what about mob bucky catching reader snooping through his drawers?? maybe she finds something she’s not supposed to or maybe she doesn’t even know he’s in the mob let alone the leader…you have full range as always my love 💋💋💋
You only wanted a pen.
That was the stupid part. You weren’t snooping, not really. You just needed something to write down the grocery list Bucky had asked you to make before he left for “meetings,” the ones that always pulled him out late, the ones he never fully explained. His office wasn’t off-limits. He’d never said it was. And you’d been in there a hundred times—dropping off coffee, straightening the books he always left half-open, pretending not to notice that half the titles were about strategy and power dynamics instead of the photography he claimed to love.
But the top drawer of his desk… you’d never opened it before.
It should’ve been boring. Pens. Paperclips. Maybe a passport. Normal boyfriend things.
Instead, the drawer slid open slow, heavy, like it knew you shouldn’t touch it—and your breath stalled.
Stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. Not a few—bundles. Thick, clean, meticulously rubber-banded bricks of cash. A black velvet ring box without a ring inside. A switchblade. A dossier with your picture paper-clipped to the front.
Your own eyes stared back at you from the glossy photo. One you didn’t remember him taking.
Your heart thudded once, painfully loud.
This wasn’t normal. None of this belonged to the sweet man who made you breakfast at 2 a.m. because you “looked hungry,” who carried your bags without being asked, who kissed your forehead like he worshipped you.
You reached for the dossier with shaking fingers.
And then you heard the door click shut behind you.
You froze.
His voice came low, deep, threaded with something dark you had never heard from him before.
“Sweetheart,” he said, “you wanna tell me what you’re doing?”
You turned slowly, the photo still in your hand.
Bucky stood in the doorway, coat still on, hair damp from the rain. His eyes—normally soft, ocean-blue and kind—were something else entirely now. Sharp. Commanding. Dangerous.
He wasn’t supposed to be home for hours.
He wasn’t supposed to see this.
“I—I wasn’t…” Your voice cracked. “I just needed a pen.”
He hummed, stepping inside and locking the door behind him. “You found more than that.”
You didn’t move as he crossed the room, the sound of his boots too loud in the stillness. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t grab you. But the air thickened as he caged you between his body and the desk.
His hand lifted, two fingers gently pinching the edge of the photo you were holding.
“You know,” he murmured, “I had a whole plan for when you’d find out about me.”
He set the photo down, flattening it against the desk beside your hip.
“This,” he tapped the bundles of cash, the blade, the sealed files, “was not it.”
Your throat felt too tight. “Bucky… what is this?”
He stared at you for a long moment—measuring, debating, deciding.
Then his voice dropped to something quiet and lethal.
“This is who I am when I’m not here with you.”
Your stomach dipped.
He leaned in, breath brushing your cheek as he continued, “I run the largest syndicate on the eastern seaboard. Half this city answers to me. The other half should. And every dangerous son of a bitch with a pulse knows better than to cross me.”
Your pulse skittered.
“And you…” His thumb traced your jaw, unexpectedly gentle. “You weren’t supposed to be dragged into this world.”
“But I found it,” you whispered.
“You did.” His hand slid down, settling warm and firm on your waist. “And now I have to decide what to do with you.”
A tremor ran through you—and Bucky caught it instantly, his expression softening for the first time since he walked in.
“Hey.” He tilted your chin until you met his eyes. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“But you’re—”
“A criminal?” He smirked, slow and sinful. “Sweetheart, you’ve been sleeping in the bed of the most wanted man in the city. Did you think I worked in accounting?”
You huffed out a shaky, embarrassed laugh. Of course he noticed the way your mind spiraled.
His features gentled further, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “I kept it from you because I didn’t want this look on your face. Fear. Confusion. Wondering if the man you love is someone else entirely.”
Your breath caught. “I never said—”
He pressed closer, chest brushing your knees where you sat perched on the desk.
“You didn’t have to. I know.”
Heat curled low and insistent.
“Bucky…” you whispered.
His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you in. “But what I don’t know,” he said, gaze darkening again, “is why your little hands were digging through things that don’t belong to you.”
“I told you,” you breathed, “I needed a pen.”
He smirked. “Then why were you opening the dossier?”
Your cheeks burned.
“Curious,” he murmured. “Dangerous trait, sweetheart.”
He leaned in until your noses brushed.
“Lucky for you… I happen to like dangerous.”
Your stomach flipped.
“Are you mad?” you asked softly.
“Mad?” He chuckled, low and velvety. “Sweet girl, if I were mad, you’d know.”
His fingers gripped your waist, guiding you fully onto the desk as he stepped between your legs.
“But I am going to handle you,” he continued, voice dropping to a heat that pooled through your entire body, “because now you know things you can’t unknow. And that means you’re mine to protect. Mine to keep close. Mine to keep safe.”
You swallowed hard. “And if I say I want that?”
His expression changed—softened, deepened, darkened all at once.
“Then I give you everything.” His forehead met yours. “The truth. The danger. The loyalty. The violence. The crown I wear in the shadows. All of it.”
His hand slid into your hair.
“But if you’re staying…” His lips brushed yours, ghosting, promising. “You follow my rules. You ask before touching what isn’t yours. And you never—ever—hide from me again.”
Your pulse thrummed.
“And if I don’t?” you asked, breathless.
He smiled like sin.
“Then, sweetheart… I’ll catch you every time.”
Everyone should try domming someone they’re a little bit afraid of, like sure you have them pinned beneath you now but something about the inherent danger. You can’t turn away, can’t take your eyes off of them even for a moment, the thrill of knowing that even though you’re the one currently in control that if you make one wrong move, if they sense the fear in your eyes they’ll take advantage of it. Domming them is like having a big cat as a pet, sure you may have control over that panther now but if it senses any weakness from you, if it sees any openings, any mistakes, it’ll pounce, it’s a wild animal after all and any control you might’ve had over it won’t override its instincts to tear you to shreds
You showed off your dagger to Levi, twisting it in your hand to show off the iridescent patterns on it. “It’s pretty isn’t it? Do you think it’s big enough?” Levi just nodded, face bright red as he awkwardly shifted in his seat.
“W-well the problem isn’t the size, it’s the s-sharpness-“ Levi gets cut of with you grabbing his shirt, using the dagger to cut open his shirt. Levi pulled back, covering his face . “W-wait! I need a warning first-!” You cut him off with a kiss, pulling him from the chair towards his bed.
“You know what to say to stop me.” You pushed him onto the bed, climbing ontop of him. You trace the dagger to trace small patterns down his chest and stomach. You stop just shy of his belt. “Are you going to remove this or should I?”
Levi quick starts to undo his belt, fumbling with it a lot before he successfully got it off. “Good boy.” You say quietly but loud enough he could hear you.
Mad scientist varigo au where Varian has Hugo strapped to a table and straddles him while taking his blood and/or injecting various chemicals into him. Hugo notices that Varian is super turned on then realizes he is too then they kiss with tongue and fuck nasty
Hugo would get tied down and get needles stuck in him and immediately go 👁👄 like he'd be so deeply into it that its stupid and I love it I need a fic about this pls
One day, these gambles were going to pay off.
At least, that’s what Erwin told himself.
There’s no way he would have been able to do this if he didn’t convince himself that it was worth the risk.
(That was a blatant lie. Erwin loved the thrill that came with a gamble. The adrenaline rush of the unknown and the high stakes risk was almost more rewarding to him than actually winning.)
He nearly got lost in the moment too, it had been so long, but the cool press of the blade to his throat didn’t let his mind wander far.
“Eyes on me big guy,” Levi - that’s what he’d said his name was - ordered him. Bucking his hips up sharply, breaking their rhythm for a second and making Erwin gasp.
Erwin wanted to know everything about Levi. There was an indescribable intrigue about the man that would undoubtedly be Erwin’s undoing. So far he’d managed to undo Erwin’s belt and trousers with ease.
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Alright, I am 2 for 2 on NSFW Eruri Week 2023 (@nsfweruriweek2023)
This is literally the shortest Explicit piece I have ever written. I am honestly impressed with myself for keeping it so brief.
Summary Below the Cut
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith
Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith
Additional Tags: ACWNR, canon compliant, knifeplay, danger, power dynamics, power bottom, who is really in charge?, bottom erwin smith, top levi ackerman, top levi ackerman/bottom erwin smith, nsfw eruri week 2023, anal sex, riding, blow jobs, come swallowing, they haven't a clue what they've gotten themselves into
Summary:
One day, these gambles were going to pay off.
At least, that’s what Erwin told himself.
There’s no way he would have been able to do this if he didn’t convince himself that it was worth the risk.
(That was a blatant lie. Erwin loved the thrill that came with a gamble. The adrenaline rush of the unknown and the high stakes risk was almost more rewarding to him than actually winning.)
He nearly got lost in the moment too, it had been so long, but the cool press of the blade to his throat didn’t let his mind wander far.
“Eyes on me big guy,” Levi - that’s what he’d said his name was - ordered him. Bucking his hips up sharply, breaking their rhythm for a second and making Erwin gasp.
Erwin wanted to know everything about Levi. There was an indescribable intrigue about the man that would undoubtedly be Erwin’s undoing. So far he’d managed to undo Erwin’s belt and trousers with ease.
In honor of the new kill count, I’m gonna write y’all a nsfw/nsfs Candyman drabble!
His hook slams into the wall beside your head. Daniel looms over you. In any other circumstances, it might be intimidating. Instead, you lift your head up, looking him in the eyes. An amused glimmer lights them up, so you know you’re not truly in danger. He seems to find your act of defiance more amusing than anything else.A not so insignificant amount of arousal is in it as well.
“I would advise you to amend your statement.” The Candyman’s voice is silky soft in your ear.
“Make me.” You tilt your head back more. It’s meant to be so you can look him squarely in the eyes, but you both know that there’s a slightly submissive edge to it. Your baring your throat to him, giving him the opportunity to do as he wishes.
You’d always heard that particular phrase caused more sexual tension, but you didn’t realize how much until the moment you uttered it. Daniel’s eyes light up with delight.
“I shall.” His lips descend upon your quickly, the kiss becoming passionate and heated with incredible speed. You respond instantaneously, wrapping your arms around his neck in order to pull him closer. You lightly scratch the back of his neck. He releases a noise similar to a growl, so you repeat the action. He breaks away, nipping hard at your lower lip as he does so.
“Little one...” He was definitely growling now. “I would be careful.”
“I don’t think I will.” You give him your best seductive grin. “I think I like challenging you. I like the idea of putting you into your place.”
That earns you another growl, equal parts aroused and displeased. You try to suppress a grin. You knew that would work. He kisses you again. This one takes your breath away with the force behind it. You respond in kind. You’re so absorbed in the kiss you don’t hear him viciously yank his hook out from the wall.
You notice when you feel the cold metal lightly rubbing along the seam of your jeans. He applies the slightest amount of pressure, and you can’t help keening. The smile on his face is obvious, and he increases the pressure. One of your legs wraps around his waist as you try to pull him closer. He doesn’t laugh outright, but you know he wants to do so. You nip his lower lip in retaliation.
He moves his hook up, catching the pointed end in your jeans. He pulls away to look you in the eye, silently asking you. You nod.
“Fuck yeah.” You breath. “You know I like it when you’re rough.”
It doesn’t take him long to shred through the front of your pants and underwear. Within seconds, your head hits the wall, eyes rolling back into your head as he trails his hook along your most sensitive spot.
