Tsnelf7 - Lilif

I m genuinely in love with anyshit that involves mafia bucky

Went to start writing part 3 of 2M,1B (Two Minds, One Body) but got caught up making mafia!bucky moodboards and aesthetics...

I’m a simp for mafia / ceo bucky !! This was perfect as always

Hiii! If you dont mind me requesting smth along the lines of either mafia!bucky or ceo!bucky…

Its no question that hes always busy, going on business trips or meetings that you havent been spending time with him as much. So once you once you got the news hes coming back home, you’re definitely overjoyed, ready to shower him with all your love and kisses but what if not long later he tells you he needs to go on another trip? You’ll def cry so much (maybe even a breakdown lol) and it soon hits him how little time hes been spending with you and doesnt realize how much its hurting you. i like to think he’ll cancel all his plans to reassure and love on you, comforting you, fucking ur brains out hehe😮‍💨 like a good emotional sex, hes wiping your tears away n all But ill leave it up to your imagination <3

i hope this isnt tooo long and i absolutely adore your writing and thank you for feeding us w ur fics everyday 🥰💕

Dinner is served, come and get your daily feeding of Bucky <3 hehe thank you for reading them! I went with CEO!Bucky just for a change but I think he would still have the same BDE that comes with being at the top of the food chain.

Homecoming || CEO!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, crying, angst, fluff WC: 2.4K

Main Masterlist || Bucky Masterlist

It seemed as if you had spent more nights alone than with your husband this month and it was really beginning to take its toll. The phone calls, photos and FaceTiming couldn’t replace the feel of his chest under your head or his arms curled around your waist, and the puffy bags under your eyes were a testament to how little you could sleep without him next to you. The only thing keeping your sanity together was knowing that he was coming home tonight and that he was yours for the next week.

Right on time, you heard the buzz of the gates opening and his driver pulled up at the front door. You threw the door open and ran down the steps, barrelling into his arms as he stepped out of the car and you felt his contented sigh brush over your skins as he wrapped himself around you, tucking his face into your neck as he inhaled his favourite perfume on you. You didn’t even realise you were crying until he pulled back and brushed them away.

“I missed you too, doll.”

He started to make his way up the steps to the house with his arm fitting into the curve of your waist, leading you along with him. You looked back at the car briefly wondering where his bags were but the moment was fleeting as he pressed his lips to your temple and chased all thoughts away.

“Are you hungry? I saved some dinner for you.” You asked as he kicked the door closed so he didn’t have to let go of you.

“Starving.” He smirked, pressing your back to the foyer wall and pinning you between his body.

His lips crushed against yours, stealing your breath as he showed you just how hungry he was for you and you knew you wouldn’t make it upstairs before your clothes disappeared. His hands were already slipping the straps of your dress from your shoulders before his nimble fingers ran down your spine, opening the zip so the material floated to your feet. Your hands immediately began to cover your body as you looked to the door.

“We should wait until your bags are brought in.” You bit your lip, not wanting to be caught naked by Bucky’s driver because you knew he would probably fire him on the spot for seeing what only Bucky was allowed to see.

“They aren’t coming.” He murmured against your skin as he tried to capture your lips again but you froze and pushed him away.

“Why not?” Your chest was already beginning to ache as you saw the answer in his eyes, the guilt that he was leaving again. “You said we would have the week together.”

Your voice was quiet, broken, as you swallowed the lump in your throat and began to make your way up the stairs so he couldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes. His heavier footsteps followed you and you climbed even faster so he couldn’t pull you to a stop but it wasn’t enough. He caught you on the landing of the first floor and turned you to face him, your eyes looking anywhere but at him.

Your voice was quiet, broken, as you swallowed the lump in your throat and began to make your way up the stairs so he couldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes. His heavier footsteps followed you and you climbed even faster so he couldn’t pull you to a stop but it wasn’t enough. He caught you on the landing of the first floor and turned you to face him, your eyes looking anywhere but at him.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He apologised as he cupped your face. “It was last minute.”

“Of course it was.” You muttered, the bitterness tainting your mouth. “And it’s important for the business. I get it.”

“Do you?” He frowned, his jaw tensing as he saw the slow growing resentment burning in your eyes.

“I do.” You sighed, remembering where Bucky started and how far he had come, fighting tooth and nail to build his business. “I just…you promised me we would have time together, Buck. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and we have this huge house, but what does it matter when I am here all alone.”

You couldn’t hold the intensity of his eyes and twisted your head out of his hold, wiping the tears that were free falling once again. You felt guilty that you were ruining the short time you had with him and it made you feel even worse when you saw his lips turn down. You reached out for him, needing to apologise for adding your baggage to his shoulders that were already weighed down with responsibilities.

“I’m sorry, it’s not that bad, I’m just tired and it's making me more emotional than normal.” You tried to explain as you dropped your head to his chest but he tipped your head back and spied the bags under your eyes.

“When was the last time you slept, love?”

“Last night.”

“Doll…”

“I did sleep last night,” you huffed but he knew you too well, “for three hours.”

His head dropped to yours, resting his forehead against yours as he shook his head in disappointment. “You should be getting your rest.”

Your words choked in your throat, hating that you couldn’t tell the man you loved the truth that you couldn’t sleep when he wasn’t there. He already had enough on his plate so you just nodded and let his lips distract you from the tick, tick, tick of the grandfather clock behind you, reminding you of every second that brought his departed closer. Wrapping his tie around your hand you stepped back, keeping his lips pressed to yours as you led him to the bedroom.

Bucky’s hands gripped your hips as you reached the bed and he pushed you back so you were sprawled across the bedspread, a meal waiting for him to devour. You hadn’t let go of his tie and he was pulled across you, his hands catching him either side of your head and his eyes trailing your skin that he covered like a blanket.

“Baby, I need you right now.” You moaned as his knees spread your thighs apart and he rolled his hips into yours, grinding his erection against your core.

“You’ll have to let go if you want me, doll.” He chuckled as he took your hand and unravelled his silk tie from your grasp.

You were writhing just by the way his fingers pulled his tie free and you couldn't look away, watching him work his buttons free and baring his toned chest so you could reach out and run your fingers across the smooth skin. His clothes were discarded to the floor and you licked your lips as his cock stood proud, the thin material of your panties catching the desire that escaped your folds. He could see how needy you were as he ran his fingers over the material, feeling the dampness through them and in an instant they were gone, being tossed over his shoulder.

“Fuck, I missed you babygirl.” He purred to your pussy as he knelt on the floor and pulled your ass to the edge. “Did you miss me?”

You hummed as he kissed the soft skin of your inner thighs before his hot breath blew across your lips, tongue teasing your folds as he took his time reconnecting with your body after weeks apart. Your moans were soft and you laced your hands in his hair needing to feel more so you pulled his face closer to your skin, wrapping your legs over his back so you could angle your hips just how you needed it.

“Oh god, that’s it baby.” You praised as his lips sealed around your clit and sucked it real good. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Your back was arching as the whitehot lights flashed across your vision and your body splintered into pieces around Bucky’s mouth. It wasn’t until your legs stopped trembling and fell limp at your side that Bucky rose from where he was knelt and wiped the glistening juices running down his chin. Concern flickered across his features and it was only then that you realised there were tears leaking from the corners of your eyes and you rushed to wipe them away.

“Oh god, what is wrong with me?” You whispered as you failed to stop them from falling and the weight in your chest returned, chasing away the pleasure you had just been given.

“Shhh…” Bucky soothed as he climbed on the bed and pulled you into his arms. “Talk to me, doll, I hate seeing you cry.”

Your chest was shuddering as the sobs you tried to contain in your body broke free and you clung to him desperately, as if he might just slip through your fingers if you didn’t hold him tight enough. “I hate seeing you leave. I fucking hate it, Bucky. I hate it.”

Your voice was rising and you didn’t even notice your fists were pounding on his chest until he took them and kissed your clenched fists and your confession slipped past your lips. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

His head reared back and his lips parted with surprise. “What are you saying, y/n?”

Your head was shaking wildly, wishing you could redact the words as you heard the pain in his but you couldn’t stop more from escaping as you reached the point of hysteria. “I don’t know, I can’t think about anything except you leaving, over and over. I married you because I thought we would be together, this just isn’t what I signed up for.”

“Fuck.” You barely heard Bucky’s soft curse as you failed to gather enough air in your lungs and you pressed your chin to your chest. You felt Bucky shift you so that you were chest to chest with him and you felt his cold, wet tears splatter on your shoulder. “Forgive me.”

You could barely hear him as your heart beat so loud in your ears but then he called your name and forced you to look into his steel blue eyes that were filled with tears of his own. “I never knew, if I had known I never would have left you. Please, I can’t lose you. I’ll change, I promise.”

“But your business-”

“Means nothing without you, everything I do is so I can provide you with what I thought you wanted, a big house, the cars…”

Your sobs turned to sniffles as you dried his eyes, the only other time you had seen him cry was on your wedding day. “I only wanted you.”

“I’ll cancel the trip.” He promised as he wrapped his arms tightly around your back and buried his face in your neck. “If I have to go, I’ll take you with me. I never want you to feel alone, fuck, I’m so sorry my love.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I didn’t want to be what held you back.” You admitted as you stroked his hair.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby, this is on me.” He shook his head and gently moved you off his lap. “But I’m gonna make this right.”

He grabbed his pants off the floor and found his phone, disappearing out of the room towards his home office. You were exhausted both physically and mentally so you climbed under the blankets and curled into a ball wondering how long it would take him to make this right, whatever ‘this’ meant. It was less than five minutes and he returned, dropping his phone onto the side table and slipping under the covers with you.

“Steve is going to represent the company for me on the next few trips.” He said softly as he shuffled closer and big spooned your body. “The board will take care of the rest and you have me all to yourself for the next four weeks.”

Surprise and elation flooded you and you turned on his arms. “Really?”

“Cross my heart.” He smiled and wiped the fresh tears from your cheeks. “These ones are happy right?”

You couldn’t answer as your lips were busy telling him with a kiss, your smile pressing against his as his body stirred against yours. His hand leisurely ran along your body until it reached your knee and he pulled your leg up over his hip, his hard cock digging into your belly. A quick adjustment of his hips had him lining up with your entrance and you both moaned as his head slipped through, gripping him tight as he stretched his way inside.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight for me.”

He filled you so good as he rolled his hips with long slow strokes, stoking the fire in your belly so that it roared back to life. Your chests rose and fell in unison as you held each other so tight it was impossible to get any closer. You had to feel him, all of him, your husband that had changed all of his plans for you, putting you first just like he promised when he married you. His soft lips kissed away the tears of relief and the tears of joy before they reconnected with yours and shared the salty taste.

“I love you.” He said with a shuddering breath, his cock swelling even more before he had to bury himself deeper and he rolled over.

Your eyes fluttered closed at the new angle and the depth that pressed towards your stomach, but he begged you to open your eyes so her could see them as you fell apart. You looked up at his handsome face, the bright colour of his eyes almost completely consumed by his pupils, his cheeks blushed and his pink lips were swollen from your kisses. He was so beautiful and he was yours.

“I love you too.” You panted as his hips slammed quickly into yours and the heat spread across your skin until you were sure you would combust. “Oh, baby, oh, god…”

Your body trembled beneath him and he felt your pushy clench around him, igniting his own fuse to explode. You felt his cock pulsing within your quivering walls and the heat of his cum filling you as you locked your arms around his neck and cradled his head to your chest.

The moment of peace was everything you ever wanted, it was just you and him without the cloud of doubt hanging over you, the cloud that would bring the torrential rain at his departure. You no longer had to worry about how you would fall asleep alone in the large bed, wherever he went, you would be right beside him. Until then, you had four weeks at home and you were going to make the most of it.

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Heeey i wanted to ask you if you could maybe do a Muslim male reader where maybe like they are on a case and hitch tells him to go talk with the victims family and they are like we are not gonna talk to a ter**orist and like the BAU team defending him and like comforting him (if you don’t feel comfortable writing about it don’t feel pressured please)

I am so sorry if this isn't good. I tried to make it as fluffy as possible. Please let me know if I did something wrong! Edited by @mystic-writes

"Mr. And Mrs. Hawthorne?" you ask as the door opens in front of you.

"Who're you?" Mr. Hawthorne asks, glaring at you.

You take out your badge and say, "My name is Agent [L/N]. I'm with the FBI. I'm here to ask you a few questions."

"The FBI is hiring terrorists now?" he asks and you freeze. "I don't want you here to blow up my house!"

He slams the door in your face, and you sigh. You pull out your phone and call Hotch, and after two rings he picks up.

"[L/N]," he says over the phone. "What did you find out?"

"They won't let me talk to them. Says I'm a terrorist and I'm going to blow up their house. Can you send Rossi over? Maybe he can help?" you ask and you hear a sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll send Prentiss as well," he says, and you nod though he can't see you. "Do you want to come back to the station?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm fine. It would just be nice to have some backup," you say, before saying goodbye to Hotch, and hanging up. You lean against the car you were given, a big black SUV, and you cross your arms over your chest, watching the house. After five minutes you see Mrs. Hawthorne peeking out the window every couple of seconds, staring right at you before hiding again, like she just got caught.

Finally, after only a couple more minutes, another black SUV pulls up and Rossi and Emily get out, walking over to you.

"We heard what happened," Rossi says, and Emily nods, walking over to you.

"Are you sure you want to be here?" she asks, and you nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You should just take the lead," you say, and Emily and Rossi both nod, and start walking towards the house.

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"Hello, Mr. Hawthorne. It's good to see you again," you say as you sit down in front of him, placing a file on the metal table in the interrogation room.

"You can't hold me! I know my rights!" he yells, pulling against the handcuffs holding him to the table.

You shake your head. "You assaulted a federal officer and threatened to shoot me. You're already going to jail for who knows how long, so how about you tell me what I want and we can make a deal."

"I won't negotiate with terrorists!" he exclaims, jumping towards you, but the handcuffs keep him latched to the table.

You jump out of your seat and run out of the room, your breath coming in short gasps as you say, "I'm sorry. I can't do this."

You sit down on one of the chairs outside the interrogation room and put your head in your hands, hyperventilating, when you feel hands on your shoulders.

"Breathe. I need you to breathe for me," you hear JJ say.

You start taking deep breaths in when you feel more hands on you. Looking up, you see Spencer sitting next to you on the other side and you lean into him, breathing deeply as JJ rubs her hand up and down your back.

You see Emily and Rossi walk up, the former with a cup of something and the latter with a plastic bag of crackers, and Derek trailing behind, a sheepish smile on his face. You smile as your breathing starts to even and you reach out, taking what seems to be water from Emily and the crackers form Rossi, downing the cup in three gulps and stuffing a cracker into your mouth. You sigh through your nose as you chew, and watch as Hotch walks over, kneeling down in front of you.

"Are you okay?" he asks and you nod. "I had some words with Mr. Hawthorne. He has now assaulted two Federal Agents, which doesn't look good for him." You frown and Hotch rolls up his pant leg, revealing a bright red splotch on his shin that's probably going to turn into a bruise tomorrow. "Even if he isn't the unsub, we've been able to unearth some… disgusting things from this man's past, with help from Garcia."

You nod and smile, taking his hand as you swallow your cracker. "Thank you, Hotch," you say, before looking at all the faces around you, affectionately. "Thank you, all of you. I really appreciate it."

They all nod.

"Now, I would like to get back to this case and catch this bastard," you say and they all grin. "Also, it's not Mr. Hawthorne."

"How do you know?" Derek asks, massaging his knuckles. He probably punched Mr. Hawthorne and you're not sorry about that.

You smile. "Mr. Hawthorne is a racist, white supremacist. He would never kill white people."

They all nod, and JJ helps you up, and you all get back to work.

This is so fucking good 😭

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pairing: mob!jake lockley x oc!fem

summary: the past can only define you if you let it.

warnings: slow burn, cursing, mentions of violence, future smut, mentions of dr*gs 18+ ONLY

tagging: @lex-the-flex

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Pairing: Oscar Isaac x Reader x Pedro Pascal

Fandoms: Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal

Summary: You’re on your period, and your boys wake you up for some fun. The three of you end up having more fun than even they intended.

Warnings: Smut, graphic depictions of period sex, double penetration, a non-Spanish speaker trying her best with google translate

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Well hello people who can think in their heads! I can’t !

So basically I can fonction without making sentences in my head and sometimes I force myself to actually think. And also when I read or write something there are no voices in my head.

This is earth shattering, I can’t believe there are people, who don’t think in sentences??? What the fuck is an abstract non-verbal thot? Y’all hoes think in Pictionary???? What the fuck

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.”

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

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || part one

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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I loved everything about this

Except the part where you said you were bringing back the drama I hate you for that ! You love hurting us

Hands That Heal - Ch.6

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky opens himself up and you see a new, softer side to him. Chapter Warning: fluff - so much fluff Word count: 2266

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8coming soon

RECAP: “Stay the night.” You half asked, half begged as you ran your thumb across his full and kiss-swollen lips. “Please.”

“You sure?” He asked, having left every other night, but tonight was different, tonight you had both taken a big step together.

“More than anything.” 

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You woke up as your body reminded you that you hadn’t eaten last night and pulled yourself out from under Bucky’s arm. He stirred slightly and dragged your pillow into his arm before settling back down. It wasn’t until your stomach rumbled again that you were able to pull yourself away from his sleeping form. It was so tempting to stay and watch him, with every muscle relaxed and his dark eyelashes flicking as he dreamt. Grabbing his t-shirt off the floor you pulled it over your head and were enveloped in his scent before leaving him to sleep.

When you went to the living room you found the bowl still full of stale popcorn and the tv still frozen on the colourful entrance to Munchkinland. You turned the tv off and tossed the popcorn in the bin before quietly making breakfast and taking it downstairs. You would normally have put music on while you worked on Bucky’s motorbike but while he was sleeping you didn’t want to disturb him.

Some of the final parts you had been waiting on had arrived so you cut open the boxes and packaging before sitting on your stool and connecting them up. You had just finished installing the replacement exhaust when the stairs creaked and Bucky entered the garage shirtless. Your eyes drank in the sight of him walking over to you, his jeans hanging low on his hips and his scars now unabashedly bared.

“Good afternoon.” You smiled as he pulled you up from your seat to kiss you sweetly. “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded as his hands slipped up beneath his shirt you wore to rest on your waist. “I haven’t slept for that long in…I don’t know how long. How long have you been up?”

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