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The Master of the Dungeon 👹

°•☆So tasteful☆•°

♦️ Mob! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader ♦️

Your baked treats are suspiciously good and it attracts the mob boss’ attention.

CW: fluff, humor, obsession, meet cute, smitten Bucky, grumpy Bucky

Words: 750

A/N: Engagement is so low these days, I might not bother writing more, but I still really liked this idea, so here we go with this drabble ^^

Bucky Barnes masterlist || Part 2

Bucky hates these meetings.

When he took over the organization, he didn't think there'd be so many pleasantries involved. 

While he knows some degree of diplomacy is required, he expected a lot less talking and a lot more killing. That at least, he can't mess up. It is second nature, after all. When the handle of a blade fills his palm, he truly feels home. 

But this… 

It makes the killer in him antsy, restless. What he'd trade for a good, old-fashioned hunt. A worthy chase. He misses it, the thrill that coursed through him whenever he cornered a target. The fear shining in their eyes, the realization there would be no tomorrow…

The prospect makes his blood sing. 

He listens intently to Danny’s report, twirling the glass of brown liquor in his hand. 

"We found out who the mole was." Bucky perks up, his attention fully drawn. Each of his men does the same, their faces tight. The sting of betrayal permeates the air, clogging the room even more than the lingering clouds of smoke. There’s been a rat in their ranks for too long. He's been feeding information to the FBI for weeks, ruining deliveries, delaying shipments. 

Bucky’s mouth twists in contempt as pictures are tossed on the low wooden table brimming with manila folders and half-empty glasses of alcohol.

He takes in the face of the traitor. 

Rumlow. He knows he should have erased every trace of the old organization, but the bastard did good work and never asked too many questions. Turns out it’s because he was too busy running his damn mouth.

"What should we do about it, boss?" Danny asks. 

"Bring him to me. I’ll deal with him myself," he replies without hesitation, emptying his glass to its dregs before clenching his jaw. 

But the unhinged train of Bucky’s murderous thoughts is halted when his gaze lifts to one of his henchman, Leo, humming loud enough for him to hear.

"What are you doing?"

The boy freezes. Dark crumbs line his mouth as he looks at his boss with wide eyes.

A nervous stutter spills from his mouth.

"Just…eating a brownie, sir."

Bucky squints at Leo, a deep scowl scrunching his features.

He slaps the brownie out of the boy’s hand who watches it fall to the floor with a dejected expression.

"Eating a brownie, huh? What do you think this is? The neighborhood bake sale?"

Another subtle moan rises to his left and Bucky’s gaze narrows to yet another one of his henchmen indulging in the sweet delights. 

His voice trembles as he points at the plate of brownies.

"They are really good, sir. You should try one."

"I should-" 

Bucky scoffs, disbelief fluttering through him as he notices how many of the brownies have already been eaten. 

"Whatever. I swear to god if you don’t s-"

The mobster’s irate rant is halted when a brownie is shoved into his mouth by a henchman. Bucky frowns at the audacity, ready to end the meeting and commit murder on the spot, but…then the taste melts on his tongue, sweet and subtle. Heavenly. The scowl on his face eases as anger dissipates. 

"Who baked these?"

"The new chef, sir."

His frown returns. 

"New chef? What happened to the old chef?"

"He was…disposed of when we realized he was lacing the food with poison."

"Disposed of?"

The henchman who spoke shifts awkwardly in his chair.

"You slit his throat, sir."

Bucky nods as slow remembrance sneaks inside his mind. He’s not sure how that memory escaped him. The man screamed a lot. It left quite an impression.

"Right, I forgot that."

The meeting resumes but Bucky’s mind is elsewhere. It’s not often he’s comforted by something as trivial as baked goods. This is uncanny; he needs to inquire more about this new chef.

Their intentions should be gauged anyway. Who knows? Maybe they too, will need their throat slit. 

He’d never slit your throat. Bucky’s sure of that. 

When the mob boss entered the kitchen, his intentions were clear. Interrogate or intimidate, most likely both. But when he gets a glimpse of your angelic face, wrinkled in focus while you cover a cake in chocolate frosting, Bucky feels like he’s being stabbed right through the heart. Over and over again. He could have collapsed right here and then. 

And when you lift your head to smile at him - the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen - Bucky knows he’s fucking lost. 

Instantly, he knows, he needs to have you, no matter what it takes.

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Okay But Eddie Munson is 10000% the type of boyfriend who wants to dry your hair with a hairdryer after you showered together and tries to braid it afterwards. He also would let the warm air of the dryer hit your skin softly, giving you goosebumps because he knows you love it.

(NOT the traditional braids some people wear, more like this that you make when you’re a child yk? two on each side of your head!+ if your hair is long enough ofc)!!!

A/n: okay so I’m currently drying my hair and I was just kinda thinking about this AND NOW I HAVE TO TELL Y‘ALL MY THOUGHTS JEKDKYH. Also sorry for any typos or other writing mistakes <3

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Eddie would sit behind you on his bed, his legs on each side of yours. Since this man has long, thick hair himself he owns a hairdryer, not a big one though more like a vacation dryer. But he barley is using it himself because he likes the way it goes all puffy when it dries by itself. It became your routine to sit between his legs after you just showered together, your back facing him. After plugging in the little black dryer he immediately starts to shower you with love and care. He lets the warm air hit your body, leaving you there with goosebumps. He knows that you love the feeling of the warmth on your skin because it makes you feel safe, safer than you already are right now. His free hand rubs over the sides of your arms, up to your back, even higher to your hair where he starts to give you the best head massage ever. Ugh this man really tries his best to make you feel loved!! His long fingers run over your head for at least 20 minutes, even if your hair has been dry, for at least 10 minutes already. He just won’t stop touching and loving you. Soft whimpers and sighs leave your mouth during this whole massage session. Afterwards he would sit there, sticking the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth because he‘s so concentrated to braid your hair. You‘ve taught him how to do it after he cried over how he wants to braid your hair too, since you always made cute little braids into his hair when you were bored during class or break. He adores the way you sit on his lap at the cafeteria table, braiding his messy curly hair for your fun and trust me when I say he keeps them in the whole fucking day. Showing everyone how much he adores you and your work. "Is it too tight sweetheart?“ he asks while putting the hair tie at the end of your finished braid. You shake your head a little, not wanting to destroy his masterpiece. "‘s just right Ed‘s, thank you“ you smile while you turn to face him, placing a small peck on his lips. He happily hums into the kiss, pulling you closer to him until you’re sitting on his lap. "You‘re so beautiful Y/n“ he whispers into your mouth, another adorable smile forming on his lips. You respond with another soft kiss before snuggling your face into the crock of his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin.

"Let’s go to sleep now Love, school’s tomorrow“

"Since when do you care about school Ed‘s?“

"Oh I don’t! Just want my sweetheart to be concentrated tomorrow so I’ll get my pretty braids“

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