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The Rules

Summary: One shot AU. A mobster’s daughter meets the love of her life but The Rules get in the way of it developing into something more.

Length: 6.5 K

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes (at age 21, then 25), OFC (named), OFC’s parents (named), Brock Rumlow, John Walker, Loki Laufeyson.

Warnings: some cursing, rude behaviour and reference to mob life. Otherwise fluffy.

Author notes: This is my first attempt at writing a mob-themed story. Bucky is actually a sweetheart.

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The first time Tia fell in love was when she was almost 18. His name was James, 21, and he was one of newest men on her father's staff. The first time Tia fell out of love was two weeks later when she saw James kissing a woman staff member and allowing himself to be pulled into her room at the mansion where they all lived. This is their story.

Almost Eighteen

There were rules growing up in the house of a mob boss, particularly the man known as the Boss of Brooklyn, Jerome Brancato. Rule #1, If the door to his office was open, anyone could come in. If the door was closed, everyone had to stay out. Rule #2, Daughters of the boss were off-limits. Period. No exceptions, unless the boss approved of the relationship which sometimes happened if he was approached correctly and with respect. Rule #3, No meant no. Other rules came up but the big three were supposed to be obeyed by everyone, staff and family.

Tia, seeing the door to her father's office was open approached it, hearing him speaking with another man. The man, who said a lot of "Yes sirs" and "No sirs" seemed to be interviewing for a position with her father's "business," a business he took over from his father, and his father before him. But Tia's father, Jerome, had no sons to leave the business to and daughters weren't supposed to be in that position, at least not in his narrow world view.

She pushed the door open, catching the attention of her father and the man, who rose to his feet and turned towards her. He was tall, with short dark hair, and handsome, with eyes as blue as the sky. Tearing her eyes away from him she looked at her father.

"I'm sorry, but your door was open," she said. "I can come back."

"It was open," agreed her father. "Tia, this is James Barnes. He's here to join the security team. Barnes, this is my youngest daughter, Tia. She just graduated from high school."

He offered his hand, his white dress shirt peaking out from under his dark suit's sleeve.

"Pleasure," he said, in a voice that made a warmth pool deep inside her, his even white teeth showing in the smile he gave her.

Her voice squeaked a little when she answered. "Thank you."

Inside she groaned. What kind of response was that? James grinned a little.

"You're welcome."

"Why don't you give us half an hour to finish up," suggested her father. "I still have to make James aware of the rules."

She smiled at her father but inside she felt her stomach drop. The rules. The fucking rules. Rule #2, she was off-limits. Apologetically, she returned to the door, risking one more look at the man she had just fallen in love with, then closed it and ran upstairs to her room to fall face first into her bed and cry over the rules.

It was a week before she saw James again. James, Jimmy, Jamie, Jim ... all the variations of his name were written out on paper by her, as she signed her name with his. Mr. and Mrs. James Barnes. Jim and Tia Barnes. Then she tore the pages up into tiny pieces and flushed them down the toilet because if there was one thing her already married older sisters warned her about was to not leave any trace of having a crush on any of their father's "staff," for that could cause all sorts of problems, not just for her but also for him. In their father's line of work, that could result in serious issues for the male staff member but could also see her summarily married off to some business associate, which she didn't want. Not at 17 years, 10 months and 2 weeks of age. Besides, she was going off to college in a few months and the last thing she needed was a chaperone to make sure that Portia Isabel Brancato, nicknamed Tia, behaved herself. So, she kept her face and attitude as neutral as possible, and tried to make it seem like she wasn't looking for James on the estate. Which ended up being easy when she found out quickly that he was sent out to one of the satellite "offices," a warehouse at the docks to learn that aspect of the work.

Resigned to not seeing him again for the foreseeable future, Tia came downstairs the one day to be driven to the salon for her usual mani / pedi appointment, only to see James waiting at the bottom of the stairs. As she came down, he looked up and his smile lit her up inside once more.

"Good morning," he said, cheerily. "I've been instructed to drive you to the Bronze Goddess salon. Are you all ready?"

"I am, thank you," she replied politely, reaching the bottom step and looking up at him. God, how could anyone be so good looking? "Could we stop at a Starbucks for something?"

"I'm yours to command," he replied, then opened the front door for her, while somehow reaching the armoured Audi sedan first.

After making sure her seatbelt was in place, James closed the door and got behind the steering wheel. Tia could see the coiled wire of the earpiece reaching down into his suit collar. He checked in with his supervisor, likely Clint, then smoothly pulled out from the driveway towards the gate to the estate.

"I haven't seen you for a while," said Tia, tentatively.

"No, I've been elsewhere," he replied, pausing at the road and looking both ways before turning left, following the map on his dash display.

Five minutes later he pulled into the line at Starbucks, then looked at Tia in the rearview mirror.

"A white chocolate mocha Frappuccino, please," said Tia, handing him a Starbucks card. "Get something for yourself while you're waiting for me."

"Thank you, I will," he said.

He ordered a Caffé Americano, then offered them the card when they handed him the cups. Turning around he smiled as he gave her the Frappuccino, then the card. Ten minutes later he pulled up at the salon, then got out to open her door.

"I'm going to park then I'll be inside," he said. "Your father was very specific that someone be in view of you at all times."

"Is there trouble?" she asked, as it wasn't a usual thing for a salon visit.

"Nothing I can't handle," he said, giving her that lop-sided smile again. "You let me do the worrying."

He came inside, carrying his coffee, walking in like he belonged, and settled himself on an empty chair near the pedicure station, but in a position where he could see the front door. He picked up one of the gossip magazines and flipped slowly through it. Every person who walked into the salon underwent his scrutiny. Everyone who came close to Tia, received even more attention. When she was finished, he waited behind her while she paid, then took her gently by the elbow, leading her to where the car was parked, seemingly staying acutely aware of their environment. On the drive back home, he looked at her several times in the rearview mirror.

"You planning to go to college?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've been accepted to Stanford, UCLA and Arizona State. I wanted to apply to something in the east, but Dad thought it was safer for me to be further away."

She didn't add the qualifier "from his business interests." There was kind of an unwritten rule that daughters were off-limits to action from his competitors but being on the other side of the country made that easier to follow.

"Did you go to college?"

He shook his head. "I joined the army right out of high school. Did one tour and realized I wasn't cut out for it. My dad knew your dad from some construction work he did for him and put in a word for me."

The gate opened and James drove up the circular driveway to the front of the house. Then he opened the door and offered Tia his hand to get out of the back. At that moment, her father came out and called to her. She smiled at James, then hurried to her father. That was the last she saw of him until the next week when she went out to the opera with her father and mother. Clint and Thor drove them. After they entered the house, Tia started up the stairs to the bedrooms. Hearing a sound, she looked up towards the third floor, where the staff bedrooms were and saw James kissing Sharon, her mother's social secretary. Then Sharon pulled him into her bedroom, and the door closed behind them, the sound of the latch coinciding with the feeling of Tia's heart breaking. Her mother, Liliana, who had also seen it, patted her daughter on the back.

"He asked for permission to take you out but your father said no, that you were too young," she offered. "He told James to keep his attention elsewhere. I'm sorry."

Rule #2 and 3, a double whammy. With a sigh, Tia went to her bedroom and cried for an hour. It would be four years before she saw James again.

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Almost Twenty-Two

Rule #4, If your father arranged your marriage the correct response was "Yes sir, thank you sir, for finding me a good husband," even if the last part wasn't always true.

There were several gatherings at the Brancato estate that May, after Tia graduated from college. Several different families who were in the same type of business as her father were invited to attend. More specifically, if the families had an unmarried son, anywhere between the ages of 21 and 40, they were invited. Gradually, over the month, the list of prospects was whittled down, until her parents hosted a dinner with the final four.

Tia was officially on the market, being dangled like a carrot in order to accomplish any one of the following objectives: settle a feud with a rival family, cement a business relationship between two families, provide a son-in-law able to take over the business from her father (because a woman couldn't do the job), satisfy a desire for grandchildren, specifically grandsons, just because that's what was expected of the daughters of a mob boss without a male heir, or a combination of several or all of the above. What Tia wanted in a husband was supposedly considered but its importance was so far down that she knew the decision was likely already made before the dinner even started.

Did it rankle Tia? Yes, but she had grown up as the privileged child of a wealthy and influential man. Now was the time where she had to satisfy the needs of his business empire, more than the needs of her heart. There was always a possibility that whoever won the "lottery" and satisfied her father's demands prior to approving the engagement would be a decent guy, one that she could grow to respect, if not love with all of her heart. Her two sisters had done alright. There was no reason to expect that she would end up with a creep, or someone who took the concept of marriage at its most basic, regarding her as property. Then she met the final prospects.

Prospect #1 (not arranged in order of preference) – Brock Rumlow, an almost 40 something, twice-divorced, son of a boorish man who ran the docks. Swarthy in appearance, with atrocious manners, and an almost permanent sneer. No thank you. Prospect #2 – John Walker, corrupt lawyer. Certainly, he was handsome enough, if you liked that blonde, all-American quarterback look. Smug, arrogant, and totally unaware that he rubbed people the wrong way. Nope. Prospect #3 – Loki Laufeyson. Charming on the surface and although attractive in a European kind of way, Tia wasn't sure that he wasn't bisexual which could mean he wouldn't be demanding on her. Certainly, he seemed to watch attractive men as much as he watched attractive women. A supposed financial wizard, she got the feeling that her father would have to settle a significant amount on him to generate an engagement offer. Prospect #4 – She blinked her eyes twice when she saw James enter with his father, George. He was a prospective husband? Yes, he had been at the other gatherings, but she assumed he was there as security. He was staff and there hadn't been a marriage between a daughter and a staff member since... well, years. Plus, he had broken her heart when she was 17 by going to bed with Sharon, the social secretary. She left the job while Tia was in college, her replacement, an older woman who wore sensible shoes.

Dinner was called and Tia's father offered her his arm, escorting her to the table, where she sat to his left, while her mother sat to his right. The prospects fathers were placed next, two on each side of the table, then their sons furthest away so that Jerome Brancato could observe them from a distance and see how they responded being grouped together. At the foot of the table was her grandmother, the family matriarch, Maria Brancato. She would be assessing the prospects up close, engaging them directly.

Right away the fathers, except for George Barnes, talked over each other about their sons, extolling their strengths, although only one of them said anything about how their progeny would be good for Tia. That was George, when he did speak, who brought up the fact that James had several sisters and had always looked upon himself as their unofficial bodyguard, even though he was younger than them.

"No one even stepped up to the door to take one of my daughters out unless Bucky (he had a nickname?) approved of them first," said George. "He kept the boys in line and made sure they were respectful of the girls and their mother; God rest her soul."

Tia's mother smiled. "Winnie was a good woman. She would be proud of the man James became."

Jerome gave Liliana a look, that saw her smile at her daughter, then keep eating.

"Well, Brock would have done the same," said his father. "Anyone who stepped out of line would see the business end of his fist. He doesn't put up with any opposition from anyone."

That raised her father's eyebrows a little as he rarely used physical force against any of his men, and often welcomed an opposing view if it was presented properly, with respect. Brock's father just kept rambling on about how no one intimidated his son. Then John Walker, Sr. cleared his throat and told a story of how his son completed a complex business deal by finding dirt on one of the principals. After setting up a honey pot situation, he managed to present the man with compromising pictures in order to sway him to their terms.

"Made his client an extra $10 million." He chewed with his mouth open. "That alone was enough for his boss to offer him a partnership in the law firm. Jumped right over several others who had been there longer. Johnny will do what is needed to increase profits and productivity."

Her father said nothing, but Tia could tell he didn't like hearing the other man brag about it. Yes, there were times when he employed similar tactics in dealing with certain people, but he kept his involvement in it to a minimum, as it was tempting fate to have the acts traceable back to him. That was just asking for trouble and a careful leader kept things looking legal.

At that moment, Tia noticed her mother looking down at the other end of the table, where her grandmother was. There was a look between the two women that seemed to be sending an invisible message between them. She just wished she knew what that look meant.

"Well, Loki has certainly done his share of cooking the books to improve profits and productivity," said Mr. Odinson, his stepfather. "The magic he can perform on the balance sheet would make your head swim. Every investigation against him has turned up nothing that can be pinned on him. Takes a genius to do that."

"Hmmm," was all her father said to that.

"One of these days his luck will run out," she thought, wondering if her father was thinking the same thing.

The rest of the meal progressed in a similar manner until dessert was served. Then Jerome finished his cake and coffee before he stood up, prompting the fathers then their sons to do the same.

"Gentlemen, let's go for brandy and cigars out by the pool, while my mother, wife and daughter confer," he stated.

All of them pulled away, then James offered his hand to Tia's grandmother.

"I have enjoyed our talk this evening, Mrs. Brancato," he said, warmly. "You've given me much to think about."

She smiled at him, then looked at her daughter, knowingly. George Barnes saw the look then faced Liliana, offering his hand to her.

"My compliments to your cook. That was a very enjoyable meal."

The three of them were left alone as the men filed out, and the two older women both looked at Tia.

"If it was us choosing, it would be James," said her mother, "but your father has other considerations, and his word is binding. You will be able to go on a date with each of them in turn then provide your opinion to your father but I'm guessing he already made his mind up."

An hour later the evening was over, and they said good night to everyone. James left with his father, being assigned to work in the warehouses that week. He was staying at his parent's house during that time.

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The Dates

Rule #5, No sex on the first date. Once an engagement was announced the couple could go at it but until that moment, any prospective husband of the boss's daughter who presumed to touch her in an intimate manner would deserve what happened to him later.

Two days later Loki Laufeyson arrived to take Tia to dinner. He pulled up driving a Maserati, wearing an expensive silk suit. He was polite, solicitous, and the perfect gentleman. The restaurant was perfect also, a two-star Michelin restaurant, whose portions were so precious that Tia almost asked if they could stop at a drive thru for some burgers. During the meal an older blond man stopped by the table to say hello, looking at Tia nervously.

"Mobius, this is Tia," said Loki. "She's ... um ... my date."

"Oh." The other man smiled slightly. "Pleasure to meet you." He looked back at Loki. "I missed you at the club on Friday night."

"Yes, there was a dinner party at Tia's parent's house. I was obligated to be there."

Both men looked very uncomfortable, so Tia did something kind to both of them and excused herself to go to the ladies' room. Loki stood up as she left. When she looked back, she could see both men speaking in whispers to each other and sighed. Definitely bisexual with a preference for men. Scratch Loki, which was too bad because he seemed quite nice. In fact, later, after she returned to the table, he announced that he would be withdrawing his courtship of her but wished her the best. They parted with a handshake.

Date #2 happened two days later when John Walker picked her up, driving a Mercedes SUV. His suit, also silk, didn't look as good on him as Loki's did. She attributed it to the fact that Walker was not used to working in a jacket. It always seemed to ride up and crowd his neck. They went to a restaurant, a steak house type, where he ordered a larger cut for him with all the trimmings and for her, a small cut, with a salad and minimal dressing.

"I'm sure you're always watching your weight," he said, eyeing her body. "You seem to keep quite trim, and I wouldn't want you to think I don't support that."

As she guessed, he played football in college, at the quarterback position, and proceeded to regale her with his exploits on the field. He didn't ask one question about her. When he kissed her goodnight, he attempted to give her tongue, but she successfully pulled away, waggling her finger at him, as if he should know better. Since a servant was already on the step, he took it with a smile, but she saw a darkness in his eyes that bothered her.

Date #3 was with James. He picked her up in a 1994 Mustang GT, wearing a sports coat over an open necked blue shirt and jeans. Somehow, he had told her mother his plans, so Tia also wore jeans and brought a sweater. They talked as he drove to Coney Island.

"This is your car?" she asked.

"Yup, restored her myself," he said. "Found her up on some blocks in an abandoned lot. No tires, stripped of parts but the body was good, and it kept me out of trouble when I was in high school and after the army. It was time spent with my dad. I've been offered good money for her, but I like driving her. Sorry, to talk about her as if she's real but I know every inch of her."

"I like her, too," smiled Tia. "Does she have a name?"

"Yes, but I can't tell you." He blushed. "It would kind of be inappropriate for our first date."

They drove a bit further then Tia looked at him again.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Go ahead, I have no secrets," he answered.

"My mother told me when I was 17 that you asked for permission to take me out, but my father said no." She looked out her window. "I saw you a week later kissing Sharon, then going into her bedroom."

He nodded his head, his mouth set in a grim line. "Yeah. Your father told me that you were too young and to set my sights lower. She flirted with me, and we did kiss. I didn't stay. She wanted more from me that night than I was prepared to give. I'm no saint and I have been with several women since then, but nothing serious." He took a deep breath. "I always liked you more. It's why I asked to be considered as a suitor. This time, your father agreed to let me have a chance."

"Oh." Tia swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding of her heart. "What are your chances?"

He smiled a little sadly. "Not as good as the other three," he admitted. "My father is a construction foreman who did some work for your father, and they got along well, considering each other a friend. But he's not well off like the other fathers, nor is he in any position of influence. My only assets are my loyalty to your father, I'm a hard worker and like to think I do the job without letting my emotions get the better of me. Most of all, I pledged to be faithful to you always and to treat you with kindness and respect. I have sisters and expected the same from the men they all married."

Tia watched the beams of the streetlights come through the windows alternating between illuminating his face and leaving it in darkness. His strong facial features had matured in the few years since she went away to college, as had his physique. There was also a depth to him that the others didn't have. The fact that he didn't talk much about himself impressed her. This was a man looking for a serious relationship, not a business deal sealed with the acquisition of a wife.

The date was fun as they went on the rides, ate hot dogs and drank beer. He won her a large stuffed giraffe at the shooting gallery, christening it together as Walter. When they walked back to where the car was parked and deposited Walter in the back seat, James looked at her in the dimly lit area. Gently, he took one of her hands in his, then raised it to his lips, kissing the knuckles then turning it to kiss her wrist.

"I expect someone to be watching when I drop you off so if you don't mind a kiss here."

He didn't finish what he was saying as Tia raised herself up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He enclosed her in his arms, and she felt the firmness of his body pressed against hers. His soft lips were perfect, applying just the right amount of pressure against hers, then she opened hers to allow their tongues to mingle. It was every bit as good as she imagined when she was 17, going on 18. When they finally pulled apart, he looked at her in a way that no man had ever looked at her before.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you," he murmured, his eyes taking in every part of her face. "You don't remember the first time we saw each other, do you?"

"I thought it was in my dad's office."

He shook his head, smiling. "My dad built your pool house. I was 16 and worked as a helper on the site. You were still a girl, just turned 13 but I thought that you would be beautiful when you grew up a little. I knew then that I didn't really want to look at anyone else. Sounds a little creepy but I was willing to wait until we were both ready."

"It's not creepy," said Tia. "We were both kids. I'm glad you waited." She looked down for a moment. "Are you sure this is the life you want? I know what my father is and the things that you've likely already done for him."

"I went into a combat zone when I was 18 so I have killed before," he said. "So far, your dad has kept me out of that part of it. I think he's looking to scale back that side of his business, be more legitimate. If it means that you and I can be together, it will be worth it."

"Okay. One more question. Your nickname is Bucky?"

He laughed, giving her that lop-sided smile. "Yeah, it's from my middle name, Buchanan. That was my mother's surname." He shrugged. "James sounds more grownup and mature. You can call me anything you want."

"Just the best date I've ever had," she smiled back.

They kissed again, then James opened the passenger door for her and drove her back to the estate. Before they got out, he gave her his cell phone number, entered it as Jane so her father wouldn't know it was his, then told her to call him anytime if she needed help. In front of the mansion, he was aware they were being watched so he gave Tia a respectful hug, handed Walter to her, then waited as she entered the house, before getting back into his car and driving to his father's house. Although he hoped it would be enough for her father to choose him, he knew his chances weren't good.

The final date, with Brock Rumlow, was everything that Tia feared. He showed up in a heavily customized truck that Tia needed a ladder to enter. Although dressed in a suit he didn't wear a tie until forced to at the restaurant he took her to, after verbally haranguing the maître d’ for the indignity of his money not being good enough for the place. His table manners were as atrocious as his regular manners, talking while chewing, burping at the table, and referring to his bathroom habits in crude terms. Excusing herself to the ladies' room, Tia texted James.

Tia: Help! I'm stuck with a Cro-Magnon man who's unbearable.

Jane: Brock? Yeah, he's a bit full of himself, isn't he? Do you need rescuing?

Tia: Possibly. I'll keep you posted.

She returned to the table where Brock was sprawled in his chair. Tia's plate was gone as was his.

"Good, you're back," he said. "I've paid the bill. Let's go to a club."

"I wasn't finished." He looked up at her surprised.

"Oh, I assumed you went to the bathroom to uh ... you know, bring it all up. That's what you chicks do to keep slim, right? My exes did that all the time."

She would have answered but he stood up and headed for the door, turning around to wait impatiently for her. With a sigh, she joined him, waiting as he tossed the valet his token. The truck appeared and he didn't help her in, although the valet did, giving her a sympathetic eye roll. The club, with a pounding bass that bled out onto the street was full of friends of his, whose method of communication seemed to be either a jut of their chin or a pound hug. He requested bottle service in the VIP area, then flopped down on the couch, pulling her down with him, and draping his arm over her shoulder. Sitting there like the king of his own kingdom, Tia had a vision of her life with Brock Rumlow and decided to end the date there. Of course, he didn't want to and kept trying to keep her sitting on the couch with him. Finally, she convinced him that she needed to throw up and he let her go. Exiting out of an emergency door she went to the nearest coffee shop that was open and called James, who told her to stay there and wait for him. He arrived twenty minutes later, entering the coffee shop with a worried look on his face. As they hugged, he stroked her hair and vowed that no matter what, Brock Rumlow wouldn't do this to Tia ever again.

At the mansion, when he pulled up, Brock was there, waiting angrily for Tia, as was her father and mother. He went to open the door for Tia, then growled when he found it locked. James came out of the driver's side door and placed himself in front of Brock, staring at him in a way that showed he had absolutely no fear of him.

"Move," said the jilted date.

"No, move yourself," replied James. "She called me to get her out of a bad date and I obliged. Now, I'm going to finish the job and make sure she gets inside the house safely."

"Are you saying I abused her?"

"I'm saying you wouldn't let her leave until she thought she was going to be sick. She told me you acted like a pig the entire time."

"She's lying. The little bitch is lying."

Jerome pulled Brock away at that moment. "What did you call my daughter?"

Liliana slapped Brock in the face. "How dare you. Jerome, if you even consider him suitable for Tia, I'll leave you. I swear, I will divorce your ass and take everything you own. It's all in my name anyway."

"No one's divorcing anyone," said Jerome, then he looked at Brock. "You have 10 seconds to get your ass in your monstrosity of a truck and get the hell off our property. You tell your father that if he even tries to retaliate it will be war between us. Now get."

Rule #6, Even a mob boss with only daughters does not take kindly to his daughters being referred to as bitches. Especially by a twice-divorced asshole like Brock Rumlow.

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The Wedding, six months later

Rule #7, When marrying into the mob, let her family have their way. It's easier and lulls them into thinking you'll be a pushover.

This was it. Her father made the decision and now Tia had to live with it. She looked at herself in the mirror as her mother fastened the veil to her head. A knock on the door was opened by her oldest sister, acting as matron of honour. Her father walked in; his bow tie undone.

"Lil, can you fix this?" he asked. Then he stopped, seeing Tia's reflection in the mirror. "All my girls looked so beautiful on their wedding day."

"Men always have trouble with a bow tie," she smiled, turning towards him. "Come to the window so I have better light."

While her mother did her father's tie, Tia's phone, deep inside the pocket of her wedding dress (that she insisted on having) vibrated and she went to the bathroom to answer it, telling everyone she needed some water.

Jane: You sure you're going to do this?

Tia: Yes, it's what my dad wants. I'm a good mob daughter, you know.

Jane: Yeah, now you'll be a good mob wife.

Tia: If you mean pregnant on the wedding night, chances are good.

Jane: LOL. I hope you'll be happy.

Tia: Thanks to you, I know I will be. You'll be there, right?

Jane: Wouldn't miss it. I'll always have your back.

She smiled at that and put the phone away, then poured herself some water. When she came out, her dad's tie was perfect, and her mother was standing there with the bouquet of flowers. Grandma Maria beamed at her. The wedding planner fussed over her while the photographer took some photos of them all, including her six bridesmaids, well matrons as most of them were married. On the limousine over she thought of all her worries about the man her father would finally approve of. It was easier after Loki willingly took himself out of contention, then Brock showed himself to be a total asshole in front of her parents. She could live with the man who was chosen and make it work.

At the church, there were all sorts of photographers, some of them likely FBI plants as her father was still a person of interest, as were many of the guests. But he did promise Tia that he intended to bow out of that type of work and build up the legitimate areas, without even using laundered money. After all, he wanted his youngest daughter to be happy.

The walk up the steps of the church was interrupted by calls of the photographers to pose but she only slowed down, anxious to get this part of her life over with and begin her life as a wife, then mother. At the top of the stone steps, she looked back towards the street and saw James' Mustang, smiling that it was there. She stepped inside and the wedding planner took over, positioning the flower girls (a niece from each side), then the bridesmaids / matrons, a combination of one girlfriend, her sisters and his sisters, sending them down the aisle. One of her brothers-in-law escorted her mother to her pew. She had wanted them both to walk her down the aisle, but her father put his foot down; traditionally only the father could give the bride away. Then everyone stood up and she knew her moment had come.

Her groom came out from the vestry, but she couldn't see him over the number of people who blocked her view. Then Tia took her father's arm and began the walk towards the altar. It wasn't until she was three quarters of the way down that she finally saw James, in his black tuxedo, white shirt, and black tie, with a boutonnière in his lapel. He gazed at her with glassy eyes, then offered his hand to her when she was close. Her father kissed her cheek, then kissed James' before lightly slapping him on the cheek to get his attention.

"You do right by her," he murmured.

"Yes sir, that's my plan."

Finally, it was just them, in front of the priest, and he began the service asking if there was anyone who objected to this couple marrying. You could have heard a pin drop in the silence, then he smiled at them and began the service.

Rule #8, No excessive tongue in a Catholic wedding ceremony. It's not classy and even though the people in the church for a mob wedding might be considered criminals they aren't animals.

The kiss before they walked down the aisle as husband and wife was just as good as the kiss at Coney Island. They could both hear the sighs of delight from the women who were present thrilled at the absolutely perfect husband that Tia Brancato, now Tia Barnes had. When they exited the church, having rice thrown at them, because that was traditional, James opened the front door of his 1994 Mustang GT and tucked Tia's dress into the front seat around her legs. Then he went around to the driver's side, got in, and started it up, revving it a few times before he peeled away, with the sounds of tin cans rattling behind him. On the back window the Just Married that was drawn on with washable paint soon faded away from view. The limousine driver opened the door for the parents and the bridal party. They would meet James and Tia at Prospect Park for the photos.

In the Mustang, Tia looked at her handsome husband, James.

"You came," she said. "You brought Portia." She gestured to the car.

"I promised," he replied. "Said I would always have your back." He drove for another minute. "Did you mean it, about getting pregnant?"

"I'm off the pill and I might be ovulating," she said. "If it happens, it happens. I'll be happy either way."

"Are you okay that we're waiting until tonight?"

He glanced at her. It was something he suggested once her father announced that James could propose to Tia.

"If it's anything like our first kiss I won't be disappointed." She placed her hand on his. "Besides, there's always Rules #9 and 10." He laughed, having been briefed on the other rules already, especially the ones that were her rules. "Rule #9, No matter what, we'll make it work."

"And Rule #10?"

"Whatever will be will be. You knew when you first saw me when I was a kid that you liked me. I knew when I first saw you in my dad's office that I wanted you. It was meant to be."

"I love the Rules." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the knuckle. "I love you."

That evening, their first dance was to Que Sera Sera, otherwise known as Whatever Will Be, Will Be. It always was Tia's favourite rule.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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Hi, and welcome to the Masterlist for my participation in the Any Fandom AU Bingo, hosted by @anyfandomaubingo! 💙

On this Masterlist, you'll find all the prompts I've filled along the way. They combine angst, fluff, and smut. Each one-shot will have its appropriate warnings when necessary.

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|| 🥀 ~ Angst || 💙 ~ Fluff || 🌶️ ~ Smut ||

B1: Stalker!Bucky Barnes

B2: Mistress!Reader

B3: Farmer!Steve Rogers

Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I'm home || 💙 || Natasha Romanoff Prompt || B4: Florist!Reader Getting married is something Natasha has not even considered until she met you and fell head over heels in love. Now, it's all she can think about; she wants nothing more than to call you her wife.

B5: Pornstar!Tony Stark

I1: Athlete!Reader

I2: Spy!Loki Laufeyson

I3: Sex Hotline Operator!Reader

I4: Artist!Bucky Barnes

I5: Basement Wife!Reader

N1: Escort!Steve Rogers

N2: Fake Date!Reader

N3: Arranged Marriage AU

Dreaming Of You || 💙 🌶️ || Robert Downey Jr. (RPF) Prompt || N4: Author!Reader Life with your husband, Robert, and your three-month-old son, Joseph, has been nothing short of a dream, and you are grateful you get to live this life with him. When you find out you're having another baby almost a year and a half later, you get the surprise of a lifetime, and the love between you and your husband only grows stronger because of it.

N5: CEO! Loki Laufeyson

G1: Con Artist!Reader

G2: Stripper!Bucky Barnes

Birthday Confession || 💙 || Bucky Barnes Prompt || G3: Neighbor!Reader Bucky never really cared for his birthday, but he suddenly had a different outlook since you came into his life. As long as he can spend it with you—the sweet, soft-spoken neighbor he secretly harbors a major crush on— and his cat, Alpine, he's happy. However, when everything takes a turn this year, you're both turning it into a birthday he'll never forget.

G4: Mobster!Steve Rogers

G5: OnlyFans!Reader

O1: Police Officer!Tony Stark

O2: Bounty Hunter!Reader

O3: Dom!Loki Laufeyson

O4: Musician!Reader

O5: Thief!Tony Stark

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stuckybarton · 2 years

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Blood and Grief

SUMMARY: Things didn't go as planned for Loki and he was left injured as the aftermath. You learn the reality of what it means to be with him, for all that he is. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship) WARNINGS: Mention of Injuries. Violence. Profanities. Slight Angst. Unedited and the likes. WORDS: 1,242 A/N: @sunshineyrosie, lol so this happened. hope you enjoy! i'll post the other shot i was to suppose to post in the weekend instead, this just popped out of nowhere XD

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The silence in the room was palpable. You had stayed in the living room, waiting for Loki to finish up with his showers.

In the years of knowing Loki, and the secret business he had made for himself in the underground world, it was in this very moment that you truly realize the gravity of what his control of New York was like. The constant and ever escalating danger that rested on his shoulders, as well as you that was his weakness as Hela and the rest of the family told you to be in their world.

It was scary, and no matter how much you tried to look past all of it, the sight of him coming home, bathed in blood, skin painted in bruises, and the look of emptiness in his eyes as he went straight to the spare bedroom to clean up--it shaken you to the very core. The reality of being in a relationship with most powerful Mobster in New York. A man who has and always will have enemies whether you like it or not.

Taking a bated breath, you stood from the confinements of the coach, finally having the strength to move and make your way to Loki, to see if he was okay or if he needs some help. You gently opened the door to welcome the sight of discarded clothes resting on the floor--any other day you would have scolded Loki, but in this moment, you allowed it knowing where his state of mind was now.

The sound of silence in the bathroom worried you, opening the door, the last thing you would have expected was a gun to be pointed straight at you.

"Loki what the fuck!" You screamed closing the door and Loki opening the door right back and make his way towards you--gun no longer in his grasp.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned.

"I was just checking up on you." You snapped, shaking in fear as this was the first time you had ever seen a gun up close and it just had to be pointed right at you. "Jesus fucking Christ, Loki." You spat taking a step away from him. "You don't need to point a fucking gun at me to keep me out of here."

It was the lack of response that truly scared you. This wasn't the same gentle man you had come to love. This was the Mobster. The cold, hard, and calculating man that had become the reason for the success of his business and the deaths of the others along the way. You should have expected this side of the man, after finding out about it due to the circumstance that wasn't of his own decision, you had eventually accepted him--but you never realize what that would entitle for you now. Seeing the mess of what it could become if he crosses someone he shouldn't have or if there was another individual that is ready to take over--that idea alone had scared you.

You accepted him for all that he was. The good and the bad, but you still fear the consequence that came to loving a man like him. The repercussion that came if Loki's enemies would find his weakness. Your weakness. You feared for your Uncle's safety, the semblance of your family that remained, you feared for their lives every chance you got. It was a constant that you had to accept for as long as Loki was part of this life--for as long as you were part of this life with him.

"What are you doing here?" He repeats himself, the coldness of his eyes was fainting melting away but it would take something more than your shaking fear to fully bring back.

"I was worried about you." You took a measured step, unfazed in this moment for his shirtless state, eyes more worried about the bruises that were slowly beginning to darken. The redness on his side made you wonder if he broke his ribs but it was something you'll deal with in a moment. "Let me worry about you, please."

"You don't have to." He brushed off eyes looking anywhere else but your own but you still held strong as the fear no longer lingered in your system but worry for his state of mind. "You don't need to, My Love."

"It's you and me, Laufeyson." You assured him, holding onto his hand, inspecting the damage he has done to himself--and the receiving end of his punches. "Let's clean this up."

Pulling him back into the bathroom, you've pushed him to seat on the toilet bowl while you gazed through the surprisingly fully-stocked medical cabinet. With everything you would need, you began your overly meticulous task of cleaning all of the wounds you could find on your boyfriend. From the gashing cut on his arm (good thing you knew how to stitch wounds from your girl scout days), to the smallest of cuts you could see on him. He remained stoic and unfazed by the anti-septic and ointment that you've practically smothered him in at this point.

You could feel his eyes on you but your attention was making sure that no cut was left untreated. Even the bandaged was finally wrapped around his hand. you smiled at your handiwork and finally met his gaze to see him still staring at you.

"It still makes me wonder why you stayed, when you finally had the chance to leave."

"I always have the opportunity to leave, but I can't do that to you. I love you too much to leave you when you need me the most." You muttered not wanting to go sentimental on him right now. You tried to distract yourself, throwing away all the cotton you've used and cleaning up the sink. "I've come to terms with who you are, Loki. This, whatever empire you've created for yourself and your family, I won't pretend that I understand why you would run something like this, but I accept it and love you either way. I just worry sometimes for your safety, my safety, and the safety of the people I love the most."

"I will protect them." His words didn't do as much assurance.

"I know, but it's not gonna be a full-proof plan, Loki." You turned to him. "I've seen you close to your death once, I'm scared it's gonna happen all over again, I don't think I could have it in me to see you in that state again." You said honestly, the memory of him in the hospital fighting for his life, it still gave you nightmares. The image of him burnt into your head and the truth of the danger of his line of work.

"It will be over soon, My Love."

"It won't." You quipped. "And I'm not gonna stop you or pull you away from that part of your life. All I want is for you to promise to come back to me alive and in one piece every single time you need to go and do whatever you need to do for your business."

He stood now, hands coming to cup your cheeks, craning your head to make you look straight at him.

"I promise you with my life and with my soul. I will always come back to you and the life that we have here." He vowed, sealing it with a kiss and he never broke the promise.

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omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts · 6 years

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A Saint with the Lips of a Sinner (Steve Rogers X WOC! Reader)

Summary: Y/N is forced to attend the biggest mob in New York party, dealers from across the country coming in to discuss business, with Steve and Bucky’s whereabouts in the center of all of it. Y/N must entertain the guests and keep everyone happy, but a surprise guest shows up in need of a drink, unbeknownst to the danger that lies ahead for him. And the secret he uncovers.

Author’s Note: So.... I hope you guy’s liked the last part, it was very short and eh but this one I’m proud of and it’s the start of something very AWESOME, mob au’s are so interesting to me and I love Tony Stark but I needed a villain. I’m excited for this and please leave feedback! I love it :) and head’s up, Steve isn’t so gentlemanly in this chapter ;) IT’S SO SHORT I’M SORRY

Warnings: Some fluff, my dudes, a little angst, mild language, and SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION *awkward winks*

Word Count: 2058

FC: Tristin Mays

The bar bustles with life, patrons of the service and people dancing all unaware of the inner workings going on right under their noses, secret dealings and trades with the people that run the town. Tony Stark buttering up some of his colleagues in one corner, and a deal being made in the next. A speakeasy vibe hangs in the air along with the stale cigarettes and booze, paired with the scent of deceit and mischief.

Y/N steps lightly in her stiletto heels, red, satin, slip dress clinging to curves and fitting her frame nicely. So used to wearing baggier or casual clothing that she rarely notices the lingering stares on her body when she passes tables, staying out of the limelight as much as she can. She’s not used to being so dressed up.

Her involvement in Stark’s business starting to cost her more than just her time, now proving fatal for both her and a certain new friend of hers. But she holds her head up, anyway, keeping her shoulders back when she walks, because mobsters, do smell fear. If you’re not completely confident or sure of yourself, you’ll be the first to go, and even if she wasn’t an official member, the same rules apply.

Then, while passing the entrance to speak to Tony, she hears a familiar voice speaking to the security guard, old friends by the tone of conversation. She pays no mind to the idle muttering, casting it off as a figment of her imagination or side effect from lack of sleep, until her eyes move past a head of blonde hair and eyes that resemble emerald, flecks of sapphire and gold in its rims.

Her eyes go wide when she finally realizes and she turns to him, both of them locking eyes and his mouth opening to say something, ask why she’s here. But she’s quick, taking his hand in her own and dragging him into a forgotten hallway no one goes into, holding him against the wall until they’re out of sight.

She places a hand over his mouth and speaks furtively, “Why the hell are you here?”

His eyes crinkle with amusement, slowly pulling her hand out of the way with a hesitant smile in its place, “To get a drink?” he says, as more of a question than an answer. “Why? Is there something wrong with that?” he looks her over once before smiling, “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Her skin burns from his flattery but she shakes herself out of it before he can take notice of it, so she drops her hand completely, “Do you have any idea who runs this place?”

“The Columbos, why?” he furrows his brow.

“Do you know what else they run?”

It takes him a minute to realize his grave mistake before he sighs aloud, throwing his head back in frustration, “I’m an idiot,” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“You know, for a wanted man you sure have a way of making yourself known in exactly the places you shouldn’t,” she takes a step away from him.

He looks her over quickly, meeting her eyes again, indignantly, frowning slightly, “You work for them... don’t you?”

Her heart leaps into her throat and she evades the question, looking to the floor instead of answering, and he doesn’t meet her eyes either.

“You set me up,” he concludes with a sullen expression and guilt etches itself into her features.

“I didn’t,” she says quietly, stepping closer to him when she hears footsteps nearby, threatening to find their location. “My brother’s Sam Wilson...”

“What does that have to do with anything? You know I trusted you-”

“I’m sorry!” she says, a little too loudly than intended before dulling her voice down to a stealthy whisper. “Will you let me finish, Rogers? I promise it’ll make since when I’m done,” she pleads. “Okay?” her voice breaking towards the end.

He nods after a moment and the lump in her throat finally leaves way for her to breathe again, heart still hammering in her chest, but not just from the secrets.

“I have no choice to be here, Hercules, my brother betrayed Stark and took me as collateral, if I mess up or step out of line, Sam’s dead, along with the rest of my family. The worst part is I’ll be the one forced to do it with a gun to my head, but knowing this business, I’ll get a bullet through the skull too even if I do comply.”

The words are thick in the air like a fog none of them can see through, until he finally breaks it, “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely.

“You don’t need to be,” they lock eyes and neither one dares to lets go.

“So the other day... talking in the coffee shop, that was all fake?” he stares her down, but rather than intimidation, she’s met with vulnerability and confusion.

She rolls her eyes, both conflict warring and indifference in her expression, attempting to keep a calm exterior, holding her scarlet lips closed until letting the words slip, “No, Rogers... that wasn’t fake. But is that what you’re really wondering in this moment? You need to get your priorities straight if you ever want to get out of here.”

“No need, I’m pretty comfortable here,” he looks you over, now pressed against him with his back to the wall, room filled with heated whispers and hot as hell despite the cool air condition pouring in from the ceiling. His voice is inflicted with challenge and trickery, playing the game you intended to start yourself.

“Not so shy when we’re in the face of danger, huh? How classy of you, Rogers,” she rolls her eyes for what seems like the fifth time tonight, but there’s a coy smile playing at her lips,

She steps away from him, but finds herself unable to move when his arm snakes its way around her waist, quietly spinning them around so her back is against the wall, his hand over her mouth.

He places a single finger to his lips and she nods in compliance, heat pooling in her abdomen at the intensity of his gaze, green meeting brown, footsteps dangerously close by with a knock on a door and Tony’s voice on the other side of the wall.

“Where the hell is that girl?” Stark’s muffled voice sounds through the drywall.

“Maybe you should keep her on a leash, Tony, the girl’s proving to be nothing but trouble for you.”

“You’ve seen the bruises on her, she knows her place. Talk about her again like she’s a pet, and you’ll soon learn yours as well.”

The voices soon die out until silence thickens the atmosphere once again. They’re both frozen in place until he raises a single eyebrow in inquiry and she nods quickly, allowing him to take his hand away from her face, her ample chest heaving with each strenuous breath.

“You have bruises...” he states and she looks him in the eye, shaking her head not to question it further, before he lightly moves her hair out of the way of her neck, her head turning to the side with her eyes clenched shut as he examines the fingerprint marks indented in her skin, purple blossoming on her deep skin. His fingers brush over the mark and she winces slightly, an action he catches with a frown before sweeping her hair back in place, hand still lingering on her skin.

“You know what they do to people who don’t follow orders. I happen to be one of them. It’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Hercules, I can take care of myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m just telling you you’re not alone in this anymore.”

She looks at him, grateful, afraid tears might surface at the compassion he’s showing her, sympathy she doesn’t feel she deserves.

“You’re lucky we’re so cramped here, I would hug you right now,” her ruby lips curl upward, softened eyes not straying away from his.

“Raincheck,” he smiles weakly, letting his hand drop back to his side and she smiles.

“Who says that anymore?” she rolls her eyes with a quiet laugh, the conversation back to a lighter tone.

He chuckles gruffly, “Do you think if I kissed you right now that you’d finally be quiet?“

She smiles, pleasantly surprised by his question, “Depends on where you kiss me,” she replies coolly.

Her steely resolve crumbles slowly when he continues to undress her with his eyes, the gentlemanly act he put up when they first met gone along with it.

Steve half smiles, cheeks a shade of rosy pink, eyes glittering, he lifts an expert eyebrow, “Not so ladylike now, huh?”

She smiles, finally, the light switching on in his chest when she brings that familiar sunshine into the room, “You’re certainly not so gentleman now yourself, Rogers. Don’t act so high and mighty.”

“I would never.”

She looks at him for a moment, growing serious, “You and I both know that if I fall for or start liking you, Steve, it will become a weapon, used against the both of us. So I suggest you stop looking at me like that,”

He tilts his head curiously, smiling smugly, “Like what, doll?”

There goes that doll again. “Like you can see under my dress.”

He pinches his brow, adorably so, “Why, are you wearing scandalous lingerie I shouldn’t know about?”

“Usually I would say yes.”

“Why do you say usually?”

“Because now... I’m not wearing any,” she flashes a feigned demure smile, leaning her head back against the solid wall.

He gulps audibly, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously but he soon regains control, despite the fifty shades of scarlet that adorn his handsome face, clearing his throat with a shy smile, “And... w-why is that?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Rogers, it wasn’t for you, I was in a rush to leave.”

“You never told me the rules of if the roles were reversed and I ended up falling for you first. What happens then, doll?”

“You prove you truly are the idiot I took you for,” her lips twitch in a smile, looking at the floor at the thought of him liking her. Her stomach’s flipping and she finds herself questioning this intoxicating feeling fluttering in her chest.

“You can’t just do things like this and expect me to get rid of this crush that I have on you, Y/N.”

“Seriously? I’ve not done anything,” she laughs in disbelief. “I’m just being me, Steve.

He laughs, “That’s exactly the problem... well, n-not a problem, more like... a-”

She steps up on the tips of her toes to reach his full height and cup his cheek in her hand, placing a tender kiss on the corner of his pink mouth, catching the tail end of a lovestruck smile from Hercules himself.

“You’re rambling, Rogers,” she mutters with a small smile.

He rubs his thumb over where her lips left and flicks his eyes back up to meet hers, “What was that for?”

“I was indulging myself,” she whispers, flitting her gaze to his. “Because nothing can happen between us, Rogers, not when I’m the one supposed to be turning you in.”

He studies her features for a moment, like it’s the last time he’ll be seeing them, “I know.”

She contemplates something over in her head for a moment before saying, “Meet me at the coffee shop tomorrow night, alright?” she raises her eyebrows and he nods quickly without stopping to think for an answer. “We need to talk.”

She slips out from beneath him and walks to the edge of the hall before hearing his voice after her.

“That’s great and all, but now how am I supposed to get out of here?” he whisper-yells.

“There’s a door right behind you,” she smirks, pointing to the doorknob to his right.

He looks to the door and back to her, then over again before furrowing his brows together, “You knew that was there the whole time and you didn’t say anything?”

“What can I say?” she shrugs with a demure smile. “I was pretty comfortable...” she slips from the hall with one last wave, dreading to see what happens on the other side of that wall.

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evanstanwrites · 6 years

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Familiar taste of poison - Mob Bucky

pairing: Mob! Bucky x Reader, Best friend! Loki x Reader

warning: angst, fluff

A/N: writen together with the wonderful @pawfect-melody

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“so, how’s that big deal going you’ve been working all week?” y/n asked her ceo boyfriend of 4 years, while picking at her food. She was having lunch with him at his office because he was very busy the last few weeks and didn’t have much free time. So, the last few days they had lunch together at his office in the luxury building where the headquarters of his company was located. Bucky who was still sitting behind his desk looked up at her from some papers before smiling at her.

“Well I hope to get this deal finished before next Monday so I can spend some time with my beautiful girl.”

“That would be lovely, it seems like ages since we’ve spent some quality time together.” She said with a pout on her face.

“Come sit on my lap baby.” Bucky demanded while pushing his chair back and held his arms open for her to cuddle into him. Which she gladly did, wrapping her arms around his neck once she planted herself on his thighs.

“Baby, I promise you once this deal is done with I’ll take you on a holiday, just you and me, it’s your choice where we go and no work. Would you like that doll?”

“If you can promise me you’ll relax too, you work to hard. I miss you a lot so, I’d love that. Just me and you. Promise me?” she whispers while weaving her right hand through his gelled hair.

“I promise doll, you know I’d do everything for you.” He said as his eyes closed to the feeling of your hand in his hair.

“I love you.”

“I love you too doll. Now finish your lunch, I have work to do.” He says while slapping playfully on her thigh making her giggle.

“I’ll take it with me so you can work without me distracting you.” She tells him while closing the food container.

“why, is there somewhere you need to be?” Bucky asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah Loki asked me to come by his place, he has a surprise he said.”

“Oh, please be careful, you know I don’t trust him.”

“Baby, he’s my best friend. Nothing will happen.”

“Yeah, yeah I still don’t trust him.”

It was 30 minutes later when y/n drove up Loki’s driveway putting her car in park. When she looked up at the front door she saw Loki already standing in the open doorway smirking at her while she got out of her car and made her way to where he was standing. His smile got wider when she got closer, opening his arms to her to hug her once she was within reach.

“Hello darling. Looking lovely as always.”

“Hey Loki, how are you? What’s this surprise you have for me?”

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you? Well you have to wait a little bit, let’s have a drink first.”

“You’re no fun.” She chuckled.

Loki just smirked and made a sign for her to follow him into his living room. She followed after him, planting herself onto his sofa, letting out a sigh when she hit the soft leather.

“Want something to drink? I’ve got some wine I’ve put aside for you.”

“Yeah sounds good.”

A few moments later he was back with a glass of red wine.

“Okay, follow me. I’ll show you your surprise.” Loki says while holding his hand out to y/n.

*Bucky*

Y/n had just left 5 minutes when Bucky picked up his desk phone.

“Steve get in here now and bring Sam with you! Now Steve!” Bucky growled into the phone before slamming it down.

Bucky wasn’t just a ceo of his own company, he owned more than that. He owned the whole city. He was the most feared mobster boss in the city, everyone feared him. That was, those who knew it was him. He leads a double life, mostly he did it to protect y/n. He didn’t want his girl involved in the dangerous and sometimes gruesome mob life, he wanted her safe. But also, he was afraid she wouldn’t want him anymore if she knew who he truly was. She had told him on multiple occasions how she hated all the crime in town. But what she also didn’t know was that her best friend Loki was one of Bucky’s biggest rivals who he didn’t trust one little bit. So, knowing his girl was hanging out with him made him uncomfortable. But the only thing that made him somewhat okay with her going to his place was the fact that he had a man infiltrated into Loki’s gang. Strange was one of his most loyal spies.

The phone wasn’t long down before his right hand and head henchmen came into his office.

“Okay, what’s the hurry boss?” Sam blurted out planting himself in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“You’re lucky we don’t have much time Willson or you would be dead for talking to me like that. Okay to the point, y/n is with Loki. And if I have to believe Strange’s report, he’s up to something. I want you two to track her car and figure out if Strange knows more.”

*y/n*

Loki leads her to stand in front of the big open windows in the spacy kitchen. Taking her empty glass from her and putting it on the counter next to the window.

“I’ve planted those specially for you my darling. I know how much you love roses. They’re yours now.” Loki said while looking out of the window.

When y/n follows his line of sight she is met with the most beautiful roses she has ever seen. But what was she supposed to do with roses planted in his garden, she only came here every once in a while.

“they’re beautiful Loki but if they’re mine what are they doing planted in your garden?”

“Well that’s the main reason I asked you to come here. I need to talk to you, I can’t keep this to myself anymore darling.” He said reaching over to hold her cheek before going on.

“Choose me, I love you, I could take care of you, protect you much better than he can. Break up with him and choose me, I can treat you like a princess.”

What was he saying? He was asking her to break up with Bucky?

“With all respect Loki, what are you saying? Have you gone mad? You know how much I love him, you’re my best friend. Don’t ruin our friendship, you know that’s all we can ever be. I love you yes, but as a friend. Don’t ask me to break up with Bucky.”

The look in Loki’s eyes changed from sweet and soft to hard and dark. His hand falls and curls into a fist at his side.

“You don’t know yet do you? You don’t even know him! What he really does or what he has done? He’s dangerous! A bad man.” He almost yells.

“What are you talking about? James is a good man, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He would never hurt me!”

Her blood starts boiling. How dare he? How can he accuse Bucky of being a bad man? He was just saying that to make her leave him.

“Okay okay, let’s just calm down. I shouldn’t have said that.” Loki visibly calms and walks to his fridge taking a bottle of wine out of it. Pouring until her glass is full once more.

“Here drink this, it’ll calm you down. But I do have to show you something about your dear boyfriend. Follow me, I’ve got the file in my office.” Loki said while grabbing her by her wrist and pulling her behind him. Once in his office he pushes her into one of the chairs and places a folder in front of her.

Y/n takes a big gulp of her wine before reaching for the folder looking at it’s contents. There are dozens of articles of violent crimes, mainly cold-blooded murders and they all blame one person, the mob king of the city.

“Yes dear, your beloved James is the mob king. So, I’ll ask you one more time nicely and I hope for your sake you give me what I want to hear darling before it’s too late.” Loki threatens while opening the drawer and gets a knife out of it, placing it on top of his desk.

“Leave him and choose me. And I promise I’ll let him live.”

For the first time since she knew him she was scared and overwhelmed. She never saw this side in him. He was accusing Bucky of being a mob king and not just any mob king but the most feared one. She didn’t know what to think or what to believe. She had the proof right in front of her, but still. Was Bucky really a bad man? He loved her, he made sure of that not even an hour ago when they had lunch together.

“No I love him Loki.” She whispered almost ashamed that she loved a criminal.

That’s when all hell broke loose. That dark look shadowed Loki’s eyes again.

“Well then it’s a good thing you drank that wine darling. Because if I can’t have you, nether will he. Nobody will.”

It was then that she became aware of the tingling feeling in her hands which made her drop the glass in her hand. She started to feel dizzy.

“What have you done Loki? I don’t feel so good.”

“Don’t fight it darling, the more you fight it the more it’ll hurt.”

“Why are you doing this? You’ve poisoned it, the wine?”

“Because you’re mine! And if you won’t be with me then you’re better off dead!” Loki now yelled grabbing her by the throat lifting her from the chair she was sitting in, throwing her on the ground. Y/n blacked out before her head hit the ground.

It was late when y/n got to her apartment. She had to work late and only got back home just before midnight.

“Baby? Is that you?” she heard a familiar voice calling from her living room.

When she followed the voice into the living room she was shocked at what she saw. The room was dark except the burning t-lights which were littered all around the room and in the middle stood Bucky with one of the biggest bouquets of red roses she’d ever seen.

“Bucky? What… how…. Why?” y/n stuttered.

They were only together 6 months.

“Hey doll. I knew you had a spare key under the flower pot and I really wanted to surprise you. So I’ve made dinner and got you these, they’re your favorite aren’t they?” Bucky smiled while getting in front of her and giving her the flowers.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“Because you’re you. And because I love you. You don’t have to say it back doll but I wanted you to know that if something was to happen that I love you and I’ll always be there for you.”

His eyes full of love shows how serious he is.

“I love you too Bucky.”

Loki had y/n tied to a chair while he was circling around the room waiting for her to wake up. The poison wasn’t supposed to kill her that fast.

He had summoned some of his men to guard the room they were in because he knew that Bucky would soon know something was wrong. He only hoped y/n would be dead by the time he arrived and he could escape to somewhere remote. If it would happen that Bucky would arrive sooner his men would take care of him. It was at that moment y/n started to move and groan.

“Welcome back darling. Did you have sweet dreams?” Loki smirked

“Fuck you. I clearly made a mistake in trusting you!”

“Oh darling. I would shut up if I were you. I wonder if he’d still want you if I cut your body up a bit.” He said picking up the knife he’d got out of his desk drawer.

He got closer to her and took her jaw in his free hand tilting her head to the side running the sharp blade just under her eye to the corner of her mouth. Once he got the blade to her neck he started to put pressure on it drawing blood making y/n scream out in pain. Tears already streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh darling don’t you cry, I’ll make sure to send your James right after you. Don’t fight the poison, you’ll black out soon.” He said now cutting just under her collarbone when suddenly gunfire sounded behind the closed door.

“Well well well. Looks like the feared mob king comes to save his girl.” Grabbing y/n back by her throat and holding the knife next to her face. Just at that moment the doors flew open showing 3 men each holding 2 guns. But y/n was already slipping in and out of consciousness making it harder for her to see who it was.

Luckily all three men where skilled snipers and within seconds all Loki’s men where dead on the floor and all the guns where now aimed at Loki.

“I’ll only give you one warning Loki. Let her go.”

“You’re to late Barnes! The poison has almost reached her heart, you’ll…” but before Loki could finish his sentence Bucky fired his gun and hit Loki in his shoulder making him drop the knife. As soon as the knife left his hand Steve had him tackled to the ground giving Bucky time to run over to his girl checking up on her and ordering Sam to take her to the hospital.

Once Sam lifted y/n in his arms and ran out of the room Bucky turned to Loki who was already in the chair where y/n previously was.

“Well now it’s just us three let’s have some fun of our own shall we. Let’s hurt you a bit. But this time we’ll torture you not to make you talk…. No no this is all for fun. This will teach you not to touch my girl.”

Y/n woke to the scent of antibacterial spray assaulting her senses. She could hear a faint beep beep in the otherwise quiet room. She slowly opened her eyes trying to remember where she was and why. Realising she was in a hospital bed and gown the memories started rushing back.

Loki and his attack and then Bucky and his men coming in and taking Loki’s men out like trained assassins.

Hearing a slight snore y/n turned her head to the right and was met with the sight of a disheveled Bucky asleep on his forearms which were resting on her bed. Terror shot through y/n strong and fast which caused the beep beep of her heart rate monitor to rise, in turn shocking Bucky from his fitful sleep. Looking up Bucky saw the confusion in y/n’s eyes.

“Doll your awake. Oh thank god. I was afraid I’d never see those beautiful eyes again” he whispered while leaning over to kiss her forehead.

Y/n tensed on impulse

“y-y-you lied to me. Why didn’t you tell me? What are you? I seen you kill those bad men without remorse.” She accused.

Bucky let out a sigh “y/n baby listen to me I’ve had to do a lot of things I don’t like to do and even things I’m not proud of. But deep down I’m not a bad person. I’m still me... the dirty talking, smooth loven guy you fell in love with”

“but you kept it from me. Was anything you ever told me true”

“the love I feel for you has always been true. I only kept it from you in order to keep you safe. A-And because I was afraid once you found out you’d leave me.” Bucky said while lowering his head in shame.

Y/n weakly reached out her hand to stroke his cheek “but don’t you realise” she said “I love you, just as madly and as fiercely as you love me. There’s nothing you could do or tell me that would change that.” Bucky looked at her with a slight smile on his lips.

“I will admit though I am really pissed off that you lied to me” she sassed.

“I know” Bucky replied. “And I will spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Starting” he said. “With asking you to be my wife. Share my life with me y/n be mine for always and forever.” Bucky wiped stray tears from y/n’s cheek ones she hadn’t even realised had started to fall.

“Yes” she whispered. “I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Just promise me you’ll never lie to me again” Bucky captured her slips in a siring kiss. When Bucky pulled away y/n was panting

“I promise” he stated vehemently

“now hurry up and get better so I can take you home get you out of those clothes and show you how much I love you” he demanded, giving her another passionate kiss.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky #james bucky barnes #mobster bucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky angst #Steve Rogers #sam wilson #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #marvel #sebastian

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cryptidcasanova · 3 years

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- Bucky Barnes -

My Devotion

Mob!Bucky x Reader. The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well. Bucky tries to have his cake and eat it too. It’s a lot of terrible mobster activity and behavior, but with a happy ending.

Lover Boy

Mob!Bucky x Reader. It’s the Bridgerton carriage scene, but make it mob!Bucky.

R U Mine?

Mob!Bucky x Reader. You made the mistake of falling for the mysterious stranger you met in New York. Unfortunately for you, you never asked about his line of work.

Strange Magic

Fae!Bucky x Reader. The cottage has been in your family for many years, but your return has caught the interest of more than just the wildlife.

Soldier, My Soldier (3 part Short Story)

The Winter Soldier x Reader. The Winter Soldier was a story, a folk tale to keep children in their beds and instill fear in the hearts of men. But some stories are meant to be locked away and forgotten.

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Heathens

Demon!Biker Bucky x Reader. There’s something deliciously sinister about the man you met at the bar.

Pinot Noir

Detective!Bucky x Reader. SoftDark!Bucky. Detective Barnes takes on a case involving a missing fiancé, and lucky for him, he knows right where to find her.

Make Me Think Twice

The Winter Soldier x Reader. An assignment goes awry in the middle of a thunderstorm. The Winter Soldier is struck by lightning, effectively wiping his training. A brush of amnesia should do the trick to keep the target safe.

Imagine meeting Bucky Barnes. Imagine being hunted by the Winter Soldier.

- Billy Russo -

The Long Con

SoftDark!Billy x Reader. Billy’s story is one of rags to riches, and unfortunately for you your story was one of riches to rags. When childhood love finds it’s way back to you, it’s more than coincidence.

Racing Through Red Lights

Nomad!Billy x Reader. Billy is on the run and homeland is right behind him. Frank is behind him. But even after all the damage he’s caused, he can’t seem to manage to cut all of his ties. Billy needs his best girl by his side.

Imagine being on the run from Billy. Imagine using Billy’s tactical gear to your advantage.

- Loki Laufeyson -

Stolen Relics

Jotun!Loki x Reader. Maybe you should have left the foreign relic where you found it. But then again, glorious purpose awaits.

- Peter Parker - TASM

Behind The Curtain

Villain!Peter x Reader. Peter was slow to admit it, but after Gwen’s death he stopped pulling his punches. He sought out vengeance at every turn and no robber, mobster, or off-brand ne’erdowell was left in peace. He embraced, no, incited the violence. The friendly neighborhood spider man was a vigilante. This is Peter Parker’s villain origin story.

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- Thor Odinson -

Only Human

Vampire!Thor x Reader. Thor has insatiable needs, and when you both ditch one of Tony’s parties, he uses his skills to his advantage.

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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My headcanons masterlist

AARON HOTCHNER

he’s dating a younger woman

ANDY BARBER

he’s jealous

you’re trying to have a baby

you take care of him after a lousy day at work

he keeps you out of jail but makes you pay for his services

professor!Andy’s excited to pleasure you

AUGUST WALKER

he wants to punish you

him being a dom

he kidnaps you

he’s your bodyguard and realises he wants a future with you

BUCKY BARNES

using a strap-on on him

he doesn’t know how to behave around you

he has a praise kink

he finds out about your abusive ex

he throws you a surprise birthday party

seeing him with short hair for the first time

the extent of his daddy kink

you like the sound of his dog tags

he tames your bratty self

you’re insecure (don’t know what for/jk) and he praises you

he’s protective of you

he acts jealous

he fingers you under the table in front of his friends

him as a father

you’re his getaway driver

he and steve worship your body

CAPTAIN SYVERSON

he’s rough on you

he punishes you

CHRIS EVANS

he gets freaked out over a dangerous scene you’re filming

he’s greedy

he’s greedy, second take (or fwb edition)

the one where he realizes his feelings for you when he’s about to get married

you have sex at a party

he tells the world you’re dating (when you’re not)

you tease him with a short dress and he punishes you

how he compensates for being a bad dom

he interrupts your zoom class

you give bff!Chris baby fever

DEAN WINCHESTER

him with an innocence kink

HARRY STYLES

you’re a singer and he gives you a ride on his bus

HENRY CAVILL

your first kiss with him

you turn him on during training

you help him shave

he wants to convince you that DC is better

he finds out you like fanfiction

he punishes you for ruining his game

he finds out about your crush on superman

he’s addicted to throatfucking you

jealous sex

he fucks you in a pool

you have a subdrop

JAKE GYLLENHAAL

he’s an arrogant daddy

you tease dom!Jake and his exhibitionism kink comes into play

he makes tom clean you up after he’s done with you

his idea of a punishment

he wants to try a new position

he’s in a mood to degrade you

he makes you squirt when slapping your pussy

you’re his younger co-star and he can’t help but flirt with you

you burst into tears after spending some time apart

you sit on his face

he keeps distracting you while you watch tv

LEE BODECKER

you like to be degraded by him

he saves you from a drunk guy in the bar

you’re sick and he doesn’t know what to do

he teaches you how to give him a blowjob

LOGAN DELOS

trying to teach him something

LOGAN HOWLETT

begging him to help you with your heat

Him being jealous

he makes you do all the work

someone hits on you

LOKI LAUFEYSON

him with a breeding kink

him with an innocence kink

he’s insecure and avoids you

he wants to know all of your kinks

he hears your voice for the first time

you’re wholesome and innocent and loki wants to protect that

he catches you singing

he doesn’t want you to see him in his jotun form

he realizes he fell in love with a human

he corners you during a party

he takes your virginity

he’s a mobster

you convince him you can take him

MASSIMO TORRICELLI

he’s a drama queen and can’t be away from you

MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

asking you to move in

confessing his love to you while drunk

RANSOM DRYSDALE

he hears you say your ex was better at oral

you’re dating and he’s feeling soft

you play strip twister together

edging him

he’s jealous and ends up saying and doing stupid things

how he compensates for being a bad dom

he comes home to find out that you’ve adopted a kitten

his family thinks you’re needy

he spanks you in the middle of a party

SAM WILSON

you stand up for him and confront Bucky

he’s trying to get on your nerves by using red wing

you’re his getaway driver

he checks on your pierced nipples

he throatfucks you while your boyfriend watches

he fucks you while forcing you to stare at Steve

you can’t fit his dick inside of you

you have to keep his cum inside of you

you sit on his face

he eats your a*s

sam with a lingerie kink

SEBASTIAN STAN

he picks you up at a bar

he saves you from a creep at a bar

he likes seeing you in his clothes

SPENCER REID

riding him

giving him a blowjob

you’re just his type

STEVE ROGERS

the extent of his daddy kink

he wants to be a sub

how he compensates for being a bad dom

he’s your snack... yes, I wrote that correctly

he likes seeing you in his clothes

he’s patient with your sexual relationship

he conforts you when you’re feeling anxious

he has a degradation kink but always makes sure to take care of you later

he fucks you on a beach

he loves to spank you

he and bucky worship your body

your daddy spanks you

TOM HARDY

being fingerfucked by him

sharing a bath with him

jealous sex with him

he fucks you on the floor

he’s obsessed with your new nipple piercings

you want to fuck him all the time

he likes then you’re bratty

he’s obsessed with your breasts

you wake him up by going down on him

he has an innocence kink

he teaches you how to touch yourself

he has a breeding kink

he takes care of you when you’re drunk

you try to take control to show how adventurous you can be

the extent of his daddy kink

he has an innocence kink pt. 2

friends to lovers

he finds out he managed to get you pregnant

he has an innocence kink pt. 3

you’re being a brat so he spanks you

he knows you like his dirty mouth

another friends to lovers

he likes to tease you

he uses you to get rid of his anger

dom!tom and shy reader

him as a sub

he wants to help you get over your fear of bikes

he comes home with yet another dog

he calms you down when you’re having an anxiety attack

angry/jealous make up sex

he’s obsessed with your ass

he’s your boss and you calm him down after a fight with your boyfriend by blowing him off

he takes your virginity (innocence kink pt. 4)

you get a tattoo for him

he pretends to be your boyfriend and then decides he wants to become it

he meets your parents for the first time

he has a degradation kink

you and tom try anal for the first time (innocence kink pt. 5)\

bff!tom has a solution for your sexual deprivation: overstimulation

you get jealous of bff!Tom

TOM HIDDLESTON

he makes you take all of him

you tease him during dinner

you like when he talks dirty

he cleans you up after jake’s done with you

he makes sure you have a perfect birthday

TOM HOLLAND

giving him a handjob

you turn him on while practicing yoga

mob tom makes you sit on his face

#masterlist

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Human Purse (2)

Title: Human Purse (2)

Pairing: Mobster!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 999 😋

Warnings: language, kissing, possessive Loki, a hint of stalking vibes,

Summary: You meet a stranger, and he won’t let you go...

Created for @puretombingo / Square Filled: Square 15: “Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

Human Purse masterlist

<< Part 1

“So, did you already find a dress?” Loki is back by your side before you even had the chance to have a look around the boutique. “Darling, go ahead. Buy something nice. A dress that a man wants to admire before he rips it off your body.”

“Y-ou can’t just give me a black credit card and tell me to go on a shopping spree,” you complain.

You huff as Loki slings his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward the more expensive gowns. "I want you to be a good girl for me. I’m not a very patient man.”

“What? I don’t—what’s going on here?” stopping in your tracks you try to wrap your head around the fact that a stranger wants to buy clothes for you. And that he keeps on calling you by your name.

“Y/N, I saw you and knew that I want you,” he says – as if this explains shit. “Now, let’s have a look at the dresses over there.” He points at flimsy dresses covering little to nothing. “Shall we?”

“N-“ you want to say no. Of course, you want to but the girl coming with him here shakes her head. I guess Loki Laufeyson is the kind of man who always gets his will.

“What about the red one?”

“No. Listen, I don’t know you,” you shake his arm off your body. “Maybe the girl you came with likes to be ordered around. I’m not.”

“I sense a no coming,” he smirks as his slender fingers move to your neck to tickle your skin. “You should know that I set my eyes on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” you shudder as his fingers dance over your collarbone.

“It means that you are going to be the most important girl in the world to me from now on,” swallowing thickly you look Loki deep in the eyes. He doesn’t even blink, and he doesn’t smirk.

He’s not joking.

How can he not be joking?

“How do you know my name? I didn’t tell you my name, Loki,” you ask. He simply shrugs. Not giving away anything.

His face is like a mask. Even his eyes won’t tell you the truth.

“Get a dress, and later we can talk,” his features soften for a moment. It happened so fast and passed that you believe you imagined things. “Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

Loki puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Dinner? You said something about a party, and your brother,” you splutter. “What now? Dinner or a party.”

“The party is in a week,” he lifts your chin with his index finger. Loki chuckles as confusion is written all over your face. “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N. I simply want to get to know you better.”

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

He exhales with a laugh. “I told you that I saw you and set my eyes on you. That’s all that matters.”

“Nothing is ever easy with you, huh?”

“Things can be easy if you just let me ask you out. It’s only dinner, Y/N. What can be wrong with having dinner with someone you are attracted to?”

“I’m not attracted to you.”

You lie. He’s a very handsome man, and something about him makes you all tingly. It’s just that you don’t know the man in front of you.

“Of course, you’re not attracted to me. And you didn’t watch me and Sharon because you wanted to be the girl next to me. The one I’d do anything for.”

“You’re talking about me like you know me,” you huff out a breath. “Listen, I’m not some sugar babe lusting over your money nor am I stupid. If you don’t tell me how you know my name, I’ll leave.”

“How about this,” he dips his head to whisper in your ear. “I will tell you everything you want to know if you get a dress. A stunning one to blow my mind.”

“That’s just-“ you bite your tongue. It seems like arguing won’t work with this man. He’s as stubborn as…you don’t know. You never met someone like Loki before. “Fine. I’ll get a dress and everything I will need for the party. Plus, you will pay for my business outfit.”

“Darling, you better get the sexiest dress ever and let me rip it off of your body.”

Damn him. He purrs your name in a way that makes your legs wobble. “I’m not some puppet on a string like the girl you sent home for me.”

“I already know that. Now, go and find all the dresses you want to buy. No limit. Just get something nice for me too…”

He presses a soft kiss on your lips. “Something nice…got it.”

Loki leaves you alone. He gets his phone out to bark orders at someone while you try to catch your breath. “Fuck. He still didn’t tell me shit.”

You decide to take the chance and buy all the things you always wanted to buy at the boutique.

He said no limit. So, here you go…

“Heimdall, can you believe she’s going to be mine,” Loki leans against his car as his bodyguard watches you walk out of the boutique.

“Loki, I think she bought half of the boutique,” Heimdall chuckles loudly. “You shouldn’t have given her your credit card.”

Loki huffs. “It’s only money. I told her to buy all the things she wants. Everything I will get in return will be worth the money.”

“Why didn’t you tell her yet?” Heimdall dips his head to glance at Loki. “Loki, you should tell her. Don’t start anything without telling her the truth.”

“We will get there, my friend,” Loki watches you walk toward his car, three bags in your hands. The girl from the store follows you with more bags. You bought her something too, just for fun. “I can’t scare her off. Just look at her. She’s going to become my queen…”

>> Part 3

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#loki laufeyson #puretombingo #loki x reader #mobster!loki laufeyson #mobster!loki #Human Purse (2)#loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #mafia au #mobster!loki x fem!reader

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bluebellhairpin · 3 years

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( Notice: OKAY - The pic there says ‘The Hobbit/LOTR’ but for times sake, and my own sanity, there is none listed thus-far (same goes for the ‘other’ category’). Merci for understanding! )

So I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, and I already have a blog for it ( @nemosrepost ) but that doesn’t get too much attention. Thus, here we are!

(This was a nightmare to get done - it took weeks to get all the links and pics done up in my spare time - I hope you appreciate that.)

They’re all sorts here, from Medieval Marvel AU’S, to Modern Attack on Titan one shots. They’re all organised via fandom, and I’ve tried my best to link and tag everything properly, but that is a difficult feat, so beware - for some it may not have worked too well.

Like my *actual* masterlist, this will be updated regularly with new fic recs, and even new characters and fandoms as I read them. All fic’s currently listed (as of November 26, 2020) are found on my reblog account.

I’ve also tried to add in a ‘recommendation summary’ thing of each - so basically just my thoughts on the fic(s). But anyway, have fun browsing, and overall - enjoy!

(AND also - LMAOOOO - Have fun scrolling lololololol!) - Nemo

( Pre - Warning: I am not tagging anything as NSWF, 18+, or triggering content. However some fics listed do contain such material. Please refer to the warnings or Authors Notes on each Fic before reading. Stay safe guys! I love you! )

Bluebellhairpin’s Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Knight in Rusty Armour - Medieval / A/B/O AU! Series - by @revengingbarnes Honestly I binged the first eight chapters (+ prologue) in close to one sitting. That was mostly because that was all that was published at the time. It is completed now. I love both these AU’s, and I love Bucky - win, win!

Flowers Bloom - Soulmate AU! Series - by revengingbarnes Another great series, and honestly I’m a slut for soulmate au’s, so this author might be coming after my heart - keep up that good work, if you know what I mean.

The Great Build Up - Modern / Firefighter Au! One Shot - by @thottybarnes This ones goes from cute, to hot and steamy, to angsty, and back to cute again. A one shot rollercoaster, and I thoroughly enjoyed every word of it.

Maybe This Time - Mob Au! One Shot - by @propertyofpoeandbucky Okay, so if there’s one thing I like more than an mobster au, it’s adding children into the mix. Something about big bad guys going all soft for this tiny human - and then making them - and that’s called perfection.

Whatever It Takes - Biker AU! One Shot - by @sgtjbuccky He like’s to be loud, so what. He rides a bike, so what. I what to ride him and his bike, so what.

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @softlybarnes I’ve never liked Bucky’s metal arm more in my entire life. Using it for a baby going through teething? A+ idea.

Hero, Waiting - Medieval AU! One Shot - by captain-ariel-barnes Sadly, this fic is unavailable now, and that - obviously - makes me sad. But I’m adding it her anyway because of how much I adored it. The love triangle between Bucky, Reader, and Steve was amazing, and the feelings? Phenomenal.

Steve Rogers

If Walls Could Talk - One Shot - by propertyofpoeandbucky I’ll recreate my original comment on this fic - ‘Ouch’. And that’s all I have to say about that.

The End of the War - College AU! One Shot - by @redgillan There’s nothing quite like a enemies to lovers trope that’s well-written. But then throw in fight club, a jerk date, ice-cream and pizza - just read it. You’ll understand then.

The Edge of the Water - Mermaid AU! Series - @floatingpetals I have to admit now, I haven’t read all of this yet. But I also have to say, what I have read was fantastic. Mermaids - and Mermen - they just hit different, you know?

Pseudo Princess - Medieval AU! Series - by @shreddedparchment To date, it’s one of the best fics - nay - stories I’ve ever read. I’d dare to say it’s easily the length of a novel, so if you’re up for the long haul, I’d definitely recommend it. It’s worth the wait - trust me. Op obviously put a hella lot of work into it, and it shows.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki’s Happy Ending - Series (?) - by @gingerwritess Listen, I have been and forever will be a Loki girl. Nothing will change that. And every scrap of content Theo produces for Loki I will cradle in my palms and keep warm until they’re ready to go out into the world or whatever - point is, read this.

Just One Quick Glance - One Shot - by @imagines-trashcan After watching ‘Endgame’, and squealing at every moment Loki appeared on screen, only to not have him show up in the final battle - this was one of my comfort fics.

thunderstorms. - One Shot - by @tarynkauai Naturally, Loki’s child would inherit his unease of thunderstorms. And naturally, seeing Loki as a dad makes me happy.

Stitches - One Shot - by @lokibug Loki being nice. I like that. We stan.

Quentin Beck

The Curveball - One Shot - by @healingchurch Listen, this is on here for a reason. I didn’t really like Mysterio ‘cause of what he did to Peter, but hey, some people are good actors, and some write characters acting very well.

Stephen Strange

(Un-Named) - Imagine / One Shot - by @archieimagines A cocky bastard and a shy Reader, as far as I’m concerned that a one-way ticket straight to my heart. *wink wonk*.

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @whirlybirbs Honestly, there are multiple fics of hers on this list, and that’s because she’s a damn fine writer, and her stories are just that addictive. This one is no different. I was preparing to read more and then it ended. But all good things, right?

Crash and Burn - One Shot - by @lilyswritings The angst, and the angst. I cry, you cry, everyone cries. Unfortunately there is only the one part, but much to my personal joy that means I can interpret the after-ending however I want!

Frank Castle

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @alexsunmners This is just cute okay? I have no other words except this was plain and simply very, very, very nice to read, and that it makes me feel very soft right here on the inside.

Peter Parker

Super Smooth Genius - One Shot (?) - by whirlybirbs Back at it again with the cute, awkward, friendly, neighbourhood, Peter Parker.

Just Don’t - Soulmate AU! One Shot - by @papel-creativo What’d I tell you about soulmate au’s? I can’t resist them. And of course Pete being a caring bf with his hero s/o. So nice.

Ronan the Accuser

Make You Proud - One Shot - by @kayleighhalliday2203 This is justifiable because I was going through a Lee Pace faze and I found it and loved it immediately.

Ultron

(Un-Named) - One Shot / Series - by @snarky-badger This I can also justify having read, because (and if you know me then you know) the robot thing ... Doesn’t bother me as much as it should. And I binged all of it on ao3, so.

Poe Dameron

(Un-Named) - Masterlist - by propertyofpoeandbucky Okay, I know there’s a lot on this list, and it could take you a while to get through it all, but trust me - it’s worth it. Lani likes Poe, and it shows. He’s written so well.

Dashing - One Shot / Series ? - by whirlybirbs Birbs does it again. She’s got Punchy!Reader, and if there were a legal way to get all of this Poe thing down into a written book, I’d do it.

You Can See Me? - Modern / Ghost AU! One Shot - by @tintinwrites I just this this one’s really cool. And what Poe does for the reader at the end? So sweet! He would totally do that!

Across the Hall - Modern / Nurse AU! Series - by @starryeyedstories It’s cute, it’s fun, it’s got tension, and a little drama - plus a smidge of angst and Corgi!BB-8. If perfection were ever made into a Modern/Nurse au Poe fic - this would be it.

Deepest, Lightest Secrets - One Shot - by @writefightandflightclub It’s got the humour and overall feel you’d expect to come from something Star Wars related - honestly I had so much fun reading it, and I’ll happily do it again.

Levi Ackerman

Names for Him & You - One Shot - by @commanderserwin Again, op is one of my main sources for fic’s in this area - so there could be quite a few of them listed here. But this one? Cute as heck.

Levi’s Secret - Modern AU! One Shot - by @theamberwriter This one was damn funny in my opinion. Nothing can ever be hidden from Hange for long.

You Look So Beautiful In White - Modern AU! One Shot - by @alrightberries This fic, it carved out my heart, diced it, shoved it in a blender, then made it into an atomic bomb. I - I was not okay. That amount of angst shouldn’t be allowed. Read it.

Abeille - Modern / Mafia AU! Series - by @ackermans-freedom-inc Honestly, this isn’t finished yet but, honestly, I’m not ready for it to finish. The heartache. The betrayal. The child. I can’t even.

Lights - Modern AU! One Shot - by commanderserwin This was the first fic I ever read of op’s, and I couldn’t believe what I read so I went back and read it again. I can’t tell you how much I love it, or how I feel about it, so just go read for yourself and you’ll know.

To Build a Home - Modern AU! Series - by @vennilavee If you’re a fan of Levi, you must go read this. It’s so detailed, and just so perfect - whenever a new part comes out I have a quick reboot before going to read it.

Erwin Smith

One of Us - Modern AU! Miniseries - by commanderserwin I’m not going to lie, this one is here because I requested it, but also because I really liked it, and cried while reading it. So there.

Reiner Braun

Service to the Crown - Medieval AU! Miniseries - by @present-mel It should probably be illegal to write Reiner or Medieval au’s this well, and yet here op is writing both. Like, McScuse me, where do you acquire such talent and can I have some?

Toshinori Yagi

Flirting with All Might - One Shot - by @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Toshi. The great. The hero. The awkward. He’s a blond boy doing what blond boys do even if he’s a little older he’s still part of the crew.

Stitches - Villain AU / Mini Series - by @itsallmightbitch Okay, so I said above that I wouldn’t put warnings on these - but this time I have to. Nothing I’ve read in my whole life emmits such an amount of pure horniness - and I love it.

Godless - Fantasy AU / One Shot - by @pleasantanathema Another ‘All Smite’ fic, yes, I know. But god. They’re so good. This one is another real horny one, so if you can’t tell there is a slight theme running here. And - sksksksks - this is actually from the same ‘general area’ as the Reiner fic listed above (Service to the Crown). There was a event. I read everything.

Keigo Takami

Preening - One Shot - by @shoutaaizawas Literally the softest and cutest damned thing I’ve read for Keigo. No, I’m not just ‘saying’ that, it’s genuine. The feelings I get - or lack thereof due to them turning to mush - it too much for words. Honest.

Seasonal Special - One Shot - by @keiqos I’ll say this now and I’ll say it first - any Hawks fics written by op are *chefs kiss*. They’re amazing. Secondly, rut!Hawks is my weakness - this fic is one of such weaknesses.

Shouto Aizawa

(Un-Named) - Series - by @theamberwriter This is *technically* the second part in the series, but it’s the only part I’ve read and goddamnit, I’m in love. Hubby Aizawa. The disappearing Baby-Zawa.

I Miss You Texts - SMAU - Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Nishinoya Yuu - by @briswriting I miss them too. They ain’t dead. I just feel like I haven’t seen them in so long.

Little Things - Headcanons - Karasuno - by @haikyuudreaming Every single one makes me feel so nostalgic, and I feel so much longing. I love. I loose. I pine. I want. And yet I cannot have. I only dream.

Cheerleader - Headcanons - Karasuno - by @imagine-101 I want to be their cheerleader. Now I am able to be. Op, many thanks for the feeding.

Tsukishima Kei

Cherry Wine - Single Parent AU! Series - by @bakugou-jpg I’m gonna head out and say that Tsukki was my first favourite Haikyuu character - then I ‘character developed’ but that only went so far as to give me more favorites. But deadass - read this and you won't regret it.

Ukai Keishin

(Un-Named) - Ballroom/Latin Dancer AU! Headcanons - by @imagine-that-haikyuu I know nothing about dancing. Or ballroom dancing. But I do know I’d love to dance with Ukai. So how’s that for ‘middle ground’?

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wickednerdery · 3 years

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Characters: Loki and Mobius

Prompts: 159) Hands Against the Wall 177) 5 Star Hotel

Genre: Crime Noir

Eeeeee, noir!!!

((Loki cheekiness and spoilers, maybe))

"Hey, stay outta my way, or I'll arrest you too!" I'm not sure what's getting on my nerves more, that he's doing this just to distract me or that I know it and it's working anyway.

Loki grins that cocky grin of his as arms stretch out of his sides - see, officer, no weapons. "Detective, really...This is a nice hotel and you’re making a scene."

"Shut up, or I'll make a scene out of you!" Great, I sound like an idiot.

The mobster laughs. “What does that even mean?” It’s the last straw.

I give in, give him the attention he wants, as I spin on heels and grab him by the collar. “Up against the wall, now, Laufeyson!”

He grunts as hands keep his face from hitting, but his smile remains as he rests forehead at angle to watch me. “It’s Loki, if you please.”

“Right, Loki.” I release the back of his jacket, start to pat him down.

“Shall I remove my clothing?” His voice oozes playfully. “So you might be certain I’ve no weapons?”

I smile in spite of myself. “You don’t give up, do you?” I shake head, sigh. “Just...keep your hands against the wall.”

He does, he also parts his legs a bit more as I start to check his trousers. “I’ve a room here, you know. If you’re interested in...a more intense search of me.”

"Talky talky talky.” I’m actually starting to admire the guy, even as I cuff him.

((I love writing these noir bits so much already, hahaha!! Not sure why I’m only capable of writing Mobius as the POV character, but it’s working so I’ll keep doing it until it doesn’t work anymore. Anyway, bless for the continued prompts, @mobiusbmobius, and hope you like this one as much as the others - noir or otherwise. Also hope others out there dig them too!!))

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stuckybarton · 3 years

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Stupid Hormones

SUMMARY: What's worse than an unstable hormones led by a pregnancy that makes you want to fuck your husband constantly? Being cockblocked more times than you thought possible in one day. What's even worse? The only man capable of easing your needs is forced to be a hundred of miles away because of a particular Himbo's mistake. Fun. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship) WARNINGS: Semi-smut (?). Interrupted Phone Sex. Strong Language. WORDS: 4,103

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Request by @sunshineyrosie:

hi! I thought it’d be a little easier to message you. My idea is kinda connected to the Expecting fic. Pregnancy hormones are making reader super horny and she shows up to his office unexpectedly telling him she needs him “urgently” which makes him concerned at first thinking its bad when really she just needs release. Then someone comes into his office and tells him there is an emergency and they have to go right away (maybe a family emergency or something) so he has to tear himself away from her. He ends up having to leave town for a week leaving them both wanting. So he calls her on the phone and apologizes for his absence, and then talks her through an orgasm

https://youtu.be/zjYmTLSBQvs This scene is what gave me the idea

Hi. This was actually fun to write and also i blame you for me now adding Grey's Anatomy to my To Watch List for next month. Thanks for that XD. Also just letting you know that I may or may not have cockblocked them twice on this. I don't know, I am not used to phone sex (if that makes sense) but i might explore this concept in the future. Thank you so much for the request. :)

Pregnancy had been so such a change to your lifestyles, just as much as it was to Loki's own.

Your 12-hour shift in the café was reduced to half as much as Loki's own time in both the company and in the family business was almost nonexistent at this point. Thor had become his substitute and you were more than welcome with the new change. But amongst the new changes in your life was the itch that only one Loki Laufeyson could scratch. Including this very moment.

Tapping your foot as you waited for the elevator to open to Loki's floor, all of the things you wish to do to your insatiable husband already had you clenching your thighs together, the familiar wetness already pooling against the lingerie set you had on. Anything to pull that man out of the office and into your pants.

As soon as you heard the ding of the of the elevator, you were quick in your steps, getting out and immediately greeted by your good friend Darcy, a bright smile on her face as you approached her desk.

"Perfect time for a visit, Lady Boss." Darcy winked looking through her computer. "Loki has an hour and a half to spare before he has another meeting."

You smiled, already keeping in mind the pastries you'd have Loki bring her tomorrow. After a quick chat, you found yourself almost dashing inside his office. The sight of him, sexy as all hell, seated in his desk. It brought so much memory in your head. The moment you had told him about your baby. The first time he had fucked you in this office and the promise of continuing that tradition, as much as you were still capable of, being kept.

You knew he had noticed your arrival. Eyes glued to whatever was on his desktop computer. But never once did he try to acknowledge your presence, but the grin on his lips always said otherwise. The impatience in you had won out as you quickly approached him and the idea of fucking in his office looked like a good idea right now. The growing stomach was becoming quite a challenge for the two of you and you want to test how far the two of you could go.

"Loki can I get a minutes? It's urgent." You called out of the blue, voice sounded pained more than anything, eyes focus solely on him as he was quick to jerk his head up towards you. Worry quickly laced his features, gone was all the mischief hidden behind his blue eyes.

"Are you alright?" He was quick to be up his feet. Making his way towards you. Hands already in their way towards your swollen stomach. "Is the baby alright?" He questioned.

Had your horniness not been on the way, you would have appreciated your husband's concern. Even as the excitement of being a father flowed through him, the constant fear of being just like his adoptive father still haunted him and you try your best to exorcise. But there were more pressing matters you needed to worry about at this very moment. Shaky hands quickly made their way to his green tie. Pulling him until his head leaned closer to your own.

"I need you, Loki." You plead, lips ghosting against his own as your entire being ached for him. As your lips finally met, the smile was now on his lips, taking control of the kiss as he always does. He pulled you closer to him, arms snaking around your waist in the process.

"You had me worried for a moment there, My Love." He chuckled pulling away for a moment as he took a good look at you. "Do you have another trick up your sleeves?" He teased knowing fully well you're armed to the teeth with things you could use to pull Loki away from his work--or as Loki liked to call, "your seduction tactics".

Before you could retort, his lips found their way towards your neck, caressing them with his lips, leaving a trail behind. His cold breath, fanning against you skin, breaking you into a prickle of goosebumps. The sensation of his cold lips, cold hands brought a contrast to your own warming skin. His hands sliding lower until they met your ass. Clenching them as he pulled you even closer to him. The swell of your stomach being the only thing separating the two of you.

"Didn't I just sated you this morning, My Love?" He teased, hands now raising towards your hair, combing through the tendrils of your hair, before one hand clenched onto the back of your hair. The familiar ache that jolted right through your core in the process. "You've become so greedy for me, My Love? Morning, noon, and a handful of rounds at night?" He tuts as his hips jerked, momentarily feeling the solidness of his erection against your front. "Have I corrupted you so and you are now constantly hungry for me and my cock?"

You could only nod as his teeth bared against your neck. Marking you as he was always so used to doing to you. Inside the shirt you wore was his painting, various hickeys he was more than proud to refresh every few days. Your neck was also littered in them, letting everyone know who you exactly belong to.

The baby inside you was not enough for him to stop making his claim and you were more than glad he didn't.

He lifted you up into his arms, and the two of you had found yourselves in the black sofa in the middle of his office. Him sitting and you were on top of him. His hands now found their way back towards your waist as he pulled you back into a kiss.

This was what you appreciated about Loki. He took his time to make you breathless, needy, and consumed by him. He wanted you in every shape and form you could give him. His lips taking your own as his hands took control of your hips, stopping you from creating friction for your own release.

He was making you crazy with just his kisses, but he made sure to control you all at the same time. No one is allowed to make you come besides him. He made sure of it, made you incapable of having your own release if it wasn't from him, his fingers, lips, or his fucking cock.

He had truly ruined you for other men. It was a good thing you were married to him or it would be a whole different story if you weren't.

"Is this truly urgent, My Love?" He teased pulling away for a moment and you finally couldn't help yourself as the smile on your own face returned.

Loki wasn't one to make sex as anything else but serious. But just the irony of what had you had reduced yourself into and what you had made your husband endure since the start of your pregnancy, it was ridiculous.

"Well yes," You confirmed now wrapping your arms around your husband's neck, fingers combing through his jet black hair. "This stupid pregnancy hormones that makes me want to have sex all the time--urgently."

"Hey, I do like the stupid pregnancy hormones." He points out pulling you back into a kiss.

Your hands now falling towards his shirt, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, but the sound of both of their phones ringing had you two share a groaned. If it wasn't one thing, it would be another it seems. Pulling out your phone just as the same time Loki had, you could only rub your temples as your Uncle had texted you about the Health Inspector making a visit later in the afternoon and you were needed back in the café as soon as possible.

"My oaf of a brother had found himself under Fury's nerves." Loki muttered and you had realized the mood was ruined.

You groaned even louder as you rested your forehead against his shoulders. You didn't know why, but the tears had somehow found themselves forming in your eyes. Stupid Thor being too arrogant and ruining your moment with your husband. Stupid Health Inspector needing to make a visit the one time you wanted your husband more than anything.

As the sniffles escaped you, your cheeks cupped into your husband's cold hands as he lifted you to look him face to face. The tears now freely falling as you looked at the annoyance that now rested on his face at the situation you two were having being ruined.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, face softening, thumbs wiping away the tears that had fallen to your cheeks.

"I'm not." You tried to deny but with one lifted brow from your husband, you relent. "Yes." You nod wiping another tear before he could. "I cry every time I get mad."

"Wait, you're mad?"

It was a sight to see Loki, so confused, worried, and amused with what had been going on with you. You tried your best to keep the tears at bay as you tried to calm yourself and rationalize what exactly pissed you off more. Thor or the fucking Health Inspector. Both somehow being the reason why you can't have sex with your husband when you wanted to.

"All I want is to have sex with my husband but that fucking Health Inspector would be up both me and my Uncle's asses for the next god-knows how long." You snapped. "Thor needs to get his shit together, you're not gonna always be there for him if he keeps up with his antics." You added.

The knock on the door had the both of your groaning once again, knowing it wasn't Darcy, whoever it was would face your wrath.

"Brother?" Thor's voice could be heard through the door.

"Thor?" Loki questioned. "Give me a minute." Loki had requested, hesitantly buttoning up his shirt and quick to fix your clothes as well as you finally stood up from his lap.

You broke into another sob and before Loki could even console you or stop you, you found your way towards the door, opening it and seeing the surprise in Thor's face seeing you in the office, the worry upon seeing the tears still streaming down your cheeks, and the confusion at seeing Loki behind that looked just as confused with what was going on.

"Whatever the fuck you did this time Thor, you better make sure you have Loki fix it and come home to me as soon as possible. If he's not home tonight by nine pm, I will personally be the one to castrate you and you better fucking hope Jane is not looking to add to the soccer team of kids you already fucking have."

Thor had stood, speechless, and for the most part genuinely scared that someone that barely even reaches his shoulder could make a threat that had genuinely had him shake from where he stood. Loki had really become an influence to you, as much of a spitfire you had always been, pregnancy hormones had turn you even worst.

"So, get out of my face, bring whoever army you have in your fucking arsenal and my husband will meet you when I am done with him." You spat slamming the door right on his face before he could even say a word.

You turned to your husband that remained on the couch, confused and loss for words at what you have just said towards Thor, one of the few men you never spoke ill about, until this very moment. Your hormones were so fucked up it scared him how it would happen as the months go by.

You pecked your husband, one, two, many times as you possibly could. Hoping that once whatever crisis the two of you had to handle for the day could be fixed and the both of you could continue on with what you had started in his office. Hesitantly, with what little strength you had, you made your way out of his office not before hearing him chuckle and tell you how much he likes this stupid hormones of yours.

"You could have had Thor bring the toys." You muttered to your husband as you looked through the dozen upon dozens of stuffed toy that were now housed in what would be your baby's room.

Everything was slowly coming together. A crib on one side, with the changing station in the other. The color green wasn't really what you would have picked for the color of the room, but from your husband's many ways of convincing you it would work, it was growing on you. Dark green walls and the gold accent wasn't what you would have picked for the room, but it somehow worked. Fit for the son of a Mobster King.

You could only smile, thinking about the good things. How you and your husband were excited for the arrival of your baby, The things you wish to be able to do for child. To make sure they live a life that was not like your own, and certainly not like the life Loki and his siblings had to endure at the hands of their father. You would do anything for your child, even if it means accepting that there would be a time that they would get involved with the family business. Accepting the fact that this will forever be part of your husband's life as much as your own now when you married him.

'I was told he would prefer to have a few more children in his future.' Your husband had pointed out through the other line.

Because of Thor's stupidity and incapability of dealing with things without using threats or war, Loki was force to drive out of town and personally fix Thor's mistake. It wasn't dangerous, Loki had assured as much, but his presence would be perfectly needed to ease the tension before far worse could possibly happen. He was after all the God of Lies, and his silver tongue could always save the day. But because of this, Loki wouldn't be home for a week--much to your annoyance and desire to have Thor give you a visit to make true to your earlier words to him.

"He's banned from the café until further notice." You muttered hearing the chuckle that escaped your husband's lips at the comment.

You could only sigh, as your husband continued to tell you about what was going to happen for the next few days. Meetings with Fury and the rest of his gang. You found your way back to your bedroom, frowning at how big it actually was now that he wasn't here. It brought you back to the time when Loki was far too consume with the company that neither of you had time for each other anymore.

The baby had changed that concept completely, both of you changing your schedules to have more time together. It had also meant that Loki had become less involved with the other side of the business, letting Thor handle most of the physical parts of the business. Four months of what you had called utter bliss, ruined because of Thor.

'Have you eaten, My Love?' He inquires as you make your way to the bathroom to prepare for bed.

"My Uncle is making strew later on tonight." You respond, turning on the speaker of your phone.

Placing the device on top of the shelves, you began to wash your face while you ask Loki about his own dinner. You could only smile at the complaints he has about the room service even after he had made his instructions as specific as he could be when he called. A pompous ass if he wants to be.

"Please tell me you didn't hurt anyone." You teased.

You knew how Loki could be, irritated as he could, his fist would often be the last resort when his patience grows thin. You had saw it first hand in the past, it had scared you at first, but you got used to it as time goes by. As long as he doesn't hurt you or anyone you had cared for, if this was what earn him the fear and respect of his people, then so be it. It was sort of hot too if you could be frank about the situation.

'I didn't hurt anyone.' He assured, but you knew perfectly well someone from his entourage did it for him.

You rolled your eyes at Loki and his affiliation with lying by omission. It almost screwed up your relationship in the past, you just hoped he wouldn't hide something important from you if he didn't need to.

"And I'm not four months pregnant with your baby." You snort as you wiped your face with the towel and made your way back to the bedroom with the phone at hand.

Sliding off your clothes, you had pulled out one of Loki's many array of shirts in his closet. The familiar green shirt no longer reached your knees because of your evident bump, but just a shy away from where your stomach met with your groin. You contemplated wearing some underwear, but thought otherwise as you finally slipped into the bed, with the duvet covering you to the neck.

You had noticed Loki was silent through the phone, for a moment thinking you had accidentally dropped the call. But seeing him still on the other line, it made you wonder why he had fell silent all of a sudden.

'I promise to come home to you as soon as possible and in one piece.'

You sighed, realizing now what was going on.

"It's okay." You assured your husband, even without knowing what the reason behind the sudden guilt in his tone. You didn't need to see him to know the guilt he was placing on himself. "You do what you need to do and I'll handle the fort while you're not here. The little apricot is doing fine."

When Loki is in such a state of mind, it was your reassurance, as meaningful as you could possibly make it. To assure him you were fine, and aside from the fucking hormones making you horny, you were fine. Your Uncle and his husband were settled in the guest room staying until Loki gets back.

'I should be there for you and the baby.' His words pained from the other line and you ached to be there and pull him into your arms. Whisper that he did nothing wrong and none of this was his fault.

But you thought otherwise, knowing that if he would remain in this mindset, god knows what would happen when he comes back. He will beat himself for it before distancing himself like he was so used to doing to himself. A punishment you knew he doesn't deserve to do to himself.

"When can do other things while you're gone?" You suggest. Knowing how horrible it was for you to use your horniness to change the subject. But it was better than having him like this.

'Don't do this to me, Y/N.' he warned but the evident jump in his words already assured you his darkening thoughts had momentarily subsided. Shifting into something else completely.

The familiar prickle had lingered on your skin. Loki's voice that does so much to you.

"Want to guess what I'm wearing?" You trailed off.

Instead of another line of threats you were so familiar with your husband handing you, a video call was being sent out and you were quick to answer. The scowl was present in Loki's face. You were threading on a thin line and somehow the distance between the two of you was such a good thing for what you had planned.

'I hope you're wearing something underneath my shirt.'

Slipping out of the array of duvet and blanket covering you, the front camera of your phone capturing how much you were struggling to have them removed and to have Loki glimpse at the only article of clothing you had on. Switching to the back camera of your phone, you had showed your husband the span of your legs, naked and crossed in the ankles. A breathy curse had escaped his lips as he leaned on the headboard of what you had assumed was his bed for the entirety of a week.

"Want to guess?" You asked once again. Lightly lifting the end of the shirt to showcase your exposed mound. A shiver had run through your back at the coldness that hit your wetness.

'God damn it, you're gonna get it, when I come home, My Love.'

Switching back the camera to your face, you intentional bit you lips hoping to get a reaction out of him and you succeeded. Narrowed eyes lingered. Lips thinned as his eyes darkened as the call continued on.

'Okay, I'll play.' He finally relents. Blue eyes stared right through you and you held the confidence of whatever you have plan for as long as you need to. 'Take off your shirt.' He orders and without hesitation, you placed your phone down for a moment, slipping out of the shirt you wore.

'Touch yourself.' He ordered as your shaking fingers found their way around your neck.

You missed his touch, even if it hasn't been twenty fours since you've last seen him. Haven't been twelve since the two of you fucked, but you needed more. Needed him more. Anything you could ever have when it comes to him, anything he could give you in the moment.

'You love this? Don't you?' His voice taunted. 'To mock me when I couldn't have you in this very moment.'

Gently you shook your head. His eyes now looking at you, scrutinizing you as you shuddered in his gaze.

'Place your phone on the chair so I can see you on the bed.'

"What?" You questioned confused with the sudden shift in his tone. The order and the desperation that had come with his words now.

'Do not make me tell you twice.'

At the rise in his voice, you had stood in all your naked glory. You brought the small chair for your vanity table in front of the bed. With random stack of book on top of the chair, you had placed your phone behind those books. Adjusting it slightly until the angle to the bed was perfect for Loki's view.

Slowly making your way back to the bed, you question whether you bit off more than you could chew. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you waited for Loki's next instruction.

But the next instruction didn't come through as the knock on the door was heard both from the door to your shared bedroom as well as the door in Loki's own.

"Pumpkin Pie." You tensed quickly making your way to the bathroom to slip on a silk robe to hide your nakedness. You looked apologetically at Loki that could only face palm himself as being cockblocked for the second time in one day.

Ending the call, you made your way to the door, to where you Uncle was standing, waiting with a beaming grin on his face. Thankfully unaware of you almost having phone sex with your husband who was two hundred miles away from where you were.

"I made dinner." He announced. "You need to get something to eat before you head to bed. Tonight's been stressful for all of us."

Aside from being interrupted in your husband's office, the Health Inspector had been a complete asshole for what felt like hours when he visited your café. Had it not been for the security you had with you, who informed the man who you were in this city, he would have done worse than give the place a failed grade for no reason at all.

You really thought you could unwind with your husband, but it was always one thing or another somehow. As your phone dinged, the message of Loki needed to attend a dinner meeting with some clients had you realize that there wasn't anything either of you could do for tonight.

"I'd love that." You smiled texting Loki a raincheck and a promise to have him to whatever he pleases as soon as he gets back home.

'I expect nothing more.' Had been his only reply and you just counted the days instead of attempting phone sex with you husband for a while.

The familiar clench on your thighs at the possibility Loki could do to make up for lost time.

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opheliadawnwalker3 · 4 years

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Siren *Part 3*

Author’s Notes: I just wanted to thank everyone for reading and reviewing my first multi chapter fic. Your feedback really means a lot to me and I hope to keep delivering! Thanks again :)

Synopsis: Reader is married with a young son and working as a waitress at a popular nightclub in the 1930′s. Her husband is fatally ill and his new treatments are swiftly draining their meager savings. Desperate, she struggles to make ends meet until she catches the eye of the son of a notorious crime boss. Loki Laufeyson is dangerous, powerful and very wealthy and isn’t used to being told no. He offers her a way out of her money troubles. But how far is she willing to go to save her husband?

Part Three: The calm before the storm. Reader gives Richard his final dose.

Part One Part Two

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Loki was much rougher with you this time. Your thighs were still tender from when he pushed your legs up to your chest. You still smell like him. His cologne and musk clinging desperately to your used body. When he was done, Loki calmly lit a snipe and coolly slid a thick wad of money down the front of your dress. Thankfully, he let you keep your underlings this time.

After Loki was finished with you, you insisted on being dropped back off at Louie’s. You did not want him to know where you lived. It would only bring nothing but trouble. The rest of your shift flew by in a haze. You could feel several of your coworker’s eyes on you. Wondering why you would possibly leave with Laufeyson and his trigger men. Curious, yet no one had to courage to outright ask. You just played it off as normally as you could until it was time for you to leave. Inwardly, you were in absolute turmoil. The thick wad of cash tucked into your dress feeling more burdensome by the second.

In your bathroom, you stare in the mirror as you splash cold water on your face. You hardly recognize the woman staring back. With your features pinched together in silent judgment, you look several years older. You feel disgusted with yourself. You look down at your hands.The same malicious hands you pleasure Loki with, are the same ones that drips arsenic into Richard’s throat.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed with the crushing weight of your decisions on your shoulders and your fingers grasp the sink tightly. You squeeze your eyes shut as a wave of panic and nausea roll over you. You grit your teeth as the tightness in your chest increases. You struggle to control your breathing.

You are a whore and a murderer. But you can’t quit now. Not after everything. It will all be over in a few days and then you could move on. Start your new life with your boy.

Your eyes fly open. You needed to see him. You need to remind yourself who you’re doing this for.

You let out a shaky breath and pull yourself away from the sink and your judgmental reflection. You pass Richard’s door, comforted by his pitiful wheezing snores. One less thing to worry about tonight.

Johnny lay sleeping in his crib, unbothered and untouched by the world. His chubby fingers clutching onto his favorite stuffed rabbit. You reach down and softly brush his hair out of his face as silent tears slide down your cheeks. Your heart clenches tightly with unwavering love and guilt.

It will be worth it. To give him a good life, it’ll all be worth it.

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You yawn as you stand at the kitchen counter, waiting for the toast to pop up. The rays from the sun trickle in through your kitchen window, bathing the apartment in rich golden light. You slide Richard’s glass of orange juice towards you as you lift the small clear bottle from your apron. Just a few more drops. Maybe one or two more for good measure.

It had to be today. You had prolonged the inevitable long enough.

Today was the day Richard would die.

You stir the mixture together, just as the toast pops up. You butter them, then add his favorite blackberry jam. A couple of slices of bacon sit on the side. You would rather avoid another steak incident if you could.

You take a deep breath and gather yourself as you pick up the plate and glass. Quietly walking down the hall so you don’t wake Johnny, you knock softly on the door.

No reply.

You turn the doorknob slowly and peak your head in. “Richard? I brought you some breakfast. I wasn’t sure how hungry you’d-”

You halt, taken aback at the sight of your husband. It had barely been ten hours since you looked in on him and yet here he was on death’s door. Richard slowly turns his head to look at you and his lips twitch with a faint smile you haven’t seen in months.

“Do I...look as awful as I feel?” He sputters out in a playful tone. You allow a fleeting expression of sadness to pass your features before crossing to stand by his bed.

“No dear, you still look as handsome ever. Do you...feel like eating today? Can you sit up for me?”

Richard winces as he attempts to sit up and you have to help pull him up the rest of the way. You push the glass of orange juice towards him.

“Here. I imagine your throat is sore from all that coughing. Freshly squeezed, just how you like it.”

Richard coughs wetly before picking up the glass, tired eyes looking over his small breakfast. Much to your surprise, his expression seems...grateful. His eyes meet yours as you move to sit on the bed next to him, placing a hand on his knee in a deceivingly caring gesture.

“You’re a good woman.” He rasps calmly as he takes a long pull of orange juice. Unwillingly, you feel a small tug on your heart. How long had you waited to hear any words of kindness from the man you married? For any sort of genuine warmth from the man you fell in love with? For years he controlled and terrified you. Beat you until there was hardly anything left. It was far too late now.

So why is there a pang in your heart now? Is it just guilt? Or is there some sick twisted part of you that still loves him?

You offer a small smile and a reassuring pat on his knee before you rise from the bed.

“Well I’ll...just leave you to your breakfast-” you’re cut off when Richard quickly reaches out and grabs your hand. You flinch at the sudden movement.

“No wait. Please...stay.” Richard pleads in an unusually weak voice. You look down at him, unsure. He withdraws and you feel his fingers trace the scar on your hand. His eyes briefly shimmer with what you could only describe as guilt. “I mean...I would really like the company.”

You nod complacently, sitting back down on the bed. You watch silently as Richard takes another gulp of orange juice and nibbles on his toast. After a couple of minutes, Richard finally breaks the silence.

“Do you...remember where we first met?”

You were taken aback and you place your hands in your lap to avoid squeezing the sheets nervously.

“Of course I do. At the Feed Rack Stand. You were there showing off with your Pallies.”

“And you were there with your parents. You stuck out in your bright pink dress. You saw a kid drop his ice cream cone and you gave him yours. I knew right then I was dizzy for a dame.”

“Richard...” You trail off softly.

“And that Fourth of July picnic out at the lake? You brought that Buttermilk Creme Pie that everyone thought was just aces. Then we watched the sailboats pass by and that family with the young twins? That’s when we decided to try for a baby.”

You remembered. You were originally going to wear your pretty white sundress, but the bruises on your arms still hadn’t healed. So you had to wear a drab blue dress with longer sleeves. The evening fireworks terrified you with their sudden booming.

“And when I saw you holding Johnny for the first time...you never looked more beautiful...”

“Stop this...you’re going to get better. The doctor is coming in two days with the new treatment.” You lie through your teeth. You were going to hell there was no doubt about it. To tell a man he would heal when you’re actively pouring poison down his throat will surely earn you a seat on Satan’s lap. But you needed to say anything to get out of that room.

Richard lets out a strained laugh and shakes his head. “I just...I know I didn’t always treat you right. My father...he wasn’t a very good man and I...guess I take after him.”

You feel a conflicting stab of both rage and empathy flicker through you. Your stomach feels knotted and heavy with conflicting emotions. None of this makes it right. Nothing he says now will take away everything he’s done. So why is it affecting you so?

Instinctively, you feel your eyes well up. No this is ridiculous. He’s treated you with nothing but cruelty and coldness for years but now that he’s showing you just a shred of decency, you were suddenly wracked with remorse?

You needed to leave. Now.

You slowly stand, struggling to keep your conflicting emotions from your face. Your eyes glance over the near empty glass of orange juice. You hated Richard with every fiber of your being. You wanted to cause him just a shred of the pain he’s caused you. But you didn’t want to watch him die. You couldn’t.

“I need to go tend to Johnny. He should be waking up any minute.”

“I want...him to remember me. Can you do that for me? If nothing else, Just make sure my son remembers me.”

Your throat suddenly feels dry and you swallow hard. Johnny will never know you. I’ll make sure we both forget. You nod solemnly before turning to leave.

“Wait...please.”

You pause, looking down at the shell that used to be Richard. The face that had looked down at you with such animosity and scorn in the past, now just looked pathetic and frail.

“It wasn’t...all bad was it? Our life together?”

You take a deep breath and lean down to kiss his forehead. The stale smell of approaching death clings to him. You decide to answer truthfully. To offer him this small modicum of mercy before he dies by your hand.

“No, Richard. It wasn’t all bad.”

And then you turn away from him forever. Leaving him all alone to await Death.

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You gently sit Johnny down on the ground as you sit down on a bench. The city park is only two blocks from your apartment and not very much to look at. A couple of swing sets, a slide and a set of monkey bars. A big open field on the other side of the playground for ball games or free frolicking children. But Johnny always loves watching the other children and you had to get out of the apartment.

You try not to think about Richard wheezing his last breathe as you observe Johnny quietly playing with the few toys you brought for him. But by a cruel twist of fate, Johnny looks just like your soon to be late husband. But you will make sure he will turn out nothing like his father.

Johnny will be better than Richard. Far better than you.

Your thoughts are interrupted when a flustered mother sits beside you on the bench, wrestling with her own toddler. Her light blonde hair lays free and unfixed on her shoulders, her cheeks are flushed with exertion ,and you can make out a subtle roundness to her belly.

“My goodness Alice, calm down. Let Mama sit down before you try to jump out of my arms.”

The tiny girl continues squirming and flailing her limbs on her mother’s lap. “Down! Down!”

The woman turns to you with an exasperated sigh as she puts her daughter down on the ground next to Johnny. She then turns to you with a wide friendly grin as she fans herself.

“Whew, it’s as hot as the dickens out here!”

She holds her hand out and you can’t but notice the Southern twang in her voice. Hesitantly, you reach out and shake her hand.

“Hi there. I’m Lorraine and this little spitfire here, is Alice.”

You introduce yourself and gesture to Johnny whose shyly playing with the many pink ruffles on Alice’s dress.

“This is my son, Johnny.” You state. You didn’t feel much like socializing but it would be a welcome distraction at least. Lorraine leans over, peering down at Johnny.

“Well isn’t he just the cutest little thing. So well behaved too! Unlike mine.” She gushes, pointing to Alice, whose already digging her fingers deep into the dirt. Johnny watches her with pure fascination.

“Thank you. You’re daughter is very cute too,” You say truthfully. Alice and Johnny had to be close in age yet she is the mirror opposite. Talkative, outgoing, with long straight blonde hair and an impish smile. You assume she gets that from her mother.

For the next several minutes, the pair of you exchange pleasantries. You make sure to keep things purposefully vague on your side, but manage to keep her talking. Not that that was very difficult. Lorraine, it seems, could talk your ear off.

“Have you lived here long?” You ask, genuinely curious. She lets out a pleasant laugh as though you just told an amusing joke.

“Not at all. Moved here about two months ago all the way from Charlotte. My husband got a promotion and we had to relocate. Drove all the way here just for the car to up and quit on us. But, I suppose that’s what we get for driving an old Napier. And Norman, bless his heart, has to take the trolley to work. Can you imagine? But until we can afford a new one, we have to make due.”

You nod, watching Alice pulling Johnny’s hands into the dirt next to hers. Looks like he’ll need another bath tonight, you muse silently.

Lorraine adjusts her skirt before leaning in slightly. “Well hey, forgive me if I seem too forward, but I would just love to get together again. Truth be told, I haven’t had much luck makin’ friends here. And hey, even our kids get along! Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll give ya a dil-ya-ble whenever we’re free?”

You pause and bite your lip, initially unsure how to respond. Lorraine seems perfectly lovely, but you don’t know if you need yet another person in your life right now. Your eyes drift over her wide doe eyes and down to her growing belly and relent.

You return her smile. “Sure. That’d be keen.”

The pair of you trade numbers and you stand to grab Johnny who toddled a few feet away with Alice. His toys lay forgotten by the bench. You bend down to pick him up when something catches your eye. A familiar face that makes your blood run cold.

Blonde hair. Steely blue eyes. It’s only for a split second, but you know you saw him. He is standing by the sidewalk outside of the park, with his hands tucked into his suit jacket. His mouth tilted in a troublesome smirk. His eyes focused on you.

What was he doing here of all places?

“Steve?” you mutter quietly, your heart skipping a beat as you hug Johnny closer to you.

“Mm? You say something honey?” Lorraine questions, kneeling down to knock the dirt off of Alice’s dress.

You turn to look back where Steve was standing but he was gone. Melted into the passing crowd as though he were never there.

Is it a coincidence? Did they have business nearby? Or was he sent to watch you?

Whatever the reason, you didn’t want to linger and find out. You quickly gather all of Johnny’s toys and bid a quick goodbye to Lorraine.

“O-okay honey, I’ll be seeing you soon right?” There’s a subtle edge of desperate hope in her voice.

“Yes. Yes absolutely. I’ll give you a ring soon,” you assure with a strained smile. Maybe one day you would call her. But not anytime soon.

Without another word, you spin and practically run back to the apartment with a wriggling Johnny in your arms. Checking behind you every few steps to make sure you’re not followed.

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When you walk back into the apartment, there is an unearthly stillness. The air feels thicker and there is a heavy silence. You quickly lay Johnny down in his crib with a bottle to help him nap before turning towards Richard’s door.

You had to see. You had to know.

You take a few shaky steps towards the door. A subtle tingling sensation travels down your limbs and you can hear your pounding heartbeat in your ears. You raise your hand to hesitantly knock on Richard’s door. There was nothing but silence. Your stomach drops and your fingers wrap around the doorknob tightly.

Maybe he’s sleeping. But maybe he’s not.

Slowly you open the door and step in, freezing in the door frame. Even in the dim lamp light, you can make out the glassy unfocused look of his eyes. His plate knocked carelessly on the floor with cold half eaten toast on the rug. Glass empty and laying on it’s side. His mouth is open and you can see a thin trickle of drool trailing down the corner. He’s still. Very very still.

Gathering your wits, you move to stand at his bedside. Looking down at him like he’s done for too many years. Was this how he felt? This raw power of putting someone in their supposed place?

You reach down and touch him, quickly retracting when you feel his cold dead flesh.

For a moment, you just stand there silently. Observing every feature. Committing it to memory. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you raise your hand and it strikes Richard across the face. His head snaps to the side. You want to strike him again. Over and over again until his flesh is marred just as yours once was. But you force yourself to back away, hands twitching at your sides. You need to calm down. You turn and leave the room, closing the door swiftly behind you.

In his crib, Johnny reaches up to you with dirty hands. His curls unkempt and mashed against the side of his head. You smile and pick him up lightly bouncing him on your hip like you know he likes. He gives you a sleepy smile and you move to the rocking chair in the corner. Johnny curls up into you and you cradle him to your chest. You start singing an old tune that your mother used to sing to you. You hadn’t heard it in many years yet the words return to you effortlessly.

Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,

Go to sleepy little baby.

When you wake, you’ll have cake,

And all the pretty little horses.

Black and bay, dapple and grey,

Coach and six little horses,

Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry

Go to sleepy little baby.

When you wake, you’ll have cake,

And all the pretty little horses.

Way down yonder, down in the meadow,

There's a poor wee little lamby.

The bees and the butterflies pickin' at its eyes,

The poor wee thing cried for her mammy.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleepy little baby.

When you wake, you'll have cake,

And all the pretty little horses.

Johnny sags against you and you know he’s fast asleep. You carefully lay him back down in his crib, tucking his arm around his rabbit. Closing the door behind you, you walk back to the kitchen and eye the telephone. You had a few phone calls to make. You take a deep breath and pick up the receiver.

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About thirty minutes later, you let Mabel into your apartment. The doctor is due within the hour to confirm Richard’s condition and deliver the death certificate, but you needed Mabel’s support more than anything.

She wastes no time, pulling you into a tight hug and petting your hair soothingly.

“It’s going to be alright,” she croons in your ear. You sink into her loving embrace. “Thank you. That means so much.”

Suddenly, she pulls away and looks back at the closed door warily. Before you could question her, she moves purposefully into your kitchen without a word.

“Where is it?” Mabel asks, beginning to carefully look through your cabinets. You raise your brow. “Where’s what, Mabel?”

She pauses and looks at you. Her face uncharacteristically serious. “The arsenic you borrowed from me months ago. We need to get it out of your apartment, less they suspect something.”

You feel your blood pounding at your temples and you cross your arms nervously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mabel gives you a sad smile. “Dear, I’ve been in your apartment enough times to know you don’t have any rats. Well...not anymore.”

You shake your head and it feels as though ice flows through your veins. “Mabel, what are you saying?”

Mabel stands there for a moment and the silence is tense and suffocating. Then she shakes her head and places a hand on a nearby wall.

“These are nice apartments. Decent prices, it’s near the grocery store and the park is right down the street for the little ones. But the downside is the walls are very thin.” She gives you a knowing, melancholy smile. “You don’t have to pretend anymore. I heard...how he really was.”

Your heart seizes as you choke out a sob. You feel your knees threaten to buckle under you as you lean against the counter top. Mabel takes careful steps towards you, her eyes glistening with fresh tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you then. Please...let me help you now.” Mabel says softly with her hand outstretched. You feel the tears slide down your cheeks as your hand slips into your apron pocket and you hand over the small clear bottle to her. She lets you collapse into her arms as you both cry huddled on your kitchen floor.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Kiss of Death

Warnings: nonconsent (fingering and intercourse)

This is dark!(mob)Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You (literally) run into a powerful man but find it hard to shake him.

Note: So we’re taking a tiny break from Painted Windows. The last chapter was intense and even my heart needs some respite. So I let myself wonder down the backstreets and wrote some mob!Loki with a good chance of a sequel.

Thank you. Love you guys!

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After a long day and a longer week, you were looking forward to the small get together. Several nights in a row you came home late and gulped down a microwave dinner before passing out on the couch. An unglamorous life, to say the least.

For Nisha’s birthday, you agreed to meet up at a nice restaurant downtown for drinks and hopefully dinner. Tiana and Ana were already there with Nisha as you rushed in. You weren’t used to being the last to arrive. Usually you were the first there and waiting for at least twenty minutes.

You gave a frantic greeting to the small group and dropped your purse in your empty chair.

“I’m so sorry. Nisha, happy birthday but I’m gonna burst,” You said as you caught your breath.

They laughed at your panic and waved you towards the restrooms. You snaked around tables and to the narrow hall that led to the facilities. You were quick to sweep inside and into a stall. Your pants were barely past your thighs before you sat; the stream was painful and squeezed your bladder terribly. You sighed and took a moment to gather yourself as soft classical music plucked from the speakers.

Finished, you washed your hands and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your jacket hung open over your flowery blouse and pressed slacks. You wore a pair of low wedges that gave you a few inches. You were exhausted and you looked it. A night of drinking would surely wake you up… or at least lull you into the sleep you’d been lacking.

You smoothed out your shirt and slipped out of the jacket. You slung it over your arm and tried to fix your hair as best as you could. Your latest client was demanding and worse, a perfectionist. Usually, your suggestions were accepted without a single glance but Stacey Forrest was very particular. She needed to impress her new circle of peers; many twenty years her senior. Just thinking of her stabbed your temples with frustration.

You shook off the moment of chagrin and took a breath. Work was done. You had Saturday to sleep off the hangover you planned on feeding tonight. Sunday was far away at the present.

You pushed open the door and strolled back to the dining room. You spotted the table of women awaiting you, giggling as they sipped from their respective glasses, and set off to join them. In your tunnel vision, you didn’t notice the party to your right. The man whom you walked directly into and barely kept you from tripping over his leather shoes. You were so embarrassed, you hardly realized how the entire room had gone silent.

You backed up and slipped free of the man’s grasp. You looked up at him and caught your coat before it could fall to the floor.

“Oh, sorry,” You said as your cheeks burned. “I wasn’t…” You glanced around. “Paying attention…”

“It’s quite alright,” The lilt in his voice surprised you as much as the glimmer in his green eyes. “These things happen.”

“Yeah, I… Sorry again.” You sidestepped between some tables. “Um, okay.”

You spun away awkwardly as you tried to ignore your audience. Even Nisha, Tiana, and Ana had turned to watch the debacle. Well, the night was never complete without you making a fool of yourself. You hung your coat over the back of your chair and moved your purse as you sat. The room was still in a hush.

“Smooth,” Tiana raised her brows.

“Shut up,” You grumbled.

“Only you.” Nisha chided.

You peeked around at those who whispered around you and followed their own attention to the man you’d nearly tackled. He was with a group of several men and was shown to a booth near the back of the restaurant. You turned back and shook your head.

“I need a drink.” You declared.

“I’d say you do,” Tiana shook her head. “And a knock in the head.”

“You do know who’s foot you just stomped, right?” Ana asked.

“When do I ever know what is going on?” You said dryly. “So we doing just drinks or dinner?”

“She doesn’t even care,” Tiana gasped. “We should leave before she gets in anymore trouble.”

“Oh my god, what is the big deal?” You demanded.

“Take another look at that man,” Ana intoned.

You huffed and turned in your chair. You looked at the man as the server listened intently to him and you felt as if he was familiar but you couldn’t place him. He smiled at the waiter and then his eyes met yours. You blinked and spun back so quickly your chair wobbled. You shrugged as you steadied yourself.

“His name, which I’m sure will shake something loose, is Loki Laufeyson.” Tiana scoffed. “You might have heard that somewhere through that haze you call sentience.”

Your eyes rounded. A waitress appeared and asked for an order. You opted for gin on ice and rubbed your forehead.

“Shit.” You swore. “Well, I mean, it was just an accident. Not like I pulled a gun on him.”

“You scuffed his shoe,” Ana mused. “I’ve heard stories of him taking offence at less.”

“Don’t,” You warned. “I already have enough on my plate without worrying about…” You lowered your voice. “...the mob.”

“Oh, we’re teasing you,” Tiana insisted. “So how is Mrs. Forrest.”

“Nee Marris,” Ana added.

“Oh, you know, the same girl she was in uni,” You grinned. “Only this time she’s married her sugar daddy.”

“And she hired you to style her new house?” Nisha asked.

“Manse,” You corrected her. “As she prefers.”

“Definitely hasn’t changed,” Tiana smirked.

You all laughed as the waitress set your drink in front of you and you thanked her. You continued to gab over your menus and eventually ordered. You forgot about the bumpy beginning and were soon lost in the cheer. You had longed for a night out. A rare occasion when you reverted to the college girl procrastinating on her studying.

When your dinner came, so did another round of drinks. You paused and stopped the waitress before she could flit away.

“Sorry, but we didn’t order another round,” You wondered.

“Compliments of Mr. Laufeyson,” She said quietly.

You froze and the other women looked at you curiously. You raised a brow and tried to subtly look over your shoulder. You didn’t turn all the way as you sensed another’s gaze on you.

“You can thank him but we can pay for them,” You insisted. “Really…”

The waitress blanched and your friends tittered.

“Oh, what’s the harm,” Nisha chimed. “Better than him sending something else.”

“Loosen up,” Tiana took a large gulp. “The free drink should help with that.

You sighed and Anna added to the plea with a grin. You rubbed your chin and relented. “You can thank Mr. Laufeyson.”

She exhaled in relief and agreed to do so. You grabbed your glass reluctantly and sneered at the girls before you forced your finest smile. You turned and found the man in question watching you. You raised your glass at him as a gratitude and quickly righted yourself in your chair.

“Oh,” Ana preened. “You think he’d pay for the whole meal? Give him a wink or something.”

“An,” You warned. “Really. That’s not the type of man you want to owe favours.”

“Really?” Tiana challenged. “Twenty minutes ago you barely recognized him.”

“Maybe not but I’d heard of him and his… supposed deeds.” You said. “You aren’t really encouraging this, are you?”

“He must like the whole clueless vibe you’ve got going for you,” Tiana trilled. “Rather endearing even if it does leave your toes a bit tender.”

“Hush,” You hissed. “Really. Let’s eat and then we shall relocate so that I do not entangle myself further with thugs.”

They laughed and you flaked away a piece of salmon with your fork. You shook your head. You had the sense of being watched and didn’t need to look to know why. It sent a frightful tickle along your spine. You were always quite skilled at walking, or rather, tripping head first into trouble.

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That night was just another fleeting thrill in a series of missteps that never quite came to fruition. You didn’t need to worry about the mobster or your little stumble. Sometimes a kind gesture was just that and a coincidence was nothing more. No serendipity, no fate, just another anecdote about how your clumsiness had nearly gotten you in trouble.

You finished your dinner and found your way to a pub just down the way. The music was a little young for your tastes but the cocktails were on special and it wasn’t too rowdy. It was like Sex and the City but duller; and likely sadder. You shared stories of failed dates, workplaces peeves, and the latest drama witnessed on the tube. Provoking stuff.

Nisha crashed at yours. You woke on the couch, the birthday girl was offered the bed. You drank coffee with the curtains drawn but she didn’t wake up until noon. When she did, she finished the pot and dressed in her wrinkled clothing. You saw her off to the station and stopped by the shop for some orange juice and paracetamol.

You spent the rest of the day in the dark with Netflix in the background. You dreaded another day of Stacey’s obstinacy. What kind of person needed more than a dozen bedrooms in one house? Oh, and she did mention their summer house in the south? Well, if you couldn’t start appeasing her Cher Horowitz tastes, she might not need you for that.

The only thing you could do to prepare was set your alarm and sleep off your hangover. When you woke, the ice pick had dislodged from your skull and the fog outside helped mute the harshness of the sun. You dressed, had your coffee, a small breakfast, and readied to face off with Stacey.

The drive was an hour out of the city. Your small car puttered along but never failed to get you where you needed. You sang along to Petula Clark on the scratchy radio station as you yawned over the steering wheel. The old house rose before you; a hideous mishmash of an old Tudor cottage and a modern geometric renovation.

You drove up the winding drive and around the back. Classified as a member of the help, you weren’t permitted to park with the Bentley and the Rolls. You didn’t recognize the Aston Martin but you assumed it was another of Mr. Forrest’s associates. You climbed out, locked your car, and dropped your keys in your pocket.

There was a backdoor, formerly the entrance to the servants’ quarters, and you ducked through the arched doorway. The old corridor had recently been remodelled with a couple guestrooms, a modified laundry room, and a wine cellar. Paintings left by the former owners had been reframed and hung. Stacey couldn’t decide if she wanted to be old aristocracy or the new age elite.

You found Stacey in the kitchen. Her assistant, Deanna, was making her a green smoothie. She greeted you with a smile and flicked her finger across her tablet.

“Just in time,” She beckoned you over as Deanna set the glass down beside her. “I was thinking this lamp would be perfect for the master.”

You looked at the image. The clear glass body of the lamp was filled with large round sequins; a fishtank of tackiness with a feather shade. You had to hide your distaste.

“It could work,” You allowed, “But we would have to revert a few other choices.”

“Revert?” Her voice went deep and she sipped noisily through her straw.

“The curtains. You want sheen or lace. Not both.”

“Hmm,” She pressed her lips together. “I suppose. We could still have the curtains, they would be cute in the loo.”

“Cute,” You repeated as you resisted a laugh. “Well, as long as we keep to that theme in there.”

“I was talking to Paul,” She batted her lashes as she always did when she spoke of her husband; you suspected she held more affection for his last name and wallet than his person. “He did mentioned he wouldn’t mind a hint of snakeskin in his office. He doesn’t want anything too stuffy or old.”

“Oh yes, he is one for the… younger tastes,” You intoned. “We could probably work it in subtly. We don’t want it to be overbearing.”

“I suppose…” She rolled her eyes and took another long drink. “Well, I’ve tracked down those lamps in the city. I say we go and have a look around the boutique while we pick them up. Perhaps we can muster some inspiration, maybe even some imagination.”

You smiled and accepted the rebuke in stride. “At your leisure, Mrs. Forrest.”

“Stacey,” She corrected. “You know that makes me feel old.”

“Stacey,” You repeated and leaned on the counter.

“I’ll just finish this and then I’ll have Stuart drive us into the city.”

“I have a car,” You offered.

“And so do I. It’s much nicer,” She insisted. “And we will discuss ideas on the w--”

She turned completely in the tall chair and stood. “Paul,” She greeted her husband in a sing song.

You watched her and angled yourself to keep your eye on her. Paul’s silver hair was thinning and still wore hints of the black dye he’d used to reclaim his youth upon his wedding day. His wrinkles deepened as he grinned and welcomed her against him. She wore stilettos and a skirt so tight it looked painful.

Your amusement dwindled as another figure appeared behind him. You recognised the man immediately. It hadn’t been two days since your first and last encounter. As you remembered him, you were sure he remembered you. You were convinced of it as his green eyes sparkled and he smirked in your direction.

“Sweetheart, I thought you’d be off already,” Paul’s arm held Stacey around her waist. “I was just discussing our renovations with Mr. Laufeyson on his way out and was about to show him the east wing.”

“We were just on our way,” She announced. “We’ve some items to pick up for the master and soon enough we’ll move onto the rest of guest rooms.”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” Paul turned back to his visitor, his arm still around his young wife, “Pardon my negligence, this is Stacey’s designer.” He introduced you kindly. He might have been an easy dupe but he was nice enough. “They go back a ways. To university I believe.”

“Oh yes, I was in fashion and she was in interior, and so we ran into each other a couple times a year,” Stacey explained. “She always did have a good eye.”

“Ah,” Laufeyson neared and held out his hand cordially. You eyed it and the scene of you crashing into him replayed in your head. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” You shook his hand awkwardly and prayed Stacey would not stay too long to boast.

“Actually,” He let go slowly, “If you’re not too tied up at the moment, I have a place not far from here that needs a breath of fresh air. You see, it was my father’s and it still bears much of his tastes. Not very akin to my own but I am terribly obtuse at these things.”

“Hmm, well,” You swallowed and looked to Stacey, “My roster is rather full at the moment. How many rooms did you say there were in this place, Mrs. Forrest?”

“Oh, but she is not that burdened, Mr. Laufeyson.” Stacey insisted. “We have sorted plans for most of the rooms. You might take her on the odd days, if you wish?”

Your nostrils flared. She acted as if she owned you. As if you were to be lent out like one of her designer dresses.

“I do have a waiting list--”

“We are old friends,” She interjected, “As a favour from me, Mr. Laufeyson, as a thank you for your wonderful wedding gift, you might have a consultation upon us. Right, Paul?”

“Oh, yes,” He seemed to have awoken from a trance at the mention of his name. “That old place your father kept, it could use a good dusting.”

You glared at Stacey. If she wasn’t paying twice your hourly rate, you might have walked out. You quickly wiped away your chagrin as the attention turned back to you.

“Well, I suppose if Mrs. Forrest can spare me…”

“Tomorrow,” Stacey affirmed. “Leave the address with Paul and she’ll meet with you in the morning. I can survive the day without her. The contractors will be back for the west wing.”

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The next morning, you left early to make sure you arrived on time, all so that you could eventually leave on time. Mr. Laufeyson’s house was not far from the Forrests’. You pulled up to the tall gates and rolled down your window to push the buzzer. A voice rose from the crackly speaker and you called out your purpose several times before you were understood.

The wrought iron gates finally opened and you pulled through slowly. The drive was even longer than Stacey’s and the house grander. It was indeed old-fashioned. You pulled up before the large garage off the side of the house and stepped out onto the cobblestone. Your thick heel skidded over them and you nearly tripped. You locked your car and carefully walked along to the front steps.

You climbed them carefully but stumbled up the last. As you fell and scraped your hands on the stone porch, you heard the door open. You looked up and cringed as Mr. Laufeyson looked down at you. He stepped out onto the porch and you dragged yourself up by the column at the top of the railing.

“You okay?” He touched your elbow gently as you dusted your hands off on your jacket.

“Fine,” You assured him. “You know, gotta make an entrance.

“You’re early,” He said.

“Shall I wait?” You asked.

He chuckled and waved you ahead of him to the door. “Not at all. I’ve been eagerly awaiting you.”

You were silent as you neared the open door and entered the large foyer. He was close behind as he pulled the door closed and you tried not to flinch as he brushed close to you. You looked up at the grand chandelier and the towering portraits of ancestors.

“Where shall we start?” He asked.

“Well, I usually begin with a walk through and then we can go over my notes at the end. Discuss what you want to change, what you’d like to keep,” You took out your notebook as you spoke. “You’ll have a copy of it all. Should you choose to carry out the plans with another designer, you’ll still have them as reference.”

“Very well,” He nodded and you waited for him to lead you; up the stairs, through the door to your left or to your right. Just to start the whole awkward day.

“Mr. Laufeyson?” You glanced over at him and he smirked.

“Loki,” He said. “We can go without the formalities for the day, I think.”

“Loki, where should we start?”

“I know you remember me,” He ignored your question. “And I certainly remember you.”

“I did appreciate the drink,” You said evenly. “And again, I do apologise for my carelessness.”

He considered you a moment. He didn’t move.

“And you know who I am?” He asked.

“Who doesn’t?” You answered as you looked around tensely. Heat began to crawl up your neck.

“A thug, no?” He wondered. You blanched at the word you’d used only days before.

“It was a joke…”

“I do not deny it,” He assured you. “Or take offence. I’ve been called worse.”

You took a deep breath and tapped your pen on your notebook. Your turned to look at him directly.

“Did you bring me here to reprimand me?” You asked.

His smirk remained and he buttoned his jacket.

“I brought you here to rid this place of my father’s stench,” He said coolly. “And because this universe has a peculiar way of aligning the stars.”

“Left, right, or up,” You pointed to each door and then the broad stairway. “We should begin before the time gets ahead of us.”

“We should,” He agreed. “The left, dear.”

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It took you all day to get through every room of the house. As you explored, you pieced together the story of the old place. A family property passed down through the generations. Nobles until the Great War, criminals in its aftermath and since. They hid their delinquency beneath their titles.

Loki seemed to have little love for his late father. His words were resentful. He explained that this was the lesser of two houses; the other was bequeathed to his brother. Expected but still a thorn.

He talked more than you expected, as if to fill the silence as you jotted down notes. Perhaps to loosen your own tongue. A man used to charming others. His words were as useful a weapon as a gun. You found it hard not to let them sway you. It was easy to see him as pleasant when his task was not so odious.

You caught yourself several times. He followed a bit too closely, leaned in a bit too much to look over your shoulders, held doors for you, brushed against you a little too conspicuously. You sensed him closing in the further you delved into the old family stead. Felt him looming around you as you tried to focus on the peeling wallpaper and golden candlesticks.

You were on the third floor. The walls were lined with geometric sconces of the art deco era. They could be restored easily and once more stylish even a century later. You reached the end of the hall and tucked your notebook under your arm as he pushed open the door there. He stepped back and waited for you to enter. You did, cautiously.

You walked the perimeter of the room, around the armoire and the bed, the standing lamp, the curled feet of the night tables. An extravagant fireplace with statues of lions on its mantle gaped back at you. You stopped before it as you scribbled on the paper. You turned and looked around once more.

“Are you set on the bed frame?” You asked. “An antique but clunky.”

“Hmmm,” He thought as he neared the foot of the bed. “I’m not sure.”

“I suppose if you removed the canopy and replaced the duvet it might…” You glanced at him and your eyes strayed behind him. The door was closed. You hadn’t heard it shut. You shook off the tremor and looked back to the tasseled canopy. “It might work but you could free up a lot of space, make it a little more open with something less… imposing.”

He rounded to your side of the bed slowly. He dragged his fingers along the bedding and stopped beside you.

“I think I know what might make it look a little nicer,” He said.

“Oh?” You kept your eyes on your notebook as you scribbled down nonsense.

“Yes,” He lifted his hand from the bed and grabbed your notebook. “I think you might look rather striking in it.”

He dislodged the book from your hand and you tried to catch it before he flung it across the room. You stared up at him in shock and he ripped the pen from your hand in kind. You stepped back, startled.

“Loki,” You gasped. “What are--”

“You knew the kind of man I was back in that restaurant,” He blocked you as you tried to skirt past him. “You knew it at the Forrests’, and yet you came here.”

“I came to work.” You insisted. “I came because another said I would.”

You tried to push past him but he caught you around your waist. He swept you off your feet and swung you onto the bed. You bounced on the mattress and sat up quickly.

“Loki,” You tried to shimmy off the bed. “I don’t--”

He was on top of you before you could get your feet over the edge. He shoved you back down and straddled you beneath him. You tried to wriggle out, tried to push him off, bat him away, but he caught your hands and pinned them to the bed.

“You knew that night who I was and what I can do.” He purred. “And I knew what I would do. Sooner or later.” He leaned over you until his nose almost touched yours. “I knew I would find you again.”

“Please,” You breathed shakily. “Please, you can stop and we can both forget--”

“I can’t forget,” He sneered. “I won’t.”

“Let me go,” You begged. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean for any of it. I said sorry, I--”

“Oh, dear, this isn’t about that,” He rubbed his nose against yours cloyingly. “This is about the way that ass looks in those pants.”

You whined and kicked helplessly beneath him. “Help!” You yelled. “Someone, please!”

“I dismissed the help when you showed up. It’s an empty house, dear,” He rocked his pelvis against yours. “In the middle of the country.”

You grunted in frustration. He sat back and released your hands. He pushed your jacket open. He barely noticed as you slapped his arms and chest. He chuckled even. He tore your blouse and his hands cupped your bra. He squeezed and rocked his hips. He groaned as he groped you.

He slid his body down over yours until he was draped over you. He bent his head to your chest and kissed along your cleavage. You pulled his hair roughly as you tried to wrench him away. A hand slithered up and closed around your throat. He squeezed as his teeth pinched your flesh. You cried out from the pain.

Slowly, he raised his head. A black strand fell across his forehead. “My dear, it means nothing for me to hurt you.” His grip tightened. “So if you insist upon it, I will.”

You grasped at his hand as you tried to breathe. Your eyes watered and you nodded frantically. Your head was starting to throb. He let go and once more buried his head in your chest. His hand crawled back down as he held him over you, he flicked your fly open with one hand and pushed the zipper down slowly.

You were paralysed. Shock, fear, mortification washed over you. You were stupid enough to come hear. Weak enough to go along with Stacey’s demands. And desperate enough to be inflamed by his touch.

His fingers hooked beneath the waist of your pants and the elastic of your panties. He tore them down. He jolted your entire body and backed off of you as he forced them down your legs and over your boots. You tried to sit up but he was quick to shove you back down. He put his arm across your throat and held you there as he pushed his knees between your legs.

You shook and clung to his arm as he leaned on your windpipe.

“Loki…” You pleaded.

He tickled along your thigh and slipped two fingers between your lips. You gulped as he flicked your clit and your thighs tingled. You bit down and he did it again. He delved between your folds and your arousal was soon obvious. He returned to your bud and rubbed until your thighs were tensed against his.

“You can try to resist me, dear,” He snarled. “But know, I’ll always find a way to get to you.”

He shoved his fingers inside and you cried out. He pressed his thumb to your clit as he drew his fingers in and out. You slapped his shoulder and latched onto it as he kept on. You could feel your ascent and he urged you to your tipping point. You moaned and closed your eyes as your body quaked in betrayal. You came on his fingers. You could feel it, hear it.

You tried to catch his breath as he left you empty. He slipped his arm off your throat and leaned on his elbow as he unzipped his trousers. You squirmed and he grabbed a hank of your hair and pulled. You whimpered and he rolled his pants down to his thighs. He dragged his tip along your wet folds and you spread your hands over his chest.

You shook your head and tried to beg with your eyes. You pushed on his chest and he lined himself up with your entrance. He slammed his hips down and you yelped as he impaled you to his limit. Your fingers clawed at the lapels of his jacket as he began to rock. You went limp beneath him as your body buzzed. You were repulsed by how good it felt.

He sat up and grabbed your thighs. He held your legs against him as he watched his cock slide in and out of you. Each thrust came sooner than last, harder than the last, deeper than the last. You reached out and balled the duvet in your fists as you tried to breathe away the mixture of agony and ecstasy. It didn’t work.

You came again. This time you shook even more and exclaimed louder than before. He let go of your left leg and reached to pulled your bra down beneath your tits. He kneaded as he tilted into you.

“Say my name,” He commanded. You shook your head and he pinched your nipple. “Say it!”

“Loki,” You whimpered.

“Again.” He growled.

“Loki,” You repeated.

“Keep going.”

His name tumbled from your lips over and over. Each time he pounded into you, you recited the syllables. You came a third time and covered your face in shame. You were dizzy and confused. He sank into as deep as he could and the bed stilled. You felt him spill inside of you, his cock twitched as he groaned.

You went quiet and all strength drained from your body. He sighed and eased himself out of you. His cum leaked down onto the duvet between your legs as he crawled backward off the bed. You drew your legs together as he stood. He bent to grab your pants from the floor and tossed them over you.

He tucked his cock away and zipped up his fly. He pushed his shoulders back and let out another deep breath. He watched you smugly as you shakily sat up and grasped your pants. His eye brow crooked and he felt around in his jacket as it began to buzz. He pulled out his phone and read the screen.

“That’s the wife,” He said. “Shit. I’ll have to let her know I’m running late.”

You blinked as he turned and answered the phone. Your eyes were wide and your heart seemed to stop as he opened the door and disappeared into the hall. His wife. You hadn’t thought you could feel worse but like many things, you were wrong.

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