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Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt3]

Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You pay for your attitude in the best way possible Warnings: 18+ only, smut, edging/orgasm denial, cream pie, cum-play, mutual masturbation, squint and you might see voyerism, fluff, guns WC: 2427

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Your heels clicked loudly as you stormed through the house looking for Bucky, or in this case, Winter. You knew he was here somewhere because his driver was still having a smoke outside but there were too many rooms to check each of them. Instead, you planted yourself beside the front door and waited for him to rear his head.

“Something wrong, love?” Bucky asked as he caught the vision of you waiting, hand on hip and fire in your eyes.

“What the fuck is this?” You growled as you pulled the handgun that had suddenly appeared in your handbag overnight.

“I believe it’s a gun.” He smirked and continued to push his cufflinks into his business shirt.

“Ha ha, I forgot what a comedian you were.” You rolled your eyes. “What is it doing in my bag, Bucky?”

He stepped closer and ran his hands softly down your arms but you shook him off and held your stance firm, he wasn’t going to distract you with his smouldering charm today. With a sigh he pulled away, looking to Nico for help as he entered to foyer only to quickly back track.

“Rat bastard.” Bucky mumbled under his breath before turning his attention back to you, his eyes bleeding almost to black. “I wanted to make sure you are protected in case I’m not around, kukolka.”

“Win…” You sighed as you dropped your hand from your hip. “I don’t even know how to use this, I’m more likely to accidentally shoot myself.”

“I’ll teach you.” He said, taking the gun from your fingertips and shoving it down the back of his waistband and pulling his suit jacket on to hide it. “After what you pulled off last month, we are the richest syndicate on the East Coast. That puts a target on our backs.”

You couldn’t help but beam under his pride, your NFT plan had worked and Bucky was laundering millions every week, but you hadn’t spent too long thinking about the dangers it put you in. You had noticed the extra guards on the property and that when you went out you had almost as much of an entourage as Bucky did, now it made sense.

“Ok, but I’ll need a permit.” You said begrudgingly. “I’m not going to jail because of something stupid like that. It would just be embarrassing.”

“She launders millions and orders around the toughest mob boss in the state of New York, but was caught without a firearms permit.” Bucky laughed, stepping into his brilliantly shined shoes. “That would be pretty embarrassing, doll.”

“Who said you were the toughest mob boss?”

“Oooh, my queen is fierce this morning.” He smirked as he grabbed your jaw and pulled you forward to meet his lips. “I’ll have to fuck that attitude out of you when I get home.”

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His chest was pressed to your back, hands over yours and holding you pinned in place. You could barely breathe as his thigh nudged your legs wider and his lips brushed the side of your neck.

“Focus, kukolka.” Winter warned you as your ass naturally pressed back into him with a promise of good spanking if you didn’t heed his words. “Pull the trigger.”

You took a deep breath through your mouth so you didn’t get distracted by the Armani cologne he wore and tried to focus on the target that had been nailed to the trees at the back of the property. This was not what you thought you would be doing when Bucky returned home, you hadn’t even noticed Nico had disappeared until he returned with a hammer and a swollen thumb.

“Shouldn’t I have ear muffs or something?” You asked in another attempt at delaying the inevitable. “You always see them on tv.”

“If someone attacks I doubt you will have a pair of them on you.” Winter pointed out. “You need to know what you are in for, like the recoil.”

“The what?!” Your hands dropped but Winter caught them and aimed them back at the target. “I don’t think I can do this…”

“I’ve got you.” He stilled your trembling hand and let one of his fall to your hip. “I remember the first time I pulled the trigger.”

“I’m pretty sure you were born with a gun in one hand and a flask of whiskey in the other.”

“Close but not quite.” He chuckled and let his other hand fall to your hip too. “It’s not as scary as it seems. Pull the trigger.”

You turned your face away and screwed your eyes shut as your index finger curled over the trigger. If the deafening bang wasn’t enough to scare the living daylights out of you, the snap of the recoil did. Winter’s hands were quick as lightning as they caught yours and steadied the hold before you could drop the weapon or accidentally discharge it.

“Good girl.” He grinned and pressed his lips to your cheek.

“Did I hit it?” You blinked rapidly, still stunned by the sound and force of your shot.

Winter’s laugh vibrated from his chest as he shook his head. “Not even close, but you pulled the trigger. That’s the hardest part.”

You had to admit now that you had done it once and knew what to expect, the idea did seem easier, you would certainly hold it a bit tighter now that you felt how much it recoiled in your grip and you began to raise the weapon again. This time you aimed to keep your eyes open so you could actually see the target.

“I think I should get a prize if I hit the target.”

Winter’s hand snaked down your body, tugging up the hem of your dress so he could brush aside your panties. “Sounds fair to me.”

Your head tipped back onto his shoulder as what his fingers did was not fair at all. You found it impossible to focus on aiming as they dipped between your folds and teased your clit, soft moans filling the quiet afternoon air. “Win, fuck, thats, not, fair.”

Your hips were rolling as they sought more friction, more depth than his thick fingers could offer. “Take the shot, kukolka. Claim your prize.”

His fingers disappeared and you whimpered at the loss before he raised his glistening digits to his lips, licking them clean as your panties dampened even more. You knew the game he was playing and you wanted so desperately to win. Focus, focus, focus. You remembered his instructions and how to line up the sights on the slide, looking down the barrel and at the target beyond. Deep breath in, sight the target, slowly exhale, pull the trigger. The gun still bounced back in your grip but nothing like the first shot and you saw the bark behind the target splinter as your bullet lodged deep into the trunk.

“Ouch, bad luck, doll.” Bucky sucked the air between his teeth as he took the gun and hit the magazine release as well as the round in the chamber, tucking them away behind his back.

“Woah, uh-uh, I hit the target.” You said as you stopped him from heading back towards the house. “You didn’t stipulate it had to be a head shot.”

You grabbed his hand and he let you tow him to the tree trunk and pointed out the tiny tear in the edge of the paper where your bullet had entered the trunk, nowhere near close to the outline of a head.

“See, target hit.”

Bucky was trying not to laugh as he touched the spot, his finger widening the hole in an innocent way that left you breathless nonetheless. “Someone is just desperate for a prize.”

“Wouldn’t you?” Your lip was caught between your teeth as you stepped up onto a root that stretched out beneath the tree and you stood eye to eye with him.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you baby?” He smirked as he ran his thumb over your lip, pulling it from your bite. You couldn’t help but flick your tongue out, tasting the pad of his thumb before sucking it as his pupils blew wide and his breathing deepened. “Fuck. Turn around.”

You smiled triumphantly as he spun you against the tree, your hands splayed against the trunk as his hands bunched your dress up. The thin material of your panties were torn apart and left to fall to the leaves before you heard his zip. You were already whimpering for him as he pulled your hips back and pushed your face forward, snapping his hips so he could fill you in one go. Your cry was lost as his hand clamped over your mouth and you were reminded that there were guards roaming the property.

“You’re mine, doll, no one else gets to see you like this.” He promised between sweet kisses and sharp bites to your neck. “So be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

His hand fell from your mouth and you bit your lip to keep them shut as he circled your clit instead. It took all of your concentration to stay quiet as your legs began to tremble with every long stroke of his cock against your walls.

“Don’t cum just yet, babygirl.” He warned as his rhythm failed.”Remember my promise this morning.”

Your head was clouded by your impending orgasm when suddenly his cock twitched as his deep groan filled your ears as he spilled himself inside and pulled his hand away from where you needed it most.

“Gonna fuck the attitude out of you first. Then you’ll get your prize.” He smirked, pulling out after his release ended. “Close your legs, doll, I don’t want any of that leaking out between here and our bed.”

He tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped it up before whistling happily along the path, stopping a moment to check you were following him. Your knees were pressed together tightly as you tried to walk without letting his cum drip down your legs but gravity was a losing battle and you decided speed would be better over strategy, power walking past your grinning beau. You dared not give him the usual lippy attitude as you passed him  in case he withheld anymore orgasms, but you knew when you finally got your prize it would be monumental.

Your clothes were discarded in a messy heap as you entered your room and waited on the bed for Bucky. Your legs were crossed and your hips slightly raised, doing exactly as you were told, when he walked in the room a short while after. His shirt had been unbuttoned and hung loose around his body, the light illuminating every defining line that cut his abdominal muscle into the six pack you wanted to ride.

“Open.”

Your legs spread wide as he stopped at the foot of the bed, the feel of his liquid silk  slipping through your folds and running over you already had you trembling and his hands dropped his trousers so he could stroke his already hard again cock. The possessive burn of his eyes set your skin on fire and your fingers inched over your hip, begging permission to touch yourself.

“Go on, love.” He nodded as he gripped himself tighter. “Take yourself to the edge, but I’ll be the one who makes you cum.”

You sighed happily as you applied the pressure you needed to your clit, dipping your fingers down to gather his cum to use it to soothe the ache on your swollen bundle of nerves. Your back arched as your fingers easily glided over the nub and your walls fluttered, more of his cum dripping from your needy cunt and earning a deep moan from Bucky as he appreciated the sight. Your eyes locked together and you felt the tightening in your core curl your toes, pushing yourself to the brink before you threw your hands away from your body and tried to fight the urge to finish.

“You are perfect.” He vowed as he climbed on the bed, leaving kisses up your thighs before his tongue lashed slowly through your folds, gathering a mouthful of his cum and your arousal. His cock rested between you and every movement left his veiny shaft rubbing over your sensitive clit as he captured your lips, tongue sharing the taste of your bodies combined. “You can cum whenever you want now, doll.”

His hips pulled back so his cock could fall between your legs before he snapped them back into you, your body putting up no resistance as he filled you to your core. You could finally cry out his name, the thick walls of your room trapping the sounds of your ecstasy firmly within them. Your fingers clawed at his back as the edging left you blinded with passion and you bucked your hips up to meet his every thrust, his pelvic bone applying just the right touch for whitehot spots of light to dart across your vision.

Unintelligible words tumbled from your lips as your orgasm built and built and built until you thought you would just combust into a billion atoms. Your mind splintered and for a moment there was no feeling at all, it was like time stopped as your soul left your body and every muscle froze. Then you came crashing back down, your pussy pulsing uncontrollably as your legs wrapped around his back, liquid gushing around his cock as your body was overcome with fever.

“Holy shit.” Bucky moaned as he watched your orgasm rip through you, feeling your walls draw him in and hold him tighter than ever as his thighs were drenched by the torrent of liquid squirting over him. “Oh, fuck, so good.”

He couldn’t hold back any longer, not when your eyes rolled back into your head and he knew he had kept his promise. Collapsing onto your chest, he shuddered as he spilled himself inside you once again, both of your bodies covered in a light sweat from the sweet torture you had been put through. Rolling his eyes to look up at you from where he lay you could only move enough to place a kiss on his forehead, his eyes fluttering closed at the softness.

“Are you still going to give me attitude?” He asked with a small hint of a smile, really not minding it at all.

Your chest bumped his head with a laugh and you stroked your fingers through his hair. “Am I still breathing?”

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Ooooh god next chapter is going to be AMMAAZING

Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues

A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Good things come to those who wait.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 4300

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In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.

Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.

For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-

Until now.

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Dyed Hair Disaster

STEVEN GRANT X READER , MARC SPECTOR X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER

prompt : the moon knight boys laugh at you and your horrible attempt at dyeing your hair

hi hi it’s me again, this idea popped in my head when i was out shopping and thought of buying some boxed hair dye and then went “nope im gonna mess it up and people are gonna laugh at me.” ENJOY!!

likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3

word count : 1,391

warnings : none, this is crack and just funsies all around.

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It starts as any normal Monday. Steven is the one to wake up this morning since he has the morning shift at the museum. Before, Steven would not have been so excited to get to work. All he did was restock stupid merchandise and stand behind a counter all day after all. But recently, Jake had done…something to Donna that made her change her mind and gave him the tourist job. He won’t question it, he’s just happy to not have to look at those horrific items anymore.

Steven feels around beside him trying to look for your warm embrace so he can cling to you like a baby koala but frowns when he doesn’t find you anywhere. The man blearily opens his eyes, squinting as he adjusts to the glaring light coming from the window. You must already be awake now if the window is open, that is unless Marc had left it open when he came home from patrol but Steven knew Marc would never be that careless.

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Stating a petition so people stop writing love triangle… why choose when you can go to Paris 🙃

A Correspondence of Obligation - Prologue

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: A little angsty but really nothing!!

a/n: Here we goooo!! So so excited to get this series started :))

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My Princess, 

When you refuse to reply to my letters, it only makes me yearn for your words more. I wonder how your penmanship would look on the parchment from your stationary, how your seal would look stamped on the envelope. I wonder how to become deserving of you. 

Is there a method to this madness you put me through? 

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Fuck I had eye surgery a week ago my eyes are hurting and it’s midnight but I don’t want to stop reading and that’s how much I love this fic already

Hands That Heal - Ch. 2

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky knows all about having a past and doesn’t judge you for yours. Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. (smut will come later) Word count: 3164

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

RECAP: “Do I know you?” Axel asked as he pointed the weapon at Bucky. “You look familiar but I know you don’t belong ‘round these parts.”

“Nah.” Bucky smirked, not showing an ounce of fear as he looked down the barrel of the gun. “I’m just here for her hands.”

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“The fuck did you say?” Axel growled as he stepped closer to Bucky but you moved in to intercept him.

“Ax, I’m just fixing his bike.” You said as you placed your hand on his gun arm and tried to lower it. “That’s all.”

“Not that it is any of your business.” Bucky commented.

You wished he would go back to being quiet, you didn’t understand why he was suddenly talkative but you would certainly ask if you all made it out of this moment alive. For now you had to try to stop your ex from putting a bullet in Bucky’s brain. That goal was getting harder by the second as he glared down at Axel and neither man looked ready to back down from the staring contest.

“You are not helping, Bucky.” You pointed to him before poking Axel in his leather clad chest. “And you, you know better than to come here. Go home to your wife and fix your fucking fence.”

“When did you grow a set of balls?”

Axel sneered at your sudden confidence but there was something about knowing Bucky was there and fearless that gave you the courage to talk to him in ways you never had before.

“Just get off my property.” You sighed and pointed out the garage door. “You’re not the only one with a gun, remember.”

“You’re lucky I’m late for church.” He growled before getting up in Bucky’s face. “You touch my girl, you’re dead.”

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Mob!Henry x Reader Mini-Series Masterlist (COMPLETED)

Plot:  The one where we get a sneak peek of different moments of the life of Henry Cavill, the head of the biggest and oldest mob in Europe. And the woman who owns his heart.

[A/N: This is not a chronological series. We are basically seeing glimpses (one shots) of what it’s like to be Henry’s little mobwife.]

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Okey so basically you know how I am a Muslim ? Well I live in France and I hate it ! And it was my dream since I was 15 to get out of here well in August I am officially moving to Montréal to study !!!!! I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY U CANNOT IMAGINE

Okey so I know I was supposed to come back after Ramadan 🙃🥺but I just realized my biggest dream and I needed to take time to actually process the big changes that are gonna happen in my life

And so I am happy to announce that I’m officially back and I will be binge reading all of your fics because I fucking missed you

Oh, oh, oh!!! I would love to hear about your dream?!?!?! I am so excited for you and I hope it is everything you want it to be ♥️

I missed you sweetie but I'm super happy you took the time to think about your future!

Hi I had an idea and though I’d request it if you don’t mind. Asgard didn’t get destroyed, Thanos was defeated and Loki is alive. Thor is king and invites the avengers to Asgard for a ball and an announcement. During a tour the team sees Loki in the gardens and are like “wtf is he doing out of prison”. They see him laughing and whispering to a woman. Thor calms them and tells them that the special announcement is Lokis betrothal. They get introduced the the reader (princess whatever) and are shocked because she’s delicate and sweet where Loki is dark and mischievous. Loki and Thor share a smirk because they know what a fierce warrior she is on the battlefield yet can be dainty and ladylike in court.

This was cute! I essentially used your request as the background to this scene. I hope you enjoy! Warnings: small fight scene, mostly fluff WC: 1081

The Light to his Dark || l.l

You were everything he was not, perhaps that was why you were perfect for him. When you met Loki, something just clicked. You never feared him, despite the vicious stories that were spread among the Asgardian gossip circles, you found his presence calming and his mannerisms sweet.

“Why would he invite the avengers here?” Loki growled as he paced the gardens his mother used to tend.

“Maybe it is to show them that you were not the boy who made those mistakes but a man who is ready to take responsibility?” You offered as you carefully picked a ripe and glowing starfruit. “I would like to visit Midgard someday, it sounds like an awfully exciting place.”

“Awful is one way to put it.” He muttered as he dropped into one of the cane loungers and produced a book from his cloaks. “The only good thing they have is a decadent beverage called coffee.”

You skipped over to his spot, eager to hear his many tales, and nudged the book aside so you could take the space on his lap. “What is it?”

“The production of it is something of a mystery but it rejuvenates like nothing else I have tasted. I swear rest was far from my mind after imbibing the black solution.”

“That sounds like something that would be useful on our wedding night.” You teased as you trailed a hand down his leather clad chest.

“I hope you are not implying what I think you are implying, my love.” He quirked an eyebrow daringly. “You are my very own shot of coffee, the moment I taste you on my lips, sleep is far from my mind.”

He shifted his long legs so that you fell closer to him and took the opportunity to claim your lips as they parted with your surprised gasp. You could feel his triumphant smirk without even having to open your eyes but his kiss was evaporating all thoughts of reprimanding him for giving you a fright. You had come to know and love all of his traits and knew the mischievous streak was embedded in his nature and was just like breathing to him, you could hardly ask him not to.

“We need to go, I still need to prune Frigga’s roses.” You sighed as you pulled out of his embrace rising from the chair with him in tow.

Your stomach fluttered as you caught the glint in his green eyes and looked towards the rose gardens across the palace courtyard. “Race you.”

To anyone who saw you at a glance they would see the royal socialite, a goddess in her own right, dainty and precious as your movements flowed like water. You came from the lineage of spring personified and where you went life blossomed, flowers bloomed and fruit sweetened. But that was not all you were, you were trained by Frigga herself to protect the palace and the Asgardians who resided within it.

You hadn’t noticed that the Avengers had arrived with King Thor, stepping out of the grand palace and into the courtyard that was surrounded by the gardens and orchards. They were watching with curious eyes as you rose from the cane chaise and pulled Loki to his feet, tucking a wayward lock of dark hair behind his ears and a smile gracing your face. His lips trailed along your jaw as he locked eyes on the group watching and whispered something in your ear.

You spun away from him with excitement, the layers of your dress billowing out as you raced to exit the orchard first. It was only the feel of air shifting that had you ducking in time to see Loki’s blade bury itself in a tree trunk. Your laugh filled the air as you swiped it out of the tree, pressing a palm over the cut and healing it before throwing the dagger back.

“Playing dirty already, my love?” You teased as you turned and froze.

The Avengers had seen Loki attacking a maiden and taken no time in surrounding him with their primitive weapons. The grass seemed to swell beneath your feet, flowers sprouting as you pushed your way between them to place yourself firmly in the way.

“Thor!” You hissed as he stood alone, chuckling to himself. “Please kindly tell your guests to put their weapons away before I am forced to draw my own.”

“Um, excuse me, but didn’t he just try to kill you?” A man with a red iron suit said as he tipped his mask back. “You really want to protect him?”

“Please, if you think I could kill her then you are even more of a fool than I thought, Stark.” Loki scoffed and stepped closer behind you to rest his hands on your hips.

Thor grinned as he stepped over to the group. “My friends, let me introduce you to Lady y/n, Loki’s betrothed.”

You could almost feel the pride radiating off Loki as his thumbs drew small circles on your hips, leaving you to go through the introductions while they tried to ignore his presence. You could already feel them softening to you, the sense of calm that came from sitting next to a softly bubbling stream surrounded by open air and fragrant flowers in the breeze. Your light nature was as strong as Loki’s dark, balancing each other.

“Loki has changed, you’ll see.” Thor promised.

“Last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everyone, where are you at these days?” A seemingly nervous man asked as his hand wrung together.

“It varies from moment to moment.” You turned enough to slap Loki’s stomach and he huffed with a roll of his eyes before clearing his throat. “That was a joke. I no longer have the grandeur plans of decimating your cities and wielding my power over your rudimentary species.”

“I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t get out much, as you can tell.” You laughed to ease the tension. “I hope to see you at the ball this evening. Excuse us.”

You half dragged Loki away as he waved back at the others, his smile never wavering until you were back into your apartment in the palace.

“Well that was certainly entertaining.” He chuckled as he dropped onto the canopy bed.

“Loki.” You sighed, climbing in beside him. “Please play nice tonight, for me? This is our celebration.”

He answered with a kiss as he pulled you closer in his arms. “Anything for you.”