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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ☆ 𝐁.𝐁

Pairing: Perv!MobBoss!Bucky x Librarian!Reader

Summary: A new bookshop had opened on the quiet block, and a certain mafia leader was interested in the sweet little owner.

Word count: 9.01k

Genre: Mafia. Smut. Romance.

Warnings: Pervy Bucky. Like I mean this man is so horny for the reader it's crazy. Really shameless flirting and a lot of flustered most likely cringe moments but it's fine… I promise. Mention of criminal activity. Bucky is a classy criminal, what can I say, hehe. Swearing. Tension. Inappropriate thoughts. Strangers to Lovers?? Domestic play. These two already act like an old married couple, confirmed. Making out, oral(f). Fingering. Edging. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex. Slight sir kink.

Note: what tf was I on, I do not know. Ahh enjoy.

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“I’m just saying why can’t you get one of the field boys to do it. You got a meeting in thirty, and I don’t see how explaining to them you were ‘out for an errand’ will solve your tardiness.” The driver scoffed yet again as he took the next right towards the new shop that had just opened a few weeks ago in town. A little book shop. There hadn’t been a proper book shop in this part of the city in years, and Bucky was immediately interested in it.

“Like I said, I want to see this place for myself. I don’t need one of those knuckleheads barging in like they own the place. And none of those bozos will ever say a word. I could be a day late, and they’ll all pretend they were just early.” Bucky rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his whiskey. He felt tired just thinking about that meeting. The one he’s been putting off for months. “Stop here.”

Sam sighed in defeat before taking a spot on the busy road. No one seemed to bat an eye as a black Chevy Suburban rolled up, but then again, most people on this side of town knew exactly who the car belonged to. “Meet me back here in twenty. Go grab us a coffee or something.”

“Wait but, Sir. You can't just—” Bucky slammed the door to the car. “Leave…”

The little bell on the top of the door rang cutely as Bucky entered the quiet establishment. There was barely anyone in here, if not no one at all. Perfect. He thought, given he wanted to be able to meet you in peace. And there you were, casually placing books in their rightful places on the shelves. You are wearing a cute sundress with an apron over it. There’s a little sun pattern all over the fabric, making it match with the pastel yellow ribbon in your hair. You were the most beautiful thing Bucky had ever laid eyes on. And the first time he noticed you were in the cafe, a few shops down. You bought a hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin. He still remembers the smile on your face when you took that first sip, getting a little foam moustache as a result.

He wanted nothing more than to kiss your sweet face then and there. So naturally, he looked you up. Finding out you had opened up this vintage-urban store. You had moved from outta town, but no one knew from where. Your family and history was all a mystery. Even to him and his best detectives. You were a no one. And that made you even more interesting. “Come on..just..g-go.”

You were on your tip toes trying to reach the top shelf to put a book back but you being forgetful, left the stool in the back closet and you had decided it was too much of an effort to go back and get it now. So jumping was what you resorted to. You looked like a little bunny in Bucky’s eyes. A sweet little rabbit that’s breast bounced perfectly with every hop. The scrunch in your nose and little tongue poking made him wonder what your face would look like when you were fucked just right.

His feet moved swiftly until he was flush behind up. You felt his broad chest before you heard him as he softly grabbed the book from your delicate fingers and placed it where it needed to be on the shelf. But what ultimately caught your attention was his smooth voice. “Looked like you needed some help, doll.”

Oh right then and there you felt your life was about to change very dramatically and oh, how it did excite you. “T-thanks.”

“Anytime.” His deep voice spilled in your ears like butter, and his cologne danced around you making the outside world cease to exist. He was walking sex on legs, something out of a dark romance novel and you knew exactly who he was. “So, have you got any book suggestions?”

Your smile grew when he asked the question but Bucky was cringing inside. That was really the best he could do. He’s been watching you for weeks and that was all he could mutter up. You on the other hand, chirped, plodding off deeper into the store. Bucky followed as he watched you scanning the shelves, your fingers tracing the spines of multiple books as you passed them, your mouth quivering out the titles of each one. “Ah, here we go!” You grabbed a black book off the shelf. It had a red misty design all around it with bold white lettering in the centre. It looks magical, like you. “This is one of my favourites. But be warned, it’s a lot of info dumping at the start. But the ending is worth it.”

“Thanks doll. What is it about?” Bucky’s sly smile makes your heart shake, your fingers grazing his as you hand him the book. Your throat became dry, unable to think of the right words to describe the novel…”Oh it's fantasy…”

You snapped out of your brain as you saw the man in front of you scanning the blurb on the back, his smile growing into a sinister smirk as he read some of the words, Romantic, erudite and suspenseful. You put your jittering hands in the pockets of your apron as you tried your best not to blush. “Y-yeah.. yes. I... It's really good. It’s got witches and vampires, all sorts of creatures.”

Your little ramble caused Bucky to smile ear to ear. The way your face slowly lit up the more you spoke about it, the dramatic movements of your hands as you used them to further express your emotion. He had come to the conclusion you were the cutest thing on the planet. And he would do anything to protect that. “Well I’ll definitely give it a read, Sunshine.”

Your cheeks deepened the shade of pink upon hearing the cute nickname that slipped from the tall man. You felt like your legs were slowly turning to jelly at the thought. Not only was he hot as all fuck, but he was in fact a reader, like you. “T-Tell me what you think when you finish it.”

“I shall.” His remark was quick, the smirk making your heart race. When was he this close to you? Was he always this close to the point you can smell his cologne mixing with the whiskey on his breath. You gulped, watching his eyes scan from your eyes to your lips, before wetting his own by swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. “I needed to speak with you about…something, as well.”

His deep authorial voice rattled in your mind, suddenly shaking you from your fantasy, making you remind yourself who exactly was standing in front of you. You nodded with a small ‘of course’ before walking towards the front counter. Bucky followed you as he spoke, “I’m assuming you know who I am…” his throat felt dry at his own words.

“Everybody knows who you are, Mr Barnes.” Your words seemed flattened, almost worried. In truth you were scared. The murmurs that circled when you first entered the city was not something you took lightly. The cruelness people spoke off. The ruthless man known as the white wolf. Mr James Bucky Barnes. Too young to be a mafia lord, yet here he stood, powerful, feared and wealthy. “I suppose you were here originally for business then...”

Bucky watched as you took out the logs of the shop, no longer making eye contact with him. Of course you knew who he was, why was he so stupid in thinking he could pretend for one single moment to be somebody else. To be a normal guy that could sway the sweet sunflower that owns the bookshop. A fantasy, he thought, one that won't come true. “I protect these shops on this street. And I was wondering if you would be interested in getting into the same…agreement.” he bit his tongue, trying his best to be professional.

“And what do I have to do to get this sort of treatment…” Your hands were shaking more than you’d like them too, not wishing to look into his cold eyes. But yet his eyes weren't cold, in fact they were swimming in conflict. He didn’t need anything from you, just like the other shops. No, he protected people that needed it and in return he asked for their favour. Nothing more nothing less. But he didn’t want a favour from you. No he just wanted…

“A smile.” Bucky said sternly.

“W-what?” You finally looked up at him to see a soft smirk on his shaded pink features and then he replied again..

“I want you to smile.”

You couldn’t help but yearn for Bucky every time you opened your shop. Waiting for him to walk in through those doors like he did almost two weeks ago now. You still remember the butterflies in your tummy as he said his goodbye…

“Like that.” Your smile grew bigger as he stepped closer to the counter. “It suits you so much.” He picked up your hand gently before placing the softest kiss on your knuckles. You swore your heart stopped at that moment. “I’ll be seeing you, Sunshine.”

And with that he left, leaving your blood rushing to your ears and a hefty tip on your counter.

“Hey, so do I sort the biographies by title or by author.” The young worker you so reluctantly hired comes rushing in from the store room, his shirt on the wrong way and his laces barely tied… his aunt had practically begged you to give him work since he was almost twenty-three and still without job experience. And now you can see why no one wanted to hire the poor thing. He wasn’t the brightest.

“Uh yeah. By author and make sure they are put in the end row by the nonfiction section, please.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as you watched him stumble away to the back of the shop, his laces making him side step.

And then you heard a crash. Followed by a quick, “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” You felt like you needed to ask.

The young boy rounded the shelf, looking back at you with a face as bright of a pink as the poor flowers he was holding. He had broken another vase... perfect.

“Just put it in the back.” You scratched your chin sighing as he repeated over and over ‘I’m sorry’ while cleaning up, what you’d counted as the fourth vase filled with flowers. You shook your head, looking back at the receipt logbook again, going over all the money you’d have made since opening. It was surprising, to say the least, the amount of people that have purchased or borrowed books in such little time made you giddy. You felt a sense of accomplishment at the idea people were reading. The sound of the doorbell chimed, shifting your attention to a possible new customer. “Hello, how can I help…”

“Hey Sunshine.” Bucky’s face beamed with happiness upon seeing you. His casual wear clothes catch you off guard. He almost looked normal and not like some big bad mob boss who could get away with your murder. “I’ve read your book.”

“B-Bucky.” You perked, closing the logs before quickly rounding the front desk until you were almost inches from him. Close enough to smell his gorgeous cologne. “That didn’t take you long…”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, reminding himself he had spent hours reading the book when he should have been working. But who was going to yell at him for it anyway? No, he needed to finish the book quickly so he could have something to talk about. “No, I fell in love with it on page one. And besides, the quicker I read it. The quicker I could come back here and ask you for another.”

Your face blushed as he took a step closer. You gulp at the proximity, practically feeling his body heat. His on hand leaning on the counter behind you, closing the distance. "D-do you have any in mind..."

Bucky watched your eyes flutter close for a moment, taking in his aura. He couldn't help but smirk at how much he affected you. Infecting your perfect little innocent act, because from what he read in that novel, he knew you weren’t the sunshine he depicted you as, no, there was a dark streak inside you, and he wanted desperately to draw it out. "I was curious if you got something more Smutty. Hmm."

"Smutty!?" You gasp, opening your eyes to gaze into Bucky deep ones, his pupils blown out, almost consuming all the ocean shade in his eyes. His smile only grew, placing his other hand on the other side of your body, now trapping you between his large body and the counter.

"Oh, I know you've got ideas, Sunshine. That book wasn't as innocent as you remember, hm." The tilt in his head made you dizzy. His face inches from yours. If you wanted, you would only need to move an inch to close the gap. To finally feel those lips you'd been dreaming about for the past couple of weeks.

"I could give you some suggestions..." You whispered your breath, mixing with his. Bucky bit his bottom lip, inching closer and closer until his lips graze yours and just enough to—

"I think I lost the log book again in the...." The young boy, frozen, almost dropping some of the books that he held tightly in his hand. Bucky sighs, reluctantly pulling away slowly. You looked down at your feet, feeling like your heart was going to jump right out of your chest. "S-sorry."

"It's okay, Peter. Uh..Just.. Did you leave it on the desk in the back again?" You answered the poor boys' question, making his face light up with cringe. He muttered to himself before scurrying off towards the back room. You look back at the man still caging you against the counter, but his gaze was elsewhere. On the young boy, in fact. Bucky couldn’t explain it, but he swears he knew the kid. He's seen him somewhere. His face is so familiar…yet not. "Are you okay?"

Your little murmur caught the mob boss's attention, turning his gaze to you once again. He cleared his throat before standing up straight, almost making himself bigger than normal. His stare still flickered to where the back room was. His gut told him something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what. "Yeah, don't worry about me, Sunshine." He finally looked back at you, gifting you one of his award winning smiles, "I'm good."

"Well. I should be getting back to work." You felt a slight twinge of embarrassment circle in your tummy. Getting caught in the arms of a man like Bucky but being caught almost kissing him. That was a scandal and a half. Argh, you can practically hear all the old bettys in the street gossiping already. You go to turn away from him, but his hand grips your upper arm, swinging you into his chest. His free hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Let me take you out." He smirked.

"A date?" You questioned.

"Yes. I like you, Sunshine. If that wasn't obvious enough." He could see your ears start to turn pink as you tried to look everywhere else. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears, feeling an overwhelming sense of every emotion under the sun. He leaned closer until his lips grazed your ear, whispering, "Think about it. I'll come back Friday afternoon before you close, and you can tell me your answer."

He lightly kissed your cheek before letting you go, walking out, without another thought. You just stood there, shocked, thrilled and absolutely terrified.

"You can't go."

"What?" You knitted your brow as you turned to Peter standing in one of the aisles. He jumped, changing his expression from a plan and cold expression to one of bewilderment.

"Uh, what I mean is you shouldn't…go. He's not a good man." You can see his grip on the books tighten as he grits his teeth. Your expression stayed the same as you turned your back to him, opening the logbook to where you were before.

"I know who he is." Your words were cold, blunt, almost shocking the young man. He was taken aback, to say the least, but then again, he expected your response. In fact, he hoped for it.

Through the following days, you found yourself staring at the clock, waiting, begging for the day to end. You wished desperately for it to be Friday every time you woke up. It was finally Thursday when your craving died a little. An old lady had come in to return a few books, and she had said a fine looking man had asked her to give you a piece of paper. A letter. To say your heart nearly jumped through your throat would have been an understatement. "Hey, Peter. I need to do some paperwork, watch the store."

"You've never let me work the regis—." You didn't even let the poor boy finish his statement as you sped off towards the back room. Your shaky fingers locked the door as quickly as possible before you practically jumped into the swivel chair. ‘Open it’ you told yourself ‘it has to be from Bucky’. Your smile only grew bigger at the voice singing in your head. You open the paper and see it's written in the most beautiful hand writing you've ever seen. It read;

To my Sunshine,

Even though our interactions have been brief, I have to confess that crossing paths in your bookshop was not the first time I've noticed your beautiful presence. I first saw you in the cafe, three shops down. The way you were lost in your book while sipping on your hot chocolate made me want to dive into your mind and see it’s wonders. Curious what could be lying within… You’ve been on my mind ever since. I have found I am unable to sleep at night without the thought of you. Call me old-fashioned with this letter, but I needed to get this off my chest without blabbering like a fool in front of you. I can't wait for our date tomorrow that I know you’ll say yes to. But until then. A gift…

You look at the bottom of the page and note there is a phone number. If the confession of love wasn't enough, him giving you his number was certainly going to kill you. You had already planned to say yes to his date but now an idea sparked in your mind. In truth, you have found feelings towards Bucky, like you had been made for one another. No amount of time, whether little or long it was, you know your feeling would stay the same. So you wanted to take the reins for once, even if deep down you knew you wouldn't be able to hold them for long.

Sunshine// I got your letter. I want you here out the front by 6 pm, wear something casual.

You left no room for argument as you shut your phone off and held your head high. Peter’s expression of unpleasantness couldn’t… wouldn’t, stop you from the growing butterflies in your gut. You were finally going to be happy, and Bucky was the one going to give it to you.

You swore it wasn’t this cold yesterday afternoon, the keys almost sticking to your ice cold fingers. You checked the locks to the doors one final time before letting out a sigh of relief and nerves, ready to call it a night. “Well hello, Sunshine.”

You turned with a smile, seeing the man of the hour. He was wearing a less-fancy dress suit. No tie, or cuff links. You couldn't help but giggle. “I said casual wear James…”

“What do you mean, love? This is casual.” He chuckled, taking two large steps to you, closing the gap. His hand snuck around your waist, squeezing the flesh on your hips. “So where are we off to, tonight?”

“A surprise. So you’ll just have to trust me.” You giggle, your palm resting on his chest. You could feel his heart racing a million miles, yet he looked so composed. But then again in his field of ‘work’ he needed to show almost no signs of emotion.

“I’d trust you with my life.” Bucky had never used those words so lightly, but it was the truth. He couldn't explain it but he could easily lay his life down for you. You could crush it if you wished and he wouldn't say a thing. You blushed at his confession, reaching on your tiptoes you kiss the rugged man's cheek, before pulling away towards the street.

“I loved your letter by the way.” And with that you turned to start walking, letting Bucky trail after you like a love sick puppy.

“Just this way…” Bucky followed you curiously as you weaved through the streets. There were no restaurants or diners around in this area he knew of and given he owned half the city he should be aware of almost everything. So where on earth were you taking him? You turned your head over your shoulders spotting the confusion on his face, you couldn't help but giggle at his wide boba-like eyes. You outstretched your hand, waiting for him to take it. Bucky swore he felt his heart stop when he locked his fingers with yours. Bucky has never put this much trust in a person before and yet he has found himself being led by you through the front door of an apartment complex and up three flights of stairs before coming to a stop at a door that read 117. “I..”

All the words you had prepared to say had suddenly flown out the window as you slotted the key into the lock. Bucky's smirk grew as he watched your brain scramble, finding enjoyment in watching you squirm. “And here I thought you had an innocent date planned. But my cheeky little sunshine just wanted me all to herself, hmm?”

“N-no!!” you whipped your head to his direction, leaning against the door with blush riddled on your cheeks. “I-i just wanted to make you a home cooked meal. I-i prefer cooking over going out.” You dipped your head to the ground feeling a little ashamed of your introvertedness. Bringing such a dangerous man home wasn't exactly the thought that crossed your brain when you thought of this evening. In truth you were only thinking about treating him to your cooking, something you took pride in. “I’m not very good with other people.”

He brought his hand to your chin, lifting your face up so he could look at you in the eyes. There was no judgement in his soft gaze, heck even his killer smirk was now only a small simple smile. “As long as I'm with you, we could be doing anything, besides…” He leaned down to give the side of your face a kiss before whispering, “I’m not one for crowds either.”

You gulped, nodding slightly as you turned back to open the door. Bucky's gaze shifted from yours as soon as he heard the creek of the wood, finally getting a peek inside the little place you call home. Your place was riddled with a vintage, cottage-like aesthetic. It was like Bucky had stumbled into a fairies hut that was hidden away in an enchanted forest. The smell of your salt lamp was strong but not as strong as the calming lavender. He felt like the air around him was giving him the warmest hug. Everything was soft, cute, and dainty… just like you. You lead him deeper into the apartment, letting him take the lead once you get to an archway. It led into the lounge room he found, spotting the emerald couch and various bookshelves encasing a tv cabinet. “Uh..I… make yourself at home, I just got to put away some things and I'll start to prepare dinner.”

You scurried off before he had the chance to protest, not that he would have that is. He was almost scared to take a seat, his black on black attire completely stuck out to the surroundings. Slicked back hair, expensive accessories, shoes worth more than most of your furniture… He was so out of place. Taking a seat he felt himself sink into the cushions. He was being bombarded by plushies falling onto him as he shifted to get comfortable. Everything smelled like you, sweet, sugary, a hint of freshly baked goods and old books. He couldn’t help himself, leaning down, he brought his face to a blanket you use regularly when lounging on the couch. He took a deep inhale. ‘God help me’ he'd think to himself as his fingers tangled in the soft fabric, feeling his hips twitch at the thought of your scent round him. Paint him as a pervert, he didn't care, all he cared about in this moment was the feeling of you. Craving, begging to see if he could have you as more.

A loud clunk caught his attention, making him snap out of the haze clogging his mind. He’s never sat up quicker, swiftly moving towards the kitchen to only find you with a pot on the ground and the lid firmly in your hand as if you were using it as a shield. “Whoops…” was all you could mutter, feeling like your nerves had been shot from the loud noise. Bucky scooped up the pot, trying to see if you were okay only to see your face completely red. The same red as the tomatoes on the counter. “I can't stop my hands shaking,”

You tried to laugh it off lightly at how nervous you were with such a man like Bucky being in your house. You were starting to regret bringing him here and wishing you just sucked it up and took him to a restaurant instead. Bucky's free hand placed itself on your upper arm, gently rubbing up and down on your soft skin before giving the flesh a squeeze. He hadn't even realised you were dressed in something different, another sundress, but this one was black with lace accents on the hems. the ribbon holding up your hair matched it accordingly. “Hey It's okay. Just take a deep breath, baby.”

Him calling you all these pet names weren't helping but you obeyed him as best as you could nonetheless. “I just feel a little silly bringing you here. You know since we barely know one another and I don't want you to get the wrong impression…”

“And what kind of impression would you be giving me, hmm?” He didn't mean to come off as teasing but his deep tone caused him to always sound alluring.

“I..uh. That I wanted to just get you to my place to sleep with you. Cause that's not the reason i just really dont l-like—” you stopped rambling as soon as your eyes met Bucky's. His dark blown out gaze causes your words to get caught in your throat. Bucky had put the pot down a while ago, his spine straight as he stepped closer. You instinctively took a step back and then another before your hips made contact with the counter. Bucky placed a foot on either side of yours and his hands on the marble behind you. You were caged.

"And what if that was the reason? Would it be so bad?" It was like his voice got deeper, more sultry as he took a deep grumbling breath, taking in the scent of your perfume and shampoo.

"I j-just don't want to ruin anything we could have." You whispered, your eyes fluttering close. But Bucky simply stared holes into your flesh, like he could see straight to your soul. This cute little thing in front of him wants more than a hookup? Wants to actually get to know him? He doesn't know if he had just won the jackpot, or this was, in fact, a cruel dream he hadn't woken up to yet.

"Trust me, darling. Nothing you can do will ruin anything between us..." he leaned down to your ear, "Even if it's sex."

You choked when you heard him groan that unruly word. Your hand clapping over your mouth to hide your gasp. Never in your life have you been put into a situation quite sultry as this one. The men you’ve dated were only stereotypical, self-centered or mama’s boys. Worse if they were all three. But Bucky was different. He is no gentleman but yet, if you asked for the moon he would do anything to give it to you. He is not a nice man but if someone were to hurt the old lady that runs the little shoe shop down the street he would not be afraid to kill the fucker who did her wrong. He is not a lover but he’d be damned if he didn't get down on one knee right now and begged for your hand. Bucky was different and that's why you had quickly fallen for the man even if those around you did not approve. “W-what if I were to ask for more tonight. Not just dinner…”

Bucky's heart stopped, he was sure of it. His body moving closer his lips inches from your own, “I would give anything your pretty little heart desires… all you gotta say is, please.”

You opened your eyes to see his dark ones locked on you. Moving your hand slowly, you snaked them gently around his neck, feeling his soft locks tangle between your fingers. “Please…” His lips locked onto yours, stealing the yelp from your throat. His hands that were gripping firmly on the counter now tugged at your hips, bringing you flushed against him. You could feel his body heat pool where you needed him most. You’ve never been kissed like this before. The softness with pure desperation lingering. It was as if your nerves exploded with little fireworks across your spine as you shiver under him. “B-bu-B.” He was quick to swallow your cries, using his leg to spread your thighs more so he could easily slip between them.

“If we keep going, we won't be having dinner.” Bucky groaned against your tongue, pulling away with a tug on your bottom lip. He could hear a slight ring in his blushed ears, feeling his whole body shaking, craving to keep going. But he needed you to take the lead. Tell him what you wanted… for now.

“My bedroom is the first door on the left.” Your smile seemed to be contagious, as Bucky couldn't help but give you a cheeky little smirk in return. He wasted no time in taking a hold of your lips again, but this time he took a step back, letting you both shuffle ungracefully towards the hallway. You huffed as you almost tripped, giving up with the kiss. You grabbed a hold of his hand that was still tightly against your hip, intertwining your fingers with his. You both stood there for a moment. Nothing but battered breath and racing heart beats could be heard. It was like the world had ceased to exist around this very moment. His hazy gaze travelled from where you were both connected, up your soft arms, until he reached your lips. They were swollen, puffy and pink. Beautiful… Bucky thought. Everything about you was simply breathtaking.

You gave him a soft smile, one he has never seen ever pointed in his direction, and with your hands tightly interlocked, you led him slowly down the hall. A shy grin decorated your features. Something that Bucky's dark stare didn't linger from, as if he needed to map out every curve and twist to keep it perfectly accurate in his mind for years to come. From the intense gaze, you look away and towards your bedroom.

As soon as you opened the door, Bucky was met with the sweetest scent. It was so much stronger than the one that painted your apartment. Strawberries, vanilla, and brown sugar. The room wasn't much different from the rest of your place. It was neat, tidy. But there were blankets and plushies galore on your bed. Like a little nest to keep you safe from the outside world. The bedding was a forest green that matched the similar greens on your desk that sat in the corner. You, of course, had a bookshelf in here too, filled with a number of different kinds of novels. Bucky reminded himself to bring up the one you recommended to him when you first met.

"Cute..." Was all he spoke, making your red face become even more hotter. You turned back to him, seeing his gaze glued to you, eyeing you with a devilish smirk. "...Just like you.”

Bucky lowered himself to place his lips on yours in another heated kiss. His hands wandering lower and lower, making your own fly to grab his shoulders. He backs you up slowly, step by step. Your hazy mind was too focused on the deepening kiss to notice any movement. It wasn't until you were suddenly startled by the edge of the bed hitting your thighs that you pulled away from the man in front of you. Bucky didn't hesitate to push you back gently. The little yelp that escaped your throat would have sounded pathetic if in a different scenario, but Bucky couldn't help but groan in response to the sound. Before you could protest anything, Bucky quickly stifled any noise as he followed you to capture your lips once more in a fierce kiss.

Teeth clashed against each other, and tongues danced like there was no tomorrow. It was like Bucky couldn't get enough of you. He needed to taste you in every way possible. The whimper that slipped from him as his mouth ventures lower to your jaw, biting and lapping at your skin. Then the same is done to your neck, your collarbone, all the way to the part of your breasts that were exposed above your sundress. You gasp, tipping your head back onto the plushies behind you while your hands loosen from the fabric on his shoulders.

Bucky suddenly stopped, his dark gaze looking up at your flushed expression. You're as red as the hottest sun with glossed over eyes, and God is it a delicious look on you.

"Such a pretty little thing." He groans, his voice all but a hushed whisper, slowly snaking his hands to your knees, playing with the lacy hem of your dress. "May I, Sunshine?" You nodded while biting your lip, a little too enthusiastically, shifting a little side to side. You tried to ease some of the ache between your legs.

“Use your words, Doll,” He grins, his touch unmoving.

“Please Bucky,” you finally squeak out. He shifts his body lower until he is snuggly between your legs. The sight of him looking at you through his lashes while his tongue coats a thin layer of spit on his lips was enough to make you soaked. You shiver as his large hands run from your knee, up your thigh, under your dress before returning back to your knee, tantalisingly. As if marvelling at what was before him. What you were gifting him. He does it again, this time letting his finger tips linger a little bit longer on your inner thigh before pulling away completely, leaving a thrilling chill to run down your spin. “I need you…”

His ghosting hand places itself back on the soft parts of your thighs, squeezing as he heard those three words slip from your pretty mouth. “You need me, Sunshine? Need me to take the ache away? Tell me what you need, sweet thing.”

“I want you to…taste me…” You felt shy whispering such filth but Bucky on the other hand, simply raised an eyebrow at your daring comment. It was something so daring it brought a smile to his older features. His little sunshine wasn’t innocent and he was slowly drawing the darkness out. His thumbs hooked on the edge of the dress hesitating before pulling the fabric up, agonisingly slow.

“Hmm, I knew my girl had a sinful side.” He spoke with a lightly chuckle escaping his reddened lips from him biting them in anticipation. My girl…those words played in your head on loop, like your new favourite song. My girl. Argh you would never get over him saying that.

He hikes your dress up higher to reveal your cute purple panties with a deep wet patch on them. You’re soaked right through. It was like he couldn't help himself, taking his pointer finger he pressed firmly on the patch watching the fabric stick to your core. He couldn't help but groan, “All this talk and here you are…dripping.”

Bucky dragged your underwear down your thighs. The cool air that crept from your bedroom window immediately hitting the warmth of your core below. His fingers snatch the fabric clean off your legs, flicking them off to the side of the bed somewhere before his lustful gaze finally sets on the prize he had been yearning for ever since he first met you.

He swipes his thumb over your aching cunt, collecting some slick with his finger. It sent a jolt through you, your thighs twitching without your control. He coated his fingers more, watching your juices were spilling down his digits onto his knuckles. He does it once more for good measure, this time rubbing over your clit to earn himself a delicious whine from you. You grip at the bedsheets, widening your legs further for him unconsciously as he continues to play and rub at your clit just right. "Fuck...James."

"That's it Sunshine, feeling good?" He chuckled watching you flinch as he pressed harshly on your clit. He snaked closer before his face was inches from your soaking pussy. He blew onto your wet lips, causing a gasp to leave you, but the gasp quickly turned into a high-pitched whine as you suddenly felt the warmth of his mouth upon you. He begins to lap up your pussy all the while still harshly circling your clit, moans escaping your parted lips. The noises turned into something desperate when the thumb was replaced by his firm tongue, pressing down and licking at your swollen bud, again and again. Bucky groaned against you, bucking his hips into the mattress at a stuttering pace. You took notice of his whine, feeling another one while he ground his hips just right against the sheets.

"Please, Buc..Bucky, t-that. I..ah."

You've never had any man pay this much attention to you before, let alone find enjoyment in eating you out. You can feel yourself becoming absolutely soaked just under the sensation of his mouth. Your legs quiver and shake, unable to control your movements as you feel yourself tip closer to the edge.

You try to take a deep breath. Feeling yourself already so close has made you feel slightly embarrassed. But as he sunk his long finger inside of your cunt, all the nerves seemingly washed away. Another one slid in easily and "Nh-ah JAMES!" He curls them upwards, right to the spot that sends a spark of electricity crackling through your core.

He begins a steady rhythm along with his tongue continuously lapping your clit like he was a starved man taking his fill of a goddesses nectar and you're unable to control the noises and pants that fall from your throat. You grip one hand into the sheets as the other flies to grab the back of your thigh. lifting your leg up further to give him more access. You need more. You craved more. You've never felt this good before, and your being was demanding to be selfish… just this once.

He added a third finger as if he knew you needed something more. It made your head slam into the pillow behind you, turning to almost shout into the soft cushioning, muffling yourself for your poor neighbours. He works up a good rhythm, finding what buttons to push, succeeding in getting to know what your body wants. Groans from him and other lustfulled sniffles fill the room, as your thighs clamp down around the mob boss's head, keeping him where he is.

He could barely breathe as your hips buck against his soaked face. But he couldn't care less. In fact, he would be happy if he died like this. In between the legs of his best girl, his pretty little sunshine. You felt like you were about to explode but the euphoria didn't last long as Bucky used his free hand that had been holding onto your outer thigh to pull your legs apart, holding them in place so he could sit up slightly. "You close, baby? Do you need to cum?"

"Yes!" You answered in a choked whine needing to feel his mouth on you once again.

"Yes, what sunshine?" Normally, he would be one for punishment, and given you kept breaking rules, he was most certainly craving to punish you. But he decided to let it slide this one time. He has more than enough time to mould you and shape you into his perfect little baby later. But for now, he'll see what type of filth he can draw from you.

"Yes, please, Sir." Your glossed eyes finally opened for the first time in what felt like years, your tears clouding most of your vision but you could still see the darkness in Bucky's gaze and how his chin was dripping with slick. Your slick.

He drove his fingers deeper, his knuckles brushing your walls as he slammed his digits in a calculated thrusts. Harsh, slow, and powerful. You become louder, needier, and you can’t get your breathing under control. You’re teetering right on the edge. Ready. Right there and then...

He stops.

His glistening face had the cheekiest, wet grin across it like he felt proud of edging you. “Say that again, Sunshine. Who am I?”

“S..Sir..oh nagh.” He picked back up, but at an even faster pace, bringing you to the edge in mere milliseconds. But just as you were about to burst you felt his fingers pop right out of your aching hole. “Ahng.. pleasee.”

You whined, staring at him with welting tears, shocked, and panting louding. Your heart beating in your ears with flush brilliant red cheeks. You lick your lips as you run your hand over your mouth before raking it through your slightly dishevelled hair. Your eyes grew narrow as you stared at the man between your shaking legs. He holds your thighs apart so you can’t clamp them shut to try and stop the intense tingling between, causing you to huff in frustration.

“Don’t mean to ruin the fun now, princess,” he inquired as he stood up off the bed, towering over your weak looking frame. The moon light that was pooling in the room caused his shadow to engulf you, covering your body in his darkness. He looked powerful. He looked dangerous. Like the man everyone warned you about. The feared mafia leader of New York. He pulls you by your ankles, yanking you until you were sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand gripped the back of your neck gently bringing your face to his so he could kiss you. But you kept your hand over your mouth, your other hand coming to place on his chest, holding him firmly in face with a hidden smirk.

“You are a cruel man.” You gestured to him not letting you finish, but in truth, the word cruel hung in the air like thick tension. Cruel. A word he was sadly used to. But not in this kind of way. It almost delighted him. You felt your heart jump as he raised his brow, coming closer so that he’s only a hair’s breath away from the back of your hand. His dark eyes roam over your face, taking in every detail.

“Hmm why? You tasted so sweet,” He bit his lip, “I wanted you to have a taste…” He mimics what you asked prior. You swallowed thickly with wide eyes nodding shyly. Slowly, you moved your hand away as he paused for a moment, just to see your flustered face once more. “Cute…”

He dives in, kissing you, lapping at your lips. His teeth nibbling, and his teeth clashing against yours. You could taste the muskiness of yourself on his tongue, the sweetness that lingered. You deepen the kiss, allowing his hand on the back of your neck to hold it still in place, giving up any power to give him everything of your being. Your hands shift to his shirt, catching the hem between your finger tips before tugging at the fabric. He seemed to get the gist as he pulled away for only a mere couple of seconds to pull his shirt off, snatching your lips against his once more.

Your fingers trace his body with your sight, feeling all the bumps of scar tissue and muscle. More proof of his status, of who he truly was. But yet you still couldn’t pull yourself away. You’re not sure if you ever will. “James..” You huffed against his lips, “Buck I..”

He pulls away, letting his nose rub against yours while his eyes stay tightly sealed, taking in the moment like he was never going to be able to get it again. “What is it, my Sunshine?”

“I need you… please.” You voice was barely above a whisper, only you and him being able to ever hear your little plea. His smile. His addicting smile made the butterflies in your tummy swoon. His hand that was firmly on your neck slid down until it found the zipper to your dress, playing with the metal between his digits.

“Can you stand?” He gently asked, waiting for you to nod a small ‘yes’. He helped you stand, the backs of your thighs still tightly against the edge of the bed, as if the position was helping you stand. He finally pulled away, letting your eyes wander down his toned, damaged chest. He had tattoos up his right arm while his left was completely metal. A dark almost purple metal with golden accents. You heard rumours about how he had a missing limb but this was far from what you imagined.

You licked your swollen lips unconsciously as you gawked at him. Bucky on the other hand couldn't help but grin sinisterly at your reaction, delicately grabbing the zipper on your dress, he unzipped it until the straps of your dress loosened and fell from your shoulders.

The fabric pooled at your chest, your arms tightly holding it in place. “I…”

“Are you okay, love?” Your eyes snapped to his deep chocolate ones when he called you ‘love’, feeling your nerves crackling like fireworks. He tilted his head to the slide marginally, his smirk fading to a simple smile but his eyes never dimming their darkness. His hands gripped tightly onto his belt, unlooping it before throwing it somewhere in the room. He had made you watch his every move as he unzipped his slack unhurriedly. He could see the darkness begin to cloud your colourful eyes, your pupils growing large as the fabric fell to the floor, leaving him in his boxers. “Your turn.”

His voice somehow got deeper. His fingers gliding along your goosebumped skin. You took a deep inhale through your nose before letting your dress drop, pooling at your ankles. "Fuck..."

"Bucky..." You don't even know why you called his name, but he was immediately on you, his one hand resting on your bare hip while the other effortlessly unhooked your bra in one quick snap, watching your plump breast spring free. He almost bent you in half when he brought his face to your tits, taking a deep breath, smelling your perfume on your sweaty skin. His tongue licked along the valley, groaning as he latched his mouth to your left nipple. "Fuck James, nargh."

Your hands tangled in his hair as you fell back, dragging him with you as you fall onthe bed with an 'oof'. He used his strong arms to throw your body upwards until your head hit the pillows, not leaving your breasts alone. He painted every part of skin he could with beautiful purple marks. Neading your chest, tugging on your nipples and wetting every surface. He could lay here and suck your tits for hours if you let him. But he knew you needed more. He needed more. To feel what it's like to be inside you.

"Such perfect tits. A pretty body. Everything about you is perfect Sunshine. Hmm. My perfect baby." His praise made you whimper, a tear creeping out the corner of your eyes. You've never had someone say such kind things to you, praised you the way Bucky has been. For a cruel man, he was the kindest person you've ever met.

"J-James, please. I need you i-inside me." You whispered, tugging his head up by his hair so his lips were inches from your own. He gave you a small peck before sitting up slightly so he could pull his cock out of his boxers, letting smack against his abdomen. You wrapped your legs around his waist, in the process so he could slide the tip of his cock along your folds eagerly.

“Whatever my girl wants, she’ll get.” He sunk inside your soaked cunt inch by inch, bit by bit, at a snail pace until he bottomed you out completely. He shivered at the feeling of your warm walls clenching tightly around him. His eyes squeezing shut and face burring in your neck. He could feel the coil in his gut already tug. He was going to cum any second and he felt embarrassed how quick you’ve made him feel. As if he had just died and gone to heaven. “Fuck sunshine, you feel so nice. Your pussy is sucking me in ngah.”

“Bucky please move.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, grinding upwards onto his public bone, feeling the friction ease the ache only just. It was like a switch went off when Bucky heard your little plea, snapping his hips into yours at such a pace, it caused the air to be snatched out of your lungs. If you weren't being fucked by the inch of your life you would of felt sorry towards your neighbours as a string of cries, swears and pet names bounced off the thin walls of your bedroom. Bucky drug his nails in the soft flesh of your waist and back, surely creating deep indents that you’d be flaunting for days to come.

You’ve never felt such a connection to another person before let alone a man. You were brought up with the idea that love didn’t exist. That it was only a dream that settled in the books you’ve read. But the way Bucky made you feel, the way he made you want to feel. It was like you were in those books you’ve read.. “Bu-Bucky I—”

“It's okay baby. Let go. I wanna feel you cum around my cock, fuccknagh..” He sat up just slightly grabbing both of your wrists so he could hold them above your head, lacing his fingers harshly around your appendages. Bending one of your legs over his shoulder, he then jackhammered into you at a speed that was just what you needed, feeling his waist grind against your clit, giving you the right amount of simulation to let go. “That’s it, Sunshine.”

Your foggy eyes, riddled with tears, stared up at Bucky's, never leaving his gaze. He watched every detail your face made as you came crashing down from your high. The way you brows cross, you mouth hung only ajar and the saliva that dripped down your chin. You were the hottest thing he had ever laid eyes on, he was certain. “Fuck, Sunshine, can I come inside you. Can I fill this pretty pussy up?”

His eyes began to flutter closed as he felt a rush of need spill down his spine. You whimpered out a daring ‘yes please’ making him bust his load deep inside you, coating your walls before some of his cum started to leak out around his cock that stilled in you. Clouds danced around you, the softness of air tickling your sweaty flesh. Every nerve in your body was on an all time high and it was all thanks to the dangerous man above you. Bucky had let go of your wrist, kissing each one tendly, while you simply lazily watched him, basking in the moment, never wanting it to end.

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itsteambarnes · 27 days ago

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really need to hear the words “you’re so fucking pretty” while he pushes his cock inside me

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itsteambarnes · 4 months ago

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😭😭

You’re enough for me - Part 1

You felt it before he even said a word.

The slow, creeping distance.

The way his kisses had gone from lingering to quick, distracted pecks.

The way his hand used to reach for yours without thinking — now, it stayed in his lap, clenched and still.

And tonight, when he muttered “I’ll be out here for a bit” and didn’t come back…

That’s when you knew.

Bucky was going to break your heart.

And he was going to do it soon.

You lay in bed, the sheets cold on your side because he hadn’t come to warm them. Your fingers gripped the pillow like it might anchor you, but your chest already felt like it was splitting wide open.

You could feel it in the silence. In the way the walls seemed to hum with the words he wasn’t saying.

Tears burned behind your eyes, but you blinked hard against them.

No.

Not yet.

But minutes passed. Then an hour.

And still, no sound of him coming back to you.

Your breathing hitched. A broken little gasp slipped out before you could stop it, and suddenly you were crying in earnest, your face pressed into the pillow as if it could muffle the way your chest heaved.

It wasn’t loud — not sobs, not really. Just that quiet, breathless kind of crying that came from somewhere deep.

Because you weren’t mourning yet.

You were bracing.

You already knew how this ended.

You’d seen it in the way his blue eyes flicked away from yours lately. In the way he flinched when you touched him like your affection was too much, like it weighed him down instead of lifting him up.

You wiped at your face with shaking hands and sat up, chest tight like a vice.

You couldn’t do this — lay here and wait for him to come in and pretend everything was fine until tomorrow when it wasn’t.

So you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood, your body heavy like you were dragging every terrible fear behind you.

The apartment was dark except for the faint glow of the TV from the living room. The sound was low, muffled voices drifting through the hallway.

You padded out quietly, bare feet cold against the wooden floor.

And there he was.

Bucky Barnes.

Your Bucky.

Sitting on the couch, slouched forward, his elbows on his knees.

His eyes were on the TV, but you could tell by the way his jaw was set, his hands clasped too tight — he wasn’t watching. Not really.

He was somewhere else entirely.

Far away from you.

Your throat went tight again.

But you forced your voice to stay steady as you stood there in the doorway.

“Are you gonna come to bed?”

The words felt fragile even as they left your mouth. Like they might shatter between you before they even reached him.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even look at you.

Just sat there, staring at the flickering screen like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Your heart cracked in two.

You sucked in a breath, sharp and shaking.

And you stepped forward, bare feet on cold floor, until you were standing right in front of him.

Your chest rose and fell too fast, and your hands trembled at your sides.

But still — you stood there.

Right in front of him.

Because if he was going to end this, if he was going to rip your heart out, you at least deserved to look him in the eyes when he did it.

His eyes didn’t flick up right away.

You stood there, heart in your throat, waiting for something.

A glance. A word. Even a sigh.

But Bucky just kept staring through the TV like he couldn’t bear to look at you.

Your voice cracked when you tried again, softer this time.

“Bucky.”

His jaw clenched, that sharp muscle ticking under his skin.

Still silent.

Something inside you snapped then — not loud, not angry, just… broken.

You let out a shaky breath and whispered,

“Just tell me.”

That made him flinch.

His hands, clasped so tight they looked painful, flexed open like he wanted to reach for something. But he didn’t move toward you. He just dragged his palms down his thighs and finally lifted his eyes.

Blue.

So blue and so damn tired.

And when they met yours, your chest twisted because you saw it — that look that told you everything before he even opened his mouth.

Guilt. Regret.

Distance.

“I didn’t want to do this tonight,” he muttered, voice rough, like every word scraped against his throat.

You let out a bitter little laugh, tears already pooling again.

“Yeah? Well, I’ve been waiting. I’ve felt it. For weeks now. Every time you pull away, every time you act like touching me costs you something—”

Your voice broke, and you had to look away, sucking in air like you were drowning.

“I knew. I just… I kept hoping I was wrong.”

Bucky stood then — too fast, too sudden — like he couldn’t bear sitting still anymore.

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a step away like putting space between you might make this easier.

“I’m not pulling away because I don’t—”

He stopped, jaw working.

“Because I don’t care. I do.”

You let out a sharp breath, stung by the way he couldn’t even say love.

Couldn’t say I love you.

Not when it mattered.

“Then why are you doing this?” you whispered, voice raw.

“Why are you sitting out here every night like I’m some burden waiting for you in that bed? Why won’t you just—”

Your chest heaved, tears falling now.

“Just be honest with me, Bucky.”

His face twisted, pain flickering there.

And finally, he rasped,

“Because I’m not good for you.”

His voice broke on it.

“I’m not— I can’t give you the kind of life you deserve. I thought I could. I wanted to. But I’m still a fucking mess. I wake up every night with nightmares, I look at my hands and all I see is blood, and when I see you, I—”

His breath shuddered out.

“I see everything I could ruin.”

Your heart cracked wide open at the rawness of it.

But God, it hurt.

You stepped closer, tears hot on your cheeks.

“So you decided to ruin it first? Before I got the chance to leave? Is that it?”

Bucky’s eyes squeezed shut.

His shoulders hunched like he was bracing for a hit.

“I’m trying to protect you.”

The laugh that tore out of you was hollow.

“By breaking my heart? By making me feel like I’m not enough?”

You shook your head, voice trembling.

“You’re not protecting me, Bucky. You’re punishing yourself. You think pushing me away makes you the martyr, the hero who saved me from you.”

You stepped closer, voice softer now but still sharp with pain.

“But I never needed saving. I chose you. Every broken, messed up part of you. And you didn’t even give me the chance to fight for us.”

His breath hitched, and for the first time tonight, you saw his walls crack—

Really crack.

His eyes were glassy now, shining under the low light of the TV.

“You deserve better,” he whispered, hoarse.

“Someone normal. Someone who doesn’t wake up screaming or flinch when you touch their left arm.”

Your chest ached so hard you thought it might split open.

You stepped right up to him now, standing so close he couldn’t look away.

“I never wanted normal,” you choked out.

“I wanted you. I still want you. Even when you’re broken. Even when it’s hard. That’s what love is, Bucky.”

His lips parted like he wanted to speak, but no words came.

Just a broken sound in his throat.

Your voice softened, but the tears still fell.

“And if you really want to end this, then say it. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me. Tell me you don’t want this anymore.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Crushing.

His chest heaved, and his hands trembled at his sides.

But he couldn’t say it.

Wouldn’t.

His silence was the answer.

He didn’t say I don’t love you, but he didn’t say I do either.

And that silence shattered something inside you.

Your voice cracked.

“Bucky—please.”

His face twisted, like it physically hurt him to hear you plead.

But then he finally said it, soft but final.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

The floor dropped out from under you.

Your breath stuttered, hands trembling.

You took a step closer like proximity could fix it, like if you could just touch him, he’d come back to you.

“No. No, you don’t mean that,” you choked out, voice high and shaking.

Your hands grabbed at his chest, fists twisting in his shirt.

“Don’t do this. Don’t—please, Bucky, I’m begging you. I love you. I’ll do anything, just—don’t leave me.”

His eyes squeezed shut, and he grabbed your wrists — gently, but firm — pulling your hands away from him like your touch burned.

“I’m sorry.” His voice broke.

“It’s better this way.”

You let out a sound that barely sounded human — a sob ripped right from your chest.

Tears blurred your vision, but you could still see him, standing there like stone while your world collapsed around you.

“Better for who?!” you cried, voice cracking on the word.

“For you? So you can go back to being alone and miserable and punishing yourself for things you can’t change?!”

Your voice rose, hysterical now.

“You’re not protecting me, Bucky! You’re destroying me!”

He flinched at that, but he didn’t take it back.

Didn’t reach for you.

Didn’t hold you while you fell apart in front of him.

Something inside you snapped then.

Your tears were still falling, but your voice turned sharp, bitter through the heartbreak.

“Fine. You want to leave? Go.”

You shoved at his chest, not hard enough to move him but enough to make him take a step back.

Your chest heaved, voice shaking with rage and pain.

“Get the hell out, Bucky. Get out and don’t come back. Because I can’t do this— I can’t look at you and feel like I wasn’t enough to make you stay.”

He stood there, breathing hard, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching.

But he didn’t argue.

Didn’t say he’d stay.

And that—

That broke you more than anything else.

Your voice wobbled as you pointed toward the door, tears still streaming down your face.

“Leave.”

His eyes were glassy now, too, but he gave a single, slow nod.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something — maybe an apology, maybe a goodbye — but no sound came out.

And then, he turned.

Walked toward the door.

Step by step, leaving you standing in the wreckage of everything you built together.

And when the door clicked shut behind him—

That’s when your knees gave out.

And you sank to the floor, sobbing like your heart had been ripped clean out of your chest.

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itsteambarnes · 4 months ago

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I went to watch Thunderbolts* last thursday. When this scene came on... It’s lucky I didn’t leave a wet mark on the bench I was sitting on in the theatre. I left the theatre possibly pregnant with Bucky's baby tbh.

I need him. I need him. I need him.

Somebody sedate me I can’t take it anymore

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itsteambarnes · 4 months ago

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And what do all three of these movies have in common?

BUCKY BARNES

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itsteambarnes · 6 months ago

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Barnes Bakes Chapter 5

A request that turned into a short story. * mudak: moron or blowhard in Russian

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The next Sunday was the day before Veterans’ Day, so both Bucky and Y/N had Monday off, and they used that to their advantage as they ate the new treat she had made that week, a lemon curd tart, and drank a limoncello to go along with it. The limoncello didn’t do much to Bucky, but after two glasses Y/N was tipsy, which made her a lot more flirty and touchy with him.

“Alright, sweet pea, your turn,” Y/N giggled. “Who is your real life hall pass?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bucky shook his head, taking the shot in front of him.

“Oh come on!” she whined. “That’s not fair! I’ve been answering every question–”

“No you haven’t,” Bucky laughed. “You wouldn’t say what your craziest sexual experience was!”

“Because you couldn’t handle it,” she said seductively, winking at him. He rolled his eyes at her. “Come on, please?” she begged, leaning over and pushing his metal arm. “Who is it?”

“Y/N–”

“Just say it,” she said.

“No,” he shook his head. Y/N gave him a half-hearted glare, then a mischievous grin grew on her face. “What’s that look?” he asked, frowning at her. Suddenly she pounced on him, straddling his lap as her fingers tickled at his neck. Bucky yelped, toppling out of the chair and onto the floor with her still on top of him.

“Say it!” she squealed as he tried to swipe her hands away. “Say it, sweet pea!”

“Y/N stop, ah!” he laughed, trying to be careful to not hurt her even as his body tensed up from being tickled for the first time in years.

Her hands moved quickly from his neck to his armpits, then down his sides, which made him laugh even harder. “Who knew the White Wolf was so ticklish, huh?” she teased him. “Say it and I’ll stop!”

“Y/N, it’s…oh my god fine! It’s you!” he said, trying to twist away but unable to with her sat so squarely on his core. Her hands froze by his hips, her eyes widening as she looked down at him. Her smile slowly slipped off her face and Bucky tensed up with anxiety. He should have fought her off, made her stop sooner, now he’d ruined things. He bit his lip and shut his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, it’s…it’s okay,” she said quietly. He felt her hands leave him, but she didn’t get up. He slowly opened his eyes to look up at her just as she leaned forward to hover over him and put herself at eye level with him. Her eyes flickered over his face, then she nuzzled his nose. “You want me?” she whispered.

Bucky couldn’t tell what was happening, his own eyes widening at how close she was and how serious she was acting. He slowly nodded, making her smile come back. Her gaze moved to his lips, and she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, and he kissed her back hesitantly. Alarm bells were going off in his head. You just got out of a relationship a few months ago. You’re gone all of the time for missions. She’s busy with the bakery. You’re neighbors, what if it doesn't work out? She’s friends with your friends now… Then her hands cupped his face gently, she angled her head and deepened the kiss and let out a short, low hum that almost sounded like a whimper, and he was done for.

Fuck it, he thought as he kissed her back firmly, his hands wrapping around her back and holding her close. She let out a surprised sound that he quickly covered with his mouth. He licked at her lips, and she gladly granted him access to her tongue. Her hips pressed harder against his core, and he moaned at the feeling as his cock hardened beneath her, the pressure making his abs tense with anticipation. His hands slipped down her back, squeezing her hips before reaching down and gripping her large ass cheeks that he couldn’t fit in his hands. He kneaded the flesh there then pulled her harder against his groin.

Y/N giggled against his mouth and broke the kiss, sitting up so she sat on his lap again, her hands keeping herself up on his chest. She smirked as she rolled her hips over him, and his eyes rolled back at the way his cock dragged through her slit, even with all the fabric in the way. “You wanna fuck me, sweet pea?” she asked teasingly.

“Fuck yes,” Bucky groaned, his hands pushing her ass to keep moving over him. “Please doll? Can I?”

Her face twisted into a look of pure desire, and she nodded as she scratched down his chest. “Yes,” she breathed.

Bucky didn’t need to hear anything else. He pushed himself up, heaving her up into his arms. She shrieked as he carried her to her room, her arms and legs wrapping around him so she wouldn’t fall. She started kissing and sucking at his neck, making him shudder at how good it felt before he entered her room and quickly laid her on her bed. He pulled away and tugged his shirt off before rucking up her dress. Y/N helped him as she maneuvered her body for him to slip it up and off of her, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He immediately touched her breasts, leaning down and moaning as he kissed, licked and sucked at them, the squishiness and fullness of them making him almost delirious as he shoved them together and stuck his face between them.

“So soft,” he said breathlessly. “Good god, babydoll.”

“Babydoll?” she asked. “I like that.”

He looked up at her and smirked as she watched him suck her nipple into his mouth. Y/N moaned as her nipple pebbled under his touch, her hands going back to his hair, keeping him close to her chest. He used his free hand to undo his pants then shove them and his underwear down, kicking them off wildly. Once his cock was free he humped against her still-clothed core, his precum and her arousal making her panties wet. Her hands tugged at his hair, the dull pain making him moan against her chest. “Do we need anything?” he asked.

“No,” Y/N said.

“Thank god,” he grunted before pulling away. His metal fingers slid along the rim of her panties before grasping them tight and ripping them away from her. Y/N gasped and looked at him with an incredulous expression, a wry smile creeping on her lips. Bucky stared at her now naked pussy, already wet and throbbing. “Fuck, babydoll,” he groaned. “Look at this pretty, chubby pussy.” His hands moved to caress her thighs, up over her hips and kneading the rolls on her stomach. “Everything is so soft and curvy.” His hands moved back down as he moved himself backwards until he could lay down and come face to face with her core. “Do you taste as sweet as you look?”

Bucky hoisted her legs over his shoulders, his hands holding her thighs down as he leaned in and gave her slit a long, broad lick with his tongue. She gasped and gripped his wrists, her hips already starting to tremble. He took his time kissing, sucking and licking at her, finding her clit and lapping at it slowly, wanting to taste every inch of her and pull her apart. Y/N’s gasps and whimpers egged him on, her legs looping behind his head and holding him tightly between her legs as her hips rut against his face. He sucked on her clit with a loud, slurping sound, his cheeks hollowing as his lips puckered around it completely. She whimpered and then shuddered, her grip on his wrists tightening impressively as she started cumming, painting his mouth and chin with her cum.

He moaned loudly, licking up what he could as his hold on her thighs was sure to leave bruises in the morning. He continued to lick at her, making out with her pussy then focusing on her clit again. “Buck, I, mmh!” she moaned, one of her hands moving down to try and push him away. “I’m so sensitive, please, I can’t!”

“You can,” Bucky said lowly, speaking against her pussy lips. “Give me another one, babydoll. I can’t just have one taste.”

Y/N’s fingers scratched into his hair, her hips trying but failing to twist away from the onslaught of his tongue. He doubled his efforts, pulling himself up so his mouth almost engulfed her slit. His eyes were nearly rolling at the wetness still leaking from her that he would use to lube her clit, then suck it into his mouth again. Her breaths staggered, her stomach flinching and making her body shake as he built the pressure again. Without warning she came again with a scream, even more cum gushing from her. Bucky groaned again as he swallowed what he could catch, his eyes closing as he let himself get lost in the quivering of her thighs against his face and the smell and taste of her cunt.

When he finished he stared at her pussy again for a moment, catching his breath before releasing her legs and pulling himself up to hover over her. Y/N’s head was lolled to the side, her chest heaving heavy breaths as her hand went limp from his hair and fell on the bed next to her. Bucky chuckled at her expression, his metal hand gripping her chin and pulling her face up straight so he could kiss her with her cum all over his mouth. “So sweet,” he murmured against her lips. “Almost as sweet as your treats.”

She giggled, licking at his lips and humming at the taste of herself. “Can I have a taste?” she asked, a mischievous look in her eye.

“Yes please,” Bucky groaned. He pulled away and laid back on the bed next to her as she hoisted herself up then slotted between his legs. She gripped his cock in her hand, slowly pumping him as her free hand felt along his chest and down his abs, ogling his body appreciatively before feeling down the “V” of his hips. Her touch was like an electric current, sending tingles down his body as her fingers traversed his skin almost reverently. She leaned down and licked at the head of his cock, and he shivered at the sensation. Her licks became more insistent, then she opened her mouth wide and took him deep in her mouth, her tongue still feeling along the underside of his shaft until he hit the back of her throat. “Fuck! Oh god, babydoll!” he whimpered.

Y/N hummed, the sound vibrating around his cock deliciously. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked him hard as she pulled back up off of him, releasing the tip from her lips with a loud pop. “You’re so yummy, sweet pea,” she complimented him. “Such a pretty cock. Feels so good on my tongue.”

He didn’t get a chance to say anything before she dipped her head back down and took him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down on him as her one hand held the base of his shaft upright and her other hand moved down to his balls, rolling them in her palm and between her fingers, adding even more intense pleasure to the experience. His eyes rolled back, and he couldn't help but compare this with his last relationship. His ex-girlfriend would barely suck him off, gagged excessively and wouldn’t dare even go near his balls. It was a chore for her. Y/N seemed to be enjoying herself, sucking and licking him languidly then randomly switching it up and loving on the tip of his cock while her hand would twist at the wrist and stroke him perfectly. Her fingers at his balls slightly moved down and rubbed along his perineal area, massaging it while she cupped his balls in her palm. That had never happened before, and he tensed slightly, feeling a weird mix of uncertainty but pleasure from it. Then her fingers reached his asshole, massaging along the rim.

“Y/N, baby, I’ve never, mmmh,” he tried to steady his breathing. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“That’s okay, sweet pea,” Y/N giggled, licking at the slit in the tip of his cock. “Maybe someday.” She moved her fingers away and squeezed his balls as she sucked harshly at the head while her tongue laved at the underside of it.

“Holy shit! Babydoll, I-I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned, his hands cupping both sides of her face.

“Do you wanna cum in my mouth?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Oh my god,” he groaned. “Yes, but…” his gaze met hers and he let out a shuddered breath. She looked so pretty like this, her spit combining with his precum and leaving a thread connected between his cock and her lips, her eyes slightly glossy with how much she had been holding back from gagging on him, and yet she looked so pleased with herself. He smirked. “Maybe someday,” he said.

Y/N smiled knowingly. “Whatever you want, sweet pea,” she said, giving him a few more good strokes before sitting up. “You gonna fuck me?”

He nodded and pulled her back onto the bed, climbing over her once again. He kissed her deeply as he pumped himself a couple of times before lining up with her entrance. He slowly started to push inside, but then she hooked her ankles behind his ass and pulled him all the way into her pussy in one hard thrust. He buckled at the sudden movement, her pussy swallowing him whole. It was overwhelming how good she felt around him, and he tensed every muscle in his body to stop himself from cumming too fast. Bucky grunted and nuzzled her face as Y/N let out a high pitched whine. “Babydoll…” he said, his own voice sounding like a deep whine. “What are you tryna do, kill me? Fucking hell.”

“Got me throbbing from how good you ate me out, Bucky, I couldn’t wait anymore,” she said desperately. “You feel so fucking good, sweet pea. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Bucky lifted his head and looked at her in astonishment. She was looking at him like he hung the stars, making it all the more intimate. No one he had ever been with before looked at him like that, worshipped his body like she did, accepted his personally perceived flaws as easily as she did. His metal hand cupped the side of her face gently, and she leaned her face further into it with a soft smile, turning her head and kissing his palm. “My babydoll,” he whispered, his thumb sweeping across her cheekbone. He kissed her again and rolled his hips into her, pulling a low hum from her mouth. “My Y/N.”

Y/N inhaled shakily, nodding against his mouth. “Yours,” she whispered, then nibbled at his lower lip. “My sweet pea.”

Bucky smiled and kissed her again before rolling his hips into her. He set a steady pace at first, adjusting to the feeling of being inside her. He wouldn’t admit it to himself before, but he had woken up from dreams of doing this very thing with her multiple times. He had dreamt of what her kisses tasted like, what her pussy tasted like, how her mouth would feel on his cock, how she would feel with him fucking deep into her, and yet none of those dreams did justice to the real thing. With the sweetest noises falling from her lips egging him on, his cock felt so sensitive after she had nearly made him cum earlier that after a few minutes of thrusting when her pussy contracted around him he whimpered.

“You gonna cum, babydoll?” he whispered in her ear.

“Y-yeah,” she nodded, her voice getting interrupted with the speed and force of his thrusts. Her hand moved from his lower back to in between them, her fingers rubbing at her clit quickly. “Can you fuck me harder, sweet pea? Hard and fast?”

“Jesus,” Bucky huffed. “Yes, ma’am.” She giggled at the nickname and he shifted on his knees to give himself more leverage before he started pounding into her. She gasped, her fingers rubbing and flicking faster on her clit, her other hand scratching down his back, pulling another grunt from his chest. “That’s it, babydoll,” he said, his hands looping over her shoulders from behind to keep her still as he fucked her. “Let me have it. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Wherever you want,” she said breathlessly, her face pinched into a lustful frown. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Wherever I want?” Bucky chuckled. “Fuck yes. Cum, Y/N…cum!”

She twitched under him, her middle finger flicking her clit fast, then stiffened as she screamed, cumming and gushing on his cock. Her pussy gripped him impossibly tight, and Bucky shuddered above her, holding off his release until the waves of her orgasm lessened. He fucked her through it then sat up and pulled out of her. “Fuck, baby…doll…mmh!” he stroked himself, his breathing getting heavy and faster, then he slapped her clit with his cock and came with a loud groan, the long ropey spurts of cum coating her pussy and up her stomach. “Oh baby,” he moaned when he finally finished. He rubbed the head of his cock on her clit, making her twitch and gasp. “You look so pretty like this. Covered in my cum.” He took her hand and set it on her stomach, then held her wrist to make her fingers run through it.

Y/N hummed as she watched her fingers move through the warm stickiness. “Well now I’ve gotta get cleaned up,” she said as she sighed. “You wanna take a shower?”

Bucky was almost instantly hard again. He smirked at her before getting off the bed then lifting her bridal style. She yelped as he picked her up and walked her over to the bathroom. “Yes ma’am.”

***

They fucked over and over again that night until Y/N passed out from exhaustion. Bucky fell asleep and woke up in the same position, wrapped around her body with his face nuzzling her breasts. He looked up at her, smiling at her face being squished against her pillow, her deep breaths fanning along the top of his hair. He couldn’t believe what had happened the night before. It all seemed like a dream. She stirred in her sleep and held him close against her chest, her hand running through his hair. Just as he thought he could go back to sleep for a while longer his heart jumped, and a flare of anxiety felt like ice in his veins. What did this mean? What were they now? Last night had surely ruined their friendship, a friendship that he cherished. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn’t he have said somebody’s else’s name for their little game?

He started to panic and felt the need to get away. He pulled himself away and out of her embrace slowly, trying not to wake her up. He slipped out of the bed and gathered his clothes up, quickly putting them on and silently leaving her bedroom. As he was getting his shoes on and slipping his jacket on her door opened and she walked out in her robe.

“Hey, did you want–” Y/N stopped when she saw what he was doing. Bucky froze. He was sure his guilt and shame shone bright on his face. “Oh, you’re leaving?” she asked. As much as he could tell that she tried not to show it hurt, he could see it did and it made him grimace.

“Uh, yeah, um…” he stuttered. “I…I had a lot of fun last night–”

Y/N’s face hardened, and she crossed her arms in front of herself and leaned her hip against the kitchen counter. She sighed heavily, her jaw ticking in anger as her frown deepened, but it was the fire in her eyes that scared him the most. “So you fuck me, praise me, talk about claiming me, and then try to slip out the next morning and say the classic ‘I had fun last night’ speech to me?” Bucky’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly. He knew he fucked up, but had no way to explain himself. Y/N shook her head disappointedly then closed her eyes. “Get out,” she grumbled.

“Y/N,” Bucky said, walking toward her. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to hurt you–”

“I said get out,” she said, more firmly and loudly.

“Babydoll–”

“No!” she yelled, opening her eyes and standing tall, walking up to him. “You don’t get to call me that. You lied. I’m not your babydoll. Fuck off and get out of my house.” He stared at her in shock as she walked around him to the front door and opened it, gesturing for him to leave. “Congratulations on getting what you wanted from me. Now leave!”

Bucky’s heart broke, and the only person he had to blame was himself. He slowly walked to the front door, fighting back his tears as he walked over the threshold. He turned to look at her. “Y/N–”

She gave him a scathing glare and then slammed the door in his face. He stared at the door for a moment, then trudged back into his apartment. He made it to his bedroom before breaking down into sobs. He felt so stupid and unworthy of her. And now because of his own personal issues he had hurt her, losing one of the few bright lights in his life that he had since he’d been freed from the Winter Soldier programming. He cried heavily for what felt like hours. Why couldn’t he have just chilled out? Been honest? Now he’d made it all so dramatic, and Y/N didn’t do drama.

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Barnes Bakes Chapter 4

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That Sunday he decided to be brave and not wear a long sleeve or gloves as he walked over to her door at exactly 7:00 p.m. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door. He heard her footsteps and then the door swung open to her smiling face. “Hey sweet pea,” she greeted him. “Come in, come in. I’ve been working on this all day.”

He gave her a quick smile and walked in, taking off his shoes and following her into the kitchen. Y/N guided him to the dining table and told him to sit while she walked over to the fridge and pulled out a platter that she brought over to the table with two forks. She set it in front of him and his eyes went wide. “Are these petit four?” he asked quietly.

“Yes!” Y/N smiled widely, her voice sounding excited. “This row is classic lemon and raspberry. This row is chocolate, espresso and orange. And this row is the boozy one. I may or may not have noticed you bringing home a bottle of Irish liqueur a while ago, and figured I’d start with that first, so these are Irish cream liqueur with vanilla and a cherry mousse layer.”

His eyebrows raised at the last one. “Jesus,” he said.

She giggled and took a fork and sunk it into the first row. “You can have the boozy one last. Try this first,” she said, holding the fork up to his mouth.

“Are you seriously going to feed m—” Bucky made a surprised sound as she shoved the treat into his mouth. He quickly took the bite, giving her a playful glare before the flavors hit his tongue and he hummed. “Mmh, that is…fuck,” he moaned.

“Right?” Y/N said happily. “Now take a drink of water and try the next.”

Bucky did as she said and tried the second one with the same reaction, then excitedly grabbed a whole petit four of the Irish cream one and popped it in his mouth before she could put her fork in it. She gasped and smacked his metal arm playfully, making him chuckle with his mouthful before he really took a bite. The flavor seemed to burst on his tongue, the mix of the liqueur and vanilla being the perfect combination, then the hit of the tart cherry mousse making him moan loudly and his eyes roll back. “Holy shit,” he said around the mouthful. “That is perfect. How did you come up with that? The cherry and the fiery aftertaste of the liqueur? My god,” he complimented her heavily.

Y/N was nearly jumping on her toes, her wide toothy smile stretching her face and her hands in fists, shaking in excitement as she watched him eat it. “Your favorite?” she asked hopefully.

Bucky smirked at her and grabbed another one and popped it in his mouth. “My new favorite,” he said, chewing it with a sigh. “You’ve created my new favorite dessert.”

Y/N pumped her fist with pride, making him laugh. “Yes! I told you I’d find it!” she said, sitting in the seat next to him and using her fork to take small bites of the other ones. “I can’t promise I’ll make them for you all the time, they’re very time consuming. But tell me when your birthday is and I’ll bring it by special just for you.”

Bucky and Y/N ate the rest of the petit four, talking and laughing about things as they got to know each other more. At one point Y/N yawned, and Bucky glanced at his phone, seeing it was 10:45. “I’m sorry, I’ve kept you up and you have work tomorrow,” Bucky said.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” Y/N said, quickly standing up and cleaning up the platter and the utensils she grabbed, bringing them to her kitchen and rinsing them off before putting them in the dishwasher. She turned to Bucky and smiled. “Well, thank you for being my taste tester. I’m glad I finally figured it out.”

“So am I,” Bucky said. “Though my friend Sam is gonna be sad about not getting as many treats at work now.”

“Well, maybe you’ll just have to send him my way,” Y/N said. “I could use some more word of mouth marketing.”

“Done,” he nodded with finality.

She walked him to her front door, and he turned to face her one last time after he unlocked his door. “Thanks for the dessert,” he said. “And um, not that it matters but…I broke up with Mandy.” Y/N smirked and nodded. “I don’t like drama, either,” he said simply.

Y/N’s smirk widened. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said sarcastically. Bucky laughed, and she laughed along with him. “Goodnight, sweet pea,” she sing-songed at him as she backed away and started closing her door.

“Goodnight, doll,” Bucky said, opening his door and stepping back.

She gave him a wide-eyed look, biting back a smile, and she blushed before shutting her door. Bucky smirked at the fact that he flustered her and closed his door behind him. She hadn’t said a thing about his metal arm all night, and had even smacked it playfully when he joked with her. Maybe this was the start of a good friendship.

***

The months went by with Bucky and Y/N becoming closer and a more regular part of each other’s lives. Bucky had spread word about her bakery to people at the Avengers Compound, and since famous superheroes were showing up to her bakery and getting their pictures taken she was quickly becoming more popular and busy. She became quick friends with Sam and Steve, and started coming over to the Compound more often to hang out with them as well as with Wanda and Yelena for girls' nights. His feelings toward her shifted rapidly from friendly to romantic, but he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. She had become one of the most important people in his life. He had on more than one occasion come home after a mission feeling drained emotionally, and had knocked on her door before even facing his own just to talk to her. Her bubbly personality, her sarcasm, her give-no-shit-take-no-shit attitude helped ground him and feel like a regular person rather than this weird, out of time, misplaced and enhanced thing.

Steve, Sam, Wanda and Yelena had all started bugging him about his feelings. “It’s so obvious!” Yelena groaned, her head lolling back exasperatedly. “Just ask her out, you mudak!”

“She’s right,” Wanda said, arching her eyebrow at him.

“Fuck off,” Bucky said, glaring at them both.

“Why won’t you?” Sam asked. “Y/N’s awesome. And we can all tell you like her and she likes you.”

“She doesn’t like me. Not like that,” Bucky said dismissively.

“She does,” Steve said. Bucky glared at him, raising his hands at him in betrayal. “What? She does!” he said, raising his hands back at him. “We can all see it. Why can’t you?”

“Because she just doesn't,” Bucky said, slightly shaking his head. “I’m not gonna ruin one of the best friendships I’ve made in this century over some stupid little boy crush.”

“Oh yes, ‘cause you’ve had great picks in girls before,” Sam rolled his eyes. “Mandy was a real catch.”

The rest of them all groaned at the mention of Mandy, who they all heavily disliked. Bucky rubbed his eyes harshly. “Come on, pal, she’s great,” Steve said encouragingly. “We all love her. And you’re already great friends with her. It can only go up from here. And even if she said no, that’s the worst that would happen. She wouldn’t cut you off. She’d just say no thanks, let’s be friends, and move on. All that ‘no drama’ policy and what not.”

Bucky shook his head again. “Well if you won’t, I’ll try,” Yelena said nonchalantly. He glared at her, and she smirked back at him. “She’s pansexual, Barnes. And the difference between you and me?” She leaned forward on the table, arching an eyebrow and her smirk deepening. “We’ve shared a bed and seen each other naked.”

His eyes widened, Sam choked on his drink, Steve snorted and Wanda laughed, smacking Yelena’s arm. “Oh please,” she continued laughing. “Nothing has happened at our girls’ night sleepovers,” she said quickly, looking at the men around the table.

“Yet,” Yelena said, still staring at Bucky. He scoffed and stood from the table, walking away from the conversation. Steve gave Yelena a disapproving look and she just smiled back at him. “Maybe that’ll kick his ass to make a damn move,” she shrugged.

“Are you seriously gonna make a move if he doesn’t?” Sam asked, his own mischievous smile on his face.

“Maybe,” Yelena shrugged, and Wanda laughed again.

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Barnes Bakes Chapter 3

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After three weeks of no treats Bucky found himself sadly looking at the clock on Sunday night. It was 7:15, and he wondered what had happened to make her stop. He was craving something sweet, and his normal go-to fix wasn’t available. He sighed a few minutes later and decided to take a walk to the local convenience store and grab some snacks. He grabbed his key and his wallet, slipping on his shoes before walking to the elevator. When he reached the bottom floor the doors opened, and his eyes bulged at seeing Y/N in front of him. She paused with one foot stepping inside the elevator, blinking at him in surprise before the door tried to shut on her, making her jolt and then quickly step in. The doors closed and they stared at each other for a moment before Y/N gave him a small smile and pushed the button for their floor, keeping her gaze on the rising numbers on the screen above.

Bucky inhaled deeply then turned to her. “Long time no see,” he said quietly.

Y/N nodded. “Yep,” she said simply.

He frowned. “So…what’s going on?” he tried.

“Just getting back from work,” she replied.

“You’re open on Sundays?” he asked.

“Nope. Just doing some food prep for the next week,” Y/N said as she sighed.

Bucky nodded, licking his lips and swallowing harshly before deciding to bite the bullet. “I was on my way to the corner store to get a treat,” he said. “My regular fix hasn’t been around lately.”

Y/N huffed a laugh and finally looked at him. “Sorry, sweet pea. I’m not willing to get involved in the drama,” she shook her head and looked back at the doors just as they opened. She stepped out and Bucky quickly followed her.

“Wait, what drama?” Bucky asked, his frown deepening.

Y/N unlocked her door and started dropping her things off to the side, leaving it open for him as she walked in. “Your girlfriend came to see me a few weeks ago,” she said without looking at him as she walked into her kitchen.

Bucky paused at the front door, then walked inside, closing the door behind him. “She did?” he asked. He could already tell where this conversation was going, but needed to hear it.

“Yep,” Y/N said, popping the “p” at the end of the word harder. “She seems like a keeper,” she added sarcastically as she opened her fridge and started pulling out some ingredients.

Bucky sighed. “Please tell me what happened,” he said.

Y/N finally turned to him and leaned her hip against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest, giving him an unimpressed look. “She came to my job and told me to back off and stop flirting with her boyfriend. I had to ask her who her boyfriend was because I’d never seen her before. When she said you I was surprised, since you’re so friendly and outgoing,” she said sarcastically again, arching an eyebrow at him. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk at her sarcasm, but it was quickly replaced by frustration. “She was angry that I brought you treats and said that was me flirting with you. So I assured her it wouldn’t happen again. I don’t do drama, Bucky. So you should probably go before your bulldog of a girlfriend finds out you're here with me.” She turned back to the counter and started putting things together to make what looked like a sandwich.

Bucky groaned in annoyance. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, taking a step toward her. “She’s always been the jealous type but I told her nothing was going on. I’m sorry she came to your job and bothered you like that.”

“Sure,” Y/N said, walking around him and putting some things back in the fridge. “But if she comes by and acts like that again I’ll have her removed and trespassed.”

“I understand,” Bucky nodded. “Just please,” he reached out and touched her forearm. That made her stop and look up at him, her expression one of shock. “I liked your treats,” he said with a small smile. “And you still haven't found my favorite yet.”

Y/N slowly smiled back at him. “Right,” she said, pulling away from his touch and leaning against the counter again. “So not much of a cookie, brownie, cake or ice cream kinda guy.” She scrutinized him for a moment. “I think your taste is a little more expensive, am I right?”

“Possibly,” Bucky shrugged, trying to bite back his smile widening.

“Hm,” she narrowed her eyes. “Maybe a little…French?”

“Maybe,” he said, narrowing his eyes back at her.

She looked at him mischievously. “And boozy?” she asked, a suggestive tone to her voice.

“Definitely,” he nodded.

She hummed again. “I’ll get working on it then,” she said with a final nod. “But you’ll have to come here to get it next Sunday.”

“Sounds good,” he nodded, a pleased smile lighting up his face. They stared at each other for a moment before he looked down. “Well, uh, I’ll see you later then,” he said.

“Later sweet pea,” Y/N said with a wink, watching him walk back out.

He gave her one last look and smile before walking out her door and closing it behind himself. Bucky sighed heavily, knowing what he had to do next, but dreading it.

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“YOU’RE BREAKING UP WITH ME?!” Mandy shrieked.

Bucky recoiled at her raised voice, looking around at the people who were all watching them now. He thought that maybe if he did this in a public setting it would deter her from doing something like this. Obviously he should have known better. “Yes,” he said firmly, standing and grabbing his things. “We’re done.” He turned and left the coffee shop, quickly apologizing to the people around him as he booked it out of the building.

Mandy was right on his heels. “Are you serious Bucky? Why would you do this? Here? In front of all these people? What is wrong with you?”

He tried to ignore her as he walked across the street, but she wouldn’t let up until he finally turned and snapped. “You went to her work?” he asked, giving her a disapproving look. Mandy looked shocked. “You went to her work and told her to back off? Are you serious? I told you nothing was happening, she told you nothing was happening. But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? I told you the jealousy had to stop. I don’t do jealousy. I don’t like all this drama. And it made me lose feelings for you. This isn’t fun for me, Mandy! So I don’t wanna do it anymore. We’re done. I don’t want to be with you anymore. Please leave me alone, okay?”

She glared at him, her fists balling at her sides and her face going red. “So now you’re single you’re gonna go get with her? Huh? You think she’ll want you with all your mental issues? Does she know you have a metal arm, you fucking cripple?!” He grimaced at her vitriolic words. All his insecurities she so easily threw back in his face. She really didn’t care about him.

“Fuck you,” Bucky grunted.

She screamed at him, then turned on her heel and walked the opposite way. Bucky shook his head and walked back home. He was free, yes, but now he felt angry and hurt. Over the next few days he kept going back to what she said, replaying the words over and over in his head. He knew he shouldn’t take it to heart, that she was just an angry, scorned ex, but he couldn’t seem to stop mulling over it. It wasn’t like he was trying to get with Y/N, but since Mandy had thrown that in his face, would she care about his metal arm? Would she reject him if she knew? He’d always had a jacket and a glove covering his left arm and hand. He normally wore them just to not have to be stared at. What would she say?

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Barnes Bakes Chapter 2

A request that turned into a short story. *mudak: moron or blowhard in Russian

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From then on, every Sunday night Bucky could expect a knock on his door at about 7:00 p.m. It was always Y/N, bringing him a new plate of treats to try. Her bubbly vivaciousness was palpable as she would talk to him and explain what it was she made, then wouldn’t leave until he took a bite in front of her. First it was classic chocolate chip cookies, then sugar cookies, oatmeal raisin, white chocolate and macadamia nut, and almost every type of cookie imaginable until she moved on to brownies, cake, and now ice cream.

Bucky at first tried to turn it down, but she was persistent, and he would eventually cave and just take the damn treat to make her leave him alone. He wouldn’t let her see how much he liked her coming by, but would indulge showing her his one bite of trying it in front of her before she left. After she had come by with mint chocolate chip ice cream, which he really wasn’t that fond of but knew Sam would love so he took it, he closed the door and turned around to find his girlfriend glaring at him.

“Who the fuck was that?” Mandy asked, her arms crossed on her chest.

“My neighbor,” Bucky said, bringing the ice cream into the kitchen and placing it in the freezer.

“No shit, Sherlock. What’s her name?” she asked.

“Y/N,” Bucky said simply before facing her and crossing his arms. He hadn’t really told Mandy about Y/N. It didn’t seem like he needed to. “She’s a baker and likes to bring treats by.”

“So you know her name and that she’s a baker,” Mandy said, her eye twitching in annoyance. “What else do you know? Huh? Has she been here before? Are you flirting with her?”

“What? No, Mandy, god,” Bucky groaned, rubbing his eyes with his flesh hand. “I helped her move some boxes when she moved in and she insisted on paying me with treats, because that’s what she does. Nothing inappropriate has happened. Why can’t you trust me to just, I don’t know, know people outside of you?”

“How well do you know her?” Mandy asked, her voice raising.

“Not well,” he shrugged.

“Where does she work?” she asked, her teeth nearly grinding.

“I think she said that bakery on 5th, but I could be wrong,” he said simply, shrugging again. “I don’t know her. She’s just a neighbor who likes to bring me treats.”

“Then why did she call you sweet pea?” Mandy growled.

“She just does, that’s her thing,” Bucky sighed. “She doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“Are you really that stupid, Bucky? Some bitch is bringing you food and calling you nicknames and you’re just ‘neighbors’ and nothing more?” Mandy yelled.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Bucky yelled back. “I told you this jealousy thing has to stop. Not every woman I walk by or associate with in my life is trying to steal me away from you. And you calling her names just because she’s being nice isn’t going to make me feel any better about this,” he gestured between them. “I’m telling you, Mandy, I’ve had it. I’m done doing this with you–”

“I’m sorry!” Mandy said, suddenly looking sad and pouty. “I’m sorry. I was just insecure, alright? She’s…nice,” she said it like it hurt her to admit. “Please don’t break up with me over something like this.”

Bucky sighed heavily. “Okay, okay. Just please, no more of this weird jealousy thing.” He walked over and hugged her. “She’s just a nice person who lives across the hall from me. That’s all.”

“Okay,” Mandy said, still not sounding sure but accepting it.

***

The little bell rang over the door and Y/N came out from the back to greet the new customer. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, watching the woman scowl at the bakery. “What can I help you with today?” she continued, trying not to let the woman’s dislike dampen her mood.

“What the hell kind of name is ‘She’s Tasty’?” the woman asked, giving Y/N a dirty glance.

Y/N’s eyebrows raised. “It’s based on the fact that all my bakes are named after a typically female name,” she explained, pointing at the menu above her head that had lists of names, categories and what the dessert was made of under each one. “It’s just a play on words. Like, ‘Ooh she’s tasty!’ You know?”

The woman grimaced. “Right. Well, I’m not here for a dessert. I’m just here to talk to you.”

“Uh, okay,” Y/N said, leaning against the counter and frowning.

“Stay away from my boyfriend,” she snarled.

Y/N smirked. “Okay. Who’s your boyfriend?”

She looked even angrier. “Bucky!” she cried indignantly.

“Bucky? My neighbor Bucky?” Y/N asked incredulously. “I didn’t know he was even social enough to have a girlfriend.”

“Well, he is, and I’m the girlfriend telling you to back off,” she spat.

“Back off from what, exactly?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms and tilting her head in question. “I haven’t flirted with him.”

“Yes you are! You keep bringing him treats!” she said, slapping the counter.

“Okay, hun, just chill out,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. “I won’t bring treats anymore, k? I’m sure I’ve paid him back for helping me move in plenty at this point.” The girlfriend kept glaring at her. “I was just being friendly and neighborly,” Y/N continued. “No need to be jealous of some little treats.”

“Just stay away from him,” the girlfriend snapped, then turned on her heel and stomped out of the bakery.

Y/N rolled her eyes again and walked back to the kitchen. She hadn’t said or done anything to warrant this type of response, but whatever. She wouldn’t make Bucky’s treats anymore. The less drama she had to deal with the better.

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itsteambarnes · 7 months ago

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Luck Be a Lady

Pairing: soft!dark Curtis Everett x female reader

Word Count: ~10.1k

Summary: Desperate for money, you accept a job as a cocktail waitress at an underground casino. You think you know what you're doing, but when you meet Curtis, will you realize you're in over your head?

Warnings: Mob AU, violence, allusions to murder, explicit language, dubcon touching, noncon touching (not Curtis), willfully oblivious reader, SMUT - facefucking, dirty talk, light d/s dynamics, praise kink, other explicit sexual content. This is definitely on the darker end of the soft!dark spectrum, so proceed with caution! All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

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A/N: And here it finally is! This is my first real attempt at soft!dark. I hope I did it right! 😂

This was inspired by two things: 1) me going to a rep screening of Goodfellas and spending the entire time wondering why I hadn't done a mob au yet and 2) @bigtreefest saying "enforcer!Curtis Everett and mob boss!Andy Barber" in my general direction. Thanks for the inspo, friend!!

And big thanks as always to @paperweight91 who not only came up with Curtis's name for reader but also offered heaps of encouragement and was a great sounding board. And thanks to @stargazingfangirl18 for helping me figure out how exactly we'd get to the smut. Thanks Siri!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Please come scream at me about this! 😄 As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You fruitlessly tug down your very short skirt as Holly talks at you. You’re both standing in the corner of the bar’s basement waiting for the night to start in earnest—your first night.

“Lloyd’s not so bad,” she says of your boss, the man who runs this little underground gambling ring. “You’ll have to split your tips with him at the end of the night, but he doesn’t take that much, and you’ll make enough that you won’t really notice. As long as you do that, he’ll mostly keep his hands to himself.”

You nod along, glancing at the mustachioed man conferring with the bouncer at the door. The interview process for this job had boiled down to a thorough once-over that’d made you feel naked in your jeans and t-shirt and a “You’re not too stupid to take a drink order, are you?” and then you had the job.

Holly had vouched for you. Neighbors for almost half a year, she’d come home early one morning last week and witnessed you trying to convince the landlord that you were good for your past-due rent. She’d taken you for coffee and told you she might be able to help if you were good at keeping your head down and mouth shut. And now you were here.

“The customers, on the other hand,” she continues, smacking her gum, “you’ll have to let them touch, at least a little bit. Within reason, you know? But if anything gets out of hand, you can just tell Jake at the door and he’ll take care of it.”

“Within reason?” you ask, voice shaking, just the littlest bit, as the pit that started forming in your stomach when you agreed to this grows a little more.

The look she gives you verges on exasperated. “Well, you want to make money, don’t you?”

Yes, you do. Very much so. It’s a need, not a want. So you nod and try to listen as she keeps giving you the rundown.

Before you’re ready, the first patrons start trickling in and then you’re off to the races. It’s not too bad. No one’s orders are too complicated, mostly just bottles of beer and glasses of straight whiskey. The bartender, Colin, is friendly enough, although you learn that he’s another person you’ll need to split your tips with.

As for the touching, there are hands on your hips, pats to your ass. But you’re rewarded with folded-up bills held up between fingers or tucked into the strap of your top. Or, twice, slid behind the waistband of your skirt. Once you realize that the majority of these bills aren’t ones or fives, but twenties, you care about the touching that comes with them much less. Plus, you’re too busy to really think about it that hard.

You can’t believe how busy it is for a random Tuesday night, multiple games of poker, craps, and who knows what else all going at once. But when you mention that to Holly, she just laughs and shakes her head. “This is nothing,” she says. “On the weekends there’ll be three more of us and another one of Jake. Things get wild.”

You don’t have time to decide whether that makes you nervous or excited before someone is signaling for your attention again. You manage to suppress your grimace when he slides his arm around your waist to tell you what he needs from the bar. You’re rewarded for your troubles by a wad of twenties. You aren’t sure who these men are to tip so freely, but you know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It’s an hour or two later that Lloyd calls you over to where he’s speaking to a large, impossibly broad man, dressed in a soft-looking henley under a leather jacket with dark jeans. There’s dark ink all over his hands that disappears up his sleeves and reappears on his neck in intricate lines. He’s got close-cropped hair and a full beard that’s neatly trimmed. His deep blue eyes drill into you right away and you do your best not to shiver.

“Got a new girl tonight, Everett. Still learning the ropes, but she’ll take good care of you, won’t you, Cupcake?”

“Yes, of course,” you say, before Lloyd wanders off to check on one of the poker games.

The man, Everett, lets his eyes rove over you. “Cupcake, huh?” His voice is deep, gritty, but there's something there that's much gentler than you expected.

You give him what you hope is a coy smile. “Sure. If you want.” Lloyd was treating him like he's important. You hope important means deep pockets.

He hits you with a penetrative stare, so strong you almost have to take a step back. “No,” he finally says. “I don't think so. I'll find something more fitting.” Then he turns and starts to walk away, before calling over his shoulder. “I'm gonna get dealt in. Bring me a whiskey once I'm settled.”

You watch him go for just a moment, and then head to the bar, asking for a whiskey.

“This for Everett?” the bartender, Colin, asks. When you nod, he grabs a fancy bottle off the top shelf. “This is all he drinks. And he doesn't pay for it, alright? Don't ever think about giving him a bill.”

You look back at the man in question, seriously looking at the cards he’s just been dealt. Who is he???

You collect his whiskey and move back to him. As you set it down, he turns to you. “How about this?” he asks as he holds up a crisply folded hundred-dollar bill between two fingers. Your eyes widen at the money. All you’ve done is bring him one straight pour. “There’s another one of these in it for you if you make sure I never see the bottom of this glass tonight. Sound good?” And then he folds the bill one more time in his thick fingers, before sliding it under the low-cut neckline of your blouse. Your skin tingles where he brushes against it.

“Yeah, you got it,” you just breathe out, a little shocked you’re able to form words. He gives you a smug smile that you can only describe as shark-like before turning back to his cards, and you understand it as the dismissal that it is.

You move around the room, collecting empties, getting refills, trying to goodnaturedly accept unsolicited touches. The whole time you feel eyes on you, but whenever you glance Everett’s way, he’s focused on his poker game.

Eventually, a down moment finds you catching your breath against the wall. The moment Holly sees you standing still, she’s quickly making her way to you. “You need to be more careful around Curtis,” she hisses, lowly.

You look at her, confused. “Curtis?” Jake’s at the door. Colin’s behind the bar. You don’t know a Curtis.

“Curtis Everett!” You glance at the man at the poker table. He’s running a poker chip across his knuckles mindlessly. Then he looks up and you briefly make eye contact before you quickly look away. Holly is staring at you and she looks worried. But the name still doesn’t mean anything to you, so you shake your head and shrug. She groans as quietly as she can. “He’s Barber’s top enforcer!”

This whole conversation feels so out of the blue that it takes you a minute to catch up. Barber. Andrew Barber. The most feared mob boss in the city. Probably the state. Maybe even more. Ruthless and exacting was how the papers described him. He’d been the subject of multiple stings and taskforces and whathaveyou but nothing ever stuck. “He works for Andrew Barber?” you ask, shocked and a little appalled.

Holly stares at you in a way that you can only describe as dumbfounded. It takes her a few moments to find her words, then, “Bitch, you work for Andrew Barber!”

Everything stops. “What?” you gasp.

“Oh my god,” Holly groans. “This was such a mistake. It’s an underground card game in his city! Who did you think was running things?”

“I– I don’t know,” you stutter, stupidly. The god’s honest truth is that you’d never really stopped to think about it. You’d been staring down an eviction, struggling to afford groceries. Unable to make ends meet no matter what you did. When Holly told you about this job, all you saw were dollar signs. You didn't think about anything further. Of course, you’d known these games were illegal, but it seemed so minor in the grand scheme of things. You hadn’t connected it to anything bigger because you just hadn’t wanted to.

But now– Now that you know the truth, what are you going to do? You know what you should do. You should walk out the door right now. You should find some other legitimate way to pay your bills. It’ll be safer. It’ll be better. It’ll be so much harder.

As you bite your lip, trying to process all of this information, Holly continues. “Listen,” she says, “still get him drinks, be friendly, whatever you need to do. But keep your distance however you can. Don't encourage him. He's just– He's really dangerous. They don't call him Barber’s attack dog for nothing, ok?”

“Yeah,” you say. You start to look back in Curtis’s direction but stop yourself. You think about the hundred you already have and the one promised to you at the end of the night. You think of how empty your pantry is. But then you see the genuine fear in Holly's eyes. You let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. I got it. Thanks.”

“He doesn't even come in here that often. I'm surprised to see him tonight, so I'm sure it’ll be fine,” she says, but you can tell she’s nervous.

You nod, absently, finally letting yourself glance over at him. His drink is getting close to the bottom. “Shit,” you mumble. “I gotta get him his refill.”

“Do you want me to do it?” Holly asks.

You should let her do it. You absolutely should. But you just can’t give up on that tip. You shake your head. “No, I’ll be fine. But thanks.”

You head back to the bar and grab Curtis’s top-shelf whiskey of choice from Colin, then make your way to his table. You set it down next to him, hoping to move away without him even noticing, he’s so engrossed in the game. But as you take a step back, his hand shoots out to grab your wrist. He holds it tightly until you meet his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and you can’t help the sharp intake of breath or the way you feel his words in your knees. He strokes his thumb down the inside of your wrist, then abruptly lets go, pushing his chips to the middle of the table. You step away, gathering yourself as subtly as you can, and get back to work.

The rest of the night goes quickly. The crowd gets a little rowdier as they drink more, but you find that it’s nothing you can’t handle. The reality of who these people are, what they’re connected to, never leaves your mind. But really, they’re not so bad. None of this feels so bad at all. And soon, people start heading out. You’re beginning to clean up, when a recognizable voice rings out, “Bambi!” You turn and lock eyes with Curtis. He crooks two fingers at you and you quickly make your way over to him.

“Bambi?” you ask.

He grins at you and it feels more than a little predatory. You’ll never admit how much you like it. You try to keep Holly’s warning at the forefront of your mind. “Wide eyes and just getting your legs under you,” he says. You instinctively duck your head at that, which earns a dark chuckle. “Here,” he continues, as he pulls a genuine, fat money clip out of his back pocket. You’ve never seen something like it in real life before. He peels off two bills and holds them out to you. “This is what good girls get,” he says, a low rumble in his voice.

You swallow as you take them from him. Two hundred dollars. Twice what you were expecting. “Thank you,” you say quietly.

He shakes his head. “You earned it.” Then, after one last long look at you, he turns around and leaves.

You stand and stare after him. You don’t doubt anything Holly said, but three hundred dollars, just for bringing him drinks. He doesn’t seem that bad, not really. A little intense maybe, but there’s some sort of interest there, and it can’t be that bad to encourage it, just a little if it earns you these sorts of tips, can it??

Any hesitance you have about this entire endeavor completely disappears as you count your money at the end of the night.

Your first week flies by. You're starting to get the hang of the job. You get along with your coworkers. You get to know the regulars. You like it. Even Lloyd isn’t so bad as long as you give him his cut at the end of every night.

And you’re making so much money.

In your downtime, you pay your landlord what you owe him. You go grocery shopping without scouring for coupons first or calculating exactly what you can afford beforehand. You make a Pinterest board of what you want your apartment to look like now that you might actually be able to buy things to fill it. For the very first time, you’re thinking about things you actually want, not just desperately trying to figure out how you’ll pay your bills. You’ve never felt this calm, this relaxed, this free before. It’s an incredible feeling.

And Curtis. Despite Holly’s reassurances that you wouldn’t see him much, he seems to be there whenever you are, trying to capitalize on his winning streak at the poker tables, you assume. His tips are still insanely generous. You don’t think he carries anything less than hundred dollar bills.

And there’s just something about him. The way he looks at you. The way he touches you. It’s not like the other men here. His touch is like fire, warming from the inside. There’ve been times when his hand on your hip has almost made your knees buckle. That doesn’t happen with anyone else here.

But you’re being smart and you’re being safe. You are. You’re going to set a savings goal, you think. And once you hit that number, you’ll be out of here, onto something more legitimate. And until then, you’ll just keep your head down and mouth shut, like Holly said. You haven’t even really seen anything. It’s a good plan. It’ll be fine.

She’s right that the weekends are wilder. Even with three additional girls working the room, you’re kept running. You do your best to keep an eye on Curtis’s drinks, but it’s much harder than on weeknights. And you aren’t really able to pause when you drop them off. It’s one of these times, as you’re pulling away from the table as soon as you’ve set his glass down, that you’re stopped short by his hand on you. He pulls you back in by the wrist and says, “They’re just running you ragged tonight, huh, Bambi?”

You smile and shrug. “It’s busy.”

He holds out a bill and you try not to smile even wider as he slips it into the waistband of your skirt. “For all your hard work.”

You bat your lashes a little. “You spoil me.”

“I like spoiling you,” he says, lowly.

“You’re too sweet,” you say softly. Then, pulling your arm away with a wink, you add, “Gotta run,” and you’re onto the next table.

You’re getting good at this, figuring out what level of harmless flirting is just enough to keep the money flowing. And you’re having fun. You’d never expected that.

Holly and two of the other girls, Jane and Kristi, are congregated at the end of the bar, waiting for drinks, when you join them. They’re all watching you warily. “So, uh,” Jane starts quietly, “you seem to be getting pretty cozy with Curtis.”

Before you can respond, Holly scoffs behind her. “I’ve tried to warn her but she won’t fucking listen.”

You roll your eyes. You’re tired of hearing this. “I seriously don’t get what the big deal is. He’s nice and he tips well. It’s harmless!”

Kristi just gapes at you. “He’s nice?!”

Holly slams the drinks she was waiting for onto her tray. “Whatever,” she grumbles. “It’s her fucking funeral.”

You shake your head as you watch her go. It’s fine. You can take care of yourself.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur. You don’t get much of a chance to talk to Curtis, but you feel his eyes on you before he disappears a little before closing.

At the end of the night, once you’ve helped clean up, you cash out with Colin and Jake and then go to find Lloyd in his office. You think it’s kind of ridiculous that you’re basically paying him to work there, but it is what it is. And Holly was right, you’re making so much that you barely even notice.

Lloyd is sitting at his desk, looking a little more disheveled than you’re used to. He startles at your approach, which is also new.

“Oh, hey,” he says, with slightly rounded eyes. “What can I do for you?”

You look at him, a little confused. “Just here with your cut,” you say as you hold out his money.

His hands immediately fly up to his chest, palms out. “No, no,” he says. “You made that fair and square. You just– you keep what you make from now on, Cupcake. Sound good?”

You swallow and nod, preparing yourself for whatever other price you’ll have to pay for keeping your job, mentally calculating what you’re willing to do. But Lloyd doesn’t do anything, doesn’t make any move to get closer to you. Just stays there at his desk, turning back to his work. “You have a good night,” he says, clearly dismissing you.

You leave confused, but richer, telling yourself not to question it too hard.

Things go so smoothly for a few weeks that you’re a little shocked when the bubble bursts.

It’s a relatively quiet weeknight. There are a few games going, but nothing compared to the weekend. The pace of the night feels leisurely. It’s nice.

It’s maybe the first night you haven’t seen Curtis there. It feels weird. He’s become such a part of this place for you. A fixture, like the bar or the carpet. Just one of the elements that make it what it is. But it’s fine. Of course, he doesn’t come every night. He probably has a whole life outside of this. He must’ve gotten bored of playing cards. Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.

You’re passing the time talking to one of the regulars at the bar, Vinny. He’s in his fifties, you think, with gray hair and laugh lines. He’d gone bust at the poker table (or maybe it was craps tonight) earlier and then had moved to the bar to drink away his sorrows and bad luck. That was how his nights tended to go.

He’s sitting on a barstool, his arm around your waist where you stand next to him. He’s a little close for comfort, but he’s always just been a friendly guy, so you’re alright. Which is why you’re so surprised when, in the middle of a story about the good old days of the Copa Cabana, his other hand suddenly finds its way between your thighs. You freeze. For just a second. Then you force out a laugh and try to push his hand away. “Bad boy,” you try to tease, your voice shaking. His hand will not move. What is happening? “Come on, let’s keep our hands to ourselves.”

Instead of doing what you’ve asked, his thumb briefly brushes the inside of your leg and then his whole hand begins moving higher. You stop breathing. You push again but he won’t budge.

“You’re such a pretty doll, aren’tcha?” he says.

Tears start to gather in your eyes. You look around wildly to see if anyone’s noticing what’s happening. Colin’s busy making drinks. Jake and Lloyd are talking by the door. Everyone else is engrossed in their own business. “Vinnie, stop, please,” you whisper. You don’t know why you can’t get your voice to work, can’t get your body to move.

“Come on,” he cajoles, “I’m being nice, aren’t I?”

Then his thumb brushes against your panties and your entire body jolts into action. You wrench your leg out of his grasp and take several steps away from him. Your whole body is shaking now. “I gotta–” you start, trying to keep your tone casual and failing miserably. “I gotta get back to work, Vinny.” Then you grab your tray off the bartop and walk away as fast as you can.

You don’t really have a destination in mind. You pick up a few empties as you wander between tables. You can feel his eyes on you, following you. You try to take a deep breath, calm yourself down. It isn’t very helpful. You look up to see Jake by himself now. You make your way over to him, Holly’s words on your first night in your ears. That was out of hand, wasn’t it?

He looks up as you approach. His big golden retriever smile on his face. “Hey, what’s up?” Then he actually takes you in and his smile drops. “What happened?”

“Um, Vinny, he, uh–” You feel a few tears fall down your cheeks and you just shake your head.

Jake’s face darkens. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, uh, he– he just–” You shake your head again. “No, he didn’t hurt me.”

Jake doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looks at you. There’s something about the way he does it that makes you think he understands everything you just can’t say. He nods once. “Alright. I’ll take care of it. You go take your time in the back. Do what you need to do. He’ll be gone by the time you’re done.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Okay, thank you,” you say so quietly. Then you get yourself to the back room as quickly as you can.

It’s really more of a hallway than a room, small and narrow. All of the storage space for the building is in the legitimate bar upstairs. But there’s enough room for you to crouch down, your knees pulled up tight to your chin. You bury your face in your thighs and let the tears you’ve been holding in finally fall. You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re fine.

You don’t know how long you’ve spent trying to calm yourself down when a large shadow suddenly looms over you. It takes you a moment to gather your strength to find out who it is. You hope it’s Jake telling you Vinny’s gone. You’re afraid it might be Lloyd, here to tell you to get back to work. There’s a slowly building terror that it might be Vinny himself.

After a deep breath, you look up to find Curtis staring down at you, concern on his face and fiery anger in his eyes. “What happened?” he growls.

You shake your head and turn away. He crouches down in front of you. “Are you alright?”

A humorless, uncontrolled laugh escapes you. Once you finally stop, you ignore his question and ask your own, “Why are you here?”

It takes him a very long time to answer. He just looks at you seriously for several moments. Then, finally, “Jake called me.” While you try to figure out why on earth Jake would do that, he continues, “I'm sorry I wasn’t already here.”

“Why?” you blurt out without thinking.

He looks away without saying anything. You both just sit in the silence for a few moments. Then, you try to change tactics. “Where were you?” you ask out of morbid curiosity. You can't imagine what his life is like outside of here.

“Working,” he says curtly. He plays with a ring on his middle finger and the movement draws your eyes to his hands, specifically his knuckles. They're scraped and caked with dried blood.

You swallow and you catch how his eyes track the movement. His eyes are always on you. He catches everything.

“Someone touched you?”

“Lots of people touch me,” you say, flatly. “It's part of the job. You touch me.”

His eyes narrow at that. “But this was different.” It isn’t a question.

You look down at your hands in your lap and don't say anything.

“Tell me who it was.”

“No,” you say instinctively, something about the moment feeling incredibly dangerous.

He huffs in frustration. “Are you trying to protect him?”

“No!” you say, sharply. “I’m protecting myself.”

“You don’t have to do that. Not from me. Not ever.”

You don’t know how to tell him that every atom in you knows that that isn’t true. You can’t explain it, and it wasn’t until the moment he joined you in this little closet, but you’d swear that he’s a danger to you. You just can't articulate how, but you feel it in your bones. And still, here you stay.

At your silence, he grits out, “If you don’t tell me who it was, Jake will.”

Jake probably already has, that’s what you’ve figured. “Great,” you say. “Then you don’t need me to say it.”

“Bambi,” he lets out in an exasperated growl. “I'm trying to help you.”

You just look at him and then figure you may as well ask the main question that's on your mind. “Why did Jake call you?”

He ignores you and stands up. “Come on,” he says and extends his hand, “I'm taking you home.”

You just blink up at him. “My shift isn't over.”

He shakes his hand at you impatiently. “It is now. Come on.”

You shake your head. “Curtis, this is my job. I can't just– Lloyd will–”

“I'll take care of Lloyd. Let’s go.”

You think about going home. About sitting alone in your small apartment. At least here you'll have something to do, things to focus on, to keep you busy. At home, there'll be nothing to think about other than that hand between your legs and– “No,” you say as firmly as you can manage. “I'm staying here. I'm finishing the night.”

His jaw ticks but he doesn’t say anything, just tries to stare you down. You stare right back. You will not concede this.

Finally, he exhales through his nostrils, then growls out an unhappy “Fine. But I'll–” He's interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket. He takes it out and glances at the caller ID and sighs. “I have to take this.” He steps away as much as he can in the tiny area and answers with a curt “Everett.” There's a slight pause. “Yeah, I took care of it.” Another pause that has him glancing at you. “No, something else came up.”

You don't wait to hear the rest of the conversation. You take the opportunity to go back to the main room and get back to work.

You don't see Curtis again that night. You don't spare much thought to where he might've gone. You're too focused on getting through the remainder of your shift. When it's done, Jake insists on seeing you home. You don't ask why. You already know who's behind it.

The next few days are fine. You try to put what happened behind you, doing your best to ignore it. But that becomes impossible when three days after the incident you watch Vinny walk in. You can’t help the little burst of panic you feel as you warily watch him sit down at his usual table and get dealt in.

As subtly as you can, you make your way over to Jake. You don’t even say anything before he’s looking at you, chagrined. “I know,” he says. “I’m sorry, but I had to let him in. I promise it’s all going to be taken care of. It’s just– You can ignore him tonight, ok? Just trust me. You don’t need to worry about him. I promise.”

“Ok,” you say reluctantly, trying to resist looking back at Vinny. “I just– I didn’t think I’d have to see him again.”

“I really think that after tonight you won’t,” he says sincerely.

You don’t really understand what that means, but you nod anyway. “Ok,” you say. “I, uh, I should get back to work then.”

He just nods after you, looking a little concerned and a little sad. But the room is filling up, so you don’t have time to delve into it.

Sometime later, as you’re taking a brief moment to idle by the bar, a strange hush descends over the room. You’re facing away from the door, away from the rest of the room, but you see Colin take in whatever it is that’s caused this. His face pales and he lets out a quiet, urgent, “Shit.”

You turn around to see what on earth could be going on and you immediately freeze. Curtis is here. But that’s not what’s garnering all of this attention. Well, not all. Because he’s not alone, there’s a man with him. A little shorter, not quite as broad. But you’d be able to feel the power radiating off of him, even if you didn’t recognize him. Soft dark hair, thick beard, an immaculately tailored suit. You’ve seen him in the papers, on the news, but in real life, he’s even more intimidating. Andrew Barber.

Barber leans in close to say something to Curtis, who nods, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. Your breath catches, but luckily Colin calls your name behind you and you have an excuse to turn around. He places two glasses of dark liquor on the bar. “Everett,” he says, gesturing to one, then “Barber,” while waving his hand over the other. “Got it?” You nod and place them on your tray. They’re identical to your eyes except for the fact that Barber's has a muddled black cherry at the bottom of the glass.

You carefully bring them over, trying to force yourself to breathe. Curtis intercepts you and grabs the drinks when you're a few steps away. “Thank you, Bambi,” he says, lowly.

Barber perks up. “This is Bambi? Really?” He extends a hand and you have no choice but to take it. “Andy Barber,” he says with a disarming smile. “It's a pleasure to meet you finally.”

His handshake is firm, demanding. He is terrifying in his friendliness. And he knows who you are. Has known, for who knows how long. You glance at Curtis, but he's just calmly drinking his whiskey. You don't know what to say, what are you supposed to say?? So after too long a pause, you practically whisper, “Thank you, Mr. Barber.”

He chuckles lightly as he takes back his hand. To Curtis, he says, “You're right, Bambi does suit her.” Then he turns back to you and adds, “Andy, please.”

“O– Okay, Andy,” you say, with what you desperately hope is a benign smile. You look over at Curtis, you’re not entirely sure why, but out of these two dangerous options, he, at least, is familiar. “I should get back to work.”

Curtis is staring at you, but it’s Andy who answers. “Mmm, and we have a game to join, don’t we?” Curtis nods but still doesn’t break his gaze. Andy smirks, “No rest for the wicked.”

You have no idea what to do with that sentiment, so you take the opportunity and get out of there. You walk through the tables, checking to see if anyone needs anything, but the mob boss’s physical presence seems to have ground all action to a halt. The room is collectively holding its breath.

You go back to the bar for want of anything else to do. Colin is standing ramrod straight, coiled in case he needs to spring into action. Lloyd is sitting down at the end of the bar, drumming his fingers, eyes moving all around the room. You settle next to Holly, who looks just as scared as she did that first night when she was trying to warn you off of Curtis. “Is this,” you start to ask, your voice shaking. “Is this normal? Does he come here a lot?”

“No, never” she shakes her head. “Why would he come here? He has real clubs and restaurants. He doesn’t need to hang out in a shit hole like this.” She shakes her head again. “He’d only come here for a reason.”

You turn your head back to the room and find that Andy and Curtis have settled at Vinny’s table, joining his game across from him. Your heart lands in your throat. That can’t– No. You’re just some cocktail waitress. Even with Curtis’s obvious interest in you, you aren’t important enough to bring the most powerful man in the city here. You’re nothing. He must have other reasons.

The room is quiet enough to hear a pin drop as everyone waits for something to happen, which is why when Andy does start speaking, you don’t have to strain your ears to pick up every word.

He looks at his cards carefully, then over at Vinny. “You know, Vinny, you’re a hard man to track down.” His voice is so calm, it sends a chill up your spine. “You don’t go home, we can’t find you at work. I was starting to get worried.” He runs a few chips through his fingers before tossing them into the center of the felt. “That’s why, when I heard you were showing up here, I sent my best man to investigate,” he nods towards Curtis, “just to make sure you were ok.”

You don’t have a great view of Vinny from where you’re standing, but you can see how stiff he is, how silent. But he still calls when it’s his turn.

“You can imagine my relief when I found out you were alright. Except,” he raises again, a few more chips into the pot, “you’re losing a lot of money, aren’t you? Now, this upsets me. Not because you’re losing your own money. But because it’s mine, isn’t it?”

Vinny finally tries to pipe up. “Andy, hold on. I can ex–”

“You owe me $150,000, Vinny. With interest, that total’s climbing every day. And yet, you sit here and you just keep losing, don’t you? At my own game. What would you do if you won, huh? Would you really try paying me back with my own money? I thought maybe you’d at least have the smarts to cross the border and try this at one of Roger’s casinos. Huh? Paying me back with my enemy’s money, at least that I could respect. But no, it’s only me you think is stupid enough to fall for your bullshit. So now I’m here to give you the chance to fucking do it to my face.” With that, he violently pushes all of his chips into the center of the table.

Everyone else has folded. It’s just Barber and Vinny now. You’re not sure Curtis even actually played. He’s just staring Vinny down, although occasionally his eyes will flick up and meet yours. You hate feeling like you’re a part of this, but you don’t know what else to do besides watch it play out.

Vinny is just spluttering, while Andy calmly looks on. It’s all the expected, cliche stuff you’ve seen in gangster movies. He’s got the money, he swears. He just needs a little more time. Andy has to know he’s good for it! You want to roll your eyes right along with Andy.

“Call, Vinny,” Andy cuts him off, sternly. “That’s $150,000 I just put in the pot. Call. And if you win, we’re even. Your debt’s erased. But if you lose, well then that’s $300,000 you’ll owe me. And you know I won’t be able to tolerate that. So call. And let’s find out where we stand.”

You can’t see what Vinny’s doing, but you can imagine the way his fingers must be hovering over his chips, his eyes moving down to his cards to check, one more time, if they’re as good or bad as he remembers. You know there’s no way out for him either way. He’ll have to call. He’s just delaying the inevitable.

You feel like you can't breathe as you wait for him to just finally do it, but Andy cuts in again. “The thing I can't understand, Vinny, is why you kept coming here after Curtis showed up. Either you're very stupid or really fucking greedy.” He looks at Vinny carefully. “Maybe a little of both. I hear you've been touching something that doesn't belong to you.”

You gasp. No one notices, but you do. He can't be talking about you. He can't. He can't.

Vinny seems even more confused than you. “What are you talking about? I haven't touched anything!”

Andy continues to ignore him. “So you're stupid and greedy. That's why you aren't afraid of him like you should be. They call him my attack dog, did you know? Have you heard that? Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you think he’s some puppy that follows me around. You’d be stupid to underestimate him, underestimate me. But maybe you only do that because you've never seen my dog off his leash.”

Curtis springs into action, lunging across the table to grab Vinny by the collar, and then slams his head into the felt. Before there’s even time to react, he’s stood and he's picking Vinny back up and hurling him onto the floor. Curtis comes around the table to stalk after him and the look on his face has you gasping for breath. You've never seen Curtis like this. There's a glint in his eye that might be the scariest thing you've ever seen. Who is this man? What is he capable of?

Vinny is dazedly trying to crawl away, but Curtis catches him easily. He grabs Vinny’s collar and hauls him back up, delivering two punches to his face in quick succession. The sound it makes. There's no other sound in the whole room. No one's saying anything, no one's doing anything. Everyone's just watching, hypnotized. You turn away, your stomach churning. Your eyes catch on Andy, sitting back in his chair, placidly drinking the whiskey you brought him, completely relaxed, like he's watching anything else. You can't look at him either.

The room is completely silent except for the crunching of bones, Vinny’s whimpers, and Curtis’s grunts. You look up again to be startled by eye contact with Curtis. His eyes are wild, unhinged. Feral. But there's something else in it, like all of this is for you. That all of you are there, everything is happening, because Vinny dared to touch you. It takes your breath away. It’s mesmerizing.

Andy finally stands and strides over to where Curtis is holding Vinny up in the middle of the room. He looks down at Vinny, then spits in his face. “I'm tired of trying to draw blood from a stone,” he says. Then he turns to Curtis and finishes, “Get rid of him.”

Curtis gives you one last long look, his face unreadable. You feel it in your knees. Then he drags Vinny out, leaving a bloody trail behind him.

The moment they're gone, it's like the entire room can breathe again. “Lloyd,” Andy calls out. “How ‘bout a round for everyone? On me.”

Lloyd nods to Colin who hurriedly starts pouring drinks. And you, so grateful for something to do, instead of just standing there, shaking, start loading the glasses on your tray.

As you begin to pass them out, Andy of all people, pulls you aside. “Bambi,” he says quietly, “I hope you know now, we take care of our own.”

You gaze at him, shocked. It feels like a comfort and a threat. But why? It's not so much the implication that this all had something to do with you, but you can't for the life of you imagine what you've done to get yourself to a place where Andy Barber might consider you his, however distantly. It can't just be that you work here. You can't picture him doing something similar for Holly or Colin. Once again, this all feels so incredibly dangerous.

While you're struggling to come up with anything to say to that, he grabs a drink off your tray and downs it quickly. Then, with a wink, he turns and leaves. You’re left staring after him until someone calls after you and you're scrambling to pass out drinks again.

The night ends quickly. No one seems eager to stay and drink and play after everything that's happened. Not when there's still blood on the floor.

You do what you can to help clean up, but when you stare at the stain helplessly, Lloyd tells you not to worry about it. He's got a guy.

Colin walks out with you so you aren’t in the parking lot alone. You're grateful. You're still so shaken. As you approach your car, your beater that you still don’t quite have the money to replace, you see someone leaning against it. You stop short, looking to Colin for help, but he just keeps walking to his own car, his head down. That’s when you know it’s Curtis.

You take a deep breath and then force yourself to keep walking towards him. You can't begin to parse how you feel to see him now. Your keys are ready in your hand like you might just get in and drive off without speaking to him. You know you won’t.

When you reach him, his voice is rough as he asks, “Are you ok?” He’s cleaned up. There’s no more blood on his hands, his clothes have been straightened.

You open your mouth to answer, even though you have no idea, so instead what comes out is “Did you kill him?”

“Did you want me to?” is his immediate reply.

It stops you in your tracks as all sorts of feelings come bubbling up, ones you can not, will not examine. This is about his propensity for violence, how terrifying he became, not– No. “Did you?” you insist.

He looks at you carefully then shakes his head. “I don't think you actually want me to answer that.”

“But you've killed before?” You can't stop yourself from pressing, from pushing. You don’t know why.

He just sort of smiles, gently almost, in a way that is deeply unsettling. “You need to stop asking questions you aren’t ready for me to answer, Bambi.” And it’s the way he says the nickname, like you really are that babe in the woods, just born with no knowledge of the world around you, that has your hackles rising.

“Andy called you his dog,” you say, like he should be offended.

To your surprise, he laughs, his head thrown back. Then he takes a step closer to you, and you take the opportunity to sneak in behind him, get to your car. You realize your mistake immediately when he turns back around and cages you in, your back pressed against the driver’s side door. “Everyone calls me his dog. Because he’s the civilized man in the designer suit, and I’m the animal just begging for a reason to slip my leash.”

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You should get into your car. You should drive away as fast as you can. You should never come back. But you don’t. “You did it for him,” you say, mustering all the strength into your voice that you can. “You didn’t do it for me.”

He leans over you, the space between you shrinking rapidly. “Yeah, he asked me to do it,” he nods. “But if he hadn’t, I still would have done it. For you.”

You try to shake your head, to tell him that that can’t be true, even as a wild, loud part of you starts to rise up and claw out of your chest. You try to tamp it down, deny it, but before you can, Curtis is leaning in further, his whole body pressing against you, and then he covers your lips with his.

There’s a heat that comes up out of him that fills you, the instant his skin touches yours. His hands are on you, your neck, your hip. You can’t keep track, can only say that his hands are there, everywhere, that his body touches all of yours, that his lips and his tongue are demanding, unrelenting. You are burning up from the inside.

Too soon, but ages later, he pulls away. His eyes are on fire as he looks at you. Then he tears his gaze away, and hits the roof of your decrepit car twice, looking at it disdainfully. “You get home safe,” he says, then steps back to allow you the space you need to get into your car.

You do what he wants you to do. You get in your car, sit in the driver’s seat, and then stare blankly out the windshield. You’ve never felt so out of control in your life. How did this happen? You were flirting for tips, that was all! You encouraged it for money, that was it, and now– You press your thighs together, trying not to pant. You will not be unmoored.

A slight movement in your periphery makes you notice that Curtis is still standing just to the side of your car, watching you. You turn your keys in the ignition and shift into drive.

It doesn’t mean anything it doesn’t mean anything it doesn’t mean anything, you chant to yourself all the way home.

It’s your next shift back, and everything seems to have changed. You don’t understand it. You keep doing laps of the room, keep sidling up to regulars you were so friendly with just a few nights ago, but now, they won’t even look at you, let alone touch you. No one’s ordering anything.

Or at least, they aren’t ordering from you.

Holly has been running around nonstop all night, basically having to take care of the entire room by herself. You watch man after man after man slip her little bundles of money.

You want to scream. What the fuck happened? What did you do? What are you going to do?

You go to stand by the bar to wait for something you can do. Colin gives you a brief nod of acknowledgment but that’s it. He’s been cold, too. No. Not cold, distant. You don’t understand what’s changed.

You take a deep breath. It’s one weird night. Things will be better tomorrow.

Things don’t get better. The next night is the same. You’re starting to panic. This job was supposed to be your lifeline. Without it, without the money you were making, you’re not sure how you’ll survive.

Curtis comes in after a couple of hours of nothing. You could cry you’re so happy to see him. But terrified too. If he gives you the cold shoulder, this job really is over. But you have no idea how he’s going to act, not after what happened last time. You’re not sure how you’re going to act either. You can still feel his lips on yours.

You bring him his whiskey immediately and he greets you with an arm around your waist, pulling you in. “Hey Bambi,” he says quietly. Then he gets a good look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You look at him carefully, not sure what to confide. You aren’t even sure what the problem is. You shake your head. “Not my best night,” you say with a tired smile. “But I’m fine.”

He stares at you for a moment, then stands up. “Come on,” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you to the little back room. You feel eyes on the two of you the whole way there.

Once he’s closed the door behind you both, he asks again, “What’s wrong?”

You sigh. “The last two nights have been weird here. I don’t– I don’t know. I’m just worried. I don’t know what happened but I’m not making any tips. No one’s treating me like they used to.”

“Mmm,” Curtis hums thoughtfully. “I think,” he says as he takes two steps closer to you, which in this small space is significant, “everyone else here has figured it out.”

It’s suddenly a little hard to breathe with him standing over you like this. His presence, his attention is always so much. “Figured what out?” you ask, confused.

“That I have lost my patience for watching other men touch you.”

It hits you like a freight train. “What?” It comes out in a whisper.

“I’ve let this go on for too long,” he says, his voice is calm, casual. “I don’t want you working here anymore. This is done.”

“I– What? Curtis. What?! I have to work! I have to pay my bills! I don’t understand. I don’t–”

He takes one last step forward. You feel the heat coming off of him. “Shh,” he soothes, cradling your cheek in his hand. “It’ll be alright. I’ll take care of you. I take care of what’s mine.”

You pull your face away, even as the urge to nuzzle into him is so strong. You feel like you’ve missed something, a thousand things. You feel too many steps behind. “Curtis, I’m not– I’m not yours.”

Something comes into his eyes and you’re reminded of him standing over Vinny, covered in blood. His hand travels down from your cheek. He strokes your throat once, and then his hand closes around it. “Look me in the eye,” he growls, “and say that again.”

His hand is firm, snug, but it doesn’t tighten. But you can imagine so easily how it might. You look him in the eye. You open your mouth, ready to say it again. But then– then you see it. In the way he looks at you, the way he’s always looked at you. You feel it in his grip on you, now. You can’t deny it anymore.

Curtis shoves you into his bedroom. You’re panting already. You need his hands on you, right now. You don’t have to ask for it. He gets you to the center of the room and yanks down your skirt, tearing it in the process. You step out of it and take your blouse off, throwing it on top of your skirt. Curtis’s eyes are cataloging your body, the swell of your breasts spilling out of your bra, your soft tummy, thick thighs. His gaze, as always, takes your breath away.

You reach out for Curtis’s shirt, but he grabs your hands. “I want you on your knees,” he growls and you immediately kneel for him. He throws off his shirt, revealing the expanse of his chest, the muted blacks and grays of his tattoos. You’re desperate to run your hands over them, trace the art, but instead, they just twitch at your side. He'll tell you what you're allowed to do.

He begins unbuttoning his jeans and your mouth drops open. He chuckles darkly. “Perfect little slut.” He takes his phone out of his back pocket and aims it at you, taking a picture as you gaze up at him under your lashes, your mouth wide open. “I've been dreaming of getting you on your knees for me.” He puts his phone on his dresser, then continues taking off his pants. “You ready to choke on my cock, baby?”

“Please,” you whine. You're practically salivating now. His bare thighs are as thick as tree trunks, the muscles corded. His abs ripple as he moves. His shoulders, his back. You want.

He frees his cock and rolls his black boxer briefs down his legs, stepping out of them. It's long and thick, just like the rest of him. Your breath catches. You don't think you've ever taken something that big before.

He takes a few steps so he's completely in your space, his cock bobbing right in front of your face. He takes it in one hand, the other firmly on the back of your head and slowly feeds the tip into your mouth. You taste his musk on your tongue. As he rocks into your mouth, going a little further each time, your hands come up to grasp his thighs. On his next thrust in, you run your tongue along the underside of his dick. His movements stutter just a little and then he looks down at you, a smirk overtaking his face. It's just a touch mean, in a way that has you soaking your panties. “You ready?” he asks, his voice rough. And then without waiting for the answer, he thrusts in all the way, making you take him deep in your throat.

You flail, slapping his thigh as you try to swallow around him, breathing frantically through your nose. After holding you there for a moment, he sets a brutal but steady pace. It takes you a moment, but you find your rhythm, your panic subsiding. Once you feel steady, you lift one hand from his thighs and bring it up to cradle his balls. “Fuck, Bambi,” he grinds out. “You're gonna– I– fuck!” His hand moves from the back of your head down to the back of your neck, which he grips firmly, pulling you off his cock. As you cough and splutter on the floor, he growls, “The first time you make me come is gonna be inside that perfect cunt.”

He helps you stand on wobbly legs, then shoves his hand between your legs, cupping your pussy over your panties. “Shit, fucking soaked just from deepthroating me?”

You let out a needy little whine, trying to push further into his hand, but he withdraws it, instead settling on your hip. “Well,” he grins, “if they’re ruined anyway…” then uses that hand to rip the black lace down the side, letting them fall to the floor. He makes quick work of your bra as well, then takes a step back and sighs, “Shit, Bambi, look at you.” It’s the reverence in his voice and on his face that has you launching yourself at him, unable to keep from kissing him any longer. He lets you, quickly taking control, letting you feel all his hunger, the want he’s kept barely bottled up since he first laid eyes on you. You understand it all now. His erection brushes against you, and now it’s his turn to whine, just a little.

He pulls away, brushing a hand down your cheek, then says “Get on the bed, on your stomach.” You quickly comply, laying in the center of the bed with your knees pulled up and spread beneath you. He brings his hand down on one asscheek harshly and you can’t help the lewd moan that escapes you. He chuckles, “Oh, I will definitely remember that for later.” He grabs your hips and cants them up, then whistles at your exposed cunt. “I knew it. Absolutely beautiful.” Then he unceremoniously shoves two fingers into your hole and you choke on nothing. “Shh,” he coos. “You can take it. My cock’s gonna be a lot thicker.”

As he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you can’t hold it in any longer and start babbling. Mostly a combination of “please,” and “Curtis,” and “I need,” over and over.

“I know, baby,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of you. “I’ve got what you need right here.” You have a brief moment to feel the tip of his cock on your pussy lips before he’s thrusting it into you, as far as he can go without making it hurt.

“Oh my god,” you cry, pressing your forehead into the mattress and balling his dark blue sheets in your hands. You feel so full. It’s so good. He’s working himself into you as quickly as he can, desperate now. You both are. Once he bottoms out, fully seated in you, he pauses. Then with one hand on your stomach and the other around your neck, he pulls you up onto your knees, your back flush to his chest. You cry out at the new angle; he’s somehow even deeper now. He starts thrusting up into you at a punishing pace. You’re bouncing up and down in his firm grasp. The hand on your neck turns your head to face him, his lips brushing against yours. He holds eye contact with you as the hand on your stomach snakes down your pelvis so his thick fingers can begin circling your clit. “Fuck! Curtis, please!” you shout.

“Yeah, come on,” he breathes, “you can let go. You can do it. Come for me like a good girl.” It’s those words that send you careening over the edge, your cunt pulsing around his cock, squeezing him until he’s coming too with a grunt, filling you up until both your cum is leaking out around him.

He holds you there, on your knees, as you both come down, your twin pants all you can hear.

You wake up slowly, the sun shining on you through the soft drapes. You start to shift then groan at how stiff you are. The night before comes back to you. Curtis took you two more times before you both collapsed in satisfied exhaustion. He’s still out like a light beneath you.

You take a moment to look at him. It’s odd to see him so peaceful, so still. There’s nothing of the feral predator he projects to the world. It makes you feel oddly close to him, seeing him like this.

You carefully get up without disturbing him and begin collecting your clothes. You put on your bra, but there’s no saving your panties. Same for your skirt; it’s ripped along the seam. So instead you pick up Curtis’s t-shirt from last night and put it on. It smells like him. You breathe it in shamelessly knowing there’s no one to witness it.

You savor the soreness as you move out of the bedroom. It’s like you can still feel him inside you, how much he wanted you, needed you. It makes you feel a little powerful, having that effect on a man like him.

You make your way into his living room. You didn’t really have a chance to look at his house last night, as determined as he was to get you into the bedroom. If you’d ever thought to picture it, this wouldn’t be far off. It’s all rich blues and greens and grays, leather and dark wood. Masculine. It suits him.

As you’re admiring the room, you hear footsteps behind you and then two big arms are encircling your waist, pulling you into him. “Good morning,” he rasps.

You turn your head to him. “Good morning,” you say with a smile.

“Fuck, Bambi, you’re even hotter in my shirt than you were last night.”

You smirk at him even as your face heats. “Mmm,” you hum. “It’s comfy. You might not get it back.” He nuzzles into your neck as you continue. “I was hoping you might have something I could wear for bottoms, too. You destroyed my skirt.”

His beard roughly drags against your skin as he asks, “Why the hell would I let you wear bottoms?”

You laugh. “Because I have to leave the house, Curtis.”

“No, you don’t,” he says as his hand begins to move between your thighs.

You playfully swat him away, even as you feel yourself getting wet again from his attention. “I have to go home.”

“Why? You’re staying here.” It’s how certain he sounds that has you turning around in his arms.

“What?”

“I don’t like your building. It isn’t safe enough. Now that I finally have you, of course, I’m going to keep you here with me.”

Once again, you feel too many steps behind. You just blink at him, confused. How does he even know where you live??

He takes your chin in his hand, his fingers gentle. “I told you, Bambi, I take care of what’s mine.”

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