.”

“Fine.” She set the curling iron down, “Done.”

You fluffed your hair in the mirror, “Thank you.” You reapplied your lipstick and stood, fixing her with a stern gaze, “I don’t want you worrying about me all night. Go do something fun and I’ll be in touch, okay?”

She crossed her arms, “Fine.” 

“I mean it, Veronica. Go home, smoke some weed, chill out. It’s going to be fine.”

She cracked a smile, “If either of them lays a hand on you, I’ll be the one on trial for murder. And you can tell them I said so.”

You laughed, pulling her into a hug, “I’ll make sure to pass that along.”

“Don’t actually,” she muttered as you parted. For a moment, the fear in her face made you doubt your decision, but it was too late to turn back now. Canceling would be worse at this point.

You both left your apartment and you locked the door behind you. You’d lucked out and the restaurant they’d picked was only a block away. No need to get a ride and if things went sour, you could be home quickly.

Adjusting your dress, you gave the host your name and waited to be seated. You sent Veronica the text you’d promised her and at the host’s signal, followed him into the dining area. 

Your heart skipped as he led you into a private dining room. It was lit by honest-to-god candlelight and the table was covered in a rich tablecloth. Seated in two chairs, opposite each other, were Steve Rogers and James Barnes. 

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