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[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 31

Part 31: Girl on Fire

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Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, references to sexual violence. Strong language, dismemberment, and physical violence. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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When Bucky’s phone rang, it didn’t surprise him. When he saw Kat’s number… They didn’t have plans tonight. Why the hell was she calling?

“Hello,” Bucky said, pausing the cage match he’d been watching.

“Bucky?” Kat sniffled, tears in her voice.

“Yes?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she said, clearing trying not to sob.

“Have you been hurt?” he asked, pulling the lever to sit up in his recliner. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “It’s my sister, Paulina.”

Ah. “What happened?”

“She’s unconscious,” Kat managed. “I don’t know what happened. But neither of us have insurance…”

Neither of them was legal residents of the US either. Bucky sighed.

“I’ll send someone down there,” he told her, ready to get back to his fight. Before his hand reached the lever on his chair, she started sobbing in earnest.

“Please,” Kat begged him. “Will you come down here?”

Kat wasn’t usually so needy. Usually, she stuck to their agreement. Something had her shaken up.

“Give me a few minutes,” he said before hanging up. Shaking his head, he shot a text to his men telling them he needed the car ASAP.

Erik Killmonger was there in less than five minutes. He’d been a soldier for the Barnes family for the last five years. The entire time, he’d handled the tasks that he was given. He never failed, followed orders to a fault, and was always quiet and respectful, Bucky’s three favorite qualities in a soldier.

Erik’s ambition had been obvious from the beginning. It was in the confident way he walked, the efficient way he took care of business. It was there when he asked Bucky if he could serve him personally. Since then, he had Erik reporting directly to Hansen, and he showed the same respect to him.

The two men were comparable in their abilities, evenly matched when it came to killing a man. But where Hansen liked to put on a show and preen around, psychologically breaking down his prey, Erik was silently lethal. Bucky had to wonder if half of the men he’d sent him to kill even saw him coming.

Now that Hansen was wherever the fuck Hansen was, Bucky didn’t believe for a fucking minute the bastard was dead, Erik was his top lieutenant. Maybe he should have been all along.

He’d put the man in charge of finding Hansen. Erik knew him better than he did. Bucky’s only request was that Hansen be brought in alive. Bucky wanted to kill the fucker himself. The betrayal signed his death warrant. The fact that Hansen thought he was going to just make off with the woman Bucky coveted, the bright jewel in the crown he'd soon wear... Bucky was just sorry he could only kill him once.

“Where we off to?” Erik asked, ready to go.

“The hospital,” Bucky said, following him out to the garage. “Kat’s sister is there. I don’t know what happened yet.”

Erik held the door open for Bucky to climb in the back of the huge SUV. Walking around, Erik took a seat in the front next to the driver.

Bucky caught Zemo’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to the hospital. St. Agnes," he told him.

When they reached the hospital, pulling up to the door at the ER, Zemo again met his gaze in the mirror. “Should you be going in there, boss?” he asked respectfully.

“He can go wherever he wants,” Erik said, opening his door. “Nothing’s going to happen to him.”

Damn right. Very soon, Bucky would be the goddamn king of Boston.

He waited while Erik inquired about Paulina, speaking to the older woman at the emergency room desk. His man led him past the desk, swiftly through a maze of corridors until they found Paulina’s room. Kat looked grateful when they arrived, her dark eyes still shiny with tears when she opened the door.

Paulina lay in the hospital bed, curled in on her side. Her hair was a wild tangle around her head and her face was streaked with makeup and tears.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, moving to stand at the foot of the hospital bed. Erik closed the door, staying close to it.

“We went shopping,” Kat explained in her tear-filled voice. “Our car dropped her off first at her apartment building. And then… I w-went home.”

“So she was attacked in her apartment?” Bucky asked.

“I didn’t see it happen,” Kat went on. “But she didn’t make it into her apartment. Someone found her in the hallway… One of her neighbors called an a-ambulance.”

Great. More people in his business.

“My number was the emergency contact on her phone,” Kat went on. “They called me.”

“I’m sorry this happened, Kat,” Bucky said, his patience slipping. “But you didn’t need me to come down here to pay the bill.”

“What if this wasn’t random?” Kat asked.

“What else would it be?” he countered.

“Steve,” she said. “I think Steve is behind this.”

Bucky shook his head. “Why would you think Steve had anything to do with this?”’

“Why?” Kat threw her hands up. “Isn’t it obvious? With everything you’ve done to him? With you taking me away from him? He’s hitting back.”

That had Bucky chuckling. Yeah, he’d put Rogers through some things. And it wouldn’t be long until he finished Rogers, put him and his fucking family down and took the lead that should have been his when the old boss died.

“Yeah, he’ll try.” Bucky stared her down. “But what does that have to do with you and your sister? I didn’t take you away from him. You were all over me when he threw you off to get married if I remember correctly.”

Kat looked affronted. “You took me away from him. Paulina? She was seeing his consigliere.”

“Still not seeing a connection,” Bucky told her, ready to end the conversation.

Ready to end things with her period. Pretty soon, he wouldn’t need Kat.

“Banner betrayed him,” she said. “Maybe that’s why they went after Paulina.”

It was plausible. But why hit his family there? As Kat pointed out, Paulina had been Banner’s side piece. Banner was out of the Rogers’ family and no longer any use to the Barnes family. Honestly, Banner was lucky Rogers let him live. But messing with Banner’s mistress after the fact? It didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t Rogers’ style.

That reminded him. Banner had been laying low on Stark’s turf after Rogers ousted him. Then he’d disappeared. Bucky made a mental note to follow up on that.

“Did anyone see who did it?” Erik asked. “Did the neighbor see anything?”

“No,” Kat told them. “They just found her. Beaten… Don’t you understand? She wasn’t robbed or violated or anything else. Just beaten. To hurt her was the point. What else could it be? Am I next?”

Bucky moved closer to Kat, taking her chin in his fingers. She trembled in his grasp, and he knew she was scared. He wanted her to be.

“Pain and death are always the point,” Bucky whispered, gazing into her eyes. “But Steve’s not after you, Katerina. He’s not after you sister.”

Releasing her, he watched indignation and hurt bleed into her expression.

“When Rogers strikes at me,” he explained, “he’ll make it hurt. He’ll make it personal.”

“This is personal,” her voice was rising. “This does hurt.”

“You and your sister maybe,” Bucky told her. “It’s not personal for me. It doesn’t hurt. I’d have to care about you and your sister for this to hurt me and I don’t.”

Tears slid from her eyes now. “You’re wrong.”

Bucky moved closer to the woman on the bed. Her makeup was a mess but on closer inspection, there were no cuts on her face. There could be bruises under the makeup, he supposed. Pulling back a tangled section of her hair revealed her throat. No bruises there or any injuries at all.

Kat said she was beaten. Were they fucking with him?

Grabbing the edge of the blanket covering the woman, he pulled it back to reveal her unconscious form covered by a thin hospital gown with shorter sleeves. He half-expected her arms and the rest of her to be unmarked as well. He was all ready to flip shit on Kat and her sister for wasting his time.

Paulina’s arm? That was a different story. The bruises were red and angry, lacing up from her forearm like macabre artwork. The gown opened at the back, and she lay on her side facing him. Throwing the blanket back, he leaned over to look at the woman’s back. A wild patch of pink and red marks covered most of it. The one contusion right where her kidney was? That had him wincing.

Tomorrow, her skin would be purple, black, and blue and she’d be feeling it. Shaking his head, he pulled the blanket away from the rest of her. More evidence of the beating she’d taken over thighs and upper shins. Nothing close to the ankle…

Kat, still lost in her indignation, glared at him as she grabbed the blanket to cover her sister up again.

“Still think this is random?” she asked, still swiping away tears.

Bucky shrugged as he headed for the door. “I’ll handle the billing,” he said over his shoulder as he walked out.

The entire situation should have left his mind never to return the minute he was back in his car and headed home. Bucky just couldn’t get his mind off it. It was just so off. Why was it done? What did it mean?

Was it a message for him?

***

After finishing his run, Bucky headed for his study to check messages before getting a shower.

“Bucky?”

He jumped at how off-guard she’d caught him. There Kat stood in the door of his study, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her big dark eyes were on him, a shiny red shopping bag dangling from her manicured fingers.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked irritably. He didn’t like her coming by his house uninvited. She knew that.

“I’m sorry.” She looked it.

As he stood watching her, a sweaty mess behind his desk, she meekly approached him. Stopping on the other side of his desk, she carefully placed the bag on the top of his desk between them.

“It’s for you,” she said forlornly. “Thank you for helping Paulina.”

Blowing out an exhale, he looked at the bag. “She out of the hospital yet?”

Kat nodded. “She’s home. Resting. I’m staying with her since we don’t know who did this… or why.”

Bucky hated wasting the manpower but in the off-chance Kat was right… “I’ll send someone to keep an eye on her place for the next couple of days, okay?”

“And mine?” she asked, flashing him a smile.

“You said you were staying with her,” he pointed out. “You stay with her, someone’s looking after you too.”

The smile faded and he couldn’t even feel badly about it. Kat was one of many. He’d had women who were more beautiful, better in bed. She wasn’t unique. She wouldn’t even be memorable.

And she’d served her purpose a long time ago. He took up with her to piss off Steve, to hurt his wife. While Rogers had been pissed and insulted that Bucky brought his former mistress to his wedding, he hadn’t succeeded in his second objective. The new Mrs. Rogers hadn’t been hurt.

No, the daughter of the old boss and the new bride of his enemy had turned out to be a lioness.

Think of that. The girl had been hidden away like Quasimodo in his bell tower, mutilated and not fit for society. That was what he’d always been told about the old boss’s surviving child. His bitch wife, who’d ripped Bucky’s family apart by having an affair with his father, died trying to get out and killed the man’s son. The daughter was never supposed to be anything for Bucky Barnes to be concerned with.

Even so, Bucky hated her. He’d been glad she was disfigured, glad she’d never be out in the world. He’d even toyed around with the idea of paying her a visit once her father died. Taking care of the disfigured little lamb once and for all.

Rogers had executed his plan well. That he was kissing ass to claim the crown, Bucky got that. He had no idea, however, that Rogers planned to marry the boss's daughter who was supposed to be horribly disfigured. Within a week of her father dying, Bucky gets word that she’s engaged to Rogers and the wedding Is being rushed.

When he went to confront Rogers about it, he was surprised to find her alone and barely dressed in the kitchen. She was uncovered enough for him to see there wasn’t likely a scar or blemish on her. She was amazingly beautiful wearing her whore mother’s face with innocent eyes. That first impression of her had him both hard as a rock and ready to commit murder, right there in Rogers’ kitchen.

Rogers knew what he was doing. He didn’t care who she was, that her mother destroyed the Barnes family. Rogers didn’t care about anything but the throne and it was then Bucky decided he’d do whatever it took to take Rogers’ crown, to take him and his bitch wife out.

But he couldn't get her out of his head. Not once he saw her.

Bucky had assumed for most of his life that Mrs. Rogers was his half-sister. The daughter of his father. After meeting her, he looked into it, knowing her father would have had a paternity test done under the circumstances. With a little patience and a lot of money, Bucky had an answer.

Mrs. Rogers was not related to him by blood. The old boss was her father after all.

By the time he figured this out, Bucky had found his attitude toward Mrs. Rogers shifting. Yeah, he could kill her when he destroyed her husband. No one would be surprised or even blame him.

But he’d never met a woman like her. There was a fire, an iron will, buried beneath the persona. Mrs. Rogers was stunning, beautiful. But according to Loguidice, Rogers’ bride wasn’t just a pretty face. There was a beast in her heart. The lioness could handle her husband, win his men’s loyalty, and even fucking shoot Lloyd Hansen which had been hilarious when his lieutenant had to explain it to him.

And she would be Bucky’s at the end of this. It was going to happen.

Glancing at his current mistress, he knew it was past time to end things. But he’d wait until Paulina had mended. Make sure nothing else was heard about that little incident. Then he’d drop the hammer.

“Do you really care so little about me?” Kat asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.

It wasn’t a bad acting job. Bucky smiled.

“Do we really care about each other?” he wanted to know. “Relationships aren’t based solely on love. That’s the movies. Relationships are based on mutual need. You need someone to give you money to maintain your lifestyle and I need sex and occasionally some arm candy. Don’t make this something more than it really is.”

Hooking a finger in the bag, he peeked into it to see a wad of tissue paper.

Kat watched him expectantly.

Grabbing the bag, he pulled out whatever she had wrapped in that tissue paper. It felt odd in his hand, more than one thing. The first thing he encountered was a small jewel box. Setting the rest down, he opened that to see a set of ruby cufflinks winking up at him from the black velvet.

He had to give her credit. She knew his tastes.

“These are nice,” he told her with a grin. “Thank you… What else do we have here?”

Kat’s brow creased as she watched him pick up the wad of tissue still in front of him.

“There was nothing else,” she said, looking confused.

But there was something else. Peeling away the tissue paper, Bucky stared at the fucking fingers – five human fingers – he held in his hands. In disgust, he dropped them onto the desk as Kat covered her mouth with her hand, backing away in horror.

“What the fuck?” he demanded, staring at those digits.

She shook her head. “No,” she said. “I didn’t do that. I didn’t… I feel sick.”

Kat dashed from his study like the devil was chasing her as Bucky muscled his way past the revulsion to study those digits. The fingers of a white man, toughened from work. There was no blood. No rings. No scars or other identifying marks.

Grabbing the bag, Bucky looked to see if there was something else. There was. A business card for a donut shop on Rogers’ turf. He recognized the name of the shop.

Fuck.

Bucky hadn’t ordered a hit on that shop or the girl. No, that was all Hansen who took the girl that worked there. Bucky hadn’t known a thing about it until after Rogers’ faceoff against Hansen who had since disappeared.

Bucky studied the fingers again. Were they Hansen’s? He didn’t think so. Hansen had big hands, he didn’t remember the fingers being slender.

Well, they’d find out.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he shot a text to Erik to come right away.

Now he wondered if the attack on Paulina was related. Was it tied to this? Was there more to come?

It would make sense if it was Rogers. But Rogers wasn’t usually so theatrical. He’d hit hard, head on. Anyone who was at odds with him always saw him coming. In his defense, he always hit really fucking hard.

This? It was puzzling. And not Rogers’ style at all.

What game was he unwittingly playing? And with whom?

***

The tap at the door pulled Bucky away from trying to catch up on his investment portfolio, sheets scattered all over his normally immaculate desk. His mind wasn’t on it. He’d been pretending to look at the numbers for damn near an hour.

Erik looked as tired as Bucky felt. He was hoping his lieutenant had some news for him. The episode earlier with Kat and the dead man’s fingers still had him rattled.

“Found out who those fingers belonged to,” Erik got right into it. “Belonged to one of Hansen’s men. One of our guys found the rest of him in a dumpster on your turf. The prints matched.”

Bucky nodded. Hansen likely had the guy pick up the donut shop girl for him. And the ax fell on him because they didn’t get Hansen. Bucky nodded. It was something he’d do.

The donut shop girl. What did she know, if anything, about everything going on? Maybe he should chat with her.

“Hansen’s still alive,” Buck said flatly.

Erik nodded. “There’s no proof he’s not.”

“Anything else?”

His man’s dark-eyed gaze met his. “I sent men looking for Banner, but it looks like he skipped town.”

A wise move on the man’s part.

“You don’t think he targeted Paulina, do you?” Erik asked.

Bucky shook his head. “Not with that temper of his. If Banner decided to do that, she would know it was him. He’d make sure she knew it was him.”

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Bucky leaned back in his office chair, tried to relax. To think. “Any word on Rogers?”

“You knew Hansen and Frankenstein grabbed Dyson to draw Rogers out,” Erik said.

“Frankenstein?” Bucky asked.

“Neal Logiudice,” Erik explained. “Pop some bolts on his neck and he looks like Frankenstein.”

Bucky snorted. He could see that.

“Then he was supposed to off Dyson and Logiudice,” Erik continued. “Grab Rogers if he could. Hansen changed the plan. He drew Mrs. Rogers out instead of her husband.”

Bucky was still furious about what happened. Dyson would never betray Rogers and Logiudice was collateral damage. The move was meant to break Rogers down. Dyson’s loss on top of Logiudice’s betrayal would demoralize him. Bucky thought it might just finally finish his rival off.

Instead, Mrs. Rogers showed up, playing right into Hansen’s hand. Then her husband showed up and he brought friends. A shootout ensued. Rogers, his wife, and Dyson made it out. So did Hansen and Logiudice, apparently. And Bucky was out several men. Several good men.

“Does anyone know?” Bucky pressed. “Was Rogers shot?”

“Most likely,” Erik told him. “There’s different versions of the story. Some say he got shot. Some say Dyson got shot. Other say Mrs. Rogers was shot to protect Dyson and Rogers got shot trying to shield her.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky blew out an exhale. Needless to say, whoever did or didn’t get shot in Hansen’s grand fuckup was a moot point. Rogers was fine. He’d apparently had enough of Bucky fucking him and now he was firing back at the Barnes’ family.

There was nothing altruistic about their chosen business. You were either a ruthless bastard or dead. Back when they were both younger and coming up under their fathers’ wings, Steve Rogers had been a cocky, dangerous bastard and Bucky always hated all the attention he got. How Rogers always got away with everything.

Bucky always knew that the minute his father was gone, the minute it was just him calling the shots, that Rogers would fail. Then he’d found another mentor in the former leader of the five families but that didn’t last, and he died too. Bucky just knew that without the mentorship of better men, Rogers wouldn’t make it on his own. He was one hell of a soldier, terrifying if he came after you. But a leader?

Still, something was different. So far Rogers had pulled himself out of the trap Bucky set for him with Hansen, sent him the fingers of one of Hansen’s men in Kat’s little gift bag, and maybe had someone beat the shit out of Paulina, Kat’s sister.

While Kat swore to him she had nothing to do with the fingers, Bucky wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He had her taken to her sister’s place and there she would stay under close watch. He didn’t think either woman had anything to do with whatever the fuck was going on. But he’d keep them under glass for now to make sure.

Rogers?

There was an underlying menace to sending Bucky the dead man’s fingers. It wasn’t just the barbarism of the act. It was multifaceted. It was Rogers letting Bucky know that he knew about the donut shop girl and exactly who abducted her. It was knowledge that she’d been taken under Bucky’s command even if it wasn’t his personal decision. It was accusatory and direct.

It left him feeling unsettled. Bucky had been so close to shutting Rogers down, to finally taking everything he wanted.

And now? Well, he sure as fuck couldn’t slow down now. He couldn’t let Rogers even the score.

“My Vinny’s gotten here yet?” Bucky asked. He’d sent out for food from his favorite restaurant. Vinny’s was the best Italian restaurant in all of Boston and the owner's brother was one of Bucky’s best soldiers.

“I’ll go check,” Erik said, heading off to do that.

It was only a few minutes later that Bucky had his takeout, enjoying it in his recliner while he took in an action movie he’d been wanting to watch. His meal didn’t disappoint. The veal was perfect, just what he’d wanted.

After he’d digested a few minutes, he took his dishes to the kitchen, ready for dessert. The tiramisu was in the fridge and Bucky grinned as he pulled it from its foam box to carefully place it on a plate. With a fresh glass of wine, he returned to his recliner and resumed the movie.

Bucky was two bites in when his fork hit something that felt unexpectedly solid in the layered dessert. Frowning, he worked at using his fork to grab the next bite. But something was wrong. Something was in there…

Taking a closer look, he found something solid in there. Plucking it at with his fingers, he found… meat?

He almost lost his meal to realize that something was the tip of a human ear.

“What the fuck?” Bucky said to himself, his heart starting to race in his chest.

Sitting up in the recliner, he kept digging through the dessert to find an earlobe, just as bloodless as the tip.

It was the dark eye staring up at him that from the bottom that had him screaming, fighting nausea as he slung it all away and sent it flying across the room.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” he was shouting as Erik and Zemo both raced into the room to see who was killing their boss.

Covering his mouth with a hand, Bucky fled to the bathroom…

***

“I am so sorry,” Erik said for the hundredth time. “I looked in there, but I should have looked a lot closer.”

Soldiers were crawling his house, crawling the grounds. Zemo was at Vinny’s, no doubt tearing the restaurant apart. And he’d specifically requested that Zemo take Vinny’s brother with him. If there was a rat in his ranks or at the restaurant, heads would roll.

Bucky shook his head, sitting in his recliner with his elbows on his knees. He felt like shit. More body parts sent to him set his nerves on edge.

Was it Rogers? If so, he didn’t like the fact that his enemy was running up the score. That really pissed him off. His mind was spinning with the theories forming in his head.

“We’ll try to figure out who those…” Erik shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it?” Bucky asked, rising from the recliner to glare at Erik. “That’s all I’ve been fucking doing the last three days. You know?”

Erik didn’t drop his gaze, didn’t back down. Bucky admired his quiet accountability.

But it wasn’t exclusively Erik’s fault. It was on all of them. Even him. No one had ever been able to get him directly. People around him, yes. But never him. Taking another drink of his Scotch, his mind spun webs with his instincts. He was starting to form a few ideas on his current situation.

“Boss,” Zemo called, walking into his living room.

Bucky spotted his man, standing a few feet away with a white takeout carton in his hands. He wasn’t going to like whatever was in the box, he knew from the way Zemo shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, trying to be ready for anything.

“We went through Vinny’s, and we found this in Vinny’s office,” Zemo explained carefully. “It’s for you. Vinny swears he didn’t see who left it and he doesn’t know anything about it.”

“You believe him?” It was an honest question.

Zemo nodded.

Bucky motioned him forward, not looking forward to his latest surprise with the dark red stains at its bottom corners. He plucked the card off the top. It simply read, “Hint: It’s not Snow White’s.”

Bucky really shouldn’t have been surprised to find what appeared to be a human heart in that box. He really shouldn’t have. Once he started laughing, it was hard to quit. His laughter was manic, a stress response. Something he hadn’t done in years.

It’s not Snow White’s.

Erik looked concerned. “I’ll get on figuring out who that is,” he offered.

Laughing, Bucky sank back onto his recliner, still laughing as he set the carton on his end table like it didn’t have a human heart in it.

“I think… I might know who this is,” Bucky said when he caught his breath. “It’s not Snow White’s. What did the magic mirror tell the evil queen about the heart the huntsman delivered to her? The mirror said it was the heart of a pig.” Laughter threatened to halt his conversation as pieces of the puzzle started to slide together in his mind. “This is the heart of a pig.”

His men didn’t speak, looked like they had no idea what to say to that.

“This is making a little sense now,” Bucky told them. “Erik, you and Zemo stay. Everyone else, fuck off.”

The soldiers cleaning and checking everything cleared out fast while Erik and Zemo moved closer.

“Who do you think that is?” Erik asked.

“That?” Bucky pointed to the carton. “That’s the heart of a pig. I’ll be really fucking surprised if it’s not Bruce Banner.”

Zemo’s brows shot up. Neither man spoke.

“Kat was right,” Bucky said. “This is Rogers hitting back. But… it isn’t.”

Rising from the chair, Bucky started pacing. Both men watched him in silence.

“Think about each incident,” Bucky told them as he paced. “Paulina was attacked. Then the fingers, eyes and ears, now the heart. All of it’s personal. It’s very, very personal.”

“Personal?” Zemo asked.

That stopped Bucky. “Don’t you see? Paulina was Banner’s side piece. Someone did a number on her.”

“In a way that could be covered up,” Erik muttered.

“Yes!” Bucky pointed to him. “Exactly. Hold that thought… And now, here’s the cheating, deceitful pig’s heart.” He continued pacing. “The tiramisu? I think that must be Logiudice. He was my eyes and ears in the Rogers household.”

Understanding lit up Erik’s face. “What about the fingers? That guy?”

Bucky shook his head. “The guy Hansen sent to kidnap the donut shop girl isn’t the point.”

“What is the point, boss?” Zemo asked.

“Each of these messages were sent on Rogers’ behalf,” Bucky explained. “But I don’t think they are from the man himself. No, this is someone else… All three messages have one thing in common… A woman scorned.”

Erik nodded, listening. He was always quick on the take. Zemo still looked confused.

“Bruce Banner was married to Rogers’ sister, but she didn’t love him,” Bucky told them. “She loved her high school sweetheart, Clint Barton. Banner knew this. That's why he’d beat his wife where it didn’t show. It's why he shot Barton.”

“Then,” Bucky stopped in front of Zemo. “Hansen got away but I was sent the fingers of the man who took the girl from the donut shop by Hansen’s order. Hansen was my right-hand man. A reminder of the wrong done to that woman.”  

“Explain Logiudice,” Erik said.

Bucky smirked at him. “Oh, I can. He betrayed Mrs. Rogers herself right before we grabbed Dyson. Her husband had restricted her to their bedroom he was so pissed..” An idea with merit.

“You think a woman gave these orders?” Zemo looked puzzled.

“Maybe,” Bucky muttered, as something occurred to him. “I need to talk to one of these women first.”

“Who?” Erik asked.

“I need you to find the girl from the donut shop,” Bucky told them. “I need to see if she knows anything we don’t before I make any decisions.”

***

Bucky was both surprised and pleased to see the girl waiting for him. The park this time of day was quiet with only one man walking his dog, and she was sitting on the bench by the giant sandbox, just as he instructed her.

When he walked around, she didn’t look up. Hell, she probably had no idea who he even was. He didn’t mind keeping it that way. There was no reason she needed to know anything else about their world. All she had to do was be nice, be cooperative, and he’d help her find her way out of his world.

Carefully, like he was trying not to frighten a doe, he sat a couple of feet away from her on the bench, setting the bookbag he brought with him between his feet.

She didn’t look up until he called her name and then, her eyes were wide in alarm. The lower half of her face was covered by a medical mask, maybe because of the flu going around. She’d made herself small, slouching on the bench with her hands folded on her knees.

He introduced himself just as Bucky, that was all she needed to know. Her cold hand was trembling when she shook his. He knew she was scared, and he didn’t intend to keep her long.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

She nodded, her gaze on the floor in front of her.

“I want to apologize to you for what happened,” he said without preamble. “The man who… While he was a soldier of mine, taking you wasn’t an order I gave. I know that doesn’t change a lot for you. But you should know that.”

Again, she just nodded.

“And I do want to help you,” Bucky said slowly, leaning a little closer to her. “I’ve brought you a substantial gift. Enough to help you get back on your feet and back to school somewhere else.”

“What do you want?” she asked quietly.

Bucky grinned. It was a smart question.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “There is something I want. I want to ask you a few questions about your time with him. Will you answer?”

She squeezed her eyes shut at the mention and guilt pricked at him. Hansen was a fucking weirdo, and he could only imagine what he might have done to her. It had him wishing he’d framed the question in a different way. But it was out now so…

“Do you know his name?” Bucky asked her.

“Lloyd,” she said. “Sir.”

Oh, he did not want to know about any of Lloyd’s kinks or hangups.

“He didn’t give you any other names?”

“No,” she said.

“Another man brought you to Lloyd’s house,” Bucky said quietly. “Did you see anyone else. Besides him and Lloyd, in your time there?”

The young woman shook her head.

“Tell me about the day you got out,” Bucky said.

She shrugged nervously. “A man broke down the door and helped me out,” she said. “That’s all.”

Bucky frowned. That didn’t sound right. “You didn’t hear a fight elsewhere in the house? The sound of bullets?”

After a moment, she nodded, still staring hard at the ground before them on the bench. “It was the day before. There was shouting and a fight. Guns…”

So no one found her until the next day. Bucky wasn’t happy about that. None of his men swept the house?

“Where did the other man take you once he got you out?” Bucky asked.

The young woman blew out a long sigh. “To a friend’s,” she said slowly.

He nodded. “I don’t need specifics. I just need to know if you ran into anyone else since you were taken. Did you ever leave his house until the guy got you out?”

She shook her head.

He hated to ask. “Did he let anyone else…”

“No,” she said quickly.

“All right,” Bucky said in a kinder tone. “What can you tell me about the guy who got you out?”

She was still for a moment, before shrugging. “Not much. I wasn’t… trying to look at him.”

“Did you see any women?” Bucky asked. “Any other younger women like yourself, about your size?“ Did she see Mrs. Rogers there?

“No,” she said after a moment. “Why?”

“Why what?” Bucky asked, giving her one last chance to tell him something useful before he handed her the bag of money and told her to get lost.

“Ask about other women?” she asked.

“I was just wondering if you'd seen someone I’m interested in,” Bucky said simply.

“Why are you interested in her?” the young woman asked.

“For many reasons,” Bucky told her as he rose from the bench. “For our purposes here, I’m curious about the part she played in the last few days.”

She sighed again but didn’t move as he stood above her.

Hauling the bookbag off the ground, he held it up for her. It was filled with money, a lot of it, hers for the taking.

“Take this and make a fresh start,” he told her. “But this talk didn't take place. You understand?”

Slowly, she stood, her head ducked making her smaller than him. With a hand, she reached to take the bag from him. She froze. Her hand gripped one of the straps, but she’d stopped moving.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I can’t…”

She couldn't take the money?

“I’ve got it,” another female voice came from behind him, with a Russian accent. Before he could turn to see who it was, he felt the blade pierce his clothing, pierce his skin before sliding into his flesh at his side. The fuck?

The pain didn’t subside when the blade was pulled free as he expected. The pain grew in intensity, spreading out from the wound.

Was the blade coated in poison?

The woman in front of him now held the backpack in one hand, pulling the mask from her face with the other. Bucky's pain was breathtaking and had him gasping as he dropped to his knees, gripping his side with his hand and listening to shouts from his men drawing closer.

Bucky stared up in pain and rage at the woman he now recognized as Mrs. Steve Rogers.

“You!” he managed. “You fucking bitch! You’re… You did this?!”

Her eyes were fierce on him. “I did,” she said.

"Evil bitch," he hissed.

"When all of you commit violence, you're protecting your family," she explained angrily. "When I commit violence, I'm an evil bitch."

His gaze darted to the backpack and back.

“And you’re taking the fucking money… too?”

Yelena Belova was there, trying to pull her away.

“I’m giving it to her,” she said as Belova pulled her away. “Just like you wanted.”

Bucky's mind was a mad whirl of thoughts as pain strengthened its grip on him. It was her. Not her husband. Did that mean...?

"Is Steve even alive?" he managed.

She held his gaze. "He is."

"He's not in good shape," Bucky shot back, hating how the pain rendered him unable to wring her neck. "He wouldn't let you... He's bad off if you..."

"We have to go," Belova urged her, grabbing Mrs. Rogers' arm and pulling her behind her in earnest.

“I’m… I'll get you!” Bucky promised, his vision fading to black at the edges. "I'll survive this... and I'll get you!"

"If you survive this," she called back, "Steve will get you."

Then she was gone and his men were there, crowding around him, their shouts fading as he let the darkness claim him.

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Red Ties

Chapter 18

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Mary sighed softly as she turned in her bed. She was absolutely exhausted from this week's night shifts and was looking forward to a good sleep. Her eyes could barely stay open by the time she got home, so she flung herself in bed without showering or bothering to make herself something to eat. The soft buzz of her phone made her roll over and snatch it from the small table, not bothering to look at who was calling her, and she answered in a groggy tone.

"Hello," she said, and the soft chuckle of James replied.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He smiled, and Mary's eyes pinged open, her mouth settling into a pleased smile, and she felt a tingle run down her body.

"I just got in from my shift," she said.

"How was it?" he asked. There was a faint sound in the back, almost like it was windy, so he must be outside.

"Exhuasting, I'm just going to sleep all morning to catch up," she said softly.

"I was just calling to ask what time you wanted picking up; you need your rest," he smirked on the other end of the phone. If only Mary knew what he was implying by that. Yes, she needed her rest from her tiring night shift, but he needed her well-rested for what he had planned for tonight.

"Um, how about seven?" That would give her enough time to sleep and then to get ready.

"Alright, I'll pick you up at seven. Pack a bag." Another tingle ran down her body at the thought of staying over. What would he have planned for tonight, she wondered?

"Okay, are you working today?" She grinned, biting her lower lip, and her cheeks flushed a bright pink.

"Yeah, I'm out doing a couple of jobs today; I'm just on my way to see Yori," he said. He didn't dive too deep into the details.

"Ok"

"I'll see you later. Have a nice sleep," he smirked.

"See you later," she said, hung up the call, and felt the giddiness inside her. She was definitely starting to loosen up around James and wasn't as nervous as she was the first time she met him.

"Thank you," Yori said kindly as James handed him the coffee he picked up from the small coffee shop on his way over here. James slumped down in the comfy chair opposite Yori's, folding his leg over his left knee. He was dressed in a dark suit of navey with a shirt underneath and tie, his long legs in tightly fitted pants, and his dress shoes shiniing like they had never been worn.

"So, how is everything?" Yori asked.

"Good; business is really good; the club is running well; I can't really complain," he shrugged. The business has been really good for him. His shipments were coming on time, and for once, Zemo wasn't being the sneaky little shithead he normally is.

"Oh, that's good, for once you're not just shrugging your shoulders and saying everything is fine when it isn't." Yori nodded, sipping his coffee. It was true. James didn't like to talk work when things didn't go his way. but recently everything was going well. Zemo wasn't being a little shit like he normally is; his shipments are on time, and his loans are being repaid. But it wouldn't last long until someone fucked up, and he'd have to deal with it.

It occurred to James that he hadn't told Yori about Mary. Things seemed to be getting more serious with her now, so he felt this was a good time to bring it up.

"Also, I met someone," he said casually, and Yori looked up, wide-eyed with surprise.

"Oh, let me guess, another model to work at your club that you can fuck whenever," he assumed, and James scoffed, shaking his head, but a smile appeared. Little shit.

"No, actually, she's a nurse; she actually comes here to look after your neighbours. I met her the day I spilled coffee down me; we bumped into each other that day, he explained, and Yori hummed.

"Not that horrible witch down the hall, is it?" he questioned, and James chuckled.

"I don't know; I'll have to ask. You know, it might be a good idea for her to come and check on you now and then." Before he could finish his sentence, Yori waved his hand, shaking his head with refusal.

"Absolutely not; I don't need someone coming to wipe my ass," he grumbled.

"She wouldn't be doing that; just checking your okay," James reassured.

"I can look after myself.".

"Yori, you had a bad fall; what if something happened and it was serious? You already hurt your arm," James argued. As much of a fighter as Yori was, he was old and frail, and sooner or later he could hurt himself badly if he didn't have someone check on him now and then, just to make sure he was taking his medication and eating okay.

"No," he said, acknowledging he wasn't going to have a babysitter, and James sighed.

"Just think about it," he said.

"Anyway, I'm seeing Mary tonight," and he couldn't wait. It was going to seem like such a long day before he could get his hands on her, and tonight he had a wild night planned for her that was going to make her even more exhausted than her night shifts this week.

"Do you like her?" Yori asked, and James fell silent.

Yes, he did. It was the first time he had liked a girl like this and didn't just think of her as a piece of meat to fuck and order around, not like the girls at Vanilla, especially not like Natalie. Mary was a kind, sweet flower that needed extra protection and love. But that didn't stop the urge to want to take her into his bedroom and have her call him Sir while he spanks, whips, sucks, and fucks her. But she was nowhere near that stage and perhaps wouldn't be for a long time.

"Yeah, I do," he smiles back.

"But does she know who you are?" The question hit hard, and James had been avoiding it since he met her. He was going to have to tell her at some point. The fake story of who he was and his job was going to have to be replaced with the real him. the notorious, frightening mafia king of New York and the dominant bastard he was. 

"No, I haven't told her yet. I'm waiting for the right time," whenever that is. Perhaps he was just avoiding it completely, but he would have to face it someday.

James gave Yori a hug as he left, not before mentioning the possibility of Mary coming to check on him. He grumbled a reply, but James was going to ask her anyway, for his own peace of mind. Yori was a dear friend to him, and if anything happened to him, he'd be heartbroken.

It wasn't long before James was on his way to pick Mary up. He sped through traffic, overtaking when he could, so he didn't waste time in traffic. The more he'd see Mary, the calmer he would be. He instantly smiled when he saw her waiting for him outside her apartment block, her bag by her feet. She looked stunning, dressed in a flower skirt and a grey top with sneakers. He quickly jumped out of the car, fetching her bag and pressing a peck on her lips before leading her to the car.

The whole journey, he had his hand on her bare knee, the ring on his thumb cold compared to her warm skin. She was glowy and smelled divine. He couldn't wait to take her home.

"How was your sleep?" he asked on the way there.

"Good, I'm well rested now," she smiled, and James smirked. It wouldn't be long before she was going to be free.

"How was work?" she asked.

"Yeah, busy; I had a couple of meetings to attend, but I'm glad I could finish early," he smiled.

"I'll be glad when I finish these night shifts this week; they can be so exhausting, plus all the weridos come in at night.".

Jame's chuckled at that. He knew exactly what she meant. The crack heads of New York weren't unknown, and it wasn't uncommon for a drug overdoser to come into the ER every night.

"I can imagine.".

"They can be so creepy as well," she said, and possessiveness ran through James. The very thought of creeps drooling over his girl, trying to put their hands on her, made him want to slaughter every one of them.

They arrived at the mansion and James led Mary inside, his hand resting softly on her back. The fresh scent of eucalyptus hit her senses, and the mansion was sparkling clean.

"We'll have dinner first," James said, and Mary nodded, following him into the dining room.

"Yo Buck, the shipment of gu-" a man wondered into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks and mid-sentence as James shot him a look that Mary couldn't see. He was tall, much like James and Steve, darker in complexion, and wore a well-fitted suit of navey with a bright white shirt underneath. He had a wide smile as his eyes darted to Mary.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had company." He slightly wiggled his brows at James, who looked over his shoulder at Mary.

"Sam, this is Mary. Mary, this is Sam, who I was telling you about." Sam glided over to Mary, holding out his hand while he took a look at her. She was beautiful, and he could understand why James was infatuated with her.

"Nice to meet you," she said sweetly as they shook hands.

"So what was he saying about me?" Sam said it intridingly, and Mary softly giggled.

"Only that you work for him," she replied.

"Oh for him... hmmm, I didn't realise I was an employee," Sam joked as James plated up the dinner. James shook his head slightly, smirking.

"He likes to think he's the boss of us," Sam said as he padded over to the fridge for a beer.

"That's because I am," he replied. He was the head of the gang, but he respected his men more than anyone else in the world, so if anything were to happen to him, he wouldn't worry about them taking over.

Sam chugged down his beer, breathing deeply with an ah.

"So what do you think of Mr. Blue Eyes?" Sam chuckled as James shoved his head slightly, glaring at him at the use of his nicknames, and Mary couldn't help but chuckle.

"He's been nothing but a gentleman to me," she said honestly.

"Oh good, he's not normally this nice.".

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" James hinted with wide eyes, and Sam sighed, slamming the empty bottle on the counter.

"Alright, alright, I'll go; it was nice meeting you, Mary," Sam said.

"It was nice meeting you," she smiled.

"I'll let you know later," Sam whispered to James just as he left, and he nodded before placing two plates on the counter for him and Mary, swiftly sitting in the seat next to hers.

"Sorry about him.".

"It's alright, he's funny," she said, and James laughed.

"Yeah, don't believe everything he says about me." Mary wondered if he was being serious, but she passed it off with a laugh.

After dinner, he led Mary up to his room, carrying her bag for her. Dinner was delicious once again. Mary perched on the edge of the bed as James dropped her bag onto one of the chairs in the corner of the room.

"That dinner was amazing; thank you for cooking," she said sweetly, and James smiled.

"Your welcome; I like cooking for you," he said as he casually walked over to her.

"Don't you cook for Steve and Sam?" She asked as he stood in front of her, towering over her, his large hands coming up to cup her cheeks.

"Sometimes, we sort of take it in turns, but work can get so busy that I forget to eat sometimes." What he meant by that was that he was busy out collecting shipments or dealing with fuckers who don't pay him back because he didn't have time to eat. James's eyes ran down her body, taking in how gooey she looked. The skirt had drifted up higher, so her thighs were on show, and he felt a tingle in his cock. He wasn't sure he could wait any longer for her.

He leaned down and kissed her softly, the subtle taste of red wine still on his lips. He had a glass of expensive red, while she stuck to the fancy lemonade. James had to remind himself she didn't drink, as he kept wanting to offer her a glass but knew it wasn't her thing. It made her so innocent.

"I'm going to go get washed up, he whispered against her lips, and she nodded.

"Okay," she whispered, and he padded into the bathroom, turning on the tap to brush his teeth and wash his hands. The smell of garlic was lingering on them, and he needed to freshen up for tonight.

As he washed up, Mary's eyes flickered around his bedroom, in awe of how big it was, and she noticed there was another door. How she hadn't noticed it the first time she didn't know, but seeing as the one that was open was his bathroom, she wondered what that one led to.

"What's the other door for?" She said this as he came out of the bathroom. He looked over at it, suddenly tensing a little but relaxing quickly.

"Oh, it's just my cloest," he shurried, and she nodded. Of course it would be; what else would it be?.

James came over, smelling of rich colonge and minty breath, his hands soft from the moisturiser he had just applied. There was silence filling the room except for the scuff of his feet on the carpet as he came over to her, cupping her face in his hands once again and leaning down to kiss her. His lips pressed against her so softly yet so deeply and slowly. Mary softly moaned in his lips, her hands coming up to his neck as he pressed deeper into her mouth, opening it up so that their teeth clashed and tongues danced together. That's it; he couldn't wait any longer.

Chapter 19

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Marvel Masterlist

Please see under the cut for my Marvel characters masterlist! Current characters include: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stucky, Natasha Romanoff, Loki, Helmut Zemo, Steven Grant, and Johnny Storm. This also includes my Eddie/Venom fic (It took place when they were in the MCU, so it counts). Enjoy!

Find my main Masterlist here!

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Key:

🔥 - smut

❤ - fluff

💀 - angst (always with a happy ending because I am soft)

💫 - my favorites

One Shots:

Drunk Enough (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤ 💫

-> Star Spangled (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤

Teamwork (Steve Rogers x GN!Reader)  ❤

Series:

A Moment of Your Time (Mob!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 🔥

One Shots:

A Walk in the Park (Bucky x f!Reader)  🔥

Shades of Gray (FATWS!Bucky x enhanced!Flagsmasher!Reader) 💀

Sunshine (ex!Bucky x Reader) 💀❤

Hooked (Captain Hook!Bucky x Lost!Reader) 💀❤

Last Call (Biker!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 💫

Shooting Blind (Bucky x Reader)  ❤ 💫

In the Pit (Pit Boss!Bucky x f!Reader)  🔥

Secrets (Bucky Barnes x f!Reader)  ❤

One Shots

Dolled Up (Stucky x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Late Nights (Stucky x f!Reader)  🔥 💫

Performance Review (CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

Down to Business (dark!CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

The Auction (Mafia!Stucky x Reader) ❤ 🔥 💫

Part 1 Part 2

Sticky Notes (Stucky x Reader)  ❤

Series:

Vanaheim Storms (Loki x f!Reader)  ❤ 💫 Completed

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

One Shots:

Bock Haben (Zemo x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Blind Date with Daddy!Zemo (Daddy!Zemo x F!Reader) ❤

One Shots:

Don't Be Afraid (Steven Grant x Reader) 💀❤

Excited (Steven Grant x Reader) ❤🔥

Love Languages with the Moon Boys  ❤

Series:

Phases of the Moon (Steven Grant x f!Reader)  ❤

Masterlist

One Shots:

We Are Drunk (Eddie/Venom x f!Reader) 🔥

Drabbles:

There Was One Bed (Johnny Storm X f!Reader)  ❤

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ABOUT:

hi i’m ash!! 27, any pronouns, genderqueer/bi/ace. i’ve been rping since 2009, and have been on fbrp since 2012. i decided to try out tumblr again. im married and have four cats.

i’m a multimuse rp account in the our flag means death, acotar, supernatural, good omens, marvel, phantom of the opera, and harry potter fandoms. my main fandoms are OFMD and ACOTAR, and my main muses are Jim, Izzy, Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre. OC and crossover friendly.

I love writing angst, hurt/comfort, and romance, including (optional) smut. i can do either canon or AU. i especially love themes like enemies to lovers and mafia AUs.

I’m okay with dark themes such as violence, blood/gore, self-harm, drugs and alcohol, etc.

I don’t reply terribly consistently so writing with me requires patience, I work full time and suffer from PTSD/depression and can’t reply while in funks. I will not tolerate my partners nagging me for replies.

i’m not picky about reply length, there is NO need to match mine. sometimes I tend to rant and reply length gets away from me, I don’t expect the same detail in return. however I do prefer para/lit. usually I’ll write a couple of paragraphs.

𝙁𝙀𝙔𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝙍𝙃𝙔𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝘼𝙕𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝘽𝙄𝙊

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH:

Muses: Izzy Hands, Jim Jimenez, Edward Teach, Archie, Stede Bonnet

Izzy/Stede

Izzy/Ed

Ed/Stede

Stede/Izzy/Ed

Oluwande/Jim

Jim/Archie

Oluwande/Jim/Archie

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES:

Muses: Feyre Archeron, Azriel, Nesta Archeron, Rhysand, Eris Vanserra

Feyre/Rhysand

Nesta/Cassian

Azriel/Elain

Azriel/Gwyn

GOOD OMENS:

Muse: Crowley

Crowley/Aziraphale

SUPERNATURAL:

Muses: Sam, Dean

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Ruby

Sam and Dean (NOT shipping NOT as a pairing!! but I love brother interactions!)

HARRY POTTER:

Muses: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Draco/Harry

Draco/Hermione

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA/LOVE NEVER DIES:

Muses: Erik, Raoul

Erik/Christine

Erik/Raoul

MARVEL:

Mus𝙚𝙨: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Bucky/Natasha

Bucky/Steve

Bucky/Sam

Bucky/Tony

Bucky/Zemo

Bucky/Clint

Steve/Tony

AU WISHLIST:

enemies to lovers mafia boss AU: our muses are both leaders of rival organized crime rings. they are both alone in the world and have spent their lives looking out for number one, falling into a life of crime desperate for money with no other options left. could take place in the present, or 1940s brooklyn.

sugar baby AU: my muse is a successful, professional business owner searching online for a baby to take care of long term and spoil. the arrangement is strictly platonic and sexual, until feelings start to develop.

sugar baby mafia AU: our muses meet on a sugar baby website. my muse is a crime boss who is interested in your innocent muse as a live in submissive in exchange for a handsome monthly salary. your muse is interested in the world of organized crime, letting my muse show yours the ropes while providing sex as a stress relief. bonus points if your character ends up joining a life of crime and running the crime ring with mine

BDSM club owner AU: my muse is a BDSM club owner who meets your submissive character at the club and frequently run scenes in my character’s private room at the club. it turns out they compliment each other in the bedroom well; your muse is the brat who likes to work for their rewards, while mine is the brat tamer who has all the time in the world. possible kinks include degradation, masochism, knife play, bondage, spanking, ropes/cuffs, cock warming, voyeurism, praise—open to suggestions. i’m also open to a pleasure dom and eager submissive dynamic.

mafia boss/police officer AU: our muses match on bumble, meeting up at a club my muse owns for a first date. your character works as a police detective, not knowing that their date is actually the owner of several clubs which secretly are coverups for sex work and drug dealing. the very same crime ring that your muse is assigned to taking down.

slave auction AU: your muse is sold to mine at a slave auction, only my muse only purchased yours to take them away from this life, gain their trust, and slowly heal them over time. maybe my muse is also just a little lonely and wants companionship. my character keeps yours safe while only ever treating them with gentleness, which your muse is not used to after such a hard life. this could also be sunshine x grumpy, my muse being the brooding grump who has a not-so-secret soft side.

Other plots:

enemies to lovers, our characters hate each other and have frequent hate sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism to serve as a distraction. they are in deep denial about their feelings and keep the arrangement strictly physical, until they can’t any longer.

good omens only: crowley and aziraphale decide they want to explore the human act of intercourse, exploring what each other like in the bedroom as they learn about their boundaries and various kinks, leading to BDSM. they are only friends wishing to indulge in a new human interest they realize they really enjoy, leading to eventual relationship. dom!aziraphale

These are only possible specific plot ideas I enjoy, of course i’m open to anything; as mentioned earlier, my favorites are angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, found family, fwb to relationship… feel free to come to me with ANY of your own ideas! shipping/NSFW is not a necessity, i’m open to a lot!

#our flag means death rp #ofmd rp #our flag means death roleplay #ourflagmeansdeath #ofmd #supernatural rp #acotar #acotar rp #a court of thorns and roses rp #acotar roleplay #harry potter rp #harry potter roleplay #good omens rp #good omens roleplay #harry potter #good omens #drarry #mafia boss rp #roleplay #our flag means death #phantom of the opera rp #poto rp #poto roleplay #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera roleplay #marvel rp #marvel roleplay #bucky barnes rp #bucky barnes roleplay #marvel

[steffiam]

The character Helmut Zemo is living his best life in my head, rent-free, for more than two years now.

So, what about Mob Boss Zemo? He would certainly live his best life as a Mafia Boss of the 30s🤭

Is there anything to read out there?🫠

Picture found on Pinterest.

#helmut zemo #baron zemo #zemo #mob!zemo

[six-demon-bag]

when you came in, the air went out: chapter 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky, newly eighteen and at risk of being homeless and starving during the cold spring, makes a gamble trusting his shady boss and auctioning off one night of his life for enough money to survive.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Mob, mafia boss zemo, Young Bucky Barnes, Older Man/Younger Man, Poor Life Choices, Human Trafficking, bucky trafficks himself really, Auction, Non-Consensual Drug Use, not between bucky and zemo, Slow Burn, Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Masturbation, minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Dubious Consent, First Time, totally realistic legal procedures, Marriage of Convenience

Word count: 9028

Links:

Chapter 4

Full fic

Excerpt:

“You saw and heard enough to put Zemo away for life, and the rest of his organization is much easier to take down,” Steve says. Bucky’s back to imagining Zemo in prison, locked away from daylight and everything and alone or treated badly or any number of unpleasant things and he wants to panic again. Zemo never did anything to Bucky before this, he’s never even heard of Zemo doing anything unprovoked, and he knew Bucky was in the house the whole time, maybe if Bucky had stayed and not said anything he’d still be safe and there and - “You don’t need to worry about him,” Steve says, interrupting Bucky’s thoughts. “He can’t get to you.” Bucky fears that that’s maybe not the problem anymore.

#chapter 4 of 5 #winterbaron #what am i doing lmaoooo #im the one writing this how did it happen #mafia au #sixdemon fic

[marvelmusing]

A Game for Two

A Sokovian Lovers Mafia!AU

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader x Heike Zemo

Summary: You’ve been working undercover as the mob boss Zemo’s assistant, but tonight you’ve decided to come clean to him.

Warnings [18+]: oral (female receiving), criminal environment, spanking, leather gloves? If there’s anything else let me know

A/N: I was looking through my marvel fics Google doc and I found this finished fic and I thought it would be a shame not to post it even though I’m not actively writing for this pairing anymore, I haven’t proofread this since whenever I finished it so sorry if there’s tons of mistakes or if it’s bad

I don’t even know if my readers for this pairing are still even here but I thought I might as well post it

My Masterlist

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Eight months. That’s how long you’ve been working for the mob boss Helmut ‘The Baron’ Zemo as his assistant. Eight months that you’ve spent undercover for the FBI. Though your reports have slowly become more and more sparse as you feel increasingly unwilling to betray the trust that Zemo and his wife have extended to you.

Eight months of your guilt steadily creeping up on you. Until you can’t take it. You consider calling your superiors and asking for a transfer. With the reduced quality of your reports, they’d probably be happy to move you elsewhere. But you can’t. You’d be put into witness protection, and never see them again. Zemo and Heike have only ever been honest with you. The least you can do is be honest with them, even if the consequences are horrific for you.

So you come clean with Zemo. One night, when he’s visiting one of his clubs, you ask to speak to him. The VIP lounge feels private despite being in the centre of the club. Heike is sitting at the bar, and you can’t help but glance over at her as Zemo invites you to sit on the couch in front of him. You take a deep breath, before explaining everything to him. His face is serious. You recognise his expression. It’s the face he always uses during meetings, not the stern face he uses on you that has a soft twinkle in his eyes.

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“On the instances where you’ve proved your loyalty to me, were they genuine?” You know what he’s talking about. The night you saved their lives. The night you took a bullet for him. It wasn’t deep, or too serious, but that was what solidified his trust in you. The trust you had just broken. The trust that you never deserved. You nod weakly, your voice quivering,

“I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Either of you.” He leans back in his chair casually as he continues to consider you.

“Once you leave here, will you return to your colleagues in law enforcement?” You’re rather thrown by this question. He said when you leave here? Is this a trick question? Or is he letting you go? You shake your head,

“No, I won’t go back there.”

“So, through telling me the truth, you’ve put both your position here and at the authorities at risk?” He asks, fully knowing the answer. You nod. “I think such a sacrifice deserves a reward, don’t you?” You shake your head hurriedly, not liking where this is going.

“Oh, I really don’t need anything sir. It’s absolutely fine.” You stammer.

“You’ve been eyeing my wife ever since you sat down.”

“Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’d never-“

“She wants you too.”

“She- what?” He nods,

“As her husband I vowed to always give her what she wants. I mean, look at her. Could you deny her anything?” He gestures in her direction with his drink, and you follow the action.

“No, I couldn’t.” You admit, as you watch her laugh with the bartender.

“Then we’re on the same page.” You turn your gaze back to him. “Go over there and show her a good time.”

“A good time?” You echo. He nods,

“You have permission to do anything she’s comfortable with.”

“Sir, I don’t think I can. I mean, are you sure?” Your eyes frantically bounce around the room before landing back on him, he returns your gaze with a hard stare.

“Not everyone would have the courage to admit who they are to me. For that, I respect your honesty. However, should you displease my wife in any way, I will show you exactly what I do to spies. And I assure you, you won’t enjoy it. Is that understood?” You swallow hard,

“Yes sir.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.” You would feel a little lighter - having finally confessed - though all you can feel is on edge as you head towards the bar. You order a drink in an attempt to settle your nerves. You take a sip of your drink and think things over. Having seen them do this before, you know this is a trick. That no matter what you do, you’ll be in the wrong. If you don’t please his wife, he’ll punish you for disobeying an order. If you do, he’ll probably punish you for touching her. You’ll need to be smart to pull this off. You make your way over to her, engaging in a little conversation but she knows what you’re there to do. Zemo must have given her some sort of non-verbal instruction. She allows you to buy her a drink, and she makes several excuses to touch you. You can feel Zemo’s eyes on you, and he’s not the only one. The entire club seems to be keeping their attention on you, knowing that you’re in for the beating of your life if you get too friendly with her. Unfortunately for you that’s exactly what the Baron told you to do. You take her hand and pull her to the dance floor, where it’s a little more crowded and the people are mostly distracted. You keep her body close to yours, though she’s the one who grinds her hips against you. You slip your arms around her, a hand pressing against the small of her back as you move your leg between her thighs. Even with the noise of the club, you can hear her sharp inhale.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You purr against her ear. “Grinding against me on the dance floor like a horny teenager.” She’s already whimpering, her nails digging into your biceps. You look across the room, eyes meeting Zemo’s as he watches the two of you. The look he’s giving you nearly has your fight or flight kicking in. You’re almost running out of the club and fleeing the country. Then Heike’s nails run down your arms and you shudder, bringing you back to the beauty in your arms. You keep your eyes fixed on Zemo’s as you nibble on her earlobe. “What would your husband say about this?” You move both of your hands down to grasp at the soft flesh of her cheeks. She gasps as you slowly knead your hands against her skin, her body now flush against yours. “He’s rough with you isn’t he, sweetheart?” You murmur against her neck, pressing gentle kisses to the possessive hickies already adorning her skin. “Although I bet you like that, don’t you?” She nods hurriedly. “Well too bad,” you breathe out a laugh. “Because I am going to take you apart inch by inch.” She whines at your confession. “And I am going to take my sweet time doing it.” You pause, before leaning close to her ear and whispering, “And he’s going to watch every second.” Her eyes fly open and you grin as you take her hand and pull her through the crowd. If you’re doing this, you might as well go all out. With a gentle push from you, she sits down on the sofa opposite her husband. Zemo’s eyebrow lifts momentarily, and you’ve evidently gained his interest. You lean over her body, capturing her lips in yours as your fingers brush along the hem of her dress. When you pull away she attempts to chase your lips despite how breathless she’s become. You take a hold of the fabric of her dress before looking up at her.

“May I?” She makes eye contact with Zemo over your shoulder and he must have given her some sort of confirmation as she nods at you.

“Yes please.” You press another kiss to her lips with a smirk,

“So well mannered.” You purr against her ear as you slide your hands up her thighs to push the dress to her waist. Once that’s done you kneel between her legs, your face level with her knees which you take in each hand and part them to reveal the glistening heat between her legs. You nuzzle your face against one of her thighs, before trailing your lips down to press a soft kiss next to her inner knee. She whimpers when your teeth scrape over the skin there and you grin up at her. “So sensitive.” You muse as you make your way up her thigh. As promised, you take your time, tracing patterns into her skin with your mouth. The marks you leave are small, you don’t want Zemo to get jealous. She whines when you reach the apex of her thighs, as if she’s expecting you to pull away. Her husband is most definitely a tease. Your theory is proven when she gasps at the swipe of your tongue between her folds, her hips jerk towards your mouth, and you press your hands down on her thighs to hold her in place. You trace over her with your tongue, taking your time to both her pleasure and frustration. Squeezing her thighs as they twitch, you ensure she stays wide open as you find the spot that makes her cry out, before doubling your efforts. All you can hear is her ragged breathing and broken moans. Then she’s crying out your name, begging and pleading for you not to stop. Zemo’s right, you couldn’t deny her anything, and she’s soon shuddering under your hold. You spend some time cleaning her up with your tongue, being careful not to push her too far. Then there’s a hand in your hair, pulling you back sharply. You glance around, as the sudden silence dawns on you. The club is empty. Zemo tightens his hold on your hair.

“You know, I usually kill the people who dare to touch my wife.” You swallow hard as he releases you. He sits back on the sofa, leaning back casually. You nod, before lifting your gaze to meet his eyes,

“I figured.” A minute smile traces his lips as he considers the sight before him, you on your knees waiting for his verdict. You had read Heike so well. None of the others had cared so much about her pleasure over their own. And you respected him. Even when he was threatening your life. That was such a rarity in his line of business. He gestures between Heike and you,

“That was your reward for telling me the truth.” You eye him nervously, a spark of curiosity lingering in your eyes. “Now for your punishment.” He looks across at Heike. “Darling?” She moves to sit next to him before leaning to whisper in his ear. He seems to agree with whatever she says, then he turns back to you, “Come here.” He pats the space next to him and you sit there feeling on edge. Heike hands him a pair of black leather gloves which he begins to pull on. “As this is a punishment, I would like you to last as long as I deem appropriate. However, should you want this to stop, you need only ask. Yes?” You nod. A small frown of confusion crinkles your brow but as he drapes you over his lap you begin to understand what is about to happen. Heike sits facing you, as your head settles on her thighs. She takes your hands and places them above your head to rest beside her hips. Zemo begins to undo your trousers and you lift your hips to help him pull them off. His fingers trace the waistband of your panties, the cold leather of his gloves making you shiver. “Would you like these on or off?” You swallow hard,

“Off please.” He hums approvingly, slipping the fabric down your legs. He smooths his hand over the skin he’s just revealed. The first blow catches you off guard, drawing a cry that’s muffled against Heike’s thighs. Your fingers grip onto her hips as you try to find something to keep you grounded.

“Count for me, Draga.” He tells you. You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. Your voice shakes a little when you speak,

“One.” He brings his hand down on you again, and your nails dig into Heike’s skin. She doesn’t react to it, simply petting your hair as you squirm on her husband’s lap. “Two.” You gasp out. After the third slap, the tears are streaming down your face. He certainly isn’t gentle, and the leather stings against your bare skin. Your voice breaks as you choke out, “Three.” He seems to keep to a pattern, allowing you a moment to breathe and cry out the number between each smack. Some subconscious part of you relaxes into the repetition, despite the pain. “Four.” Your grip on Heike doesn’t loosen the entire duration of your punishment and her skin is damp from your tears. “F- five.” You breathe out.

“You’ll have to be a little louder next time, darling.” Heike encourages, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. You nod hurriedly. The strength of his blows is unchanging, and you cry out a broken, “Six.”

“Good girl.” Heike coos and you whimper at her praise, a sharp contrast from her husband’s actions. Ten strikes is the limit on what Zemo is willing to push you to tonight. Heike guides you into her arms and you cling onto her, your hands shaking as she smooths over your arms soothingly. “You’re done darling. All done.” She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer to her. “You did so well.” You bury your face against her chest, before risking a glance at Zemo. He’s pulled the gloves off and he extends his hands towards you slowly.

“Can I touch you?” He asks you. His care makes the tears well up again in your eyes again, and you nod. He cups your face gently, his eyes meeting yours. “She’s right, you were so good for us.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks, wiping the tears away. “All’s forgiven now.” He kisses you softly on the forehead. “You understand why I punished you, don’t you?” You nod,

“Because I lied to you.” He nods,

“Not only that, but you put yourself in danger because of that lie.” You nod in agreement. “And have you learnt your lesson?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He pulls you into his arms, smoothing a hand over your hair. “We’re going to take care of you now Draga.”

#helmut zemo x reader x heike zemo #helmut zemo x heike zemo #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo x you #helmut zemo x y/n #helmut zemo imagine #baron zemo imagine #zemo imagine #heike zemo #baron helmut zemo #helmut zemo #baron zemo #mafia au #marvel au #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

you're the light, you're the night

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lo7WOSw

by howdoyousleep

After his father's careless mistake, Bucky Barnes' life becomes controlled by the Bratva. The multiple jobs he works to support his family, his ill sister's treatment, his paused education, his nonexistent love life; every dull and draining day blurs together as he lives his life for everyone but himself...until he's given a way out.

Leave Russia and move to New York City, marry a man named Steve Rogers, and his father's debt will be forgiven in full, his family taken care of.

To Bucky, it seems like an obvious decision.

But when the stranger he ends up marrying turns out to be involved in the same illicit world Bucky was eager to leave behind, and with a menacing rival that threatens the life he's desperately trying to find his footing in, Bucky feels as if he's in more trouble now than when he had the Bratva breathing down his neck.

Words: 3972, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winifred Barnes, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Loki (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Helmut Zemo

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Thor, Natasha Romanov & Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes & Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes & Rebecca Barnes Proctor

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Italian Mafia, Russian Mafia, Mob Boss Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Mob, Russian Bucky Barnes, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Age Difference, Tattooed Steve Rogers, Threats of Violence, Death Threats, Gun Violence, Blood and Violence, Falling In Love, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Possessive Behavior, POV Steve Rogers, POV Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Avengers Family, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Daddy Kink

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lo7WOSw

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

[davidkeane17]

100 Cartoon Villains Of All Time

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#cartoon villains

[thesuitkovian]

Now I have Mafia Boss! Zemo on the brain and can't get it out.

#mafia boss! zemo #helmut zemo #baron zemo #Just envision it: Mafia Boss and Baron Zemo helping rebuild Sokovia with his humongous bank account #but like as he's rebuilding it he brings in his mafia peeps #and slowly Sokovia becomes a mafia run country #but no one really minds #because Zemo is nice and takes care of them #and theres worse mafias to be run by

[lazygurl05]

How about a...

Mafia Boss Zemo AU🥵

Sir I- 🥵

#daniel brühl #helmut zemo #baron zemo #tfatws #zemo #zemoedit #marvel #mcu #daniel bruhl supremacy #mafia boss #mafia boss pov #au #zemo au #zemo tag #daniel brühl x reader #zemo x reader #hot hot hot hot #daniel bruhl

[sebstan2020]

Red Ties

Chapter 23

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

James had had a shitty night. It did not go as planned as he wanted it to, and now he was seething. Zemo was supposed to meet him at the docks for a shipment coming in, and he was now an hour behind schedule. James was not the kind of man you kept waiting for, and the more minutes ticked by, the more frustrated he was getting. He paced back and forth, enough to drive a hole into the floor, and growled when he didn't see a single sign of him turning up.

"Where the fuck is he?" He groaned at Steve and Sam, who were leaning against the metal bars of the docks.

"He'll be here," Steve assured, and another half an hour ticked by, and James had enough.

"Let's go; he's not coming," he ordered, and Steve was about to argue back, but Sam shook his head, silently telling him not to go there. The boss was already pissed, and there was no point in making him angry.

"Let's go check on that kid that owes us money; maybe he'll have another payment," Steve suggested as they stormed back to the car. At this rate, James would do anything to forget the fact that Zemo had fucked him over. The next time he sees him, he's going to wish he had turned up on time. James sighed heavily and agreed, letting Steve drive to the apartment of some kid who owes him money. a typical crackhead wanting some extra dolar so he can fulfil his daily hit.

but that didn't go to plan either. He wasn't at his apartment, and James was getting frustrated when he didn't answer his phone. The night was a terrible one, and he was ready to go home.

"Fuck this, we're going home," he ordered, and Sam and Steve looked at each other, raising their brows and following James like the good henchmen they were, and didn't speak a word as James aggressively drove back home. but it wasn't just the whole night contributing to his frustration. He couldn't help but think of Mary being alone in Peter's apartment. If that fucker even tried anything with her, he wouldn't hesitate to go down there and teach him a lesson. His jealousy was taking over, and his hand gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Sighing heavily as he reached his bedroom, he threw his suit across the room, not caring to fold it or place it in the wash bin, and headed to the bathroom. He splashed his face with cold water, waking him up and bringing him back to the surface. The anger was washing out. He was realising how much of a hold Mary had on him.

one night away from her, and his bad side was coming out. but it made him think. There was going to have to be a time when he'd have to tell Mary about all this. the power and money that he had in this city. Right now, all she believed was that he was a good accountant and worked for the government, and the guilt was starting to settle inside him. He huffed, leaning against the sink with his arms wide and his head hanging down, as little droplets of water splashed from his hair into the sink.

He didn't want to tell her; he wanted to live in this sweet honeymoon stage of their relationship, but he couldn't run from it, and putting it off would make it harder for him to tell her. He'd rather she know the true him than fake it his whole life. His phone buzzed, and he immediately looked at it, seeing a sweet text from her wishing him a goodnight, and he smiled. She's too good for him.

but that wasn't all that he had to tell her. How the fuck was he going to tell her he enjoys tying women up, spanking them, and having them call him Sir when this girl was the sweet virgin Mary herself? Would she even know what all this was? He doubted it, which meant it was going to most likely scare her off. but again, there was no hiding from it.

James decided to hit bed early, and after a quick hot shower, he jumped into bed. The bed felt so empty without Mary there and cold without her body pressing against his. He nearly forgot to text her back and quickly sent her a message, remembering that she had that little mark right on her neck, and it made him relax, knowing that a small part of him was there with her. Tomorrow, he was going to have to face something he didn't want to.

"That was an amazing sermon, reverend." Mary complimented him as she gathered the bibles into a large stack, handing them to him. She always stayed behind to help clean up, and he was very thankful for it.

"Thank you, Mary, although I think a couple of people were falling asleep to my voice; perhaps I'm getting too old for this," he joked, and Mary scoffed.

"Of course not; you're the best reverend this church has had." She smiled, and he chuckled.

"I wouldn't go that far, but it's nice to hear that. So, what are you doing this evening? How is that man you've been seeing—James, is it?" He asked, and Mary blushed at just the mention of his name.

"Well, I'm actually going over there now; we've been getting along really well, and I think... I think I like him," she said nervously, like a school kid with their first crush. There was no denying that James had captured her heart, and every second she spent with him was just wonderful. For the first time in her life, she liked someone who made her feel special.

"Well, that's wonderful, Mary. I'll be excited to meet him one day." John grinned, hugging her tightly.

"He's just such a gentleman and always makes me feel special, and I've never had that with someone before," she said quietly, and she couldn't help but smile as she thought about him.

"Well, I'm glad he's looking after you; if there is anything you need, don't hesitate to call me," he said with a serious note in his voice, and she nodded.

"Yes, absolutely," she nodded. Reverend McCarthy was always there for her, and she knew she could count on him to give her good advice when she needed it. For the first time in a while, Mary drove to James's house. Normally, he would come pick her up, but she had driven to church anyway, so he told him he didn't need to come and pick her up. He was insistent, but she was too tough to say no.

The whole drive there, she was giddy with excitement, and when she pulled up to the mansion, she practically skipped to the front door, knocking as if she were a child. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress, tight to her body, with boots. Her hair was blown out with curls, and she had a light layer of makeup on. The door opened, revealing Steve, who grinned as he welcomed her in.

"Hey Mary, who had a little lamb," he joked with big, welcoming arms, and Mary giggled, shaking her head at the terrible choice of name he had given her.

"Hi Steve," she said, and he chuckled.

"Sorry, that was terrible. How are you?" He said it as if he hadn't just seen her a couple days ago.

"I'm good; how are you?".

"Eh, I can't complain," he shrugged. Steve really did have nothing to complain about. His life was easy compared to most. Mary giggled softly, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Where's James?" As soon as she said his name, he came shuffling out of the hallway.

"Oh, speak of the devil." If only Mary knew how true that was. She turned and smiled instantly as he walked to her. He was looking exceptionally handsome today, dressed in a tight-fitting suit, and he smiled instantly, leaning down to peck her to taste her sweetness off her lips.

"Hi," he whispered. She whispered a hi-back as well, and when he pulled back, he looked up at Steve.

"I hope he wasn't talking too much about me," he said, and Steve snorted, throwing a hand in the air.

"Of course I wasn't Buck; I would never," he shurgged, and James scoffed.

"Of course you wouldn't," he said, knowing Steve probably wasn't talking shit about him, but the two couldn't help a bit of banter between them. His arm instantly went around Mary's, pulling her close, and he ushered her to go upstairs. "How was your day?" he asked as he led her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, and she sighed with exhaustion, throwing herself on the bed.

"It was good. I went to church this morning and listened to John's sermon. He's so wise and knows so much that it amazes me sometimes, and then I..." Her voice blurred as James's mind was elsewhere, and he found himself having to pull himself back to reality as he stared off into space. Mary hadn't a clue that he wasn't really listening, and he hummed with a smile as she ranted on about her day. She was so relaxed and confident around him now that she didn't know when to stop talking.

"How about you?" she asked, and he sighed softly.

"Yeah, it was fine," was all he could conjure up, and he walked his way over to her, sitting down next to her and taking her hand in his.

"How was your night with your friends?" He tried to distract himself, but he realised perhaps that topic wasn't the best.

"It was good; we all brought something to Peter's and watched the game. Anya ended up having too much to drink, so she was hungover this morning, but I was fine being the good girl that I am." She smiled, and James chuckled, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Did you stay over?" he asked, and she nodded. He wished he hadn't asked that, as now his jealousy had pounced back. The thought of Peter being in the next room to her and having easy access while he slept alone last night made his blood boil, and he had to think about not clenching his fists so hard.

"Peter's apartment is so nice; I hope maybe I can get a place like that one day." James wanted to scoff, as he hoped that one day she'd be living here with him in his mansion, which was way better than Peter's apartment.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time," he said softly, and Mary leaned up to kiss him, her hand reaching up to his chest as James deepened it. Mary was in the mood, and as she leaned up closer for more, it wasn't like her to be this frisky, and James was enjoying it. But he couldn't help but pull back, as his mind was screaming at him to get on with it. Regardless of how much he wanted to throw her on the bed, kiss every inch of her body, and make her moan like she had every night last week, his mind and conscience were stopping him. He sighed softly, looking down for a minute before lifting his eyes back to hers.

"There is something I need to tell you," he said seriously and quietly, and Mary pulled back slightly in surprise.

"Okay," she nodded, biting her lip nervously. It wasn't like James was being this nervous or quiet.

James opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find the right words to say, but he wasn't sure where to start until he looked up and spotted the door.

"Come here," he whispered, taking her hand and pulling her off the bed, leading her to the closed door. Mary was confused, wondering why he was taking her to his closet.

"The other day you asked me what this was, and I said it's my closet. Well, it isn't." Mary folded her arms over her chest, almost hugging herself as she stood nervously and quietly. James let out a breathy laugh, realising what he had said.

"Well, it is, but not what you think." He couldn't help but laugh nervously, and instead of trying to find the words to explain it all, he pulled out a silver key from his pocket, unlocked the door with a loud click, and pushed the door open. A flick of a switch and bright, warm lights illuminated the room. James stood aside, looking for Mary to step over, and she took a single step in front of the room, peaking inside.

Chapter 24

I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO HATE ME FOR LEAVING IT ON A CLIFFHANGER. I hope you like this chapter. What do you think James is going to tell her first, let me know what you think in the comments

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Finished Series

Steve Rogers

Happy Together

Sugar, Sugar (Sugar Daddy AU)

Insubordination

Get Your Fix

Eye for an Eye (Mafia AU)

Getaway (Nomad Steve)

Grace, too (Stripper AU)

When the Weight Comes Down (Biker AU)

She

Edge of Time (Apocalypse AU)

Bucky Barnes

Breach (Winter Soldier)

Heart-Shaped Box

Smalltown Bringdown (Biker AU)

From Eden

Stucky

Witness (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

Yours, Mine, and Ours (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

Tapestry (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, Medieval AU)

kiss me in the d-a-r-k / Summertime sadness  (dad! Steve Rogers, professor!Bucky Barnes, boss!Loki)

Painted Windows

Blue Jean Baby (Porn AU)

Bent, not broken (Winter Soldier & Captain Hydra)

Thor

What was, What will be

Little Bones )Biker AU)

Peter Parker

Let me be your ruler (Peter Parker, Mob AU, MCU)

Loki

Fully Completely (Loki)

Zemo

Candy Coated (sugar daddy au)

Sam Wilson

Looking for a Place to Happen (biker au)

Multicharacter

Omerta (Loki & Bucky Barnes, ft. Steve Rogers and Thor, Mafia AU)

Eye of the Storm (Thor & Loki)

Frailty, thy name is woman (Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Edwardian AU)

Northern Exposure (Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)

Hue and Cry (Bucky Barnes, Helmut Zemo, Medieval AU)

Staycation (Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers)

Too much is never enough Epilogues (Loki, Thor)

Too much is never enough (Thor, Loki)

Oh, what a night (Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers)

Andy Barber

A Place Like This (Lumberjack AU)

Lee Bodecker

Push

Arvin Russell

Of something beautiful, but annihilating

Clark Kent

Splintered

As You Wish (Medieval AU) 

Portrait of a Dangerous Man (Mob AU)

August Walker

Blowback

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[earlgreydream]

rings.

| bucky barnes x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. bucky with rings

mafia au, soft!dom

cw: sliiiiight dubcon if you squint, but not actually

“You’re running the money through here?” Steve asked Bucky, and he nodded.

“Yes. We have a few other sites we launder through, but most of the money comes through here. Police don’t come poking around a locally owned Romanian restaurant on the upper east side,” Bucky explained.

“Boss is very... careful.” Zemo explained, referring to Bucky.

They were trying to make a deal with Steve and Sam, the two American bosses of another mafia they were trying to sell their illegal weapons to. One of their bases was raided, all of their drugs and weapons seized by the DEA.

They had come to Bucky, looking to buy more weapons to arm their dealers and “soldiers”.

“And who is this exactly?” Sam eyed Zemo suspiciously.

“Zemo. He’s security, and my weapons expert,” Bucky answered.

“Do you have connections?” Steve continued, trying to ignore the Sokovian’s unsettling stare.

“Yes. The head agent of the Manhattan DEA is one of us. Half of the local precincts are in our pocket, and I own the NYPD.” Bucky’s tone was impatient, he didn’t appreciate the questioning of his authority.

Bucky was the most powerful man in New York, and also the most feared. He demanded respect, dominating every space he entered. Steve and Sam wanted to be under his protection, and be supplied by him.

The men stopped talking when they heard a noise, and the four men burst into the front of the restaurant, guns drawn.

“Did you not lock the fucking door?!” Bucky snapped at Zemo. Zemo just rolled his eyes, and they stepped out into the dining room, where you stood.

You loved the Romanian restaurant just a few streets down from your building. You frequented it, their papanasi your favorite comfort food.

You’d had a rough week, a lot of family drama, and you were craving the Romanian food. You found the door unlocked and a back light on as you were walking home late, and you’d gone inside to try to get a snack.

It was empty, but four men had come out, three of them pulling guns and pointing them at you. You’d heard voices and had begun to walk to the back hallway, where they’d been talking in an office. You’d heard “I own the NYPD,” and nothing else. You’d started to leave when the men had appeared.

The man who didn’t have a gun pointed at you was in an all-black suit, silver eyes matching silver rings on his fingers that looked like they costed more than your Manhattan rent.

You were frozen, staring down the barrels of three guns, fear robbing your lungs of air.

“Get your fucking guns out of her face!” Bucky shouted, making you jump. Zemo obeyed immediately, but Steve and Sam kept their guns pointed at you.

“She’s-”

“She’s unarmed and terrified. Put down the fucking guns!” The other two slowly lowered their weapons, and you were shaking.

Bucky looked at you, a frightened girl who clearly had just ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time. You stared back at him, your hands trembling. You didn’t understand him protecting you from the other men, but you were thankful. 

“Please, I didn’t hear anything, I haven’t done anything... I just wanted some food,” you pleaded softly, looking at Bucky in hopes he’d take more pity on you.

“I believe you, doll, but we can’t let you leave,” Bucky spoke, and you bit your lip.

“I won’t do anything,” you promised.

“I know. You came for something to eat? Let’s get you some food. Zemo.” Bucky pushed the Sokovian toward the kitchen.

“Barnes, we can’t just-” Steve turned to Bucky, starting to object.

“You will respect my authority, Steve.”

You looked at him, and Bucky held his hand out for you to take. You hesitated, and his silver gaze softened.

“I’m not going to hurt you, doll,” he said quietly, and you carefully put your hand in his, the metal rings cold against your warm skin. Bucky pulled you toward him, his other hand going to rest on the small of your back as he led you to his office, sitting down with you on one of the brown leather couches. You began to smell the food Zemo was cooking, growing hungrier. Sam and Steve sat across from the two of you, and you shifted under their intense gazes.

“What’s your name?” Bucky asked you, and when you didn’t answer immediately, he introduced himself.

“I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky,” he felt bad that you’d gotten caught up with them. Under another circumstance, he probably would’ve sent you away, but he couldn’t let you go in front of the two Americans, and not risking what you may have heard of their conversation. 

Your mind was spinning. You’d never been in the presence of four men as beautiful as the ones in the restaurant. Bucky especially, was incredibly gorgeous. His stern, dominating personality made him far more attractive somehow, and you found yourself growing warm in your jeans.

“Your name, doll?” Bucky’s voice was soft as he called you back to attention, snapping your mind out of your wandering thoughts.

“Y/N,” you whispered, pulling at a rip in your jeans, letting your eyes fall down to your lap.

“That’s a pretty name,” Bucky said, repeating it, and god it sounded so much better falling from his lips.

“Here,” Zemo returned, setting down a plate for you. A small gasp left you as Bucky hauled you closer to him on the couch. You realized it was so that Zemo could sit down on your other side. You picked up the plate, eating quietly, trying to ignore the stares from the men across from you. 

Zemo and Bucky didn’t stare, and Bucky’s hand rested lightly on your leg. They began to speak in Romanian, and you didn’t understand, so you kept eating. You nearly choked when Bucky squeezed your thigh a bit, his rings glinting from the movement. 

You wondered how the cool metal would feel against your heat.

“Y/N? I asked if you were alright?” 

“Hm? Yes,” you blushed furiously, and Bucky had an amused smirk on your face, practically reading your mind, or at least recognizing filthy thoughts as you stared at his large hands.  

“Her cheeks look a little rosy,” Zemo hummed, his fingers brushing lightly over your cheekbone. Your chest rose and fell heavily, and Steve leaned forward and took the now-empty plate from your lap. 

“Are you nervous?” Bucky teased, his deep voice soaking into you, surrounding you and blocking out everything else.

“No, sir,” you shook your head, swallowing hard.

“Sir? So sweet,” Zemo chuckled darkly, and you felt his fingertips ghost down your spine.

“I am sweet,” you said, looking up at Bucky, and he tilted his head to the side a bit, running his hand up and down your thigh. You squeezed your legs together without meaning to, just needing to alleviate some of the sexual frustration that was building inside of you. 

You were overwhelmed by the two men speaking softly and sensually to you, their hands on you, the dominating personalities, and the tension in the room. You were focused on Bucky, and he helped you onto his lap. You let him move you to straddle his hips, your back to the other men. 

“Want to show me how sweet you can be, doll?” He asked, his hands resting on your ribcage, and you could feel him through your thin top. You nodded shyly, and he kissed you to get you to relax a bit. 

“My friends here are going to watch, okay?” Bucky’s voice was dangerously soft, and you nodded. He kissed your cheekbone lightly before slipping your top over your head, your breasts barely covered by thin, see-through lace.

You blushed, looking to the side and seeing Zemo shift at the sight of your chest.

“He’s admiring you,” Bucky hummed softly into your collarbone, pressing a kiss to the skin there, just above the curve of the lace on your breast. His hands slipped down into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing you and pulling a breathy noise from you. You couldn’t see Sam or Steve, but you felt their gazes on your back, watching the way Bucky balanced softness and dominance with you.

“I want to make you feel good, I want to hear your little moans of pleasure,” Bucky spoke quietly, mouthing gentle kisses along your jaw.

“Please,” now, instead of begging to leave, you were begging for him, the mafia don you were on top of.

“Let’s let these poor boys behind you see. I want them to know who’s in charge here,” Bucky said, and you nodded in consent. You felt like you could collapse as he got you to stand up off of his lap. You looked down at his rings as he smoothed his hands up your belly to tease the raised peaks under your bralette. 

“So pretty, doll,” Bucky praised you, kissing just above your navel. His eyes gazed up at you, and your trembling fingers threaded through his dark hair as you got lost in the stormy grey. 

Bucky wanted to tear you apart, but he took it slow and was gentle for you, the sweet girl under his protection.

He kissed the space between your hips as he undid the button on your jeans, sliding them down your legs. He reached a hand up for you to take as you stepped out of them, holding you steady. He smiled at the lace bottoms that matched your top, nearly see-through. 

You heard a soft throaty noise from behind you, and you looked to see Sam and Steve with their hands down their trousers, stroking themselves as they watched Bucky undress you. Zemo was doing the same, but less shy than the other two, his suit pants down around his knees, giving you full view of his cock.

You blushed shyly, feeling exposed but somehow safe with Bucky, who was squeezing your ass, leaving imprints of his rings against your skin. 

“Look, they’re all touching themselves because of you, how beautiful and sweet you are,” Bucky turned you around so your back was to him, making you watch Steve and Sam. Your skimpy underwear showed how wet you were, and you were unable to hide how turned on you were any more. 

Bucky’s hands were on your hips as he kissed down your spine, shivers shooting through your body. He slid the lace down your legs, leaving it discarded on the floor with your jeans, but not bothering to get you fully naked. 

A soft squeal escaped as you were suddenly dragged backwards, falling onto Bucky’s lap, your back pressed against his suit-clad chest. 

“You can rest on me, doll,” he coaxed you to relax, his hands smoothing down your body. 

Steve and Sam were overwhelmed by the sight in front of them, and Bucky knew it. He was doing this to assert his dominance, and to establish a level of trust between them. They watched him part your legs, keeping them open with his knees. Zemo was much more unphased than the other two, enjoying the show as one of Bucky’s loyal friends.

Bucky could hear your soft, unsteady breaths, and he stilled when your smaller hand grasped his. 

“Leave them on, please,” you begged, tilting your head back to look him in the eyes before he could remove his rings.

“Of course, sweet girl.” Bucky planted a gentle kiss to your lips, deepening it to hear your soft moans. 

“Oh my god, fuck,” one of the men moaned as they came, seeing your sex glisten as Bucky licked into your mouth sensually. 

Bucky gently trailed his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were. He began to stroke your clit softly, listening to you whine.

He eased one of his large fingers into your tight entrance. You shuddered, your breath stuttering as you felt the cold metal against your hot pussy, your muscles squeezing around his finger. 

“Does that feel good?” Zemo asked you as Bucky pushed two fingers inside of you, still teasing your clit to keep you relaxed.

“Answer him, doll,” Bucky commanded you sternly. 

“Yes, sir,” you turned your head to look at Zemo, watching his hips fuck up into his hand. 

“No, you keep touching yourselves. You’re not done until I’m done.” Bucky’s order was directed at Steve and Sam, who’s noises rose in pitch at the forced overstimulation. They were too afraid to disobey Bucky, knowing the consequences would be dire. Zemo knew this ahead of time, and was taking it much slower, still enjoying himself as he watched you writhe on Bucky’s lap. 

Bucky kissed along your shoulder and neck, three fingers pumping slowly in and out of you. He expertly drew whines and moans of pleasure from you, and your legs were beginning to shake from the intensity. 

The cold metal against your heat was driving you mad, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Your back arched off of Bucky’s chest, and he wrapped an arm around you to hold you against him. He still managed to stay calm enough to continue being gentle with you, leading you quickly toward a powerful orgasm.

“You must ask him before you let go, sweetheart,” Zemo informed you, and your broken whimper filled Bucky’s ears. He watched the other three men writhing in their own mind-blowing pleasure, all under the instruction of him. 

“Please, Bucky, I need-” you cut yourself off with a strangled squeal as he curved his fingers forward inside of you.

“Let go, I’ve got you,” He said, kissing your cheek as he murmured the soft words. Your screams of white-hot pleasure filled the room, shaking and falling apart on his lap. A choked sob left your chest as he pulled out of you, his digits soaked in your come. He’d waited until you had fell down from your high, becoming relaxed in his arms. 

He was whispering gentle praises in your ear as he slipped his fingers into your mouth to clean them off. You hollowed your cheeks, obediently cleaning him up and feeling the metal rings pressed against your lips. You were soothed by sucking off his fingers and the praises, melting into the mafia lord.

“I think I want to keep you.”

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[latenightartist-author]

would you do zemo x wife!reader

They got arranged marriage. They are husband and wife. You were getting breakfast, ready to work. You felt that you were bit happy. You were working. Few moments later, you came home in evening, as Zemo finish the shower, get sleepwear. You get big tired as you changed your sleepwear. As you lay down in bed, Zemo come close to you as he asked you that how was your day, you responded. Zemo really want you to be happy. He just want to cuddle you.

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Complicated

Being in an arranged marriage sucks but somehow I got stuck here married to Helmut Zemo. He isn't the worst my parents could have chosen so I'm thankful for that. We have been married for almost a month now we hardly see each other. He tries to say good bye to ,e before he goes off for work which is one of the things I hate to admit I like about this it makes me smile. I went down the stairs to get my breakfast and saw a note laying on the table. 'sorry for not saying goodbye this morning Schatz I had to go in early and didn't want to wake you' I subconiously smiled to myself but the moment ended when my phone rang because my idiot boss was calling.

I got home that night and saw the lights on which was odd. I was usually home before Zemo but he did go in early so I guess it's not that concerning. I went to our room and changed as Zemo got out of the shower. i will never admit it to him but I like to see him like that. I grabbed some crackers and laid in our bed so I could watch Netflix after a few minutes I felt Zemo hand on my back.

"How was your day?"

"It was fine. my boss doesn't understand anything we are doing but other than that it was fine."

"Are you happy with our life?"

"what do you mean? Our life is fine things could always be worse I could have been married off to a narcissistic dictator or a mafia boss they would deal with my personality like you do."

"I just ask since I never see you and I just want you to be happy." he said and I moved closer to him.

"I might be happy if I saw you more," I said and cuddled up to him.

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[six-demon-bag]

when you came in, the air went out: chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky, newly eighteen and at risk of being homeless and starving during the cold spring, makes a gamble trusting his shady boss and auctioning off one night of his life for enough money to survive.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Mob, mafia boss zemo, Young Bucky Barnes, Older Man/Younger Man, Poor Life Choices, Human Trafficking, bucky trafficks himself really, Auction, Non-Consensual Drug Use, not between bucky and zemo, Slow Burn, Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Masturbation, minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers,

Word count: 9022

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Chapter 3

Full fic

Excerpt:

It comes to a head one afternoon. It’s surreal, the way the sunlight shines through the windows, the warm late summer breeze, somehow it's foolish but Bucky doesn’t expect the violence. It feels like violence that should be done under the cover of night, late, unseen and ominous, and not just open and so, so visible.

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