#moment of weakness-mob!bucky barnes

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-one

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: I'm not too sure how long this series will be so let's just enjoy it!

Tags(open): @splendidreads @sebsgirl71479 @mdpplgtz03 @pattiemac1 @elizacusi-blog

The heels of my boots smacked against the hardwood floor as I hurried around the room, trying to finish my work. The setting sun had blasted its rays through the window, an indication that I had about a half hour left before the work day had ended and I was able to go home. 

Even though I would have rather stayed longer, with him. 

Part of me thought of going to ask him if he needed me to stay later tonight but that would require me going into his office and talking to him; something I had only done one or twice in the few months of me working here. 

Any time he needed something, he would either write a note and leave it on my desk or send me an email. We barely spoke to each other and if we did it was a quick good morning as he was walking in and a goodnight as I was walking out. 

He was always right behind me in the morning, both of us usually arriving at the same time but he would always stay much later in the evenings, long after I had gone home. 

Being New York’s top mob boss was a full time gig and it kept him busy. Which is why he hired me. When I first applied for the job, I thought I would be the assistant to a C.E.O or something. Needless to say, I had been shocked on my first day when I walked in and noticed who I was actually working for. 

His name was the hush gossip around town, his mob gang running the neighborhood I had lived in my whole life. It has been passed down from generation to generation. When he found out that I had lived here and remembered his grandpa running the gang before his father did, I had been hired on the spot. 

When I told the people in my life of my new job, they were worried for my safety. They reminded me that I could have gotten a job anywhere in New York, why did I agree to this one?

The pay was perfect, exactly what I needed to get by and then some, but the main reason why I accepted this job was because of him. It would have been a lie if I said I didn’t find him attractive. I had to keep reminding myself, though, that it was just a crush. Nothing more. 

Of course, I couldn’t help but worry on how I would be assisting him. But it ended up being the typical mundane tasks any assistant would have. Running errands for him, helping sort his meetings, taking some calls, deterring anyone he didn’t want to see or didn’t have a meeting away. There was only one person who was allowed to walk into his office freely. 

Her.

With a soft sigh, I packed up all of my belongings, the clock on the wall striking six in the evening, and the thought of sitting on my couch in my lazy clothes watching trashy television brought a smile to my face. 

The door behind my desk clicked open and I felt the warmth radiate from him as he walked out, a charming smile across his soft features. 

“Leaving for the night?” 

My eyes glanced at him and felt my heart begin to pound in my chest, the vibrations echoing up to my throat. 

I nodded. “Unless you need something else from me?” 

He shook his head, a smile still plastered over his face. It was almost as if he knew how much his smile made me weak in the knees. The hairs that had been slicked back when he arrived this morning were now a mess on top of his head, no doubt from him running his hand through it. With the light from the lamp on my desk, I could see the few gray hairs that peaked underneath the browns of his beard. 

He looked breathtaking. 

My eyes darted to his left arm, the black and gold vibranium catching the said before light and I had to force myself to look away, so I didn’t get caught staring. 

Except I knew I had because he hid his hand into his jacket pocket.

“No, you go home. Enjoy the rest of the night. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“Have a good night Mr. Barnes,” I smiled with a red face at being caught. 

“I already told you, Y/N. You can call me Bucky,” he insisted. 

I smiled at my boss, James Buchanan Barnes, and while tossing my bag over my shoulder bid him a goodnight with a nod. I could feel his burning gaze on my backside as I walked away. 

I hummed a low tune while I typed away at the computer in front of me, the list of emails waiting to be sent. Bucky had made sure that this task was my number one priority today because the monthly meeting with the other two mob gangs that ran the other neighborhood around us was coming up. He wanted to make sure that those leaders knew what was going to be discussed before they would arrive that day. 

It had been held here at Bucky’s office for the last handful of years because of his reputation and position in the mob. He was well respected among the other gangs, their own leaders looking up to him. The reason for these meetings were to discuss business, of course, but also to make sure that everyone remembered who was in charge. 

A large presence was felt behind me but I didn’t have to look to see who it was. A smile pulled at the corner of my lips but kept my attention on the email I had been typing. 

“Need something?” I asked over my shoulder. 

The blonde smirked. “I’m just wondering when you’re doing the next coffee run.” 

I spun around in my chair, eyes glancing up towards the man. His beard had been a bit fuller since I saw him last week and his long hair was slicked back, his blue eyes shining bright. 

“Last time I checked Rogers. I’m not your coffee runner,” I joked while standing to my feet and gave his chest a pat. 

The firmness of it did not go unnoticed by me. 

Steve chuckled. “It’s Buck. He’s ready for his afternoon coffee with lunch.” 

I nodded. “Is he busy or can I pop in to get his order?” 

He held up a piece of paper in his hand. “I already got it. Bucky wants me to go with you.”

“Sam usually comes with me,” I raised a brow. “

Steve shrugged with his hands in his pockets. “Figured you could use a change of company.” 

I nodded, eagerly to spend some time with him. Steve was not only one of Bucky’s bodyguards but was also his childhood best friend. The two of them grew up together and while I didn’t speak much to Bucky, Steve and I found ourselves talking almost every free chance we could. There had been a few times our conversations had taken a flirtatious route, neither of us correcting it or changing it. What started off as fun was slowly becoming serious which confused the hell out of me.

Admittedly, he was very attractive as well but there was only one man that currently kept my wandering eyes, even if that’s all that it would come too. I wouldn’t allow it to become anything else because of her. 

“Bucky does know that I don’t need someone to come with me almost every time I run errands for him, right?” I spoke. 

Steve nodded. “He does but it’s company policy.” 

I playfully scoffed. “Is that what you think of me, Steve? Company policy?” 

There was a flash of something in his eyes and his tongue quickly darted over his lips. 

“You really want to know what I think?” Steve’s voice became heavy as he took a step closer. 

I met him halfway, chin raised up to him. “Yeah, I really do.” 

We stared at each other, gazes burning, and I couldn’t ignore the way my stomach flipped when Steve’s bottom lip got stuck between his teeth and I knew he heard me suck in a breath when he began leaning closer. 

Someone clearing their throat caused me to move away from Steve and when I saw who had caught us, my heart sunk. 

Bucky stared at the two of us, lips parted in confusion. “Am I interrupting something?” 

Steve sighed while shaking his head. “Always had perfect timing, Buck.” 

A red blush of embarrassment covered my body and I kept my gaze at my feet while the two friends bickered back and forth. I waited for them to finish so I could make the afternoon coffee run, hoping that the rest of the day went by fast. 

“James, you’re not going to believe who I ran into at the shops this morning.”

My head snapped up at the petite voice, eyes watching with jealousy as the woman placed a quick kiss on Bucky’s cheek. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” Bucky mused. 

Steve nodded with a smile. “Hey Natasha.” 

The red head smiled back at Steve. “James keeping you busy?” 

“He’s actually letting me leave with Y/N to grab the lunch order,” Steve joked while looking at me. 

Natasha's gaze followed and even if her smile said one thing, the look in her eyes said something completely different: annoyance. 

“How are you, Y/N?,” she asked. 

I gave her my own fake smile. “Good.” 

It wasn’t news to anyone that Natasha wasn’t happy about Bucky hiring me, she wanting to be the only girl in the office but as Bucky told her many times, it was his choice and his alone. 

“Well, I have to fill you in on my morning,” Natasha returned her attention back to Bucky. 

My broken gaze watched as she cupped his cheek to lay a kiss upon his lips, the diamond on her left-hand glimmering in the sunlight. 

Steve noticed the way I longed to be in her position, so he gently nudged me. “Ready to go?” 

My eyes locked with Bucky’s for a second, a small glimmer mixed with the blue pool of his iris', before I had to force myself to look away once again, now staring at Steve. 

“Yep.” 

Steve wrapped an arm around my shoulder and nodded a fast goodbye to Natasha and Bucky before leading me away from them. 

With our backs to them, I hadn’t seen the look Bucky burned into Steve, who still had his arm nestled on top of my shoulder. 

[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) ♡

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)

♡ Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks/panic attacks, abuse, depression, depressive episodes, PTSD, dry humping, hints to smut, (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine ☀️

(SERIES ONGOING)

Last Updated: 9/8/23

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

⇨ Chapter One

↳ After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.

⇨ Chapter Two

↳ Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.

⇨ Chapter Three

↳ Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.

⇨ Chapter Four

↳ You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.

⇨ Chapter Five

↳ Getting to know each other better doesn’t go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?

⇨ Chapter Six

↳ Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Seven

↳ Bucky finds you making a mess in the kitchen, attempting to bake and offers his help. The two of you get to talking and some reveals about each other begin to come out. Will he finally tell you about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Eight

↳ After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

⇨ Chapter Nine

↳ After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.

⇨ Chapter Ten

↳ Someone comes knocking at your door in the morning. Bucky answers and is surprised with who he finds. Are they going to help them or hurt them?

⇨ Chapter Eleven

↳ The tension can't be ignored anymore between you and Bucky. Steve shows up and he's not alone.

⇨ Chapter Twelve

↳ Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.

⇨ Chapter Thirteen

↳ Your dreams consist of random memories of your parents, but are they really random? Despite the past days of hell—you still find it difficult to resist Bucky. You two spend a heated morning together, devouring each other while you still have these moments.

[inmyicyworld]

New purchase

kinktober - lingerie kink, mirror sex

Summary: You just got a new expensive lingerie set and decided to tease your mafia boss boyfriend with some sexy pictures.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: mob bucky barnes, established relationship, smut, p in v, lingerie kink, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sexy pictures, doggy style, butt slapping, hair pulling, dirty talk.

Author's note: I know for a fact that I won't be able to write for every day of the Kinktober event, but I still want to be a part of it lol. So if any of you have some spicy (or not) ideas, my inbox is open for requests or suggestions.

Also, I had too much fun with AI stuff and y'all... this Bucky Barnes makes me literally weak in the knees😩😩 (I have a few more AI-generated pics to add to my fics, if you'll like it.)

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As soon as the message from you popped up on Bucky’s screen, he was no longer involved in the conversation with his people, who were reporting on the situation that got a few men killed.

No, now his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. To the photo that you sent him, to be exact. You were standing in front of the mirror in the new blue lingerie set that Bucky definitely hadn't seen before. 

“miss you, baby.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, studying every little thing in the photo—from your half-hidden smile to the soft skin of your legs and stomach—and noticing the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Fuck, to be right now on top of you instead of sitting here was a dream. You knew what effect you had on him and that Bucky loved your expensive lingerie, but he couldn't just leave now, right? Controlling Brooklyn was not easy, especially when some brave idiots tried to threaten him.

“please, Jamie…”

Another text message with an attached picture appeared in front of him, and his pants immediately became much tighter. Now it was from another angle. You were on the bed on your hands and knees, your spine perfectly arched to show your round ass in just a little piece of fabric that shouldn’t even be considered underwear. 

Flashbacks from all the times Bucky was holding your hips while thrusting into you from behind filled his head and he almost wanted to moan out loud. No, it was impossible to listen to whatever Peter was saying, especially when it was the first time you sent such photos.

“You better stay in this position, baby. I'm coming.” He typed quickly before suddenly getting up from his fancy leather chair, making the whole room go quiet. 

“D-did I say something wrong, boss?” Peter’s face became white. Bucky probably looked really angry right now, but only because he couldn't touch you and bury himself in your heat at that exact moment. 

“I didn't listen, Parker. I need to go; finish here without me. Steve, you're responsible.” Bucky took his jacket and stormed out of the room without another word. 

You were walking around the bedroom in nervousness, as if it were your first time waiting for Bucky from work. But now something was different, though. You knew that he was busy, and you hated disturbing him, but after looking in the mirror at yourself for too long, you got so confident and bold that you decided to text him with photos, which you had never done before. 

Your best friend Nat took you out shopping, but even though Bucky always gave you his card and told you to buy whatever you wanted, you never actually did it. Until you saw that unbelievably beautiful blue set. Bucky went crazy every time you had new pieces, but they weren’t as expensive as this one because you always bought them with your own money. Your friend basically shoved you into the changing room and convinced you that it cost every single penny, so you gave up and used Bucky’s black card. 

The loud noise of the slammed door came from the first floor, and you knew that your boyfriend had come home. Fuck, it has been only 15 minutes since he messaged you, and he was already there. 

You sat at the edge of the king-size bed, facing the door. And in just a few seconds, heavily breathing and slightly annoyed, Bucky stood in the door frame. If you hadn’t been dating him for almost a year now, you would’ve thought that he was angry, but the way he licked his lips and the look in his eyes while he was scanning your almost naked body told you otherwise. 

“You’re such a fucking tease, babydoll. I had an important meeting, and you just had to send me those photos, huh?” Bucky grinned at you, taking off his expensive jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt. He took small steps toward you, but you were too focused on his tattooed and veiny forearms to notice it. 

You blinked only when a soft but firm hand pressed under your chin, making you look Bucky in the eyes. The realization of how ridiculously wet you were hit you hard, and Bucky probably saw the way your cheeks blushed because his lips curled in a one-sided smirk. 

“You’re looking like the sexiest thing on the planet, but you’re blushing. God, you’re amazing, baby.” His eyes slid down your body, covered in a thin lace, and you swore that his eyes darkened within a second.

“I just thought that I became wet by just looking at your hands.” Bucky growled at your words. He took both of your hands into his, silently asking you to stand up from the bed. "Sorry for bothering you at work, I just... I don’t know.” 

“I don’t care about work as long as I can see my amazing girlfriend looking so incredible. Is this new? I know every single piece of clothing that you own; I’ve never seen this before.”

“Nat convinced me to buy this... from your card. I hope you don’t mind." Bucky chuckled at your words. 

“I told you a million times to buy whatever you wanted. My money is your money, ‘key? Now spin for me.” He lifted your hand above your head, helping you to spin around and show him every little detail of your new purchase.

The bra, which perfectly lifted your boobs, so they seemed nice and round. Matching lacy blue thongs and a garter belt that was attached to the tights sat on your waist, showing every curve of your hips. There was nothing left for imagination. You looked so soft, delicious, and sexy, but those cute little flowers all over the fabric made Bucky want to destroy you.

“So pretty, goddammit. I need you right now.” He firmly grabbed one side of your face, connecting your lips in a hot and messy kiss, while the other hand trailed its way from your neck down to your soaking wet panties. “Still can’t believe that you’re mine. The most beautiful woman on the whole fuckin’ planet.” Bucky growled into your lips, refusing to let you go. “Is that all for me? Are you so wet because of your naighty little photos or from my hands? Tell me.” Two fingers run up and down your covered folds, making you moan into Bucky’s mouth from the stimulation. 

“Both… Jamie, please. I need you.” You tried to grind your hips on his hand, but Bucky gripped your thigh and lowered his mouth onto your hot neck. 

“‘M not gonna let you get off on my hand, not today. You teased me with those sexy pictures, so I think it would be fair if I just fucked you senseless. That’s what you asked me to do anyway, right?” You just eagerly nodded, hoping that Bucky would do anything. The heat in the lower half of your stomach was almost painful, and you felt awfully empty inside, squeezing around nothing with every kiss Bucky had left on your sensitive skin. “Should I bend you over the bed? Or maybe on the floor in front of the mirror so I could see how good you feel when I fuck you?” He asked mostly himself. 

Bucky pulled away from you, admiring fresh red marks on your collarbones and neck and already knowing that you'd blame him in the morning before work. His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, but you still bit your lip at how sexy and pretty he was. Lately, you didn’t spend much time together because of his job, and now you wanted to spend every second admiring and touching him. 

“I don’t care, Buck. I just want you, I miss you.” Your hands flew to the collar of his shirt, opening every button until his tanned chest was on full display. 

“Get on your knees and hands, doll.” Bucky mumbled, and you knew that he had lost all of his patience. 

You lowered yourself on an expensive white rug and teasinly moved your ass from side to side, looking at Bucky through the mirror. His eyes stuck on your body, and he licked his lips once again. You saw the way his pants were barely holding the hardness behind them, and your mouth instantly started watering from that thought.

“Are you going to fuck me or keep starring at my ass?” 

He smirked at your words and fell onto his knees behind you, slightly pushing his covered hips into yours and making you both moan. 

“Oh, I am going to fuck you? Don’t worry about that, doll.” The sudden slap on your ass cheek made you loudly gasp; your mouth stayed slightly open as Bucky was massaging your burning cheek with one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other. 

You felt the silky-soft skin of his cock between your legs when Bucky ran his length on your wet panties. “It’s too pretty, I don’t wanna take it off of you. ‘M just gonna push them to the side.” He took your underwear out of his way, lining the leaking tip with your wet entrance. 

You couldn’t stay steel, so Bucky had to grab your hair, raise your head, and perfectly arch your back. You whined at the slight pain from his grip, but it soon turned into a loud mixture of a moan and Bucky’s name when he pushed inside of you. 

It never failed to amaze both of you how perfect you were for each other. The sex was incredible every single time. Your body instantly adgasted for his size; your wet and soft folds gripped his cock firmly, as if your body didn’t want him ever to leave. Bucky honestly didn’t even remember the sex before you; at that time he thought it was nice, but since the first night with you, everything has become blurred, and he couldn't look at any other woman in a sexual way anymore. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, James!” You cried, squeezing him harder and gripping the soft material under your hands. 

“Holy shit, doll. Your pretty pussy ‘s taking me so well; she’s so greedy for my cock.” Bucky slapped your ass again at the same time as he bottomed out in you. You tried to stay focused on the reflection in the mirror, but that teasing little push of Bucky’s hips right into your g-spot made your eyes roll back. "What? You can’t handle it, baby? But that's what you asked for. You thought that you could just send me these things and not get fucked like a naughty little girl?” He chuckled, immediately increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

“I just wanted you, J-Jamie, fuck!” You cried at another slap on your ass. Red hand prints were already visible, and you knew that it would be hard to sit the next day. “I need to cum, please…”

“Already drunk with my cock?” Bucky chuckled, slightly squeezing your hair in his hand, until you opened your hooded eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Look at you, always so perfect for me.” His blue eyes studied your reflection. Your still covered in bra tits bounced every time he pushed his cock inside of you, and Bucky felt like he became even harder because of the fact that he couldn’t see you fully naked. 

It felt like he wanted to split you in half with the power of his movements. Your skin slapped into each other, and the wet sounds of your pussy were almost too loud and inappropriate for you, but Bucky didn’t care. He moved fast and hard, mumbling praise words under his breath, which you barely understood, being too close to cum. 

“Bucky, ‘m gonna cum… Please, let me cum, ‘m so close.” You loudly moaned when your body started trembling and your hands were almost too weak to hold you up. 

“Do it, doll. I’m right behind you. Cover my cock in your cum.” Your mouth fell open, and your eyes instantly closed when you finally came, clenching around him. Bucky looked closely as your face expression changed—it was his favorite thing. 

He pushed into your tight cunt a few more times before freezing as his own orgasm came. You moaned at the feeling of his hot seed feeling you from the inside. 

“Just like that, doll. You did so well.” Bucky soothed the skin of your thigh and reddish cheek, finally loosening the grip on your hair. Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you collapsed on the soft rug with a muffled puff. 

Bucky slightly chuckled, slipping out of you, and flipped over your exhausted body so you could face him. You both were flushed and slightly sweaty. Bucky brushed your hair from your face and lowered himself to catch your lips in a slow kiss. You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders until he fell on top of you. 

“I’ll call Nat so she can take you shopping tomorrow. Use my black card and get yourself everything that you like, because now I want to see you in every possible shade and variation of lingerie, doll.” Bucky mumbled near your ear while his hands traced the soft skin of your ribs and stomach. 

“I don’t want to spend your money, James.” You laughed. 

“Then I’ll give my card to Nat, so she can spend it on you. Because I won’t leave you alone anymore, doll. You drive me crazy looking like this.” He started kissing your neck, going lower to your chest. You just sighted, knowing damn well that there’s no point in arguing and that your amazing boyfriend would find a way to make you buy more lingerie. “Are you ready for round two? Because I really wanna put those pretty tits in my mouth.” 

Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue with the first touch of Bucky’s wet tongue, and your brain went completely blank. 

[wntrs0ldier]

An Offer · part 09

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 5,1k warnings: typical mafia (dark themes, language, violence, etc.),

series masterlist

series summary: When your father dies, the only thing you can do for your family and the empire he built, is to marry a powerful man.

It had only been a few hours since the whole disaster.

Before, you had thought that you would return to your family home purely to collect your things; now you were lying in your bed again, in a room buried in the darkness of the night, staring mindlessly at the white dress hanging over the back of a chair. You associated it not with being abandoned, but with the nightmare that was your wedding. Maybe Bucky was doing you a favor? He'd bought you some time before you had to go through all that again, to eventually tie the knot anyway?

You didn't blame him for doing it. He had made it clear to you right from the start that such a relationship was out of the question; in fact, he had told you so at every turn – that he wasn't husband material, that he wasn't trying to be charming, that he was a stubborn asshole, a piece of shit…

But the truth was – despite everything – you didn't see him that way. To you, he was just a scared, confused human trying to do this for you. He had failed, the situation had overwhelmed him, and all you could think about was how much you wanted to see him. Where was he now? What was he up to?

What did Timothy say to him?

Although Michael participated in this conversation, he did not want to reveal its details to you. He decided that it was a man's conversation, and it was better for you to stay in the dark about it. Apart from a businesslike, practical alliance, you no longer had anything in common with the Barnes. But if it had been up to you, you would have crushed that alliance and shoved it down Timothy's throat. However, destroying a long-standing friendship was not in your intentions, but one thing remained clear – Timothy Barnes wasn’t your friend. Now you weren't even sure he had ever been your father's friend. You understood that he cared about securing his Family, but he shouldn't have kept that from you. 

You rolled onto your back, your eyes stuck on the ceiling.

At that point, you didn't really care what was going to happen next. You didn't care about your future or the fate of your Family; you figured you had every right to, since submitting to the expectations of others wasn't producing the desired results. You needed a moment without worrying about everything and everyone. You would have liked to focus entirely on yourself, but your thoughts revolved around him. It was far too soon to forget, but why couldn't you hate him? You were naive and weak. But you could allow yourself to be. At least until the morning.

Suddenly, you pulled yourself up to a sitting position. You heard something, or you only thought you did, still, you froze motionless, listening to the sounds of your surroundings. 

There it was again – a quiet knock, knock coming from somewhere downstairs.

Your heart beat almost painfully; you left the bed, hesitant and a little stiff, and although you immediately wanted to be at the door, you got out of the bedroom carefully, then went down the stairs to the floor below. Without thinking much, you turned the key in the lock and pulled the handle. And your first instinct was to be terribly disappointed when you found Sam Wilson behind the door. 

“We don't have much time,” he began, before you had a chance to say anything. “I parked across the street. A black car,” he emphasized, as if you should remember this particular piece of information. “I will wait ten minutes. If you don't show up, the case will be closed. If you're going to show up, you'd better pack some things.” Without waiting for your answer, he turned and walked away.

You were more than surprised – completely thrown off guard. You had loads of questions, but no time to dwell on them. Sam had only given you ten minutes and you weren't going to waste a second. You couldn't even imagine what it could all mean, but you felt with all your being that you had to make the most of this opportunity. All the heaviness, the soreness, all the lethargy you had been stuck in for hours - it was all gone, replaced by a sudden adrenaline and a need for action.

When you rushed back into your bedroom, you immediately found the bag you had packed with Connie's help much earlier – you weren't sure where you were going to go after the wedding, so you wanted to be prepared, and even though the wedding didn't work out, the bag turned out to be a lifesaver. At least you were confident you'd make it to Sam's car in time.

You grabbed your phone, which you'd turned off anyway beforehand so you wouldn't have to talk to anyone, your charger from the bedside table, and pulled Bucky's sweatshirt from the wardrobe. Everything else you might need fit into the bag. Before just leaving the house, you slipped comfortable sneakers on your feet, meanwhile you turned on your phone and texted Suzie to lock up the house. In the process, you read a message from an unknown number; Sam had tried to contact you earlier.

You stepped out into the cool, refreshing night air. You threw your hood over your head, adjusted the strap of your bag over your shoulder, and, having taken a look around, walked to the other side of the street. You expected to find a typical SUV somewhere on your path, but after a dozen or so steps you reached an area where the only car was a black sedan. So Sam wanted to give the impression of being a civilian. You ran up to the car, and it started up ready to go before you touched the handle.

You shut the door behind you and looked around the interior of the vehicle, but the only person inside was Sam.

“What’s going on?” you asked. “Where are we going?” 

“We're going to fix something.”

The car stopped in front of an isolated, abandoned hangar. 

You were on pins and needles the whole way, and reaching – as it turned out – the destination didn't bring you peace of mind. Not having the slightest idea what you could expect, you were even more nervous.

You took your bag from the back seat and followed Sam to the entrance. He opened the heavy metal door with a creak indicating a lack of proper care for the building, and let you inside. For a hangar, the interior of this particular one was surprisingly dimly lit; the enormous space was unpleasantly cold.

You heard quiet, echoing footsteps, so you immediately turned to look in that direction. Seeing him, you unconsciously held your breath, and all the emotions bothering you that day, which had not yet found their way out, gathered in your eyes in the form of tears. As the first, salty, burning tear ran down your heated cheek, you dropped your bag so that you could freely cover your face with your hands; to hide from him in this moment of weakness.

“Hey, hey, hey…” Bucky said softly. You didn't even notice when he crossed the distance separating you and got right beside you. He scooped you into his arms, drew you close to his firm, warm body and closed yours in a strong yet gentle embrace; one of his hands remained in place, wrapped around your back, the other moved higher, to the back of your head – he stroked your hair tenderly, and you still felt like hiding, but this time not from him but from the whole world, in his arms; you wanted to melt into his body, into his broad chest.

“You f-fucking-,” you choked out between sobs, tightening your fingers on the material of his t-shirt.

“I know, Y/N. I acted like a dick,” he agreed without hesitation. “Cry it out, just like that,” he praised, keeping on stroking your hair. “Can you take a deep breath? Come on,” he instructed gently. Your chest was beginning to ache because of the spasms of crying clenching your muscles, so you obediently breathed air into your lungs. “Yeah, just like that.”

You knew what you had to do next, and Bucky knew what you needed. Clarity of mind and calm slowly returned to you, but there was still that most important part.

You lifted your head and looked at Bucky’s face, therefore meeting his gaze. He was watching you in such a soft, vulnerable way that made you feel like crying all over again. He moved his hand from the back of your head to the side of your face and tenderly wiped your wet cheek; you could feel his skin on your skin, and the bandage he must have used to wrap the cut in his palm.

That reminded you of the situation from a few hours ago; of the lack of knowledge regarding your appearance here. Despite everything, you didn't have the slightest desire to break out of his arms. Why would you deprive yourself of this comfort and sense of safety? You deserved it, especially after the events of the last twenty-four hours; maybe even the last few months.

“You left me,” you finally spoke, your voice weak because of all the crying.

“Only for a moment.”

“For a moment?” Your forehead puckered. “You destroyed the agreement,” you said, pulling away from him against your will. A flash of mild anger didn't let you stand as close as before. “We are no longer married, I am alone again and still need a husband,” you pointed, determined to make Bucky realize the situation he had put you in.

He sighed heavily. “I know what I did. But I didn't do it without a reason,” he claimed, making you even more confused. He clenched his jaw briefly, not taking his eyes off you. “I owe my uncle a debt. After my father's death, I should’ve been the head of the Family, but I couldn't handle it, I wasn't in the right place. Timothy stepped in, helped me out,” he admitted reluctantly. “Now he wants complete obedience from me; he expects me to do absolutely everything for him, and basically, he is right, because otherwise it would be a betrayal. But I couldn't let him use this against you. You don't owe him anything.”

Now you understood his position – you understood it, and in that moment you hated the feeling, your forbearance. But you said nothing; just folded your arms, waiting for further explanation.

“We can still get married,” Bucky continued. “But outside his rules and conditions.”

Your eyes went round, that familiar wave of warmth ran through your body. “What… What do you mean?”

“All we have to do is actually get married. Legally, without any deals, tricks or fucking loopholes.” He took a small step towards you, and probably didn't predict that you wouldn't move away this time. “We'll just create a proper prenup, and when you want to divorce, you'll get back everything that was yours before the marriage.”

You raised your eyebrows. Up to now you had been convinced that he had run away because he didn't want to get married, and it turned out that he wanted to get married again. You didn't even know which question you should ask first. “Buck…” you said tentatively, as if that would bring him back to his senses. “An actual marriage is something different, something more... real.”

“People get married for various reasons,” he asserted, not giving up. Your sceptical approach was no obstacle. “For money, insurance, visas…” Bucky listed casually. And he was himself again – a calculating, clear-thinking strategist. He impressed the hell out of you with that. “As my wife, you will still become part of my Family, and this’ll give you protection. Except it will all happen more naturally, not like my uncle wanted. We will have more freedom.”

There was still too much chaos in your head for you to be able to pick out any rational thought. “Wait…” You raised your hand, closing your eyes for a moment. “Why didn't you tell me any of this earlier? Why did you leave me like that? I was scared to death.”

“My plan was just coming clear then, at the wedding,” he confessed, his lips pressed together in an unenthusiastic smile. “I didn't want to tell you about it till I was sure. Till I could find some safe place for us.”

His words effectively made you soft. “And did you find one..?”

You could see that for a split second he hesitated; as if he wasn't sure how you would react to further news. “Vegas..?”

“Of course Vegas.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“Look, it'll be quick and relatively painless.”

“I haven't agreed yet.”

“Then why didn't you take off the ring?”

Your eyes wandered to your hand. Bucky was a little too observant for your taste; his grandmother's ring stayed on your finger. Unlike the wedding band. Maybe you kept it subconsciously, since the ring had such sentimental value?

“You already ran away once, so why do you still want this? You could’ve never come back, wouldn't it be easier?” Having looked back at his face, you could tell he wasn’t offended by your question.

“You still need me. This marriage,” Bucky answered, and didn't do it with audacity or meanness; he was simply stating a fact. “And Timothy fucked me over, so I want to do the same to him, just for the hell of it.” He shrugged indifferently. For a while, he stared at you in silence. “And… I didn't see through his intrigue, because I was distracted… By you.” His jaw clenched. You swallowed hard, your palms became wet, and a warmth flared up again in the pit of your stomach. Bucky turned his gaze away, sticking it into the ground. “So, I need this marriage too, I guess.”  

You took an uneven breath and scratched the back of your neck. Bucky was distracted by thoughts of your safety, or...? “What other choice do I have?” you asked; partly out of curiosity, partly for the appearance that this marriage was not your last resort at all.

Bucky immediately brought his eyes back to you, his face taking on the harsh expression with which he usually handled business. “If you don't agree to do this, I will personally find you a suitable partner. I won't be more picky than necessary. And then I will disappear from your life for good,” he said bluntly.

You nodded slowly, absorbing that side of the story. You gave yourself some time to imagine it somehow – you with someone else; someone who wasn't Bucky. Then you remembered the weeks of longing when you were dating John Walker, and already knew that you didn't stand much chance of surviving without Bucky beside you.

Still, you decided to approach it with calm. “Okay.”

To your surprise, Bucky's face lit up with a slightly excited, satisfied smile. “Yeah?”

You nodded again, also unable to stop a grin creeping onto your lips.

“Whose house is this?” you asked as the headlights fell on the stately building.

“My godmother’s,” Bucky answered, turning off the engine. “I know there is no lack of hotels in Vegas,” he added straight away. “But I need a good night's sleep, and I trust my aunt enough to get some shut-eye.”

You shrugged. “I don't mind. After all, we'll all become one big, loving family, right?”

Apart from the clear, audible irony in your voice, Bucky smirked with delight. You wondered when the thought of marriage – of you being together – had stopped burning him. You supposed he was just exhausted; you both were. After a total of forty hours of car trip, interrupted only by bathroom stops. You took turns at the wheel so that the other could rest, but Bucky's stubbornness resulted in him driving most of the time. 

You got out of the car. Bucky opened the trunk so you could get your bags out, then you headed to the front door. Despite the evening, it was hot outside; not as torturous as during the day, but it was doing its job.

The aunt that Bucky mentioned greeted you right at the door. She put her arm around Bucky's shoulders, their cheeks brushed together. In your case, she respected your possible need for personal space; she looked at you carefully but not suspiciously. “Is this the girl?”

Bucky also glanced at you, as if he had to make sure his aunt was talking about you; as if he had to make sure you were still there. “Yeah. Y/N,” he confirmed.

“Marion.” She held out her hand to you, which you shook. “Jamie told me a little about the situation you kids are in,” she began, and you were prepared to hear some scolding words, disapproval. “That prick, my brother, didn't inform me – not to mention the invitation – about my godson's wedding?” She snorted with annoyance and almost contempt. “You’re doing the right thing, and have my full support, and the place to stay, for as long as you want.” 

Although you and Bucky preferred to freshen up and rest after your trip, Marion persuaded you to have dinner with her. Her justifications for why you should do so were really reasonable – firstly, her chef had served the meal minutes before you arrived; secondly, Marion was going to leave the house right after dinner, and as befits an exemplary hostess, she wanted to spend some time with her guests. And with that, you had the opportunity to get to know Bucky's aunt a little better.

She ran a casino and owned an elegant nightclub, she was independent not only financially – she had no husband and no children; she lived as she wished and with whom she wished, and she must have been really organized, since the businesses she operated did not fail, on the contrary, they were doing very well, as you could tell from the luxurious furnishings of her house, expensive designer clothes and sophisticated dishes, prepared by her costly chef. 

You were jealous of this life; maybe not its pace, but this independence – Marion Barnes didn't have to marry anyone to stay alive. You learned that the Barnes simply didn't do that – they didn't give away their children; they didn't arrange marriages; they didn't take part in weddings for the sake of business. Considering Timothy, this wasn't a very strong rule.

Pulled abruptly out of your sleep by something that seemed so terrifyingly real, your gaze wandered unconsciously over your surroundings; a new room, a strange room. Only after a while did you remember where you were and why. You were given two separate bedrooms; Bucky didn't care where he was going to sleep, and you felt a little more comfortable alone. But at that moment you didn’t feel comfortable at all. 

Memories of what you had just experienced swirled vividly in your mind – you were standing in Timothy's cave, wearing a white dress and veil, and you were about to be married by Elvis himself. The thing was, Bucky, your groom, was sitting in the front row right next to his uncle; they looked at you with amusement, whispered something to each other and burst out laughing. Bucky never stood at the altar; he whispered back and forth to Timothy and they both laughed. They laughed at you – at how stupid and naive you were.

You got out of bed and walked noiselessly to the bathroom. Having turned on the cold water, you washed your face. It helped; you felt less panicked. But were you still so sure of your decision?

Because of the dry air, your throat was craving water; anything to drink, so instead of returning to your bedroom, you went to the kitchen. Despite the fact that the whole house was air-conditioned, the downstairs was much more pleasantly cool than the floor above. Maybe you felt this way because of the cooled tiles your bare feet touched.

Having found a glass in one of the cabinets, you filled it with tap water; it had a slightly strange aftertaste, but you wouldn't call it bad. Besides, your dry throat would settle for anything.

“Can’t sleep?”

You almost dropped the glass. Though you knew his voice, you were still startled to see Bucky when you turned around. He was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen entrance, and you – regardless of the temperature around – felt hot again. The muscles of his crossed arms strained and accentuated, but you had seen those before. Unlike his torso. You knew he had a broad chest, but shirtless it evoked a completely different sensation in you; you also expected a well-sculpted stomach, but expecting and seeing with your own eyes were two different things, and your own body didn't let you confuse the two experiences. And his thighs? Oh, his thighs…

Apart from his face – as beautiful when it expressed tenderness as when it expressed indifference, his spirit – so unpredictable but caring for you for no apparent reason, there was also his body – perfect, godlike, seeming to have cost a ton of work.

With restless eyes you scanned what was in front of you, your throat getting dry again. You were stunned, as if you had never seen a man in just his underwear before. You had. But you were convinced that you didn't miss any physical contact after that situation in the nightclub; after you almost let some man get into your pants. And you didn't miss it. You didn't miss just some man; you desired Bucky – you'd been drawn to him since that evening when he and Timothy turned up at your house.

You suddenly remembered that he could see you too; see the way you were looking at him. Tentatively, you lifted your gaze to his face – puffy because of the recently interrupted sleep, rested – and met his stare. For a brief moment you wondered why he let you do that; why he didn't stop you.

You brought the glass back to your lips and drank the rest of the water.

“I had a bad dream. And you..?”

“And I have my future wife in the back of my mind, and something told me to check if she was safe,” Bucky said with conviction, pulling away from the doorframe. He casually walked closer and rested his lower back against the edge of the kitchen counter. “Tell me.”

“About my dream?” you asked, to which he nodded. “There is nothing to talk about. It was... weird.” You shrugged. “I think... I think I'm subconsciously afraid of this wedding.” You nibbled your bottom lip and looked away. “You left me the first time, so who knows what will happen next time.”

Bucky gasped. “I didn't leave you. And I never was going to. I just changed the plan,” he asserted. “I know I should have told you earlier.” Seeing your lips parting, he interrupted you before you had the chance to speak. “I made a mistake, I know that now. And I will keep making them. I'm just learning, Y/N.”

“And all of this has no right to hurt me, and I can't get angry, because from the very start, you didn't want any of it. I get it,” you answered calmly.

“I didn't say that,” Bucky protested, standing right in front of you. “I said you're not in my debt, and that hasn't changed. I-” he paused for a moment, his mouth set in a hard line. “The truth is, I would not let you marry anyone else. I couldn't stand it. I would go fucking mad,” he added. Firmly, yet cautiously, he grabbed your hand and brought it to his face. Without taking his eyes away from yours, he placed a barely noticeable kiss on your palm; on the still unhealed cut. “I told you,” he whispered. “I stepped into your life, and now I can’t get out. Don’t want to. Okay?”

You replied with a delicate nod.

“No, baby,” Bucky continued in the same low tone, and a cloud of butterflies rose up in your stomach. “I need to hear it from you. To be sure you understand.”

Your bodies were only millimeters apart; you could feel the heat radiating from him, the warmth of his breath on your cheeks.

“I understand.”

“You understand what?” he asked softly, persistently searching for something in your eyes – Fear? Decisiveness? Resentment? Permission?

“That you’re jealous-”

“Very jealous.” His voice was more like a heavy breath.

“And that you would be angry if I married someone else-” you added. Bucky sucked hungrily on his bottom lip, his stare seemed half-conscious, he shook his head slowly. “You would go mad,” you corrected yourself.

“Mm-hm,” he murmured, and keeping his instincts in check, covered the rest of the distance separating you, then pressed his lips to yours. You instinctively lowered your eyelids, and as his soft mouth laid on yours, you were hit by a wave of unknown sensations. 

You welcomed him without thinking, throwing your arms around his neck. 

When you did; when you allowed his mouth to devour, to abuse yours, his inner leash tightened and then snapped, enabling him to let it all go. He thrust his body against yours with surprising force and need – it was so rapid that the bottom of your spine collided painfully with the edge of the countertops.

You moaned – not from the feeling of sudden discomfort in your lower back, but from the overload of impulses coming from everywhere; his lips turning the mouths of you both into a wet, sweet mess, his stubble so rough on your chin and cheeks, his massive body pushing against yours, caging it and cutting off a way out that you hadn't even considered.

Bucky's hands desperately slipped down the sides of your body, over the silky material of your nightgown, and stopped under your tights; he squeezed your ass, making you gasp. He lifted you up, and you involuntarily wrapped your legs around his hips; he sat you on the countertop and pressed himself between your thighs. His tongue slid between your lips, and again, you eagerly welcomed it. Warm, soft, wet, it explored the inside of your mouth, the texture and taste of your own tongue; and this time it was Bucky who let out a whimper – desperate, yearning for a feeling he'd never experienced before; this horrible hunger you were driving him into. There was no doubt that Bucky wanted you as much as you wanted him.

You felt something hard on the inside of your thigh. You barely pulled away from his mouth to see it – the material of his briefs stretching over his stiff cock, stopping it from jumping out. You felt lightheaded when staring at it, but also somewhat delighted – it was all for you, because of you. 

You dared to reach out your hand for what was soon to be yours; your fingertips touched - still through the material of his underwear – his bulging length, and Bucky let out a rasping sound. He immediately grabbed your wrist, stopping you from going any further.

With lips parted and swollen from kisses, eyes full of desire yet innocence, you looked at his face. He wasn't angry or displeased; he was burning with an aching need, and you both knew that sinking his cock inside you would put out that fire, ease that pain – for you both.

“I can’t,” Bucky said, panting. “I want to do it right, the way you deserve. And now I don't trust myself.” 

You didn't share his opinion – you were ready to take him now, anytime. But you respected his boundaries. “Okay,” you whispered; your voice weaker than you expected. Bucky smiled, then placed a tender kiss on your forehead. Not being able to resist, you glanced restlessly at his crotch again. 

“Don't worry, baby, I won't touch myself. I'll wait for you, promise,” he said with slight amusement somewhere into your hair, leaving another kiss there. He moved away a little.  “Come on. I'll walk you to your room,” he instructed and put his hands on your hips so that you could safely slide off the countertop. 

“You don’t have to, I’ll be fine,” you claimed, but in reality, you were glad to have him right next to you – your legs were like jelly.

“Yeah, I know, but-” He exhaled heavily, glancing down. “I need to, uh- walk it off.”

Drunk with all the touch, the heat, the wetness and the rest of the experiences of a moment ago, you let out a soft giggle.

True to his word, Bucky escorted you to your bedroom. Seeing his exposed body, remembering how much strength he possessed, you were amazed at how someone so big, so strong moved so silently. With that, you realized how little you knew about him; how little you had managed to observe so far in a man who was to play such an important role in your life.

Feeling his hand on your hip, you looked at him immediately. “You okay?” he asked.

You were tired, distracted, still insatiable. Nevertheless, you nodded in response, and after a brief consideration – which was more like staring into a black hole – you climbed on your toes, and, resting your hands on his shoulders, crashed your lips into his. Bucky instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you against his body as tightly as possible. He grunted into your mouth. 

Although there was still that devouring fire smoldering between you, that kiss was different from the previous one – slow, lazy, as if you were giving each other time to get to know your lips, even though they were still pulsating from the last caresses. 

Bucky's mouth parted; he let out a loud, heavy breath. You sucked on his lower lip, then bit it - a little harder than you both expected; Bucky hissed, and you tasted blood. You pulled away, but he didn't look angry or even shocked. He touched his lips with his thumb, and when he saw the blood, he smirked. “Don’t make me break my promise, baby.”

“Sorry-” you said quietly, but he shook his head.

“That’s okay,” Bucky answered, leaned towards you again and pecked on your lips gently. “If you have a bad dream again, you come to me, alright?”

“Alright.”

He opened the door for you and waited until you got inside and made your way back to the bed. He gave you another smile before disappearing from your sight.

You let out a heavy breath, closed your eyes and flopped back on the mattress. You were aware that you wouldn't fall asleep, but it wasn't the nightmares that were to blame.

a/n: feel free to share your thoughts, they are more than welcomed 🥰

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mob au fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

multiparts:

family matters - @world-of-aus

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? - 73k words ❤️🔥😔

mafia masterlist - @angrythingstarlight

interconnected one shots ❤️🔥

ruin - @sinner-as-saint

You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you.  🔥

one shots:

anon ask - @angrythingstarlight

but rlly… r telling ppl who cross her that “upsetting me upsets my husband, and trust me you don’t wanna do that” ❤️🔥

i will not give you up - @world-of-aus

My love can I request prompt 14 with Mob Bucky, please? You’ve started dating and his family don’t approve. You can’t take the snarky comments from his family anymore so you try to break up with him and he pushes you to finally break down and tell him the real reason why. ❤️😔

home again - @navybrat817

your husband opens up about his past as you fall more in love 🔥

harmonious - @navybrat817

part 2 & 3: husband and wife & honeymoon suite you may think you're a pawn in bucky's life, but you are his queen 🔥

thigh riding - @bucky-barnes-diaries

mob!bucky x wife reader 🔥

nights & mornings with mob!bucky - @bucky-barnes-diaries

How you and Bucky go to sleep and how you and Bucky wake up. 🔥

all that glitters is gold - @printedpeterparker

The one where Y/N takes a chance on the mobster. ❤️

night hours - @sinner-as-saint

Bucky wakes you up in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, and he knows you can help with that. ❤️🔥

twilight moments with you - @sinner-as-saint

You were just an innocent girl who works in her family’s patisserie. You had an absolutely normal life, until the day you got tangled in the mess between ex-mob James Buchanan Barnes and one of his enemies who is still out to get him. Things changed after that. But not all changes are terrible… ❤️🔥

practice - @buckyalpine

Dark-ish Mob bucky barnes x virgin maid reader 🔥

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James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 2

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

A Touch of Ink Series @deamstellarus 🍓🌼🐂 (TattooArtist!au)

Aeipathy Series @all1e23 🌼🐂👓 (hades + persephone au)

Arranged Series @thefallennightmare 🍓🌼🐂 (mob!au)

Astrophile Series @all1e23 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!singledad!Bucky + teacher!R)

Back To Where We Started Series @hopelessromantic423 🌼🐂👓

Bribe the Super @real-jane 🌼🐂👓 (firefighter! Bucky|Fem Rogers Sister)

By Any Other Name Series @wkemeup 🍓🐂👓 (FBI Agent Bucky)

Come Away With Me @all1e23 🐂👓 (western au + stripper reader)

Delicate Edges Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓 (MC)

Detectives In Love Series @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (modern!au|cop!au)

Drifting Series @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (cw! Bucky)

Eight Series @goldenjo 🍓🌼🐂 (pro!athlete!Bucky)

Fairytale of New York Series @draguta 🍓🐂👓 (professor!Bucky|Student!Reader|Age Gap)

Fuck up the Friendship Series @summerofsnowflakes 🍓🌼🐂👓 (college!athlete! Bucky)

Guiding Lights Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂

Graveyard 2 @wkemeup 🌼🐂👓 (Healer!R)

Go On, Leave Me Breathless Series @summerofsnowflakes 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia au)

Heart & Soul Series @all1e23 🍓🌼🐂 (A/B/O dynamics)

Heal Me Baby @wkemeup 🌼👓 (1940s!nurse!r)

Heal Me with Your Love Series @dear-bunnyboo 🌼🐂 (avenger!R)

I Won’t Mind @imaginearyparties 🍓🌼🐂👓 (1940s!au)

I’m With You Series @wkemeup 🌼🐂👓 (modern!au)

In Every Lifetime @wkemeup 🌼🐂👓

It’s All In The Eyes @writing-for-marvel 🌼👓 (MC)

Just The away You Are Series @draguta 🍓🐂👓 (dbf!Bucky|Age Gap)

Keeping Score @all1e23 🌼🐂👓 (fake!dating au)

Little Lion Man @wkemeup 🌼🐂👓 (1940s time-travel)

Moment of Weakness Series @thefallennightmare 🍓🌼🐂 (mob!au)

My City, My Partner @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (ShieldAgentFem!R)

Nights Like This @writing-for-marvel 🍓🌼🐂👓 (fwb)

Nostalgia for the New Series @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (ShieldAgentFem!R)

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Play Pretend 2 @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂 (sex pollen)

Secret Girlfriend @jenwritesstories 🌼🐂👓

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Soldiers Series @thefallennightmare 🍓🌼🐂

Stray Series @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂 (dark themes 18+)

Sugary Sweet Series @all1e23 🍓🌼🐂 (sugardaddy!au)

Suburbia @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓 (fake!married!au)

Sunrise Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓 (Vet!Bucky|librarian!R|modern au)

To Help Out a Friend @slut4buckysarm 🍓🌼👓

The Boxer Next Door Series @clints-lucky-arrow 🌼🐂

The Girl and Her Golden Boys Series @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂👓 (1940s!au)

The Witness Series @wkemeup 🍓🌼🐂👓(detective!bucky)

That Summer Series @tellmealovestory 🍓🌼🐂👓 (modern!au)

Time @thefallennightmare 🍓🌼🐂👓 (1940s!au)

You and Him @dear-bunnyboo 🌼👓 (1940s!au)

Your Own 2 @real-jane 🍓🌼🐂👓 (farmer!au)

Your Mine, Sunshine Series @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂 (mob!au|bodyguard!au)

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Is it a crime?

Chapter 9

Pairing : mob boss!bucky barnes x mob boss!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of smut, violence, knife use, loss of limb, drug use, alcohol consumption

A/N: the long awaited chapter for this series… honestly I don’t know how to feel about this chapter but here it is I do have some interesting things planned for this series though!!

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9 years ago

James Buchanan Barnes was a ghost.

He was the shell of who he used to be. A whisper in the shadows of the already dark and seedy underbelly of the city. Since the night of the infamous Y/L/N murder it was clear that Bucky Barnes had changed. The switch that flipped inside of him was losing you.

Even being the heir to the Barnes family empire Bucky had always been known as charming and even kind. Not to be considered weak, he was a beast in his own right. Some would even go as far as to say he could instill more fear in someone than his father. Yet he had earned more respect from others in the business. It wasn’t fear disguised as respect no, the now twenty one year old had gained genuine respect from the others in this business. It was the worst kept secret that eventually the Y/L/Ns and the Barnes would become one when you and Bucky inevitably married. Everyone fought to be on Bucky’s good side lest they be the target of his wrath.

Now though, that person had died. His heart had been ripped away and sent out of New York. What was left was a ruthless man who thirst for blood. Specifically the blood of hydra. It was enough to send hydra’s associates running for the hills. There were some that didn’t care. They didn’t believe the whispered warnings. They saw Bucky as nothing more than an inconvenience until they were face to face with him.

Like right at this moment.

Bucky stood in the dark alleyway. A cigarette between his lips and a knife in his hands. Hydra had been pushing their business closer to his territory. It’s not like he needed a reason to kill hydra men but that could lead to a war and George Barnes didn’t want that. If it were up to him he’d call a truce with Pierce just for getting rid of you but Bucky had done too much damage in the span of just three months for that to happen now.

Bucky tosses his cigarette on the ground and steps on it before heading out of the alley. Pierce’s men had stolen from him and he was determined to make them pay. Before he even rounds the corner completely Bucky has already stabbed one of the guards. The knife slicing right into his lung, the man wheezes and falls to the floor. Bucky makes sure he won't get up again. On the other side of the street Steve handles some other of Pierce’s people, while Bucky makes his way into the warehouse.

By the time he was done the warehouse was on fire and all of the hydra scum that was supposed to protect Pierce’s assets were inside.

7 years ago

The music was deafening. Bucky’s first club was up and running successfully despite his father’s insistence that it would fail. Bucky sat up straight after trying the new drug the infamous Bruce Banner had cooked up. There’s some leggy redhead that had attached herself to his side the moment he walked in and he was already wasted so he didn’t care.

“Why don’t you try that and tell me what you think?” Bucky whispered in her ear as he held out what looked like a tiny piece of paper. She stuck her tongue out and when he placed his finger on the tip she wrapped her lips around it. Her tongue swirling around his finger until he pulled his hand away harshly.

It didn’t take long for the effect to take place and Bucky found himself shaking hands with Bruce after closing a deal to sell his new concoction only through Bucky and only at his clubs.

“Bucky, we have to go. You have a meeting.” Steve said as soon as Bruce walked out of the vip area.

He was beyond annoyed with Bucky’s behavior. Steve had even parted ways with him for a few weeks because Bucky was being so reckless he was sure to get one or both of them killed. He understood the pain Bucky had been hiding under the recklessness. He hadn’t been the only one to lose you. Frankly Steve had been just as upset when he heard the news and he was ready to go out and bring hydra down. Both men had thrown themselves into work but in very different ways. Steve became more calculating, double and triple checking his plans to make sure everything fell into place. He couldn’t lose anyone else.

“If my father thinks I’m not smart enough or for old enough to take over already he can fucking go to the meeting.”

“Buck…”

“Get out. I don’t give a fuck about the damn meeting.” Bucky was up and in Steve’s face.

“The only reason you’re this upset is because Y/N’s birthday is coming up.”

There was an instant and drastic change in the room. The tension builds so quickly it’s suffocating. Bucky reacts without thinking, his fist already flying toward Steve’s face. Fortunately he was high and a bit drunk so Steve was able to move out of the way just in time.

“What did I fucking say about mentioning her?”

“You,” Steve points at the redhead. “Get out.”

She scowled in his direction but left anyway.

“You need to get your shit together. At some point the way you’ve been acting because of Y/N is going to get you killed. What if she comes back and finds out you’re gone huh? At least you have your mom and Becca and your friends. Y/N is out there with nothing and I can’t fucking find her to make sure she’s ok. All you do is get high or drunk and act like a child that had their toy taken away.” Steve yelled. “You’re not the only one who lost her so man the fuck up already.”

“Get the fuck out Steve. I’m not gonna deal with your bullshit.”

Bucky moved to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He returned to the couch and sat down before taking a drink directly from the bottle.

Steve just stared at him for a moment before he started walking out. “She’d be so disappointed if she saw you like this.” He said over his shoulder.

The bottle Bucky had in his hand flew into a wall and shattered on impact. A blood curdling scream turned into a sob in his throat. He knew Steve was right. If you saw him right now you’d probably hate him. Still he couldn’t bring himself to be better. What was the point?

Underneath everything he had become, Bucky was still that 20 year old that had to watch while you ran for your life. At the time he didn’t have enough influence within the Barnes crime family or in New York. His hands were tied behind his back and he blamed himself for failing to protect you. That would always be his biggest regret. All he had left was hope that you were still alive and that you could somehow reach out to let him know you were ok.

But everyday that hope dwindled a little more. Until he was left with nothing.

6 years ago

A trap had been set by hydra. George had willingly given Becca to Pierce as a bargaining chip. Hoping that she would be enough to stop the war before it began.

Bucky was furious when his mother told him what had happened. And even though his relationship with most of his friends was rocky he called on Steve and Sam to help get Becca back. He should have known that Pierce and Rumlow would use his sister to lure him out.

Bucky doesn’t remember much of what happened once he stepped into the abandoned building. All he knows now is that he’s in a hospital. He goes in and out of consciousness. The doctors go on and on about something but whatever they have him on has thrown him for a loop.

Arm.

Amputate.

Pain.

Miracle.

Lucky.

Those are the only things he was able to capture. Everything is hazy and far away. Whatever pain medication they're giving him is the best thing he’d ever had. Bucky swears he can hear your voice, see your face and feel your hand on his face before he’s unconscious again.

When he fully wakes up the first thing he does is ask for you. Winnie and Becca are at his side reminding Bucky that you aren’t there. Bucky cries over the fact that he imagined you but not so much at the news that he lost his left arm. He looks at Becca who is beaten and bruised and all he wants to do is get back out there and destroy Pierce. Then find a way to destroy his father.

The pain is unbearable, nightmares interrupt his sleep. Adjusting to not having a limb is so difficult Bucky thinks it won’t get easier. He’d prefer to just crawl into bed and never get out. Winnie, Becca, Sam and Steve don’t allow that to happen.

5 years ago

It took a year of doctor visits and appointments before he could be fitted for a prosthetic. Of course he did intensive research with the help of Becca to find the best money could buy.

Now with a metal arm more people seem to be afraid of Bucky. A feeling he relished and used to his advantage. Something in him changed too. He felt the old him die. There was no use in emotions; he would only hurt himself. Bucky closed that part of himself off. The part of himself that thought he could have a happy life and love. Instead he focused on his job, on hitting hydra back for touching Becca. Of course George is furious at this but he isn’t as vocal about it afraid of Bucky, considering the rampage Bucky is going on.

****

He’s relentless in his pursuit. Bucky had managed to pull together a group of men he trusted. None of them had any connections to his father. They were just trying to make a name for themselves. Luckily enough for Bucky. Hydra had also screwed them over so it was easy to get them on board with the promise of their own money tacked on. They called themselves the Howlies because of how they made their enemies cry out in pain.

When Bucky isn’t destroying hydra or their associates he’s either high or drunk and fucking some girl he met at his club. When he’s done he feels disgusted, like he’s cheated on you. The most recent girl gets kicked out of his office before she’s even dressed. He can hear her cursing up a storm but he couldn’t care less. Bucky sits in his office alone, looking down at the dance floor through the large window. Every time he did he wished for you to magically show up.

That would never be the case and for the first time since that night he began reluctantly accepting that he’d never see you again.

3 years ago

It was a rumor. Not really a rumor but a whisper in the wind. Just something said in passing but it was enough to give Steve hope. A group of mercenaries or something was traveling around taking jobs others wouldn’t. Starting connections and dealing with groups no one else could. All of them led by the so-called mob princess of New York.

Steve walked into the Barnes residence knowing Bucky would be finishing up a meeting with George. He had possible good news and he was going to tell Bucky before leaving in search of you again.

“Steve.” Winnie intercepted him before he could make it to Bucky.

“Mrs. Barnes, you aren’t going to believe it. I think I can find Y/N.”

“I’ve heard, how sure of this are you?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

“Steve if you aren’t even 75% sure that it could be her— you can’t tell him. If it isn’t or you don’t actually find her it will break him. He’s already on edge because of his father. And I can’t see him like that again.”

“Please don’t cry.” Steve moved to comfort the older woman. “I won’t say anything. Just tell him I had to go away on business and I’ll see him in a few days.”

“Thank you, please be safe.”

*****

“Where have you been?” Bucky asks Steve without even looking up from the documents he had in his hand.

“I had some business to take care of.”

“That’s what my mother said. What business?” His head snaps up to look at Steve.

“Nothing important. The plans fell through anyways.”

“So nothing to do with Y/N then?”

“I’m sorry what?” Steve did his best to look confused.

“You heard the rumor about some team being led by the so-called princess of New York and you tried to go find her. Am Icorrect?”

“Yes, listen I didn’t tell you because-“

“It doesn’t matter why you didn’t say anything. She’s not here so it obviously wasn’t her or you missed her. Anyways it doesn’t matter.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“Why doesn’t it matter?”

“There’s no reason to keep-“ Bucky clears his throat. “To keep looking for her.” He said quietly. “She’s been gone this long with no type of communication. It's obvious she isn’t interested in coming back.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I have a business to run and that’s what I’m going to focus on.”

Steve looked at him with concern. “Did something happen while I was out?” He asks.

“Nothing to worry about. Why don’t you rest today and I’ll catch you up on what you’ve missed tomorrow morning?”

“Buck-“

“Don’t. I’ve made my choice. I can't continue to live hoping that she’ll show up here one day when I know she won’t.”

Steve just nodded and decided to leave and talk to Sam. It’s obvious his father got to him and he was going to need back up.

1 year ago

“It’s time you stop fooling around. I thought that by giving you time you’d straighten yourself out but you’ve been insufferable.” George Barnes told his son from behind his desk.

“I’m doing my job. I’m making this family money, I’ve strengthened our relationship with the rest of the families and I’ve kept hydra in line. So please enlighten me on how I’m fooling around?”

“No one is going to take you seriously if you keep fucking around with those whores. You need to settle down.”

“I would have settled down if you had kept your promise when Pierce killed Y/L/N. Y/N and I would be unstoppable-“

“Enough.” George slammed his fist on his desk. It was a move that used to instill fear in Bucky as a child, but not so much now. “It’s been almost ten years, get over it. You sound like a pussy every time you whine about her.”

“Fuck you. I’m never going to get over it. She was everything to me and you knew that. But you only care about yourself and your money. If you hated having a family and children why did you get married in the first place?”

“Because it was my obligation. To keep the family name and business going. And just like I had to do it, so will you.” George pulled some documents out of a drawer and dropped them in front of Bucky. “I’ve already found someone for you. All you have to do is sign the contract and we can proceed with the wedding.”

“I’m not signing shit without my lawyer reviewing and adding my own stipulations.”

“The family lawyer was the one to put it together.”

“I have my own lawyer.” Bucky said as he glanced down at the document. “See, the family lawyer works for you so I don’t trust him, or you for that matter. My amended contract will be the final say if not, this arrangement isn’t happening.” Bucky got up and walked out.

******

It took almost a week but Bucky finally returned to the family home with the revised contract and set it on his father’s desk. His personal lawyer found too many requests that would screw Bucky over permanently.

“It’s this or nothing.” He states calmly and then proceeds to sit and watch George Barnes lose his shit over every stipulation he’s added.

“You’ve got to be out of your damn mind if you think I’ll agree to any of this.”

“You either sign and walk away with a nice retirement plan or I move on you and your men. Either way I’ll end up in full control of our territory and you’ll be gone.” Bucky states calmly.

Bucky’s requests were simple. He would be allowed to divorce after 2 years of marriage at which time the bride’s family would sign their businesses over to Bucky for a large sum of money. The day of the wedding George Barnes would officially step down as the head of the family and Bucky would take total control of everything. But the most important and the one request he wouldn’t change was that George would have to grant his mother a divorce and move away from the city.

“This is my city boy. I’m not moving and I’m not letting your mother go either.”

“You will sign the divorce papers, that’s non negotiable. If you don’t I will personally do to you every single thing you ever did to her. Everything.” Bucky’s eyes were ablaze with rage.

“You wouldn’t dare-“

Before George could finish the sentence Bucky had reached over the desk, grabbed his hand and held it there before stabbing him with the knife he had been wielding in his left hand. George cried out in pain as Bucky pulled the blade out.

“You ungrateful brat.” George spat.

“I was six years old when you did that to my mother at the dinner table because she didn’t make the meal you wanted. Then you refused to let her see a doctor until dinner was over. I suggest you sign the contract because if you don’t you’ll be in a lot more pain.”

****

A blonde that looked like she had been plucked out of a 1940’s housewife guide comes walking in. Curls bouncing, hips swaying, heels clicking, smile blinding. Bucky hated her immediately.

“Hi, I’m Dorothy but you can call me Dot.” She stretched her hand out in order for Bucky to shake it although it seemed she expected a kiss to the back of her hand.

“James.”

“I know,” she giggled, it was infuriating. “Your dad has told me so much about you.”

“It’s a shame I can’t say the same about you.”

“It’s ok, we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Unfortunately.” He mumbled.

Present

The bar was a little hole in the wall. You’d miss it if you didn’t know it was there. Bucky and Steve walked in with purpose, the other patrons stopping their conversation except for a table at the back. They were a rambunctious bunch.

“Well look at what the cat dragged in.” Tim Dugan called out from behind the bar. “Hey guys! Look who's here.”

The rest of the Howlies turned their attention to the bar. All of them immediately get up and welcome Steve and Bucky with open arms. They spend some time catching up before the question is asked.

“So what are you doing here after not seeing each other for some two years?” Falsworth asked.

“I need your help again. I know I said I wouldn’t drag you back in but there are very few people that I trust with my life. Most of them are sitting at this table.”

“What do you need help with?”

“Hydra.”

The men looked at each other before deferring to Dugan.

“When do we start?” He said with a sly grin.

Ch 10

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Great fics and authors I think everyone should experience ;)

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- Bucky Barnes

Flirting and football - The hand he raises to wave back freezes awkwardly when he realizes your attention isn't on him, but rather following something behind his shoulder. @lovelybarnes

The blade and the crown - Sir James Barnes has served at your side for over five years. For five years, he's silently adored you from behind his metal armor. But what would happen if he could no longer keep it a secret from you? Could you possibly harbor similar affections for him? Afterall, he's just a knight - you're the queen @fandoms-writings

Home - Bucky gave you the world; as soon as he stepped inside your beautiful shared home, he was no longer a feared mob boss. @buckyalpine

Pretend - He didn't even realize the both of you had started to lean into each other until your lips touched, his eyes rolling back, desperate for more of your sweetness @buckyalpine

Spiral - You swallowed the uneasiness that crept up your spine; now wasn't the time to ask him why he hadn't let you know he was back safe or why he had ignored all your messages. @buckyalpine

Jealous - You keep talking about the owner of that new bakery and it's rubbing Bucky the wrong way. @pellucid-constellations

A wolf in man's clothing - you walk into a bar owned by the Russian mob, and Bucky just has to swoop in to save you -and claim you. @witchywithwhiskey

Bad day - He knew something was wrong, he had been feeling it all day. @nickfowlerrr

Almost believing - You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission. @intrepidacious

To date a criminal - Bucky's history is a problem to some of Y/ N's fans. @the-wrong-providence

Bucky barnes loves your ass - Bucky knows you like being manhandled and he takes advantage of how weak you get when he does it. @angrythingstarlight

A millions reasons - Bucky Barnes, with all of his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that's technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won't stop killing your plants. @pellucid-constellations

- HOBIE BROWN

Hobie loves his bimbo girlfriend - He knows that her hyperfemininity is constantly looked down on, but he also knows that his girl is smart. @murdrdocs

Touchineess - Hobie tends to be touchy, not in a bad way though. that's how he displayed his affection after all, his loyalty. @keisobe

Staring at Hobie - Thinking about hobie brown catching you staring at him ... and then just being an absolute menace about it. @bruisedboys

- MIGUEL O'HARA

Waking up with Miguel - Rolling over on the bed, trying to get up for the day before two large hands roughly grabbed at your waist. @stellaaarree

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-MULTIPLE

How they show jelousy @tarrynightss

He's a ten but... @phantombriide

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Braiding eachother a hair - neteyam had always loved sharing matching jewelry with you so having matching beads in your hair was no surprise. @bvsatq

Little voice - You're a very shy person to the point that you rarely speak to others. You only nodded and show body languages to communicate. Everyone just assumed that you might have a disability that causes you not to talk, but you're just a very timid person. @smoothielenny

-JAKE SULLY

Nightmare - "I heard you scream. Nightmares again? + Hey, just look at me. Breathe." @anangelwhodidntfall

Gimme sugar lover - Neytiri's his first love, but you're his forever...he swears. @loaksky

-LOAK SULLY

In full bloom - lo'ak is the black sheep in the family, clinging to honor by a precarious thread. you are the well-loved songstress in the tribe. he should resent you for being everything he's not, but his fickle heart can't bring him to do so. @loaksky

Beautiful like you - A fight sparked between you hanging out with neteyam more often eventually brings feelings to the surface. @neteyamslovrr

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Truly and honestly - You were laying on the soft, warm sand below vou when a shadow covered the suns soft rays, blocking them and covering you in its coolness. @normspellsman

Despite- ao'nung is known to be a bit of a jerk but he decides to put his pride aside for a certain shy girl who catches his eye @riadreams

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Captain save a hoe - Grumpy tsu'tey having to take care of a clumsy avatar!reader, and eventually warming up to her. @randxmthxughts

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If it all fell - If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear. @pellucid-constellations

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Vendetta - Kitty (1)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: NSFW, dark elements, language, alcohol, drugs, violence, blood, dubcon, noncon, murder etc - 18+ only (general, different for every chapter)

Autor’s note: I tried to edit this as much as possible. Sorry for mistakes. Enjoy and please let me know if you like it. I suck and writing summaries. 

Viewer discretion is advised.

Word count: 4500+

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Kitty (1)

She was kneeling next to a bed, hands holding tightly her father’s one that was paralyzed due to the poison that got into his system over two months ago. She would be by his side every day for at least an hour if her schedule wasn’t full of meetings and family-related issues that needed to be solved. At least she kept him company while her brother was god-knows-where.

Probably strip club, she thought. Y/N looked at the vintage clock hanging on the wall opposite the bed. The clock was almost striking nine in the evening.

As much as she hated her father, he was the one who made her who she now was. For that, she would be forever grateful. But for the war he started years ago, she would want nothing more than to drown him in the sea right behind their house and watch him suffer. Well, he already was.

No surprise they called him Mad Man. Since his wife died, his behaviour changed. He became a ruthless mob boss and took his reign over the Queens with an iron fist. And since then, he wasn’t there for her or Danny. He blamed everyone for his wife’s death, not realising it was a disease that killed her. But he had to go out there and make enemies.

And it bit him in the ass. His fucked up mind got him to the state he was now in. The Starks and Wolves had enough of his shit and thus, one beautiful day, they took a shot and poisoned him. It paralyzed his body and was now in a coma, living on medication. Attila was barely alive. It was only a matter of time before his body would lose the fight.

A tear escaped her eye, falling down her cheek as she thought back to the moment she was informed of the news. His men took escorted her dome to safety where she was met with her drunken brother who seemed unaffected by the horrible news. Of course not; he was wasted.

A knock on the door brought her back to reality and her head followed the sound. Only one person was allowed to enter without asking.

“It’s time,” said Yelena. “The car’s ready.”

She had her blonde hair in a high ponytail and was dressed in the sluttiest black dress she managed to find. It was decorated with dangerously sexy high heels and diamonds on her ears.

“Where is Danny?” Y/N asked for her brother.

Yelena shrugged. “Last time I saw him was this morning, high and out of mind, per usual.”

Y/N ground her teeth and stood up from the bed, letting her father’s hand rest next to his weak body. She fixed her navy blue skinny mini dress and headed to the door. With one last look at her father, she simply rolled her eyes and left the man to rest there alone.

As both women were walking down the hallway, they were met by several trusted men.

“Find my brother,” she ordered one of them, “and bring him here, now, or I will shoot his other foot, I swear.”

They all knew about the incident – some of the men were present when it happened. Daniel wasn’t happy with their father’s will, making Y/N the new head of the family and the boss of the Foxes. Even though her brother was older, he wasn’t meeting the requirements of a worthy mafia boss.

He was screaming, threatening to suffocate her with a pillow in the middle of the night, and made scenes in the living room while his father’s lawyers were present. The effusion was uncomfortable. But the scene he made showed how incapable he was of leading the people that belonged under their family name. The more he kept screaming, the less patient his sister was.

The moment he threw a glass of whisky at her, she broke, took out her gun and stood up from the couch, pointing it between his eyes. In that second, he was sitting down, hands in the air. To put him in his place, she shot his right foot in front of all the people.

One of the lawyers vomited on their expensive carpet when she saw the blood. The other rather closed his eyes and prayed he wasn’t next. At the end of the night, Y/N paid them extra for witnessing the violence in her house.

Yelena chuckled when she mentioned the incident. “That was a fun night,” she said.

“And here I thought he would learn from that lesson,” Y/N added as she greeted some staff members while they were walking to the entrance hall. “He so desperately wanted to be the boss and look at what he’s doing.”

“Does anyone know that you are the new head of the Foxes?” Yelena turned her head to her friend. “Or those assholes still think your brother is the leader of the skulk?”

Y/N’s lips twitched, wanting them to curl into a smile, but didn’t. They ran down the grand stairs, the sound of their heels echoing around the room, meeting there with Scott and, of course, her brother who was obviously under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

“Ah, little sister,” he almost screamed with a smile and arms spread wide, ready to hug her.

The moment she was close enough, her fist connected with his nose and put him down on the expensive marble floor. Danny shouted. He was whining, holding his nose as blood started to run down his lips and on his clothes.

“I-I’ll be waiting outside,” said Scott and rather disappeared. He knew not to intervene.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Danny gasped, eyes filling with tears.

She crouched to him, trying to keep her ass hidden under her dress. “Listen to me, brother. If you keep this shit up, I will shoot your other foot and let you bleed the whole day, until you are almost out of blood and dead. Maybe then I would let someone help you.”

Yelena was shaking her head. Daniel used to be the responsible one, but that all changed when he got out of university and lived off his father’s money. He became the spoiled little brat.

“Who are you trying to impress, sister?” he asked.

She huffed. “Don’t push the wrong buttons, dear brother,” she stood up. “Someone needs to keep this family together and run Queens. If you forgot, it was me who our father chose. ”

“No one will take a woman seriously,” he laughed at her, trying to stand up on his feet, struggling.

It was like watching Bambi trying to walk for the first time. She kicked him back to the ground. “Sober up and get your shit together, Daniel. We have a business to run and so far, you are nothing but useless. Be the boss you wanted to be. Prove yourself.”

“I have nothing to prove to you, sister,” he spat. He wiped the blood with his hand. “Father has decided that you will run this family, so do it. I am going to enjoy the money and peace.”

“Please, continue like this and I will let Yelena beat the shit out of you. Ha, or better, I will cut you from any income and kick you out of the house.”

Her friend started to laugh and gave him thumbs up. “That would be like a Christmas present for me,” she said with a smile and cracked her knuckles.

He waved his hand. “Fuck you, both. I’m going to clean myself and take a hot shower. Don’t worry, little sister, I will be here.”

Without a response, she rather left the house with Yelena trailing behind her. Some of her men were waiting outside next to parked cars, waiting for her orders. Scott was standing next to her silver Rolls-Royce, smiling as usual.

The sun was already hidden behind the city and night was approaching fast. Everything was going according to plan.

Some Wolves were trying to steal her club OK near the Brooklyn border and take it under their claws. They were mapping the surroundings for weeks, trying to find weaknesses that Foxes may have. Luckily, the people that worked for Y/N kept giving her information the moment they saw them sneaking inside. Loyalty always paid off and the staff of the club knew that.

“Keep your eyes open,” she barked orders. “If you find one Wolf trying to sneak around and get somewhere other than the dance floor or bar, take them downstairs and lock them up. If they cause trouble, you know where to find our good drugs. If you need more weapons, you can find some in our back rooms where only you have access.”

They kept nodding, not questioning her orders. Those who were present knew of her new status and respected her and Attila’s decision.

“Keep up the good work and you will be rewarded well,” she added. “You all know I am way more generous than my father.”

And with that, she sat in the back seat of her car and Yelena took a seat right next to her.

“Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?” Yelena eyed her from head to toes, grinning. “Do you think you will find someone for a one-night-stand?”

“Do you?” she playfully replied.

Scott kept his mouth shut while he drove them through the whole Queens to the club she owned. He kept his eyes on the road, not daring to look at his boss. He could talk to her whenever he wanted, but rather kept to himself.

“Scott?” Y/N said his name to get his attention.

“Yes, boss?”

“You are awfully quiet,” she squinted at him and kept watching his profile. “You are hiding something from me. Spill it.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, shaking his head. “You know me too well.”

“Well, sing, Scotty, otherwise there will be consequences.” Of course, she wouldn’t hurt him. He was a good, hard-working man and a close friend.

He took a deep breath. “Before I arrived, I got a call from Parker. He was able to monitor Wolf’s phone calls and he will be attending tonight with his two closest men.”

Well, would you look at that?

The feared James Barnes had decided to personally visit her club. She had to laugh. Didn’t he know that it belonged to her now? Of course, he didn’t. The word of her promotion hasn’t spread yet. The last time he saw her was years ago. She, on the other hand, was able to keep an eye on him since the moment he became the leader of Wolves.

Barnes was three years older than her but was leading his pack since he was twenty-five. He was surrounded by his two best friends and built an underground empire. People feared him but she didn’t.

Back in the day, their fathers would bring their children to the meetings when the Foxes, Wolves and Starks used to be friends and formed an alliance. During one of them, Y/N and Barnes met, but never got along. He was a mean boy, always making fun of her. He would laugh at her appearance. Y/N wasn’t as pretty as other children or teenagers were. Therefore, he kept his distance from her and rather spent time with Danny.

The very last encounter they had was during her mother’s funeral. He was wearing a black suit and kept his eyes locked on hers the entire time. It made her uncomfortable. As if he was enjoying her suffering.

“This is going to be a fun night,” Y/N said to Yelena.

“What? Are you planning on sleeping with him?” she gasped.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. “No, of course not. Here is the thing my friend - Barnes has no idea what I look like; hell, he doesn’t even know I exist. It’s been years since he last saw me. And back in the day, I was - well - ugly. Now, I have the upper hand.”

“Don’t say that,” Yelena smacked her shoulder. “You were never ugly.”

“Oh, I was,” Y/N continued. “I had extra weight, was unattractive and when puberty hit, it hit hard. You didn’t know me back then.”

The blonde shook her head. “I bet you were charming and adorable. We would totally be friends,” said Yelena and Y/N just rolled her eyes with a grin. “So, he has no idea, at all?” When Y/N shook her head with an evil grin, Yelena laughed. “Tell me, did you have a crush on him?”

Y/N thought back, trying to dig down to her buried feelings about the Wolf boy. “Eh,” she sighed, “I think I had a tiny one. But the moment he started to act like a dick, I was over him.”

“Boss,” Scott interrupted them. “Just be on the lookout. If Barnes is there, his two men will be by his side the whole time.”

When they arrived at the club, it was already filled with many people. Some of them tried to get inside but the bouncer wouldn’t let them in. He was waiting for whether they would try to bribe him into letting them inside.

The music was too loud, the deep bass echoing around the street, whetting the people’s appetite for a dance. The club was a hot spot, a place where fantasies could come to life. There were theme parties and celebrations. It was well known for the good drugs people were able to buy there.

Yelena and Y/N left the car, heading towards the main entrance. The bouncer was already looking at them, smiling. “Evening, Miss Fox,” he greeted her politely and let them pass through. Some people started to shout at them, pissed that they were able to get in.

The interior was covered in various colours, but mostly blue, pink and purple would dominate. Bubbles were floating around the air as they kept falling on the dancing crowd. The whole place was shaking. It was a typical party in the OK – Only Kaos.

They walked around the club, greeting the employees until they got seated in their usual booth in the VIP section with the perfect view of the dance floor and the bar. There was already iced champagne standing in a bucket waiting for them.

“How much are we drinking tonight?” Yelena shouted when she grabbed the bottle and checked the label. “Shit, Dom Pérignon, fancy.”

“The best for the best,” Y/N winked at her and sat down, making herself comfortable. Her eyes were locked on the wild crowd, trying to spot any wolf there. In the past, she collected pictures of the men that worked for Barnes. It was only a matter of minutes when she spotted the first one.

Yelena popped the champagne and poured the drink into glasses. “What do you see?” she asked.

“Wilson, three o’clock,” Y/N took the glass and put it closer to her lips, eyes never leaving the intruder. “And Rogers,” she added when Sam stopped next to a tall blond man.

Both of them were hanging next to a bar, waiting for their drink orders. She could see their lips moving. What were they talking about? She moved her eyes a little more, trying to find the boss.

“Found the Wolf,” Yelena informed her. “He’s sitting on the other side in the Silver VIP lounge.”

Y/N checked the other VIP and found Barnes sitting there like a king, talking to unknown random girls who were turning and twisting around him like snakes. He was smiling at them, laughing, touching their shoulders and thighs – always the womanizer. A minute later, Wilson and Rogers approached the table with drinks in their hands. A waitress followed them with a round tray filled with the most expensive bottles they served.

Yelena’s phone vibrated. “Shit, they have found some men sneaking around the place,” she informed her boss.

“Fuckers,” Y/N growled. “I will break their fingers.”

“Just their fingers?” she asked with a twisted smile. “Have you gone soft?”

“That’s just foreplay.”

Two girls grabbed Barnes by his hands, trying to pull him from the VIP. One was a tall, skinny blonde bimbo and the other a curly brunette that was shorter than her friend - Y/N assumed those girls were friends. Somehow, they managed to take the boss out of his warm spot and dragged him to the dance floor.

Y/N refilled her glass with the champagne. This was her moment to get closer to him and get something out of him. “W-wait, where are you going?” Yelena stopped her when Y/N stood up.

“I am going dancing,” she replied. “You can always join me.”

Yelena shook her head. “No, thanks. I’m too sober to dance. I’m going to go check on our boys and get some info out of the Wolfs. That is my fun time.”

They split. Yelena went to the back of the club where she disappeared.  Several of their men followed her. Y/N danced her way into the centre of the dance floor, enjoying the beat and the rhythm of the music. She held her champagne high in the air, rolling her hips seductively. It seemed as if she danced her troubles away. For a second, she forgot about her brother and dying father. She focused on the Wolves who tried to subjugate her club. The music felt good. The light show was spectacular and some bubbles fell on her head and body.

It was until the moment someone hit her back and she spilt the champagne right into her cleavage – on purpose because she made her way as close to the Wolf as possible. “What the fuck?” she frowned and turned on her heel, ready to make a scene.

Luck was on her side and she was met with Barnes who had a bright smile on his face. This was the first time in years she was close to the man. He changed a lot. He was tall, muscular and had longer hair that suited him well.

His blue eyes scanned her whole figure, licking his lips when he found her dress wet. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he shouted and gave her his full attention. “My presence obviously got you all wet.” He spoke loudly, so she could hear him.

Instantly, she started to play with him the way she wanted. Her fingers got lost between her breasts, trying to get out the liquid. “W-well, you better watch yourself next time,” she winked at him and licked her champagne covered digits, swirling her tongue around one of the tips.

His mouth almost fell on the floor as he kept watching her actions. “Let me repay you,” he suggested and put two of his fingers under her chin. “What’s your name, doll?”

She wanted to laugh - he had no idea. She blinked a few times. “I’m Kat,” she leaned to his ear, “but my friends call me Kitty.”

“Hello there, Kitty,” he said to her ear and put both of his hands on her hips. He danced with her to the beat of the music. “Do you purr?”

Y/N wanted to stab his foot with her heel. “I don’t know,” she giggled. “Would you like to find out?” She drank the rest of the champagne and threw the glass on the floor, not caring that it broke under the feet of dancing people. Her hands wrapped around his neck.

With an eye, she caught the two girls cursing her because she stole Barnes from them. They should thank her later. If only they knew who he was; or who she was.

His nose brushed against her neck, inhaling her scent. She smelled like candy and champagne. One of his hands travelled down her side until it found her ass and squeezed it. She wanted to smash his head with her forehead. To stay in the role, she moaned. Luckily, she was able to at least roll her eyes in annoyance.

“It does purr,” he smiled, satisfied.

How could people fear him? A single pussy would make him go soft and weak, as he was now.

“Isn’t this club amazing?” she asked cheerfully and looked at him.

Barnes roughly turned her around. He pinned her back against his chest. His hands pressed on her hips and made her ass rub against his crotch. She could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against her lower back. It took her a lot of strength not to gag. “You think? Well, thanks but I will do some changes to it.”

There it was. “You own this place?” it took her a few seconds to replay and not to break from her character.

“Yeah, I do,” he said nonchalantly. His lips ghosted over her neck. “You smell divine, Kitty. I would eat you if you’d let me.”

Her eyes travelled to her booth, discovering Yelena sitting on the expensive leather as she kept massaging her fist. Something must have happened. She seemed pissed and even drank the champagne straight from the bottle. That was never a good sign.

When his fingers found her exposed thigh and slowly ran up under her dress, she swiftly turned on her heel and looked into his eyes.  She had to do it; otherwise, she would blow it up. “You are cute, club owner,” she giggled.

He laughed. “I’m Bucky, kitten. But thanks for the title.”

Fucking womanizer, she thought and put a fake bright smile on her face. If only he could see inside of her mind; how she wanted to beat the shit out of him, break his bones right in the middle of the dance floor.

A man she recognized from the pictures had approached him. His face seemed distraught and he started to talk straight into Bucky’s ear. His hands let her go, and his smile was long gone. “...Raven was here,” that was all she heard.

Y/N licked her lips and kept staring at the Wolf. That information alone made her soul happy.

“Sorry, Kitty, but I have to deal with a certain issue. See you in a minute?” he asked and brushed her cheek with a finger. “I’ll treat you with a fancy drink once I am back.” Oh, suddenly he was insatiable.

Y/N winked at him, turned on her heel and walked away from him.

That’s why Yelena was pissed? Something must have gone to shits. Before she headed back to her booth, she stopped at the bar and ordered double vodka that she then brought to her friend. It was necessary to stop at the bar. She never knew if Barnes was watching her. He seemed too interested in her. Did he know who she was?

Her hair was different; her skin was flawless, and her body changed due to the workout her father and the military put her through. Y/N was a changed person, and he wouldn't be able to identify her now.

Without a word, she handed Yelena the shot and forced her to drink it. “What happened?”

“Those assholes,” she drank the alcohol and her nose and forehead wrinkled. “We had five Wolves in the basement, trying to get to our weapons. They were almost successful. Such pigs, talking shit about me while I was standing there with our boys. I lost my temper.”

Y/N laughed. “What did you do?” she raised a brow.

“One ended with a burnt hand, the second had all his fingers broken. The third one is unconscious and the last two have knives stuck in the back of their hands.”

“Well,” Y/N sighed, “Barnes obviously got the memo because he left me at the dance floor.”

“Ah, shit.”

“Did our men take those pussies out of here?”

Yelena nodded, “of course, they will throw them out on the north border. I had instructed them to drug them - you know, precaution. They won’t remember a thing.”

“Good girl,” Y/N praised her friend. “Shall we watch the scene unfold?”

Together, they left the club through the staff-only door, heading straight to the back stairs that led them to the highest floor. There were some offices used for business. They kept the lights off and took off their high heels so as not to make any excessive sound. The whole floor was very echo-y due to the lack of furniture.

The offices were used for occasional business – usually dealing with drugs, distributing them and invoicing. It would happen once a month, twice if something fucked up.

They approached a window that gave them a perfect view of pissed Barnes barking orders at his men. Y/N carefully opened the window enough to let the sound in and listened to their voices.

“How the fuck could this happen?!” he was screaming at one of his men who trembled with fear. “Did any of you see anything or are you all that blind?”

Wilson came out of the club, holding a phone in his hand. “I’ve checked the inside of the club. Haven’t seen Raven there. Some Foxes were standing around, but they just remained in their spots and never moved. Something’s very off.”

“Fucking Raven, fucking Foxes. Fuck!” Bucky shouted. Y/N wanted to laugh. “I will get them one day and make them pay for everything. I just hope fucking Mad Man will rot in his grave.”

“The last thing I’ve heard he was still alive,” said Steve. He was standing by his boss. “Give it a week or two, and he will drop dead. It’s not getting any better.”

Y/N closed her eyes when she heard them talking about her father. She, too, was waiting for his death because he deserved nothing more. He was the one who brought them here, made enemies with business partners and friends.

“You alright?” Yelena asked gently to which Y/N simply nodded. “How was dancing with the devil?”

She pretended to gag. “Barnes has no filter; would be capable of fucking me in front of the people. But the funny part, I introduced myself as Kat - but friends call me Kitty,” her voice changed to a soft, seductive yet naïve one. “I don’t know why I said my mum’s name.”

“He really believed that?” her friend tried to hold her laugh. “He’s an idiot.”

“Well, yeah, but unfortunately, I must admit he is a sexy idiot,” she thought about his face and well-built body. No wonder women were throwing themselves at him. Did they know he was a mob boss? “Seeing him this close, I was impressed how handsome he got throughout the years.”

“Just don’t fall in love,” Yelena warned her with a grin.

“Please. Once he finds out the truth he will try to kill me.”

They looked outside the window again, noticing the Wolves were leaving the club in their cars. Barnes should remember not to mess with them; otherwise, they’d pay for being nosey.

“What more did he say?”

“He thinks he’s the owner of the club who is going to make some changes.”

“Huh? What changes? Was he drunk?” Yelena shook he head.

“We didn’t get to that because we were interrupted by one of his men, and then the playtime was over,” Y/N laughed.

“Good thing his men paid for his words,” Yelena said proudly. “It was a lot of fun.”

“What a fucking liar,” Y/N turned her attention away from the window, heading to the nearest dust-covered table. “Well, I hope he will never forget this night. He will learn not to stick his nose into my business.”

Chapter two 

[dreamlessinparis]

Come Back to Me

mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t expect you have such an impact on his life and it scares him.

Word Count: 2848

Warnings:  Angst, implied smut(nothing too graphic), mention of blood, fluff

A/N I wrote this for @sweetlyscared ​ ‘s 1k followers challenge. 💕Congrats on that and I hope you have many more to come!  My bleeding heart couldn’t stay away from this challenge. Writing angst might not be my strong suit but I tried. The prompts I used are bolded

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Bucky Barnes destroyed everything he touched except you. You were his beautiful flower, so beautiful you made everything in his life better. You were his lifeline, his reason to breathe, the reason his damaged heart still beat and still he let you go. Let you slip through his fingers like sand. Made you leave before he tarnished your soul, the way his was. Bucky Barnes was not a good man, he killed without question and was blindly ruthless, the only good thing he did was set you free, even if it meant leaving a void where his heart was. 

Bucky paces through his cold empty office, remembering the warmth you brought to his life. The room progressively darkens along with his mood, as if the weather can sense his unhappiness and the storm clouds break open in a sudden burst. Bucky laughs humorlessly to the fact that the universe was reflecting the shit show that was his life. His glance shifts to the window, where the rain is falling down on the remains of the once beautiful garden, now feral and unkempt in the year without your presence. His mind wanders back to you, his happy place, as the storm rages outside. 

You never should have been in his life, but fate had a cruel humor and so did Bucky's best friend Steve when he hired you to be Bucky's assistant. A girl like you, sweet as the smell of honeysuckle in the spring, being the assistant of a mob boss, it was a disaster waiting to happen. But you didn't see it that way. From that first day you walked into his office, your long hair pulled back, wearing a white sundress with little flowers on it, he could have sworn you were an angel. You had a smile that lit up the whole room and your eyes didn’t look at him like he was a monster. Obviously you knew who he was but chose to make your own decisions about him. 

Everybody on his crew loved you, the guards, the servants, Steve and especially Bucky. It was hard not to. Bucky begins to think back to the times he caught you dancing in the hall of paintings, headphones in your ears. The one time you noticed his presence, you immediately began to sputter out apologies until you saw the wide smile on his beautiful face. You had never seen him smile before and it made your heart swell. So you did the unthinkable, grabbing his hand and putting a headphone in his ear. To your disbelief, he pulled you close and the two of you slow-danced to a song that clearly wasn't meant to be a slow dance but neither of you cared. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you swayed in his arms. 

After that incident, Bucky kept his distance, you made him vulnerable and in his world vulnerable meant weak. He could tell it hurt your feelings, no matter how well you tried to hide it. You kept up a professional front but your eyes gave you away. To Bucky you were an open book.

 Despite his wariness to let you in, he never stopped watching you. Whether you were in the garden, tending to the flowers in your free time, or laughing with Steve about something, Bucky always had an eye on you. Without his permission you wormed your way into his heart and made a home.

It was during one of Tony’s gala’s where Bucky learned what true jealousy was. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he saw you walk in that red dress, seductively clinging to your curves, hair gathered at the nape of your neck. He didn’t know where to look, the slender curve of your neck or the peek of your leg from your, in his opinion, too high slit or anywhere in between. His eyes settled on your beautiful face, watching as you approached him. 

“You look stunning, y/n,” Bucky leaned in to whisper in your ear, a scarlet blush rising up your neck at his words. You awkwardly thanked him, looking away quickly. His husky chuckle made the hairs on your neck rise and that was when you knew you were falling for him. You had been for a long time but now you were sure. He was a man of terrible deeds, but there was good in him. Under his tough exterior, you had chipped away enough to see a peek of his heart of gold. The heart he thought was blackened by everything he’d done. 

Suddenly Thor approached the two of you and before Bucky could utter another word, you were whisked away to the dance floor. He watched in disbelief and pure rage as his girl was being waltzed around by the golden haired oaf. A hand on his shoulder was enough to throw him over the edge, and he turned to attack whoever touched him, only to realize it was Steve. Steve arched an eyebrow at him and Bucky relaxed, reigning in his anger as much as he could, not knowing what came over him. But Steve knew, he had known since day one. 

From that night forward, the two of you ignored the elephant in the room, tiptoeing around each other’s feelings. Sometimes when you were standing in the garden, looking out, you felt him come up behind you, the heat of his body radiating against your back. You could feel his nose skim your hair, inhaling your scent, eye fluttering shut in hopes he would touch you. But he never did and he always disappeared before you could react. You yearned for him in ways you had never yearned before.

It was a night in August that changed everything. Bucky was in his office, reading over a file that Steve had brought to him, when he heard the thunder clap. He looked up to see the skies open up, rain beginning to fall in thick wet drops. Just as he was about to return to his work, he saw you run out into the garden. The rain quickened by the second all around you as you twirled in a circle, head back, a huge smile on your face. Bucky couldn’t control himself as he left his office, heading to the back door. Nothing else mattered to him, except the gorgeous girl dancing in the rain like a woodland fairy. 

For a moment he forgot who he was, where he was and how his next action would play out. His hands wound around your waist, startling you, your hair clinging to your skin as you met his gaze. Without any care in the world Bucky pressed his lips to yours, hands coming up to hold your face, holding you delicately like you would break in his hands. He wanted to mold himself around you, and never let you go. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, feverishly matching his kiss with the same passion. One of his hands slid to the back of your head as the other one found its way to rest on your lower back, pressing you into him. He pulled away, grabbing your hand and tugging you into the gazebo, the heated look in his eyes made you shiver in anticipation.

The rest was a blur, a mix of messy kisses and roaming hands, as you explored one another. Soaked pieces of clothing were scattered about haphazardly, neither of your hands wanting to leave the other's skin for too long. The rain pattered on the roof of the gazebo, drowning out your moans as you rode Bucky, head thrown back in a different kind of pleasure. He gave over control, just like he gave over his heart, hands digging into your hips almost painfully. Your hands dug into the strong muscles of his chest and a broken groan had you melting further into him. A cacophony of emotions swirled in the air around you as you both reached your climax and you knew this was a point of no return. 

Bucky’s hand hit the glass window in front of him, remembering that fateful night. The night that changed his life. Right before he shattered everything. He still remembered the look on your face, still remembered the feeling of his heart shattering, still felt the regret of what he had done as soon as he did it. The rain pouring outside was increasing as he laid his head to the glass, letting the tears finally fall. He had watched you sleep that night, your gorgeous face peacefully as you probably dreamt of butterflies and flowers, and he knew he couldn’t keep you. He was glad he got to have you just once but tomorrow you would be gone and he would make sure of it. When Bucky left the bed that next morning, he left his heart beside you.

Little did he know, you were also sitting in front of a window watching the rain, in your little apartment across town. The cup of tea doing little to warm you up as the memories you usually kept at bay were crashing over you. 

You had woken up alone in Bucky’s bed, the soreness between your legs brought a smile to your lips as you remembered the night before. Bucky’s sweet words and lingering touches felt like brands on your skin and every flash of the night before caused your heart to soar. You quickly dressed and made your way downstairs, finding an empty house. A note on the door of Bucky’s office told you that he was out dealing with some business and would be back later. Your heart clenched at the impersonal tone of the note and you shook your head to clear your doubts. But the ice that had crept in, was chilling you to the bone. 

You went about your day doing your usual work, but the feeling of dread never left the pit of your stomach. The feeling worsened when you heard the front door open and close, Steve and Bucky’s voices sounding from the foyer. Your feet carried you into the hallway before you realized what you were doing and suddenly he was in front of you, his suit jacket laying on the floor, white button up covered in blood. For the first time you saw the man everyone was afraid of, the terrifying mob boss, his eyes dead as they looked up to meet yours. No they didn’t meet yours, instead they looked right through you. He nodded to Steve, who was looking at you with worried eyes but you couldn’t take your eyes off Bucky, who just brushed past you without a second glance. 

Like a magnet, you followed behind him as he went up to his office. Shutting the door behind yourself, you faced him, finding him sitting on the edge of his desk watching you. His expression was cold and vacant, no remnants of the man you knew. 

“Bucky?” You asked in a soft voice, slowly approaching him. His eyes watched you cautiously, as you put a hand on his forearm. “Are you alright?”

“Take your hand off me, y/n,” He growled, voice dripping with venom. Your eyes flashed up to his face, your expression shocked. “I’ve let you become too comfortable,” He continued, stepping away from his desk, causing you to take a step back. “And that won’t do.”

He continued to stalk towards you until your back hit the wall and he loomed over you. A tremor wracked down your spine and for once you were scared of him. His ring covered hand came up to grab your throat, pushing you flush against the wall and leaned into you until his nose was touching yours. Your hands wrapped around his wrist, trying with no luck to yank it off.

“What’s wrong little birdie? Cat got your tongue,” Bucky smirked, transforming into a complete stranger in front of your eyes. His hand tightened and tears welled in your eyes.

“Bucky, please,” You pleaded, desperate for the man you knew was in there somewhere. “Don’t do this!”

“Do what? I got what I wanted, there's no need for me to act anymore.”

“Act? Bucky you don’t mean that,” You protested, nails digging into his wrist. 

“Oh but I do sweetheart. Did you really think I felt more for you?” 

“You did, you do!” You cried, tears now streaming down your face, “Last night was real Bucky, you can’t deny that!”

Bucky shook his head, freeing you from his grasp as he began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Last night,” He choked out between laughs, “last night was nothing, I fucked you and you let me.” You wanted to smack the laughter right out of him, but you were frozen in place by the harshness of his words. His mocking laughter got louder with each passing moment, and you just couldn’t stay any longer. You ran out of that house as fast as your legs would allow, never looking behind you, as you got in your car and drove away. 

If only you had stayed just a little while longer, you would have seen Bucky’s laughter give way to body wrenching sobs as the man you loved fell to pieces. 

Your hand absently rubs at the ache in your chest, your heart still broken. Some days you wondered if it was all a dream, whether you imagined how Bucky felt about you. Your heart told you it was real but his words never left your thoughts, haunting you always. Tears streamed down your face, wishing you could go back and live it all over again, even though you knew how it would end. It didn’t matter as long as you were around him just for a little while. 

A sharp knock pulls you out of your head and you glance curiously at the door, wondering who was here in this weather. You detangle yourself from your blanket and walk over to the door, looking into the peephole. Your breath catches in your throat and you rush to open the door, revealing thoroughly soaked Bucky Barnes. His broken expression causes the ache in your chest to worsen but you keep your face blank, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how close you were to breaking down. 

He runs a hand through his wet hair as he looks you over, making note of your tear stained cheeks and guarded expression. Taking a deep breath, he takes your warm hand into his cold one and finally speaks.

“I have loved you since the day I met you” 

“Bucky-, “ You begin to interrupt, but his other hand covers your mouth.

“Please let me finish and then you can tell me to go to hell if you want to,” Bucky begs, and you nod, unable to say no to him. “I have loved you since the day I met you and I knew if I let myself love you, I would ruin you. So for months I pushed you away, but you still found your way back. Somewhere along the line I stopped fighting it and let myself fall.” He stops for a moment, collecting himself before continuing. 

“I fell head first down the rabbit hole and I let myself drown in you. But that next morning, seeing you in my bed, I knew I couldn’t keep you because you were too good for the world I live in. So I lied and I broke your heart and I am so so sorry for everything,” His voice breaking on the last word as he drops his hand from your mouth. You look at him stunned, words escaping you. He waits as you gather yourself, bracing himself for whatever you were about to say. 

“Why are you here Bucky? Obviously nothing has changed, I’m still me and you’re still you,” You ask quietly, not having the strength to speak any louder. You didn’t understand why he felt the need to come here and tell you all this if he still couldn’t fit you into his life. Did he just enjoy breaking your heart repeatedly?

His hand reaches up to cup your cheek and you lean into it, enjoying the feeling. This wasn’t the response he was expecting from you, but he was going to fight with everything he had left. 

“I’m a selfish man, y/n and I don’t want to stay away from you anymore. I love you with every fiber of my being and I’m here to ask you to take me back, ragged edges and all. Nothing is the same without you and I can’t live another day in this colorless world. Please come back to me and set my world alight again.” Bucky’s blue grey eyes met yours, pleading with you to say yes. 

Words don’t seem like enough so instead your hands reach up, grabbing him by the lapels and kiss him hard. His hands find your waist, holding on for dear life and you know he’s never going to let go again.

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-Mob!Bucky Barnes AU

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/pinterest*

Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?-COMPLETED

*=smut

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[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part twelve❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.

♡ Warnings: language, angst, fluff, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, sickness, paranoia, death threats, murderous thoughts, stalking, sam and bucky being absolutely my favs

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Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Bodyguard!Au Mob!Au

It was almost taunting the way your fingertips thumped, the last skim of your fingers across the book spines in your library. You tried to think of this being bittersweet, but could only find the bitterness of the situation. You were being ripped from your home, because of your Father. You were being forced to flee your house because of his sick and twisted mind, somewhere in his head he thought he was doing right by going after you. You couldn't even stomach the thought for too long, the mere mention of your Father's hatred towards enough to send you into a spiral.

The outside world passed by through your unfocused gaze. The buildings lessening and the trees getting denser. You weren't for sure where you were headed, but as long as Bucky was the one guiding you there— you didn't care.

"Hey." Bucky's voice brought you back to reality.

The dark and suffocating thoughts floating away as his smooth voice broke through the haze. You took more time than usual, taking in his expression briefly before responding.

"Hi James." You whispered, scooting closer to his side, tightening your hold on his hand.

His face dropped, his eyes softening at your vulnerable state. He wrapped his arm around your frame, tucking you closer to his side. The warmth from his body heated your own, your heartbeat slowing almost immediately from the feeling.

"You doing alright?" He asked, his eyes not breaking from your face, trying to catch every twitch and shift in your expression.

You forced a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes and nodded regardless of your inner struggles.

"I'm hanging in there. How much longer?" You reassured him, sneaking a peak out the window, only to find the thick forest.

"Not too much longer. We're headed to a safe house— one that only Steve knows about." He told you.

You furrowed your brows in curiosity.

"You've never been there?" You asked him, and he shook his head.

"No, but the less people that know— the better. Your Father won't be able to find you there." He told you.

You nodded and turned back towards the window, rubbing your thumb over the metal ridges on his hand.

"You'll stay with me right?" You whispered, your doubts getting the best of you.

He gently grabbed your chin, turning you towards him. His eyes shined with intense passion, a strong sense of genuineness within them.

"The whole time. I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He promised and your anxieties vanished.

Your chest warmed comfortably, the safety he provided from his presence alone enough to calm you. You appreciated it greatly.

"Okay."

His eyes softened at your small voice, the urge to wrap you up in his arms overwhelming.

“C’mere.” He voiced, pulling you even closer.

You hugged around his body, burying your face into his chest. His body blocked you from the outside world, muting the chaos for a moment. It was peaceful and you felt powerful against him— like no one could hurt you.

The rumble of the car and Bucky’s heartbeat lulled you to sleep. There wasn’t a place you felt more comfortable in, than his arms. You couldn’t help but doze off with his arms caging you protectively.

~

“We’re here doll.” Bucky whispered, earning a sleepy groan from you.

You snuggled your face deeper into his body and had him chuckling, gently pulling you away from him, his metal hand smoothing down your now messy hair.

“You can sleep when we get inside, okay?” He told you, earning another incoherent groan.

You perked up, forgetting the situation completely in your dreamless sleep. You forgot for just a moment that your Father was practically hunting you. The whole mess crashes into you yet again, you weren’t tired anymore with the sudden sick feeling in your stomach. In fact, you tensed up— a wave of nausea approaching.

Without responding, you followed Bucky out of the car— hanging onto his arm. You weren’t sure if it was from nerves or the sudden dizzy spell that came over you.

You hoped it wasn’t a panic attack that your body was brewing.

Although you were new to these attacks, having gone most of your life without them— you couldn’t help but be terrified of them. The lack of control you had when one was happening, you were afraid of what would happen if you had a really severe one.

Your grip tightened on his arm and he glanced down at you, taking note of your unfocused wide eyes, face paling with a tinge of green.

He was immediately on edge, hurrying his steps up the cabin estate. It was a secluded wooden house in the middle of nowhere— it looked intimidating from the outside. The fear of being stranded present, but it was a safe house. He had to remind himself.

She was safe here. He told himself.

Steve entered the house first, you and Bucky following after— Steve’s men scoped the area, staying on alert for any danger.

“You guys will be safe here. The kitchen is stocked with food, as well as more food down in the basement.” He informed you two, although the way you were staring blankly ahead— Steve knew he was basically talking to Bucky.

Bucky furrowed his brows at the news that the kitchen was stocked— the basement too?

Steve seemed to read his mind.

“Have known about this place for awhile, just never knew I’d actually be using it. Asked my men to stock the place before we headed out here.” Steve said.

Bucky felt a wave of great appreciation flow through him, Steve was really doing the most and he was lucky to have him as a friend.

“Thanks man, we appreciate it.” He spoke for the both of you— to which you didn’t mind considering your lack of words.

“Just try and lay low— Pierce and Rumlow are going to be finding out that his daughter and her bodyguard are missing very soon— as well as the whole perimeter squad.” Steve told him, making fear bloom in his chest.

Bucky swallowed, knowing this was just the beginning.

“Where are you all going to be staying? You don’t seem to be eager in moving in.” Bucky wondered, noticing the lack of moving in that was happening.

Steve waved him off like it was no big deal.

“Truthfully, we all aren’t built for sleep.” He tried to joke. “We have a small shed just behind the house, that’s where we will be keeping our stuff. Where we will take cover if we need to— but otherwise we got a house to guard.”

Bucky nodded in appreciation again and a part of him wondered if Steve was trying to redeem himself after judging you all too quickly. Despite it being a shitty thing, he didn’t think Steve realized just how forgetting you were. You’d see Steve as a good man any day, even with his rough start.

“And you…” Steve said lastly, glancing down to you before back up to him, “You got a girl to protect.”

Steve reminded him that not only was he here with you willingly, he was also doing his job to protect you. Things were different now though, he was protecting you from the bottom of his heart— not for the man that hired him.

Bucky wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. He ended up having to protect you from the person that hired him to you.

Steve left without another word and it left Bucky alone with you. He found you rather quiet, clinging onto him with white knuckles as you continued to space out.

“Hey… (Y/n)…” Bucky got your attention, your eyes focusing on his.

He noticed you still had this sickly green to your usual healthy glow, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Doll, you okay? You look like you’re about ready to fall over.” He pointed out, making sure he worded it correctly.

You nodded slowly and wiped a hand across your clammy forehead, agreeing with him that you weren’t feeling too hot. You weren’t sure if this was anxiety or if you were coming down with something— either way you felt like shit.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling too good. Think I just need to lie down.” You mumbled, leaning into him as you felt yourself sway on the balls of your feet.

Bucky felt your weight press into him. He felt his heart twinge at the way your voice sounded so weak and unsure. He knew you had been through way more than anyone could handle in the last couple of days— but he couldn’t help but be angry for you. You deserved better and he would think that until the day came where you got the perfect life he knew you deserved.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed.” He told you softly.

You nodded weakly and closed your eyes as another dizzy spell passed through you, making you out all your weight on him. He didn’t hesitate scoop you up into his arms, in the moment worsening the dizzy spell— but after you settled into his arms, the feeling washed away slightly and you melted into his embrace.

“I got you, just close your eyes.” He whispered and you didn’t waste a second and followed his commands.

You were almost lulled to sleep by his strong heartbeat thumping against your cheek, the way his warmth eased the chills you felt.

He had made it to the bedroom, placing you down onto the queen sized bed gently, making sure to pull the blankets back before placing you in.

You didn’t even open your eyes and sent him a weak smile, grabbing onto his wrist before he could move away. Bucky smiled at your tiny hand gripping onto him.

“I’m going to get you some medicine doll, get you a glass of water. Okay?” He told you, his voice ever so soft when speaking to you.

You nodded and let go of his hand, letting it sit on your chest. Your head pulled to the side and your smile started to fade as your exhausted, stressed brain turned off.

Bucky let himself gaze down at you for another moment, getting lost in you. His mind swirled around you constantly and if he wasn’t thinking about you— he wasn’t thinking at all.

He left quietly after he noticed you were out. You needed the rest— considering you’d be up tossing and turning later. His heart hurt for you, all you had to go through recently.

Exiting the room, and shut the door and glanced the the left— noticing Sam standing there.

“Brought some goodies.” He announced and it was then Bucky glanced down at his arms.

He was holding a little bowl of soup and had a glass of water and pills in his other hand. Bucky wipes the annoyed expression off his face and for the first time— appreciated Sam being here. Although he wouldn’t admit that.

“Thanks.” He said quietly, taking the goodies out of his hands.

Sam kept a smirk on his face, but it wasn’t his usual teasing one. It was soft and kind.

“You guys are adorable.” Sam said.

Bucky looked at him with an angry squinted expression, so many words on the tip of his tongue but he held himself back.

Sam wanted to laugh at Bucky’s wild expression but waved him off and held back his giggles.

“I overheard you talking to her. No judgement here— I think it’s sweet you actually are nice to someone.” Sam jabbed, and Bucky rolled his eyes.

Of course Sam had to give a compliment while still messing with him— all in one go.

“Okay well, try not to be a creep next time.” Bucky muttered lowly.

“Hey! I was dropping some much needed supplies off— so you’re welcome.” Sam added. turning and walking away, down the stairs to the living space.

Bucky sent one last glare his way until he was out of view. Somewhere deep down in his grumpy soul— he appreciated Sam.

Ew... he hated even thinking the thought.

Shaking his head clear, he headed back inside to you. He was surprised to find you sitting up and leaning back against eh headboard— last he saw you, you were out cold. While he was happy to see your eyes, he hated the way they were so dull. Your whole being looking mentally exhausted— and he wished he could take it all away.

"Hey, you can sleep if you want. I'll stay here with you." He reminded you, thinking that maybe you woke up and panicked that he wasn't there.

You nodded and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.

"Lay with me?" You asked, your voice hoarse and tired.

He softened his gaze, and placed the supplies down and quickly got in bed with you. Slipping off his shoes and jacket before cuddling up next to you.

"Thank you James. I don't know what I'd do without you." You whispered, laying against his chest while he looped his arms around you— holding you close.

"You don't even have to think about that possibility, because I'm never gonna leave you (Y/n)." He whispered back, smoothing your hair down and rubbing your back soothingly.

"I know you won't... but my Fath— Pierce may split us apart." You voiced your fear.

It happened to be Bucky's too, with th way his arms tightened around you protectively. He just couldn't bear that thought for too long or he'd start to panic. He knew it was smart to digest the thought because it was very much possible— which was terrifying.

"He can try." Was the only thing Bucky could come up with.

But it seemed to bring massive comfort to you, as you hugged him tighter, burying your face into his chest and lulling off to sleep without another word. He breathed in your scent, relishing the way your body was fitting perfectly against his. In different circumstances, he'd be at ease— but the anxiety always ate away at him with the threat over your head.

He only assumed the fury that would ignite the second Pierce noticed you were gone. It made him shiver.

~

Pierce stood in your bedroom, holding up a dainty frame— a picture and you and your Mother inside. His lip snarled and twitched at the sight, the way his heart started to pound— his vision turning red.

Pierce yelled out, throwing the picture frame across the room— the delicate piece shattering against the grooved wall. The pieces scattered amongst the room, the high pitched trickle of wood and glass fading away. The only sound left in the room was his heavy breathing.

The door clicked open and shut, and without turning around— Pierce could tell who it was just by the footsteps.

“Seems we have a runaway on our hands.” Rumlow acknowledged.

Pierce scoffed, struggling his posture and fixing his suit and tie, adjusting his cuffs back to normal after his outburst.

“Ungrateful little bitch thinks she can hide from me— run from me.” He muttered under his breath.

“Seems we’ve got some traitors too. Didn’t know Rogers had it in him to go against you like that.” He pointed out, only making Pierce shake his head in betrayal and anger.

“Should’ve known Rogers would stick by Barnes— two were close before working for me. I knew that and still took a chance.” He voiced his frustration.

Rumlow nodded his head, remembering Bucky all too well— so many memories he loved to look back on. Although he couldn’t say the same about Bucky.

“Overall— I wouldn’t worry sir,” Rumlow started, holding onto Pierce’s shoulder with confidence, “I’m always down for a hunt.”

Pierce and Rumlow smirked at each other before breaking into an evil laugh, both of their sick and twisted minds coming together to bring you hell.

Pierce wondered how long you could stay hidden, and he couldn’t wait for the day he found you. Ending things once and for all.

His dear beloved daughter.

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Traitor

Bucky x Reader

Oneshot

Summary: Everyone thinks you're a traitor but Bucky isn't convinced.

Word: 2592

Warnings: Swearing, action stuff, hints at abuse and violence at the end.

A/N: I had a half formed daydream that turned into this. Starts strong, ends weak, enjoy!

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Steve throws your file on the desk in front of Bucky. Bucky just stares at your face on the front of the folder, pinned by a silver paper clip.

Silver was your favourite type of jewellery. Bucky remembered storing the information away for when he bought you a silver necklace for your birthday not long ago.

“I’m sorry, Buck, but we had an operative confirm everything I just told you. Y/N is a contract killer, an assassin and she was sent here to infiltrate and kill. Namely, all of us.”

Bucky hears the words coming from Steve’s mouth, but he can’t understand them. Images of you flash in his mind. You laughing at one of his lame jokes, you crying in his arms from a nightmare, you underneath him moaning his name as he kisses a trail down your neck.

Bucky shakes his head, “I don’t believe that Steve, I can’t. Who’s the source? How do you know they’re legit?”

Steve picks up a remote and points it at a screen in the room. It blinks to life on a still image of you in a restaurant, kissing the cheek of one of the most prominent mob bosses in the city and known Hydra agent.

Bucky stands so fast his chair cracks on the floor as he tears out of the office at full speed. He skips passed the elevator and takes the stairs, missing steps in his rush.

He keeps going and going until he hits the lowest level underneath the tower and storms passed all the guards. None of them challenge him, too afraid of the former Winter Soldier to get in his way.

As Bucky gets to the cells, he grabs an agent by the scruff and grinds out, “which cell?”

They all knew who he was talking about. Everyone would be talking about this for a while to come. The agent points into the open space of cells and stutters, “its, c-cell 203”.

Bucky drops the agent and stalks through the cells until he finally comes to 203. He steps into view with clenched fists and doesn’t pause before he asks, “why?”

You sit on the edge of the cot, elbows on knees, staring at the grey wall opposite. It takes you a moment to build up the courage to look at him. You never intended for this to happen. You never wanted to get feelings involved, but as you look at Bucky, you know it’s far too late for that now. Now you have a mess on your hands.

You debate how to play this. Do you keep up the contract killer façade or do you confess, tell him everything you’ve ever wanted to tell another human being before?

“Barnes, I should have known you would pay me a visit sooner rather than later.”

Bucky felt like you had struck him in the face with the way you addressed him, but he holds firm, “why?”

“Why what? I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific”, you reply coolly as you stand to face him.

Bucky changes his question, “is it true? Are you a contract killer?”

It takes you a few moments to keep the mask in place, “yes”.

You watch the pain flash across his features for the briefest of moments before he locks it away to be felt in private. It breaks your heart, but you’re so used to the feeling it never shows on your face.

Bucky goes to turn from you, wanting to get away, the sight of you too much to bear. You throw a question out into the void between you before he can retreat, “are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Bucky never turns back to look at you, but he whispers, “was any of it ever real?”

Despite knowing this was the question, despite hearing it from a few people across your lifetime, it was the first time it ever hit you in the gut with such force you had to take a silent gulp of air before choking out, “no”.

He leaves without another word.

You wait a few days. Working out the routine of the place before you wait for your next move.

You wait with your back to a small portion of the concrete wall next to the cell door. A blind spot. And when the guard brings your food and slides it under the metal bars, he looks up to find you missing.

Just as he steps closer to look, you strike. You shoot your arms between the bars and pull so hard his head bangs into the metal and he crumples, out cold.

You drag is body parallel to the door and you sweep his body for keys. You start to lose hope when your hand flits over cool metal and a little jingle rings out.

You wait fifteen minutes until lights out and the use the keys. You drag the guard into the cell, swapping your uniforms before closing the door and locking him in. You check all your hair is tucked until the cap before heading for the locked door between freedom and your prison.

You rap on the metal with your heart beating furiously against your ribcage. But the door opens without a problem and you have to stop yourself from sprinting down the hall and up the stairwell.

Once you make it up one flight of stairs with no alarms raised you start to sprint. Before you leave, you have to make it back to your room for your go bag. You can’t leave it when it has all the information you need for what started this all off.

You run and run and run. You run until your lungs burn with a fire that’s been flowing in your veins since you were born. You run until your legs scream at you to stop and just when you don’t think you can take any more flights of stairs, you make it to the top.

You stop. Your hand on the handle, taking a moment to get your breathing under control. You push the handle down slowly and open the door a crack to find the hallway in darkness.

You slip through and creep on the tiles without a sound as you make it to the first spare room in the hall.

You get into the room no problem and let out a breath when you realise no one knows you used this room to stash your information.

You waste no time in grabbing your go back from the closet, checking everything you need is in there before heading for the door again. Three steps from the exit and alarms scream out, waking everyone from their slumber. The alarm is followed by a female robotic voice, “alert, alert, prisoner escape. Alert, alert, prisoner escape.”

You swear under your breath as you rush out the door to see Bucky, Natasha and Sam at the end of the hall, near the stairway. Your only exit.

They spot you seconds after you spot them, and you take off running in the opposite direction. You can’t afford a hand to hand with all three of them. As confident as you are in your abilities they have just as much, and you don’t want to hurt them.

They shout in your direction, but you ignore them as you unzip your bag and rummage around for a miracle. You get to the living space when you finally feel it and a flimsy plan comes to mind.

You turn, gun in both hands as you drop the go bag. Bucky, Natasha and Sam all creep into the room, guns pointed in your direction as yours is in theirs.

“There’s nowhere else to go now, Y/N,” Sam says in his calm way.

You hold firm, the sofas keeping the four of you apart. You look in Bucky’s direction as you talk, “things are more complicated than they seem. And I’m sorry you were caught up in it. I’m not a good person and I’ll get what I deserve, but I have something I need to do first.”

“And what’s that? Kills us?”, Nat asks.

You shake your head, still looking at Bucky, “If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it three times over. You’re not my mission.”

“Then give yourself up and explain.” Sam tries to reason.

You lower your gun slowly, “it would take too long, and you may never believe me. I can’t afford that, and I’ll never get a chance like this again.”

Bucky remains silent throughout the whole exchange, but you study each other the entire time. You try to convey that you lied earlier before reaching up your arm with lightning speed.

Two shots and the chandelier that Stark insisted on installing for the living room crashes in front of the three as you turn and shoot the glass window. As the glass spiderwebs, you drop the gun and run at full speed. You have a moment to acknowledge that throwing yourself from the top of the tower is the dumbest move you’ve ever made as the air rushes to greet you.

You twist with a hand in your pocket and throw upwards, watching and praying for your miracle to work as the rope and hook catches and you plummet.

You fall down the building on the rope watching the ground and unclip at the last second, rolling with the momentum as the impact jars through your bones.

Bucky couldn’t believe you threw yourself out the window. He was the first to recover, leaping over the lights and the sofa to dive head first after you. He digs his metal hand into the concrete and slides down after you.

He sees you roll and run immediately like the pro that you are and wastes no time pursuing you.

You dart between traffic and glance behind to see him behind you. You growl in frustration at the stubborn solider, having to change your plans once again as you head for the roads.

You instinctively feel Bucky gaining on you with the serum pumping through his veins so when you spot a cargo truck coming on the road below. You don’t hesitate to jump off the road you’re on and slam into the truck underneath.

Your lungs scream for the third time that night as all the air leaves them, but you pay no attention as you look up to find Bucky staring after you.

You walk in the quiet of the night, looking down at the folded piece of paper. You check you have the right address when the empty warehouse finally comes into view. You slip in without any problems and head over to the machine where you stashed more stuff.

Just as you go to reach for the bag you hear the click of a gun. You freeze. You turn slowly, with your hands visible and find yourself staring into the face of Bucky and the barrel of his gun.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and sigh, “how did you find me?”

“Please, do you really think I don’t know you after all this time? After our talk in the cells, I checked all the spare rooms. Found your go bag and the addresses. This was the closest one to the tower”, Bucky replies with an easy shrug.

You nod your head, “but if you found them, why did you leave them there? Why didn’t you tell anyone else?”.

“Tell me what’s going on, Y/N”, Bucky dodges the question.

You knew there was no other way out of this now. You had to tell him if you ever had a hope of getting this done tonight.

“Look, can you put the gun down-“

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. I can’t trust you.”

You pretend like his words don’t hurt, though they’re warranted, “okay, okay. Look, most of it is true. I am a contract killer. Long story short, I was born into a mob family. Mum died giving birth to me and left me and my older sister with my piece of shit father, the “use you as an ashtray type father”. At least he did with my sister. She took the brunt of his shit…anyway, when I turned 13 and had my first period, he sold me to a man. That man? Was the mob boss I know you saw me with, Joe Selene. I’ll skip passed all the torture and right to the part where he trained me as a contract killer for him and bided my time. My father had gone underground and with my limited access to resources I couldn’t find him.”

Bucky lowers the gun as you go through your story, his features softening at your tale of tragedy.

“I swore to my sister that I would come for her but I needed to gain the trust of Selene so I could get the resources to find my father. That was when he got involved with Hydra and they asked him to take you out. I agreed, knowing that you would have all the resources I needed to find my father and my sister.”

Bucky shakes his head, “why didn’t you tell me, us, any of this? We could have helped you.”

You look away from him, “because about a week after I got to the tower, I read my sisters name in the obituary. All the people I had killed to get to my sister was for nothing. She died alone, waiting for a rescue that never came and I knew…I knew that I was going to kill that bastard for everything that happened. I also knew that none of you would let me. You would reason about justice and doing things the right way. But I know what’s right and that’s that bastard six feet under and in hell.”

You look back up at Bucky to find him already watching you. You square your shoulders and jut your chin as you say, “so, you’re either with me or against me and so help me God, if you try to stop me from leaving this building and killing that piece of shit, I will not hesitate to put you down. I told you that you’re not my mission, but I will damn make sure nothing gets in the way.”

Bucky nods, “I’m in.”

You turn back to your bag and pull out the knives to strap around your body. You hand a few to Bucky and he takes them without a word.

As he turns to head back out of the warehouse you throw the question out again, “are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Bucky turns to look at you this time. He captures your eyes with his as he stares into your soul and whispers, “was any of it real?”

You reply without hesitation, “yes. Every single word.”

Bucky takes a few long strides before grabbing your face with his hands and crashing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. You return with the same ferocity, gripping his shirt in your fists to try and bring his body closer to yours.

When you can no longer breathe, you break the kiss. You both pant as Bucky brings his forehead down to meet yours. He whispers, “after we go drop a few bodies, what do you say we go take a trip. Just you and me?”

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An Offer · part 08

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 3,6k warnings: typical mafia (dark themes, language, violence, etc.), a/n: this chapter smells like a soap opera, but i couldn't help myself. i was in a silly goofy mood, please don’t hate me<3

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series summary: When your father dies, the only thing you can do for your family and the empire he built, is to marry a powerful man.

chapter sneak peek: But you and Bucky didn't follow the other guests. You didn't know the detailed layout of the rooms in that house, and the only secluded place you knew was the toilet. You dragged Bucky there almost by force, and apparently expecting an escalation of whatever was on your mind, he allowed you to do so.

“I'm sure you'll look beautiful, sweetheart,” Winnifred cooed. “I can't wait for the final result!” she added on her way to leave the room.

You spent the past few hours in Rebecca's bedroom, because that's where – aside from a large mirror, which rather every bedroom in the Barnes house was equipped with – was a vanity table; a really convenient solution when it came to doing your makeup and hair. 

The upcoming ceremony didn't quite meet the criteria of typical weddings; there were only a few days to organize everything since the pre-agreement was signed. In all the chaos, there was no room to think about the choice of wedding dress or hall; you didn't have time to choose the flowers, the design of the invitations (there weren't even any invitations), the cake or the music. And you didn't particularly regret not having the opportunity to do so. It wasn't a real wedding – it didn't take place because two people who loved each other decided to get married. And since it didn't matter much, you didn't feel the need to care about any of the details.

It was different for Winnifred. She was aware of the same things as you, but that didn't stop her from beaming with excitement. You found this extremely charming; largely because of your own mother. As you left the house this morning she said, This boy will be the death of you.

Rebecca entered the bedroom, which surprised you a little. She had every right to be in a room that belonged to her, but since you had arrived at the Barnes mansion a few hours ago, Rebecca had been avoiding you.

You hesitantly put down your mascara, regretting that you had only just finished doing your eyes. Otherwise, you would have had an excuse not to confront Rebecca in any way.

“My mom is right. You will be a lovely bride,” she said, giving you a weak smile. 

“Thank you.” You returned the friendly gesture, but were able to guess that it looked rather inept.

“Listen…” Rebecca sighed. “I'm sorry for the way I acted at dinner that night. I feel really horrible.”

“That's okay. You just had a bad day, I get it,” you replied. You didn't dare confess that you knew Rebecca's reasons for behaving the way she did. You feared that she would be furious to learn that her own sister had told you about this side of her life. 

Rebecca seemed unsatisfied with your words. “I'm really sorry for what I said. Especially since I can see that you are not some random girl at all.” 

Only after a moment did you realize that her gaze had landed on your engagement ring. Immediately, you felt a hot wave of sickening shame. 

“I'm sorry, I'm not the one who should be wearing it,” you claimed, asserting what you had told Bucky earlier.

“Jamie wouldn't have given it to you if he thought it would end up in the wrong hands.” Rebecca smiled a little more confidently. “He obviously knows what he's doing.”

Yes, you've heard that before.

“Do you need help with your hair?” she proposed. “I swear I'm not going to destroy it in revenge.” 

You laughed quietly. “Yes, please.” Accepting this offer had little to do with politeness or wanting to make Rebecca feel better. Indeed, you needed help.

Rebecca stood behind you, reached for a brush and began to comb your hair. She did this with extreme gentleness. “Are you nervous?”

“A bit,” you answered after a short thought, looking at your reflection. “But considering I'm marrying someone I've only known for a few weeks... That's normal, I guess.” 

“You shouldn’t be. I am not trying to sell you my brother,” she remarked, raising her eyebrows. “But he will take care of you. You should just be careful what you wish for.”

You didn't show in any way that Rebecca's words intrigued you. You guessed that they had to do with Robbie's disappearance, but you chose not to ask. Rebecca was reaching out to you, being even a sweetheart, like the big sister you needed on that day. Destroying it would be a real stupid thing to do, and you weren't going to sabotage the atmosphere around your own wedding.

She did your hair, and although you weren't sure what you actually wanted, Rebecca managed to achieve a satisfying result. When it was time to shed your robe, Connie's absence began to bother you. You needed someone to point out your lace lingerie and crack a few dirty jokes about your wedding night. You weren't counting on Rebecca. Even if she had a slightly different character, the very thought of talking about it with the groom's sister was uncomfortable enough.

You fixed your gaze on the white dress spread out on the bed. Since this wedding wasn't exactly a traditional wedding, you hadn't quite understood why you couldn't have chosen a dress in any other color. And surprisingly, the person who explained to you some of the issues around this subject was Michael. Now you knew that when marrying someone like Bucky Barnes, the right symbolism had to be taken care of – purity and innocence. You had to give the impression of being untouched, waiting for your husband, apart from whom no other man existed. You had to be innocent; to do him no harm, to agree with his opinion, to submit to him. You didn't believe that anyone from the two Families – who were the only guests at this wedding, witnesses to the joining of the two clans for good – cared whether you were a good, silent virgin with no opinion of your own or not. But it was all about appearances. Though, perhaps, the elders of this community actually cared about such details?

After Rebecca had also helped you with your dress, you finally stood in front of a large mirror and looked closely at your reflection. You couldn't make up your mind how you felt about it all; before the wedding, for which you hadn't decided on the slightest thing, in the dress you and Winnifred had bought at the last minute. Staring at yourself like that, you realized that nothing really mattered much to you. You just wanted to get it over with.

Winnifred returned to the bedroom; you first saw her only in the mirror, and when you turned around, you noticed a bouquet in her hands. “I knew you would look beautiful,” she said with delight, her gaze expressing a tenderness you couldn't recall seeing in your own mother. She shook her head as if she had just remembered something. “I have something for you.” She handed you the bouquet of pink carnations and white freesias, tied with a silk ribbon in a pale shade of pink matching the color of the carnations. Somewhat caught off guard, you accepted the flowers. “Jamie just brought it.”

You took a shaky breath. “Oh…”

The ceremony, from start to finish, was to be held on Timothy's property. You didn't understand this aspect either, and Michael didn't clarify it to you, but given the significance of the white dress, you were able to draw your own conclusions – there was no greater, more important sanctity than the Barnes Family, therefore instead of any temple, there was the home of the head of the Family.

When you arrived, nothing had been clear since leaving the car. You weren't even sure if you were actually there – your body definitely, but everything else?

You and Michael stood in front of the entrance to the ballroom.

You weren't wrong about the temple analogy, and were made aware of it now as you saw more or less its interior; filled with chairs and guests sitting on them, it resembled a sanctuary of some kind – even the table at the far end of the room was an altar of sorts. Nevertheless, there was no traditional walking down the aisle; Michael led you down a corridor formed between two sides of the rows of chairs, but only because you needed his help – your veil made it difficult to see and the lengthy material of your dress to move freely.

Walking forward with the not-so-slow step you usually observed in brides, you kept your eyes on the ground. Paralyzed by some sudden fear, jitters, you were unable to focus it on anything else. All this nervousness was making you more and more distant from the reality of the situation.

Completely relying on Michael, you stopped when he stopped. Only then did you dare to lift your gaze, but the degree of transparency of the veil didn't allow you to see much. All you knew was that you stood right next to Bucky; that he had Steve and someone else at his side; that there was a man in front of you, acting not only as a priest but also as an official. At least that's what you thought, as you tried to logically interpret each element.

Normally, it should be Michael, in some way replacing your father, who should lift your veil in order to present you to your future husband, your new protector, provider. However, that right belonged exclusively to Bucky. Because Michael wasn't giving you away, he wasn't handing you over to good hands; it was Bucky who took you, if that was his will, accepted you, included you in the Family. From that moment on, your whole life depended on your husband.

But he didn't uncover your veil right away. It was as if you were to remain his sweet secret for as long as possible, protected from the gaze of others. Soon, though, he lifted the material and placed it behind your head, and he did so with such delicacy and concentration that you still didn't believe it was real.

Finally, you could look at his face, and although you could see the obvious tiredness and nervousness on it, he was still the most beautiful man you had ever met. And he was going to be yours for the rest of your life, until death do you part.

If there were actually vow words spoken – any words at all – you didn't hear them. Still numb with fear and anxiety, you stared at Bucky. He was scared too, you had no doubt about that, but instead of getting even worse, you felt... safe.

You approached the table on which the agreement rested. The priest handed the pen first to Bucky. But when Bucky leaned over the document, his hand holding the pen hung in the air. You only saw the side of his face, so couldn't tell much from it. Your forehead furrowed slightly; was he hesitating? Panicking? Had he suddenly changed his mind and was about to run away, leaving you at the altar? 

Finally, however, he signed, bringing you back to breathing.

He moved the piece of paper towards you and handed the pen, without even glancing at you. You, too, leaned over the table, once again sweeping your gaze over the agreement, in effect realizing that something was wrong. It had expanded by at least one condition and some bold print.

The WIFE is obliged to provide the HUSBAND with an heir within a period of twenty-one months, i.e. the WIFE and the HUSBAND are obliged to conceive a child within twelve months from the date of the wedding.

Breach of any of the conditions will result in immediate termination of the agreement and a material penalty agreed by the parties.

So far you have felt so weak that you had the impression that you were about to faint. Now, you felt anger boiling up inside you; a sense of betrayal, of being a victim of trickery, pierced your heart painfully. You tightened your fingers on the pen with such force that it almost broke under their pressure. Despite everything, you signed the agreement, with the tip of the pen almost tearing through the paper.

There had been a lot of inconveniences in your path lately, but you couldn't recall any of them putting you in such a horrible mood. And when Bucky’s eyes met yours, you knew he saw that awful disappointment. Just as he should – he should be aware that he had hurt you. Did you expect to see guilt in response? Probably. But instead, there was anger, irritation, and somehow you knew it wasn't directed at you.

You also felt it when exchanging rings; Bucky squeezed your wrist a little too hard as he slid the wedding band onto your finger. He turned his jitters and anxiety into resentment; a phenomenon that intrigued you enough to make you forget your own for a moment.

The priest grabbed a previously prepared dagger; it had been resting on the table since the beginning, waiting for basically the most important part of the ceremony. “The act of joining two bloods.” The man took your hand carefully, turned it over and gently moved the dagger blade across your palm, leaving a bloody, not very deep line. You winced slightly, muffling a whine of discomfort. “So that two Families become one,” he added, proceeding to do the same with Bucky's hand, and he accepted it without the slightest movement; as if the blade had not even tickled him.

Thinking little of it, you reached for Bucky's wrist to draw his hand closer, then covered the inside of it with yours. As if by reflex, his fingers closed and embraced your hand gently. Maybe you were angry, but your body followed its own rules, and as Bucky made this small gesture, you felt warmth coming from where your hands touched; it spread to your chest, to the pit of your stomach.

The ceremony came to an end in as grave a mood as the whole of it. Timothy invited the guests to the garden, where a tent had been set up earlier – Winnifred's idea, as she had refused to let the feast take place in Timothy's cave. She insisted on this dose of romance, and it wasn't until after the ceremony that you realized she was right. The tent in the garden, in the middle of spring, was truly uplifting.

But you and Bucky didn't follow the other guests. You didn't know the detailed layout of the rooms in that house, and the only secluded place you knew was the toilet. You dragged Bucky there almost by force, and apparently expecting an escalation of whatever was on your mind, he allowed you to do so. 

“What was that?” you asked before he managed to close the door behind you. Anger surged inside you again, and the best way to get rid of it that popped into your head was to hit Bucky with whatever you had in hand – in this case, your bouquet. “Promise me you’ll be my partner,” you quoted his words from a few days ago, and the flowers collided with his arm again. “My ally.” And again. “My wife.” And again. 

“Y/N…” he sighed, patiently taking your harmless punches.

“You tricked me into continuing your bloodline!” Paying no attention to his calm tone, you didn't stop to hit him with the bouquet, which, by the way, wasn't as destroyed as it should have been.

“Y/N!” he hollered, suddenly grabbing your forearm, therefore stopping you from striking again. “Let’s talk about this. Like reasonable people.”

“So I am a person?” Your eyebrows rose. “Not a breeding stock?”

“I didn’t know!”

“How could you not know! You worked on this agreement together!”

And you were yelling at each other again, this time locked in that small space being the bathroom in Timothy's huge house. This only increased your frustration, because neither of you could escape. Besides, you couldn't escape not only physically; you were now stuck with each other.

“I didn't know. Okay?” he said much more calmly, although you felt that a gentle push would be enough to shatter all that calm again. “Timothy changed the deal behind my back. I should’ve known that he would pull something like this, he was too compliant…” He shook his head, looking away.

You thought it would be easier if you also stopped looking at him. So you concentrated on the bouquet; you pulled out the flowers that were only appropriate for throwing away. “You expected that he could pull something like this,” you began in a hushed voice, tentatively lifting your gaze to him. “And you didn’t do anything about it?” 

He also looked at you, unable to hide that your words had affected him. At that moment, you regretted that they had left your lips, but on the other hand, maybe he should have heard them? After all, you were the one who was the most violated in the situation, and although you yourself once mentioned that a baby-free deal was rather impossible to achieve, you felt cheated. 

“Don’t say that.” Bucky's voice sounded as quiet and weak as yours, his eyes expressing a begging; asking you not to give up on him like that, not to throw him into one bag with his uncle. “I’ll talk to him,” he added quickly. “I’ll talk to him now.” He seemed distracted, heartbroken, waiting for your approval. 

On that day, he was definitely not himself. And it hit you, what you had promised him – not to make this any harder than it has to be.

“Bucky-” you spoke tenderly, touching his arm, which only a few minutes ago you had been punching. “Do it after the party, okay? I don't want to ruin it for you. The penny has dropped anyway, so…” You shrugged.

You were still angry, betrayed, disappointed. But in all this, you forgot to see that Bucky was trying; that he was carrying a little too much weight on his shoulders. It appeared that he had been tricked, too, and you were probably the only person who could – should – show him some support.

Bucky smiled sadly, his lips pressed together. You didn't know him long enough, but just as before you were able to sense that he wasn't angry at you, now you got the strong impression that there were processes going on in his head that could lead to dangerous consequences.

You joined the rest of the guests in a tent at the back of the house. They didn't notice your absence, or took it as perfectly natural – slipping away to satisfy some burning need; that maybe you couldn't wait any longer to fulfill your marital duty. You would have preferred it to be exactly that instead of new problems.

Although you didn't doubt Bucky's intentions anymore and believed that he didn't know about his uncle's ruse, there was this lingering sense of unease accompanying you all the time. Maybe it had something to do with the stress of the last few days, which had reached its zenith just today? Or would you have been able to relax at home, away from all those people?

During a seemingly endless conversation with Winnifred and Rebecca, you noticed that you had lost sight of Bucky. The last time you saw him talking to the man who had introduced himself to you earlier as Sam Wilson, but you couldn't pinpoint when exactly that was – fifteen minutes ago, but it might as well have been over an hour.

You decided to try not to panic. He was talking to someone again, this time out of your view, or holed up for a cigarette.

Somewhere outside the fence sounded the loud roar of an engine, followed by the screech of tires. A few guests stopped their ongoing conversations and listened for a moment, while the rest were not particularly concerned about the noise. You were not part of either group; anxiety suddenly grew to enormous sizes, turning your stomach inside out.

Someone touched your shoulder, and you immediately knew it wasn't him; Bucky would do it differently. You looked over and saw Michael – white as a sheet. “Can we talk?” 

You excused yourself, and Michael, keeping the appearance of being completely in control, led you into the house. You didn't ask what had happened – you sensed that something bad hung in the air. 

Michael brought you to Timothy's office. He, on the other hand, looked furious; he was sitting behind his desk, and there was a burning smell in the room.

“Your agreement.” He pointed to the desktop; to the charred scraps of paper resting on it and the ring – the same one you slid onto Bucky’s finger a couple hours earlier. 

At first your stomach dropped. He destroyed the agreement and left. And without Bucky, without the agreement, you were ruined. 

Despite the fact that you were terrified, you were not going to break down in front of Timothy. He had humiliated you enough. “Which one?” Having tilted your head to the side, you lifted your eyebrows. “There were two versions, right? Were you inspired by Rumlows with the second one?”

Your biting tone did not go unnoticed by Timothy. “You are acting very boldly for someone who will soon be left with nothing.”

Painfully aware that Timothy was right, you glanced at your secured future – burnt, useless. Not only that was burnt and useless; you and Bucky had burned all the bridges together; Bucky had first beaten Brock Rumlow, then humiliated John Walker and finally vanished into thin air himself. 

But why exactly did he do it? He didn’t listen to you and talked with Timothy anyway; there had to be something his uncle had to have done; something that pushed his limits, tipped his balance. Or maybe his sweet words meant nothing and he decided to show you that marriage really wasn’t for him?

“Looks like you're back on the market.” Timothy stated. “I'm really ashamed of what my nephew did to you, darling.”

Unable to listen to Timothy any longer, or even look at him, you turned to Michael. “Can we go home?”

“Certainly,” he answered in such a gentle, almost fatherly tone that you have never heard from him before.

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ascendance - 14

PAIRING: mob!bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: age gap (reader is 23, bucky is 37), sexual assault 

A/N: this one has some mentions of sexual assault, so i would proceed with caution or avoid it if it’s triggering or bothers you. 

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James couldn’t sleep the whole night, he couldn’t even leave the bed he was sharing with her. He wanted to leave, he wanted to give her space to think about what he’d just done ... He knew better to have some self control, to behave better than a horny teenager yet here he was, in his bedroom with the girl whom he’d been tasked to keep hostage sleeping next to him with marks of him on her neck. There was no denying what they had done, he could see it, he could feel it ... fuck, he could smell it. He smelled like her and she smelled like him; no matter how much he wanted to deny what the two had done. While part of him was yelling out, the other part of him was ... soft. He almost wanted to cuddle near her, brush his fingers through her hair, caress her still cheeks. Part off him wanted that closeness, part of him craved it like one craves food. Stuck in between those two different mindsets, he just remained there in bed, looking at her. 

She was beautiful ... no, not beautiful, she was breathtaking beautiful, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. In another life he’d romanced her the moment he set his eyes on her, he’d take her to his family’s endless brunches and his father would’ve loved her while his mother would’ve probably talked her ears off; yet he’d made a choice, so all he could do was look at her. He didn’t even dare touch her, instead moving to the other side of the bed, staring at the wall. 

The door opening had him immediately aware. His hand flew to the drawer of his bedside table, taking off his glock and keeping it precisely held in front of him as he opened the door that led to the living area. As his eyes registered the surroundings, he lowered his gun as he saw John standing there.

     - Busy night?

     - What do you want? - Bucky dropped his weapon on the table. 

     - Not answering your phone and I need a favour from Aveline.

     - I don’t do that anymore. 

     - Ah ... - he slowly walked towards his personal soldier, his hand grazing the door knob of his bedroom before Bucky stopped him. - I see.

     - A deal is a deal, isn’t that what you said?

     - Yes and she is quite good, isn’t she? I started thinking maybe she should move in with me for a while.

      - Just because she made one stupid deal does not mean she can make another one. - his hold was strong onto the door knob the metal bending to the sheer stress. 

     - Well if she can’t make another deal then maybe she can warm up my bed. It sure looks you enjoyed it yourself.

Bucky blood boiled at the mere suggestion but he was smart enough to know that it wasn’t a suggestion, it was a threat. John never suggested, he threatened and the blue-eyed man was sure he’d make do on his threat. He’d found a new weakness and Bucky wasn’t about to throw a fit and have the girl sleeping into his bed become some maniac pseudo form of a concubine to one of the men he most hated. She didn’t deserve that.  His body slackened as he realised he’d been stupid enough to believe he had a choice. He never did. 

    - What do you need? 

    - That’s more like it. 

    - You can leave now.

    - I think I’m gonna stay here. Just in case. - he took a seat in Bucky’s couch. - Besides, someone needs to stay back and watch over our little deal striker, don’t you agree?

    - It’s my flat.

    - It’s my prisoner.

Y/N herself woke up with the sun lightly shining on her. Her eyes were heavy as she opened them. There was no initial reaction as she woke up, she just remained in bed watching the dust slowly descend on her, the light making it visible and almost as slow as her state of mind. She just watched it for a few seconds before looking to the side, finding her nightgown slightly ripped on the ground. Like a kaleidoscope of memories, flashbacks played in her mind of last nights events; from his touch on her, his kiss, his face. Suddenly, the slow movements were replaced by a quick one as she jerked her face to the side, finding an empty, cold spot. Her heart shattered as she rose her torso, white sheet against her chest as she looked around only to realise he was gone and so were his clothes. He wasn’t here.

She grabbed a set off pyjamas from the clothes he’d given her and walked outside the room, hoping to find Bucky but instead she came face to face with the devil himself. However, lately she’d been wondering if the name itself had been given to him by his own self rather than the people around him. 

   - Must’ve been a good night. - he mocked her, noticing the hickeys down her neck. 

   - Where’s Bucky?

   - Aveline.

If her heart had shattered before hand it was now contracting onto itself as she tried her best not to let her emotions be seen. Whatever those emotions were. Instead, she remained strong in her stand, trying not to look as hurt as she was yet what could she have expected? Instead, she turned away from him, walking up to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. As a kid, her mother used to tell her things were only as bad as one could make them and those words had been ringing in her head ever since the beginning but now, now they were screams and it made her angry. It made her angry that things were bad, that she was stuck in this situation, that no matter what she did she had no control. Yet as that realisation dawned on her that she had no control, she realised something else. Looking at her reflection on the lightly yellow coloured tea on a white mug, a look of realisation fell in her features like a carefully drawn line. 

   - You have no control. - she looked over her shoulder. 

Those words ran deep through the man whom she’d learned to loathe, his features tightening as he crossed through the living room, reaching up to her and attempting to continue under that facade that he was the one who controlled everything and everyone, but she knew better, she had seen better. 

   - Is this all because your boy toy isn’t here? - his fingers attempted to touch the hickeys on her neck but she stopped him.

   - You have no control. - she repeated herself. - You toy around with people because you yourself have no control. You’re not feared if you need Bucky to get into Aveline’s power or if you need me to get into the Baron’s good graces. 

   - Shut. Up. - he punctuated his words, each syllable low but filled with nothing but venom. His facade was slowly cracking and she was much to hurt to care about the consequences, or maybe the darkest part of her wanted that revenge which was nothing but the truth of her own observations.

   - You’re a coward. 

//

Bucky stood in the entry hall of the Wellington’s, waves of memories he didn’t want to remember all sketched on his mind. He awaited there, like a pig awaiting slaughter as Aveline came down the stairs in a white summer dress with a purple bow in the back. He swallowed in dryly as she approached him, a small yet not trusting smile. It wasn’t what he wanted. 

   - I wasn’t expecting you to come. - her hands settled on top of his shoulders, playing with the fabric of his shirt. - I missed you, darl’, thought I wouldn’t see you again.

He didn’t say anything, he just remained there, numb to everything she inflicted on him. What could she do if not just stay there. There were consequences no matter what he did and he was so used to disappear behind his own eyes, to just be a being with no soul so he just remained there as her lips kissed his jaw. Except, this time, he could feel it. Not feel it as he felt Y/N’s kiss, it wasn’t the same, it wasn’t warm. Her touch was rough, not soft, and he could feel it. He could feel it all and he couldn’t hide, he could feel it. His mind short circuited as her hands unbuttoned his shirt.

   - Stop! - unconsciously, he pushed her away. 

The heiress scoffed, pushing herself off the ground before dusting her dress with her hands. She starred at the man in front of her for a few seconds, before cocking her head to the side, letting out a sarcastic laughter. Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed at her actions, trying to understand her actions.

   - Please don’t tell me you’re in love with her. - Bucky stood there silent, looking at her with the same glassy look in his eyes. - Oh my god, darl’, aren’t you stupid. 

   - Listen ...

   -  She doesn’t love you. - she interrupted him. - You’re keeping her hostage, away from her family. She’s surviving, not in love with you. 

   - John can’t ...

   - Oh please. - once again she interrupted him. - I knew there had to be a reason why you willingly came. I just didn’t believe it to be so stupid.

   - You’re not exactly smart. 

   - Yes, but I’m not in love with the person I’m holding captive, am I? 

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recomendations 2021: Week 3 | January 10-16

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My Masterlist

Andy Barber

One-Shot’s

Imagine by @worksby-d • Andy Barber x Reader – Reader takes their chances teasing and tempting Andy, but he can only take so much. | Really good smut.

Good little girl by @donutloverxo • Mob!Andy Barber x Reader — Married life isn’t always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems? (Part 1) | Let me just say the first part sort of darkish but not really? Also I can’t help but read Mob!Andy anything.

Ransom Drysdale

One-Shots

Introducing Chaos by @the-iceni-bitch • Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader — Ransom brings you to your first Thrombey family dinner, and you make a splash | I laughed so much while reading this and the smut was so good. It’s a really good read.

Drabbles

Playing Games by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl • Ransom Drysdale x Reader — Ransom, the man you loved, did the unforgivable. You confront him about it. | This left me wanting more so badly.

Chris Evans

One-Shot’s

Tonight’s Show by @theblvckvenus • Chris Evans x Fem!Reader — You come home to surprise Chris and his interviewer. But the excitement gets him the better of him and as soon as its over you’re in big trouble. | Came for the show definitely stayed for the smut ;)

Drabbles

Stranger on the Train by @carpediemm-18 • Chris Evans x Female!Reader — Chris comes to the aide of the reader on a late night subway ride. | Sweet and Short

Steve Rogers

Amorosa by @honeysucklesteve • Sugar Daddy!Steve x SugarBaby!Reader — you were drowning, barely surviving in new york city working at an upscale restaurant; the only thing keeping you barely afloat. when steve rogers, vp of stark industries, overhears your troubles, he proposes an agreement that’ll benefit the both of you. should you take it and suffer the consequences is up to you. | I have a huge weakness for Sugar Daddy fics, don’t ask me why but I do. This does not disappoint and it’s got some really good smut in it. Thank you Eleanor!

Bucky Barnes

The Winter Ghost by @msmarvelwrites • Bucky Barnes x Reader — A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change. | Get yourself some tissues because you will cry. Brontë wrote the smut moments perfectly that it flowed with the the rest of the chapters so perfectly. Nothing felt rushed, the story was just so perfect.

Picking Up the Pieces [1/3] by @gogolucky13 • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. [Modern AU] | For anyone who has ever felt like they were the second best, this is for you. I teared up while reading. Looking forward to see where this goes.

A Favor [1/?] by @buckysbabygorl • Bucky Barnes x Reader — After breaking up with her boyfriend; Y/N drunkenly admits to the team that she’s never had sex. Not only is she single, but she’s looking. | If you are looking for a laugh, this is the place to go, I’m excited to see where this goes.

One-Shot’s

Teacher’s Pet by @nastybuckybarnes [Dark Fic] • AlphaProfessor!Bucky x Omega!Reader x AlphaProfessor!Steve — The perfect omega doesn’t exist, right? Well, Steve and Bucky think they might’ve just found her in the form of one of their students. And they’re not gonna stop until they have her begging beneath them. | Okay this is such a good A/B/O one-shot. Like it’s got the little bit stuff you need instead of just jumping straight into the good stuff. Which isn’t bad, but sometimes a little bit of a burn, is so good. I highly recommend.

The Thought That Counts by @imerdwarf • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader offers to brush Bucky’s hair | All the fluffy fluffy-ness you could want or need.

On His Shoulder by @whateveriwant • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Five separate occasions in which Bucky tells you to put something on his shoulder. | A one-shot that made me wish I was somebodies Jack to somebodies ass. In all honesty Sam does a magnificent job giving reader a nickname and making this one-shot so unbelievably good. You got some laughs, some fluffs, and some smut.

Till The End Of The Line by @chanelsebbie • Bucky Barnes x Reader — You and Bucky go on a mission together to hopefully put a dent in H.Y.D.R.A., but things don’t go as planned. | Shaye how dare you, I cried, this is just so beautifully written and I just want more. Like I was waiting to see more and have him come back. I couldn’t make a link for this one-shot don’t know why, so here you all go.

Drabbles

Boob Move by @nano--raptor • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Y/N falls asleep with her boob hanging out on Bucky’s couch | I’ve never read something so funny yet hot all at once.

Drops of Jupiter by @imerdwarf • Bucky Barnes x Reader – Bucky has a nightmare and you find him on the rooftop looking up at the stars. | All The Fluff!

Lee Bodecker

One Shots

505 by @captain-barnes-writes • Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — On her summer break from college, Y/N embarks on an affair with Lee Bodecker. But she realizes that not all that drips from his lips is honey. | If you are looking for some dark Lee Bodecker, but I mean it’s Lee.. with some of angst thrown in and some smut, this one-shot is for you!

Misc.

Drabbles

I See You by @sevans-is-my-weakness • Colin Shea x TJ Hammond x F!Reader — TJ Hammond is your roommate and Colin Shea is your guys neighbor. | Short read that I enjoyed but I suggest also reading through this masterlist, there’s so much I want to share!

Writers

@bbonkyy - is one of my all time favorite writers but I could be bias as we are friends. I know they haven’t published in a really long time but they still deserve some recognition. They do take request, trust me they write some amazing smut! *chefs kiss*

@nsfwsebbie - Please please please do yourself a favor and check out Sabrina’s concepts masterlist, dark fics, and masterlist, I’m slowly making my way through them. Sabrina has got some writing talent in them and I love reading what they put out!

@mypoisonedvine - Looking for an eclectic collection of characters and different choices to choose from? j.d. has you covered with their stories. I love their writing, the dark, the fluffy and smut.

Writing Challenges:

Mostly a Milestone Writing Challenge hosted by @mostly-marvel-musings | What you need to know: You can write for celebrities but they have to be from the MCU or you can write for MCU characters. You do not have to reserve a spot in this challenge. OFC’s, any pairing, AU is welcome. The due date as of right now is the end of 2021 and the theme is... Romance Movies

Shout Out To My...

@redhead-wine-and-literature-club — Mods Scarlett and Ruby say they read and write fanfiction usually with a glass a wine to go with it. They are pairing characters (Steve and Bucky) Sebastian and Chris have played with wines. In February they’ll have daily prompt challenges. You can check out the club's welcome post here!