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"Bunny and Clyde"
I have no excuse for this.
How do we feel about dark!mob!Bucky and dark!crazy!slut!bunny!reader???? Well we're about to find out. I'm really outing myself as a slut here but you already all know this so 🙊
But still.... Damn...
Warnings: mob boss Bucky, mob violence, rough sex, blackmail, pet name (bunny), choking, come play?
It was without a doubt that you were Bucky's favourite girl. You might not currently be his girl, but for sure he favoured you over anyone else at your job.
You were a dancer at Bucky's nightclub, a popular hangout for the rich and infamous in the city. Bucky was certainly one of those, the biggest and baddest in fact. He stopped by the club frequently, and when he did, he always made sure you danced for the biggest tippers and would reserve a seat on his lap for you when he wanted to entertain guests. He would press kisses to your shoulders and pinch and squeeze your soft skin when he talked to you.
That was the extent of it, but you wanted more. Much more. He was gorgeous, strong, powerful and he clearly adored you. So there was no way you were going to let him slip out of your hands for some other girl to sink her claws into. You didn't know how you were going to do it, but that man was going to be yours, whatever it took.
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One evening you found yourself in Bucky's office. He was chatting to some mob type about a deal that had appeared to have gone wrong. Bucky was furious, evident by his leg tapping, bouncing you up and down in his lap and in the way he squeezed at your thighs. The action which had your pussy fluttering as the build of his anger and frustration made you desperate to help him.
Abruptly he motioned you to stand and he pressed a little kiss to your cheek. "Will you stay here and wait for me Bunny? I got some business to deal with..." You nodded and sat down in his comfy leather seat as the two men left the room. You were immediately bored and started spinning the chair and rifling through his desk drawers.
You found a couple of guns which didn't really surprise you, lots of cash and some papers. You also found a little usb stick and you picked it up, fiddling with it until you decided to stick it into the laptop that sat on Bucky's desk. Your heart pounded as you clicked through the files.
Endless evidence of Bucky's misdeeds flashed before your eyes. Nothing that really shocked you, but the fact he had pictures and documents just seemed mad to you. If anyone had this, they'd own Bucky forever.... That had your mind spinning.....
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You decided not to wait in Bucky's office as he had asked and you moved through the club, round the back corridors until you found what you were looking for. The door to the 'Red Room'. No one was allowed in there without Bucky's strict permission, and you certainly didn't have that.
You inched closer to the door and heard the sound of fighting or more like a beating. There were sounds of talking and occasional grunts and you almost turned heel and ran, but you had a mission to finish and that kept you rooted to the spot. You shivered a little in the cold hallway, your skimpy dancers outfit not doing much to keep you warm. Suddenly the door you were creeping behind burst open. The burly guy from Bucky's office was glaring at you and behind him you saw some poor soul bruised and bloodied in a chair in the room.
"What the fuck?" You heard Bucky call out and the man grabbed your arm and dragged you into the room. Bucky's anger was evident and he ran a hand over his face. "Get him outta here" he said quietly and the burly man dragged the man out of the room and left you both standing there alone. You gave him a look over, you couldn't help but feel a rush of lust as you noticed the blood on his knuckles, the rolled up shirt sleeves, the sweat on his brow and the anger in his eyes.
"I didn't mean to interrupt" you offered with a faux innocence that did nothing to calm Bucky's temper. "What the fuck you playing at Bunny?" He spat and you walked towards him. "I could fucking kill you y'know" he raged, grabbing your throat and pressing you up against the wall but you just giggled. "Well that would be a terrible waste wouldn't it?"
Your attitude shocked him into slightly letting loose his grip on your throat but he kept his eyes fixed on you. "Plus, if you did, a copy of your naughty files would end up all over the news... And that would be so sad..." You held up his little usb and waved it in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and let go of you.
"What do you want Bunny?" You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Everything. I want you." He pressed you up against the wall again, and glared at you. "You're telling me, you're willing to risk me throwing you in the Hudson, to be my girlfriend?" You laughed again, fingers smoothing over his shoulders, your legs slotting between his. "Not girlfriend, you cheat on all your girlfriends..." You pouted and he smirked as you ground your heat down on his thigh. "I want to be your Bunny. You're only Bunny. Wanna be spoiled and fucked and make you happy all the time." He pressed his thigh harder and you gasped as the pressure sent pleasure shooting through your core. "Besides, everyone knows I'm your favourite girl, why not make it official?"
He moved in close, his lips brushing yours and you whimpered as he squeezed your throat tight. "Reckon you can handle it Bunny? Think you can manage everything I got to give you?" You captured his lips in a kiss and you nodded making him chuckle darkly, "I don't think you can Bun Bun."
You tugged at his shirt and mewled at him, "I can, I can take it, give it to me Bucky please?" With that he lifted you off the floor and carried you over to a little table and pushed your shivering body to lie down. "Such a stupid little Bunny, all this for some cock huh? Always knew I had a little slut sitting on my lap, didn't take much did it? Have you desperate for me to fuck ya? Think you're so fucking smart huh?" You whimpered and whined as he tore your pretty costume apart, exposing your body to him.
He spread your pussy lips apart and spat harshly on your cunt before using his cock to spread the wetness around. Your eyes widened at his size and you were about to protest when he pushed your chest so you were flat on your back again. "Bunny, you said you wanted everything. Don't be fucking ungrateful now you're getting it..." He sank in, stretching you painfully, making you cry out and claw at him. He stilled until you had adjusted, but he spent the time slapping and pinching your breasts, leaning down and biting at you, kissing you roughly and pinning your hands down on the hard surface.
Your whole body was on fire, everything you ever wanted in this moment. You wanted to laugh and cry all at once. Deciding to rile him even more you pulled him into a kiss, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood before rolling your hips. "Are you just gonna lie here panting on top of me, or are you gonna fuck me?" He barked out a laugh before gripping your throat again and starting to pound into your cunt with no mercy. You cried out and filled the dark room with your begs and pleas as he hit every spot in you perfectly.
"Fuck bunny, so fucking tight" he strained and tightened his grip on your throat until your face turned pink. "Taking me so goddam well... Jesus always knew you'd be a good girl for me..." He rubbed your clit with his thumb and you desperately gasped for air as pleasure streaked through your body, down to the tips of your toes. He growled as you squeezed him but he managed to hold himself in check. "Get on your fucking knees Bunny" he ordered and dragged you as you scrambled to kneel at his feet.
You grabbed his cock and helped him jerk it off over your pretty face, sucking at the sensitive head, making him groan as you licked him up and down until he pulled you away. He rubbed the come into your face and pushed some into your greedy mouth and you sucked hard on his fingers, happily swallowing them and letting him choke you a little with them. He looked at you and you grinned up at him, "told ya" you teased as you clung to his thigh and kissed his cock one more time.
"You tryna kill me Bunny?"
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Fix My Shoes
Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader
Word Count || Around 250
Contents & Warnings || Implied Smut — 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (babe, doll, princess), slight sub!bucky, implied oral (f receiving).
Authors Note || Hmm ok I loved the little thot I posted about Bucky being a subby little bitch for his princess but idk how subby this piece actually is because I’m not used to writing sub!bucky. But this is the first thing that popped in my head. I still think it’s fucking HOT! This was quickly written and not proofread, but I hope people enjoy regardless :D
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You and your husband were getting ready to go out to dinner with some friends. You each stood on your designated His & Hers side of the vast walk-in closet, dressing up in luxurious clothes and accessories.
You opted for a little black dress with expensive jewellery and cute black heels. You slid into the shoes, and it seemed such work to bend down and do them up, but you knew someone who would be more than happy to help.
“Babe.”
“Yes, doll.”
He turned around at the sound of your voice as he fixed his collar on the white shirt.
“Fix my shoes?” You held up your leg elegantly as you batted your eyelashes at him.
“Anything for you, princess.”
He smirked as he got down on one knee before you, caressing your calves. The touch made you shiver, and an inaudible moan escaped. He left delicate kisses on your exposed thigh, making your stomach soar with tingling butterflies, as he did up one shoe and then switched sides to do the other.
You ran your hand through his short hair while he fixed your shoes. With each kiss to your tender skin, your core pulsated, wanting those kisses as well.
“Anything else princess wants?” He asked once he finished.
“Hmm, there is one more thing,” with your hand at the back of his head, you guided him towards your core, wanting to exploit more of his kind and generous nature, “if there’s time.”
“I always have time to please my princess.”
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Lost In The Shadows: Part Twelve
A/N: This one is short, sorry, also have began writing my next series, my stuff about that will be up once i'm finished posting this story, hoe you like it, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount: 1,159
Warnings: angst, Guns, Bucky being unaware, Wayne, and Brock if I forgot anything let me know please!
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After the stress of being at the hospital worried sick everyday, Y/n had to admit being at her villa in Italy was a nice change from the compound back home. It was also nice that she was able to get Bucky an arm with the thought of mind that money was no object, so she got the best of the best. The best part was it was just her and Bucky, since everyone back home wanted to keep it hush hush that they were leaving, there wasn’t a security staff always lurking nor did she have any professionals roaming the house like cleaners, and kitchen staff, it felt normal, and she almost didn’t dare say she liked it.
Currently she sat by the pool, while Bucky was swimming laps, she softly smiled to herself as she thought about it. Tonight they were going to roam the city, starting with an art gallery and then dinner. A lot of this felt so domestic to her and she couldn’t fully hate it. “You okay?” Bucky asked, her eyes opened as she looked at him. “I know you’ve been stressed.” And there was also that, if Bucky remembered he would probably understand the why, because technically you were both in hiding.
“Bucky, if anything I’m for once not stressed.” She lied through her teeth, she was more stressed than ever before, because they were stuck in a foreign country Bucky had no memory of the Mafia, and for the first time since taking her family business back she wasn’t the one in control of everything, and she hated that. “If anything, I’m excited about tonight, it’s gonna be romantic.”
As the two of them walked around looking at different paintings, sculpture and other pieces of work. It was nice until a bullet hit one of the paintings, Y/n’s eyes widened. “Get down!” She yelled, she pulled out her own gun that had been tucked away in a secret pouch in her overly big purse, as more bullets came through breaking the glass.
“What the hell is going on?” Bucky asked with wide eyes.
Y/n looked at him. “Believe me Bucky in another life you’d understand, but for now follow what I do.” She aimed her own gun at the glass ceiling of the building, where she couldn’t see even an outline of a person, she took a deep breath in irritation. “Okay, we’ve gotta get on that roof.”
“That’s where the bullets came from.” Bucky hissed out.
Y/n nodded. “I know.” She got up moving, Bucky moved her as she had told him. As people who weren’t dead ran around in panic and fear, and red lights went off with an annoying alarm and people who had gotten shot in the spray of bullets moments earlier laid on the ground crying or dead. She moved around until she found a roof entrance, she began running up the stairs, when both of them made it up to the roof Y/n found who she was looking for meaning whoever it was wanting to kill her had an open air shot to get her. As Y/n saw it was two people, Sharon and Wayne, Y/n scoffed, wind caused her hair to blow everywhere. “You two have got to be shitting me! You're working together?”
They both looked at her with wide eyes. “She betrayed Brock, so I'm here for both of you!” Wayne was the first to speak.
Y/n began to actually laugh. “That’s a good one Wayne, you're working for Rumlow, you're not even stupid enough to do that.”
“You're the one who’s gonna lose out, Y/n, you are the one who lost doing business with him, and you're gonna die for it.” Wayne smiled wickedly, Y/n noticed he looked different; he'd been bulked up or something.
“Are you on that fucking staroids he wants to sell on the streets?” She scoffed able to tell, by the obvious side effects.
“It’s called ‘the serum’.” He said aggressively.
“Oh, please, all those blue crystals are gonna do for you is kill you eventually.” Y/n was taunting him.
“Okay that's enough.” Sharron stopped her from continuing. “I’m killing you, and then taking everything you’ve built.” The blond held up a gun at Y/n, making her do the same.
Y/n, wasn’t aiming for her sister but Wayne, as her finger pressed the trigger Sharons did the same and she ducked down, with Bucky as she watched Wayne fall off the building with blood spreading on his shirt.
Sharon watched and hurried to follow where he fell, jumping off knowing Y/n was giving her one more chance to get her. Y/n liked a game especially with her sister, so she was willing to play it, if Sharon killed her next time she’d win, only getting one more chance to try again, before Y/n would kill her. Y/n looked at Bucky making sure he was alright, he looked shaken up but no wounds, she helped him up. “Are you okay?” She asked, and he nodded. “Okay come on.”
When they got back to the villa she began packing everything they had brought, moving as fast as she could. “Y/n what the hell was that!” Bucky yelled, making her freeze up, stopping what she was doing.
Y/n whipped around. “You're not gonna talk to me like that!” She yelled back. “You're the one who doesn't remember anything, and doesn't know what is going on so you're not gonna yell at me, I’m doing this for your safety, because I care about you.”
“Explain what’s going on then.” He said with irritation.
“My sister, who is a skilled assassin, and a guy I refused to do business with are trying to kill me and possibly you, and that’s how we ended up in the hospital I’m assuming, and your don’t remember this because of what you got in the accident, Bucky I’m a mafia boss and so is your brother, but we’ve gotta go if you want to live.” She spoke with pure urgency, she moved up to him, placing her hand in his, she slowly moved in closer to him, kissing him softly. “Bucky, I love you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, if you come with me I’ll make sure you don’t die.”
Bucky pulled her closer to him. “I’ll go with you, but be honest with me from now on.”
Y/n looked at him and nodded. “Okay, for now pack, I’ll figure out where to next.”
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Brock shook his head, as Wayne's feed and tracker turned red, he slammed his hand on the desk, a mix of anger and joy. Wayne had been helpful but soon became a pest on his shoulder, he huffed knowing he needed to know Y/n’s next move. He had to be the one to finish her off.
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Betrayal in the Shadows
Summary: An undercover cop, Bucky Barnes, and a mob boss, Y/n, struggle with their intense connection as their worlds collide and ultimately shatter in the face of betrayal.
Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mobster!Reader
Warning(s): betrayal, angst, no happy ending, sad!bucky, sad!reader
Bucky Barnes had been working as an undercover cop for the past six months, infiltrating the inner circle of one of the most notorious mob bosses in the city. He had seen and done things that made his stomach churn, but he couldn't deny that he was drawn to the woman in charge. She was fierce, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful. They had an intense connection that kept pulling them together, despite the danger that lurked around every corner.
Y/n, the mob boss, had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone before. Bucky Barnes was a mystery to her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She trusted him with her life, and he had proven his loyalty time and time again. They spent long nights together, planning their next move, and their conversations often turned personal. They talked about their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. They knew each other better than anyone else, and yet there was always something unsaid between them.
One night, after a successful heist, they found themselves alone in the back of a dimly lit bar. The air was thick with tension, and they both knew what was about to happen.
"You know we shouldn't be doing this," Bucky said, his voice low and husky.
"I know," Y/n replied, her eyes locked on his.
"But I can't help myself," he admitted, moving closer to her.
"Neither can I," she whispered, before their lips met in a heated kiss. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before, and they both knew that it was just the beginning.
But their moment of bliss was short-lived. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a group of police officers stormed in, pointing their guns at them.
"Hands up where we can see them! You're all under arrest!" one of them yelled.
Bucky felt his heart drop as he realised that it was his squad. He had been so focused on you that he had forgotten that he was a cop, not a criminal. He was here to do a mission, not fall in love.
Y/n's expression changed from shock to heartbreak in a matter of seconds. She knew what this meant. She was going to prison, and her empire would crumble. She looked at Bucky with tears in her eyes, and he could see the pain and betrayal in her gaze.
"Bucky, how could you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I'm sorry," he said, his own voice filled with regret. "I didn't want it to end this way."
"You betrayed me," she spat, pulling away from him. "I trusted you with everything, and now you've destroyed me."
"I know, and I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer to her.
"Save it," she said, turning away from him. "You've done enough damage already."
As she was dragged away and placed in the back of a police car, Bucky watched her disappear into the night, feeling like he had lost a part of himself. He knew that what they had was special, and he had been foolish to think that they could keep it a secret forever. He had betrayed her trust, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.
Y/n, on the other hand, was consumed by a feeling of emptiness. She had built her entire life around her criminal empire, and now it was all gone. She had never thought that she would fall in love, especially not with a cop. She had trusted Bucky with everything, and now he had turned against her.
Their connection was shattered, and there was no going back. What could have been the best thing in their world was destroyed before it could even begin. There was no happy ending for them, only a bitter end.
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Weak Spot
Summary: He has a weak spot for you.
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Reader
Warnings: fluff, mentions of his business, protective Bucky, established relationship
A/N: I love soft mafia Bucky. So, you will all suffer with me...
<< Part 1 - Soft Spot
“Bucky! What did you do?” You look at your boyfriend. Men came to his house, carrying heavy boxes inside the library next to his office.
His father used the room to impress his business partners with all the expensive books he bought over the years. However, Bucky turned the library into your second favorite place.
Your favorite place is right next to him.
“I bought a few more books,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I think we need to expand the library. Maybe we can break through a wall and use one of the spare guestrooms.”
“Bucky, it’s too much,” you say. Your eyes are glued to the books the men unpack. “Oh my god! Did you buy a whole library?”
You gasp as more men with more boxes walk past you and Bucky. “All for my girl,” he whispers in your ear. Bucky softly pecks your cheek as you stand next to him. Speechless.
Your heart wants to burst. Every gesture and every word tells you how much you mean to the man by your side.
“We should leave them to their job, doll. Let's look at the books later.”
A few hours later Bucky sits in the library, in one of the old armchairs you found in an antique shop. You are on his lap, snuggled into his chest as he reads you one of your favorite books.
“How was your day?" you softly ask. “Did Stark agree to the deal? He’s a stubborn man, isn’t he?”
“I know you’ll make a perfect queen,” Bucky wraps his arm a little tighter around your body. He sighs deeply, wishing his business wasn’t part of your life now. If only he could give up on business and run away with you.
“Do you sometimes wish I was someone else?” you ask. “You know, an insider. A woman who grew up in your world.”
“No!” Bucky drops the book as you look at him with teary eyes. “Where is this coming from, Y/N? You are the one for me. I don’t want anyone else.”
“I heard your men talk. They told you that I’m your weak spot and a liability. That I will get you killed one day,” you choke on your words. “I don’t want you to die because of me. I love you too much.”
“Doll, I won’t get killed,” he drops the book to wrap both arms around your trembling body. “No one will dare get between us. You are the only woman I want. No one compares to you. I love you more than anything in my life.”
You hide your face in his neck to inhale his cologne. Bucky always smells good. “I love the books and the library.”
“It’s the least I could do after you quit your job for me,” he replies softly. “Did you think about my offer?”
You giggle.
Bucky asked you to become his sexy kitten and offered belly rubs as payment last week. "Sir, I am considering your offer.”
“Hmm…good…that’s good.”
He gently runs his hand over your head, patting you. “I didn’t quit my job for you. I left because I couldn’t work with people harassing the man I love.”
Bucky doesn’t tell you this is the same thing. He smiles and enjoys having you in his arms. All he wants is you by his side for the rest of his life.
“You better pick that book back up, Sir,” you lift your head to look Bucky in the eyes. “I won’t accept violence against books in this house.”
He grins at your words and says, “Baby doll, I promise to protect the books too. No one will touch them. I swear.”
"You are a great man," you say while snuggling into his chest and closing your eyes. “My protective and strong boyfriend.”
“My sweet and caring girlfriend,” he says as you softly whisper his name. “I’ll burn the world for you…”
>> Part 3
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At gunpoint part II
Author: Aya-Fay
Fandom: Captain America
Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Summary: Each of us has our own problems in lives and demons in souls. Some of us cope on our own, some of us need a little help from friends, and some of us go to a psychologist. Every problem has its own salvation, except for one – how to suppress the strongest desire to fuck your psychologist?
Warnings: smut; not protected sex.
Sebastian is not really working as a psychologist. He has just taken over his Empire and needed a cover for some time.
Status: In-progress
My Sebastian Stan's masterlist and My Main Masterlist
Part I of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part I
Five years ago.
Dr. Stan's office was a long room, all the illumination of which consisted of two windows that overlooked the courtyard of the neighboring building, which blocked all the sun's rays, preventing them from entering the office even on the clearest days, leaving the doctor's office immersed in pleasant darkness. Opposite the front door was a small marble fireplace. It was flanked by a bookcase, made of solid black oak, with large panels, decorated with intricately carved mirrors, which occupied the entire space of the walls between the front door and the table. This magnificent bookcase contained a collection of rare and valuable books, luxuriously bound in red morocco, with coats of arms on covers and spines... A collection of German classics, Latin authors, and just a few scattered volumes of the most famous contemporary psychiatrists.
Opposite the bookcase, in the wall between the windows, rose a large bookcase for papers, also of carved black oak, and there were folders of red morocco with gold letters on it. That was the exact place where a plaster figurine, about half a meter high, depicting Jung stood on the highest shelf.
On the fireplace, adorned with a medium-sized mirror, were a brushed bronze alarm clock and two brown porcelain vases. The furniture of this dark and secluded room was completed by a large Voltaire armchair upholstered in natural leather, a massive writing desk, and four high-backed low chairs of black oak, upholstered in brown cloth with long silk fringe of the same color.
The whole office is immersed in twilight; long black shadows rise from dark corners to the ceiling; it seems that someone is hiding there and looking at a bright spot above a large table. Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed with her feet into a large leather chair and, pressing her chin to her knees, carefully studied the situation, trying neither breathe nor move.
Dr. Stan who entered the office had not yet noticed her, and therefore she had a chance to examine him better: the man looked to be no more than 35, styled short dark hair and dark eyes were intensely looking for something among the shelves with books. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sebastian was aware of her presence as well as she was of his, the moment he entered the office. Everyone had their sins.
Smirking, Y/N turned away from the doctor and stared at the magazine, continuing to watch the motionless man from under her eyelashes.
“I always wanted to know if this work with nymphomaniacs too?” Sebastian asked in a low voice, suddenly being in front of the girl, leaning towards her. The tone was partly friendly and trusting, partly tempting. In general, the usual tone of a man interested in a woman. The only difference was that you came here to fight addiction, not surrender to it.
Y/N made an effort to pull herself out of her thoughts and understand what Dr. Stan was talking about.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Sebastian nodded at the magazine in girl's hands, open on an unexpectedly revealing lingerie advertisement. All this time, immersed in her thoughts, she looked at the page, not realizing what was depicted there. And so now, having glanced over the page, she thought that she would not actually mind at all being in the place of the young model, who was tilted to the table, whose legs were spread to the side. The man in his thirties who was holding the model by her neck in place was strangely reminding her psychologist. Male model’s crouch was tightly pressed into female model’s back. The poses were a bit odd so it was probably heavily edited with Photoshop. The meaning of Sebastian's question still eluded her.
“Sir, I still don't really understand what you're talking about.” The girl mumbled noticing how man’s posture changed at the word Sir. Interesting reaction.
“You've been staring at this advertisement for almost five minutes. This indicates a certain interest. Name’s Sebastian” Sebastian smirked fully aware of his sudden non-professional interest in this girl. “Why do you think you are here?” He asked the girl finally sitting in front of her.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Well, my friend considers me to be a pervert, because I am interested in…” She looked straight into man’s storming blue eyes liking her lips “older man. Daddy issues, you know. What even kind of disease is that? ”
Sebastian chuckled, clearly understanding that if her friend knew about his desires and interests she would sue him not gave her friend for him to cure.
“I think you're right, there is no such disease, and it's quite normal, unless you like old man with bald heads.” His response took her by surprise; apparently she was waiting for a completely different turn of events.
“Would you like some tea?” He asked watching her face closely. She definitely didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want for her to leave either.
She bit her lip derisively, stood up and put her elbows on the armrests of his chair, bending closer to the man, trapping him in her presence.
The man was clenching and unclenching his fists, and the jaws on his cheekbones were trembling, and she almost laughed in his face at how comical and stupid he looked trying to conceal his desire. Suddenly he roughly squeezed her hands, pulled her closer to him so that their noses almost touched. Y/N exhaled raggedly and ran her eyes over Sebastian’s face.
“Listen, if you were not my patient and we were not restricted by ethic I would fuck you right here on the table.” He whispered through gritted teeth.
She freed one of her hands, raised it to her face and playfully bit the tip of her finger, watching with pleasure how his beautiful face was distorted with poorly controlled lust. “How is that a problem? Sir, I am no teenager anymore and I would definitely jump your bones with pleasure.”
Furrowing his eyebrows and staring at young girl incomprehensibly, Sebastian exhaled in confusion, abruptly moved away and dug his fingers into the dark strands, pulling them away from the roots. She raised her fist to her mouth and chuckled softly at his sight, wanting to prolong this moment when such man really looks absent-minded. The only thing she didn’t take into account was the complete silence which let Sebastian hear her laughter clearly. She has already sat on the table resting her hands on it.
“So you are not worried at all?” he asks briefly turning around to face Y/N, loosening his tie, and then taking it off completely. It was much easier to control and cure others than to get hold of his own demons and emotions. With each word she said to him he could feel how impulses run through the whole body, anger that started to peak its head due to her outright impudence finally turned into complete lust and he found himself wanting to fuck this girl in the dirtiest positions.
“I just give in to this game unlike you” she seductively smiles at him, but all her bravado and playfulness disappear instantly the moment she felt a hot hand closing on her neck, and a man's knee pushing her legs apart and a heavy body literally leaning on her now. Looking up, she sees how wildly Sebastian was looking at her and she quickly came to one right conclusion that it would be better for her to keep quiet now.
Swallowing thick saliva hard, she felt his free hand squeezing her waist, pulling her closer and the only thing she could feel is how her legs are trembling in excitement.
“What a fucking tease you are, Y/N,” Sebastian leans down to her and hisses in her face. The fingers on her neck squeeze harder and pull forward, so she automatically leans in to meet the embittered face. “Unbearable, arrogant, deliciously smelling and sexy beautiful tease.”
Normal, mentally stable person would choke on such vulgar words addressed to her and would definitely feel insulted, but Y/N was not such woman. She felt desire flared up inside her as her red underwear became godlessly wet, and she frantically tried to bring her thighs together, ignoring the fact that a man was standing between them.
She only has time to notice a predatory grin on a man’s face with a blurred gaze and before she could even squeak or process what was happening, Sebastian abruptly lowered her onto the table completely while she brought her legs together on his lower back.
“So you are indeed in my game. Did you close the door?” she hoarse with not her own voice when male fingers found their way to girl’s hips and furiously tore expensive nylon tights. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push the man a bit to see the answer to her question. He nodded unable to speak and squeezed her neck harder to shift the focus to himself.
Sebastian lifts up the hem of a light dress to the waist and quickly takes off her soaked underwear. She probably should have been ashamed of such a reaction of her body, but male fingers slide between the labia, and then burst into her body, instantly picking up a frantic pace.
“Did you really think that I would endure your arrogance in front of my nose?” His hoarse voice intoxicated and clouded her mind better than any expensive alcohol, and she rolled her eyes, enjoying it. “Rejoice, Y/N, because I have taken care of the confidentiality of our rendezvous, and I will fuck you properly so the only word would be left in that pretty head of yours. Sir.”
She could feel that she was beginning to choke on her own moans, which, due to the pressure on her throat, could not escape from her mouth, and she frantically tried to inhale at least some air into her lungs, but Sebastian, apparently, decided to ignore her need to breathe.
When his rough lips covered hers with a rough kiss, while his fingers continued forward movements from the inside, pushing the walls apart and pressing on the right points, she surrendered to his hot body. She slid her hips closer to the edge of the table and hooked her hands on the man's neck, responding to Sebastian's kiss with full passion.
Drowning in the animal lust that her psychologist gave her, she did not think about the consequences of their rash sex. Yes, she definitely wanted Sebastian it was pointless to deny, but now she was coming to the conclusion that she would prefer to have him in a more romantic setting, and not when he laid her out on the table the way he wanted himself, and his long aesthetic fingers were fucking her so well that, she was going to surrender to her Sir for a long time. She knew why she was here, but she could feel unknown prick of conscience that she was here by someone’s command.
Breaking their kiss, he moved his hand from girl’s neck to chest and squeezed it hard, pulling out a loud moan from her swollen lips. Y/N threw hr head back and completely surrendered to the sensations of fullness when Sebastian added a third finger while pressing another one on her clitoris rubbing circles. She felt the blood running through the veins, and all the nerve endings and tension that had accumulated during the whole time that she had no sex gathered in one point.
Desperately whimpering, she begged Sebastian to speed up, although it seemed that it was no longer possible to move faster, and when she felt the first weak impulse of orgasm, the feeling of the man’s fingers in her abruptly stopped, leaving a painful emptiness.
In a hurry, she opened her eyes and saw how Sebastian was taking off his pants along with boxers, taking out his cock, pumping it. Putting his member to her entrance, he ran his fingers along the labia, collecting lubricant.
“Lustful little girl, now you will carefully watch right in my eyes the whole time as I will fuck you into this table and I do not advise you to look away or roll your eyes. You will not like the punishment.” Sebastian whispered and entered her, starting to quickly knock her into the table.
Feelings of bliss went beyond her body and soul, and the sight of how a muscular body was driven deep into her, lifted Y/N somewhere higher than heaven, and his tense hand, which squeezed her neck, did not give her any doubt that the man, towering over me, finally took off the mask he was wearing outside of this room.
Biting her lip painfully and clutching the edge of the table with her nails, she inhaled and exhaled convulsively, because Sebastian was fucking her rough, forgetting about teasing all at once. She was swallowed in such unbridled pleasure, when it seemed that she was about to be torn apart by conflicting emotions, starting with a slight pain from the touch of the bodies, ending with a sweet bliss that ran through the veins like a current, with every push of the male body into her as she surrenders to his power.
With another rough push, a quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt how her body, with every movement of the member inside, went into the bliss, and the limbs trembled. She blinked rapidly as she felt the knot in her lower abdomen rip apart, and she moaned loudly, looking into Sebastian’s eyes., finally finding her bliss. He was close as his pace was quickly speeding up. For a moment she saw admiration and satisfaction flash in his eyes, but all this quickly disappeared behind a veil of lust and desire. The moment he threw his head back and growled loudly as he came, was probably one of the most beautiful signs in her life.
“Thank you, Sir” She said in mere whisper not fully knowing what exactly to say.
“Such a good girl I got here.” He smiled, gently and quite unexpectedly stroking her cheek and swollen lips. "So obedient."
With a satisfied grunt, he quickly pulled on his trousers and fastened his belt under her studying gaze, picked up his shirt from the floor and, looking at Y/N with satisfied eyes, quickly buttoned it.
“Get up off the floor, Y/N, and put yourself in order,” he said, sinking into his chair, taking his eyes off her stunned face. “We'll meet soon. I’ll make sure of that.”
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For @the-slumberparty week 3 Artistic Liberty creator event
Based off this prompt:
To have and to hold made me think of weddings, and I decided to combine it with a Mafia/Mobster version of your favorite Sebastian Stan character
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IX. Saints
Pretend You Don’t See Her! Masterlist
Pairing: Mob!Sebastian Stan x Reader
Words: 4178
Warnings: ANGST! Stressful events. Mentions of blood and betrayal. Rough Sebastian. Soft Sebastian. Stressed Sebastian. Sad Sebastian. One quick handjob. 👀
A/N: This chapter was difficult to get through but I did it and I hope you enjoy it. Only one part left. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please.
Sebastian could barely keep his hands to himself as he drove through the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, and you giggled when you had to smack his hand away every time he tried to move it up your thighs.
“Tease…” Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you as he traced random patterns on your knees.
“Eyes on the rode Mr. Stan.” You smiled when you noticed the way his expression changed almost immediately. “Oh, do you like it when I call you ‘Mr. Stan’? Does it...make you hard, Mr. Stan? You want me to call you that in front of everyone...Mr. Stan...so they know I’m yours?” Sebastian’s eyes hardened and he felt his heart almost beat out of his chest at the implications behind your words. His cock twitched in his pants and as soon as he looked over, he saw you smiling devilishly at him, eyebrow raised in question as the palm of your hand slowly slid past his arm and onto his lap.
He looked ahead once more, trying to ignore the effect your words were having on him. He truly wanted to know if you meant what you said because if you did, if you really considered yourself to be his, then he would be the happiest man in the world. Sebastian hissed when you dug your nails into his inner thighs, unintentionally making him step on the gas paddle for a moment before he slowed down.
“Fuck.” He swore and glanced at you quickly before gripping the steering wheel tightly to try and control himself.
“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind then.” You giggled when his hold on your thigh tightened, and you decided to remove your hands from him so he wouldn’t kill you when you got to his place. Sebastian glanced at you again and was about to ask you something when his phone rang. Sighing in annoyance, he let go of you and took his phone out of his breast pocket, rolling his eyes when he saw Chris’ name on the little screen.
“Don’t worry I didn’t go t-”
You looked over when Sebastian didn’t finish his sentence, sitting up when you saw him looking at the rear view mirror a few times as he swore beneath his breath.
“Fuck...n-no, I was just- we’re on our way back to my place. I didn’t...fuck I didn’t even consider that...I fucking know that now asshole.” You tried to catch his attention so he would tell you what was happening but he purposely ignored you, taking a few calming breaths as he listened to Chris’ plan.
“Ok, ok. How fast can you get there?” Sebastian finally looked at you, and you could tell he was more worried than angry when he shook his head and avoided your gaze.
“Don’t let anyone see you. You still have the key right? Fuck, ok yes I’m sorry I just- Chris. I- I’m not…” You could vaguely hear Chris’ frantic voice on the other end of the phone, ringing your fingers nervously when he continued to cut Sebastian off before he hung up.
“What’s going on?” You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers together, almost hissing in pain when Sebastian painfully tightened his hold.
“Do you trust me?”
“Sebastian please you have to tell me-” You ignored his question in an attempt to have him tell you what was happening.
“Do you trust me? Y/N...please.” His plea broke your heart and you took a deep breath through your nose before raising his hand to your lips. You kissed his knuckles and nodded at him.
“With my life.”
Sebastian wasn’t sure if he felt absolutely elated at your answer or incredibly worried. Under any other circumstances, he would have smiled and kissed you before telling you how much your words meant to him. But he needed to focus so he didn’t get you killed.
“We’re being followed and- I’m fairly certain they managed to get inside my place. Chris has a plan but I just- I don’t want to lose you but there’s no other way to deal with this so we’re going to let it play out and...fuck, I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. This was never meant to happen. I need you to trust me darling and know that whatever happens, I promise...I swear on my life I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’d die before letting anyone lay a hand on you.” Sebastian’s hold tightened around your hand and you nodded at him before looking at the side mirror to see a large black SUV tailgating you.
“What do you want me to do?”
“As soon as I stop, I’ll walk out and open the door for you. Whatever you do, don’t leave my side unless I specifically tell you to do so. Understand?” Sebastian glanced over and felt his heart break when he saw the way you were looking at him, as if he wasn’t the one putting your life in danger right now.
“No, no I don’t want to leave you. Please Seb I-”
“Darling I’m begging you. I need you to listen to me and to Chris. Alright? You can trust the two of us. Don’t listen to anyone else, just the two of us. Okay?” He shook your hand so you could respond to him, sighing in relief and annoyance when you agreed but tried to say something else.
“Y-yeah alright but-”
“No, no buts. Follow our lead and don’t second-guess either of us.” His voice was much rougher now and you knew better than to try and argue with him, realizing that even if he didn’t have things under control, he would soon. He promised.
Ten minutes later, Sebastian was pulling up in front of a large estate and as soon as he shut off the car, he was walking out and around the car, not wasting a second so he didn’t seem suspicious. You stand up and grab his hand, trying your hardest to not look at the headlights growing closer to the gate. Sebastian nodded at his men and you gulped as you made your way through the iron gate. Why didn’t he just drive through?
He kept his arm around your waist and surveyed his surroundings before pushing you up the stairs. Sebastian looked down at his watch before attempting to put you at ease with a smile. You wrapped your arms around yourself and waited for him to unlock the front door of his mansion before following through. You were about to walk to the stairs but Sebastian grabbed your waist and pushed you towards one of the rooms on the side. He took a deep breath, clenching his jaw when he realized the two of you were not alone. He was about to ask you if you needed anything to drink when he noticed the man sitting on his desk.
“Welcome home lovebirds!” You turned around immediately and saw Felix stand from the desk. You tried to see if there was any way out but saw four men blocking the door you and Sebastian just came through.
“I don’t remember sending an invite Felix,” Sebastian moved to the side, pretending to accidentally bump into you so you could stand away from the pack of wolves invading his space. You watched as he calmly poured himself some Whiskey, not looking once at you as he nodded towards the large flash of alcohol. “Help yourself.” He glanced quickly at you before taking a step towards the window and looking outside.
“Oh believe me, I will. The sample was just...not enough if you catch my drift. It looks so sweet too, but I’m sure it burns a little.” Sebastian clenched his fist tightly at the implications behind his words, trying his hardest not to do anything for your sake. Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked around the couch, placing himself between you and Felix.
“Why don’t we cut this little game short Felix? Hmm...come on, you and I both know there’s no way out for me this time. Go ahead, ask me what you’ve been dying to ever since you found out about my dinners with Tanaka. Better yet, I’ll tell you what I know and then we can see if the story the Yakuza told me matches yours or not. They told me that they’re trying to cut you out of whatever fukcing deal the two of you and the Italians have been working on because, and I quote, “I’m less of an asshole than you.” Now, I know that’s a lie because from the looks of it, those three over there aren’t yours. As a matter of fact, they’re probably your future partners’ men ensuring your end of the bargain is met, that of course being my head on a platter. Am I getting warmer?” You watched as Sebastian downed the rest of his drink and couldn’t help but notice the way Felix tried to push down his aggravation. You realized Sebastian wasn’t meant to know any of that and you marveled at how far he was willing to go to try and be in control.
“My god, I told them not to underestimate you. I gotta give to you Sebastian, you sure know how to make everyone think you’re a moron.” Felix smiled dangerously before taking his gun out and pointing it straight at Sebastian’s head.
“NO!” You couldn’t control yourself, clamping your hands down on your mouth when Felix narrowed his eyes at you before moving past Sebastian.
“And you, my little saint. I can’t tell if I want to thank you or fucking rip you to pieces.” He walked around you and made sure Sebastian was looking before wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing it. “Boy am I going to have fun with you.” He licked your neck and you tried to turn away from him but he didn’t let you. Looking at Sebastian, you saw his eyes twitch with something feral before he spoke again.
“You don’t want to do that Felix.” Sebastian warned slowly, keeping his hands in his pockets to prevent himself from taking out his guns and shooting everyone.
“Oh really, because from the looks of it, you’re outnumbered. So, I think I’ll do whatever the fuck I want Seb.” Felix leaned down and was about to whisper something in your ears when the bookcase behind Sebastian suddenly opened.
You were pushed to the side immediately, and you watched as Felix and his men aimed their guns at Sebastian and Chris.
“Oh it’s my lucky night isn’t it? I get to take down the Wolf of Hell’s Kitchen, and his bitches.” Felix kept his gun aimed at Sebastian and you didn’t dare to move, watching as Sebastian remained motionless and looked at Felix with a raised eyebrow.
“He’s right Seb,” Chris broke the awkward silence and you didn’t know what he was referring to until he moved to stand in front of Sebastian, and pushed his gun at the center of his forehead before he spoke again. “You are outnumbered.” Your heart ceased to beat when you realized that Chris was probably in on it the entire time.
If Sebastian was surprised at the turn of events, he didn’t show it, opting to nod in silence and sadness because the last thing he expected was for his long-life friend, whom he considered as a brother, to turn against him.
“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Felix walked and stood to the side, watching as Chris cocked back the gun and pushed it harder into his friend’s skull. Chris finally looked at Felix and laughed, “Who the fuck do you think was feeding Aaron all that information?” You silently cried when you heard Chris’ betrayal, watching as Sebastian turned to you and smiled before shutting his eyes and accepting his fate.
“Why are you doing this?” Felix asked and you cringed when Chris laughed in Sebasitan’s face. “Because I’m tired of pretending like he isn’t the biggest asshole in this city. And because I can help you with your deal...once I’m in charge at least.”
“Nothing is free Chris. What do you want?” Felix growled out, and turned to Sebastian when Chris finally answered.
“Her.” Chris nodded towards you and took away his gun as soon as Felix agreed.
“Done.”
Felix stepped back as Chris made his way around the room and stood in front of you, roughly grabbing you by your arm before violently pushing you through the hidden door.
“You’ll remember this agreement then?” Felix asked Chris and you cried when the man you thought you could trust nodded and told you to shut up.
“Seb no please-” You tried to call out for him but Chris kept on pushing you through the dimly lit hallway. You were snapped out of your haze when you came to the end of the tunnel, about to scream and kick at Chris when he quickly shut the door behind him.
“Are you okay?” Chris barely managed to breathe out before you slapped him across the face. He stretched his jaw and hissed out in pain, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes at you.
“Fuck, alright I didn’t realize it would hurt this much but...I deserve that.” He pushed the gun back in his holster before moving across the room to the computer.
“How could you? He- he’s your friend. I..oh god I trusted you. Please I-”
“Shut up.” Chris cut you off and you narrowed your eyes at him before moving across the room.
“Excuse me? Don’t tell me to-”
“Y/N please I know how this looks but I need you to shush so I don’t hurt Seb by accident.” Chris held your gaze and you tilted your head to the side before walking around the desk, eyes widening in surprise when you saw clear footage of the room you were just in.
“You...this is- you mean…”
“I’ll explain everything in a minute but please, I can’t lose him.” Chris pleaded with you before returning to the laptop and taking out his phone. You couldn’t look away from the screen, silently praying that nothing would happen to Sebastian.
“Is everyone in position?”Chris asked and you could vaguely hear a couple of responses ringing through the speaker.
“Whatever you do, don’t hit Felix. Understand?” Chris warned and you frowned when his words finally registered in your mind.
“What? No wait that’s not-”
“Fucking hell I- Y/N, listen to me. I need you to trust me right now, please. This is what Sebastian wants. I promise you nothing will happen to him.” Chris took your hand in his and squeezed it, attempting to put you at ease before focusing on the screen again.
“When your men are ready Tony…”
You weren’t sure how long you held your breath for but one minute, everything was silent, and the next thing you know, the four men standing around Felix and Sebastian were falling to the floor. You sobbed in relief and felt your chest tighten when Chris took you in his arms. He looked back at the screen and smiled when he saw that Sebastian already had the upper hand on Felix.
“Cut the feed Chris.” You heard Sebastian loud and clear through the mic and turned to Chris to ask him why you couldn’t go back to him.
“I’m sorry Y/N...for all of this. I’m going to be honest with you, you won’t like it if you see Sebastian when he...it’s not a pretty sight. And he doesn’t want you to know what he’s capable of. All I could tell you is, he’s safe now and so are you. Can you wait here for a few minutes? Please.” You could tell Chris was trying to protect you from really understanding what they do in their line of work and a part of you was glad that even after all of this time, neither men lost their humanity and made sure someone like you wasn’t exposed to more, unnecessary violence.
“O-okay...and I’m sorry that I slapped you.” Chris wiped away your tears before smiling down at you. “That’s alright sweetheart. Now, I’ll only be gone for a few minutes. But keep this with you anyway.” He took out one of his guns, quickly showing you the safety and telling you what to do should anyone somehow walk in.
You took his seat and shut your eyes to try and calm yourself, cursing at the room when you couldn’t remain seated anymore. The events of the last hour were giving you whiplash and you weren’t sure if you would be able to calm down if you didn’t see Sebastian. Looking to the door, you grabbed the gun quickly and opened the way to the tunnel, whispering your apologies to Chris and hoping he wouldn’t be angry with you. As you ran through the tunnel, you tried to prepare yourself for the worst. From the sounds of it, Sebastian was capable of doing a lot and a part of you knew that already, but like Chris said, it was probably different if you ever witnessed any of it.
When you did finally reach the end of the tunnel, you took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping into the light and taking in the state of the room. The windows were shattered from what you assumed were Tony’s men and you slowly stepped around the desk, almost dropping the gun and gasping when you saw the scene in front of you.
Sebastian’s front shirt was soaked with blood and it took you a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t his blood but Felix’s. When you looked past him and saw Felix fighting to breathe, you whispered a quick ‘oh my god,’ and dropped the gun. Sebastian snapped out of his haze and immediately stood up, wiping sweat away from his lips and fixing his hair, not that any of it mattered when he looked like he was working in a fucking slaughterhouse.
“D-darling, I-” His voice broke and you gulped nervously when you noticed the knife in his hand leaking blood on the carpet. Sebastian took a step towards you and felt his world shatter around him when you took a step back away from him. You could tell the exact moment he began to spiral down in his thoughts because he looked back to Felix before leaning down and taking the gun you dropped, not caring that you were in the same room as he aimed it in between Felix’s eyes and shot him once.
Not a second later, you heard Chris coming through, immediately halting in his steps when he took in Sebastian’s state. He turned to you and clenched his jaw tightly, realizing his mistake might have cost his friend the most important thing in his life.
Taking a deep breath, you surprised the two men as you stepped forward and took the gun from Sebastian’s hand, setting it down on the table before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room. Chris said nothing as he watched you lead Sebastian out of the office, quickly checking that everyone was, in fact, dead, before he followed you out. He looked up just in time to see you ascending the stairs with Sebastian behind you, and he marveled when he saw you take Sebastian’s other hand into yours to try and catch his attention.
Chris could only smile as he took out his phone and called for Tony so he could help him figure out a way out of this mess.
Back upstairs, Sebastian was trying his hardest not to let go of your hand and run away from you. He couldn’t say anything, his mind replaying the moment you stepped away from him when he tried to assure you that he meant you no harm. He was almost robotic in his movements, letting you lead him through his home and hoping his willingness would make you less fearful of him.
You weren’t sure where his room would be but it occurred to you that it didn’t really matter. You needed to get him out of these dirty clothes and make sure that he was okay. You hated how passive he was with you but you had a feeling it was his way of trying to put you at ease. You wished you could break the silence and tell him why you actually moved away from him downstairs but you had a feeling this wasn’t the right time for this kind of talk. When you came upon a door that wasn’t a bathroom or an office, you pushed through and shut it when he walked behind you. Turning on the lights, you left him at the door as you moved towards one of the other doors, sighing in relief when you opened it and found a large bathroom.
You tiptoed back to Sebastian and took his hand again, pulling him towards the large glass doors before turning on the hot and cold shower knobs until the temperature was lukewarm. Turning around, you noticed that he was still refusing to move or even look at you so you wiped your hands together and ignored the red seeping under your nails. Very slowly, you stepped towards him and began unbuttoning his shirt. You could see his chest rising and falling under your touch and hoped you weren’t pushing him. Taking off the jacket and the gun holster, you turned around and pulled the shirt out of his pants, making quick work of his cuffs before throwing the drenched article of clothing away from him.
With each layer you took off, Sebastian felt his walls tumbling down and he found it more difficult to break the silence when he felt you kneel at his feet to help him out of his shoes and socks. He bit his cheek when you moved to his belt and took it out of the loops, letting it fall to the ground before unzipping his pants and pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers. Taking a deep breath, Sebastian finally dared to look up and meet your eyes, and he couldn’t help the shaky breath that escaped his lips when he saw the way you were already staring at him.
You smiled up at him before quickly taking your clothes off, and Sebastian couldn’t help but notice the way you were being less careful with yourself than with him. He was naked in front of you, both physically and metaphorically, and he wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve someone like you being so patient with him.
He looked to the floor once more when more of your skin became available to him, gulping loudly when you stepped out of your clothes and took his hand in yours before moving to the shower. The room was already humid and foggy from the vapor twirling across the walls and he felt his muscles relax as soon as you pushed him beneath the water. Neither of you said anything as you massaged his chest and his arms and his hands until there was no longer any red staining his smooth skin.
He shut his eyes and let you wash him from head to toe, finally allowing himself to step closer to you and wrap his arm around your waist when he felt your small hand take hold of his cock and work him through until he came with a soft moan in your neck. You laid kisses across his neck and chest as you continued to rub and twist the head of his cock. When you felt his knees buckle, you let go of him and let the water run down his muscles before shutting it off and taking the towels hanging on the glass door. You wrapped one around you quickly before turning around and twisting one around Sebastian’s hips, pulling him out of the shower and back into the large room.
You left him standing in front of the bed as you made sure the door was locked. Dimming the lights of the room, you made your way back to Sebastian and stood in front of him, immediately dropping your towel and pulling on his dampened one until it fell to his feet. You could tell that Sebastian was holding back from the way his jaws clenched and his eyes shut tightly. This might have been more difficult that you anticipated.
Not caring for how sudden your motions might be, you roughly pushed on his shoulders until he fell back on the bed, his eyebrows furrowing at your actions only to raise in surprise when you moved to straddle him. His hands unintentionally moved straight to your hips and Sebastian watched as you leaned down over him, his cock twitching when he felt your nipples caress his skin right before you kissed him.
“Make love to me Seb.”
Pretend You Don’t See Her (Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader ||| Mobster AU)
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Mobster!Sebastian vibes
Low key want to make a fic but idk
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A day out with Mob!Bucky in Paris 💐
moodboard masterlist
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Lost In The Shadows: Part Ten
A/N: I'm gonna try and be more frequent, start giving me Ideas for what type of series you want to see next, i’m curious and finished writing this one so lets see if I can start getting parts out more frequently, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount: 1,390
Warnings: angst, and hospital stuff, if I forgot anything let me know please!
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Natasha took a taxi to the hospital as soon as her shift at inferno ended, she found out by a call from Andy, who she found in the waiting room on the floor Y/n was on. “What the hell happened?” She asked with concern as she stormed up to him.
It almost irritated Natasha how put together he was, in this worrying moment. “It was a bomb. That’s all we know so far.”
“And where is James?” All she had was questions, and Natasha didn’t want to consider how hurt Y/n was at the moment.
“He was in the car with her.” Andy looked down, concerned for both of them, with what Y/n had been going on about since coming back from Malibu he’d begun liking Bucky for her, seeing how happy he made her now.
“Are they okay?” Natasha asked with a weak strangled voice.
“I don’t know.” Andy sighed.
When Y/n’s eyes opened she could barely keep them that way because of the bright fluorescents, she groaned out of discomfort due to everything hurting. “Thank God!” Natasha hugged her aching body.
“Get off of me.” Y/n says. “Please.”
“I’m sorry if I thought you were dead.” Natasha rolled her eyes with a smirk.
Y/n sighed, shaking her head, then her eyes widened. “Where’s Bucky?”
“He’s in the room next door.” She explained shortly.
Y/n felt relieved that he was at least at the hospital as well. “Is he okay?” She leaned up causing her to groan slightly.
“Are you okay?” Y/n gave Natasha a look after she asked, clearly more interested in if her husband was alright. “He’s fine. Now what about you?”
“I’m fine, clearly, I’m awake at least. Is he awake?” She asked with wide eyes looking at the red head.
Natasha frowned at Y/n’s lack of concern for herself, and that this was the answer was possibly gonna upset Y/n. “Not yet, but he is stable, from his surgery considering what happened.”
Y/n’s concern now shot through the roof. “What happened? I need to see him now, if something is wrong.” She began to try and force herself up out of the bed, trying to take the heart monitor thing off, and getting ready to try and do the same thing with the IV.
“Y/n, that's not a great idea.” Natasha pushed her lightly so she laid against the pillow again, Y/n arched a brow at that. “You’ve been in bed for a week, unmoving, your legs are probably going to be weak, don’t rush anything.”
Y/n looked at Natasha with annoyance. “Nat, I’m fine, I want to see him, what’s wrong, what happened?” Nat stays silent, as Y/n in her head slowly pieces together what is going on. “Why don’t you want me to see him?” She squints.
“I want you to heal, I never said I didn’t want you to see him.” Natasha could see Y/n’s anger growing, and even though Natasha could be considered one of her closest friends she, like everyone else in New York, didn’t want to be the one on the receiving end of it.
Y/n nodded. “Sure. I’m asking this one more time Nat, as a fair warning, why don’t you want me to go see my husband?”
Natasha only had one answer for this. “Because it might give you a stress ulcer if you do. Or you’ll work yourself till you do, because that's what you do for comfort.” Natasha rushed all of this out, along with the bit of rambling. Y/n began getting up again, she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. She stood and began, well barely walking, she was mad that one of Natasha’s excuses were real, her legs were feeling numb. “Do you want me to get you a wheelchair?”
“I’m gonna walk in that room, no one will be taking me in there.” Y/n said with her normal defiance, making Natasha roll her eyes. “So will you help me walk to the door?” She whined. Natasha smiled, moving to help her walk to Bucky’s room door.
Y/n was still being supported while walking by Natasha as they walked into the room. Steve along with Bucky’s family sat in the room, Y/n quickly acted as if she hadn’t been using her friend as a crutch a moment ago. “What happened? Is he okay?” She asked them since Natasha seemed to be answer less.
“Y/n, calm down, he’s stable.” Steve said, as he came up to her.
“I already know that, I know he’s stable and fine, but what else happened that everyone seems to be trying to cover up for me, I just want to make sure he is okay!” Y/n snapped at everyone in that moment, she didn’t want to hear what she already knew.
“Y/n.” Her eyes shift to Winifred, Y/n’s look softening slightly. “I want to talk to Y/n alone.” She tells everyone else, soon they all shuffle out of the room.
“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked softly, moving slowly towards a chair in hopes that her legs wouldn’t give out in the few steps.
“I understand you don’t want to have this sugar coated, but it’s gonna be a lot to take in.” Winnifred gently warned, all of this was freaking her out even more, from where she currently sat, Bucky looked fine, other than his usual stubble growing out a bit more, he still looked the same. “Do you remember what happened?” Y/n shook her head, all she remembered was the argument. “Someone put a bomb in the trunk of the car, it went off, and it destroyed the car. Luckily you and James were alright, but a part of the scrap metal sliced mostly through his arm, so doctors had to make a choice.”
Y/n sat there only thinking of what Bucky was gonna do when he woke up, the car he’d put so much work into was now scrap metal, and said the car also was the reason his arm was amputated. “Is there anything else?”
Winnifred shook her head. “We’ll find out when he wakes up.”
Y/n had been released from the hospital two days after waking up, all she wanted to do was stay there with Bucky. Andy had been taking care of business while she’s been gone, and continued to do so, for the past two weeks, while she waited with concern, everyone who knew her personally saw this very uncharacteristic thing for her to be doing. The door to Bucky’s room opened behind where she was sitting, she turned around to see who was coming in, and it was Andy. “Hmm?” She hummed as if to ask why he was there.
“We, Natasha, George and a few others, think it’s best if for a little bit you and James go…somewhere, after he wakes up, I was waiting for him to wake up to tell you, but I think it’s best if you head to the airport after he is released.” He explained all of this to Y/n.
“Why should we leave? There isn’t a reason to.” She shook her head at him.
Andy sighed. “Because, you know, whoever put that bomb in the car wasn’t trying to kill James, and you know that, they were actually after you, that would make this the first attack on the head of a family in almost what fourty years. If someone is after you, you need to get out of the states for a bit, you know I’ll call you when I think things are better.”
“I didn’t agree to it.” Y/n stopped him.
“Y/n, you have to see where we are coming from, we what you two safe for a bit, I know you can handle a shoot out and other things but this isn’t like what you have seen already, let me handle it from here, I’ll keep you updated, I’ll send you anything you’ll need to know and if it affects the business, for now do what I’m telling you.” Andy made sure to show her that he was serious himself.
“We’ll talk more about this another time.” She told him, Andy nodded before he left the room.
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I Say No
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4.2K
Summary: You're forced to learn a valuable lesson, one that will prove your love and allow you to take your right place at Bucky's side
Warnings: 18+ MDI. Contains smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), pet names (reader is known as Peach), a clear power dynamic, murder, death, mentions of violence and drugs, graphic depictions of blood.
This is quite dark so please don't read if you find any of the above triggering.
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Two years; that’s how long you’d been working for Bucky Barnes, and so far you’d managed to avoid killing anyone. You hadn’t meant to fall in with the ruthlessly dangerous mobster, you were simply looking for a bartending job so that you could make your rent payments and work out what you wanted to do with your life.
Bucky had been sweet on you from the moment you walked through the door, he fell for you instantly and offered you a job. Your job had started out completely above board, but you weren’t stupid you knew there were dodgy dealings moving through the club at all hours of the day.
You fully intended to remain on the outskirts of it all, but then your roommate moved out and your rent doubled. You were desperate, on the verge of being kicked out and Bucky was there like a knight in shining armour and helped you step down into the darker sides of his business.
You continued to bartend, but you were given a new position at his more elite clubs down near the docks and from then on assisted Sam with overseeing late night shipments.
Bucky played the long game with you, he let you choose the shifts you worked and then made a conscious effort to organise his business meetings during those times.
You’d gotten so used to seeing him everyday that you found yourself missing him when he wasn’t around. You spent every spare moment you had in his office, always waiting for the moment he told you to go back to work. He never did, he couldn��t say no to you.
He let you do as you pleased, he watched with cautious eyes as your curiosity about his work, his life, and him grew with each day you spent by his side.
And every day he allowed you to see more and more. You met the men he did his business with, you joined the meetings. You watched as he and his best men brutally persuaded people into sharing their darkest secrets. He asked you to coordinate the drug runs and shipments.
And when none of those things scared you away, he gave you your own protection detail. Steve remained by your side on the days that Bucky wasn’t able to watch over you.
He did everything he could in the hopes that when you were ready you’d be his queen. He gave you everything and in return you did too; your mind, your body, your heart, it all belonged to him.
Despite moving up the ranks, you enjoyed working behind the bar. It kept your feet planted somewhat on the ground as you fell hard and fast for Brooklyn’s most viscous, feared man.
Bucky was more than happy to provide you your freedom, but at his core he was a very jealous man. He hated the way the regulars sized you up from the other side of the bar as you offered them that innocent little smile of yours. He knew you meant no harm, but he thought it was best to stamp out any ideas of other men before you got too comfortable. He’d been burned by that in the past.
A soft knock at your bedroom door pulled you from the depths of your mind as you wandered out of the shower.
Steve poked his head through the door, averting his gaze from your towel covered body. “Sorry, I'll give you a minute.” He muttered, pulling his head from the gap.
Once you’d dressed, you opened the door and allowed Steve to enter the room. “What’s up?”
“Boss needs you down in the Cellar,” he muttered, unable to meet your curious eyes. “And he said dress nicely.” Steve stuttered over the last few words, his cheeks dusted rosy pink.
Your stomach dropped, but you managed to keep the fear that sunk into your bones hidden from your face. “I’ll be ready in 20.” You nodded and Steve closed the door without another word exchanged.
The Cellar was Bucky’s own personal deathrow; it was infamous throughout Brooklynn. Being summoned down there couldn’t mean anything good, you could only pray that Bucky wasn’t planning on having you killed tonight.
When you thought back through the last week, you couldn’t recall upsetting Bucky at any point. In fact, this morning he’d looked particularly chipper as he left you wrapped up in his sheets, the effects of the night before still lingering in your tired muscles.
Maybe you weren’t attending your own funeral, but you weren’t going to a party that was certain.
You travelled in total silence with Steve, the whole way over, carefully peering up at him with wanton curiosity willing him to give something away without you needing to ask. Your lips remained tightly sealed, you couldn’t ask him.
He’d never tell you what was going on, even if he knew. He was too loyal to Bucky, as were you.
You’d heard the rumours surrounding the Cellar, but it was way worse than you’d imagined. Think of the worst prison conditions you possibly could, then times it by a trillion and you’re still nowhere near.
It was a solid grey, tin unit that sat hidden amongst the trees just outside of Bucky’s borders. The grey clouds threatened to open up and release its heavy hearted tension all over Bucky’s land, seemed to mimic the tortured sadness of the hallway you followed Steve down.
The stench of blood, shit and piss stung the insides of your nostrils, it forced a lump into your throat, your dinner daring to make another appearance on the concrete floor.
You ignored the loud groans, the scared pleads, the ugly prayers that followed behind you like a swan song.
Steve pressed a few buttons and gut wrenching buzz tore through the thick air. You followed him into the room, your eyes found Bucky’s broad form immediately as he muttered quietly to Sam.
Your presence was noticed by both men immediately, Sam nodded to you, a vacant expression on his face as he passed by you. Bucky turned to you, dressed in his signature all suit and smiled at you as though you’d hung the moon, there was a subtle hint of crazy burning in the depths of his pupils.
“Hi my little Peach.” He sent a toothy grin in your direction as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his warm body.
Your stiff muscles relaxed under his touch, you lent into the warmth of his body and nestled your head into his chest. You muttered a quiet hello into the fabric of his white shirt as his hand stroked the back of your head.
A pained groan erupted from behind Bucky and he smiled, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Ahh looks like our little friend has finally woken up.”
You poked your head around Bucky’s body, eyes settling on the body of a young man tied up on the floor, groaning softly against the black fabric that encased his head.
“James.” You muttered, your eyes locking onto his grinning face. “What’s going on?”
“We’re having a celebration tonight, Peach but first a little initiation task.” He hissed, the madened look on his face grew darker with every second.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’ve been working for me for two years now and I’m so grateful for all your hard work.” He mused, his hands encased yours, holding them tightly against his chest. “You’ve definitely softed this old frost giant’s heart, but I need to make sure you’re all in, Peach.”
Bucky dropped your hands suddenly and circled your body like a vulture. His head dipped into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, “I just need to make sure you’re all in, one little task to complete and you’ll be trusted completely. You can become my Queen.”
His hand found the small of your back and pushed you forwards, directly under the only light in the room. The white light was blinding, it flooded your vision and blurred out everything in the room. The only thing you could feel was Bucky’s presence looming behind you.
“Sam.” Bucky barked gently, his hands wrapped firmly around your forearms. You merely saw the shape of Sam’s body removing the black hood from the man on the ground as your eyes adjusted.
Both you and the prisoner gasped as your eyes met. It was Peter Parker.
A regular at the club and a loyal customer to Bucky’s empire; you’d become well acquainted with one another in the recent months. He often sat at the bar and kept you company whilst you served the less pleasant regulars that inhabited the bar.
He wasn’t a bad person, just a kid who got mixed up in some bad men’s business at much too young an age.
“Wh-wha-what’s going on Mr. B-b-barnes.” Peter stuttered out through his chattering team, his curly brown hair matted against his forehead.
Bucky ignored Peter’s question, his lips connecting to your neck. He peppered light kisses along your skin until his lips ghosted the shell of your ear. “Now Peach, you know Peter quite well don’t ya?”
You nodded, a shiver ran down your spine, your body vibrated with quiet anxiety. “Been spending a fair amount of time talkin’ late into the night, from what I hear.”
Peter’s desperate eyes flickered around the room, landing on each of the four faces that towered over him. Your eyes were the only set of eight that showed any signs of care, regret, sadness.
“He’s just been keeping me company, keeping the worst of the clientele at bay while I work.” You couldn’t hide the panic in your voice. You’d put the pieces together, you knew what was being asked of you.
His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you flush against his body, the cool metal of his silver rings burned your skin. “You have Steve for that, you don’t need low lifes addicted to Oxy to keep you company.” He seethed, little beads of spit flew from his mouth, landed in the curve of your neck.
He pushed your body away from him and you stumbled forwards, forcing your eyeline down to Peter. “I’m so sorry.” You cried, soft tears slipped from your regretful eyes.
You heard the safety click, felt the cool metal against the back of your neck and released a shaky breath as you straightened your spine. You turned slowly, eyes meeting the barrel of his gun.
A sadistic laugh rippled from Bucky's bulky chest and he turned the gun, offering you the handle. “Kill him.” He ordered, the light in his eyes died as the order rolled off his tongue easily.
“I can’t.” You replied instinctively. Bucky pushed the gun into your palm, stepping forwards until your space was consumed by him.
“Kill him.” He repeated, slower this time, forcing the words into your ears with harsher annunciation. “It’s an order.”
Tentatively, your fingers wrapped around the handle. Your feet remained firmly in their position, you stared up at Bucky gormlessly and waited for the other shoe in this cruel joke to drop.
Your eyes left him, flitting from Sam and then to Steve but neither of them dared to look at you, they stared straight over your head. They were here for one reason and one alone, to guard the only entrance and exit to the room.
The room felt small, their presence clogged up the room. The act of killing your first mostly innocent person felt like far too intimate an action for them to be a part of. But that wasn’t your choice to make and if you were being honest this wasn’t the first time they’d been privy to your intimate moments with Bucky.
“No.” You spoke more firmly as the gun shook in your trembling hands.
Bucky pulled a second gun from his belt and he held it to your forehead for a beat, allowing the anticipation build. He was nothing, if not theatrical when it came to intimidation tactics.
You knew he’d never be the one to pull the trigger on you, you knew that deep down. He wouldn’t break his own heart so wretchedly, no he’d leave that up to Steve.
He shifted the gun down along the side of your face, grazing your cheek roughly, residue from the barrel streaked down your cheek. “You wanted to be a part of this life, well this is the cost, Peach.” He tilted the gun under your chin forcing your head and eyes upwards, “now do as you're told and kill the junkie.”
Fresh tears glistened in your eyes as you glared up at the monster you were madly in love with. You’d never been on the receiving end of his savage behaviour, it was a hard shock to your nervous system; like having ice cold water thrown on you while you were sleeping.
“Okay.” You whispered as a lone tear trickled down your cheek. With a heavy sigh, you turned away from him and his henchmen. You held the gun out in front of you, aiming at Peter’s head. Time slowed to a stop, your arms wavered under the weight of the hand gun.
Nothing could prepare you for the moment you’re staring down the barrel of a gun. The fear is paralysing, it can turn even the most dangerous of men and women into blubbering, begging messes.
Peter had become that very mess before you, tears streamed down his red puffy face. His eyelashes stuck to his wet cheeks as he begged for mercy. Your name rolled off his tongue desperately like a chant you were certain would haunt your dreams for the rest of your life.
No one ever speaks about the first time you have to take a life, not amongst the mafia at least. You just get used to it. That’s the only advice you’d ever received from the more experienced men.
But you understood it now, you knew why no one said more than that, because the stunning realisation that you held someone’s life in your very shaky hands brough pure clarity.
The mix of power, guilt, fear tumbled through your body like a tsunami. You got it, that overwhelming feeling was completely indescribable.
Your chest rose and fell at an alarmingly fast rate, your body vibrated with adrenaline. Your finger danced over the trigger, teasing the gun and Peter with a few almost moments.
“Peach.” Bucky dragged out the one word syllable from behind you. The dark tone acted as an alarm bell, a serious warning. You were taking too long and he was growing impatient.
It was now or never.
You pulled your finger back against the trigger and the bullet shot from the gun. It flew through the air at lightning speed, piercing Peter’s forehead, it lodged itself in his brain and the life left his body. Blood splattered from the wound and covered your hands and cheeks, a harsh reminder of how close you stood to the man you’d killed.
A pained cry rippled through your chest, releasing the pain you felt for the limp body sprawled beneath your feet. The weight of the gun became too heavy and it fell to the floor with a harsh clatter.
Your body imitated the gun, falling slack with exhaustion and fear, but Bucky’s strong arms wrapped around you before you hit the floor. His arm snaked around your stomach and he pressed your back to his chest.
He eased you to the floor, cradling your body in his arms as you weeped over the blood you’d spilled over the rat infested floor.
“Clean this up.” He grunted to Steve and Sam. Without question or hesitation they removed the body from the room, leaving you alone with Bucky.
“Shh, shh, shhh.” He muttered softly into your hairline. “First one’s always the worst, I promise it’ll get easier.” He whispered, placing gentle kisses to your head. “I’m so proud of you, my little Peach.”
He rocked your body back and forth, softly muttering sweet nothings into your ear as your mind slipped in and out of the room. His words provided a twisted sense of comfort, speaking words of love as your brain gave in to him.
The only words that prevailed in your mind as you slipped out of consciousness were his, you did Peach.
He was right, you had done it. You’d committed yourself to Bucky, in the darkest way possible.
You weren’t aware of how long you were out for, but when you awoke in Bucky’s bed immersed in the pitch black night you knew it hadn’t been a five minute nap.
The moonlight tried to punch its way through the closed curtains but it was a futile fight.
The plushy, soft duvet was pulled up to your chin, coating your bodies with a thick layer of comfort. Bucky’s metal fingertips traced soft patterns into your curled up thighs.
He hardly noticed the shift in your breathing or the slight twitch in your body. The signs he usually looked for to know whether you were awake or not.
No, he was too busy wrapped up in the pride that swelled in his chest. His pride for you.
“Did I dream all of that?” You uttered into the empty darkness, your voice soft and small, laced with evidence of yours and Peter’s fear.
“No, it was all real, Peach.” You heard his smile as his grip tightened on your body, firm enough to keep you from bolting out of the door.
His words erupted conflict inside your body, your stomach turned sickeningly, your head spun out of control, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. And yet, under all of that you felt his pride seeping into the cracks of your fear and you liked it. That’s the thing that scared you most.
“Why Peter?”
“Seemed like it would resonate more if it was someone you were familiar with. A real test of your loyalty to me.” He pressed his lips into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of nips and licks in his wake.
Any positive feelings you had were immediately stamped out by his calculated candour. Anger pulsed through you, you never thought it was possible to hate Bucky, but he’d really proved you wrong. Despite all that anger though, your body betrayed you completely. You arched your back into him, stretching your neck and giving him more access to your exposed flesh.
“You’re despicable, James.” You gasped as his hands roamed your body with fervent want.
“You already knew that, Peach.” he muttered, taking your earlobe between his teeth and tugging. He rutted his hips into your ass, pushing his hardening length into you. “I thought you liked that about me.”
Lust clouded your mind, a desperate need for him took over inside you.
You reached back between your bodies and roughly palmed his covered length. Satisfaction bubbled in your chest as his hips chased your hand, it was empowering to know he was just as desperate for you as you were for him.
His hand ghosted over your core and a gasp left your lips. “Usually I do, just not when it’s directed at me.” You moaned breathlessly.
The anticipation boiled over for Bucky, his fingers gripped the silky fabric of your nightie and ripped it from your body. He pulled the tatters of fabric from your body and pushed your naked body down into the soft mattress.
He removed his boxers in a similar fashion, with antsy haste and crawled up behind you. He left a trail of wet kisses along your spine, his hands gripped your hips and pulled your ass into the air so that your heat was inches from his face. His eyes burned with lust as the way your back curved for him.
The rough pads of his fingers caressed your thighs, he slowly ran them through your folds, groaning as he gathered your slick and spread it over your pussy.
“Tonight, you were taught the very same lesson my father bestowed upon me when I was initiated.” He growled, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth as lapping up your juices. “Always be prepared for the deaths that will hurt the most. That’s why you had to kill Peter.”
He plunged two fingers inside you, hitting deep and filling you up all the way, in a way only he could. You whined at the sudden, shock intrusion, but ground your hips slowly against his unmoving fingers as they stretched you. “You may hate me for it now, but trust me Peach it’s the only way you’ll learn.”
He slid his fingers back out and another incoherent moan tumbled from your lips at the empty feeling you had begging between your legs.
“Please.” You choked dumbly, wiggling your hips in face. You wanted more, more of his words and his touch. You wanted everything he could give you.
“I know baby, ‘m gonna make you feel better, promise.” He rubbed teasing circled over your clit as he brought his mouth to your core and his tongue delved into your slit lightly.
His actions sent your senses into overdrive, your legs wobbled and Bucky steadied you with his other hand holding your stomach.
“You see, what I’m hoping is that this experience will harden the resilience I know you already have in you. It’ll make you the most ruthless Queen in the mob.”
You cried out willfully at his words, hating how he’d made you breathless with pleasure by barely touching you.
You couldn’t understand how someone could cause you so much pain and stir up the deepest pleasures inside of you all in one night; and quite frankly you couldn’t bring yourself to care. As long as he kept touching you.
His fingers continued to massage your sensitive pearl carefully. His knees shifted, shuffling forwards until his stiff cock lined up with you, the tip nudging against your entrance as it clenched desperately, waiting for him.
“Do you want that Peach? To be my Queen?” He asked regretfully, terrified of your answer. The hopefulness in his tone was unmissable, he couldn’t hide if he’d tried. He wanted you by his side, but it was pointless if you weren’t all in. He needed to hear you say the words.
That was all it took for him to sink his hips into yours, pushing his thick member into your tight walls, both of you moaned in unison, satisfaction filled the room.
“You feel like heaven, squeezing me so tightly.” He grunted as he pulled out and drove his hips back into you. He set a brutal pace that made your head spin delectably. You arched your back, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts, allowing him to hit even deeper inside you.
“Oh fuck.” You cried as his cock nudged your cervix. His hands roamed your body, feeling every part you know that you truly belonged to him.
“That’s it Peach, I’ve got you just enjoy how good I make you feel.” He moaned softly as a light sheen of sweat formed over his chest.
He wrapped one hand around your neck, the other fell between your shoulder blades and he raked his fingers down your back. He pulled you up from the mattress against his chest, your legs were spread either side of his knees.
“Yes.” You cried, “make me your Queen, James!”
He snaked his arm across your chest, holding you upright whilst he thrust his hips upwards at an agonisingly slower pace. The new position made you hit heights of pleasure you hadn’t imagined possible, you were so full and he was hitting that spongy spot deep inside you with every movement.
With the cold metal hand that held you up, he circled your taut nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, teasing your body. Whilst his other hand settled on your stomach and he pressed down, right where you could feel him hitting inside you with his length.
The feeling was completely overwhelming, forcing the coil inside you to wind up quickly. “James.” You screamed out as your body stiffened in his arms, your orgasm threatening to pull you under.
“That’s it Peach, tell the guards outside who’s making you feel this good.” He mumbled, applying more pressure to your tummy. His lips grazed your ear, his damp brown hair tickling the crook of your neck.
“You, James.” You chanted desperately as you placed your hand over his for support and grinded your hips into his and the coil finally snapped. You came with an almost painful moan, your walls clenching around his length as your body went limp in his grip for the second time that night.
“My little Peach.” He grunted with his final few pumps as he released his hot white seed deep inside your sensitive walls.
You both collapsed on the bed, too tired to speak, too tired to think. You allowed the exhaustion to pull you under its current once again.
“Goodnight, Peach.” Bucky muttered as he too fell into a deep sleep, hoping you’d still feel the same way tomorrow morning.
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handmaid - 37
PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader
WARNINGS: age gap
A/N: this chapter is gonna be the last one and i think i’m gonna need therapy for attachment. finished this chapter after seeing seb’s baby pictures and now i think i need double the therapy. hope you enjoy this chapter, it has been such a pleasure to write for you, it’s been my absolute honour to read all the comments and to offer you this story. thank you so so much for all your support x
A YEAR LATER
Y/N woke up in her bedroom with the sounds of birds chirping, the signs that another spring day was starting to wake up in Paris. Extending her arms, she remained under her weighted blanket for a while, watching the chandelier above their bed. It had been a wedding present from her mother’s part of the family and while both her and Sebastian thought it was a bit too much, they eventually got their contractor to install it in their bedroom in their Paris apartment. It had taken a bit of time to get used to but now she had the ritual of waking up and watching the sun create little rainbows through the clear crystal of the chandelier.
After she felt her awake status surround her whole being, she left her bed, grabbing her dressing gown and wrapping herself around it before taking to the room next to her. Slowly and carefully, she pulled on the handle of the door down, opening it. Her eyes came in contact with the peaceful grey colours of the walls slightly decorated with small little ivory coloured clouds. Coming in closer, she let her hips slightly hit the white crib where the one year old was standing, wide awake with the ear of Sebastian’s old toy bunny, Oreo, in his mouth.
- Hello my little bunny. - she smiled down at her son who, recognising his mother’s voice, immediately started to giggle, extending his arms up to be picked up by her. Y/N merely smiled, extending her own arms towards his crib to pick him and hold him against her chest. - Let’s go have breakfast. Can you say breakfast?
- Dada. - he said with a smile that showed he was proud of himself. She rolled her eyes at the word, if there was something Sebastian had done perfectly was make sure their son’s first word would be dada and while Y/N had been trying to make sure Nate spoke anything else, he only proudly said dada much to her nuisance. Y/N merely smiled as she rolled her eyes, getting him off his grey onesie and into a white shirt with little train drawings and some dark jean overalls. - Dada, dada!
- Say mumma. - she laughed, holding him close as she took to the kitchen where Amelia was starting to cook some breakfast. - Mumma.
- Dadda! - he broke out in laughter, wrapping his chubby arms around his mother’s neck. Y/N merely smiled, sitting down on her chair and pulling the high chair with her foot, popping the tray off so she could sit the baby down who was never happy whenever she strapped him to his high chair which is why Sebastian normally did it himself, but as of today he was still in New York dealing with some business transaction gone wrong. Normally Y/N would’ve travelled along with him but ever since Nate had been born, she had been paranoid someone would try and harm him.
- Morning, Mrs. Stan. - Amelia placed a plate of Y/N’s favourite breakfast, poached egg on mushrooms in front of her and a blue plate of slice bananas in front of baby Nate whose hands immediately went for the slices. - Are you sure you don’t want me to bake the cake for baby Nathaniel?
- Your holiday started yesterday, Amelia. You shouldn’t even be here.
- It’s baby Nathaniel’s birthday.
- So it isn’t due to my husband? - she raised an eyebrow at the maid. - You don’t need to worry about me, I’ll be fine.
- Mr. Stan is worried.
- Mr. Stan is always worried. - to say that Sebastian had upped security since the ill fated Mr. Williams incident was an understatement. If Y/N left the house to go to the bakery, four armed men would follow her around with one in front, one in the back and two on each side. Yet, that was nothing compared to when Nathaniel went outside. She guessed it was a regular thing, after all her small little ball of sunshine was the one who would one of day solely inherit her mother’s fortune, her father’s family and Sebastian’s too. Either way, he was excessive with protection and she should’ve guessed he wouldn’t have allowed her to be alone with their son for a long while. Before she could try and convince the hardworking full time maid to take her much deserved holiday, Nate grabbed his plastic plate, smashing his face against the banana slices making her choke in a laugh. - Alright bunny, that’s enough bananas.
- Don’t be upset at him, Mrs. Stan.
- I won’t if you take your holiday. - Y/N pushed her plate away from her, walking to her son’s high chair. Nate extended his chubby arms towards her, cooing to be removed from it which she complied to, holding him to her chest as she walked over to the living room that was filled with toys and other things belonging to Nate. He was spoiled but in this Y/N couldn’t completely blame Sebastian as she could be even as bad as him when it came to fullfilling her son’s requests.
Placing him on his baby matt, Nate turned onto his belly crawling over to her mother’s knees, looking up at her with a look that could only be described as cheeky. Y/N lowered to her knees, watching as Nathaniel crawled around happily with his toy bunny. He still didn’t say much and was still learning to how to walk, instead putting himself up on his legs, holding onto the couch before eventually collapsing to the ground. Speaking of which, the one year hold grasped onto the white leather and pulling himself off the ground and on his chubby legs, the other hand firmly gripping onto the bunny’s ears.
- Do you wanna try and walk all the way to mumma? - she asked the blue eyed baby who looked away from her and back again. - Go on, come to mumma.
Nate looked at her with confusion, the eyes he had definitely inherited from his father looking around the room almost as if he was preparing to fall into a pit of fire. With Oreo clenched by the ear, he let go of the couch, standing on his chubby baby legs. Before he could take another step, he went tumbling towards the ground yet Y/N was faster than that, moving so she could catch her baby before he got hurt. As he collapsed on her lap, he turned his head up to look at his mother, pouty lips and tear filled eyes.
- It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. - she pushed the brown curls away from his face, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. - It’s okay, mumma will always be here to catch you.
- Mumma. - he babbled, burying his head on her chest.
- What did you say? - she looked down in disbelief but before the baby could say it again the front door opened, a very familiar voice coming through.
- Where’s the birthday boy? - Y/N rolled her eyes, picking Nate up and getting up before walking to the entrance where Sebastian was taking his jacket off, placing away his gun before his wife could complain to him about weapons near the baby. His eyes shined with pride as he watched Y/N stand in front of him, holding their son on her arms, who had taken to hide his face in the middle of her hair. - Someone’s shy today.
- Guess what. - she walked closer to him, pecking him quickly. - Nate said mumma.
- No way. - Sebastian cooed at his son, caressing the top of his head. - You can say mumma, little buddy?
- Dadda! - Nate shrilled out of pure joy, extending his arms towards him which Sebastian gladly took, kissing the side of his head.
- You know, Seb, next time you ask the maid to watch over me at least let me know. - she leaned against him, head on his shoulder. - My father’s security can handle me and Nate when you’re not around, I told you that a million times.
- Can you blame me for wanting you and him to be safe?
- No, I can however blame you for making the hardworking maid work overtime. - she smirked. - How’s New York?
- It’s rather bleak when you’re not there.
- Did you speak with my father? - she questioned, fully knowing Sebastian would probably be questioned by her family back in New York at arrival.
- Yes and both him and Dan think it’s rude that they’re not invited to Nate’s birthday.
- Nate’s not getting a big birthday party, I told them.
- I know, angel, but you know how much your father likes this little bunny. - Sebastian smiled at his son who had taking to munching his jacket’s collar, eyes looking into the ones exactly like his. - Pretty sure the only reason I’m not dead is because I’m his dad.
- C’mon, we need to take Nate’s cake out of the fridge and sing happy birthday before his nap time.
- It’s his birthday, angel. Can’t he skip night time?
- Sure, he can. However if he does then we lose night time fun as you’ll be the one to check on him when he tries to climb out the crib.
- Birthday cake time it is. - he followed Y/N into the kitchen, placing his son on his play matt. The baby rolled around, hands gripping several of his toys while his father went to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his wife’s waist, placing a kiss on her shoulder. - Did you miss me?
- Of course I did. - she turned around to kiss him, hands on top of his shoulders as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. - It gets awfully cold when you’re alone in a king size bed.
- Mhm, it does get very cold, doesn’t it? - his hands toyed around with the string that held her wrap up dress in place. - Does our son’s birthday also count as my birthday?
- Why would it count as your birthday? - she furrowed her brows.
- It’s the anniversary of when I became a father and I think I deserve a little present. - he leaned down to kiss her neck.
- Well, I think th ...
- MUMMA! - the babyish voice coming from the living room interrupted her sentence and made Y/N look over Sebastian’s shoulder to see Nate standing on his chubby legs as he took a few small steps towards the kitchen table.
- Oh my god. - she ducked under Sebastian’s hold to meet her son midway, grabbing the polaroid camera on the way to take a photo before he fell down or decided to sit down. - You’re walking. Nate, you’re walking!
- What? - Sebastian turned around, joining his wife who was now sat on the ground with her arms opened towards Nate who quickly walked over to her before falling on top of her chest. - He walked, he just walked!
- I know. - Y/N picked the baby up, kissing his little fat cheeks. - I’m so proud of you, I’m so proud of you baby Nate.
- I can’t believe he’s walking already. We need another one.
- Sebastian, we just had one.
- Yeah but he’s walking and he can say mumma and dadda. In no time he’ll be going off to university and won’t want snuggles anymore.
- Honey, Nate can’t say anything other than mumma and dadda, is still eating soft solids, and he doesn’t even have all his teeth yet. He won’t be going to university any time soon.
- No, I think we need another one. A girl this time, so we have one of each.
- Seb, darling, I don’t think that’s how it works. Besides, wouldn’t you rather wait til Nate is a bit older and doesn’t require attention all the time?
- I know, it’s just that looking at you with our son makes me want to have at least 10 more kids.
- I won’t push 10 more kids. - she laughed, kissing his cheek before looking down to Nate who was cuddling her and his bunny. - For now, for now I have everything I could have ever dreamed of.
- Should we get that cake then?
- It’s in the fridge. - Y/N carefully got up, holding her precious baby close to her chest as Sebastian went and grabbed the little cupcake. The ex handmaid placed her son on his high chair as Sebastian put the little cupcake in front of him, lighting a single candle with his lighter which immediately caught the attention of small Nate whose eyes widened in pure joy and curiosity.
The mob boss wrapped his arm around his wife, kissing the side of her head before the two of them started singing Happy Birthday to little Nate who was clearly more interested in the flame of his candle. Once the song came to an end, both of them cheered, clapping at the baby who looked at his parents in confusion.
- C’mon, Nate blow the candle. - Sebastian took to be by his son’s side, making a blow motion with his lips. Nate merely turned to his mother, confused at his father’s actions.
- Why don’t we do it together? - Y/N stood by her son’s other side, blowing the candle together with Sebastian while Nate giggled, clapping his hands out of pure joy. - Happy Birthday, sweetheart. Mumma loves you, dadda loves you.
The rest of the day went rather uneventful, with Nate making both his parents laugh as he decided to eat the cupcake with his hands, getting his cheeks full of chocolate. He remained awake for a few hours, playing with his father while Y/N read one of her books in the couch, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky to have such a precious son and such a loving husband. As night began to make its presence known and the birthday boy became grumpy, Y/N put him back in his crib returning to the living room to see Sebastian standing on their balcony watching the Tower Eiffel’s lights. Without him noticing, she walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso, allowing herself to be involved by the scent of his cologne.
- Hello there, Mrs. Stan. - he turned around in her embrace, hand going to hold hers. - How about a dance?
- I can never say no to you, Mr. Stan.
He leaned his head to rest against the space between her neck and shoulder, free hand holding her waist as the two of them moved slowly from side to side. In that moment, no money belonging to her or to him, no empire he’d built or family she inherited mattered for in that moment he had his whole world in his arms and that ... that was enough.
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Deranged Marriage (10) – Broken resolve
Summary: Your father wants you to choose a husband. Your chosen one doesn’t like the idea one bit.
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x (Mafia daughter)! Reader
Warnings: language, strong/bratty reader, banter, sexual tension, enemies with sexual tension, making out, enemies to lovers, still idiots in love, smut, unprotected sex, missionary,
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<< Part 9
“Stop talking,” he growls against your neck. “If you don’t, I’ll gag you. And I won’t use my cock.” Bucky bites your neck, making you cry out as the pain goes straight to your lower half.
“What are you doing?” You breathlessly moan as you writhe underneath him. You wiggle your hips, grinding against the thigh placed between your thighs.
It was a struggle to get into the bedroom. Bucky and you fought again while clawing at each other. This time you didn’t exchange punches and slaps, but kisses and love bites.
Now he has you pinned to his mattress; your wrists held down by his strong hands.
Not that you would complain. You knew you could get under his skin one way or another.
“I want to mark this body up so everyone knows you got fucked by a real man, not one of those boys you had before me,” he bites your earlobe, tugging at it. “You’re mine from now on.”
“Aw, did you watch me, Bucky?" you just love to run your mouth. “I bet you got all jealous and hard, wishing it was your cock inside me. Did you touch yourself for me?”
“None of them will touch you again. They didn’t even know how to make you cum,” he silences you with his lips before you can throw another witty comment at him.
You moan into his mouth and eagerly snake your tongue with Bucky. He doesn’t need to know you caught him watching you and your last boyfriend. You didn’t mind the audience, though.
“You watched me?”
“Oh, doll,” he squeezes your wrists, “I know every single thing about you and your sweet pussy.” Bucky nips at your lips. “None of these boys was worth your time."
You shudder when he cradles your face in his hands. “Bucky.” He’s unusually soft on you now, and you can’t handle it. “Don’t go soft on me now.”
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he whispers against your lips. Bucky kisses you slowly, and softly this time. “Not so much when you yell it.”
“Do you think you are worth my time?” you challenge. “I’m not some lame girl you pick up at a bar.”
He presses his index finger to your lips and says, “I told you to shut your mouth. Or do you want me to gag you?”
“I’d like to see you try.”
Bucky laughs wholeheartedly. “You are something else. I’d like to see you try to keep me from gagging you.”
You yelp as he wraps his arms around you and rolls on his back. “What now?” You giggle as you climb on top of him. “Bucky…I thought…”
“I wanted to take my time with you, but you are too cocky. I wanna see you do all the hard work,” and the bastard is back. “Come on, doll. You want me, take what you want.”
He claps his hands behind his head, looking up at you. “You want me to do all the hard work? Christ, now I know why you are still single.”
“I know you love riding a man,” he snickers as you lift yourself and straddle his thighs. “Ride this cock, baby doll. Make it yours.”
“Before I fuck you, baby boy,” you lean over his body to brush your lips over his ear. “I want to hear you beg.”
“Fucking brat,” again, you yelp as he flips you over. “I see, you can’t handle being in control.”
Bucky crushes his lips against yours to keep you from making too much noise. He moves one hand behind your head to keep you from breaking the kiss.
“B-ucky,” you whine against his lips. Bucky won’t stop. He keeps on kissing you while his metal hand moves between your legs to grip his cock. He gives it a few pumps.
“Yeah, I’m about to ruin this cunt.”
“Do it,” you take a few gulps of air as he finally stops kissing you to line himself up. You’re panting as Bucky slowly slides into you. “I want to feel it.”
“Christ, can you not?"
Bucky grips your right thigh with his metal hand, making you wince. He will leave another mark. A bruise painted with his strength and lust.
“Fuck me.” You purr as you bring him down for a passionate kiss. “Please.”
No words need to be spoken. Your bodies have craved each other for too long to stop now. Bucky forces your legs around his waistline, and you wrap your arms around his back.
He grips you tight, you do the same. Nails rake over his flesh. Moans echo in the room. His groans fill your ears as he starts moving his hips.
Weeks ago, you wanted to strangle Bucky, and now you give in to him. Surrender to lust as his cock pushes in and out of your dripping cunt. He grunts and curses with every deep thrust.
“You’re perfect.”
You whimper at his words.
“Fucking perfect.”
Your bodies grind against each other. Move in sync like a well-oiled machine. It’s your first time with Bucky, but it feels like you have done this a thousand times before.
Trembling beneath your lover you throw your head left and right. You moan for him as your orgasm hits you hard. Your whole body shudders through your high, forcing Bucky to stop moving for a moment.
He watches you cum, a smirk on his lips. “Keep moving!”
Bucky slams his metal fist into the mattress when you slap his ass with both hands. He shouts and comes when you dig your nails into his cheeks. “Fuck, doll.”
“Aw, you like a bit of pain, huh?”
He grunts and collapses on top of you. Bucky buries his face in your neck, peppering kisses on your skin. “Shit, I wanted to last longer.”
“As I said before. Old men can't get it up."
Bucky covers your mouth with his metal hand, smirking as you try to bite him. “I would love to stop your mouth from running.”
You glare at him to silently tell Bucky nothing has changed. You are still his worst enemy…or something…
“Do you think your father will kill me now that I touched his daughter before the wedding?” Bucky chuckles when you bury your face in the pillow. “Baby doll, answer my question.”
“My father will kill you for being a cocky asshole. Not because you fucked me,” you mutter into the pillow. You’re too tired to fight Bucky. He wouldn’t keep his hands to himself for half the night.
“I mean, you are ruined for anyone else after you have had me. Your pussy is so well-fucked no other man will do it for you now,” he concludes. “You squirted when I fingered you, Y/N. Admit that you only want Bucky from now on.”
“I wanted you to become my husband. You refused,” you quip. “You were the one rejecting me, Barnes.”
“I did it to lure your father’s enemies out,” he softly says. “We talked about how they wouldn’t attack him openly. He got death threats for months. I wanted to get hold of them before they could…”
“You failed epically, Barnes. Plus, you broke my heart,” you sniff. “Next time, you shouldn't use your brain. Just look pretty and smile…”
"One day, I'll strangle you..."
>> Part 11
Deranged Marriage
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At gunpoint
Name: At gunpoint part I
Author: Aya-Fay
Fandom: Captain America
Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Summary: There have always been threats and hatred, and it has never stopped us.
Warnings: attemped shooting
Status: In-progress
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Part II of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part II
There is no such thing as a good morning. Y/N knew this firsthand.
Even now, when everything was finally turning out in her favor, the morning concealed a devilish trick that threatened to become a real disaster if she ignores it. Y/N carefully slipped out from under the covers so as not to wake the sleeping man by her side and went into the bathroom, where she hastily washed herself and tried to collect her thoughts somehow.
Dressed into her best outfit, she quietly left the house and greedily took a breath of fresh air, not fully understanding at what point exactly her life went awry. Was it when she was thrown jail for something she didn’t do or when she agreed to work for Scarlett she had no clue. The only thing she was certain about is that she was so fucking stuck in a huge mess and if only she could turn back the time she would strike Scarlett in her impudent face and leave.
The phone vibrated in her pocket, and Y/N hailed a taxi, giving the address of a small street cafe where she was already awaited. If she knew that her life would soon take another unexpected turn for the worse, she would never leave her house that morning.
“I am sorry for being late, Miss Johansson” Y/N said as she sat down at a table directly across from a thin woman dressed in a business suit, consisted of a dark red silk blouse tucked into an overly tight black leather skirt. The redhead was slowly drinking her coffee and reading the newspaper, as if she was in no hurry to go anywhere and was not expecting anyone, but the appearance of Y/N clearly inspired her.
Scarlett looked up from her newspaper and glanced at the young woman with sharp cold eyes.
She smiled, but her smile was empty deprived of any trace of emotions and warmth and held out her hand. Y/N was surprised at this gesture, but shook hands in return nonetheless. “No worries, Miss Evans,” Scarlett replied, and Y/N winced.
Since when did she become “Miss Evans” for this devil woman? For the last months she only been called slave or toy. Nothing else. Literally. Can it be that an expensive coat and her blue cashmere jumper really changed her view into other people’s eyes?
Even though the morning has just officially started, people were already in a hurry to get to work. Some of them were taking their time having their breakfast. Y/N looked around, feeling uncomfortable sitting in the sun, in an open area at the busiest time. She could feel shivers running down her spine, which was never a good sign. She ordered coffee in a somewhat somehow constrained way and clamped, just to blend in with the rest of the customers.
“What did you want to discuss?” She immediately got down to business, not wanting to drag out this meeting for longer than necessary. “I am all ears.”
“The time has come.” Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise. She knew that time was slowly sinking through her fingers, but she was not ready to betray him so soon. Her nerves were on the edge. An extremely dangerous state of mind.
“And what do you want now?” She asked Scarlett and smiled at the waitress when she brought her coffee. “Thank you.”
As soon as the girl left, Scarlett came straight up to Y/N’s face and whispered something in her ear. “Give me all the information you’ve collected.”
The girl felt how her fingers curled tightly around the cup. Suppressed anger, resentment and rage were slowly bursting out onto the surface. “Not now” She said and stared into the amused redhead’s eyes.
Scarlett laughed then abruptly stopped and dangerously low said narrowing her eyes. “Remember who you are talking to, pet. Your life depends on me. You don’t look like a person who was offered bigger amount of money... Oh no…Don’t tell me that my slave suddenly became attached to the man in her bed? How mane has been in his place?”
Y/N gritted her teeth angrily and looked away. She was sick of this Scarlett’s habit of showing her superiority over others, even sicker than when Sebastian did it. Stan’s superiority over others come out more natural, elegant and organic, while Scarlett’s superiority seemed fake, poisonous and vile.
“Don't think that if we're in public and you are my mistress that will save you from being punched in your pretty face.” She outburst, collecting for the punch that never came.
Scarlett just chuckled, perfectly aware that no strength was going to happen out of this threat. Her located nearby people would stop Y/N when she would just raise her hand. People like Johansson were never alone.
“Just remember…” Scarlett said as she stood up, buttoned up her coat and was about to leave. “Getting attached to Stan is your biggest mistake that will destroy you. One way or another. Whether it would be me who kills you or him.”
Left alone, Y/N drank her coffee, then got up and threw some money on the table and went home.
Returning home she cautiously opened the door, took off her coat and shoes and went into the bedroom. Sebastian rolled over onto the bed, pulled the blanket to his chest, but he did not look absent-minded or disheveled, he was clearly awake and even cleaned himself up.
“I betrayed you” Y/N said. Simple as that and with no warning. There was no way to prepare someone for such truth reveal.
“I know” Sebastian replied just as simply, not surprised at all.
“For how long?”
“For quite a long time. I was just wondering if you decide to confess or not.” Said Sebastian pulling out a hand with a gun clamped in it from under the blanket. Sebastian’s eyes were filled with sadness, even grief, and Y/N made no attempt to escape or defend herself.
“Sorry,” she shrugged and chuckled a little. “You will find a flash drive with everything I collected in the pocket of your yesterday's jacket. There are if not everything, then a lot. And…Aim for the head, not the heart.” She whispered, looking straight into the blue eyes.
Then there was a shot.
TBC
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