Btw that rule about not trusting how you feel after 4pm in the winter or 9pm in the summer (really we should just say after the sun goes down but whatever) is only about negative feelings. if you are chilling with your best friend drinking hot chocolate and have never felt more loved and safe, that is 100% true and you can and should trust
What a truly mind blowing thing you’ve turned The Eras Tour Concert Film into. I’ve been watching videos of you guys in the theaters dancing and prancing and recreating choreography, creating inside jokes, casting spells, getting engaged, and just generally creating the exact type of joyful chaos we’re known for 😇 One of my favorite things you’ve done was when you supported Cruel Summer SO much, I ended up starting The Eras Tour show with it. For old times sake, I’m releasing the live audio from the tour so we can all shriek it in the comfort of our homes and cars PLUS a brand new remix by LP Giobbi 😜 Thank you, so much, forever, wow, just thank you!!!
https://taylor.lnk.to/thecruelestsummer
What if in that ask, Bucky will meet Malyshka (probably her visit his art gallery). Will anything change for him? Will he have a second thoughts about his wife because of Malyshka?
The angst.
The pining.
What happens when the mobster can't have the only person he wants? What happens when his loveless marriage suddenly becomes suffocating now that he knows what could have been if he had only met you first?
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
AN: What if scenario from my Only Exception Series. This would not be a cheating fic.
"Who is she?" Bucky asks, his head tilting to the side. His rapt gaze follows you as you cross the gallery.
The conversation around him wanes. His men glance at you and then each other. When it becomes apparent that no one will answer, he raises two fingers, beckoning Nico over. "Find out."
Nico nods once before pulling out his phone. Bucky resumes his meeting yet his attention strays back to you. His stoic blue gaze warms as he drinks in your every expression, noting the way your eyes light up when you stumble across a particularly gorgeous painting.
This is the fifth weekend in as many months that you've visited his gallery. Each time, he struggles more and more to remember why he's supposed to stay away from you. Why he shouldn't leave his office and go down there. To you.
You lift your hand, the wistful smile pulls at your lips telling him how badly you want to feel the painting under your fingertips. He understands the feeling because a part of him aches to trace your lips, he wants to taste your smile, and find out if it's as sweet as it appears.
By the time you tear yourself away and move on to the contemporary section, he decides it's yours.
"Pakhan, I'm sending it over now," Nico states seconds before Bucky's phone lights up. "There's one more thing I need to check, I'll be back in five."
Bucky doesn't lift his eyes from the screen, gruffly ordering the rest of the room to continue. A quick scroll through and he knows everything about you. It's not enough. Not nearly enough but it's all he can allow himself for now.
He's not going down there. He's going to finish this meeting. And go home. Bucky repeats this twice. A desperate attempt to convince himself to not go down that path. Life has always had a cruel edge to it, dangling his desires just out of reach. Or in this case, one floor down. Wrapped up in a cerise sweater, currently staring at his latest Saville like it's the sun.
He'd give up half his empire to have you look at him like that.
Go home Buck. You can't have her. You can have anything, anyone you want. Except her.
"Pakhan." Nico's voice pulls him out of his musings, Bucky acknowledges his enforcer with a raised brow. "I thought you might want to know that she's applying for the one of the open positions. Caitlin has her application, her name was flagged in the system during my search. She doesn't have much experience and Caitlin claims to have a few candidates that have better resumes."
Bucky turns in his chair, and a ghost of a sardonic grin plays at the corner of his lips. The thought of you walking through those doors and not coming back is unbearable. Almost as much being in your presence knowing he can't have you. It's an easy decision.
"She's hired."
Would you be interested in more what if scenarios?
“Silence, or you will be held in contempt of this court.” “I have nothing BUT COMTEMPT for this court!” has got to be the greatest exchange of word in human history and it came from the 1986 Transformers Movie.
op i hope you don’t mind me adding, but “you, who are without mercy, now plead for it?” is also absolutely fucking metal and also comes from the 1986 Transformers movie
Summary: Bucky has planned the perfect vacation. All he has to do is get through the metal detectors without revealing his secret.
Pairing: TFAWS Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3.5K
Warnings: Smut, exhibitionism, praise kink, piercing kink (Bucky has brand new c*ck piercing), mile high club public sex, airplane bathroom sex, oral (m receiving), p*ssy slapping, dirty talk,, dom/sub dynamics, begging kink, choking kink, Minors DNI
A/N: Beta’d by the wonderful @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog and @whisperlullaby and an entry for her challenge! All mistakes are my own.
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Bucky Barnes is a romantic, you blame it on his 1940s upbringing. It’s not unusual for you to come home to flowers, chocolates, and oh his home-cooked meals. Nothing like seeing him, all six feet of thick ripped muscles, standing in front of the stove wearing nothing but an apron, holding up a spoon dripping with fragrant marinara sauce, telling you to open wide and swallow like the good girl you are.
For the past week, he’s been acting strange, hiding his laptop whenever you wander into the room.
He keeps staring at you to the point where you’re looking down at yourself, wondering if you spilled something. Each time he follows up with his signature smirk, pure lust in his deep blue eyes. He’s always insatiable but something is different, he’s holding back something from you, often distracting you with mind blowing sex, in fact, the only warning you get before he’s on you, in you, is his bottom lip catching between a flash of pearly white teeth.
When he announced the vacation it all made sense, his odd behavior, his increased libido. He’s been thinking about all the filthy things he’s going to do to you in another country.
And you are ready for it.
The ride to the airport is peaceful, the sky shades of dark azure and teals, the crescent moon visible to your left. The early morning traffic is light, so you arrive earlier than expected. While it pained you to get up before the sunrise, you have to admit it’s worth it to not deal with crowds of people. His hand, heavy and warm, rests on your thigh as he pulls into the lot.
Ok, but can I sit on Nick's face as a distraction? No, you can't see any divorce papers, here, have a dinner
Some mild NSFW thots below. No minors.Oral fem receiving. Mafia!Nick x reader. Little sneak peek into their reunion!
Placing his face along the curve of your shoulder, his nose brushes over his bite mark ingrained in your skin. "Smell so good. I thought about you every night," he sighs.
Large, scarred hands slide down your back, his thumbs digging into your skin. Rough. Yet gentle. Possessive. Gripping you like he wants to tear you apart and put you back together. It awakens a dormant part of you. Heat pools in your belly slowing sinking into your pussy with every swipe of his hand, every slowly, wet kiss on your throat, every graze of his pearly white teeth on your skin.
Without lifting his head, he smiles. "You're so wet for me." Nick isn't asking. He knows. The vanilla laced scent of your arousal wafts over him and he moans. An obscene rumble deep in his throat and you feel it inside you. "Fuck me, I missed that. Missed you."
His gaze drops to your thighs, lingering over your cunt. Something, dark and passionate and feral, flashes in his piercing blues eyes. Your stomach plummets from the sheer force of it. You don't know if you can stand another second of him looking at you like that. So needy. Hungry. Then his eyes snap up to yours. The corner of his mouth lift.
And he drops to his knees.
"You're the only thing I'll ever worship."
Oh god.
And those large rough hands of his grab your ass and pull you to his face. You stumble forward, your hands landing in his thick, short hair. It happens so fast, your body reacts before your mind can process his long, wet tongue slipping inside your pussy. Tasting you. Gliding over your warm, velvety, before flickering over your pulsating clit like he owns it. Owns you. Sucking heady pleasure out of your body with long, swift pulls of his mouth, your knees buckle. Sensations winding deep within you. He drags one leg over his shoulder and holds you open.
Fuckfuckfuck
You don't recognize the noises spilling from your lips. Don't stop, don't stop, right there, oh god- you can't see the smirk forming across his face, his wordless I won't, my perfect Bellissima, I got you kissed over your clit.
Your orgasm careens into you, erratic, sultry pleasure pulsing up your spine until your back arches. His name rips from your throat, a shrill thin cry that makes him you a little tighter, his tongue lashing over you a little faster until you break.
Nick leans back, his chin glistening as he licks his lips. "And that's one. How many do you think I owe you for being gone so long, Bellissima?"
Your eyes flicker to the coffee table behind him, the stack of papers that would tear the look of adoration from his eyes are sitting under your book. He's going to kill you when he finds out what you did. Glancing down at the country's most feared man-on his knees for you- you swallow your trepidation and smile. "As many as you want."
"I hope you're ready sweet girl." He chuckles, placing a kiss on your belly, murmuring softly, almost under his breath. "I don't think I'll be able to control myself around you."
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