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kquil · 2 months
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REMUS LUPIN | 13:53 — ONE NEGRONI
SUM : to help pay the bills and your tuition fee, you get a new job at an elite club where the tips are incredibly generous. you’ve met a majority of the clientele already but they don’t match the stranger who ordered a simple negroni
TAGS. : mafia au ; modern au ; muggle au ; mobster remus ; mafia boss remus ; bartender reader ; reader is a hard working sweetheart that must be protected! ; catching remus’ eye ; remus lowkey wishes he can be the one to do the protecting ; and maybe more ; for now, he’s a low key stalker ; but sexy… ; stalking is bad, don’t do it! ; this is just fiction! ; but hey! remus owns an elite club! wooooo! ; i don’t know how to feel about my interpretation of the marauders as mafia men/mobsters ; it’s growing on me… ; also, im casting peter pettigrew as Dane DeHan in this!
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It wasn’t as if you were new to the job; you had previously worked some years as a bar tender for a pretty well-established club, it paid well and managed to help pay for your rent and utility bills for most of your higher education years. However, all the built up stress and sleepless nights finally caught up to you. And you found yourself repeating a year, meaning that you needed to pay for your own tuition this year atop all the other monthly bills and necessities you keep up with. Perhaps it was the universe telling you that you needed to stop and change the direction of your life — you needed to choose an easier path, a doable path. But you were stubborn and also quite the optimist. So you kept at it, determined to finish what you started and earn your degree. 
Yes, it was a let down but you were still breathing. Life just gets hard sometimes. 
Thankfully, your past experience and phenomenal recommendation letter from your previous manager earned you another bar tending job at a very elite club, where tips were more than generous, considering the clientele composed primarily of the privileged class, some with multiple businesses under their belts, some who were phenomenal investors and some living off their parents’ money. You didn’t care to look too much into it, you were there to work and you were going to work hard and honestly. 
The patrons surprisingly had very similar tastes and so, you fond yourself making the same types of drinks repeatedly. It made the job a lot easier and you were able to focus more on your delivery and interaction with customers, leading to more tips. Times were rough after having to accept defeat with your studies and repeating a year with your own funding but things were looking up. If you keep at it, you’ll make it out alive. 
Your only complaint was the dress code. Make up was advised with a bold red lip but must be kept simple. You felt like a showgirl of some kind, squeezed into a high collar, white dress that came down to your mid thigh and with a low-cut, open back. The sleeves aren’t as long as you would like but, at least, you were permitted to use black kitten heel court shoe pumps as opposed to stilettos — your only saving grace, along with the higher salary and generous tips. 
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“Looks like we have a newbie working the bar,” Sirius points out, drawing all attention to your lively figure as you served drinks with a sweet smile and airy voice. A hum of curiosity vibrates through Remus’ chest and up to his lips at the sight of you, “certainly easy on the eyes, huh?” the tattooed, right-hand comments again as he looks towards the head of the table where Remus holds up his glass of Negroni. 
“Very… innocent— a sweet, pretty, little thing,” James comments on Remus’ other side, which Peter grunts at in agreement as he takes a sip of his whiskey-sour. 
“Looks like she doesn’t belong,” Peter nods before smirking and letting out a light laugh. The domino effect had James and Sirius laughing too as Remus smirks behind his glass before proceeding to down the rest of his drink. 
“Exactly your type, eh? Moony?” 
Sirius’ teasing comment is ignored. Instead, Remus calls for there server and orders another drink with an additional request that only confirms his smirking friend’s disregarded statement, “Have the new bartender personally deliver my drink for me as well,”
There was no higher authority that could dismiss the club owner’s personal request. 
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It was a strange request but you steeled your nerves and asked your fellow bartender to minister your unattended station while you made quick work on the order. It wasn’t unusual to receive requests like this from an isolated table that had privacy curtains for convenience. However, it was usually for drinks that you could make a show out of like a Holy Water cocktail, a Phoenix cocktail and even a Dragon’s Blood cocktail — a performance that you liked partaking in for the flammable aspect. But this was a Negroni. A cocktail of equal parts gin, saccharine vermouth and bitter Italian Campari. It’s a very egalitarian drink that was enjoyed by everyone, men and women alike, simple but elegant and definitely didn’t require a performance. Despite the odd summons, you were eager to fulfil your curiosity for who the client may be. 
With a professional smile, you place refined mix in the middle of your circular tray with it’s classic orange garnish and set off to the table. The standby server, who made the order, saw your approach and quickly announced your arrival through the small front opening, momentarily disappearing into the shadow of the curtains. He reappears a moment later and pulls the heavy drapes fully apart, to reveal the guests from beneath the, once, opaque shadows. 
To say that you were stunned was an understatement. 
It was pure luck that you didn’t stutter in your stride and spill the cocktail prematurely. At the table was seated four men, all dressed in suits and ties that were in various states of disorder. Among their collection of suits, you could spot Armani and Tom Ford, however, you were sure that their unconventional styles were not the way those suits were intended to be worn. 
One man with long, midnight-black hair and paper-pale skin had an array of mismatching tattoos littering both arms, revealed to you by his lack of a suit jacket and rolled-up sleeves. Another wore cute circular glasses and a cheeky grin with a suit jacket but no button up shirt and his chiseled upper body on full display. The last was a dirty blonde with piercing eyes and a deceivingly boyish smile. He had his ankle propped up on his opposite knee and several buttons undone where a tie should have been fastened over, his sleeves also rolled up as his suit jacket lay beside him.
It was the man at the head of the table, however, who stole your attention. If you had to guess who ordered such a simple but elegant drink, it would have to be him. He had his suit jacket draped over his broad shoulders and also had several of his top buttons undone, revealing some faded scars marked across his toned chest. His neat brunette hair and kind brown eyes gave him a deceivingly gentle appearance but his close company revealed a duplicity that caught and tensed your nerves.
You ignored the creeping goosebumps that prickled your skin, down from your toes all the way up to your ears. 
Just do your job…
“Gentlemen,” you addressed kindly with a slight tilt of your head, which they acknowledged with their own hums of acknowledgement, their eyes lighting up in subtle surprise at your actions, “I have an order for a Negroni,” you raise your tray with the drink and scan the four for some indication as to who the order belonged to. 
“That would be for me,” just as you suspected, it was the brunette with the kindest eyes but also the most ominous air. His voice is a deep and smooth lullaby, patient with it’s seduction on your senses. It was a trap that you resisted but are so hopelessly tempted to fall into, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he meets your eyes as you lower the drink into his large, outstretched hand. You notice how his knuckles and fingers are littered with scars also, some fresh, some faded with time and some hidden behind luxurious rings. Nevertheless…
He’s beautiful 
She’s precious 
“Not a problem,” you reassure with a soft voice, “have a good evening,” with your circular tray pressed against your side, you offer him an innocent smile and dismiss the butterflies in your stomach urging you to linger, “gentlemen,” you acknowledge the remaining three once more before offering another sweet smile. Turning on your heel, you leave the group and ignore the stares drilling holes into the back of your head.
She doesn’t know… 
Once you were out of earshot, Remus turns to his closest friends and most trusted colleagues. They all share a look, one that conveys a unanimous thought. It isn’t long before their agreement manifests into knowing smiles and a ring of laughter shared between them.
“Don’t get greedy now, Moony,” Peter chimes in as Sirius throws his head back with a barking laugh. 
“That’s not gonna stop him Wormtail, you know that; she’s a rare one,”  
“So what’s the plan, bossman?” James asks with a raised brow as he brings his drink up to his lips.
Remus doesn’t answer right away, he simply requests that the curtain remain open so he can fix his fond gaze on you for the remainder of the evening. The group already knew what to do and sat at the edge of their seats, awaiting orders eagerly despite their slack shoulders and composed expressions. Only they were able to observe the shift in the air between them; it became charged as soon as you entered their circle and slowly started accelerating, parallel to the climbing affection in Remus’ eyes as he watches you smile at customers while making their drinks. 
He takes a singular sip of his Negroni, bitterly sweet with a citrus edge. 
Heaven in a glass. And made by an angel. 
“I want a background check and profile put together immediately,” Remus finally orders, “I want to know everything there is to know about her,”
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A/N : i downloaded some fics and read some over the holidays and there some mafia/mobster aus and i couldn’t help but picture remus as a mob boss, i’m sure im not the only one to ever imagine this but goddamn! why is it so easy to imagine sweet, gentle, responsible remus like that?!
NAVI.
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zu-is-here · 10 months
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Rose
Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish
Mobster AU by help-im-a-gay-fish & jann-the-bean
Ccino by black-nyanko
Nightmare by jokublog
Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch
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Rewriting history in the 1920's
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Been listening to Alice Francis' - St James Ballroom, Shoot him down and The Correspondents' - Fear & Delight on repeat and my gosh, I've been wanting to draw 1920's inspired Drakgo for along time now! I intended for this to be a joker card of a full set of Kim Possible playing cards (@creatorping pointed out that Kim would make a great King, Monique a Queen, Ron the Jack (of all trades) and I think Wade as an Ace) but it's a bit too ambitious to fully shade all those cards as well, maybe I do it in the future but for now nope. Special thanks to my BF for knowing a shit-ton about weaponry and telling me what would suit the best. Got an entire list but I went in the end with Tommy gun. I'm not that good at drawing them tho :')
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kaunis-sielu · 3 months
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Dangerous Places: 10
He slowly builds your trust over the next few weeks. It really is the little things, him noticing when you need something, like an ingredient or snack that you like. He’s already proven that he watches your numbers and has brought you several more records to play so it’s not so quiet in the house. The first time he gently touches your waist and you don’t flinch he hums softly,
“You’re getting more comfortable with me. ” He purrs into your hair and it makes your heart pound in the best way, “Good girl.”
“Thank you.” You don’t know how to handle the praise so this seems to be the best response.
“What are you making?”
“Peppermint truffles.”
“You sure love your sweets don’t you Bunny?”
“Yea, I like the challenge that they provide too.” You tell him as you work, Steve stays standing behind you. Previously this would have been far too close for your comfort but now you find you don’t really mind.
“I’m thinking this’ll be over in a month.” He says and you glance behind you at him.
“Really?” You don’t want to get too hopeful because it’ll hurt so much worse if you can’t disappear then.
“Yea, and I found someone who can take care of your brand. A friend of Bruce’s has some experience with burns, he’s going to come take a look later.”
“Will you be here?”
“No.”
“I’d like someone else here.”
“I’ll get someone,” he promises, “so good Bunny.” Steve says and it takes every ounce of self control you have to not preen.
The doctor that Steve had promised comes later that night. Carol is with you, of all the women that Steve could’ve asked you’re glad he picked her.
He walks you through the procedure, and while it sounds painful and scary you don’t care. You want the brand off.
“When can you do it?” You ask and he looks thoughtful,
“Right now.”
“Let’s do it.” You tell him and Carol looks surprised,
“You want to do this now?” She asks and you nod. There’s nothing you would like more than having the brand removed. “I’m going to call Steve while he gets set up.” She says and you shrug, she can do whatever she needs to.
When he’s ready you sit in a chair and he starts his work. The pain is indescribable, you can’t believe you’d gone through this once before.
“If you need to pass out just do it.” The Doctor says and you nod. Carol is watching and looks horrified, you can’t look. If you look you’re going to throw up, then pass out. You’ve got your eyes closed and you’re taking slow, deep breaths but the pain is too much and like the Doctor said, you pass out.
When you come to arms are around you and your arm feels like it’s on fire.
“How long?” Steve’s voice is right behind you, he must be the one holding you. He wouldn’t let anyone else.
“Maybe an hour?” Carol says and you blink your eyes open. “She’s awake.”
“Hey Bunny. How you feeling?”
“My arm is on fire.” You tell him going to touch it but he catches your hand with his before you can.
“You’re not supposed to touch it Bunny.” He says gently, “We have to put a cream on it and redress it tomorrow but leave it for now.”
“Hurts.” You whimper and he shushes you gently as Carol leaves the little house.
“I know. I’m sorry.” He soothes, for a powerful man he’s so gentle with you. It’s like he knows what you need, that quiet strength. “I’m proud of you though Bunny, you did a real brave thing.”
“I couldn’t look at it anymore.” You whisper and he hums, you’re pretty sure that he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m sorry it took so long. We can do something special when it heals.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll take you out, on a proper date.” He says softly, “if that’s okay with you.” You stare at where his hands are resting on your legs holding you gently to him,
“Yea I think that’d be okay.”
“Good. I have some work to do, you can come with me if you want.”
“What kind of work?”
“Paperwork. For my business.”
“What kind of mob does paperwork?” You ask and he chuckles softly,
“No Bunny, my legit business. Being in the mob doesn’t make that much money. I’m the CEO of my family’s insurance company.”
“Oh.” You’re surprised by this, all Crossbones had done was mob business. “What about Bucky?”
“What about him?” Steve seems
“Does he have another job?”
“He’s my head of security.” That makes sense, “you wanna come with?”
“What would I be doing?”
“Just keeping me company.” He offers and you close your eyes for a second, you’re content sitting here with him but he’s allowing you to leave the house. Even if it is with him.
“Do I need to look nice?”
“You do look nice.” He says and you look down at yourself. You’re in a black hoodie and a pair of black athletic pants.
“I think you and I have different ideas of nice.” You tell him and he laughs softly, “I’ll come with but I want to put on some jeans at least.”
“I can wait Bunny.” He helps ease you up off the couch and you go back to your bedroom and change into a black tee and a pair of jeans before putting on the brand new black tennis shoes Natasha brought you the first week.
When you go back out into the main part of the house Steve is standing by the front door. When he looks up at you his eyes travel the length of your body and it makes butterflies dance in your stomach.
“You ready?”
“To leave? Hell yes.” You tell him and he laughs softly.
“Okay, if anything goes down you listen.”
“I will.” At this point you’d probably agree to just about anything, he’s letting you leave your cage. Steve offers you his hand and when you take it he looks pleased, then leads you out of the front door and back into the warehouse. You’re fairly certain it’s night out but really you can’t be positive, it’s hard for time to exist when you don’t see the sun.
When you get outside you see you were right, the sky is dark and the air is crisp and you stop walking, you have no idea how long you’ve been in there but the fresh air smells so good. You close your eyes and breathe it in and Steve doesn’t try to get you to move.
“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, when you look over at him he looks ashamed of himself, “I should’ve let you come outside. I’ve been abusing you.” You’re not going to argue with him, it’s been absolute shit being stuck inside for so long. “I’ll do better.” You won’t get your hopes up, then again he usually makes good on his promises. The only one he hasn’t kept yet is letting you go.
“Can we ride with the windows down?”
“No, it’s not safe.” He says and you sigh softly but understand. You start walking and he joins you, as if he wanted to wait to make sure that you were ready to go before he brought you to the car.
“What is your family company name?”
“Shield Insurance.” He says pulling open the door in the back of the car.
“Is that home or car? What kind of insurance?”
“Mostly business.”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s not like my dream job but it’s fine.” He says sliding into the back with you. It’s then you realize Bucky is in the driver’s seat.
“What would your dream job be?” You ask as the car starts moving and Steve looks thoughtful.
“Artist.” Bucky’s voice chimes in from the driver’s seat, “he’d be an artist.” You’re surprised by this answer but Steve doesn’t argue, he gives a little shrug.
“Yea probably.”
“What kind of art?”
“I like to draw, I’ve started to get into painting lately which has been fun.” This is an interesting, and soft, side to the mob boss. “I like to do people the most.”
“From memory or do you have people sit for you?”
“Are you offering?” He flirts and you grimace causing him to laugh. You like being the cause for that sound more than you should. He’s a mob boss after all, you can’t get too attached, you swore you’d never get burnt again.
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buckyownsmylife · 7 months
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Fuel to the Fire - Chapter 16
The one where Andy isn’t the type of man you can deny, even if what he wants is for you to become his mistress.
Andy Barber is a feared mobster and your best friend’s husband. There were more than enough reasons never to look at him twice. But when he lets you know that he wants you, there’s little you can do to stop the terrible trainwreck you know it’s coming your way.
for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.
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You weren’t in the habit of arriving late. Usually, Andy would pick you up on his way to work, and you’d arrive together. But he’d been so thorough on the way he’d used you the night before, he thought you deserved a few extra hours of sleep.
So he asked his driver to go pick you up around 10 AM, so you could join him in his office. Work had been coming easily to you. It was mostly just answering calls and letting Andy do whatever he wanted to your body, whenever he could find the time.
In all of your time there, you still hadn’t had a chance to make any friends or interact with any of the other employees, so it came as a surprise when you heard your name from the lips of the woman leaning over Andy’s desk when you got to his office that morning.
“I mean… I thought you weren’t interested because you were married,” she almost whispered, yet it was still loud enough for you to hear. “But now that she’s here, I know I have a shot.”
Andy laughed at that, and you smiled victoriously over the shoulder of the woman, who you recognized as Andy’s previous secretary. She’d obviously been nurturing feelings for him, and believing all she had to do was to get him alone in a room so that he’d enact upon them.
“Y/N.” He called you, much to your surprise. But of course he had noticed your arrival, the man noticed everything. “Would you care to explain to Bridget why I’m not interested in her proposal?”
You stood there in front of them for a little while, trying to figure out what it was that Andy wanted you to say. Bridget looked mortified and furious, all at the same time, her chest heaving with the power of her breaths, and you wanted nothing more than to tell her off.
So that’s what you did.
“Mr. Barber already has someone to satisfy him,” you informed her in your best professional voice. “Not that you could ever fill in the role, anyway.”
Bridget almost ran out of the room, and you turned to Andy, waiting to see if it was what he wanted.
“Come here,” he ordered, one arm stretched out to you. “I want to eat this little pussy.” It was his way of congratulating you, you knew that now. But the door was still open, and Bridget’s table had a perfect vision of Andy’s, so you hesitated.
And in that second of hesitation, Andy’s eyes darkened.
“Now.”
You stumbled in his direction, not thinking twice about following his orders now that you had inadvertently disappointed him.
“Undress.”
One by one, the pieces of your clothing fell off, making a mess out of his office’s floor, but he didn’t seem to care, so you didn’t, either.
You liked the way he looked at you when you were completely nude. It was like he was fucking you with his eyes, letting you know all of the nasty things he was going to do to you later.
“Hop on the table.” The second you were on the furniture, he was onto you, spreading your legs even further so his shoulders would fit in between them.
“I want to kiss you right here,” he said, already pressing said kiss on your clit, only to tease you and provoke an ungodly amount of lubricant to come out of you, in your need for him.
He knew it and he loved it.
“Relax, baby,” he spoke as he spread his hands on the inside of your thighs, licking his lips at the sight of you all open and ready for him. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
The flash of light surprised you, and you opened your eyes to find just a glimpse of Andy’s phone right before he hid it away inside his pocket once more.
“For later,” he explained, even though he didn’t have to. He was the boss, in the office and in your relationship. His word was law to you.
It wasn’t until the third or forth orgasm that he brought you that you realized his gaze was on Bridget the entire time.
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world-of-aus · 2 years
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Drabble;
I Will Not Give You Up - Despite what his family thinks of you James Buchanan Barnes will not let you go easily.
Pawn; James Barnes let you go, but now he wants you back, and he takes what is his.
Pawn II; Accompaniment drabble to Pawn.
Obsession;  James Barnes was taken with you from your first interaction. He wants to give you the life you deserve, but in order to do that he needs to take care of the problem. Your boyfriend.
* Sit Pretty;  The boss isn’t happy with you.
Tell Me I’ve Been Lied To; James Barnes sought revenge. The victim? Your heart.
Bad Girls Don’t Get Rewards; (Steve Rogers x Reader)  “bad girls don’t get rewards,” he replies, “go fix yourself up, and be quick we’ve got company coming.”
Bad Girls Do Get Rewards; (Steve Rogers x Reader)  Apparently bad girls did get rewards.
One Shot;
New Beginnings; James Barnes wanted to give you the life you deserved.
Dame At The Diner; James Barnes want’s to talk, he won’t be taking no for an answer.
* Dame At The Diner II; Part II to Dame At The Diner, things get cleared up and James finally gets what’s his.
Boy’s Like You; James Barnes never meant to keep such a big secret from you, he was afraid he’d lose you if he told you, and he still did - or at least he thought.
Boy’s Like You II; Part II to Boy’s Like You.
* Rings; James Barnes show’s you who you belong to.
Mini Series;
A Maiden’s Tale; Growing up you found yourself working with your mother for the Barnes residence. You didn’t expect to make friends, much less find a person your heart loved. A love that you couldn’t have because it wasn’t written in their books, so you have to forget. Fast forward years later and your once more working for the Barnes residence, but now you’re working for their son, the one your heart yearned for, but will the set arranged marriage keep the two of you from one another.
Series;
Family matters; You should have heeded your father’s warnings to stay away, now HIS demons have come to collect, and they come in the form of the Notorious mob boss James Buchanan Barnes, but is there more than meets the eye?
The Light We Lost;  James Buchanan Barnes had been it for you, and you wanted to believe that what the two of you had, was you making it. You wanted to be the other side of the statistics that actually made it, but your marriage wasn’t meant for this life. You fought hard to make your way back to him, to get him to see you, but life had a funny way of kicking you down when you were already down.
Tales Of Submission; (On Hiatus) James Buchanan Barnes king of Brooklyn, exuded power, he took what he wanted without repercussion. He had never been told no, been held back from getting what he wanted, until he met you.
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rat-withapencil · 1 year
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mobster bob ayyyy fuggedaboutit
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lokidokieokie · 11 months
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Betrayal in the Shadows
Summary: An undercover cop, Bucky Barnes, and a mob boss, Y/n, struggle with their intense connection as their worlds collide and ultimately shatter in the face of betrayal.
Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mobster!Reader
Warning(s): betrayal, angst, no happy ending, sad!bucky, sad!reader
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Bucky Barnes had been working as an undercover cop for the past six months, infiltrating the inner circle of one of the most notorious mob bosses in the city. He had seen and done things that made his stomach churn, but he couldn't deny that he was drawn to the woman in charge. She was fierce, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful. They had an intense connection that kept pulling them together, despite the danger that lurked around every corner.
Y/n, the mob boss, had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone before. Bucky Barnes was a mystery to her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She trusted him with her life, and he had proven his loyalty time and time again. They spent long nights together, planning their next move, and their conversations often turned personal. They talked about their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. They knew each other better than anyone else, and yet there was always something unsaid between them.
One night, after a successful heist, they found themselves alone in the back of a dimly lit bar. The air was thick with tension, and they both knew what was about to happen.
"You know we shouldn't be doing this," Bucky said, his voice low and husky.
"I know," Y/n replied, her eyes locked on his.
"But I can't help myself," he admitted, moving closer to her.
"Neither can I," she whispered, before their lips met in a heated kiss. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before, and they both knew that it was just the beginning.
But their moment of bliss was short-lived. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a group of police officers stormed in, pointing their guns at them.
"Hands up where we can see them! You're all under arrest!" one of them yelled.
Bucky felt his heart drop as he realised that it was his squad. He had been so focused on you that he had forgotten that he was a cop, not a criminal. He was here to do a mission, not fall in love.
Y/n's expression changed from shock to heartbreak in a matter of seconds. She knew what this meant. She was going to prison, and her empire would crumble. She looked at Bucky with tears in her eyes, and he could see the pain and betrayal in her gaze.
"Bucky, how could you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I'm sorry," he said, his own voice filled with regret. "I didn't want it to end this way."
"You betrayed me," she spat, pulling away from him. "I trusted you with everything, and now you've destroyed me."
"I know, and I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer to her.
"Save it," she said, turning away from him. "You've done enough damage already."
As she was dragged away and placed in the back of a police car, Bucky watched her disappear into the night, feeling like he had lost a part of himself. He knew that what they had was special, and he had been foolish to think that they could keep it a secret forever. He had betrayed her trust, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.
Y/n, on the other hand, was consumed by a feeling of emptiness. She had built her entire life around her criminal empire, and now it was all gone. She had never thought that she would fall in love, especially not with a cop. She had trusted Bucky with everything, and now he had turned against her.
Their connection was shattered, and there was no going back. What could have been the best thing in their world was destroyed before it could even begin. There was no happy ending for them, only a bitter end.
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A/N So, I've decided that I will now be writing for Bucky too :)
🏷 @thewaithfuckingannoyme @evelyn-kingsley @moonlight-ee 
lemme know if you'd like to be tagged in anything Bucky related
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misguidedasgardian · 2 years
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Best deal Ever
2. Midnight snack
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MASTERLIST
Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!reader
Chapter summary: James Buchanan Barnes was one of the bigger mobsters in New York City,  sadly for you, you must be the only person that didn’t know that, sadly enough he didn’t just gave you an incredible moment, he gave you a positive pregnancy test 
Warnings: cursing, age gap (bucky is 39, reader mid 20's) involuntary living situation, mob related business, implied threatening and bribing, talk about alcohol, drugs and sex… pregnancy! and discussions about it… I think that’s it
Wordcount: 4.7k
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Bucky was amused when one of his maids came to find him and told him the police were at the door, wanting to speak to him… Since none of his sources had told them heat was coming his way, he might have had a clue of the reason they might be here.
Two beat cops were waiting for him at the grand foyer. both looking extremely nervous, rookies, he thought
“Yes, gentlemen?” he greeted and both jumped on their spot 
“We have a report filed by a young woman who is allegedly kidnapped in this property” explains the policeman, swallowing hard. Bucky just looked at him funny
“Really?” he asked, smiling widely
“We know who you are Mr Barnes, but I hope you understand that we have to follow each report we get
“I totally understand gentlemen,” he said softly. As he looked at you in the corner of his eyes coming down the stairs. He turned around to meet you and you just looked at the scene in terror
“He won’t let me leave” you said softly. both police man looked at each other, and then they looked at Bucky
“I’m sorry Mr Barnes for your troubles, you know we are mandated to check every report we get”
“Well gentlemen, leave now” both policemen turned around AND LEFT! you looked in terror how Bucky kept looking at you with amusement in his eyes
“I have the NYPD in my pocket love” he muttered, “Gods, you are lucky you are pregnant,” the final phrase made you flinch as goosebumps formed in your back, and you only managed to turn around and ran back to your bedroom
Perhaps you really managed to piss him off now, perhaps this was the end of the relatively nice mobster who kept you prisoner, was he going to lock you up for real now?
You waited but nothing happened, he didn’t come for you in rage, he just didn't show…. The one who did, was Cleo, the doberman showed up in your room with her wagging tail and big eyes, sniffing everything around, the things Bucky’s goons brought you from your place. Bucky had said that his dogs weren’t nice, but she came close to your sitting form in the bed and placed her big head in your lap, and you pet her until she closed her eyes enjoying the caress 
You grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialed your best friend, the one who knew about your pregnancy and who you had been texting non stop. It rang three times before she picked up
“Lizzie, he has me trapped in here” you muttered, “He won’t let me leave, and I even called the police…”
“Wait, he let you keep your phone?” she asked, confused
“Yes!” you called, “And I called them and when they came in here, they referred to him as Mr Barnes, I told them he wouldn’t let me leave and they laughed in my face, they apologized, AND THEY LEFT!”
“Holy shit!” she screeched, “Did he lock you up or something?” she asked
“No, he gave me this huge room, and brought all my things… and told me I can do whatever I wanted, and that I had to carry the pregnancy to term here”
“Well, that doesn’t sound so bad” she tried
“He won’t let me leave!” you cried
“But he isn’t being… like… violent or anything?” 
“No…”
“You need to talk to him love, talk some sense into him” 
“I think I made him mad with calling the police, although he didn’t seemed angry” 
“If he has the police in his pocket this wasn’t probably going to do anything”
“Yeah you are right” you muttered
“You can call me whenever you want” the call ended shortly after that. That was it? running away on foot clearly wasn’t an option, the property had a 8 foot fence, three dobermans and paid mafia goons, and you guessed than an amazing security system, so just trying to run wasn’t going to cut it
Are you going to give up? For now
You walked towards the pile of boxes of your things and started unpacking. You weren’t going anywhere, not on your own at least, so you unfolded your clothes and started ordering them in the walk-in closet that led to your very own bathroom, a huge marble bathroom. 
“You are setting everything up?” you jumped in your spot when you noticed Bucky standing in the doorframe. 
“Yeah” you muttered, “Clint and Scott brought all my things” he raised his eyebrows when he heard you calling his “associates” by name, but it amused him. He noticed that you were accompanied by Cleo, who was curled up in the corner, watching you, and moving her tail happily. The thing is… he didn’t lie, usually his dogs weren’t very friendly, but with you? they seemed to like you
“Ok listen” you looked at him scared, but he didn’t seem angry, but you stopped your movements to sit on the edge of the bed to look at him. He sat on the bedroom bench, turning to see you. This seemed to be a serious conversation, “I’m sorry for calling you a whore, you didn’t deserve that, that was uncalled for”
“Ok…” you said softly, inviting him to continue
“I don’t really know you and if we are calling names, I’m just as guilty for participating in the bathroom activities” he said scratching his neck
“I accept your apology” you said softly, he just smiled, “But why do you want to keep me here?” you asked
“You are expecting my child” he said softly, “You don’t have any family near, you don’t have a job, this can be helpful for you, to stay here, I’m trying to protect you” 
“Ok” you sighed loudly, crossing your arms over your chest
“You are not going to fight me anymore?” he murmured
“No, but, how can I know if I can be safe here?” you said, squinting your eyes at him, trying to tell him you were serious 
“I would never hurt you” he said simply, “I just want you to be safe, ok?” you nodded, “I can’t say that if you want to you can leave, but I want us to get to know each other, after all… we will be bonded for life”
“Yes…” you said softly, “You might be right”
“So, can you join us for dinner?” 
“Us?” you asked
“My friend Steve is here, he wants to meet you” he said softly, “This is… an unusual situation, for all of us concerned” 
“Ok” you haven’t even noticed how hungry you were, and that it was 7 pm already, it’s been a busy day, “I will join you, I’m starving”
“OK sweet girl, meet us in the dining room when you are ready”
“Where is it? I’m going to get lost” you muttered, he only smiled widely
“Down stairs, you cross the grand foyer and you’ll find the living room, double doors on the left, that is the informal dining room where we normally eat. You just nodded
“Thanks” he smiled and stood up, leaving you alone, it didn’t take long for you to join him, perhaps he was waiting for you, so you followed his directions and found, easily, the informal dining room
“Aw! there she is!” a woman screamed, excited and running towards you, she was a middle age woman, but gorgeous, long auburn hair, round glasses and kind eyes
“Hello” you muttered, she seem to examined you from head to toe, finishing in your smiling face
“Isn’t she a cutie?” she asked the two men that were seated in the dining room table 
“Yeah she is” muttered Bucky
“I’m May” she introduced herself, “I’m the chef of the manor, anything you want me to make you, you just ask and I’ll cook it for you, ok darling?” you nodded eagerly, “I already have an expertise for cooking for pregnant women” she giggled, and you opened your eyes at the surprise, 
“I’m (Y/N)” you introduced in turn, “And thanks”
“You just let me know of any allergies” she said softly, “Ok?”
“Yes ma’am” you muttered, and she screeched happily again
“I wanted to meet you, it’s been a while since we had a lady inside this walls” she grabbed you by your shoulders and she trailed down your arms, caressing you in a comforting way
“It’s nice to meet you” you said softly, and she couldn’t help it and hugged you tightly, you huff because you weren’t expecting it, but reciprocated the hug nonetheless. It was nice to have a maternal figure near you in this situation 
“You let me know if that man makes you upset in any way and I’ll hit him with the rolling pin, ok?” she offer after she let you go, you nodded again enthusiastically
“Ok, May” called Bucky, “Don’t scare the girl”
“I mean it James” she warned, she winked at you and then disappeared through the door that you assumed led to the kitchen. Bucky then stood up from the table and motion you to get close to him, which you did
“I want you to meet Steve,” he presented. You had seen the dirty blond man before, but now he officially struck your hand in a strange greeting. After that you took your seat at Bucky’s right hand. 
“You are the snitch” you said bitterly, he was the one, according to Bucky who “found you”. He only grumbled, not liking his nickname
“Doll don’t be mean, he brought you to me, reunited you with your baby daddy” Bucky said
“That's one way to look at it” you grumbled, you looked around the table and you found yourself with more plates and food that you had ever seen together, different meats, pasta, salads, even a raging red lobster, food for every taste and whim
“May went overboard” he explained, “She didn’t know what you liked to eat” 
“This is a lot” you muttered
“Don’t worry, between us, the staff and pets, nothing is ever going to waste” he said calmly, you just nodded
“You are not used to things like this?” asked Steve, he seemed to be mocking you
“Na, only the occasional ramen cup, you know, and sometimes a nice steak” you muttered, not paying mind to his mockery, “And the cravings are insane!” you giggled, “right now submerging that oxtail into what i’m guessing is a mushroom soup is really calling to me” Bucky laughed, really enjoying it, Steve moved his nose like the girl from bewitched in something like disgust, but you paid it no mind
“Please doll, serve whatever you want” Bucky said encouragingly 
“Tell us about yourself doll” encourage Steve
“Well” you muttered, “I grew up on Idaho, really” you muttered, which seemed to impress the two, “I managed to come to NY to study my dream career, and then after 4 years I started working in my area” you served yourself various food groups from the huge buffet while you spoke, you always found easier to speak when you were occupied doing something else, “I have a group of 4 close friends” you told them, “Only one I speak to everyday, and I haven’t had a boyfriend since college, I don’t have time for it, and in my office we were more girls anyways” you sighed, “Both my parent passed away in an accident, so I was mainly raised by my godmother, but she is occupied now with her real grandchildren, so we don’t speak often” you murmured quickly, so I’m alone in the city with a bunch of college friend you resumed, and then you looked at both man than seemed surprise, “I would ask about you but really I want to be able to be in the space of plausible deniability”
“Well…” started Steve, “bucky and I grew up together in Brooklyn, we were both drafted by the military” he continued, “we did a couple of tours and then we came back home, our mothers were struggling and we did to.. so we were forced to initiate in deals… a little more criminal” 
“So…you've known each other since you were kids?”
“Yeah doll” muttered Bucky, “our mothers were both single moms, so they leaned on each other a lot”
“Do you have more siblings?”
“I have a sister, who lives in Texas” muttered Bucky
“Where is your mom now?” you asked
“In her villa in France, she became oenologist when I bought her that vineyard”
“Oh wow” you muttered
The rest of the night passed swiftly, you were beginning to ge to know Bucky, which you really appreciated 
And before you knew it, they were pouring themselves scotch in their glasses, and you… you wanted to go to sleep
“See you tomorrow love” Bucky muttered in your temple greeting you goodnight, and you just nodded
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You woke up startled because you felt an unidentifiable weight in the bed, you turned quickly expecting the worse, but you found Cleo, sleeping soundly on the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but smile. She sensed you were awake and turned to see you, and accommodated more closely to you, resting her head on your thigh. You caressed her and found her adorable. It wasn’t long before you felt another set of paws and the other doberman, you guessed that was Caesar because he was bigger and bulkier, jumped into bed also with you alongside Cleo, cuddling with her. 
Now you really wanted to go to the bathroom but you didn’t want to lose the canine contact. You were feeling like some sort of dog whisperer 
“Cleo? Caesar?” you heard Bucky voice down the hall, the dog’s ear perked up but they didn’t move. Not until Bucky looked into the room, the door was open since both dogs walked in, and his eyes opened wide when he saw the scene of you in bed with his two dogs
“Morning” you said softly
“Good morning doll” he said, with a smirk, “Are they bothering you?” he asked
“No, I like them” 
“Ok good” he stared, at you, at the dogs, but he stared. He seemed to remember something… he shook his head and then looked straight at you, “The doctor is coming at 9” he said
“Is he coming here?” you asked
“He is a friend of the… family” he said, “he is bringing everything we might need to see the baby” you just nodded
“I’ll be ready”
“Ok then” he then 
You finally managed to get up from the bed, and take a shower, you dressed simply, your favorite pants and shirt, and left your bed, still half an hour to your home appointment, and you decided to find the kitchen, taking advantage of the fact your nausea had not’ come up yet and you wanted to have breakfast 
Just today you found the kitchen, it was huge, with all the gadgets and elements you could possibly desire to make anything you’d ever wanted to eat, and even, you guessed, a kitchen that could make a large quantity of dishes for the huge parties with many guests.
You found May there, and she cheered when she saw you, making you sit in the bar stool in the island kitchen, where she served you with everything you may want french toast and orange juice, benedictino eggs and muffins and bowls of fruit
After a long chat in which you detailed, (at her request) your preferences for each meal, you let out that you were craving plumps like a madwoman, and the promise she made to cook you delicious treats
Bucky came to find you, telling you the doctor was on his way here. 
He took you to a room that looked like it was taken from a doctor’s office, it even had a desk, and a table for medical procedures
“What is this?” you asked him
“I set it up once when Steve got shot in the shoulder” he explain swiftly, “When we need him, my doctor can come here and do small procedures for my men or anyone that needs it” the room also had big cabinets with glass door, behind it you could see bandages, doctor materials, medicine, anything really.  A man with dark and curly hair and glasses came into the room, presenting himself as doctor Banner
He was a close friend of Bucky and his crew, apparently, he was the one to call when you had an emergency in their… line of work 
“Ok let’s get started” the doctor said, sitting across the table that worked as a desk, Bucky and you seated beside each other “Do you consume alcohol?”
“On the occasion party” you muttered, “Not everyday, maybe, twice a month” you looked at Bucky and he was looking back at you, “What you saw was the result of an intervention of my friends calling me the most boring person they ever met” you explained quickly and whispering
“Ok ok I believe you” he smirked
“Good,” the doctor coughed to attract your attention and you only smiled apologetically, “do you smoke?”
“I did in college, you know, alongside drinking, but not anymore”
“Good good, do you do recreational or hard drugs?”
“God no, again in college I might had smoke a couple of joints, but no since then” he smiled and looked up at you from his file
“Great, any medicine you take everyday?” 
“Well, my contraceptive pills, but we know how that turned out” you muttered. He nodded while scribbling in the file
“Any sexual relationships?”
“Just the one,” you said looking at Bucky by your side, “3 months ago” 
“You are abandoning the first and most delicate trimester, but by all the tests and files, I think you might be out of the woods” 
“Good” sighed Bucky, and by the movement of his hand, you could tell he was tense
“Soon, I mean, in the next sonogram we will be ready to see the gender of the baby” he said smiling, “that’s exciting, you might want to tell me if you want to celebrate it with a gender reveal party or something like that,” you looked at Bucky and he didn’t seemed convinced, you either, I mean, who would you even invite to something like that?
“Thanks doc” Bucky said smiling softly
“But I don’t think that’s for us” you said firmly, looking at Bucky that only nodded 
“Let’s see the baby, shall we?” you nodded enthusiastically, “Let’s not get excited ok?” he warned, “We might not hear it, since we are just in the timeline to…” he helped you get into the stretcher. and you uncovered your belly while he prepared everything he needed to proceed. 
“This is going to feel cold” he said softly, while holding the gel, that then he squirted all over your belly. You couldn’t help but giggle, grabbing the edge of the medical bed. Bucky was right next to you, his hands restless by his side, so when Bruce take out the wand and placed it over your belly, without thinking you grabbed his hand on yours, which surprised him greatly, you missed the soft look he directed towards you, whie he gaed upon your face that was anchored in the black and white screen, the image very blurry while Bruce tried to find the small fetus 
“There he is” he muttered, and you saw a small bean on the screen, moving, very unclear and with no shape at all, but there it was… your baby. Bucky squeezed your hand softly, and you squeezed it back
“I’m going to take a couple of pictures for the both of you, ok?” he asked,”And now, let’s see if we can hear the heartbeat” he touched some buttons on the keypad and then… Bucky and you just tensed when you heard it….
A soft and fast beating
You had heard it in movies and series but nothing would have prepared you for the real thing… The beating of your baby’s heart was a sound you will remember forever 
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After recuperating from that emotional rollercoaster… you decided to get to know the place you’ll call home for the next 7 months at least
Bucky didn’t even say a word to you but he walked away once Doctor Banner had. He seemed shook, and you didn’t know if that was a bad or a good thing. It was quite shocking to hear your baby’s heartbeat for the first time 
The doctor has prescribed you with pills for your nausea, so now you just wanted to eat everything that was in your path
And after your adventure when you found more rooms that you could count, including a wine cellar, a gun room, a small cinema, a library and other… you ran towards the kitchen after you couldn’t find Bucky
And before you even reached the kitchen a delicious smell made your mouth water.
A bakery treat was being baked in the kitchen, and the entire house smelled of sugar, something like a pie, and something more you were craving like crazy
And you found May taking out of the even a cobbler
A plum cobbler
“You said you were craving plums darling” she greeted with a huge smile and you just wanted to submerge yourself in the treat
“May I think I love you” you giggled, she smiled and kissed your temple as you seated yourself at the kitchen island to make May company while the cobbler would cool down enough for you to eat 
May would talk to you about her life, of how her sister passed and she had to take care of his nephew, Peter, who was now studying at MIT, with the help of Bucky and his friends. He seems like a great kid and you wanted to meet him. She also told that she had been working for Bucky for almost five years, making you realize that Bucky was 39 years old, a little bit older than you expected, but you didn't really care at this point. May seemed to care for him like another nephew and that also told you a lot about him too, he had people that he cared about taken care of and protected… and now you also fell into that description. Bucky, while he made his goons take you against your will… he really seemed to care about you. He brought you here to his home and gave you -inside of it all- freedom to do whatever you wanted. 
“He might seem a little rough, but he is all gooey in the inside” she said softly
Meanwhile Bucky was shook to his core. 
He had a baby on the way… He already knew but actually being able to see his baby was making him think things… feel things he didn’t thought possible
He was going to be a father! 
He left you, his baby momma, at home and he went to see the only man who could help him through this… his only fiend he knew what it was like, that was making his own family
He came back when it was already night… late at night… he put on his pajamas and got into bed thinking about all the things that happened that day, and mostly, thinking about you. How did he feel about you? It was so soon to make assumptions, but the only thing he knew for sure is that he only wanted you to stay there by his side, he wanted you… but he knew he had to go slow, not to scare you, he already was pushing his luck by making you stay here in his house against your will. 
Bucky had enhanced instincts, he had to, in order to survive as long as he had considering how his business started… When you started living with him, in your state, his senses seemed to have tripled. It was 1 am when he heard you walking out of your room, it was ok, he was awake anyways, it amused him when his dogs raised his ears, clearly hearing you too, and Cleo jumped out of his bed, joining Brutus and Caesar out of the doors he kept a little open, (to hear you). He heard them being greeted by your soft voice, and then you walked away disappearing down the hallway.
He huffed
His faithful dogs became traitors, he slept with the door open, and he could barely sleep anyways… so many changes in his own home, and they all began after you moved in. May cooked delicious treats, even his guards seemed more happy, the maids were giggly and cheered. His house shined with this strange aura that wasn’t there before… You gave it life, or perhaps, your baby did. HIs house was turning into a home 
With a long sigh, he jumped out of the bed, willing to find you. 
And he did… his doberman wiggled their tails as you seated in the island of the kitchen, stuffing your cute face with a delicious pie, or some bakkery treat. You were moaning at the taste, enjoying every bite as you sporadically tossed his dogs their treats. You looked so beautiful, with that tank top that was getting smaller for you, leaving a strip of the skin of your growing belly. those mickey mouse shorts and that pleasure face. Bucky stood there watching you silently, until he couldn’t take it any longer
“I’m glad that you are making yourself comfortable” he said with a soft smile
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you jumped in the spot suddenly scared, “ I’ll leave you to it” you said, ashamed of him finding you eating at 1 am in the morning 
“No, forget it” he said, “Please finish you snack,” you smiled thankfully
“This cobbler is really good,” you moaned, he came closer to lean over the kitchen island and watch the sweet treat you were eating, after petting his dogs, “I get this cravings at the weirdest hours” you giggled  
“Is it a cobbler?” he asked with a raised eyebrow
“Yeah, but it is made of plums” you moaned with your mouth full. He looked at you with wide eyes
“Really?
“I was craving plums so so badly” you confided in him, “And Aunt May baked this for me,” you were so thankful to her
“You are really craving plumps?” he asked again, and just when you left your dessert to look at him is that you saw that look in his eyes
“Yes” you said softly, and he only smiled
“It’s my favorite fruit,” suddenly you felt your belly fluttering, your cheeks heated
“Oh well, our little one likes it too,” you smiled, and a part of you was thinking that maybe it was too soon, you weren't even over the first trimester yet… what if…
“You there?” he asked, and you realized that you had been drifting off in your dark thoughts
“Yeah, sorry”  
“Are you feeling ok?” he asked
“Yeah, the medicine the doctor gave me for the morning sickness is really working, so now I’m just like a hungry tyrannosaurus rex.” he chuckled
“Do you like ice cream?” he asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, “You are going to love this, can I?” he asked, pointing to your plate, and you nodded, he grabbed it, and put it on the microwave, heating it for 30 seconds while he went to the gigantic refrigerator and returned with a breyers vanilla ice cream
“No you aren’t” you moaned, and he laughed when he saw your pleasure face and your pupils enlarge 
“Now that’s a face I recognize from that night” he winked at you and turned to grab the hot piece of cobbler, and then he placed a scoop of ice cream on top of it. You couldn’t help but moan, literally moaned when he gave you the plate
“Fuck” you cursed. grabing the fork and waiting no longer to take it to your mouth and savour it pornographically. He licked the tip of his fingers as he watched you, his eyes darker than normal. you then pushed the plate his way, “Do you want some?” you asked, “This should be considered a sex crime.” 
“Thank you doll,” he muttered, graving a fork and digging in. He moaned in return, “This is pretty good” he moaned
“Best midnight snack ever” 
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Train Delay
Pairing : Mobster Yuri Boyka x Reader
Warnings : Semi-Public sex, Grabbing him in a public space, rough fuck, smut (18 or over only), tearing clothes, spitting
Word count : 2395
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It’s just an average daily ride on the train. The metal beast hissed to a halt, and all the passengers at the station shambled on. The conductor announced the next stop and it lurched forward as it started back up again.
It’s all like clockwork..more or less.
At 6:15 the train arrives (15 minutes late); at 6:25 it leaves the station. Everyone is to be seated by the time the train has departed, that’s when the men leave the front of the train to take their tribute from all the passengers.
Each person hands over a little wad of cash to the large man as he walks down the aisle, and they are allowed to go about their own business.
The mob has run the train since you were a little girl riding with your mother, and not much has changed other than their going rate.
You could have driven a dozen times over by now, but you choose to take the more dangerous way into town just to see him. The large bear-like man in front of the train car, ready to collect the cash for his boss.
He had been the center of your attention since you’d started taking the train into the city about a month back. Your car battery had given out and you had to catch the next public transport out of town.
You remembered the rules and had some money ready when this beautiful burly man stepped in. His heavy boots made the old metal squeak under his feet as he made his way down the row of seats.
Your hand shook as you curled it around your few dollars. The definition in his muscles could even be seen from where his shirt was clinging to his body from the little opening in his coat. The v at the top showed off the dusting of chest hair, and you knew if you got to run your hand down his torso you’d just melt on top of him.
His beard was well trimmed but still thick, and the same could be said about the line of hair at the top of his head in a flat mohawk with a buzz cut on each side.
When you hesitated to hand him the cash that day; too zoned out, staring at him; he’d barked at you to quit stalling, and your heart nearly leapt from your chest.
By the next day you were back on the train, and the same as every morning he was seen walking down the aisle to collect the money. You’re seated at the back of the train-car as you waited for him to make his way to you.
You hold the little wad of money in your left hand with the aisle of the train to your right.
When he made it to your seat, he huffed an irritated sigh, but instead of asking you to hand it over, he'd begrudgingly leaned in above you to take the cash. His peck brushed your shoulder as he towered over you and it left you holding your breath.
You didn’t know what had come over you at that moment, and in a split second your hand pressed to his clothed crotch. The shaft of his cock was in your very grasp through his thick jeans, and the mere thought of its actual size made you sweat. You hear his voice catch in his throat with a grunt before he looks back at you with his jaw nearly hitting your lap.
Your hand was there for just a moment as your terror filled eyes met his dark gaze. You're basically holding your breath until you quickly let go, but he doesn’t move just yet. He leans back up slowly before twisting his head to the side with a pop from his neck joint.
He shakes himself out of the uneasy headspace, and walks past you to collect the rest of the money before leaving through the door at the front of the train car.
You were terrified. You didn’t mean to do something so obscene, it’s like your muscles were moving on their own. You basically just assaulted a man on the train. A MOBSTER no less, and you grabbed his dick in broad daylight!
Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it rocking your body back and forth. If it beat any faster, it would pop right out of your tiny body, successfully spraying half the train in a hefty coat of red regret.
You wanted to sink into the frayed pleather of your seat as you fretted for the rest of the ride, not taking notice of a pair of brown eyes staring daggers at you through the glass of the door sitting at the front of the train car.
Even as the old metal creaks and the train shakes on the uneven track, his gaze never wavered.
When you finally arrived at your station it was a lurch of pure relief, and you couldn’t get away fast enough. You practically bolted out of your seat to push at the door before it even opened. Your haste only garnered a few unsavory stares, but by the time you’d rushed out of the train, nobody cared about this strange lady running towards the women’s restroom.
You needed to take refuge in the only small space you could find. You push through the door and grab ahold of the nearest sink. The stalls were empty and the bathroom nice and quiet. You’d think you were finally free to be a nervous wreck in peace, but you’d be a fool for believing so.
Not once did you take notice of the thunderous thumps of heavy boots meeting the stone floor, as a greatly disgruntled entity followed not too far behind.
No, you didn’t realize that the consequences of your actions had walked aright up behind you until it burst through the door. The flimsy wood clacked against the wall and all that could be seen was that big mean mobster, brown eyes on fire as they stared you down.
“You think you can just run away?!” Those heavy boots were almost as loud as he was. Your lips lock tightly together and you can only shake your head in response. He could break you with one hand; a once exciting fantasy now filling you with fear.
Fear that still pooled in your core while making you shake before him.
‘Thump, thump, thump’ is all you here as he backed you right up against the sink “Open your fucking mouth and speak, bitch!”
“No..sir! I wasn’t running from I-I swear!” Oh, but you were, you ran away from the big bad mobster only to lead him to this secluded place where he could crack you over his knee without any witnesses.
“You think that was funny? Is this joke to you? You grab the big man and everyone will laugh?”
He waves his hands at the indication that you’d embarrassed him on purpose for a cheap chuckle.
“No, no. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! I swear I wasn’t joking with you!” The terror is more than evident on your little face, as you try not to get yourself broken in half by this Russian thug.
“No joke?” His big menacing body corners you back towards the sink until your dress-clad ass is squished against it. You’ll have to grip the side of the counter just to keep from backing up onto it all together. Your efforts were fruitless as each of his large hands grips you by the back of the legs and pushes you the rest of the way onto the counter.
Your thrown on your side and have to scramble to sit up and face him. Your little sounds of struggle bounce off the tiles walls, and yet each one falls on deaf ears. He just stands and watches as you squirm before him, hands still gripping the sides of your legs to keep you from kicking at him. But, your intentions would never be to push him away.
One of his hands slides from your thigh over the fabric of your stockings to grip your ankle. The other hand travels inward between them, letting his nails dig into the shear pantyhose and tearing at it like cheap strings.
“This what you want?!” His voice lowers, it’s almost a request as well as a warning. A softer side of him that only peers out from behind his prickly exterior. Maybe it’s his way of giving you a chance to run away from the scarier part of him. You didn’t want to run this time, but your silent at first as you knuckles turn white from gripping the countertop.
“Answer!” That softness is gone in a matter of seconds, and you stutter out “Y-yes, please. I-I want this..soo bad.”
You slowly pull your legs apart to nervously invite him in, and each of his large hands rest on your thighs where had had destroyed your stockings. It was an obstacle that needed dealt with, much like your little white cotton panties were to him now.
“Good girl. Saying please. Next you say ‘thank you’?”
You nod, but the words don’t come out. He didn’t expect an actual ‘thank you’ and in turn he doesn’t brutishly scold you this time.
He stands right between your legs, but his hand goes straight for the jugular with a tight squeeze. He leans in and bites at your lips and cheek before stealing a violent angry heady kiss, as he fumbled to unzip his jeans.
Your head is pushed too far to look down and see the shear size of what you once had against your palm. You figured it was long and thick, but now that it was hard, pink, and angry, you would have gasped at its girth and realized you would truly be ripped open.
Your breathless as he squeezes the life from your little neck, and the only sensation is his tongue wiggling around yours as the blood rushes to your head. The hand that isn’t anchored to your throat pulls at the soft white fabric that blocked your entrance in a fist full of panty.
His lips leave yours with an audible smack, and you can feel the soft head prodding at folds as it collected your slick dew before pressing into your needy little opening.
The pain of his stretch was dulled along with all of your senses until his hand unclenches from around your throat and a rush of oxygen hits your lungs and brain. He shoved himself to the hilt, practically tearing you apart just as you took your first breath.
His hand snakes around the back of your neck to anchor you as he drags and pulls himself gingerly, giving you just a little reprieve. Now that your airways were open, a stream of moans and wails erupted from your chest to echo around the small space.
His voice was low, nearly a growl, as he dragged himself along your tight walls and hugged you close. It was like being squeezed by a hungry bear. Soft and suffocating, yet just as dangerous.
Through the dull throb of pain and the twist of sweet pleasure you can feel yourself shiver in his arms. Your core flutters and flexes around his thick cock, the the point that it almost hurts to squeeze around him.
The drag of his cock and the lingering graze of his teeth against your skin makes the dim light overhead turn into a bright white as it creeps into your vision.
His thrusts sputter as he shakes your body to meet his. Hi leans in to bite one last kiss from your lips before bottoming out and breaking past the back of your cunt. His thrusts were now sloppy and wet as he filled a complete stranger full of himself.
He can feel a little bit of it leak around his cock as a shudder runs up his spine. He could feel a chilling sweat that had built up under his coat as the cold world came creeping back in.
His knees nearly buckled underneath him and he had to rest your weight back onto the counter to keep himself steady.
He pulls himself away slowly, mesmerized by the sight of his seed spilling out of you and dripping to the floor. When he looks back up, you're still staring at him with wet needy eyes watching him tuck himself back into his jeans.
You were like a sweet little trubochki, filled to the brim with crème.
You try to plant your feet back onto the floor, but the second you touch the ground your heels go sideways.
He grabs you be the waist to steady you as he’s growling out a harsh but breathy “stand the fuck up.”
You can barely comply, and his hand shoots out to clamp down around your jaw. Your mouth is propped open by the force of his thumb and fingers digging into the sides of your face. His lips pucker slightly and a quick spurt of spit is hawked right onto your tongue.
You squeal a little as the taste of cigarettes and coffee stain your little pink muscle.
“Watch your fucking hands next time, yeah?!” His face is still close and his once booming voice was quiet and yet still dripping with aggression. 
“Yes sir” you answered quickly. It was a miracle you could even breathe, let alone respond. One hand barely holding on to his sleeve; another white knuckling the porcelain edge of the sink when he lets you go. It’s almost like free-falling as your ankles shake from the strain of just holding your own body weight.
You had let go of his coat before he turned to leave you, storming his way out of the ladies room. You could still taste and even feel the wad of saliva he’d spat onto your tongue, and now, as you were alone to savor it, you let yourself take a slow swallow.
‘Next time’ will echo on and on in your head for the whole ride home.
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sunshines-child · 4 months
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Here's a rough draft of the intro to my Mafia AU Fanfic!
The first thing you'll see when you step into Olympus is blinding lights and tall, tall buildings that grab like claws towards the sky, as if to consume it whole. Music bustles from every corner, and with that music comes smoke. Thick, choking, black smoke that mixes with the smell of sin and drugs and alcohol, filling your lungs and mugging your head with bliss until you stay. Nobody who's lived in Olympus has left for good. The sin that resides within itself is what grabs at you and holds you back until you cave and stay. You cannot leave.
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arkos404 · 2 years
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Redraw reigen, mobster version
i am normal about this official art i swear
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kaunis-sielu · 3 months
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Dangerous Places: 9
His hands are on the couch on either side of your legs but he’s not touching you.
“You’re bleeding!” You snatch up his hand to examine it before you know what you’ve done.
“I’m alright Bunny.”
“Glass? Did you punch through some glass?”
“Just a little.”
“We need to clean it.” You tell him and he stands pulling you up with him. You go to let go of his hand but he keeps holding yours, he gives you a little half smile.
“You should hold on. Wouldn’t wanna get lost on my way to first aid.” You roll your eyes at him but drag him along behind you anyways. “You’re moving better, are your feet feeling better?”
“Yea,” you tell him, “is there any glass in your cut?”
“Nah Bunny.”
“Wash it out please.” You tell him before pulling the first aid kit out from under the sink. When he’d been here Hulk had restocked it so you know that everything should be good to go. Steve turns on the water as you get out the gauze wrap and a pair of gloves.
You tend to his cut knuckles gently, making sure you wrap them tight enough to stop the bleeding but not so tight that it’ll cut off circulation.
“You’re good at this Bunny.”
“He got into a lot of fights on his way to the top. I was expected to care for him in every way he demanded.” You say softly focusing on the job you’re doing.
“I can do this.”
“No, it’s alright. I don’t mind, it’s kind of nice feeling useful.”
“What have you been doing all day?”
“Reading. Sleeping. Cooking a little. When the girls are here we talk.” You’ve talked about him more than you’d like to admit. He’s an extremely powerful mob boss but the girls really didn’t have much bad to say about him. His legit businesses give back to the community as much as they can, he takes care of his employees and is known for his weirdly strong sense of justice.
“If I could get you some things to do what would you want to do?”
“I don’t know.” You admit, you really don’t know what you’d want to do. “I miss music.”
“Music?”
“Yea, I know that I can’t have my phone but I like music more than tv for background noise. I hate commercials though.”
“So radio is out,” he says, “I’ll come up with something.”
“Oh, thank you.” You tell him securing the gauze around his hand. “Would you like to eat?”
“You don’t have to serve me Bunny.”
“I’m going to eat so if you want to I can make two plates.” You suggest and he hums softly,
“You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“I’m sure.” He studies your face for a moment then gives you a little nod. You move away from him and open the fridge then dig out the leftover lasagna. As you prep for dinner he leans against the couch and texts someone on his phone. You test your glucose then take some insulin while the lasagna reheats.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Get your drink?”
“Okay.” He takes out a beer from the fridge, “What do you want?”
“I just do water.”
“I’ll get it.” He says as you drop your needles in the hard plastic bottle that you’ve been using as a sharps container.
You eat in silence, it’s not exactly uncomfortable but it’s also not comfortable either.
“You made this?”
“Yes.”
“It’s delicious.”
“Thank you.”
“You like cooking right?”
“I do.”
“You need anything for something you wanna make tell the girls, they’ll get you whatever you need. They’ve been kind right?”
“Absolutely.” You’re a little surprised by this question, why wouldn’t the girls be nice to you?
“I know Carol can be a bit harsh sometimes.”
“She’s just honest, which is kind of nice.” You tell him and Steve looks surprised. “What?”
“You seem to read people well. Quickly too.”
“You kind of have to in this life don’t you?”
“I suppose. What have you figured out about me?” He asks, his voice is even and calm but you won’t be telling him anything. If you offend him he could get angry and you’ve seen what his fist can do to glass, you don’t need to see what it could do to you.
“I don’t know.” You say softly after a bite of lasagna. This seems to be the safest thing to say and he studies you.
“You’re afraid you’re going to anger me. You won’t.” It seems he’s good at reading people too, “I know you said actions, and my actions today probably show you that I have a temper, which I do, but the anger wasn’t directed toward you. Not unless you betray me and I don’t think that’s going to happen. Do you?”
“No.” In all honesty that depends on what his definition of betrayal is. The second he lets you go you’re fucking gone, which Brock absolutely would have seen as betrayal, as for Steve, you don’t know.
“Alright then we won’t have any problems.” He goes back to eating like it’s nothing but you have to force yourself to eat, he hasn’t given you reason to really trust him yet. The girls, you’re getting more comfortable with them but you��ve also got your guard up. You’ve been fooled before, you won’t let that happen again. When you’re done eating Steve picks up your plate and brings it to the sink to wash and put into the dishwasher.
This starts a pattern, he shows up everyday for dinner. He never does any work when he’s with you and it’s so easy to forget what he is. He’s charming and kind and brings you a record player with three boxes worth of vinyls.
It’s not until one night when you’re sleeping and he comes in, gently waking you, with a glass in his hand that you realize his attention to detail.
“What’re you doing?” You murmur confused, it’s the middle of the night and he’s in pajama pants and a zip up sweatshirt.
“You’re double arrow down and at 85, you need some sugar.” He tells you handing you the glass, “it’s apple juice.”
“Oh.” You take a sip and stare at him in the darkness. “How did you know?”
“Bruce hooked me up to your system, it alerts me if you’re too low or too high.” You won’t tell him but you’re impressed.
“What time is it?”
“2:30.” He came all the way over here at 2:30 in the morning to give you juice? “Drink up Bunny.” He coaxes so you take another sip. Sometimes drinking the juice too fast makes you feel sick but you don’t want to crash either.
Once you finish the juice Steve takes the glass back.
“Thank you.” You say softly when he’s at the door. He nods and closes the door softly behind him.
When you told him actions would prove to you that he wasn’t like Brock. This is exactly what you meant when you said that, you don’t know how far he lived from here but the fact that he’s got an alarm set up to make sure you stay healthy. You get up and make your way out into the main part of the house and are surprised to see Steve in the living room.
“Everything okay?”
“Yea, I’m just going to test with my test strips. Sometimes the sensor is a little slow.”
“Okay.” He says standing and following you into the kitchen. You test and see that you’re going down still, but it takes about fifteen minutes to see any change.
“Do you need more sugar?” He asks as you take everything apart.
“Not yet. It won’t show for at least fifteen minutes.”
“Wanna sit up with me?” He offers,
“Um. Okay.” So you join him in the living room, “could, could you get me something to sew?” When he looks up at you in surprise.
“Sorry Bunny. What was that?”
“I like to cross stitch, could you get me a project to do?”
“Do you want to look online?” He’s going to trust you to use the internet?
“You’d let me?”
“Yea.”
“Thank you.” You pause, you have another question for him but you don’t want to annoy him.
“What else Bunny?”
“Hmm?”
“I can see there’s another question in there. What is it?”
“How long will I have to stay here?”
“A bit longer.” You feel defeated, it might not be so bad if you had a time frame rather than just question marks. “I’m sorry. We’ve got to be careful about this. If they know I’m coming it’ll be a war rather than the execution I want.” He says it so casually, “I’ll try and have a better answer for you soon okay?”
“Okay.” You agree before standing.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t have my sensor to check my sugar.”
“I can.” He picks up his phone from the arm of the chair and looks at your number. “Oh, good 90 and steady.” You stand and make your way back toward the bedroom.
“Good night.”
“Night Bunny. You need anything and I’ll be here. Don’t wanna leave you alone.”
“Oh, okay.” You tell him before closing the bedroom door and going back to bed.
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prayforelves · 6 months
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Good man turned not-so-good demon mobster au? Sign me up
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alligatorpie1945 · 2 years
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I started this crazy weird idea about a month ago, but lost alot of motivation. IDK if ill ever finish this, so I figured I would at least share with all you what I did get done.
Anyway, what if the Madrigals were a Prohibition Mobster Family?
This apparently.
(Also I made Mirabel the bartender, because I wanted to show that distance between her and her family, everyone talks to her, and yet practically everyone writes her off).
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